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| 13 Aug 2011 05:18 PM |
You are a low-ranking military officer in the space division. You didn't learn all the tricks for survival, or combat, as your ship was only meant to explore space.
You were peacefully passing your 5th solar-system, searching for life, when a wormhole opened up and the ship was caught. You were sent not only way out in space, but also way into the future. By the time it would take to get back to earth, the human race would have gone extinct. Now, you must survive on what you've got.
(This is a realistic Lost-In-Space RP. And, we're in the future. So, yes, we have holograms and replicators, etc. This is NOT Star Wars or Star Trek, although I will base it slightly on Star Trek.)
~Rules:~ 1.Atleast TRY to have good grammar and spelling. This rule will not be enforced, I just hope people will listen to it. 2.You must be accepted. 3.Storymode RPing only. 4.Spamming/Trolling/Flaming will be reported emmediatly. 5. err.... have fun? :I
UNIFORMS: The uniforms are Black cargo pants. a choice betwene black, dark blue, or dark green jacket. A sleeve-less shirt colored by your rank and position. White for captain. Black for no rank. Tactical/Command is yellow, orange, and red (class 1 is yellow, 2 is orange, 3+ is red.) Security is green(the darker the color the higher rank). Engineering/Science is Blue(Shade = rank, like security). and Medical is Pink, Magenta, Purple.
CS: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Rank/Position: Bio: Other: |
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| 13 Aug 2011 05:38 PM |
(your character, if they're a working officer, must be older than 18 and younger than 60. If not, they can be any age.)
(We start BEFORE we go through the wormhole.)
CS: Name: Casey A. A.ge: 21 Gender: M Appearance: Messy brown hair. Really blue eyes. White, tan-ISH skin. Black cargo pants. Red, sleeve-less shirt. Black jacket. Black shoes. Rank/Position: 7. Tactical. (Rank only goes up to 11.) Bio: [NONE] Other: [NONE]
CS: Name: Kathrine J Wyldeman. (Prefers Kat.) A.ge: 105. The body is 23. Gender: F Appearance: Long, straight, dark brown/black hair. White skin. Grey eyes. Freckle-colored spots one her forhead and around to her temple. (about .25 inches in diameter. NOT circular.) Black cargo pants. Magenta, sleeve-less shirt. Dark blue jacket. Black shoes. Rank/Position: 5. Medical. Bio: The body is a spcies called the Bimenti. They're a the host of the species called the Semigo. A parasitic species that is surgically and voluntarily put inside the host body. When done, the Semigo absorbs the host's memories, and their personalities and minds mix. Other: [NONE] |
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| 13 Aug 2011 05:56 PM |
| (I'll join in a bit, but I have to ask, is there anyone on the ship who takes care of supplies, handles rationing, makes sure nothing is out of place, etc. A quartermaster, if you will.)) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 05:59 PM |
| (That's part of a Security officer's job.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:10 PM |
(I wanted the quartermaster job.) (Ah well, I'll have to settle for a stowaway.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:11 PM |
| (There's not only ONE of each rank. There's multiple medical officers, multiple security officers, etc. There's only 1 captain, and only one 1st officer, but other than that there's multiple everything.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:13 PM |
(And, this is a military ship, any stowaways would have to have come on after we left earth, so you wouldn't be able to be human.)
(And you wouldn't get a uniform unless we decided to let you stay and gave you one.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:18 PM |
(Wait, because it's a military ship, you can't have human stow-aways.) (What kind of logic is that?) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:21 PM |
| (Because it would have been checked before we left. But AFTER we left, you could have come from your planet/ship, onto ours.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:22 PM |
| (What if I bribed someone to ignore the oddly-heavy crate?) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:26 PM |
(Ok, then, maybe.... But this IS the future, I think they'd know before they recruited someone that they might do that.)
(But, ok. Maybe you both bribed AND blackmailed them or something?)
(I don't really care, I just prefer that you make a CS soon so that I can start.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:28 PM |
(Yeah, I bribed a person a met at a party who was on the expedition, and blackmailed him with photos of him cheating on his wife.) (Making character soon.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:29 PM |
(:D) (or, in this case,
~::D
ALIEN SMILY 4TW.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:35 PM |
Casey I sit at the piloting station as we pass our 5th star.
"Shields begining to fail. 52%" A Class 1 says.
I becomes slightly hotter and more intense as we get close to the sun.
"Shield levels dropping. Hull and core temperature rising. Shields at 40%. 30... 25... " And then we pull free. I sigh with relief. "Shields rising. 50%." The Class 1 says, less tensfully. |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:36 PM |
Name: Thane Salus A.ge: 31 Gender: Male Appearance: Short black unstyled hair, white skin, black cargo pants, dark green sleeveless shirt, black jacket. Rank/Position: 10. Security Bio: N/A Other: Has a holographic pet bird on his shoulder usually. |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:40 PM |
(Portable holograms need a projector. There's probably a metal projector attached to your shoulder. It would be shaped to fit you.)
(And, I'd rather you weren't Class 10. You can be 9, though. I'd rather reserve 10 for the captain.)
(Other than those, accepted! :D) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:45 PM |
(Bump.)
Kat Kai, the Semigo, and Scytha, the host, weren't getting along. It's not like they're 2 different conciousnesses sharing one body, they ARE one person. But they've found something that their 2 merged personalities don't agree on. Their idea of a perfect guy. While Kai hasn't yet found 'The one', Scytha seems to be in love with everyone she meets. And trust me, it's not like that hasn't caused problems. |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:48 PM |
Name: Elliot Wimsley Age: forty Gender: Male Appearance: Fair skin, dirty brown hair and tangled brown beard, unremarkable brown eyes, of average height, slightly emaciated. Wears a ragged and dirty olive-green utility jumpsuit padded with cotton and leather, studded with bits of metal around the chest and shin area. Wears brown hiking boots with some bits of metal studded on it. Was wearing this before getting on the ship. Rank/Position: Stow-away in the cargo hold. Bio: Was a homeless man on the streets. He managed to get hired to clean up at a hotel party that took place before the ship left. While cleaning up, he snatched a holo-recorder to sell, but upon inspecting noises in one of the rooms, he used it to take incriminating holo-vids of a man cheating on his wife. When the man was to leave to the ship, Elliot took him aside, and showed him the video, threatening to give these to his wife, unless he ignored the fact that Elliot would be hiding in a crate on the ship. On the first trip to an alien planet, the man was killed, and Elliot heard of this, so he threw the videos away. He's still on the ship, hiding behind a metal panel in the cargo hold, where a makeshift mattress and food storage is. Life on the ship, even in the cargo hold, was infinitely better than scrounging around in the slums. Other: Fashioned a pair of combat gloves from taking a pair of gloves, attaching bits of metal to the back of the glove, nuts and bolts to the knuckles, making it heavy and able to deliver a stunning blow. |
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| 13 Aug 2011 06:58 PM |
(Accepted! :D)
(Start whenever you like, preferably soon.)
Casey The ship, no longer in danger, is put back on autopilot. Casey uses his spare time to finally go down and see his quarters for the first time. 10 days, and not once had he gone down to sleep. He would just fall asleep at the pilot's station, to be woken when he was needed. When I walk in, I look at the grey bed. a light grey matress, white pillows, and a grey, slightly purple, comforter. To my left is a replicator, to create food and small items, and to my right is the door to a bathroom. Behind the bed, the wall is almost comepletely a window other than 3 feet under the glass, and 2 foot above it. The walls are 11 feet high, and the room is 40x40, not including the bathroom, so there's plenty of room. I begin unpacking. |
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| 13 Aug 2011 07:03 PM |
(You don't need to change the CS. It's fine. Just imagine the changes are already on it.)
Kat I walk through the bridge to the command room, as I need to find casey. But he's not there. It's unexpected, but easy to find him. I tap the button attached to my left wrist, like everyone has, and speak into it. "Locate Casey Ahumada." A few seconds later, it creates a small holographic map, and I follow it to his quarters. Realizing it's his first time there, I go back to the Medical Station.
(The 'button' attached to her wrist looks like a thing plastic cylinder around her wrist. It's comfortably fitted to her liking. When you tap the top of it, you can speak a command into it and it will help you if you can. Certain things you need security clearance for.) |
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| 13 Aug 2011 07:04 PM |
| I went over to my quarters and took off my hologram pet, transferring my pet from the shoulder pad to a projector in a bird cage.I ordered some food from the replicator and ate, relaxing on a chair when break ended.I finished my food, transferred my pet back, and put it on as I walked out the door grabbing my gun. |
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