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Post by Skull132 on May 4, 2014 23:24:16 GMT
TAU CETI DAILY NEWS
(Likely to be seen on a television set. In-character replies are welcome. Try and keep Out-of-character replies to a minimum.)
A series of commercials ends, and a news anchor comes into view. The neighboring system of Epsilon Eridani had a buzz run through it today: an unidentified craft was engaged by the Eridani Federal Army's ground defences as it burst through the naval net surrounding the Eridani Corporate Federation's primary planet of Epsilon Eridani 5. According to the representatives from the EFA and ECF itself, the craft appeared on radar as it had passed elements of the First Fleet, and was eliminated, following failure to identify itself. It crashed 78 kilometres north-west of Diamon city.
A commercial about the Eridani Corporate Federation Private Communications Network [PrivNet©] overrides the news anchor, going on for about two minutes.
The Eridani Federal Military, in its published press announcement, said that, "With the assistance from NanoTrasen, the vessel was identified as that of a known terrorist's. This terrorist, operating under the pseudonym of 'Crimson', is held responsible for countless insurgent operations conducted against megacorporations such as NanoTrasen." It was also noted that with the man behind the pseudonym was identified to be an Allyn Adema - a citizen of the Eridani Corporate Federation who went missing some four decades ago. There were human remains recovered from the ship, however, due to the damage sustained, it is impossible to say whether or not they belonged to mister Adema. The screen flicks to a NanoTrasen public relations board. It is our hope that with this, a bleak episode in the history of the corporation, and Tau Ceti, has been ended.
The channel flips again, turning to a commercial. As you can only assume, the weather forecast will be announced once it's over.
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Post by gollee on May 4, 2014 23:46:39 GMT
Varan leans back in his chair, grimacing slightly as the holoscreen flickered to commercial. He turns slightly at a light touch on his shoulder.
Talia smiles slightly at him, before settling down next to him. She frowns slightly as she notices his expression. "Something wrong?" She asked quietly, smoothing out her green dress. He turns to face her, his expression lighting up as his eyes met hers, "No, nothing is wrong, my girls are finally safe."
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Post by nebulaflare on May 5, 2014 2:36:53 GMT
Rose sighed, sinking deeper into the cushy hospital bed. “I don’t think he’s dead,” she murmured softly. A dull pain throbbed in her shoulder, but the painkillers numbed most of it. “We’re supposed to be dead, but we’re not…”
Rose sighed, rolling her head to glance at the table next to her, piled high with get wells and gifts. Cards, flowers, and chocolates were nestled on the table, gifts from close friends. Even if she had left them, she was not forgotten. She had a place to return to, and she would always be welcomed back with open arms. A twinge of guilt ebbed in - she had sacrificed so much, risked so much, and lost much more. She had made her dear friends sick with worry.
It was over. Rose couldn’t risk going back to Tau Ceti anymore. Not after she had truly pissed off NanoTrasen. Merces, god of luck and gamble, wouldn’t bless her forever. Red Roots was exposed, and even if this was not the outcome Rose wanted, it was enough to end her quest. She wished she could have saved Hawk, but he was locked away with the confines of NanoTrasen. Rose couldn’t save him, and that broke her heart.
She briefly wondered what happened of Crimson, and if he was really dead, or simply hiding. She was equally curious about the past two weeks of her life. Amnesia for that long was troublesome, but it wasn’ the first time it happened. Thorns simply said that their plans failed before being fully developed, but managed to escape alive. Their ship was lost, probably destroyed. To top it off, Rose would have to remain ‘dead’ for awhile, at least until it was safe enough to walk around with her real name, Rose Watson.
"Rose Watson," she smiled slightly. "Just Rose, bloody hell, Watson. No need to use Rosie Thorns anymore, right Thorns?"
"Right."
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Post by subdigital on May 5, 2014 3:21:38 GMT
Side stepping to the right Elina effortlessly dogged another punch from her sparing Bot, Evon. She leaned back in throwing a wide hook hitting the bot right in its face. Evon stumbled back as Elina moved forward again this time leaning back on her right foot while at the same time raising her left. Quickly she extended her left foot and pivoted on her right executing a perfect roundhouse kick to send Evon flying backwards. "Excellent training session Mistress, the average human, tajarian, Unathi, Skrell and Dionaea would all be rendered unconscious from the multiple blows to the head. Also Mistress, your form and method of attack was 10% different from your usual moves decreasing the odds that an opponent will be able to guess your next action in a real combat scenerio." Evon got up and the two gave a small bow.
As she was walking over to the other side of the room Elina's PDA buzzed with a message, "Turn on your Tv, channel 34". After sitting down on her couch she turned on the TV just as the update was starting. When it finished Elina felt at a loss. Crimson was a enemy, a passion, a goal to work for. With him out of the picture she would need to find something new to occupy her time with. Another message buzzed on her PDA, "I have an assignment for you LT, be at HQ at 0600, -D"
Elin would have preferred to looked more into Crimsons death, but sadly she realized it would have to wait for another time.
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Post by Mewoykyinuis on May 5, 2014 3:37:01 GMT
Eri wraps an arm around Miyako's neck, leaning the younger girl against her chest as she watches the news article. "Hmmm.." she says, blinking several times before asking her sister, "Looks like rrrain, kitten."
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Post by halorocks22 on May 5, 2014 4:14:49 GMT
Felix yawned and relaxed his tired muscles as he laid down on the crappy, cheap bed that sat in the middle of his dirty bedroom. It gets pretty tiring running away from Security, he thought. He absently started scratching at an itchy spot on his gluteus maximus before reaching for the remote and turning on the holoscreen with a satisfying click. A commercial of a brand of raisins immediately materialized itself on the holoscreen and a sweet jingle began to play.
If you're tired and want some nutrients, try 4no Raisins, and get some radiance!
Felix groaned at the cheesy slogan and took out a cigarette he had saved earlier to alleviate some of the pain. As he clumsily began to struck a match against the striker strip of a matchbox to light his cigarette, the commercial abruptly ended and a news story about some 'alternate name for red' terrorist began to play. Slightly interested, Felix sat up on his bed like a good boy and turned up the volume with the cigarette hanging precariously out of his mouth.
!!NEWS FLASH!!
..An unidentified vessel belonging to the terrorist operating under the identity of 'Crimson' has been shot down over Epsilon Eridani airspace...
After listening to the story, Felix took on a curious facial expression as he quietly shut off the holoscreen. A violent torrent of emotions surged through him. Perhaps it was happiness, perhaps it was sadness, grief, or relief. It was none of those things. Suddenly, Felix's stomach warmed and he doubled over slowly. A long poooooooooooot, increasing in note frequency each passing second, emanated from his bowels and filled the room with a gas more potent than plasma.
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Post by Skull132 on May 5, 2014 8:16:19 GMT
Talon Keir was seated, his chin resting on his thumbs while the rest of his fingers were clasped together infront of his nose. His eyes were closed and his breathing calm. A harness and two Unathi blades rested on the table upon which his elbows were supported.
"Ally~!" a perky female voice summoned him from a neighboring room. As per engrained reaction, his eyes shot open, and without even a moment to shake off his sleep, he was stood up and leant forward over the back of a sofa as the news in question started playing. A woman with black hair and tanned skin was seated on the sofa, a bowl of ice cream in her lap. At the conclusion, the woman turned and lifted her head, a smile coupled with understandable surprise adorning it, "You really meant it, huh?" Talon nodded plainly, his gaze still fixed on the screen.
The woman frowned, looked down at the bowl of ice cream and then back at her companion. "You want some?" she smiled and asked.
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Post by Rusty Shackleford on May 5, 2014 19:13:52 GMT
Janet sat down on the sofa in living room, placing a cup of steaming tea on the coffee table, something to help her unwind after a long day at work. Reaching over, she picked up the remote control and turned the television on to the news channel, keeping the volume low. She picked up the cup of tea and took a sip as the commercials ended and the news program returned.
On the screen, a rather grisly scene unfolded. People were clearing away the wreckage of what appeared to be a ship, apparently shot down by antiaircraft defenses. Then a computer generated graphic of Epsilon Eridani 5 appeared on the screen, pointing out the crash site of the craft. Somewhat intrigued, Janet turned the volume on the television up a few ticks to hear what the news anchor was saying.
... the vessel was identified as that of a known terrorist's. This terrorist, operating under the pseudonym of 'Crimson', is held responsible for...
She spat out her tea at the mention of the name. Scrambling for the remote, she turned the volume up further, a slightly dazed expression on her face a she listened intently, the story now occupying her full attention.
... four decades ago. There were human remains recovered from the ship...
Janet didn't hear anything after that. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath, but it came out in a relieved sigh as the screen showed a body bag being taken away from the crash site. She bowed her head and began massaging her temples as she tried to process what she just saw.
Crimson is dead, she thought. The bastard is dead... I'm safe...
She glanced back up at the screen as the image switched from a Nanotrasen representative back to a commercial. She reached for the remote and shut off the television. She took a deep breath and stared at the deep, ragged scars on her arms, running all the way down her forearms to where the metal of her prosthetics was grafted into her skin.
Good riddance, you son of a bitch.
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Post by farcry11 on May 5, 2014 22:40:20 GMT
Peter's mouth twisted in to a derisive grin, his golden tooth emitting a dull glow in the dim lights of his flat. He chuckled to himself, rubbing Nigel behind his ears. The cat's tail flicked back and forth as he purred. A steady rain patterned against his window, and he could hear thunder rumbling deep outside. It rained quite a bit in Lowell.
"Good riddance. The bloody knife-fetishist got what was comin' to 'im," Peter muttered, sounding relieved. He got up from his futon to go grab a beer from the fridge. Once he was there, he briefly opened one of the kitchen drawers. A revolver, a plague doctor mask, and a pair of black gloves rested within. He looked at them for a moment, then shut the drawer quietly. He retrieved his beer, then went back to the futon to watch more news.
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Post by atoaster on Jun 14, 2014 21:37:27 GMT
John Solus leaned back in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. Flicking off the holoscreen as more commercials sprouted up, he gazed out to the passing nebula.
"Warms the heart hearing about those bastards meeting some grizzly end," John muttered. "Times like these make me wish I had just stayed with the Federation," a scowl crossing his face. "Then again, he came to them; its not like they have the spines to hunt him down anyways."
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