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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: coldness

Nope, sorry, not in this game. If you want protection against the cold, bulky layering is the answer.

Realistically, bulky layering would be the answer anyway, I fear. this isn't 30 degree weather. This is -30 degree weather.

Posted on 2007-10-09 at 19:09:55.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: additional firepower

May 8th, 2025
WhiteHorse Military Base, Antarctica - 1236

Major Carrolton looks none too pleased regarding the news about the scramjet, but waves away any mention of assitance. "I'll let the tech goobers Stateside know about it. Good enough that you made it in one piece."

Monty asked for recent satellite intel, which Carrolton seemed willing enough to give. "Nothing new, as far as movement and such - still no signs of life. Weather looks like it'll hold for a couple of days, at least, once this little storm blows over."

A small smile tugs at the major's mouth. "Oh, and just so you know - Washington decided you needed a couple more guns. They beat you guys here, their flight wasn't as long." He produces two manilla folders, with the labels HART, CPL GABRIEL JAME and PEARSON, PFC DENES. A quick inspection reveals billets of demolitions and grenadier, respectively. "They'll be waiting for you in the barracks. Good luck, rangers."

Arrangements are made for Inga to meet with the CMO onsite, and the team is dismissed for the short break prior to go time.


A Private Chogan is tasked with showing the team to the barracks, and the young man asks a lot of questions. He seems to know the mission's destination, and casually mentions that there are several strange objects stored in the station's hanger that he knows were retrieved from ARF36.

The barracks are about what one would expect - dingy, cold, and drafty... though a great deal more hospitible than the swirling wind and snow outside. Despite the knowledge of what would be encountered, the party finds the drastic climate change from Georgia in the late spring to be nothing short of fantastic - and not in a good way!

As promised, two addiitonal rangers, gear at the ready, snap to attention in the barracks. Truly a study in contrasts, these two - Corporal Hart (the demo specialist) is clearly pushing the small extreme of Army height regs, while Private Pearson (the grenadier) is a bear of a man, well over six feet tall.

"Well, here you are," Chogan states. "Hang out here, or see the sites on the base.... up to you. They'll call as soon as your chopper is ready."

Posted on 2007-10-09 at 16:02:39.
Edited on 2007-10-31 at 20:24:36 by t_catt11

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: firefight

With one assailant taken out, you are down to four visible enemies (counting the two reinforcements).

That you can see... the source of the artillery is still unclear.

Damanil knows that a TDF riot team is a full squad - twelve to sixteen men, and usually a well-trained unit. I do not know if he would share this info, but if Raven is unable to post, assume that he at least warns the party that serious trouble is coming.

Posted on 2007-10-08 at 20:09:39.

Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: continued meyhem

More blaster shots rain in from across the street, but now, the party is ready for the conflict. Caise's lightsaber springs into emerald life as the padawan places himself between the civilians and harm's way, while Ziv, Dime, and Damanil ready weapons of their own and begin returning fire.

Lana and Mercury respond without hesitation to the jedi's command, and rush to the side of the fallen Jeena. Worldlessly, the pair each get a grip under a different arm, and move to drag the grievously wounded woman to safety. The scent of burned flesh hangs heavy in the air, and Jeena is completely limp.

The sniper on the far rooftop takes aim and squeezes his trigger, but reflexes aided by the Force are too quick even for energy bolts; instead of flesh, the deadly bolt finds humming green energy in its path as the bolt is easily deflected into the pavement nearby. Ziv fires wildly, and his own goal is achieved as one of the attackers takes cover. Another assailant cries out in pain as Dime lands a return shot of his own, and the sniper on the roof is forced to duck away from a shower of debris as Damanil's own shot comes very close to removing him from the roof.

Jaal is hysterical, unable to see anything but the bleeding form of Jeena. Numbly, he follow Mercury and Lana, but seems unable to render any sort of help.

Caise feels his senses screaming a warning, and he cries out "Get down!" A moment later, there is an odd humming, an instant before a rocket smashes into the side of the mercantile, knocking a sizeable hole into the permablock wall and filling the air with thick, acrid, black smoke. This time, the group is prepared, and no one loses their footing. However, things begin to look even more bleak - at least two more enemies have opened fire across the street.

Frantically, Ziv scans the street for a speeder to hijack, but the attackers are smart - they have waited for an opening to fire, so as to reduce the amount of available cover. Unfortunately for the party, it also appears that no citizen is foolish enough to drive their vehicle into a live firefight!

The fight continues, with one of the attackers popping his head out just in time to catch a lucky shot by Ziv directly to the face, and Dime himself taking a glancing shot to the leg.

However, the fates have not completely abandoned the party - the garage door opens to reveal the welcome sight of Jaal's ancient SoroSuub 45. As gently as possible, Mercury and Lana pull the still form of Jeena up into the speeder and usher Jaal inside, and momentarily, Mercury finds himself at the controls.

Meanwhile the emergency TDF frequency squaks to life on Damanil's commlink. Disturbance by Brod's Mercantile, comes the report. Active firefight in progress. Multiple fighters on both sides, be advised, one combatant appears to be a jedi. Casualties reported.

A moment later, a reply is made. Roger that, HQ. Riot team Theta-Theta-Two in route to respond. ETA five minutes.

The response by headquarters is chilling. Acknowledged, riot team. Both supressive and lethal force are authorized.

Posted on 2007-10-08 at 20:04:15.
Edited on 2007-10-10 at 13:31:14 by t_catt11

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: continuing...

I will probably go on and post, since Raven is tied up with babiness and may not be able to. I will assume that, like the good soldier he is, Damanil will shoot, shoot, and shoot some more.

Posted on 2007-10-08 at 17:30:59.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: impediments

His mind made up, Arien strode through the shattered hallway with little thought to precaution or concern. Methodically, he made his way ahead without pausing for such trifles as doors or similar physical obstacles.

They burst into a room at the foot of the tower to find a nest of the cursed imperials involved in whatever mischief they were doing. With so much adrenaline already in his system, the knight hardly felt the rush that combat usually brought; instead, he found himself viewing the Greens as another mundane obstacle akin to the rotting doors of this place - something to be quickly swatted aside in favor of the real goal ahead.

Carelessness like this could easily cause his death, or the deaths of one of his friends, and even as Char uncharacteristically barked out an order, Arien realzied it, and felt his cheeks burn with shame. Fair enough, the party would risk their lives on this madman's quest, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks and end up dying before the real danger was even faced.

With a quick smile of gratitude to the ranger, Arien fell into formation with the other warriors of the group and raised his blade to attack.

Arien is looking to simply kill, kill, and kill some more. If close enough, he will target the commander first, as is his typical operating proceedure, but if not, he will attempt to work his way to the man, one opponent at a time. He will fight agressively until all enemies are routed/killed unless an ally goes down first, in which case, he will move to a defensive position above said ally until healing can be given to them.

Posted on 2007-10-08 at 13:54:07.
Edited on 2007-10-08 at 13:55:30 by t_catt11

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: absolutely...

We love the torture. Long ago, we decided that CWWLLO = "masochist invitattional".

We all KNOw we're gonna die at some point, it's the when and how that keep us guessing!

Posted on 2007-10-08 at 13:42:51.

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: babies...

I forgot just how far away they can poop. And how often they do it!

Posted on 2007-10-05 at 19:40:08.

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: suwheet

Good to see your post, Tri.

I will give the rest of you the weekend to post, then I'll try to do an update on Monday. Let's keep this baby going, shall we?

Posted on 2007-10-05 at 18:16:48.

Topic: The Voting Game
Subject: wow...

...we're still unranked. Vote, people!

Posted on 2007-10-05 at 15:01:47.

Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: to the sea!

12th Pfier (Fallday), 452 E.R.
Town of Crall's Shoal, western Antaron

The party sets off in search of a captain willing to take the lot of them to the lighthouse via boat. The universal feeling is that the less time spent in the swampy land between here and the lighthouse, the better.

While Barl clearly knows what he is talking about - by the time you reach the docks, they are mostly devoid of vessels - he had no way of knowing that not everyone would be out on the water today. One fishing vessel is moored almost at the center of the row of docks, with two men - one young, one old - scurrying around and over her.

"For the love of the mother, lad, can you not get it right?" the older man bellows. His accent is clearly not local - an observant ear would place his Apanonese with a Corian accent. Despite the harsh tones, he annunciates very clearly, as one might expect to hear from an educated man.

The younger man pulls hard on a rope, and something occurs which seems to please the older one. "That's more like it, then! This day's wasted for sure, but now we'll be ready for the morrow, after all."

He glances down at the party, and gestures, as if to doff a hat. "Hail and well met, mellonea! Captain Jonas Thirsef, at your service." He glances at the younger man. "Tod, finish up while I speak with these people."

Nimbly, he drops to the deck below and approaches the group. "Alas, Shinara has not smiled on us of late - we've been forced to replace a mast on the Arienne. What can I do for you?"

DM's note: assuming you explain your purpose...

Captain Jonas shakes his head. "The lighthouse? Indeed, I could take you there - we'll be ready to set sail within the hour, and I'm sure that we can agree on a reasonable fee. Perhaps this day won't be wasted, after all?" He grins, and the expression causes the lines on his weathered face to deepen even more.

"However," he explains, "as you can see, the Arienne is not large enough to carry your horses, as well - you'll need to board them in town. Truth be told, it might not be such a terrible idea if you plan on coming back from the lighthouse overland... much of that terrain would be difficult on a horse, even during the dry season."

He shrugs his shoulders. "But, it's up to you. You may be able to charter one of the larger boats this evening, but most of the chaps here aren't likely to make you the sort of deal that I will - they stand to make more money fishing than ferrying, if you can understand. I might not be willing myself, but we've lost the morning already."

The captain scratches his chin. "How about three levens per head? I think that would be a fair price."

Posted on 2007-10-04 at 20:31:39.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: patience, grasshopper

Almost time it is.

Posted on 2007-10-04 at 17:08:57.

Topic: The Voting Game
Subject: vote again!

Vote again! The list has reset, and we are unranked!

Posted on 2007-10-04 at 13:28:20.

Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: Photobucket for Olan's baby

Donna set herself up a photobucket, so I'll reduce my spamming of the boards with photos. Instead, you can go to the bucket itself if you wish to see them

Posted on 2007-10-03 at 21:27:05.

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: targets...

Shoulda put this in the game thread itelf, I guess.

If you get up, you'll be able to immediately spot at least three hostiles at various positions - two at angles across the street, one on top of a building across the street. the one on top of the building has a rifle (if Damanil cares to study it, he'll note that it is a NICE military-type distance blaster rifle. Think energy sniper).

Posted on 2007-10-03 at 19:51:31.
Edited on 2007-10-05 at 18:17:24 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: understand...

...I won't wait at this spot forever. If I don't see any posts before long, I'll assume you have no further questions for the Major, and will bump the plot.

Posted on 2007-10-03 at 19:06:27.

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: surprise

You have been taken (almost utterly) by surprise - Caise was the only one who came close to passing a surprise check, and even he failed.

No party member is seriously injured at this point - maybe a bruise or two due to your sudden reintroduction with the ground, but luckily, the concussion charge was not perfectly placed.

Posted on 2007-10-03 at 19:00:10.

Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: meyhem

The party reforms after a bit of shopping and some assorted chitchat - most of it concerning where the future might lead. Caise expresses his desire to reach Pandath, as well as his reasons why, and no one can provide any compelling reason as to why this is not the best course for all. The padawan considers how to go about securing transportation to Taanab's capitol city, then a pair of familiar faces present themselves.

"You guys are still here?" asks a grinning Jaal. His arm rests around Jeena's waist, and she wears a grin of her own. The young man asks a few polite, non intrusive questions about your success here in the city thus far, and relates his own. "Father will be quite pleased," he remarks. "I was able to pick up three of the Daizar Sevens for what we expected to give for two of them, plus a couple of spare condensors to boot!"

Jeena rolls her eyes as he prattles on about ag equipment, but does manage to interject, "See? Your father would do well to follow your lead on this - you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar."

You find yourselves on the street outside with the couple. "Listen," Jaal explains, "I have to get back to the plantation, else we'd give you a ride to Pandath ourselves. But the trans depot is halfway across town from here - we'll give you a ride there."

GM's note: I see no reason for anyone to object, so in the interest of time, I'm pressing forward...

As a group, you walk to the end of the polyblock building, where Jaal pauses in front of a small terminal adjacent to a large cargo door. He inputs a code into the terminal, then stands back to wait. "Sorry, but this particular garage has some ancient servos - Brod is too cheap to upgrade them, so it takes forever for them to retrieve your ride, especially when they stick you on one of the higher levels." You understand that this is an autmoated parking facility - one parks their transportation on the pad, where it is then whisked inside and placed into a holding bin, thus maximizing the available space.

Jeena steps up next to him, whispers something in his ear, and the two share a quick kiss, oblovious to the traffic of the street. Smiling, she turns to Caise and opens her mouth to speak, but pauses in mid motion. Her expression quickly melts into one of confusion.

Suddenly, Caise's senses are on fire. Danger! they scream.

Even as the padawan reazlies what his senses are telling him, Jeena realizes the bright red stain rapidly spreading across her chest. She glances downward, touching the gaping wound that has opened there, looks at her crimson-stained fingertips. Worldlessly, she sags to the ground, the look of surprise never leaving her face.

Shock and terror twist Jaal's expression as he screams her name, and an instant later, there is a discernable *ping* as a chunck of polyblock explodes into shrapnel mere inches to the side of Damanil. Belatedly, you realize that it is apparent that you have come under fire. Before anyone can react, a wall of force knocks every member of the party to the ground as some sort of concussive blast detonates at extremely close range.

Through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the terrified screams of sentients, as well as the whine of blaster fire.

You are attacked!

Posted on 2007-10-03 at 18:54:34.
Edited on 2007-10-03 at 18:57:29 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: said

The coordinate thing was a printed readout, not an audible thing. However, I'm sure it's no secret.

Posted on 2007-10-02 at 18:36:07.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: great reading!

Hehe... we may be playing this scene a bit over the top, but I tell you, it has been great reading, IMO! The sort of tale that Arien would have eaten up as a child.

Live or die, this has been tremendous fun.

Posted on 2007-10-01 at 13:42:25.

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: post or not

..this weekend. I'm posting Monday. Enough of this dragginess in updates!

Posted on 2007-09-28 at 21:05:46.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: danger! danger!

May 8th, 2025
Inside the X-66 Scramjet - 1034

Chief Blake makes her way out of the restraints and to the front of the plane, discovering the pleasant surprise that, despite the X-66's extreme velocity, she is able to move about freely. Well, at least as freely as one can when forced into a semi-crouch due to a low ceiling.

As the team's teachie reaches the control panels at the front of the craft, she is greeted by a friendly display next to the flashing red light.
Warning! Incorrect course detected - inadequate fuel supplies for current chosen path.
Correction required!

Fortunately, she has little difficulty in convincing the onboard computer to allow her to enter a new course. With her blessing/curse of a memory, Charlie immediately recalls the the coordinates of WhiteHorse. Quite a bit tougher is working through the cumbersome navigation interface to make the damned machine actually accept a new route. After several minutes, the alarm silences and the screen changes.
New course accepted. Estimated post-flight fuel reserves are 3%.

The remaining hour and a half of the flight consists of the boredom one would expect.


The X-66 gracefully descends into the inky blackness; through the small cockpit window you can see heavy snow rushing to meet you. You hear the drone of the landing gear descending, and after a few minor adjustments (that alternately pin you to your seat and throw your stomach into your throat), the scramjet lands safely.

As an equally thunderous silence engulfs you, your team removes their respective safety harnesses. Momentarily, the silence is overwhelmed by the roar of wind as the aircraft's hatch is opened. Peering into the fuselage, dressed in a heavy artic coat and goggles, is a nondescript soldier.

"Come with me," he says in a heavy accent. "The Arctic Cat will take us back to base where you can talk to Major Carrolton. He can answer any questions you might have."

The chapped face beneath the goggles grins. "Welcome to WhiteHorse."

As you are led to what is presumably the Artic Cat - a huge cross between a tow truck and a snowmobile - you can see other parka-clad soldiers unloading your gear and hooking up the still-steaming X-66 for towing back to the hanger. The wind is breathtakingly strong, whipping tiny pellets of snow like so many frozen razor blades against your unprotected skin. The flight suits may have helped with the g forces of flight, but they do a poor job of insulating you against the bitter cold, and all of you are shivering lustily in short order.

The drive back takes nearly fifteen minutes as the Artic Cat creeps along the tarmac on creaking treads. Finally, you arrive at a small, dark building with a pair of soldiers stationed at the door. Entering, you meet a large, bearded man with bronze skin and dark hair. the soldier who met you outside introduces you to Major Carrolton.

"So you survived, eh?" he asks. "Well, I’m sure that the government will be happy to know their scramjet can do more than just transport cargo."

Major Carrolton rises to his feet, easily reaching six and a half feet in height. He extends an enormous hand to Lieutenant Kernan and then continues.

"We’re getting a chopper ready to fly you out. We’ll have to wait until the weather breaks, so you’ll be staying with us for a few hours. You can get some rest if you need it. One of my men will show you to some private quarters."

Posted on 2007-09-28 at 18:02:15.
Edited on 2007-10-31 at 20:23:04 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: a quick physics lesson

More than one player has asked me about moving in the scramjet while at mach 6. I'm seeing descriptions of being unable to move, or in having great difficulty in doing so, cropping up in posts.

When thinking about such tremendous speeds, such assumptions do seem logical - but believe it or not, they are incorrect.

During acceleration to mach 6, your body would be under excessive g forces - only the flight suits are keeping you conscious. However, once cruising speed is reached, you would suffer no ill effects.

Think about this: if you sit in a normal sports car and floor the accelerator, you are pushed back against your seat, even while the car itself is only travelling 30-40 miles per hour. When you let off of the gas, and begin driving at a steady speed of, say, 70 miles per hour, you no longer feel the effect of the acceleration.

Consider an airline flight: during takeoff, acceleration pushes you down. Once you level off and reach cruising speed, the captain turns off the fasten seatbelts sign, and you can walk around, even though you are currently flying at several hundred miles per hour.

The same principle applies to the scramjet at mach 6. since your body is also travelling at mach 6, you will be able to move.

Posted on 2007-09-28 at 17:31:12.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: no airman...

FYI, the only personnel on the scramjet is the ranger team. Remember, this is a computer-driven flight.

Posted on 2007-09-27 at 14:13:38.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: "Olan's gonna get us killed.."

LMAO @ Tann's post title! Sorry, guys... a knight's gotta do what a knight's gotta do.

Besides, Al is wanting a charge. He's gonna get it.

Maybe somebody should stay back to write the epitaphs?

Posted on 2007-09-27 at 14:12:02.

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