It was the tingle that that notified them, a slight slithering sensation alongst the back part of the brothers
primary brains.
Like something or someone was touching them inside their own skull.
Both heads snap up in unison, beady eyes wide in shock at the sensation. Those dark orbs, set deep...
The Leviabros:
Staring at Vulmar like. "What do you mean you NEED air to breathe? I only flooded engineering with liquid sodium because it's the most optimal heat transfer method for the awful core we took out of Junker-89-C2B?
Do we need to breathe air? No of course not!" The right head said...
As the dark gods intended.
Now, now hear me out ladies, gentlemen, and gentlebeing of dubious nature.
We will have an offensive weapon capability. Aka, have the two brothers load a cargo containers filled with radioactive waste he finds in the bone yard and just YEET it at a target.
Aka, cargo...
I was just thinking about salvaging a decent ship with parts before realizing there's no way we'd get a good frame.
This is Solnsuckers.
The ship needs to be crap, worse than crap, mega crap, and what's more janky and desperate than a flying BRICK of cargo containers flying at you?
Gotcha,
Also I had the absolute perfect idea for a first ship to celebrate our crapness.
It's not even a ship, we just have to find a bunch of cargo containers on an old freight liner out there, weld em all together with some thrusters and a core stolen from another ship with the absolute bare...
The crew are all standing in the bridge or crowded around the pilots seat more like, we aren't getting a ship with a bridge unless it's a clanker,
and as they talk about whatever they see a shape drift in front of the cockpit.
It's the leviathans, violently spinning whilst attached to an...
Meanwhile someone manning the sensor posts gets an unknown track near the bone yard, zooms in to grt a visual and just sees a whole body floating towards a derelict croc style.
"Wat?"
"Who the fuck let a dinosaur out into Vac?"
"Should we call someone?"
"I dunno, lookatem spin. Weeeeeeeeee!"
Time to do what a Leviathan does best, scrap salvage and tear apart broken stuff to make something somewhat usable.
I'm assuming we are heading to a boneyard/middle ?
I like on site rp, more so than other. My discord would just get cluttered by another group chat amongst the three dozen others.
I just like doing little bits of posts in between the large ones for example, the Two Brothers looking at Vulmar, the right head whispering.
"There's no way that's a...
That would require entities to collaborate together in a manner which time might not always allow. Heaven knows I vanish for some time.
Though it wouldn't be the first time I've done a collab.
That was back in my nation building rp days, I have no desire though to go back to writing 15 page...
Fun fact, creatures that live in high pressure environments have incredibly high pressure blood.
In the case of our large friend, it's also very very caustic, corrosive, most certainly carcinogenic, and definitely slightly radioactive.
However for the sake of story let's just say that nothing...
Me sitting here staring at the DNDoll thinking uh.... I really do wonder what hellish consequences there are for creatures with highly caustic blood that's also a virulent parasite.
In the very very far back, crouched down so as to not bang their heads against a cable way that hung haphazardly from the ceiling in a state of disrepair so great it caused the right head physical pain, the two brothers watched the procession.
The left, Korriban, narrowed his eyes at the...