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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 19, 2006 15:38:20 GMT -5
The other teams of the Dark Tournament may be worthwhile NPCs to acquire as contacts, friends, what not. The teams were:
*The 51st
*Enryukai (where Krane was recruited from)
*Hanzanken
*Clownrounders
*Naferi
*Frontrunners
*Nihil
*Temple
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 9, 2007 0:25:26 GMT -5
What do we know about Naferi?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 13, 2007 3:42:41 GMT -5
They got obliterated in the first round by Paradigm.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 13, 2007 20:23:47 GMT -5
No living members? :/ Because I can take 'obliterated' in the sense that they got totally destroyed, or were just eliminated from the tounament. How about Temple or Nihil?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 19, 2007 22:09:26 GMT -5
They're alive. Everyone came back from the Dark Tournament either alive or eventually revived. However, since they were the first team devastated by Paradigm, they were drained by the All-Monster and used as spirituo-physical proxies to allow it to escape. Nihil left the Dark Tournament for a sort of nihilist "soul searching" after being defeated by Temple. Temple, meanwhile, was defeated by Paradigm in the semi-finals.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 19, 2007 23:45:19 GMT -5
Do we have phone numbers for any of these teams? Any contact information?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 23, 2007 0:10:58 GMT -5
Oddly enough, Naferi yes. Temple as well. Not Nihil.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 23, 2007 0:20:30 GMT -5
Alright, Mace will call the leader for Naferi first. If they don't answer, he'll just go down the list and move on to Temple if there's no answer from Naferi.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 24, 2007 1:39:11 GMT -5
Thing you need to understand about Dark Tournament teams: Most of them only came together for the fight or have some kind of "day jobs". Temple were all religious fighters of various denominations. Naferi was the bottom seeded team (which is why they hit Paradigm, ranked #1 - CH was #2) because they were the model of the bad, unprofessional Dark Tournament team: Demons, tough guys, idiots. After being humiliated then traumatized, they sort of... broke up. Thing is, most of them are still going through rehabilitation to recover from what they did. They're at the UEG Federal hospital in Africa.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Feb 24, 2007 17:15:18 GMT -5
Hmm, alright. What kind of religion is Temple's team about? Laura will go to the UEG hospital to talk with them and to offer the idea of possibly training them. People like that have some pride they want to rekindle, something to prove. They may be of value.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 18, 2007 14:38:16 GMT -5
They're an assortment of various religions, but it was a somewhat smaller team, with only five members.
The UEG hospital is in the midst of a beautiful field. There is a road linking it to a major city, but it's clearly intended primarily for space, air and teleportation access.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 18, 2007 20:35:38 GMT -5
Laura heads into the building and goes to the check-in counter. "Excuse me," she says, smiling politely. "My name is Laura Kemilton and I'm with Crashing Heavens. I would like to speak with the patients here who participated in the Dark Tournament."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 19, 2007 4:23:12 GMT -5
The check-in counter is not a nice little place. Guards in full exoskeleton and UEG regalia are watching her the whole time, and the counter itself is behind glass that can take even a full on Forbidden without flinching. "Crashing Heavens, huh? Sit down over there." The woman points to a cushy waiting area, beautiful tropical plant and fountain around a number of red plushy seats, with guards sitting around it.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 19, 2007 12:53:03 GMT -5
Laura thanks her and sits over in the designated area, inspecting the guards. She worked out in her head which one seemed the biggest threat, judging by height, weaponry, mannerisms, and species. She didn't bring many weapons, only her basic defense gear: Built-in rockets, mines, grenades, and rotary machine-guns. The only obvious weapon was her Dirty Harry concealed her jacket that went down to her hips. She really wishes she had brought her Goober Cannon and a book to read.
At the thought of something to read, she accesses the local net and looks up the NHL stats for the season and surfing tides on Hael.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 19, 2007 13:20:37 GMT -5
There are plenty of magazines in the waiting area; they're not barbarians. And the magazines don't suck!
She gets such stats. Seems like a certain hockey player, Sana al-Muammar, is taking the Buffalo Sabres to the championship...
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 19, 2007 16:11:05 GMT -5
She's not the type for magazines is all. Just the reading structure of a magazine makes her feel like an air-headed blonde. She waits patiently, wondering if the CH should start a sports team of its own. She knows some would love some of the more brutal sports of the universe. Win some money on the side...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 19, 2007 18:47:14 GMT -5
...The magazines here include treatises on stellar dynamics. Scientific American has come a long way  . OOG: ...Sports is actually one of the threads. The woman at the desk finally says, "You have limited clearance. Which team did you want to see?" |
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 19, 2007 19:59:09 GMT -5
"Naferi," she responses. She stands up and heads to the counter. "What's 'limited' clearance here?"
(Yes, but I'm not talking about the track and field one, I'm talking about a Blood Bowl team or basketball.)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 19, 2007 21:07:05 GMT -5
"We'll let you talk to them, but you'll be kept under surveillance and if they go into some sort of medical crisis."
OOG: It can be ANY SPORTS.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 21, 2007 0:41:00 GMT -5
(Ah, okay)
Laura nods. "Lead the way then." She figures that she needs to line up talking with the leader first. "I do not know if you know this, but, who was the leader of Team Naferi?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 21, 2007 1:10:49 GMT -5
"I don't know, ma'am. I'm more of a Food Network gal myself." She calls, "Security - escort at front desk, please." Three armed guards appear around Laura in a proverbial blinding flash, but Laura knows that if she was of the mind to she could have hit all three the moment they were corporeal.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 21, 2007 13:31:01 GMT -5
Laura looks at each, doing as she did before and judging strengths, weaknesses, and necessary risks. She lets them lead her and wonders how this will go.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 21, 2007 14:32:37 GMT -5
OOG: Did before when?
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 21, 2007 18:28:20 GMT -5
When she was asked to sit. She started working out the order in which she'd strike, who looked the toughest, judging by species, weaponry, any energy readings she gets from her sensors, and so on.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 22, 2007 5:48:58 GMT -5
Ah, yes. They're all roughly equal in combat capabilities, no differences worth noting.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Apr 22, 2007 18:19:17 GMT -5
Alright she'll just let them guide her to the patients then.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 23, 2007 0:22:29 GMT -5
The three enter an elevator, passing the large squarish registrations and records area in the center. She sees offices set radially around the edge of the first floor. Now the indexes arrive, finally with a "Long-Term Rehabilitation Unit" that takes up an entire floor. The elevator is open before the three arrive, a very strange phenomenon indeed, but something Laura's used to being an Earth denizen. The elevator moves completely smoothly, only a slight hum that Laura knows is completely artificial, simply designed to make the human mind feel like something is operating.
The doors open. Bed after bed, separated by privacy curtains that are paper-thin yet completely opaque, granting enough room for all the appropriate medical equipment, stretches in front of her.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Aug 18, 2007 3:35:09 GMT -5
Laura steps out of the elevator and brings up a file with all the names and general descriptions of the fighters that she has for Naferi. She'll walk the straightest route possible and look back and forth at the patients, using her enhanced eyesight to read status sheets for names.
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