Greased_Lightning

Man, if we breathed 100% oxygen... whoa... we'd be supermen... LETS DO IT!!!

Tern enters a secured room and awaits Manus to come for a meeting. While he waits, he opens his information pad and goes over the results of his request. *Signal from Command* Priority Alpha-1 Query 1: Kanaris Fury confirmed destroyed.... KAS Marathon reported missing by military forces...possible sighting in Kanatis Space. Query 2: Bionanorobotics use on Ithkul unconfirmed. Use in preserved body research found. May be used as replacement for some vital organs. Still in theoretical phase. Query 3: Dr. Farson leading researcher in bionanorobotic use in life forms. Research labelled unethical...Farson's location unknown. Query 4: Alexander Harper former military pilot for Ithkul Merchant Navy, involved in unsuccessful attack on Terran space, now listed as cargo pilot. Query 5: Sythe known alias for Terran mercenary involved in several colony raids, !@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*inations, and intelligence thefts. Current location and activities unknown. Last known location 17th Parallel station bar. Query 6: Connections between Sythe and Farson are possible on business level. Harper may be simple courier. It is doubtful Harper is knowingly involved in extralegal activities. Connections between Farson, nanorobotics, Sythe, Harper, and activities in Kanatis Space are possible. Recommend further investigation. *******Stand by for orders from Command******* Commander, you are ordered to gather further information on Farson's activities. Although it is unlikely that he is directly responsible for disruptions in Kanatis territory, he may be in league with third party unknown to us. Attempt to make contact with Alexander Harper. It is believed that he would prove cooperative if told of the possible threat posed. If warranted, travel to Kanatis space to personally investigate disruption there. Report all information immediately. END MESSAGE Tern deactivates info pad and awaits Manus' arrival.

Ohhh we sympathize with you Phoenix and we understand that you've been wrongfully punished but we're not going to DO anything...oh heavens no! Wow... i feel like the UN Seriously though, some1 unban him and ban the abusive mod... I never got away with that -*BAD WORD*- so why should they?

000.... words alone cannot express the respect I have for you... oh wait, yes they can.... "some" Sama ... what can I say? He's right.

I've always wanted to see Disney make a porn movie with all the hot disney characters like the mermaid... that'd be awesome

No, actually we fart methane I believe .. so if we got a lot of ppl to fart, a single spark would kill them all...

riiiiiiiight

I've never had a lime... are they like lemons? so sour that they make your nuts shrivel and fall off?

I notice i was not on the list of mean pplz... but seriously temp, "I'm gonna be brutally frank with you. I hate your -*BAD WORD*-ing guts. But -*BAD WORD*- it I respect you. We clear on that? Okay, so you're in charge of cleaning up the donkey -*BAD WORD*-." - Old School Seriously though, Temp rulz and will now be referred to as Temp...Beer...Man.... (p.s. he rocks in spider so watch your !@#$%^&*es)

"I know a man named Vreel. He has his hands in many interests on this station, including spacecraft trade. He may have what you are looking for. He is located at station bay 13-D. Tell him I sent you, he'll give you a good deal...and if you remember anything else about Dr. Farson or where he might be, I would appreciate it if you told me...I have a delivery for him." Tern stands and walks to the bar to pay his tab. He takes the credit pad and signs over how much is owed, then further adds a message to Manus asking for a meeting in a secure location.

Temp rocks... he is good spider and good beer man... he has graduated from -*BAD WORD*- to man ..... but we'll still call him -*BAD WORD*-

Wow... so much for the lighthearted air here... take it outside boys

I remember the old cartoon Krang had the robot foot soldiers that the turtles always were able to stab with metal objects, yet never got a shock! And Tempest... BEER!

[OOC] - From now on im gonna post my characters thoughts in italics unless that isnt okay so tell me

hey, penguins like beaches too !

Tern keeps his pistol trained on Maur as he carefully considers whether this person is telling the truth. But if so, how does he know about Farson? Vreel! ... That -*BAD WORD*- betrayed me. No... if he had betrayed me, someone would have tried something already... perhaps this is one of his men who heard something. This could be a good chance to get more information. "I'm afraid I'm not in the market for a new ship at this moment, but I do have some connections with some local dealers that may have some ... custom-made ships that may suit your needs. You are a friend of Dr. Farson's?" As he waits for Maur to respond, he looks to the bar through the reflection of his gl!@#$%^&* and sees Manus watching a little too closely for idle curiosity. Hmm... perhaps Manus would be an !@#$%^&*et in this endeavor. His connections could be very beneficial. His information pad vibrates slightly against his side as the information he requested is finally sent, but it will have to wait until he is alone.

Wow I just read this posting and it has come a long way from Israel. A major problem here in the US is a historical feeling of guilt for the Holocaust. The guilt that we didn't do enough to stop it sooner. Today that has manifested itself into a big time fear of being called an anti-Semite. There is the feeling that if you disagree with policy regarding Israel then the Jewish community here will eviscerate you for being a Nazi. So when the US supports Israel, it's not necessarily support, it's fear to NOT support. My opinion about Israel: US should put up a trade embargo (at the very least stop sending them military aid) until they push through some real moves to end this PEACEFULLY. That does not include building a wall. I feel that if Palestinians want their own state, give it to them. If not total sovereignty, then at least an equal say in the gov't. Declare Jerusalem an open city for all religions, not just Judaism or just Islam. What Israelis and Palestinians really need is a common goal... or short of that a common enemy. Either way it could help bring them together. As to what goal other than peace, I have no idea how to make it work. For a common enemy, how about Mars? One last thing about the situation there is that when people have jobs, are making a decent living, can provide for their families and see their children grow up happy and safe from fear, those people won't going out and use an RPG on a school bus. What they need over there is more employment. I'm not talking ditch-digging demeaning employment, but meaningful work. There are plenty of qualified people over there on both sides. One of the worst stereotypes is that people from the Middle East are not educated. That's not true, it's just that some are educated in the wrong ways (i.e. how to make your backpack a bomb). To put this in perspective, USSR fell less than 2 decades ago...World War two was only 60 years ago. In the past generation there has been a lot of advancement and alot of progress. There have also been a lot of disappointments. Hopefully in the next 20, 30, 40, 50 years the world will get it's act together. I just hope it doesn't take a WWIII to finally get everybody thinking, "Hey, this is -*BAD WORD*-." As for the US / Iraq thing... I'm not even going to go into that. There is no side that is all right or all wrong. That's the way things work, however messed up it may be. It's in our nature to screw things up.

That's interesting.... now terrorists will be using massive amounts of nitrogen gas to crash airplanes!! Here comes a jet! NOW!! **1000 people let out monstrous farts*** The smell....is... HORRIFYING!!! *passes out, crashes* Long live our glorious Jihad!!! ... ugh, what did you guys eat? Same old camel -*BAD WORD*- as you did.

Buttsecks being his pet skunk, whom he has violated anally every chance he's had... Not even a skunk deserves that!

Is interrupted from his reverie by this Maur fellow. Tern doesn't recognize him but immediately commits his face to memory. He thinks to himself..."Could this be an agent of another intelligence service? A thug of Dr. Farson's to find out who I am? One of Vreel's lackeys? Has that -*BAD WORD*- betrayed me!?" Tern uses his left hand under the table to make sure his disruptor pistol is within easy reach should it become necessary. "Business on this station is always good. And You?"

hmmmm giving alcohol to our ancestors... hmmm.... would it be a little something like .... this?............... Noah... you must build an ark for I am going to flood the world (slurring) Shut up! I'm tired of you bossing me around! You're always on our case down here, why don't YOU build the ark... c'mon tough guy! You can flood the world but can't build a little ship? HA! HAHAH!! .....N-n-no man, seriously, I love you man... you ROCK!! You hear me... YOU ROCK!!! Where the -*BAD WORD*- is Tempest with my beer? "And so it came to be that Noah build the ark, and christened it the USS Tallywacker.... unfortunately, on the 40th night, Noah was a little at the sauce and crashed the ark into a police boat... he was charged with drunken boating and nautical homicide in the death of the Saber toothed tiger, the Abomidable snowman, and Bigfoot's wife... He was sentenced to 20 years in prison."

If i told you, then I'd have to kill you... suffice it to say... I am no longer staff

Tern and Vreel enter Cargo Bay 2 and immediately begin business. Strangely, the cargo bay is completely empty. "I do not understand, I thought you said you had merchandise for me?" Rather than reply directly, Tern produces a remote signalling device from the inside of his tunic and presses a sequence of buttons. The device inserts a small probe into his flesh for genetic verification. In seconds, the scan completes and the room suddenly is filled with crates of various shapes and sizes. "Cloaking fields come in very handy in my business. Oh, and I would not recomment trying to get in here without me. Even with the signalling device, you would be instantly killed." "Y-y-yes of course." Tern walks to a large crate and inputs a code which opens the top panel. Inside lies 2 Storm Turrets still in their packaging material from the weapons facility on Marity IV. "Feel free to inspect them." Vreel takes out a scanning probe and verifies the authenticity of the turrets. Then, in approval, pulls out a credit pad and transfers 750,000 credits to Tern's accounts. "Business is as usual a pleasure with you my friend!" "Business is not concluded. Or have you forgotten our agreement? Information. Now." Sweat suddenly appears on Vreel's forehead as he looks into Tern's cold, unforgiving eyes. He continues in a whisper: "A short time ago, a pilot came into the station bar... a man named Harper...I have had dealings with him before. He usually just sleeps after a drink or two but this time he seemed to be alert... Being naturally curious, I decided to watch him... carefully... He met with a woman who went by the name Sythe. By the time their meeting was over, his ship had been repaired and refueled by an expert crew. He hasn't the credits to afford that so whatever is happening must be... lucrative. His ship left on a course for Ithkul Territory...." "What else?" "That is all... except..." "What?" "There have been rumors... quiet rumors... that the Kanatis Fury has been destroyed and the KAS Marathon has gone missing... and the remains of an Ithkul merchant were found in an abandoned room... very few remains." "Hmm... this information is of no value...simple rumors and sexual meetings are not worth my time. If you have nothing more of value, then maybe I should reconsider my price." "NO! Uhh I may have one last piece of information that may interest you... but... this may put me in danger." "Fear not my old friend... no one will learn of your involvement... that is... unless you betray me." "A contact of mine, who 'salvages' equipment, found a laboratory unlocked. Inside he found a medical stasis container set to conditions resembling a body. Around the case were a few deactivated bionanorobots. The laboratory was listed under one Dr. Farson." "Hmm... this may be worth something. Very well... take your items. And of course I need not remind you that it would be best... for you especially... to keep this to yourself." "Of course my friend... good day!" Vreel leaves the cargo bay after affixing a small portalling device to the crate and transporting it to his own holds, leaving Tern in the cargo bay. Tern walks to another crate, opens it and pulls out a long range communication relay. "Agent 1-9-0-Alpha-Echo-7 reporting in. Have received information regarding the objective as well as interesting information involving the destructions of the Kanaris Fury and the status of the KAS Marathon. Additional information involving bionanorobots being used on Ithkul citizens and on a possibly preserved body has been uncovered. Request any information on whereabouts of the KAS Marathon, a Dr. Farson along with any research !@#$%^&*ociated with bionanorobotics and/or preserved remains, Alexander Harper, an individual known as Sythe, and any connections between these. Priority Alpha-1 !@#$%^&*igned. Awaiting further orders. Agent 1-9-0-Alpha-Echo-7 Out." Tern shuts down the comm system, reactivates cloaking field and leaves the cargo bay to return to the bar. Thinking to himself, "Perhaps Mr. Manus would have information on the Marathon. Hmmmmm..." He sits at a table with a view of the bar as he ponders this new situation....

we are drunken time travelers... cept for Tempest...he's a time traveling -*BAD WORD*-

No..... of course you can't... <_<