TFF Original Space Adventure RPG: Seraphim

Aarik

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"Cheese it!" I 'shouted' and got up on Eastwood, "To the Mustang! Hi Ho Eastwood, AWAY!" I 'yelled' to the Droid.

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"That mean's go" I 'told' the Droid. (In case he didn't get it.)
 

Rooster455

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On the Seraphim Danny called out to the weapons stations, letting them know the situation and giving them orders not to fire unless he have the explicit order to. He would not have an incident spark another war because his fellow WecSpecs were trigger happy.

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Down on Big Sky, Libby sprinted back to the Shinigami, yelling for the uniformed officers to clear everyone away. She slammed her helmet on the moment she jumped into the seat and ran an abbreviated preflight to get her bird in the air as soon as possible.
 

zerohour

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"Engineers, get ready to earn your dinner. Everyone ready for emergency repairs and damage control?"

"Yes sir." was the chorused reply.

"Timmy, you didn't overcharge the main cannon, did you?"

"No sir."

"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you Timmy? I know you like to soup it up in a simulations."

"No worries sir."

"Good, I'd hate to have something explode because someone was stupid."

Having confirmed that Engineering was ready, Zeros continued to check the remainder of the ship for battle readiness. As he continued his work, he occasionally glanced over to the computer tied up with the information Stein had downloaded. The backup copies were almost complete, and should be finished by the time everyone returned.
 
Constance jumped in right behind Libby, her own helmet fastened. She ran through her half of the pre-flight quickly.

"Graham, how soon until our friends show up?" Constance barked.

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"Neelaa vessel seems to be decelerating... Estimate fifteen minutes until they drop out. Which will put them ten thousand kilometers away, sir," Maya reported, placing the plot of the Neelaa ship up on the main screen.
 
Graham lifted his comm to his lips. "About 15 minutes, Skipper. Estimate that they will revert to Realspace about ten thousand clicks off Serephim's bow." He muttered.
 

shibosho

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Inside the Mustang, Adel was felt uneasy. Partially due to the situation over the missing Espatier and partially due to a Neelaa ship entering the space zone of the planet. But mostly due to the little Neelaa girl who was sitting with Fallax across the room. Fallax didn't seemed bothered but everyone else in the Mustang couldn't help but think something was very wrong.

She was staring at everyone though she seemed to show a partial interest in Adel though. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for her glowing green eyes of ominous foreboding!

*So what's the deal with the girl, Adel?* Eastwood asked through the neural network.

*We found her in the reactor room after Jennings disappeared*

*How come the drones didn't find her the first time around?*

*I don't know Woody, I just don't know* Adel chanced another glimpse of the girl. She was slowly eating the candy bar that Fallax gave her.

A saying that Gray used to say rose from Adel's memory banks, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong"

Adel silently hoped that the girl didn't turn out to be some kind of crazy Neelaa experimental weapon who could kill them all without warning.
 

Rooster455

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Libby finished the preflight, checked that everyone was cleared away from the ship then gave the Captain a look.

"Hang on, Skipper."

That was all she said before gunning the craft, screaming for the stars.
 
The girl looked around the tightly packed cabin, blinking her large eyes as her gaze went from person to person. She zeroed in on Doctor Murasaki, tail stiff. Neelaa body language suggested intense focus and concentration.
 

shibosho

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Blip: BrandR, do you think the survey team is alright?
BrandR: Don't know.
Blip: Will we be fighting?
BrandR: Don't know
Blip: I don't know how to fight.....
BrandR: You have grenades in you hidden compartment.
Blip: But throwing bombs isn't fighting
BrandR: Why do you have grenades in you?
Blip: I don't know.
BrandR: Well whatever you do, do not get hit by plasma fire of something. Wouldn't want to blow up the ship do we now.
Blip: Yeah....
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"Eighty-six bottles of beer on the wall, eighty-six bottles of beer, take one down and pass it around. Eighty-five bottle of be-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, ADEL!"
 

zerohour

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Waiting was a killer. That was what Angela Touchstone was thinking as she prepped her team for contact with the Neela.

It wasn't certain that there would be combat. There was peace between their people, and they hadn't done anything to provoke them to aggression. In fact, there was a good chance that nothing would happen.

Still, growing up in a warzone, she saw firsthand how alliances, treaties, and pacts, were just pieces of paper in the heat of the moment. She saw how old wounds could overwhelm good sense and routine events could go horribly wrong.

THat didn't worry her too much. Her squad was ready for anything. She had been drilling them since they left port, and they knew exactly what she expected of them, and what she would do if their performance was anything less than exeptional. The only thing grinding on her nerves was the waiting.

Damn the accursed waiting. It felt like an entire year had passed since they had gone on alert, and it was KILLING her.
 
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