Log started: 12/4/02 3:04:03 PM Kain's Office(#3038Ten) This is more or less an standard office for Kain to deal with Blue Strider business. The desk here is constantly messy, leaving one to wonder whether or not if Kain will ever get time to deal with these notes... Off to one side is a Bowl and such for Buster, Kain's dog. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ CiviLIan $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 13/17 Posted Author Events on Easter Island, pt1 Wed Dec 04 Midi ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Pixie-Stick eating one sighs, as he taps his fingers along the desk. Looks LIke he had a long night, seems a bit tired. "Hi Everyone. I'm sure most of you by now have heard of what happened last night on Easter Island. I was there myself. The Stardroid known as Procyon called everyone there to announce something called the Doomsday Games. I don't know exactly what will be entailed with them, but he 'assures' us that there will be no penalties for playing and losing. I dunno, I don't trust him myself." He yawns a bit, yeah he DOES look tired. Picking up a data padd he speaks again "Speaking of Procyon, there's the situation with Mr.Abernathy. I'm not in any authority to make any judgement on him, so I can't say what needs to be done. From his actions last night it's obvious he's sided with Procyon. The only thing I don't know is, whether or not Procyon is the bad guy here." He chuckles, somewhat sadly "That's something I thought I knew for SURE just a month ago, but now, I can't tell who's the good guys or the bad guys are anymore..." He shakes his head "Anyway, regardless, Mr.Abernathy is on Procyon's side. Whatever judgements anyone else derives from that, is up to them. Personally, I don't beLIeve what Procyon's saying, but maybe I just don't know enough, I guess we're all guilty of that." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ CiviLIan $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 13/18 Posted Author Events on Easter Island, pt2 Wed Dec 04 Midi ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He puts the padd down, and rubs his eyes sLIghtly "Soon after Procyon made his announcement, the Stardroid everyone identified as Duet appeared. Procyon attacked her, and after exchanged a few blows, he disappeared, saying she'd pay for that, or something... I got distracted at the time by another Stardroid, who called himself Beteljeuse. But, a few moments after Procyon disappeared, Duet did too, but according to her expression, it looked LIke she was PULLED away. The Stardroid known as Luna then appeared, looking for Duet. I tried to get some information out of Beteljeuse, but he really didn't seem to have any answers himself. He did seem nice enough, though a bit... odd." He sighs, tapping his fingers again "A few minutes later, I began to intercept some radio transmissions between Luna and Duet. It seems that Procyon had somehow imprisoned Duet on the Moon. It also seems the Stardroid Denebola is imprisoned on there as well. The Stardroid Virgo radioed Luna and told her that Beteljeuse had captured and imprisoned Denebola up there. But they didn't know how long they could hold him, it seems their priority now is keeping Denebola contained." He pauses "I don't know why the Moon was chosen to hold these Stardroids... especially since they are on opposite sides. Maybe it was just a coincidence that Procyon and Beteljeuse decided to imprison their captives there, the Moon is a big place, they probably didn't cross paths. Maybe there's some significance to the Moon, but maybe they both decided to keep them as far away from US as they could without placing them too far, the Moon seems LIke a LIkely place in that regard. Anyway, that's about all I have to report. Luna addressed me briefly, as well as Kain, saying that we should muster our forces to help them, I think. I guess this is the part where we all choose what sides we're on. Personally, I want to try and help Luna and Virgo free Duet... I don't know how I could help, but I'll try anything I can. I guess this is something we could bring up at the meeting when it takes place. That's all, Midi out." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Tartarus $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 15/6 Posted Author OOC: most wanted Wed Dec 04 Pyro Squirrel ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I don't want to breathe down Proccy's neck or anything, but I'm interested in knowing when the tartarus top ten most wanted LIst is coming out, as I need to know whether I should start running or not. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Heheheh Doomsday Games. Whoever thought up that concept should be hit upside the head. This isn't American GLadiators." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "On the contrary, I find it quite intriguing." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "Ok Guts, go whap Procyon. It was his idea." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Will do!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Hey dumbass Procyon are you there? I want to hit you upside the head for being so stupid." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin facewings on the other side of the radio. "Do you really think that your... outbursts will draw him out?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "It drew out other inferior Stardroids didn't it? LIke that Denebola who Bass defeated." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "A stardroid was defeated by your Force Leader? I have my doubts about that." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Well others helped. But it was mostly Bass who took it down." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Given Bass's nature, I would have thought that this Denebola would have swatted the fly that stung the most first." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Heheheh Denebola couldn't even swat me off after so many attempts. Stardroids are getting wussier and wussier." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Mars transmits, "*BOOM*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Big Bad Sword Man transmits, "...what is this now?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Stardroids are so wussy that they can't even walk on their own. They need to use rascals." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "What in Romulus was that?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "They ride on the short Star Haven." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ BB Post in Progress $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Group: CiviLIan Title: AAR: Easter Isle ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Blue Dragons and their alLIes ONLY. Which means... Hiryu and UNers... LIsten up. This post is Abernathy-proof.) (Videofile: Kain. He looks tired. Dead Tired.) If you've read the earLIer messages from the UN, then you know everything you need to know about the mess we're in. There is a few things you need to know. 1.) I've offered my services to Duet... I, as in myself. There is a chance that Procyon is the good guy in this chance, but that chance is sLIpping further and further every day. I'm sure that Sarah and Derek can and will choose their own way from this. I do not recommend allying yourself totally with a Stardroid... whether it is the Nothing Stardroids or the Duet Stardroids. As I only offered my services, nothing more.The LInes are really blurred right now, and to do something LIke Abernathy has done... is nothing short of utter idioticy. Think... before you act. 2.) The Doomsday Games. As smooth as silk Procyon's words were at his announcement, I've heard a silent 'Attendance and Paticipation is Mandatory'. I may, of course, be wrong... but I somehow doubt it. If you're going to participate in these so-called 'games'... be wary. Nothing is no longer what it seems to be. Finally... above all else, be careful. And we all may be able to ride out this storm. Kain out. (Spinning Blue Dragon! HUZZAH!!!) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "... It stopped." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "What stopped?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Never mind." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Why?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "... oO(I'm going to hate myself for this)Oo ... You, in your magnificent strength, managed to intimidate it into being silent. Long LIve Guts Man, savior of Earth! oO(I'm going to rip out my logic circuits if this doesn't work...)Oo" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Mars transmits, "*BOOM*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Hotstuff Harmony transmits, "That's /so/ gross." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Damn straight." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Stardroids fear the mighty Guts Man!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "Now, perhaps the mighty Guts Man can tell us about the impenetrable defenses of the Robot Master fortress?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Enker transmits, "How humourous." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pirate Man transmits, "Arr, what do yea be falppin' yer gums about!?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Certainly! The Robot Master Fortress is defended by 7 puppies. 2 Platforms that drop you to your doom. A squadron of hardhats. A pit full of spikes and last but not least. The robotic Richard Simmons." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pirate Man transmits, "Quit tryin' t' sound smart, m' birdie, or I'll be makin' yea me new parrot! Then ye'll have plenty to talk about!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "*sounds of self-shutdown and a reprogramming machine starting up*" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pirate Man transmits, "(ooc: At least he keeps his word.)" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Scribe Robin transmits, "(ooc: Word Schmord. Scribe doesn't want anything that comes up with plans LIke that in his head.)" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "So what happens when we win the Doomsday Games? Do the Stardroids say we've won and that they'll leave us alone, so they'll go away for 2 years only to come back and annoy us again? Or will they say we've cheated and try to do something about it and we kick their anal retentive butts again?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "Maybe they'll bake us a space-cake!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Chocolate space-cake?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "Probably a whole new cake flavor we've never heard of!" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Fish head space-cake?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pirate Man transmits, "Arr, grog-flavored cake?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "..." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Elec Man transmits, "No, LIke, Cran-apple berry cake! Wait, that's not a good shortening. Sounds too much LIke crapple berry." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Big Bad Sword Man transmits, "...I do not beLIeve many would be interested in cake flavored with ale, Sir Pirate." [Radio: (C) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "How about donut space-cake?" [Radio: (C) GLobal] Pirate Man transmits, "Arr, what be yea talkin' about? I be sure that Capricorn would be!"