Coile

I'd laugh if I ever once had managed to leave an interesting book in the shelf. With fun things the willpower usually approaches zero. Consequently our apartment is shot full of books and comics. >.<

Hellcome back Q, and conga rats to Stoof for the birthday.

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So...when are ya gonna do RC?

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What would Hana Li say!?

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*Insert sucking up to artist here with Inny puppet*

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As far as I can tell the pictures don't start from a screenshot, they have their roots in something best described as "characteristic". If you observe the Sword and Coile picture there their relationship is depicted. Coile is looking at Sword, Sword is looking away. Even at his arms there is a sense of distance between them. Back in Paragon City Coile lived in Sword's apartment. She comforted him by holding hand or even hugging when needed but it never went into the realm of romance. The picture is not just illustration to the story, it's also a tale in itself. One picture, a thousand words, all that.

What's RC's story? Is he a communist? How does he see his motherland? Where are his loyalties? What are his hardships? How does he feel about the harsh things done in communism's name? Is he an idealist? Realist? Does he believe in an utopia? What does he dream about (except Hana Li, that is)? WHY is he the greeting committee at GG? What are his motives? What does he want to be? One picture wouldn't maybe touch all those subjects but if it's going to be just a scetch based on a screenshot it would just be - a redrawn screenshot.

The shimmering spirit portal vomited the barely conscious form of Andre Kraft, better known as Coile, back to reality. He stayed kneeling, retching but his stomach contained nothing further to be spewed out. The brief war in the spirit realm had been very taxing but was over for now. He wondered how many of his companions had survived. He wondered how he had survived.

His thoughts were cut much like the tree he was close to. A laser sliced the tree trunk in half and an exploding shell that hit the ground no more than twenty paces away threw him to his back. Dazed he tried to glance around. It was a warzone. A squad was closing in on him fast. He tried to get up but something in the air made his muscles liquid.

He thought his arms would come off their sockets as he was yanked up by something whoosing by at incredible speed and banking before the tree line quickly taking altitude. A familiar voice spoke to him.

"Good evening Coile, I am pleased to find you yet intact."

"Steel? Steel Guard, is that you?"

"I do hope your senses start serving you better fast. We are in a middle of a war in here."

"Yeh, I saw that. What the blazes is going on? Wait, weren't whose...?"

"Yes, Requiem has started a major assault all over the world and especially here in Paragon City. Multiple zones are under attack. I actually came here to find you since you stubbornly refused to acknowledge my contact attempts."

"I was in the spirit world, Steel. What about the rest of the team?"

"Miss Subaiku is still in a light coma. Xan has been fighting the tide in Crey's Folly. I got one word from Miss Coila when this started, she is fighting Requiem in the subterranean. Miss Dawn, I have not been able to contact since she left on Friday."

"I didn't drive her away!"

"I did not say you did."

"We just had a professional argument, there's *nothing* more to it!"

"If you say so."

"Steel, how bad is it?"

"I would say as bad as it gets but I would be lying. Most inhabited areas are still not under direct assaults but that can change at any given time." Having flown to his intended target he descented back to ground level. "This portal will take you to Galaxy City. Visit our base, learn all you can of the situation. We need our leaders up with all possible details. When you are ready I am at your call."

Then Steel Guard finally let go of Coile's hands giving him a directed swing that sent him through the portal. Then he checked his sensors and picked a location. The war was still on and just as unrelenting as it had been the whole weekend.

Cheers, Leif!

Well done.

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Coile and Sword of Truth (related to his story of them going to mountains): Into My Arms

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Out of a hundred (or two or three) drawings, scetches, magazine covers, comic panels, short story illustrations or various works relating to SWG, WoW or CoH that you have done over the years I just might like this one best.

This is your most advanced piece of art. I was serious when I suggested that you should make pics of the various stages of the process and make a "making of" post how you created this.

Compared to the pencil drawing what makes this picture stand out is the use of old style photograph background and the small details done to the lines at the last stage. The whole look and feel is a thirties photograph combined with a cover art of a pulp mag or another. It creates a nice contrast especially since it's a picture to a story that happens on 2006. Sort of suggests there is an ageless attribute to stories.

The story in question is currently in my sig. "Touch the Sky"

Global Name: @Coile
Server: Union
City of Heroes/City of Villains Have both, play only CoH so far.
RP Characters:
Coile
Winter Heart
Jiffy Blakes
Type of RP: Eh? I do missions IC. I belong to an RP supergroup. I visit GG. I do plots, I sit and chat, I play relationships, drama, adventure, casual. I do open RP at least on Tempest forums. I write IC announcements. Um, I run plots, and write stories. I try to be IC pretty much always and with trusted players I play the hardcore way meaning any of them can with plausible IC reason snuff any of my chars without any sort of advance warning. I hope all that includes "character based" as I have no clue what it means.
Can be contacted: IG mail, Official forum, Tempest forum, MSN, tugging the sleeve as I walk by
Times on: From 8 pm likely, from 9 pm almost certainly. All the way up to late hours when I either drop asleep or at the latest 3 am if I want to sleep even two hours. English times used.
Timezone: EET, meaning two hours later than England, one hour later than central Europe.

I believe I'll be again up and about for the ship mission.

Also I'd like to know when the recon mission to Tien Shan was going to take place. I'd like to be there, and if any facility is located, in that strike team.

Woohoo! The good ol' doc dinged 50 last night! Well done, mate!

What's the ruling? Is anyone even remotely interested in what goes on with GG people elsewhere? Last night after one ghost hunt our bunch was recalled to base to marvel at a successful escape attempt and that was basically that. No going to GG to talk about it as it would have made zero sense.

Do people want to know what happens elseplace to get a better background on the talks at GG, or is this thread a GG location specific thingy?

Personally I'd be interested to hear what others are doing regardless of where it took place.

And good call, Inny. The old thread was a behemoth of a text chunk and really loaded for a long time.

What Silver_Weasel said has a lot of sense. Events shape the characters.

Another angle is to consider how much has happened on-screen (harder to retcon) and how much has been only referred to (easier to retcon).

If your character had a fight with someone and ten people saw it and have been giving the opponent a hard time the past few months it's rather hard (I'd class it closer to impossible) to say it never happened or that it happened to with someone else. Hmm, of course the opponent may have been a changling or whatever.

Then again if your character has been complaining of having nightmares you can rather easily explain away that there never were any nightmares. They are unverifiable. Your character may have been lying about them. If you want to strike out any reference to nightmares ever you're left with the same sort of situation as with the fight example above. Still, your character may have been under the mental influence of someone who made her lie in the first olace, so it's not totally impossible.

The more you have to touch on-screen events the more clever explanations are needed, or a lot of suspension of disbelief.

My suggestion would also be to start building the character up from a scratch (chronologically) and see where that takes you.

(This was originally posted on Roleplaying forum as a part of an RP thingy. I'll post it now here with the hope of maybe getting feedback and to be honest it belongs to here more. This story preceeds Touch the Sky and Fragrance of Madness.)

A for Android: Pantheon of Beauty

”I have never worshipped anyone before.”, said Coile aloud.

He was sitting by the living room table legs bent underneath. On the table in front of him was a statue made of plastic. It was a second-hand tourist trinket that he had chanced upon while passing by a flea market earlier. On its left side a slender white candle was burning. On the right site was a sandwich on a plate and behind the plate the tv-guide.

Coile cleared his throat. This felt awkward, talking aloud and alone. He looked at the statue and tried to just think what he wanted to say but immediately his focus started drifting. He glanced at the closed bedroom door wary of making any noises. Even if he wasn’t engaged in any morally forbidden activity getting caught in this situation filled him with dread. They had fought enough cultists for him not to be at ease with his present activity.

Then again, Sword had so far been a tight sleeper. Or at the very least he wasn’t aware of waking her up with any background noise save for those few nights after being assaulted by Azure Sting that he had spent wandering around, crying some of the time. If he kept his voice low and steady there shouldn’t be anything that might alarm his living companion. He began anew.

”I have never worshipped anyone before. I have never believed in any god before. Not really. We weren’t brought up to think like that. All the gods or the one God were just tales. Things to study. Not that I studied gods, mind you.” Coile kept a pause and stared at the statue. It had no resemblance whatsoever to the woman he had met.

”You came to me when I was feeling down and lost high up on that skyscraper. In a distant way you took interest, soothed me. Then you accompanied me in search for my sister who had gone missing and helped to get her to safety. That’s when I started believing in you. You were the goddess Nut. You felt like one. You were real to me.” Gently Coile brushed the side of the statue with his finger.

”I have seen incredible things. I have met powerful beings who claim to have a divine origin. Architects of our reality. They are all fakes. Impostors. Beings of power who have no credentials by themselves, who only seek to add to their fictional fame and prestige. The feeling they leave is stale and repugnant. I don’t care what they are. They are not gods.” He bowed his head in front of the statue.

”You have the air and the feel. You are ancient. You are of different breed. To you humans are still mortals, fleeting things that pass you by. You look at us from above because you are superior to us. And yet you don’t feel contempt or even pity. You seek to comfort, help and aid wherever you can. That is the way of god. You don’t demand our respect and gratitude, you earn it.” He looked up again, a thin film of wetness blurring his vision for a moment.

”You asked if what I felt was worship, or friendship. I don’t think there is a difference. People of the old feared your kind. You were incomprehensible to them. Beings they had no chance at all to understand logically or even ideologically. You were so far beyond their scope of experience that they had no option but to cower and plead for mercy in exchange for their worship. You said it yourself that those days are now gone. I-”, Coile stayed quiet for a moment, ”I think you are mistaken.”

”Look around you. There are superpowered beings all around you. Thousands upon thousands. Some of them godlike to people who lack these abilities. Some more powerful than you or your brethren. People are accustomed of beings giving flight or striking thunder. You are no longer feared. But that is not the root of worship. It’s gratitude for the good that you do. That still stands. Those people you gave rain to. That man with broken leg on the mountainside that you gave comfort to. They worship you. They may hold no altars or sacrifices but still they have the gratefulness inside.” Looking at the statue and the assorted things scattered on the table he almost made a face but instead just went on.

”Nut, sky goddess, sister and lover of Geb, daughter of Shu and Tefnut, mother of Osiris, Seth, Isis and Nephthys. I don’t fear you but I worship you. I see you as a friend to me. And I am in your service. You can be at many places at one time. I don’t see you here. I still believe that you can hear me, in one sense or another. I have lit a candle for you, and prepared a sandwich. I am not sure why but I feel it is enough, and appropriate. They are my sacrifice to you.” Then he fell silent bowing his head again. He remained still for many minutes until he finally smiled.

”I was wrong. I said I have never worshipped anyone before. I was wrong. I serve two goddesses. The goddess of the sky, and the goddess of the truth. You said there are laws forbidding the relations between gods and mortals. I accept that and don’t crave you. But the other goddess I love.” Now he turned his stance towards the closed bedroom door but kept his words directed at the statue on the table.

”She is no god as you are. She is in fact a mortal woman. But to me she is a goddess of immense gracefulness. She is the vessel for Truth, her avenging Sword striking at injustice.” His head remained unbowed, gaze steady and voice level. ”She is Nadia Forester, the Sword of Truth. I serve her. I love her. And in this mad world maybe one day she will love me.”

Then Coile turned to the candle and blew it out. He gathered the candle, the statue and the sandwich from the table. The sandwich he placed on the windowsill for birds to eat. They would soar high, high to the sky and deliver the sacrifice. The candle and the statue he placed into a drawer in his small room. He smiled faintly as he pushed the drawer shut. ”You two are my pantheon.”

Must... get... insulin... shot..!

There'd be cherubs singing if they weren't blasted cherubs themselves. Why can't those teens have a normal relationship like... Hmm. Better idea. Why not Inny give a few pointers to Coile about how to behave?

Don't know about channels but the picture rocks. The Dark Pyranha on her way to tell Sexy, er, I mean Jester what happens when you push a nice girl too far. Look out mate, she's hot on your tail!

What makes the pic is the plain expression on her face. I'd love to see a version with an evil smile but tbh this pic is more scary.

Now, there should be a nice drawing of a pair flying high in the works...

A for Android: Fragrance of Madness

There is a faint and familiar scent in the air. I open my eyes in the dark. I know the scent. It is her, her natural musk after a patrol. I sit up in the bed and listen. There are no sounds. I get up and walk to the closed guest room door pulling the trousers on. I open the door. The apartment is silent, there is no one there. Still I can smell her. Sharp, deep pain pierces my chest.

I don’t put on lights. There are no curtains and the windows let in enough illumination. Her absence slaps me in the face. It always does in the nighttime. In daylight with people around I manage. I can put on a brave face. I tell them that I accept the situation. They believe me, or pretend to. At night I’m alone. Without her. From somewhere comes the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She liked coffee.

I sit on the sofa and caress the ring on my finger. Ring of fond memories. A leprechaun gave it to me. The pain remains the same but instead of the arguments and grief I see the good times. Smiles and laughs. Tenderness. Caring. That is its magick. It offers comfort in the form of soothing memories. All the same I can’t stop the tears.

I close my eyes and see her. There she is, on the phone talking to her parents. I can not make out the words but she sounds happy. There's a whiff of my aftershave on her. She has touched my bottle in the bathroom to move it out of the way. I think she hears me coming as she lowers her voice. Her smile stays. It’s her father she is talking to. I can tell from the way she stands leaning with one hand on the desk. She called her parents every day.

I visited her parents the day after I returned from central Asia. Where she did not return from.Their house is orderly, each item in its exact spot. There is bisquits and tea. Their sad, non-blaming eyes as I crush their world. A dog nuzzles my leg and smells of freshly cut grass. Henri takes it out for a walk. Selma gives me a photo of her little girl. In it Nadia is reading a newspaper and looks up over her dark glasses. I see her eyes. They are beautiful. I get up and walk to the kitchen sink.

I remember all the times she looked elsewhere while correcting her glasses or replacing the visor. To not look foolish. She thought no one would take her seriously. I would have. She was my goddess and I accepted her as she was, just as she accepted me. We worked well together on every level. I don't believe in soulmates. She was mine. I force a glass of water down despite the strangling feel on my throat.

The memories hammer at me. I walk to her bedroom door but don't enter. They are good memories but they still possess the capacity to overwhelm. I set my hand on the door handle but again I do not open it. I see her everywhere in my mind. The sun on her skin at the beach. Concerned frown in Atlas Park when we talked for the first time. Frozen breath from her mouth on the slopes on Khan Tengri. The tears when she told how her brother died. I can’t breath.

I walk to the living room window and pull it open. The cool air washes over me but I still feel like bursting apart. Effortlessly I hop on the windowsill and jump. I plunge down like a lifeless bird. As the ground rushes towards me I wonder how close I could get and still be able to pull up before the impact. A meter? Two? What if I fail? Three floors to go and I cancel the gravity for me. It is not in me to take such risks. I soar higher. The nightair from the bay smells of salt and seaweed.

I have thought of following her, joining her. I am not going to. There is no mindspace where her essence is stored. There is no domain of the dead that any man could breach. When we die there's no higher plane. We just cease, blink out of existence. If I die I will win nothing, only lose.

People say she is not dead as long as I remember her. I know they mean well but they could hardly be more cruel. They bestow it upon me to remember her, saying that if I forget her she is dead. If I ever forget her I will kill her. She of course is dead already. All I can do is honour the way that she lived by. She is gone and nothing will bring her back.

I remember Nadia after we failed to protect our target and an aged hero died. How she reeked of disappointment. She could have blamed it on me but she did not. The intensity of the memories grows. I feel her touch on my brow as she looks at me tenderly and tells me to always fly higher. We are both happy. Earlier in life I try to kiss her after she has asked me to spend a few days thinking. She forgives me the attempt. Weeks later I hold her in an embrace when she cries for the only time that I have seen. I curl up in mid-air. How can a void hurt so much? How can an empty heart weigth this much? I shatter and splinter.

My defenses that I usually manage to keep during the day fall. The personal hell that is kept under check breaks loose. I see fingers reaching at me. I feel cold. Dead. The fingers are about to kill me. Blindly I plummet towards the window and apartment. I’m trembling, in fact shaking violently. I only scrape myself a little on window frame before coliding with the wall. For the first time I see it. How it happened.

Azure Sting crouched on the grass in Atlas Park scattered relics near her. Somehow she slipped from my flight field. I land next to her and offer a hand. She slips her right hand from the glove and reaches towards me with her left. I pull her closer and she smiles. Fingers reach towards my face. My mind flares up with searing agony. Convulsing on the apartment floor I feel her ripping up all the memories that I buried. Failures. Shame. Secrets. I wish Nadia was here, touching me, setting things right. How can I do this without her? I can't.

I live through it all again in chronologically displaced fragments. Kitia leaving me for treating her so coldly. The feeling of betrayal when she begins her relationship with my sister. Dad's high expectations and me not living up to them. Emmily taunting me and calling me impotent. The shame of just watching the Rikti kill that man from the shadows. I'm twelve and I kill a squirrel for no reason at all. I make bad choices and destroy what I had with Nadia. Sour realisation in the afterglow as Katya starts talking about her fees. I see a twisted body flung through the air into the lake. Blissfully my mind shuts down into oblivion.

When I come to it is dark. Only the windows let in illumination. I crouch on the floor in a fetal position and listen. I hear nothing. There is a faint scent in the air. It is her. I know it. Fresh from the shower. I keep my eyes closed just a while more. If I do not open them I do not have to face her being gone.

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Try and get one of your characters there in advance...

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If it's bad enough even that won't help. When I had to settle for a laptop with 256MB memmory I brought Coile to GG during the day using another comp but in the evening any attempt to load the zone was woefully cruched. Good luck still, it might work.

Do I have to roll my first villain sometime soon? Zarquon dammit!

Thanks!

I also looked into mountaineering, altitudes for camps on Khan Tengri, likely weather conditions, description of the peak, physiological changes in a human body due to acclimation... I figured actual facts would create a better story than some pre-exiting misconceptions that I had.

Still I had to cut corners a bit like make the ascent last less than a week starting from sea level. And I have no real idea what happens to ears at twelve kilometers without pressure protection but I can imagine it's not something nice. Those I explain away with artistic license and the characters being superheroes after all.

It was interesting how "Pantheon of Beauty" sparked a divine task to get a flower and that in turn took our characters to a week long trek to the other side of the world. Some of it we played, some I just wrote up. And one little side thread started to snowball resulting in loss of Sword of Truth (Nadia).

So thanks mate for providing an interesting setting to explore! The flower by the way is in Steel Canyon, university park.

And Rose, thanks for the kind words. Appreciated.

...why do people think that Requiem is now in trouble? In the on-going plot he's trying to destroy the multiverse. Wouldn't that alone be reason enough to take him down a peg or two?

TO: Silent Tempest, Fletched Alliance

Greetings.

Last night the Silent Tempest formally accepted the discussed coalition between our two groups. We propose to meet tonight at Pocket D to finalize the pact.

As a result your members will be granted access to our base and there will be a common communications channel for instant use. Use it to call for assistance should it be needed.

Subaiku already discussed a sparring match for our crews. That could take place tomorrow night. Arena, Galaxy City. May the best fighter prevail and sky goddess smile on the rest of them!

It is likely that on Thursday Tempest will be hitting a few targets. Fletched members are welcome to join. We can discuss this more tonight or tomorrow.

Fly safe, all. Sky goddess watch your trail.

(( I give my full support for continuing the plot, if feasible and fun for the GM. It's been a terrific blast so far. Hats full of kudos!

Bring it on, R-guy. You'll get yours! ))

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Would be nice to hear from nominated people what they themselves think of being nominated, or doing the job.


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From my original post:

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Once all nominations are in, we will contact each via PM or game email and ask if they'd be interested


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I stand corrected / reminded and blame it on three days of hard rocking. My concern was already catered to.

Would be nice to hear from nominated people what they themselves think of being nominated, or doing the job.

The reason I'm asking for this is that I've burned myself out in a few occasions while doing a voluntary job that lost the fun but kept the work. It's easy to go on for a long time telling to oneself that the job needs doing and the responsibility should be fulfilled. Do the nominated people want the job?

All's fine if you do, but if you have doubts, be sure to voice them. No one else knows what you people think. If a job takes more than it gives, it's not worth doing. It'll eat your fun away.

And it makes other people feel better about pestering you later if they know that you've after consideration volunteered.

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Now, if I want to sound harsh, I could answer RM's question of
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Who died and made you god?

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<ul type="square">[*]No one, I already was.[*]GGOOC is the creative product of several people. The current MODs are part of that group, and there for have 'ownership rights'[*]If you don't like it, bugger off[/list]But since I'm not fond of sounding hars, I'll say this instead:
<ul type="square">[*]GGOOC is for and especially by the people. Let the MODs reflect that.[/list]
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This is put rather bluntly, but truthfully. I think there is a chance that people confuse two things:

- GG. That's a freeform RP meeting spot / time / system / place that no one owns. It's what people make of it. No one is in charge.

- GGOOC. That's a chat channel created, moderated and operated by a select few. They (in this case ShadowGhost) created it and they do set the rules. Any rule, for any reason. It is a service that is provided for others. As regular channel users the rest of us can express our opinions but we hold no power whatsoever. And neither will we, unless the channel is set to public domain or mods otherwise allow people to have a role in governing the channel. Which is now taking place. GGOOC is not a democratic thing and the mods don't have to use nominations or some such. In that regard it is like it or sod off. Anyone who doesn't like the current system is free to set up a new channel for the same purpose and with different rules, if they like. I'm not saying that anyone should, just that that is the only way to affect the things as they are now. Personally I'm fine with GGOOC. It doesn't matter to me much who's moderating it. For me the current system works. Someone did the work, someone calls the shots. I'm along for the ride.

To summarize: GG is public domain and owned by none. The same does not apply to GGOOC. They are two very separate things.

Just start sending those samples out to mags like I've told you to, Dove. I know someone out there's looking to hire you. Your work certainly qualifies.

The Inago pic is a glimpse of the future. It's not the carrot top runt that we know, just look at those shoulders! He's a damn hunk! That Inago is a grown man who hopefully doesn't steal other guys' swimming trunks anymore. At least not when they are wearing them!

Inny &amp; Jesty pic says "sensitive". I like it a lot. I know I've teased about the obvious interpretation but I wouldn't be me if I hadn't. If one is willing to look past the initial image it shows how Jester feels safe to Inago, like a father figure should. One of your better works, Dove. Now, get the Inny &amp; Pyr angel pic finished and post it!

(( An idea that I had but in the end didn't carry out myself - we can take pretty much any Council mission stating that they are suspected Requiem men and then trash their place in search for information. Any data recovered would be delivered to Doctor Temporis for further analysis.

That way we could have something to do and it could have a meaning as Doc can say that info from this and that mission revealed *this* and then we blast onto the next arc mission.

We obviously can't say that we located crucial pieces of information but we can locate pieces that can later be made important.

I hope this plot picks up in the end. It's been real fun and very well run whole. Something like this allows small time punks like Coile to participate in something grand. Saving the multiverse.

I would like to take this opportunity to give thumbs up for this plot so far. ))

(( IC for Silent Tempest members only. ))

There will be a Silent Tempest meeting next Monday around 8 pm. If there are issues with base access still we will convene elsewhere.

Everyone is requested to reply to this message and say if they will be attending or not. This includes also students.

Meanwhile, find facts. Saturn Corporation, Fletched Alliance and whatever you might gain from Crown. We will pool the knowledge in the meeting. Expect it to take a while.

I want some information presented in the meeting.

- Skorpanok. We have had him as our guest in the containment field for weeks. How long is this intended to go on? Are there any plans for him? Subaiku, this is for you. Consult Steel Guard and others as needed.

- Kitia. I want a detailed explanation why we shouldn't launch an extensive search for her. Kitialia, this falls on you.

- Rakila's training. Subaiku has been teaching Rakila some combat moves. I'd like to hear a future plan for this. Also, what is the extent of her duties currently in the base? Steel Guard and Subaiku, make a presentation.

- Phaine. I will try to find out more details on her current situation before the meeting.

- ND-4. Mom, if you're receiving, just acknowledge.

- The Rikti. Xan, prepare to tell us in concise form about the current Rikti situation.

- Requiem. I have been unable to get updates from Doctor Temporis. I'll see if I can reach him.

- Coalition with Fletched Alliance. This seems to be all but a done deal. Unless there are problems presented in the meeting we will formalize the union right after our meeting. We also need to settle times for meeting them both to socialize and to practice to combat together. I suggest we meet them over drinks on Tuesday and get a sparring session for Wednesday. Check your schedules.

Other matters and annoucements.

- Absences. I want anyone going about their business for more than three days to announce it to the rest of the team. If there is no notice we will presume trouble and launch a search.

- Assigments. There'll research assigments and others given in the meeting. They will be delivered at a later time for those not present. I expect each assigment completed within the week and report filed by the next meeting the latest.

- Meetings. Meetings will be a weekly feature. On Mondays unless otherwise stated. We should also look into a weekly combat training, with or without our new allies.

(( Can access, no probs. Tho it'd make sense to have all the info in one place, namely here, and maybe collected and provided by one person. Gather the infos now and then decide what exactly are you prepared to release IC.

Also, don't miss out on a nice chance to display your team here and maybe attract new members. People are lazy clicking links. ))