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The other way. When you use the "Give" command from the task bar or IC tab, the mice/crabs/etc will show up.

Poslan tries to snap, and when that fails he tries four more times and then just curses in Siik'Maas. "He wishes Tajarans could snap their fingers. ANYWAY. Yes he is. Maybe one day you can hope to be as funny as he is."

Being the only captain, Tenz is it. You can make your own app to pick and choose crewmates how you like.

Poslan reaches down off screen for a moment, coming back with a cane produce in his one hand. The rubber tip pokes against the camera, skewing the view to one side. "Hey, how about he breaks your leg and then we see who can move crates faster. Or maybe bows at ten bases. Or he can just laugh at your face ferret and just assume he's better."

Well, I don't. No where in this did I say I wanted the Tajarans to have a random, magical bolstering in their forces, or giving them deathrays and the like. You'll even the type of this suggestion says "Military Structure" not, "Military Upgrade." This is just some patriotic flabbergast like Hadii telling people not to humanize themselves and differentiate themselves from the human more.

You don't need an app to make a new character. You can make just a human thats completely separate from the Nanako's.

Poslan rolls his eyes and smirks back at the screen, "Yeah right, like you could ever handle a bow OR a gun."

Another "Post your Characters" thread. This time we're talking Fallout. Jason Boyd was like any other mug from Mojave that wasn't a raider or Freeside mug. That is to say, his life sucked, but then again, so did people's from those places. He was born in Searchlight back before it was known as Camp Searchlight by the NCR and Legion. A group of people held up and lived there since it was easier to live in pre-built houses than to stake a claim and make your own like they did in other places, and it really helped that Searchlight was more or less untouched in the Great War. Their own firehouse and police station for weapons and medicine, and plenty of housing, not to mention the nearly by sea front for food, the airport of scavenging metal for repairs and making new supplies, and the location near an intersection for trade. His father was part of the town's guard, and his mother was an rotational scavenger sent off whenever someone else was too sick or hurt to go. Things started to change when the Legion posted up in Cottonwood Cove. Everyone took a problem with who they were and what they did, but they knew going against them was suicide. But some more... Radical folk took it upon themselves to fuck with them. People would go down the road a ways and take pot shots at Legionaries and run away when they started look, thought they were clever enough to get away with it. One of those people was Jason's father, and he'd often take the young Jason on these little Legion shooting trips. But eventually the Legion said enough was enough, and went against the town. When the Legion started to move on them, everyone piled into the churches and hid in the basements. To save on bullets and stamina, they just set fire them and left. By the time anyone noticed what was happening, it was too late, and debris was all over. They could only fit small children out. One such kid was Jason. Recently orphaned, he was taken in by a ghoul from town, who was in the other church, the luckier group who noticed sooner and managed to get out more people. Without a place to call home they left and went to the wasteland, bumming around for a while until they turned up in Novac. When they came down the road, Manny popped the ghoul thinking he was a feral from the REPCONN facility. Orphaned a second time, he just lived in Novac for a while . When he was older enough he took up patrolling the town's boarder at night with Boone. Living there after what Manny did left a bad taste in his mouth, so as soon as he had the caps, he bought a rifle from Chet, and left with one of the caravans passing thought town as a hired hand to guard things. With what happened in his youth, and living with people like Ranger Andy and Boone for so long, he became a firm supporter of the NCR, and joined up when he had a decent bank in his pocket and found a recruiting office that'd take him.

Im unsure about this. Nanako is a good Nanako, but he do they do at being a non-Nanako? Don't even ask me how many times I needed to go back and re-write that sentence. Anyway. They're good at their odd Nanako super-clone thing, but before pass judgement I think it'd be best to see a human that isn't a Nanako first. That being said, I also want to say that the backstory is nice, well written, shows they know the lore well and really cared enough to put effort (GASP) into this.

I would change #2 from "crew's lives" to "lives of high-ranking personnel", aka Command and NT event folks. The people who truly matter to any corporation, when it all comes down to a bad situation, are those in charge who have been with the company for many years. Whereas the catbeast cargo tech truly is expendable in comparison, although you wouldn't plainly state it. And then everyone now has a reason to bumrush people with hostages, because captains and HoS' are told that everyone else is less important than money and gadgets.

I also say we return the ability to eat monkies.

I just noticed theres no way to bump posts like on the old forums anymore, so, bump.

The more important question is why do you have it, cream soda is fucking disgusting.

Poslan rolls his eyes and sits back down in his chair. "Hey, he'd like to see you do better with a bow. He's been doing this since he was 5."

Poslan groans and slings the bow over his shoulder, rapping his finger against the monitor. "Hey! It's not funny. Hush now, or next time he will be aiming for your knees."

Poslan can't help but laugh as he nocks an unfletched wooden stick into the bow. It seemed playful at first, but a second later the bow flies off out of the bow and glass shatters somewhere off screen. "Welp. That wasn't what he wanted to do..."

Poslan looks down towards the floor, pursing his lips against his index finger as he listened to the two. "By Messa's left teat, who is this lady?"

"You know, he just thought of something. What even is the Hammer and Anvil? What does it do?"

Captain Tarris "Red Tears" Amoto is a Dunmer slaver who lived in Tear, lived a long time just running Argonians and Khajiit around the place by her name, instead of Red Tears. During the Argonian invasion of Marrowind, she set sail with every slave she could get her hands on, taking slaves from other slavers, and even slaves that were already sold, and sailed out to sea for safety. While she was out there, she brought every Argonian in her holds up to the above decks and started to beat one of them as some form of revenge against what the Argonians were doing. But after she was done the Argonian had a few choice words to spit at her, and when she got in his face to shout, he butted faces, digging his horns into her eyes. The members of her crew were about to kill the Argonian and throw him over, but she told them to let him live. After wiping the blood from her eyes, she grabbed a makeshift wooden club and smacked it against his head over and over until his horns broke off. The Argonian died in the middle of her beating, but she still used the horn to gouge his eyes, and then went on to do it to every Argonian slave she had. After she washed the blood from her face, she painted her face red around the eyes and down her cheeks. She threw her name aside from that point on, now calling herself Captain Red Tears, and the whole blinding thing became a signature for her when slaves disobeyed her, keeping the horns of the Argonian who almost blinded to do it. Returning to Marrowind after the end of the Argonian invasion, she found Tear under Argonian control, so she released all the Argonians there, and then sailed up the shores to find a new home like the rest of the displaced Dunmer.

Poslan gasps for a second and jumps up from his seat, running off camera for a moment before returning with a bow, dark, almost black wood base and a yellow string. "Hey, maybe he can bring this baby since you're never used a bow before."

Poslan cocks an eyebrow and leans to the side, as if that'd help him see whatever Uriel was yelling at, "Isabella? Someone blaring music or some stupid holovid?"

3022 is a good ways in the future, through ages, wars and peaces there is a united front for all of humanity. The United Human Federation spans from Sol to 12 Light Years away. In very few ways are these days similar to the days of yesteryear. For the most basic thing, the most spoke language in the galaxies is Human Common, a hodgepodge of Mandarin, Spanish and English, though outside of Sol and Outter-Sol it's more common that some people speak old, native languages. Outside of that, history is complex. The Federation's History. Regions of the Federation Sol Outter-Sol Federation Edge Colony Worlds .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. How does this game work? Starting Character Sheet

Poslan leans a bit closer to the screen, and starts to whisper, "Any cute, single ones?"

Poslan blows some air past his lips, taping at the side of his chin, "Well, assuming that Hammer and Anvil place has the some type of food and cooks as the Exodus, it'll probably all not be so good. But its all probably thrice times as good as his wife's food, so he'd probably eat anything you put in front of his mouth, honestly."

Poslan throws his head back and places a hand over his chest dramatically, "No way to repay? Now you're just lying to yourself. Friendship is paid is friendship. ALTHOUGH. If you feel like doing him a favour, he's trying to join the clergy of the Sister Suns. If you have any Tajaran crew on that Hammer and Anvil place, maybe he could come and try to lead a prayer?"