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Post by Absinthe on Sept 19, 2018 4:57:40 GMT
[ Cpt. Roland Locke | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: guinuspiggusBehind his calm exterior lay a man in tight focus. He knew that the Krill would take no prisoners, that if they were invaded that would remove his head and within a very short amount of time they would use it in one of their ceremonies. He'd read the reports and he only hoped that fates of the people he say around him would not be so dark and horrid as that. A part of him was tempted to see about triggering a power surge in the pods reactors and self destruct as much as he could, deny the Krill the pleasure of killing them, but he knew better, he knew that there was no way the Krill knew the weapons and defensive systems of the station, heck he didn't even really know them. "It would not surprise me, and that Squawk strikes me as the kind of guy that would thrive off this kind of excitement," he said with a tight little smile. He stepped into the elevator as the doors slide open. " With any luck we'll make it through today just fine, or at least give them a hell of a fight." --- [ Che'Rrey Pai | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: Triage, drei " You want us to plan and hold a fair in less than an hour? Like get everything set up and ready to go?" Che'Rrey asked in disbelief. " I mean when you said you wanted I Pai eating contest I was hoping for something a bit more... Well something we wouldn't be allowed to do on the Main Thoroughfare." " I might be able to get a stand, get a table or two out there, but where are you planning to get all the pies this is gonna take?" Che'Rrey asked considering it carefully. It might be possible. It was an insane plan, stupid even, but it would at least prevent anyone from panicking because they'd all be too freaking busy setting up and then trying to keep this hairbrained idea from falling apart. --- [ Claudius | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ] attn: guinuspiggus" Well, given that the pods the Union bolted to my exterior don't have shit for weapons or shielding," Claudius replied after a moment. " And given that I haven't sent my drones down to check on my weapons and shields in awhile, I've decided to activate my grappler beam and bring them in and force them to dock when they get close enough." He smiled and nodded at that. It was a good plan, or at least one that would mean no one would shoot any plasma weapons at him. " And if these Krill get to be too rambunctious I will simply vent the atmosphere from any section they are in. Shouldn't cause a total loss of life, at least not of the people I'm taking care of. Might cause a little bit of a fight though..."
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Post by drei on Sept 20, 2018 13:22:17 GMT
[ Lt. Squawk McCall | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station]
"Yes, absolutely!" Squawk said, enthusiastically. "It happens on my planet all the time! I'm sure we can do it. One time, I wanted a snack and ended up with a Cheese Festival that very afternoon."
Squawk smiled as he remembered that weekend. "All I asked Mr. Caw'son for was a fair amount of cheese as I was having guests over."
Squawk's beak studs glowed again. As it did, a beeping sound approached as people on the promenade started to part and give way. It was Augusto the Pie-Making Octopus. He appeared to be hovering. His arms (for octopodes usually had no tentacles) holding an assortment of cartoonish pie-making implements and fake pies.
"Hiya, Friends! It's me, Augusto! Who-a wantsa some-a pie! Wahoo!" the floating fabric and foam creature said in a voice that sounded just the slightest bit robotic.
"Hey there, Augusto, Registered Trademark!" Squawk said "Please do not do any plumbing!"
"Of crust, not!" Augusto replied "Pie would never do that!"
"Yeah," Squawk said "It was a rush design job. It's just my digital valet drone. I usually just have it scanning and recording my videos, but it can wear a hastily synthesized costume as well. A real valet can do so much more! Like organize a fair in a... oh! A fair amount of cheese. Oh hey, I just got that!"
The main body of the drone operated the head of the flying cephalopod while its auxiliary drones manipulated some of the limbs. A spare auxiliary drone would of course act as photographer.
An anthropomorphic octopus that made pie was, of course, a character Squawk had a design ready for merely by coincidence. He was working on a comic and it had a pie making octopus. Its name, however, was not Augusto, and she was a pastry chef. "Anyway, surely the food synthesizers work, now!" Squawk said "I mean, they let go of all the line cooks at the mess quite a while ago."
Squawk got on his communicator and contacted an ensign whose name was very hard for him to pronounce.
"Ensign I-Am-Going-Through-A-Tunnel," Squawk said "Please synthesize several dozen pies. And please ask one of your colleagues to synthesize some tables, chairs, and some portable kiosks."
"Aye, sir." the ensign said "My name is - bzztt crackle bzzt - by the way."
"Sorry, ensign, there was static. Bring them to the promenade stat." Squawk said. The ensign's name merely sounded like fake static one made to end an unwelcome call.
He faced Che'Rrey again. "We'll also have a pie-making contest-slash-show for honest to goodness homemade pie. No soggy bottoms! But for the pie-eating contest, synthesized is fine."
Augusto the Pie-Making Octopus started hovering around and what appeared to be lines of "ink" marked sections for the fair.
"We'll clean that up, don't worry. We can set up the stage here." Squawk said "And the judge's table here..."
Squawk's communicator made some noises.
"I've got some local acts confirming. You'll enjoy Ensign Nono's yodeling. And I have people registering for the pie-making contest. We'll have to judge those much later as they'll need time to cool. We're having them cook them live, here. We'll have the cooking stations set up thereabouts. I think I know where they stored the stuff we used in what was the galley. It'll be like a live baking competition! People love watching those! Or else, I think we can provide some portable ovens and hobs. And the pie-eating goes here..."
As Squawk said this, Augusto seemed to printing out paper of various lengths.
"Pardon my valet," Squawk said "He usually doesn't sheet in public. But you know, special circumstances. Banners and flyers and streamers and whatnot."
Squawk walked to a stack of flyers and then talked to "Augusto." He nodded and Augusto continued roaming about, printing and being in character. Squawk walked back to Che'Rrey.
"If you could talk to the other shop proprietors as well as hand these flyers out, maybe convince them to help get everyone to the promenade faster, that'd be great." Squawk said "I have to go print out some larger things. Backdrops... get those prize ribbons ready. Oh, and if you can pick some judges, I'm sure they'll be great."
Squawk excused himself as he walked off, pretending he had not had a plan for an emergency pie fair ready just in case for months.
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Post by guinuspiggus on Sept 24, 2018 2:08:40 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Rachael Evelon | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] He stepped into the elevator and Evelon followed after. Though the captain was offering a smile, she couldn’t summon one up. Death was on their doorstep. She didn’t mean to do so, but she looked exactly like she was the hell Locke spoke of. A living harpy who was summoning up all the hatred and pain she had been storing away all these years and getting ready to unleash it onto the Krill. She had some words she wanted to say to drive the ‘give them hell’ point home. She did not, because it was not appropriate to say such things in front of your superiors.
When the doors closed, her hatred did not stop. It oozed from her being. “I must compliment your calm demeanor.” She admitted.
[ Syrano | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ] “Well then...do we know they’re hostile for sure?” Syrano asked, but somehow he knew. Why else would they send a war-ship. He wanted so badly to think they were friendly, but it was wishful thinking. If that wicked Tyrian Bull had not appeared, he would have been far less paranoid than he was. He would’ve also been drunk off his rocker too. He remained half-seated on the walkway, his skirts covering himself, but he brushed them away to rub his knees. They ached.
As he did, he felt...an idea. Or something like an idea, given the circumstances. “...Claudius,” He asked, far less panicked. “....what are the chances of winning, if the Lienati become involved in a close combat battle with these shrimp?"
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Post by Triage on Oct 5, 2018 23:19:52 GMT
[ Dr. Saranya Davenport | Sickbay | Deck 1 | Augustus Station ] Attn: Absinthe , guinuspiggus & drei
Racing through the corridors and taking lifts only when it saved time, Saranya soon reached the doors of the sickbay and she quickly briefed the staff and personnel there. It was a matter of time when it came to Krill, that she'd see visitors coming in. Making sure she had her hands cleaned, she dressed into her emergency response gear, and hooked whatever equipment as could be fitted on her person for ease of access, and then, she and the rest of the medical team waited.
Tense, pensive, even mildly panicked.
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Post by Absinthe on Oct 10, 2018 5:04:11 GMT
[ Che'Rrey Pai | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: Triage, drei Watching as he seemed to orchestrate the whole damn thing as if he had it all planned out well in advance. She could only shake her head and head back to her shop and begin to tell her staff to prepare some sort of stall to sell some sort of product, she was pretty sure most humans liked fried food so she had Tyler going through the storeroom and cooler looking for vegetables and meats that could be put on sticks, battered and then fried for profit. It was all done quite rushed and yet Che'Rrey could not help but smile to herself, she knew she was going to rack in some tidy profit and it made her happy. --- [ Cpt. Roland Locke | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: guinuspiggus" It's all a matter of only panicking on the inside," Locke said with a tightlipped sort of smile. In truth, he really wasn't that panicked. there was no point in panicking. What was about to happen was going to happen whether he fell apart or not and he was not one to fall apart, especially when he knew that they were far from beaten. The station had held up for hundreds of years, that meant it was tough. And the Krill liked to take trophies, which meant they were going to try and board the station, with any luck they would try and board someplace that the research team hadn't fully explored and would be eaten alive by some horror that they'd deal with later. So really there was no point in panicking, Not yet anyway. --- [ Claudius | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ] attn: guinuspiggus" Well, accordin' to the records these Union idjits keep, the Krill are nasty and do nasty shit," Claudius explained. " So ay figure if they are comin' here it is t' do nasty shit t' the people that live here, understand?" He spoke as if this were painfully obvious and Syrano was simply being an idiot. " So the plan is simple, ay don't want them firin' their laser beams at me hull and it would be a total waste, the most it would do is knock some rocks and gunk off, ay don't think they have what it takes t' actually hurt me. But ay'm in no mood t' be shot at when ay can't start shootin' back, so ay'm gonna make 'em dock and let the Union blokes do whatever it is they do." He paused to run a quick calculation, then re-ran it changing a few key factors. " Ay'd say that if the Lienati could be talked into fightin' against these Krill blokes, then the chances of the Krill gettin' anything done would be about zero. Not gonna happen." -end
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