Adam

That last batch is amazing, Hound Knight! Are you perhaps a caricature artist? If it isn't any trouble, could you draw up my signature figure? He can be found here.

When I apply my stickers, I use a very... thorough... method of putting them on. First, I painstakingly make sure that each sticker is in exactly the correct spot with the same amount of extra space around the sides. You have to make sure that you don't move the stickers whatsoever, then start scratching them. Another reason why most stickers fall off quickly is because there's dust or other particles under them, preventing the sticking. That's why I take a cotton swab to each dusty piece. I think that using a clearcoat is a great idea! If you're unsure about it, why not try using it on a different set?

I'm all for inspecting more of these boxes, but hows about we shine the flashligt over the floor and ceiling first, just to make sure there aren't any more booby traps? I think that y'all working on the train (Brakes and Steve) should give Grease and I a hand, seeing as you two are the ones that know what the parts look like (I would assume). And perhaps you two know if an N1 can be substituted for a T1?

Good evening, folks! I'd like to re-introduce myself - the name's Pete Smith and I'm a local crane operator. As that implies, I manage the crane that some of you might've seen in front of the hotel, which is currently undergoing renovation. I'd be happy to help y'all in your search for train parts, since I know a bit about mechanics, meself. Now, with the motivation of this first discovery, and Brakes making it through, hows about we breakout the ol' flashlights and give this shed another once-over?

Thank you for the little introduction, TheBrickster, I'm glad to be a part of the game.

That was hilarious! I only hope that this isn't a one-shot comic like you previously stated.

I'm guess that being given 'Moron' because I didn't vote for him is too much to hope for.

Well, this is going to be embarrassing... - Moron [My first is easily the worst. Hinck gave it to me for playing dumb in Witch Hunt.] - Smart Guy Again [Well, Hinckley just explained that it was because I voted for the Inquisitor.] - 12 year old lawyer [One might say that Hinckley gave me all of my titles, and that could be true. I was given this one because he thought I was 12 during a discussion, after which I promptly told him that I was a lawyer.] - Gets annoying after a while [Hinckley changed a lot of titles after he died in Witch Hunt, and I commented that it had become annoying after a while. I was tempting fate, really...] - Now armed with telescope [Well, this is the most obvious title, but I don't know who gave it to me. Ever since I became a Shipyard Specialist, the "Lookout Boy," I've had this title. I'm going to guess and say it was Zorro who gave it to me.]

Looks great! Except this is how my character looks, I very much regret ever donning a hood. And no, I'm not supposed to look like this. In response to the game's end, I think that there couldn't have been a better finale, though I'm sorry to see it go.

BNSF PWR! I hope TheBrickster agrees just so we can see more images of the train.

I'm sorry for my lateness in the Widanko voting, I was in bed all day with a horrible cold.

*cough* I apologize for my lateness; I came down with a slight cold. *cough* *cough* I was going to vote to nominate Hincklina anyway, *blows nose* and since the winner had pretty much been decided, my vote wouldn't have been critical anyway. *cough* Now, I agree with Hincklina that determining the alignment of the dead must come before determining that of the living, *cough**cough* and Ivy's loyalty is truly a shocker. We can only hope that Pvt. Darek Dasner is a traitor.*blows nose again*

Well, this is interesting. I guess we should've thought about being able to contact Widanko before, but now that we've been given an opportunity, I think we should take advantage of it. I believe that choosing who to investigate/etc. by vote after the contact is determined is a good idea, no? I'll volunteer for this mission as well.

That looks like a great set. I'll be sure to pick it up. 8820 yen is approximately 93 dollars, so the set is about 100 dollars USD.

I never liked that presumptuous detective, what, what! May I check Zachary's breifcase?

I presume that the 18 others that have voted "yes" agree with every post in this thread, so I'm pretty sure that it's worth keeping up. Keep up the great work, boss!

As far as I know, anyone with a certain level of moderation powers and up (Fellows, Shipyard Editors, Moderators, etc.) can edit the topic title and subheading of their own topics.

In some countries, an 'e' is used before the y. Perhaps 'ky' is used in your country while the 'key' variant is used in Dragonator's. This sounds like a good plan.

Correct.

... And I'm finished!

Oky has nobly offered to finish the finale after I finish my flashback, which will be done within the half hour.

Flashback: Coruscant Waste Deposit - Post # 102 The real Adam could sense that he was finally awake, but still kept his eyes clamped shut while he remembered the activities he had seen during his unconscious state. It was only when he felt a jerk below him, rocketing him forward along a sharp, uneven floor, that he opened his eyes. He was sitting in a sea of garbage, all moving on a funnel-shaped conveyor belt towards a flaming hole in the center. Adam was close enough to the incinerator that the trash surrounding him had started to blacken and smoke. He jumped from the garbage and looked up towards the top of the belt: the funnel was surrounded by a short, rusting building that was constantly deploying small robots to prowl among the trash. The belt moved at a slow pace, with jerks moving the trash closer to the incinerator in intervals, making it child's play to reach the building. As a garbage bot bounced from the now open deployment tunnel, Adam saw his chance and slipped in. There was another Adam now, and he had to do his best to avoid detection. Otherwise, he might end up in prison or dead; the imitation-Adam most probably had some sort of plan if the real Adam were to be discovered. Of course, trying to bypass cameras and security was a mean feat; Adam was forced to stoop low in the tubular tunnel and had to press himself against the walls or slip into a side passage when droids zoomed by. At the end of the tunnel was a small opening. More conveyor belts lead past the cell, with a robot on each section. Every now and then, a section would pop up and the robot would fly into one of the cells, ready to be deployed. Flashback: Coruscant Waste Deposit, Outer Rim - Post # 200 Adam yanked the discarded metal from the crumpled droid and set off towards the highway. The Outer Rim was a temporary depository that surrounded the Coruscant Waste Deposit, where garbage was kept before it went to the incinerator. Unbelievably, the ugly mounds of trash were unconcealed from the highway; speeders could see old engines and broken communicators as they drove by. As he reached the edge of the Rim, Adam sighed. He couldn't exactly hail down a taxi, as they didn't go by the Deposit, and no one was going to let him into their speeder. Adam clenched his teeth and dove into the barrage of oncoming vehicles. Just land on one and hope for the best, Adam thought. "Hey." Adam looked to his left. A orange-haired person who looked vaguely familiar was grinning at him. "Umm, hi," Adam returned. "So, why are you jumping?" he asked. Adam sighed again. "Oh, I was replicated and dumped in a junkyard, so now I have to try and stop the fake me." "That's... interesting," he replied, "I'm trying to land on a woman's speeder, even though my master doesn't appro-" Their conversation was cut short when the man smacked onto a yellow speeder. Oh well, Adam thought, that's what you get for chasing after women. Fortunately, Adam had better luck than his companion; he landed on a speeder with a rollcage. "Wha-?!" After saying, "sorry," Adam chucked the shocked driver by a seedy-looking bar and took command of the speeder. Flashback: Dropship Over Kothlis - Post # 208 The imitation Adam closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to his companions. First Officer Reller, his right hand man, was of course with him, as were Lieutenants McFlanz, Krez, and Chok. It was a small team, but the fake Adam didn't need much help with his mission; in fact, the only reason he had brought them along was to not seem suspicious going alone. What they saw didn't matter, they'd all die anyway. "Our mission is to investigate the CIS threat and affects on Kothlis's sealife," the robot Adam briefed them. Our mission is to sabotage Kothlis's defense systems and neutralize their attack forces, the fake Adam repeated to himself. "Cooperation with the Bothans is vital." We want to be as covert as possible. "Our priority is to find the Separatist threat and eliminate it!" Our priority is to make Kothlis inactive, so that they'll be unable to help when we attack their neighbor, Raxus Prime. Flashback: Kothlis, Tunnel Leading to Hangar Bay - Post # 211 "What's he doing?" Adam asked. Chok, examining foliage a little ways away from the rest of his group, hissed, "I'm not sure. He 'asn't done much yet, nothin' I'd consider sabotage. But he 'as been talkin' about examinin' their ships, and that's got nothin' to do with the rest of the mission." Adam groaned. "This isn't good, Chok! He's planning on disabling their ships, that's for sure. What we need to find out is why." Chok was the real Adam's good friend; he had told him of the situation and Chok had accepted his side of the story instantly. Chok had agreed to transfer to the fake Adam's ship, requesting the position Lieutenant. With such a good record, Chok was granted the position quickly. Since then, he'd been acting as a spy for the real Adam. "I'll go rejoin the group, don' wanna seem suspicious," Chok decided. He reached the rest of the group just as the imitation Adam was about to give a briefing. "There you are, Chok, I was just about to radio you," the robot began. "You've all been quite stellar throughout the mission, thank you for that." McFlanz raised his hand, and the fake Adam nodded in his direction. "Cap'n, we haven't even investigated the CIS threat! Why are we looking at their defense system?" "Good question," the imitation responded, "and I have a pretty good answer. A source of mine has confirmed that there is a traitor in this very group." The real Adam could hear Chok's breathing quicken. "Please," the fake Adam continued, "line up against that wall." They did. "I'll be using some... advanced interrogation methods," the robot warned. The clones didn't have a chance. They had all been shot before one could even raise his weapon. As they sat there, gasping, the fake Adam walked forward to finish the job. "You'll get found on this, clanker!" Chok yelled through gasps. The fake's eyes widened. He leapt forward, grabbed Chok by the neck, and raised him into the air. "Where is he?!" Flashback: Raxus Prime Junkyard - Oky's Flashback The real Adam followed JD as he lead the way through the winding hills of junk. There was now no fake Adam to get in the way. The memory swam through his head again: he had followed the group through the sewers. He saw as Greivous activated his trap and watched as they fended off the droid General and his platoons of battle droids. The fake Adam was jogging off down a side passage, away from the fray. A shot echoed through the tunnel, and the imitation grasped its arm. It spun around and saw the real Adam standing at the end of the passage, gun raised. Slowly, the robot smiled. "So you've found me. Well, I suppose you also know that you can't kill me." Adam didn't lower his gun. "No," he replied, "but I can do the next best thing." Bang! Bang! Bang! Adam didn't stop shooting. Bang! The robot couldn't raise a hand against him due to the impact of the gunshots. Bang! Bang! The imitation's gun arm was blasted off. Bang! A right leg spun into the murky water, flying into pieces along the way. The robot crashed to the ground. Bang! Bang! Bang! The robot's chest was now a pile of bolts. Bang! The fake's startled face burst into bits of machinery. Adam took a bag of charges and dropped them on the ground by the robot's remains. By the time Adam had returned to the battle, the explosion had died down and no one had seemed to notice.

*sigh* I still have to do a flashback. Mind if I put in a quick interjection that doesn't really interfere with your story-line? It's just a flashback of what happened to Adam and fake-Adam, and there's a 99% chance it'll have nothing to do with your story (unless your finale has something to do with the sewer).

I used "..." because I wasn't exactly sure what to call the images presented to us. I decided upon "recordings."