Let's Play: TEAM L.A.M.E.

[Simon_Jester]

MAD SCIENTIST is willing to go with being an ORDER OF KNIGHTS if he gets to be the CRANKY ENCHANTER.

[Eternal_Freedom]

"I don't think we became knights. But I might have missed the memo."

[Zixinus]

OOCish: I wasn't making a new knight order, I was just trying to spell the job of cleaning up some vermin more interesting than it is.

Then again, know what bunch of violent sociopaths we are, the guns alone would have been enough incentive, but one must always try.

[FaxModem1]

"All right. If all are agreed. I hereby declare us the Order of the Spaceplane."

[Eternal_Freedom]

"The Order of the Ravenstar" sounds more grandiose methinks.

I would back such an idea, I always wished to be a Knight.

[FaxModem1]

"How about Brotherhood of the Ravenstar. I don't know if you noticed, but we seem to be a Y chromosome required club."

[Eternal_Freedom]

"Good point. Brotherhood of the Ravenstar. Sounds excellent. All in favour?"

[FaxModem1]

"Aye"

REPAIR GUY inspects RAVENSTAR to see what else it needs or could use.

[Zixinus]

Ahem...

MISSION COMPLETE

MISSION SUMMARY

TIME: 00:48:32
MONEY EARNED: 0 $
PASSENGER CASUALTIES: 0

===SYSTEMS DAMAGE===
MAIN COMPUTER - DAMAGED
FLIGHT SURFACES - OK
HEAT SHIELD - DAMAGED
RADIO - OK
HYDRAULICS - PARTIALLY DESTROYED
RADIATOR - OK
INTERIOR - RUINED BY BODILY FLUIDS AND FIRE (AGAIN)
DOCKING CLAMP - OK
RADAR - OK
COCKPIT INSTRUMENTATION - DAMAGED

===CARGO===

RANDOM SPARE PARTS (9)
MK 84 2000LB LOW DRAG MUNITIONS (3)
FUELING HOSES (4)
MOSTLY USED UP MEDKIT (1)
SPECIALIZED TOOLBOXES (2)

===FUEL LEVELS===

SCRAM FUEL: 0%
MAIN ENGINE FUEL: 2%
RCS FUEL: 88%
APU FUEL: 95%

Spoiler

Please make me not the one that has to track this. No offence Fax, but if you volunteered to be the thing's mechanic, you should be the one to keep score of its damage.

RAISES PARANG up into the AIR!

"HAIL! HAIL! SEMPER FI! Wait, that's already taken. Hmm.... We do need a motto. How about 'Moneta Supervacanea, Magister?'? No, no, while it's accurate, it's more of a question than a statement. There is 'Stercus stercus stercus, morituri sum!'?. No, while we are likely to say it often, it's too long. Maybe if we cut a few 'stercus'-es off?
'Stercus, morituri sum!' everyone? There is also 'Carpe per diem!' too... I'll leave that for later, I've still got a few things to do."

I ASK everyone their SIZES for CLOTHES.

I head out with Ivan again with MOSTLY USED UP MEDKIT to go on a supplies run.

[Eternal_Freedom]

I INFORM ZIXINUS of my SIZES.

As for the motto:

Verum Ex Astrum - Truth from the Stars

[doom3607]

CULTIST politely suggests "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"

[Simon_Jester]

MAD SCIENTIST continues UNCOMFORTABLE PRYING and SCRIBBLING OF NOTES about CULTIST'S MAGIC WANK ARMOR. But because CULTIST said it politely, he does not zap CULTIST again using LOGIC PROBE.

Upon realizing that ORDER OF KNIGHTHOOD idea is actually being taken semi-seriously, MAD SCIENTIST brandishes SLIDE RULE as substitute for normal weapon. He OBEYS THE MUSTACHE and TELLS ZIXINUS his CLOTHING SIZES.

MAD SCIENTIST does not much care what our MOTTO is, since his own MOTTO will be the same regardless of what MOTTO everybody else uses. However, that never stops him from expressing an opinion.

MAD SCIENTIST proposes "Navigare Necesse Est," and offers the following optional translations:
-‘Fly, Fly you fools!'
-‘Get me out of here!’
-‘why me? Well, somebody has to do it.’ and
-‘I thought you knew how to steer this thing.’

(Thank you Eleventh Century Remnant)

[spoiler=ooc]He's been keeping track of 'major' damage- he's working on fixing all the things we still need fixed. I think. Sort of as a low-stats version of the previous system: we know what's damaged, at least.

Also, I think we sold the LARGE BOMBS for AIRPORT SERVICES.

But yeah, we do need to refuel at some point[/spoiler]

[Eternal_Freedom]

CORRECT, the BOMBS were EXCHANGED for SERVICES, INCLUDING REFUELLING. We just need to INFORM IVAN SOMETHINGEVICH as to WHEN would be CONVINIENT.

And now: UPDATE:

CULTIST remains SECURED alongside Mr MAISNER.

ZIXINUS has RETURNED with IVAN and MANY WEAPONS. EVERYONE who isn't TIED UP is now ARMED. With AMMO.

REPAIR GUY is NOW AWAITING DELIVERY of PARTS.

HISTORIAN and JANITOR are RETURNING to the BASEMENT, to SECURE ANYTHING that MAY be DOWN THERE.

FOLLOWING a HALF-SERIOUS SUGGESTION from ZIXINUS, which APPEALED to our EGOS, we have BECOME the BROTHERHOOD OF THE RAVENSTAR, with a MOTTO that is UNDECIDED AT PRESENT.

OOC: I am going to add that to my sig, I suggest others do to. I might even ask the mods if we can set up a new usergroup for it.

[noncredible]

Having RECEIVED no RESPONSE, MAISNER REPEATES his QUESTION.

"Kde jsem?"
Spoiler

Where am I?

[Eternal_Freedom]

SPACE PILOT moves over to MAISNER, intending to INTERROGATE HIM:

"What is your name? Why are you here? What do you want?"

"Kde jsem? WHY CAN'T YOU SPEAK ENGLISH!"

[noncredible]

MAISNER is EVIDENTLY DAZED

"English? Wha-? Last thing I remember is entering some bar in Poland. Then it gets all blurry. Where am I? You can call me John."

MAISNER becomes DAZED GUY or JOHN

[Eternal_Freedom]

"Well, John, you are in a hanger at Okhotsk Spaceport Libertarian Russia. The hanger is currently being used by us mad Knights, otherwise known as the employees of Lloyd Aerospace and Management Enterprises, although we've gone a bit freelance of late.

As you can see behidn me, we have an awesome spaceplane. It's so awesome it's become the centrepiece of our new knightly Brotherhood.

Now that you know so much about us, you must either come with us or die. So, I'll ask again. How did you come to be in the basement wearing a suit, a cape, a beret, fake fangs and carrying a herring?"

[noncredible]

"Well, the suit and beret are mine. The cape... I'm not sure. The herring, I normally keep locked in an airtight safe, and I use it to hold important things, like the revolver. After all, who would look inside a herring's ass? By the way, you can probably through the herring out now. After 24 hours, they become unusable. As for the fangs..."

JOHN BITES through the ROPE holding him.

"...they're diamond-tipped."

Spoiler

This might be my last post for several hours, maybe even for all of today. Tomorrow, I might not be on. I'll definitely be back by Friday evening (~8:30PM Mountain Time)

[FaxModem1]

Spoiler

OOC, I thought the cockpit was cleaned? And I had fixed the damage done to the systems. That's why I asked. If not, well he'll just get started then.

REPAIR GUY gives his clothing SIZES to ZIXINUS.

After that, he uses what's left of the REPAIR PARTS to fix the MAIN COMPUTER and INTERIOR. After that, he'll start work on the COCKPIT INSTRUMENTATION.

[Eternal_Freedom]

Spoiler

I've been bouncing PM's off Dalton for a bit, and we can get a usergroup set up for TEAM LAME. Basically, this makes it easier for me to send mass PM's to everyone involved. Plus, it means we could add something specific to our sigs if we wished.

I would stress that it would make things easier for me as GM, but if no one else is interested I'll let it slide. All in favour? Actually, if you're in favour, PM me so it doesn't clutter the thread.

[Force Lord]

HISTORIAN feels that BASEMENT may not be as DANGEROUS as THOUGHT. GRUMBLES about OLD STUFF in LATIN.

[Eternal_Freedom]

UPDATE:

HISROIAN and JANITOR have DECIDED that the BASEMENT is NOT VERY INTERESTING. APPARENTLY it was JUST MAISNER down there.

REPAIR GUY is REPAIRING the COMPUTER.

SPACE PILOT is INTERROGATING MAISNER. It is NOT GOING WELL.

CULTIST remains SUBDUED. HE is BEING INTERROGATED by DERANGED PHYSICIST.

ZIXINUS and IVAN are GOING on a SUPPLIES RUN, having COLLECTED EVERYONE's CLOTHING SIZES.

[Simon_Jester]

Clarification:

MAD SCIENTIST is not INTERROGATING CULTIST. He is INVESTIGATING the MAGIC WANK ARMOR. The actual CULTIST is of minimal interest to him, except as an inconvenient hunk of meat presently occupying the MAGIC ARMOR.
Spoiler

I'm not averse to a usergroup; what would we do to get it set up?

[noncredible]

Since EVERYONE seems to have LOST INTEREST in HIM, JOHN ASKS "Ok, what now?"

[FaxModem1]

"What skills do you have?"