The Operative: Fires of Revolution (Scifi WIP) (Updated 10/8/2018)

gender-choice
science-fiction

#715

Will there be more weapon options.


#716

My car broke down in the middle of nowhere so my update will be delayed a day or so :neutral_face:


#717

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! crushes all nearby medidroids

But seriously, take your time, real life comes first, bud!


#718

I cant save game,is it some kind of error?


#719

That sucks now how it feels


#720

@Tom1
It’s been an on and off error with the code. I’ll look into fixing it.


#721

Hey how was your car ?? :-):grinning:


#722

Several hoses had become unhooked and the entire steering had to be replaced. lol but it runs now at least haha


#723

Great to know everything is fine now :slight_smile:


#724

here is a scene with no context yay! Lol

“When do you think you will release the casualty numbers?” Muldoon asks Pavlov, looking at him curiously.

“We won’t,” Pavlov responds, raising an eyebrow, correction, his one eyebrow “you knew that answer already Ken. It’s bad for state morale.”

Muldoon makes an indignant face before looking back at his cards.

“The families will know, they will talk.” He mutters.

“Maybe, maybe not. If they do we can write it off as emotional outbursts, they are directing their anger at the state.”
Pavlov says without hesitation before pausing at his own words. “It’s not right, but it works, it keeps it together. We need that more then ever, you know that.”

“I know,” Muldoon says, grinning at Elia suddenly “I’m calling your bluff boss, pair of jacks.”

The admiral looks at him with a predatory gaze.

“Close but not quite. Pair of queens.” She says slamming the cards down on the table before taking a swing of Coffee.

“Looks like you called wrong,” Elia says grinning as she scoops the poker chips to her side of the table “maybe next time just bow out.”

The other at the table laugh, shaking their heads at her, you just quietly watch over her shoulder at the games unfold.

Captain Schofield quietly turns in several cards before taking a sip of Scotch, his eyes looking at you and then back at his cards.

“How is your father doing Muldoon?” Schofield asks suddenly, interrupting the silent stare down that had been continuously going between rounds.

The balding Muldoon glances at Schofield before shrugging.

“He’s managing, he should be on a shuttle to Regis Prime Medical Institute right now, the admiralty is helping me with the bill and hopefully he will be feeling better soon.” He says trying his best to sound confident.

“If you ever need help…” Elia begins, not taking her eyes off the cards.

“No.”

The admiral puts down her cards for a moment, giving Muldoon a look screaming, I’m serious.

“You should have those two marines attached to you join us Operative,” Pavlov chuckles “maybe they will add a more cheery tone to our conversations.”

“Doubtful” they all voice at once before giving off another round of laughter.

It’s nice, though you can’t help but note the many empty spaces at a large table that used to seat over fifteen people. Reduced to so few…


#725

Huh? Which one does this scene belongs to? The Operatives or the other one?


#726

Random scene from my notes for the operative