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stellaralchemist · 6 years

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Come Fly With Me - A Summary

Or: The Gang Robs Protostar

The Starchaser let down amid the jungles of Celestion, the clouds above heavy with rain and rolling with thunder. It was a gloomy day, the jungles lightened only by the lights from the ship and the fires of a crashed ship just at the other end of their little clearing.

“Okay, but how come the ship is on fire?” Jeremy Murdoch asked, sensibly enough given the situation. He was reasonably pragmatic for an exiled Cassian who seemed to spend at least fifty percent of his time inebriated.

"Yeah... I thought it crashed last year or something,” Lady Starheart supplied, but it was too late. The back end of the ship was not on fire and despite the fact it was covered in tumbling vines that should suggest it had been here far too long to be on fire the gang was away.

It wouldn’t really do to be last on the ship, would it? Lady Starheart always ran freckled-face first into danger.

As the gang scrambled around like ants, trying to make hide or hair of this fascinating vessel the ever-sensible Morducai, with his oddly glowing pistols, waited down below. He was far too sensible to get caught in the trap, the trap which appeared to have sprung when rustling sounded from the side. Unluckily for Morducai he seemed to be wrong, and the little bot appeared to be harmless.

Bolo was a Chua, and Bolo was not wholly sensible. E excitedly poked around the little bot before announcing to the crowd, "Is just new Protostar bot. No bombs. Unless bombs come in original model." E couldn’t seem to stop irself looking just a little disappointed with this fact.

"Aww, poor buddy," Bron said, taking a step up to have a look. The granok was always sympathetic to robots, perhaps because (with proper maintenance and unlike the humans around him) they could live as long as he could. "Must'a gone down with the ship."

The granok scraped some mud away from the bot. “You look like an Isaac.”

The gang, with some intermittent bickering, and with the Isaac’s help discovered a door, its keypad indicating that it was even still being powered, at least a little bit. The red light waxed and waned over its face.

“Ooh, power! Good news for us, probably.” Bolo exclaimed. Bolo was relentlessly positive.

"Hopefully," Jeremy muttered to the chua. He was not as relentlessly positive. "Unless there's turrets behind the door or something."

“Is that likely, with Protostar?” Seeker asked, it was possible he was the least positive person in Celestion at the moment, given the current company this was also extremely impressive.

"One advertising bot and nothing else is a bit weird though, right? Protostar shit is usually so... you know, protected,” Lady Starheart pointed out helpfully. It was all a bit weird.

At the door, Jeremy was having trouble. He had a special eye that should have helped him get in, as it stood all he managed was to explode the panel. That made things rather difficult for Bolo, who tried to reconnect some wires. E managed the wires alright, they shocked the chua so badly e ended up rolling down the stairs, smelling of burnt fur.

Jenny Brightmist had a laser, and as the usual ways of opening a door didn’t seem to be working she tried that. Jenny Brightmist was an engineer, an excellent one at that, but even she couldn’t seem to do much more than put a little dent in the thing. Protostar was not fond of being robbed but they also weren’t immune to being blown up. The slightly weakened door coupled with a large number of explosives rendered the doors into pieces and revealed a treasure hoard of gadgets and gizmos, many of which were most definitely not for public consumption.

The hoard was enough to send Bolo into a dead faint but Yautja, the old draken, the clanlord of Mikros who was now the clanfather by default of the Starchaser, knew how to sort that out at least. "He'll come to. Watch this." He leaned down over the chua and said, lowly, "Morducai is touching your tools."

As the crew began to load up the goods, Bolo launched irself at the one-eyed man while Lady ran behind screaming, "Bolo! Bolo no! Yautja was just trying to wake you up buddy! Don't hurt his face!" She hesitated and helpfully added, "Or his dick!"

It took the crew a few hours to load up the hoard of equipment, above the sky rumbled with thunder and below the crew sat on the ramp, sweating, as the last few pieces went away. Isaac, who had helpfully followed along and beeped cheerfully was nowhere to be seen, an oddity that the crew may have happily overlooked had a heart-rending and panicked mess of beeps not sounded from somewhere in the woods.

Bron was off already, that soft spot for robots would get him hurt one day, and behind him Lady Starheart, whose soft spot for idiots would get her killed. From there it was a domino effect of sorts. Yautja followed along with Jenny, and then Morducai and Jeremy. Seeker and Bolo were smart, they stayed back, at least for the moment.

Isaac was in a clearing, found smoking and injured, its front panels gouged away. It sounded as though something stalked the woods around and Bron, helpful as he was, focused on fixing the droid. Lady Starheart called for Bolo to bring them supplies, something she regretted when the Chua appeared and, beneath the clearing, a crude trap door sent all but Morty, Seeker, and Jeremy tumbling into a cage.

The trapped gang came to with numerous injuries, a snapped leg, cracked ribs, an injured shoulder… perhaps the worst was Yautja’s broken tail. Those were important to Draken, having it broken was a rather large tragedy. Still, none of them were in as bad a state as the bones around them, so there was still hope.

They lay in pain until helpfully supplied with medkits and a few beers from the safe men above. There didn’t seem to be anything to perform a rescue with, either inside the ship or outside. And so, after an hour’s work at the top the three men disappeared and the injured five below were left in the dark, to ponder what had happened to the bones around them.

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It was six hours or so, before anything happened. When it did it came in the form of a J-X3 Protostar Shipping Protection Unit, its shoulder-mounted laser cannons were decorated with red and gold leaves tied together with vines and it communicated toward the cage in a series of beeps. It looked like it might be an Edgar, possibly a Francis. It came with five other protection units, these ones smaller and flying.

“This definitely how Chua expected to die,” Bolo observed. That was fair, now that it was upon them it seemed reasonable now they would all die this way.

Edgar/Francis tried to communicate, Bron tried to translate, they came to the agreement that what the bots wanted was the Starchaser and this was non-negotiable.

"Tell them they can get fucked,” Lady said after two abrupt a laugh. “Over my dead body and all of yours. Sorry Bolo, dude." She did sound apologetic about that but at least this way her mother would be wrong and she wouldn’t be dying alone.

"That's a no from the captain, friend. How about we work something else out?" Bron asked hopefully but this was not a negotiation on either side. But Isaac was there and Isaac was helpful. It tried to point out the power core in the corner and may have succeeded then if Seeker hadn’t appeared in another cave mouth.

The three men who had not fallen had been trudging all day, through miles of twisting caves, until they found a tunnel that opened here. And now, frustrated, Seeker has stepped out to try to negotiate. This may have been a poor decision given the jumpiness and unease of the bots, one fires and burns the man’s arm. It is not going well.

The bots descended into bickering, the one that shot Seeker even tries to offer him a pebble as an apology. It isn’t going well. The pebble clatters to the ground. The bot looks upset if bots can.

In the cage Bron is just excited to see Jeremy, they are good friends after all. A few pleasantries are exchanged, an attempt to understand what is going on. Edgar (or Francis) points to the power core, it lies dead in the corner beside a powerless bot. An examination of the others yields an indication that they’re all running low on power, their indicators are yellow and red.

Jenny voidslipped out of the cage, why she hadn’t done that hours ago was anyone’s guess but now she stood next to Morty, looking over the power core.

"Power core's fine,” Morty said “Just off. Looks like these bots tried to fix the damage to it and got themselves fried."

"Shame,” Jenny said without meaning it.

They got to work while the bots freed the caged group. They did look excited to be free at least, it was better than being in the cage. The bots seemed mostly curious about them, the bots hadn’t seen people in a while, not living ones anyway.

On the edge of the room Jenny, Seeker, and Bolo were at work on the power core while Jeremy and Bron determined whose fault this was (Bron’s) and Lady Starheart expressed her happiness that Morty had not “Stolen her ship and fucked off”.

Things, it seemed, had ended well for the gang. They repowered the robots (who still had a cage full of bones it was best not to think about) and said their farewells to Isaac, who sent them off happily. And then, well, they were up in the air. Back home and safe.

Well, except for Bron who had a bomb around his neck, but that was very much a different issue.

#Lady Starheart #jeremy murdoch #Morducai Mossfoot #seeker eldanhand #Yautja Huntsworn #Jenny Brightmist #Bron Dreadnaught #The Starchaser #Treasure Hunt Adventures #WSRP #Adventurelogs In Space

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fantasticfriends · 7 years

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Shadow of the Empress - Update II

Yesterday was the seventh annual hoverbike race at Hellrose Raceway! Fantastic Enterprises took the spotlight in commercial breaks instead of Protostar this year, and it was a thrilling race to be sure! Out of thirty-four racers the favorites to win the year’s biggest hoverbike race were the Humans Grant ‘Gladius’ Williams, and Jenny ‘Firestrike’ Brightmist, Granok Mason ‘Avalanche’ Slater, Aurin Mimi ‘Sugarpop’ Dewdrop, and the Ekose Otis ‘Papa’ Beeko. The FE crew and friends joined Jet Hellmatite in the VIP booth this year. The race began with a clean start, and the racers were off with an impressive roar that thrilled the crowds packed into the grandstands. Jenny, thanks to her placement from her qualifying times, started the race at seventh, and quickly pulled ahead. It was a riveting race, with two crashes, and the final third of the race saw the two human favorites battling for first place. Nearing the final stretch Grant, who was pulling into the lead, risked an attempt to throw Jenny off course. It sent both racers into a dangerous spin, one that Jenny barely managed to use to her advantage to take the lead and win the race! Meanwhile, in the VIP booth Jet was a source of amusement several times as he scolded and coached the two racers that he managed. Near the end of the race it was Jeremy Murdoch who saw something amiss -- a sandy blond head and a flashy marauder’s coat that he recognized. The wanted Marauder Captain, Seth Blackstar who disappeared as quickly as he came. Shouting and cursing, Jeremy rushed from the booth into the wild, cheering crowds, he was followed by Rook, Seeker, Elrabin, and Lady. The remaining twenty-nine racers blazed across the finish line, and the bikes joined together to drive a slow cool down lap both for themselves and the enjoyment of the spectators. Too few seemed to notice the small aircraft appearing out of the head of the desert to the west. Suddenly not even a hundred yards from the track the sound of a cannon ripped through the happy chaos of the racetrack. A spiked marauder ballista bolt shot towards the track, tearing through the back of Jenny’s bike, and the resulting explosion threw a dozen riders. Lady Starheart fired a brilliant shot at the attacking vessel, killing it’s pilot and sending it spinning away to be finished off by raceway fighters. As emergency personnel rushed to the wounded bikers, Granok and Mordesh guards and attendants saw to the safety of everyone in attendance. Elrabin Lichengrove having spotted a marauder fighter slipping away in the distance, attacked with a keen use of espernetics, significantly damaging the fleeing vessel. He then took off after it in attempt to try and find where it was going. By then Jeremy was already demanding to be let through, and Rook Vlakovian certainly put the wills and loyalty of the guards keeping spectators from the burning wreck of bikes to the test. Seeker Eldanhand was the only one to slip through, using a surprising espernetic shove to force back a Granok guard and rush through the crowd of nurses, staff, and racers to get to Jenny just as the unconscious and wounded young woman was being whisked to the medical ward. Inarious Morovichi, the second of the raceway’s two owners appeared then to motion for the crew to meet him below. When the small group reached the ward, the medical bay was filled with wounded racers, and the waiting area filled with worried family and friends. The medical staff rushed about, and among the fifteen injured, two were pronounced dead (two gentlemen, one Human, one Grumple). Morovichi was nowhere in sight. Jeremy was allowed in (no thanks to the efforts of Lady), though much to Rook’s dismay and fury she was not allowed in for the time being. Jenny’ is currently unconscious. Somehow she sustained only minor lacerations and burns, road rash, several broken and cracked ribs, and a leg fracture, though there is a concern that she has internal bleeding. After her ruined helmet was carefully removed, the doctor delivered the woman’s necklace and a red, cracked FE pin to the watching Seeker and Jeremy, saying that she is very, very lucky to be alive.

#Shadow of the Empress #Jenny Brightmist #Jeremy Murdoch #Seeker Eldanhand #Rook Vlakovian #Lady Starheart #Elrabin Lichengrove #Jet Hellmatite #Intarious Morovichi #Hellrose Raceway #fantastic enterprises #WSRP #Wildstar #RP

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thatnamejeremy · 6 years

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Regarding Mistakes

((This mistake, specifically. At first. Enjoy.))

[Text: Seeker are you busy]

[No more than usual.]

[so yes then]

[Did you want something?]

[I don't want to cause a huff. But I might have done something stupid.]

[Since when is that a surprise?]

[cute]

[What do you want?]

[we should probably meet in person]

[I'm at the lab.]

[omw]

Jeremy would arrive at Seeker's lab, roughly an hour after his last text. A steady drizzle had soaked through his clothes on his dash from the teleport pad. Hunched a little against the chill, he knocked steadily on Seeker's lab door.

Seeker pulled the door open and wordlessly stepped back to let the dripping Jeremy inside. "What's this about?" he asked, without preamble. From both his tone and his expression, he was in no mood for casual games.

Skirting into the lab, shoes squeaking on the tile, Jeremy ushered himself past Seeker and gave the rain behind him a good look before he moved to push the door shut. "Okay, listen, before we get started here, I just want to state that they came after me first."

Seeker sighed shortly. "What are you talking about?" he pressed, more pointedly. He looked tired as he closed the door again and turned to stare at Jeremy.

He turned to look at Seeker, and for a moment he looked almost apologetic. "I know you have a lot of shit going on right now," he said, keeping his voice oddly low. "But um... Rook told me. About the Underviolet shit. That's why you've been weird, isn't it?"

Seeker stiffened, an odd look crossing his face. “Yes,” he conceded carefully, and then he frowned at Jeremy. “...why?”

"Because they threatened me," he explained, words catching for a moment. His hands swiped back through his damp hair. "And I might have sort of threatened back."

Seeker's lips parted silently for a moment as he stared at Jeremy in disbelief. "You did what?" he managed hoarsely.

Jeremy blinked back at Seeker, looking for the moment, rather lost. "I... I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Oh, yes, right. Because escalating a situation is always a good idea." Seeker continued staring at him as his voice rose. "That's how fucking wars start, Jeremy. Because someone decides threatening isn't enough." He dragged a hand through his hair, looking away, and then rounded on him again. "What's happened?"

If anything, Jeremy seemed to shrink back a little as Seeker's voice grew louder. "Nothing - well nothing like..." he sighed as he tripped over more words. "They've frozen my bank account. Aaand they somehow got my pilot's license suspended. Also the debt. There's a lot of sudden debt."

Seeker shot him a very repressive look. "Was it worth it?" he asked, sarcasm covering something more uneasy. "Does the satisfaction you got from shooting your mouth off make up for all that?"

"Seeker we've both made a lot of mistakes this year," Jeremy said, attempting to sound level as his eyes scanned over Seeker

“No - this, *this* was not a mistake,” said Seeker. “This was just deliberate idiocy. You don’t threaten Underviolet *by accident*.” He exhaled sharply, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey they threatened me first, what was I supposed to do?" he snapped back. Immediately he pressed a controlled breath through his lungs. "I'm tired of people trying to hold shit over my head, Seeker. These assholes are poking around, trying to stir everyone up and make people afraid. Who are we if we feed into it?"

“Fine, don’t feed into it. But that doesn’t mean you go and threaten them back. They were likely daring you to do something just so they could pull this on you.” Exhaling loudly again, he looked down. “What did you actually do?”

"Technically I didn't really threaten them," he corrected himself. "I just sorta... Well, here," reaching into his inside pocket, he withdrew a rather cheap looking datachron, flicked it on, and passed it to Seeker to show him the text.

Taking it, Seeker stared at the picture for several long moments. “...you’re fucking suicidal,” he said weakly, but there was an unwilling twitch to his lips as he said it.

Despite it all, Jeremy zoned in on that lip twitch and found himself breaking into a smile. "I mean I bet they weren't expecting that though, so..." he muttered, almost sounding accomplished. Almost.

“That I can agree with.” He passed the chron back, shaking his head. “But I’m not surprised they froze everything that’s yours. Not after that.” He seemed to have calmed slightly, though he was still frowning.

"Okay, so how do we make it unfrozen?" Jeremy asked, slipping the datachron back into his pocket. "And what do we do now?"

Seeker pursed his lips. “I don’t know. What do you want me to do, hack your bank account and get your money back somehow?”

Jeremy's eyebrows raised. "Is that an option?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

“I was joking,” said Seeker thinly. “They’re probably keeping an eye on it.”

"Fucking figures," he muttered, tossing his head back. Running his fingers through his hair once more, he tossed an idle look around, if only because it felt rather uncomfortable to look at Seeker. When he spoke again, all the energy was gone from his voice. "I imagine this is probably obvious, but I should maybe mention that they know who I am," he added.

Seeker forced out a slow breath through his nose. “And me,” he said lowly, his lip twitching in a way that was more unhappy than amused now. “Fuck. What the hell do they want?”

Jeremy's eyes narrowed a little, face pinching towards something... confused, maybe? Concerned? It was hard to tell. "See - I was thinking that you would have a way better idea of that than I would," he admitted.

Seeker dragged his fingers through his bangs. “All I know is, we got their attention when we barged into Dalca’s base last year. But Dalca is dead now. And until now, I can’t think of anything any of us has done to provoke them.”

"Maybe they want to hire us," Jeremy joked drily, shooting Seeker a thin smirk.

“Somehow I doubt it,” muttered Seeker. He looked up again, his face becoming more serious. “Does Jenny know?”

Jeremy stared back at Seeker with a rather blank expression. "No," he said, after a pause. "How much should she know?"

Seeker shook his head slowly. “Everything about Underviolet is still supposed to be classified, until I’m told otherwise. But on the other hand, she’s going to find out about your...issues, and probably sooner rather than later.”

A soft, but nevertheless rather long sigh left him. "I don't know. We have our next 'salvage' mission coming up. If I can get some money from that, it can buy me some time."

Seeker nodded. "It's worth a try." He hesitated, then went on with grim humour, "If you continue to escalate this, at least don't make the next one a dick pic."

"But, you're saying it's okay if I escalate it then," Jeremy tilted his head, lips forming a lopsided smirk.

Seeker gave him a look that was half angry and half exasperated. “No, I’m not,” he told him. “And I’m not saying you, or any of us, should just be sitting here and letting them hold this over us. But we need to be smart about it, not smartass.”

Something in Jeremy's expression shifted slightly. "So then what can we do about it?" he asked, perfectly serious.

Seeker rubbed at his forehead, possibly stalling, or maybe just trying to hide the fact that he had very little in the way of ideas. "Try to get more information, without provoking them again," he offered after a few moments.

"Okay," Jeremy gave a definitive nod. "Well... that can't be too hard then."

Seeker’s brows lifted incredulously. “What the hell is your definition of ‘hard’ in this instance?”

“Ah but Seeker, you’re forgetting,” Jeremy cracked a smirk. “We have a demon in a teapot that could come in real handy for this sort of thing.”

Seeker’s face tightened a little. “I prefer not to leave issues like this in the hands of someone who hates us.”

Jeremy waved a hand. “We just have to be careful about wording. We’ll get a lawyer,” he suggested, though whether or not he was joking was left to interpretation.

Seeker let out a short sigh. “For fuck’s sake, Jeremy, just let him go,” he said, with surprising heat.

Jeremy's eyebrows shot upward, and then immediately furrowed back down. "Are you serious? He tricked us."

“And? I’d trick you too, if it meant avoiding being bound in slavery to you.”

"Hey, if he would have just been up front about the whole 'him being a demon' thing, maybe things would have turned out a bit differently. But we almost died out there, Seeker. Farid did die - you don't think that warrants a little payback?"

Seeker inhaled sharply, his lips twisting. “Don’t you dare use Farid as an excuse to justify your petty greed,” he gritted out. “This has nothing to do with payback. This is just you taking advantage of someone’s helplessness for your own gain.”

Jeremy's expression maintained much of its composure, though his jaw did clench slightly before he spoke. "This has everything to do with payback, Seeker. You think I need some spirit to earn my money for me? No," he shook his head. "You saw how he was being when we got back. We were wrecked and all he wanted was to make sure his ass didn't get pulled back into that fucking lamp. So don't talk to me about selfishness. That asshole can sit for a while and I refuse to feel bad over it."

“So he just sits there in captivity until his new master deigns to let him out, and then only to make him do what he wants?” Seeker glared at Jeremy, contempt in his eyes. “What a wonderful existence.”

Jeremy squinted at Seeker. "Why are you so damn concerned about this? It's a demon. It's bound to a thing. That's its schtick. Also do I need to remind you again that it lied to us and we could have died? I feel like that's a big thing here."

Seeker let out an angry hiss. “Just because that’s where you think it should be doesn’t make it right! Let’s throw you into a metal jar for a while and see how you like it!”

Despite Seeker's anger, Jeremy's lips pulled into a wry smirk. "Seeker, is this you trying to be threatening?" he asked in a way that almost would have been coy if it weren't laced with his particular brand of venom.

Seeker released a harsh and scathing breath. “You really don’t know me, then, if you think that was a threat. I don’t lock people away in tiny spaces until I decide they’re going to behave better.” His lip curled, though his eyes were still smouldering with anger. “Let’s hope that’s not what Underviolet decides to do with you when you keep pissing them off.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, man,” Jeremy let out an exasperated grumble and rolled his eyes. The smirk stayed in place, but it had begun a transition into more of a sneer. “This isn’t indefinite. This isn’t me fucking playing judge, jury, and executioner. But this thing isn’t getting off free, either. Can you honestly say there is nothing out there, at all, that you would consider wishing for if you had the chance?”

“That’s not the point!” snarled Seeker. “Of course there is - but not at someone else’s expense!” He gestured brusquely then. “Have you told him that? Have you told him exactly how long you plan on keeping him in there?”

"He punched me the last time we spoke, I thought I'd give him some time before I tried for a conversation," Jeremy seethed back.

“In other words, from his perspective, he’s trapped in there indefinitely. I would have fucking punched you too.”

Jeremy crossed his arms, standing himself up a little so that he could very much look down at Seeker. "Well why don't you go ahead then, since you seem so passionate to speak on his behalf?"

Seeker regarded him without moving. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he said caustically. “Give you an excuse to get really mad at me and then ignore everything I’m saying.”

"I assure you, I'm perfectly capable of ignoring you without further assistance," Jeremy replied in a lofty tone. "Between you and Bron I have enough people breathing down my neck over the situation so you want it? Come and get it. You can free the damn thing and see how long it takes for it to eat you."

"I may just take you up on that," said Seeker lowly. "But in the meantime, there's the door. Use it." He turned abruptly and stalked upstairs.

Jeremy watched Seeker brush up the stairs for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Your wish is my command, Seeker," he joked sharply before turning to see himself out.

#wildstar #wsrp #seeker eldanhand #jeremy murdoch

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