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Post by hissrad on May 15, 2015 17:23:20 GMT -5
So....opinions on what planet to colonize?
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Post by ntsheep on May 15, 2015 17:38:32 GMT -5
"Ok, just got this message in. Templar Command and the counsel want to know what plant we want next."
"Anything is fine by me so long as I don't have to put up with your bull s%$# anymore."
"I think you mean sheep s&*(."
"There you go again! I have legitimate problems and you want to make light of them."
"You mean Dr Light? Guy that created Megaman?"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I was frozen today!"
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Post by hissrad on May 17, 2015 17:34:06 GMT -5
ntsheep @brutus Aurelius torvus Opinions on which planet to colonize? The other clans have decided already...
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Post by ntsheep on May 17, 2015 17:38:10 GMT -5
see post above yours ^^^^
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Post by hissrad on May 17, 2015 17:46:39 GMT -5
Ok hehe I only asked cause I hadn't decided either:P
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Post by En1gma on May 17, 2015 18:37:14 GMT -5
Might I suggest the Illgard Complex system on the Sydtax front? Lower rolls, but a prime location for a base. If this system was ill located, check #9 on the Cartography Thread
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Post by ntsheep on May 17, 2015 18:56:59 GMT -5
The emergency Templar space com channel opens, "Are you saying I have a complex En1gma. What do you mean by that remark." ntsheep yells. "Calm down Sir. He didn't mean it like that." ntsheep said calmly. "No! He's making fun of me. He's still PO'ed over the fact that I'm a secret weapon of Shalun and one little game of I Spy with that child." ntsheep ranted. "En1gma please ignore him right now. He doesn't mean it," "The hell I do!" "Sir, please calm down. Every one knows you don't have a complex, it's more like a small fort." "YOU TOO NOW! That's it! Come here!" Gunshots ring in the background and then the channel goes silent. |
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Post by En1gma on May 17, 2015 19:46:13 GMT -5
"Floop, exactly how much caffeine have you been cutting into his espresso? Poor sheep needs help. Bring me the keys to the cryo-stasis chambers, if you would be so kind, dear Floop."
En1gma walks down a long, dimly lit hallway, finding his way by the reflective strips set on the bottoms of the walls. Armed escorts follow closely behind him, but back off once he reaches the end of the hallway. In front of him stood an immense Perma-Crete door, set on a trio of massive hinges. The commander of the squad behind them stepped forward, removing the secondary key from around his neck. En1gma and the commander broke the security seal around their keys, removing the keycard and the combination from the remnants.
The commander signaled to his men, and a defensive perimeter was made to close off the corridor. A dozen bolts clicked into place, and the faint whir of plasma being charged echoed briefly in the confined space around them. In a practiced motion, the commander and En1gma set their cards into the twin slots on either side of the door, entered their codes and waited. A harsh metallic voice boomed forth from the ancient speaker nestled into the ceiling.
--CRYO-STASIS PROTOCOL FOXTROT--
--INITIATE THAW SEQUENCE--
The men behind them were beading sweat, but refused to waver. A low rumbling shook the floor, then each of the four locks began to slam open, one by one. The last lock fell away, causing the door to swing sharply open. From the opening came a chill mist that overflowed onto the floor and dissipated as it wafted around their feet.
"HOLD, MEN!" Shouted the commander, drawing his own sidearm. En1gma knelt down near the opening, and those behind him took aim at the doorway, laser sights shaking in the mist. The clicking of short claws bounced off the steel walls and the mist curled away near the bottom of the opening. A black and white figure jumped out of the mist and knocked the Alta Mesa delegate onto his ass, but instead of screaming, he just laughed. He laughed and laughed, and as the mist finally faded away, a dog could be seen, tail waving, pink tongue lapping the delegate's face. The pair wrestled for another few seconds, then with an unmistakable voice of authority, En1gma spoke a single word: "Sit."
One of the soldiers whispered aloud, "What is that thing?", causing En1gma to turn to him.
"My border collie, I had his DNA reconstructed before we entered stasis, but wanted to let him rest. He is needed now more than ever- get me to a com-terminal. Now."
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Post by hissrad on May 17, 2015 20:19:10 GMT -5
I vote we take Illgard Complex, as councillor En1gma suggested. |
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Post by torvus on May 17, 2015 21:44:56 GMT -5
The Torvus MK1 cruises lands, laser pointers dancince all over, loaded with torps. Floop come here my dear, on board. . . . Good girl that . *looks at map, and points that one will do fine* Now the sheep said he has the northen front covered so i am hunting for more. Ok boys fule her up..... are you sure we can't add more torps? Hum ok Now don't forget that is the one i want gentlemen. .. the one i pointed at  Takes off to the stars |
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Post by hissrad on May 17, 2015 22:00:53 GMT -5
"All that and he didn't vote" mutters an exasperated hissrad as he scratches his head and wanders off in the vague direction of the council chambers.
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Post by hissrad on May 18, 2015 13:54:27 GMT -5
Ok so if there are no objections I'll inform the the High Templar that we will take Illgard Complex for our colony.
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Post by En1gma on May 18, 2015 14:24:26 GMT -5
I believe that would be best. Templar Command has expressed a wish for an uptick in pacing, so the sooner your report is ready the better.
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Post by hissrad on May 23, 2015 20:46:33 GMT -5
In the absence of my fellow councillors I will take up the position of representative,if that's agreeable with the rest of the council?
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Post by ntsheep on May 23, 2015 20:52:02 GMT -5
I had to tie myself up because of all the weinie jokes. Sorry I couldn't get here. I've already said you make a good negotiator. Carry one.
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