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#1 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 05 March 2007 - 06:20 AM

Notemeal:

1. Omega chapter! New! For you!

2. Tech-nerdy goodness! I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

3. If you're wondering, yes, pretty much -exactly- like the ones in Half-Life. If you've played the game, you know what I'm talking about. ;)

4. We finally get to see what's -really- inside those secret labs. Some of it's good. Some of it... isn't so much.

5. Lynn's new toy: http://world.guns.ru...ult/hk_g36c.jpg

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It had taken several minutes of work to get the blast doors reopened, but the job was much easier with people on both sides of the blockage trying to find a way to circumvent it. The lack of critical time pressure also helped things immeasurably. Finally, the durasteel obstruction succumbed to the team’s combined efforts, sliding up and away, and allowing the two sections of the squad to link back up.

As the bulk of the team reentered the room that served as a transit hub into the research wing of the base, Imoen made her way over to Falynn and slipped in under her sister’s arm. She smiled as her older sibling gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Hi.”

“You two all right?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat pizza again, but I think I’m ok,” said Nalia.

Falynn blinked at her in confusion. “What?”

Both Omega Two and Omega Seven laughed at the Major’s response. “Long story, Lynn. We’ll fill you in later. But, in the meantime, we’ve got some good news for you.”

“Oh, really? You do? Well, hey, that’s great… and here I thought you were going to keep flooding me with reports of one impending disaster after another until I had myself an aneurysm and just died of massive brain hemorrhage right where I was standing.” She rolled her eyes and grumbled something half under her breath. Falynn had always had a bit of a cynical streak to her, but her “witticisms” were starting to grow beyond even that base level. It was clear that the tension of this prolonged operation was starting to wear at everyone – and Falynn was no exception to the rule.

Imoen knew that, at least subconsciously, if not necessarily on a rational level, and she was perfectly willing to give her sister some slack. None of them had been having a particularly easy time as of late, and she knew she shouldn’t take any of Falynn’s biting commentary personally. It was hard not to, though… but she managed. “Notice anything different about this place since the last time you were in it?”

Falynn nudged a plate of stamped, Dominion steel with the toe of her boot and frowned down at it. “You mean, aside from the mangled remains of what used to be a Dominion bomb strewn all across the floor?”

“Ptttttttttthhhh…” Imoen responded, casting saliva in a wide arc in front of her. “Yes, sister dear. Other than that.”

“That lift over in the corner there. That wasn’t there, before.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Imoen said with a snap of her fingers. “Nalia and I did a little tinkering with the computer systems while you guys were trying to get the blast doors open a second time. Managed to slice our way through some of the security protocols. I’m guessing that elevator over there is our entrance into the test labs.”

“And there’s a rack of Mark V Hazardous Environment Suits right next to it. Oh, that’s a good sign.”

Cipher frowned at the collection of biohazard protection gear. The things just looked imposing, with their fully enclosed helmets, and complicated air recycling and scrubbing equipment mounted on the chest and back panels. There were even charging points built into the wrist cuffs to draw energy directly from standard power outlets – if you could plug a toaster into it, you could also use it to recharge the suit’s batteries. Convenient, but still a tad on the creepy side considering that most people had grown up being told not to stick their fingers into power sockets. Despite the fact that the suits were a somewhat innocuous color combination of orange and black, they still gave her the willies. She shivered a little. “Yeah, that kinda threw me off a little, too.”

Imoen shrugged and put on a small smile. “Well, earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you’re getting a gun and a biohaz suit.”

Nalia rolled her eyes. “Oh, it just keeps getting better and better.”

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The team suited up, though getting Minsc into one of the protective outfits was a chore and a half. For one thing, it took them all a while to even find one that would fit him. For another, the big man seemed to have some kind of… issue… with small spaces. Living on a starship was one thing. Being in an underground research facility carved into a mountain was, for the most part, a similar situation. But pouring himself into a biohazard suit and snapping that helmet on over his head? That was a different story entirely. He eventually fell into line with everyone else, but not without the expected amount of Minsc-brand (i.e. loud) vocal protest.

Falynn clicked her own helmet into position, and was rewarded with a few jets of cool air blowing across her face. She rotated her shoulders, trying to get a feel for the range of mobility the suit would allow her. They looked bulky, but were, in actuality, pretty well designed and allowed the wearer almost the full range of movement in addition to providing a limited air supply that could operate independently of the outside air. The helmet was still a little restrictive, stole away much of the wearer’s peripheral vision, and was definitely not the sort of thing you’d want to have over your head if you were claustrophobic, but thankfully, other than the mild-form of the condition that Misnc suffered from, none of the other Omegas were prone to that particular affliction.

They piled onto the lift immediately afterwards, riding it even further down into the ground. At this point, they had no idea how far below ground level they actually were – not without looking at the various maps and blueprints they’d managed to secure. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Even if they’d been above-ground, they still would have been sandwiched between tons of mountain rock on every side.

Once arriving at the bottom of the elevator shaft, the team hesitantly entered the sub-complex of test chambers and experimental laboratories. No one was really all that terribly sure what they would find inside; everyone had their own ideas, none of which were especially comforting.

The first section they encountered was filled to the brim with complicated electronic equipment – the sort of apparatus that theoretical physicists sold their grandmothers for. For once, (or so it seemed) Falynn was finding a use for her academic background. She could identify most of the experimental equipment with only a few quick once-overs.

Harlequin let out an awed whistle as she gingerly ran a finger over the metal casing that housed some kind of solid-fuel rocket booster engine. “Wow. BuWeaps would love to get their hands on this stuff. Looks like they’ve been working on beefing up our current line of ship-killer torpedoes.”

Falynn nodded in agreement. “Well, I can’t blame them for that. Packing more punch onto our bombers would make everyone’s jobs a lot easier.” She frowned, and ran a close examination of one of the prototype warheads. “Looks like they’re trying to move away from standard chemical explosive payloads. This looks to be some kind of matter/anti-matter fusion chamber.”

Jan was practically foaming at the mouth under his hazard suit’s helmet. “Remarkable design. I wonder how they managed to overcome the quantum entanglement problem.”

Falynn shook her head and frowned. She was fairly well versed in the details of how subatomic particles worked, and, were the situation different, probably would have been just as fascinated as Jan was. Unfortunately, the situation was what it was, and time was short… as usual. “Don’t know. Don’t have time to find out. Let’s keep moving. I get the feeling we’re going to be finding a lot worse as we keep going.”

Jaheira frowned as well. “I get the feeling you’re right.”

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A little further into the complex, they encountered what looked to be a unit devoted to the development of prototype small arms. The entire area was fairly small in size, as far as R&D labs went, but it was liberally decorated with all manner of equipment: machinist’s tools, diagnostic machines, and other apparatus used in the testing and development process. Raw materials such as highly advanced plastics, sat next to micro-circuitry boards and miniaturized power cells, all of which were critical components in the creation of prototype weapons. Over on one of the side walls, several racks of experimental, but fully functional, battle rifles drew the squad’s attention and refused to let go.

Minsc, for example, had an enormous grin on his face, looking like the proverbial kid in a candy store as he eyed the storage racks of high-yield, bleeding-edge technology. Even Jaheira and Valygar, not known for their love of “toys” were suitably impressed by the displays of high-tech equipment.

Falynn lifted one of the rifles out of its storage cradle. The weapon was short and very compact, far lighter and easier to handle than her customary weapon. It had a reduced-length barrel, a butt-stock that could be folded to the side to make the rifle even more compact, and a clean, but effective selective-fire interface – the same features her current issue sported, and then some… all while still managing to minimize both weight and bulk, while simultaneously maximizing ease of use and maneuverability in tight quarters. She let out a low, impressed-sounding whistle. “Wow. This… this is a nice piece of kit.”

In the meantime, Nalia had set to work poking around the lab’s computer network. She’d slipped her way (figuratively speaking) into one of the lab’s computer terminals, and was busily digging up information and specifications on all the equipment under development. From her current station, she had limited access, and could only recover files directly related to the research being performed in this laboratory in particular, but even that was proving to be of some use. “Major?" she said. I think I found the project files on that rifle you’re holding.”

Falynn was still lovingly admiring the weapon’s craftsmanship, but had enough presence of mind remaining to pick up on what the Ensign was saying. “What’ve you got, Seven?”

“A bit. Project designation is HK-G36C... overall length of 720 millimeters, 500 with the butt-stock folded. Barrel length is 228 mm, with a weight of about 3.6 kilos when fully empty. Then there’s a whole bunch of… stuff… following it. I don’t know what the rest of it means, but it sure -sounds- impressive… well, except for the part about how the handguards sometimes overheat during prolonged firing situations. A couple of the researchers have been noting that in their project logs.”

Imoen murmured something. “Not surprising. Looks like this thing can kick out a lot of firepower really fast.” She’d picked up one of the rifles herself and was examining it with both her militarily-trained eye, and her natural naïve curiosity. “Rounds per minute?” she asked Nalia.

“Huh?”

Falynn clarified. “How many rounds per minute can this thing fire?”

Cipher went back to reading the data displays. She frowned slightly, not seeing the information she was looking for right away. “Uh… 750? That… that sounds like a lot… am I reading that right?”

The two sisters traded expressions of mild surprise. “Oh, I sure hope so,” Falynn said. She shook her head and stared at the weapon in her hands. “You guys think the brass would be mad if I took one of these for me?”

Imoen scoffed loudly. “Lynn, I’d be mad if you didn’t take one of those for you. Look how pretty it is… and it’s got… options. Designers made a good call on the Deece-style rail-attachment system. Gives you a ton of flexibility in such a small package.” She winked. “Like me.”

Falynn grinned in response. “Wonder what other little surprises are built into this thing.”

“Receiver constructed of high-strength, reinforced polymers with durasteel inserts… built-in gravimetric stabilization system to reduce ‘tremble…’ Self adjusting emission valves for ejection of waste heat… Level-A efficiency energy amplification conduits built into the barrel… detachable trigger units: default to single, two-round bursts and full-auto with ambidextrous selector levers… support for attachable 3.5 magnification telescope sights and AG36 underslung grenade launcher…”

“Oh, Baby Doll,” Falynn said, affectionately running a hand from the rifle’s receiver, down to the end of the barrel, and back. There wasn’t much tactile sensation to be had through the thick lining of her hazard suit’s glove, but the gesture still felt… right… somehow. “I reiterate my earlier statement. “This is a nice piece of kit.”

“Major?”

“Yeah, Seven?”

“What are vanadium focus-emitters?”

Falynn was clearly shocked. Her voice wavered slightly. “These… these things have vanadium focus-emitters?”

Imoen was shocked as well. “Holy crap!”

“Is that good?”

“It’s only like the best thing… -ever-!” Falynn replied with almost inappropriate levels of enthusiasm.

Jaheira snickered.

Raven glared at her. “Quiet down, Vix. You know when the last time I got laid was? Fancy new guns are pretty much all I got left to be excited about in my life.”

“That’s sad, Lynn.”

“Yeah. Thank you. Not helping.”

Imoen grinned. “I know.”

“It is a glorious day, right, Boo?” Minsc chimed in with his usual level of boisterousness. Now Minsc and his brave friends can open even larger cans of the butt-whoop!”

#2 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 05 March 2007 - 12:13 PM

1. Omega chapter! New! For you!


For me? Awww, you shouldn’t have!

2. Tech-nerdy goodness! I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.


Nobody can help you, you’re a lost cause. :D

Both Omega Two and Omega Seven laughed at the Major’s response. “Long story, Lynn. We’ll fill you in later. But, in the meantime, we’ve got some good news for you.”


And no bad news at all? Eeek, something must have escaped your attention then.

“No, it wasn’t,” Imoen said with a snap of her fingers. “Nalia and I did a little tinkering with the computer systems while you guys were trying to get the blast doors open a second time. Managed to slice our way through some of the security protocols. I’m guessing that elevator over there is our entrance into the test labs.”


Which is… where we needed to go, right? (My memory is kind of fuzzy on the Quest Objective.)

The team suited up, though getting Minsc into one of the protective outfits was a chore and a half. For one thing, it took them all a while to even find one that would fit him. For another, the big man seemed to have some kind of… issue… with small spaces. Living on a starship was one thing. Being in an underground research facility carved into a mountain was, for the most part, a similar situation. But pouring himself into a biohazard suit and snapping that helmet on over his head? That was a different story entirely. He eventually fell into line with everyone else, but not without the expected amount of Minsc-brand (i.e. loud) vocal protest.


Is Boo getting a suit as well? A holo-suit? ;)

Falynn nodded in agreement. “Well, I can’t blame them for that. Packing more punch onto our bombers would make everyone’s jobs a lot easier.” She frowned, and ran a close examination of one of the prototype warheads. “Looks like they’re trying to move away from standard chemical explosive payloads. This looks to be some kind of matter/anti-matter fusion chamber.”


Hope your commanding officers aren’t expecting you to carry back all this crap. :D

Falynn shook her head and frowned. She was fairly well versed in the details of how subatomic particles worked, and, were the situation different, probably would have been just as fascinated as Jan was. Unfortunately, the situation was what it was, and time was short… as usual. “Don’t know. Don’t have time to find out. Let’s keep moving. I get the feeling we’re going to be finding a lot worse as we keep going.”


Still, I can see Jan trying to stuff his bags as much as he possibly can.

“A bit. Project designation is HK-G36C... overall length of 720 millimeters, 500 with the butt-stock folded. Barrel length is 228 mm, with a weight of about 3.6 kilos when fully empty. Then there’s a whole bunch of… stuff… following it. I don’t know what the rest of it means, but it sure -sounds- impressive… well, except for the part about how the handguards sometimes overheat during prolonged firing situations. A couple of the researchers have been noting that in their project logs.”


*You fall asleep. Zzzzzzzz.* :D

The two sisters traded expressions of mild surprise. “Oh, I sure hope so,” Falynn said. She shook her head and stared at the weapon in her hands. “You guys think the brass would be mad if I took one of these for me?”


If it’s that good, why don’t you all get one? :D

“Oh, Baby Doll,” Falynn said, affectionately running a hand from the rifle’s receiver, down to the end of the barrel, and back. There wasn’t much tactile sensation to be had through the thick lining of her hazard suit’s glove, but the gesture still felt… right… somehow. “I reiterate my earlier statement. “This is a nice piece of kit.”


Yeah, next thing she’ll be taking that gun with her to bed. :)

Raven glared at her. “Quiet down, Vix. You know when the last time I got laid was? Fancy new guns are pretty much all I got left to be excited about in my life.”


That’s okay, Vix hasn’t got laid either. :D

“It is a glorious day, right, Boo?” Minsc chimed in with his usual level of boisterousness. Now Minsc and his brave friends can open even larger cans of the butt-whoop!”


Just bring on someone to give a whipping to!

#3 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 06 March 2007 - 04:48 PM

Aww, it's true love! :twisted:

#4 Weyoun

Posted 07 March 2007 - 11:23 PM

5. Lynn's new toy: http://world.guns.ru...ult/hk_g36c.jpg


Pfft... that's nothing. Here's what I want for christmas! http://kotorworld.uw...kotor2/hk47.jpg

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat pizza again, but I think I’m ok,” said Nalia.


;)

Falynn nudged a plate of stamped, Dominion steel with the toe of her boot and frowned down at it. “You mean, aside from the mangled remains of what used to be a Dominion bomb strewn all across the floor?”


Yes, aside from that obvious clue. :lol:

Imoen shrugged and put on a small smile. “Well, earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you’re getting a gun and a biohaz suit.”


Nalia rolled her eyes. “Oh, it just keeps getting better and better.”


Laska : Pffft, guns are overrated. Swords are much more fun. Any moron can fire a gun. It takes real skill to use a sword well! :?:

Falynn nodded in agreement. “Well, I can’t blame them for that. Packing more punch onto our bombers would make everyone’s jobs a lot easier.” She frowned, and ran a close examination of one of the prototype warheads. “Looks like they’re trying to move away from standard chemical explosive payloads. This looks to be some kind of matter/anti-matter fusion chamber.”


Jan was practically foaming at the mouth under his hazard suit’s helmet. “Remarkable design. I wonder how they managed to overcome the quantum entanglement problem.”


If its OS is Windows Vista, they'll either BSOD as soon as they hit the target and never go off, or they'll blow up at start-up. ;)

Minsc, for example, had an enormous grin on his face, looking like the proverbial kid in a candy store as he eyed the storage racks of high-yield, bleeding-edge technology. Even Jaheira and Valygar, not known for their love of “toys” were suitably impressed by the displays of high-tech equipment.


Speaking of dazzling displays, we haven't seen Tempest for a while. :lol:

“A bit. Project designation is HK-G36C... overall length of 720 millimeters, 500 with the butt-stock folded. Barrel length is 228 mm, with a weight of about 3.6 kilos when fully empty. Then there’s a whole bunch of… stuff… following it. I don’t know what the rest of it means, but it sure -sounds- impressive… well, except for the part about how the handguards sometimes overheat during prolonged firing situations. A couple of the researchers have been noting that in their project logs.”


Statement: That technology is so obsolete, master. ;)

“Receiver constructed of high-strength, reinforced polymers with durasteel inserts… built-in gravimetric stabilization system to reduce ‘tremble…’ Self adjusting emission valves for ejection of waste heat… Level-A efficiency energy amplification conduits built into the barrel… detachable trigger units: default to single, two-round bursts and full-auto with ambidextrous selector levers… support for attachable 3.5 magnification telescope sights and AG36 underslung grenade launcher…”


Does it come with a ketchup dispenser too? ;)

Falynn was clearly shocked. Her voice wavered slightly. “These… these things have vanadium focus-emitters?”


I'm just reminded how much I hate Wesley Crusher, for some reason. :)

Raven glared at her. “Quiet down, Vix. You know when the last time I got laid was? Fancy new guns are pretty much all I got left to be excited about in my life.”


Laska: *cough*loser!*cough*

“That’s sad, Lynn.”


“Yeah. Thank you. Not helping.”


:lol:
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#5 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 11 March 2007 - 01:42 AM

For me? Awww, you shouldn’t have!


You sure? I can -un-post it. :shock:

Which is… where we needed to go, right? (My memory is kind of fuzzy on the Quest Objective.)


(Sigh) Didn't you copy it down in your journal? :twisted:

:shock:

Is Boo getting a suit as well? A holo-suit?


She could just appear in one if she wanted to, yes. A miniature bio-hazard suit, tailor made to fit her lil' hamster body.

Still, I can see Jan trying to stuff his bags as much as he possibly can.


Um... these things weigh tons and are intended for mounting on fighters. Not very useful in an infantry-scale tactical situation.

*You fall asleep. Zzzzzzzz.*


(Sigh) Makes me wonder why I even bother. :twisted:

If it’s that good, why don’t you all get one?


For the same reason you don't give everyone +5 longswords even if they're good. Different people fight with different styles. Valygar is a sniper. He needs a long ranged, high damage, very accurate rifle. Jan and Jaheira tend to not engage targets from far away, so their priority is fire volume and close-in maneuverability. Minsc's job is to lay down a large volume of fire at medium to long ranges, and make the bad guys keep their heads down. Imoen and Falynn tend to be riflemen, so they need a bit more range and accuracy. Imoen is also constrained by the fact that she's often tapped for infiltration duty, so she needs a rifle that's compact and easy to move around with in tight quarters.

#6 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 11 March 2007 - 01:43 AM

Aww, it's true love!


It's... something, all right. Not entirely sure I'd call it love, but it's... something.

#7 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 11 March 2007 - 01:52 AM

http://kotorworld.uw.hu/images/kotor2/hk47.jpg


Meh. I have more realistic expectations. :shock:

Laska : Pffft, guns are overrated. Swords are much more fun. Any moron can fire a gun. It takes real skill to use a sword well!


Raven: "Wow. Just when I thought you couldn't get any more moronic. You do understand that the focus of person-to-person combat shifted away from melee weapons to ranged weapons for a reason, don't you? They're more effective, and yes, they are easier to use. So what? The simple fact that I can shoot you dead from over three hundred meters away before you'd even know I was there, should be enough to give you pause. But I'm pretty sure it won't." :twisted:

Harlequin: (To Imoen: Laska variant) "You should probably talk to her. Because it takes a hell of a lot of skill to hit a target that's two inches tall from a hundred feet away. A lot of skill. A lot of skill that... well... not to brag or anything, but I have that kind of skill."

If its OS is Windows Vista, they'll either BSOD as soon as they hit the target and never go off, or they'll blow up at start-up.


What if you're running DOS 6.2? Mmmm... text interface...

Speaking of dazzling displays, we haven't seen Tempest for a while.


She's outside the mountain along with most everyone else. Sorry. :shock:

Statement: That technology is so obsolete, master.


Raven: "If you say so, Clanky. We'll see if you feel the same way after we shoot off your knee actuators with our 'obsolete' technology."

Does it come with a ketchup dispenser too?


Raven: "Er, no... but it does have an onboard reservoir filled with tangy barbecue sauce."

I'm just reminded how much I hate Wesley Crusher, for some reason.


Enjoy. :twisted:

http://img86.imagesh...11780958tn2.gif

Laska: *cough*loser!*cough*


Raven: "Pot calling the kettle black, Laska? Call me crazy, but who's the one who's got the reputation for doing stupid stuff? Like getting her ears chopped off? Or her fingers? Or her hands? Or for getting all her friends into stupid situation after stupid situation and being so unbelievably dumb that even when said friends complain, she's just too dimwitted to acknowledge their points? Last time I checked, that's a bigger indicator of loserdom than not gettin' any for a while. 'course I could be wrong."

(And don't blame me, Laska started with the insults. Falynn's just kicking back. :shock: )

#8 Weyoun

Posted 11 March 2007 - 10:02 PM

Meh. I have more realistic expectations. :wink:


Well, if I could go all out, I'd pick the droid over the weapon. It'll look better in the living room too. :shock:

Raven: "Wow. Just when I thought you couldn't get any more moronic. You do understand that the focus of person-to-person combat shifted away from melee weapons to ranged weapons for a reason, don't you? They're more effective, and yes, they are easier to use. So what? The simple fact that I can shoot you dead from over three hundred meters away before you'd even know I was there, should be enough to give you pause. But I'm pretty sure it won't." :twisted:


Laska : Don't bet on it. I don't need elven senses to smell you from here.

Weyoun : Alright, Las, back off.

Laska : Hey, what are you picking her side for? I'm your character, dammit!

Weyoun : No, you're spilling your beer all over my new keyboard. Get outta here, elf!

If its OS is Windows Vista, they'll either BSOD as soon as they hit the target and never go off, or they'll blow up at start-up.


What if you're running DOS 6.2? Mmmm... text interface...


Oh, trust me. You don't want to be trying to set up Windows Vista when you have a Creative X-Fi. Great cards, but lousy driver support. It's odd that a whole team of a multinational company could not do what one chinese IT-student did manage to pull off in his free time: getting all the drivers and software working under Vista. But it's still frustratingly difficult to get everything working top-notch.

She's outside the mountain along with most everyone else. Sorry. :)


I knew that, but I had to ask. :twisted:

Statement: That technology is so obsolete, master.


Raven: "If you say so, Clanky. We'll see if you feel the same way after we shoot off your knee actuators with our 'obsolete' technology."


Seriously, though, I'm not so sure that'll work. If HK-47 is still standing and reasonably unharmed after being slashed at with a lightsaber, I don't really think bullet weapons will do much damage.

http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/6137/11780958tn2.gif


Woohoo! :shock:

Raven: "Pot calling the kettle black, Laska? Call me crazy, but who's the one who's got the reputation for doing stupid stuff? Like getting her ears chopped off? Or her fingers? Or her hands? Or for getting all her friends into stupid situation after stupid situation and being so unbelievably dumb that even when said friends complain, she's just too dimwitted to acknowledge their points? Last time I checked, that's a bigger indicator of loserdom than not gettin' any for a while. 'course I could be wrong."


(And don't blame me, Laska started with the insults. Falynn's just kicking back. :shock: )


No, no, no, don't worry about it. I usually role-play some BS around with Laska. It's all Laska's opinion, not mine. Though I must admit to baiting you just a teensy bit this time around to gauge reaction. This exact issue Raven mentioned is coming up in future parts of TnT. As you might have surmised, the upcoming Demogorgon battle will not go well, so there will be an aftermath.
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#9 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 12 March 2007 - 01:26 AM

1. Omega chapter! New! For you!


If it's for me, why are you sharing it with everyone else. I feel slighted.

2. Tech-nerdy goodness! I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.


:twisted: No. You couldn't. :shock:

3. If you're wondering, yes, pretty much -exactly- like the ones in Half-Life. If you've played the game, you know what I'm talking about. :twisted:


Yay!

4. We finally get to see what's -really- inside those secret labs. Some of it's good. Some of it... isn't so much.


Especially the new BFG. Not big f@cking gun. Oh no. It's the dreaded Burrito Fart Generator. Capable of wiping out all higher life forms on a planet.

5. Lynn's new toy: http://world.guns.ru...ult/hk_g36c.jpg


Pretty.

Bran: "I've seen better."

Inara: "Speak for yourself. That's a nice toy. Could pop some zombo skulls with that thing."

“You two all right?”


Imoen: "Physically, yes. Mentally? Well, to be fair they didn't start out that way, so it's okay."

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat pizza again, but I think I’m ok,” said Nalia.


*chuckles*

“Oh, really? You do? Well, hey, that’s great… and here I thought you were going to keep flooding me with reports of one impending disaster after another until I had myself an aneurysm and just died of massive brain hemorrhage right where I was standing.” She rolled her eyes and grumbled something half under her breath. Falynn had always had a bit of a cynical streak to her, but her “witticisms” were starting to grow beyond even that base level. It was clear that the tension of this prolonged operation was starting to wear at everyone – and Falynn was no exception to the rule.


Bran: "Situational stress is killer - and is the most dangerous in command staff. Trust me... I know."

Imoen knew that, at least subconsciously, if not necessarily on a rational level, and she was perfectly willing to give her sister some slack. None of them had been having a particularly easy time as of late, and she knew she shouldn’t take any of Falynn’s biting commentary personally. It was hard not to, though… but she managed. “Notice anything different about this place since the last time you were in it?”

Falynn nudged a plate of stamped, Dominion steel with the toe of her boot and frowned down at it. “You mean, aside from the mangled remains of what used to be a Dominion bomb strewn all across the floor?”


:shock:

“No, it wasn’t,” Imoen said with a snap of her fingers. “Nalia and I did a little tinkering with the computer systems while you guys were trying to get the blast doors open a second time. Managed to slice our way through some of the security protocols. I’m guessing that elevator over there is our entrance into the test labs.”


Wee!

“And there’s a rack of Mark V Hazardous Environment Suits right next to it. Oh, that’s a good sign.”


Hazmat suits. Yick.

Bran: "They make a suit of FAA [full assault armor] look fun and comfortable."

Imoen shrugged and put on a small smile. “Well, earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you’re getting a gun and a biohaz suit.”

Nalia rolled her eyes. “Oh, it just keeps getting better and better.”


The question then becomes.... what do you get next?

The team suited up, though getting Minsc into one of the protective outfits was a chore and a half. For one thing, it took them all a while to even find one that would fit him. For another, the big man seemed to have some kind of… issue… with small spaces. Living on a starship was one thing. Being in an underground research facility carved into a mountain was, for the most part, a similar situation. But pouring himself into a biohazard suit and snapping that helmet on over his head? That was a different story entirely. He eventually fell into line with everyone else, but not without the expected amount of Minsc-brand (i.e. loud) vocal protest.


BUTTS WILL BE LIBERALLY KICKED!

Once arriving at the bottom of the elevator shaft, the team hesitantly entered the sub-complex of test chambers and experimental laboratories. No one was really all that terribly sure what they would find inside; everyone had their own ideas, none of which were especially comforting.


Except for Jan, who was imagining all the things he could do with the X-23 HyperPhased Turnip Peeler he KNEW Intelligence was working on. :shock:

Harlequin let out an awed whistle as she gingerly ran a finger over the metal casing that housed some kind of solid-fuel rocket booster engine. “Wow. BuWeaps would love to get their hands on this stuff. Looks like they’ve been working on beefing up our current line of ship-killer torpedoes.”


Bran: "Torps are nice. Cap missiles? Oh... those make life so much fun. Nothing quite like seeing the surprise on some raider's face when his Tac officer tells him he's got a pair of Mk 80s heading right up his stern. HA!"

Falynn nodded in agreement. “Well, I can’t blame them for that. Packing more punch onto our bombers would make everyone’s jobs a lot easier.” She frowned, and ran a close examination of one of the prototype warheads. “Looks like they’re trying to move away from standard chemical explosive payloads. This looks to be some kind of matter/anti-matter fusion chamber.”


Photon torpedoes! Wee!

Kirk: "Mr. Spock... they've... stolen.. our... torpedoes!"

Jan was practically foaming at the mouth under his hazard suit’s helmet. “Remarkable design. I wonder how they managed to overcome the quantum entanglement problem.”


Author's Note: The foaming at the mouth had nothing to do with the torpedo, but instead just with Jan being Jan. :wink:

A little further into the complex, they encountered what looked to be a unit devoted to the development of prototype small arms. The entire area was fairly small in size, as far as R&D labs went, but it was liberally decorated with all manner of equipment: machinist’s tools, diagnostic machines, and other apparatus used in the testing and development process. Raw materials such as highly advanced plastics, sat next to micro-circuitry boards and miniaturized power cells, all of which were critical components in the creation of prototype weapons. Over on one of the side walls, several racks of experimental, but fully functional, battle rifles drew the squad’s attention and refused to let go.


In other words... kids in a candy... yeah, you say in the next paragraph. :)

Minsc, for example, had an enormous grin on his face, looking like the proverbial kid in a candy store as he eyed the storage racks of high-yield, bleeding-edge technology. Even Jaheira and Valygar, not known for their love of “toys” were suitably impressed by the displays of high-tech equipment.


:D I like bleeding edge. Nice. :D

Falynn lifted one of the rifles out of its storage cradle. The weapon was short and very compact, far lighter and easier to handle than her customary weapon. It had a reduced-length barrel, a butt-stock that could be folded to the side to make the rifle even more compact, and a clean, but effective selective-fire interface – the same features her current issue sported, and then some… all while still managing to minimize both weight and bulk, while simultaneously maximizing ease of use and maneuverability in tight quarters. She let out a low, impressed-sounding whistle. “Wow. This… this is a nice piece of kit.”


Someone's in love. :D

Falynn was still lovingly admiring the weapon’s craftsmanship, but had enough presence of mind remaining to pick up on what the Ensign was saying. “What’ve you got, Seven?”


:shocked: Okay.. I don't know why, but now I've got the image of Nalia with a silver skintight suit and Borg implants (including the mammary interface capacitors) And it's creeping me out.

Imoen murmured something. “Not surprising. Looks like this thing can kick out a lot of firepower really fast.” She’d picked up one of the rifles herself and was examining it with both her militarily-trained eye, and her natural naïve curiosity. “Rounds per minute?” she asked Nalia.

“Huh?”


She's a Fleet geek, but she's still military. :D

Cipher went back to reading the data displays. She frowned slightly, not seeing the information she was looking for right away. “Uh… 750? That… that sounds like a lot… am I reading that right?”


Okay... that's... a lot.

The two sisters traded expressions of mild surprise. “Oh, I sure hope so,” Falynn said. She shook her head and stared at the weapon in her hands. “You guys think the brass would be mad if I took one of these for me?”


Nah. Course not. :D

Imoen scoffed loudly. “Lynn, I’d be mad if you didn’t take one of those for you. Look how pretty it is… and it’s got… options. Designers made a good call on the Deece-style rail-attachment system. Gives you a ton of flexibility in such a small package.” She winked. “Like me.”


Valygar: *coughs*

Bran: *facepalm*

Imoen: *smacks both of them upside the head* "I don't think she meant -that- kind of flexibility."

“Receiver constructed of high-strength, reinforced polymers with durasteel inserts… built-in gravimetric stabilization system to reduce ‘tremble…’ Self adjusting emission valves for ejection of waste heat… Level-A efficiency energy amplification conduits built into the barrel… detachable trigger units: default to single, two-round bursts and full-auto with ambidextrous selector levers… support for attachable 3.5 magnification telescope sights and AG36 underslung grenade launcher…”


Nice toy.

“Oh, Baby Doll,” Falynn said, affectionately running a hand from the rifle’s receiver, down to the end of the barrel, and back. There wasn’t much tactile sensation to be had through the thick lining of her hazard suit’s glove, but the gesture still felt… right… somehow. “I reiterate my earlier statement. “This is a nice piece of kit.”


Bran: "You two need a moment?"

“Major?”


“Yeah, Seven?”


“What are vanadium focus-emitters?”

Falynn was clearly shocked. Her voice wavered slightly. “These… these things have vanadium focus-emitters?”

Imoen was shocked as well. “Holy crap!”

“Is that good?”

“It’s only like the best thing… -ever-!” Falynn replied with almost inappropriate levels of enthusiasm.


Bran: "Act now and we'll even throw in the chrome package free!"

Raven glared at her. “Quiet down, Vix. You know when the last time I got laid was? Fancy new guns are pretty much all I got left to be excited about in my life.”


*blinks*

Bran: "I... What the hell do you say to that?"

Imoen: "No clue."

Bran: "Lemme ask. Hey, Inara?"

Inara: *glares* "Real funny."

Bran: *shrugs* "She needs a happy gun too."

Imoen: *amused eye roll*

“That’s sad, Lynn.”

“Yeah. Thank you. Not helping.”

Imoen grinned. “I know.”


Imoen: "Oh yeah. She shoots... she scores!"

“It is a glorious day, right, Boo?” Minsc chimed in with his usual level of boisterousness. Now Minsc and his brave friends can open even larger cans of the butt-whoop!”


Only one thing can be said to that .... BOO. YAH.

Fun and wonderfully geeky chapter!

VH

#10 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 12 March 2007 - 05:46 PM

Well, if I could go all out, I'd pick the droid over the weapon. It'll look better in the living room too.


Yeah, but he'd shoot up all the furniture, and attack your house guests... and Lord only knows what he'd do if you had pets...

Oh, trust me. You don't want to be trying to set up Windows Vista when you have a Creative X-Fi. Great cards, but lousy driver support. It's odd that a whole team of a multinational company could not do what one chinese IT-student did manage to pull off in his free time: getting all the drivers and software working under Vista. But it's still frustratingly difficult to get everything working top-notch.


I have a Creative Sound Blaster X-Fi. Hmph. Guess that means no Vista for me. :D

Seriously, though, I'm not so sure that'll work. If HK-47 is still standing and reasonably unharmed after being slashed at with a lightsaber, I don't really think bullet weapons will do much damage.


They're not bullet weapons. They're energy weapons that just use the same designations and look the same as real-world firearms. I just think they look pretty. :D

So, yeah, Falynn's rifle could probably cut through even that much durasteel plating. ;)

No, no, no, don't worry about it. I usually role-play some BS around with Laska. It's all Laska's opinion, not mine. Though I must admit to baiting you just a teensy bit this time around to gauge reaction. This exact issue Raven mentioned is coming up in future parts of TnT. As you might have surmised, the upcoming Demogorgon battle will not go well, so there will be an aftermath.


(Nod)

I figured, yeah... question is, is she going to "grow up?" as a result, or is she just going to learn her lesson for five minutes then go back to being her normal self? It's... not going to be easy, either way. I mean, Laska? Learning stuff? That... seems impossible for her.

And yet, not learning stuff? Makes the whole exercise trite, doesn't it? Neither of which is a good thing. It's... not an easy corner to write yourself out of, but I'm guessing you've got it all (or at least mostly) figured out?

#11 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 12 March 2007 - 05:57 PM

If it's for me, why are you sharing it with everyone else. I feel slighted.


Yeah, well, whenever I see Teh_No writing porn, you're the only one I send links to. (Snort)

So you're special in -one- way. ;)

Inara: "Speak for yourself. That's a nice toy. Could pop some zombo skulls with that thing."


Weren't you telling me that you were thinking about having Inara equipped with a G-36? It's basically the same as Falynn's rifle, only Lynn's is the compact "carbine" variant. Same general design, though.

Only, obviously, Lynn's fires laser bolts.

Hazmat suits. Yick.

Bran: "They make a suit of FAA [full assault armor] look fun and comfortable."


Raven: "Actually, these things are pretty comfortable considering the bulk and all. Plus, there's a lot to be said about not immediately dying from immense radiation exposure or exposure to biological agents."

The question then becomes.... what do you get next?


That is a good question. Not sure the answer will be anything anyone wants to hear.

Someone's in love.


Raven: (Sighs) "I'm alone. What do you want?"

:shocked: Okay.. I don't know why, but now I've got the image of Nalia with a silver skintight suit and Borg implants (including the mammary interface capacitors) And it's creeping me out.


Thankfully, Nalia is no Jeri Ryan.

Imoen: *smacks both of them upside the head* "I don't think she meant -that- kind of flexibility."


Harlequin: "Huh? What are you tal- oh..." (Blushes) "Oh... ahem. Er... no, that's... that's -not- what I was talking about."

Bran: "Lemme ask. Hey, Inara?"

Inara: *glares* "Real funny."

Bran: *shrugs* "She needs a happy gun too."

Imoen: *amused eye roll*


CN: "Would she settle for a happy 'hose'?" (Snickers)

#12 Weyoun

Posted 12 March 2007 - 11:07 PM

I have a Creative Sound Blaster X-Fi. Hmph. Guess that means no Vista for me. :D


Drivers are late, applications unsupported, issues still persist. But then again, it's creative, so did you really expect anything else?

Be glad you have an X-Fi. The flagship'll have to be fixed. The Audigy and Live! owners are royally boned, though.

If you like, I'll dig up the link to the improved applications that chinese IT-student I mentioned made. If you combine those with the recently released Vista X-fi drivers, you'll have a completely working system... provided you have at least 3GB of internal memory, that is.

They're not bullet weapons. They're energy weapons that just use the same designations and look the same as real-world firearms. I just think they look pretty. ;)


Oh, okay. I thought you were referring to that HK thingymabob you referred to in your original post. :D

I figured, yeah... question is, is she going to "grow up?" as a result, or is she just going to learn her lesson for five minutes then go back to being her normal self? It's... not going to be easy, either way. I mean, Laska? Learning stuff? That... seems impossible for her.


Grow up? Never. Laska will never grow up completely. She'll get older, though, and be more aware that the world around her is changing while she stays the same. That's always the problem for an urbanised elf like her.

And yet, not learning stuff? Makes the whole exercise trite, doesn't it? Neither of which is a good thing. It's... not an easy corner to write yourself out of, but I'm guessing you've got it all (or at least mostly) figured out?


Oh, yeah, she'll be learning stuff, also to open her ears a little more in the future. Granted, in the ToB section, there's less of an opportunity for her to act impulsive, though.
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Darth Baras - A blind, comotose lobotomy-patient could sense my anger!

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#13 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 13 March 2007 - 04:45 PM

If you like, I'll dig up the link to the improved applications that chinese IT-student I mentioned made. If you combine those with the recently released Vista X-fi drivers, you'll have a completely working system... provided you have at least 3GB of internal memory, that is.


That's ok. I'm sticking with XP for now. I don't plan to upgrade to Vista. Also... well, my machine, despite being new, has only 2 GBs of RAM.

Oh, okay. I thought you were referring to that HK thingymabob you referred to in your original post.


G36C. Lynn's looks like the real-world one. It just fires lasers. ;)

It's sweeeeeeeet. I've been using it in Rainbow Six: Vegas. SWEEEEEEET.

In other news, that game rocks my socks. It's yummy. :)

Grow up? Never. Laska will never grow up completely. She'll get older, though, and be more aware that the world around her is changing while she stays the same. That's always the problem for an urbanised elf like her.


I realize she's elven, and as such, is going to outlive most of her friends... as a result, well... yeah, they tend to change very slowly if at all. But... it's almost a little depressing... thinking that she'll be the eternal child, and... well... even some horrible stuff happening to her won't be enough to make her mature. That's... a bit on the creepy side, if you ask me. :D

#14 Weyoun

Posted 18 March 2007 - 08:52 PM

That's ok. I'm sticking with XP for now. I don't plan to upgrade to Vista. Also... well, my machine, despite being new, has only 2 GBs of RAM.


Believe me, I hear ya. My computer is relatively new, and I have 2 GBs of RAM, but what was enough to run games full blast on XP, no longer is so on Vista. Might have something to do with the DirectX9.0 software layer, but still. If everything runs fine under XP and I need to spend over 300 Euroes to get the same working under Vista, the choice is very easy. :wink:

G36C. Lynn's looks like the real-world one. It just fires lasers. ;)


It's sweeeeeeeet. I've been using it in Rainbow Six: Vegas. SWEEEEEEET.


I'm more for Hitman myself. It's funny, I invest a lot of money on guns in the Hitman games and bend over backwards to increase my gun collection, but the times I actually fire a weapon during missions can be counted on one hand.

In other news, that game rocks my socks. It's yummy. :roll:


Currently replaying Hitman Blood Money. I love the W2000 sniper rifle... pity I hardly ever use it. :roll:

I realize she's elven, and as such, is going to outlive most of her friends... as a result, well... yeah, they tend to change very slowly if at all. But... it's almost a little depressing... thinking that she'll be the eternal child, and... well... even some horrible stuff happening to her won't be enough to make her mature. That's... a bit on the creepy side, if you ask me. :cry:


I've read a lot about elven psychology, mainly in the Complete Book of Elves. It's an obsolete book now, it being 2nd edition and all, but it had some poignant points. Elves are physically mature around 25-30, but they only become mentally mature around 120 years of age. In elven communities, children live with their parents until 120. But Laska was raised by a human and was forced into the world relatively very early in life. Due to all these radical things happening to her during her formative years, she's become an urban elf, mostly. Problem is, elves with her kind of experience tend to get suicidal, or at least self-destructive, because they live at the same pace as the humans, but can never quite keep up. They see the world changing around them, and don't quite know how to cope with it.
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#15 Guest_Coutelier_*

Posted 20 March 2007 - 05:06 AM

As the bulk of the team reentered the room that served as a transit hub into the research wing of the base, Imoen made her way over to Falynn and slipped in under her sister’s arm. She smiled as her older sibling gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “Hi.”

“You two all right?”


Imoen: Considering that they could have blown up, I'd say they're doing pretty well.

“Oh, really? You do? Well, hey, that’s great… and here I thought you were going to keep flooding me with reports of one impending disaster after another until I had myself an aneurysm and just died of massive brain hemorrhage right where I was standing.” She rolled her eyes and grumbled something half under her breath. Falynn had always had a bit of a cynical streak to her, but her “witticisms” were starting to grow beyond even that base level. It was clear that the tension of this prolonged operation was starting to wear at everyone – and Falynn was no exception to the rule.


Tarant: Anyway, you're more likely to get an aneurysm from trying to converse normally with Minsc or Jan.

Falynn nudged a plate of stamped, Dominion steel with the toe of her boot and frowned down at it. “You mean, aside from the mangled remains of what used to be a Dominion bomb strewn all across the floor?”

“Ptttttttttthhhh…” Imoen responded, casting saliva in a wide arc in front of her. “Yes, sister dear. Other than that.”


Edwin: Typical of her... so unladylike.

Imoen: Why, thank you, Lord Painintheass of Bastardshire.

Cipher frowned at the collection of biohazard protection gear. The things just looked imposing, with their fully enclosed helmets, and complicated air recycling and scrubbing equipment mounted on the chest and back panels. There were even charging points built into the wrist cuffs to draw energy directly from standard power outlets – if you could plug a toaster into it, you could also use it to recharge the suit’s batteries. Convenient, but still a tad on the creepy side considering that most people had grown up being told not to stick their fingers into power sockets. Despite the fact that the suits were a somewhat innocuous color combination of orange and black, they still gave her the willies. She shivered a little. “Yeah, that kinda threw me off a little, too.”


Tarant: Yes, very unfashionable color isn't it? I guess they'll just have to abort the whole mission, at least until you can send for your tailor.

The team suited up, though getting Minsc into one of the protective outfits was a chore and a half. For one thing, it took them all a while to even find one that would fit him. For another, the big man seemed to have some kind of… issue… with small spaces. Living on a starship was one thing. Being in an underground research facility carved into a mountain was, for the most part, a similar situation. But pouring himself into a biohazard suit and snapping that helmet on over his head? That was a different story entirely. He eventually fell into line with everyone else, but not without the expected amount of Minsc-brand (i.e. loud) vocal protest.


Aerie: Just remind yourself you're doing it to help your friends... t-that's what gets me through whenever it hit's me bad.

Imoen: Yup, Aerie's always fine when she's got a task to focus on.

Aerie: I-it's a pity we haven't yet found anything to help you over your crippling fear of cats.

Imoen: Well that's different... you're just frightened of not having enough space. Cats actually are evil incarnate.

Falynn nodded in agreement. “Well, I can’t blame them for that. Packing more punch onto our bombers would make everyone’s jobs a lot easier.” She frowned, and ran a close examination of one of the prototype warheads. “Looks like they’re trying to move away from standard chemical explosive payloads. This looks to be some kind of matter/anti-matter fusion chamber.”


BGH Aerie: T-there are quite a few of those kept in the war museum on Faenya Dail.

BGH Imoen: I suppose you could make one out of stuff from the kitchen?

BGH Aerie: D-do you keep anti-matter in your kitchen? Must be a strange human thing I still have to learn about.

Cipher went back to reading the data displays. She frowned slightly, not seeing the information she was looking for right away. “Uh… 750? That… that sounds like a lot… am I reading that right?”

The two sisters traded expressions of mild surprise. “Oh, I sure hope so,” Falynn said. She shook her head and stared at the weapon in her hands. “You guys think the brass would be mad if I took one of these for me?”


Tarant: Only if someone tells them... surely if they find out later that some are missing you can just blame the bad guys?

Imoen: Like when you 'accidently' hacked to death that tax collector and blamed wild pixies?

Imoen scoffed loudly. “Lynn, I’d be mad if you didn’t take one of those for you. Look how pretty it is… and it’s got… options. Designers made a good call on the Deece-style rail-attachment system. Gives you a ton of flexibility in such a small package.” She winked. “Like me.”


Imoen: That's impossible. No way is it that good.

Raven glared at her. “Quiet down, Vix. You know when the last time I got laid was? Fancy new guns are pretty much all I got left to be excited about in my life.”


Tarant: So long as she remembers to keep the long thin end pointed at the enemy, I'm sure things will work out fine.

“It is a glorious day, right, Boo?” Minsc chimed in with his usual level of boisterousness. Now Minsc and his brave friends can open even larger cans of the butt-whoop!”


Tarant: And now I have a head ache.

#16 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 21 March 2007 - 06:15 PM

Imoen: Considering that they could have blown up, I'd say they're doing pretty well.


Seriously... there is a LOT to be said for "Variable: Being Blown Up = false."

Edwin: Typical of her... so unladylike.

Imoen: Why, thank you, Lord Painintheass of Bastardshire.


Harlequin: "At least she addressed you by your proper title..." :)

Tarant: Yes, very unfashionable color isn't it? I guess they'll just have to abort the whole mission, at least until you can send for your tailor.


Raven: "Not a big fan of the orange... less a fan of death by radiation exposure, or death by chemical agent or death by horrible, disfiguring, wasting disease."

Imoen: Well that's different... you're just frightened of not having enough space. Cats actually are evil incarnate.


CN: "I'm a dog person, but cats can be ok. Just as long as they don't scratch... or pee on you."

Imoen: That's impossible. No way is it that good.


Harlequin: "Of course not. Nothing's -that- good, but it's close enough to warrant a comparison being made. It still comes up lacking, of course, but everything does."

Tarant: And now I have a head ache.


Raven: "I get the impression that you always have a headache, regardless of time, place, or circumstance."




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