Ariadne Guardpost Ii: The Evolution

spinviper · August 2003

*snatches P-Khans knife and hands it over to night*

"You better tell us the truth if you dont....... *Makes biting action with teeth* you know how crazy I am!" *winks ad night*

Khaim · August 2003

*Drains his glass of water in one swig*
"Hope we finaly get a mission, even though I applied for tech I wouldn't mind a bit of action now and then, maybe if I show enough field experiance they'll finaly let me try some of the command sims."
*yawns and wanders over to the table where Delta and most of the rest of the squad is seated*
"Hey guys, a little new here, tried to get into the tech division but I slacked off to much for em so they threw me into grunt work, heard a lot about you crazy fools, the whole W.T. Hell bit and all that jazz. Tell me, was it realy as bad as the officers made it sound?"

P-Khan · August 2003

*gets more jumpy*
"No, I never was part of any Black-Ops."
*throws knife up and down, always grabing it by the blade*
"Plus, even if I was Black-Ops, and no one was supposed to know, don't you think I would be trained to kill anyone silently and without no one knowing?"
*calms down, realising his secret has been blown*
"I mean, Black-Ops are trained to kill anything and anyone without anyone knowing"
*turns to Night, and whispers*
"I can kill you first if I wanted, even before you pulled the trigger. Plus, the safety is on. But dude, don't worry. If you keep quiet about this, you will live. I won't have a reason to kill"
*returns to shaky enviroment. spin takes knife*
"Give it back NOW. You don't know what you are messing with.
*eyes grow dark*

Vragnor · August 2003

*Wakes up. Shakes ice out of hair.*
"Thanks. Now how 'bout those holosights? *[tries to get holosights]
Spin, give the man his knife back before he shoots you with that pistol under the table."

BadKarma · August 2003

*finishes eating and walks into the firing range*
"Well, I dont suppose anyone here could show me how to use this thing?"
*He waves an LMG around, holding it by the forstock with a look on his face as though he has a bad taste in his mouth*
My character may be good with Kharra but he's a schmuck with firearms, having no actual training with them, he's more of a technical advisor than a real soldier

Night_Shade · August 2003

P-Khan: one, you can't see the gun, and two, no, the safety is definitely off [baleeted]. But enough about that, I think we should invoke the DM on that one. XECT!
And what is it with these kooky character backgrounds, anyway? Am I, like, the only character here who *doesn't* have a freaky background?
Also, if you did kill me, you'd probably get mown down by base security, not to mention the rest of the marines in the mess hall.

spinviper · August 2003

"erms Night has the knife not me mr BlackOps"

Lord_Darkness · August 2003

*walks into mess hall just as Ed fires Wynola's NyJack rounds*
"Damn, I forgot how powerful that thing was."
*hears commotion around P-Khan, sees Spin take his knife, walks over and puts helmet down on table*
"You know, I've always had a strange feeling about you, P-Khan. What were you, Russian Black Ops?"
*sits down and silently loads clip full of non-FF equiped bullets into recently-recovered P229 and points it at P-Khan's leg, without anyone noticing*

Cyberoptic · August 2003

*I heard all the commotion back there, and I decide to turn around and see what's going on. As I reach the mess hall, I walk to P-Khan's side*
"Uh... ya know, guys, this is not me problem, but if the guy wants to shut up his past, what's the big deal? Heh, this is the military, not ev'ryone here is peaches 'n cream, ya know? there are some, me like, that ain't got no pretty story to tell, so me 'n me likes prefer just to say nuthin' and that's it. Ya know? you ougtta know we're getting our arses tho the fire, 'n if we jus' fight each other, ya know, we're givin' the enemy an easy win. Ya get me meaning?"
*I look at P-Khan and pat his shoulder*
"Dude, me no care what the heck yu were before, jus' don't knife me sorry arse 'n all's fine"

xect · August 2003

Nightshade, the reason everyone has a special background is that everyone see their character as the main character, and everyone is eager to get everyone else to regard their character as more important than everyone else. But since the backstories aren't what blows up the game, I'll let it be, as long as you don't start taking over too much later on. After all, this first period is supposed to be about talking.

But I'm gonna come up with a little reminder anyway. You'll have to remember that you can't all be special. You don't have any weird weapons (no tranq darts, no desert eagles, no shotguns, no crap. I'm letting Eds gun pass because it's an important part of his personality and has been it since the unconventional introduction of his character, and the P229 because Ed brought it here. No one else has any non-standard weapons. Mods pass for now, but if they get out of hand I'll have to deal with those too.

"Oh lord, now we have both viper and an explosive loonatic. This is going to be a merry squad"

343_guilty_spark · August 2003

*Watches Terran come into med bay.*
" Hey Terran can you help me for a second ? I need you to boost me up there so i can get to that cupboard, it's okay the Docotrs are all busy."

Khaim · August 2003

*notices terran has walked off from the cafeteria*
*Walks over towards the commotion involving Khan and his knife*
"Hey hey, I'm a little new here but at least I know we shouldn't be trying to kill our own squadmates, save all the weapons we have for the damn aliens... We'll need it..."
*pulls up a extra seat from a nearby table to sit down on*
*sits*

343 Guilty spark, no one is using non-bolded purple as far as I can tell, so ya want to stick with bold and i'll just use normal? Cant get these damned font tags working.

Cyberoptic · August 2003

With all due respect for xect, I don't think weird backgrounds are based solely on the fact that everyone thinks that he/she is the main character. Background is what defines and RPG character, the base that explains it's later actions and decisions. Weird backgrouns often serve to spice up the character, make him different from others, and in some cases, such as mine, a funny chatacter. As xect says, if the character doesn't try to take over the story, the backgrounds are justified.
Also bear in mind that is logical that each person feels their character is special, as it should be, because if we where all the same character it would be boring.
Nightshade, try to think of the freaky backgrounds in a comic way and perhaps you'll take them easier, besides from getting a good laugh. <img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'>

P-Khan · August 2003

First: IT'S JUST MY CHARACTER!!! Also, I'm not saying that I'll try to be the main character, and things like that. Saying I was Black-Ops was just so the story could get more agitaded, which it did happen. Until now the story's been kinda slow, although it is only the begining <img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'>. I also didn't take over the story last time, did I? I was still ex-Black-Ops operative then.

*sees everyone gather around, wondering about if I was really Black-Ops*
"uh.... look, you guys wanna know the truth? I'll tell you the truth. JUST GIVE ME MY FREAKIN KNIFE BACK AND I'LL TELL THE TRUTH!!! I won't kill anyone. Promise."

Frosty · August 2003

*mumbles something about tsa low standards*
*yawns again*
*sits down*
"Whoo, I do not pitty the ship consler one bit."

Uh xect, what bout my revolver, it's sort of my secondary trademark (first being a flamethrower, but tsa dont use them), and iv'e had it sense the begining, realy nice description in the adrean guardpost 1, but if you say s0, ill get rid of it.

Night_Shade · August 2003

Methinks I should get more sleep. Or something.
Xect, optik, khan: points taken.
*looks around the room briefly* "Given everyone in this room is now jumpier than someone who's gone four days without sleep and has more caffeine than blood in his system, you'd better hope not."
*slides knife across table*
"Viper, don't take other people's weapons without asking."
*sees Frosty sit down*
"Morning frosty. Coffee?"

Frosty · August 2003

"No thanks, not realy into caffeene. Besides drugz is bad"
*eyes twinkle as he take a swig of booze, the metal cigar case twinkles in the light*
*Grins*
*unpockets some herbs and sprinkles on his soup*
"They never put enouph oregino in these"
*offers herbs to Night*
"Jus a wee bit will do it, its cuban oregino, strong stuff, and some garlic, cus garlic makes everything better."

Cyberoptic · August 2003

*I catch the knife that is sliding across the table and give it to P-Khan*
"Here ya go dude, jus' chill down."
*I walk out of the room, head to my quarters and promptly go to sleep.*

P-Khan · August 2003

*takes knife back, and puts it away*
"OK, let me start from the beggining. I entered the Russian Military Acadamy at the age of 16, and graduated at the age of 20. I did my specialization in electronis at MIT, and at the age of 22, was asigned to my first mission as an officer. We had to take over a base, located at Cordelia. The mission was a huge succes, with no casualties... for us. When I returned to Earth, I was
invited by General Sergei to be part of a 'clean up crew'. Since this was a request from the General in person, I accepted the offer."
*closes eyes, as is remembering something*
"I went to an underground base, located at Siberia, where I got all of my training as Black-Ops. I was assinged to a group called White Wolves. We were specialized in deep cold enviroments, and were trained in eliminating humans, skulks, gorges, lerks and fades. During the next 5 years, we were considered the best Black-Ops group in Russia. However, something changed....."
*opens eyes once again, but with tears inside*
"We were sent to decontaminate a crew of a ship which was floating out in space. They sent an SOS signal, and that they eliminated the Kharaa presence, but where heavely wounded. This would have been an ordinary mission, but we were assinged to go with another, unkown group, something uncomon for a mission with such an esay scale. They were called The Hounds. Once we got there, we slaughtered everyone, since the army was too busy to check if they were contaminated. We were going to leave the ship, but the crew weren't the only people to be 'decontaminated'......"
*has a breakdown and starts to cry*

Night_Shade · August 2003

"Heh. Thanks Frosty, but I already ate. And with the food they serve here, I really don't want to eat again."
*listens to Khan's story*
"...Damn. I'm sorry, man."
*reaches across the table and places one hand on Khan's shoulder*
"Hey, it's OK. You're still here, right?"

Paper · August 2003

took me a while to post and by the time i did it was already over hehe

*I think over what just happened when i realize my mouth is hanging open, i hold the bag of candy in front of khan*
"Here have some MnM's" <img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'>

Jaeger · August 2003

"That's the good thing about these semi-prepared meals. They taste the same coming up as they do going down."

PFCNublar · August 2003

"Sure...I guess."
*me boosts Guilty up*
"Aye, If your done up there, I'd like to get my pills."
*me puts him back down*
*walks into the other medbay*
*takes 2 pills and washes them down with water*
*heads out to quarters, the sleepy effects working already*

BadKarma · August 2003

"Right, I geuss i'll learn it by myself then"
*Starts trying to fire the LMG but hasnt chambered a round yet. Still not figuring it out, he shakes it and whacks it but no luck*

P-Khan · August 2003

"Thanks guys *snif*"
*cleans tears from eyes*
"Is just that, they were my family, you know, Danilov, Stoiky, everyone. And then, the TSA kills them, just cause we were doing a good job for them. I beg you. Don't tell this to no one. The high command think I'm dead, but I survived due to this knife"
*takes out knife which spin stole it, but was then returned*
"This knife entered my skin, and made me pass out. It stoped my bleeding a little, just enough for me to be saved by a passing merchant ship who saw my escape pod"

Khaim · August 2003

"Wow Khan, knew some of the TSA brass were evil, but... damn man... thats bad..."
*frowns*
"Hope the TSA never decides we've outlived our usefulness ya know? Come to think of that Khan why didn't the TSA kill you when ya got back to earth or wherever? Too open to kill you or something?"

Quaunaut · August 2003

*A very irritated look on his face, he yells at the intercomm hanging there* "When the hell we goin on this thing? God...is there a weight room 'round here? I need to do somethin...darnit."*still sitting, he tosses his can of soda at the trash, cursing its existence*

P-Khan · August 2003

"The TSA General who ordered the exectuion thinks I'm dead. When I was entering the escape pod of the ship, one of the members of Hound threw his knife at my leg. I passed out, and was rescued by this merchant ship, who didn't know I was from the TSA due to my different clothes from Black-Ops. They didn't report in anything, since I said that I escaped from a Kharaa infestation, and that is way too common for someone to report to HQ"
*rolls up sleave, revealing a tatoo with the fierce face of a white wolf, with blood on the mouth*
"This is the only thing which I still have of the old me.... to remind me of why I fight. I changed my name, face, everything."

Khaim · August 2003

Well crazy past and death warrent or no, glad to have someone a skilled as you on board... I myself cant hit the broadside of a onos... Better with computers and the like.
Quanaut, you forgot to close your tags, use /COLOR in []'s to close a color tag

343_guilty_spark · August 2003

" Thx Terran, now i shouldn't run out of medical supplies so quickly on any next missions."
*Follows Terran to the sleeping quarters, passes Khan on the way.
" You show off Khan. See you later Khan."
*Gets back to the sleeping quarters where he makes up some of his home made medcines, before falling asleep.*

Ariadne Guardpost Ii: The Evolution

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