Avian Gamers Network

<<It is a cold and dreary night on Naboo as an Imperial Shuttle lands 5,000 meters from the Avian buildings. A cloaked figure exits from it. The cloaked figure looks through his electro-noculors and sees the vastness of the lands of Avian and admires everything about it.>>

<<speaking in a deep tone in his voice>>
Daedelus: "I wonder if I should visit them? Its been almost a year since I foolishly quiet Avian. It keeps going through my head that night does. I still have no clue as to why I quit in such haste."

<<a vehicle approaches with it's sirens blaring and it looks like it belongs to the Avian Security Division>>

Daedelus: "I wonder who that could be, will they even recognize an old friend?"

"Mr. Rendarious," a voice greets from the shadows. But the security vehicle has not yet arrived. An elderly Mon Calamari steps out from the shadows, nodding gravely.
"It's been quite some time. I didn't expect to see you here, but then I haven't had much time to stay in touch with our friends in Avian myself. I was just passing by myself. Good luck with the security. Avian's not as you left it, but it's still a good group. Enjoy your stay." With another nod, he passes back into the shadows, only the low sound of a repulsorlift vehicle marking his exit.

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65 min: Fastest Accepted Member in Avian History (as far as I'm aware)
ARCHITECH (Peace to GG)

The security vehicle in question ceases blaring its sirens, but continues it slow approach to the hooded figure standing in anticipation. As it approaches, it begins to coast to a slow stop, but comes to an ubrubt halt as it makes impact with a bumper-high boulder jutting from the ground. Nightspiders angry at being disturbed scurry in every direction as steam rises from the front of the vehicle.

An armored boot appears as the door of the security vehicle pops open. Just as the black pants with the blood-red stripe up the leg becomes visible, a laser bolt erupts from the door openning, and impacts with one of the nightspiders. The bolt is followed by four more quick shots and four more nightspiders splatter as the rest of the man exits the vehicle, muttering something about "damn creepy crawly things."

Distractedly, Ta'lon Prestok focuses his attention on the hooded figure and forces a smile. Approaching the man, he extends his hand in greeting, "Ta'lon Prestok. Nice to meet you... er.. uh...."

"Daedelus Rendarious," the cloaked man replies on cue.

"Right. Well, one second while I figure this thing out," Prestok says while extracting a security datapad from the inside breast pocket of his black leather jacket. He continues as he punches buttons on the pad, "Don't usually do this security stuff, but seems our security staff is a bit... thin... at the moment." At this point, his brow furrows in concentration, or a bit of confusion, it is unclear which. "Alrighty then...," he says dismissively and quickly ejects the datadisk from the pad and hands it to the cloaked figure. "Your file just says to deliver that to you, if you were to ever show up again."

The cloaked man transfers the disk to his own datapad and glances down at the pad in haste to recieve his "eyes only" message. The message is much shorter than he expects. It reads simply.....

"You're a nut."

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"Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages, are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure them general favor; a long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defence of custom. But the tumult soon subsides." - Thomas Paine, Common Sense

ROFL

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SW:TOR - Mantison Gunslinger, Ironmant Trooper, Manni Jedi Knight
WoW - Dalaran - Manni 85 Mage, Ironmant 83 Warrior, Mantison 80 Hunter
SWG - Chilastra Retired Mantison, Commando / TKA Master aka Trogdor !!!!

Another security vehicle approaches with just its lights on.The door opens and out comes a green scaley Trandoshan (Baslo) in a green cloak.

I get out of my vehicle right as I see this cloaked individual reading something from a datapad with a puzzled look on his face. "Hi Ta'lon everything under control?" I squint to see exactly who it is that Ta'lon had pulled over. "Is that Dae... Daedelus? Daedelus Rendarious?? Well, its been sometime since we've seen you around here. Oh, Ta'lon did you get my message to you?" Just then Baslo gets close enough to see what Daedelus is reading. With a puzzled look Baslo says "Um, why is he reading the message I sent to you? You must still be hungover from last night. Last night at the cantina you were going crazy talking about a Twi'lek with an extremely long lekku and a Bothan the size of a credit, and what would happen if they had a child. I would rather not say what you came up with." "Anyways Mr. Rendarious, Im glad to see you stopped by again and hope that you don't become a stranger again.

Baslo waves to Daedelus "Well, I must be going, It was good to see you again I just got a call that a nuna has crawled up the drain of PA and is making the toilet hard to use especially seeing a face of a nuna sticking out at you." As baslo returns to his car he mutters "I wish there were plumbers here I hate always havig to do this." Baslo turns off his lights and heads in the direction of the Hall.

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Former Section 7 Director

<<as I view the lands through my electro-noculars I hear the voice of an elderly Mon Calamari coming from the shadows and I'm barely able to see him because I have my Imperial Shuttle's landing lights on. I am glad someone who is familiar to me recognizes me and is friendly.>>

<<always talking in a dark tone of voice>>
Daedelus: "Who's there?", I say a bit surprised but then I recognize that it is Onto. "Yes, it has been a long time indeed, fear not for I have been paying attention since my permanent leave of absence...watching old friends...disappear from the Avian membership for lack of participation."

<<As I hear Onto's hovercraft leave, Ta'lon's vehicle approaches and I read the "Eyes Only" datapad. Looks up my database and finds Ta'lon as a person who wanted to join my now defunct PA called "Daedelus Systems, Inc.">>

Daedelus: "Ta'lon is it? I see that you are still mad that you were denied enterance into my Guild a while back. It's kind of ironic that had I let you in, you could not be on the Board of Directors of Avian....so I think I did you the biggest favor in the Galaxy by not letting you in my guild.

<<looks at Ta'lon sternly as Baslo walks up and reads the classified datapad>>
Daedelus: "Why hello Baslo, it's very good to see an old friend....Board of Directors, eh....now that is impressive, I didn't know you had it in you. Might I ask why Ta'lon gave this 'memo' to me?"

<<learns that the memo was meant for Ta'lon>>
Daedelus: "Ah, well that explains everything."

<<as Baslo leaves to report to another call, I shake his hand and nod approvingly....then I look back at Ta'lon.>>
Daedelus: "Mr. Prestok, I do hope you recover from your hangover soon, being a member of the Board of Directors is not to be taken so lightly. Now, if you will excuse me I am going to the local cantina in Avian. I have some people, who are sober, whom I would like to speak to."

<<then a hoverbike similar to Darth Maul's lowers from the cargo hold of the Imperial Shuttle and it moves slowly towards me and then I get on it.>>

Daedelus: "Now if there is nothing else that you need from me, I'm going to the cantina and please do not enter my shuttle, I'd hate to see you get executed by my Imperial Stormtroopers."

<<I leave on the hoverbike, the cargo hold elevator rises and the door of the Imperial Shuttle closes. Although you can't see the deadly occupants of the Shuttle with the landing lights on, they are watching.>>

The night darkens and rain begins to drain from the clouds above. As the excitement dies down, a roaring voice is heard from the treetops at the edge of the settlement...

"It's called a cantina, you nut!"

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:: Orbital :: Section Three ::

Official Avian Mascot - Sock Puppet
Board of Directors - Ex-Chairman

<<as I ride my hoverbike down the darkened streets at a leisurely pace I take a look at all the businesses that have been established and just ride to my hearts content until I end up in a cantina owned by a Section 5 member. I sit in the darkened area of the cantina so that I don't get noticed by anyone who was annoying to me when I was a member of Avian>>

Daedelus: "I'll take an ale, please." I say to the adorable waitress.

<<as I wait for my drink while sitting at a table that seats 6 patrons, I look around the room and listen to the music being played>>

<<I drink my ale and as the hours go by I find myself a bit dizzy. I don't know how I became dizzy just from drinking ale but then as I look to the lady that has served me my drinks I see that she is with a smiling Cetera. I then look up on the wall enterance of the place and find that I am in a cantina owned by Cetera who is one of the nine people I wanted to avoid most of all because we hate each other. It also helps that he voted me out when I wanted to re-apply to Avian in November 2002.>>

Daedelus: <<whispers>> "Owned by Cetera & Company? Sheesh....I wonder who would want to be partners with him."

<<looks at the two bouncers approaching and notice they look a bit familiar as they are all from Section V>>

Daedelus: "Can I help you guys with something?"

Zabrak Bouncer #1: "Management reserves the right to refuse service to anyone at anytime for any reason or ....in your case....no reason. We are here to inform you to get out of town or we will toss you out."

Daedelus: "I'm going to leave soon but not now."

Zabrak Bouncer #2: "Lovely....looks we have a live one...I say it's time to toss the trash."

<<I find myself being escorted out of the cantina by Cetera's bouncers, then when the door closes I find that I am surrounded by many of the Avians, with the most annoying ones in front and the ones who like me either in the background keeping their distance or are not present.>>

Daedelus: "Why....hello, I see that news travels quickly about my presence."

<<waits for someone to talk>>

Greetings Daedelus. I am Bossman Intrepid.

<<extends his hand to the miffed-after-being-thrown-out-of-the-cantina traveler>>

Many of my PA-mates seem to recognize you, but I must say that your face is unfamiliar to me... Wouldn't you enlighten me a bit about what brings you to our beautiful city?

Sorry, by the way, about the rude welcoming. Some people can be rude; I, however, am willing to listen to anyone with bulging pockets and a story to tell.

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Bossman Intrepid
Director, Section 2
Future President, Corellia Tiki-Style Tavern Embellishments
Golga Bolg for mayor!

<<after walking past the annoying members of Avian...ie the 8 BoD members who voted down my 2nd application to join Avian during November 2002....I greet Bossman Intrepid>>

Daedelus: "Good evening Mr. Intrepid, I'll talk to you later if that is ok, I wouldn't want you to get hurt in this crowd."

<<looks both ways to make sure no one is looking and drops a communication device in Bossman's pocket but in such a way as to make it look like someone bumped me and I bumped Bossman. Bossman leaves the scene and hears buzzing coming from his pocket, he feels a device in his right pocket and picks up the device and clips on the earpeice part of the device and then the conversation begins. I walk to another cantina owned by ....a friend....>>

Daedelus: "Hello Bossman, good evening....sorry for being so secretive about this conversation, I wouldn't want you to be expelled for talking to me or anything. You have a data disk in your other pocket, scan it and you will know why so few Avian members are willing to talk to me since I have arrived."

<<Bossman scans the disk with his datapad and finds various Newsreports talking about a classified memo about a reward given to the female Avian members who give photographs of themselves to Daedelus, the reward was so outragously high that it was questionable as to how this reward was going to be paid.>>

<<The memo was closed by a BoD member within hours but a repost of the memo caused 195 members to respond negatively from the repost and an investigation proceeded. Files indicate that of the 200 members who read the memo in question, only a select few thought that Daedelus shouldn't be tossed from Avian.>>

<<His behavior in the past is less than stellar by the Avian BoD, let alone the members of Avian. It's unknown why Section V is known as "The Nut House Section" but it's clear that this section has the most unstable members of all the Sections...combined.>>

<<Daedelus is tipped off that the BoD is about to expel him from Avian within days and resigns on his own terms on October 20, 2002 during the investigation about the memo. It is reported that Cetera, who was a BoD at the time in Section V, was 'extremely happy' that a troublemaker within his Section took his advice and decided to shut-up permanently.>>

<<It is rumored that during the BoD elections that Daedelus was more than miffed when only a few of the Section V members voted. Antan Karmola and Cetera were in a tie and Cetera won the tie-breaker vote using every other Section, minus Section V.>>

<<There was no comment from Daedelus as to why he sent his resignation to Romsuiag, the Chairman of the BoD at the time, due to his self-exile from Avian for a period of 4 months. He would reappear for a week and then disappear from the face of the galaxy.>>

<<Since the BoD of Avian rejected his 2nd application 8-0, with one non-present, on November 27, 2003 he is banned from rejoining Avian as a full member and his access to the forums is limited to the open forums.>>

<<News reports of Daedelus joining The Consortium under a covert name of 'Mantizor Thrax' are unsubstantiated but a member of Avian, who requests that she not to be identified says, "Daedelus had been using the name Mantizor Thrax for quite some time during 2002 and even mentions that they are cousins within the 'member's only' story-telling section of Avian. Had more people read this section and if TCON had a spy within Avian, not counting Daedelus, it seems that The Consortium would have been tipped-off sooner">>

<<While using his covert name 'Mantizor Thrax', which he joined in late May 2002 after seeing a former member of The Consortium tip us off to their existance gave us a warning about 'war between the guilds'. Knowing that war between two neutral guilds is not a good thing he ran for office in TCON and gained the position of External Security Officer as a way to keep an eye on The Consortium.>>

<<From August 2002 to November 4, 2002 he was the ESO of The Consortium under the name Mantizor Thrax. How exactly The Consortium was tipped off that Daedelus and Mantizor were one and the same is unclear as The Consortium doesn't comment on Internal Security matters. When we asked TCON why it took so long to find out about the spy within their guild, they would only say that the 'Security Division has been re-organized with only trusted members'>>

<<Questions to the Avian leadership as to whether spying on other guilds is permitted under the 'rules of engagement' were answered by an unidentified source,"Spying is not allowed under any circumstances and we disavow any knowledge of a member who has successfully entered a 'target' guild for the purpose of 'recon activities'.>>

<<Clearly the person in question is very creative at the technical aspects of manipulation and by being the External Security Officer of The Consortium, he was able to control who leads the Spying activities within that guild even though spying wasn't sanctioned by The Consortium either.>>

<<From August 2002 to November 4, 2002 he was the ESO of The Consortium under the name Mantizor Thrax. How exactly The Consortium was tipped off that Daedelus and Mantizor were one and the same is unclear as The Consortium doesn't comment on Internal Security matters. When we asked TCON why it took so long to find out about the spy within their guild, they would only say that the 'Security Division has been re-organized with only trusted members'>>

A recent news additon reports that the above incident was a Joint operations take down. A unnamed member of the BoD has stated "Avian at no time has encouraged or allowed spying or anyother greifing like activites to be undertaken by any avians. We are pleased that the result of finding a double agent in both of our mist has increased TCON, and Avians Bond of Friendship, and only hope we can work together again someday, for the betterment of both our PA's.

This in the Avian Nightly news signing off.

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Ryric Krael
Former Vice President AGN
Former Director, Section 6
Former Head of Department of the Treasury
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Ask not what your PA can do for you, but what you can do for your PA
"Gone Section Five"

<<while I'm in the cantina which is owned by an undisclosed BoD of Avian I watch the news that my data disk which was given to Mr. Bossman Intrepid in good faith is now being broadcast on the Avian Nightly News....>>

Daedelus:<<whispering>>"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk....Well, looks like I won't be trusting any Avian Board of Directors any longer."

<<sends a holonet message to Mr. Bossman Intrepid, the Section II BoD, asking how my data disk ended up on the Avian Nightly News so quickly. Then drinks some more ale.>>

<<Checks Holonet>>

Hmm..

<<Sends Message>>

Message: The walls have ears, Mr. Rendarious. The walls have ears....

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Bossman Intrepid
Director, Section 2
Future President, Corellia Tiki-Style Tavern Embellishments
Golga Bolg for mayor!

<<gives the waitress a 15% tip, leaves the cantina and travels on his hoverbike to his Imperial Shuttle. The hoverbike is stowed in the cargo hold of the Shuttle and walks up the Imperial ramp>>

Imperial Pilot:"Sir, did you have fun?"

Daedelus:"Let's go, Captain."

<<the Imperial Shuttle takes off heads out into space>>

<<The Imperial Shuttle enters hyperspace to an undisclosed location>>

OOC: The End

Attention Avian,

The mouse droid I build to run The Avian Nightly News has had a small interuption in service. It appears that I built the thing with an old personality chip running MSE Windows XP... and that puppy has more security holes in it that an Imperial Casdet Camp.

Unfortunately, when I tried to /tellnet into it and download the latest patch, I think I accidently crashed Chilastra, too.

Please pardon the inconvienience. May I also request a 100cr payment from the BoD to upgrade this model?

--Yak

The Bothan slowly pulled his eyes away from the dreamstate monitors.

"Whatever joy juice this guy's been consuming should be either be illegal or given freely to the entire galaxy. I've yet to see another being with such detailed and maniacal egoistic dreams. They change even as you watch the playback...odd."

He looked down at the figure, physically and chemically restrained though there hardly seemed to be a reason for it. The broken body before him was pulled from a crashed Imperial shuttle, crashing quite dramatically after it sucked a flewt into it's ventral port.

The injuries sustained by the sole occupant of the shuttle were such that he could no longer walk, talk or see. A ventilator was assisting him breathe.

"Too bad Avian never built a bacta tank. The rest of his life may not have been history."

The bothan's fur rippled and seemed to lose a bit of it's sheen, going dull in pity for the broken life before him. He finally turned, dimmed the lights and left the med cell.

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Liro
"The english language is not a wedding gown, it doesn't get better the more lace you add. It is instead a thong. Less is more." From /.
I need to remind myself of this regularly.

LOL!

and what's this about me trying to join your PA??? I think you may have me (as well as a great many other things) confused with something else.

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"Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages, are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure them general favor; a long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defence of custom. But the tumult soon subsides." - Thomas Paine, Common Sense

Please don't send me more e-mails Daed, just post here. I'll read it.

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- Wiegraf Terrik
SWG: Human Commando/Pistoleer
WoW: Dwarvish Rogue (Herbalism/Alchemy)
EQII: Alazin, High Elf Wizard

Former Section 4 Director

"Please, if anyone were to play Obi-Wan it would be me, with the 'Luke, Luke save me' and the lightsabers going 'Vvvwiinnngg, vvwinggg, vvvWING!' -- Professor Frink

You can send me emails if you want.

Leave your ego at the city gates, there's no room for it in here!

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X2-PB

Pathfinder Kingmaker Campaign:
Gednan Malithanar - Wizard (1)
Dukin Thunderstrike - Ranger (1)

Star Citizen: - https://www.robertsspaceindustries.com/
AntanKarmola on their forums

Star Wars: The Old Republic: - Not really playing
Antare Karmola - Jedi Guardian (32)
Antan Karmola - Jedi Shadow (21)
Arianae Karmola - Gunslinger (20)

Whoa. I want emails.

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65 min: Fastest Accepted Member in Avian History (as far as I'm aware)
ARCHITECH (Peace to GG)

The story continues at The Mana'tico Restaurant