Posts by DSQrn

    OOC: Flamethrowers for a water gaurdian? Didnt you ever play pokemon, water trumps fire <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Try salt throwers <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>

    Hehehe i´d be pretty nuts to take offense <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> He´s not a villian or nessacarily evil, but he causes the same as a villian does. Mayehm, Panic, fear...

    Either way, a bunch are dead - but thats not the topic of discussion, lets not make this philosphic unless you want me to bring sissors. Howabout Dev? <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> <img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>

    Nick Warren left a message after he couldn´t get hold of the ex-BAF officer, Hahukum Konn. The message went: <font size=1 face="trebuchet ms"><BLOCKQUOTE><hr size=1 noshade>&quot;Mr. Konn, Hello. I dont believe you know me officially. I am Major Nick Warren of the BAF. My commander, Commodore Pearce has seen the ´hell´ that has been brought up in the so-called ´boonies´ of Sirius. He knows a man who has been investigating these recent activities, Rob Schaefer, and Commodore Pearce is offering the assistance of my squad and myself. He knows you´re involved and have contacts with some of the other players, and more importantly he knew you were passing through New London. Let me know when you can meet me to discuss this. Yours -Mjr Nick Warren, BAF.” <hr size=1 noshade></BLOCKQUOTE></font><font face=´trebuchet ms, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica´ size=2> Some time later, he got a reply back requesting him to meet at a place called the Corner Tree Café. It would not be too crowded, as it was still mid-morning. His first impression of Hahukum Konn was that the man was clearly ex-BAF. He still had somewhat of a military bearing, but some years in civilian life had worn off the ramrod stiffness that would have characterized an on-leave BAF officer. He looked tired, and was sipping at a cup of tea. Nick smiled slightly to himself; generally these people weren´t rough nuts trying to hassle you. Easy and pleasant to deal with most of the time. Then again, looks could deceive. Nick walked up and sat down in front of the man. &quot;Hello Mr. Konn, I´m Mjr. Warren as you know... I was hoping we could chat?&quot; &quot;Glad to meet you. Tea?&quot; &quot;I´ll have a coffee instead, please.&quot; &quot;Just one moment.&quot; Konn punched a new order in on the PDA embedded into the table. Shortly after, a waiter brought over a cup of steaming coffee, with cream and sugar to add. Nick appraised the gentleman across from him some more as he stirred in some cream. The latter was dressed in a conservative grey shirt with black pants, and a jacket of the kind freelancers generally wore hung off the back of the chair he was sitting in. &quot;What do you know about the mission parameters, Major?&quot; &quot;Only what I told you in the message - that there´s been some unknown people raising hell in the edge worlds.&quot; &quot;That´s true as far as it goes, but I´m going to provide you with some details... well, some now, some later. Rob will have the final say on some of the dicier, ´need to know´ items but here´s the basic sketch. &quot;First, you probably know that part of the Bretonian fleet was stolen and then retrieved with some losses.&quot; Nick nodded. &quot;The people who stole the fleet were Outcasts. They wanted the crew members for reasons I can´t yet tell you, but I can say that we have strong reason to believe the Outcasts are working hand-in-hand with self-styled Liberty Governor Jack Mason, who has his own covert plan to destabilize Sirius and in doing so, take over as many of the Houses as he can. So far, we are on fairly firm ground. &quot;However, where we run into some murkiness is that it appears that Mason may not be the kingpin; we have uncovered disturbing references to a sect of religious zealots who have their own motives for aiding Mason. In addition we suspect, vaguely, that the Outcasts have their own plans, working independently of Mason. The common thread through all of these revelations I am telling you - which, by the way, is in the strictest of confidence - is that live artifacts are involved. &quot;That´s pretty well all I can tell you right now.&quot; &quot;I understand,&quot; Nick said as he sipped his coffee. &quot;Here´s the deal. My team is one of the best in the BAF; myself, I´ve seen about 20 years of service. We´re here to help out in any way, and it´s up to you to decide what happens from here.&quot; &quot;Good to hear. I´m afraid I´ve got to cut this meeting short; I´m feeling a bit ragged right now and I could use some more sleep. Contact me again later, or I´ll contact you, and we´ll sort out the details. So, welcome aboard.&quot; Konn extended his hand, and Nick shook it. The handshake was solid and firm, and this increased Nick´s confidence in the ex-BAF officer. A question occurred to him... &quot;Why do you sound like you´re from Liberty?&quot; Konn laughed. &quot;I get asked that sometimes. I was born in Liberty, it´s true, but when I wanted to enlist in an armed service I felt Bretonia´s would be a better fit for me. I eventually got past the recruiting board and served five years, and was discharged about three years ago.&quot; &quot;Not every day that happens, it seems. Well, I won´t keep you; I´ll be in touch.&quot; Konn nodded, drank off the last of his tea, and then went to pay the bill.

    OOC: I am assuming the BAF uses American ground force rankings cus i´ll be damned if i know the navy ones. The battle-fleet pulled out by the dublin gate, the transports were there waiting. Nick felt a eerie quiet, like he always did before a battle. A young soldier next to him was grinning. &quot;Well boys, you ready to show them that the Queens country is not a place for pirates!&quot; One of the technicians looked and him and spat &quot;Oy! You damned cocky fool. You be dead before you know what happens if you be as damned stupid as you are now. Shut your damned mouth and wait for it!&quot; The transports gently began to start powering up there engines when thirty molly fighters just pulled shout into the middle of all the traffic. &quot;Dear god...&quot; The green near nick exclaimed &quot;How in gods name did they get ships that fast?&quot; Before anyone could reply the ships shot at the battle group and began spray firing everywhere. The commander of the ship shouted across the bridge &quot;Alright men, pull into the of them and disrupt there formations. For Bretonia!&quot; The crew replied &quot;aye sir!&quot; and the ship began to lurch towards the molly fighters. Nick glanced at his weapons holster by his side and loosned his pistol. Pirates were pirates and if they could steal a fine ship like the HMS falkirk they would at any cost. &quot;Crud!&quot; One of the men yelled &quot;Torpedo´s are firing on us!&quot; Commander Thompson glanced at him and shouted &quot;Return fire, all guns go!&quot; The weapons officer nodded at him and started tapping out on his console. Nick glanced around, sweat soaked his brow. A shout was heard &quot;Torpedos are coming down fast!&quot; seconds before everything went nuts, the ship was rocked. Sparks flew everywhere as debris rained down. &quot;Hell....&quot; Nick mumbled &quot;Whats the situation?&quot; Another officer looked at him then glanced at a near-bye console. &quot;Engines down&quot; The soldier choked out &quot;Engine rooms are fragged, life support is nerfed and so is lighting and almost everything down there&quot; Nick glanced at him and grumbled &quot;Damn....You know whats going on? The dust is too thick for me to figure out...&quot; The Soldier glanced at him &quot;Damned if i know.... Oh but good news, gun turrets are still working.&quot; Nick grinned slightly &quot;Any boarding parties or such?&quot; &quot;Nay sir&quot; The soldier replied &quot;But if the battle group goes in retreat... Well sir, then we´d be F*cked.&quot; &quot;Well... Seems to me we ought to give them hell. Any spare fighters we can launch?&quot; Nick asked with a grunt. &quot;Sure, and we have pilots too... But i wouldnt trust the greens out there for a second.&quot; The officer snorted. &quot;Then they´ll need me&quot; Nick said with half a smile &quot;See you on the beach.&quot; Before the officer could respond Nick was out the door and running down the halls. He burst into the hangar and saw a bunch of pilots fueling up and ready for launch. &quot;Hold up!&quot; Nick yelled &quot;I´ll be flying with you guys&quot;. A pilot pointed at a heavy fighter and Nick ran to it and hopped in. He settled him self in the seat and flipped on the COM. &quot;Alright guys this is Captain Nick Warren Checking in, who am i with?&quot; He said over the COM &quot;Lt.Henry Potter here sir!&quot; A young voice replied back &quot;Sargent David Marks her sir!&quot; A voice that sounded like it came from a large belly &quot;No-one else here?&quot; Nick asked &quot;Alright, lets do this. When the hangar door goes down shoot out and drop countermeasure´s like mad, otherwise the pirates will flood us with torpedos and it´ll hurt if they land inside the hangar. You boys read?&quot; &quot;Aye sir&quot; Came the reply. &quot;Then lets move out&quot; Nick said with a grin. The hangar doors dropped down and the fighters shot out. &quot;Now!&quot; Nick yelled as he released all his countermeasure´s, his wignmen did the same. As expected the pirates shot off a volley of missiles and torpedos. Nick smirked as he imagined the face of his enemies as they saw there golden oppening crumble down on them. &quot;Your going down&quot; A pirate sneered at him over his COM. &quot;No.. No i dont think so&quot; Nick replied as he targeted the mans ship. There werent tons of pirates left by that point, the main battlegroup had taken some flak but about 15 pirates had been destroyed. The remaining 15 were pulling back and attemptng to get far enough so they could activate cruise. &quot;Alright men&quot; Nick said &quot;Hit cruise and follow me, were gunna go 500m up there retreat path and drop mines. We pulled up and pray we dont die with them. Any remaining fighters will get nabbed by the outlying patrols.&quot; &quot;You got it!&quot; Potter replied. The three ships hit cruise gently, they could safely do it when the pirates couldnt becuase the long range missiles and lasers werent shooting at them. Nick slamed out of cruise just 500m away from the ships racing and them and yelled &quot;Alright Drop fly and pray!&quot; The mines fell down as the ships were about 60m from Nick and his group. Nick hit his trhusters andclosed his eyes, his ship was rocked but he looked back and only saw dust, the threat was gone. .---------------------------------- Nick stood in a small room on New london, he was waiting to meet with one of the BAF head men. He had been awarded the Conspicuous Gallantry Cross for show bravery in the face of extreme danger. Also due to his actions he got a promotion from Captian to Major. All this bustle had caught the eye in the upper ranks of the BAF. The door opened and in walked Commodore Pearce, a highly decorated officer and a head figure of the BAF. Nick saluted Pearce as he walked in, to which he got a grin and a light salute. &quot;Major Warren, please take a seat.&quot; The Commodore spoke softly. &quot;Thank you sir.&quot; Nick said as he sat down. &quot;Now...&quot; Pearce said with a sigh &quot;Major Warren, i´ll be to the point really... Your a good officer on a bridge, or so you record shows. But you did show that your small craft piloting skills are far better. So really i am transfering you to a pilot division, as leader of a squad of three men...&quot; &quot;Well sir&quot; Nick said &quot;I´d enjoy that very much actually...&quot; &quot;Good&quot; Pearce said with a smile &quot;It goes on anyhow, you´ve heard the rumors and reports of the hell being pulled up in the boonies of space. I want you to investigate.&quot; &quot;Of course&quot; Nick said with a grin &quot;Now, where to start?&quot; Pearce said &quot;Man named Hahukum Konn, ex-BAF you might of met him, is in on all this. He should be around here soon, find him and talk to him. Anyhow thats all soldier...&quot; .................................... Nick stood on the street of New London and sighed, searching for people wasnt easy.

    Its simple, FD writes a story. He decides to share it, its not that he´s asking for review. My friend makes some cookies, he offers them to me. He isnt asking for a review of his cookies he´s just giving me a cookie. Ok now i´m hungry. Damn you guys

    New London, acclaimed capital of of Bretonia, the nation that stands guard at the rim of Sirius. If you went the the heart of the system, planet new London, you would find hundreds upon hundreds of ships bustling in and out. In New London, a measurement of 10k away from the Dublin gate things are very different. Space, cold and unmoving, no planets or stations lie. Why this small part of space would bear any interest? There a battle group of some of Bretonia´s finest ships lies. Three cruisers and one battle-ship, accompanied by three fighters, sit there, unmoving unchanging like the rest of the space. But if the outside of the battleships reflected the space they lay in, the inside denied it. The bridge of the head cruiser HMS Falkirk was a-buzz with officers and soldiers pouring in and out. One of the officers, Nick Warren, looked out the window to the space. Its simple nature entranced him, it was cool, calm, solitary. One of the ship Pa announcements caught caught his ear and pulled him out of his trance. “All senior officers please report to the main bridge meeting room to be updated on the situation.” The near-robotic voice called out. Nick let a sigh go, never a moment of peace to contemplate anything. -:- Nick entered the meeting room and sat down on one of the chairs. He looked down the long black table. Several senior officers where there waiting for the commander to start. The Commander, Gregory Thompson was one of the oldest the BAF had. “Now gentlemen as we all know, this mission is designed to bring out quite a few pirates not only to damage them but to see what there capable of.” The commander said in a grim tone. “Now transports alpha and beta will be carrying about 200,000 units of diamonds to Dublin with a escort of two light ships. We allowed the criminal element of course to gain this info, we know they will strike at Dublin jump gate, New London side because that is where we have the least ships at the moment. Once the transports are in 2k of the gate we move in at full speed and intercept the pirates. Any questions?” “Sir?” One of the younger officers said “Wont the Bretonian public look down on us using such firepower for pirates?” “Firstly” Nick cut in “There will be many many pirates, enough to pose a real threat. Secondly the Bretonian public will feel that we are always here protecting them and that if pirates attack it is assured our military presence will swoop in and save the day.” “Thank you Mr.Warren.” Thompson said “now within 45 minutes the transports should be within 2k meaning we move it. I wont lie to you, i expect this to be a dangerous and intense battle. The pirates are not what they used to be, they have become more aggressive and bold with enough firepower to back it up.” “Sir” The younger officer piped in again “With all due respect sir, what kind of threat can these pirates pose, i´d bet we´ll wipe them out within minutes. I dont see why we should be so tense about this” “Even if that was the case” Nick said “Such a attitude could not have a positive effect on the battle.” “Oh?” The young officer grunted back at Nick “Lets just say i´ve seen that sort of thing happen” Nick said softly. “Further more sir, how can the BAF afford to do this with one fifth of our fleet gone?” The young man said increasing in annoyance. Nick smiled “Thanks to a freelancer of some sorts, those boys are coming home.” “Gentlemen” Commander Thompson said coldly “We haven´t much time, to your stations.” OOC:There we have it, my first chap as my new char. Edited by - DSQrn on 7/13/2005 8:00:08 PM

    Reborn baby: Here is my new char Name: Nick Warren Age: 39 Physical Apperance: Thin beard, short dark brown hair. Hazel eyes. 5.10 in Height. roughly 175 pounds, mostly muscle. Wears: Bretonian millatary officer uniform when on duty, when off duty Solid black camo pants short boots a grey t-shirt and black jacket. Affilations: Officers in the Bretonian fleet, serves aboard a cruiser. Bio: Joined the Bretonian fleet at age 21. Since served on basic civil duties until he was 29. then he joined as assault groups to sweep and destroy pirate threats to bretonia. Then at 37 he transferred to serving aboard capital ships. Personality: Despite being able to be a commander and work on board a ship of hundreds he prefere´s to be alone. He doesnt Seem to be happy, more of a solem person. Yup he´s different, i thrive on change

    Dev sat in a small hotel room alone. There was a question on what to do with his life. Bored really summed Dev up, he was bored. He glanced out the window, through the smoke of his cigarette he saw several police vans pull up. “Damn...” He grunted “Lets play one more time..” He ran into the hall and glanced at the stairwell. The Hotel being a three story one had only the stairs. Dev smirked and tossed a grenade onto them and ducked. The explosions crumbled the stairwell leaving the third floor stranded . Dev strode back into his room and pulled his trusty pistol from his holster. He fired a warning shot out the window. “Take that you facist bastards” He shouted out. The phone rang near him, he ignored it and pulled two grenades off his belt and hurled them out the window. A smirk hit his face as he heard the loud explosion and the cursing. “Now listen Dev shouted out “I can do thirty times that so watch it. Call the phone now!” The phone began to ring, Dev picked it up laughing. “Hey cops” he said “You want this all to end, sure i´ll end it. I want something though” “What is it then Dev?” the Cop replied “You put me live on the video-net for 45 seconds about” Dev said coldly “No-one more will be hurt and i´ll give up” “****ing hell... fine” The cop grunted. “The Video camera´s will be pointed at the window and i-” “I dont mind having snipers on me” Dev said with a smile back at the cop. Dev walked to the window and smiled out. “I´ve said all my life no-one can kill me. Well I´m not going to let one of these police officer cadets get a chance to prove me wrong” With that Dev pulled a pistol to his head and grinned “I´m F*cking incredible... And man, my hand still tingles a bit” With that, he pulled the trigger. OOC: Yes stuff happened, all coments and questions can be directed in email to freetheworld@gmail.com. (That isnt my msn for the record)