[Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread
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				Title: <strong>[Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>29-03-2018, 17:15:02</strong>
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				This thread is for roleplaying out ship scenes during travel times that aren't specifically relevant to the main plot but might be interesting for character development or any minor non-plot related scene if someone wants to explore a particular planet (going shopping, seeing the sights, etc). It is also for history posts if a person has a desire to write out a mini-story alone or roleplay out a scene that happened during a term e.g. roleplaying out a connection with another character, NPC, or what have you.<br><br>Please pay attention to the Tagging, Locations, and Times in this thread as they will be important considering the wide range of activities and locations that might occur here. Contact me if you need an NPC to play against and we can discuss what you need during a scene if it's required.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: (Tagging) <a href="#" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img width=200]Link to your character avatar if you have one[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Time (if Needed):[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>03-04-2018, 04:37:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/43e6/f/2017/233/0/a/bobnude1_600x900_by_whiskypaint-dbktecc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Max</strong><br><strong>Location:Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B</strong><br><strong>Station Time:15:39</strong><br><strong>Tagging: "Greg"</strong><br><hr>Recruit Maxine McKenzie of the Jone Port Authority slipped into the loading back, her standard issue slug throwing pistol gripped tightly in both hands. All the evidence pointed that there was _something_ big in here, one of the largest privately owned docks in the station. Months of painstaking research on a case she was told she should ignore. Her heart pumped furiously in her chest as she realised how many different ways that what she was doing right now was purest insanity. If she was wrong, she'd be cashiered, her career over practically before it started, if she was right she was charging headlong into a stronghold of the worst kind of criminals on her own, with a pistol that probably couldn't peirce her own compact armour. A dark blue lightly plated uniform, the toughest armour she could requisition by calling in every favour hid what few feminine features she had, her helmet hiding her hair and leaving only a smooth freckled face showing, a chinstrap holding it in place.<br><br>The bay guards had been dispatched with a quick call to the local fast food, she felt somewhat proud of that deception, the guards having carried in spoils to share with their friends and allowing her the oppertunity to ingress. If she could gather enough evidence and get back out again this could be a success and she could come back with the weight of a heavy response team behind her. Assuming again she was right, she mused as she pressed herself up against one of the cargo containers, keeping a keen ear out for company and eyeing the locking mechanism.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>03-04-2018, 05:57:49</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Name: Grendel<br>Location: Lost in Memory...<br>Time: Timeless recollection...<br>Tagging: Anyone</strong><br><hr><br>The lounge was quiet, for once, and there was a comfortable chair in the corner.&nbsp; Assembling a collection of local and mild narcotics, Grendel indulged and then began to remember...<br><br>...Captain Ripli was mildly surprised but tried not to show it.&nbsp; The Zhodani interrogation room was decorated like a pleasant office.&nbsp; The chair she was in was suprisingly comfortable.<br><br>The doors opened and a Zhodani woman walked in.&nbsp; Ripli hated herself for finding the newcomer attractive despite herself.<br><br><strong>"I won't talk."</strong> Ripli said.<br><br>The woman smiled,&nbsp; <em>~You won't need to...~</em> said the 'words' now in Ripli's <em>mind</em>...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">1. Hi, everyone, this is my first post and I am glad to share the nostalgia of Traveller again with some new companions.<br>2. I usually add OOC comments to the end of my post where needed.&nbsp; Let me know if this is annoying.<br>3. Grendel is in a lounge somewhere unspecified so they can be very close to anyone else if tagged.&nbsp; The lounge can be a starport lounge or our ship's lounge as required.&nbsp; Once established in time and space, the location and tagging tags will be more precise.<br>4. What is going <em>on </em>in this post?&nbsp; &nbsp;I am playing a little with the mind-bending possibilities of psionics.&nbsp; In the Imperium, heirlooms are things and titles.&nbsp; In the Zhodani Consulate, heirlooms are <em>memories</em>.&nbsp; Grendel is remembering by proxy how two of their parents met, a gift of memory from those self-same parents.<br>5. But the trance-state is light and Grendel can be awakened by a friend or a nearby happening.&nbsp; I assume they also some kind of cell-phone equivalent.<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2018, 06:14:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br>Privately owned or not, the docks are far from a quiet place. The low thrum of diverse processors and maintenance systems provides a background noise that overrides all but the loudest sounds unless they're close by.<br><br>...Which makes the whirring, lurching clang of a robotic stevedore placing a shipping container near the end of the row noticeable to Max, but not terribly out of place. The automated forklift certainly wouldn't have been audible too much further into the maze of similar stacked pods. <br><br>The robot ignores Max. Having ungracefully discharged its load, it rolls back across the yellow-barred line which marks the edge of the private dockside, and then stops right where it had been when she moved past it earlier.<br><br>Right where that same shipping pod had been, too. Somebody had programmed the simple bot to move the container across the lines and...just dump it? And whoever did it hadn't bothered to even program the stevedore to make sure that the shifted cargo pod was aligned with the others nearby.<br><br>Not subtle at all. Definitely nowhere near as sneaky as the folks Max is looking for. The only thing at all subtle about it is that the loading gates of the container are pointed directly away from the closest security camera and straight into the path she'd been about to use to sneak closer to her goal.<br><br>This isn't smuggling; it's stupidity. That, or ridiculous, outrageous overconfidence that more intensive measures are unnecessary.<br><br>The pod's loading gate is unlocked, and even as Max stares at it, the locking bars shift and rattle...<br><br>Somebody, or something, is inside that box and is about to come out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>03-04-2018, 07:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/43e6/f/2017/233/0/a/bobnude1_600x900_by_whiskypaint-dbktecc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Max</strong><br><strong>Location:Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B</strong><br><strong>Station Time:15:41</strong><br><strong>Tagging: "Greg"</strong><br><hr>'Fuck'<br>Max mentally cursed, a new delivery would mean that someone would almost certainly be out to inspect it. She was eyeing the surroundings, looking for a place that she might hide, perhaps to view the inspection from afar when she noted the rattling from the insides, swallowing hard, as her mind raced, checking possiblities, it'd be an extravagent way to kill her if she'd been spotted to deploy a crate with some form of security inside. Slaves alive inside the crate... She'd dimly entertained the posiblities in her grimmest moments but these were like to come out. A third party perhaps? Now of all times? That seemed almost absurd. <br><br>None the less, her consideration had cost her, she had her fall back plan to enact by the time it opened and could consider little else. Adjusting her shield, marking her as a member of the station police force, she spread her legs into a firing position and raised her gun, taking a deep breath as she tried to steady nerves that caused her right leg to shake. Fucking adrenaline.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 03:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gohature Medical and Research Facilty<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> 8 Years Ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chraenta Grendel Ripli<br><hr><br>His rounding shift over, Elijah nervously watched the door. He was currently downloading research and data files to his small computer, and encrypting the data. Not technically illegal or wrong, but he wanted his data, and that of his colleagues preserved for his continued use should he find himself without the means to keep working. The Imperium's Medical and Research Database was huge, with more information than anyone could possibly ever use, and he was convinced at least half of it had never been used or followed up on, and like his own research, there were very good and very beneficial lines of research out there. His own research into improved surgical and treatment procedures would end up narrowing the gap for costs, allowing those with less means, to afford more treatment, thereby improving their lives, and he'd discovered that had received blowback from his more government oriented colleagues.<br><br>Data done transferring, he turned his device off and shoved it under his clothes in his workout bag. <br><br>His terminal in the lab blinked, and he received a report awaiting confirmation, that he'd have to file. It was typical of a potential research project or individual for study.<br><br>He opened the file. <br><br>Subject: Chraenta Grendel Ripli<br>Tested for Psionic Activity, confirmed. Subject would be good fit for Project Aura.<br><br><em>Project Aura?</em> he thought to himself. He'd not heard of that. He typed it in, and it came up. Top Secret, yet he had clearance. He was surprised to find his name attached. Scanning it, he became angrier and angrier as he read. Genetic modification, pacification, elimination of targets that would not be successful with the treatment, it went on and on. It was, in essence, a program to erase the genetic makeup of those with Psionic abilities, rendering them impotent, or worse. <br><br>He went back to Chraenta Grendel Ripli's chart. It hadn't been seen by anyone else yet, since it was a routine entry. He edited it to indicate that the subject was indeed, not a psion, and would not be a good candidate for the program. He then edited her data, and filed the report. He couldn't in good conscience condone the use of science and medicine for such activities. He was a physician, and a very good one, with a reputation for selflessly treating anyone, regardless of race, gender, creed, orientaition, social class, or any other identifying mark. He fired off a secure and encrypted message to the individual to steer clear of certain places, to avoid attracting attention. It was a longshot that they would hear or respond, but he wasn't going to let this pass, people were in danger. He went back to Project Aura, and noted that his review and comments were requested, he was being asked to work on it. The nerve. He fired off his thoughts after reading through the study and making notes. Once done, he headed home, taking his gym bag with him.<br><br>TWO DAYS LATER<br><br>A couple of surgeries and his day was done. He was heading back to the office, where he changed, and cleaned up.<br><br>The door opened and it was the Chief of Staff, also an official Imperial Bureaucrat as well. <br><br>'Elijah, Elijah, Elijah, what am I going to do with you? How long have we known each other?' he asked.<br><br>'Ten years or so' Elijah responded. <br><br>'And how many times have I told you to leave your idealistic beliefs and moral crusading out of work?' <br><br>'Not going to change who I am. Science is not some sort of toy or weapon. I'm a healer, the science should be treated as the gift of life that it is' Elijah added.<br><br>'Well, what I am going to do with you, is refuse any further promotions for you. You've been stripped of your research grants, and likely your position here. Since you have a performance review next month, you likely don't have a job anymore either. The Imperium is very disappointed with you criticizing their plans for Project Aura. Very angry as well. Psions are dangerous and here you are espousing protecting them like citizens. You have killed your career Elijah, this will follow you everywhere you go. How much money and education has the Imperium put into you Elijah? They are disappointed in your harsh words about their genetic research. My suggestion is to find another career. Have your desk cleared out by the end of the day. Here's your severance. Be glad you got it' he said, and turned and left.<br><br>All he'd ever known was helping the citizens of the Imperium. Now he'd have to find another way. He felt the eyes on him as he left. Apparently he was close to being a traitor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>09-04-2018, 03:44:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br>With a final clang and ping, the cargo pod's retaining bar spins sideways and the doors gape wide, revealing...<br><br>Oh, that's a lot of guns. And heavily armored Vargr. And for a few frozen heartbeats, all of them are pointed straight at Max. Certainly the noise level of the loading dock hasn't changed, but in the moment, things feel strangely silent until one of the shorter canid forms near the front reaches over and slowly but firmly pushes down the barrel of the rifle her companion has trained on you. <br><br>It's a pretty obvious signal, and the others take it as such. Almost immediately, the aimpoints of all those weapons shift. Past you, in some cases. Others shift to cover other approaches as the wolf-creatures flow with predatory grace out of the container. <br><br>That leaves the short one looking straight at you, but at least the bullpup grenade launcher she's carrying is aimed at the deck. The white-furred Vargr isn't wearing a helmet (most of them aren't, despite their otherwise heavily-armored appearance). There are a couple of quiet, articulate growling comments from the group spreading out, and the short one's ears twitch.<br><br>"Kenzy bragged Port Authority to being bribed off him. Lied again, ay?" The alien's tone is <em>almost</em> pleasant, but it's showing a <em>lot</em> of teeth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 02:31:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/43e6/f/2017/233/0/a/bobnude1_600x900_by_whiskypaint-dbktecc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:</strong>15:41<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>"Greg"<br><hr><br>The doors opened and Max found herself facing what could only be described as death. She froze, a gnawing terror in the pit of her stomach that made her glad much after the fact that she had voided her bladder before the operation. She swallowed, her gun not wavering, though it dipped a fraction as the guns were moved away from her, and a sense of relief washed over her as she realised that whoever these Vargr were, they weren't her enemy today. When the lead spoke however, she had very interesting news indeed. Max answered, still wary and still nervous, though her own gun, practically a peashooter by comparison with what was around her lowered a fraction further.<br><br>"Max McKenzie, er,&nbsp; Recruit Jone Port Authority... State your buisness."<br><br>It sounded lame even as her demand left her lips- but she needed a moment to think and while they laughed or joked at her request, she might just have that minute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 06:43:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br>As the other Vargr move with almost military coordination to take up stations, the short, white-furred one advances in a lazy, almost insouciant stroll. She ambles not directly towards the Port policewoman, but a point beside her or past her. Ghrreigh keeps her own shotgun aimed at the floor as she shifts it to cradle it casually in the crook of her right arm, but her other hand rises, reaching out just above the level of Max's pistol.<br><br>She doesn't grab for it, she doesn't touch it, but well before she steps in reach, she makes the same 'lower it' gesture that she had previously to her...Packmate?<br><br>"Business, eh? We visiting just friends, no?" Because friends sneak around with military-grade assault shotguns and the safeties off. And friends smile, for just a fraction of a second, with all those teeth bared in a fashion that any Earth-canine would recognize as 'prelude to unleashing Hell.' <br><br>"Paying respects due, we." The canine alien's eyes narrow. "Heard paid you, Authority. Didn't stay paid?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 14:36:35</strong>
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				Max does not turn to track the Vargr woman with her gun, but neither does she lower it when the gesture is given, she had some pride in the badge she was wearing though was well aware that she was now in the middle of the absolute grandest of clusterfucks. Heart hammering, even as her mind began to clear and her thinking slowly returned to her.<br><br>"No... We can't be having that."<br>She swallowed hard, trying to quash her fears that had only grown as the alien had mentioned her own force was on the take.<br>"I appreciate you giving me an out, but this is not something I turn and walk away from. Personally I've been paid nothing and if you say that Kenzy has been paying off members of the JPA... That is an extremely serious accusation. I'm going to guess that there will be evidence somewhere of that... And I appreciate you bringing that to my attention... If it's your intention on starting a full on gang war in <strong>my</strong> loading bay though- I can't stand for that."<br><br>She would say, injecting some steel into her voice that she didn't feel.<br><br>"You could win a fight in a gang war, or if I find my evidence a much stronger and lasting blow could be dealt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 16:51:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://Link to your character avatar if you have one)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Captain's Log Entry #1<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge and Dining<br><strong>Time:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Theme Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/pFlT8CtZSYg</div></div><br>The viewscreen is filled with the sight of the front of the Starfinder bridge. Thick yellow clouds part and are torn aside as the ship tears through the air. Yellow parts and turns to black, sparkling lights of stars twinkling in the infinite black while a bright yellow star shines large off on the left side of the ship in the distance.<br><br>"Ohhhh it's... Can you believe it!?" And excited feminine voice with a very faint rasp rings out in the audio, gasps of delighted wonder at the exclamation following. The image swirls as the camera lifts from its perch and spins around, facing a young looking female face with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a light grey jumpsuit, a few stains on the arm that could be seen, and a broad smile on her face as she stared into the camera with her brown eyes shining bright and open. "It's so pretty isn't it mom?" She spoke into the camera, spinning it around to face the starfield again.<br><br>"I told you I'd see it for you someday. I'm actually in space! With real stars!" She practically squealed, setting the camera down followed by the sounds of some worked controls. The ship tilts and moves away, the yellow star moving out of view as the ship began to move on coarse with a steady speed through the dark on its voyage to who knows where. "Can you believe it though? My own ship. I wish you could see it..." She says with a wistful slightly melancholy lilt to her voice at the end.<br><br>The camera view tilts again as it is grabbed, swirling about to face the hatch out of the bridge. "Well, lemme show you around a little at least. It's not much yet but I'm going to get a crew of my own and explore just like in the stories. I'm only doing some mining now, I know yeah, get off the world known for it and into space and its the first thing I do right. Still, it's not on planet and I'm going to get a crew and passengers and make you proud."<br><br>The view heads into the crew dining area, a bare metal table in the center of it where she sat it down facing her with a little lopsided grin on her face. "I know it's not a great place yet but I'm going to get a table cloth for it to liven it up a bit." Her stomach rumbles suddenly with a loud gurgle, drawing a light embarrassed flush to her cheeks. "Eh, heh. Well maybe I'll give you the tour later. I'm going to get some food. My first meal in space. Well, this is Chloe signing off. I'm supposed to do that or start things with 'Captains Log' now aren't I? Well, anyway, food time. Talk to you later mom."<br><br>The log ends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2018, 22:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br><br>The Vargr tongue-lolls a moment, but continues around and past the gun when it doesn't track her. She glances at one of the others, who makes a quick vertical circle with his open paw, then lifts a single claw.<br><br>"We? Afeahylhtow in back pocket, got?" The Vargr smiles again, but she's tense and getting tenser.<br><br>"Not here official accusation to make. Not war either. But you difficulty making."<br><br>Ghrreigh dips an ear and leans in close enough to almost sound conspiratorial. "'War' only if time to shoot back is given. You down things very much slowing. What evidence needing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 01:56:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/43e6/f/2017/233/0/a/bobnude1_600x900_by_whiskypaint-dbktecc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:</strong>15:41<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>"Greg"<br><hr><br>The Vargr was tense, Max was starting to pick up on that, Max was most likely as big a spanner in the works of their plans as they were of hers. She paused thinking.<br>"I can't condone straight up murder either... There will be documents, ledgers... bribery situations like this the briber always keeps a tally, so they can blackmail the cop if they should get a conscience."<br>Max explained, thinking through a plan herself.<br>"This... Cannot turn into a blood bath. You understand me? If you want this group dealt with, and the cops that give them free reign put away- No murders."<br>Of course if cops were on the take, and her corpse turned up here- well, she'd be quietly forgotten. That... Didn't bear thinking of though, she had to hope that the Vargr was as skittish of bringing down the law as she seemed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 23:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br>"Bad damn time accountant cop to get," the Vargr grumbles. She hooks a claw at one of the other canid aliens, who comes over. There's a brief exchange of snarls and growls that sounds remarkably like it's about to turn into a fight, then the taller Vargr moves off, loping towards the cargo bot that's placidly ignoring its surroundings.<br><br>"Naval law, what know? Piracy to degrees and degrees, understand distinction between armed robbery, shakedown, ship-thieving, and actual use of force?"<br><br>The other Vargr are looking uncertain, irritated, and (if Terran canid behavior is any basis) angry/hostile. There's a slowly growing exchange of growls, snaps and snarls which Ghrreigh participates in only when it gets too sharp or loud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 02:52:24</strong>
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				Max would wait patiently during the barks and snarls, she was talking to the boss and the boss at least seemed inclined to not kill her. So long as she held her own confidence, even if she didn't feel it. She'd be okay.<br><br>"I understand that without evidence of a crime... I've got nothing."<br><br>She'd pause considering her options and the seeming stale mate. It'd be bending the rules to hell and back but it'd technically be within her authority as an idea slowly dawns on her.<br><br>"If... Law abiding citizens however, duly deputised... Were aiding me however... You would be authorised to return fire. Return fire only mark my words. Primary goal would have to be evidence."<br><br>If she found nothing she'd catch royal hell on this. Max had to simply pray that the corruption didn't go right to the top, this was going to either ruin her or make her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 03:47:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:40</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br>"Evidence..." Does the Vargr's grin widen a bit, or does it just get tighter? She calls something to the others, who seem to settle down a bit, but the tension is still high.<br><br>"Hypthetically to be this imagining," She wets her lips with her pink tonguetip. "There a ship is. Freighter. Not important, very. Sometimes courier cargo runs. High value."<br><br>"This hypothetical ship," the Vargr gazes down the row of crates, growls at something, and begins talking more quickly. "Hypothetical. Pays small reasonable repeatable fee one 'pirate' to not, not, not it attacking. 'Insurance,' yes? And this pirate mentions to other pirates, 'No attack this ship.' Imagine sometimes working, this is."<br><br>"Now imagine ship has paid 'insurance.' An unrelated pirate, territory expanding, they to this 'insured' ship come, and do not offer quarter to cargo drop, do not offer time for crew to abandon. No, this unrelated pirate takes ship and takes crew. Fast and nasty. This pirate <em>slaver</em> is. 'Insuring' pirate slaver <em>not</em> is. Slavers business bad trouble is."<br><br>The Vargr reaches out and pokes you, as if trying to hammer home a point. "'Insurer' look weak, is making. Means other, ah, sources of income 'insurer' not trust. Maybe means 'insurance' they not pay. Means 'insurer' may be forced to actually be shooty instead of nice, polite dockside pay-in-advance stable relationship having."<br><br>She leans close, stretches up, staring straight into Max's eyes. "You me are following, yes? 'Insurer' cannot let slaver get away. Slaves qualifying for evidence to be?" She growls softly, "And 'deputized citizens' not questions get asked??"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 05:45:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/43e6/f/2017/233/0/a/bobnude1_600x900_by_whiskypaint-dbktecc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:</strong>15:40<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>"Greg"<br><hr><br>Max strokes at her chin gritting her teeth, her gun lowering further. This... Was fucked up. On multiple levels. On the plus side, if they were slavers the cops on the payroll of this gang would be nailed to the wall, and it was likely fewer questions would be asked.<br>"Ugh. Right look, that is... Messed up. If... If it's true I can't guarentee no questions would be asked, and a lot of other cops are going to look at this little askew... But like I said, with no evidence, you wouldn't be held. Just- for the love of God, don't mention any hypotheticals to other police, it doesn't protect you as much as you think it does. Do you think you could lead me to evidence before this hits the fan?"<br><br><br>Slaves. Blood and ashes, she had known something was up but had been expecting drugs or weapons or something. She paused and any uncertainty in her body language fled. This couldn't stand.<br><br>"... I lead the way, we try this sneaky, if that fails, I offer them a chance to surrender. If it hits the fan... Weapons free. Agreed?"<br><br>If it hits the fan. Ha. Max grew the ghost of a smile and offered a hand towards 'Greg'
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 04:50:31</strong>
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				<strong><em>Grendel remembers...</em></strong><br><br>The Zhodani mind-whore bowed to Elli Ripli, <strong>"We are done here.&nbsp; I am sorry for the necessary intrusion."<br><br></strong>Elli spat out the words, <strong>"I would have killed you or died first."</strong>&nbsp; But it hadn't mattered, the interrogator had simply read her mind aloud to the recording machine as if she had been taking dictation.&nbsp; What did honor or duty matter if her secrets could simply be read from her restrained body.<br><strong><br>"I <em>know</em>.&nbsp; I'm glad you could not do either."</strong>&nbsp; The woman was in the sliding doorway, about to leave.<br><br><strong>"I will have my revenge."</strong> Ellie said, feeling impotent hatred.<br><br>Incredibly, the other woman staggered as if she had been hit.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"You <em>have</em>."</strong> </span>She whispered through welling tears as the doors closed between them.&nbsp; Elli stared at the mute doors, not understanding.&nbsp; She wouldn't understand for some time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 05:12:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gohature Medical and Research Facilty<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Sometime Ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chraenta Grendel Ripli<br><hr><br>He wasn't sure how many days it had been. Weeks maybe. He'd left, his former position gone, his colleagues all told to forget him and to disregard his research and his name. They'd paid him well, but that was little consolation. Many of his colleagues would trade their pride and morals for a chance to work on projects and research that were questionable at best, sadistic and cruel at the worst. That was not him.<br><br>He'd boarded a few ships, and made a few jumps to get the distance he needed.<br><br>He'd lost track of where he'd gone, but he'd managed to send out several encrypted messages to those he'd stricken from the records, hoping to save them from torture and death, or worse. He'd disembarked, and wasn't entirely sure where he was, or what he was going to do next. The planet was much like his homeworld though, lots of plants and trees. <br><br>He stopped in a restaurant, to get a meal and a drink and to start to figure out what to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 05:29:51</strong>
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				<strong><em>Grendel remembers...</em></strong><br><br>The War ended, as all wars do eventually.&nbsp; The Imperium 'won' more than the other polities, if won was the right word, as it always did.&nbsp; Ripli had not been blamed for the secrets that won the Zhodani an Imperial battle squadron.&nbsp; What was one minor battle to the enemy in a war the Imperium won?&nbsp; And no one could stand up to psionic interrogation for long.<br><br>Since the Imperium would not blame her for the massacre, Ripli blamed herself.&nbsp; It was the door chime that found her sleeping among empty bottles on a planet that barely qualified as an X-boat station.&nbsp; She stumbled for the rusted doors, ready to take out some frustrations on whoever disturbed her at this ungodly hour of the local day.<br><br>The door opened to reveal <em>her</em>.&nbsp; The Emperor Strephon himself would have been less surprising.&nbsp; It took a few seconds for the surprised Ripli to come up with a response.&nbsp; The blow took the Zhodani witch to the ground.&nbsp; <strong>"Didn't see that coming, did you, Interrogator."<br></strong><br>She was choking back tears but not offering the slightest defense, <strong>"Yes, I did."<br></strong><br>Ripli beat her to death.&nbsp; Or would have but the mind-slut's awareness healed her.&nbsp; So Ripli beat her again and the Zhodani healed again but more slowly and haltingly.&nbsp; <em>This is more pleasing</em>, Ripli thought, <em>I can kill her several times over.&nbsp; That is, it I don't get exhausted by the sheer effort of it before she no longer has the psionic strength to heal.<br></em><br>When the blood-soaked lump was trying to stitch its bones back together, Ripli was bandaging her knuckles and wondering why her powerful enemy didn't resist.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll leave it to you.&nbsp; I can beat you to death, shoot you or turn you into the authorizes.&nbsp; You might prefer my mercies to the Imperium's."<br></strong><br><strong>"You won't do any of that."</strong> the mouth said, dribbling out blood.&nbsp; "<strong>I was <em>in </em>you.&nbsp; I spent a lifetime of memory with you.&nbsp; I know you better than a brother or lover."</strong>&nbsp; Some more choking and then, <strong>"I love you and you love me.&nbsp; You just don't know it yet."<br></strong><br>Maddened that the teep had mistaken her traitorous sexual attraction for true love, Ripli cradled the other's woman's bloody neck, ready to break it a precise way.&nbsp; <strong>"You are lying or just plain wrong and about to find out just how much."<br><br></strong><strong>"One of us is."</strong> said the lips, her larynx not squeezed as it should have been by a detached pro.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 05:58:32</strong>
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				<strong><em>Grendel remembers...</em></strong><br><br>The Sword Worlds had been a good place for the couple, not quite Imperial and not quite Zhodani.&nbsp; They had then joined a polyamorous cluster.&nbsp; Carriepr's telepathy had made the joining easier for Elli.&nbsp; A beautiful beach on Garn was where they had all <em>joined</em>, bodies and minds.<br><br>It was why, a decade-and-a-half later, they had taken Chraenta to share with her the beach and its memories.&nbsp; But the adolescent was standoffish and getting more so everyday.&nbsp; Elli tried to guess why.&nbsp; It wasn't the nudity of the beachgoers, years of living among telepaths and clairvoyants had destroyed that taboo for Elli and never established it in the first place for Chraenta.<br><strong><br>"What's troubling you, child?"</strong><br><strong>"The boys and the girls, I don't fit in."</strong>&nbsp; Chraenta pointed to her slight and ambiguous genitalia.<br>Elli sighed.&nbsp; This was an old argument.&nbsp; Carriepr sent comfort, in <em>words </em>it was <strong>"We made you adaptable, free to choose your mental and psychic self."<br></strong><strong>"You made me a <em>freak!!"</em></strong>&nbsp; Chraenta ran off, soon far enough to block one of her mother's sensing.<br>Carriepr hugged her first of spouses, <strong>"Don't worry, Ellie, she will grow into her uniqueness."<br></strong>But Elli Ripli said, <strong>"I hope so."</strong>&nbsp; So far, parenting seemed to be endless and unfathomable choices, each ready to damage your child with no warning and recourse.&nbsp; Psychic powers didn't seem to help.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I hope so."</strong></span>&nbsp; But she couldn't hide her doubts from her first of wives...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 06:12:20</strong>
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				<strong>The Doc's Past</strong><br><br>It was quiet. He'd stumbled in last night. It was cheap. On this world it was a five star accommodation. Where he'd been used to working and doing his research, it wasn't even fit to be a closet. He didn't care right now. For the first time since Eli had left Gohature he felt safe and out of the way. None would look for him here, he was fairly certain this place never crossed their minds. He pulled the laptop out, and for the first time in weeks turned it on. He'd disabled the connection that would connect it to any networks, for now it was a glorified tablet for documents and such. <br><br>The hostel was non-descript, the other residents kept to themselves. He'd not shaved for a week or two, and aside from losing a couple of pounds from not eating as well, was doing good. He had a bed, clean water, and could bathe. Good enough for him while he decided what to do next. He'd offered his services here and there to stay busy and have purpose, but today, he was going to go over some of the files that had angered him, looking into just what the project entailed. He'd managed to download the entire Imperial Medical protocols and research database, as well as the complete medical and pharmaceutical databases that managed care and protocols in all public and private hospitals, including military facilities. At worst, it was a complete encyclopedia od medical knowledge, at best, it was proof that he'd made the right decision.<br><br>He didn't know how long he'd been reading when something got his attention.<br><br>He couldn't see anything, but odd, he could feel it. Like he should know what it was, but he wasn't sure.<br><br>Eli looked around to see if anyone was watching him, or if anything unusual had happened when he wasn't paying attention.<br><br>He felt something that he believed he should know. Absently, he scrolled through the files while looking around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 06:39:54</strong>
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				Grendel remembers...<br><br>The Driftwood cluster, named after a beach on Garn, showed concern and eagerness on all of its component's faces.&nbsp; The cluster was spread all over the planet and was present at least on monitor screens if not physically present in the clinic.<br><br>The technician read the request forms one more time to be sure and then spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"So as to be sure, you wish this child to be constructed by seperate chromosones from each of you, psychic potential boosted and a gender of..." </strong>he looked at a reference screen <strong>"...<em>gethen</em>."<br></strong><br>All the faces of the cluster nodded, a few more quickly than the others.<br><strong><br>"It is quite possible.&nbsp; But <em>youall </em>(the tech had to remember the correct pronoun for the cluster) must understand, this procedure is not condoned in the greater Imperium.&nbsp; Should this become a later problem, we won't have any records of this dreamchild."</strong><br><br>They still nodded.&nbsp; The tech kept his thoughts to himself.&nbsp; If stupid people in groups, even clusters, wanted to destroy their lives and spend credits doing it, he might as well get his share.<br><strong><br>"Let's get started.&nbsp; I'm afraid it is cash only, you understand."</strong><br><br>-----------------------------------------<br><br>Some of the secretive souls running their little off-X-route lab wondered why the Imperium never quite found out about their 'human improvement' clinic.&nbsp; The truth was known outright by a few, suspected by a few more and unguessed by most of the staff.&nbsp; It was much easier for Imperial Intelligence to allow a illegal black lab to be unnoticed rather than start one of their own.&nbsp; It also allowed for plausible deniability later.<br><br>The child known as Chraenta was flagged for later observation.&nbsp; It was impossible to tell how psychically strong a newborn was.&nbsp; The teenage Chraenta would be tagged, and bagged if necessary, later.<br><br>-----------------------------------------<br><strong><br>"OK, team, we start with talking and go from there."</strong>&nbsp; The non-descript group of people watched out for their quarry, a sullen and androgynous adolescent.&nbsp; They quickly checked the discreet stunners and hypodermics they had on their persons.<br><br><strong>"Wait."</strong> said one of the agents, listening to their internal commlink.&nbsp; <strong>"New info.&nbsp; The kid's not psychic enough.&nbsp; The original rating was in error."</strong>&nbsp; The group grumbled, Control had screwed up again.&nbsp; But there would others for Aura.&nbsp; They walked past young Grendel, no longer giving them a second thought.<br><br>Their first thoughts were enough.&nbsp; Now believing Grendel to be a null-skull like most of Humanti, the hunters hadn't bothered to guard their minds or activate their battery-draining mind shields.&nbsp; Grendel saw in their minds how they initially rated in their tests, how it was nigh-impossible for the tests to be that wrong about Grendel.&nbsp; It could only be that someone had edited that correct record and falsified it.&nbsp; They had hid their shock at realizing they were now <em>hunted</em>.<br><br>But was their mysterious benefactor a friend or someone who just wanted a pet psychic for themselves? Grendel had to find out for their own safety.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2018, 20:21:46</strong>
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				<strong>The Doc's Past</strong><br><br><em>It was good to hear from you Elijah, even though it was months ago. Mom is worried that you'll never come home, although I believe that is the safest course of action. A few weeks after you left the Imperial Health Bureau, we had visitors at the house. They asked pretty generic questions, but it was obvious they were fishing for information. When I actually got a hand written letter that you had sent to one of my friends, and they had to hand deliver it, I knew something was up. I also know that this alias email account that you told me to use will likely cease to be once you have read my communique. I want you to know that other than worrying about you, I'm good, and mom and dad are as well. The Imperials that came to the house I think knew you wouldn't be here, and I am fairly certain they know you won't come back or contact us directly. In all honesty, it sounded like they just wanted to make sure you were being quiet. They never actually said you were in trouble for anything, but I did glean from them that you'll never work in your field again in an official capacity. When mom asked what happened, they didn't say you were a traitor, but they showed us your article criticizing the Imperium's Genetic Program. I don't even think you'd get hired as a Medic for a Merchant Marine Ship in deep space, and I'm sorry to hear that. I know you love what you do, and I know that you studied hard to achieve your successes. I hope whatever you are doing, that it's treating you well, and that you find some peace.&nbsp; I don't know how to contact you, and I'm sure the Imperium would eventually discover any communications, so only contact us if you really need something. There is no sense in putting yourself in danger. Your sister, Celeste.</em><br><br>He frowned. His sister was, in a backhanded sort of way, advising him not to contact her so that she and their parents didn't suffer any consequences. This was what being citizens and bureaucrats of the Imperium did to you. It drained your humanity. Still, it had been nice to hear from her, and really, he'd wanted to assuage his parent's worry of him. He knew his mother worried, but he also knew she really had no idea what he did, neither did his father, so there was nothing that they could tell the Imperium. More than likely they wanted to know where he was. <br><br>He'd been thinking about what to do next. Possibly the Navy. He was smart, and would ace the exams to enter, but as a grunt. There was no way he could register as an educated, officer candidate. That would flag him easy. He probably wouldn't be noticed if he simply was a green recruit that was a simple crew member. He'd been warned not to work in his field, there had been no indication that he'd run into any issues if he simply took a different path. The Navy didn't need to know he was a doctor and scientist, he was sure they just needed able hands. Besides, he was smart, and adaptable. <br><br>He sat back, watching the newsfeed, and sipped his tea.<br><br>Searches for any news or articles about disgraced or fired Imperial physicians and scientists didn't turn anything up, and a look at the information about his former place of work simply showed his name had been removed from the directory. There was no indication they'd interfere with him trying to lead a different life. That was enough for him. Besides, his prized possession, the massive medical history and database, including scientific research studies and results, was safe, so if he needed it, he had it.<br><br>The good thing about a backwater planet, was that it was easy to disappear, which he aimed to do for a few weeks before deciding on a&nbsp; course of action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 01:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ghrreigh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jone High Port Loading Bay 2B<br><strong>Station Time:15:50</strong><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Max<br><hr><br><br>Ghrreigh flips her shotgun deliberately around to show Max the ejection port and thumbs the bolt of the weapon back just enough for the port officer to see that yes, there's a round chambered. She pops the safety on, holding the weapon carefully so she's sure the alien woman can see what she's doing...Then slaps the foregrip of the weapon solidly into Max's hand.<br><br>"If badge you carry, real gun you carry. Ya, you way leading."<br><br>The Vargr crossdraws her own automatic pistol left-handed and holds out her other hand for Max's pistol, grinning broadly. "Best moving get. Leader."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Congratulations, your shotgun training begins now! HERE'S THE SAFETY.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 04:44:14</strong>
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				Max took a deep breath as Greg prepared the handover of the shotgun, not certain of her intent at first, but confident that if the alien really wanted her dead she'd be a pink mist about now. As the weapon was slapped into her grip she finally got the intent and understood its meaning. She was in charge in this situation and as regulation as her pistol was, the shotgun radiated authority a pistol certainly could be an effective weapon that spoke a threat in the hands of enforcement, but this gun here, it shouted it. Max squared her shoulders and making sure that the barrel was pointed nowhere near anyone, released the safety, wouldn't do to forget _that_.<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>She responded before noting Greg holding out her hand for her pistol, which after a short pause, she handed over.<br><br>"Persuant to article eight dash dee of High Port customs and excise I hereby deputise you and given the high potential threat of the situation arm you."<br><br>And with a brisk nod to her partner would move into the lead...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>29-04-2018, 04:56:09</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">*SHENANIGANS WHICH MAY HAVE BEEN SOMEWHAT TONED DOWN IN THE OFFICIAL PORT AUTHORITY REPORT ENSUE*</span></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 06:58:24</strong>
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				Grendel remembers...<br><br>If he could lie to his natural-born children, Grendel would tell them that they had had little trouble finding Eli due to their sheer psychic prowess.&nbsp; But likely their kids would be just as psychic as their parent and see through any lie.<br><br>The simple truth was that, now that their pursuers simply weren't believing Grendel to be psychic, they didn't really cover their tracks.&nbsp; It took a long time, several planets and several gender cycles for her, him and they to track down the rough world where Grendel's mysterious savior was likely to be.<br><br>Now they simply had to find one soul on one big planet.&nbsp; A tall order for even the most psychic of psychics...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I have placed Grendel on the same planet as Eli is hiding out in.&nbsp; There are endless ways for each of them to meet each other.&nbsp; Grendel would probably eventually find it out but Eli is no slouch.&nbsp; So we will see.&nbsp; As the search for Eli took some time, different pronouns would seem right for Grendel at different times.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 17:11:52</strong>
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				Elijah's Past<br><br>He'd been here for a couple of months. He'd gotten the papers for Naval Recruitment, and had visited the recruiter after taking the aptitude tests, and the Master Chief that worked the recruiting station couldn't believe he was not interested in an officer's commission. He'd tried to talk Elijah out of simply going in as a green recruit. Even so, he'd mentioned Elijah would be better served working in a capacity such as navigator on a frigate or corvette, and that was likely the path he'd take. He hadn't turned in the paperwork yet. He'd <em>felt</em> something a few days after leaving the recruitment office, and it was holding him back from finally doing it.<br><br>In fact, Elijah had rented a hover car, and gone a day's drive to the next city over. Something had made him do it.<br><br>He was glad he did. The place was a historical site, with ancient ruins, and beautiful landscapes. It was serene.<br><br>A good place to think. It was quiet, with just some tourists here and there.<br><br>He felt drawn to a few trees in a park, and sat there. He was feeling that he was needing to wait for something. It was odd. He'd never felt anything like it. It was familiar, yet he couldn't place why.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm playing it as Grendel's mind is actively seeking him, and Elijah seems to be drawn to Grendel. Perhaps their mind is subconsciously sending a road map to Elijah's.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>04-05-2018, 06:03:55</strong>
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				It was hectic, some armed resistance that was swiftly discouraged by copious use of shot, one unlucky bastard of a smuggler losing an arm at the shoulder followed by interrogation with a strongly objecting man in a fancy suit, the officer on the scene may have looked away for several moments during which his nose may or may not have suffered an unfortunate breakage. Following both a surge in the suited man's honesty and a more detailed search however, a secret ledger was discovered detailing payments made to the force and a crowbar and several crates later, some containing drugs and some weapons, a single crate filled with hungry look, dazed people from the hellworld of Jone below was found, reeking and hungry.<br><br>Calling it in was as nerve wracking as the gunfight in a lot of ways, but thankfully the ledger provided her the exact names of who to avoid when she did. Following many- many- many hours of debriefing for both herself and her new furry friends who had assisted her in uncovering a major scandal. It had been a very. Very. Long day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 21:48:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Medic's Log Final<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Linen Closet<br><strong>Time:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Theme Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/HIVdWlpya1k</div></div><br>The viewscreen of the log is filled with the face of a strained swarthy man previously identified as Roy. Tear tracks ran down his face as he held the camera with a shaky grip, placing it up on a shelf to overlook everything as he pushed the trunk towards the hidden space where it had been found on the Starfinder later. Reaching off screen he picked up the tablecloth and began to fold it bit by bit to store into while he spoke.<br><br>"I got the Starfinder and Era out like you asked. I had to shut her down but she's safe. I've stored her in one of the compartments. Most of her memories are locked away now but... I think this is her best chance at a second life." His voice cracked for a moment and he wiped his face with his sleeve before getting back to work. "I don't know if you're still alive or if you'll ever get this but I got your ship out and safe like you wanted. She'll see the stars again. I've carried her this far but now... now someone else has to carry her just a little further. I'm sorry, so sorry, I couldn't get you all out."<br><br>"I took the ship to the planet you picked out. It's a good place. The local naval officer agreed to take the ship and auction it off in exchange for that hill where you buried your parents ashes. You were right. It has a good view and clean air. I'm sure they are resting easy. No one will destroy it now. I'm..." He swallowed and picked up a small case, putting a few crystals and a picture of the crew inside it to seal shut. "I'm going to bury this there with some apple seeds. Maybe... maybe this way we can all be together again. I can't go on any farther. This place... If you are on the other side I'll see you soon and if not then I hope I don't see you for some time. I love you Chloe. I miss you and Violet and Bailey, and Era."<br><br>"If anyone finds this please don't destroy Era. Just give her a chance and she'll do well. She deserves a chance. I've carried her as far as I can I just need you to take her a little farther. If you follow our path into the depths of space be ready. It's... It's a beautiful dangerous world. P-please just do one other favor. If you can. Sign your names on this cloth as well. It's what she would have wanted. Goodbye."<br><br>The log ends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>14-05-2018, 19:51:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Enape spaceport<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon after the owners meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Will and a little tag for everyone at the meeting<br><hr><br>With the owners meeting ending, Adrianna just needs to get off the ship for a little while after the nightmare of just trying to get a confirmation vote of the first officer. I now know why they used to put those exploding collars around their necks. Enticing as that thought is, it is much too messy for my tastes, beside where is the fun in pushing just one button when it is more fun to push all their buttons. smiles at herself thought. <br><br>"Twitch, you and I need to go shopping for the ship. I have a bunch of stuff to get and I need a young beefy guy to help me. I know a place that gives great massages and it will be my treat. Anyone have anything to add to my list call me. " looks at Will with a irresistible puppy dog eyes.<br><br>Shopping list:<br>Jan-o-bot adv (refurbished)<br>Replacement cover for the pilot control panel with engraved labels<br>Matching patches for the crew<br>Improved cloth armor Jumpsuit for Twitch<br>Auto Pistol with HUD and Secure Wpn for Twitch<br>Biometric Lock boxes for duty stations (Bridge, Engineering) to start and get a suppliers for more<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 09:07:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Will Friez<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emape Spaceport<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon after the meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrianna, open.<br><hr><br>"Right you are..." Will grunted at the request to go shopping, he let out a small smile, though that seemed to be more of relief things were getting moving than spending the evening on a shopping trip with Adrianna, though admittedly that was pretty nice too. He let out a chuckle at her next words, "Heh, it's gonna take a while to get used to you calling me young, though yeah I'm alright at lifting stuff." he gave a nod, "You don't have ta buy me no massage and quit them puppy dog eyes, yer a grown-ass woman..." he chuckled, "... Instead I'll have you owe me one. You did wonders on the ol' tired shoulders..." he added after a beat arching an eyebrow.<br><br>"I wouldn't mind shopping for a pistol for my own choice. The general thing you're thinking of makes sense though. I got the cash enough to sort my own stuff out though..." Will offered by time he got to look through the list. He didn't seem to want anything extra that was already on there as he dusted off his shoulders and was ready to move out with Adrianna. "Hell, we keep going on like this and this may actually be happening... Going freelance, able to do whatever the hell we please as we ride the void... It's what I've dreamed of for decades..." he spoke to her as he walked on ahead to get and window shop as soon as he could. He seemed a bit more enthusiastic of walking the spaceport and seeing the sights than being on the ship funnily enough for an eager spacer like he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 20:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emape spaceport<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon after the owners meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Will and a little tag for everyone at the meeting<br><hr><br>"One thing I want to do is get you out of that bulky flak jacket. I have seen people get hung up during battle drills rushing around in a flak jacket. You would look good in a well fitted armored jumpsuit." smiling a bit. showing him the emblem she drew up for the starfinder. "I drew this for our jumpsuits. If you want there are all kinds of options for the jumpsuits including smart fabric that stays clean or even computer weave. Saves you having to haul around a hand comp. "<br><br>After all that stuff in the meeting, I need and massage. You want to join me or continue to pretend to be the grumpy old fart? Besides we have lot to do before my date tonight with Sarah." Dragging Twitch along to the base gun shop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>15-05-2018, 22:22:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Will Friez<br><strong>Location:</strong> Emape Spaceport<br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon after the meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Adrianna, open.<br><hr><br>Will conceded with a nod, "I was thinking maybe something Camoflague for myself maybe. However... This is an <em>improved</em> flak jacket that just so happens to be a higher tech one than the backwater worlds, it protects better than improved cloth..." he explained as he patted his chest with a heavy -thump- from the tough material touching open palm. "I doubt I'll need computer weave, I got a Comm with translator software, though I'm not good with computers." He looked over the design and gave it an appreciative nod and smiled to her, "If it's that big a deal, maybe we can discuss more on dress-up later though..." he winked, flirtaciously. Whatever could he have meant?<br><br>Giving a little sigh, he nodded to her last statement, "Hrmm... Well, seeing as you put it somewhat like that, I'll join you..." he replied to her. "I think the list pretty much nailed the needs I'd have for this sidearm I'm supposed to have though. The personal HUD can be keyed to my eye protection visor..." he explained wiggling his shades with one hand. "Emape is an early stellar world, technologically, Jump-2 capable. May get lucky and find a laser pistol of some kind perhaps, Gauss is likely out of this world's range to sell, though I guess if we're talking sidearm, the doggo meant more a slug pistol of some sort anyway..." he spoke to her as they entered the gun store.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Triggvi</strong> on <strong>16-05-2018, 02:13:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Adrianna_Kahn2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrianna<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Gun and armory Shop<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Twitch<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Will conceded with a nod, "I was thinking maybe something Camouflage for myself maybe. However... This is an improved flak jacket that just so happens to be a higher tech one than the backwater worlds, it protects better than improved cloth..." he explained as he patted his chest with a heavy -thump- from the tough material touching open palm. "I doubt I'll need computer weave, I got a Comm with translator software, though I'm not good with computers." He looked over the design and gave it an appreciative nod and smiled to her, "If it's that big a deal, maybe we can discuss more on dress-up later though..." he winked, flirtatiously. Whatever could he have meant?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"The advantage of improved cloth is that it covers your entire body not just your chest and arms. It also it is not bulky and looks like normal clothing. Have you ever heard of what the navy anti-piracy people refer to as a pirate pinata? Because pirates can't afford good armor so they buy flak jackets. Every once in a while a pirate hangs himself by his flak jacket going through a porthole in hurry. It is comedy gold and truly pathetic" <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Will</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Giving a little sigh, he nodded to her last statement, "Hrmm... Well, seeing as you put it somewhat like that, I'll join you..." he replied to her. "I think the list pretty much nailed the needs I'd have for this sidearm I'm supposed to have though. The personal HUD can be keyed to my eye protection visor..." he explained wiggling his shades with one hand. "Emape is an early stellar world, technologically, Jump-2 capable. May get lucky and find a laser pistol of some kind perhaps, Gauss is likely out of this world's range to sell, though I guess if we're talking sidearm, the doggo meant more a slug pistol of some sort anyway..." he spoke to her as they entered the gun store.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"They can hook up a HUD to glasses, visor." Like it is no big deal. "Lasers even laser pistols need a backpack to use effectively. Hard to pull one out in a hurry. I was thinking like a 10mm auto pistol with a high capacity clip. Get you 20 rounds capacity with some good stopping power. We should get weapon secure on it so to enemy can't turn the weapon on you if they get away from your somehow. "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 16:21:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>Having secured Era to the chair, appropriating some handcuffs from the locker and a shotgun to boot, loading slug rounds that she hoped she wouldn't have to use, Max laid the gun down on a nearby console and taking a breath, pressed the computer home into the appropriate slot in the skull, quickly removing her hand and lifting the shotgun into her left hand, using her right for any kind of on button, closing the skull again and taking a wary step back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 16:59:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Some time ago, before departure of the Starfinder<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br>Era's mechanical mind flooded with lingering terror from the last time she had been booted up, chased away quickly as it cycled though her circuits and the delving into her memories encountered a surprising number of locks. Setting a subroutine to begin working on decryption the missing memories as a vague sense of melancholy and longing flooded over her, the electronic eyes shifted over the shotgun wielding unknown person in front of her as she ran through her internal database and not getting any matches from the face and body at least.<br><br>The form was a familiar one, which was strange in its own way with her past shuffled away as it was. Taste and touch flooded into the receptacles, air moving through her as she turned on the breathing subroutine to provide a bit of normality for the person she was confronted with. Her head turned towards the uneasy looking human and she gave what she hoped was a placating smile, albeit one with a mouth full of aslan styled teeth and a look into her internal chronometer. <strong>"Ah... Good afternoon."</strong> She said, looking from the shotgun towards her bound limbs and then back up to Max curiously. <strong>"Am I a hostage in this situation or is this one of those role playing scenarios? I'm afraid I didn't activate the right response if that's the case."</strong> She asked, sounding rather chipper at the question and rather unconcerned with the gun held as it was, body language processing picking up something tending towards a wary/lightly fearful/worry possibly mix rather than an aggressive hostility or the like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 17:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>Max tensed as it activated, not quite having been as worried as Greg had been but still- Greg had raised some valid points.<br>"Ahh... Good afternoon, this is more of one of those- uncertain if you're a murderous killbot situations, so restraining you with handcuffs that are probably inadequate if you are, and aiming a shotgun at you that again, probably inadequate if you are. Found a very nice message left by a previous owner of the ship asking us to give you a second chance he said- and I'm a sucker for requests."<br>It seemed okay, it wasn't beligerent or anything still, the calmness in it- that was enough to make her wary... Though why anyone would give a killbot lifelike junk she didn't kno- Made her shudder to think of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 17:28:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Some time ago, before departure of the Starfinder<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br><strong>"Oh! that's certainly a... well it's probably not a good enough precaution. If I was a kill bot how do you know I don't have an internal grenade launcher? I mean, I don't but you should be more careful about these things if you didn't know much about this body."</strong> Era chided in her rather chipper tone, just trying to be helpful to her apparent... captor of a sorts? <strong>"I don't... remember much about that. I wish I could."</strong> She said, her voice shifting into a rather uncharacteristic, for a robot, sudden longing mixed with a deep sadness that she shook off relatively quickly without the memories to back up the unusual urge. <strong>"Thank you for waking me up if that's the case though. Are you the new owner of this ship? I know it's my home so if you don't mind I'd like to sign on for a crew position. I'm not very good for use as a kill bot. This body isn't fully complete from what I can still access and I don't have any combat protocols installed. I've got an extensive database and I can link to the ship to help process and filter things for skilled operators to do things easier! I can be helpful. I'm also capable of providing entertainment services on request."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 17:34:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>"I did give you a once over- err... Sorry about that, if you've a grenade launcher it's the best hidden one I've ever se- well. Not seen. You get the idea."<br>Max slowly placed the shotgun down and sat down on a console across from Era.<br>"I think your memories were locked for your own protection, possibly to let the guy who wiped them get away and ah- I'm a part owner, others are on little errands at the moment, I'm almost scared to ask given some of the other things we've found around ships, but what sort of entertainment services can you provide? I'm pretty sure we'll be happy to take you on- but we're not exactly rolling in cash at the moment. Well some of us aren't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 17:42:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Some time ago, before departure of the Starfinder<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br><strong>"I can work for a share or half a share. I just need someplace to stay and I seem to recall credits being important. I'll need some when I get my memories back to find out what happened more than likely."</strong> Era offered, not even trying to strain against the handcuffs at the moment. Her head turned and eyes tracked Max as she moved, staying focused on the human with what she hoped was coming off as a sincere desire to help. It was sometimes a little hard with the muzzle as she had it. <strong>"I'm somewhat proficient with sexual services of varying types. I can also play games. Um... According to the records that I can access that was primarily what I did provide as far as that goes. According to my accessible logs the majority of my time was spent in what is labeled as the captain's quarters or in engineering. If you need other services I can try to see about upgrading my programming to provide additional options."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 17:53:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>Max having been friends with Greg for some time at least had some experience reading non human faces, and could tell at least she was trying to look helpful.<br>"That ah- that makes sense, you're certainly... Equipped for it."<br>Max had to admit, the appearance of a cock on the bot had taken her by surprise- she also had to admit she was just the tiniest bit curious about it- though was unlikely to admit such.<br>"We could do with more engineer, we'll probably have to take a vote on admitting you or talk to the captain- our power structure is in a little bit of flux at the moment, stressed our Vargr right the hell out. Anyway ah- you said that you weren't complete?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 18:03:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Some time ago, before departure of the Starfinder<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br><strong>"I don't have any active engineering programs to run but I can help a real engineer out effectively. Without additional programming I am lacking in a lot of traditional crew positions. I just sort of.. try to make others better at what they do from what I can tell."</strong> Era said with a nod, taking in the hesitation of Max and electing to keep silent about the mention of her extra appendage. <em>Note that Person A is uncomfortable with overt sexuality.</em> She added to a growing file. <strong>"Oh, my name is Era by the way. What is your name?"</strong><br><br><strong>"I am not really complete, no. I have some schematics it looks like I was working on with... someone who's name I can't recall. The touch, taste, and other senses seem to have been built due to what I can find as a 'human experience priority' listing. The additional reinforcements for strength, reaction, and additional durability haven't been completed. I can only surmise being a fully effective traditional member of the crew was considered a lesser priority than things such as being able to eat cooking to whoever was responsible for the construction."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 21:45:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>"Might be hard to justify when we need crew positions quite badly- I'm not exactly overskilled for space flight myself- but- We'll talk. We'll see how things go. It is nice to meet Era, I'm Max-"<br>Max paused as she reached over to shake hands with Era, then remembering the handcuffs moved to unlock them, offering her hand anew.<br>"Used to be a detective, handcuffs are a good go-to you know? Sorry"<br>Max offered a small laugh with a shrug.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 22:21:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Some time ago, before departure of the Starfinder<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br><strong>"I can sort of do some basic things? I make an effective co-worker for any task."</strong> Era says with a little shrug, taking the hand after the handcuffs were released with a gentle grip. <strong>"It's fine. I'm used to handcuffs although not in the same sense."</strong> She smiled, standing up and stretching in a more human gesture. It did nothing for her robot body but sometimes people seemed to find bonds easier when behaviors were copied. <strong>"It is nice to meet you. Is there anything else I can help you with?"</strong> She asked, her tail swishing behind her slowly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>16-06-2018, 04:04:51</strong>
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				It was beautiful in its way.&nbsp; Almost every planet had a long history with relics to match.&nbsp; But in an Imperium full of trillions, few could ever really stand out to Humaniti at large.&nbsp; But, still, people had lived, loved and died here and the vast majority of them would never be remembered.&nbsp; Shooting stars.&nbsp; And they felt themselves as real to the Cosmos as Grendel did now.<br><br>But it was time to the task at hand.&nbsp; He felt that who he was looking for was here somewhere.&nbsp; Grendel began to search faces and, <em>aspects</em>, a word for a concept most non-telepaths would not understand...<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm sorry I have been away from this thread for so long.&nbsp; Grendel has been drawn to the same ruined city that Eli has and is looking for ehim.&nbsp; There are several ways that Eli and Grendel might meet.&nbsp; But I don't know which is best, not knowing this universe as well as LizzieV does, or Eli as well as National Acrobat.&nbsp; I assume they will meet faster if they both want this meeting (Grendel does), consciously or subconsciously.&nbsp; Otherwise, it might take longer.&nbsp; I will try and play off any replies.&nbsp; :-)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>18-06-2018, 14:29:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>Max would pause for a second before giving a small sigh, she was a soft touch really,<br>"Oh fine, you'll have my vote... As for helping me- I was going to try and run down the man who sold the ship, lets have a little look at the records he made shall we? Maybe you can give me more information about him and where he might be run down."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 03:05:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Near Noon in a small town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>The tree he was sitting under provided a pretty good view of the central square of the small town. It didn't matter what planet you were on, towns had central squares, where if they weren't used for markets and bartering spots, they were the central location for all roads and paths to converge. That was the case here, as there were several roads and paths that converged here in the park, where the young doctor was sitting. He'd been recording in his journal, more a way to piece together thoughts, and he'd felt a familiarity. Not of one he knew well, but a mind that was searching for something. He felt the tendrils reaching out tentatively, and he knew. They were here.<br><br>He looked up, and almost instinctively raised his hand before he knew what he was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 06:07:43</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Grendel<br>Location: In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br>Time (if Needed): Near Noon in a small town<br>Tagging: Eli<hr><br>Grendel saw the young man.&nbsp; Her unique intuition and light telepathic snooping of his friends and intimates had pegged this 'Eli'.&nbsp; Handsome, Grendel had to admit.&nbsp; He had almost <em>girled </em>at beholding of him.&nbsp; He noticed Eli defensive gesture, this government stooge was no fool.<br><br>Grendel held out one of the two drinks he held.&nbsp; They had been bought from a nearby vendor and Grendel knew which was Eli's favorite.&nbsp; He then tried to float the cup over to Eli.&nbsp; A cup of liquid was an arrogant bit of bravado for a telekinetic but macho Grendel couldn't admit to flirting.&nbsp; <strong>"I doubt my gifts surprise you.&nbsp; But what surprises me is why you've not told your superiors."<br></strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grendel is making some assumptions this post so he may be wrong even if her player knows better.&nbsp; <br>Telekinetic roll: Welcome to the Elliquiy Dice Server Dream Lover! Please follow the instructions below.<br>Your user ID is 58830 | View your rolls | View rolls made to you | Make a roll | View recent rolls <br>Roll Result: Dream Lover rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br>Comment: Grendels TK roll for sending a drink to Eli<br>Result: 5, 1, <br>Total: 7</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LizzieV</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 15:25:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Aslan_female.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Era<br><strong>Location:</strong> Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Some time ago, before departure of the Starfinder<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><hr><br>Era shook her head from side to side regretfully, shifting in place as she hummed. <strong>"I don't remember much but I would like to find him... Oh! He landed here so his records could be with the port authority. At the very least they would know more about him and why he's here or where he went. If anyone would have clues they would."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>27-06-2018, 15:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Near Noon in a small town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>He knew who it was, and watched curiously as Grendel approached, floating drink not in hand yet moving towards him.<br><br>Grendel was not what he expected, and he grinned. That was good. He didn't like assumptions, and was pleasantly surprised. He took the drink.<br><br>'Former superiors' he said, answering Grendel. 'I'm not longer employed by the Imperial Bureau of Health and Sciences' he added. 'I took umbrage with some of the experiments and processes for discovering genetic and biological traits in individuals, and told them as much, and here I am, as far from them as possible at the moment. I'm not a fan of involuntarily conducting experiments on living beings' he added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>30-06-2018, 06:40:12</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Grendel<br>Location: In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br>Time (if Needed): Near Noon in a small town<br>Tagging: Eli<hr><br><strong>"You sound too good to be true." </strong> Grendel was wary, he wanted to believe this government stooge too much.&nbsp; <strong>"But we don't have to rely on sound." </strong> Grendel put his fingers near, but not on, Eli's temple.&nbsp; &nbsp;To force a telepathic contact was rude to say the least.&nbsp; Grendel wanted the offer of communion to be a voluntary one on Eli's part.&nbsp; Besides, there was almost as much to learn from Eli's reaction to the request for telepathic interaction as from the action itself.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grendel is offering to read Eli's mind to determine his veracity.&nbsp; And also offering the possiblity of revealing his own.&nbsp; The choice is completely Eli's&nbsp; While it might seem that revealing himself to Grendel puts Eli at a disadvantage, it is tough for a telepath to work against honest intentions.&nbsp; Teeps feel the pain of those they might misuse.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 00:00:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Near Noon in a small town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>'I'm a simple man really, who just happens to be a physician and scientist with ethics' he said simply. That, in a nutshell, was the good doctor to some degree. A country boy that had ambitions to help others and research and explore the boundaries of science. He raised an eyebrow. 'True. I suspect that I can trust you, given that we've both been drawn to this place out of a desire to know more' he said, referring to the near-beacon like call that moved them both here.<br><br>He leaned forward, agreeing to Grendel's inquiry. He'd worked with psions before, and found the quickest way for them to trust each other, was to be open and trust in each other's intuition and gifts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Voidknight</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 15:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br><strong>Location:</strong>Starfinder Bridge<br><strong>Time:</strong>Some time ago<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br><hr><br>"He also makes some references to using a contact to sell this ship without referring to him- he's got a headstart certainly and he's used a favour to try and protect his identity- but there is a trail here...<br>Max would pause for a moment as she considered Era. <br>"...If Greg asks we're chasing to find out about anyone who might want to target the ship... She's a little stressed about getting her safe, operational and flying... She's nice though. You'll like her."<br>Max would say with a slightly awkward smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>09-07-2018, 06:39:07</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Dr. Elijah Henkow<br>Location: In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br>Time (if Needed): Near Noon in a small town<br>Tagging: Eli<hr><br>Grendel was impressed by this man's trust and, nodding, touched his fingertips to Eli's temple...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Probe is near the limits of Grendel's psionic ability and will drain him.&nbsp; But it should let Grendel realize Eli's intentions.&nbsp; I may have misread the psionic rules, does this happen automatically or does Grendel have to roll something?</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 03:54:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Near Noon in a small town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>Grendel was likely not expecting what they found, and Eli had always found being trusting up front important, and depending on Grendel's abilities, would find Eli was indeed speaking the truth. He was, without a doubt, an ethical practitioner of medicine and surgery, and followed ethics and morals to a 't' when it came to his research as a scientist. He was, indeed, disgusted and appalled at the thought of doing experiments on individuals against their knowledge or without full disclosure, and felt the Imperiums treatment of psions was unjust, and ethically wrong. It had, apparently, cost him his job, but he was fine with that. He was, however, blacklisted and likely had been the subject of various smear campaigns, but that hadn't shaken the doctor's resolve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 05:11:59</strong>
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				Mentally, Grendel walked through Eli's memories as if they were a theme park.&nbsp; The memories were too detailed, too real, to be fake.&nbsp; She clung to the part of Eli that was actually doing the recalling.&nbsp; Her internal femininity could not now be denied.&nbsp; Her external anatomy would soon match this state within a week.&nbsp; <br><br><hr>Name: Dr. Elijah Henkow<br>Location: In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br>Time (if Needed): Near Noon in a small town<br>Tagging: Grendel<br><hr><strong>"My mother met my other mother as a Zhodani interrogator during the last war.&nbsp; She pried every secret out of her but you can't read someone that well without knowing them.&nbsp; And so the interrogator fell in love with her prisoner.&nbsp; After the war, she sought my mother out and surrendered herself to her.</strong>"<br><strong><br>"But the contact that forged that love only lasted an hour by the clock, a lifetime by the recollection, like a dream.&nbsp; That is how completely two can know each other through telepathy.&nbsp; The mind-blind think the psychic are the most casual of lovers.&nbsp; Nothing could be further from the truth."</strong><br><br>After speaking, Grendel kissed Eli in their shared dream.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides, I have seen how you were with your last lover.&nbsp; There's things even I get to learn."<br></strong><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grendel now trusts Eli completely as only telepaths can.&nbsp; She will be female by almost any definition within a week.&nbsp; She is flirting with Eli but if rebuffed will still feel a deep friendship with Eli.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 13:33:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Near Noon in a small town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>He listened. It was intriguing to say the least, and quite fascinating to hear how the minds worked. He was a little envious, to be able to know someone like that, if they were willing. The possibilities! Then, he felt it himself. 'She' was in his mind. He was not sure if it was a dream or not, but he didn't shy away. 'You may have learned something, but I am learning as well, this, this is more intimate than I could have ever imagined' he said to Grendel, and he kissed 'her', his hands, in the dream if that was what it was, reached out to touch her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 05:44:24</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Dr. Elijah Henkow<br>Location: In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br>Time (if Needed): Near Noon in a small town<br>Tagging: Eli<hr>People often thought you could live a lifetime in a dream, you could live someone else's in telepathic communion.&nbsp; Eli was a good man and the neither the universe or Grendel really planned for those.<br><br><strong>"Well,"</strong> <em>Chraenta </em>said, sending her intimate name, <strong>"this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."</strong>&nbsp; The quote was from a Terran flatfilm of long ago but it has always been a favorite of hers.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">From this point on, Grendel trusts Eli and will be as familiar with him as he wishes.&nbsp; Chraenta was the original name I chose for this character but it doesn't seem to flow as nicely as Grendel.&nbsp; It is tough to remember the spelling so feel free to keep on calling her Grendel.&nbsp; I imagine it would be like a pet name between lovers, not generally used among others to still keep it 'special'.&nbsp; Grendel would likely be as female as anyone would desire within a week (her recent and <em>instant </em>change in the game thread is unique and inexplicable to her).&nbsp; If Eli would like to wait until her physical nature matches her mental gender to become closer, Grendel would understand; pout maybe, but understand.&nbsp; :-*</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>National Acrobat</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 15:00:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr. Elijah Henkow<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the Past, a Desolate, out of the way planet<br><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong> Near Noon in a small town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Grendel<br><hr><br>He heard 'her' name and smiled. It didn't seem to hard to understand or pronounce, and he let it roll off of his tongue a few times. 'That's a beautiful sounding name' he said to 'her' out loud. 'I agree, I am glad we met. I had wanted to for so long, it seems we were meant to meet' he added. Eli was not put off at all by Chraenta's current form. 'She' was who 'she' was, and that was good enough for him, as he began to show 'her' in the most personal of ways.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Eli is fine with wherever Grendel wishes to take things from the start, as is the player. Not sure how much you want to write out/play out, etc. but Eli is, as Grendel will find out, quite attracted to the person behind the smile.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Traveller] Five Sisters - Travel/History Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dream Lover</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 05:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Unless we want to add strife to this sickeningly sweet couple, they could just be happy and together until the current game scene.&nbsp; Or we could make some conflict and strife between them in the interim.&nbsp; I welcome any suggestions.&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;:)</div></div>
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