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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kell_tamer: OOC Thread 
  
  
  It's been a week since you have broken off from the Outbound,   the fleet of vessels making the first forays the new galaxy.
  
  Mortals and Exalts of different stripes have all taken to this mission, each one wanting a bit of fame for the return back.
  
  The Supermassive Friendly Roc you have managed to find yourself on has been retrofitted to be able to fend off threats in space.   Your living quarters are cramped but there are the amenities you need, if only basic.
  
  The lights in your rooms go on as over the com system, Jenkins, the ship's navigator informs the residents that they are nearing the first stellar system.   Everyone can link up to the ships cams to see the White Dwarf star system in the distance.   Keen perception reveals it has a mere 4 worlds around it,  of which only 2 are solid.
  
  The ship switches over to sublight and begins its movement into the system.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: josienoms: The Herald of the Inevitable stands in her quarters, her arms folded behind her back as she watches the empty vastness of space go by on the screen.  The furthest from home she'd ever been, not that she could ever go back.  If leaving the confines of known space was necessary to escape from the Bishop and his minions, then so be it.  She'd return when she was strong enough.  When she was ready to challenge him at the seat of his power.
  
  She exits her quarters, walking down the hall towards the bridge.  Her heavy Soulsteel boots clank with every step, lending more terror to her appearance.  Not that anyone on board this ship had ever seen what she looked like beneath her hood and mask.  When she reaches the bridge, she simply pauses near the door, watching as the helmsman begins his descent.
  
   "What sort of atmosphere should we expect on each planet?" 
  
  Her voice is dry, raspy, and unsettling.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kell_tamer: The helmsman, a mortal who clearly had a bit of discomfort around the abyssal,  whether he knew it was because she was abyssal or because she's just intimidating remains to be seen.
     "Eer around a 30% oxygen, 65% Nitrogen 5% miscellaneous on the lovingly named NF1 and the other, NF4, will require a full suit.   It has no atmosphere and is a dead planet with a surface glacier covering about 70% of it.   only around the belt facing the dwarf does it become water.  Signs do indicate land underneath, but its just been so frozen over we can't get a good read on how deep beneath the ice it is."     He pauses and taps a few buttons on his screen.   "WE figure if we can get a few Exalts down there we could get a read on what all is in there.   Might even possibly place Atmospheric Anima Circuits down there to start a terraform." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ChaosArchon: As they hear voices, Myriad reactivates from its hibernation and listens to the conversation. On the screen in front of the helmsman a small line of text appears.   Hostiles likely? Any lifeforms detected?   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kell_tamer: The helmsman starts a bit when the text appears on his screen.    "&lt;Indigenous life on NF1 appears to be non sentient.  But those are simply preliminary surface scans.  no determining if they have underground societies like the planets around Autocthon&gt;" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tome: There is a meaty thunk from the air vents in the bridge, then another, accompanied by the screech of twisting metal. The vent buckles, then breaks as a woman of porcelain and dull silver metal is forcefully ejected from the duct. She smacks into the deck, rolling back on to her feet and dusting off her thick cargo trousers before glaring back at the vent. " Oh yeah!? Well frag you too buddy! " she screams at it, accompanied by an obscene hand gesture. One hand fishes a battered pack of ciggarettes out of a pocket, the other emits a small jet of flame with a flick. "  Fraggin' duct rats, no respect for a journalist  " London mutters, lighting up.
  
  Taking her first puff and looking up, she notices where she is for the first time with dull surprise. " Oh, hey " she greets nonchalantly, taking a long drag and brushing the remaining dust off her tank top. " What's up? ".
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Obscurejones: Cass grumbles and looks for a way to shut the lights back off in his tiny room.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: josienoms: The Herald pauses and thinks for a moment.
  
   "Hm.  Higher Oxygen content than Imperial Center, but nothing Exalted can't handle." 
  
  Before she could finish, a certain robot fell out of the ducts.
  
   "Cigarettes will kill you, you know." 
  
  A pause, then a laugh that sounds almost like a racking cough.
  
   "We're making our approach at the first planet we've come across." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: JonRG: Chana sits in the corner, casually stretching her limbs. She watches the others with considerable interest,  a curious sheen in her eyes.  "What's the climate like on this planet we're comin' up to?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kell_tamer: The helmsman taps a few icons and gets a read.   "63 Kelvin,   you guys will need suits...  Unless you'd rather a trip into  NF1 which looks like we will be posting a team in its tropical equatorial lines, one at its more temperate region near the axis.  Based on its severe lean however, it looks like it becomes somewhat icy around night.   pack something warm if you intend to camp."   A few more lines come up.
  
   "It looks like due to the way the planet leans, half the year it has an icecap on the magnetic north part of the axis, and half the year it has one on the south.     kind of neat if you ask me"   The helmsman grins clearly a little geeked by this.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: josienoms: The Herald isn't terribly interested in the science of the planets, but the information was undoubtedly useful.
  
   "Do we know what kinds of life there are?  I assume nothing sentient, and that there may be hostile predators.  Or territorial herbivores." 
  
  She pauses.
  
   "Never mind.  I'll have my Starcaster ready all the same.  And we'll see if they're compatible with Necromancy protocols." 
  
  Behind the mask, she wears a rictus grin on her lipless face.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: JonRG: "Cooooooooooold planet. Want me some coooooold planet,"  Chana calls out mid-stretch.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tome: "Weird ice cap tropical planet or stupid cold, slag burns easy planet" London ponders aloud, leaning over to peer at the screen. "Eh, I vote the one with the weird ice caps. More likely to be something worth talking about there".
  
  "Everyone's already seen a million vids of what happens when you try to light up in an oxygen rich atmosphere" she mutters as a dismissive aside.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: josienoms: "A little cold wouldn't bother me, but I doubt we'll find anything interesting there." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kell_tamer: After what seems like literally weeks  
   Spoiler 
  my bad
   
    you wind up hovering over NF4.   Techs are prepping the environment suits for the team going down.   Several devices for taking mineral and material samples are being loaded on board the shuttle.
  
  You have a bit of time before everything is ready to grab anything last minute you might need.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tome: London yawns absently, slouching her seat. "About time we got this show on the road" she mutters.