Space Game: The Devils Meteor[A Space Adventure][PG-16][Started][Still Accepting Via PM]

[fenrir]

The men and Dom were outside of the hangar now. "We sent a taskforce to the meteor, to check things out. They found a strange bacteria there, we couldn't identify it." "So?" Dom asked.

 

"They didn't return. We lost contact with them."

 

"... I should be on the lookout for any sign of them?"

 

"Yes."

[Enrise]

--You're saying that Fiacre needs the classes, right?

 

Fiacre was finally relieved. Peace, quite, alone. Nobody was around him. Not Agas, Dominic, or Drake. Nobody would take him of this peace. He took the solar panels, attached some wires to them, and put an energy battery, capable of holding energy equal to 55% Nuclear Energy. It was perfect, we needed that much. But, Fiacre added a bit more, but first, he made a mask that would make sure that the Nuclear Energy doesn't reach his lungs, which would take about, and hour or so.

 

--Continued on my next post.

[fenrir]

((That's what he's saying.))

[galesonic]

Brandon got the prints back from the commisioner. Bravery's design was accepted while Freedom's was denied. "What the hell? This isn't right." he said as he re-did the drawings.

[Enrise]

Fiacre was done with the mask, and saw that it was almost night time. "Great, no sunlight. Well, I guess I have to let it do what it can for now." Fiacre saw that the energy reading was about equal to 7% of the needed energy. "Tch, great. There better be enough sun light tomorrow for it to be at least 20%."

 

--Uh, Galesonic, you do know that the team on the Freedom has a ship picture, you know that, right?

[galesonic]

OOC: actually...I didn't...

 

Brandon walked towards the exercise room. "How many more days until the meteror comes?" he kept asking himself.

[Enrise]

--Well if you read the posts, I think you would know.

[fenrir]

((Dom is the ship's captain, and designed the ship D: ))

[galesonic]

OOC: wow...I missed alot...Well thats what you get for being in too many RPs

[Enrise]

--Not really... Some time ago, I was in quite a lot of RP's, and I was doing just fine :?

[galesonic]

OOC: well thats you...I'm really horrible at multi-tasking.

[Enrise]

--Then don't multitask. That simple.

[Soul Legacy]

-- I knew you would use the bactirea in your little plot Fenrir ;)

[fenrir]

((I believe seeing cameos of Predators in several video games has done this to me. O-O))

[Enrise]

--Okay, question: ARE WE GETTING BACK TO THE *BLEEP*ING RP OR NOT?!?!

[fenrir]

((JES WE funking ARE.))

 

Dom returned to the hangar. "Damn government."

[Enrise]

Fiacre was walking when he heard Dom slandered the government. "Is there something wrong with the government? After all, the government gave me the option to come here, and I just happened to be part of the government, so why slander the government?"

[fenrir]

"They want us to look out for a missing scout team. The thing is, we're already busy enough." Dom said, still working on the machine gun.

[Enrise]

Fiacre thought for a bit, and said, "...I'll go... I have a fighter that is supremely quick and has better defenses than other fighters that the government owns. I'll take the job." Fiacre took a sheet of paper, and wrote down instructions, and fold it, putting it in an envelope. "Give this to that kid you were fighting with outside of Agas's door. And don't pretend like I didn't hear it."

[fenrir]

Dom sighed. "Actually, that fighter wouldn't be able to hit the atmosphere at such speeds, if you went slow, it would be even worse. Besides, they gave ME the job."

 

((Go with it, it's for plot twista))

[Enrise]

"You know, do you even have any idea what my fighter is actually capable of? Okay, fine, with slanders to the government, your death will come. Be my guest." Fiacre tore the instruction up, and was about to walk away.

[fenrir]

"By taking a look, I'm pretty sure I know what it's capable of." Dom finished the gun. "Now it needs something for melee."

[Enrise]

"So, you vilifying about my work are you? Fine, why don't you give it a test hmm? If you can make one dent, just one, little, tiny dent, then I'll do one thing for you. However, if you can't, then you better come up with something good to equalize my side. So, accept shall you?" Fiacre coldly grinned with sinister eyes.

[fenrir]

"Deal then. I know how a fighter works inside and out. To be fair though, you have to tell me what it's made of." Dom said, a grin on his face.

[Enrise]

--Okay, but for my plot twister to work, it has to fail. I went with your plot twister, now you have to go with mine.

 

"...Okay then. It's made of the same element as diamond, but with altered weight and density. It has less weight, and density than normal diamonds. And, let's say, that they were, created a bit, differently than normal diamonds. After all, Nuclear Energy and highly dangerous and extreme beyond all reason conditions come in handy after all."