Klonor
01-07-2005, 04:15
Keiro Culci, on behalf of the entire Association, I'm honored to present you with the Medal of the Empire, our oldest and most distinguished comendation.
Keiro grinned slightly and rolled his head.
All citizens of Klonor, every member of the Association, owes you their lives. You have singlehandedly saved us and our way of life from extermination at the hands of the Shivans.
His grin widened.
I wish there were more that I could give you, but even I have only so much to offer. Thus, I leave you with these parting words. KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE!
With practically a flying leap, the grin disappeared from his face and Keiro surged out of bed and the pleasant dream. He mumbled under his breath and wildly swiped his hands until he found the alarm and managed to swipe down the volume.
"Damnit, I have a day off today! Who left the bloody alarm on?"
The fact that he lived alone and didn't have any company the night before left the answer rather apparent, but he chose not to see it.
"Ridiculous, this was supposed to be my day of rest and relaxation! I'll never get back to sleep now. What time is it.....ah, crap. Only seven in the morning? What the hell am I going to do all day?"
Continuing to mumble to himself he turned and left his bedroom, heading to take a shower and ready himself for his day.
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"Pancakes, lot's of them. Two or three stacks. Toast on the side with butter, creamed cheese, and jelly. Two glasses of milk, too."
"That it?"
"A shot of bourbon and a small vodka."
"Bourbon and vodka? For breakfast?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No, just thought you were starting a bit light today, Keiro."
"It's early, I'll make it up later."
"If you say so."
With a small grin on her face, the waitress left Keiro alone in the small diner and went to fill his order. A few seconds later the food appeared at the table, materialising in front of Keiro's hungry stare, and almost as quickly began to disappear again into his gaping mouth.
"Geez man, you eat like a starving puma. At least wipe your chin."
"Greg!"
Keiro lept to his feet, after wiping his chin, and pulled the taller man into a tight embrace.
"What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard you were out in Regulus pumping fuel into docking freighters."
"Yeah, and then I was pumping oxygen, and then loading hydrogen. Then I was fleeing for my life as the station burned from some idiot who thought he could be a pirate with a stolen Poseidon. Moron. The Corps blew him out of space the second he transmited his demands to the station, and he crashed right into the Arcadia. Full evacuation and shut-down for repairs. It'll take three months. I decided on a small vacation."
"Ah, and you decided to come to Deneb, heart and soul of the Association?"
"No, I decided to go to Epsilon Pegasi and make a fortune at the Rounders tables."
"How much did you lose?"
"I never even got there. All I could afford was passage on a Transport that had a cancellation, and it was going the long way through Sirius, Deneb, Vega, and Capella. Damn thing had a reactor leak after the first Jump and off-loaded everybody as soon as we left Sub-Space. I'm stranded."
"Ha! Serves you right for trying to get to EP. You know you've never done well there."
"Well, I've got a small softspot for it. You grow up in a place and you feel an attachment."
"Greg, you left when you were three."
"Shut up."
Grinning, Keiro offered Greg the chair opposite his own and the two settled into the meal together.
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"So, you go two miles south.
"Uh-huh."
"One east."
"Right."
"Then three south again."
"Okay."
"Keep going west and you can't miss it."
"Got it."
"Need anything else?"
"Yeah, just gimme the Gate Address and let me skip all the walking."
"Sorry Greg, but the man's a bit paranoid. Doesn't have a single Gate in his entire building."
"Not one Gate? What's he afraid of?"
"Elvish kamikaze jumping through with bombs on their backs, that's what."
Gregs face suddenly hardened.
"Keiro....."
"Don't worry Greg, he'll give you a fair shot. He's smart enough to not instantly judge everybody. Besides, even the morons don't want to defy the Duke. But he lived through the Civil War and he still has nightmares."
"I'll take your word for it. If this doesn't pan out, just remember that I know where you live."
"Yeah, and I have a thumb-gun hidden under my pillow and a top-of-the-line alarm system. Bring it on!"
With a final wave, and an only partially suppressed chuckle, Greg moved off and began to follow the directions he'd received. Keiro easily kept sight of the big man for quite while, he was easily a head taller than almost everybody else in the crowd. Plus, his large pointed ears made him stand out from everybody else who matched him in height.
"So, what do I do for the rest of my day?
OOC:
He's not a national leader. He's not a military commander. He's not an ambassador, not a soldier, not a scientist, not an athlete, not even a garden variety millionaire. He's not involved in a delicate situation that will decide the fate of a nation, he's not orchestrating a nationally publicised event, he's not even at a critical point in his life. He's just a guy who has a day off and decides to have fun.
This is a pretty straightforward character RP. There's not gonna be any war, no trade negotiations, no diplomatic conferences, or anything of the sort. He might go see a Foosball game, but right now that's about it.
What I'm looking for is a simple, quiet, uncomplicated RP. People watching the Vids, eating, drinking, playing games, etc. Normal people living normal lives. Well, as normal as they are when they frequently travel between stellar systems and teleport wherever they want to go on their planet. After all, we are in the future.
I'd like other people to come in as.....well, as other people. People from Klonor, people from your own nation, people from some place you're making up just for this RP, anywhere. People to talk to, to play with, to drink with, etc. For those who decide to RP as Klonor citizens, or just somebody who's lived in Klonor for a while, here's a list of some everyday Klonor things that you might not be familiar with.
'The Duke' refers to the Grand Duke Solomon Klonor, Head of State and worshipped nearly as God, even though he's done nothing to encourage such worship (Well, despite coming back from the dead on many occassions, being the first one in Klonor to have telekinetic powers, and inventing the drink that keeps us face-down in the floor 24/7).
Phase Gates are a point-to-point teleportation device used throughout Klonor. There are ones out in the open for public use, inside house for families to use, inside restaurants, etc. You go up to one, type in the address of another, and step through. It's as easy as stepping through a door. Be forewarned, many private Gates either require a password to be used or are shut off to unauthorised access from other Gates. Meaning that you can't just teleport into the head of Klonors military headquarters or right into the womens bathroom.
'The Corps' refers to the Klonor Space Corps, Klonors main branch of the military (Other such branches are the 'Klonor Temporal Corps' and the 'Klonor Sea Corps', which is practically non-existant) and whose responsibilities cover everything from repelling foreign invasions to mixing the Dukes drinks in the morning.
Drink a lot, drink often, drink deeply. Alcohol should come damn near close to replacing your entire blood supply.
The unit of currency in Klonor is the Floren
Drink more.
Klonor society is descended mainly from Western Europe and America (A bit odd when you consider they're biologically from southern Africa) so act as if you were just a normal dude walking down the streets of a normal city. Well, as normal as it could be when people have telekinetic powers and are having their food teleported to their tables.
The predominant religion is a revival of Ancient Romes, expect to hear "Jove help me", "Mercury, give me speed", "I wish that Mars would just kill you right now", and so on. Other currently existing real-world religions (Islam, Judaism, Christianity, Hindusim, Shintoism, etc.) also exist, but the main rival to the Roman religion is a fictional "Way of the Spirit". Picture it a blending of Christianity and Hindusim (If such a blending could happen).
Are you drinking yet?
Phase Gates have the ability to recognize basic weaponry and can refrain from transporting it along with the bearer of the gun. That option is usually only turned on in Gates which lead to private and quiet places (Such as restaurants, banks, etc.) but keep it in mind if you plan on just zipping around the planet by Gate.
The Associated Systems of Klonor are primarily human in population, but about 1/8 is Elvish as well. Primarily in Epsilon Pegasi. Other alien races as well, but not in any real significant numbers.
The Associated Systems of Klonor control Deneb, Regulus, Epsilon Pegasi, and SR-2091. There are military bases in Gamma Draconis, Ross128, and Tau Ceti as well.
And I know it's petulant, ridiculous, and irritating, but TG me for permission before you entire the RP. Then wait for me to say 'Okay' before you join. Then don't join if I say 'no'. I just want to make sure that you can spell well. I'm sorry, but I really can't abide by bad spelling in my RP's.
I know in the past I've been rather lax on enforcing the 'TG me to join' rules, but this time I mean it. I don't care if you're Jimathon himself coming back to NS for just this one RP, if you don't TG me and wait for permission, you're not in.
Keiro grinned slightly and rolled his head.
All citizens of Klonor, every member of the Association, owes you their lives. You have singlehandedly saved us and our way of life from extermination at the hands of the Shivans.
His grin widened.
I wish there were more that I could give you, but even I have only so much to offer. Thus, I leave you with these parting words. KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE KREEEEEEEEEEEE!
With practically a flying leap, the grin disappeared from his face and Keiro surged out of bed and the pleasant dream. He mumbled under his breath and wildly swiped his hands until he found the alarm and managed to swipe down the volume.
"Damnit, I have a day off today! Who left the bloody alarm on?"
The fact that he lived alone and didn't have any company the night before left the answer rather apparent, but he chose not to see it.
"Ridiculous, this was supposed to be my day of rest and relaxation! I'll never get back to sleep now. What time is it.....ah, crap. Only seven in the morning? What the hell am I going to do all day?"
Continuing to mumble to himself he turned and left his bedroom, heading to take a shower and ready himself for his day.
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"Pancakes, lot's of them. Two or three stacks. Toast on the side with butter, creamed cheese, and jelly. Two glasses of milk, too."
"That it?"
"A shot of bourbon and a small vodka."
"Bourbon and vodka? For breakfast?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No, just thought you were starting a bit light today, Keiro."
"It's early, I'll make it up later."
"If you say so."
With a small grin on her face, the waitress left Keiro alone in the small diner and went to fill his order. A few seconds later the food appeared at the table, materialising in front of Keiro's hungry stare, and almost as quickly began to disappear again into his gaping mouth.
"Geez man, you eat like a starving puma. At least wipe your chin."
"Greg!"
Keiro lept to his feet, after wiping his chin, and pulled the taller man into a tight embrace.
"What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard you were out in Regulus pumping fuel into docking freighters."
"Yeah, and then I was pumping oxygen, and then loading hydrogen. Then I was fleeing for my life as the station burned from some idiot who thought he could be a pirate with a stolen Poseidon. Moron. The Corps blew him out of space the second he transmited his demands to the station, and he crashed right into the Arcadia. Full evacuation and shut-down for repairs. It'll take three months. I decided on a small vacation."
"Ah, and you decided to come to Deneb, heart and soul of the Association?"
"No, I decided to go to Epsilon Pegasi and make a fortune at the Rounders tables."
"How much did you lose?"
"I never even got there. All I could afford was passage on a Transport that had a cancellation, and it was going the long way through Sirius, Deneb, Vega, and Capella. Damn thing had a reactor leak after the first Jump and off-loaded everybody as soon as we left Sub-Space. I'm stranded."
"Ha! Serves you right for trying to get to EP. You know you've never done well there."
"Well, I've got a small softspot for it. You grow up in a place and you feel an attachment."
"Greg, you left when you were three."
"Shut up."
Grinning, Keiro offered Greg the chair opposite his own and the two settled into the meal together.
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"So, you go two miles south.
"Uh-huh."
"One east."
"Right."
"Then three south again."
"Okay."
"Keep going west and you can't miss it."
"Got it."
"Need anything else?"
"Yeah, just gimme the Gate Address and let me skip all the walking."
"Sorry Greg, but the man's a bit paranoid. Doesn't have a single Gate in his entire building."
"Not one Gate? What's he afraid of?"
"Elvish kamikaze jumping through with bombs on their backs, that's what."
Gregs face suddenly hardened.
"Keiro....."
"Don't worry Greg, he'll give you a fair shot. He's smart enough to not instantly judge everybody. Besides, even the morons don't want to defy the Duke. But he lived through the Civil War and he still has nightmares."
"I'll take your word for it. If this doesn't pan out, just remember that I know where you live."
"Yeah, and I have a thumb-gun hidden under my pillow and a top-of-the-line alarm system. Bring it on!"
With a final wave, and an only partially suppressed chuckle, Greg moved off and began to follow the directions he'd received. Keiro easily kept sight of the big man for quite while, he was easily a head taller than almost everybody else in the crowd. Plus, his large pointed ears made him stand out from everybody else who matched him in height.
"So, what do I do for the rest of my day?
OOC:
He's not a national leader. He's not a military commander. He's not an ambassador, not a soldier, not a scientist, not an athlete, not even a garden variety millionaire. He's not involved in a delicate situation that will decide the fate of a nation, he's not orchestrating a nationally publicised event, he's not even at a critical point in his life. He's just a guy who has a day off and decides to have fun.
This is a pretty straightforward character RP. There's not gonna be any war, no trade negotiations, no diplomatic conferences, or anything of the sort. He might go see a Foosball game, but right now that's about it.
What I'm looking for is a simple, quiet, uncomplicated RP. People watching the Vids, eating, drinking, playing games, etc. Normal people living normal lives. Well, as normal as they are when they frequently travel between stellar systems and teleport wherever they want to go on their planet. After all, we are in the future.
I'd like other people to come in as.....well, as other people. People from Klonor, people from your own nation, people from some place you're making up just for this RP, anywhere. People to talk to, to play with, to drink with, etc. For those who decide to RP as Klonor citizens, or just somebody who's lived in Klonor for a while, here's a list of some everyday Klonor things that you might not be familiar with.
'The Duke' refers to the Grand Duke Solomon Klonor, Head of State and worshipped nearly as God, even though he's done nothing to encourage such worship (Well, despite coming back from the dead on many occassions, being the first one in Klonor to have telekinetic powers, and inventing the drink that keeps us face-down in the floor 24/7).
Phase Gates are a point-to-point teleportation device used throughout Klonor. There are ones out in the open for public use, inside house for families to use, inside restaurants, etc. You go up to one, type in the address of another, and step through. It's as easy as stepping through a door. Be forewarned, many private Gates either require a password to be used or are shut off to unauthorised access from other Gates. Meaning that you can't just teleport into the head of Klonors military headquarters or right into the womens bathroom.
'The Corps' refers to the Klonor Space Corps, Klonors main branch of the military (Other such branches are the 'Klonor Temporal Corps' and the 'Klonor Sea Corps', which is practically non-existant) and whose responsibilities cover everything from repelling foreign invasions to mixing the Dukes drinks in the morning.
Drink a lot, drink often, drink deeply. Alcohol should come damn near close to replacing your entire blood supply.
The unit of currency in Klonor is the Floren
Drink more.
Klonor society is descended mainly from Western Europe and America (A bit odd when you consider they're biologically from southern Africa) so act as if you were just a normal dude walking down the streets of a normal city. Well, as normal as it could be when people have telekinetic powers and are having their food teleported to their tables.
The predominant religion is a revival of Ancient Romes, expect to hear "Jove help me", "Mercury, give me speed", "I wish that Mars would just kill you right now", and so on. Other currently existing real-world religions (Islam, Judaism, Christianity, Hindusim, Shintoism, etc.) also exist, but the main rival to the Roman religion is a fictional "Way of the Spirit". Picture it a blending of Christianity and Hindusim (If such a blending could happen).
Are you drinking yet?
Phase Gates have the ability to recognize basic weaponry and can refrain from transporting it along with the bearer of the gun. That option is usually only turned on in Gates which lead to private and quiet places (Such as restaurants, banks, etc.) but keep it in mind if you plan on just zipping around the planet by Gate.
The Associated Systems of Klonor are primarily human in population, but about 1/8 is Elvish as well. Primarily in Epsilon Pegasi. Other alien races as well, but not in any real significant numbers.
The Associated Systems of Klonor control Deneb, Regulus, Epsilon Pegasi, and SR-2091. There are military bases in Gamma Draconis, Ross128, and Tau Ceti as well.
And I know it's petulant, ridiculous, and irritating, but TG me for permission before you entire the RP. Then wait for me to say 'Okay' before you join. Then don't join if I say 'no'. I just want to make sure that you can spell well. I'm sorry, but I really can't abide by bad spelling in my RP's.
I know in the past I've been rather lax on enforcing the 'TG me to join' rules, but this time I mean it. I don't care if you're Jimathon himself coming back to NS for just this one RP, if you don't TG me and wait for permission, you're not in.