Month: November 2013

Classic OtherSpace Log: Intolerance

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

Duke Buchanan spreads his message of not-so-good will to some of the alien denizens of Sanctuary…

Flight Deck <UCV Sanctuary>

– Sanctuary –

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A high, broad chamber that serves as the flight prep and launch deck for the Sanctuary colony ship. A blister module high atop the port wall, above the entrance, serves as the control tower. To starboard, a wide slit opens onto the blackness of space. The cargo bay is aft. A muster room is fore.

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MacDonald frowns at the packages but looks back to Volestad, “Well then..if you can get our ID cards set up and move us into the schedule..I’d appreciate it very much..”

Volestad flickers with yellow as Arn’ga approaches. “Yes?” he says, and also gives a nod to MacDonald. “Of course.”

Buchanan strides onto the flight deck, his eyes taking in the activity.

MacDonald smiles slightly and then glances over at Arn’ga

Arn’ga straightens from his looming. “You stare at me too long, why?” his spine bristles seem to move slightly in agitation.

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Choices

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

The Consortium Council gathers to discuss recent events, ranging from developments on Demaria to the capture of the shadowtrappers menacing Centauri to Ist’thol’mek’s application for Consortium membership.

Council Chambers

This is the Consortium Council Offical Chambers, where all of the Consortium’s important decisions are made. The room is centered around a large, black, ovular confrence table. This table has six seats on each side and one at the head. At each place on the table is a small computer console and a microphone, for the use of council members. In the center of the table is a pyramid-shaped device; a holograpic projector.

Security officers patrol this room constantly when it is not in use, making sure no one gets in except for the members and their aides.

Dahan floats into the chamber. Suspended from its collar is a 14 inch diameter bubble of a transparent material, inside of which rests the wriggling Marda. Dahan floats over, and takes its place at the table.

From the balcony above: Denick walks in quitely, and takes a seat near the front as well.

Marda looks about curiously.

From the balcony above: Blackface steps in, sitting in a chair near the back. He rests his cap on his lap.

Dahan plugs in a cable from it’s collar to the table. Soon, a computerized voice says, “Vocalizer on-line.”

Fimkin is sitting in his chair, studying his furry fingers with sleepy intensity.

Avocet’s weary Odarite aide sets the metallic box on the platform beside the general’s seat. Avocet nods, then goes back to studying his datapad display.

Volnarra has arrived.

Dahan turns its head a little to the left, then to the right. “I see we still have a few guests that need to arrive. We will wait for the Mekke delagation.”

Several Mekke guards, their black carapaces gleaming under the lights, scurry into the chamber through the archway, taking up positions on either side of the arch.

Volnarra strides in quickly, her gown flaring about her legs, her skin a pale red. “Greetings, please forgive my tardiness.”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Trial of Talis Grant

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Col. Talis Grant (FettaS) and his second-in-command from the SCD Indomitable face a court martial for their role in an incident that led to the deaths of thousands of Sivadians during Arc III (Pandora’s Lament).

Situation Room – SCCV VERSAILLES

– SCCV Versailles

A projection screen and interstellar map dominate the aft bulkhead of this spacious chamber, with a podium before the screen that bears the Vanguard seal – an eagle clutching a lightning bolt in one taloned foot and a bushel of wheat in the other, against a backdrop of blazing stars. Two dozen chairs are arranged in four rows of six for crew and pilots to gather for briefings. A Stellar Consortium index terminal is off to port. To starboard, a holographic imager table allows officers to plan military strategy in three dimensions.

Entering moments before the Colonel, a Captain in stiff, creased dress uniform enters. The expression on his face is emotionless, though a lurking impression of anger and hatred runs rampant.

With short, crisp strides, a prim and proper man wearing a starched uniform and rank insignia of Colonel arrives. He nods to a passing yeoman as she stride from the room, documents in hand. “Evening, Gentlemen.”

AB145Q swivels its head to regard the Colonel, and blinks in acknowledgement. “Good evening, Colonel.”

Richards nods “Evening Colonel”

FettaS arrives from Corridor – Deck 1 – SCCV VERSAILLES.

FettaS enters from outside.

Marcus looks dispassionately at the newly arrived, thus far unknown Colonel. “Colonel.” Is all he says in a raspy voice, already making his way towards a nearby seat.

Kaspar arrives from Corridor – Deck 1 – SCCV VERSAILLES.

Ash arrives from Corridor – Deck 1 – SCCV VERSAILLES.

Kaspar changes his stance to attention at the sight of his superiors.

Jenkins clears his throat, making his way towards the head of the situation room’s table. Once there he turns to survey the room and the accompanying officers. His eyes scan the gathering group, stopping on Richards’ face, then Marcus, Kaspar and the newly arriving Ash. Finally, it comes to rest on AB145Q’s presence after briefly flickering past FettaS’ own visage. “Are we ready, Colonel?”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Interlude with a Vampire

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

When Nall spices and Jordan’s 13-Alarm Ungstiri Chili meet, the result is a dream of bizarre proportions for Orandius Jaxx, Emissary Head of the Mystics…

From the familiar confines of the Fool’s Pride bunk module and a deep, uneasy sleep, Jaxx suddenly finds himself rudely awakened in:

Hog Heaven

A swirling, rather nebulous region, where is anyone’s guess. Occasionally the odd incandescent bubble drifts up amongst the many color swirls and pops gently, releasing tiny little piglets with wings that merrily flit about, as well as miniature Harleys revving hellfire and brimstone, also be-winged. Louder rumbles herald the approach of larger Harleys, oftentimes pillioned by chunky porkers in leather, sunglasses, and sometimes, flower-child clothing. Pink elephants of all size, winged, cherubic and kazoo-bearing, float about in humble servant capacity for the slightest wish or whim.

Dream-Sequence Vampire

A crow of a man with disconcerting sunken eyes of indeterminate color, they always seem to gleam. Tall, with the gaunt, pale features of a scavenger, he wears tunic and trousers of coarse black cloth. The trousers are folded under where the right leg ends below the knee. A tattoo of barbed wire encircles his left eye and loops around his shaved head, trailing down his left cheek and around his neck. He wears big glittery pink sunglasses and a blue feather boa. His biker boot is sprouting with rhino tusks. He’s wearing a big crimson fez and a Groucho Marx plastic nose and mustache…and a Karl Marx faux beard.

Vampire perches atop a massive Harley Davidson motorcycle, revving the engine madly and smoking a cartoonishly huge stogey.

Vampire takes off his big pink glittery sunglasses long enough to wink suggestively at Jaxx, then slips them back on again. “Evenin’, sunshine.” He smooches at Jaxx.

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