https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Introduction 2026-05-03T19:32:25Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.43.3 https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction&diff=3061&oldid=prev 2016-04-13T05:15:04Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:15, 13 April 2016</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Introduction Story</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Introduction Story<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">: A Fateful Landing</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>----</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>----</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> </table>

Orcephrye https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction&diff=3060&oldid=prev 2016-04-13T05:14:29Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:14, 13 April 2016</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Introduction Story</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">----</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most humans who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born in space. Her parents left Earth a while back. "It wasn't safe." That's what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe. When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">labour </del>camp as they where struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she's worked tireless for the profit of some alien's who cared little for others and even less for Humans. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks at herself in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars once again freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also human and didn't like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of pirates and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most humans who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born in space. Her parents left Earth a while back. "It wasn't safe." That's what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe. When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">labor </ins>camp as they where struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she's worked tireless for the profit of some alien's who cared little for others and even less for Humans. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks at herself in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars once again freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also human and didn't like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. She had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of pirates and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A opaque panel seamed to effortlessly protect Sarah from the dead cold reach of space. From her view she saw the destination planet where the distress beacon was suppose to be coming from. The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her new found peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks and it can also feed those who are willing to listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered accorded to this distress beacon. She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a week ago. She and Bosch where the only humans. The pilot is named Volar a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green spotted skin the species was called Victarians and they eat through there skin and hair like a planet. Sarah quickly realized that they wear as little clothing that is hygienically possible and do not like being touched without permission. A very award first meet. But after a while Volar and her have become friends. Volar gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. The captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was. The ship bumped again.. this time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A opaque panel seamed to effortlessly protect Sarah from the dead cold reach of space. From her view she saw the destination planet where the distress beacon was suppose to be coming from. The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her new found peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks and it can also feed those who are willing to listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered accorded to this distress beacon. She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a week ago. She and Bosch where the only humans. The pilot is named Volar a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green spotted skin the species was called Victarians and they eat through there skin and hair like a planet. Sarah quickly realized that they wear as little clothing that is hygienically possible and do not like being touched without permission. A very award first meet. But after a while Volar and her have become friends. Volar gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. The captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was. The ship bumped again.. this time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.</div></td></tr> </table>

Orcephrye https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction&diff=2839&oldid=prev 2016-01-30T05:19:35Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:19, 30 January 2016</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most humans who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born in space. Her parents left Earth a while back. "It wasn't safe." That's what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe. When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a labour camp as they where struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she's worked tireless for the profit of some alien's who cared little for others and even less for Humans. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks at herself in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars once again freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also human and didn't like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Either case she </del>had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of pirates and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This seamed to be the fate of most humans who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born in space. Her parents left Earth a while back. "It wasn't safe." That's what she remembers her parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe. When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught up in a labour camp as they where struggling to get by. For most of her life the last 10 years she's worked tireless for the profit of some alien's who cared little for others and even less for Humans. However that was then and this is now. Now she looks at herself in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars once again freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also human and didn't like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took her from her cruel life and into another. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She </ins>had no intention of living like she once had. She was going to be her own woman and somehow prove to this crew of pirates and the whole of space her worth. The ship bumped a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned around and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of the crew on the flight deck.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A opaque panel seamed to effortlessly protect Sarah from the dead cold reach of space. From her view she saw the destination planet where the distress beacon was suppose to be coming from. The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her new found peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks and it can also feed those who are willing to listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered accorded to this distress beacon. She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a week ago. She and Bosch where the only humans. The pilot is named Volar a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green spotted skin the species was called Victarians and they eat through there skin and hair like a planet. Sarah quickly realized that they wear as little clothing that is hygienically possible and do not like being touched without permission. A very award first meet. But after a while Volar and her have become friends. Volar gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. The captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was. The ship bumped again.. this time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A opaque panel seamed to effortlessly protect Sarah from the dead cold reach of space. From her view she saw the destination planet where the distress beacon was suppose to be coming from. The communications console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her new found peers. An odd group of desperadoes. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for law. This was a crew who knew that credits are what talks and it can also feed those who are willing to listen. There was a lot of Credits being offered accorded to this distress beacon. She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them a week ago. She and Bosch where the only humans. The pilot is named Volar a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green spotted skin the species was called Victarians and they eat through there skin and hair like a planet. Sarah quickly realized that they wear as little clothing that is hygienically possible and do not like being touched without permission. A very award first meet. But after a while Volar and her have become friends. Volar gets the captain&#039;s quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by to pass the time. The captain Bosch didn&#039;t mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him of his time in the Soviet Navy whatever that is or was. The ship bumped again.. this time it jerked the crew around causing many to fall over.</div></td></tr> </table>

184.179.126.2 https://d20futurepath.com/index.php?title=Introduction&diff=2838&oldid=prev 2016-01-27T21:04:49Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 21:04, 27 January 2016</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">A cold opaque panel </del>seamed to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">effortlessly separate Sarah from </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">dead </del>of space. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">From </del>her <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">view she saw the latest planet ravaged</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">The console lights </del>up. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">An electronic voice comes through </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">speaker informing </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">ships crew </del>of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">the decent path</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Sarah </del>looks at her <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">new found friends</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">An odd group </del>of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">desperates</del>. She <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">seamed </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fit right in poor, desperate </del>and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">not a care in the Ring for law. Credits are what talks and it can also feed those who are willing </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">listen </del>and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">lots </del>of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Credits was being offered to whomever could figure out what was causing these planet wide disasters</del>. The <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">crew was </del>bumped around <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">as </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">ship entered </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">atmosphere</del>.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Sarah strained to look at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Hoping to see something else, someone braver. Instead she just saw the same dirty hair, brown eyes, chapped limps and rangy clothing. This </ins>seamed to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">be </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fate </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">most humans who left there home planet. A place she never saw as she was born in </ins>space. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Her parents left Earth a while back. "It wasn't safe." That's what she remembers </ins>her <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">parents saying anyway. But nothing seams safe</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">When Sarah was 7 her parents got caught </ins>up <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">in a labour camp as they where struggling to get by</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">For most of her life </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">last 10 years she's worked tireless for </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">profit </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">some alien's who cared little for others and even less for Humans. However that was then and this is now</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Now she </ins>looks at <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">herself in the mirror of a ship flying across the stars once again freed by a man named Bosch. Perhaps it was because he was also human and didn't like the way she was being treated. Or more likely it was because her owners stiff Bosch of his pay. Either case he took </ins>her <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">from her cruel life and into another</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Either case she had no intention </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">living like she once had</ins>. She <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">was going </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">be her own woman </ins>and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">somehow prove </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">this crew of pirates </ins>and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">the whole </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">space her worth</ins>. The <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">ship </ins>bumped <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a little bit and shook Sarah from her gaze. She turned </ins>around <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">and left her tiny quarters to join the rest of </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">crew on </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">flight deck</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">"Good Lord keep this ship steady!" Spouted Bochvlec. </del>A <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">angry looking human with Russian decent. The pilot </del>seamed to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">ignore his comrade as </del>she <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">concentrated on </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">many </del>lights <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">flashing red on </del>her <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">console</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Sarah noticed the pilot was more adjudicated more then usual</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Things did </del>not <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">appear to be going as planed</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">The opaque panel </del>was <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">now hot </del>and it was <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">impossible </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">see beyond </del>a <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">big red blur</del>. The <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Pilot turns </del>to the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">rest </del>of the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">crew</del>. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">"Hold on </del>this <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">is going </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">only get worse!"</del>.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>A <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">opaque panel </ins>seamed to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">effortlessly protect Sarah from the dead cold reach of space. From her view </ins>she <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">saw the destination planet where </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">distress beacon was suppose to be coming from. The communications console </ins>lights <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at </ins>her <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">new found peers</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">An odd group of desperadoes</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and </ins>not <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a care in the Ring for law</ins>. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">This </ins>was <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a crew who knew that credits are what talks </ins>and it <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">can also feed those who are willing to listen. There </ins>was <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a lot of Credits being offered accorded </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">this distress beacon. She knew little else about the crew. She after all just joined them </ins>a <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">week ago. She and Bosch where the only humans</ins>. The <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">pilot is named Volar a species she never seen before. Dark green leafy hair and pale green spotted skin the species was called Victarians and they eat through there skin and hair like a planet. Sarah quickly realized that they wear as little clothing that is hygienically possible and do not like being touched without permission. A very award first meet. But after a while Volar and her have become friends. Volar gets the captain's quarters because its the only one with a window and they would sit and watch the stars go by </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">pass </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">time. The captain Bosch didn't mind the small cramped quarters. He says it reminds him </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">his time in </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Soviet Navy whatever that is or was. The ship bumped again.</ins>. this <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">time it jerked the crew around causing many </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fall over</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Sarah was shacked awake by a crew member. "Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!" and he shoved a mask on Sarah's bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Bochvlec </del>yelling somewhere off in the distance. "Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!". "Its not all bad sir!" Another far off voice said. "We got our lives at least and they know where he landed". "Don't you get it you idiot! This is <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a ravaged planet! It's no longer habitual</del>!". "But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?". "<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Likely its there decent path </del>that <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">caused us to crash! They probably want to remove any competition of finding out </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">secret of what’s causing all </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">devastation</del>." His voice become much more clear and Sarah's eyes opened again to see <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Bochvlec</del>'s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. "Listen up! <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">These planets that are ravaged. </del>They say strange life forms appear, strange monsters. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before these creatures appear. Lets move out!"</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">"Good Lord keep this ship steady!" Spouted Bosch with an angry Russian accent. The Volar seamed to ignore her captain as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah was no pilot and in fact had spent the better part of the last 10 years under ground but still she noticed that things did not appear to be going as planed. The opaque panel was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. The Pilot turns to the rest of the crew. "Hold on this is going to only get worse!". </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Sarah was shacked awake by a crew member. "Here quickly the air here is not good for most species!" and he shoved a mask on Sarah's bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Bosch </ins>yelling somewhere off in the distance. "Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!". "Its not all bad sir!" Another far off voice said. "We got our lives at least and they know where he landed". "Don't you get it you idiot! This <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">planet </ins>is <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">well known for its violet atmosphere and beasts</ins>!". "But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?". "<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">That was an automated voice. Its likely </ins>that the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">people who sent that distress call are dead or at </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">very least unable to help</ins>." His voice become much more clear and Sarah's eyes opened again to see <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Bosch</ins>'s bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. "Listen up! They say strange life forms appear, strange monsters <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">appear on this planet</ins>. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before these creatures appear. Lets move out!"</div></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 02:12, 24 January 2016</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Nothing </del>here <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">yet</del></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">A cold opaque panel seamed to effortlessly separate Sarah from the dead of space. From her view she saw the latest planet ravaged. The console lights up. An electronic voice comes through the speaker informing the ships crew of the decent path. Sarah looks at her new found friends. An odd group of desperates. She seamed to fit right in poor, desperate and not a care in the Ring for law. Credits are what talks and it can also feed those who are willing to listen and lots of Credits was being offered to whomever could figure out what was causing these planet wide disasters. The crew was bumped around as the ship entered the atmosphere. </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">"Good Lord keep this ship steady!" Spouted Bochvlec. A angry looking human with Russian decent. The pilot seamed to ignore his comrade as she concentrated on the many lights flashing red on her console. Sarah noticed the pilot was more adjudicated more then usual. Things did not appear to be going as planed. The opaque panel was now hot and it was impossible to see beyond a big red blur. The Pilot turns to the rest of the crew. "Hold on this is going to only get worse!". </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Sarah was shacked awake by a crew member. "Here quickly the air </ins>here <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">is not good for most species!" and he shoved a mask on Sarah's bloody face. She struggled to stay conscience and held onto a familiar voice. Bochvlec yelling somewhere off in the distance. "Of all the dammed places! All the places in the Ring it has to be this planet! This system!". "Its not all bad sir!" Another far off voice said. "We got our lives at least and they know where he landed". "Don't you get it you idiot! This is a ravaged planet! It's no longer habitual!". "But sure what about the people that told use the decent path? They must know we crashed!? Right?". "Likely its there decent path that caused us to crash! They probably want to remove any competition of finding out the secret of what’s causing all the devastation." His voice become much more clear and Sarah's eyes opened again to see Bochvlec's bearded face directly in front of hers. He lifted her up after checking her mask. Turned and faced the rest of the crew. "Listen up! These planets that are ravaged. They say strange life forms appear, strange monsters. We where suppose to land in a safe zone in the middle of the colony. We gotta get there by foot and we gotta do it quick before these creatures appear. Lets move out!"</ins></div></td></tr> </table>

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