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The Lounge / Re: Cantina Writing Discussions
« on: June 12, 2016, 09:50:31 pm »
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The Cantina / Re: Uncharted Skies
« on: June 12, 2016, 09:49:50 pm »
--Weather Deck, Eagle's Shadow--
"I hate everything."
Lorena was on the weather deck, since arriving in Vyshtorg the engineering crew had been working in shifts to repair the damage done to the various pieces of equipment during their unprepared bouts at full power. The engineering crews, despite their usual work ethic had taken to lazing about outside, the fresh air a welcome reprieve from the stuffy atmosphere they were used to.
"Oh come on Lorena," Hank sat down next to her with a cup of coffee, "here, have a cup."
"Don't want coffee, just want to sleep." She rolled over into the shadows that dominated the deck.
He shook his head as he lifted her from her resting spot, "Come on, Oh Glorious Overlady, lets get you into bed, you can fix the engines later."
She yawned as they began shuffling off deck, "Swabbies better not touch my engines."
He rolled his eyes, "Can I touch your engines?"
"No."
Oh? "How bout Ewan?"
"He can't either." By now the resting engineers began to take notice.
"Crowe?
"Nope."
The others were beginning to snicker now, "What about you?"
"Go shove yourself up the fuel lines."
He shrugged as the others burst into laughter, Ewan raised a bottle of wine at his misfortune, "You tried Hank."
"Shut up Ewan."
--Gun Deck, Eagle's Shadow--
Amelia was checking the manuals for the weapons on deck, she had never claimed to be experienced but the situation demanded someone take responsibility and get the crew into the shape. With Lorena essentially claiming engineering as her domain Amelia needed a place to be of use, that place was the gunnery deck, where the more... Green engineers had be shifted to.
She continued her rounds, ensuring that the crew was at least learning their equipment and not horrendously breaking things. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on everyone, Amelia herself had stooped to not thinking about it and whilst effective, there was only so much work that could occupy her.
"Um, excuse me, Ms. Lockheart? If you could check our weapon?" One of the engineers was looking at her expectantly.
She sighed, as befitting a head engineer. "Very well, a moment should suffice."
--Navigation Room, Eagle's Shadow--
"Alright, what do you have for me?" Reagan had gathered the nav team and set them on putting a search pattern that would allow them to cover the greatest area in a limited amount of time without putting them into further risk. Goals were locating their lost pilots and the stolen ship, whatever else they found would be a bonus but hell if she was going to let the bastard get away with it without shattering his skull it a million pieces.
"Ma'am, if you would take a look at the map." Several markers had been placed, prospective canyons, deep river valleys and mountain peaks were selected as possible locations for a secret facility, most of the crew had already begun guessing what was going on and Reagan wondered when they were going to officially tell them.
"Mr. Bell, Ms. Morgan, and Mr. Carn, please report to my office."
She sighed, "Alright, finish up here and I'll be back it a bit."
She picked up her coat from a nearby chair and began making her way to his office which wasn't all that far considering. She opened the door, coat over her shoulder as she sat down in a nearby empty chair.
"Alright, so, what's the plan."
--Somewhere--
"Hey, Kei?"
"Yeah Davis?"
He squirmed a little in his bindings "Think you have a way to get out of this?"
She tilted her head and struggled against her own ropes, "Nope."
He hung his head in defeat, "Well, think they're coming to rescue us soon?"
She smirked, "Probably."
He rolled his eyes, "This is called me desperately hoping you're right."
"I hate everything."
Lorena was on the weather deck, since arriving in Vyshtorg the engineering crew had been working in shifts to repair the damage done to the various pieces of equipment during their unprepared bouts at full power. The engineering crews, despite their usual work ethic had taken to lazing about outside, the fresh air a welcome reprieve from the stuffy atmosphere they were used to.
"Oh come on Lorena," Hank sat down next to her with a cup of coffee, "here, have a cup."
"Don't want coffee, just want to sleep." She rolled over into the shadows that dominated the deck.
He shook his head as he lifted her from her resting spot, "Come on, Oh Glorious Overlady, lets get you into bed, you can fix the engines later."
She yawned as they began shuffling off deck, "Swabbies better not touch my engines."
He rolled his eyes, "Can I touch your engines?"
"No."
Oh? "How bout Ewan?"
"He can't either." By now the resting engineers began to take notice.
"Crowe?
"Nope."
The others were beginning to snicker now, "What about you?"
"Go shove yourself up the fuel lines."
He shrugged as the others burst into laughter, Ewan raised a bottle of wine at his misfortune, "You tried Hank."
"Shut up Ewan."
--Gun Deck, Eagle's Shadow--
Amelia was checking the manuals for the weapons on deck, she had never claimed to be experienced but the situation demanded someone take responsibility and get the crew into the shape. With Lorena essentially claiming engineering as her domain Amelia needed a place to be of use, that place was the gunnery deck, where the more... Green engineers had be shifted to.
She continued her rounds, ensuring that the crew was at least learning their equipment and not horrendously breaking things. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on everyone, Amelia herself had stooped to not thinking about it and whilst effective, there was only so much work that could occupy her.
"Um, excuse me, Ms. Lockheart? If you could check our weapon?" One of the engineers was looking at her expectantly.
She sighed, as befitting a head engineer. "Very well, a moment should suffice."
--Navigation Room, Eagle's Shadow--
"Alright, what do you have for me?" Reagan had gathered the nav team and set them on putting a search pattern that would allow them to cover the greatest area in a limited amount of time without putting them into further risk. Goals were locating their lost pilots and the stolen ship, whatever else they found would be a bonus but hell if she was going to let the bastard get away with it without shattering his skull it a million pieces.
"Ma'am, if you would take a look at the map." Several markers had been placed, prospective canyons, deep river valleys and mountain peaks were selected as possible locations for a secret facility, most of the crew had already begun guessing what was going on and Reagan wondered when they were going to officially tell them.
"Mr. Bell, Ms. Morgan, and Mr. Carn, please report to my office."
She sighed, "Alright, finish up here and I'll be back it a bit."
She picked up her coat from a nearby chair and began making her way to his office which wasn't all that far considering. She opened the door, coat over her shoulder as she sat down in a nearby empty chair.
"Alright, so, what's the plan."
--Somewhere--
"Hey, Kei?"
"Yeah Davis?"
He squirmed a little in his bindings "Think you have a way to get out of this?"
She tilted her head and struggled against her own ropes, "Nope."
He hung his head in defeat, "Well, think they're coming to rescue us soon?"
She smirked, "Probably."
He rolled his eyes, "This is called me desperately hoping you're right."
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The Lounge / Re: Cantina Writing Discussions
« on: June 12, 2016, 02:07:37 am »
It's a five ship formation centered around the Eagle's Shadow, which serves as our fleet tender and flagship. No matter what you'd be on this ship as the other 4 vessels are capable of docking within it, allowing us to rotate crew and ships for rest cycles.
Here's the list of ships and their Captains.
Eagle's Shadow - Reagan Morgan
Kibeth, Squid - Alister Carn
Fifth Season, Junker - Ulric Culvin
Crimson Dragoon, Galleon - Alexi Kasparov
Tranquility, Goldfish - Reynard Larson
Here's the list of ships and their Captains.
Eagle's Shadow - Reagan Morgan
Kibeth, Squid - Alister Carn
Fifth Season, Junker - Ulric Culvin
Crimson Dragoon, Galleon - Alexi Kasparov
Tranquility, Goldfish - Reynard Larson
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The Lounge / Re: Cantina Writing Discussions
« on: June 11, 2016, 11:17:29 pm »
We have two ways of doing this, either your character is currently a member of the crew already, the easiest and for the moment prefered option that gets you right in, otherwise we'd have to wait till we reach another to get you in. We could do it with how Crow entered but I feel that the events surrounding that were a one time thing.
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The Lounge / Re: Cantina Writing Discussions
« on: June 11, 2016, 05:11:15 pm »
Been putting this off for far too long, I'll get a post in a few hours.
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The Lounge / Re: Prove you're oldfag
« on: May 22, 2016, 03:04:30 am »the Squid was not yet invented (nor the Mobula)
I thought the game started out with fish, squid, junker and galleon with pyra being added in the beta pre release?
This is correct.
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The Lounge / Re: Introducing the new CAs!
« on: May 20, 2016, 07:11:21 pm »Greetings fellow members of the community
I am Coldcurse, 3 year veteran, clan leader, privateer andalcoholic.
I'm not particularly good in making great first impressions. But when you finally get to know me, you'll notice I'm a pretty ok guy that is willing to help the ones who ask.
I've seen this game and its community rise from the darkest sand of the dunes, and get up as high as the phalic rock of the canyon ambush. I've seen many great names come and go along the adventure I have lived as a captain. But let us not forget the great things we have done in the past and look forward to the future.
I Coldcurse will therefor pledge myself to the Muse staff appointed over me, and field all questions, great and small, difficult or annoying, addressed to me be they by the person, or the mob.
I will try to keep myself sane although not sure about sober and regularly available as is necessitated by the Community Ambassador agreements and forms to which I have pledged my unconditional adherence.
Have clear skies and fortune in your adventure,
Coldcurse
Oh my, it finally happened.
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Feedback and Suggestions / Re: Suggestion: Crew disabling gun
« on: May 18, 2016, 02:49:36 am »No. Character lock weapons are the bane/cancer of all MP games.
No.
I'm with this guy, could we I don't know...
Not do this thing?
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Feedback and Suggestions / Re: More game modes?
« on: May 14, 2016, 09:49:48 pm »I believe they are intended for skirmish.They are.
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Feedback and Suggestions / Re: Dear Devs, Make Game F2p
« on: May 13, 2016, 05:56:05 pm »Calling for a thread lock. Thread has no real purpose.
He posted this exact same thread on Steam, and it got locked within 10 hours. The same fate likely awaits here.
I put a notice to the mods on discord, no one has yet to respond, a moment, I'll try again.
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Feedback and Suggestions / Re: Dear Devs, Make Game F2p
« on: May 13, 2016, 12:39:57 pm »
Calling for a thread lock. Thread has no real purpose.
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The Lounge / Re: Be Careful when Recording
« on: May 07, 2016, 02:38:43 am »
...The fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck?
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The Cantina / Re: Uncharted Skies
« on: May 06, 2016, 06:59:46 pm »
--Engineering, Eagle's Shadow--
What is this feeling...
Lorena felt something nagging at the back of her mind, it was akin to that of hatred, hatred of her father when he decided to do something stupid that more than likely involved the use of her engines. She shook her head and turned to address the airship crew now in her employ, hoping that the feeling was nothing and someone was not planning something stupid.
"Right! Follow my commands to the letter and lets get this done. You two!" She pointed to Jim and Peak "Check the drive shafts and belts for the number 1 engine, and you" she pointed to both Ulric and Arnold, "Check the fuel lines to both engines, we'll circle about to the rest once we're done here!"
Crowe was glad she was around, though she'll probably crash once they were done here, still, competence was enforced through shear force of will and he wouldn't have to deal with the swabbies who were too scared to touch anything important. Still, there was another thing. He looked at the twins standing bewildered in the middle of engineering.
"Are you two alright?"
--Bridge, Eagle's Shadow--
Reagan didn't know whether to be impressed or annoyed at the man giving orders on her bridge.
"The title is Captain, still-" she tipped the brim of her cap, "you're not wrong. Helm!" The young helm officer who until now had been standing off to the side jumped in surprise, Reagan patted the ship's wheel for them to take. "Mr. Allen tell engineering to rig for flank speed and tell the hanger bay to prepare my craft for launch."
She took a moment to look out into the storm, "Like hell we're letting them get away with this."
She turned and began making her way down to the hanger.
--Deserts ofKharak,Dune,Tatooine The Storm Coast--
Davis held onto his rifle as he hit the sand. It wasn't exactly pleasent but at least stand nominally shifted upon impact. He let his parachute drop to the sand before detaching himself from the mass of cloth. Kei came down moments later, landing with trained precision befitting an army pilot. The two of them shook out as much sand as they could before stuffing them back into their packs before eventually sitting together in the sand.
"So..." Davis turned to his fellow downed pilot, "doing alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. A few scratches but nothing serious."
He nodded, "Ah, good." There was a pause, "Don't suppose you have any food?"
"No."
"Damn." There was another pause, "Think they're going to be long."
"Probably."
What is this feeling...
Lorena felt something nagging at the back of her mind, it was akin to that of hatred, hatred of her father when he decided to do something stupid that more than likely involved the use of her engines. She shook her head and turned to address the airship crew now in her employ, hoping that the feeling was nothing and someone was not planning something stupid.
"Right! Follow my commands to the letter and lets get this done. You two!" She pointed to Jim and Peak "Check the drive shafts and belts for the number 1 engine, and you" she pointed to both Ulric and Arnold, "Check the fuel lines to both engines, we'll circle about to the rest once we're done here!"
Crowe was glad she was around, though she'll probably crash once they were done here, still, competence was enforced through shear force of will and he wouldn't have to deal with the swabbies who were too scared to touch anything important. Still, there was another thing. He looked at the twins standing bewildered in the middle of engineering.
"Are you two alright?"
--Bridge, Eagle's Shadow--
Reagan didn't know whether to be impressed or annoyed at the man giving orders on her bridge.
"The title is Captain, still-" she tipped the brim of her cap, "you're not wrong. Helm!" The young helm officer who until now had been standing off to the side jumped in surprise, Reagan patted the ship's wheel for them to take. "Mr. Allen tell engineering to rig for flank speed and tell the hanger bay to prepare my craft for launch."
She took a moment to look out into the storm, "Like hell we're letting them get away with this."
She turned and began making her way down to the hanger.
--Deserts of
Davis held onto his rifle as he hit the sand. It wasn't exactly pleasent but at least stand nominally shifted upon impact. He let his parachute drop to the sand before detaching himself from the mass of cloth. Kei came down moments later, landing with trained precision befitting an army pilot. The two of them shook out as much sand as they could before stuffing them back into their packs before eventually sitting together in the sand.
"So..." Davis turned to his fellow downed pilot, "doing alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. A few scratches but nothing serious."
He nodded, "Ah, good." There was a pause, "Don't suppose you have any food?"
"No."
"Damn." There was another pause, "Think they're going to be long."
"Probably."
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The Lounge / Re: Cantina Writing Discussions
« on: May 06, 2016, 05:37:16 pm »
Right I'm home and at a computer, I'll get a short post in.
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The Lounge / Re: Cantina Writing Discussions
« on: May 06, 2016, 04:28:47 pm »
We could send Alexi after our pilots or send someone out in Ulric's ship to grab them. Ulric himself is busy with engineering though we could send him out with a provisional crew.