Session Start: Thu Sep 18 21:58:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030918.log'
<Ire> Session 102: A Fanatic's Offerings
<Ire> Time Chart: October 19th, 2222. 2 days later
<Ire> Location: Altros
* Ire leans against a console, holding a pad of paper and a pen. He randomly checks off things on it as he glances at some monitors.
* Firebird sits at the weapon console, inspecting it - or he would be, had he not fallen asleep moments before.
* Ayn walks onto the bridge, and glances to Ire, before sitting down at a console. She tries to pull up a map of London.
<Ire> GM: *a detailed map of London - before the attack - pops up*
* Junior is up on the observation deck, doing his lean-on-the-wall-thing.
* Ayn begins to search the map for any signs of a Catholic Church.
<Ire> GM: *the search turns up no signs of a Catholic Church.*
* Silouette idly watches the sensors like usual... though, seeming to be lounging today
* Firebird snorts loudly.
* Ire pockets the pen and throws the paper down in his chair. He walks over to the weapon console and stares down at Firebird.
* Ayn taps her lips gently, and begins searching for the churches listed.
<Firebird> ...but I turned it in last night... zzz...
<Ire> GM: *less than a dozen churches pop up, ranging from various beliefs. No detailed summaries on any of them*
* Silouette idly crumbles up a piece of paper, and throws it at FB
<Ayn> hrm. *she prints the list*
* Ire grunts and moves on to look out the viewport. He rubs his face once, then turns and looks at Ayn. He crosses his arms, saying nothing.
* Ayn looks up and to Ire, a questioning look to her face
* Ire still says nothing. As usual, his expression is a neutral look.
* Junior climbs down.
<Ayn> I don't suppose you'd like to go on a tour of London's churches, do you?
<Junior> Did you find one?
<Ire> It is a waste of time.
* Ayn glances to Junior, "Not a Catholic church." She then looks to Ire and crosses her arms, "Why's that?"
<Junior> Probably, but it's the only source of information we have based on the spear.
* Ire shrugs.
<Silouette> ...the chance of finding what we need...
<Ire> Do as you will.
<Silouette> ...too bad we don't have a convient historical religious database...
<Junior> Which obviously has something to it, since he actually used it.
* Ire turns and looks out the viewport again.
* Ayn stands, and takes the paper in her hand, "Fine, I'm going." She looks to the crew on the bridge, "Anyone can come along if you'd like. If not, I'll see you later."
<Silouette> ...unless the power is actually his, and the spear is just a prop.
<Silouette> *pauses* ...I rather not think of that.
<Silouette> *glances at Ire, then turns to Ayn* ...well, if we don't have anything else to do right now, might as well try.
* Junior looks to Ire.
* Firebird bats at something near his ear, moments after the paper nailed him there.
* Ire stares out the viewport, not seemingly inclined to go.
* Ayn nods to Sil, "I think getting some information about the spear is useful - of we can."
<Silouette> *nods* ...better than nothing.
<Junior> I'll stay behind. We need to make a plan of action incase you don't find any better information.
<Junior> Ire, any ideas?
<Firebird> Yeah. *yawns* But I'm going to sit this one out... *is still asleep*
<Ayn> Alright. *she looks to Sil* I was thinking we start with the Anglican church first.
<Ire> ...
* Junior looks at Ire for a moment.
<Junior> Alright. I'll figure a plan.
<Silouette> ....going alphabetical?
<Ayn> No, closest in idealogy to Catholism. *she smiles, and climbs up the hatch*
* Ire watches Ayn and Sil leave the bridge, then looks at Junior.
<Firebird> Episcopal... *snorts, then falls out of his chair, immediately springing to his feet in full salute* I'm awake, si...r...?
* Junior walks over to the other side of the control room, eyeing the map and drawing up where apprimately the Fourth Reich forces have spread.
* Ayn stands on the roof of the Altros, waiting for Sil.
* Silouette follows up.
<Ire> GM: *the information is unreliable and unattainable*
<Silouette> ...you know, I hope we DO find something. I hate not knowing what we're up against.
<Junior> NRP: Who's info?
<Ire> NRP: Technically, there IS no info. No one's bothered to map out areas. Altros has spotted here and there packs of troops, but they're on the move a lot.
<Junior> NRP: Junior's guessing, note approximately.
<Ire> NRP: Well, alright. But that's a lot of blind, dumb luck.
* Ayn nods in agreement, "I know how you feel." She begins climbing down the ship's ladder. "I know a little, it's origin, who wielded it, but I don't know it's weakness."
<Junior> NRP: I'm the king of that.
<Ire> GM" *Altros is way in the air. Climbing down the ladders...would just lead...to well, nothing*
* Ayn sighs, and holds onto the ladder, "Sil, you feel like flying the Chiere way?"
<Junior> If nothing else, we need to route the forces, or else we'll have more problems with Senriech than we need.
* Ire sits down in a chair, bringing up information on another zone altogether.
* Firebird sits back down. "...Did I miss anything?"
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<Ire> Not really, Steven.
* Junior looks over his shoulder at the other screen.
<Junior> You're planning to abandon this zone?
<Ire> GM: *the screen is of Japan. Major cities begin to pop up on it, plus data on the Japanese Leader*
<Silouette> ...it's probally the most efficient way... *pauses* Well, as long as you're not planning on making me fly myself.
* Ire taps his fingers once, then looks at Junior.
<Ire> Lets take this conversation ... to the observation room.
* Ire stands up, stepping out of the bridge.
<Junior> Hrm.
* Junior follows.
* Ayn chuckles, and offers Sil her hand, "Hop on my back."
<Firebird> ...They can have that one. *gets back to work*
* Silouette nods, and takes Ayn's hand and climbs up onto her back. It's a little awkward for her, but she settles with it quite quickly.
* Ayn holds onto Sil's arms, balancing herself on the ladder, and then without warning, lets herself fall off the ladder, and towards the ground.
<Ire> GM: *the ground rushes up dangerously fast towards them*
* Ayn grins, feeling the ground pull her so seductively, and then, at the last moment, pushes her feet at the ground, slowling her descent.
* Ayn lands lightly on the ground, and looks to see how close to the city they are.
<Silouette> .....you're an adrenylin junkie, aren't you? *slight teasing edge on her flat voice*
<Ire> GM: *more than ten miles, probably.*
* Ayn smiles, showing her fangs slightly, "Sometimes. I like to feel like I'm falling from Heaven." Her voice turns somber at the end. "We should start hiking."
* Silouette nods, then remembers where she is, and slips down. "....I best walk from here then."
* Ayn gives Sil a wry glance, a hint of amusement in her eyes. She begins walking for London proper, "I know one of these churches will have something."
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<Silouette> ...I hope you're right... atleast on the upside, at the worst, we just get some extra excercise today.
<Ire> GM: *it's a long journey. I'll spare you the pain and say you guys just hiked 10 miles. Be glad*
* Ayn approaches the city, and looks at it, cautiously.
* Silouette isn't even out of breath! Oh wait, she doesn't breath.
<Ire> GM: *Chiere guards fly overhead. Any minute, they'll be spotted*
* Ayn looks for cover
*** Dias-Sleep is now known as Dias
<Ire> GM: *there is some wreckage from broken down British tanks and what not, but it won't hide them as they approach the city*
<Silouette> ...well, this might be a problem.
* Ayn still hunkers down under the wreckage, and motions for Sil to do the same.
* Silouette slips down beside the tank
<Silouette> ...any plans?
<Ayn> Feel like pledging alliangce to Senreich?
<Silouette> ...considering the situation, do you think he'd do more than laugh?
<Silouette> ...and touring the city would be hard when he knows we're there.
<Ayn> ...you're right....
<Silouette> .....I'll distract them.
* Silouette glances around the landscape
<Ayn> Oh no... I will.
* Ayn dashes out into the open, letting them smell her, letting them see her.
<Silouette> *slumps a little* ....that would have been more useful if I needed the distraction to get in.
<Dias> NRP: Chiere: I smell a girl in heat...
<Ire> GM: *The Chiere guards seem to spot Ayn. For the time being, they merely observe her and if she is getting closer to the city*
* Ayn does walk closer to the city, keeping an eye on them
* Silouette descretely heads to the city in her usual ninja-esque fashion.
<Ire> GM: *the guards issue a warning: Do not come any closer or you will be fired upon, to Ayn*
* Ayn looks up to them, a taunting look on her face, while she counts the number of guards.
* Silouette pauses, off on the sidelines, observing.
<Ire> GM: *there's half a dozen*
* Ayn pauses, and holds her hands up in the air, "So how does someone get in London nowadays?"
<Ire> GM: *there chiere say nothing. They merely indicate she should leave. Immediately*
* Silouette makes her way over to one of the ruined tanks, and checks if it has any ammo.
<Ire> GM: *the tank's ammo was stripped away long ago*
<Ayn> What? One can't come to pray? Even Hitler liked the Catholics.
<Ire> GM: *the Chiere say nothing. They seem to be totally impassive to her speaking*
* Ayn sighs, "I'm your mother."
<Ire> GM: *nope. Nothing out of them*
* Silouette sighs breathlessly as she steps out of the tank, and glances around the area for anything that could be potentially explosive as she trys to think of a new plan.
<Ire> GM: *the area seems to be rather bare of potential explosives. There's just ruins of hovercars and tanks*
<Silouette> .oO( ...what I'd give for even a tank of gasoline right now. )
* Ayn sighs, and then takes another step towards the city.
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* Ayn looks up to see the Chiere's reactions.
<Ire> GM: *they fire severals balls of ki at her, coming in from six angles*
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* Ayn yelps, and tries to leap back, to avoid the ki
<Ire> GM: *she avoids the majority of the blasts, but a few still impact on her*
* Silouette launches a spread of shock enhanced shurikens at a trio of them, hoping to hurt their aim, and relocates
<Ire> GM: *the Chiere are hit, stunned at the attack. Three of them break off, quickly, and heads towards Sil's location, while the three that were hit try to shake it off, firing more attacks at Ayn*
* Ayn falls to the ground, and then picks herself back up.
* Ayn sends a blast of ki at the Chiere attacking her
* Silouette takes cover behind a toppled tank.
<Ire> GM: *two of them break off, the ki attack only hitting one and throwing him back. The two that broke off come in from either side of her, aiming to throw punches at her*
* Ayn ducks down fast, hoping to let them punch eachother.
<Ire> GM: *the Chiere persuring Sil hover over the tank and begin to rain down ki attacks, beginning to destroy parts of the tank*
<Ire> GM: *the punching Chiere break off in time. The one Ayn shot leaps back up and fires a ki blast at her chest*
* Ayn sends a blast of ki at the blast attacking her, hoping to knock it back
<Ire> GM: *they cancel each other out*
* Ayn mutters, "fight faster, fight smarter Ayn."
* Ayn pulls out her katana, and leaps up at the attacking Cheire
* Silouette trys her invisibility trick and makes for another tank.
<Ire> GM: *the other two Chiere attacking Ayn come up behind her, firing blasts at her back*
<Ire> GM: *the Chiere demolish the first tank and begin to look around for Sil*
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* Ayn would indeed get hit. She falls to the ground, hard.
* Silouette ejects a shuriken into her hand and throws it at yet another tank, so it'd bounce off, and make hopefully enough sound to get their attention.
<Ire> GM: *the Chiere searching for sil turn and begin to blast the tank where they heard the sound*
<Ire> GM: *the three Chiere attacking Ayn regather and begin to combine their Ki into one blast, firing it down at Ayn*
* Junior lands on the ground, sheilding Ayn.
<Ire> GM: *the three Chiere leap back. One activates his communicator and mutters something into it*
* Ayn looks up, seeing the ki blast, and then looks to Jr, her eyes wide with surprise.
* Junior stands slowly, sliding into a fighting stance.
<Ire> GM: *the three searching for Sil regroup with the other three, circling Junior*
* Junior looks at the three.
* Ayn stands up slowly, and stands beside Junior, "....you came."
* Silouette is really wishing she'd take the time to get a gun about now... damn flying targets. She makes the best she can with her weapons though, focusing on just one of the clones.
<Ire> GM: *the six Chiere all stand there. Then they launch a series of attacks/punches at Ayn and Junior*
<Junior> Someone has to protect the ladies.
* Junior parries as he can, attempting to sweepkick them.
* Ayn has no time to respond. She begins to lash out as well, hoping to block some of the attacks. She tackes a swipe with her katana at them
<Ire> GM: *one is sweeped, but as he falls, a second one sends a kick flying at Junior's jaw*
<Ire> GM: *one flips over Ayn's Katana, chopping at her neck*
<Ire> GM: *two more throw their knees at Junior's back*
* Silouette moves in quick from behind to slash one of them across the lower back with her Ninjato
* Junior stumbles, taking a food in his jaw.
* Junior flips back.
<Ire> GM: *the one is slashed, grayish blood dripping down. He fires a ki blast at Sil's head*
<Junior> Ayn, Sil, get on the shuttle.
* Junior points up.
* Ayn spins downward, hoping to avoid the chop, and stabs at the attacker
<Ire> GM: *suddenly, the sounds of two people singing drunken songs are heard*
* Junior bum rushes one of them.
<Ire> GM: *one is stabbed, then is bum rushed by Junior. He hops away, holding his chest*
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* Ayn glances for Sil
<Ire> GM: *the singing suddenly gets louder. Infact, two people are seen, walking towards them*
* Junior slides to his feet, looking at the two people.
* Silouette rolls with the blast, taking a bit of a hit there .oO( ...faster than I expected. )
<Ire> GM: *the Chiere halt their assault, focusing on the two fools singing*
* Ayn glances at the fools singing.
<Junior> Catchy tune, but it's dangerous here! *looks at the drunkard*
<Ire> GM: *a guy in a long brown jacket, dirty jeans, red hair, and glasses has one arm around another, speaking* Heeeey, what is THIS?
<Ire> GM: *one of the Chiere orders the two idiots to leave now before they are attacked*
<Junior> ... John McCormick..
*** Ire is now known as Snipe
* Snipe blinks, and leans forward
<Snipe> Whyyyy, it's...that Junior guy, Dias.
* Dias squints his eyes
* Snipe laughs, hitting his knees. He holds a bottle of whiskey, holding it up to his lips.
* Ayn looks, ".....Snipe?"
<Dias> Oh good I thought I was seeing the undead again...
* Junior facepalms.
<Silouette> ......
<Snipe> I told you, your aunt is not haunting you, man.
<Dias> And I told you I don't have an aunt.
<Snipe> ...thaaat's right.
<Snipe> GM: *the Chiere hestitate, then throw a ki blast right into Snipe, knocking him flat on his back*
* Ayn looks at them oddly, like she doesn't get the joke.
<Snipe> OUF.
<Dias> Yeah but I did have an ant at one time that I fed to a....*looks over at Snipe on the ground*
<Snipe> GM: *the Chiere immediately fire a ki blast at Dias, then three more throw a few kicks at Junior*
* Snipe lays there
<Snipe> Now that was rude.
* Ayn unholsters her gun, and fires at the Chiere
* Junior flips back, spinkicking at the Chiere.
<Dias> *leaps into the air as the Ki blast singes into his ass* OWWWW!!!!
<Snipe> GM: *one Chiere, the one slashed by Sil, is hit and dies*
* Snipe flips to his feet and stumbles forward with a drunken stumble. He leans on one Chiere, then hammerblows him in the stomach with his fist, sending him doubling over.
<Snipe> GM: *one of the three attackers is spinkicked by Junior*
* Dias lands on his feet and pats his ass
<Snipe> Lemme guess....you guys like to show up in troubled spots, right?
* Silouette moves in at another Chiere with a lunge
<Snipe> GM: *the Chiere is lunged on. He stands there, trying to shake Sil off*
* Ayn fires at the same Cheire with her magnum, ".... I love trouble, what can I say?"
<Snipe> GM: *the same chiere that Sil lunged on is shot. He doubles over*
* Silouette ment a lunge with the blade
* Snipe suddenly kicks a Chiere towards Dias
<Snipe> Catch, you bum.
<Snipe> GM: *the three Chiere remaining begin to back away, as if reconsidering what they got into*
* Dias side steps, grabbing the Chiere by the arm and swings him around throwing him right into a building
* Ayn looks at the Cheire, as if waiting for them to attack
<Snipe> GM: *the Chiere fly off*
* Ayn holsters her gun, and katana. She looks to Jr, and Snipe and Dias, "...thanks for the rescue."
* Junior turns to Snipe and Dias.
<Snipe> Anytime!
* Dias looks over at Jr., the look on his face giving off that he's completely tanked.
* Snipe looks around for his bottle. He sighs at the spilt contents.
<Snipe> Shit.
* Silouette cleans and sheaths her blade. ".....thanks for the assistance."
* Dias shuffles over to Snipe
<Dias> That one counted for my total.
<Snipe> Your total what?
<Dias> Fights one.
<Snipe> ...
<Snipe> Sad, man, sad.
* Ayn glances at Snipe, "....were you in the city?"
<Snipe> Yes.
<Dias> Just because I got the woman and you got the crabs doesn't mean you can be jealous.
* Snipe rubs his eyes
* Junior blinks at them.
<Snipe> That joke is so two decades old.
* Ayn gives Snipe a very hopeful look, "....then can you get us inside?"
* Dias leans back almost tipping over
<Silouette> ...joke?
<Dias> It is?
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<Dias> You mean it was a joke?!
<Snipe> ..
<Snipe> YES IT WAS A JOKE
<Snipe> Damn that Garland. Damn him!
* Snipe shakes fist at the sky.
<Junior> ...
<Dias> Guess I should cancel that crate of Shampoo for your next b-day.
<Snipe> ...fuck you, man. Like, fuck you.
<Silouette> ......
* Dias gets this sick look on his face
<Dias> Uh oh...
<Snipe> ...
* Snipe moves behind Ayn.
* Ayn looks at them, a bit oddly. She doesn't get it.
* Ayn looks over her shoulder at Snipe.
* Snipe smiles pleasantly.
* Dias shakes his head
<Dias> Oooh that was a close one. *looks over at Snipe* Is she one of them?
<Snipe> Yes, she's a Chiere.
* Ayn turns around to face Snipe, "....Snipe.... can you help us?"
<Snipe> Get into the city? Why would you want to go THERE?
* Dias smacks his forhead
* Dias walks over to Snipe and whispers something in his ear
* Ayn sighs, "Becuase I need to see a priest, someone who might know about the spear of destiny. I have a hunch, and I need evidence."
* Snipe listens to what Dias is saying when suddenly his head jerks towards Ayn when the words, "spear of destiny" are spoken.
* Silouette prays niether of the drunkards makes a joke about undead going to church
* Snipe shifts some, looking at Dias.
* Ayn crosses her arms, "That's right, Senreich has the spear. I think if he's attacked in a roundabout mannor, he can get hurt."
* Dias looks into his eyes and quirks them
* Snipe coughs, ignoring Dias.
<Snipe> Yeah, we know he has the spear.
<Snipe> We came to investigate it ourselves.
<Silouette> ...do you know anything about it?
<Dias> We do know that it's a spear...of destiny.
<Junior> It's appearance seems to have vexed more than us, then.
<Snipe> We were wondering if it had some connection to Motenks.
<Ayn> Motenks?
<Snipe> ....long story for another day.
* Dias elbows Snipe hard in the ribs
<Snipe> OW1
<Snipe> *winces* Anyway, there's nothing to be learnt here. We already tried.
<Ayn> Oh. Anyhow, I do know the spear was used to kill Christ. I've found out it gives Senreich a power to avoid most attacks.
* Snipe looks sober.
<Snipe> The spear is bad news. I wouldn't mess with it if I were you.
<Junior> What about you?
* Snipe grins
<Snipe> Maybe one day. We got other things to worry about right now.
<Silouette> ...for example?
<Ayn> ...like?
<Snipe> Tut tut. I can't tell you everything.
<Snipe> GM: *off in the distance, shapes can be seen. More than likely: reinforcements*
<Dias> Man you guys are nosey.
<Silouette> NRP: <Snipe> I mean, if I mentioned the crabs... oh shits, I mentioned the crabs.
<Dias> Oooh company!
* Ayn rolls her eyes, "Then at least tell us what you know of the spear?"
<Snipe> It's called the Spear of Longinus. Try looking it up.
<Ayn> I did, there's nothing.
<Snipe> A good reason. Most records of previous Earth history were lost during World War III.
<Snipe> Then when Xevil bombed Earth, well...
* Snipe gestures.
<Dias> ...Woh we're here about a damned spear? I thought we were just going to drink.
* Ayn rolls her eyes, "fucking war."
<Snipe> YOU were here for the drink.
<Snipe> Anyway, you guys got company coming.
<Dias> ...And that I did!
<Silouette> ...and this is assuming we had the info on the spear that we need back then.
<Ayn> We ought to get back to the ship.
<Snipe> You know, the best way to learn about something is sometimes finding something or someone from THAT era that might know about it.
* Snipe turns to Dias
<Dias> Shall we find the next bar?
<Snipe> We should go. We're not going to find anything out here.
<Snipe> ...*sigh* Yes, lets go to the next bar.
<Ayn> ...but who else comes from the 1940's?
* Dias toss's his arm around Snipe's shoulder
<Snipe> GM: *the shapes are very distinct now. Just a few more minutes*
* Ayn sighs and offers Sil her back, "Let's get out of here."
<Snipe> A good point.
<Dias> Can't you guys do anything yourselves?
<Snipe> Oh, be nice Dias.
<Dias> It's like they want us to solve it for them, we never had any help when we were out adventuring!
<Snipe> Maybe they'll find a time machine.
* Silouette nods
<Snipe> That's because no one was ever straight with us.
<Silouette> .... I think we've effectively worn out our welcome.
* Ayn looks to Dias and Snipe. She shakes her head, "I'll fucking solve this myself...." She nods for Sil to hop on.
<Snipe> BTW, Junior --- I know who has the emerald sword.
<Dias> HAH! Time machine...
* Junior blinks.
<Junior> It's surfaced?
* Silouette nods and climbs up.
<Snipe> Yes.
<Junior> I thought it had broken?
<Snipe> Seems it's repaired now.
<Junior> Where?
<Snipe> The Alliance has it. The last location - and still probable location - is on a ship called the Aquarius.
* Ayn leaps up into the air, towards the ship with Sil on her back.
<Snipe> GM: *a minute away now*
* Snipe glances at Dias.
<Snipe> Man, do you think you're efficent enough to turn into DarkHeart and teleport us out of here?
* Dias staightens up
<Junior> Where is this ship?
* Dias his form begins to waver and his entire body begins to change
<Snipe> It patrols random areas. But if you can get in touch with someone with Alliance Command, they might be able to feed you the location.
* Ayn flies up towards the Altoss, and lands on it
<Snipe> I wish I could be more help, Junior...
* Dias 's energy flares up and dies back down
*** Dias is now known as DarkHeart
<Snipe> Oh - and tell that Sil girl she's hot stuff.
* Snipe gives a thumbs up, then wraps an arm around DH
<Snipe> Lets go.
<Snipe> GM: *the Chiere patrols arrive, opening fire at Snipe, DH, and Junior*
* Silouette gets down when it's safe to, testing the 'ground' carefully
* Junior looks at Snipe.
* Ayn climbs into the ship, and lands on the bridge.
<Snipe> GM: *Ire sits there, at his computer*
* Junior gets on the shuttle.
* Silouette heads inside to the bridge as well... not many other places she goes on the ship.
* DarkHeart and Snipe both disappear leaving a small trace of black energy in the air
*** Snipe is now known as Ire
* Ayn glances to Ire, "....you were right...."
*** DarkHeart is now known as Dias
* Ire turns away from the computer. He crosses his hands in his lap.
<Ire> No luck, then.
<Ayn> ....No. But I have hunches on what I do know. *she sits down, and looks to Ire* You don't happen to know of any time machines, do you?
<Ire> No time machines exist, I'm afraid. The only known reference to time travel was when a bunch of the Wraiths vanished for 7 years and came back unaged.
* Ayn sighs and slumps in her chair. "Snipe said to find someone who had lived in that time period...." She looks up, "Wait! Longinus never died!"
* Ire stares blankly.
* Junior stares at Ayn.
<Ayn> That was his curse. *rolls her eyes* Hasn't anyone read the Bible here?
<Ire> No.
<Ire> Where does it say he never died?
* Junior shakes his head.
<Ayn> ...I don't remember.... But I remember it.....
<Ire> ... Alright, what do you plan to do now? Finding...Longinus it out of the question. You'll never find enough information to locate him, assuming he does exist.
<Silouette> ...and wasn't killed in the 2000 plus years following those events.
* Ayn sighs, and doubles over in the chair, a hand against her forhead, her eyes half closed, "What do we know from the battle against Senreich?"
<Ire> Absolutely nothing, I'm afraid.
<Silouette> ...other than he has the remarkible ability to avoid hits, coordinate his troops, and the flashbang from hell.
<Ayn> No, we know several things. One is that the spear does indeed exist, which means the mythos of it all stands true. Two is exactly what Sil said. Three, the ki bolts from his own Cheire hit him.
<Ire> 1) That doesn't help you. 2) That still doesn't help you. 3) That isn't a tested theory.
<Ire> You'd have to attempt it more than once.
<Junior> Myths can be misconstruded in translastion.
<Ayn> And finally, Senreich lost the spear at one time, and that caused him to loose the war. We're barking up the wrong tree. We need to find out how he lost the spear in the first place.
<Junior> Remember the bible started in hebrew, then went through several translations before reaching latin, then it finally got to conventional basic.
* Ayn nods, "you're right, the myth might not be completely true due to translation and the editing of the writing."
<Ire> The Spear was recovered by the Allies during WWII on the last days of the war in Europe.
<Junior> Much less, does christianity lend itself to the idea of life on other planets. A lot of it just doesn't work anymore.
* Ayn looks to Ire, suddenly fascinated by him, "What do you know of this?"
<Ire> What I just told. That it was recovered. From a bunker, I believe.
<Ayn> Do you know what bunker?
<Ire> More than likely the same place under the ocean that Senreich got the spear back.
* Ayn nods slowly, and mutters softly, "....I wonder if there are reports from way back then...."
<Ire> Doubtful.
*** Dias is now known as Dahok
<Silouette> ....there's still the third world war and Xevil between us and then.
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* Ayn shakes her head, her eyes full of fire and brimstone, "damnit!"
* Dahok steps onto the bridge
* Ire nods at Sil.
<Ire> Correct.
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<Dahok> So what happened?
* Ayn sighs and looks to Ire, "Well then, what can we do?"
<Ire> The probability of discovering any information in the near future is non-existant. The question is: How do you wish to approach the situation with Senreich now?
<Silouette> ...can you think of anyone else that might be living, that'd predate those two events? Preferably someone who knows something of this sort of thing...
<Dahok> Mother Earth?
<Ire> ...
* Ayn sighs
*** Sherinmir is now known as Sherin-Gone
<Ire> You talk to a simulator, Dahok. Now Mother Earth.
<Ire> (Not)
<Dahok> This is true, but it has the same memories and stories that the real one would've had.
<Ire> Not necessarily.
<Silouette> *sighs breathlessly* ...if you want to try talking to it, and seeing if you can get any answers... be my guest.
<Ayn> Sil... that's what Snipe said.... but he didn't say who.
<Dahok> I don't see you come up with any great ideas.
<Ire> Exactly.
* Ire looks at Dahok as if he's finalyl catching on.
<Silouette> ...that guy's been right before, and we're short on ideas, so let's look into it a little...
* Ayn nods, "I trust Snipe... I don't know why, but I do...."
<Silouette> ....anyone want to check the net for obituaries of anyone from back then that hasn't died?
Session Close: Fri Sep 19 00:00:00 2003

Session Start: Fri Sep 19 00:00:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
<Ayn> I will...
<Ire> Reploids, the longest known race alive on Earth, came AFTER World War III.
* Ayn runs a search query for exactly what Sil suggested.
<Ire> GM: *it comes up negative*
* Dahok closes his eyes and lets out a breath of air
* Ayn shakes her head, "....nope." She taps the console, "....what about any historians?" She runs a search for the nearest 20th century historian
* Dahok begins muttering something under his breath
<Ire> GM: *there are a few over in Mega City*
<Ayn> great, there are a few in Mega City.
* Ayn does a search for other 20th century historians
* Ire interlaces his fingers together, watching.
<Ire> GM: *there are none*
<Silouette> ...just the place we want to visit, eh?
<Ayn> Just the place we have to. *eyes Ire oddly*
* Dahok opens his eyes slowly
* Ire leans back, glancing at Junior.
* Ayn looks up to Ire, "You disagree - both of you do."
* Ire looks back at Ayn.
<Ire> With what, exactly?
<Ayn> Finding out as much as we can about the spear. You think it's pointless.
<Ire> I do.
<Silouette> ...there was something else he told us.
<Ayn> What else Sil?
<Silouette> ...it doesn't make any sense to me, but he said that he thinks the spear might have something to do with the "Motenks"
* Junior stands off to the side.
<Ayn> ...what's motenks?
<Dahok> Ayn, why not just pray and maybe you'll get your answer.
* Ire leans forward, listening now.
<Silouette> ...I haven't a clue. But how he said it made it sound important.
* Ayn casts Dahok a nasty glare, and then looks to Ire, "Since we haven't made an attack against Senreich in four days, we're not going to attack him in London. Are we?"
<Silouette> *glances to the three guys* "...do you know anything about whatever that is?"
* Ire stares at Ayn calmly
<Ire> Do you think attacking him right now should be our course of action?
<Ayn> No, not at all.
<Ire> Do you, Sil?
<Silouette> ...not until we have a plan.
* Ire turns to Dahok
<Silouette> ...dying isn't on my to-do list.
<Ire> Do you, Dahok?
* Dahok looks up
<Dahok> It'd be better if we had something to use against him.
<Ire> Then you all came up with the logical conclusion.
<Dahok> But every minute we waste dilly dallying he gains more control and power.
* Ire turns to look at his computer now.
<Ayn> Dahok's right about that. He can also clone more Chiere soldiers.
<Ire> He can. And he will.
* Ayn looks over to the computer screen.
<Ire> GM: *the information on the Japanese zone is listed*
<Ayn> ....but won't that make it harder to fight him? Wait, we're not going to, are we?
* Ire turns.
<Ire> You just stated yourself attacking him wouldn't work.
<Ayn> But what's the loophole? Why Japan?
<Ire> Japan is the next location in our search for Slasher.
* Ayn nods slowly
* Ire leans back.
<Ayn> Pope's gonna shit a brick, you know that, right?
* Dahok stretches his arms yawning
<Ire> We cannot stop Senreich, you understand this, right? His army is large, we are few. You cannot slow down his productions, you cannot do more than stub his toes. The only thing a group like this can do is try to hit Senreich directly - and he has the spear.
<Ayn> I know that, you know that, I agree with you even. Just saying, Pope is gonna shit a brick.
* Ire nods.
<Silouette> ...just for clarification, does anyone here know what Snipe ment by Montenks?
<Ire> I do not.
<Ayn> Nope.
* Dahok shrugs
* Ire stands.
<Ire> Tomorrow we set course. Good job, people.
* Silouette nods
<Dahok> Good job on making the decision you wanted?
* Ire glances at Dahok.
<Ire> Good job at coming to your own conclusions without relaying on me to simply order you. If you had chosen to fight, I would have fought.
<Ire> (relying)
* Ayn sighs, "....wonderful...."
*** Sherin-Gone is now known as Sherinmir
* Ayn stands, a wary look on her face, "....I'm gonna try to find Pope, and tell him what we decided...." She tosses her hands in the air, "Let's pray he doesn't kill me...."
<Ire> I'll be on the observation deck.
* Ire walks out.
* Ayn sighs, and walks off towards the living decks
<Ayn> NRP: gnight all
<Ire> Session Ends
* Dahok turns and walks off to the Hanger Deck
Session Close: Fri Sep 19 00:27:35 2003