New Knight's Templar {Clan Thread, Heavy Satire, Light Role Playing, and Debauchery}

Yuss! You'll find plenty of things to get started, but we'll take this nice little card here and get some better ones, among other things.

 

Voodoo is on Covert Ops? Sounds fantastic. Any orders, or shall I continue on my way?

 

Continue on doing whatever you think's best, I'll be heading to the Outpost soon. *Flashes chip* With our new best friend here.

 

*nods*
*Seeing that Tatt has plenty of help thus far, she heads back to the med bay/intel room to gain her bearings and file reports.*

 

*Pours a mug of chamomile tea, surprisingly*[DOUBLEPOST=1449357413][/DOUBLEPOST]*Glances at monitor indicating ship restoration progress* Hmm... I guess I'll get off my ass now, rather than later... *Heaves himself up, stretches, and heads outside*

 

Thank you. I'll try my best.
I'll be at my assigned location and wait for further orders. *Leaves the room*

//Time to get some sleep.

 

Goodnight, DR[DOUBLEPOST=1449357780][/DOUBLEPOST]*Looks about the entrance to the station, carefully scanning for wealthy and obese midgets in tuxedos to ambush him*[DOUBLEPOST=1449358453][/DOUBLEPOST]*Determined that there were no human-penguin hybrids with ill-intent, he steps onto the smooth, cool titanium platform that leads up the the glowing mini-mall.* What an odd place to find a seven-eleven *He laughs to himself, proceeding through a set of steel doors, with a satisfying "Woosh". He steps back and does it again. "Woosh" "Woosh Woosh Woosh.... " This was getting him nowhere, fast, he realized.* Hellayew, Kean I halp youz? *With a jump and a swipe of his hand in a ninja-like fashion, he came face to.... nothing. He looked down to find a small, black-haired elderly woman glaring up at him angrily.* Uhm, I-I dunno. Can you? *He shrugs, gesturing towards her in a futile attempt to gain control of the situation* Yes, az a meatta a fakt ya kean. *Glancing down the long, sleek, and futuristic-seeming hallway, he had a feeling he wouldn't be getting down it anytime soon.* Well, how CAN you help me? *He asked shyly* Yawant sum nice ship parts? Maybe sum special... *she leans over to whisper, making the poor glitch kneel awkwardly* Upgrades for onna dem calculator goirlfriends? *His eyes widened, and he determined he was done here.* Excuse me miss, but I really must be passing. *Hurries past the old illegal parts saleswoman, not glancing back* Iv'e had enough of here already...

 

*Wilfrey's communicator lights up*
://Incoming message//:
I have finished compiling a list of materials required to finish repairs to the ship. RD and I have been able to find a majority of the parts needed, but we're lacking some vital components. I've attached a file indicating the missing materials.

 

Much appreciated, Apathy, but I'm battling an army of cranky senior florans, gonna take awhile.

 

Tatterdemalion screams, startling everyone near him.
"Ah. Good to get that out of my system. Converters are running at 70%, stabilizers at 63%, so we're spaceworthy so long as we don't take any more damage getting in fights. Bwahahaha! Nope. Couldn't say that one with a straight face."

 

*Runs back out from the med bay* What? Did someone just holler? *looks over at Tatt* Oh yes, did you need any further help? I'm free to assist you, good sir.

 

Please hurry with those supplies, Tatter's scarring me.

 

Scarring you? Not yet. Scaring maybe. Wait a minute... how am I reading your dialogue?! Am I being meta??

 

Nah, you're probably just being invasive. Looking over my shoulder isn't that hard.
Well... If you can get around my head that is.

 

://Communicator message//:
If technical crew finished the diagnosis - I would like to take a look at the list of necessary supplies.
://Communicator message ends//:

 

While I originally worked as a blacksmith, I'm fairly handy with engineering and mechanics. I also make a fairly good emissary if needed. So is there any way I can help in this situation?

 

I made a sword.

 

Oh! Uh...

://Comm message//:
Of course, here's the file I sent Sir Wilfrey. I've labeled the supplies we've used and still require. TD was moving fairly fast so I may not have listed everything.
://end//:

 

*scrolls through the list*
I can't do much about it... While I'm responsible for material gathering - we can't just start digging in the Outpost, and I'm not sure if trading is a part of my responsibilities.

://Communicator message to Wilfrey//:
Am I responsible for trading as well? And if so - I need to know the maximum amount of pixels I'm allowed to spend.
://End of message//: @Sir Wilfrey

 

I shall retire to my quarters for a few hours.. try not to get any bumps or bruises while I'm gone, lads. *trudges sleepily away*

//Goodnight guys.