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| 24 Nov 2012 05:41 PM |
HISTORY:
An unknown extraterrestrial entity from the general direction of the Orion Arm was spotted on the fringe of the Oort Cloud, circa 2517.
Concern spread as the massive swarm of objects cut for a beeline towards Earth, with an apparent mission in mind. Short months later, concern gave way to fear when it was discovered that these objects were under the control of an unidentified race rendered from pure genocidal instinct.
The Federation of Humanity proceeded to resurrect its mothballed warships (Some dating back to the 22nd century) in an attempt to halt the alien advance as best as it could.
Most scout teams were never heard from again; Though the Federation could hold onto victory in some places most battles ended in a draw as the raw numbers of the alien fleet pushed on.
Fear broke through to panic when they reached the solar system.
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The research stations at Uranus Neptune were wiped out first. The lunar colonies on Jupiter and Saturn barely held against the incursion. The old shipyards on Mars were in full swing churning out ammunition and vessels. Months of fighting turned into years as the corpses of spacecraft from both sides littered our solar system, though we could stake out the toughest times of the war through mining the asteroid belts.
Time passes on, and judging by the tactics we threw at each other it looked as if the enemy was as desperate to take our home planet as we were at keeping it.
9 excruciating years of endless fighting later, and it was more and more apparent that the war was inefficient. Soldiers were dying, the economy took hits, and the enemy didn't have plans to relent. You couldn't communicate with them in any way, but we knew that one of us would have to make a choice.
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Last year, the Federation started drafting people into the Navy. Last week, you were counted in, too.
Training was hasty and the process was quick. The battleship you're on still has that new spaceship smell; The Navy has just commissioned the USS Heimdall a few months ago and you're the next round of near-disposable men and women to pilot it. 300 meters' worth of warship armed with the most up-to-date weapons and experimental technology, with a fighter bay included as well as enough living area for 100 crew.
http://www.roblox.com/UFHC-100-Heimdall-item?id=66994683 http://www.roblox.com/Heimdall-Bow-item?id=66994695
You were assigned an occupation on the Heimdall via your past job. Scientists were assigned to the information modules, doctors were put into the medic station, and the like.
Didn't matter if you had a family around you or not, if you had a livelihood, or if you never wanted anything to do with The War in the first place; That's irrelevant. What counts is that you are on a battleship headed for Jupiter to fight God Knows What, conveniently located a million miles away from home.
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Black sky is a sci-fi role-play set on a single battleship as it fights aliens and all manner of non-human baddies.
Characters will all constitute as crew, who fill the general roles of a warship that need not be mentioned (Navigator, engineer, fighter pilot, etc). Higher-up roles like officers and captain will be reserved and controlled via admin until someone's eligible for the role. If you have any question about the crew roles, ask me anything and I'll clear it up
^Should you be a pilot, you'll be assigned a pre-set ship based on your character's past occupation
I'll be controlling most events as the story goes on. Encounters with aliens, random events, etc
Standard drill with general rules, and the like still apply
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CHARACTER SHEET:
Name: @ge: Gender: Appearance (No clothing; Standard uniforms are issued): Ethnicity: Home colony (Mars, Moon, Earth, etc): Personality: Past Occupation (Make it at least somewhat correlated to your role on-board): Role on ship (Medic, engineer, navigator, pilot, etc): Bio: |
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| 24 Nov 2012 05:52 PM |
| (OLD MAN SPINECHILLER MANAGED TO FIND HIS WAY TO THE THREAD WITHOUT ASSISTANCE FROM OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY. OLD MAN SPINECHILLER SHALL POST HIS CHARACTER SHEET IN A FEW MINUTES.) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 05:55 PM |
(OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY TURNS HIS BEATEN VINTAGE CAR AROUND AND CRASHES THROUGH OLD MAN SPINECHILLER'S HOUSE AGAIN
AND ASKS IF ANYONE ELSE THAT CAME FROM THAT WEIRD PEOPLE'S SUPERPOWER RP WOULD WANT TO JOIN) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 05:58 PM |
| (OLD MAN SPINECHILLER ANGRILY SHAKES HIS FIST AS HE WAKES UP FROM HIS 65th NAP OF THE DAY AND GRABS HIS CANE, STRUGGLING TO GET TO OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY'S CAR TO BRING THE WHOOP ON HIM, AND ADD EXTRA INJURIES FOR CALLING OLD MAN SPINECHILLER'S MUTANT ROLEPLAY AS WEIRD.) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:01 PM |
(OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY ATTEMPTS TO REENACT FIGHTING MOVES FROM MORTAL KOMBAT TO SCARE OFF OLD MAN SPINECHILLER'S ATTACKS
HE FELL OVER HIMSELF) |
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VoidHack
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:03 PM |
| (VOIDHACK COMES INTO THE ROOM EATING FRIED CHICKEN. HE DOES A SILLY DANCE AND BELLY FLOPS THROUGH THE FLOOR INTO THE VOID AAAAAAAAAAAAA) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:04 PM |
| (OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY RE-POSITIONS HIS SPINAL CORD BACK INTO PLACE AND ASKS IF ANY OF YOU YOUNG'IN WHIPPERSNAPPERS HAVE ACTUALLY MADE A CS) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:14 PM |
Name: Dameon Conners
@ge: 22
Gender: M
Appearance: Standard uniform.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Home Colony: Earth
Personality: Dameon, which means demon, lives up to his name very will. He is incredibly rude and mean-spirited and has a very sick sense of humor. He is very rebellious at times, especially when he is embarrassed by someone of a higher power in front of others. The only admirable thing about Dameon is that he is very trustworthy and loyal to his friends and he will always stand up for what is right, but even this can backlash.
Past Occupation: Before the world went to hell, Dameon worked at his father's vehicle repair shop called "Herald and Son's" with his two brothers, Michael and Avery, famous for doing this the old fashioned way due to their technophobe of a father.
Role on Ship: Engineer; has universal skills, but specializes in repairing and tuning vehicles and weapons to increase their performance.
Bio: Before the war start, Dameon had a very simple life. When he wasn't at school, he was working at his father's shop. The times were hard, but they got by. When Dameon was 11, his brothers Michael and Avery were both called into the war. Soon after, they were notified of their deaths. His mother regarded to that day as the day he "lost his innocence" and became the hell-raiser he's viewed as today.
Dameon has mixed emotions about getting called into war; he's happy because he feels he will be able to prove that he's more than just a headstrong kid and will be able to avenge the deaths of his brothers. But, he's also sad that he'll have to leave his life at home to go to the war. And maybe, just maybe, he's a little afraid that he'll suffer the same fate as his brothers. |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:16 PM |
(All right, you're good
When Gamer has his sheet done, we'll ship both of you on a shuttle from Mars (Your boot camp) to the orbital shipyard, where the USS Heimdall is) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:43 PM |
| (Looks: Dameon, standing just under six feet and weighing 137 lbs, seems to have always have a gruff expression. He has cream toned skin and highly defined features. His dark, oceanic blue and grey eyes always seem to have a gleam of hatred in them. His reddy brown hair, unlike most of the others whom have a military cut, is messed up with sticky gel. His skin is often blotched with black oil stains, due to him being an engineer.) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:45 PM |
(All right;
You wanna start?
You're dropped off at the ground spaceport on Mars, and you're designated to come to terminal 3B-something with a small suitcase of permitted posessions) |
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gamer326
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:47 PM |
Name: Akihito Onada @ge: Mid-20s Gender: Male Appearance (No clothing; Standard uniforms are issued): 5'11. A black, thick crewcut. (think the asian dude's hair from Star Trek...) Very dark, brown eyes and a light unibrow. His teeth are yellowish-white. Ethnicity: Asian-Hispanic Home colony (Mars, Moon, Earth, etc): Vesta Personality: Nerdy, snarky. Asocial and introverted, but can easily chastise himself if you can just make him see the error of his ways. Highly intelligent, but indecisive. Past Occupation (Make it at least somewhat correlated to your role on-board): Mining tug pilot Role on ship (Medic, engineer, navigator, pilot, etc): Navigator Bio: Born to an interracial couple in a canyon infirmary on Vesta, was homeschooled and became an avid amateur pilot and engineer. Started flying at 16, became officially licensed at 18.
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:48 PM |
(Accepted;
Same drill with Spine's character, you're dropped at the spaceport's entrance via military transport bus, designated to meet at the same terminal
You'll wait at the shuttle terminal gate, with some others, which'd probably be an opportunity to introduce your character to Spine's) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:53 PM |
-Dameon-
I watched through the tinted window of the military transport bus as we approached the spaceport. I sighed, looking around at the other people on the bus. |
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| 24 Nov 2012 06:56 PM |
The bus door slides open with a 'woosh.'
Xenshai Spaceport was founded on top of the colony of Xenshai Industries, a Japanese company that had founded the third colony on Mars circa 2108.
2 officers in full uniform directed the crowd out, along with a warning shout to not leave behind any possessions that they would have on hand in their issued personal suitcases. |
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gamer326
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:01 PM |
Akihito tugged at his shoulderpack - the only baggage he carried - as he picked himself up and struggled through and with the massive swarm of people, each seeming no different from the rest unless they were dressed garishly or followed some off-the-wall fashion - a concept as exotic and alien to him as their enemy.
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:06 PM |
The men and women in the crowd were varied. Some were seasoned veterans, some criminals, some drafted the month before.
Businessmen, commuters and the like stop and turn their heads for a split second as they pass, as if the uniform on their backs were what they were going to wear in their coffins (Which they probably would be).
Inside Terminal 3, there was a large holo-screen on their right.
A news screen showed a shot of wrecked ships from both sides as the announcer reported another hollow victory on the rings of Neptune.
Another screen to its left was a financial report. Starship fuel went up in price for the seventh consecutive month.
Another was a political ad; It was election season on Mars, and the advent of the war made it worse than ever for a political battleground in the worst of times. |
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0Z0NE
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:11 PM |
(AWWW, YEEEAAAH
Would you believe that this is literally the most successful RP I've had in a year?) |
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:14 PM |
-Dameon-
I stood up in my seat, my messenger bag on shoulder, stepping out into the aisle of the bus and approaching the now opened door. I stepped out of the bus, pausing to look up at the space port. A rotund kid, a few years younger than me, bumped into my back.
"Hey," he whined, his wispy blonde hair flowing in the sudden breeze and his fat cheeks turning to a pink hue.
I gave him a death stare and continued to walk, following the specified groups. |
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gamer326
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:18 PM |
| As he did his very best to follow the military crowd, Akihito often returned the frequent glances from bypassers. He saw the holo-screens (or hollow-screens, as he often called military report windows). Then, his dark eyes curiously drifted to the two neighboring windows. Starship prices continued to peak, breaking previous records, on and on. Typical.. the dogs fighting, biting, kicking, struggling with each other for what little was left. Then he saw the political ad... naturally. His expression darkened slightly. Typical, again.. the power-hungry fighting for who would be the shiniest of turds. Humanity was well into its final days, and so were they. |
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:18 PM |
They reach the specified gate as the officers file the different divisions of crew into their own separate lines.
Outside the glass window was the shuttle, which was just a modified civilian-issue. The Navy's starting to cut back in costs to conserve resources, lately. It's painted with the same standard grey that most general-use military vessels are.
In the distance, some small sandstorms brewed; Even after Mars was terraformed to life-sustaining levels, places like the further-north regions like Xenshai were still subject to dustbowl-like climates. |
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:19 PM |
(There'll definitely at least one battle where there is a boarding party, that's for sure, but I'm not sure when./
So, I'll try and carve out some designs for rifles, guns etc before that event) |
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gamer326
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| 24 Nov 2012 07:29 PM |
Akihito saw as they were separated by divisions, and divisions. Like lambs to a slaughter, he thought. Well-preened and consoled and rewarded lambs -- but still lambs. Then he stared outside. The little dust-devils spinning around reflected his attitude. And then the shuttle. God. They must be getting really desperate to pick THAT model as a crew transport..
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