When We're Rollin Through the Wild Wild West

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Who: Everyone! EVERYONE!
Broadcast: IF YOU WANNA
Action: Everywhere! EVERYWHERE!
When: Mid-September - Mid-October

[How's your ship doing, pardners? Is it still pretty damaged? Is it glitching out hardcore? Well, there is one place to land to take care of all that, and that's on a dusty old moon in front of a planet that no one wants to go to. On this moon, you'll find a civilization that looks a lot like one's stepped into a wild west movie, hardened cowpolk and mutant horses and all. Will you become a vigilante, hunting bounties and stopping gangs from doing their dirty work? Will you go exploring planetside, with a cowboy hat and a stalk of wheat in your mouth to complete the look? Good luck with that; there is no wheat. This town ain't big enough for all you flooters, but make it so! For the ratings!

In other words, it's a planet mingle! Get 'er done!]

[September Planet info here]

Comments

[huaaaaagh]

[It's a good trait to have in a medic, probably. At least it means he has certain expectations about how bad it can get.]

If it makes you feel any better, I managed to avoid getting hit in the head. Some bruising, a couple cuts- that's likely the worst you'll fine on me.

[stefanged]

[He sighs of relief.] Good. I'll have to show you how to keep side-stepping them, too.

Mystic Falls didn't have a ton of bar brawls, but I can count the number of peaceful weeks on one hand.

[huaaaaagh]

[He's starting to really look forward to these lessons, man. Seems like he's really going to need the practice.]

I'm used to a lot of fighting, myself, but... I'm not as physically built for it as I should be. Hopefully it won't always be like this.

[stefanged]

[They've even got target practice, with all those t-shirts they never got rid of...]

I don't think it will. Not every planet has such, uh, intellectually-challenged locals.

[huaaaaagh]

We need to reach a planet populated by advanced robots. Then I can die happy.

[stefanged]

Just so we're clear, I've still got permission to revive you?

[He's joking. Mostly.]

Even so, a robot's only as smart as his programmer.

[huaaaaagh]

Can you revive people?

[That sounds oddly video-gamey for a real life space adventure like this.]

I'd assume someone smart enough to build a robot is smart enough to create some halfway decent programming.

[stefanged]

Kind of. We have defibrillators and some syrup [read: his blood] I don't plan on using any time soon. It's not pretty, but it usually works in a bind.

I hope so - I haven't met any robots yet, but I figure it's only a matter of time.

[huaaaaagh]

[Revival syrup? Like a potion? Huh. The universe is definitely an interesting place.]

Well, anyway, you've got nothing to worry about. I'd rather study their programming than die, and I've got enough to live for that it's pretty unlikely.

[stefanged]

Good. Let's try to keep me the only member of the undead around here.

[Teasing, of course, as he turns back towards the ship.] Plus, you know Alex would have a field day if I let anything happen on my watch.

[huaaaaagh]

I bow to your judgment there.

[He doesn't know her that well just yet, but he can imagine.]