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@Luis The answer to your question will be provided in-game.

 

@Everyone: Game start.

 

[align=center]Chapter 1[/align]

TREASURE EXPEDITION

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Paid for by the United Human State, Department of Exploration

 

Ask E. Argyle in Hammond Tavern, 10am on the 15th.

All things considered, Professor Argyle thought it rather unbecoming to be sitting in a tavern at five-to-10 in the morning. There he was, sitting by himself with a glass of cider sitting on a coaster, beside a datapad, alone with his thoughts and the bartender at the opposite end of the room, preoccupied with something on a holo-terminal. The atmosphere was sort of dingy, but more warm and merry than unlikable. The room, bathed in soft amber light and adorned with vintage-looking 24th century fixtures made oneself feel right at home, if it were a bar Argyle frequented, he thought to himself. Much of Carina Spaceport was like that; the authentic feel of the grand explorations of a century gone by, left to itself in the bygone eras of streamlining and doing away with less-than-essential trade routes and tourist destinations. Thus decaying into a very interesting retro-deco look and feel, everything from the civil quarters to the docks where all the ships lay.

The Professor glanced anxiously at his watch again, before the entrance door swung wide and ushering the first to appear.

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A head stuck in the doorway. Green eyes looking into the room uncertainly. "Uh hello? I'm, uhh, looking for a one E. Argyle. I found a space flier mentioning... Escort and treasure? Are you him?"

They call me Snake. They call me Es Rake. They call me Srahkay. That's nahmaname. That's nahmaname. That's not my... name.

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Argyle stood, trying to put on a brave face.

"Er.. yes. Professor Edward Argyle, I'm the Commissioner of the Expedition. Please, have a seat." he gestured towards the seats of the round table on which his datapad still sat.

"I'll provide more details once others arrive."

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Srake walks into the room. He take the nearest seat and fiddles with his sleeve self-consciously while waiting.

They call me Snake. They call me Es Rake. They call me Srahkay. That's nahmaname. That's nahmaname. That's not my... name.

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Garret enters the room and sits next to a lone beautiful martian, he introduces himself and notices Argyle's presence in a table not so far away, he waves his hand formally and continues interacting with the green lady.

''Almost everything–all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure–these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.'' - Steve Jobs

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Hiding in the shadows, waiting in the bar about as long as Argyle, never said a word.

 

 

OOC: I'm having my actions be in italics, to have minimum confusion.

 

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OOC: Well I'm going to be having my thoughts be in italics. When the thoughts are to be italicized, then they cancel and become non-italicized.

Thus: "Well, if I think to myself that I thought I made myself clear on that matter..."

 

I'm cool if you keep your narrative stylized like that, just don't get too carried away with it.

 

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Captain Tagon then enters, flanked by a couple of men with holstered weapons of some sort. He then strolls towards the professor.

"I hope you don't mind these..." *he gestures to the two security escorts* "...assuming you're the Professor?"

Feel free to PM me about almost anything and I'll do my best to answer. :)

 

"Beware of what you ask for, for it may come to pass..."

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"Not at all. Have a seat, Sir."

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Captain Tagon takes a seat, the men flanking him stand either side of his chair, looking around the place and upon the others in the room.

 

 

OOC: I slightly altered my previous post as the Professor was not the only person in the room, the others are there and I forgot. >

 

Feel free to PM me about almost anything and I'll do my best to answer. :)

 

"Beware of what you ask for, for it may come to pass..."

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A vaguely anthropomorphic Iron-Clad figure entered the tavern. It slammed its hand on the nearest table while producing a sound that seemed like a mechanical groan. A deep voice eccoed. "Argyle... Where..."

Maximum fuck about to be given in 3... 2... 1...

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Dominicus strolls in through the tavern door and sees the rather small party.

 

"Is this the expedition crew? Tell me there's more."

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The Barkeep looked away from his terminal, watching the events with interest, a knowing smirk forming upon his face.

 

EDIT: Yeah, my bad, the title got me to skip to page 5, and I feel pretty foolish after reading page 1. whoops. Maybe a title swap is in order?

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"That which you do not know, is not a moral charge against you; but that which you refuse to know, is an account of infamy growing in your soul. Make every allowance for errors of knowledge; do not forgive or accept any breach of morality."

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I didn't really anticipate people presuming there would be other patrons in the Bar at 10am on a Tuesday. No matter, we'll just be speaking a bit more hush-hush.

@Arbiter, you are not part of the game and as such do not have permission to assume control of NPCs.

 

With a modest assembly gathered at the table, Argyle spoke into the ambient buzz of other aliens and such, in a quieted tone just loud enough to be heard but only within an arm and a half's reach.

"My name is Professor Edward Argyle, I represent the Department of Exploration and University of Acter-Polaris." he began to distribute 100Bt banknotes, one in front of every person seated before him, punctuating the placement of the last card with emphasis in his voice.

"I trust that what I am about to say will be held in the strictest confidence between ourselves and no one else, regardless if after some detail, you accept, or refuse, my offer."

Argyle held his voice for a moment as some heads at the table nodded in assent.

"Some of you I'm sure have heard of The Lost Wreck of the Carbunkle, the research vessel that disappeared over-abouts one hundred years ago. All of you I'm sure have heard, of the "mythical" Iyliss System and its legendary Golden Planet.

According to my research, I believe the Carbunkle is wrecked somewhere in Iyliss, and the expedition is simply to find and retrieve what we can, of it. The challenge therefore is the obvious problem that Iyliss lies behind the Galactic Core on the opposite side of the galaxy, and to navigate there would require both skill and military prowess in order to... intrude.. past foreign or possibly hostile regional borders. That's where you all would come in, and that's the plan in a nutshell."

Argyle sat back in his seat, expecting more than a few questions but more than that simply trying to keep himself from being overwhelmed at how nervous he was.

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Steps out of the shadow, being seen for the first time, only Argyle knew he was there. Obviously if this was easy, it would already have been found.

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Garret said goodbye to the alien and walked to where the gathering was. He made visual contact with everyone and continued to listen.

''Almost everything–all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure–these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.'' - Steve Jobs

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Srake spoke up. "Yes, I agree with the cloaked... thing. This won't be easy. We'll have to travel across the Galaxy and, as you so delicately put, intrude in possibly hostile territory. Not only that, but do you know where this system is? It's a myth for a reason..."

They call me Snake. They call me Es Rake. They call me Srahkay. That's nahmaname. That's nahmaname. That's not my... name.

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All I know is that lately I've had dreams of the Carbunkle crashing somewhere Iyliss System, I knew nothing about it when the dreams first came up, I still don't, I had to know why I've been having these dreams, I had to know about the ship, what caused it to crash there, but I had no clue where to start, until now.

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All I know is that lately I've had dreams of the Carbunkle crashing somewhere Iyliss System, I knew nothing about it when the dreams first came up, I still don't, I had to know why I've been having these dreams, I had to know about the ship, what caused it to crash there, but I had no clue where to start, until now.

 

/cough Sorry, wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Argyle.

 

They call me Snake. They call me Es Rake. They call me Srahkay. That's nahmaname. That's nahmaname. That's not my... name.

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OOC: Well I'm not editing it, or deleting it, so just see it as my character putting in some extra, mysterious information.

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