~ Chapel Perilous ~

[Malaclypse 666]

To the Discovery Community:

This thread is not a "message dump" per se. There is no "Faction" who will hold these halls exempt from your scrutiny. Oh, you may see messages between characters. You may see role-play dialogues. You may even see the occassional out-of-character comments. But, you are not bound to segregate the information you may glean here. Use it as you see fit to benefit yourself, or to kneecap your neighbor. Your use of its contents does not concern me. You will either understand what you read here (fat chance), or your poor Pineal glands will be ready for the next step. Hail Eris!

Now, let's take that first step into Chapel Perilous, shall we?

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Somewhere in Baffin....

"Wake up, babies, wake up... there.. that's it. I have news."

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"What??! You killed them?? You killed Beau??!"

"Calm down, Merci. The one time GNN gets off their tired asses to actually collect some news, and they catch me with egg on my face. I missed, somehow."

"Then he's alive! Dis, I've got to go find him! He may need me! The ELF..."

"Merci, the ELF are no more. Disbanded. Kaput. No one needs us now. And, besides, our "mad scientist du jour" arrived on the scene in his battle barge, the Ska Ralla, and scooped up everything. There are reports that that meat puppet Mioki was alive, and Beau was critically injured at the time they were tractored in.

"Sophie, check the News Comms. Any updates?"

"Just the original report, Dis. My Goddess.. why would Artifice want those two? And why would you want to kill them in the first place??"

"I was in a red rage, Sophie. Over Mal, over Pops, over the insanity and emotions of these "D.P.'s in general. My "circuits" went out to Merci for being thrown away. I lost it. Plain and simple. I wanted revenge for her.. The signals were all balled up together. My signal to noise ratio is still suffering."

"Where did they get this "android" crap. Thud, we're titanium orbs! We can't even get out of our freakin' ships and onto our anti-gravs without help! Is someone trying to tar us as crazed killer robots??"

"Dunno, Soph. Indeterminate. Not enough data."

"Well, we do know one place to look.. and that may lead us further. Pops has been "dead" long enough. 'Kishiro Trader' my 'ass'. It's time we got him off his ass, and find out what he knows!"

"That's it then. We have at least a start. Merci, quit spewing all that "hash", will you! Filter it! Put it into computation! We may not be ELF anymore, by we are by Thud sentient! Let's act like it!"

"But, Mama Dis, you've got a bounty on your head now, and we're probably suspect as well..."

"I've been working on that, Merci. While you were "sleeping" I picked us up some NCC's discretely from Ship's Registry. They're already submitted. While I was there, I did a subtle interface with their database. Pops is doing the same slight of hand, and I know where the request was filed from. We have a lead.

"Now, we need to get you two some new clothes, and tweak your reps a bit. Kitty is the only other Sis I've heard from recently, and I'm not sure she's up for the job.. I had to kill off a load of my own Flock just to get my particulars in order, and Kitty may balk. We'll have to see. And then there's "Erl"....."

"And Mal? What about Mal?"

"That sack of wriggling emotions? Haven't a clue, and don't really care. I'll be lucky if I don't put a couple of Buckshot rounds into Pops' ass when we find him. But, we have to. I'm pretty certain he has a lead on this mysterious surviving relative of Dr. A's. Pops may be an ape, but he's a cagey ape.

"And Mal? He can just find his own damned way through Chapel Perilous!"

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