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=Suave McNasty= | |||
==Stats== | ==Stats== | ||
[[File: | [[File:Suave_045.jpg|thumb|200px]] | ||
* NAME: | * NAME: Suave McNasty | ||
* AGE: | * AGE: undisclosed | ||
* RACE | * RACE: Human | ||
* GENDER: | * GENDER: M | ||
* ORIENTATION: | * ORIENTATION: | ||
* IC Role: | * IC Role: Prison Warden | ||
* IC Faction: | * IC Faction: SumokuCorp | ||
* OOC Role: | * OOC Role: SIM Resident | ||
==Story== | ==Story== | ||
* So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good. | |||
* Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation. | |||
* Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. | |||
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Latest revision as of 11:26, 6 February 2019
Suave McNasty
Stats
- NAME: Suave McNasty
- AGE: undisclosed
- RACE: Human
- GENDER: M
- ORIENTATION:
- IC Role: Prison Warden
- IC Faction: SumokuCorp
- OOC Role: SIM Resident
Story
- So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.
- Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.
- Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting.