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Grand Star Army - there's a name that conjures up some memories! I remember them, Yui, and you from the great Space War. I was Thraven, the chap in charge of the Ayenee Space Coalition, constantly getting pounded by Nerima!

*Hangs head in shame* Forgive me. I'll do better next time.

Yeah, very good manners. Not a word about blue pills or anything!

I see..... Me! And five anonymous guests....

"Raise the shields. Targeting solutions on the.. the ship!" despite the IFF tag clearly designating the vessel ahead of them as Cains Memory, Coburn refused to believe it "Bring the Yamato reactors online and begin charging" The IFF tag assigned to the Memory on the tactical display changed...

Does sound interesting - I do haver the occasional evening where I sit there and think "Hmmm, I wish Yahell had never screwed up their chat. I wanna RP!" So yeah, keep us updated!

Hmph, well, if you insist! *stalks around*

*Slinks in like a ninja* BOO! Bet ya didn't think you'd see me again! Mwahaha! *slinks off*

Streams of tracer fire reached up from the asteroids surface as defence turrets tried to hit the fleet Eldar vessels of Asha'vel Squadron. The Hemlock class destroyers were among the smallest independant vessels in the Ayenee Space Coalition, their size, speed, and incredible agility making them...

*Rubs sore head, and mutters rude things about Mith* Well done oh great and powerful one. Now Sin's running the show! and she's a girl! ;) Rick

*Isn't really here. He's a figment of your imagination. Yeah, your imagination, that's it. WooooOOOooooOOO. Or something.* Rick

*thwaps Slayer with his plush Siege Tank* Hush boy! ;) Rick

You already know what I'm going to say... You close it down Mith, and I'll make good on those promises of coming to the states, and feeding you into a Pizza oven. Even though people like me are probably largely to blame for these slumps (Prolonged absences, followed by periods of frenzied...

A post a week? But what if my fragile li'l brain can't handle the strain?! I'm a lazy, lazy man.... Rick

*Stares* You. YOU! You're the reason I never got any work done as a programmer! Writing out my parts of the Space War battles against you was always so much more fun than writing database queries! Hmmm, I wonder if I've still got them saved. I know I did have. They were some epic fights...

Omega Ops HQ, Undisclosed Location. Somewhere near Ayenee City. The video screen that posed as a window in Ryan's modest office showed the pre-dawn gloom shrouding one of the Capitals more affluent shopping precincts, it's fountains and 'modern art' sculptures were pale shadows in the amber...

I don't check in for a little while, and suddenly there's old faces writing posts and kicking off storylines all over the place (well actually two, and they're in the same storyline more or less, but I have a penchant for the melodramatic)! Yae and DJM posting again? Bloody Hell, that's a...

The sign reads: "I aint'nt ded" Yeah, not sure if anyone noticed, but I'm flitting in and out... not 'cause you smell or anything (well, except Mith, but less said on that the better) but because I'm a busy li'l chap... Just wanted you peeps to know that I do still drop in and have a read...

The Meadow Unnamed meadow, twelve miles east of Capital City. Rain. Cold, miserable, and above all, very wet, poured from the leaden winter sky. This wasn't the sort of desultory shower that a mere umbrella could ward off. This was the sort of downpour that swept in under the shelter of the...

CIC Command. Undisclosed Location A trickle of blood. It seemed remarkable that that thin trickle, escaping from the left nostril, was the only trace of that vital fluid. Certainly, saliva glistened in the intense lights, across the chin, and in gobbets down the chest, but aside from that one...

Forge World, Praxia Praxia System Tech-adept Sessirach moved with a steady, measured gait through the dim corridors of Research-Manufactorium Beta, two miles below the surface of the dimly-lit world of Praxia. he passed other adepts, their robes and trailing servitors and familiars strikingly...

Peering around the edge of the doorway, it's doors reduced to ash in the preceeding intense heat, Rand spyed the perfect shelter in the form of a collapsed coloumn of deep blue marble. From where he was he could only see the backs of two figures, seemingly hooded and robed. Checking that neither...

Rand reined-in quietly alongside the old man, his eyes drawn through the gloom to the teetering structure that was illuminated inside by the flickering of torches. The ongoing chanting brought back unpleasant memories, but also seemed to send a tingle up his spine. Until this moment, he'd...

Western edge of Imperial Republic of Ayenee controlled space 1st Battlecruiser Flotilla, operating throughout frontier, suppressing pirate activity Ensign Bornhal was getting nervous. It was late in the ships night-cycle, and he was still technically a cadet. He was being broken-in to...

His communications officer gave one last shriek, before the stacatto crack of his sidearm cut him short, spattering the crewman behind with blood, skull, and pieces of brain. After the thirty seconds or so of frantic throat-shredding screams, the bridge seemed almost quiet. The brain-smeared...

There's almost as many definitions of Dragon Breath as there are authors writing about them. Pratchett's Draco Vulgaris (Swamp Dragons) breath fire through a chemical reaction, but the Drcao Nobilis being magical in origin breath magical fire, hot enough to vapourise a human in seconds...

Hello there Mr Ibis! It'll be a pleasure to read your RP posts and you MySpace bulletins from now on... ;) Rick/Rooney

I get what you're saying Ullery, but can you imagine what'd it'd be like if he wrote a long reply like that? This isn't Frank-Bashing, 'cause Lord knows some of my replies make little or no sense to anyone but me, but there has to be a degree of sensibility, or else our li'l brains might melt...

*Would also be*