NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is the IC thread for all those who signed up previously. This includes RB and Gnafusur.

Post your intros, I will respond apporpriately.

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http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=391207

Original Thread ^

(OOC: So, basically, we start with info on our character? Okay.)

Name: Jirachi Kanto Abu-dabbu Ada-booboo Shoobooshaaba
Age: 14
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 50 lb.
Birthplace: A rusty shed behind the RB Presidential Palace
Gender: Male
Education Level: N/A (too stupid even for preschool)
Occupation: Slave
Languages Spoken: English (very poor), Shooban (fluent)
Marital Status: Has 17 wives, 43 children (41 who died before they were three days old; Shoobans are as bad at parenting as they are stupid)
Race: Shooban
Ethnicity: Shooban
Legal Status: 'Citizen' of RB

OOC: Nice, now, I get to RP my response.

IC:

The KSC Shipping An-225 carrying Jirachi Kanto Abu-dabbu Ada-booboo Shoobooshaaba and 499 of his friends arrived at Shin-Nihon's Shinyume Airport.

The plane touched down, Old Duece and a Halves came up to the plane, and the guards inside began hitting the Shoobans, waking them up, going, "Get up! Welcome to Shin-Nihon!"

"Me no know way ta go," Pigface (the character's nickname) whined. "Way go did Mastah J.L.? Me no wanna git a whippy-whippy!"

"Me no know way ta go," Pigface (the character's nickname) whined. "Way go did Mastah J.L.? Me no wanna git a whippy-whippy!"

The guard waved the stun baton in his face and said, "Shut up, coolie! We're your new masters now. Get on the truck, you won't get hurt if you do!"

OOC: Are these guys like Gungans? lol......

The guard said, "Shut up, coolie! We're your new masters now. Get on the truck, you won't get hurt if you do!"

OOC: Are these guys like Gungans? lol......

(OOC: They're much stupider than Gungans ;))

"Me go in da big trok if you no whippy-whippy I!" Pigface jumped in the truck, whimpering, and shuddering in fear.

(OOC: They're much stupider than Gungans ;))

"Me go in da big trok if you no whippy-whippy I!" Pigface jumped in the truck, whimpering, and shuddering in fear.

The guard just said, "Get in the damn truck already. I won't hit you. Just go, don't waste my time."

The guard just said, "Get in the damn truck already. I won't hit you. Just go, don't waste my time."

"You no whippy-whippy I? Oh, sankoo so-so-so much!" Pigface threw his arms around the guard and began gratefully kissing his lips.

"You no whippy-whippy I? Oh, sankoo so-so-so much!" Pigface threw his arms around the guard and began gratefully kissing his lips.

The guard freaked out, picked him out and dropped him inside the truck.

"And stay there....."

He walked away, wiping his mouth.

The guard freaked out, picked him out and dropped him inside the truck.

"And stay there....."

He walked away, wiping his mouth.

"I is firsty, I wants wodda! Doos youse gots enny wodda?"

(OOC: If you want translations for what he's saying, I'll be happy to help. :))

"I is firsty, I wants wodda! Doos youse gots enny wodda?"

The guard threw a bottle of water into the truck.

"Enjoy."

The guard threw a bottle of water into the truck.

"Enjoy."

"Fank yoos, Mastah, fank yoos, fank yoos!" Pigface took off his loincloth (the only thing he was wearing), spat on it, and then wiped it on the guard's face, which in the Shooban culture was a sign of respect.

"Fank yoos, Mastah, fank yoos, fank yoos!" Pigface took off his loincloth (the only thing he was wearing), spat on it, and then wiped it on the guard's face, which in the Shooban culture was a sign of respect.

The guard then freaked out, and said, "That's nice..."

The other guards soon threw more Shoobans onto the truck.

The guard then freaked out, and said, "That's nice..."

The other guards soon threw more Shoobans onto the truck.

"Broddas, seestas, I has a wodda badda!" Pigface exclaimed, gleefully showing it to his fellow Shoobans. Upon seeing the water bottle, they immediately tackled him, and a rough bout ensued over who would get the precious and deeply revered H20 (which they believed was possessed by angels that blessed them so they would live past the age of 20).

(OOC: What exactly do you want Pigface to do?)

(OOC: What exactly do you want Pigface to do?)

OOC: Have Pigface win out for control of the water, but don't make it too fierce, as I want these coolies to live.

IC:

The guards signaled for the truck to begin the six-hour drive to the Korematsu Plantation, a Pineapple and sugar growing area.

Before they went, the guards threw two more bottles of water into the truck.

They simply said, "Enjoy! And have a good time!"

They laughed, knowing that when they got to the plantation, they would not have a good day...

After much cat-scratching, biting, belching, and gas-passing (that's how they fight), Pigface emerged triumphant. "Me hoz da woddaaaaaaaa!"

(Translation- I have the waterrrrrrrrr!)

After much cat-scratching, biting, belching, and gas-passing (that's how they fight), Pigface emerged triumphant. "Me hoz da woddaaaaaaaa!"

(Translation- I have the waterrrrrrrrr!)

The driver said, "Jesus, those guys are loud..."

The driver said, "Jesus, those guys are loud..."

"Lowd? Hooza lowd? I iz a-no lowd! Gumba?"

(OOC: 'Gumba' is roughly the equivalent of 'huh?')

OOC: I suppose I should do an intro for my person......

Name: Kaiyu Xang
Age: 52
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160lbs
Birthplace: Unknown.
Gender: Male
Education: Degree in Physics from pre-space going culture.
Occupation: None as yet.
Race: Human.
Status: Legal refugee.

Kaiyu stepped off bus. He rolled his name around his head a few times. How great it shall be to use it, away from those foreign speakers with their mispronunciation and stubbornness.

So this was it. This was his new home. Everything looked so unfamiliar, but that was change. He mumbled to himself as he set off toward the government office.

Kaiyu stepped off bus. He rolled his name around his head a few times. How great it shall be to use it, away from those foreign speakers with their mispronunciation and stubbornness.

So this was it. This was his new home. Everything looked so unfamiliar, but that was change. He mumbled to himself as he set off toward the government office.

When he got inside, Kaiyu was greeted by a receptionist.

The receptionist said, "New arrivals go to Room 205."

Kaiyu muttered to himself as he made his way to 205, "Damned system, go here, go there, you'd think I was a rat."

He read the numbers of each door as he passed, 167,168,169 . "Just making everything into numbers, killing out individuality, 178, 179, 180 . Well atleast I'll get somewhere to live, 192, 193, 194 and maybe even a job."

He entered the room to see few people there. That was a relief.

Kaiyu muttered to himself as he made his way to 205, "Damned system, go here, go there, you'd think I was a rat."

He read the numbers of each door as he passed, 167,168,169 . "Just making everything into numbers, killing out individuality, 178, 179, 180 . Well atleast I'll get somewhere to live, 192, 193, 194 and maybe even a job."

He entered the room to see few people there. That was a relief.

The receptionist inside the room said, "There will be a fifteen minute wait, sir."

She motioned for him to sit down.

"Lowd? Hooza lowd? I iz a-no lowd! Gumba?"

(OOC: 'Gumba' is roughly the equivalent of 'huh?')

The driver, angry, said, "You're fighting over water, that is how you are loud! What with your screeching and your noise..."

The receptionist inside the room said, "There will be a fifteen minute wait, sir."

She motioned for him to sit down.

"15 minutes?. Bugger." He made his way to a seat. Around him were all manner of people trying to start a life in this new land. The man beside him, large and balding, felt it time to impart upon Kaiyu his life story culminating in his current position. That of a homeless man in desperate search of employment.

The whole tale, spoken in such terms as to almost bring a tear to the eye, led him to be relieved almost as much to have escaped the mans story of despair than at the eagerness to become part of a new society when his number was called at the desk.

After witnessing the end of an arguement between a young couple believing they were not being treated correctly he addressed the receptionist with his name and details, glad to be withing the formal setting which would grant his new life.

"15 minutes?. Bugger." He made his way to a seat. Around him were all manner of people trying to start a life in this new land. The man beside him, large and balding, felt it time to impart upon Kaiyu his life story culminating in his current position. That of a homeless man in desperate search of employment.

The whole tale, spoken in such terms as to almost bring a tear to the eye, led him to be relieved almost as much to have escaped the mans story of despair than at the eagerness to become part of a new society when his number was called at the desk.

After witnessing the end of an arguement between a young couple believing they were not being treated correctly he addressed the receptionist with his name and details, glad to be withing the formal setting which would grant his new life.

The Receptionist said, "Okay, Mr. Salazar will see you now, he just finished up..."

She pointed to an open door, leading into a small hallway, with little interview rooms where potential applicants would be grilled.

Continuing, she said, "...go to the first door on your left, he is expecting you."

The Receptionist said, "Okay, Mr. Salazar will see you now, he just finished up..."

She pointed to an open door, leading into a small hallway, with little interview rooms where potential applicants would be grilled.

Continuing, she said, "...go to the first door on your left, he is expecting you."

Kaiyu made his way through the door. He didn't know what to expect from Mr. Salazar, but to be honest he didn't know what expect from anything here.

He entered the first door on his left and was greeted with a room almost bereft of furnishment. Only a desk, with its occupant, showed any signs of the rooms usage.

"I'm reporting as ordered by the soldiers who brought me here. My name is Kaiyu Xang...........I require a home in your nation." He waited, not knowing what to expect in reply from the man in the room. He reassured himself that all was in order, he had nothing to fear, he was legal.

Kaiyu made his way through the door. He didn't know what to expect from Mr. Salazar, but to be honest he didn't know what expect from anything here.

He entered the first door on his left and was greeted with a room almost bereft of furnishment. Only a desk, with its occupant, showed any signs of the rooms usage.

"I'm reporting as ordered by the soldiers who brought me here. My name is Kaiyu Xang...........I require a home in your nation." He waited, not knowing what to expect in reply from the man in the room. He reassured himself that all was in order, he had nothing to fear, he was legal.

Mr. Salazar, the man at the desk said, "Ah yes, Mr. Xang. We have you on file as a legal migrant. You applied, we accepted. Here you are. I must ask you a few questions before you can stay, though."

He then said, "Do you like anime? And what was your past occupation?"

Mr. Salazar, the man at the desk said, "Ah yes, Mr. Xang. We have you on file as a legal migrant. You applied, we accepted. Here you are. I must ask you a few questions before you can stay, though."

He then said, "Do you like anime? And what was your past occupation?"

Kaiyu sat back, stunned at the first question. "Well as it happens I am partial to it on occasion. But I fail to see the relevance at this precise moment." Recovering himself sufficiently he carried on. "My last post was as a teacher of physics but my presence here means everything I learned was wrong. I must say I find myself without skills here."

Having uttered his answer he bacame nervous. His irrelovance began to sink in.

Kaiyu sat back, stunned at the first question. "Well as it happens I am partial to it on occasion. But I fail to see the relevance at this precise moment." Recovering himself sufficiently he carried on. "My last post was as a teacher of physics but my presence here means everything I learned was wrong. I must say I find myself without skills here."

Having uttered his answer he bacame nervous. His irrelovance began to sink in.

Salazar said, "No need to be nervous, young man, we can yet make good use of you. We need teachers in this colony, we have a High School that needs staff."

Salazar said, "No need to be nervous, young man, we can yet make good use of you. We need teachers in this colony, we have a High School that needs staff."

"I would be glad to aid your nation in any way I can. I'm grateful. But my most pressing problem is that of accomodation. I'm quite homeless." He began to relax once more.

OOC: He isn't exactly young.

"I would be glad to aid your nation in any way I can. I'm grateful. But my most pressing problem is that of accomodation. I'm quite homeless." He began to relax once more.

OOC: He isn't exactly young.

Salazar said, "Well, we do have Civil Housing Developments. We have an Apartment reserved for you, #245, in Building 4."

Salazar said, "Well, we do have Civil Housing Developments. We have an Apartment reserved for you, #245, in Building 4."

"That will do finely." He made his way out of the room, through the maze of corridors and out into the street. At this point he realized he had no idea where the aforementioned apartment was. He reflected once more on his current position, something he had been doing too much in the last few months, and made his way along the street, stopping only to ask the odd person for directions.

OOC: Will something happen eventually to drive the story a bit more?.

"That will do finely." He made his way out of the room, through the maze of corridors and out into the street. At this point he realized he had no idea where the aforementioned apartment was. He reflected once more on his current position, something he had been doing too much in the last few months, and made his way along the street, stopping only to ask the odd person for directions.

OOC: Will something happen eventually to drive the story a bit more?.

One of those men was a policeman. Kaiyu would have been amazed at his RAF-style full wool coat, the warm climate would not be conducive to such things.

Still the policeman said, "Building #4 is two blocks to the east, it is a white building, low but wide, you shouldn't miss it."

He then said, "Papers please."

One of those men was a policeman. Kaiyu would have been amazed at his RAF-style full wool coat, the warm climate would not be conducive to such things.

Still the policeman said, "Building #4 is two blocks to the east, it is a white building, low but wide, you shouldn't miss it."

He then said, "Papers please."

"Papers?. What is this?. What if I happened to have forgooten them?. What then?."

After observing the view on the policemans face he quickly ushered his papers into view.

"There. Lucky I just got here and needed them. I wouldn't expect to have to carry them around. Y'know. Freedom."

"Papers?. What is this?. What if I happened to have forgooten them?. What then?."

After observing the view on the policemans face he quickly ushered his papers into view.

"There. Lucky I just got here and needed them. I wouldn't expect to have to carry them around. Y'know. Freedom."

The policeman said, "Son, we have rules for a reason. Without them, we have only chaos, disorder. We just care, that's all."

He looked at the papers. "Hmm......interesting, you seem legit, but I'll have to run you with the Immigration Bureau to see if you're really who you say you are!"

He picked up his radio. "This is Unit 24, I have a 'Kaiyu Xang.' Please double check this......"

After five minutes, he got a response, "He's legit, he moved here, he is registered."

The cop said, "Got it. Over and out."

He said to Kaiyu, "I'll let you go, little man, but mark my words, you screw up again, and I will screw you up. Bugger off."

He pointed in the direction of Building #4.

Pigface stripped naked, rubbed excrement all over his face, spun around three times, screamed, "Oomgwalawala!" and passed out.

Pigface stripped naked, rubbed excrement all over his face, spun around three times, screamed, "Oomgwalawala!" and passed out.

THe driver simply ignored Pigface, he was too busy keeping his eye on the road.

He ended up at a sprawling plantation.

Resembling an Antebellum Southern mansion, it was surrounded by fields of pineapples, sugarcane, rice, and chickens, all tended by "contract workers" (read: slaves) in black pajamas, and men with MAC-10's and fences with concertina wire.

The driver drove up to a loading dock. A man then opened the back of the truck, got a hose, and sprayed the back of the truck with a high-intensity jet of water, yelling, "Up and at 'em!"

THe driver simply ignored Pigface, he was too busy keeping his eye on the road.

He ended up at a sprawling plantation.

Resembling an Antebellum Southern mansion, it was surrounded by fields of pineapples, sugarcane, rice, and chickens, all tended by "contract workers" (read: slaves) in black pajamas, and men with MAC-10's and fences with concertina wire.

The driver drove up to a loading dock. A man then opened the back of the truck, got a hose, and sprayed the back of the truck with a high-intensity jet of water, yelling, "Up and at 'em!"

"Boongafloogaga!" Pigface screamed, jumping out of the truck. Like a cat, he hissed at the driver and began scratching him.

"Boongafloogaga!" Pigface screamed, jumping out of the truck. Like a cat, he hissed at the driver and began scratching him.

The driver pulled out a stungun and hit Pigface with it, sending 50,000 volts of energy running through his body.

The policeman said, "Son, we have rules for a reason. Without them, we have only chaos, disorder. We just care, that's all."

He looked at the papers. "Hmm......interesting, you seem legit, but I'll have to run you with the Immigration Bureau to see if you're really who you say you are!"

He picked up his radio. "This is Unit 24, I have a 'Kaiyu Xang.' Please double check this......"

After five minutes, he got a response, "He's legit, he moved here, he is registered."

The cop said, "Got it. Over and out."

He said to Kaiyu, "I'll let you go, little man, but mark my words, you screw up again, and I will screw you up. Bugger off."

He pointed in the direction of Building #4.


Kaiyu hurried off in the direction shown, trying not to look as if he had done anything wrong.

"Bloody place. Don't even know what I did wrong."

As he approached building #4 he took one more look at the place which was to be his homeland, or his prison. He was unsure as of yet. One thing which startled him as he made his way into the building was the silence. There were children here surely.

His apartment was bare, containing the merest things needed for living. This disdained him, he knew where his first paycheck was going. He washed and climbed into bed. 'Plenty of time for unpacking and exploration tomorrow ' he thought to himself.

OOC: is it too late to join?

OOC: is it too late to join?

OOC: No, but use the link in the first post of this thread if you wish to join, and post your character there.

The following morning Kaiyu awoke with start. "What the....." he shouted before being silenced by the drone from outside. "A military march, a bloody military march. At this time in the morning. Too bloody noisy to go back to sleep. Guess I'll start exploring early."

With this he climbed out of bed. He proceeded to wash, dress, eat and complete those other mundane morning tasks before heading outside. The march was moving through the district to the beat of an unseen, extremely loud, band.

The following morning Kaiyu awoke with start. "What the....." he shouted before being silenced by the drone from outside. "A military march, a bloody military march. At this time in the morning. Too bloody noisy to go back to sleep. Guess I'll start exploring early."

With this he climbed out of bed. He proceeded to wash, dress, eat and complete those other mundane morning tasks before heading outside. The march was moving through the district to the beat of an unseen, extremely loud, band.

Outside, the band that was playing was the Colonial Guards, out on parade, out to wake everybody up. Sure enough, people were getting up, willingly or not, and getting ready to go to work. The Guards kept marching on, down the street and turning a left.

Behind them were squads of Tokko policemen that marched into every aopartment complex and went up to the door of every house, knocking on doors, waking people up, playing "revillile," and screaming, "UP, UP!"

The driver pulled out a stungun and hit Pigface with it, sending 50,000 volts of energy running through his body.

"GoondagundagondagoonyloonyboonybongoboogoboongobongoGRAHHHHH!" Pigface screamed.

"GoondagundagondagoonyloonyboonybongoboogoboongobongoGRAHHHHH!" Pigface screamed.

The Driver then turned off his stungun, and shoved Pigface into the dirt.

The other Shoobans were dragged out of the truck, and thrown on the floor as well. As the driver made haste and went out of there, the plantation guards whacked the Shoobans to get them to stand up.

Soon, a Japanese man in a pith helmet walked to the line of Shoobans, calling to the guards in a gruff voice: "Don't whack 'em too much, I want something that'll work for me when I'm done processing them!"

The others soon backed off, and the man began inspecting the Shoobans.

A man stretched out in the shade as a convoy landed on his plot of land. His tongers were nearby roughhousing as always. He got up and walked over to the empty lake he had dug.

One of the huge carriers began dumping several tons of water directly into it. Pulling out his PDA he punched in some numbers. One of the ships moved over and dropped the holding pens and nesting area.

He punched in some more numbers and the crocs were fully delivered. Each set down slowly on the riverbank as Jiohan smirked and then checked to see if the food was in.

A man stretched out in the shade as a convoy landed on his plot of land. His tongers were nearby roughhousing as always. He got up and walked over to the empty lake he had dug.

One of the huge carriers began dumping several tons of water directly into it. Pulling out his PDA he punched in some numbers. One of the ships moved over and dropped the holding pens and nesting area.

He punched in some more numbers and the crocs were fully delivered. Each set down slowly on the riverbank as Jiohan smirked and then checked to see if the food was in.

As Jiohan was checking his livestock, a black Mercedes came up to his farm.

Out stepped an youngish Irishman, in a kahki suit, with a kahki fedora and a cane. He walked onto the farm, and found Jiohan, tending to his flock of crocs.

He then addressed him, saying, "Good day, Mr. O'Brien," in an accent resembling that of an Armagh native.

"Aye lad what do ye want? I've crocs to attend to and Tongers to keep from attacking ye."

"Aye lad what do ye want? I've crocs to attend to and Tongers to keep from attacking ye."

The man introduced himself, smiling: "I am Governor Jonathan O'Donnell. I run this here Colony, and I just wanted to say 'welcome.'"

He saw the Tongers. "What are those things, anyway? They look very fierce, I might want some."

The veil of reality was torn asunder in a control exit from the warp as an sleek object cruised into normal space and sealed the warp hole behind it. The starship was battered and scarred along its length but even at a casual glance, the ship looked highly formidable. However the crew onboard wasnt. Or so it seems.

A loud bawdy singing was heard aboard the bridge in a musical accent although it was difficult to believe it was coming from an elven voice.

".....who wouldnt be a soldier eh?
oh it's a shame to take the pay!"

A low continuos moan could be heard in the background as another elf, tied to his seat was finally awakenning.

The singing abruptly stopped as the owner of such a repotoire of old human bawdy songs turned to look at his comrade in sympathy. "There there now old chap, how are you feeling?"

"Never better my liege", was the croaked response.

"You shouldnt have tried to regain control of the ship and tried to bring me back to my father you know. I can't believe you forced me to tie you up. Tsk tsk".

"Yes my prince", Hector was close to losing consicousness again but he was a Dragon knight. Meditating he refocused his thoughts and pain from the blow he took to the back of his head and was finally able to think coherently.

Looking at the figure of his strange prince, the lord he was sworn to protect, (and make sure he doesnt get into too much trouble.....like now) he asked, "where are we going my lord?"

"We are going to this quaint world where it seems anyone who wants to make a new life for themselves and earn a profit can be found. But first we are gonna land on the moon and disposed of our cruiser..", Hector groaned at that, an ancient and venerable cruiser disposed, as the prince continued, "..and launch an orbital shuttle and ask for clearance to land."

"But first", the prince leapt off the command seat and started whistling as he went to check on his stockpile of gold he 'borrowed' from his father's, the emperor's treasury, and began to load up the shuttle, leaving poor old loyal Hector to contemplate their fate of possibly never returning to their homeworld again.

Hector could only shake his head in despair.

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Hours later, a shuttle departed from the moon with an enthusiatic Prince and his wayward comrade, who was very depressed at the moment. One because he was part of the prince's another escapade, and two, because he was still tied up, this time into a bundle because he broke free before and tried to commandeer the ship again.

The prince sent a message to the world.

"This is a shuttle of Nathaniel Everwing. Seeking clearance for a landing for two colonists. We are sending you our information now"

Name: Nathaniel Everwing
Age: 206
Height: 5'8"
Gender: Male
Education Level: Military affairs, swordmanship, teaching, book keeping, starship license
Occupation: Librarian
Race: Elf

Name: Hector Fallenleaves
Age: 204
Height: 5'9"
Gender: Male
Education Level: Military affairs, explosives and demolition, hand to hand combat (elite level), swordmanship, standard weapons training, heavy weapons training, deep space combat training, desert combat training, jungle combat training, artic combat training, space boarding action training, first aid treatment license, certificate Maxima in armour repair, certifate Maxima in weapons repair, marksmanship, starship license, starship repair license, communications license, communications repairs license, heavy military vehicle license, heavy vehicle repair license, light vehicle license, light vehicle repair license. And.....book keeping.
Occupation: assistant Librarian
Race: Elf

The veil of reality was torn asunder in a control exit from the warp as an sleek object cruised into normal space and sealed the warp hole behind it. The starship was battered and scarred along its length but even at a casual glance, the ship looked highly formidable. However the crew onboard wasnt. Or so it seems.

A loud bawdy singing was heard aboard the bridge in a musical accent although it was difficult to believe it was coming from an elven voice.

".....who wouldnt be a soldier eh?
oh it's a shame to take the pay!"

A low continuos moan could be heard in the background as another elf, tied to his seat was finally awakenning.

The singing abruptly stopped as the owner of such a repotoire of old human bawdy songs turned to look at his comrade in sympathy. "There there now old chap, how are you feeling?"

"Never better my liege", was the croaked response.

"You shouldnt have tried to regain control of the ship and tried to bring me back to my father you know. I can't believe you forced me to tie you up. Tsk tsk".

"Yes my prince", Hector was close to losing consicousness again but he was a Dragon knight. Meditating he refocused his thoughts and pain from the blow he took to the back of his head and was finally able to think coherently.

Looking at the figure of his strange prince, the lord he was sworn to protect, (and make sure he doesnt get into too much trouble.....like now) he asked, "where are we going my lord?"

"We are going to this quaint world where it seems anyone who wants to make a new life for themselves and earn a profit can be found. But first we are gonna land on the moon and disposed of our cruiser..", Hector groaned at that, an ancient and venerable cruiser disposed, as the prince continued, "..and launch an orbital shuttle and ask for clearance to land."

"But first", the prince leapt off the command seat and started whistling as he went to check on his stockpile of gold he 'borrowed' from his father's, the emperor's treasury, and began to load up the shuttle, leaving poor old loyal Hector to contemplate their fate of possibly never returning to their homeworld again.

Hector could only shake his head in despair.

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Hours later, a shuttle departed from the moon with an enthusiatic Prince and his wayward comrade, who was very depressed at the moment. One because he was part of the prince's another escapade, and two, because he was still tied up, this time into a bundle because he broke free before and tried to commandeer the ship again.

The prince sent a message to the world.

"This is a shuttle of Nathaniel Everwing. Seeking clearance for a landing for two colonists. We are sending you our information now"

Name: Nathaniel Everwing
Age: 206
Height: 5'8"
Gender: Male
Education Level: Military affairs, swordmanship, teaching, book keeping, starship license
Occupation: Librarian
Race: Elf

Name: Hector Fallenleaves
Age: 204
Height: 5'9"
Gender: Male
Education Level: Military affairs, explosives and demolition, hand to hand combat (elite level), swordmanship, standard weapons training, heavy weapons training, deep space combat training, desert combat training, jungle combat training, artic combat training, space boarding action training, first aid treatment license, certificate Maxima in armour repair, certifate Maxima in weapons repair, marksmanship, starship license, starship repair license, communications license, communications repairs license, heavy military vehicle license, heavy vehicle repair license, light vehicle license, light vehicle repair license. And.....book keeping.
Occupation: assistant Librarian
Race: Elf

OOC: Sorry I am late.....

IC:

The Air Traffic Control for the Shin-Nihon Colony's Airport said, "Elvarin Aircraft, please land on Runway 2."