Year: 2013

Classic OtherSpace Log: Abduction

November 30, 2013 Brody No Comments

A group of strange, ancient aliens begins abducting unsuspecting denizens of the Sanctuary colony vessel. Among the first victims is newlywed and Hangarville politico Yama Nels…

Dim Chamber <TCV Probos>

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A dark chamber with a low ceiling that seems to drip chains that ooze with a greenish-gray slime that issues from small refreshment pores in the ceiling. Arrayed in a formation that suggest a malignant black flower are eight round-edged examination tables that seem designed for just about any manner of life form – complete with restraints. Trays near each table are stacked with ominous-looking implements, bristling with sharp edges and cruel twists. Oval observation monitors glow bluely above the head of each exam table.

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The Laboratory door slides closed.

Yama tries to crane his neck to look around, hopefully for signs of a scantily-clad Teel.

Shog slurgs into the chamber, following its cohorts, carrying a metallic rod of some kind as it fixes its reddish-gold eyes on the human.

Nyarla says, “This speshimen has less insulting protrusions than the last.”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Ungstiri Tough

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In the Lamplighter Tavern on Citadel Base, people have gathered for a celebration – a sendoff for Vanguard personnel who are going with Sanctuary to defend her, and a last hurrah for the ones who must stay behind to face the coming onslaught of the Kretonians…

On the Holo-Viewer: The Consortium Broadcasting Network logo appears on the holovid.

Daerius looks over to the Holo Viewer.

Fireeyes, with a rather large mug filled to the brim, looks to the Holo-viewer.

Melissa is sitting at the bar, “Well…i think today’s gonna kind of be a free for all Mr. Rackman..won’t really matter WHERE we sit..”

Ta’isgrup similarly moves over to the holo-video to see.

Denick turns his gaze from those entering to the Holo-viewer.

Rackman shrugs and places the chair back, “ok, suit yourself” He sits back down and looks to the Holoviewer.

Newt grabs a drink (whitish looking.. possibly milk without the mixer 😉 and plants his butt down at a small table.

On the Holo-Viewer: A Castori newscaster appears onscreen, and says, “Good evening to all our viewers throughout the Fringe and Stellar Consortium. First in the news: Odysseus, the home of Lord Fagin the Pirate King, a planetoid tucked between two black holes – has fallen into one of the black holes, a catastrophe caused – apparently – by a ship exploding close enough to knock Odysseus off kilter. It is unknown how many casualties resulted – or if Lord Fagin was among them.”

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Intolerance

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Duke Buchanan spreads his message of not-so-good will to some of the alien denizens of Sanctuary…

Flight Deck <UCV Sanctuary>

– Sanctuary –

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A high, broad chamber that serves as the flight prep and launch deck for the Sanctuary colony ship. A blister module high atop the port wall, above the entrance, serves as the control tower. To starboard, a wide slit opens onto the blackness of space. The cargo bay is aft. A muster room is fore.

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MacDonald frowns at the packages but looks back to Volestad, “Well then..if you can get our ID cards set up and move us into the schedule..I’d appreciate it very much..”

Volestad flickers with yellow as Arn’ga approaches. “Yes?” he says, and also gives a nod to MacDonald. “Of course.”

Buchanan strides onto the flight deck, his eyes taking in the activity.

MacDonald smiles slightly and then glances over at Arn’ga

Arn’ga straightens from his looming. “You stare at me too long, why?” his spine bristles seem to move slightly in agitation.

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Classic OtherSpace Log: Choices

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The Consortium Council gathers to discuss recent events, ranging from developments on Demaria to the capture of the shadowtrappers menacing Centauri to Ist’thol’mek’s application for Consortium membership.

Council Chambers

This is the Consortium Council Offical Chambers, where all of the Consortium’s important decisions are made. The room is centered around a large, black, ovular confrence table. This table has six seats on each side and one at the head. At each place on the table is a small computer console and a microphone, for the use of council members. In the center of the table is a pyramid-shaped device; a holograpic projector.

Security officers patrol this room constantly when it is not in use, making sure no one gets in except for the members and their aides.

Dahan floats into the chamber. Suspended from its collar is a 14 inch diameter bubble of a transparent material, inside of which rests the wriggling Marda. Dahan floats over, and takes its place at the table.

From the balcony above: Denick walks in quitely, and takes a seat near the front as well.

Marda looks about curiously.

From the balcony above: Blackface steps in, sitting in a chair near the back. He rests his cap on his lap.

Dahan plugs in a cable from it’s collar to the table. Soon, a computerized voice says, “Vocalizer on-line.”

Fimkin is sitting in his chair, studying his furry fingers with sleepy intensity.

Avocet’s weary Odarite aide sets the metallic box on the platform beside the general’s seat. Avocet nods, then goes back to studying his datapad display.

Volnarra has arrived.

Dahan turns its head a little to the left, then to the right. “I see we still have a few guests that need to arrive. We will wait for the Mekke delagation.”

Several Mekke guards, their black carapaces gleaming under the lights, scurry into the chamber through the archway, taking up positions on either side of the arch.

Volnarra strides in quickly, her gown flaring about her legs, her skin a pale red. “Greetings, please forgive my tardiness.”

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