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  1. Someone please PM me (or Krugar) when this starts back up if it does.
  2. Due to the inactivity, I am bowing out of Tara.
  3. I have no preferences. For all I care, a monty python type foot can come out of the similar-type clouds and boot us to the other party with the power of handwavium. edit: or we can just two man it, or three man it, or whoever is really 'here'. I just haven't posted to be polite and let others speak up. I'm more than happy to just steamroll them along and assume they are oddly self-absorbed most of the time.
  4. "Now is as good time as any to test the leg. I'll find out if anything is gonna go wrong faster if I use it." Morgan answered. "Though I do need to get the buggy back to where it is suppose to be. Surprised no one has thrown a fit already about it just being parked in the middle of things." "I greatly appreciate the help, Doctor. I'm sorry I was careless. So much to get used to." Morgan said, relieved the pain and irritation was subsiding. "But anyway, I don't want to take up either of your time, I'm sure you are both quite busy with others who need you more. I'll handle the land leech if you can point me at the Commander's last known location." If you start changing into something on the full moon, I'm leaving you.
  5. "Whatever you think is best." Morgan said, returning the smile. "This is not really my area of expertise. Should I be worried about the bite, you think? Regardless, thanks for the help." Morgan accepted her help getting upright and did a light-step dance as he made sure his leg could still hold the weight. "Time could be of the essence, so I should go see that blonde."
  6. Seeing no one rushing to him as though they knew something was wrong with him, Morgan sighed and started limping through the area while he shouted, "MEDIC! MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC!" The thing squirmed in his hand suddenly and he overreacted, throwing himself off-balance. Coupled with his attempts to keep weight off his leg, his short dance sent him to the ground ungracefully. I can feel its crawling around inside me! This is awful. "You're awful." he replied under his breath as he tried to hoist himself up without dropping his squirming package. "MEEEEEEEDIIIC!"
  7. Should I post wandering for a medic/doc? Or should I wait to have Polina post at me? I can wander and spook people with my rock lobster I suppose and hopefully not die.
  8. Morgan's heart jumped in fear and he instinctively grabbed the thing and tossed it to the ground. The shell was hard though he likened it to leeches he had read about as a kid. "This is bad, Cass. Something just bit me." You should bring it back. If it is venomous, having a sample could ensure your survival. He reached back down and snatched it up with his cyber arm and threw it towards the passenger seat. He did a full-body heebie jeebies shiver before getting behind the wheel and heading off as quickly as he dared to the other side of the ship. "Well, at least if I die, I did after we got here and I got to experience life as it was meant to be." Morgan said as he maneuvered around larger rocks and piles of dirt from the crash. He glanced over at the land leech and it begun to crawl off the seat. He swiped at it and knocked it back into the seat. Another shiver went down his spine. "Now I know I don't like bugs. Especially big ones." He kept driving until he found medical personnel, knocking the creature back into the seat every time it looked as though it might escape.
  9. Morgan had missed most of the commotion as he worked on the buggy. He only decided to crawl out when he saw Bria scamper off. He watched the drama unfold and shook his head, "I though the psych evals had matched us to prevent crap like this?" Nothing is perfect. "Ah well, glad it's above my pay grade." Morgan wiped his hands off and then realized he also needed to brush off nearly the entirety of his coveralls. He smiled and took a moment to smell his hands as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Never gonna get tired of dirt. Now let's see if this thing does more than drive left." The steering was difficult to adapt to at first. Driving over rock, plants, and really just uneven terrain was wholly different than the sterile metal holds of a station. After a minute however, the initial shock wore and Morgan calmed his nerves. "We better thoroughly test this, we need to make sure." You're going to get in trouble. "Nah, I won't go that far. Just a quick lap around the camp and back." Morgan said, "I want to feel the wind."
  10. Morgan walked back around from the other side of the ship mumbling to himself, “Mountains…” They’re just really big rocks. “There is a bit more to it than that, but you have to have eyes.” Ouch. “The truth hurts, Cass.” Morgan replied, smiling. “We need to finish that rover. They want to start scouting permanent sites once they have sat data.” You’re the one with the legs. Morgan smirked as he made his way to where the vehicle had been set aside for him. “How am I suppose to work without a lift?” You can squeeze under there if you suck your gut in. “How do you even know if I have a gut?” Morgan snapped. I just imagined someone that had been laying on their back the whole way here would be fat. “I’ll fit just fine, thank you very much.” he replied. Morgan sighed as she surveyed the odd arrangement of tools compared to his workspace. Not to mention the lack of a diagnostic pad. “I need an extra pair of arms…” Morgan shielded his eyes with his hand and surveyed the crash site. Temporary shelters were starting to form and everywhere people were in motion. He glanced back to the ship, wondering if he risked wasting the time to find some kind of hand jack he could use when he saw a person in a sitting sprawl not doing much. “Cass, I think I found some hands sitting in the shade.” Morgan said. They’re probably for a Hardhat. “No, organic ones.” Well, that’s just gross, probably a victim. You should probably tell someone. Morgan sighed and shook his head as he approached the girl. She had her eyes closed so he scuffed his feet to get her attention. She looked like she wasn’t feeling well, probably why she wasn’t doing anything at the moment. "Hey, you alright?" I’m fine. She shaded her eyes with her hands and shrugged. "Nope, but hopefully I'm dying a little less than I was on the station. You?" "Trying not to panic about the lack of walls, honestly. Look, I'm not sure how awful you feel, but I know sometimes it helps to distract yourself and I could use another pair of hands since all the rest are being used. Think you're up to it?" Morgan smiled and absent-mindedly scratched his arm. She watched him suspiciously for a moment, then started to pull herself up. Getting to her feet was a dizzying, unsteady maneuver, but once she was up she was able to keep her balance. "Yeah, sure. Just...slowly, 'kay?" Morgan extended an arm which she accepted. "Once we get there, you'll have a seat. One of the buggies wasn't happy with our landing. I don't have anyway to hoist it here, so I have to crawl under. Helps to have a hand to pass tools and monitor the dash. I know you can handle it." She nodded and gave him a weak smile. "Thanks. Nice to know not everyone thinks the stowaway is useless." She’s going to kill you in your sleep. Can’t trust criminals. "We lost many more than I care to think about. We'll all be needed. If we lost too many, then it won't matter what we do, accidents and nature will ruin us. Pure numbers game. But even so, the brightside is fresh air, dirt, a sky, real plants, real water...mountains! Never thought I'd see real mountains with real snow." Morgan tripped on a rock but easily caught himself with their pace and laughed. "Guess I need to get used to things being in my way, not that I'll miss sheet metal." Morgan stopped talking for a second, but then started right back up, "My father always said the only thing that's useless is that which sits in a corner forgotten." He shrugged. "Don't get stuck in a corner.” That was awful, who taught you to flirt? “Cass says I should probably shut up. I guess this open air has me more on edge than I'm willing to admit." "Cass?" Morgan kinda lifted the arm she was holding. "Cass is a Jeeves that lives in my arm.... Is that what I am to you? “Yes, I know you are more than that...Mostly, she gives me a hard time." You deserve it. Gabriela laughed and for a moment she looked almost healthy. "Wow. That's pretty cool. I didn't know they did...put Jeeves in things other than androids." Morgan smiled along with her laugh, "Well, I did it. My arm is a replacement, paid for by the bonus. I lost the original in an accident. Lucky though, my brother lost a leg. Way harder to learn to walk again. At least I think so." "Also, weird to have your leg talk to you," she grinned at him. Morgan chuckled, "Yeah, don't need more reasons to make people think I'm crazy. I'm Morgan by the way. Friends call me Bot." "Gabriela Silva. I don't have any friends anymore, but you can call me Bria, if you want." “A pleasure, Bria.” Morgan responded as he helped her slide into the rover and started pointing out console lights and his small spread of tools and their names. In your sleep. I warned you.
  11. I much prefer for you to choose and surprise me as I have no strong feelings one way or the either.
  12. Morgan turned and started to walk away slowly with Michael, "Seems stupid knows no bounds in the verse." His brother huffed in agreement, "I take it you wanna take a look at structural integrity closer to the bit where it might be connected?" "Yeah, it looks like we have a much better chance in the skirt section." Morgan said, gesturing vaguely ahead as they walked. "Try and find a welding kit to start. We can worry about securing it once we have something traversable. I'll scout us a landing and start clearing a workspace." Hope they figure this out soon. Not waking people and we'll have too many dead to build anything viable. I bet those backups weren't designed to operate these popsicles for extended periods of time. Supplies or not, we'll need the manpower.
  13. Alarmed, Morgan pulled back his arm with a surprised yelp. He looked at what startled him and immediately dashed back and away from the pod, "What the fuck is that!?" Combat Using movement on both action ticks to get as far away as he can and putting something between him and the tentacles. Not running, just moving twice.
  14. "Sir...If I may ask..." Morgan started. "Later, Chief. The Commander can fill you in on essentials." Sarr said. "Yes, Sir." Morgan saluted and turned. He was annoyed he didn't get to talk to Ferro but evidently something was going on that superseded the crash. Probably what was causing the odd noises down in the cryo bay. Morgan quickly retreated back the way he came and met up with Yuan, "At your service, Sir."
  15. Morgan had opened his mouth to talk to Ferro, but it trailed off into a grunt as he turned his attention to the Captain, “Sir. Let’s just say I hope we’re on Tara ‘cause we’re not attaining altitude again...she’s in two pieces.” Morgan explained, “Based on the echoes from deeper in the ship, there’re people in distress, whether it be from attack or crash, I can’t say, but there’s some weird sounds. I arranged for emergency revivals and headed here to get details, Sir." Fresh air...sunlight. Let’s hope we live long enough to enjoy it.
  16. Chief Petty Officer Morgan Mallery, affectionately known as 'Bot' to some, and his brother Michael Mallery are the only two suvivors of the large Mallery family that occupied the Mars Olalla Orbiter up until the catastrophic failure of its positioning engine. The orbiter would have been lost altogether if not for the brother's quick thinking and fearless self-sacrifice. Morgan lost an arm and Michael eventually lost both legs due to the injuries suffered when repairing the engine. With their family dead they volunteered their billets to the Melbourne mission, which was set to leave within the year, for the fresh start, promotion, and bonus which paid for their limb replacements. The brothers' bond grew with the loss of their family. Used to the togetherness, both are dealing with the ache of separation and have thrown themselves into their work to help ease the pain of loneliness and grief. Prior to the accident Morgan, the fifth son of an extended family well over 100, was a well respected Chief who kept the aging orbiter's systems going well beyond their expected lifetime. He works hard and expects those under his watchful eye to do the same. Criticism can come quick, however compliments are given when earned. When not on duty, he's the first to 'power down' and swap stories and tell jokes. Most recently, with the last of his bonus money, Morgan purchased a copy of the Jeeves software and had it installed in his arm. He communicates with 'Cassandra' via a subdermal implant. Ha makes a point of not talking too much while others are around for fear of appearing crazy though an odd sentence may be caught here or there. Character Sheet
  17. Morgan shivered as he watched through a porthole his family tumbling into space towards Mars on the other side of the sealed hatch. Tears welled as he turned away. He was forced to push away his grief as he was grabbed by his brother Michael. “C’mon! Living first, dead later.” Michael screamed, shaking his sibling. “Look at me! Eyes open, Morgan. Eyes open!” Eyes open…Morgan blinked and quickly sat up, immediately regretting it as lances of pain shot through his brain. He clutched his head and fell back. He tried to groan, but barely a raspy croak escaped from his dry throat. At least I’m not sick. The Chief sat up again slowly and swung his legs over the side. He again opened his eyes, rapidly blinking as the pain started again. “So bright.” Wait a minute...Why is it bright? He looked around and noticed that all the typical floor lighting was dark and the nearby cryotubes only had half the lights they were suppose to according to the training. He set his feet and slowly stood up, happy to find he managed to avoid the typical disorientation and nausea even if his head was pounding. He stumbled to his brother’s tube and started the ‘defrost’ process. Morgan was relieved to find it was functioning, but seemed to be running on the backup battery. He quickly glanced around ahead of him and noticed that as far as he could see, all the cryotubes were on backups. As the procedure was near finishing he initialized Cassandra. Yawwwwwn. “Enjoy your nap?” Morgan asked. It was nice to get a break from you. I taught myself spanish and learned to garden. “No you didn’t, I uploaded it right before we left.” Well, I practiced until I got bored and went to sleep. “Did you dream of electric sheep?” No, we became tomato farmers and rode on tractors all day. “Dream big, do ya? Keep it down for a bit please. My skull feels like it is gonna split open. The beds are on backups and main power seems to be offline. I need to get Michael up, find some painkillers and figure out what’s going on.” “Morgan, I think we have a bigger problem.” Michael said, not appearing to be suffering any side effects as he sat up when the tube opened. “Oh, what?” “Turn around and open your eyes.” Morgan turned and squinted. His eyes went wide as he looked down the hangar and saw the large break in the ship. Sunlight streamed through. “Michael, start waking people up. Prioritize by necessity. Ignore failed or damaged units. Get some teams organized. I’m going to find Ferro.”
  18. Morgan Mallery is all done (as you know) just posting to say I'm in.
  19. Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.

  20. An interesting picture posted today on reddit. Splitting The Hobbit, the book, into each 3 hour film. 99 pages, 105 pages, 62 pages.
  21. ***SPOILERS**** ,, ,, I won't be so eloquent, but I fucking hated the movie. ,, It was boring, it was drawn out, they needlessly changed things. My only hope is that when I rewatch it being able to go straight to the third it will make more sense. ,, It is blatantly obvious this movie has suffered the most in the change from two to three movies that was done in production. The only thing that god awful barrel ride scene needed was Benny Hill music. ,, The whole fracking last act where the dwarves play hide n seek with Smaug and troll him was pathetic. ,, "Derpderpaderp, let me just hop in this metal container and ride down a channel of molten gold, the heat won't bother me at all. derpderpaderp." ,, It was just plain goddamn cringeworthy.
  22. Happy Holidays

  23. Bah, I'm not bothered at all. Life happens at the most inopportune times. Since Ira is so young in the story, I have no opinion one way or the other on the reveal.
  24. I was attacked by a flying mattress today.

    1. Matt

      Matt

      What propulsion mechanism did the mattress use?

    2. Forge

      Forge

      Wind Powered. With a mobile launch platform made by Ford.

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