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Cobbold #694200 swaggers onto their ship, turns around to give the crowd a hearty grin and smile combo, and closes the port. Feeling confident the crowd is no longer watching, they cease suppressing the internal screaming that comes with being assigned a penance ship designed, built, and crewed by faceless. Cobgod help them all. Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
Looking over the coffee-stained blueprints, the newfound captain itched at their nametag. The sooner this was done, the sooner they could get a real name. Or have their real name returned. Or, uh. Not have to worry about the name any more. ... It's been a long number of years. A very, very long number of years. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 22:20 on Nov 29, 2020 |
# ¿ Nov 29, 2020 22:18 |
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# ¿ Mar 29, 2024 16:40 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
#694200 buckled in, closed their eyes, and hit the gas. Using: Cockpit: Halfback D10>D20 Go Real Fast:Halfback:[1d10>1d20]: 1d20 11 ... ... A few minutes later, #694200 opened their eyes. Surprisingly, the vehicle did not explode into a pile of scrap metal. Yet. Arcanuse fucked around with this message at 15:22 on Dec 3, 2020 |
# ¿ Dec 3, 2020 14:51 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
Cobbold #69 grimaced. This was fine. Everything would turn out well. It would be juuuuust peachy. "Engines on fire, cap'n" Cobbold #69, to their credit, kept the screaming internal this time. (PM'd.)
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# ¿ Dec 4, 2020 15:57 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
#69 grimaced. "Oh you poor schmucks." "You know what kind of ship this is? Not one intended to make it back in one piece, that's for drat sure." "We'll drop you off in whatever passes for friendly territory if we get the chance, but no promises on the leviathan." "In the meanwhile, best get comfortable. S'gonna be a bumpy ride." [PM'd]
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# ¿ Dec 6, 2020 16:25 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
"Well, isn't that something." "Right, attention all eggheads: In the near future you will be assisted by the nearest cobbold onto this convenient refugee ship." "We'll be slowing down to ensure a smooth transfer, but I heavily advise not touching anything in the transfer pod until the docking process is complete. Cheers!" #89 (some other cobbold, really just throw a number in the air and you probably hit a matching cobb) is given the signal, and the scientists are [Sending PM.]
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# ¿ Dec 14, 2020 05:55 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
#694200 looked into the eager eyes of their crew. "No." "As part of the... Er..." #69 retrieves a small book, quickly flipping through the pages. "...Lets see.... Ah, here it is." "Any salvage, defined as material (sapient or otherwise) brought onboard an Internal Enterprise vessel, is thereafter property of Internal Enterprise." "Destruction of company property is met with by strengthening our debt-tethers to the immaterial cloning machines keeping us from leaving the company." #69 sighs at the blank looks from (most of) the crew. "No kill hooman. Kill hooman we stuck with In-ter-nal En-ter-prize long-er time." "Maybe kill other hoo-man later. Ok? Ok." "Now, back to work." With some grumbling, the crew disperses as #69 slides down their seat. [Sending PM shortly.]
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# ¿ Dec 18, 2020 23:06 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
#694200 wrenched themselves out of their chair, flipping switches on the command console until the crushing speed was, at least, not so hard felt. "If I find the faceless that did this, they'll regret it." "In fact..." #694200 flips on the ships intercom. "Attention all you faceless cobbolds." "Courtesy of one of your fellow crewmembers indiscretions, there will be a mandatory mid-flight 'training' drill." "Failure to participate is inadvised." With a sigh, (was this going to be a thing?) #694200 switched the coms over to the refugees. "Unfortunately it seems there's been a slight overshooting of your destination." "It's been a pleasure, but we part ways here. For both our sakes." "So long, fairwell, etc etc etc." Beep. #694200 sighs (apparently it will, indeed, be a thing) and turns away from the deactivated speaker. The captain lacked the time to properly discipline and train their crew, given the nonexistant budget and corporate rules, but they still had a few tricks the company missed... [Sending PM shortly.]
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# ¿ Jan 15, 2021 19:45 |
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# ¿ Mar 29, 2024 16:40 |
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Da Crusty Crobbold posted:
"Huh. Well, that's convenient." The captain turned away from the jitterbolds to the creature outside, musing away. "...Oh, right, right. Funny that I keep trying to catch up, and you come right to me." "Got plans in mind for you, ya big beasty." [PM shortly.]
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# ¿ Jan 17, 2021 16:02 |