Rusty Shackleford

But how will we actually put this shit off?

COUSIN, LET'S GO BOWLING

I guess I could do what I do when I play Fallout and max out stealth and shit like that.

I suppose I might tolerate fantasy if it's for a pen and paper thing, if only for the stories I've read about awesome campaigns. Though I know jackshit about anything fantasy related. Like elves. Or Orcs. Or anything to do with weird ass magic.

This is suffering from the same problems as NEURNO, because it requires the creation of an entirely new corner of space just to house the faction.

So... you're saying that drinking a caustic substance is the preferable option to substituting it with an online roleplaying game?

If any dorfs go insane, name them Rusty, trap them in an underground dungeon, and throw any criminals down there to be torn apart by the Rustys as a form of capital punishment.

Quit thinking in nationalistic terms. Planets are going to be diverse places, especially the populated ones, with their cities being veritable metropolitan melting pots.

Vitt, buy-ins do not garuntee that we will add it to the lore. Ultimately, we as the lore developers have to make the decision as to whether or not it makes sense in the context of the server's lore. We've already had way too many problems with contradictions and ultrasnowflakey factions, and we do not need to keep adding to the mountain of shit to iron out. Skull is right. You should be trying to flesh out currently existing factions and systems rather than going off and making up your own as a plot device for a character.

No, nothing like that so far. Though I am working on planet stuffs, so at some point, when I can remember/be arsed, I will put more star systems on the wiki.

I've never actually done pen and paper shits. Potentially interested.

The name of this faction seems way too flowery. It could easily just be the NEU, not requiring mention of royalties and new orders. Also, I'm somewhat against the create of large factions just for small handful of people to base backstories in. It creates a need for the rest of us lore writers to justify exactly why it exists, and cater for it by changing details and ultimately upsetting balances.

Mother. Fucking. NIDS.

Mine is "rusty.shackleford117".

From my experience, sprinkling a bit into some coffee will allow you to survive up to a week without sleep before you finally pass out.

You know what counters the shitlording when drinking? COCAINE.

I Gods Will Be Watching/Sword & Sworcery'd all over myself. I have a soft spot for this kind of stylization. You'd have all of my +1s, but... there's no Dan. *coughsubtlehintcough* These were actually heavily influenced by Gods Will Be Watching. Finally someone else who knows about that little gem. Also, I made these back when we were still on the old forums. I'll link the thread where I posted all the ones I did. http://auroraserver.freeforums.net/thread/806/character-sprites Also, I would be willing to do these kinds of stuffs if I had stories from other people that might be found entertaining. And a website to put them on.

I made a BYOND server banner with the sprites I created, though it was never implemented. Of course, if I was going to do a webcomic, I'd do more in the way of shading and facial expression.

I had more than a few thoughts of doing something similar, in a sort of pixelly 8-bit style I used to create sprites of people's characters.

The Brahman continued on its course toward the Tau Eta warp gate. The ship's engines were operating at 100% capacity, keeping it at a velocity of 33% of lightspeed. The bridge of the Brahman had been plagued by a tense silence ever since Cira had been dragged off and locked in her quarters. Avery stared out of the viewport into deepspace, while Jack focused himself entirely on the flight instruments and panels. Ren sat back in his alcove, scanning various communication frequencies. A couple of hours earlier, he'd heard a large commotion on Hegemony channels, but they'd stopped just as quickly as they'd started. It was concluded that the sudden burst was probably an APB put out on their ship and cargo, probably to warn any Hegemony ships guarding the warp gate to keep a keen eye out for them. Jack ran his hand over his face. The anxiety stemming from the revelation as to what they were transporting was draining him, both emotionally and physically. He couldn't take it. Swiping the glowing panels a few times, he double checked the course and turned on the autopilot. "I'm headed to my quarters, captain," he said. "Can't fly when I can't keep my eyes open." The statement didn't seem to register with Avery; he continued staring ahead, lost in his own little world. Jack turned to Ren. "Call up Simon, tell him to watch for anything amiss, alright?" Ren nodded and pinged Simon's communicator. Jack reached his quarters in the lower deck of the Brahman. His hand went to open the door, but he hesitated. He glanced down the hall at the airlock that lead to the cargo bay and gulped. Then he looked the other way, towards Cira's quarters. Jack took a breath and made his way over to her door, glancing around to make sure nobody else was watching. He opened up the door. The room on the other side was pitch black; Cira had apparently smashed the lights. Leaning his head in slightly, Jack whispered, "Cira? Where are you?" Instantly, a hand shot out from the darkness and dragged him inside. He felt himself being put into a headlock. He gasped for breath and started to become lightheaded. Out of instinct, he thrust his head back, and there was a muffled cry of pain as the back of his head connected with Cira's nose. In an instant, however, she was back upon him, clawing at him wildly. Jack somehow managed to grab a hold of one of her arms and wrench it around her back, forcing her face first into the floor. "Calm the fuck down!" he whispered in a harsh tone. "I'm on your side!" "No you're not, you sided with Avery, not me!" "I realized that you were right, he's not in his right mind! Stop fighting me, Christ!" He shifted his position as Cira struggled. "I'll let you go, but only if you don't try to claw my fucking eyes out again!" Grudgingly, she stopped resisting. "Fine..." she hissed between clenched teeth. Jack released his grip on Cira's arm and helped her to her feet. "Look, I'm sorry," he began. "It took me a while to realize just how much fucking shit we'd gotten ourselves into. But now I see it for what it is." "You've finally realized that Ave's gone off the fucking deep end?" "Yes. I regret not seeing it sooner. I'm sorry for dragging you off like that." "I'll forgive you once you help me find a way to stop him. That warhead, we can't allow it to be delivered." "I realize that, but what are we going to do with it? We can't just hand it back to the Hegemony and say, 'Oh, hey there, here's your star-killing antimatter thingamajig that we agreed to transport for intergalactic terrorists, maybe we can all have a good laugh and move on.' We have to have an actual plan." "You're right, but the warhead isn't the first priority. First we have to remove Avery from command." "You mean a mutiny?" "Precisely. Do you think you can get the others to see reason?" "I don't know. Ren and Simon, maybe. I don't know about Maria. We might not have time, I was on the bridge a few minutes ago, and we were almost to the warp gate." At that moment, they felt the force of deceleration in the hull, signalling their arrival at the warp gate. "Damn it... well, see what you can do. I'll try to come up with a way to dispose of the warhead safely." "Right. I'll head back up." Jack left Cira in her quarters and made his way back to the upper deck. He peeked his head into engineering, but Maria was nowhere to be found. As he neared the bridge, he heard murmuring coming from the other side of the door. Jack opened up the door and saw everyone standing and staring out the window, seemingly frozen in place. Ren's communication console buzzed incessantly, and the panicked shouts of Hegemony sailors came through loud and clear. "Guys?" Jack walked up and grabbed Simon's shoulder. "What's gotten into you? What's going... on..." He stared in disbelief at the carnage unfolding before his eyes. Silently they watched as the smoldering wrecks of Hegemony ships were peppered with fire from much nimbler bioships. The Brahman was still fully cloaked, leaving them to observe the battle without fear of harassment. All the while, the communications console continued relaying the panicked shouts of the Hegemony troops as they were incinerated or sucked into the void through hull breaches. Jack offhandedly noticed that the voice of one of the ship captains seemed familiar; It was Zephyr of the Foe Hammer, communicating with a voice that he didn't recognize. Even so, it was all background noise to him until he heard: "If you can, be ready. We're about to nuke the gate." The collective response on the bridge was accurately summed up by Simon's exclamation. "Oh shit!" Jack all but leaped into his seat and took the ship off of autopilot. Simon and Maria sprinted back to engineering, while Ren took up the task of redirecting power to the engines. Avery stood frozen in place, staring at the warp gate, as outlined by the light of the system's star, as if he was trying to prevent its destruction by sheer force of will. They were already at a great distance from the battle, so it did not take the ship long to achieve a safe distance from the inevitable detonation. Even so, the flash of the detonation still filled the bridge with a blinding white light, outshining the stars of the galaxy, and even Tau Eta itself for several moments. Only the special tinting of the bridge's viewports prevented anyone from going blind. When the light dissipated, they could see nothing left of the warp gate or any traces of the battle that had been raging only minutes earlier. Ren scanned every frequency he could tap into, but heard nothing but static. "It's all gone," he said quietly. "I 'ear two ships, Foe Hammer'n one callin'tself Acetes. But nothin' more." "Captain?" asked Jack. "How the hell are we getting out of Eta now? The warp gate's completely gone..." Avery's silence was unbroken for a moment. Then, finally, he spoke up. "We'll find a way... even if we have to steal a ship with an actual FTL drive... we'll find a way..." He waved his hand slightly. "Plot a course for where the warp gate used to be. Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky."

http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070503153034/homeworld/images/9/98/Marine_frigate.jpg This is what I imagine the Brahman to look like somewhat.

Yes. Please just give geneticists other roles than creating superpowers and cloning the occasional dead guy. It's my favorite position, and if it was removed, then one of my characters would have no reason to ever be on the station again.

As a note... can we please all try to be a bit more creative and shift away from these ultranationalistic interstellar empire type things? Cultures change drastically given 500 years, and even more so with the influx of advanced technology. Beliefs might be challenged, leaders might be usurped, etc etc. I find it very annoying how everyone wants basically a certain nationality but IN SPACE!