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| 20 Mar 2012 03:08 PM |
--Captain's log, stardate 2349-01-4--
Just incase we DO actually get rescued, eventually, I have decided to record all of the events leading up to this point for review by my superiors. If we are all dead or infected after you recieve our distress signal, our ship's AI, Hera, will transmit this recording back to NASA.
NASA scientists finally discovered an efficient method of colonizing planets in 2345, using a synthesized Elion-proton gas as a terraforming agent. After this momentus discovery, they sent us, the crew of the Starship Excelsior, to the relatively nearby planet of Verandia. However, the Excelsior was caught in the gravity well of an uncharted planet, and soon after crashed into it's moon. Few men died in the crash, and more were injured. What was worse, the Elion-proton gas started to leak out of it's containers. Since the planet's moon had no atmosphere, it was wasted upon open space.
A week after the crash, we had set up an oxygen generator, which solved our oxygen problems. Not long after we got the air scrubber running, people started to show signs of a strange form of dementia. Affected citizens started to become increasingly hostile and violent, often fatally so. As this disease continued to spread, I ordered that all passengers and crew members must wear a sealed, protective suit at all times until our scientists know for certain that whatever was causing this is not an airborne virus of some kind.
Two weeks after the first outbreak, we managed to secure the ship's subspace transmitter and repaired it back to full functionality. The demented crewmen had set an assault against the ship's electical generator, which we had remoed for repairs after the ship had crashed. The infected crewmen had obviously lost all intelligence, as they were trying to destroy the generator with nothing but their blo.odied fists.
Eventually the infected crewmen landed a lucky blow, short-circuiting the generator and frying all of the infected nearby. A loud bang resounded through the ship's passageways, and shook what we had claimed as our base of operations, the ship's armoury. The generator was now in an unstable state, electrocuting anything that it came into contact with. This severely hindered our ability to repair the generator, as engieers are not expendable.
If you can hear this, please send help. This has been the captain of the Starship Excelsior, signing off.
•Thanks to• RJ1995, for writing the excellent description. Awesome234, for providing the collab thread. Everyone else in this thread for helping: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=64665535&PageIndex=2
•Rules• Controlled Sane Domains: Medical bay, captain's co.ckpit, food storage, armory/barracks. Everywhere else = No man's land No ubering or powerplaying. You can create your own guns, but must be in accordance to the rule above. Normal ROBLOXian rules. Everyone in the collab is now mod. (No more mods after my post of declaring this thread.)
•CS• Name: A.ge: Speciality: Serial number (4 numbers): Current equipment: Current Domain: Biography:
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RJ1995
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| 20 Mar 2012 03:47 PM |
| (Tagged. Thank you for the compliment.) |
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| 20 Mar 2012 08:21 PM |
| (( Woo, I'll join whenever I feel like being creative. )) |
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alpha8
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| 20 Mar 2012 09:56 PM |
| (( I guess nows the time then, =P. )) |
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| 20 Mar 2012 10:01 PM |
Name: Icarus Aetherman A.ge: 34 Speciality: Engineer and Caretaker Serial number (4 numbers): 8211 Current equipment: Ensnarus Non-Lethal Shockgun (ENLS), small toolbox with tools and broken but can be improvised pieces. Iron Surgeon shock gloves (Gloves that can distribute or absorb electricity.) Current Domain: Food storage Biography: Icarus was a smart, intelligent but under-achieving boy in his family. His life-long passion was to be one of the first to board a colonial ship. This goal was sealed when his grand-parents described humanity's first landing on the moon, and Icarus soon went off, looking for an excuse to board the Excelsior. However, he discovered only those that have a job onboard may come. He finally put down his slack ways and begin to learn school as an engineer. By the year had come, Icarus was one of the last to enroll for the Excelsior. He felt satisfied about himself, until now. |
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| 20 Mar 2012 10:03 PM |
Name: Jessi Ray A.ge: 29 Speciality: Excels in stealth, and can easily sneak past the crazies (What should we call them?) Serial number (4 numbers): 2253 Current equipment: A small dagger held in a leather sheath, an AK-47, and a medium range sniper rifle. Current Domain: In the armory. Biography: Jessi failed at anything she tried doing on Earth, so she decided to go to another planet. She has light-blonde hair ut to a short-length for easy maneuverability, light-blue eyes, and a small scar on her cheek from an accident during training. She can be friendly, but can take some time warming up to people.
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alpha8
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| 20 Mar 2012 10:04 PM |
| (Crap. So that was what it was. Sorry. Haven't been in RP for a long time, I knew something was missing in the CS.) |
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alpha8
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| 20 Mar 2012 10:05 PM |
| (I suggest we call the crazies the clouded. Just my suggestion.) |
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| 20 Mar 2012 10:16 PM |
My feet rested on an empty crate as I munched on a cold piece of bread. My ENLS lay propped up against the wall while a camera zoomed into view.
"You know, the auto-turrets in the cafeteria are out of bullets?"
My happiness fell with those words. I kicked the crate out, smashing it into the opposite wall and took my ENLS, and thrust my hand into my Iron Surgeon. I hastily dashed towards the cafeteria, where the clouded were not in view. Thank gaga they weren't there to find out about the empty turrets. I quickly unloaded one and shoved another box into it, and done the same. I lay there, analyzing it for repairs. |
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| 20 Mar 2012 10:43 PM |
| A muffled shot came from one of the turrets. I sighed as I plunged my hands into the turret, feeling around for the jammed bullets. There. I used my finger to push it out of the barrel, and then it lay. Clink. Clink. I retracted my hands, just as some screaming came from the cafeteria. I picked up my ENLS and aimed it forward, just in case the turret misses them. |
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RJ1995
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| 20 Mar 2012 11:04 PM |
Name: John Ari A.ge: 34 Speciality: John Ari is the captain of the Excelsior. Serial number (4 numbers):0109 Current equipment: bolt pistol (Fires a bolt of ionized plasma. High damage, short range.), short-range cmunicator, light armour Current Domain: Armoury Biography: One of the top in his class at the NASA aerospace academy, John Ari seemed to be the perfect choice for the colonization mission. However, the spboard AI, Hera, forgot to mention an approaching planet during near-FTL travel, which resulted in the Excelsior crash-landing into the rogue planet's moon. Now, John is doing his best to make sure as many people make it back to Earth intact.
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alpha8
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| 21 Mar 2012 12:23 AM |
(Srry for the wait. If you still are waiting.)
A clouded came hurling themselves, throwing themselves right at the barricade. He seemed to be wearing a protective vest and helmet, so the bullets merely was slowed by the vest or bounced off it. I fired my ENLS a few times, but the surges were absorbed as well. I sighed, rushing forward and hitting him with my gun's butt, knocking his helmet off. Then I kicked him, shoving him towards the ground and forcing my Iron Surgeon upon his forehead. I watched with satisfaction as I saw electrical currents transferring from my gloves to his head, resulting in his death. |
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alpha8
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| 21 Mar 2012 09:38 PM |
| (Okie. Sorry about last night. I'm on now.) |
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| 21 Mar 2012 09:46 PM |
(( I got no idea that to do. -_- ))
~|Jessi|~
I pace around the armory to to think of a plan on how to contact the world. |
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| 21 Mar 2012 09:54 PM |
"Your going to regret that."
I turn around and saw Hera's camera staring at me, evidently followed me all the way here.
"Why?"
"Because there are loads more nearby. They probably heard you. They like sounds."
"Initiate neutral mode."
A deeper, less emotional voice appears.
"Hera, AI of the Excelsior."
"Run an organic test."
"Hera indicates over 350 lifeforms in the area."
"Mobilize battle-stations!" I yelled back.
"Mobilizing."
Then Hera used the global speakers to announce the coming fight.
"Lifeform overload at northern cafeteria. Suggest congregation at northern cafeteria."
Soon Hera revisited her original state.
"I could have done that."
"You wouldn't have want to." |
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:08 PM |
Roblox acting up for me.. one sec.
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:12 PM |
~|Jessi|~
Syntona comes over and tells me that a large amount of the clouded are headed this way. Being trapped in the armory doesnt help, because it already was surronded. I look around for my wall gun and see it folded away by the back wall. I grab it and set it up by the window with the largest vantage point and prepare. |
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:16 PM |
Name: Hakeem Johnson A.ge: 24 Speciality: Culinary Gunsmen Serial number (4 numbers): 1234 Current equipment: Pocket knife, .22 caliber,and spare changes Current Domain: In the Medical Bay Biography: Hakeem was the brightest in his family till his parents split up and broke him down. He comitted tons of crimes on Earth till a "voice in his head showed him the ship." He locked down on him self and eventually made it in to the Excelsio as the youngest.
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:24 PM |
(Accepted)
Bedeep
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
The auto-turrets fired away, shredding ranks of the clouded. Though their undeveloped AI missed some who they had seen as dead. Alot ran through the barricades, charging right at me. I hesitated, overwhelmed by the amount of clouded. I shot a few rounds from my ENLS and then charged forward, shoving them right back into the turrets to get shot and melee'ing some. Soon, I settled down behind the firing turrets, quickly engineering an explosive through putting some explosive material in a fragile tube. I quickly threw it and and threw a match of fire after it, engulfing the area in flames. Although it did very little damage to the majority of the fighting force, it cut of the area, for reinforcements to arrive. |
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:27 PM |
| (I'M READINGH, DUN START RAUDAWDYNUA) |
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:41 PM |
Name: Thomas Slaig A.ge: 31 Speciality: Electrical/Heavy Lifting Career Serial number (4 numbers): 4527 Current equipment: Pale-grey Heavy Assault Rifle, Sterilized Synthetic Knapsack whereby it contains simple circuiting/electronic navigating gear and few rations. Ragged Blue Long-sleeved Roundabout Shirt with matching Baggy Trousers that are tucked into Black Deck Boots. This is worn under Light Protective Torso plate and Pauldrons sealed and bolted together by Scrap Metal. He also dawns a Grey Hessian Slouch Cap. Current Domain: In the Ventilation Ducts near the Food Storage for a Scavenging Mission. Biography: A former electrician brought in by Nasa after earning a nice degree at the future Massachusetts Institute of Technology, he gladly excepted such high a position in a trip to outer space. This was both partly part of patriotism, as well as part of his superstition that he had a seen a sign in the clouds; telling that this was his future. |
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| 21 Mar 2012 10:48 PM |
| (( Pretty sure, I can accept so, accepted. )) |
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alpha8
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| 22 Mar 2012 03:15 PM |
(More people joining. Yay!)
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| 22 Mar 2012 03:19 PM |
-Icarus-
I hastily dashed to the auto-turrets, shoving in another box of ammo into it, and closing the flap.
"How are they looking?" I asked Hera, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Can't say nothing if you don't say please."
"Initiate neut-"
"Okay, okay. Fine."
"Some of them, not most are still running into the fire. Others are just gazing. The heat levels are burning down, it's not gonna hold longer."
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