<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:48:13.460-07:00</updated><category term='mad science'/><category term='Obolensky'/><category term='Relay for Life'/><category term='stargate'/><category term='stempunk'/><category term='doctor who'/><category term='New Babbage'/><category term='steampunk'/><category term='gallifrey'/><category term='tardis'/><category term='Dalek'/><category term='time war'/><category term='time lords'/><category term='babbage'/><category term='House Dromian'/><title type='text'>Time Logs from the Type 85</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-7477487113023498652</id><published>2010-06-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:12:28.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steampunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Babbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relay for Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad science'/><title type='text'>Conspiracy Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478779444654591426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/TAiI4IlZTcI/AAAAAAAAADw/lxskxDPJrIE/s320/raidafter_002.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that I can't stay away from trouble for any long period of time. *chuckles* I returned to the city of New Babbage one more to find it only slightly changed from how it had been when I last left, but one of the changes was not for the better, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steamweaver&lt;/span&gt; company, led by one Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steamweaver&lt;/span&gt;, of course, in a twisted vision of 'progress' had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;built&lt;/span&gt; a building known as the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atheum&lt;/span&gt;, containing a large machine, the purpose of which was to read the information on a large quantity of books and convert and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;input&lt;/span&gt; it into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;punch card&lt;/span&gt; format. While this on its own was rather harmless, the primary method of fueling this machine was to burn the books after it was done reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, this raised moral objections in several &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Babbagers&lt;/span&gt;, led by Ms. Bookworm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hienrichs&lt;/span&gt;, decided to take action. With diplomatic avenues for attempting to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steamweaver&lt;/span&gt; to shut down, or at least alter, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atheum&lt;/span&gt; having been exhausted, Ms &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hienrichs&lt;/span&gt; decided to organize a more direct approach. A group of citizens (accompanied by myself) kept watch outside the building while one of her associates proceeded to sabotage the machine. During the operation, I helped Ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hienrichs&lt;/span&gt; rescue some of the more rarer tomes by replacing them with more common books, and then rearranging the orderly shelves enough that it would take them some time to discover the...removal, if they did at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, it seemed that despite the sabotage, Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steamweaver&lt;/span&gt; would not give up so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478779454579964930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/TAiI4tjyfAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/klhHZTkjh7Q/s320/Poster_001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it seemed he was determined to keep the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atheum&lt;/span&gt; running, it followed that we may have to try again. However, I am not sure how far any planning went or if more peaceful methods were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;employed&lt;/span&gt;, because the next I heard, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steamweaver&lt;/span&gt; had issued a challenge! If Ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hienrichs&lt;/span&gt; could managed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;raise&lt;/span&gt; L$10,000 for the local charity before the end of the weekend (the challenge was issued on a Friday I believe), he would not only suspend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atheum&lt;/span&gt; operations, but would MATCH the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; raised out of his own pockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe he thought that she would be unable to meet this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;...he was VERY wrong I am pleased to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478779463597644834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/TAiI5PJxXCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U9e2Hie19A4/s320/Knee+Party_001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing an impromptu street party outside the building in question, our little group, as well as many others, not only matched the amount specified, but, as of the final report, more than TRIPLED it. Needless to say, Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steamweaver&lt;/span&gt; was probably not very happy about this, considering he would be forced to match the amount, and shutdown the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atheum&lt;/span&gt;, hopefully once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-7477487113023498652?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/7477487113023498652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/06/conspiracy-parties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7477487113023498652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7477487113023498652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/06/conspiracy-parties.html' title='Conspiracy Parties'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/TAiI4IlZTcI/AAAAAAAAADw/lxskxDPJrIE/s72-c/raidafter_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-4992055618391552413</id><published>2010-05-14T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:17:25.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stargate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallifrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time lords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>What I Did On My Spring Break...</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I made an entry, eh? Well, been a lot of stuff happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it all started with the Dalek I mentioned last time. It ambushed me during a takeoff in Caledon, popped right into the 85 behind me... It identified itself as Serrao, and demanded I take it to the coordinates of a Dalek signal it had detected. Naturally, I had no intention of doing so, and managed to activate the temporal grace defenses before it could open fire. Then I disabled the external shields and opened the doors, blowing it out into the vortex...along with myself, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471560345065739746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/S-7jJO7B1eI/AAAAAAAAADo/-wl3V1jwKrI/s320/Serrao_002.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is, that judging by its casing, it came from somewhere pre-time war. I've never seen a Dalek like that in SL space, at least the ones that were a threat a while back all seemed to be time-war varient Daleks. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it...and I really need to note that one of the worst things you can do is toss a Dalek into the vortex. Their casings allow them to survive what would normally kill other species, so all I did was cause Serrao to end up in some random location in some random time period, and that's assuming it didn't have any time travel technology built in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said, that wasn't the end of it. A couple weeks later I was exploring a planet named Splintered Rock. Nice place, lots of sand (Second note: Never again use a fan powered hover vehicle on a desert planet). Anyway, I was there because I received a tip that something strange was going on out in the deep desert. It turns out, Serrao had ended up here and had gotten the equipment together to go play in the sand...and unearth a crashed Dalek warship. Of course, I didn't know it was Serrao at the time, or even what was going on, really. But I kind of got a big hint when I saw a saucer rising out of the dunes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471265774251228690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/S-3XO9H_PhI/AAAAAAAAADY/BY058neRF9E/s320/Dalek+Ship_001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to stop that ship before it reached any of the settlements, or made an attempt to escape. Unfortunately, the downside to a Type 85 TTC is that is was designed for exploration, thus very little in the way of offensive systems, and I didn't really have anything on hand capable of taking down a Dalek ship...so I improvised. I blew full steam back to the spaceport where I'd left the 85 (again, NO more fans on sand) and rushed down to the gateroom. Like I said, no weapons on hand, but one thing I could turn into a massive bomb, the alteran stargate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was already connected to the 85's power, of course, but now I needed to throw that link wide open, critically overload the naqudah it was mostly made of, and blow it sky high...hopefully after I'd gotten it off the ship. So after I'd set that to build up, I took off and rematerialized aboard the saucer, where I confronted Serrao. I got lucky, I admit that. It'd had to hook itself into the ship to be able to control it alone, and thus was unable to bring its gun to bear at the time. Long mutually threatening and insultful conversation short, it revealed what I already suspected about how it had arrived here, my fault. More concerning was the fact that it revealed that the saucer wasn't the original signal he had been looking for in our earlier encounter, it was something he had found here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of small muffled explosions from the 85 cut any further talks short. In my rush to put my plan together, I'd forgotten to properly guard against power feedback from the gate, and it was playing all sorts of havoc...and leaking enough energy to let Serrao in on what I was doing. While it began to disconnect from the saucer, I made a break for the 85 and dematerialized...leaving the gate behind. The resulting explosion was a sight to see. As it was, with half its systems damaged from the feedback, the 85 barely managed to get us away, and I don't know for sure what happened to the Dalek. We managed to limp back to New Gallifrey, where the 85 was able to begin its regeneration, restricting me to time ring and stargate(not my own unfortunately, blew it up, remember?) travel for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471559820585244802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/S-7iqtFImII/AAAAAAAAADg/YGP-jlEPtxA/s320/Type+85+mk2_001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though now minus a stargate and gateroom because of the resulting damage, the 85 is back up and running again with a splendid new 'desktop theme' as you can see. Hopefully Serrao went down with his ship, but we'll see. In the meantime, I'm heading back to the steamlands for some more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-4992055618391552413?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/4992055618391552413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-did-on-my-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4992055618391552413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4992055618391552413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-i-did-on-my-spring-break.html' title='What I Did On My Spring Break...'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/S-7jJO7B1eI/AAAAAAAAADo/-wl3V1jwKrI/s72-c/Serrao_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-2635715127261594730</id><published>2010-01-28T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:44:44.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><title type='text'>A Close Call</title><content type='html'>Victor Really needs to keep up with his pest prevention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'd popped into Zenobia for a drink as I do on occasion, and on my way out, I'm waiting for the stargate dialing sequence when what 'steps' (and I use that term metaphorically considering) out of the transmat behind me but a bloody Dalek! Luckily I was able to duck behind the gate just as it opened so I could use it as a shield against extermination and then quickly duck through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor said not to worry about it when I contacted him, but I hope this doesn't mean some kind of resurgence in the Dalek threat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-2635715127261594730?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/2635715127261594730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2635715127261594730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2635715127261594730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-call.html' title='A Close Call'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-2416441322936380462</id><published>2010-01-26T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:11:14.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Babbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time lords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><title type='text'>An Odd Occurance</title><content type='html'>It happened a few weeks ago, I haven't reported it until now because I wanted to eliminate other possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying...a few weeks ago, I was on approach to another visit to New Babbage, when out of no where the 85 seemed to lose power, and then it came back on at near overload levels, sending me, fully materialized, into a dive straight for the bottom of the Vernian! Luckily, the surge ended quickly and I was able to do a quick reset to prevent catastrophe. I set down at Fullarton House and performed a full system check. ...According to the readouts, the 85 briefly recieved power from TWO sources. Since I don't believe there's any way it could have been linked to the eye on Zenobia, and since the one it is linked to, on New Gallifrey, is the only other eye that I know of in this dimension, and no power source I have on board or that was in the area could match that of an eye...the only conclusion is that it somehow re-established its link to the original eye on old Gallifrey, if only for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the implications of this are worrying. I hope there will be a council meeting announced soon so that I can find out more about what this may mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-2416441322936380462?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/2416441322936380462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-occurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2416441322936380462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2416441322936380462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-occurance.html' title='An Odd Occurance'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-4388952858303603300</id><published>2009-10-10T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:57:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Council Meets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/StDdXi7S7rI/AAAAAAAAADI/29saVVYG4cg/s1600-h/Panopticon_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391052150544723634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/StDdXi7S7rI/AAAAAAAAADI/29saVVYG4cg/s320/Panopticon_002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The New Gallifrey Council held another meeting lately.  It was slightly short notice, but there was still a decent attendance rate.  The meeting itself started off with a bit of good news:  Apparently the resurgant Dalek Empire has hit a stall, as they seemed to have completely vanished from the grid.  Indications are they were either attacked or had one of their experiments blow up in their faces.  Still, this puts an end to a possible organized Dalek threat for the time being, though independant rogues could still be out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this news was slightly downturned by an object Cardinal Gears presented: a cybermat of local origin that he discovered in the Steelhead area.  This could possibly mean a Cyberman presence in SL space, though there are no indications whether this was the work of a group of rogues or a larger, more organized group of Cybermen.  Hopefully its the former, but either way, its a cause for concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other topics discussed included the zombie plauge affecting the Babbage area, though we were largly advised to stay out of that officially, and a similar outbreak in the Who Island region.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other minor topics included the introduction of the new Arcallian Cardinal, and a motion to include house banners in the Panopticon lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-4388952858303603300?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/4388952858303603300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/10/council-meets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4388952858303603300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4388952858303603300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/10/council-meets.html' title='The Council Meets'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/StDdXi7S7rI/AAAAAAAAADI/29saVVYG4cg/s72-c/Panopticon_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-2430651315595365940</id><published>2009-09-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:39:55.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Dromian'/><title type='text'>House Dromian Finds A Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SqWgFXgkM8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ryqhf4hNu6Q/s1600-h/Dromeian_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378881344034321346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SqWgFXgkM8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ryqhf4hNu6Q/s320/Dromeian_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; surprised today when I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a transmission on the 85's console. It seems that House &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dromiean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a home once more. Upon arrival, I found the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dromiean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; station to be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exquisite&lt;/span&gt; structure, and I commend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Atragon&lt;/span&gt; and whoever may have assisted him in constructing it. Though slightly barren, admittedly, the station is still fully functional as a gathering and meeting place for out house. The station itself, as you can see in the image above, it a large stone and crystal structure positioned above a small planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886198870541042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SqWkf9LuAvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Qzp47ECGJFE/s320/Dromeian2_001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station seems quite functional, with multiple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt; landing spots, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;transmat&lt;/span&gt; system, and even an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alteran&lt;/span&gt; wormhole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transport&lt;/span&gt; system (otherwise known as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stargate&lt;/span&gt;). While not exactly stocked on furnishings, it does offer splendid views from the various balconies and walkways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378887189141852018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SqWlZmOzD3I/AAAAAAAAADA/aHd8Opg2hl8/s320/Dromian3_001.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new meeting hall is especially nice. Located at the top floor of the station, it features a large floating crystal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chandelier&lt;/span&gt; which looks beautiful in my opinion. I look forward to our first meeting in this new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-2430651315595365940?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/2430651315595365940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/09/house-dromian-finds-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2430651315595365940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2430651315595365940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/09/house-dromian-finds-home.html' title='House Dromian Finds A Home'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SqWgFXgkM8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ryqhf4hNu6Q/s72-c/Dromeian_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-3562136750577669580</id><published>2009-07-25T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:55:55.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallifrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time lords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Dark Tidings</title><content type='html'>I was able to attend the meeting of the New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt; council today, only to learn some grave tidings. For starters, our Lady President and daughter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;, Sen Pixie, is apparently considered dead, lost activating the Eye of harmony beneath the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Panopticon&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;installing&lt;/span&gt; a new singularity power source. Also...it turns out that the situation with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt; is even worse than I feared... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; they have somehow breached security on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; station and gained eye technology for themselves. To top that, they have begun installing eyes in a new class of saucer ship. While not as powerful as true eyes, the ability to equip them to their ships, and indeed even having them at ALL is a dire bit of news. And for finals, they have already apparently been launching attacks, or at least incursions, into several areas on the grid, including New Babbage! How the heck did I miss THAT? Granted it could have happened while I was fouled up by that black hole but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renegades composing the new House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scendles&lt;/span&gt; reared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; heads, or at least head, as well. Their 'Cardinal' a being known as The Jinn, showed up early on, demanding his seat on the council and practically demanding the presidency itself! Of all the nerve... And his general rudeness to just about everyone there, especially Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lightfoot&lt;/span&gt;, nearly had some of us about to test what effect a sonic device on maximum could do to an organic brain... Still, under our own rules, we were forced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; his seat, and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;candidacy&lt;/span&gt; for President, though given that both Cardinal Gears and Castellan Solis are running against him...and the fact that just about all the Cardinals present seemed to...dislike him, I doubt his chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, the council agreed almost unianimously on the ratification of the new laws of time (ALMOST unanimously because shortly after demanding his seat, The Jinn left, thus abstaining on his vote by default. Heh). Also a more formal alliance with the Timeforce 10 was discussed and agreed upon by those members of that organization present. However Counciler Mornington still wishes to vote on the possible reformation of the CIA at the next meeting. Given recent events, I plan to put my support behind this, even if I have no actual voting power. Something must be done about the Daleks before this erupts into another Time War...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-3562136750577669580?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/3562136750577669580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/dark-tidings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/3562136750577669580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/3562136750577669580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/dark-tidings.html' title='Dark Tidings'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-898482707925259932</id><published>2009-07-21T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:49:34.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stargate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Catching Up After a Snag</title><content type='html'>Well, been a while since I last entered a log hasn't it? Yes, well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I've been rather busy due to a malfunction, or really rather a quirk, in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stargate&lt;/span&gt; I installed in the 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'd decided to pay a visit to a space station I used to visit, only to find that it had been recently destroyed when the system its was in suffered a supernova. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;...I had no way of knowing and by the time I had used my gate to dial into the nearby space gate, the star had collapsed into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;black hole&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily, I was able to compensate for the potentially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; consequences of connecting to such a gate, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; was initially unable to disengage my gate. This resulted in the wormhole 'tethering' the 85, leaving me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suspended&lt;/span&gt; in the vortex 'near' those space/time coordinates. Luckily I was able to eventually break the connection, but it took me a while to rig up the appropriate device to generate the energy required. I am also happy to report that I later learned that the station's residents escaped prior to the disaster and are planning to rebuild elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One free I made a stopover at the Cardiff reproduction to catch my breath and update my information. It seems the situation with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt; may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; to a head. Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; is it seems that Councilor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mornington's&lt;/span&gt; created a new location that seems to double as a location he can work...away from prying eyes. I really should reinforce my support for him the next time we meet. Though I'm not sure about his pro-C.I.A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tendencies&lt;/span&gt;, I do support his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; of the council's policies, and would like to help his acitivities, since my own house seems to be sloth in any activity whatsoever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-898482707925259932?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/898482707925259932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-after-snag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/898482707925259932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/898482707925259932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-after-snag.html' title='Catching Up After a Snag'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-7003770265307038974</id><published>2009-07-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:47:30.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Office Space</title><content type='html'>With the recent end to current events in New Babbage, I took the time to finally address a part of the 85 that had been bugging me...namely the large empty space in the other half of my bedroom. I decided to convert it into a small office space, and thus made a quick stop to this nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; store I spotted during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explorations&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caledon&lt;/span&gt; to pick up a few items. While the result still seems a little...spacey, I think it came out quite nice. Plus...I now have a little space to store some of the nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knacks&lt;/span&gt; and other items I seem to accumulate during my travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355842408469836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SlPGS0XRMXI/AAAAAAAAACo/k7Vq9VflBPA/s320/office_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, I took the time to review some of the public logs of my fellow time lords, and I also share &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Councilor&lt;/span&gt; Mornington's concerns about the growning Dalek threat. ...I haven't yet talked to Ms. Knight about my concerns, given the result of our last conversation about the Daleks, but I suppose I should let her know about the developments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-7003770265307038974?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/7003770265307038974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/office-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7003770265307038974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7003770265307038974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/office-space.html' title='Office Space'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SlPGS0XRMXI/AAAAAAAAACo/k7Vq9VflBPA/s72-c/office_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-7710373287499535942</id><published>2009-07-03T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:27:12.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Babbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stempunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Obolensky Defeated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Things seem to be comming to a close, at least for now, in New Babbage. Earlier today, a naval force made of up units from Steehead, Caledon, Steeltopia, and the New Babbage Militia engaged the Imperial Obolenskidonian Navy in a pitched battle just off shore from the Doctor's Observatory Island. Though his own forces fought valiantly, even managing to sink the Caledonian Force's flagship, they were eventually overwhelmed and pushed back. The Alliance's leaders demanded Obolensky's surrender, but the the Doctor managed to escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354130878425708578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sk2xqqGDuCI/AAAAAAAAACg/AbN6qnIVbTM/s320/escape_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though I wasn't able to witness, later news came in that the Doctor later perished while attempting to use his giant 'clank' automation named Lord Smashington, in a possible last attempt to regain control.  Apparently the clank exploded, though no body was found.  Still, things seem to be quieting down here at the moment, so I guess this means I'll be moving on to more interesting areas as well...after I stop by Zenobia Altera for a drink that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-7710373287499535942?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/7710373287499535942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/obolensky-defeated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7710373287499535942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7710373287499535942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/07/obolensky-defeated.html' title='Obolensky Defeated'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sk2xqqGDuCI/AAAAAAAAACg/AbN6qnIVbTM/s72-c/escape_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-1475451224250803956</id><published>2009-06-27T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:07:14.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steampunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Babbage'/><title type='text'>Events Heat Up In New Babbage</title><content type='html'>Well, that was certainly interesting... The remains of the militia gathered today and made a strike against the captured headquarters building, retaking it and nearly capturing Ashiko Kuroe in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkbehdyFU4I/AAAAAAAAACY/upMSYMHSGAE/s1600-h/kuroe_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352209873688155010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkbehdyFU4I/AAAAAAAAACY/upMSYMHSGAE/s320/kuroe_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Captain Kuroe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunatly, it seems he was able to take a hostage, and he and his associates fled aboard an airship to city hall. I myself arrived just prior to the attack, and unfortunatly so did Doctor O's right hand man, Mr. Merricks. Merricks was knocked unconcious only, luckily. I decided to make sure he was spared by helping him out of the area, and over to city hall, ironically. There we met up with Kuroe, who announced his intentions to return to Armada Breakaway and abandon New Babbage for now. On their way out of the city's waters, I assume they dropped off Mr Merricks back at the doctor's obervatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was questioned by pursuing members of the militia, however they identified me as neutral and sent me on my way. Curious to how things would fare for the Obolensky forces, however, I used the underwater tunnels to return to the Doctor's lair, once again running into Mr. Merricks and a couple of the doctor's other associates. Though it appears that though the resistance has managed to retake about 2/3rds of the city, Obolensky's naval admiral is bringing in a fleet that could mean a possible quick end to the uprising...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-1475451224250803956?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/1475451224250803956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/events-heat-up-in-new-babbage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/1475451224250803956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/1475451224250803956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/events-heat-up-in-new-babbage.html' title='Events Heat Up In New Babbage'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkbehdyFU4I/AAAAAAAAACY/upMSYMHSGAE/s72-c/kuroe_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-2280217173739689827</id><published>2009-06-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:17:28.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Babbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Ah well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mr. Merricks did indeed turn out to be the source I'd hoped, however he informed me that the time machine had been stolen from the Doctor during the theft, and had not been seen since. (He also alluded to the belief that time trave was a false science...hmph). Thus this pretty much concludes my investigation. Obolensky desn't posess time travel, thus could not have used it to aid in his current conquest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I believe I will stick around to monitor events in New Babbage, if only to be sure Ms. Knight doesn't do anything too overt... Plus, I've always prefered watching history unfold at a normal pace, instead of jumping forward and back through it with the 85. Though I might not get the complete picture, at least its more fun not knowing what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350882002653236466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkIm1MstTPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bnewz-64c4E/s320/Smashy_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other events, I took the liberty of purchasing a suit from one of the many fine shops in the city, as the jacket and shit that were part of it went smashingly with my waistcoat and scarf.  Here I am showing of its smashingness next to one of the many Smashy clank guards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-2280217173739689827?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/2280217173739689827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2280217173739689827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/2280217173739689827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-well.html' title='Ah well...'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkIm1MstTPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bnewz-64c4E/s72-c/Smashy_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-4245370668041077940</id><published>2009-06-23T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:18:31.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steampunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obolensky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Lead from the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkGFudKvgBI/AAAAAAAAACI/2uFKSBFc80Y/s1600-h/library_002.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350704865443020818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkGFudKvgBI/AAAAAAAAACI/2uFKSBFc80Y/s320/library_002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkGFudKvgBI/AAAAAAAAACI/2uFKSBFc80Y/s1600-h/library_002.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkGFudKvgBI/AAAAAAAAACI/2uFKSBFc80Y/s1600-h/library_002.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lead at last! While speaking with a couple people in the Palaeozoic Museum, they mentioned that the person most likely to know what happened to the time machine would be the owner of the library itself. Logical, and I kick myself for not thinking of it before. Ms. Knight and I then went to the library itself, and while the owner was not there, we did find the address for her place of business. Going there, we also failed to find her, but luckily I was able to leave her a note in the building's mailbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I recieved her worrying reply. Apparently the time machine had never been recovered, and there was rumors that Obolensky had used it at least once... This confirms that Obolensky stole the machine and may still have it in his posession. However, before I take any sort of action, I'll need to be sure. While asking the doctor directly may be foolhardy, I believe that one of his henchmen, Mr. Merrick specifically, may be more open to questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-4245370668041077940?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/4245370668041077940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/lead-from-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4245370668041077940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4245370668041077940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/lead-from-library.html' title='Lead from the Library'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SkGFudKvgBI/AAAAAAAAACI/2uFKSBFc80Y/s72-c/library_002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-7704767578314017671</id><published>2009-06-22T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:07:59.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steampunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Missing Machine, Present Luck</title><content type='html'>My search for the missing time machine continues, though thus far has been mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fruitless&lt;/span&gt;. A the library records were not easy to look through, as attempting to search for articles about a time machine only seemed to lead to an article about the presentation of one in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aethernautical&lt;/span&gt; Society building, but a check there revealed nothing. On my way back to where I had left the 85 when I ran into Ms. Knight and her companion Chris Farina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a...tense exchange of words before she continued on, and things might have ended there had Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Merrik&lt;/span&gt;, one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obolensky's&lt;/span&gt; minions, not been following them. Concerned, I followed HIM, until I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accidental&lt;/span&gt; spotted. We had a tense standoff of Sonic blaster vs. projectile pistol for a while, before Ms. Knight showed up again. Talking our way out of that, we compared notes. It seemed she had attracted the attention of Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Merrik&lt;/span&gt; by asking questions about the current regime change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled her in on the possibility of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Obolensky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;possessing&lt;/span&gt; time travel, and she suggested doing a tachyon scan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, due to the presence of devices known as Reality Enforcers, this was not possible, so she then suggested a search of the doctor's lair. So, for a third time, I paid him a visit. However, he was not home, but nor was there any sign of the time machine. I wisely voiced that we should leave before the doctor or his minions returned...however instead of returning using the passage we had taken to get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;observatory&lt;/span&gt;, she and Chris blundered out the front door, almost right into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kuroe&lt;/span&gt;! Though I don't think he bought her story about being shipwrecked, if only because of my presence, we did manage to get out of there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unscathed&lt;/span&gt;, and I had K9 bring the 85 to us so we could make a clean getaway. Aboard the 85, Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Knight&lt;/span&gt; agreed to help me try and find information on the missing time machine, whether it was recovered after the theft, if it was destroyed, or if it simply never worked. Until this has been known one way or the other, I cannot in good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-7704767578314017671?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/7704767578314017671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-machine-present-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7704767578314017671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/7704767578314017671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-machine-present-luck.html' title='Missing Machine, Present Luck'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-6760934865834702779</id><published>2009-06-22T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:30:54.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steampunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Wrong Again?</title><content type='html'>Seems I really need to research before making conclusions. After subtly overhearing a conversation between her and General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuroe&lt;/span&gt; (one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olbolensky's&lt;/span&gt; minions) I had a talk myself with one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beq&lt;/span&gt; Janus, a reporter, and possible link to the resistance against the doctor. She informed me that he had been party to the theft of a time travel device of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; kind earlier, so my suspicions about him using time travel to gather technology may be founded after all. Still, the evidence is rumor so far. I'll need to do some research into the events of the theft before I have any proof remotely worthy of alerting the council to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I again subtly listened in as she did a professional interview of the general for the newspaper she worked for, gaining a bit of history behind the takeover, though nothing useful on the current plans...other than they will be horrible. Still...as much as I would like to take an active part in overthrowing this dictator, I cannot act without cause on my part. My immediate plans are to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seek out&lt;/span&gt; the resistance, as well as to research into the matter of the time machine theft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-6760934865834702779?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/6760934865834702779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/wrong-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/6760934865834702779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/6760934865834702779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/wrong-again.html' title='Wrong Again?'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-658582511385893566</id><published>2009-06-21T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:31:42.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steampunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad science'/><title type='text'>Continued Investigations</title><content type='html'>I may have made a small error... I returned to New Babbage today only to walk right into a group of rather violent people who claimed to work for Doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olbolensky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Luckily the 85's perception filter was working so they didn't see it materialize). Also luckily, I was able to talk my way out of their plan to rob me, and thus was able to not only gain information, but even an invite back to the doctor's lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; follow, counting my good luck, but talking to several townspeople brought up suspicions, namely the Doctor's advanced age yet good health, as well as some advanced forms of technology. This of course gave rise to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obolensky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; might possibly be a time lord himself, or at least have access to time travel. This in mind, I decided to take up the earlier offer to again visit the lair. A conversation with the henchmen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; didn't reveal anything more than I already knew. However the doctor himself arrived a while later, allowing me to interview him directly. Though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; be entirely sure how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt; his answers were, what he gave leave me to conclude, for the moment, that he is but a human, though a gifted one, or 'Spark' as some would call him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondlife.com/app/image/12eeca37-d12d-655f-3b4b-f90e39c697ff/1"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://secondlife.com/app/image/12eeca37-d12d-655f-3b4b-f90e39c697ff/1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obolensky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However until I can be totally sure, I will continue to monitor the situation in New Babbage...and maybe even see if I can work against some of the doctor's plans. Subtly, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-658582511385893566?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/658582511385893566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/continued-investigations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/658582511385893566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/658582511385893566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/continued-investigations.html' title='Continued Investigations'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-4169594047182839731</id><published>2009-06-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T04:15:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Lair of Dr. Obolensky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sj3nsL7_ueI/AAAAAAAAACA/QUI50JE42mc/s1600-h/Lair_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686678690707938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sj3nsL7_ueI/AAAAAAAAACA/QUI50JE42mc/s320/Lair_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While awaiting a new mission from the council...or at least a chance to make up with Ms Knight, I continue my explorations. Today took me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vernian&lt;/span&gt; Sea near Babbage where I found my way into the observatory of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; mad scientist type named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obolensky&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; man, if possibly 'evil' (in the normal human sense) to the core. However he seemed fairly intelligent, though does have a predisposition with death rays, mechanical soldiers, and dropping people in jellyfish tanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I give him props for that one, as I imagine that would be a particularly painful way to die.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attempted to help him with his clockwork guards, but alas, even a sonic device can only do so much. Also in attendance was a rather strange couple. A rather striking woman...with a voice like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; bouncer, and a man dressed as what appeared to be a moth or butterfly. Very strange, if still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an added note, this apparently was not their first encounter with a time lord, as use of my sonic pen gave me away to them. Though I can hardly blame the fellow members of my race. The technology in places such as these is simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;primitive&lt;/span&gt;, yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;innovative&lt;/span&gt; all at once. Is it any wonder that we Time Lords pass through the area often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However the doctor was forced to cut our visit short as he had an appointment elsewhere, so I took my leave and proceeded to explore the underwater tunnels that had led me there in the first place. Aside from the doctor's underwater submersible dock and sitting room, there was a small underwater lounge (or possibly a residence, though I was unable to ask as no one was home), as well as a small art gallery. However several of the tunnels were incomplete or damaged, thus there was not much else. Afterwards I took a browse through several shops on the surface before departing to attend a small function in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steelhead&lt;/span&gt; region.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-4169594047182839731?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/4169594047182839731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-lair-of-dr-obolensky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4169594047182839731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/4169594047182839731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-lair-of-dr-obolensky.html' title='In the Lair of Dr. Obolensky'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sj3nsL7_ueI/AAAAAAAAACA/QUI50JE42mc/s72-c/Lair_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-5505862032313205387</id><published>2009-06-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:05:36.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallifrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Friends and Enemies.</title><content type='html'>Well...I suppose that could have gone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I suppose I'd better start at the beginning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago, Ms. Knight, myself, and one of her companions visited Vahlkri, site of what will eventually be the new Dalek base of operation. Well, I say it like we went together, but really I followed her after she informed me she was going to make sure she didn't get in over her head. Luckily for us, the complex was unoccupied at the time...save for an Emporer Dalek in stasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as discovering a Dalek presence in the dimension was...it seems to have more of a negative effect on Ms. Knight. She seems to have become obsessed with destroying the Daleks, and this new base specifically, regardless of the possible consequences. She refuses to see that an all out attack, no matter how total, would more than likely reignite the time war. Despite the fact that the council has been monitoring the situation, we do not know what the Dalek's forces are. The base we examined was empty, saying to me that the Daleks are elsewhere while they wait for it to be finished...where and how many, those are the unknown, and key factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I admit that I didn't help matters by comparing her to a Dalek (though at the time she WAS sounding scarily like one of them.) Needless to say our...'discussion' went downhill from there, but was interrupted when the 85 suddenly decided to make a hard landing on New Gallifrey itself. Surprisingly enough, there we encountered Shalmendo Glineux, a...construct and servant of the old Gallifrey council, and current owner and keeper of the experimental 150.  However, due to his nature, Shal has been reluctant to even visit New Gallifrey, in fear that he would once more become a slave of Time Lords, something Ms. Knight and I repeatedly tried to assure him would not happen, so it was a bit of a surprise to see him.  We also encountered Cardinal Mechagliel of the Patrexean chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shal and I left ms. Knight to once again ask for an attack on the Daleks while we went to see to repairs to the 85...which turned out not to need any, tricky thing.  Afterwords, I had a small talk with the Cardinal about my concerns for Ms Knight before we all went seperate ways, though I had to...order Shal to leave before he started tounge washing boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm nearly finished with the K-9 unit, with the exception of some minor testing, so it will be places in the console room soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-5505862032313205387?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/5505862032313205387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-and-enemies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/5505862032313205387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/5505862032313205387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-and-enemies.html' title='Friends and Enemies.'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-1098684966610923127</id><published>2009-06-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:03:35.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>A Brief Tour</title><content type='html'>I realize that I haven't given the 85 a good introduction beyond mentioning it, so allow me to provide a brief tour of my humble ship. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzJpJd5FI/AAAAAAAAABA/OTpIKqiFcKE/s1600-h/The+Type+85.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348854854445818962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzJpJd5FI/AAAAAAAAABA/OTpIKqiFcKE/s320/The+Type+85.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My console is a variation on the Rotor style 'desktop,' done in rosewood instead of white metal, with a wood slat floor. As a smaller ship, the 85's console is designed for 4 instead of the usual 6. However even alone, the 85 has enough intelligence to more than make up for a single person crew. I have most of the extra features installed, including a flight computer, randomizer circuit, and a pagoda escape system. I've also added an isomorphic lock to the controls, and upgraded the cloister bell system to include visual alerts as well as the audible one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzKDdsFyI/AAAAAAAAABI/sYf-z5MVvp0/s1600-h/Library_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348854861509957410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzKDdsFyI/AAAAAAAAABI/sYf-z5MVvp0/s320/Library_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first room outside the console room is the library. While not as large as some other TARDISes, its still well stocked with various titles from earth literature, though I'd be careful with the one titled Myst, as it may have interdimensional properties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzKsMsPyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j8had1qMZkc/s1600-h/bedroom_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348854872444518178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzKsMsPyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j8had1qMZkc/s320/bedroom_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzLDGs-5I/AAAAAAAAABY/KljDsVq1log/s1600-h/workshop_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just off the library is my bedroom. A simple affair, but I'm also still decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjr4tP0AhgI/AAAAAAAAABo/W_Rt6QZV_Ig/s1600-h/workshop_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860963678356994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjr4tP0AhgI/AAAAAAAAABo/W_Rt6QZV_Ig/s320/workshop_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the elevator further inside, our next stop is my workshop. It also functions as a telehub as the stargate and transmat system are also located down here. As mentioned, the secondary time rotor behind the gate allows it to be used even when in flight and without constant recalibration. Along the right side of the room is my workbench and other equipment. I'm currently constructing a K-9 unit as well as several other devices. A sonic shower is nearby for quick decontamination after returning from explorations, or just in case I get all sooty when something explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjr4trodJrI/AAAAAAAAABw/EzqsJ9ba8Qk/s1600-h/workshop_002.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860971146094258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjr4trodJrI/AAAAAAAAABw/EzqsJ9ba8Qk/s320/workshop_002.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R2-Z5 is a maintenance unit I picked up in my travels and has proven a cheery, reliable assistant in my inventing. It also helps that he has a built in fire extinguisher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjr5KBTJfII/AAAAAAAAAB4/tV6cAC-VjXw/s1600-h/infinity_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348861457998642306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjr5KBTJfII/AAAAAAAAAB4/tV6cAC-VjXw/s320/infinity_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the 'heart' (not litterally, as that would be the Eye of Harmony) of the 85: the Infinity Chamber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it in simpler terms, its what most would call a stellar cartography lab. However it is much more than that. The Infinity Chamber is a room that can project a pandimensional hologram of a galaxy or the entire Universe at any point in its history. The Chamber on a TARDIS is limited in resolution to picking up the orbits of planets. The complex neural net that makes a segment of a TARDIS's Fuzzy Logic Circuitry (aka Intuition Circuit) is connected to this chamber. This neural net is capable of locating time rifts and (by comparing recorded data to information collected by the Scanner, can detect major changes to history. A smaller relay console can be found here that allows the operator to pilot the TARDIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunatly, many of these capabilities are still unavailible, but it still serves as a direct access to the main database, as well as my own personal logs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope you enjoyed this small look at the type 85 TARDIS. I'm still working on some things, so I'll probably mention futher features that I've added in future entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-1098684966610923127?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/1098684966610923127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/brief-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/1098684966610923127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/1098684966610923127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/brief-tour.html' title='A Brief Tour'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/SjrzJpJd5FI/AAAAAAAAABA/OTpIKqiFcKE/s72-c/The+Type+85.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-586207864478417144</id><published>2009-06-17T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:35:58.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Up And Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Recently&lt;/span&gt;, with the aid of Ms. Knight, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prydonian&lt;/span&gt; time lord and friend, and some of her companions, I have mostly finished repairs to the 85. Though some minor details remain, I am sure I will be able to finish them in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, the Infinity Chamber was restored to functional status, allowing me to start recording my logs again, though I discovered my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-war entries had been corrupted or lost. Luckily, my exploration database was intact. Though it serves as a grim reminder to all that was lost, either due to the war or simply because of our exile into this world, I am gratified to know that the records survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the new additions I have added during the regeneration, I installed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stargate&lt;/span&gt; device. Initially I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt; with it, as the gate was unable to function properly while the 85 was in flight, and required recalibration before use even once I landed. However, I was able to overcome these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt; by connecting the gate to a spare time rotor, stabilizing its point of origin...as well as tying it into the 85's power directly. Additionally, with the help of R2-Z5, a robotic maintenance unit I picked up at a shop owned by one Citizen D, I have begun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;constructing&lt;/span&gt; a watchdog for the console room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt;. I discovered the schematics for this K9 unit while reviewing some of my records for damage. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;capabilities&lt;/span&gt; are impressive, so I am sure it will be as an effective means of defense of the main entrance as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stargate's&lt;/span&gt; shield system is for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-586207864478417144?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/586207864478417144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-and-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/586207864478417144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/586207864478417144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-and-running.html' title='Up And Running'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802903447758750509.post-8932040966435671603</id><published>2009-06-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:37:03.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time lords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Begin Log - A Brief Recap</title><content type='html'>Testing testing? Ah good, that fixes that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...well since it seems all my personal logs were damaged or lost when the Infinity Chamber was damaged during the crossing, I suppose I'll have to start from scratch. Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start, my name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starsider&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl9D882IvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UJTGvuka0gE/s1600-h/Lans+Before.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348443539333587698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl9D882IvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UJTGvuka0gE/s320/Lans+Before.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm what you would some beings would know as a Time Lord, though I barely look it anymore... I used to be...a scout or explorer from the planet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Galifrey&lt;/span&gt;, charting the Galaxy in my vehicle and home: a Type 85 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt; is...well I suppose in simplest terms, it is a space/time capsule, capable of traveling through space and time. The TYPE 85 was designed primarily for long term, one man exploration missions, a mission profile I relished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the war... It was a time war, fought over control of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;timelines&lt;/span&gt; themselves, against a race of evil mutant creatures known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt;. Knowing what they were, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unhestiantly&lt;/span&gt; joined in the fight against them...at least a first. But then things escalated, costing untold lives, and it was then that I saw how far the council would go in the name of victory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I fled. At great risk I used my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt; to break through the dimensional barriers into this world, causing sever damage to it. Then in a further effort to hide, I triggered my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;regeneration&lt;/span&gt;...my first actually, using a device known as a chameleon arch to...tamper with the process, introducing non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;timelord&lt;/span&gt; DNA patterns into the process, thus taking on the form I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl9meGdObI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VJH0oggnJxA/s1600-h/Lans.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348444132347820466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl9meGdObI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VJH0oggnJxA/s320/Lans.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I maintained a low profile, exploring this new world. I found several locations where I was able to refuel the 85, allowing it to start its own regeneration and begin repairs. However, I soon found that I was not the only Time Lord or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gallifreyan&lt;/span&gt; to survive. I also discovered that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;, as well as any others of our race who had not fled or otherwise come here...had been destroyed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; guilt of this news...though I feel I did the right thing, I can't help but wonder if it would have made some sort of difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I soon discovered that a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Panopticon&lt;/span&gt; had been constructed...on a New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;, and that a new Time Lord council was being formed. Though having seen the ugly side of the original council, I am aware that these are not the same people, thus I am inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt for now. Thus I have joined the new House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dromeian&lt;/span&gt;, a house whose members, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;timelord&lt;/span&gt; or no, have forms similar to myself. Despite any misgivings I may have, it is a pleasant feeling to be a part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gallifreyan&lt;/span&gt; civilization once more, changed though it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2802903447758750509-8932040966435671603?l=type85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/feeds/8932040966435671603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/begin-log-brief-recap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/8932040966435671603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2802903447758750509/posts/default/8932040966435671603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://type85.blogspot.com/2009/06/begin-log-brief-recap.html' title='Begin Log - A Brief Recap'/><author><name>Lans Starsider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08989080115783729939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl8Rtb0ibI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IKXB15xYhrw/S220/Profile_001.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0mJCw_91tE/Sjl9D882IvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UJTGvuka0gE/s72-c/Lans+Before.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
