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Brave New World / [BNW] Chapter 8: A Thin Black Line
« on: May 12, 2016, 08:51:42 AM »
Everyone stands on the bridge of the Tempest, waiting for the familiar flash of light of interdimensional travel.  Josie counts down, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet.

There is a second of disorientation, as always, and then immediately, alarms begin blaring.  "Missile lock, incoming small arms fire, beam weapons!  Sir, shields failing! We're going - "


Leon awakes abruptly, bathed in sweat and gasping.  "You're cold as ice - 
did you have a nightmare?"
Rosie asks sleepily, rolling over to face him.  He glances over and sees her face, half melted off, with exposed veins of viscous black liquid pulsing over a skull being rebuilt from some metal framework.

He sits up again, gasping, as the second dream is instantly shattered.  "Leon?"  Rosie asks, concern in her voice as she rolls over towards him.  "What's wrong?"



"-ne.  Jump Successful."  Josie says, as the familiar blast of light fades.

The Tempest materializes over the Arrival Square, which is oddly full of people and equipment.  A mobilization of some sort seems to be in order. 

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Steampunk Airship: HMS Cordelia / [SAHC] Chapter 7: A Changing Tide
« on: April 17, 2016, 04:30:23 PM »
August 30, 1812
St. Augustine, Spanish Florida

morning
light fog, light breeze



The Cordelia floats gently above the plaza, the Castillo de San Marcos visible through the fog to the north. Several ships sat at anchor in the bay, rocking with the swells from the Atlantic, visible just beyond the breakwater. Palm trees swayed easily, their tops just visible over the roof of the new Cathedral St. Augustine immediately north of their position, the swamps and shanty-town to their east and south both fading into the dim fog.





Jean Bordeaux, one of Cosimo's contacts, surprised the Cordelia by showing up two days after their arrival with news - a British warship had been sighted off Haiti, and she had put in at Jamaica.  He said that the soldiers from the vessel had been asking about the Cordelia, and money had been changing hands for information about them.

"Les Anglais get nothing from me," the French smuggler assured him, before leaving again.

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Cortex - Chatroom / Real Life
« on: February 18, 2016, 10:08:10 AM »
Guys, I have some pretty major stuff going on in real life right now.  My mom is in pretty bad straights, with stage 4 cancer.  I am trying my best to continue with work and game and everything else, but there will be times (such as this past week) when I'll be a lot less available than normal.


Just giving you all a heads up if I disappear for a few days at a time.


thanks.




CG

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August 17, 1812
Cayona, Tortuga, Haiti

early morning
heavy fog



The Cordelia sits at rest in the common of Cayona, the café on the other side just opening for the morning.  Chickens cluck and crow in the distance, the sun barely visible over la Montaigne.

Gardenzio swaggers up the gangplank, a shanty whistle on his lips.  "Capitana!  Ernesto says a fat merchanter, three mast, bound for Kingston."

"First good news in days," Walter grumbles, peeling a mango with his rigger's knife.

The first two weeks in Haiti had sped quickly by, getting to Tortuga and meeting people.  The arrival of an airship had caused quite a stir, but the people of Tortuga had enough sense to keep it among themselves, and Cosimo's lavish gift of coin certainly helped with that.

Moira had finally come clean, though her muscles were still weak.  Mama's gentle (and not-so-gentle) ministrations had gotten her up and about - the cool sea air and warm temperatures certainly aid her as well.

Ernesto Torres, one of the plantation owners on the north side of the island, had allowed the crew to hide out on his farm and kept them informed of vessels seen off the coast.  In the past two weeks, six vessels had been taken by the Cordelia, but all were small schooners, of no great worth.  The crews and ships were ransomed off for small rewards in Port-au-Prince.

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Brave New World / [BNW] Ch. 7.4: Aside: Mason on the Tempest
« on: May 11, 2015, 04:28:00 PM »
Rivers stepped up to the shuttle, still carrying the Mason's gently snoring form.  Jacob raised an eyebrow behind his helmet, but waved the armsman aboard, lifting quickly to the primary shuttle bay.


The small shuttle dropped neatly between the two Vultures, and Jessica was waiting for him, her arms crossed, a data pad in her hand.

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Brave New World / [BNW] Ch. 7.3: Aside: Jergen and Qeslin
« on: April 26, 2015, 08:02:14 PM »
"Your former cell seem to be very comfortable with each other, even that madwoman," Qeslin grunted as he sparred with Jergen using wooden swords later that evening.  "Are you going to rejoin them, ungh, or will you continue to, grh, lead us?  I know that I said that, ah! my homeworld is where you need to go for the antidote, but it seems like the Overseer doesn't want us heading there."

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Brave New World / [BNW] Ch. 7.2: Aside: Suriya and Samantha
« on: April 25, 2015, 09:00:51 PM »
"Samantha."   Suriya touched Sam's arm as the rest of the group went their separate ways.  "I - I feel the need to, ah, apologize.  For earlier, with the Mason."  The detective's eyes kept flicking down at her feet, as if she was embarrassed.

"I know that the Mason can be - difficult, at times, to understand, and she often does thing that I cannot possibly comprehend her reasonings.  But when she started to, ah, disrobe, and suchlike... I, ah.  I over-reacted.  I'm sorry if I offended you." the words spill out as Suriya runs her hand through her luxurious black hair.  "I am aware that we all come from.. different backgrounds and with different, ah, societal norms... But I dealt for a time, with a group of traffickers.  Human traffickers, to be precise.  Of women."  Suriya paused to let the significance sink in a moment. 

"One of the things the traffickers would do would be to implant suggestions via mesmerism to the women that were being sold.  To make them... perform."  She paused again and sighed.  "The Mason actions bothered me, but it was not my place to act in such a manner.  Once again, I feel that I need to apologize to you." 

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Brave New World / [BNW] Ch. 7.1: Aside: Leon and Rosie
« on: April 25, 2015, 08:47:11 PM »
Leon lay in bed, facing the window, Rosie snuggled close up behind him as he stared at the silver landscape outside.  A cool breeze wafted in, and the slight sound of snoring from the next room indicated the Mason still slept deeply - how that tiny woman made such a racket Leon would never know.

Rosie murmured sleepily, "Are you going to relax and sleep, or do I need to sedate you again?"

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Brave New World / [BNW] Chapter 7: The Long Night
« on: April 03, 2015, 04:26:08 PM »
The Temple of the Moon
The HUB





A pair of moglins sat on the steps of the Temple, watching the Tempest floating serenely above, as a small stone pyramid appeared in the Arrival Square, the light on top blinking rhythmically.

They pause, their drinks halfway to their mouths, when the door opens and smoke pours out. 

Reeling and coughing, Suriya stumbles out, pulling seaweed from her hair and dripping wet.  "Never again.  No matter what, I am never travelling in this infernal contraption AGAIN!"  She pulls something like a slug from her pocket and hurls it as far as she can.

Qeslin and Kelrynn follow a moment later, both smoking and partly singed.  "I agree with the detective.  You're bloody mad if you think I'll ever go back in that thing," Qeslin growls, patting out a burning part of his beard.

Fix steps out next, sparking and partly derezzed. "I am erasing the entire experience as soon as I have some downcycles," the program responds.

Everyone else follows, looking the worse for wear, except Samantha and the Mason, who look at each other and shrug. 

The moglins look at their cups, then at each other, and put the cups down. 

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Steampunk Airship: HMS Cordelia / [SAHC] CH. 5.5 - No Fall from Grace
« on: March 24, 2015, 10:57:37 PM »
July 26, 1812
Evening


Mama Fiori and Cosimo stroll arm in arm through the streets of Lisbon, Gardenzio and Frederico following behind them.  A pair of William de Ruchan's soldiers accompany them, though the two look less than thrilled at "escorting Papists."

The cathedral towers over the square, the dark red doors a sharp contrast to the pale stone of the facade.  The door is propped open to let in the seaward breeze, and a glimmer of golden light from inside can be seen. 

Inside, a single priest sits in the first pew, praying. He looks up at the group, and frowns at the soldiers. [language=portuguese]"No weapons inside the church, please," he says, standing.  [language=portuguese]"You may leave them outside."

"Eh, we'll wait outside," one soldier grumbles, and the two take up a position at the main door.

The priest smiles, his eyes crinkling.  [language=portuguese]"Much better.  I am Father JÈsus Dominico de la Cruz - I am afraid you are a bit late for Mass, but let's  see what we can do for you, eh?"

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General Discussion / Awesome thread of Awesome.
« on: February 13, 2015, 11:47:29 AM »
I just noticed that I broke 3,000 posts!   BOOM!


(yeah, I'm a bit delayed, it was over 30 posts ago.  Oh well :D )


Anyways, i want this thread here for people to post when something awesome happens, and you need to tell folks.

"What does that make us?"
"Big damn heroes, sir!"
"Ain't we just!"

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Steampunk Airship: HMS Cordelia / [SAHC] CH. 4.5.2 - Cordelia
« on: January 21, 2015, 08:04:38 PM »
Quote
In this Scene - Meg and Bert

After the Bosun and others leave, the crew keeps to their tasks dutifully under Bert's watchful eye.  Adam Pearson scrubs the spot where Marcus fell with holystone, but the blood seems to have soaked into the planks overnight.

Meg sees Sean, Flavio, and Enzo clambering over the ratlines, and the sound of their laughter is a soothing balm over all that has happened in the past few days.  Musqon appears next to her in his nearly silent way, and he watches the boys with her silently.

Iago, the militia leader from the night before, approaches the gangplank and waves his hat to the people on deck.  "Permission to come aboard, Cordelia?" he asks in rather accented English.  He carries with him several small bags that clink as he walks forward.

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Steampunk Airship: HMS Cordelia / [SAHC] Ch. 4.5.1 - Cordoba
« on: January 21, 2015, 07:54:26 PM »
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In this scene - Killian, Cosimo, Moira, Gardenzio, Frederico

The streets are busy, with everything one could ask for from all over Europe and the Mediterranean.  Boxes of chickens squawk and flutter next to a man selling Moroccan brasswork; while across the way a woman in somber clothes yells about something about Napoleon being the Antichrist.  The sound is cacophonous, and people shove and yell as the crew makes their way from the chemist to the tailor, Moira's basket filled with tinctures, herbs, and medicine in tiny glass bottles.

Gardenzio leads the way, shouting in Italian and waving his hands at the people in his way.  Frederico takes up the rear, and he grins at the noise.  [language=italian]"Not like Salamanca, eh?" he yells to Killian, pushing a Jewish banker out of his way.

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July 26, 1812
on route to Lisbon, Portugal

pre-dawn
light westerly winds


The rich golden light of dawn begins to peek over the stern of the ship as the morning crew awakens.  There is only the hum of the rotors and whistle of the wind in the rigging to break the silence.  It seems as though the Cordelia floats alone through a completely deserted world, and that she could sail on forever without seeing another soul.

Jamie Spencer passes the helm off to Bert with a smart salute.  "Made good time last night, Master Bert.  I reckon we're about five hours out - just passed the border.  I picked this up while in Cordoba," he adds, pulling a set of maps out of his jacket and handing them to Bert.

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General Discussion / Happy New Year!
« on: January 01, 2015, 12:57:20 AM »
Happy new year to everyone.  May this year be better than the last.

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