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Ok. I'm sick of comming on here and not finding a decent SCI-FI thread to join, so I've decided to take matters into my own hands, and create one myself.

Go me.

What I have in mind is a character-based RP set in a nameless galaxy far far away and what have you. I'll be needing at least 3 players for this. You'll be taking on the roles of a small, uassuming band of mercenaries/adventurers and would-be trouble makers.

I have a few ideas regarding where I'd like this to go and so on, but nothing is really decided yet so we'll just see how it all turns out.

Anyone interested?

Tag

Sounds fun.

One question though: do we get explosives?

damn :P, i tried o do something like this and it fell through, and now you do this when im busy :P.

tag; sounds fun. and there is decent Sci fi RP

The Emperor Fenix: Oh you know Fenix, I try to keep my eye on you and time my RPs when your too busy to participate. It's a hobby of mine. Or not.

Stellar Nations: Explosives you ask? Why, of course you get explosives! Or at least you get as many as you think it's safe for your character to drag around without blowing up on account of a stray las-round in the wrong place. No running around with palm-sized hydrogen bombs mind you, I do have my limits.

If any of you are interested in joining, please post your character descriptions with information telling a bit about the usual stuff: looks, motivations, general weaponry and whatever else you feel is necessary.

Anything interesting that might have happened in your life so far, bring it on as well (C'mon, you must have experienced something worthwile at some point! Why did you become a two-bit gunslinger, for instance?)

Hmm...

~~DOSSIER~~
Name: Cpt. David Channing
Age: 35
Height: 182cm
Weight: 78kg
Species: Human
Hair: Black
Complexion: Pale
Physique: Below Average
IQ: 130
Mental State: Recovering from Trauma
Identifying features: Fits very much into the stereotyped "average" look.
Background: Born on a freighter, and has had a lifelong love for starships. Became captain of the construction starship Halogen, and later crash landed on Deneb Centauri after being hit by a huge volcanic boulder during liftoff. After being rescued, he was awarded the Order of Crusoe, and spent several weeks on Upsilon Andromedae I recuperating. His psychologist then recommended that he be put back to piloting starships as this was his "home environment". He then proceeded to take a position as a solo scout and later dissapeared. Later scans showed he was the victim of a freak tear in space-time and had slipped to an unknown destination.
~~END DOSSIER~~

Hakurabi: Hm. This is interesting. I'll look forward to seeing more of this character once we get the game going; nice start.

OOC: I've actually got a good idea as to how to start him off in this new dimension. Have his scout suddenly materialise on the relevant planet, and crash. The language barrier will be solved by... what else? A BABEL FISH!

OOC: I may join, but not right now. Tag, for the moment. /OOC

Hakurabi: Whatever you think fits your character. A crash-landing sounds like as good a way to may your entrance than any other way... Mind you thatI need a few more people to start the whole thing with, and then get on to the planet in question.

So in other words; don't be afraid people! Follow Hakurabi's good example and post your characters here so we can get this thing of the ground!

Bump.

I've actually got a pair of character's i'd like to use, but one of them is almost useless in combat, so it works.

Kinto
Race: Cyrian (Blue fur, six fingered hands, bone nubs on the skull, agile.)
Age: 34
Religion: none
Fur color: Blue
Temperament: Manic depressive to psychotic extremes.
Kinto is predictable only in his unpredictability. He is an amazing fighter pilot, having flown in the cyrian space fleet for ten years of his life. He became a bounty hunter looking for pirates in the nether regions of space after a failed joining. Just a forewarning, don't mention the name "Listana" around him. His mate got sick of him, and left without warning, taking their six month old child with her. He has since given up on locating her. Now he takes out his agression on space faring pirates, and to a lesser extent, his partner Saj.

Saj
Race: Sedenta (Giant lizards w/ vestigial wings from a carbon desert planet.)
Age: 25
Religion: The Father in the Depths (sedenta religious belief.)
Scale color: Green
Temperament: Mercurial
Saj tries a bit too hard to cheer people up. He's not quite bubbly, but he certainly isn't gloomy. He was cast out of his home one day when he made the unforgivable mistake of accitentally tipping a water resevoir. (on a carbon dust planet, water is psychotically hard to find.) He wandered the wastes, barely surviving, until he came upon a downed ship, from which emanated a stream of the foulest curses he had ever heard in his life. He went to investigate, and saw a blue Cyrian trying and failing to fix the electrical system on his ship. He simply couldn't reach the necessary wire. After a bit of a standoff with a plasma pistol. Saj convinced Kinto (because that's who it was) to let him try and fix it. He moved his long neck and whiplike tail in there and, through a little work, managed to patch together the wires. Since he had nowhere else to go, he left his homeworld of Molten with Saj. He has since sent enough water back home to pay his debt five times over.
Saj is an idiot savant when it comes to electronics, though he has very limited skills when it comes to anything else. A great perk of living in space, he has found, is that water is a tenth the price it is on Molten. So he gluts himself on it, and often sloshes a bit when he walks.

I'll leave it up to you whether they get a fighter or not.

OOC: By any chance would Kinto be able to make computers commit suicide by talking to them?

Count me in.

Info -
Anthony Wesselsky
Age: 42
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs
Human
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
White
IQ: 161
Distinguishing Features: Apendectomy surgical scar (right side).
Background: Former convict on the count of 20 different murders he committed while in the military. Escaped from prison at age 32 after he had been tortured and abused. His temperament is cold and distant, lacking pity. He claims his period in prison and the various things done to him there shut down his feelings. He doesn't seek anything except to keep living, inside or outside of the law.

(ooc: only if they catch him when he's halfway drunk and in one of his moods. Most of Kinto's depression and mania gets channeled into pure agression against all things living and dead.)

Hey! here's some pictures of them!
http://www.iuploads.com/uploads/2e4d1ef75b.png (http://www.iuploads.com)
http://www.iuploads.com/uploads/3e00f9b349.png (http://www.iuploads.com)

Berilion Errindi (No one knows this though... along with anything of the rest of him)
Age: Unknown, assumed over 100. By reputaion, over a hundred
Height: anywhere from 5'6 to 5'11
Weight: unknown, about 120-130 from guesses
Race: Human
Hair: currently brown
Eyes: unknown
IQ: unknown. Assumed that it's quite high
Distinguishing Features: always wears a hooded cloak, no one has ever see his face, or at least lived to tell about it. Gruff voice. very strong
Background: No one knows much about him. He has been signted over several decades of time, and there are images to prove that someone exactly the same as him has been there. He is always seen just before something really bad hapens, usualy on the side that sees him second. Most of these 'bad things' are explosions, and no one heas ever figured out why there was an explosion there. No traces of chemicals or flamables, just an explosion.

Did i create a mysterious character or no?

Name:U-57
Species:Cybergenetic Human hybrid
Height:6'4"
weight:aprox. 500lbs
age:24 (hybrid for 5 years)
Abilities: cybergenetic implants allow night/thermal/magnetic vision, extra strength/toughness(armour)
background: unit 57 was a cancelled program made by the 57th infantry of the interergalactic defense army (IDA) the IDA cancelled the program when they started using robots instead. All prototypes were ordered to be destroyed but unit 57 was stolen by spacejackers who later threw him out because no one would buy him off them.
Apperance: Differs due to U57's universal modular design. U57 can be out fitted with an array of adons from rocket launchers to add on armour. Overall looks almost like a robot exept when you can see his face.

The scout suddenly materialised over an unknown planet. The frail scout was not designed for atmospheric flight and struggled before plummeting to the ground.

Displays flashed red as Channing frantically tried to pull up the nose of the craft, with limited success. He hit the big red "Emergency Landing" button, and a vac-suit quickly wrapped around him, and connected up to his helmet. A carbon nanotube shield extended over the cockpit, as the scout crashed and drove through a few metres of ground before coming to a halt. A hatch opened on the side of the scout, with some vital supplies.

The cockpit opened, and Channing stepped out of the wrecked scout. The main body appeared to be in reasonable condition, though the nose was heavily damaged, as were the G-nullifier launch units and the hyperspace jumper. He took the supplies from the hatch on the side, and sat down against the side of his ship to ponder his situation.

~~SUIT STATUS REPORT~~
Initialising...
--LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS-- OK
--ATMOSPHERIC SCANNER-- OK
--WEIGHT COMPENSATORS-- OK
--SEISMIC PREDICTOR-- OK
--CHEMICAL ANALYSER-- OK
--WEATHER MEASUREMENT UNIT-- OK
--LONG RANGE HYPERSPACE COMMUNICATOR-- NOT FOUND
Initialising Secondary Communicator . . .
--RADIO COMMUNICATOR-- OK
--SOLAR GENERATOR-- OK
--FUSION GENERATOR-- OK
--WASTE EJECTION SYSTEM-- OK
--OPTICAL ENHANCER PORT-- OK
Scanning for optical enhancements . . .
1 Item found.
Identifying Plugin. . .
--TELESCOPIC VIEWING ENHANCEMENT-- Installing . . . OK
--ENCYCLOPEDIA PLUGIN-- OK
--ENCYCLOPEDIA WRITABLE ARCHIVES-- OK
--SUIT ANALYSER-- OK
Name: Captain David Channing
Vital Signs: Normal
Oxygen Supplies: 100%
Food supplies: 60 days
Water Supplies: 60 days
Suit Integrity: 100%
Atmosphere: Scanning...
Soil Composition: Unknown
Tectonic Activity: Unknown
Weather Patterns: Unknown

--INVENTORY ANALYSER-- OK
Contents of Backpack: Scanning . . .
Towel
Contents of Belt: Scanning . . .
Contents of Bandolier: Scanning . . .
Solar Laser Rifle
Contents of Gloves: Scanning . . .
Soil [Composition unknown]

Scanning for new hardware . . .
1 Item found.
Identifying Hardware . . .
--HYPERSPACE WARP UNIT-- Installing . . . Hardware damaged.
Installation failed.
Scanning for new software . . .
2 Items found.
Identifying Software . . .
--BABEL FISH TRANSLATION SYSTEM-- Installing . . . OK
--FUZZY LOGIC SOFTWARE IDENTIFICATION SYSTEM-- Installing . . . OK
Initialisation complete.
~~SUIT STATUS REPORT~~

As he read off the checklist on the visor, his hopes fell as he read - "Long Range Hyperspace communicator not found". His only hope now was for some sort of civilisation, or at least a friendly ship. He threw away the hyperspace warp, which had become little more than a ball of plastic and metal.

He dropped the soil into the suit analysers, and used the (thankfully) still functioning telescopic lenses to search for anything that might mean his salvation.

So do my guys get to have their fighter?

OOC: You might as well just give them their fighter - you can always blow it up later if need be.

*Bump*

OOC: Well, this is great isn't it? This thread of mine is about to take off and suddenly the computer is of to be repaired, leaving me unable to participate in my own idea... oh well.

I'm sorry all, but I don't know how long I'll be gone, so anyone who feels like hijacking this thread for their own purposes is quite free to do so.

G'day.

OOC: Well, might as well keep going. I'm just waiting for someone to find my guy.

OOC: Sure thing, Hakurabi. :D

IC:

Anthony Wesselsky peered out from over the bushes he was behind, gripping his rifle in his gloved hands. The loud shochwave of sound he had heard had more than arroused him from his light sleep. Off in the distance, he could see something glinting in the sunlight. Something very large to even be visible at that distance. His hopes rose, and he leapt over the hedge.

He started to run towards the object, yelling excitedly, waving his hands and his rifle above his head. He felt his opportunity to get off the sh*tty little planet he had been stuck on had finally arrived.

In space, a vast, endless expanse, the fighter ship continued onwards. Kinto was entirely unsure what to do. Civilization had pulled out of this system, they'd mined it and prospered, but the pirates had come and the mines were depleted. Now the pirates ruled the area. This pissed Kinto off. A lot. Especially because with Civilization, any chance of him getting back to Cyrian space was gone. The pirates sure wern't going to let him hitch a ride. And he knew eventually they'd wear him down, he'd run out of fuel... They'd scrag his fighter and kill him. Kinto was livid.
Saj was taking things much better. He was on his back with a jug of water and was working on slowly transferring the water from the jug to one of his thirty four bladders. Kinto's eye twitched with every little "Glug" noise, until finally, in a blur of speed, he pulled his gun, turned, and fired.
Water sprayed on Saj's face. He got up, tilting the jug to save what he could, and licked some of it off of the floor.
"Get out of here, you. Don't you see I'm frustrated?" Kinto muttered, turning back to the screen.
Saj finished licking up the water, and then, setting the jug well out of the way, walked on all fours over to Kinto, looking at the screen. "Whats the problem, Kinto?"
"Were stuck here, that's the fritting problem!" Kinto growled.
"well, lets do a scan of the local area. See what's going on." Saj said, punching in the proper commands with his two forelimbs and tail. The ship's computer began scanning the area.

Wormhole found. Stability 98%. destination unknown.
Multiple contacts closing at 5000 meters per second second and accelerating. Three hundred thousand meters and closing.
Contact Number Three. Flaming Fist Fighters. Estimated threat levels 3,3,5.
proceed with caution.
Kinto looked to the right view screen, and sure enough, three specs of light could be seen moving in the distence. He turned the ship around, glad to finally have found something upon which to vent his frustrations.
"Okay saj, find somewhere else to be. I'm gonna go to work now."
Saj scampered off as Kinto punched in his thrusters, accelerating to 3000 mps in two seconds. He powered his weapons, bolstered the shields, and got his missiles and mines ready. The wormhole, and home, would be for later. Now was the time for some fun.

As the ships closed, Kinto fired three missiles in rappid succession, pulling up just ahead of the line of enemy fire. two of the enemy ships dodged the missiles, but the third was hit by two of them, it's shields were out. Kinto did a rapid turn, bringing his gun turrets to bear, and firing streams of plasma bolts into the damaged ship.
"That's one down." said Kinto as the pirate ship burned away. He punded his thrusters and managed to move just ahead of the plasma streams from the two remaining ships. He pulled his ship into a tight arc, until it was at a ninety degree angle from his previous position, and then twisted it around, firing on the two ships. Well, on the one ship, the other had gotten a clue. He burned through half the shield before the pirate managed to brake free of his firing pattern. Kinto turned and moved, but he took a few hits to his shields for his trouble. Now both ships were a lot closer behind him, not wanting him to be able to do that again. Just as he wanted them. He dropped his hand from the firing control to pull a lever at his side. A mine dropped from the bottom of the fighter. one of the fighters pulled out, but the other plowed right into it, and with it's damaged sheilds, it took a beating. When Kinto spun around behind it, he shot the engines until they exploded.

Finally, Kinto faced off against the last fighter, the threat level five. Kinto pushed for all his engines would give. The other fighter did the same, and they were converging at 6,000 meters per second. Kinto let lose a missile, and the pirate dodged, but kinto cut his path with bolts of plasma. Kinto was turning and firing into the pirates side, and his shields were down before he was able to pull out of his flight path. The pirate tried to run, but Kinto tracked him, and took him out. He used his trackter beam to haul in what was still valuable out of the ships, and sped off towards the wormhole. He finally made it in, and flew through. There were a few moments of black turbulence, a slight sickening feeling, and then...
Then Kinto was looking on a planet.

ooc:is this still open to join?

ooc: if Hanseania doesn't come back soon, then we'll probably hijack it. So, maybe.
If he does come back, then maybe.