LotS/The Story/Scaean Gates/Black Skies over Sian - Revision history

Samoan at 02:21, 26 August 2013

2013-08-26T02:21:44Z

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	Surprise overcomes her awkwardness, prompting her to restore eye contact.		Surprise overcomes her awkwardness, prompting her to restore eye contact.
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	"Milady? I don't understand."		"Milady/Milord? I don't understand."
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	"I'll be overseeing the battle from the war room. The bridge is yours."		"I'll be overseeing the battle from the war room. The bridge is yours."
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	"Directing the fleet will take all my attention. I'm sure I can trust you to keep us from being destroyed while I do that."		"Directing the fleet will take all my attention. I'm sure I can trust you to keep us from being destroyed while I do that."
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	"Yes, milady! Of course, milady!"		"Yes, milady/milord! Of course, milady/milord!"
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	This time she settles for a bow of her head. You return the gesture, then make for the door at the back of the bridge.		This time she settles for a bow of her head. You return the gesture, then make for the door at the back of the bridge.
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	The young captain looks up, then salutes with such force that her head rocks backwards from the impact.		The young captain looks up, then salutes with such force that her head rocks backwards from the impact.
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	"Yes, milady?"		"Yes, milady/milord?"
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	"Captain Silea!" Wu Tenchu says. "The proper form of address to an Imperial Jian during a state of combat readiness is 'Lord Commander', regardless of sex!"		"Captain Silea!" Wu Tenchu says. "The proper form of address to an Imperial Jian during a state of combat readiness is 'Lord Commander', regardless of sex!"

Feathin at 07:11, 29 January 2013

2013-01-29T07:11:34Z

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	<font size="3">'''Black Skies over Sian'''</font><br>		<font size="3">'''Black Skies over Sian'''</font><br>
	"Welcome aboard the Illaria, Lady ''[Name]''."		"Welcome aboard the Illaria, Lady/Lord ''[Player Name]''."
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	The young woman's hands make a frantic tug at the hem of her uniform, as though realizing that it might not be quite neat enough for such august company. She tries to salute, bow, and courtesy at the same time -- a flustered confusion of protocol that almost makes her fall over.		The young woman's hands make a frantic tug at the hem of her uniform, as though realizing that it might not be quite neat enough for such august company. She tries to salute, bow, and courtesy at the same time -- a flustered confusion of protocol that almost makes her fall over.

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2012-12-25T22:18:54Z

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	<font size="3">'''Black Skies over Sian'''</font><br>		<font size="3">'''Black Skies over Sian'''</font><br>
	"Welcome aboard the Illaria, Lady ~~Rhapsody~~."		"Welcome aboard the Illaria, Lady ''[Name]''."
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	The young woman's hands make a frantic tug at the hem of her uniform, as though realizing that it might not be quite neat enough for such august company. She tries to salute, bow, and courtesy at the same time -- a flustered confusion of protocol that almost makes her fall over.		The young woman's hands make a frantic tug at the hem of her uniform, as though realizing that it might not be quite neat enough for such august company. She tries to salute, bow, and courtesy at the same time -- a flustered confusion of protocol that almost makes her fall over.

Raptor00 at 12:58, 18 October 2012

2012-10-18T12:58:18Z

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	'''Black Skies over Sian'''		<font size="3">'''Black Skies over Sian'''</font><br>
	~~----~~
	~~'''Intro'''~~
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	"Welcome aboard the Illaria, Lady Rhapsody."		"Welcome aboard the Illaria, Lady Rhapsody."
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	You touch the terminal and the image disappears, swallowed by blackness.		You touch the terminal and the image disappears, swallowed by blackness.
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	~~----~~		<font size="3">'''Astral Warfare'''</font><br>
	'''Astral Warfare'''		[[File:LotS_Quest_z9_a3_q1.jpg\|none\|Astral Warfare]]
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	The Centurians don't want to lose this system. If you ever doubted their determination, the images on the holographic screens would shatter those delusions.		The Centurians don't want to lose this system. If you ever doubted their determination, the images on the holographic screens would shatter those delusions.
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	You try to plot their movements, anticipate the unfolding of the engagement. Talia is almost impossible to predict. So unorthodox, creative and sudden to the point of insanity when she flies. But you can sense the possibilities all the same. A dozen futures, and all of them end in death.		You try to plot their movements, anticipate the unfolding of the engagement. Talia is almost impossible to predict. So unorthodox, creative and sudden to the point of insanity when she flies. But you can sense the possibilities all the same. A dozen futures, and all of them end in death.
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	~~----~~		<font size="3">'''Void Killer Vengeance'''</font><br>
	'''Void Killer Vengeance'''		[[File:LotS_Quest_z9_a3_q2.jpg\|none\|Void Killer Vengeance]]
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	You open channels, bark orders. All the while your gaze follows the whirling, darting argentine ship as it slips between the lasers with impossible, nerve-racking grace -- expecting a blast to strike it at any second.		You open channels, bark orders. All the while your gaze follows the whirling, darting argentine ship as it slips between the lasers with impossible, nerve-racking grace -- expecting a blast to strike it at any second.
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	Glittering streams gush from them, billowing out into great clouds of silver mist. Hundreds upon hundreds of drones, unleashed to destroy.		Glittering streams gush from them, billowing out into great clouds of silver mist. Hundreds upon hundreds of drones, unleashed to destroy.
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	~~----~~		<font size="3">'''A Bigger Fish'''</font><br>
	'''A Bigger Fish'''		[[File:LotS_Quest_z9_a3_q3.jpg\|none\|A Bigger Fish]]
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	It's like a gas, a toxic fog that brings death wherever it drifts. Ships fall into its bulging, amorphous clouds, then disappear in muffled flashes of crimson and yellow.		It's like a gas, a toxic fog that brings death wherever it drifts. Ships fall into its bulging, amorphous clouds, then disappear in muffled flashes of crimson and yellow.
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	To hell with holding back, observing, and directing. It's time to destroy...		To hell with holding back, observing, and directing. It's time to destroy...
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	~~----~~		<font size="3">'''Galactic Reaver'''</font><br>
	'''Galactic Reaver'''		[[File:LotS_Quest_Boss_z9_a3.jpg\|none\|Galactic Reaver]]
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	The Illaria is a beautiful, graceful spacecraft. Her elegant curves and sleek design resemble those of a fighter or a voyager rather than a warship. The gold and sapphire adornments on her hull give her the countenance of a precious treasure, a gleaming jewel.		The Illaria is a beautiful, graceful spacecraft. Her elegant curves and sleek design resemble those of a fighter or a voyager rather than a warship. The gold and sapphire adornments on her hull give her the countenance of a precious treasure, a gleaming jewel.
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	You feel the tremor, undulating beneath the soles of your boots. Then another, that rocks your chair and makes the world shudder around you.		You feel the tremor, undulating beneath the soles of your boots. Then another, that rocks your chair and makes the world shudder around you.
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	A moment later the pale, scarred face of a middle-aged man appears above your primary viewing screen. He's standing at his command station, clenching its sides with fingers even paler than his face.		A moment later the pale, scarred face of a middle-aged man appears above your primary viewing screen. He's standing at his command station, clenching its sides with fingers even paler than his face.
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	You knew he'd accept. He wants to see the woman he's dueling. Good...		You knew he'd accept. He wants to see the woman he's dueling. Good...
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2012-03-14T18:36:42Z

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