Twilight over the Pericles: A Sci-Fi/Horror RP

[TwinStorm He/Him]

5 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“There are certain things I am not allowed to sell! And I am a merchant. That’s an insult to me! So, I’ve resorted to… less savory methods.”

"I see. Like obtaining this rifle, for instance? Where will I find this letter." Stars, if he was found out, he would lose his job.

Edited January 19, 2025 by Ookla the Irreplaceable

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"I see. Like obtaining this rifle, for instance? Where will I find this letter." Stars, if he was found out, he would lose his job.

“In the desk of whoever oversees trade!”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“In the desk of whoever oversees trade!”

He frowned. "That would be... minister Fam. But he's always in his office. Governor Lucia might have a copy though."

@Argenti

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does this work for you?

 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He frowned. "That would be... minister Fam. But he's always in his office. Governor Lucia might have a copy though."

@Argenti

 

The merchant perked up. “Okay! I’ll accept that information… ya don’t need to actually get it. Unless you help me…”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The merchant perked up. “Okay! I’ll accept that information… ya don’t need to actually get it. Unless you help me…”

Damis cursed. "Stars burn you. I... I'll get if for you."

[Argenti he/him]

15 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He frowned. "That would be... minister Fam. But he's always in his office. Governor Lucia might have a copy though."

@Argenti

 

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Sure

 

28 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Sulvin tries to retrospectively inject more respect into his posture. “The atrium, probably. I’d be careful - some guy sent me back here because of ‘street closures’ I think he intended to mug me.” He gives directions to an area near enough to his ship to have it be avoided, but far enough away to avoid having it found. 

"Sounds like I'll need to send a contingent down to clear out the area. Next time, citizen, lodge a complaint."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Rutherfus Etherford grumbled something. He was sick of not doing things. He decided to take a stroll. 

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Rutherfus Etherford grumbled something. He was sick of not doing things. He decided to take a stroll. 

"Hey." Damis said.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

40 minutes ago, Argenti said:

"Sounds like I'll need to send a contingent down to clear out the area. Next time, citizen, lodge a complaint."

“My pad is on the fritz - I was heading to the atrium shops to fix it.” 

[Argenti he/him]

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“My pad is on the fritz - I was heading to the atrium shops to fix it.” 

"Let me accompany you. What's your name?" Lucia taps on her wristpad, submitting a report for the station police to check out the area: discreetly, of course. Wouldn't want to upset the smugglers.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 minutes ago, Argenti said:

"Let me accompany you. What's your name?" Lucia taps on her wristpad, submitting a report for the station police to check out the area: discreetly, of course. Wouldn't want to upset the smugglers.

“I’m Sulvin. That’s not necessary, but I’d be glad for your help.” He begins to walk to the atrium, hoping she’ll eventually leave him alone. It’s difficult to get black market parts with the governor following you around. 

[Argenti he/him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

“I’m Sulvin. That’s not necessary, but I’d be glad for your help.” He begins to walk to the atrium, hoping she’ll eventually leave him alone. It’s difficult to get black market parts with the governor following you around. 

"It's my duty to help the common person."  She says, smiling 

[IcedOutPenguin He/Him]

"Hey, Tim." Makala shouted as he approached the stand, "I need more laser batteries. ARLB, If you have any!"

 

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

As her ship slowly drifted closer to the station, Olea started to wonder if this was a smart idea.

The station didn't look particuarly dangerous on it's own, but it was quite large (not as large as some of her people's stations, but farily sizable for a human structure), and a size like that belied certain seedier spots. And with the rising tensions within the Sol system, both within human groups and between them and the outsiders visiting...she didn't feel particularly safe.

Not much to do about it at this point, she thought to herself.

A line of text appeared on her ship's message board.

Olea, it read, have you arrived yet? 

She tapped her response into the board:

Not yet, Sonia. Though I expect they'll let me in within the hour. Traffic is busy...they seem to have split arrivals between human and Visitor vessels. A somewhat disturbing portend of the stresses on their society right now.

Another line of text appeared below her response. Indeed. Stay safe, sister. If you manage to make any progress, or secure passage deeper into the system, let us know.

I highly doubt they'll allow an envoy to Earth that quickly...

Hope is a powerful virtue, Olea. Don't forget it. May the trees and winds bless you.

And you likewise. Olea ended the communication. 

After several more minutes of lazily orbiting, Olea's place in line came up. She gently guided her ship to the docking port and set it down amonst the craft of many other species. She recognized some of the models, but others were unfamilar to her.

After shutting her ship down, she grabbed her pack and staff, then headed to the docking ramp. Waiting for her was a human woman, holding a datapad. She held out a translator device to Olea.

"That won't be neccessary," she said in accented English. Her staff did have a translator capability if she needed to talk with a species who's language she didn't know, but this woman didn't need to know that.

The woman seemed suprised. "Oh. Okay." She tucked the translator device into a pocket of her jumpsuit. "Um...your ship log and visa looks good...can you state your purpose here on the station?"

"I'm here to meet with the Office of Contact and Relations to discuss my passage into the inner system." It was a roundabout method. Olea herself disliked it, as it downgraded the importance of their message in the human's eyes. Then again, in this instance there was a benefit to discretion.

The woman frowned at her response. "Okay..." She studied Olea, looking over her blue and silver robes, feathered head, large eyes, looping horns, and long beak. Her feathers were pale white, which was uncommon among her people. Olea was proud of them. 

The woman seemed to realize she was staring, and her eyes shot back to her datapad. "Alright. Uh..." she scrolled for a moment. "Okay, your paperwork checks out." Her pad ejected a small slip of paper. "Just show this to the guys at the door and they should let you through."

Olea bowed. "My thanks." Then she took the slip and made her way to the entryway into the station proper. As was stated, she was admitted without trouble. 

She gazed around the central Atrium, filled to the brim with pedestrians and merchants and people of all varieties.

Well...I'd better get started.

And keep my guard up as I do so.

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Did we decide what kind of station this is?

 

Edited January 19, 2025 by The Bookwyrm

[Argenti he/him]

23 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

As her ship slowly drifted closer to the station, Olea started to wonder if this was a smart idea.

The station didn't look particuarly dangerous on it's own, but it was quite large (not as large as some of her people's stations, but farily sizable for a human structure), and a size like that belied certain seedier spots. And with the rising tensions within the Sol system, both within human groups and between them and the outsiders visiting...she didn't feel particularly safe.

Not much to do about it at this point, she thought to herself.

A line of text appeared on her ship's message board.

Olea, it read, have you arrived yet? 

She tapped her response into the board:

Not yet, Sonia. Though I expect they'll let me in within the hour. Traffic is busy...they seem to have split arrivals between human and Visitor vessels. A somewhat disturbing portend of the stresses on their society right now.

Another line of text appeared below her response. Indeed. Stay safe, sister. If you manage to make any progress, or secure passage deeper into the system, let us know.

I highly doubt they'll allow an envoy to Earth that quickly...

Hope is a powerful virtue, Olea. Don't forget it. May the trees and winds bless you.

And you likewise. Olea ended the communication. 

After several more minutes of lazily orbiting, Olea's place in line came up. She gently guided her ship to the docking port and set it down amonst the craft of many other species. She recognized some of the models, but others were unfamilar to her.

After shutting her ship down, she grabbed her pack and staff, then headed to the docking ramp. Waiting for her was a human woman, holding a datapad. She held out a translator device to Olea.

"That won't be neccessary," she said in accented English. Her staff did have a translator capability if she needed to talk with a species who's language she didn't know, but this woman didn't need to know that.

The woman seemed suprised. "Oh. Okay." She tucked the translator device into a pocket of her jumpsuit. "Um...your ship log and visa looks good...can you state your purpose here on the station?"

"I'm here to meet with the Office of Contact and Relations to discuss my passage into the inner system." It was a roundabout method. Olea herself disliked it, as it downgraded the importance of their message in the human's eyes. Then again, in this instance there was a benefit to discretion.

The woman frowned at her response. "Okay..." She studied Olea, looking over her blue and silver robes, feathered head, large eyes, looping horns, and long beak. Her feathers were pale white, which was uncommon among her people. Olea was proud of them. 

The woman seemed to realize she was staring, and her eyes shot back to her datapad. "Alright. Uh..." she scrolled for a moment. "Okay, your paperwork checks out." Her pad ejected a small slip of paper. "Just show this to the guys at the door and they should let you through."

Olea bowed. "My thanks." Then she took the slip and made her way to the entryway into the station proper. As was stated, she was admitted without trouble. 

She gazed around the central Atrium, filled to the brim with pedestrians and merchants and people of all varieties.

Well...I'd better get started.

And keep my guard up as I do so.

 

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Fancy shamncy!

 

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

“I’m Sulvin. That’s not necessary, but I’d be glad for your help.” He begins to walk to the atrium, hoping she’ll eventually leave him alone. It’s difficult to get black market parts with the governor following you around. 

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You okay if we just go to the atrium?

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 hours ago, Argenti said:

"It's my duty to help the common person."  She says, smiling 

“Great…” Sulvin looks slightly uncomfortable, but walks to the atrium as he planned. 

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Yeah, we can timeskip. 

[Argenti he/him]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Great…” Sulvin looks slightly uncomfortable, but walks to the atrium as he planned. 

"Alright. What was it that you wanted here?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Argenti said:

"Alright. What was it that you wanted here?"

“Here? They told me that there was a closed passage and I should head this way.” 

[Argenti he/him]

8 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Here? They told me that there was a closed passage and I should head this way.” 

"Hm. Odd."

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How good is he at lying?

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

16 minutes ago, Argenti said:

"Hm. Odd."

 

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He’s ok at it, but this isn’t the kind of lie he normally tells. 

[Argenti he/him]

"Sulvin. I suspect you're lying to me." Lucia says "You could have just said you didn't want to get accompanied."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, Argenti said:

"Sulvin. I suspect you're lying to me." Lucia says "You could have just said you didn't want to get accompanied."

“Ah. Alright… I simply didn’t want to be rude.” Sulvin briefly wonders if Lucia is the one being bribed, but decides they’re both better off simply parting ways. 

[Argenti he/him]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Ah. Alright… I simply didn’t want to be rude.” Sulvin briefly wonders if Lucia is the one being bribed, but decides they’re both better off simply parting ways. 

She smiles a placid smile, pats his back "Never fear to tell me the truth."

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

3 minutes ago, Argenti said:

She smiles a placid smile, pats his back "Never fear to tell me the truth."

“Alright… it’s nice to meet you, but I’ll be on my way now. My pad-“ he holds it up, revealing that it has been physically snapped in two “-actually does need fixing.” 

[Argenti he/him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Alright… it’s nice to meet you, but I’ll be on my way now. My pad-“ he holds it up, revealing that it has been physically snapped in two “-actually does need fixing.” 

"Hm. Go on, I wish you well with your pad."  She spies a confused looking Visitor and marches over, heels clicking on the floor.

 

1 hour ago, The Bookwyrm said:

As her ship slowly drifted closer to the station, Olea started to wonder if this was a smart idea.

The station didn't look particuarly dangerous on it's own, but it was quite large (not as large as some of her people's stations, but farily sizable for a human structure), and a size like that belied certain seedier spots. And with the rising tensions within the Sol system, both within human groups and between them and the outsiders visiting...she didn't feel particularly safe.

Not much to do about it at this point, she thought to herself.

A line of text appeared on her ship's message board.

Olea, it read, have you arrived yet? 

She tapped her response into the board:

Not yet, Sonia. Though I expect they'll let me in within the hour. Traffic is busy...they seem to have split arrivals between human and Visitor vessels. A somewhat disturbing portend of the stresses on their society right now.

Another line of text appeared below her response. Indeed. Stay safe, sister. If you manage to make any progress, or secure passage deeper into the system, let us know.

I highly doubt they'll allow an envoy to Earth that quickly...

Hope is a powerful virtue, Olea. Don't forget it. May the trees and winds bless you.

And you likewise. Olea ended the communication. 

After several more minutes of lazily orbiting, Olea's place in line came up. She gently guided her ship to the docking port and set it down amonst the craft of many other species. She recognized some of the models, but others were unfamilar to her.

After shutting her ship down, she grabbed her pack and staff, then headed to the docking ramp. Waiting for her was a human woman, holding a datapad. She held out a translator device to Olea.

"That won't be neccessary," she said in accented English. Her staff did have a translator capability if she needed to talk with a species who's language she didn't know, but this woman didn't need to know that.

The woman seemed suprised. "Oh. Okay." She tucked the translator device into a pocket of her jumpsuit. "Um...your ship log and visa looks good...can you state your purpose here on the station?"

"I'm here to meet with the Office of Contact and Relations to discuss my passage into the inner system." It was a roundabout method. Olea herself disliked it, as it downgraded the importance of their message in the human's eyes. Then again, in this instance there was a benefit to discretion.

The woman frowned at her response. "Okay..." She studied Olea, looking over her blue and silver robes, feathered head, large eyes, looping horns, and long beak. Her feathers were pale white, which was uncommon among her people. Olea was proud of them. 

The woman seemed to realize she was staring, and her eyes shot back to her datapad. "Alright. Uh..." she scrolled for a moment. "Okay, your paperwork checks out." Her pad ejected a small slip of paper. "Just show this to the guys at the door and they should let you through."

Olea bowed. "My thanks." Then she took the slip and made her way to the entryway into the station proper. As was stated, she was admitted without trouble. 

She gazed around the central Atrium, filled to the brim with pedestrians and merchants and people of all varieties.

Well...I'd better get started.

And keep my guard up as I do so.

 

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We did not I think.

"You look lost, anything I can do for you, Visitor?"