Sutoratosu

Not the way you use it... ... ... ... Against Mareek now, yes, it probably would be.

While that type of thing could indeed happen if I continued to use it incorrectly, not so if now that I've realized the mistake on my part. A Vacuum is devoid of air... without air, fire cannot burn. Sound is merely the disturbance of air... but if there is no air, there can be no sound... Solved two major problems right there; Fire types and any sound based moves. Flavor text from Bulbapedia: XY The user whirls its fists to send a wave of pure vacuum at the target. This move always goes first. Hell, if I had realized this huge blunder earlier on, the battle with Slade might've ended a bit differently...but anyways... six weeks later... he's been beating himself up over that loss and trying to analyze everything else that went wrong other than himself being arrogant...oh yeah, I think this realization can be Justified IC...

Good lord do I feel like an idjit right now... I just realize that I've been using "Vacuum Wave" completely wrong... I've been trying to have that Scyther use it like the move Twister or something, overlooking the very name of the attack... Vacuum... god, it's so dang obvious. That right there solves a lot of issues he has with his team... Guess I'ma need to destroy the old tactics now...

I know right? Mareek's ideas kinda seem like complete fodder now compared to the creativity of some of these things...

Zoliver's little escape was cut short by the sound of crackling fire and snapping timbers. Up above him and his younger sisters a burning beam was knocked loose as the growing fire in town consumed a nearby building, the peice of scorching wood streaking as it fell towards them, just outside the of the dirt road leading out of town. He was so damn smug that he didn't even notice enough to look up until it was damn near too late. The sound of hissing flames and broken cobble stones filled the earth as Star Blazer, thank god for Star Blaze, valiant, a attentive and steed he was, hurled the three of them off of his back, saving them from the fate of being crushed to death along with him. He gave one last painful whinny as the thing made impact, breaking his back and setting him alight from the sheer heat of the blaze. Zoliver landed on the street hard, hitting his head on the rough, abrasive stones of a doorstep and bleeding. The world was foggy, his mind swathed in the shroud of exquisite pain that had settled in. Yolk Van's house was visible just in the distance. Alma's scream could be heard nearby as he faded out of consciousness. "ZOLIVER! ZOLIVER!!!" then nothing... nothing but the inky blackness of a coma. The world fell away from the young knight, as did his sister's screams. This was the void of death... the void of oblivion. and in this void there were voices...and faces... he saw many people he had known in the town... friends, acquaintances, fellow smith apprentices... and at one point he thought he saw his own mother... the more he struggled to withstand the pull of oblivion, the stronger it became, the worse it felt on his soul. LATER... "Wake up, Zoliver!" Yolk Van ordered, shaking the boy roughly as he held his hand up to the young man's head, trying to heal his broken skull and draw his soul back from the path to hell. A contingency of Knights and Cithal Preist knelt beside him at the boy's corpse, the knights putting their efforts into healing the physical body, the Preist into retrieving the soul before it completely left the body. "WAKE UP DAMNIT!" Van pooled his concentration and amplified his focus on the Aria of Dawn, causing an influx of light to enter his palm. Zoliver's skull corrected itself in an instant, his brain reshaping itself, repairing the concussive damage from his collision with the door step. The knights and priest mirrored Van's final push, putting everything they had into their magicks. Zoliver's body began to correct it's own injuries, his broken limbs from the beams collapse reforming, the cuts and bruises sealing and receding. The burns from the fire healing. "WAKE THE FUCK UP BOY!" Van slapped him across the face in a tearful rage. "DON'T YOU DIE ON ME! GET THE FUCK UP, NOW!" Zoliver had lost all sense of time in his little journey through the path of darkness. the faces had stopped a while ago. but everynow and again, the voices would keep screaming at him, ostricizing him, calling him worthless, weak, a pathetic excuse for a person. and with every insult, he felt his soul sink more and more into the maw of the wrym, into the void of hell itself... and then there came a light. a beacon in this land of shame and despair and regret. Zoliver's very being yearned towards it, clawing, grasping, gasping for air as if he were drowning and this light, this holy, ethereal light, was the sweetest air. and from this light he heard a single voice. He could not understand it, nor did he care that he couldn't understand it. for this voice was familiar to his ears... this voice was Yolk Van's... the only true father figure he had ever known. "WAKE UP!" he heard. "WAKE THE FUCK UP BOY!" and that... is just what zoliver did. he found himself drawn to the light, pulled up faster than he ever could've moved towards the light. and then he passed through the illumination... and then he gasped for air... and air is precisely what filled his lungs as he was pulled back to the realm of the living Van brought his hand off the boy's forehead as Zoliver gasped for oxygen and his body spasmed as the spirit found it's way back from the darkness of the pit. The knights and priest stopped their work, many of them collapsing in exhaustion from such intense focus. The Moon was just setting on the horizon. Dawn was breaking in the western sky, filling the sky with violet and magenta and dark blue. The sounds of shouting and screams could be heard in the distance... the sound of the Rojamaris Knight Corps. serving the twelve surviving Silver Bloods with capital punishment for the evil they had wrought this night, for the husbands and mothers, aunts and uncles, sons and daughters they had massacred in this tiny village. Pryes could be seen off in the distance... that was where the screaming was coming from. The Pirates were being flayed alive, their bodies burned in hell fire one by one... This was the price to pay for mass murder in Rojamaris, the price ordered by the king himself the moment he heard of the attack on Koise that night and dispatched the Corps... "Zoliver," Van said, embracing the young man tearfully. "Zoliver... I'm sorry boy, the mother fuckers killed everyone... your mother... all the children in town...everyone... some of bastards escaped before we could deal justice for their crime..." he pulled away from the young man, looking him right in the eye. "Zoliver... we could find no traces of your sisters, boy...or of anyone else whose body is not among the slain...I'm sorry... they're gone... they probably were... killed and thrown into the icy waters of the bay before the remnants fled... I pray to the Sky Lord himself that it is as simple as that... that... it is all that was done to them by those whore sons..." The screaming ended in the distance. the last prisoner had just been executed. the smell of burning flesh wafted through the air... but the smell meant nothing to Zoliver... no.. what mattered to him right now was something on the ground nearby... he had to squint for a minute in the dawn light... but he was sure of it. There...on the ground, covered with ash and soot and gleaming with blood... was a dragon shaped pendant he had made years ago. He could remember it so clearly... he had made two of them; one of Sterling silver with gold accents for Alma's fifteenth name day, and a smaller one with inversed colors for Aria for her fifth nameday... judging from the size of this one... and that tell tell gleam of silver... It belonged to Alma. He had been given one mission... his mother had told him to protect his sisters... to strike down all those who dare harm them...and he was so damn smug that he couldn't even pay enough attention to do that... and now that smugness, the arrogance... had probably cost both Alma and Aria their lives... *** "Stop the damn water works already!" Absalom finally said angrily after a good forty five minutes of this crying session between the grown ass sniper and the giant spider. "You," he said, turning to Sinbad. "You're a grown man, get over yourself! and you!" he turned to face Scrawl directly. "Yes, you were abandoned. yes, they used you and left you here to rot without a word of goodbye or thanks... but God Fucking damn it!" He pointed his finger over to his fathers now cold body in the distance. "I lost my fucking father tonight!" he roared in disgust. "Saw him struck down right before me, and I, a boy of barely fourteen fucking years, have cried less over that then you two have over these damn trivialities." He did not mean for the sentence to sound as selfish or harsh as it came out. but in all honestly, he had a good damn point. after all... he had seen his own father cut down... and gallon for gallon, the river of tears these two had been crying for the better part of an hour far outdid the ones he shed in his grief for the loss of his parent. IT was just...just... ridiculous, especially the sniper. He could give this giant... spider thing a pass. It's entire world had just been revealed to be a lie, everything it ever knew stolen and replaced with the harsh fires of lady truth...that and the fact that Scrawl seemed to be only as developed mentally as a common six year old. but the sniper? why the hell was a grown man balling like a babe over something so damn... small... for Sky Lord's sake, you'd think he'd just come home to find his wife and children slaughtered the way he was going on! "I'm sorry," Absalom said afterwards... "This night has just been... horrible all around and It's starting to get to me..." "No..." Scrawl said, stopping his tears by sheer force of will. he walled back the growing depression and grief in his heart, addressing the boy with a steely tone. "No... boy right... Scrawl no cry over this. Scrawl escape from here, Scrawl live own life his own way! Scrawl show evil deceitful dead people who win in end! Scrawl help Boy and Snake men and nice sympathetic man with big Crossbow!" Scrawl reached up gently pushed Sinbad away, being sure not to touch him with any of his barbs. "Dry tears, nice crossbow man!" Scrawl said with determination. "No one take advantage of Scrawl or betray scrawl again! Scrawl revoke old contract, revoke, Scrawl says!! Scrawl help you people heal weird man with spear!" As soon as he spoke, a decrepit looking, ancient white glyph appeared in the air before him. various cracks and fractures had spread throughout it's face, it's glow dying with every second. "I revoke the damn contract! begone!" Scrawl shouted in a completely different voice. the thing cracked even more and then shattered right before the eyes of everyone there, sending shards of ethereal light everywhere. "It is done..." Scrawl's blue eyes blazed with something that hadn't been there before... it was intellect... it was wisdom... it was the fire of dauntlessness. "What... what just happened?" Absalom asked. "I recalled my true purpose," the spider said in a low growl. "Those bastards long ago did more than just manipulate me... the stole my mind, made me stupid as a child so that they could feed as many lies to me as they so please... but no more. The hex broke with the contract. I am my own being once more, cpable of fulfilling my reason to exist." as he spoke, the ground itself seemed to reverberate with power. "Do not call me Scrawl, that is the name a sorcerer bestowed on me in my induced stupidity... No... I am not a slave any longer..." He stood on his hind legs and turned his skywards, shouting to the heavens. "I have recalled what I am! I am Anansi, Ancient bearer of all Wisdom and servant of the Lord Orphont himself!! Weaver of the fabrics of time and binder of the threads that hold together creation and it's legacy! Highest of Keepers of the realm of the eternal reward, Elise, and the White Judge of the Valiant!" a few stones fell from the ceiling from the power of his proclamation, landing near the group. His Carapace lost it's golden hue, replaced by a swirling, marble white sheen that seemed to glow. his eyes lost their cold blue color, becoming golden and reflective as his shell had been just moments ago. He returned his blazing gaze to them, getting back down on all eight of his legs and turning to Sinbad. whatever the hell had just happened, it was obviously something worth noting... apparently this spider was no simpleton...oh no, he was something much, much more... but who in the everloving fuck was this 'Orphont' guy? It didn't matter...either way, this thing was exuding an immense amount of power...so much that it felt like the three would be crushed at any moment. but this power was different from what it had felt like during the fight with Marcelos... this power did not feel as though it was actively trying to kill them... still... this feeling... it was frightening beyond all words. in fact, the god damn ground wouldn't stop shaking he exuded so much pressure. "You all... thou art saviors to this weaver... thee hath given me the strength to break out of the trickery that trapped me all those tens of centuries ago... I am in thine debt, heroes... Tell me...what be thine names?"

hey Jory, you do a good enough job explaining things to McCarthy, and he'll make this whole little mishap go away... maybe... MAYBE... but he'll still be weary of you guys though...

So... I'm pretty much gonna sit and wait with Anver until the party starts to get a bit more underway. Don't wanna draw any unnecessary attention.

The soldiers still accompanying McCarthy trained their rifles on the small group. "Very well then, soldier," The General said, turning his attention to Jory. "What on god's green earth have you done here? you have thirty seconds to explain before I just order you to be taken into custody and interrogated." *** Erick couldn't even respond to Logan's question. A team of soldiers appeared out of the darkness before he could and trained their guns on the group. there were seven of them, all dressed in full black gear. their rifles seemed to be similar to X19s, though with the addition of Grenade launchers attached to the bottom of the barrels... needless to say, getting blasted by it would not be fun by any stretch of the imagination. "Put your damn hands up!" one of them shouted in a gruff voice. It seemed having Vicious roar like that was a rather...bad idea on Sid's part. "I said put em up! you're all under Arrest until we get this shit storm sorted out!" "All right, alright, put the damn weapons down, folks, we'll come quietly" Erick said as he got up unsteadily, Genisa helping him. he raised his hands in the air, facing away from the speaker... whether it was intentional or because of his temporary blindness, one couldn't be sure. though he obviously had some sight, because he looked right at Logan and Nathan next "Let's just cooperate guys...we struggle and it'll gets uglier than it needs to be."

I'ma try to get an update for this out soon. and if you haven't answered the questions, please do so.

SEACREST "But of course," Michael said to the young Swablu. he turned to the crowd. "Afterall, I'm sure no one has any objections, given that this young lady tried to serve as a voice of reason and helped us to catch the brothers... am I wrong?" "No, no...no issue here." someone in the crowd said nervously. "Hell, you should give her more..." another chimed. "I don't see why she doesn't deserve a little something for her efforts," a third confirmed. "And it's not like there's a very limited amount of supplies and cash to spread around..." "There you have it then, Artemis," The Alakazam turned his attention back to the cotton bird. "No one here has any objections, so go on... I'm sure your team members are waiting for you. You'll find the Oshawott over there, and the Zangoose is right behind you." It was unknown as to how he could've known any of this, especially her name... but then again, when one has an IQ of over 5,000... one tends to know things one has no logical way of finding out. If Artemis looked behind her, she'd see that Michael was indeed right, standing there was Macmillan. "Guess we won't be needing this after-all then," he said, stowing it back in his bag. "Not that it would've done anything anyway... apparently wonder orbs only work in dungeons or something... Anyways, what did he give us, Artemis?" MY HOMEDAWGS AT TEMPEST Whilst the party was stowing away their purchased goods and the Kecleon brothers were returning their inventory to the chest beneath the counter, a certain individual was sneaking nearby, watching them all as they made their plans... "Well, lets get to the castle if we're ready," Draidon said as Ace scooped the goods into his bag. "And you'll find that having hands really isn't all it's made out to be..." Just as he finished speaking, a streaking sound filled the air, followed by a considerable amount of heat. Blazing right towards the group was a wheel of bright fire, rolling towards them at an incredible speed... and it was heading right for the shop. "You two, get dow-" Draidon couldn't even finish his warning to the brothers, The Flame got there first and knocked both of them off their feet. The fiery construct died down a little, revealing the face of an Arcanine. "Well, thank you kindly for these," she said as she swiped the entire plate of fresh donuts, platter and all. "We'll be eating well tonight, that's for certain!" with that done, the Fires roared up around her body once again and she resumed her Flame Wheel attack, using it to get away from the quartet. she seemed to be heading for Mt. Horn... "Catch her, Draidon!" one of the brothers yelled at the dragon. "Yes, you all, you're a rescue team," the other brother added. "so help us out and stop that damn thief!" Draidon only nodded at them, turning to the others. "You heard em," he said, taking off after the Fire growing smaller and smaller in the distance. "Let's catch her!" He seemed to be keeping good pace, using his powerful legs and arms to propel himself from rock to large rock along the path as he pursued her as they rolled their way up the long and harsh trail heading towards Mt.Horn in the south. but the others would have to hurry if they didn't want to lose the two.

"The issue is that the boy on the ground over there," Eric answered Trystane, pointing his scythe at Aaron. "Is not Aaron Nall. He has the same body, same voice, but it's someone else in control, not him. I've been watching since that nice little bit of bitching he did at the city gates, and after what I've seen from him, I'm damn sure he's possessed by something or someone. For all we know, we've been infiltrated and haven't even known until now." His sight drifted over to the horses as he spoke, trying to figure out what to do about this whole fiasco that's been going on since they left the goddamned Nix Gate. "So let's just take away his sight and hearing and deal with it later," Cesealia said simply. "We honestly have more pressing matters at the moment, given that...oh, about half our people have been kidnapped by a cannibalistic Daemon that crawled straight out of the farthest reaches of hell." "It's not that simple," Eric said. "If this whole bullshit about 'primal keys' and whatnot is true, than..." "Just keep it out of his possession then," the young magistrate said. there was honest disappointment in her voice. "Honestly, Eric, was it? this isn't all that hard an issue to solve. If he's under someone else's mental influence, restrain him, gag him, put cork in his ears and blindfold him. Keep any weapons out of his reach, and once we get to the others, that Chimera White who was with us should know how to break the possession and preform an exorcism." Eric looked at the six of them sheepishly. "I guess it really is simple then..." He looked to Trystane, sheathing his weapon. "Alright, you there, Trystin, was it? I was watching some of that conversation you and the impostor had with the black horse earlier. so what's the situation with those steeds? Have you worked out some agreement with them, or did you two just piss them off and now they're here to stampede us all?"

"Who, Slade?" Mareek asked, glancing at the battlefield. He himself had been watching the way that Danielle girl had occasionally looked at his roommate. he turned his attention back to Lana. "Well... I honestly don't know if I have anything to say about that... he seems a bit on the scatterbrained side. He can think of interesting things in battle, but sometimes it just seems as if he completely lacks foresight. Chances are, he's probably not gonna notice..." Erce was parring her claws against each other nearby in boredom. Java, on the other hand, was no where to be seen, though a bright light emanated from the pocket of Mareek's jacket along with a few electronic tones and beeps. He seemed not to mind the Porygon's shenanigans at the moment. "And by the way," he said. "I think you're honestly just fine the way you are; some people are just natural crowd drawers, others are more content with smaller and closer gatherings. It just takes the latter type of people a bit longer to get know someone and trust them. You'll be able to become a little more social and less shy if you just keep making an honest effort at it, so just go at your own pace, Lana."

I'm not trying to ostracize you, it just something that honestly irks me to see people complaining about pacing after just a single day of inactivity.

You have no idea what ridiculous is around here then. not being able to post for a SINGLE day is absolutely nothing. Patience is a virtue, you're not the only one involved in this, so let others finish up what their doing now too, now that you're done for the moment. just because you decided to finish your scene with the whole RyanXKAge or whatever, does not mean that everyone else has to drop things going on in their lives just because you're impatient and want to move things along. Now, if it drags on for a few days, then a bit of voicing is justified. but as it stands, 1 day? only one? really? No, that is not ridiculous.

The Eleven Soldiers found themselves standing in the middle of a large forrest clearing, the ground scorched with blast marks from the taking off of various ships in the past. Standing not far from the Loading Ramp was the ESF agent, the monochromatic armor of his Exo-Suit gleaming in the light of the setting sun. Garren was the last of them to exit from the Aircraft, and the minute he had walked off the Loading Ramp, the angled platform was withdrawn back into it's upright position as the two doors to the Personnel bay slammed shut behind it. A moment later the ship's engines howled back to life, and they were left there as it shot back up into the sky, rocketing back into the north and soon disappearing beyond the tree tops. "Take a good look at the men and women around you, soldiers," the ESF said. His helmet was held in the crux of his arm, revealing the back of a head full of unkempt white-blonde hair. He had his back turned to the eleven other individuals as he continued. "From this moment onward, these are your allies. These are the people who you will, presumably, be fighting alongside when you enter beyond the Gates at Eden. From this moment onward, the twelve of us are one unit; codenamed Chimera 17." He turned to face them, revealing a rather handsome face with a pair of cold, dark green eyes that seemed to be peering into each of their very souls and immediately seeing their weaknesses. Now that the soldiers could get a look...this guy was actually several years younger than most of them. "My name is Jace Michael Bane," he said, looking at each of them inturn in an acknowledging manner. "Major General of the Esperanza Special Forces, youngest officer to ever hold the rank, and I have completed over 130 combat missions over the past four years. I will be serving as the Commanding Officer and leader of this Squadron for the duration of this mission, spanning from now until the moment this squadron steps over the outer boundaries of Esperanza with the cure." He began pacing back and forth during his debriefing, like a classic military type. "But I can not guarantee that you will survive this mission," he continued. "Whatever lies beyond Eden is a complete unknown to us. We have no intel, no scout reports, no drones to send in for recon. We are going in blind. What I can guarantee on this mission, however, is that if you do die, that death WILL NOT be for nothing. I will not allow it to be for nothing. And I WILL NOT allow any operative to be left behind in the field to die." he stopped pacing suddenly, looking up at the ruins visible not far in the distance. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering where we are," he said. "Well...as things currently stand, I will not tell you where we, nor which trail we must take from here in order to reach Eden. I had full audio of the Personnel Bay during all twelve hours of that flight. I know full well there was no social interaction between any of at all, and BARELY any once we landed. You all, put quite simply, just sat there and ignored the person beside you the entire time. This is absolutely unacceptable, Soldiers." He had a noticeable accent as he spoke, though it was faint, as if he were attempting to mask it. "We are going to be acting as a team," he said, his voice rising a tad with anger. "A single unit. Ergo, you must, at the very least, know the names of those fighting beside you. I'm not saying any of you have to be friends. I'm not saying any of you have to even like each other, in fact, I'll be blunt: some of you could be completely at each others throats for all I care; so long as when shit hits the fan, oh, and it most certainly will, let me tell you here and now, you'll have each other's backs without question. Even someone you may not like all that much will make a better ally in the field than a complete stranger whose name you do not even know." He leveled his cold gaze on all of them, there was definitely something irritating him...again, the ESF was far better than the ERC. this...this sheer lack of communication from squad members about to embark on a mission... it simply DID NOT happen in scenarios involving SF; he was completely appalled that it happened here, even given some of these peoples personalities and their personal histories (Which he himself knew like the back of his own hand from extensive Personnel briefings and reading and rereading all of their files from the MoD)...still appalling. "Here is what we're going to do right now," he said in a firm voice that suggested he would accept no protest. "We are going to go down the line, from right to left, and each of you is going to step up and introduce yourself to your fellow squad mates. You must include, at the very least, your first and last name. If you want to share anything else about yourself, such as why you volunteered for this, for example, then please, feel free to do so. We'll start with you over there, Costanza."

Type they find in a star, eh? alright, I think it could be... maybe reasonable to have tech evolved that far by the 2330's (When I'm thinking off for all this mess with Weapon Grade Plasma to happen) Though, to be able to generate that much heat to equal a star, they'd have to be pretty damn advanced... so advanced that they would probably be an actively star fairing society by then... Though wait... Stars...Stars...STARS... Maybe... Star Shard? Now I'm just going crazy... but what if they could...somehow capture part of a star and farm the plasma from that? though the amount of scientific advancement required... again, it would cause some HUGE Tech inconsistency's in history, inconsistency's so large that it would pretty much up-heave the entire basis of the very plot of this RP because Humanity would've been able to get off of earth and expand outwards much sooner than they did...think about it, first they have to actually get to star, the closest one is the sun, then they have to withstand the heat of the star... then find some way to break off a part of it, contain it safely...yeah, major possible plot breaking things... *Reborn acheivement system* "Stratos has just aquired a new acheivement: getting trapped in logic circles by his own writting!"

Well... in that case... I guess I'll just have to be vague and substitute "Plasma" for "Highly Classified Energy" and make it so that this "highly classified Energy" is the thing outlawed instead of Plasma and is the thing used on ships, though in all honestly, Ships can just use giant versions of Laser Weapons... or maybe I could just say it was Lasers and outlaw that instead but that would be kinda foolish given that I'm pretty sure what I'm thinking off can't exactly be accomplished by Lasers and the fact that I've kinda given them to a class as a primary weapon... Soooooo... I think I'm going to have to end up stealing a page from one Mr.Orson Scott Card and uuuuse... The Molecular Disruption Device...or at least something similiar to it since that's pretty much the closest thing to what I keep thinking off for this whole "Nuke without causing the Fallout" because I honestly don't care about the irradiated land surrounding the blast site, I just want to give the folks of ancient earth a way to eliminate the massive fall out that would result from the blast and block out the sun light and cause Nuclear Winter... I... don't know. Any suggestions? ((And at this point, Since I'm thinking of just replacing it with something else, I'm probably just justify you all suddenly finding Plasma weapons at some point by just say that Humans never gave any thought as to how to turn plasma into a WMD... but the folks who built Eden and the ruins did))

Alright then, Murdoc, have at it, please. Now... if you could figure out something about the weaponization of plasma... I want something able to destroy/cut threw matter like a Lightsaber can; though it's stated that a Lightsaber's blade is pure energy... and if Plasma technically isn't pure energy... well, you get where I'm going, don't really know how I can continue the BS train on that particular idea now. ((just To give some context about what I'm thinking about when I say "Plasma Weapons of Mass Destruction" I'm thinking of something like a Nuke, capable of inflicting large amounts of loss of life and damage over a very large area, but that would lack the fallout and drastic environmental consequences of detonating a Nuke, which would pretty much leave the fact that other people can retaliate against you for an attack with the same tech as the only deterrent for using the weapon. What I envisioned was that somehow, the same tech used for Lightsabers in SW could maybe be turned into...I don't know, some type of explosive energy charge that could destroy anything it touched upon detonation and leaves no trace of it behind... so basically, a Nuke... just a Nuke that doesn't royally fuck up the environment)) So... Challenge accepted Murdoc?

Only a page in a half? guess It's been a rather slow day for us then...

I've been riding near the border of overstreched in work on here lately... couple that with school and preparing to try to turn PSS into a novel manuscript for the NaNoWriMo, and it's probably gonna be a while before I can get around to posting anything more for this

whether it's like superheated water, steam, etc, either way, still quite destructive... and painful. Though... this would be a lot easier if I knew anything about or comprehended physics... or even cared much about it.

That's not the type of plasma I'm talking about. The type that's generated in Lightning and such is nowhere near as powerful as the type that was weaponized long ago on earth and then completely outlawed because of said power. Basically, when you see me mention anything about plasma weapons, I want you guys to think so something like a Lightsaber. Take that type of ridiculous, unstoppable energy, so strong it can cut through and vaporize virtually anything, tweak it to make it possible to cause it to burst outward in a wide explosion after being stimulated, and put it on the end of a missle now... and you have ridiculous destruction on your hands. That drone ain't nowhere near powerful enough to get the kid arrested for Possession of Plasma Small Arms.

How did you know I was bullshiting those entire mechanics, Exlink? Well.. and then there was one... a lonely fellow named Garren.

Quiet finished checking his guns, stowing back in the shroud wrapped around his chest and shoulders. He had sat here and watch everyone pretty much ignore everyone else during the god damn twelve in a half hour flight It had taken to get here; and they had been riding on the fastest Flyer model in circulation. He honestly wasn't all that surprised when they landed and Everyone then continued to ignore one another. In fact, they had all left now; it was only him and Garren left in the Personnal Bay. How interesting... this observed behavior suggested an extreme disfunctionality as a team could be expected in the future... "Don't die," Quiet said cryptically in an emotionless, mono-toned voice as he walked past Garren, heading towards the exit himself now. his Shroud, a pitch black garment adorned with silver decoration, billowed out behind him like a cape as he walked. He paused just before he reached the ramp however. "And don't expect anyone here to die for you." with that little bit of advice derived from his recent observations, he exited the craft and walked off the Boarding Ramp, effectively leaving Garren completely alone in the now empty space.

By the way... I only said it's illegal to make Plasma Small Arms... now, if you were to... oh, I don't know... mayhaps find such a device very deep within the reaches beyond Eden... eh, well, that would be a loophole in "Make" part of the law, wouldn't it? and technically the condition about opera- ... no, no more spoilers. let's just say that just because they're 'Illegal' doesn't nessacarily mean obtaining them at some point in the far future will be impossible