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publicado originalmente en:Gydaton RP
Editado por Rimidalv Nisom:
7/18/2016 1:11:02 AM
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[b][u]Introduction[/u][/b]
[b]A rusted, beaten and antiquated space ship comes barreling towards the hangar at less-than-desirable speeds. It seems as if it is on a crash course with a the nearest object as it enters. The spacecraft then stops mere inches away from damaging something in the hangar after coming to a screeching halt. The vehicle clearly lacks landing gear and has seemingly no way of getting back out of the hangar. It then sits motionless and in silence while a few red lights on the side continue to flicker.[/b]
[spoiler]open.[/spoiler]
English
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*The ship was certainly not what he expected, but he knows that whoever inside can be of use. So with that, a figure walks up to the ship. He looks human, his shape is relatively fit, more on the thin, toned side, he's about 5'10", but his blazing crimson eyes tell of a more demonic origin. He forms an iron ball the size of a basketball in his hand as he approaches slowly, ready to fire and explode it*
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[b]The ship door falls off as a ramp is deployed from a small slit under the doorframe and a man wearing a blue shirt and tan duster walks out with a Redhawk .44 Magnum drawn.[/b] "Great, first we have no way out and now someone is going to somehow kill me with a ball. A BALL of all things!" [b]A large robed figure sprints down the ramp next and turns hos gaze to the figure without giving his iwn identity away.[/b] "Calm down, Randall. If this man tries anything stupid these walls will be painted res by tonight." "What's your obsession with painting things, Malik?" "Just shut up and let me do my job." [b]Malik then starts walking around you from side to side while inspecting you.[/b] "Now that Randall is done ranting about my obsession with painting; who are you?"
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Simple. *The figure throws the iron ball outside of the hanger, and when it is far and high enough away, it explodes* Name's Mortar. Nothing special about me really, just an Ex God, King of the Royal Underworld, presumed dead in four places, nothing much. You?
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Editado por Rimidalv Nisom: 7/18/2016 12:50:27 PM"We'll let that pass as we haven't seen anything but white for almost a year and we may experience visual and auditory hallucinations. I'm Malik, the man who thinks I'm a painter is Randall and our pilot is still in the ship doing maintenance." [b]Malik slowly walks back into the ship and talking can be heard.[/b] "Are you done yet?" [b]A robotic voice replies.[/b] "No sir but the ship is too damaged fir another flight." "So... we're trapped here?" "Yes sir. Not unless we can turn this thing around, refuel it, and repair the body."
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Editado por BrandRobKus: 7/18/2016 12:59:11 PM*Mortar lets out a small chuckle. Not a sinister, ominous one, more of one saying "Hah, sucks to be you!"* Well, if you are stuck here, you gotta learn the ropes. This is the NTR, a huge ass ship. Other than some... Disturbances... This place is relatively normal
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"What kind of 'disturbances'?" [b]Randall holsters his revolver and sits beside the ramp with his legs crossed.[/b]
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Oh, you know. Turbulence, time warp, monster things, it's hard to explain. *Mortar looks around*
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"I've dealt with monsters and turbulence but 'time warps'? I'm starting to think this is either a bad dream or I'm dead and I'm in some sort of purgatory.
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Neither. The time warp thing is relatively new... We were recently at a large planet Gydaton, it was a great place... Though monsters were a problem
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"What kind of monsters are we talking about?" [b]He looks inside the ship and sees his two companions still talking.[/b]
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Ah, not much. Native species, wildlife, spirits that were fighting each other, same old same old.
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[b]Malik runs out of the ship hastily and stops when he teaches the bottom of the ramp.[/b] "Did someone say spirits?" [b]Randall looks up at him and speaks in an assuring manner. [/b] "Yes. Someone did say something about spirits." "Where?" "I thought that was just something the tribals made up but apparently they exist. Who knew?" "You still haven't told me where the spirits are." "On a planet we overshot a long time ago, Malik."
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I had a picture of them on my phone... But occasionally my phone will delete my pictures, unfortunately I cannot show you it.
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"Well its nothing one of these can stop I bet." [b]He takes a rifle off if his back with no magazine and a long barrel. The weapon seems to be almost ancient by current standards.[/b] "Who knew a rifle from 1874 is still as good at killing today as it was back then?"
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Trust me, I know. Those firearms were some of the best in the century.
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"Say, what do you think about tribals? I ask that because my friend Malik is one." [b]He looks at Malik who then quicklyruns back into the ship to converse more with the pilot.[/b]
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*Mortar chuckles a little* Eh, he's not bad. Except, you know, he's the only one I've met recently.
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[b]A few seconds later a silver robot with treads rolls down the ramp and turns to face Mortar.[/b] "Hello, stranger. I am a GRB model robot modified by Randall to suit his needs. May I ask who you are?"
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Ah, welcome. I am Mortar, and I'm here to help you guys.
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"Hello, Mortar." [b]Malik walks back down the ramp and looks at Mortar curiously.[/b] "Mal, why haven't you done anything besides walk in and out of that ship?" "Same reason I wear this robe." "You don't like people looking at you?" "Exactly." "But didn't you-" "Don't question me."
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Hey, relax. I'm not exactly one to judge people by their looks, since I've only had this body for the past 32 years.
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"Well its not about his looks. It's more about what he is." "Well all of you will have to converse while I start unpacking our supplies." [b]GRB-23 heads back into the ship and starts rummaging through supply cabinets with his tube - like hands silently.[/b]
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*Mortar nods a little* Hey, you need any help? *Mortar begins to walk into the ship and looks around a little as he does. This ship certainly looks old*
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"I could use a bit of help." [b]He takes a few rolled up pieces of leather out of a container It appears to have strange markings on its surface.[/b] "That's obviously Mal's. Can you carry these put of the ship in these boxes?" [b]With his free hand he points to a few empty white boxes while continuing to search through the containers.[/b]
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Ah sure. *Mortar packs as many of them in boxes as he can and carries them to where he was told to bring them. With difficulty, of course, because he holds multiple boxes, at Least five.*
