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Sianni yawns openly. "Time to check this out in person. There's nothing to be learned from staring at the station on the screen." Anticipating Hawke's inevitable reply, she simply wags a lek at him without even looking. "Nope, not even with your precious sensors. It's like dealing with a Hutt...

For a moment Keane considers going after the fleeing gang members and finishing this the right way, but he quickly drops the thought. This group wasn't anything like his old squad and survival always takes precedence. Dropping to one knee next to the man felled by Jacques [Ganger 5], he checks...

I'll gladly offer my assistance if needed. In the past I've helped with character creation via email in cases like this both here and on other boards, so we should be able to cover you, Warshrike.

I have to say that I'd be interested as well. Bought the Ultimate Edition, but never got around to actually do anything with it.

Meh. Filing his bad shooting away for later review, Keane adjusts his aim and fires his right-hand ion pistol at the man now attacking Pale Jaguar while his left targets the one firing at the cover team. OoC: Full action to fire both Ion pistols with Improved Two-Weapon Attack (Rolls not...

The fight is on so there is nothing more to say. Still intent on maintaining his dervish-like apporach of diving into the enemies' midst and engaging them all, Keane spreads his fire out to cover those not already engaging him. OoC: Full action to fire both Ion pistols with Improved...

Keane grimaces as the plasma bolt shoots past him. Someone behind him had a very itchy trigger figger. With but a thought he commits the corresponding sensor data from his armor to memory to make sure he will get the right man or woman to chew out later. With no time to deploy the targeting...

Miniature shapes and symbols of light start to flare up in Keane's eyes as his armor relays the information via the cybernetic link. As he drops into his crouching stance, Keane signals the rest of the group to take no aggressive activity - only to realize a bit belatedly that his CAT commando...

" 'Hope springs eternal in the human breast' - but who knows if you got an Alexander Pope where you come from. The point is, some spend their dying time trying to find a way to stave off what they've rightfully reaped, others are trying to catch one last episode of CSI: Haven. To each his own, I...

"Really that odd? How would you decide to go out - spending the remaining time to brood over useless formulas to avert your inevitable death? I've seen the bodies of those who did that and they did not appear to have died any easier for it." Keane replies casually while jogging through the...

"No, the main difference is that where I come from self-proclaimed intelligence follows hand in hand with being dead, a development I find it hard to disagree with," Keane replies easily. "But we have more important things to deal with, like ... " For a moment Keane's face goes blank as he...

"You disappoint me gravely, Brainiac," Keane laughs from his crouching position he had immediately assumed upon arrival in this new world. "I had always thought that intellectuals think easy banter to be their very domain ... well, that and being stuffed into lockers, but what do I get? Nothing...

Oops! Duly noted. :) But since he has to latch onto something for his nicknames, the stripes just make for a better target than her nore recent talons. ('Clawy' ?) ;) Keane grins broadly in reply, especially since he had for a moment considered the possibility of her jumping him for that...

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner! Congratulations, Braniac, you just made it onto my 'to watch' list. Keane lays his hand on the Ranger's shoulder in a friendly, non-threatening way. "You seem to operate under a number of misapprehensions here, my friend. First, those assembled within this...

"Hrrrn," Keane groans as he slowly (and awkwardly) gets up again. "Don't worry your head off, oh pretty good one, I'm not in the habit of forgetting my own words. And if my life is in danger - again - I will rely on myself, thank you very much."

"Hola, Padrone! Are you trying to force-recuit me, or what?" Keane inquires from his sitting position, the sudden turn of events getting nothing more than a short wink out of him.

Casually flicking an eye open, Keane Sorutu turned his head towards the man he had already marked as an egghead. Though his earlier guess had just been proved correct, Keane hadn't really counted on this despicable trade being his forte. In fact, he had been dearly hoping to have left that...

Keane doesn't even bother to open his eyes as he adds his own piece. "Cooler heads prevailed. Wise decision, that. I am Keane Sorutu, 2nd Lieutenant in the Greater United States of North America Armed Forces, commanding officer of CAT Team 16, commanding officer of CIF 4 as recognized by the...

Keane grinned broadly in reply. "New York was taken out by a Treptow device. Multiple warheads, 10 Megatons each. Not really a good place to live these days. ... But I'm sure I'll get my answers in time." As he listened to the mutated giant and what appeared to be some sort of egghead, Keane...

Keane smiled condescendingly at the Frenchman's (and what else could he be) behaviour as he rose back to his feet. He rememebered all those theories about how isolated groups would go through some sort of social degeneration, but back to the Middle Ages was nothing but laughable. Into another...