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Hanger
Jan 27, 2005 16:09:11 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Jan 27, 2005 16:09:11 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, methinks I'll get a few things goin here. Open to all speices open. Mostly social. So, lets begin.
A simple little Suborbital Hanger, conecting to the rest of the station. Here and there are ships of all kinds owned by all manners of species. A toad double bubble off to one side, a banna crusier to the other, other ships of varying sizes and shapes. Mostly transport ships really, lightly armed. Armed ships appear to be offline, part of the stations plans to keep itself nurtal in the war. Engineers can sometimes be spoted working on a few of the ships. The whole feel of the area is a feeling of temporary peace while the ships are being worked on.
TBCB anyone
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Hanger
Jan 27, 2005 17:08:26 GMT -5
Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 27, 2005 17:08:26 GMT -5
Standing by the double bubble is an unhappy and unpleasant little toad. Slim and delicate looking, as most of his race is, his keeps his arms crossed over his chest, while his buggy eyes swivel and move about the hanger, glowering at the technicians that work on his ship, as well as the mammals in the area. It had taken a great strength of will to land his battered craft in this hanger, especially after spotting the bannanna cruiser.
Anxiously, nervously, he shifted his wieght, the bright yellow emblems of the toad armada standing out in stark contrast to the deep near black green of his storm toad uniform.
TBCB anyone wanting to be my co-pilot, anyone else in the hanger.
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Hanger
Jan 27, 2005 17:21:27 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Jan 27, 2005 17:21:27 GMT -5
Drake gave a grunt as he got out from under the Toad's Ship, brushing his paws against his overalls and geting more grease on them.
"Oyi, I have no idea how you Toads can fly these things. There like death traps if you ask me. Still, damage doesn't look too bad, so she should be up and runnin' in a few days."
Drake brushes some more smudge off his dark scuffy fur.
"Frellin' lucky you reached the station hanger as well, considern' how it seems most the UAC is after you and yours for takin' out Genus." He grunts. "Not any concern o' mine though. A sims a sim, and this station needs everyone single one to keep floatin."
TBCB Either the Toad, his co-pilot, an egineer workin on the double bubble, or whoever
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Hanger
Jan 28, 2005 10:44:51 GMT -5
Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 10:44:51 GMT -5
The furred creature's tone of voice left the toad pilot frowning, and more as the meaning of the words sunk in. Uncomfortable, he shifted his weight again, wetting his almost non-existant lips with his sticking gray tongue before speaking. "There a place where I can get food and drink," the toad asked unhappily. His voice seemed to have a slight gurgle to it, as if a bit of flem was perpetually stick his the back of his throat. He watched the hanger about him, not looking forward to the prespect of waiting in a mammalian hanger bay for any length of time. (He's going to miss ToadGyver!!)
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Hanger
Jan 28, 2005 11:00:24 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Jan 28, 2005 11:00:24 GMT -5
"Well, there are a few places, but none come to mind at the moment, least none that will be able to acomodate toads and such."
Drake looks over at one of the other engineers.
"Hey, any of you know any place for a toads or his like are able to stay?"
TBCB Anyone in the Hanger
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Hanger
Jan 28, 2005 14:53:45 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 28, 2005 14:53:45 GMT -5
OOC; Here goes nothing!
IC; A tall heavily muscled brown squirrrel with black stripes, stops at the question and looks at the toad. The squirrel is wearing a black leather vest over a black body suit, that fits like a second skin over his upper body.
"A toad? Well, i'm heading to the bar since i heard tht COntreversy is playing and i know they have a toad in their group. Maybe she can help you out." He replies and points his thumb towards teh door. He turns and keeps walking, his leather boots clicking on the ground.
TBCB; ANyone
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Hanger
Jan 28, 2005 15:32:53 GMT -5
Post by Claudia Carranza on Jan 28, 2005 15:32:53 GMT -5
The stormtoard couldn't have frowned more, his expression so sour as it was. Being spoken to, by a mammal - it was all almost too much for his sensibilities - but the rumble in his stomach and the thought of a female toad was enough to get him moving. His thin arms fell away from his chest and down to his sides, his blaster brushing against the inside of his wrist as he walked. Each vid-screen and information terminal he past, made him look, the brief hope of having something to watch while he was stuck here dashed each time he saw a disguisting mammal on the screen. TBCB Drake, Psykorabbit, anyone else joining in. PS: if you want to play a member of controversy, lemme know. They are from an OLD OLD story idea of mine, from before I joined the senior writing staff. Dear gods! Can you believe that was almost ten years ago now? >.<' I'm so OLD!
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Hanger
Jan 28, 2005 15:48:05 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Jan 28, 2005 15:48:05 GMT -5
Drake rubs some more grease off his fur, putting the towel on the toad ship.
"Well, I've not much else to do and my breaks about up. Might as well check out this band as well and get a bit of air myself."
Drake waves over to one of the other engineers.
"Hey, I'll be taking my break for the moment. Tell the boss I'll be back in a few."
With that, the Scottish Terrier hands out towards the bar.
TBC At the Bar Area
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Hanger
Feb 8, 2005 3:59:49 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 8, 2005 3:59:49 GMT -5
A small, nondescript cruiser has entered the hangar. From it emerges a short, plump toad (although not so short and plump as the Air Marshall). He pauses to glance over at the Double Bubble and smiles a bit, always glad to see that there are other toads present aboard the station than himself.
He taps his foot impatiently, waiting for his two cohorts, also toads, to emerge from the craft after him. As soon as they have emerged, the three turn and head towards the bar area with a grim determination which signals to all that these three are here for a purpose...
TBC at the bar!
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Hanger
Feb 11, 2005 0:59:38 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 11, 2005 0:59:38 GMT -5
Damien and Ayla race into the Hangar. They race towards teh sleek black shuttle armed with a set of Maser Cannons. Damien slaps the open hatch panel. Ayla leaps in as soon as the door is open.
"AYla! Set a course for the ALdebaran hideout! I'll release teh clamps!" Damien shouts and begins unhooking the shuttle.
TBCB Anyone
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Hanger
Feb 11, 2005 2:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 11, 2005 2:39:40 GMT -5
There is a sudden radio transmission coming in on the shuttles' radio frequency.
"Shuttle, this is Genus Control," booms the voice. "Please transmit clearance codes in order to obtain permission to launch."
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Hanger
Feb 11, 2005 3:20:27 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 11, 2005 3:20:27 GMT -5
Damien rushes into the shuttle and hears the transmission. HE looks at Ayla and she shrugs.
"Try the one we paid Al for. If it doesn't work, then lets hope you adn i are really good pilots!" Damien says as he drops into the pilot seat.
TBCB Control Tower
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Hanger
Feb 12, 2005 3:50:40 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 12, 2005 3:50:40 GMT -5
"This is Genus Control to Shuttle, we still require your clearance codes. You have approximately one minute to transmit your codes or your ship shall be commandeered."
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Hanger
Feb 12, 2005 3:53:17 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 12, 2005 3:53:17 GMT -5
Straight after the first transmission, a different voice is heard on the radio, the voice is deep and disturbing.
"Attention all UAC Personnel, this is an important announcement. The Genus Home Guard has temporarily been replaced by an auxiliary defence unit based at the Genus Military Railway. Any Toad craft or renegade vessels within the atmosphere shall be shot down. That is all."
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Hanger
Feb 12, 2005 6:56:46 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 12, 2005 6:56:46 GMT -5
Dr. Croaker and his huge toad bodyguards rushed into the hangar themselves at that very moment, making a beeline for their civilian cruiser. Upon hearing the announcement, Croaker skidded to a halt in surprise. "What?!"
Behind him, the first big toad was unable to stop in time and slammed into the smaller amphibian's back, but amazingly does not knock him over. The second big toad then smashes into the back of his equally hulking comrade, all three toads grunting in unison. "Oof!" "Ow!"
"This can't be happening!" Croaker mutters, not seeming to even notice he's on the receiving end of the pileup of muscle. "We have to get this diskette to Wing Commander Sludge or else KOMPLEX will have our heads!"
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