Tag: Arc VI

Classic OtherSpace Log: Not Rapid, But Reliable

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

It is early in the desperate journey of the colony vessel Sanctuary, with her myriad inhabitants still struggling to live together…and tensions are rising…

PING! The lift doors slide open, and a massive Zangali rumbles off, his head hanging due to sheer weight between his shoulders. His spiked hands dangle toward the floor, threatening to scrape the deck.

Marcus is standing with Teel and Firemane, evidently having some sort of a conversation with the two.

Teel nods to Marcus, grinning. “Aight. I look forward ta hearin bout yer changes, Sly.”

Hogan lights up a cigarette, looking at the directory

Firemane glances over toward the Zangali, but suprisingly no disgust shows on her face.

Knuckles cocks his head slightly, lifts his snout and snorts the air. He growls, turning slowly, speaking before he sets eyes on…”Demarian.”

Firemane raises her head, her stance utterly polite and formal. “Yes?”

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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: 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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Classic OtherSpace Log: Whack A Weasel

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

The Sanctuary Goodwill Games are under way. One of the first matches pits attorney Jacob Gettleman against the Nall Soth Betoth in a fencing match that yields some amusing results, if not an abundance of goodwill.

Smuggler’s Cove — Fighting Arena

This is a fairly large room with a high ceiling. In the center of the room is a raised square platform that resembles an old-style boxing ring, complete with ropes and turnbuckles. The ring is lighted by a series of white spotlights overhead, and the rest of the room is dark. Around the ring, arranged in rows, are seats for spectators, but despite the appearance of size for the room, there is only enough seating for perhaps 200 people.

Betoth continues to stare at Jacob. His eyes nictate and he snarls, “This? This is what I am to fight?”

Jacob finishes limbering up, grips his nub-tipped saber in his right hand and smiles crookedly at Betoth. “Worried, are you?”

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