Lighting the Fire Part 2 - Revision history

https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2 Lighting the Fire Part 2 - Revision history 2026-05-15T22:30:39Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.43.0 https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=107988&oldid=prev Taimdala at 05:04, 17 April 2009 2009-04-17T05:04:55Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:04, 17 April 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l105">Line 105:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 105:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He made down the corridor for the cubby they’d arranged for him and Nika called for <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Frasier</del>, their medic. She quickly cleaned and sheathed her blade, then pulled her bandana from her pocket and wiped the blood off her hands while she waited. She escorted <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Frasier </del>inside when he arrived and went forward to tell her Captain the news about the chip.<br><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He made down the corridor for the cubby they’d arranged for him and Nika called for <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Fraiser</ins>, their medic. She quickly cleaned and sheathed her blade, then pulled her bandana from her pocket and wiped the blood off her hands while she waited. She escorted <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Fraiser </ins>inside when he arrived and went forward to tell her Captain the news about the chip.<br><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[Lighting the Fire Part 1|Part 1]] | [[Lighting the Fire Part 3| Part 3]]</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[Lighting the Fire Part 1|Part 1]] | [[Lighting the Fire Part 3| Part 3]]</div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=106587&oldid=prev Taimdala at 21:41, 29 March 2009 2009-03-29T21:41:52Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 21:41, 29 March 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l29">Line 29:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 29:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer raised a single eyebrow in question, leaving him to explain himself without bothering to frame the query.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer raised a single eyebrow in question, leaving him to explain himself without bothering to frame the query.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He waved her toward the corridor aft. “After you, Ma’am.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He waved her toward the corridor aft. “After you, Ma’am.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slanting a look around the bridge, she didn’t hesitate. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">“Connolly</del>, you have the helm.” And with that, she turned and walked off the bridge. Once in the corridor, she stopped and asked her visitor. “Just what do you need?”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slanting a look around the bridge, she didn’t hesitate. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">“Connelly</ins>, you have the helm.” And with that, she turned and walked off the bridge. Once in the corridor, she stopped and asked her visitor. “Just what do you need?”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I need someone to stand in as a prisoner. Torture by proxy.”<br> </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I need someone to stand in as a prisoner. Torture by proxy.”<br> </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ''Now there’s something you don’t get every day''. “You want to run that by me again?” she demanded. “What the hell for?”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ''Now there’s something you don’t get every day''. “You want to run that by me again?” she demanded. “What the hell for?”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Head job. It’ll take too long to break our man back there physically. I got to crack him some other way. The head’s the quickest way to do it.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Head job. It’ll take too long to break our man back there physically. I got to crack him some other way. The head’s the quickest way to do it.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer wasn’t prone to indecision, and this time was no different. It took her less than two seconds to decide. Poking her head back into the bridge, she called out her orders.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer wasn’t prone to indecision, and this time was no different. It took her less than two seconds to decide. Poking her head back into the bridge, she called out her orders.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">“Connolly</del>, take the conn, too. Nika, with me.” And then she returned to the man standing in the corridor. Michael Carter, she remembered his name, now. She eyed him up and down, took in the sharp hazel eyes and determined chin. She suspected his drawl was as fake as ''Harbinger''’s borrowed pinger. Still, Carter had installed that self-same pinger and it had gotten them out of a jam. He’d extracted a Fed desk weenie across treacherous ground while under fire and harried by airborne pursuit. Not a man to lightly tangle with, nor one to discount out of hand when he requested something. Neither was Nika a lightweight in either department. A good match to the man standing quietly before her, Kramer reckoned. As the tall blonde slipped off the bridge, Kramer made the introductions. “Nika Earhart, Michael Carter. He needs help with his prisoner.” She nodded to them both. “I’ll be on the bridge if you want me.” </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">“Connelly</ins>, take the conn, too. Nika, with me.” And then she returned to the man standing in the corridor. Michael Carter, she remembered his name, now. She eyed him up and down, took in the sharp hazel eyes and determined chin. She suspected his drawl was as fake as ''Harbinger''’s borrowed pinger. Still, Carter had installed that self-same pinger and it had gotten them out of a jam. He’d extracted a Fed desk weenie across treacherous ground while under fire and harried by airborne pursuit. Not a man to lightly tangle with, nor one to discount out of hand when he requested something. Neither was Nika a lightweight in either department. A good match to the man standing quietly before her, Kramer reckoned. As the tall blonde slipped off the bridge, Kramer made the introductions. “Nika Earhart, Michael Carter. He needs help with his prisoner.” She nodded to them both. “I’ll be on the bridge if you want me.” </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “What do you want me to do?” Nika asked Carter, meeting his eye and nodding easily, one soldier to another.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “What do you want me to do?” Nika asked Carter, meeting his eye and nodding easily, one soldier to another.<br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=104520&oldid=prev Taimdala at 15:53, 2 March 2009 2009-03-02T15:53:31Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 15:53, 2 March 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l28">Line 28:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 28:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I mean to find out but I’ll need help from one of your crew.” His reply was just as matter-of-fact as her question, delivered without a flinch despite her best glare. Still polite, but no quarter asked or given.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I mean to find out but I’ll need help from one of your crew.” His reply was just as matter-of-fact as her question, delivered without a flinch despite her best glare. Still polite, but no quarter asked or given.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer raised a single eyebrow in question, leaving him to explain himself without bothering to frame the query.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer raised a single eyebrow in question, leaving him to explain himself without bothering to frame the query.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</del>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He waved her toward the corridor aft. “After you, Ma’am.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He waved her toward the corridor aft. “After you, Ma’am.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slanting a look around the bridge, she didn’t hesitate. “Connolly, you have the helm.” And with that, she turned and walked off the bridge. Once in the corridor, she stopped and asked her visitor. “Just what do you need?”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slanting a look around the bridge, she didn’t hesitate. “Connolly, you have the helm.” And with that, she turned and walked off the bridge. Once in the corridor, she stopped and asked her visitor. “Just what do you need?”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I need someone to stand in as a prisoner. Torture by proxy.”<br> </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I need someone to stand in as a prisoner. Torture by proxy.”<br> </div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=101849&oldid=prev Taimdala at 20:07, 2 February 2009 2009-02-02T20:07:57Z

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Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=101372&oldid=prev Taimdala at 16:32, 29 January 2009 2009-01-29T16:32:30Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 16:32, 29 January 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l101">Line 101:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 101:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Anyway…I still have the intel.” Li said miserably. “I’ve kept my word. I’ve got everything I promised, took it with me. You can have it. Just take it….I don’t want it…My sister died for it and I don’t…I don’t want it…”</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Anyway…I still have the intel.” Li said miserably. “I’ve kept my word. I’ve got everything I promised, took it with me. You can have it. Just take it….I don’t want it…My sister died for it and I don’t…I don’t want it…”</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nika followed Carter out of the airlock at his nod, and waited as he secured the door behind them. When it was shut, he eyed Li through the porthole, regarding the Fed slumped against the bulkhead, emotionally broken and bleeding. Nika held up the bloodied chip. Carter pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and using it as a makeshift glove, gingerly took the chip from her fingers. </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nika followed Carter out of the airlock at his nod, and waited as he secured the door behind them. When it was shut, he eyed Li through the porthole, regarding the Fed slumped against the bulkhead, emotionally broken and bleeding. Nika held up the bloodied chip. Carter pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and using it as a makeshift glove, gingerly took the chip from her fingers.<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><br> </ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What do you think?” he asked her.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What do you think?” he asked her.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=101371&oldid=prev Taimdala at 16:32, 29 January 2009 2009-01-29T16:32:02Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 16:32, 29 January 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l101">Line 101:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 101:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Anyway…I still have the intel.” Li said miserably. “I’ve kept my word. I’ve got everything I promised, took it with me. You can have it. Just take it….I don’t want it…My sister died for it and I don’t…I don’t want it…”</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Anyway…I still have the intel.” Li said miserably. “I’ve kept my word. I’ve got everything I promised, took it with me. You can have it. Just take it….I don’t want it…My sister died for it and I don’t…I don’t want it…”</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nika followed Carter out of the airlock at his nod, and waited as he secured the door behind them. When it was shut, he eyed Li through the porthole, regarding the Fed slumped against the bulkhead, emotionally broken and bleeding. Nika held up the bloodied chip. Carter pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and using it as a makeshift glove, gingerly took the chip from her fingers. “What do you think?” he asked her.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nika followed Carter out of the airlock at his nod, and waited as he secured the door behind them. When it was shut, he eyed Li through the porthole, regarding the Fed slumped against the bulkhead, emotionally broken and bleeding. Nika held up the bloodied chip. Carter pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and using it as a makeshift glove, gingerly took the chip from her fingers. </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</ins>“What do you think?” he asked her.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=101370&oldid=prev Taimdala at 16:29, 29 January 2009 2009-01-29T16:29:47Z

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:37, 29 January 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l97">Line 97:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 97:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “They killed her. Claimed she resisted arrest and tried to escape and they shot her. Shot her in the back as she ran. I….That’s how I found out about the chip. My CO pulled me from my post and very kindly told me the news, saying since I was a command level officer I was cleared to know… He told me about the chip, said it was how they’d caught her. ''Oh, God, they killed her''…she was…she was only twenty, for God’s sake. And they shot her down like a… like a dog…”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “They killed her. Claimed she resisted arrest and tried to escape and they shot her. Shot her in the back as she ran. I….That’s how I found out about the chip. My CO pulled me from my post and very kindly told me the news, saying since I was a command level officer I was cleared to know… He told me about the chip, said it was how they’d caught her. ''Oh, God, they killed her''…she was…she was only twenty, for God’s sake. And they shot her down like a… like a dog…”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Li sagged against the chains and the cuffs, broken by fear and grief, and Mike released him gently. Bile hovered at the back of his throat and he swallowed it down. Pity demanded he leave the man alone to grieve, duty demanded he finish the job.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Li sagged against the chains and the cuffs, broken by fear and grief, and Mike released him gently. Bile hovered at the back of his throat and he swallowed it down. Pity demanded he leave the man alone to grieve, duty demanded he finish the job.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s just one thing, ''mon ami''.” Mike put some steel into his voice and spine. “You knew about the chip before you came callin’ for us. What did you think to do, huh? Lure us in, get us captured, use us to get you off the hook. ''Is that it''?” Mike grabbed a double fistful of Li’s shirt and hauled him upright, glaring at him mere inches from his face. “''All that time I hauled your ass over that damn mountain, they was trackin’ us''—.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s just one thing, ''mon ami''.” Mike put some steel into his voice and spine. “You <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">''</ins>knew<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'' </ins>about the chip before you came callin’ for us. What did you think to do, huh? Lure us in, get us captured, use us to get you off the hook. ''Is that it''?” Mike grabbed a double fistful of Li’s shirt and hauled him upright, glaring at him mere inches from his face. “''All that time I hauled your ass over that damn mountain, they was trackin’ us''—.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “All right! All right! I knew! I knew, okay? ''What the hell was I supposed to do''? I thought if I…if I took a bereavement leave of absence, they’d stop watching me long enough for you to get me out. That’s why we were in the mountains, that’s why I asked for a quick extraction. I …thought it was remote enough, I thought it would work and no one would get hurt…I…”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “All right! All right! I knew! I knew, okay? ''What the hell was I supposed to do''? I thought if I…if I took a bereavement leave of absence, they’d stop watching me long enough for you to get me out. That’s why we were in the mountains, that’s why I asked for a quick extraction. I …thought it was remote enough, I thought it would work and no one would get hurt…I…”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Li ran out of steam and sagged.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Li ran out of steam and sagged.<br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=101153&oldid=prev Taimdala at 23:06, 27 January 2009 2009-01-27T23:06:49Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:06, 27 January 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l105">Line 105:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 105:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He made down the corridor for the cubby they’d arranged for him and Nika called for Frasier, their medic. She quickly cleaned and sheathed her blade, then pulled her bandana from her pocket and wiped the blood off her hands while she waited. She escorted Frasier inside when he arrived and went forward to tell her Captain the news about the chip.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He made down the corridor for the cubby they’d arranged for him and Nika called for Frasier, their medic. She quickly cleaned and sheathed her blade, then pulled her bandana from her pocket and wiped the blood off her hands while she waited. She escorted Frasier inside when he arrived and went forward to tell her Captain the news about the chip.<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><br><br></ins><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[Lighting the Fire Part 1|Part 1]] | [[Lighting the Fire Part 3| Part 3]]</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>[[Lighting the Fire Part 1|Part 1]] | [[Lighting the Fire Part 3| Part 3]]</div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Lighting_the_Fire_Part_2&diff=101152&oldid=prev Taimdala at 23:06, 27 January 2009 2009-01-27T23:06:21Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 23:06, 27 January 2009</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l24">Line 24:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 24:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Stay put,” he growled.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Stay put,” he growled.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After making certain the airlock controls were offline from the inside, Mike left for the bridge, letting the subject sweat it out for a while. What he wanted to do next required permission. He stuck his head inside and scanned the bridge, found the person he was looking for, and strode forward.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After making certain the airlock controls were offline from the inside, Mike left for the bridge, letting the subject sweat it out for a while. What he wanted to do next required permission. He stuck his head inside and scanned the bridge, found the person he was looking for, and strode forward.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Ma’am? Please may I have a word?” His syntax shifted subtly to the higher-toned Old French Creole, even as his manner became polite and deferential to match.<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><br></del></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Ma’am? Please may I have a word?” His syntax shifted subtly to the higher-toned Old French Creole, even as his manner became polite and deferential to match.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When their contact stepped onto the bridge, Kramer turned and pinned him with a stern look. She wasn’t angry, just authoritative when she demanded, “Mister Carter, would you like to tell me what precisely happened down there? That LZ was supposed to be clear.” ''Not that it ever goes the way you plan it''.<br> </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When their contact stepped onto the bridge, Kramer turned and pinned him with a stern look. She wasn’t angry, just authoritative when she demanded, “Mister Carter, would you like to tell me what precisely happened down there? That LZ was supposed to be clear.” ''Not that it ever goes the way you plan it''.<br> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l35">Line 35:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 35:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Head job. It’ll take too long to break our man back there physically. I got to crack him some other way. The head’s the quickest way to do it.”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Head job. It’ll take too long to break our man back there physically. I got to crack him some other way. The head’s the quickest way to do it.”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer wasn’t prone to indecision, and this time was no different. It took her less than two seconds to decide. Poking her head back into the bridge, she called out her orders.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer wasn’t prone to indecision, and this time was no different. It took her less than two seconds to decide. Poking her head back into the bridge, she called out her orders.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Connolly, take the conn, too. Nika, with me.” And then she returned to the man standing in the corridor. Michael Carter, she remembered his name, now. She eyed him up and down, took in the sharp hazel eyes and determined chin. She suspected his drawl was as fake as ''Harbinger''’s borrowed pinger. Still, Carter had installed that self-same pinger and it had gotten them out of a jam. He’d extracted a Fed desk weenie across treacherous ground while under fire and harried by airborne pursuit. Not a man to lightly tangle with, nor one to discount out of hand when he requested something. Neither was Nika a lightweight in either department. A good match to the man standing quietly before her, Kramer reckoned. As the tall blonde slipped off the bridge, Kramer made the introductions. “Nika Earhart, Michael Carter. He needs help with his prisoner.” She nodded to them both. “I’ll be on the bridge if you want me.”<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><br> </del></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Connolly, take the conn, too. Nika, with me.” And then she returned to the man standing in the corridor. Michael Carter, she remembered his name, now. She eyed him up and down, took in the sharp hazel eyes and determined chin. She suspected his drawl was as fake as ''Harbinger''’s borrowed pinger. Still, Carter had installed that self-same pinger and it had gotten them out of a jam. He’d extracted a Fed desk weenie across treacherous ground while under fire and harried by airborne pursuit. Not a man to lightly tangle with, nor one to discount out of hand when he requested something. Neither was Nika a lightweight in either department. A good match to the man standing quietly before her, Kramer reckoned. As the tall blonde slipped off the bridge, Kramer made the introductions. “Nika Earhart, Michael Carter. He needs help with his prisoner.” She nodded to them both. “I’ll be on the bridge if you want me.” </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “What do you want me to do?” Nika asked Carter, meeting his eye and nodding easily, one soldier to another.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “What do you want me to do?” Nika asked Carter, meeting his eye and nodding easily, one soldier to another.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l66">Line 66:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 66:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Help! Somebody?! ''Help''! Don’t let her cut me!” Tears flooded Li’s face as he realized the futility of resisting: handcuffed and chained to a wall, trapped with a knife-wielding woman with a taste for sado-eroticism, he didn’t have a chance. “I’m telling you everything I know, I swear it! On my life, I swear it! Oh, God, please….On my life, I swear it!”<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Help! Somebody?! ''Help''! Don’t let her cut me!” Tears flooded Li’s face as he realized the futility of resisting: handcuffed and chained to a wall, trapped with a knife-wielding woman with a taste for sado-eroticism, he didn’t have a chance. “I’m telling you everything I know, I swear it! On my life, I swear it! Oh, God, please….On my life, I swear it!”<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Your life may well be forfeit if you’re lying.” Nika said silkily and then affected a pout. “It’s a pity I can’t cut out your tongue… but I know exactly how to make you tell us how they found our landing zone,” she husked, leaning in close again, her knife point once more gliding up his leg.<br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Your life may well be forfeit if you’re lying.” Nika said silkily and then affected a pout. “It’s a pity I can’t cut out your tongue… but I know exactly how to make you tell us how they found our landing zone,” she husked, leaning in close again, her knife point once more gliding up his leg.<br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Please, God, don’t let her '''''CUT'''''—!” His scream squeaked to an abrupt halt when her knife found his scrotum. She hadn’t cut him, not yet, but the pressure was sufficient to tear through his trousers. The sound of cloth giving way was loud in sudden silence of the airlock. Nika made her expression positively anticipatory and Li lost it completely: He squealed like a piglet, eyes rolling white, and thrashed in mortal terror.<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"><br></del></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Please, God, don’t let her '''''CUT'''''—!” His scream squeaked to an abrupt halt when her knife found his scrotum. She hadn’t cut him, not yet, but the pressure was sufficient to tear through his trousers. The sound of cloth giving way was loud in sudden silence of the airlock. Nika made her expression positively anticipatory and Li lost it completely: He squealed like a piglet, eyes rolling white, and thrashed in mortal terror.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Stand down, ''cherie''. I told you to sweat him, not slash him.”<br> </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Stand down, ''cherie''. I told you to sweat him, not slash him.”<br> </div></td></tr> </table>

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