Futurecraft: Macropolitical Personification Iteration #3
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"Of course, sir." Hexalan assumed a comfortable following distance behind Zuguth as they traveled the hall.
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Re: Futurecraft: Macropolitical Personification Iteration #3
"And you still don't need to call me Sir, I might be officially higher ranking but we're rather equal and you have much more military experience"
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"Whatever you say." The trio continued a then-silent trek through the hall.
That is, until there was a very unexpected shout, "ANYONE ELSE AROUND HERE??!!"
That is, until there was a very unexpected shout, "ANYONE ELSE AROUND HERE??!!"
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"...indeed." muttered Val, slowly drawing her sidearm. Noting Hexalan's considerable armour, she motioned her forwards, dropping to one knee and readying her weapon.

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Drawing what was frankly a semi-automatic SMG, Hexalan slowly made way forwards to what from afar looked to be simply the end of the hall, but, upon closer inspection, was a corner.
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Bossy, in the shape of a Mobian, turned around the corner and bumped right into Hexalan.
"Oh, it's you... Hey, Val, you here, too? And Zuguth?"
"Oh, it's you... Hey, Val, you here, too? And Zuguth?"
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Zuguth looked out from behind the two weapon-wielding women.
"Oh, hey. You here too? If the whole galaxy is on this ship and there is next to nothing outside it I think we should start getting worried, don't you?"
"Oh, hey. You here too? If the whole galaxy is on this ship and there is next to nothing outside it I think we should start getting worried, don't you?"
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"Not the whole galaxy, not yet, but I'd prefer to meet the UGC before the Strigiforme...
And I guess you don't remember much after the Stauros war either?"
And I guess you don't remember much after the Stauros war either?"
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"How'd you guess?" muttered Val, holstering her weapon and standing.
Laura's avatar reappeared. "If we could find a maintenance access, command deck, CIC, or similar, I may be able to determine a destination, speed, location, and such."
Laura's avatar reappeared. "If we could find a maintenance access, command deck, CIC, or similar, I may be able to determine a destination, speed, location, and such."

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"Well, considering we appearently all ended up here without knowing where we are or how we got here, I guessed that my memory problems may not be limited to myself.
On that note, anyone know WHEN we are?"
On that note, anyone know WHEN we are?"
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"My internal clock says December Fourth, but apparently the year is unknown. 0500 ship time, at least from what I can tell."

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"Let's go and find that data port, shall we?" The quartet embarked on a great journey, that was only really a few halls, before they encountered a proper room. As before, the walls were featureless and an illuminating glow came from seemingly nowhere. Spread around the room were dozens of what appeared to be tables, tables that had no leg room, or chairs for that matter. Hexalan approached on the 'tables', whereupon it and one adjacent sprung to life, a large, three-dimensional holographic display raised out of the console. Both displays were identical - a large parabola with a small sphere tracing its course at a quite rapid pace. There were what appeared to be readouts of data, but they were in the same language the door controls were in, and would presumable remain so until the largest of the readouts was fully translated. Among the yellowish text was a red sentence that read "!GENERAL ALERT: CURRENT TRAJECTORY STATUS - LETHAL!"
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"I get the oddest feeling that we're in a bad situation." observed Laura. "No dataport?"
"This might be." said Val, pointing towards what appeared to be a control panel. Maybe.
"This might be." said Val, pointing towards what appeared to be a control panel. Maybe.

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Bossy, walking up to one of the panels, studied the text for a while.
"Okay, I have a warning thing here with a timer. I can't read it, but from how fast it's counting down, I say we have maybe a few weeks to solve that problem."
"Okay, I have a warning thing here with a timer. I can't read it, but from how fast it's counting down, I say we have maybe a few weeks to solve that problem."
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Personification of: Strigiforme
Age: Unidentifiable
Appearance: Older Strigiforme male.
Notable Traits & Abilities: Capable of flight, good cook, strong fighter
(Equipment: Frying pan, 3 lbs of bacon, 7 hand grenades.
Strigiforme awoke with a headache in a storage locker. He couldn't really remember what had happened, but was pretty sure he would deeply regret it.
Oh well.
Strigiforme struggled a little in the confines, and found that it was a very tight space indeed. He heard voices, and what sounded like human steps. Knowing how racist humans were, he made his voice into a convincing facsimile of a human's, and called for help. The people outside stopped.
Age: Unidentifiable
Appearance: Older Strigiforme male.
Notable Traits & Abilities: Capable of flight, good cook, strong fighter
(Equipment: Frying pan, 3 lbs of bacon, 7 hand grenades.
Strigiforme awoke with a headache in a storage locker. He couldn't really remember what had happened, but was pretty sure he would deeply regret it.
Oh well.
Strigiforme struggled a little in the confines, and found that it was a very tight space indeed. He heard voices, and what sounded like human steps. Knowing how racist humans were, he made his voice into a convincing facsimile of a human's, and called for help. The people outside stopped.

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