Yup, that's me. Pixy

"Um why are you in a ceremonial outfit? And also I was suprised to see you because I've seen every other merc in here dropsuit or not I've not seen you perhaps I should pay more attention the new visitors" just as raven says this a hoard of vistors started asking him questions "you'll have to exuse me, this has happened serveral times today most likely due to my choice of wearing a dropsuit"raven bows and walking into the massive hoard of vistors

"Well that and another reason which will be told soon, but anyway where did you get all this stuff?" Raven says and continues "oh and the 13 templers were larger than the display and here" raven hands 'pixy' a key "old fashion lock on Caldari prime open it and should be some pieces of a infantry batalion LAVs and the weapons they used" raven started walking off but stoped "and upgrade those damn AIs"

"Pixie? Seriously?" Hawk lifted his hand to the front of his helmet; about where his mouth would be, and hunched down, as if desperately trying to contain tears brought about by a series of laughing fits. Although several sniggers began to loudly escape, despite his best efforts, and soon he fell to the floor, rolling around guffawing.

Galm looks horribly offended, pulling his cap down with a stern look.

"That was my father's callsign in Mordu's Legion sir, and he did more under that callsign as a baseliner when he was seventeen then you could ever hope to do in your immortal career."

Hawk ceases his fit of laughter and quickly pulls himself to his feet.

"Ahh..." He raises has hand to his chest, with his index finger pointing up to the ceiling.

"I-I am t- terribly sorry... I-I-I was... Uhh... Unaware of this." He says, stammering and blundering.

He falls to his knees and looks up at Galm.

"F-Forgive me... for this, this aw-awful transgression"




((I am a terrible person, aren't I? ))

Galm rolls his eyes.

"Perfectly fine. I'm used to others making fun of my callsign, so it doesn't bother me too much. Besides, it just makes it all the more satisfying when people realize that I can still rip them in half. I assure you, it used to be in the Tenal region that 'Pixy' was the safest fighter to bet on in Gladiator matches."

Hawk quickly snaps out of it and stands up while regaining his composure. The position of the floor his knees had once been was now covered in small cracks, having buckled under the momentum of the heavy sentinel he was wearing.

"Don't worry, Uh, I'll pay for that... Later" he said, looking down at the floor.

"Although; considering that my particular profession in the mercenary business involves being shot at and stabbed more then the average merc..." He says, gesturing with his hands to the large number of chinks, gashes, and plasma burns on his chest-plate that he hadn't yet repaired "That you might have a little trouble ripping me in half; and trust me, people have actually tried."

"Because I chose to", was the answer Denak gave to Raven, crossing his arms over his chest when he was done making sure his outfit wasn't damaged. He didn't really feel like explaining why he was wearing his clothing, dropsuits just seemed too much of an overkill and attention grabbing for him, which was quickly demonstrated by Raven being swarmed by visitors. He didn't even bother saying bye, he simply turned around and kept on his way towards the Royal exhibition, away from the noisy crowd.

Upon reaching the Tash Murkon Magnate, he promptly stepped inside to begin exploring it, and it didn't take long before he came across Kador and Satja, the frigate wasn't really that big. Giving the two a formal bow as a greeting, he spoke: "Hello, how are you two?"

OCC ( this is a steadyhand timeout, to the new guys great your taking part and getting into bbbbuuuutttt you killing it for the old timers, ground rules of any forum RP

A. never ever take control of someone else character unless its been agreed what the out will be

B. follow the thread of the story don't make it all about how awesome your character is, you can have your own moments in it see my small posts. but walking around like your gods gift to everything is not only hard to work with its boring and anoyyes the crap out of anyone trying to do character development.

C. NO GOD TIMEING EVER, what this means is your character has flaws, he cant do things outside of normally clone ability, you can be skilled but you need a reason to be able like that the safest way to do this is use your ingame skill as a rough guide. you have to be believable.

D. Do you homework know the lore know the backstory if you dont have the time then simply make a simple character who is learning the world of new Eden. for example you walk up to True and go i X sub cult of the faith, True is gunna shoot you in the face repeatedly and then make sure your clone wakes up in a prison. your homework assignment is too work out why.

E. last basic rule DON'T DERAIL A THREAD its dam hard to find GMs who put this much effort in simply put if it happens again I will get the other old times to flag it logibro as disruptive behaviour in order for him to remove your post and get the thread back on track.


Ermac if a thread ever gets out of hand you simply call a time and go X didn't happen we are going from this post if you find certain posters are been a pain call them out on it. if they are new to Rp they probably don't understand how it works yet, the dust RP community is still very much in its early days old guys show the new people who its done.

Ermac do what you need to get thread back on track I hope the others will understand that this thread is on a time-out till Ermac resets it back to where he wants :). if anyone reading doesn't like this tough im making my self RP unofficial to keep the peace as i can see lots of new people trying and old people getting flustered need a nice middle ground to keep these AWESOME threads going :)

edit: god damit Ermac i just spent ages making a post to help you out don't edit your post and make me look da fool :P

Kador nods respectfully, behind him at his shoulder Satja bows awkwardly, an odd sort of curtsie , she delicately raised the loose fitting fabric about her waist as if she was wearing a dress.

"We are well, and well met again Denak-haan" The Templar replies.

"Indeed" The Slave replies, smiling, and takes a step forward, out from behind Kador's frame without any of her former hesitation. "What brings you to this exhibit Mr Kalamari?"

Denak nods, finding it a little odd that an Amarrian would greet an Intaki using Caldari suffixes. Regardless, he briefly glances around at the action going on, things starting to get a little too crowded for his tastes. He wasn't intending to stay for long anyway.

"I am mostly here to watch the exhibition, what is displayed is certainly interesting, and does bring back a few memories." He explains to Satja, looking about the interior of the ship before fixing hos gaze back at the two. "And what brings you here?"

((I'm going to ignore the last 4 post excluding denak's ok,? Ok))
Raven stands there waiting for someone to say hello or hi or something. is this weird or what, usually I'm the first to be noticed Raven thought as the three exchanged greetings ignoring him
"Greetings, what brings you three here?" Well..... Raven thought still impatient for a reply
((Yes Raven does a lot of thinking here
Also galm may I use this location in A RAVEN'S CALL?))

Kador nods back respectfully to Denak, internally berating himself all the while for his foolishness. His studies into Intaki and Caldari culture had hit numerous set backs, almost blending together in his eyes as he failed to ascribe certain subtle social and spiritual undertones that ran through both races.

Brushing it off be gave Denak a wide smile.

"It's this most wonderful-......" he says before he is rudely cut off by a voice to his right.

However he continued speaking to Denak as though nothing had happened, totally ignoring the Gallentean.

"As I said before is this not a wonderful ship Denak? How could I not come to see the beauty of such holy design?" He said with vigour. "As for those memories.... have you owned a vessel like this, or served aboard one?"

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. It's not my business to concern myself with the lives of others, they aren't all as blessed as my own.

As if she had noticed the reproachful look on his face Satja chimed in. "We are sorry Denak...we uh...we don't mean anything by it...We've just never seen anything like this before....even in all our time in the Empire. Our apologies."

Following Kador's example, Denak simply didn't acknowledge Raven's presense, instead focusing on just sosializing with people he was actually comfortable being with. And he didn't really speak out loud his thoughts about Kador's greeting, nor did he think the Amarrian was breaking any social conduct, he simply found it slightly odd.

"I do agree, Amarrian tech is the best looking, and this is the prime example of it.." Denak agreed, generally gesturing around the ship, then pointing to the exit as he spoke: "And I was not referring to this ship, but the Homeland exhibition over there. I was on Caldari Prime before, during and after the disaster."

Denak simply nodded his head deeply, closing his eyes briefly during it. "It is of no bother, I assure you. I brought up the subject, asking about it is simply natural." He assured to the pair, he trusted them enough to disclose these sort of things for them, not that his time served on Caldari Prime was some closely guarded secret anyway.

"Ah, Caldari Prime. I remember hearing of it on Lesa. The conflict was terrible. and also that the Caldari lost a titan there....is it true?" Kador asks calmly, his tone is almost reflective as if he is trying to recount some sort of story or rumor of the conflict in his own mind.

"I ask simply because I knew someone who claimed to have been there..."