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Kaidan's looking much less stressed and mid-combat than his last network post, we must say. Of course, he's still got deep bruising across half of his pretty face (and it seems strangely on its way to healing, given the timespan) and there's that shiny technological collar hanging around his neck. Too, he seems to be mentally willing back a pretty vile headache, if the squint to his eyes and the pain lines at the corners of his mouth are an indication.

But... not mid-combat. This is a plus. He appears to be underground, in some sort of half-salvaged space that might look familiar to a few of the more community-minded tech heads. He's even gotten the bare bones of some lighting in place.]


I didn't want to add to what's already a bitch of a cleanup, but I need a hand. Specifically, I need three pairs of them, and so does anyone else who got stuck with one of these.

[One hand lifts, patting the collar by way of example.]

Come to my workspace if you've got some spare time and don't mind helping out. I've also got a couple other things I can't pull off alone. One's for some heavy lifting -- I don't want to go into detail on here. The other... well, you've seen what happened to the fields. I have a plan that might get some more food on the tables, but it needs manpower. If you're up on 20th century technology or later, I need your help. Hell-- if you can be taught quickly how to hold a soldering iron, I could use you.

I can't really offer payment, outside of information and maybe some salvage, but if this works then maybe we don't starve.

Either show up or reply to this -- and put a filter on it if you can -- if you want to know more.
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[Alucard was standing next to a somewhat damaged tunnel entrance. She seemed pretty fine...aside the fact that she was collared, and a tad bloody.]

Now, now. I'd advise those of you with a weak stomach not to head down this path. Just friendly advice.

[She nodded at the tunnel, then smirked and poked at her collar.]

For mere chained dogs, these soldiers were remarkable enemies, don't you think? Almost mindlessly ttacking, without any consideration for their own humanity, or that of their allies, I think dog is actually a bad name for them. Ant seems to fit quite a bit better.

[video]

Jul. 16th, 2012 09:55 pm
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[Wing is standing outside the hospital--obviously, because he's far too big to fit inside. He has several long black chars on his white armor, and a few dents where he's taken rounds.  ]

[The biggest injury, though, is to his honor. He was trying to protect the hospital, but the Authorities...did not see to care.]

[He's standing by one of the low, ramshackle buildings when he speaks.]

I owe...everyone...an apology. I was trying to help. I thought I could minimize the damage, and protect the Hospital.

[He cycles a vent of air, like a sigh. He doesn't need to say this next part, but he does. He needs to admit it.]

I was wrong.  This?  [He gestures toward the crumbling walls, the jagged glass still hanging in rickety window frames,] is my fault.

I would like the opportunity to make up for it.

[It's up to them, now, if they'll have him.]
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[A smiling and decidedly non-human face appears on screen; Walker apparently had little trouble discerning the technology, and now it's time to get to work.]

Greetings! I've just woken from a perfectly peaceful slumber on your ship, and I thank you for your hospitality. I cannot remember what brought me here, I'm afraid, so I assume I was injured and you were kind enough to take me in.

[Yes, he really thinks that is what happened. Don't make fun.]

I am Saint Walker, Blue Lantern of Sector 1. I must depart soon, but please, allow me to repay you...some...how...


[He stops, having just emerged from the ship, only to find a small group of tired, ragged people huddled together. One of them is injured, caught up in the recent stampede fiasco, and the rest aren't looking so good either.]

Oh. I see.
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1. If you join him, you're a fool. A public call to arms is what the enemy's been waiting for. They'll kill you where you stand. No hesitation, no remorse.

[Yes, Shepard has a plan. No, she isn't letting on that she has one here. If Erik wants to be a big flaming distraction, more power to him, but she isn't letting him take anyone else down with him.]

2. My offer for weaponry's still open. No compensation necessary, I got what I needed. If you can't shoot, I'll teach you. He was right on one thing: Defense is crucial.

3. Eliot, a word? Later tonight, unless you want in goring range of a ten-ton reptile. Let me know where to find you.

4. Kaidan--I'm on my way.


[She thinks. She and the triceratops are doing a bit of sizing up as she types this, so it's all up in the air how well this'll end up working.

MEANWHILE, anyone on the main road will see a single triceratops making haste more-or-less toward the pen Kaidan mentioned. It has two or three ropes tied near the ends of each of the two primary horns, the other ends of which are in her hands as she straddles its shoulders, just barely too far back for any potential injuries from the dinosaur's crest. The aforementioned hands are glowing a faint blue--she's strong, but not quite strong enough to steer a triceratops. Not without her biotics, anyway.]

audio;

Jul. 4th, 2012 11:13 pm
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[for once, it's an audio message. he prefers not to make them simply because it makes it easier to track him. but this time, he wants to take that risk, regardless of any negative attention it might bring. that's partly the point of this

he isn't at "home", for once. instead he's off alone, taking another look around the remains, having already knock down a few buildings that he consider uninhabitable. but it's the smell that's prompted this message. the stench of rotting and burned flesh that brings back memories he'd sooner ignore right now

this really isn't something he particularly wants to do. but with only three five mutants here, he knows there isn't much of a choice any more. not when he knows he's the only one of their little group who'd willingly kill others if they're a threat. it's his job to make sure they stay safe, even if it means having to work with the humans here]


We have...lost a number of those amongst us over the past few months; both native to this land and not. More recently of course, a fire and a stampede a to blame, and once again we were caught off-guard. It seems to be a recurring theme here, regardless of whatever attempts at preparing ourselves we have made.

[and that doesn't include those they've lost by being brought here in the first place]

A certain member of our non-native population previously suggested that we group together. That organisation is needed. I'm sure that this past week has helped to reiterate that fact.

[yes, he's talking about you shepard. but no, he's not using names openly on this network]

Damage control is needed, at the very least. A defence would be better. Something to protect those here against whatever dangers make themselves apparent next.

[but that's not the part he most interested in. he's never been a pacifist. that's charles' job]

And to those willing to take the risks needed, an offensive team. We need to prepare ourselves, however possible. The Authorities will continue to hold the power in this situation until we take it from them. We need to be ready to fight.

Whichever path you choose, the important thing to remember is that there isn't a single person here capable of doing that single-handedly.

[one last pause and-]

You're not alone. Not unless you choose to be.


[locked to charles;]

[this message gets added on a while later, and somewhat reluctantly. sometimes you just need to man up and talk to your bff when something is wrong]

Can you hear me?

[it's as close as he's getting to asking charles to listen in to his thoughts this time]

[Video]

Jul. 1st, 2012 10:10 am
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[At first, to be honest, Wing had been a little surprised/grossed out to hear even the possibility that the humans might eat the flesh of the dinosaurs. His kind fueled on simple liquid energon. Much less...well, messy.]

[But he's gotten over that, and been, in his off moments, doing the unpleasant task of taking the dinosaur carcasses and dumping them hopefully far enough away from, well, anything.  Though the winds have likely shifted and the Old City may get an occasional whiff of eau de rotting dinosaur. Sorry.]

[He holds up a long, curved, whitish piece of bone. It's a rib from one of the carcasses: predators have obviously been at work. In his other hand, the broad crest of a triceratops, some tatters of skin still sticking to it.]

It occurs to me that these might be of some use to us? 

It seems a shame to let everything go to waste.

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