I used that intro for my LP that would have been on (the now canceled?) KHV-TV. The resolution for it is pretty damn low though.
Garrett turned his head as the sound of footsteps came near and a young man spoke. "Lieutenant Carrillo." He greeted the lad simply. "Not falling behind in the Zegnart translations are we?" He checked the time by lifting his arm which displayed a digital clock on the palm of his hand. One of the many bonuses of having your arm blown off by alien weaponry was the choice of "upgrades" one could have. With the time in hand, pun intended, he knew that the Lieutenant's break had past and he was already starting to run late for his shift. Raising an eyebrow at the Admiral's joke at his expense he just shrugged it off. He already knew that he was not the easiest person to get along with but being friends with everyone on board was not his duty. He was more concerned with keeping everyone alive and the ship running at peak efficiency. Speaking of which...now that he had seen the time the minutes he had spent with the admiral and greeting her brother had given him little time to return to his own duties. Lecturing the Lieutenant would have to wait for another time. "If you'll excuse me Admiral, I must be tending to a training session now. The rosters will be on your desk this afternoon." He glanced over at Jael as he made for his exit. "I suggest that you return to your duties as well, Lieutenant. Good day." And with that, Garrett left the two to their own devices. SImon raised an eyebrow at Emma's reaction wondering why he needed to conform to anyone's idea of a "mad scientist". Did she really want him going about creating mad abominations of science in a dark dungeon? The ship had no dungeons as far as he knew. Although...Simon almost considered inviting Emma over in the middle of his work with the lighting dimmed while he began to laugh maniacally. Maybe then she would get her wish of seeing him as a mad scientist. "Mm." Was the only semblance of a response he gave to Emma when she gave her own approval of his idea as he was distracted searching for the container with his equipment. With his mind preoccupied he almost did not hear Emma speak up once she found the proper container. He had been kneeling down inspecting the numbers of crates set up on another rack when she found the right one. "You know me, inconveniencing you is what I do bes-" He turned his head to watch as Emma grabbed on to the low shelves to set herself up for climbing to get it. "Waitareyouserious!?" Simon sprinted over towards the girl as imagery of Emma slipping and cracking her skull on the ground came to mind. She may have been a dexterous little thing but that did not mean she got to ignore safety protocols whenever she wanted. Thankfully, as tough as Emma might have grown over the years she was still as light as ever. Simon pried the pilot off the shelf by grabbing her from behind and swung her around to place himself between Emma and the shelf before setting her down on the ground. "You're lucky no one was around. We're supposed to set a good example for the rest of the crew aren't we?" Simon scolded. "I nearly tackled you, Em. You wouldn't be too comfortable being under me if I did that, would you?" He folded his arms though he could hardly bring himself to be mad at her. Simon eyed the container up beyond even his reach and searched the room for a ladder...which was not even five meters away from where the two had been standing. "I'll get the ladder and you can climb it to get the container. Deal?"
Garrett nodded in response to Dania saying nothing else as he took note of the way she held herself as she looked eager to continue on her stroll. Although Garrett might have been considered to be a "cold" man he was far from blind to the stress being in the position of admiral caused. Being responsible for the ship and crew was the duty of the top three officers aboard any ship and it was the one in charge who had to bear the responsibility of any commands given. Though unsure of what purpose joining Dania on her little stroll would do if they were not to speak of their duties he felt obliged to take her up on her offer. He still had a few minutes of free time left before he had to return to his duties. "If you don't mind then, I will join you." He turned to the side allowing the admiral to pass him and take the lead whenever she was ready. Small talk had never been his strong suit even when he was amongst his family but he always managed to speak just enough to avoid seeming rude. Most of the time. "The day has been quite quiet so far. Preliminary scans of the sector have shown little to no activity around Resilient. Times of calm like these offer too much to the imagination of what could happen. I am not particularly fond of the unexpected." Realizing this may not have been the easygoing conversation the admiral might have had in mind for a walk meant to de-stress herself before work he added in, "...But the quiet offers much needed serenity. Especially given the only thing we have to worry about is being attacked by stray dust particles." He ended with a joke though it had been stated quiet plainly. His son had told him over the years to lighten up and although progress had been slow he had grown almost comfortable making jokes again. Simon laughed and glanced over at Emma knowing his theatrics were not going to work on her this time. Normally he would plan on scolding her further and complaining over the state of the crew who went to see him after yesterday's excitement. An elderly man came in with complaints over space sickness and after making an examination he gave a recommendation to his father to reduce the man's on duty hours. Still, if Emma had been a worse pilot there would have been casualties and a small amount of discomfort was a negligible price to pay for keeping a full crew. He knew how much her job meant to her and how stressed she could get over even the slightest mishaps and while it was his job to make sure the entire crew held up okay he never stopped paying close attention to Emma. At least today she seemed fine given her attitude...though he knew her not to be one to come forth with her feelings first. Simon looked away from Emma and forward in the direction they headed as they entered the lift. "Cargo." Simon muttered as the lift accepted his command and began their descent. "Interested in my project, hm? Well my assistant has been collecting the results of..." Simon scratched his chin realizing that he had not shaved in some time. "There were some samples I collected during a mission a few weeks ago. I collected some beans and orchids that matched the descriptions of an edible species on Earth. The tests were to make sure that in trying to concoct something that existed in Earth's past I won't end up killing everyone on the ship by introducing an alien plant aboard the ship. Giving our cook something new to use in his recipes seemed like a good alternative to more rations and more dull food. Of course I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up when I'm still not one hundred percent sure of its edibility..." Simon trailed off as the lift slowed and the doors slid open to allow them to leave. "I'm sorry it's not more interesting. It's no "cure for the common cold" but...well, you know." He shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the lift to walk through the storage containers neatly lined up on their racks. "Hm...mind helping me look for a container labeled...MLE 002S? It should be on the smaller side of things."
Garrett nodded in response to Dania saying nothing else as he took note of the way she held herself as she looked eager to continue on her stroll. Although Garrett might have been considered to be a "cold" man he was far from blind to the stress being in the position of admiral caused. Being responsible for the ship and crew was the duty of the top three officers aboard any ship and it was the one in charge who had to bear the responsibility of any commands given. Though unsure of what purpose joining Dania on her little stroll would do if they were not to speak of their duties he felt obliged to take her up on her offer. He still had a few minutes of free time left before he had to return to his duties. "If you don't mind then, I will join you." He turned to the side allowing the admiral to pass him and take the lead whenever she was ready. Small talk had never been his strong suit even when he was amongst his family but he always managed to speak just enough to avoid seeming rude. Most of the time. "The day has been quite quiet so far. Preliminary scans of the sector have shown little to no activity around Resilient. Times of calm like these offer too much to the imagination of what could happen. I am not particularly fond of the unexpected." Realizing this may not have been the easygoing conversation the admiral might have had in mind for a walk meant to de-stress herself before work he added in, "...But the quiet offers much needed serenity. Especially given the only thing we have to worry about is being attacked by stray dust particles." He ended with a joke though it had been stated quiet plainly. His son had told him over the years to lighten up and although progress had been slow he had grown almost comfortable making jokes again.
Can't imagine this turning out to be very good. We'll never know now though. But thankfully we won't need to live through yet another KH1.
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Simon raised an eyebrow, just a little stunned at Emma's reaction time and her instincts to react. He released her shoulders as Emma put her staff away which collapsed as quickly as it extended midswing. "I'll be sure to tell him you've kept up with your training." Simon spoke lightly a hand slowly reaching for his neck to rub the spot her staff had grazed. It wouldn't leave a mark but it had come close. Simon eyed Emma and smiled faintly. "Come on, walk with me. There's some stuff down in cargo I need to get and I think you could use the exercise with all the sitting and napping you've been doing." He chuckled knowing all too well why her sleep schedule was the way that it was. In fact, he had to adopt the same practice when he became a doctor...not that it was all too different than what he was used to anyway considering he was used to being woken up at odd hours of the night to assist the other medical staff(who were now his assistants). "And as for how I'm doing, I'm okay despite my recent brush with death thanks to a certain redhead. I just thought it would be fun getting the jump on you for a change. Guess I'll have to find other ways of surprising you." He mused as he started towards the door, expecting Emma to follow. With how small the crew was it had always been easy finding time and space to meet up with his friend...although it also meant that nothing ever remained secret. Like the time they had gotten stock in one of the Resilient's vents as children and his father had to drop everything to get them out. As bad as the scolding was the embarrassment was worse still. It took months for people to forget the whole ordeal or at least stop mentioning it. It was a wonder that the two were ever achieved the rank they held now. Emma may have been the one to start trouble more than half the time but he always followed along with it despite being told to look after her. What else was he supposed to do? Resist that look in her eyes she gave him when a mischievous idea popped into her head? "Tomorrow I've got a few physicals to get done for the crew. Unless the admiral and captain decide to put all our lives at risk again I've got a pretty clear schedule for the next few days. Uh...other than a little project I've been working on but the tedious stuff for that was finished days ago. Just waiting on results." Simon reached into his pocket absentmindedly to find that he was still carrying a syringe. Thankfully, it was not as primitive as those that existed in 21st century Earth...at least from what he read. There was no risk of contamination simply by leaving it there and no risk of harm given that injectors no longer had needles. He pulled it out of his pocket and examined it for a moment. "Empty. Oh right. A few of these have worn down too and--well I won't bore you with the details. I sometimes forget I carry my work with me at all times now." He placed the injector back in his pocket. "How are you feeling anyway? Medically I know you're fine, obviously. Hope you're not too bored with the current state of things. I know you like throwing yourself into positions that give me more work to do."
Well then...that certainly beats out any contenders for best post of 2016 around here.
Garrett stretched his right arm out after switching the tablet he was holding to his left hand. Every now and then the pain would come back, a phantom pain of his missing arm, and even though his prosthetic had a limited number of artificial nerves this pain felt far more real than anything else that arm could sense. Still, it was a temporary sensation that went away whenever he stretched and only caused him very little discomfort. The commander shifted in his seat and continued to eye the duty roster displayed on the screen in his hand. There were a few adjustments to be made as some members had become recently promoted and one had even become too elderly to continue on a normal schedule. Work like this had once seemed dull to him when he first took up the position over 20 years ago and, while the work has not suddenly become more interesting, he gained an appreciation for this part of his duties. It was every bit as important or even moreso as his presence on any battlefield. If schedules were not maintained and personnel not rotated the ship's crew would quickly be overworked and overcome by the mundane. Resources would be going to the wrong places when it was not needed and the efficiency of the ship would fall dreadfully low leading to potentially disastrous outcomes in times of crisis. After several more minutes he put down the tablet once he was satisfied with the current order of things. Garrett looked around his office which was rather spartan in design and ran his hand through his glorious beard planning on what would be done next now that his first duty was done. According to the ship's clock there was still time before he was to oversee a training session with some of the ship's security team. He rose from his seat, tablet it hand, and spoke up. "Computer, locate Admiral Carrillo." As there was still time to deliver the roster to the admiral before moving on to his next task he decided to just do it now without wasting any time. Once he obtained the Admiral's location he made his way out of his office and moved quickly to intercept her before he lost track of her and needed the computer's assistance again. Soon enough, he found himself crossing paths with Dania who was on another one of her walks throughout the ship. "Good afternoon, Admiral." He spoke in a reserved tone keeping the gravel in his voice to a minimum. He held out the tablet. "I've updated the duty rosters, do you wish to review them before I implement the changes?" Straight and to the point. Though he may have been willing to make "small talk" with those outranking him he never sought to do so unless conversation was initiated by someone else. "Everything looks organized enough. Still have to bring some supplies from cargo though..." Simon scratched his chin as his eyes went from label to label while taking a mental note of what he needed. Thankfully, none of their medicine needed to be replenished...yet but a few pieces of medical equipment were already beginning to show signs of degradation due to their age and abuse during the last violent encounter with an alien species. Repairing some of the equipment would take time and materials that the Resilient just could not spare but thankfully the equipment that needed to replaced right away had...well, replacements in storage. Simon looked around to the empty beds around him and, knowing there would not be a cataclysmic event requiring his presence, felt it would be fine if he stepped out for a moment to get the stuff himself. He had an assistant anyway to take care of any minor problem that popped out while he was away and an off duty doctor in case there was a serious emergency. "Hold down the fort while I'm out. Heading to the cargo bay to get those medical scanners locked in storage and--" There was no reason for him to list every item he was going to get as the assistant knew exactly what they needed just as well as he did. His assistant waved slightly obviously preoccupied with the results of a test they were running. Taking it as his cue to go Simon left the room and planned on making a small detour on his way to the cargo. His destination was at least on the way down to cargo and as soon as he rounded another corner he came to the doors of the area he wished to enter. He stopped just outside and took a moment to remember what time it was at that moment. A little after noon. She would be off duty by now according to what he remembered. True to what he knew as soon as the doors opened he spotted a lone redhead leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed. This would be all too easy. Keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible as he approached her Simon reached forward and grabbed her shoulders suddenly intending to make her chair lean back past its tipping point to startle her into thinking she was going to fall. "Eyes open, Lieutenant." He spoke in a gruff tone imitating his father's voice when he would scold Emma.
Garrett stretched his right arm out after switching the tablet he was holding to his left hand. Every now and then the pain would come back, a phantom pain of his missing arm, and even though his prosthetic had a limited number of artificial nerves this pain felt far more real than anything else that arm could sense. Still, it was a temporary sensation that went away whenever he stretched and only caused him very little discomfort. The commander shifted in his seat and continued to eye the duty roster displayed on the screen in his hand. There were a few adjustments to be made as some members had become recently promoted and one had even become too elderly to continue on a normal schedule. Work like this had once seemed dull to him when he first took up the position over 20 years ago and, while the work has not suddenly become more interesting, he gained an appreciation for this part of his duties. It was every bit as important or even moreso as his presence on any battlefield. If schedules were not maintained and personnel not rotated the ship's crew would quickly be overworked and overcome by the mundane. Resources would be going to the wrong places when it was not needed and the efficiency of the ship would fall dreadfully low leading to potentially disastrous outcomes in times of crisis. After several more minutes he put down the tablet once he was satisfied with the current order of things. Garrett looked around his office which was rather spartan in design and ran his hand through his glorious beard planning on what would be done next now that his first duty was done. According to the ship's clock there was still time before he was to oversee a training session with some of the ship's security team. He rose from his seat, tablet it hand, and spoke up. "Computer, locate Admiral Carrillo." As there was still time to deliver the roster to the admiral before moving on to his next task he decided to just do it now without wasting any time. Once he obtained the Admiral's location he made his way out of his office and moved quickly to intercept her before he lost track of her and needed the computer's assistance again. Soon enough, he found himself crossing paths with Dania who was on another one of her walks throughout the ship. "Good afternoon, Admiral." He spoke in a reserved tone keeping the gravel in his voice to a minimum. He held out the tablet. "I've updated the duty rosters, do you wish to review them before I implement the changes?" Straight and to the point. Though he may have been willing to make "small talk" with those outranking him he never sought to do so unless conversation was initiated by someone else.
֎Name: Garrett Cartwright ֎Age: 46 ֎Appearance: Here ֎Rank: Commander ֎Job: Handing duty rosters, taking command of field missions, overseeing the safety of the crew, ensuring that the Captain and Admiral do not put themselves in needless danger. ֎Weapon: High energy rifle and standard pistol ֎Personality: Straightforward, strict, and overall very "by the book". Rarely shows any signs of having a sense of humor save for a select few. ֎Bio: Garrett held the position of chief security officer for five years before his promotion, at the time he disputed it and wished to hold his old position, where he has stayed at ever since. He has seen more combat than any other member of the crew and bears the scars to show it. Despite needing both an arm and an eye being replaced by artificial parts he has never allowed any wound to slow him down in his duties. To him, remaining exactly where he is no matter the hardship provides some stability to the ship during troubling times. Despite his devotion to his duties he had still found the time to have a child of his own, Simon. His wife had been killed during a negotiation that had gone south and when his son was old enough to become an official part of the crew Garrett made sure to spare no expense testing the boy with everything he had to ensure his son would be ready for the dangers that were still to come. Garrett has had to be tough on all the younger members of the crew if only because the conditions has begun to make him see them as his children in a way. ֎Relations: Father to Simon. Knows the full names of every member of the Resilient's crew. Is a father figure of sorts to Emma. ֎Name: Simon Cartwright ֎Age: 25 ֎Appearance: Here ֎Rank: Lieutenant Commander ֎Job: Medical Officer ֎Weapon: Refuses to carry one. ֎Personality: Hotheaded and stubborn when it comes to his workspace and easygoing when off duty. ֎Bio: Having lost his mother at a young age the only role model in his life was his father. After finding it impossible to imitate Garrett's work ethic and unable to bond with his father over shared interests as he grew Simon simply accepted being content with just having a father. There had never been an "ah-hah! moment" when he discovered his interest in biology as he simply just gravitated towards that area of study during his readings. Since he has known his father as "Commander Cartwright" for nearly his entire life he had grown accustomed to receiving orders from his father and taking harsher criticisms than others his age. Despite being outranked by his father, being the ship doctor does grant him with special privileges such as being able to order his superior officers for examinations--a perk he takes much pleasure from. ֎Relations: Son of Garrett. Casually knows most of the crew. Knows the others by name...and medical history. Childhood friends with Emma.
Still messing about with my setups on a few of these(except Treasure Trove) but... Spoiler: Starlight Spoiler: Treasure Trove Spoiler: Lady Luck Spoiler: Three Wishes Spoiler: Olympia Spoiler: Divine Rose Spoiler: Moogle O' Glory
Spoiler If Ardyn's words are to be believed, technically he killed off the Izunia bloodline. The Lucian bloodline ended with Ardyn, not Noctis. "You'll never guess who the Izunias were" can be taken to mean that Noctis's ancestors stole Ardyn's family name to wipe him out from history.
Still gotta do a lot of optional stuff but I finished this game tonight. All I can say is that it was worth the wait. Even though I have some complaints about the game it was seriously one of the best games I've played with some extremely epic set pieces. Plenty of side characters needed more background but since the story is all from Noctis's point of view... I can see why they just disappear and die off screen so I guess it makes sense.
Surprised my joke suggestion "I'm a weenie" got so many votes. Nice.
Almost there.
Just keep swimming just keep swimming...
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