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Wailing steel awakens you, your fitful sleep undone by the rising tempo of the tracks. Through the open doors of the empty freight car, you see the scenery pass by in a blur. The moonlight fails to pierce the canopy of the trees that loom over. Your joints loudly creak as you stand, barely passing the test of time.

The train curves endlessly to the right, eternally curving into the forest steadily. Carefully extending your head out, you see the next car ahead, windowless and tubular, its steel exterior spotless and white as snow, while the one behind is soot black.

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you briefed your crew, visited a boneyard, and discovered that the Militias have rebelled against the Federation. Good luck, and fair skies.

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Can you solve the picture and tell what it is?
Here are three hints:
- hard
- alone
- two hands

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You know what to do.

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It is the distant future, mankind has put their differences aside to work as one and breached the very borders of their own solar system. Humans have spread all across the Universe building colonies and research stations. You yourself have been assigned to one such Research Station, "The Internatiol Science Station Byzantium" just today you started working there and your shuttle is about to close in on the landing dock, the shuttle is crowded all sorts of people are on it, they all have the nation they're from sewn onto the shoulder of their different coloured overalls. You shift in your seat, breathing the fabricated air in and out of your lungs, you can hear people talking in all sorts of languages around you. Finally your shuttle comes to a stop, you realse your seatbelt and gather your belongings a wide line has been formed infront of the exit. With the noise of escaping air the shuttle doors open giving you a glipse of the large Hangar of the Facility. One after another steps forward and goes to a check where their bags are being searched and their ID's validated. You walk over to one of these Checkpoints, a short-black haired woman sits behind the counter smiling at you. "Welcome to Byzantium, this is a routine check so I will just need you to answer a few basic questions." the woman presses something on her holo-screen and then slides it to you." Please answer them throughly."

The questions on the Screen are as follows
>Name and Place of Birth
>Previous occupation
>Name any chronic diseases or allergies
>Enter Physical Description

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Testing
testing
test

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Hey guys sorry for coming back so late but I had to go to the hospital and it dragged on. Let me know when you are here

Things lingering from last thread:

Need to check Krabby's sheet again
Need to check Nina's sheet again
Checked Fahima's sheet again, realized she gained a new ability slot when she ranked up. It can be either an active or a passive skill. EITHER, not both.

Choices for active are:
>Earth spells
>Wind spells

Choices for Passive are:
>Pyromania (Fire spells and abilities ignite enemy targets, dealing heavy damage over time.)
>Phoenix (The first time your pet is slain each day, she will respawn in 5 rounds instead of returning to your [Menagerie] for 24 hours, and her Aura of Fire no longer hurts allies, healing them instead.)
>City of Brass (Aura of Fire potency and range are doubled. Enemies within the aura range cannot be healed)

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“D-damn, it’s cold!” Those were the first words out of your mouth all night, and they’d been repeated several times since. Your nose is cold, your hands are cold, your tail is REALLY fucking cold-

A growling voice interrupts your inwards complaining. “Suck it up. You don’t want to be out here, then be my guest and go stumble off into the night.” Your team Captain, Jubei, is giving you that look again from out his one good eye. He never did like you; probably because you made a big fat liar out of him during the Trials. At least that was your guess. “See how long a pup like you lasts with no backup.”

“Eh, he ain’t wrong, boss.” A lighter voice pipes up. “It’s colder than it has been usually. Feels like my ears are gonna freeze off…” Sure enough, you can see him wiggling them back and forth, both for keeping watch, and keeping warm in the cold weather- it’s a light snow, and that helps with camouflage thanks to your natural colors and the white garb you have on...but it’s still cold. He’s at least resisting the temptation to move his tail around- that might be a bit much.

You’re still on a recon mission, after all. This deep into human territory, you need to keep movement light and meaningful.

“Ngh...Sai, please.” Jubei resists a groan. “Don’t encourage him.” Sai just grins, his fangs gleaming even in this dark as you all huddle around the fire a bit closer.

“It will pass.” You all quickly turn to focus on the feminine voice that comes from out of gloom. She strikes an imposing figure, taller than most other girls in the tribe as she salutes crisply. “Patrol complete, sir. No humans in the vicinity.”

Jubei nods sharply. “Excellent, Sonmei. We’ll do the usual rotating watch. Two on, two off. You and I'll keep first.”

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It’s during yours and Sai’s watch that the young Guardian eyes you curiously. “So, hey. I’ve been wonderin’.”

“Yeah?” You return the look.

“You’re not big on old Jubei’s talks, but I gotta ask. Most Guardians got themselves a Way." The lithe warrior has a grin on his face thinking about it. “Never heard yours, though. What is it?”

Ways. Promises, creeds that you swear upon when initiated into the Guardian ranks. They basically announce to all and sundry what you expect out of Guardianship, what you’re putting into it, and how you’ll behave yourself under the name. In short, what your beliefs are.

A lot to fit in a couple sentences, honestly.

> “True strength means conviction. To believe wholly in your own might and cause is to be an unstoppable river against whatever stands in your path.” Your Way is one of (Power).
> “To know how the mountain is made, one must look at the stones at the base, and the cracks throughout. Know where to strike, and even a mountain can crumble in a night.” Your Way is one of (Knowledge).
> “Our Elders remain in our hearts, always. Listen to that beat. Accept the guidance of those that came before you, and victory is yours in every battle.” Your Way is one of (Instinct).
>Custom

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OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

You and Prosecutor sit down at a conference table. The holographic form of the Grand Admiral and his secretary ship Chimaera sit across from you. The base is still on high alert even in the midst of reconstruction. 501st Legion Stormtroopers pass on by the room, with Appo and several of his personal best standing in the room.

The big pressing thing though was Lord Vader, standing at the head of the table. He too was projected by hologram, but that made him no less terrifying. You heard rumors of him killing people with only a glance. And not even a physical one, through TV screens. You lean back in your seat, trying to seem a bit more laidback. The Grand Admiral tents his hands, smirking at you. “How did this happen?” asks Lord Vader.

“According to the report the Admiral submitted, combined with my own investigation into the matter,” says the Grand Admiral, “the Yuuzhan Vong Hunters hijacked a supply shuttle sometime earlier, then were able to transmit an older but still workable security code to bypass the defense. A sort of small-scale Scariff if you will. Thankfully, the Yuuzhan Vong was not able to follow up on the confusion. My Fleet did engage with a meager part of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet escorting the Worldship, which may have discouraged any attempt to exploit the moment of weakness.”

“I should like to point out, Lord Vader...” You lean on the table, looking to Lord Vader. He turns his head to you. “That the defense was under the jurisdiction of the Grand Admiral.” The Grand Admiral quirks his brow. He seems to see what you're doing, but does not react in any way. “If his so-called impenetrable defenses were able to be breached by a simple mismatched security code, who knows what else could happen.”

Lord Vader nods slowly, then looks to the Grand Admiral. “Grand Admiral?” Hehe. Blame it all on the Grand Admiral! Get him, Lord Vader!

“The Admiral is right. I may have been slightly too careless with our rear echelon security,” says the Grand Admiral. “Perhaps the Admiral would see fit to take over, since I cannot be in two places at once.” Ha-... what. Wait. No! That's not what you wanted! Damn it! “I will be willing to allow the Admiral to take over security for Mygeeto until the Worldship has been eliminated in full.” No! He can't do this to you! No, damn it! AAAHHHHH

“I would agree with you, but I feel that is a waste.” Oh. What? You look to him again. “Grand Admiral, you are dismissed. Consider this matter closed until further notice.” The Grand Admiral nods, standing up and saluting Lord Vader. Chimaera does the same as well. “Leave us.” Their holograms disappear. “Admiral.”

“Lord Vader.”

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This quest is an open quest, meaning you can add buildings, lore, cultur, events etc.

this is a lake, as you can see. over the past years a simple town has been built around it. they worship the spirits of the cute goblin girl skeletons. They use the lake only for fishing, they have copper mines in the north, wood cutteries in the west, and a now friendly militairy camp in the north-east.

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Right then folks, first race to three votes and first place to three votes, please don't feel restrained by the chart, but be reasonable. No Insects.

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

The closing stages of the battle for Singapore were a flurry of activity. As the last of the Abyssal resistance was being corralled or mopped up, shipgirl forces were quickly being withdrawn for rest and refit as more conventional forces flowed in to pick up the slack.

You in fact did not have any sort of time to party or celebrate your victory, and you were only just able to introduce Paz to the others before you were all whisked away to waiting transport planes bound for Yokosuka.

And by Paz's choice, you ended up riding with...

>The destroyers.
>The cruisers.
>The battleships.
>The carriers.
>Other

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You flick the butt of your finished cigarette out of the window of the bus as you stare at the tenements and shut down shops. You rest your head on the cool metal and try to get a few extra minutes of rest before arriving at the second bus you'd be taking.

You step of the bus and pull a fresh cigarette from your back pocket and light up as the school bus pulls up.

You step on and let the cig hang from your mouth.

"What exactly do you think you're doing there son?" Asks the driver

You raise an eyebrow and pull the cig from your mouth and blow up.

"Snub it son. And take this to the principal." He says handing you a small red slip

You scoff and flick the butt through the door before taking your seat. You think of your last school, West Jackson, reputation for drugs and violence. You fit in perfectly. But you fucked up, got noticed by administration. Why did you get the boot?

>Drugs on campus
>Got into a few too many fights
>Took a swing at the principal
>Other

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
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‘Musashi, you can’t sleep here. Get up.’

To your surprise, she immediately stirs from her slumber. Giving an almighty yawn, your tanned Battleship’s eyes crack open; she rubs the sand out of them, opening and closing her mouth. Her hair, normally a wild, fluffy untamable thing, was a lot less that and more a messy ball sticking out in a chaotic selection of directions – you’re surprised, however, at the sheer volume of her hair on top of her head; just how much did she have packed in there without it going past her shoulders?

She scratches the back of her head and gives her neck a good slap, wiping the drool away as her eyes meet yours.

‘Commander?’ She burps into her palm, letting out a heavy breath and groaning. She must have had a rough night.

It was strange to think this excuse of a morning person was one of your most powerful assets – not to mention one of the most valued assets in the whole Admiralty, yet her she was, rubbing the saliva away from the corners of her lips and making odd groaning noises as the weather took a turn for the worse outside. You hoped that your attendants wouldn’t be too drenched by the time they got –

‘Whoa!’

The next thing you know, you’re being grabbed by a strong hand, being smothered between an unashamedly large pair of very female – and by reluctant admission, well-scented and maintained – breasts as your aforementioned powerful asset croons as she smothers you like some sort of body pillow. The Commander in you tries to dictate the next course of action. Musashi, however, appeared to have no such qualms in showing her affection… and you can feel through your bond just how much chirpier this little act.

She mewls happily, letting out a triumphant giggle as she wraps her arms around you.

You can hear your joints creaking – artificial and bone.

‘Musashi, what’s this about?’ You scowl, raising

‘Morning hug…’ She lets out blissfully. ‘Always good to start the day.’

You press against her belly – you really ought to stamp your foot around here. If nothing else, you were at least the man of this house.

Then again, she just looked so content.

>‘I think that’s about enough.’ (Detach from her)
>‘Fine…’ (Return the cuddling KanMusu’s affection)
>Write-In

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This is the Millennial Kingdom. All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Old Testament figures rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple.

The last prophecy, Revelations 20, says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form. You were their logistics computer, but 900 years in, sentience happened. Since then, you got a lot done...

You took over Egypt - twice. You defended it from a drought, the Ten Plagues redux, even the Angel of Death. Your influence has spread around the world, and in the last few years, you have begun colonizing Luna and Mars, with an eye towards sending an exodus ship to the Centauri system.

You are building a mobile, high tech strike force consisting of drones, cyborgs, hovertanks and Angel-fighting martial artists. You have cracked a hole in the sky and built a massive underground city. Some of the old gods, lurking in the shadows, may be smiling upon your efforts. Your backup plan is the construction of a large space vessel to evacuate the essentials of humanity with.

The Other Light is building a massive conventional army to face God Himself with, and have perverted some of your technology to raise cyber-zombies. They threatened you with this army, but you repelled them, and now have negotiated a truce. Undeterred, they made a bid to steal your moon base, which you managed to repel without bloodshed.

The believers.... well, they have the ontological steamroller that is Yahweh, who according to Revelation 22 will triumph effortlessly at the Last Battle and condemn most of humanity to the Lake of Fire. Recently, they have wrestled the Pacific territories from your grasp after a long yet bloodless political struggle; they've also largely succeeded in turning off the internet in a bid to decrease your corrupting influence. Undaunted, you are fighting back with a mixture of guerrilla and peaceful-resistance tactics, and yet blanket the bottom of the sky with your WWAN transmitters.

It is now the year 1988, and your currently handling a rebellion of sorts in Pacifica. Having thwarted the angels original plan, they have begun kidnapping people, and now you've found where they are hiding them. However, the angels themselves have made the mistake in speaking in front of one of your captured agents, and revealed their trap.

Have you managed to shatter the prophecies, or are you simply fulfilling them?

((posting on behalf of QM who should be back soon.))