talonNES: MES/NES III

OOC: :lol: at the last question at Sancha and Antonio. Also, damn you for actually making me detail my timeline :p

IC: To the Captain, I say, "I come from a timeline where the Kingdom of Abbianti, which is your Rome, still rules. It has been 2057 years Ab Urbē Conditiā, or From the Founding of the City, which is what our calendar is based upon. We rule from the islands of Brittania to the coast of Canaan, and much of the land in between. I am-was-the Commodore of the First Batallion, which is responsible for land gains in Africa and Europe, and has helped defend from many invaders. We are a highly advanced civilization both militarily (indicate armor and gun) as well as in terms of general advancement (indicate datapad). Unfortunately, I took an artillery shell to the knee, and next thing I knew, I woke up in the Hub-the central place for the Multiverse Expeditionary Fleet-in perfect health with all of my stuff on me. Long story short, I had sold my soul to Pluto in return for a second life a while ago, and he gave my soul to the guy in charge of the MEF. So now I'm captain of this ship. Not bad for a second life."
"Our main goal is to help aid the good guys in any timeline we end up in. We ended up here, so we're here to help you. Also, apparently the supply of alcohol is low at the Hub, so I've seen a business opportunity to start buying alcohol in other timelines and bring it back to the Hub for profit."
"As for your last question, if it wasn't true, how could I have ended up here? My existence and my armor are testaments to the fact that I'm not from around here, and definitely came from another dimension. That, or we're aliens. And you have to take my word on the fact that we're not aliens."
 
Donald stretches and says to the soldiers "Arm gannar gareh tar thar carkpart, ar slarp battear thar." Then Donald walks to the cockpit and has a nap, but before he does that he gets the computer to promise to wake him up if unauthorised personell try and get into the ship.
 
Antonio gives a shout to get everybody to shut up, and as soon as everyone stops talking at the same time, I begin to answer.
- I come from a timeline where Spain is the most powerful nation in the world.
- My ship can travel between alternate universes, don't know the exact workings.
- I dress this way because it protects me from harm.
- We are here because we want to check if there are any problems that we may fix and to get alcohol for our boss.
- Take it up with our pilot, I was asleep when he landed our ship here.
 
No doubt they will continue to ask questions. 5 bonus points for whoever knows where the first line is from. :p

My universal response:

We are aliens from the planet Vulcan. He *points at Antonio* is known as Darth Dictador Supremo. For those of you illiterates, that is Evil Emperor Zurg Lord Supreme Dictator. He likes cats, ponies, and rainbows. That ship brought us here through time and space in a very woosh-y-looking fireworks. Why are we dressed like this? It gives us power to destroy the feeble minds of those that pester us with useless questions. Like why the sky is purple, for example. We're here to track down an expert assassin. Goes by the name of "Beer". I don't suppose you've heard of him? Why would we land on a dog? Well, that dog was secretly the avatar of Dr. Gandhi III, who still owes me five bucks. Any questions?
 
Antonio turns to Sandra. "My lady, I am trying to make this in the fastest and less idiotic way possible. I know that you have one, so, please, engage your brain before speaking. We might be able to get our mission done if you do so.
 
OOC: No offense meant here, just so you know. It's all IC, not OOC.

The response:

*sigh*

"Fine, fine. We'll do it your way. What do you suggest though, I seriously doubt any of these people happen to have any actually useful information. ""
 
Nintz said:
OOC: No offense meant here, just so you know. It's all IC, not OOC.

The response:

*sigh*

"Fine, fine. We'll do it your way. What do you suggest though, I seriously doubt any of these people happen to have any actually useful information. ""
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"Well, those soldiers have pointed us in the direction of the nearest bar, so we might as well go in that direction. Besides, if we go to that bar, we can put the owner in contact with Ian and get us a good bonus."
 
"Fair enough. I suppose I'll let you handle the talking for now. You are far more eloquent than I. Still...something about this isn't right. I get the sense that someone is watching us. Could just be me of course, I am rather..."paranoid" by most of your standards."
 
"Well, in that case we will have to keep our eyes open. Better safe than sorry. I can do most of the talking and you do most of the watching. Is that alright?"

OOC: how pretty is Sancha? 'Cause Antonio might be reckless enough to flirt with her...
 
Naturally? Fairly pretty, though very rough and disheveled from the ... complicated timeline backstory.

"Fine by me. We'd better get going though, don't you think?"
 
Six crowd members - Man Suddenly Without Dog and his friends, it seems - decide to take up the issue of the dog with the ship's pilot. They stride towards the ship. The others interrupt and continue to badger Rodriguez and Gámez with the same questions, tacking on "Do you expect us to believe that timeline stuff?"
 
Scan crowd for discrepancies. Those towards the back, not asking questions, trying to blend in, etc. If there are any of said individuals, watch them closely to see what happens. Leave the talking to Antonio this time.
 
Speaking of which, my character is really handsome, but so quiet people rarely notice him.

Orders: Follow whatever's Emilio does.
 
"To be honest, we don't care much about whether you believe us or not. What I am wondering is why you don't believe us, when there is so much proof of the fact that it is true. Now, please, if you would let us through, we can do what we came for as fast as possible and return to our timeline."

Antonio starts pushing through people, firmly but politely, while pulling carefully from Sandra so that she follows him. He also notices that she is quite pretty, and the disheveled and rough look fits her quite well.
 
EDIT: Currently being revised.

Antonio and Sancha make their way about eight blocks down the road, followed by a bout a dozen members of the crowd with nothing better to do, finally entering a pub named "The Frog and Nightgown". It's mostly deserted, annd the barman greets you immediately.

As Man Suddenly Without Dog et al. enter the ship, all manner of alarms and klaxons go off. Badr/Basim, seemingly imune to external stimuli, does nothing. Donald, however, is shocked out of his nap.

OOC: Sorry it took so long. The deadline is, regrettably, extended somewhat for the next few updates. I should have a map up on Saturday for NinjaCow64 and Popcornlord to properly react; everyone else may go ahead now.
 
Ummmmm, what about this?

SamSniped said:
OOC: :lol: at the last question at Sancha and Antonio. Also, damn you for actually making me detail my timeline :p

IC: To the Captain, I say, "I come from a timeline where the Kingdom of Abbianti, which is your Rome, still rules. It has been 2057 years Ab Urbē Conditiā, or From the Founding of the City, which is what our calendar is based upon. We rule from the islands of Brittania to the coast of Canaan, and much of the land in between. I am-was-the Commodore of the First Batallion, which is responsible for land gains in Africa and Europe, and has helped defend from many invaders. We are a highly advanced civilization both militarily (indicate armor and gun) as well as in terms of general advancement (indicate datapad). Unfortunately, I took an artillery shell to the knee, and next thing I knew, I woke up in the Hub-the central place for the Multiverse Expeditionary Fleet-in perfect health with all of my stuff on me. Long story short, I had sold my soul to Pluto in return for a second life a while ago, and he gave my soul to the guy in charge of the MEF. So now I'm captain of this ship. Not bad for a second life."
"Our main goal is to help aid the good guys in any timeline we end up in. We ended up here, so we're here to help you. Also, apparently the supply of alcohol is low at the Hub, so I've seen a business opportunity to start buying alcohol in other timelines and bring it back to the Hub for profit."
"As for your last question, if it wasn't true, how could I have ended up here? My existence and my armor are testaments to the fact that I'm not from around here, and definitely came from another dimension. That, or we're aliens. And you have to take my word on the fact that we're not aliens."
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Donald starts launching the ship slightly off the ground, while keeping the ramp open, and turns the ship sideways, causing the Man Without a Dog et al. to fall out of the ship. He also activates any and all internal security measures that the ship has.
 
Hey, it's still Saturday in Vancouver. The floorplan:

MES_Floorplan.png


NinjaCow64, this means that to tilt the ship such that the boarders fall out, you'd have to point the ship straight down. If you still to so, you may assume that five or the six were not still in front of the door when you tilted it, and the sixth has fallen out to his death.

Barman: "You want it, we've got it. What'll it be?"
 
Okay then, point the ship straight down. And lock the door to the pilot's room.
 
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