Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:06:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>It is a dark time in the Galaxy.<br><br>The Paddedbra Emperor Shaddap the Fifth, the Beige Lord of Emo, has decreed a new era of seriousness and sobriety thoughout his realm.&nbsp; From the seat of the Imperial Bureaucracy on Administratium, hordes of accountants have gone forth to preach the Proper Order.&nbsp; The Gardens of Naughtiness on planet Aphrodesiac are no more.&nbsp; Imperial might is brought to bear on any worlds inclined to frivolity or even dry sarcasm.<br><br>Worse, rumors abound that from the laboratories and workshops of the Imperial Tech Worlds, a vast doomsday engine of unparalleled might has arisen for those occasions when His Imperial Majesty might prove to be in a rare mood.<br><br>And nothing gets the Emperor in a rare mood like news of a recently discovered Pirate Haven...</strong></div><br>Out of the velvety blackness of space, not too far from a rocky little world with only a navigational designation instead of a proper name, the orange-tinged swirl of a hypergate pops open, followed by a dozen or so blunt-nosed, grey and beige Imperial Men-of-War, followed by a massive Siege Monitor.<br><br>Any minute now, the free pirate haven is going to detect the incoming fleet.&nbsp; But for now, the rascals and rapscallions who call it home are still going about their daily business, pursuing whatever business brought them here...
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:19:45</strong>
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				Most windows tend to shatter when someone gets tossed through them. This was such a regular occurrence in the bar called Mc'Vorskogs that the owner had fitted a semi permeable forcefield with overlaid holoprojection instead. It had been a bigger outlay, but the savings in glass had paid for it within 3 months.<br><br>The someone in question, a small saurian, bounced twice and came skidding to a halt at the feet of a pair of what passed for station security. It groaned once, tried to rise and collapsed back down. In the few seconds it took the holoprojection to re-stabilise, the security guards saw a large, red skinned individual, laughing uproariously as he proceeded to bowl over three other fighters with a table.<br><br>"Shouldn't we, er, do something Sarge?" asked the junior of the pair.<br><br>"Yup." replied the older, leaning back against the wall.<br><br>The younger one had started forwards then stopped again, gesturing towards the window. As if beckoned, another figure came crashing out through it, though being larger it didn't skid much more than half way across the street. The noise from inside continued unabated.<br><br>"Sarge?" enquired the younger of the two. "Captain ain't going to be happy when he hears about this. I mean, he's going to want to see arrests."<br><br>"Very true." replied the Sergeant. "We can start with these two." He gestured towards the unconscious figures on the ground. "Disturbing the peace. Littering. Vagrancy. Sleeping in the street like that. These two ..."<br><br>Another figured hurtled out the window, landing on the second.<br><br>"...three," continued the Sergeant without losing a beat, "Well, they're definite trouble makers, disturbing the patrons of that fine establishment there."<br><br>"How do we know who started it Sarge?" enquired the younger.<br><br>The Sergeant grunted and leaned down, scooping the saurian up by its crest. "In the spirit of helping us with our enquiries," he said to the unconscious figure, "I would like you to tell me if you and your friends there are innocent of starting that affray what is currently taking place?"<br><br>After a suitable period with no response forthcoming, he let them collapse back to the ground. "There you go. An innocent person would have said so. Since he refuses to answer, he doesn't want to incriminate himself, therefore he's guilty."<br><br>The younger one glanced at the three bodies, a deduction of logic working its way through his head.<br><br>"In addition ..." replied the Sergeant, "We get paid per criminal we bring in, and three criminals .."<br><br>Another body flew backwards into the street, crashing to the ground and rolling.<br><br>"Four criminals."<br><br>Crash<br><br>"Five criminals." He waited, just in case. "Five criminals mean more in your pay packet at the end of the week than one. Especially since that one is still standing and has gone to the bar for another round."<br><br>"Right you are Sergeant." replied the younger man.<br><br>"Good lad." replied the Sergeant. "Now, go and get the grav lifter before this lot start coming round."
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:12:50</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>BARRA</strong></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Mc’Vorkogs was supposed to be a place where spacers hung out and Barra really needed a spacer, well more to the point she needed a space ship to leave on. The bar was close to the space docks on this misbegotten fly speck of a gravel world, worst then the Barons estate on Boruim. <br>Barra stopped as she turned the corner, her blue eyes widening behind the shaded lenses of her glasses. <br><em>‘Great station security, figures… ‘</em><br><br>At that moment a figure flew, tumbling through the window to roll among the other 4 that laid there.<br><br>Her pointy ears perked as she heard;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Five criminals mean more in your pay packet at the end of the week than one. Especially since that one is still standing and has gone to the bar for another round."<br><br>"Right you are Sergeant." replied the younger man.<br><br>"Good lad." replied the Sergeant. "Now, go and get the grav lifter before this lot start coming round."</span><br><br>As the younger one hurried off she stepped to the door of the bar, as she heard the sarge’s intact of breath and start of a whistle. Pushing through trying to ignore the comment behind her, Barra ducked to the side by a table that had been overturned.<br><br>Her bikini blue silk clad bottom (and a very shapely bottom it was) twisted as her slipper clad feet made no sound. Her eyes quickly adjusting to the low light she slid more into the corner as the HUGE red skinned mostly naked barbarian tossed back another tankard while arguing and laughing at some other saurion, <em>‘probally a Bismutian…bismutias…whatever they were called it sure looked like one of those’</em> ran through her thoughts.<br><br>Barra settled down in the shadows looking over the bar wondering which of these patrons could be of use in getting her off this mudball.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:11:32</strong>
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				Captian Maroon Greyeye, Captain of the Goshawk, was seated at the bar slowly drinking a brew. She had to be careful with alcohol as it quickly effected her and made her-well- crazy.<br>The Goshawk had just arrived yesterday after a succesful run. She had sold her prize almost as soon as she docked. Some of it was being used to buy supplies while the rest was distributed among the crew. The crew would be given shore leave in shifts until supplies were loaded and some minor repairs made.<br>She had observed the fight but had no urge to join. She had however chipped in a bit toward buying the victor a pitcher of the house brew.<br>She scanned the room just in time to see the elf slink in and take a seat at the far wall.<br>"Mmmmmmm." She muttered. "She is a looker thats for sure. But the way she moves makes me think shy or spy."<br>That type of woman usually wasn't shy so...<br>Her hand ran down to the oblong tube that was her energy sword.<br>Was she being paranoid?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:29:06</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>The Ventarii wanderer entered the bar not knowing what to expect. After all, seeing some of its patrons tossed through the windows was somewhat daunting. However, he didn't dwell on the violence for even a moment.<br><br>Fellric walked along on his six legs to a seat, and then began walking on his two rear-limbs as he neared it. The young Ventarii man situated himself upon the seat while examining the atmosphere of the establishment. Inputting the information in a machine which sat on the table he inhabited, a unique beverage materialized from nothingness.<br><br>"Well, at least the replicators work." He muttered to himself as he turned to watch the red humanoid winning the fight.
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 03:39:35</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Barra</span></strong></span><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>The scent of blood mixed with various other odors, some Barra didn’t even want to think about. <br>She slipped from the chair in the back, as the some group at another table began singing some song, loud and off key. Moving with a fluid grace and trying to ignore the hands that seemed to find their way to her bottom, she moved toward the bar where the monkey like being sat.<br><br>She knew she cut a very interesting image in a place like this; her bikini was made from the finest Imperial silk and was almost translucent, her corset top was also made from the same silk as well as the finest leather. The slippers on her feet were custom made of silk and leather. Her movements spoke of allure and sensuality but also of a bit of danger.<br>The only out place things were the miss-matched daggers one strapped to each shapely grey skinned thigh.<br><br>Now most of the males would holler and drool as she moved past. The one that tried more she simply pushed back into his seat and before he even could say a word, the dagger from her right thigh as in her hand and the blade’s point an inch from his nose.<br><br>The fuzz ball had been eyeing her up and down since she had come in but it…err she matched the description of a captain she wanted to talk too.<br><br><br>So finally standing by the Cobaltain [cobolter? Coblater?], in a smooth alto voice she said,<br><br><em>“Are you Captain Maroon Grey Eye of the Goshawk?”</em><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:07:53</strong>
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				"That I am." said Maroon cautiously. "And who might you be?"<br>He tail stood up and was above her head. The tip was curled at the top making the tail seem like a question mark.<br>She had watched Barra as she had excited the males in the room by walking amonst them. Indeed Maroon found the performance rather scintellating herself. <br>&nbsp;Maroon was a bit too far from the the main' line to creat such excitment but then there were all sorts about and often things clicked.<br>The more often the better<br>Speaking of different type a being came in of a species she had never seen before. She tried to place it in her mind from what she had read and had no luck.<br>The being came in on four legs but stood up on two before seating itself.<br><em>Now that was impressive. Come to think of it this being was very impressive indeed. She thought</em><br>+++<br>She noiced the Bismutian's mug was empy and plucked a credit out of her belt bag and slid it toward the Bartender.<br>"Get the big guy a drink." she declared. then she refosed her attention on Barra.
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:31:56</strong>
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				<em><strong>Barra</strong></em><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>The dark elf does a slight curtsy and says, <br>“I am Barra An'ar Dalharil d' Ventash'ma Qu'ellar de’ Drostan&nbsp; but just call me Barra. I am from “Lead” and heard you might be headed that way and I have need of passage back home.”<br><br>This close the dark elf female oozed more than sensuality, there was the way eyes, behind the photo active lenses, seemed to dart around as if seeing everything, judging movements, distances… value.<br><br>Pulling out the other chair, Barra slid on to it, her left hand resting casually by a dagger hilt. “I don’t have a lot of creds but I do have a few skills that might be helpful to someone in your line of work”<br></span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 04:58:28</strong>
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				"Lead is&nbsp; a place I hear story's about. I want to keep my ship. So we would have to drop you off without landing if we could." said Maroon<br>"As a rule I don't take passengers but if you join the crew I can put you on board. My main fear is that you might provide others information about us." she continued.<br>"What kind of skills do you have?" she finished.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:00:23</strong>
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				Kira<em>chirp</em> the cave girl looked almost human, just a bit tall with powerful muscles that emphesised her femenine shape and proud bossom.&nbsp; They'd first found her on board after a merchent vessel had been deprived of some valuable crates of minerals and medicinal organics--the second of which they were only selling to the same buyer who tipped the pirates off after processing and lacing with addictive adatives.&nbsp; <br><br>She got aboard without being noticed 'til the crew reported a naked girl with golden tattoos was cleaning the lower decks a few days later.&nbsp; Over time, she took over the galley, learned their language by listening, and finally started talking and fighting beside them, wearing bikini of furred leather.&nbsp; She was nothing less than nice and appeasing save when someone tried to come between her and her (rapidly growing) baby dinosaur.&nbsp; <br><br>Today she had taken the dinosaur to a coralle and hired the place for it to run around and graze, and now bounced happily into the bar, spotted the captain, jumpped up and waved, bossom bouncing in, not her usual leopard halter, but a white lace bikini.&nbsp; (Seems she'd finaly discovered fabrics!)&nbsp; <br><br>Before calling out she seemed to notice the captain had company.&nbsp; She froze on the ground, proving how easily the tall girl could see the two across the crowd.&nbsp; She ignored the men calling for her to bounce more and her lips moved in silent and unabashed admiration.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't need to pull daggers to stop the men from offering more than a polite pinch as she crossed the bar, thouh, and those few bold enouh to do so she answered with a giggle and a light slap on the shoulder the way the waitresses did.&nbsp; you see, she had a <em>big</em> crate carried over one shoulder like it was nothing, and also a stone stalactite of a club across her back, sheathed on the fur pouch.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:10:14</strong>
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				<br>Absently Maroon saw the big cave girl waving at her.<br>She raised an armand waved back and then gestured the cook over.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:14:35</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Barra </strong> </span> <br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“Captain there is ways around landing, like paying a fee to have your ship declared off limits for any caper game. As for my skills, I was being trained to compete in the highest level of “Capers’ including being trained as a Blade dancer”</span></span><br><br>Her blue eyes narrow a bit as the big girl heads their way carry of all things a big crate on one shoulder. <br><br>“I suppose you would, in your terms, call me a …umm finder of things, even things that are locked up!”
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				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 05:19:48</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>Fellric noticed a beauteous female Dark Elf walking to another place in the bar. It inwardly incensed him how many of the males in the establishment touched her in an undeniably lustful manner.<br><br><em>"Damn idiots... They ought to keep their hands to themselves..."</em> He thought.<br><br>When the Dark Elf reached her destination, she began conversing with another unique alien woman. Focusing his three eyes on his drink, the Ventarii took sips from it as he eavesdropped on their conversation.<br><br>However, it was difficult for him not to overhear their interesting words. After all, his senses were terribly acute, and he was sitting nearby.<br><br><em>"Fascinating."</em> Was all Fellric thought within his Gryphon-like skull.<br><br>At this point, another female of extraterrestrial origin came into the bar, one dressed in a very appealing garb. Quite powerful and attractive, she towered over the other patrons in the bar, and he noticed the emotion of familiarity cross her features when she spotted the two females sitting a short distance away.<br><br><em>"So, this other woman knows one of those two others, or perhaps both?"</em> The young Ventarii man contemplated.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 06:56:09</strong>
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				The cave girl reached the other two then, carefully placed the crate down, and slipped onto the stool opposite her commander from the ebony beauty in blue bikini with beautiful sharpies.&nbsp; The captan was quite sexy to her eyes despite her fur.&nbsp; Where some other humanoids had issues with the full body pelt, the difrence between a pet and a companion was a matter of psychic perception to Kira-<em>chirp</em>.&nbsp; Besides, most of her pet-friends were of the scaled and feathered variety.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good things for the galley, captain.&nbsp; Spices and hot drinks for a long work shift and sweet treats to make us <em>purr</em> at the end and snuggle up for a happy night.&nbsp; Who is your pretty friend with the pretty sharpies?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 00:16:44</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Evy'la</span></strong><br><br>Evy'la stomped up to the table that the others were sitting around. "<strong>Captain, is it?</strong>" he boomed, thumping a large decanter of something bright green down in the centre of the table, and a handfull of almost matching goblets. A few flecks of the liquid splattered onto the table, and began to fizzle.<br><br>"<strong>Here, join me in a drink.</strong>" he said. "<strong>After all, a good fight gets the blood surging, doesn't it?</strong>" He glanced around at the others, pushing the goblets across the table to them, and pouring a generous measure of whatever was in the decanter into them. "<strong>Join me, all of you.</strong>" he said, grinning widely, and making no effort to disguise his appraising look.<br><br>"<strong>This is ...</strong>" he paused, looking for a label, but there was nothing handy. He gave a shrug and a grunt, upending the decanter and sending a generous measure down his throat. "<strong>Ah ....</strong>" he intoned as he came up for air. "<strong>Brandy from Unnil ... Unnil ... Unnilsomehwhere-or-other. I can never keep the planets of that damned cluster straight.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 07:08:22</strong>
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				"Ooh, ooh, ooh, yummy!" Kira<em>chirp</em> sing songed a few mometns latter, after several gasps, and while still flushing all the way down to her generous cleavage.&nbsp; "This will go great in my cream sauce!"&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at the brandy speculatvly, recepies and the lovers they might win her warring in her heart and head.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 05:23:53</strong>
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				There was the chime of bells, and the <em>creak</em> of the door's batwings being pushed open- Followed by the <em>click</em> of glossy, heeled boots, dulled ever-so-slightly by the dust that clung to *everything* on this planet. The bar was as lively- To put it mildly- as it ever was, though the newcomer *did* draw a few decidedly *appreciative* gazes...<br><br>Iella Sinclaire, lately of the Red Wings of Iodine, most recently of no squadron worth mentioning, crossed to the bar with a smooth, rolling stride, her lovely maintained- If a <em>little</em> threadbare uniform molding oh-so-sleekly to the gorgeous redhead's form; Given the sheer diversity of alien species in the wide, wonderful galaxy, it's odd to see how *often* Terran-bond derivatives turn up...And how popular they tend to be, species gap or no species gap. Slim fingers brushed stray strands of red hair back from her face, violet eyes ever-so-slightly glazed~<br><br>She'd been drinking, on-and-off, the *only* decent way to pass time on this planet, though the citrus alcohol shots this bar served was...fiery, to say the least. Sometimes, the only cure for a hangover was the hair of the dog that bit you...Iella slid into a convenient stool, her fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the counter, crossing her long, lissome legs with a dull <em>scrape</em> of black stockings- Gesturing wordlessly for a drink!<br><br>The redhead leaned back, the chair swaying beneath her, and closed her eyes for a moment, a long, *deep* sigh parting her full lips~ Well, this *was* a quandry. She was an excellent pilot, but without a <em>ship</em>...It didn't *look* like she'd be getting off the planet anytime soon, and it wasn't like she could <em>pay</em> for passage out, even on a tramp freighter! The brass handle of her blaster jabbed into her ribs as she shifted her weight, a cool breeze tugging at the pink hem of her microskirt- One of the few things she'd taken with her, in her journey into exile! Just as well, too- It looked like a rough crowd, tonight~
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				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 06:42:37</strong>
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				<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Barra<br>“Captain there is ways around landing, like paying a fee to have your ship declared off limits for any caper game. As for my skills, I was being trained to compete in the highest level of “Capers’ including being trained as a Blade dancer”<br><br>Her blue eyes narrow a bit as the big girl heads their way carry of all things a big crate on one shoulder.<br><br>“I suppose you would, in your terms, call me a …umm finder of things, even things that are locked up!”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well a sneak theif or spy is useful in finding information and we need that to gain things like shipping lists or even a recon on a raid at a small port or settlement. Lifting things that don't belong to us&nbsp; is a useful skill" <span class="bbc_u"><strong>said Maroon</strong></span>.<br>"I need people who can fight on deck or planetside. Kirachirp here is out cook and maid but she is good fighter when the time comes."<br>"Consider yourself hired."<br>She raised her voice a bit so others in the room could hear.<br><strong>"I am signing on new crew. I need people with special skills who can also fight on deck or on Land."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good things for the galley, captain.&nbsp; Spices and hot drinks for a long work shift and sweet treats to make us purr at the end and snuggle up for a happy night.&nbsp; Who is your pretty friend with the pretty sharpies?"&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This is Barra, I just hired her as member of the crew." said Maroon. "Good food go a long ways to making a happy crew." she said to Barra.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Evy'la stomped up to the table that the others were sitting around. "Captain, is it?" he boomed, thumping a large decanter of something bright green down in the centre of the table, and a handfull of almost matching goblets. A few flecks of the liquid splattered onto the table, and began to fizzle.<br><br>"Here, join me in a drink." he said. "After all, a good fight gets the blood surging, doesn't it?" He glanced around at the others, pushing the goblets across the table to them, and pouring a generous measure of whatever was in the decanter into them. "Join me, all of you." he said, grinning widely, and making no effort to disguise his appraising look.<br><br>"This is ..." he paused, looking for a label, but there was nothing handy. He gave a shrug and a grunt, upending the decanter and sending a generous measure down his throat. "Ah ...." he intoned as he came up for air. "Brandy from Unnil ... Unnil ... Unnilsomehwhere-or-other. I can never keep the planets of that damned cluster straight."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Thanks I will." said Maroon. "It was a good fight and it certainly did get my blood flowing even though I was just watching. You look like your fighting skills goes beyond the bar room."<br>she gave a long appraising look then picked up a full goblet and drank down in several gulps.<br>It burned on the way down.<br>She wiped her face with the back of her hand.<br>"Makes a nice warm feeling in the gut." she comment.<br><br>She looked about to see if anyone else was going to come over.<br>Her eye spotted the winged creature at the next table. She was impressed. Just by his appearance he'd scare most frieghter crews into submission.<br>"Will you join usgentle being?" she asked standing up.<br><br>That gave her a direct look at the door as the woman entered. She recogniszed the uniform immeadiatly. <br>Could it be true? A red Wing here? She looked down on her luck though. Why had she been expelled and why she she here and alive?<br>She needed another pilot!<br>"Kirachirp could I get you to go over to the redhead and ask her to join us?<br>She pointed the general direction.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:47:50</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Evy'la</strong></span><br><br>"<strong>It does that.</strong>" Evy'la replied, refilling Maroon's goblet, and tossing back another mouthfull himself, straight from the bottle. "<strong>Now, if you want someone that can I fight, I'm your man. If you can shoot it, hit someone with it, or fly it, I know just what to do with it.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>What sort of crew are you looking for? Are you planning a particular job, or just searching for talented individuals</strong>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 07:16:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Well Captain, I am not a spy. Though I can pick most any lock including the Imperial Red Grade electronic ones.<br>As for fighting, if need be I am a trained Blade dancer, which means with 2 daggers I slice and dice.<br><br>I dont pilot and havent been on too many ships. To get off this gravel pit conssider me signed , we can talk shares later!<br><br>Barra Nods to the cave girl and smiles and archs an eyebrow at the BIG red barbarian as he slammed a tankard down in front of them.<br><br>Sipping some brandy, Barra made sure to note everyone in the bar. Watching those that leered and those that seemed to take a bit too much interest.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 07:20:45</strong>
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				"<em>Aye aye</em>, captain."&nbsp; <br><br>Kira<em>chirp</em>'s Aye Aye was almost entirely tonal, more sung than enunciated.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a small sifter of the amazing brandy, the tall, blonde cave girl i white lace wove her way through the tables, dancing with pinches form those bold enough to flirt with a girl two meters tall.&nbsp; When she reached the red winged beauty, she bobbed a bow that tossed her curls ad offered the sifter.&nbsp; "Hallo, Pretty Wings.&nbsp; My captain sends this gift and asks if you will join us at the bar."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 11:22:51</strong>
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				"Hmmm~?" Iella's eyebrows rose, ever-so-slightly, a low, disbelieving chuckle in her throat; She'd just been *thinking* of a way offplanet, and then someone had oh-so-conveniently turned up- It seemed like a certain lucky star was shining down on her from above... <br><br>Her glass made a decisive <em>clink</em> as she knocked back her drink, the hem of her microskirt fluttering as she rose, pushing her stool back; Carefully accepting the snifter, her slim fingers brushing the other girl's for the briefest of instants. The rich smell of it- so different from the cheap brew she'd been downing, these past few days- brought a warmth to the lovely redhead's face, and a smile to her lips...<br><br>"I'll love to," she purred, violet eyes warm; "Lead on~?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 03:51:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54169.msg2533578#msg2533578">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 09-12-2009, 22:47:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Evy'la</strong></span><br><br>"<strong>It does that.</strong>" Evy'la replied, refilling Maroon's goblet, and tossing back another mouthfull himself, straight from the bottle. "<strong>Now, if you want someone that can I fight, I'm your man. If you can shoot it, hit someone with it, or fly it, I know just what to do with it.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>What sort of crew are you looking for? Are you planning a particular job, or just searching for talented individuals</strong>?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Yes I am looking for a skilled crew.Evy'la would you like to lead our boarding parties? I am skilled myself in that but I often will be using my fighter or simply maneuvering the ship." she replied.<br>"Indeed I need deck fighters in general." she said addressing Barra<br>"I also do need another pilot for my second fighter." she would say as Iella arrived at the table.<br>"Anyone know some who could act as first mate and help me pilot the ship?"<br>Throughout she kept her voice loud so any nearby tables would hear it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:02:57</strong>
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				A moment later, the ground trembles a little, and the sound of distant explosions rumbles through the air!&nbsp; Then Captain Maroon and Kirrachip see Mister Dimity, <em>Goshawk's</em> off-duty 'jack-of-all-stations', burst inside.<br><br>"Captain!&nbsp; Captain!&nbsp; The Impies are attacking!&nbsp; We've got to weigh anchor before it's too late!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 12:19:34</strong>
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				Kira<em>chirp</em> gave a coo like a contented dove at the touch of the winged beauties fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>"This way," she began, but before they could get far, the actio began.&nbsp; The blond closed her eyes and stretched out her heart to her friend grazing on the edge of town, then threw back her head and sang out a bell.&nbsp; <br><br>Her friend aswered, heard only by her own heart on account of the disance that seperated them, but he put his huge, bony head down, ran at the wall, and exploded out of it, tail high as he barreled towards the ship.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl's eyes opened and she saw the confusion of a crowd begining to lul about in panic all around them.&nbsp; Seeing that the red beauty couldn't spread her wngs in the crowd, she scooped her up around the waist and leapt high, getting them both into the rafters of the bar, from wence they could scramble over to the group.&nbsp; <br><br>Kira dropped down and grabbed her crate of goodies.&nbsp; "Need a new door, captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 03:18:15</strong>
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				"Anyone coming with me get your sabers and guns ready to go and follow me!" shouted Maroon." Lets all go!"<br>she drew her saber and moved toward the door.<br>Of course everyone in the crowded bar wanted to get out andthere was a stampeed.<br>"Damn" she exclaimed. "Anyone know if their is back door we might use?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 03:43:26</strong>
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				<em>"Aye, aye,"</em> Kira sang, siding the goodies down the bar.&nbsp; While the rest of the patrons were stampeding for the door at the front of the building, or perhaps around the bar to get out the back, she looked down the other side of the bar at the wall and found no more impediment to their egress than a simple wall.&nbsp; People she preferred not to hurt for no reason.&nbsp; Animals she had true empathy for and would never harm without permission to hunt them.&nbsp; <br><br>Walls, on the other hand...&nbsp; <br><br>The cave girl swung her stalactite club down into both arms and dropped into a low stance emulating her dinosaur friend.&nbsp; <br><br>Her bossom bounced from the force of her idrawing breath, then she let out her battle-ki'ya, which to those whod never heard a T-rexs roar was a credible imitation.&nbsp; To the men of her homeworld, it was every bit as cute as watching a kitten imitate a lion if a kitten were a desirable and perky young woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Here, it served to freeze half the bar in place while the other half yelped in panic, some of them keeping enough sense to charge the windows rather than trampling out the door.&nbsp; <br><br>Kira chirp fell forewards as she roared, legs pumping so that she never quite hit the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead, 222 pounds of girl-muscle and a comparable weight of stone club exploded through the wall and dropped to one knee a few paces later, bust heaving as she gasped for breath.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 20:33:14</strong>
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				The new hole in the wall reveals the square outside, which was full not only of piratical types running hither and yon, but also the beige-jacketed goons of Imperial might, parachuting down from cutters now hovering over the town!&nbsp; Getting back to <em>Goshawk</em> is going to involve a fight!<br><br>The longer you remain here, the more of them there are likely to be between here and the berth...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 00:42:54</strong>
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				The news of the upcoming attack was greeted by a roar of <strong>"WHAT?"</strong> from Evy'la, and smoke started to rise from his head. At the young woman bursting through the wall he turned to the Captain and remarked <strong>"I like her."</strong>, grinning broadly.<br><br>When he turned back to the hole he caught sight of the landing of the Imperial Legions. With a <em>whoosh</em> his entire head was wreathed in flame, and he charged through the hole, booming laughter filling the air, and a strange glow emanating from his fists. He leveled his hand at the nearest group of Imperials and roared <strong>"MINE!"</strong> as he charged them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:33:01</strong>
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				Iella swore colorfully- Though a smile danced on her lips, as she drew the slim, small, yet *thoroughly* lethal pistols from the concealed holsters at thigh and back! Her eyes widened as the *huge*, flaming creature literally *detonated* into the massed imperial ranks- Perched on the rafters as she was, it was the work of a moment to drop down, past the frenzied crowd...<br><br>"Aye-aye, Captain!" she enthused, with a charging hum as her weapons purred to life- Both blasters set to a disturbingly high setting. But the Imperials were armored, and they were big boys. They could take it.<br><br>(Rolling: 2d6 = 3, 6 <br>Using Sharpshooter (+2), and ex-Red Wing (+4) if applicable.) <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 04:38:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><strong>Barra</strong><br><br>Roll Result: Phaia rolled: 2d6, keeping 2 dice<br>Comment: <br>Result: 1, 5, <br>Total: 6<br>+4 Rogue, +2 acrobatics, +1 chained blade dancer [if needed]<br><br>Barra eyes widen and then she is moving, a leap onto the bar. Quick almost dance steps to the end then she curls and spins out through the big hole in the wall. A run, then a leap onto a the back of the constable’s cart, a spin that took her up to balance on the edge of a roof and&nbsp; then she swirled and leapt at a descending Jack Boot, a long bladed dagger in each hand. Spinning and tumbling in the air as her blades slice and dice around a parachuted Imperial trooper.<br><br>“I AM NOT GOING BACK!; Usstan TLUN NAUT ALUIN RATH!!!!”<br><br>Leaving the Trooper hanging there with blood dripping, she lands nimbly and runs after the Captain, her dagger darting out to dice any Trooper that gets close.<br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 22:24:05</strong>
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				<strong>Evy'la</strong><br><br>Evy'la was in his element. Charging towards the first knot of apparently organised Imperials he let out a roar of laughter that shook the air around him, the flames that engulfed his head having now spread over his entire body. His hands rose, batting away the blaster fire that came towards him, and he collided with the Imperials like an avalanche, or a similar natural disaster of unstopable force. Most of those at least had the decency not to laugh at you as you were crushed.<br><br>Bodies flew into the air like bowling pins, scattering the squad from their defensive position. One had the misfortune to come back down within arms reach of Evy'la, and was promptly snatched out of the air, spun in place, and launched like a rather unhappy surface to air missile at another descending trooper.<br><br>Three more swings, and one kick that would be ruled a foul in any civilised competition saw Evy'la standing alone amidst a handfull of Imperials who were attempting to groan quietly enough that his attention wouldn't be attracted again. He turned and saw which way the Captain was heading (or trying to, given the thickening crowd).<br><br>With another <strong>"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"</strong> of laughter he surged forwards, arms windmilling and bodies flying into the air as he opened a path for his new crewmates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 07:47:13</strong>
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				She had been first out of the breach armed with her energy saber. It was far more effective then a gun though only at short range. It could punch through most body armor that stop a beam.<br>She had her pistol but didn't draw it. Sometimes you coud get a good shot in but Maroon preferred her rapier.<br>Test Roll: bishrook rolled: 2d6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 2, 6,<br>Total: 8<br>add2 for ten.<br>The imperials were fighting others so for the most part she was ableto avoid many battles but she slowed her speed. She didn't want to lose the others. So she took her time using that tome to kill from the rear where she could. Once however two of the imperials blocked the way.<br>She took the first one by surprise but the second was of sterner stuff.<br>He slapped her thrust away and aimed a kick at her knees. <br>She managed to pull back just in time.<br>She then barely met his own thrust in time.<br>He was better then she was but he was wight down by armor.<br>She ducked and rolled. As she rolled she felt his blade scratch against her armor. She sprang up and thrust as he was turning to meet her.<br>Her point went through his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 03:03:11</strong>
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				Brawling, blasting, and generally bashing anything beige in their way, the motly assembly (lead, in part, by the redoubtable Mister Dimity) manage to make their way back to Goshawk's berth.&nbsp; There, you find that the crew, resplendent in their crimson corsets, are making to cast off with all due haste.<br><br>"Permission to depart this gods-forsaken pile of pre-rubble, Captain," the man throws Maroon a stiff salute, surprisingly formal under the circumstances...<br><br>For not too far away, several Imperial frigates can be seen descending toward the city!&nbsp; Perhaps getting out of here is a good idea.&nbsp; Certainly other pirates have the same idea, as other starships are lifting elsewhere.&nbsp; Unfortunately, they're also drawing fire!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 08:18:05</strong>
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				"Permission granted and greatly desired number one." says Marron.<br>"We need fighters to go up ahead of us. Pilots to the the fighters. Iella I am not going up take command." she yelled.<br>She wanted to go to her own but the ship needed her skills."<br>"Gun crews go to combat status." she ordered.<br>"Evy'la, I like you to command the boarding-anti boarding force?"<br>"Barra you are detached status. Use your skills to aid the anti-boarding force.&nbsp; You supple acrobatics should make you invaluable to flank the Impies if they board."<br>She continued to shout orders as the ship began to lift off.<br>edited for some spelling mistakes
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 01:12:49</strong>
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				<strong>Evy'la</strong><br><br><strong>"Certainly, Captain."</strong> replied Evy'la. <strong>"Which one do you intend for us to board first? I expect their flagship will have the highest ranking officers, and if we want prisoners, that's the place to start."</strong><br><br>He glanced around at the others. <strong>"Or did you intend to lure some onto this ship? It will save the effort of going to theirs, but junior officers rarely have any real information of use.</strong> he continued.<br><br>((Roll Result: hairyheretic rolled: 2d6<br>Result: 5, 5,: Total: 10<br><br>And I'd guess probably a +4 from my fortes.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 21:22:58</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Barra</strong><br><br>Nodding, the sexy dark elf from Lead, tossed a small pack through some doors on the ship, then took a moment and looked the Goshawk over. her right eyebrow arched as she looked over at the Captain.<br><br>"You came in on this, you are braver then I thought!" &nbsp;[sorry could not help the star wars reference] <br><br>Leaping to grab a ready spot, so she could be in position to repel boarders. Barra's eyes carefully judged wind, angles and distance as she readied her self to help repel boarders or even to board if needed.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 04:56:19</strong>
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				"I think I'll try to out run them first Evy'la but I don't think I can. When the time comes we just half to hope we can choose a weaker target."<br>Watching her officers move to carry out their orders Maroon moved to the wheel.<br>"I'll take her up, Helmsman." she said.<br>The helms man didn't look happy but moved aside qwuickly. He stood nearby ready to take over again.<br>Maroon fired the engines and took off in a roar.<br>The surface of the planet dwindled. The sleek ship sliced through the atmosphere at high speed.<br>The engines were operating nicely she thought.<br>The helmsman could of taken off but in the maneuvering ahead when they reached the blockade line she wanted to be ready.<br>&nbsp;Gun fired Attack 6+4(mod)=10<br>&nbsp;Speed, armor and evasive manuvers Defense 6+4+6(mod)=16.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:09:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>&nbsp; Barra</strong><br><br><br>Seeing the scurrying red Corseted crew [and frankly she must speak to the captian since males in corsets just did not look right], Barra gracefully spun pass several of the crew to drop into a gunner's seat. Not Realizing from this one seat she could control all the various guns on the ship , she dropped the colorful crosshairs onto a ship. One she kinda thought was an Emmpy but at this range they all looked alot a like.<br><br>Her fingers caressed the trigger and a mighty <br><br>&nbsp; <strong> <em>"KAaa BOOOOOOMMMmmm"</em>&nbsp; </strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>shook the ship<br><br>Roll Result: Phaia rolled: 2d6, keeping 2 dice<br>Comment: <br>Result: 2, 5, <br>Total: 7<br><br>{gun fire attack mod? +10}&nbsp; Total 17?</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 15:19:59</strong>
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				Goshawk rises like a rocket, zipping past smaller Cutters and clouds and defense balloons as she goes!&nbsp; One frigate manages to get into position to fire at her, but the angle is poor (for them) and the shots fly past without coming close enough.<br><br>(<em>Frigate Attack of 13 &lt; Goshawk Defense of 16</em>)<br><br>The same cannot be said of the frigate, as Barra's unskilled example spurs the Red Corset Brigade to better effort on their own behalf...and the few shots fired in passing prove to be good.<br><br>(<em>Goshawk Attack of 10 &gt; Frigate Defense of 6.&nbsp; They rolled poorly.</em>)<br><br>The frigate swiftly falls behind, slowed by the damage, and Goshawk has a free shot at one of the alternate gates out of this system!<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Captain Maroon</span></strong><br><br>Looking back for a moment, Maroon feels her heart sink as an all-too familiar sight meets her eyes.&nbsp; No, not the destruction of another port, nor even an Imperial attack.&nbsp; Worse: the dread form of Tiger Lily, the personal warship of the Dread Space Pirate Yuki-yuki, is likewise free and clear of port and running for another gate!&nbsp; No telling what that damn fuzzball is going to do next...<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Evy'la</span></strong><br><br>Standing by to repel any boarders, and perhaps disappointed that none have arrived to meet his righteous fury, the enthusiastic brawler gets a good look at the huge monitor behind the massed frigates: it's Behemoth.<br><br>He's seen that thing in action before, or something like it, in the Absurdium campaign some years back.&nbsp; Behemoth is the reason that there's now just an asteroid belt where Absurdium once was.&nbsp; If there was any doubt that the Empire was kidding around, it vanishes from his mind at the sight of the massive bombard!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 22:52:15</strong>
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				She stepped back from the helm.<br>"Prepare us to go through the t-9 gate." she told the Helmsman. <br>"Thank you all!" she announced to the crew. "We have enough speed that barring that they having a gaurd on either side of this gate we are free and clear. But I still want everyone on alert just in case they do,"<br>"Evy'la, take the time to get to know your force. You might think about how you want to drill them. "<br>"Barra, report to me after you've done a quick inspection of the gun pits. Until further notice I am designating you gunnery officer."<br>"Pilots stay with your craft until we are through the gate."<br>"When we are through I want all my officers to report to me on the quarterdeck."<br>She kept a close eye on the situation near and around the gate. It didn't look like the Imps had left anything but one couldn't count on that and-then- who knows what the situation was on the other side of the gate.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 02:13:26</strong>
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				<strong>Evy'la</strong><br><br>Evy'la nodded, half absently, to the Captains orders, still staring at the ship down there. <strong>"I hope you didn't leave anyone or anything important back there.</strong> he said, turning towards Maroon, and gesturing towards the leviathan behind them. <strong>"That has the capability to turn an entire planet into so much floating debris."</strong><br><br>He gave shrug before continuing. <strong>"There probably won't be enough resistance below to make that necessary, but the fact it's there shows that the Imperials mean business. They might just blow the place up anyway, as a lesson."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 16:54:01</strong>
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				By all appearances, the Imps have made no effort at all to blockade most of the twenty-something outbound gates...whether they were sloppy or they want survivors to escape and spread word is anyone's guess.<br><br>Behind <em>Goshawk</em>, just as she starts the transition through the gate, the Planetary Bombard fires!&nbsp; Just as well that the sudden blur of vague colored streaks on velvet violet-black otherspace replaces the sight of whatever that was going to do to Fort Royale.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 03:24:38</strong>
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				Maroon set aside any reaction to the cataclysm until she was sure that their wasn't any threat in the vicinity.<br>"Helmsman set course for the gate to Beta Iodine. I want to be as possible form the imperials."<br>She named off officers and potential officers asking them to come to her on quarterdeck for a conference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 16:13:12</strong>
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				"Aye-aye, Cap'n.&nbsp; Course to Beta Iodine, charted and set."&nbsp; Mister Dimity took the wheel and nodded to her, looking somewhat worse for wear.&nbsp; As she walked away, she could hear him grumbling imprecations about the Imperials, the color beige, and aprons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 20:01:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54169.msg2607599#msg2607599">Quote from: MadPanda on 05-01-2010, 03:03:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Brawling, blasting, and generally bashing anything beige in their way, the motly assembly (lead, in part, by the redoubtable Mister Dimity) manage to make their way back to Goshawk's berth.&nbsp; There, you find that the crew, resplendent in their crimson corsets, are making to cast off with all due haste.<br><br>"Permission to depart this gods-forsaken pile of pre-rubble, Captain," the man throws Maroon a stiff salute, surprisingly formal under the circumstances...<br><br>For not too far away, several Imperial frigates can be seen descending toward the city!&nbsp; Perhaps getting out of here is a good idea.&nbsp; Certainly other pirates have the same idea, as other starships are lifting elsewhere.&nbsp; Unfortunately, they're also drawing fire!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kira twittered in dismay at all the pain all around her.&nbsp; Her blood was up.&nbsp; Normally, she dealt with her empathy by resorting to levels of violence that didn't touch her soul at other times.&nbsp; Her club, however, was far to heavy a weapon for even she to wield one handed.&nbsp; She might have tried her luck with the blaster as she ran, but one hand clutched her precious club, stone harvested and polished and shaped lovingly to her hands 'til with it she was the match of modern weaponry gurus, and with the other the food she'd spent so long lovingly acquiring.&nbsp; <br><br>On one occasion, she managed to bring down a paratrooper with a dramatic series of leaps that ended with her cannonballing through his open shoot and leaving him to plummet to the cement before she hit another roof, but besides that the fight to the ship was a matter of saving the food.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 06:27:57</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>The Ventarii man's day had been extremely chaotic, to say the least.<br><br>When the Imperial soldiers invaded the bar with the intent to capture its seedy patrons, he had no other option but to use his strength and quick-thinking to escape. After seeing a way out which came in the form of the cavewoman-like female obliterating a wall, he quickly fled for safety.<br><br>It seemed the best choice to evade capture was to go with the pirate-group, thus he shadowed the crew to their ship. In any event, he heard the captain announce her interest in getting new crewmembers, and he was sure he could offer something to help.<br><br>Right before the pirate vessel Goshawk departed, Fellric swiftly and subtly came aboard. However, it was no easy feat. Quite so, he had to utilize a sharp burst of nimbleness and speed to catch a footing on the ship!<br><br>"Damn it, I'm a xenobiologist, not an athlete!" He spoke in agitation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 09:01:43</strong>
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				As the biologist cursed, the ship lurched up into the atmosphere and jerked away from him.&nbsp; For all his claims to the contrary, not many xenobiolgoists were athlete enough to catch the edge of the closing hatch as they fell.&nbsp; <br><br>A moment latter the deeply tanned blond was there in a crouch, grabbing him by the wrists and heaving him back onto the ship.&nbsp; Mere humanoid weight was not usualy an issue for Kira<em>chirp</em>, but strength can only do so much wihtout leverage, and her galant rescue wound up with the winged man pulled back into the ship, then both of them toppling to the deck with the fuzzy one atop her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 09:37:43</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>Fellric was certain he was going to die when he felt his grip on the hatch slip away. However, his despair quickly vanished, getting replaced by surprised relief; that cavewoman who he spotted earlier in the bar had a firm grasp on his wrists!<br><br>The next thing he knew, he was within the safe confines of the Goshawk, and he was laying atop his rescuer in a rather suggestive position.<br><br>The Ventarii man focused his eyes into the ones of the cavewoman. Upon realizing how uncomfortable she might have felt, he immediately stood up. Never one to behave rudely, he offered her a hand.<br><br>"Thank you, my dear girl. Let me help you, please?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 10:16:55</strong>
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				The blonde's eyes were a rich pine green in the dim light as she smiled with kiss-me lips the collor of cinnamon.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; She accepted his hand and gave a cooing noise, like a dove, as she stood.&nbsp; Then she smiled into his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did the captain have a job for you?&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe you can help me in&nbsp; the galley?&nbsp; Many edible treasures to stow."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 10:32:54</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>The winged alien man was at a temporary loss of words; the cavegirl was clearly an alluring sight to behold. Regaining his composure, he went on to explain his presence.<br><br>"I suppose I wouldn't mind helping you with that... Actually, I could speak with your captain about being the Goshawk's medical officer."<br><br>At this moment, Fellric realized that he was still holding her hand, so he softly let go of it. He also realized that he didn't know her name.<br><br>"What's your name? I think it's only right to exchange, seeing as you saved me. Mine's Fellric Zhin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 11:14:45</strong>
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				She grinned, "Happy is this one to meet you, Felric Zhin."&nbsp; Then she beckoned him deeper into the ship, pausing only to put a sizeable crate over one shoulder, and lead him to the galley where she began to stow away her many treats.&nbsp; <br><br>"The wisest animal in my father's cave was the acheartryx Kiza.&nbsp; The day i was born, my father's wives let my father in and my mother in, and she showed me too him.&nbsp; He shared his breath with me, and cudded me close, and told mother i would be strong.&nbsp; She said it was a good blessing, and a good wish.&nbsp; My sister said i was beautiful.&nbsp; The other wives cooed over me and said i was healthy.&nbsp; Then she showed me to her feathered friend ad he asked what my name was, just like this.&nbsp; <em>chirp</em>"&nbsp; The chirp was a curious note from a quizical song.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mother replied, 'I didn't know 'til now, but she just told me.&nbsp; Her name is Kira<em>chirp</em>."&nbsp; <br><br>The ship's engines strained as the battle began.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 11:45:38</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>"Intriguing story... In any event, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Was his respectful reply. He then began assisting Kira<em>chirp</em> with stowing the crates into storage. Fortunately, the gravity on the Goshawk was less than what he was used to, making the task effortless.<br><br>Grabbing a crate and lifting it into a compartment, Fellric noticed the pirate ship's stability was somewhat uneasy. "As soon as we're done, we should speak to your captain about my job as doctor on the ship. After all, I'm a xenobiologist."<br><br>With much strength, the duo finished storing the various foods, and the Ventarii gestured to the main corridor.<br><br>"Lead the way, Kira, my dear." He said with a kind smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 12:05:51</strong>
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				The smiling girl suddenly went pale with a short, sharp gasp followed by a mewl of pain.&nbsp; <br><br>"I...&nbsp; I think they need to fight."<br><br>She whimered softly, then jerked her gun off of her beld and hurled it across the room.&nbsp; "I hate these things!&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Why do you shoot them?&nbsp; You're not at war with them!&nbsp; You don't eat them, you think meat comes from a market!&nbsp; You don't..." her next gasp was a high moan of agony, and she spun away from him to slam her fist into the wall so hard it rang.&nbsp; "You can't!" the cave girl screamed.&nbsp; <br><br>"What kind of monster are you?&nbsp; That's a planet!&nbsp; You can't just sink your claws into it and rip!&nbsp; That's a planet, not a rabit, you can't just rip it apart like that!"&nbsp; <br><br>She gasped in great chest heaving sobs, then looked back at him as the ship thrummed with the smooth flow of systems gliding through hyperspace.&nbsp; <br><br>"What kind of monster is he?&nbsp; That was a planet."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 12:30:26</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>Fellric was bewildered and alarmed at Kira<em>chirp</em>'s volatile display of despair. Immediately, his calm and concern kicked in, as did his knowledgeable medical intuition.<br><br>"Kira, what do you mean? The planet we were on is...gone?" The xenobiologist quickly stepped beside her comfortingly. <em>"This girl... Kira has heightened stress of one who has empathic abilities..."</em> He thought, making a mental note.<br><br>Unsure about what to do, Fellric gently embraced the distraught cavegirl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 12:38:55</strong>
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				"I don't know," she moaned.&nbsp; "They hurt Her terribly.&nbsp; Great and horrible wounds, gouging through stone and living fire.&nbsp; What kills a planet?&nbsp; They tore Her apart!"&nbsp; <br><br>She whimpered then flexed her right hand gingerly.&nbsp; "Ow."&nbsp; She held up the hand, flexed it a few times, nodded.&nbsp; "Not broken.&nbsp; Could you get the blue and gold tea tin while I chill this?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 13:05:48</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>"Yes, of course I will. Hold on..." Was all Fellric said before he went to search for the tin container. After a very short time of shuffling items on the shelves, he found the tea and returned to Kira's side.<br><br>The cavegirl was in the process of washing off her hand with cool synthesized water from a nearby sink. Standing next to her, he set the tea-can on a counter and then proceeded to carefully caress her aforementioned hand.<br><br>Of course, the Ventarii wasn't doing this in an inappropriate manner. He was examining the hurt appendage, as well as trying to soothe it.<br><br>"You're very lucky you didn't break this..." Fellric spoke softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 15:16:44</strong>
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				Wide, shining eyes met the griffonic man's.&nbsp; A smile lit her strained features, widening 'til she showed straight white teeth, then she giggled.&nbsp; "Thank you, Felric.&nbsp; I'll be okay.&nbsp; Let me get this tea made and we can go meet the captian."&nbsp; <br><br>She cautiously brewed up the tea in a few difrent pots at a few difrent strengths and sweetnesses.&nbsp; When the captain called them, she ballanced the tea service on a huge tray, and when the others joined them, though her eyes were still a bit puffy, she greeted each with a soothing herbal tea.&nbsp; Too those she'd known before, it was made to their tastes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 00:51:26</strong>
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				<strong>Evy'la</strong><br><br>Evy'la gave a small sound of disappointment as it looked like the Imperials would get away this time, his flames beginning to die down to a dull smoulder. He followed along behind the Captain as she led the way to wherever she was going to hold her meeting, muttering something choice, illegal in seventeen star systems, and physiologically impossible for most species.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 18:18:54</strong>
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				"Find a seat everyone." Maroon said. "First Iwant to thank you allfor the effort during our flight. The gunnery was excellent Barra. I was impressed by your fighting skills everyone especially yours Evy'la. You did well in getting the boarding crew together. Kirachirp next time I want a hole in the wall I am coming to you."<br>"Who is your friend by the way?(<strong>points to Fellric)</strong> I remember seeing him in the bar but not during the retreat and flight?"<br>(insert introductions and appointment to doctors position here later)<br>"What I have asked you here for is that the crew needs to help me make adecision. Any of you new people also deserve to know what you are in for."<br>"Our first problem is the Behemoth. While it is not a direct danger to us it's going to discorage the kinds of ports we've used in the past to fense our goods, take on supplies and undergo repairs. WE're going to have to figure out where to go and how to operate." Maroon told them.<br>"I see several possibilities here. First we could use the inumerable small stations for supply and light repairs while selling by arrangement out of port. I've done this before when things were hot but it cuts our margins becuase selling out of port means the buyer can charge a higher price for their service. Second we could head out toward the rim of the Empire where the Empires reach is limited. We would be able to dind ports there but repair facilities might bea problem. The pickings of ships would be smaller as well though we could engage in planetary raids out there. The third alternative would be to set up a base around some dim red dwarf or even a brown dwarf building it by using our prizes as raw material. They would cost of course in terms of prize money but would keep us whwere there are prizes to win."<br>"I won't talk about targets for the moment first we have to figure out where we will operate. So how do you all evaluate these options? Do you have alternate choices you would like to suggest?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 14:16:18</strong>
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				<strong>Evy'la</strong><br><br><strong>"There might be another possibility."</strong> mused Evy'la. <strong>"We find some half forgotten Imperial outpost and .. take it under new management."</strong> He grinned across the table at the others. <strong>"If the Imperials discover what we've done, and go to take it back, well, we won't have lost anything, and can blow it behind us."</strong><br><br><strong>"A hypothetical little situation we ran one time ... purely as an exercise, you understand."</strong> His grin implied it could have been nothing of the sort. <strong>"There's an Imperial mothball facility in the Erbium system. It's where they send ships to keep them out of the way til they get around to upgrading them ... and with the last few rounds of budget cuts, those ships are getting more and more obselete. No use to a Navy that prides itself on the biggest and finest ships it can fly. But very useful to, shall we say, smaller operators. Those who are used to dealing with less state of the art technology."</strong><br><br>He looked around the table again. <strong>"Hypothetically speaking ... we take some small Imp ship, pack it with a good crew of boarders, then bluff our way onto the station. They shouldn't have much more than a caretaker crew. We jam their communications, stop them calling for help, over run the base, and then take as much as we can that isn't nailed down. If they happen to have one of those old carriers they retired 10 or 20 years back, well, there's a mobile base right there."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 14:08:38</strong>
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				Kira<em>chirp</em> furrowed her brow, trying to follow it all, and sipped her tea when the captain was done.&nbsp; <br><br>After a moment's silence, she spoke up, "Captain, it's still strange to me the way things work in this jungle.&nbsp; To me, pirates are just a roving pack of predators, neither afraid to steal a kill 'nor so stupid as to hurt the prey so much that there is no more meat.&nbsp; This is natural.&nbsp; Until today i thought the emperor was like that, only vastly bigger and stronger.&nbsp; Now I see he is different, strange, and wrong.&nbsp; Foolish like a child playing hunter, but too powerful for his mother to turn over his knee.&nbsp; He is rabid.&nbsp; Someone has to destroy him.&nbsp; <br><br>"You taught me once that to pirate a church was inappropriate, not because it harmed a god but because it broke rules of engagement that protected all parties. <br><br>"As we left that world, the emperor harmed a god."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 05:23:59</strong>
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				"That is a good plan <strong>Evy'la</strong>. It is a good source of loot and might solve at least partly our basing problem. If in addition to a carrier we could stockpile some spare parts to stash away it would at least save maintenance problems." said Maroon.<br>+++<br>Stealing from temples is qurenteed to stir the natives." said Maroon to <strong>Kirachip</strong>. "Killing whole planets can intimadate but also can make people angry and desperate. Desperate people are dangerous both to the Empire and to us of course. There will be many planets who seek toaid the the rebels secretly and others that will curry to the Emperor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 22:50:55</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>When the captain of the Goshawk pointed to Fellric, the Ventarii himself knew that it was time for his introduction. He gave a respectful bow from his avian head.<br><br>"My name is Fellric Zhin, ma'am. I'm a wandering physician from the conquered planet of Cerium... I narrowly escaped capture by the imperial forces in that fight back there, thanks to Kira<em>chirp</em>. I have much medical knowledge at my disposal, and I am willing to use it all as this ship's medical officer, if you would find me suitable for the job."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 06:22:04</strong>
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				Maroon gave her own bow. "Greetings <strong>Fellric Zhin</strong> and welcome to the Goshawk."<br>"Doctors are hard to find." she said. "Ones that have practiced outside their own species even more so. How are your skills in treating many species?"<br>"And Oh Yes- how good a fighter are you? Do you have other skills aside from your main competence?"<br>+++<br>"<strong>Evy'la</strong> When we are finished here we will examine the charts to plot a course to the station and select some sites we can pick up food and fuel on the way. "<br>+++<br><strong>Kirachip</strong> could you do an inventory of food, air and water?"<br>+++<br>"Anyone else that has comments or suggestion please make them." he adressed them all.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DraconVentarii</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 02:44:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Fellric Zhin</span></strong><br><br>"My skills for treating patients of numerous species are quite, quite good. I wouldn't be much of a xeno-biologist if I wasn't familiar with alien life-forms." Fellric smiled in good spirits.<br><br>"Also, I'd say that I'm a fair fighter, too." He finished.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 08:50:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah" said Maroon. "A doctor, an xeno-biologist and a fair fighter!"<br>Our last doctor started his career in a barber shop or so he claimed. He got in the way of a blaster shop in our last fight. I do not know the state of his clinic and we didnot have time to lay on supplies for it. Next time we port better have a list of what you think you need."<br>He turned to the others.<br>"Would the rest of like to join Evy'la and I in poring over maps in the planning of our next mission?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 01:02:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Evy'la</strong><br><br><strong>"Well be needing more than maps."</strong> added Evy'la, probably somewhat unnecessarily. He raised a hand and began ticking things off on his fingers. <br><br><strong>"An Imperial ship. Something small enough not to look a threat, but large enough to carry a good boarding crew. Someone who knows how to sound like an Imperial, because they'd never believe it of me. Having up to date Imperial com codes would help as well."</strong><br><br>He looked around at the others. <strong>"Am I forgetting anything?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lets see." said Maroon looking at her charts. "Radium would be place to go I think. Provided they are still intact they take prizes from anyone. They might be as they aren't an easy target. Getting a small Imperial ship should be no problem. Lets hope though the cost isn't too high." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 05:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kirachip check our supplies and then cook some diiner. I had a bowl of kifcorn at the bar for my last meal but forst show Fellric Zhin the way to the infirmary."<br>"Evy'la llok through the crew for someone to impersonate an Imperial officer."<br><br>"We are setting sail for Radium." she announced.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 19:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The course thus charted, <em>Goshawk</em> proceeded...<br><br>The first problem, of course, was that using jump gates, one did not simply navigate from, say, Lead to Gold.&nbsp; One needed to travel from Lead to a system with a gate that would lead to a system with a gate that would lead to Gold.&nbsp; Thus, leaping from the remains of a Pirate Haven to Radium was a tangled pattern across the sea of stars!<br><br>This left plenty of time for deciding upon an impersonator for any given Imperial officer!&nbsp; The good news being that any human would do, so long as they could act as though they had no sense of humor and looked comfortable in beige.&nbsp; The bad news was that the available pool of volunteers was a bit smaller than hoped.<br><br>(TBU)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 07:33:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54169.msg2785610#msg2785610">Quote from: Bishrook aka Fate sisters on 27-02-2010, 05:46:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Kirachip check our supplies and then cook some diiner. I had a bowl of kifcorn at the bar for my last meal but forst show Fellric Zhin the way to the infirmary."<br>"Evy'la llok through the crew for someone to impersonate an Imperial officer."<br><br>"We are setting sail for Radium." she announced.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Aye-aye, Captain," Kira sing songed and set to work on the appointed task, tallying carfuly and being more careful with the new language and style of notation she was writing the report in.&nbsp; Her native language was a fairly intuitive series of pictograms that varied heavily from region to region.&nbsp; She always felt nervous with a standardized written language.&nbsp; Of course, all manner of alien langueges were teribly artificial.&nbsp; <br><br>Once she had the report ready, she she worked out a meal with a salad course and a pasta with meat and cream sauce course and a spicy cheese bread course and a fruit and cream cake course.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:18:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Days later, Radium glistened off the port bow.&nbsp; Mister Dimity, having been volunteered for the dubious honor of pretending to be an Imperial officer, plucked at his beige dress tunic and fusses yet again.<br><br>"Walk me through this madcap scheme one more time," he grumbled.&nbsp; "Just to make sure, you understand, that I don't flub a knot or misplace a spar in the course of this."<br><br>As Goshawk rounded the world, though, something seemed amiss...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They had entered the Radium system without incident and established the Goshawk in orbit around the planet. She was eager to disembark, get business done and breath some fresh air even if the tempature below was quite hot.<br>Still breathable though and that was better then canned air.<br>The station was on the other side of the planet and Maroon increased the speed of their orbit and took the wheel herself. There were always a great number of ships near any port station and some maneuvers might be necessary.<br>Pirate captain +4<br>Vehicular +2<br>Die roll 3<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 00:36:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain, acting as Sailing Master, spotted the trouble almost at once: the outpost's approaches had been mined!&nbsp; And as if that wasn't enough, there was a pair of Imperial cutters in-system...shoddy and ill-prepared, by the look of them, but cutters nonetheless, performing escort duty for the few ships making transit in or out.&nbsp; Radium was clearly not as popular a way-station as it had been the last time Maroon had been through here...<br><br>"That," Mister Dimity said dryly, "would seem to qualify as a slight complication."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 02:57:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The question was if they had to fight or could they run.<br>"All hands prepare to fight!" she bellowed.<br>She had a sudden thought.<br>"Evy'la, would one of those cutters do?"<br>Concentrate the fighters on one cutter and take the other.<br>She tried to weight on the odds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 03:26:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"It's a bit on the puny side, but I suppose it might."</strong> he replied, grinning at the prospect of a fight, and already starting to smolder. <strong>"Can you get me aboard it?</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 05:51:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just you?" she asked. "My starfighter holds two. Otherwise we will need to get them to try to board us."<br>the key in any case was to make it come out of the minefield to engage them. Would they do that.<br>Only one way to find out.<br>"Turn around and begin to move away but slowly." he told the Helmsman.<br>"Prepare all three fighters."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Either works for me."</strong> replied Evy'la. <strong>"Or at worst, load me into a torpedo and fire me at them."</strong> He let rip with a bass laugh that echoed around the room. <strong>"I suppose I could always leave you a few. It's bad manners not to share, or so I was told."</strong> He paused for a moment. <strong>"I'm not sure if that applies to Imperials mind you."</strong> he added hopefully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 19:57:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two cutters move to cover the only safe route through the minefield, but as yet take no hostile action--they do not spring to it, but move casually, as if they've beccome used to escorting arriving vessels.<br><br>Thus, any boarding action on one will be complicated by possible fire from the other.&nbsp; Whoever's in charge over there is at least competent enough to know what they're doing!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Space Opera! Voyages of the Goshawk (Main Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bishrook aka Fate sisters</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 04:31:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have as I see it four choices. We could just go in and buy supplies and fuel and then leave and head toward someplace else. We could just leave. We could attack one while distracting the other. We could attack both." said Maroon aloud.<br>She wasn't so much seeking advise as thinking aloud.<br>"We'dhave to be lucky- very lucky- to take them both. Even just one of them might be a risky deal and we can't really afford to take too much damage since we don't know where they is place willing to repair us."<br>"Going into the station might get us impounded and the Empire taking our ship. The presence of a mine field indicates this port may really be closed.<br>Leaving will arouse their suspicions but if they give chase then we can perhaps still capture something."<br>She had earlier moved theship away from the planet. For the moment she would just continue to do that.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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