Captain's Log. We have entered the disputed Narendra System in order to conduct experimental research. I am apprehensive given the aggressive nature of those claiming this sector.
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Captain’s Log stardate 44235.4. We have entered the disputed Narendra System in order to conduct experimental research on the immutability of time. Federation astrophysicist Dr. Paul Stubbs is overseeing the study. I am apprehensive given the aggressive nature of those claiming this sector. Beam aboard for adventure where no one has gone before! Role-playing encouraged, combat inevitable.
You gather in a secluded town whose residents seem bent on wiping out humanity. When the screams start, what will you do? Roleplaying encouraged. Very loosely based on the Koontz Frankenstein series.
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Friends gather to celebrate in a secluded town unaware that the residents have been slowly replaced by dopplegangers bent on wiping out humanity. When the power is cut and the screams start your choices are limited... what will you do? Roleplaying encouraged. Loosely based on the Koontz Frankenstein series-very loosely.
Captain's Log: 114 delegates aboard, half angry at the other half, & everyone touchier than raw antimatter over this Ardana question. Your orders: Find a way to keep Ardana in the Federation.
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Captain's Log: We are hosting a formal reception tonight, 114 delegates aboard for two weeks, 32 of them ambassadors, half of them mad at the other half, and everyone touchier than a raw antimatter pile over this Ardana question. Stratos city-dwellers and Troglytes alike are angry about accusations of human rights violations and outright interference in their internal affairs by other members. Your orders are to find a way to keep Ardana in the Federation. A trivial assignment for officers and crew of your calibre. Beam aboard for adventure where no man has gone before! Role playing encouraged, combat inevitable.
Captain's Log: 114 delegates aboard, half angry at the other half, & everyone touchier than raw antimatter over this Ardana question. Your orders: Find a way to keep Ardana in the Federation.
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Captain's Log: We are hosting a formal reception tonight, 114 delegates aboard for two weeks, 32 of them ambassadors, half of them mad at the other half, and everyone touchier than a raw antimatter pile over this Ardana question. Stratos city-dwellers and Troglytes alike are angry about accusations of human rights violations and outright interference in their internal affairs by other members. Your orders are to find a way to keep Ardana in the Federation. A trivial assignment for officers and crew of your calibre. Beam aboard for adventure where no man has gone before! Role playing encouraged, combat inevitable.
Even a Clone Trooper needs a little R&R. Pelham 123, a backwater mining post, is just the place. Rest up & heal up, it sounds like paradise. We both know it's never that easy.
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Your unit is taking a break between missions at a little backwater mining colony called Pelham 123. It’s just enough of a space station for a few bacta tanks and some recreation. Clone commanders have been beefing it up here and there, adding a few amenities and using it as an unofficial stopover. As long as no one is shooting at you, you can call it R&R. Of course, for a Cone Trooper a paradise like Pelham 123 can’t ever last.
Even a Clone Trooper needs a little R&R. Pelham 123, a backwater mining post, is just the place. Rest up & heal up, it sounds like paradise. We both know it's never that easy.
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Your unit is taking a break between missions at a little backwater mining colony called Pelham 123. It’s just enough of a space station for a few bacta tanks and some recreation. Clone commanders have been beefing it up here and there, adding a few amenities and using it as an unofficial stopover. As long as no one is shooting at you, you can call it R&R. Of course, for a Cone Trooper a paradise like Pelham 123 can’t ever last.
You’re a New God, member of an established super group and known for your flash, drama, fabulous looks, and super powers. Today should be a routine hospital visit. It just never works out like that.
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In the summer of 2015, the Alien Virus infected everyone. Mysterious ships were spotted over every major city in the world, but their only communication was a one-way message written out in the DNA of every person on earth. Two weeks of panic and then the aliens were gone. The "Supers" started showing up a few months later. People able to pick up cars, fly, shoot lasers from their eyes. It was only a small percentage, but it felt like the comics and movies coming to life. Twenty five years later and super powered individuals are now part of everyday life - along with all the problems that go with them. You are The New Gods, an established super group based in the Mediterranean. Known as much for your flash and drama (and fabulous clothing and fragrance line) as your super powers, you are as likely to be raising money for charity as fighting a super villain.
You’re a New God, member of an established super group and known for your flash, drama, fabulous looks, and super powers. Today should be a routine hospital visit. It just never works out like that.
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In the summer of 2015, the Alien Virus infected everyone. Mysterious ships were spotted over every major city in the world, but their only communication was a one-way message written out in the DNA of every person on earth. Two weeks of panic and then the aliens were gone. The "Supers" started showing up a few months later. People able to pick up cars, fly, shoot lasers from their eyes. It was only a small percentage, but it felt like the comics and movies coming to life. Twenty five years later and super powered individuals are now part of everyday life - along with all the problems that go with them. You are The New Gods, an established super group based in the Mediterranean. Known as much for your flash and drama (and fabulous clothing and fragrance line) as your super powers, you are as likely to be raising money for charity as fighting a super villain.
Coruscant is quarantined, lost to the infected. Now an emergency beacon from a medical research center means you're going in. Move fast, find out what set off the beacon, don't get eaten.
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Coruscant, former center of civilization, is now a wasteland crawling with flesh eating beings. Three years after the destruction of the second Death Star, the infection came out of nowhere and spread through the packed humanity of the upper and lower levels of the city world. Coruscant is now cut off from the rest of the universe. An emergency beacon would normally be ignored, but this one is coming from the lower levels of Coruscants greatest medical research facility. The hope that new information about the infection is available is too great to ignore. Your mission is to find out what set off the beacon and return with that information. Do not bring back specimens. No infected material is allowed off the planet. Level One interdiction and quarantine rules apply - deadly use of force is authorized. Good Luck.
Coruscant is quarantined, lost to the infected. Now an emergency beacon from a medical research center means you'e going in. Move fast, find out what set off the beacon, don't get eaten.
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Coruscant, former center of civilization, is now a wasteland crawling with flesh eating beings. Three years after the destruction of the second Death Star, the infection came out of nowhere and spread through the packed humanity of the upper and lower levels of the city world. Coruscant is now cut off from the rest of the universe. An emergency beacon would normally be ignored, but this one is coming from the lower levels of Coruscants greatest medical research facility. The hope that new information about the infection is available is too great to ignore. Your mission is to find out what set off the beacon and return with that information. Do not bring back specimens. No infected material is allowed off the planet. Level One interdiction and quarantine rules apply - deadly use of force is authorized. Good Luck.