I am killing them as fast as I can :D

BB Nova spends her free time doing one of two things:

1) Taking over a table in the mess hall to strip and clean her giant array of weapons

2) Get drunk on engine cleaner moonshine and tell stories about her time in the drop marines.

This is one of her stories...

”Have you ever fraked up so bad that words don’t even begin to describe it? Thank god I haven’t but I know a guy. To this day I still don’t know why he didn’t eat his gun. I would have. I mean, something like that happens your life is over. Even if you’re still walking around and eating and fucking you’re life is over.

So I was in the drop marines, right? We get shipped to some asteroid or rebellious planet or whatever. They give us coordinates and we drop down and storm whatever needs to be taken over. Usually it’s a star port. Ships need to land troops and supplies so they send us first to secure a safe landing spot until the army takes over.

Sometimes it’s more interesting. I did a lot of pirate work where they would fire us through space at asteroid bases. Pirates or terrorists dig in deep and blasting through meters of rock isn’t cost effective so they shoot us there and we blow it up from the inside out. If it’s a good day we’re not inside when it goes boom.

So we got the orders to crack a pirate base, the navigator gets us to the coordinates, we load up into our shuttles and while the destroyers provide covering fire we head out in assault shuttles to breach air locks and take control. Overall this mission was like any other although the pirates were unusually well armed. Normally its just small arms and ragtag vacc suits. A marine in power armor cuts through them like a plasma torch to paper but these guys had serious firepower, top notch discipline and we lost a couple marines to heavy weapons fire. Obviously our intel had been terrible as they had told us this was just a standard pirate band and they were anything but. We figured they were some kind of mercenary group or terrorist cell that got misclassified, it happens sometimes. We continued onward though and it just got weirder from there.

I am legally obligated to tell you that what I saw was classified but between you and me even without the threat of prison I couldn’t tell you what the hell was going on.

We finish clearing it and head back to debriefing while the intelligence guys swept the place for intel. That’s when things went from weird to worse. We’re talking Admirals coming on board and telling us to never tell anyone about what we saw ever again. We were dumbfounded. Normally top brass doesn’t give a rat’s ass about us grunts but here were high Admrials, big name brass, talking to grunts directly. We were pulled from active duty and lodged in Hoffman Naval Base where we were isolated from everyone else. They had us do training and equipment maintenance but we were isolated for a month. No contacts in or out. Instead they would take us, one at a time, and put us in an interrogation room and grill us about everything. Not just about that mission but everything. Who we were sleeping with, who our second cousin twice removed was...anyway they put us through the wringer. I could go on but from here it doesn’t get very interesting and I’m’ sure you’d rather I jump ahead to the punchline.

That wasn’t a pirate base, obviously. It was some kind of Imperium top secret research station. It was off the books but was 100% certified and proper. Through a year and a half investigation it turned out to be the navigator’s fault. When he had plugged in the pirate coordinates he didn’t factor in orbital mechanics. He took us to where the pirate base was but wasn’t currently. Stupid stupid rookie mistake. Kid forgot to check a box or run a command or something. We should have just gone to the middle of nowhere but we just happened to get into sensor range of this back site research station and the thing about people staying off the grid is that they look the same whether they are pirates or terrorists or, in this case, top secret R&D.

The navigator technically didn’t do anything illegal, thankfully being terrible at your job isn’t a high crime so all they could do was dishonorably discharge him but people talk. Someone who makes that kind of colossal mistake isn’t going to be hired by anyone. Who is going to hire that guy. I don’t know what happened to him. I didn’t talk to flight staff and they didn’t talk to us grunts except to yell at us for breaking their ship. All I know is that guy’s life is over and me, I would have just finished the job.”

So until someone tells me to stop firing BB will continue to keep firing however I can delay until you've had some time to talk and/or get in communication with me.

  We're waiting on Varca and his player is/was having some issues IRL.

Yup, his bi-polar disorder is bothering him.

I get it but I just wanted to let you guys know ahead of time that your friendly plasma gunner isn't in the loop yet. I'm fine with continuing to melt face but I don't want to cause unwanted problems to the diplomacy attempts.

  Well, Zhouth could say something. He's currently a bit unsettled by these events, but I'm sure he'd manage to say exactly the right thing nonetheless. No chance whatsoever of any misunderstandings. Ahem.

Go for it! Only way you can fail is up!

  And there we go. Remember, whatever happens next, it's all BB Nova's fault!

In reply to Zhouth (msg # 917):

     I hope I remembered the Clan name correctly....frankly, I was just too lazy to look it up ^_^

     And I am not Bi-Polar, ya Screw-Head!  I'm Manic Depressive!  ^_^

     It's an insult to Bi-Polar Folks everywhere to compare a yotz like me to them.  They are a much better class of people ^_^

Bi-polar IS Manic Depressive. But you know that. My wife of 26 years is one. She's also Schizophrenic so she hears voices on top of it!
This message was last edited by the player at 11:13, Sat 02 May 2020.

In reply to Theodore McFarlane (msg # 919):

Now see, right there!  Right there!  Just one more example of how Psychologists just lie right to my face!

When I was a kid, getting therapy, I was never told that!  I was just told that--along with all the other issues I had ^o^--I was "Manic Depressive" but, and I quote, "it's not too bad.  Every now and then you'll go through some mood swings, like being really, really sad without knowing why, and then a couple days later you might be super happy, and again, not know why.  We're going to give you some therapy, and show you how to get through these times..."  Nobody ever said Bi-Polar!

What a Screw-Head that guy was.

I dunno.  For all I know he was giving me a full load of bullshit.  It was the Dark Ages--1974--I was 12.  I barely understood what he was talking about--I was too busy trying to understand what everyone around me got all worked up about when they kept saying "Sociopathic Tendencies"...

^_^

Not to worry, folks.  It was/is just a few "Tendencies"--I'm not a full-blown Sociopath (and besides, Hollywood depicts that all wrong)--and after 18 months of behavioral programming therapy!  I meant therapy!  I had a whole repertoire of learned responses programmed into me to ensure I could be a respectable and productive member of society.

Hang on...I can't type while I'm laughing this hard...

ROFLMAO!!!!! Yes Laughing out loud!

Varca, I want  you in every game I play :D We are going to have a lot of fun in this game if we ever get going again.

He has his own game he hasn't started yet!

In reply to Theodore McFarlane (msg # 923):

That's because I'm trying to figger out how to start that game with the literary equivalent of "Jazz Hands"!!  ^_^

It really should be any minute now....

In reply to Varca Lexand (msg # 924):

Oh!  I just had a thought!

Hey, Zhouth....whisper-whisper-whisper...

If you need help with setting up a game here there is a tutorial on the Pathfinder community forum for advanced rPoL features

OOC:


     Apologies.  Misunderstanding.  Not "start" as in "putting together" or "building" the game page, but "start" as in "writing a kick-ass post that starts things off".

     C'mon!  I'm too much of an Egotist to admit putting a game site together is beyond me ^_^

  Well, if Zhouth had the free focus to say anything, he'd definitely be skeptical of the idea of making crew out of people who are very likely to take their first opportunity to kill you in your sleep and claim the ship...

In reply to Zhouth (msg # 928):

Very likely.  The gamble I'm taking is that none of these idiots knows how to pilot a ship.

*cough*

Maybe someone should let your new friend with a BFG know what's going on and then she can use said BFG to protect against any double crossings.

(I have your comms but not the Vexspers so I didn't hear the parlay talk)

In reply to BB Nova (msg # 930):

Well...that's because the Crew's tame Vespexer hasn't told the Crew, yet, that he's invited all the smelly Vespexers aboard the ship for cocktails.

And that's why they can't share that fact with you.

^_^

  You know, we should still have at least one or two bottles of Asim Brown, along with whatever was picked up at the palace...

In reply to Zhouth (msg # 932):

I got a few cases of brandy and cigars.