oldboy-103

[oldboy-103]

This is the mentality that keeps the corporations going. Yes, one person will not bankrupt all of ssc, but if you have ever fought for freedom, why even consider supporting a group you know is unethical. How can you stand if a cigar is all it takes to make you fall?

The small things make the bigger things easier. This is common psychology. The good and the bad start small, boycotting a cigar brand is a small act of defiance that can impact those around you who might move on to impact others to stop the consumption of ssc goods.

We do not create a utopia with only grand acts of violence or war, every person must strive to make each day better.

Damn am I tired of smokin' cheap shit. Hopin' my next sortie'll pay enough to get me some of them fancy SSC cigars.

[oldboy-103]

Calendula are not stealth mechs they might seem like it, but they are built to separate the enemy from their teams. and tear them apart.

Do not look at a calendula and assume it is some frail thing that can be bullied as soon as it can no longer hide because as soon as you underestimate it it is going to send you places you have never seen and then beat the shit out of your friends

Found a new mech I kinda dig. Some Horus thing called the Calendula. Gimmick is funny, hope to get my hands on the print code for it soon.

[oldboy-103]

Honestly maybe I'm just getting old but the entire concept of the houses feels horrible, I met a man on my travels once that had his entire family killed or exiled for dealing with "ungratefuls", His lineage which had served with every word for honour I know of was torn to shreds because they had the audacity to help move supplies through a blockcade. The guy is a merc now, and as far as I could tell, he is much happier, he still has some ties to the other houses but from what I heard last time we spoke he was on the up and up trying to set up a station for people in union space with shared views on the noble houses. Maybe it's time to get in touch again....

Ulysses "oldboy" Whittimore

"By guiding hand not iron fist"

SOS my Agni's gone rouge and is forcing me through torture send help repeat SOS send help It Is Just A Language Course In Karrakin Standard, Caitlin. You'll Need It To Deal With The Envoys This Week. Like i said, torture. What language needs seven words for honor, damnit!

[oldboy-103]

I think I remember seeing something like this, tho I believe we played something called AD&D? But I just remember I was like a turtle storm cleric. Our version was in some some old cradle script, so we had to translate the rules and stuff, but it was pretty fun.

I hope you have a good time tho, if it was anything like when I played you should have a good time though we did have an Athena as our Dungeon master which gave the game a certain pinache.

need recommendations 4 some weird old cradle game

so I just got invited by some of the HORUS nerds to play something called "Dungeons and Dragons" - apparently its like, a game from OOOOOOLD Cradle. Anyways, anyone have any experience with this system? Kinda seems needlessly confusing and also one of the other HORUS nerds started saying I should play something called Pathfinder instead? Also gimmie any bullshit builds you can think of, wanna make these dudes REGRET inviting me and St. Helene. I For One Am Going To Play An Ancestral Guardian Barbarian.

[oldboy-103]

-Audiolog data clip 4873_6901_73

--this Audio log has been censored for containing sensitive information by [daedalus]

---Uploading from union vessel <Voice of mercy>

So you're telling me that you want to hitchhike across union space because a calvary school told you, you were too old and poor to attend thier school?

Well when you call it hitchhiking it makes it sound like a bad idea, but it's not just because of the college thing like I said you have experience [audio detection has censored this discussion] and there are people out there that could use your help.

Kid, I'm old, not stupid. I've seen the [audio detection has censored this discussion] I'd practically be begging the houses to shoot me down.

you wanna help the people [audio detection has censored this discussion] That's fine. I can set up help, but we gotta ba smart about it they have runners, and we have supplies

Make a list, kid. I'll get it in order, and we can head out that way between missions.

---audiolog ended

--[Daedalus] thanks you for your consideration and understanding

-Onminet Connection ended

[free sanjak]

[oldboy-103]

-hololog 03 recording

--omninet link secure

---broadcasting from <union authorized vessel: Voice of mercy>

[Ulysses smiles and gives a small wave. in the background is the sound of mechanical tinkering as a man and woman voices argue about something incoherent]

Howdy yall sorry about the noise but my boy nico was pulled out of cryosleep cause our printer started malfunctioning

[Ulysses leans in to whisper]

I think our stowaway was just getting bored chatting with an old timer like myself but it's fine

[He leans back again before spinning in his chair]

ISNT THAT RIGHT FRANCESCA?

What? What are you even talking about you old coot!

Old coot? How can you talk to the man who got you off that cesspit of planet like that?

It's fine, Nico. I was just teasing her a bit. Go back to what you were both doing.

[Ulysses turns back around and returns to talking with the screen]

But back to what I was going to say in the first place. We are on our way back to a union station to update them on a few things and pick up more supplies. It's mostly printers and filament, honestly, but it's gotta be shipped somehow. I swear tho these past few years my Lanny has been doing more freight work than the entire branch of ipns in the area. Not to say they aren't working hard, but my old girl has been pulling almost nonstop from the time we hit planet side to the time we leave orbit.

[A loud bang is heard as something is flung across the room behind Ulysses he turns quickly ]

What was that? Are you two breaking up my new printer?

It was already broken you bought the thing broke. We're trying to fix it

It's not broken, it just only prints certain things

Yeah that's means it's broken dumbass

[Ulysses is stating at something beyond the view of the display he shakes his head and turns back to the screen]

Youngsters I swear... I've never seen 2 people bicker so much about nothing. Now what was I saying? Ehh probably not worth it to continue...

[Ulysses reaches up to stop the recording]

---hololog broadcast ended

--omninet link disconnected

<may mercy's voice reach you>

[oldboy-103]

-Hololog. 02 recording

--omninet link secured

---broadcasting from <system error:location unknown>

[There is a thin red haired woman in front of the screen her face is blurred but Ulysses sits at the desk next to her smiling]

You're pretty good at this omnitech stuff.

Yes it's my job to be good at setting these up... and it's an omnihook that connects you to the omninet not omnitech.

Tomato Toma toe. I'm just glad you got the thing running before I sat here yapping for an hour to myself.

[The woman steps away no longer in frame and Ulysses turns as she goes]

Thank ya now you said I should talk about how I came to start shipping to the diaspora? Yeah okay I'll give it a shot but I'm no storyteller.

Well I was born on cradle back around the founding of third comm a few years before the council was set up and the fight was still broiling. My mother was a freedom fighter and my pa had died in a seccomm experiment a few months before I was born. But I was raised to love union third comm was my father in a way and I joined the doj/hr as a lad helping where I could in-between learning how to be a field medic.

Fighting wasn't in my blood like my mother, so I was drawn to being a doctor. Saving lives in places where there isn't a lot of hope left. So I think I was just about 30 when I took off into the stars, I had myself a handful of personal drones and a small crew of like-minded people. I was by no means in charge, but I set our course and we started working. We brought medicine to world's that needed our aid and brought back news so the the doj/hr and other branches could send Ambassadors and the like... it was always different decades in space barely feels like minutes when you spend that long in near light speed.

[Ulysses wipes a tear from his face before he continues]

I did that job for so long and I watched union grow like I was my own brother. Seeing it expand and explore, my ships got bigger my time crawled to a stop as I would go in and out of cryogenic sleep, I'd wake up without a concept of time only knowing I had to help a new batch of people. And every time I did... until I got too old, too old for wartorn streets. I swapped from first contact to someone who follows after the dust clears. It hurts to know I can't be there faster but Noone wants an old part like myself on a battlefield.

[ Ulysses Whittimore looks at the screen smiling]

I think that's the gist of it... Francesca how do I turn this thing off now?

[Ulysses clicks a button the light of the screen nolonger reflecting on his face but the hologram still recording his actions]

I think I got it

No you didn't You just turned the display off you can see the recorder is still beeping

[The woman Francesca turns the display back on and then clicks the video off]

---hololog 02 ended

--broadcast ended

-omninet link disconnected

-HoloLog. 01 recording

--Onminet connection secure

---broadcasting from <system error: location unknown>

[An old man sits at a desk squinting at a screen, the faint glow reflects light on his face he scrunches his features as seemed confused]

How in the world's do I get this damnable thing working.

[The man seems unaware that he has started recording a video log but after a moment he looks up at the camera and smiles warmly]

Oh, hello! I am Ulysses Whittimore callsign Old Boy, currently on route back to union space after the safe transport of supplies to a newly founded union world. What?

[Ulysses turns to talk to someone out of frame no longer paying attention to the recording]

What do ya mean I shouldn't talk about that? My own life? Noone wants to hear the stories of a wrinkled old man. Fine fine fine stop nagging me you horrid girl.

[He looks back smiling brightly]

Well my stowaway seems to think I should tell some war stories but who knows where to start when your as old as I am...

---Recording device full

--stopping broadcast

-omninet link disconnected

[oldboy-103]

-HoloLog. 01 recording

--Onminet connection secure

---broadcasting from <system error: location unknown>

[An old man sits at a desk squinting at a screen, the faint glow reflects light on his face he scrunches his features as seemed confused]

How in the world's do I get this damnable thing working.

[The man seems unaware that he has started recording a video log but after a moment he looks up at the camera and smiles warmly]

Oh, hello! I am Ulysses Whittimore callsign Old Boy, currently on route back to union space after the safe transport of supplies to a newly founded union world. What?

[Ulysses turns to talk to someone out of frame no longer paying attention to the recording]

What do ya mean I shouldn't talk about that? My own life? Noone wants to hear the stories of a wrinkled old man. Fine fine fine stop nagging me you horrid girl.

[He looks back smiling brightly]

Well my stowaway seems to think I should tell some war stories but who knows where to start when your as old as I am...

---Recording device full

--stopping broadcast

-omninet link disconnected