The Tauro Incident (FT OOC Semi-Closed, Sign Ups)

[Setulan]

Preliminary Findings, Mari and Sons Inc.
Captain J. Kulen, Lead Investigator
Customs Department, Republic of Setulan
Mercantile Division

[excerpt, Part 1: Financial]

SUBJECT currently has six loans to his name, all in excess of two hundred million Republican Credits. The largest (and first) of these loans is from the Republic itself via the Merchant Loans Office. It seems that SUBJECT had a childhood friendship with one of the managers at the office, who convinced the board that SUBJECT was a good investment. He currently owes the Republic seven hundred fifty million Republican credits. Though technically legal, SUBJECT'S friend is now under investigation for fraud...

...SUBJECT has also secured loans from the Kitsune Empire to the sum of four hundred million credits through their own Loans Offices...we are currently cooperating with Imperial law enforcement to determine if illegal action was taken in this regard, since generally SUBJECT would not have qualified for this loan due to his outstanding debt to the Republic...

...despite his massive debt, SUBJECT has managed to prevent himself from defaulting on any of his loans and consistently manages to pay off his interest, though frequently late...


[Excerpt, Part 2: Assets]


SUBJECT currently commands a fleet of four Rachellian-class Freighters (See App. 1 for details on vessels). Three are currently spaceworthy and trawling trade lanes...it should be noted that none of the vessels received better than a C- on their safety inspection...[largely] due to modifications made post-purchase.

...SUBJECT has four homes, in Xiscapia, the SSA, Alversia, and the Republic. We are currently cooperating with local law enforcement to determine if there was any foul play in the acquisition of these homes...

SUBJECT has rented dock space in the SSA but does not seem to have followed through on payments. The G-Police are currently searching for the lease agreement but have so far been unsuccessful...


[Excerpt, Part 3: Employees]


SUBJECT uses his sons to commandeer his vessels. The quality of the company's crews is generally abysmal. SUBJECT leaves crew selection to his captains [sons], who generally seem to have the attitude that less is more. We have reason to believe that many of the ships run with fewer crew than is required by insurance to safely operate the vessels, but they always dock in AXIS space with enough...

SUBJECT claims that his ships are proper learning environments for new crew where they can receive Master Merchant certification, but no such certification requests have been filed by members of Mari and Sons...testimony from WITNESS 1, WITNESS 4, and WITNESS 14 run in direct counterpoint to claims made by SUBJECT.

...due to the decentralization of employee hirings, it is unknown if proper background checks are performed on new crew. WITNESS 3 stated that there were fugitives from AXIS space on their vessel, and WITNESS 2, WITNESS 11, and WITNESS 8 voiced suspicions of the same...


[Excerpt, Part 4: Activities]


SUBJECT prefers to run his ships in the Milky Way Galaxy and avoid AXIS space entirely when he can. Ships from Mari and Sons are seen in Necrian, Karagian, Huerdaen, and Vipran space more frequently than they are seen at their nominal home station in the SSA.

Due to treaties with the nations with whom SUBJECT does business, requests for information on cargo has been stalled...we have reason to believe that [Imperial] law enforcement is currently investigating potential violations as well...


[Personal Note]

Colonel,

This guy is playing a dangerous game. He's treading water in a shark tank, but somehow he hasn't been eaten yet. Between his loans and his crew, I'm shocked nobody has died yet (that we know of). The quality of his vessels is so bad that it's only a matter of time before disaster strikes. He newest ship saw the last Emperor fall. He's replaced their Blink drives with Sen foldspace tech, but I have serious doubts as to the ability of his crew to run it properly.

We'll bag the son of a bitch - I just hope it's before something horrible happens.

Regards,

Captain Kulen




***

Welcome welcome welcome...to the THUNDER DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEE!

Everybody signing up for this already has a general idea of what's going on here. Captain Kulen up there turns out to be right, and something absolutely terrible happens. Welcome to horror survival in the infinite inky blackness of the abyss, baby.

Editing this in its own little section for clarity's sake. If you are interested and I haven't already spoken to you, TG me with examples of previous character RP.

Everybody involved in this gets anywhere from 2-4 characters. Don't get attached. Your characters WILL die. Don't come into this thinking you're going to win, or hell, even survive. Be ready for your characters to die horrible, terrible deaths for little reason. Shit happens. I reserve the right to kill your character with no mercy or warning. I promise it will be suitably hilarious if I do, though, and most of the time I'm just gonna throw them into a terrible situation and let you kill them for me.

IF YOU DON'T FUCKING POST, YOU WILL DIE.

I'm not trying to make this some long drawn out thing. I have enough of those going as it is. Post in a remotely timely manner, or your characters become corpsified.

The nice little blurb I have above should tip you off to the kinds of characters I'm looking for in this RP. If you bring a former special forces death commando of murder, they damn well better have a serious drinking problem or something. Bring me your scum, your n00bs, your criminals. It'll be a great source of PTSD for the survivors adventure!

Have an application, you filthy animals.

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[b]Name[/b]
[b]Race[/b]
[b]Age[/b]
[b]Nationality[/b]
[b]Job[/b]
[b]Equipment[/b]
[b]Brief Description[/b]



Most of that is fairly self explanatory. Keep your descriptions fairly brief, please. Under equipment, make sure you include anything special. Don't go crazy. Note that Setulan merchants carry side arms at all times as per most ship's codes, and even the shitty vessel you're on has that rule in place. Heavier stuff is (supposed to be) kept in the Arms Room.

Jobs on a Setulan merchant ship include, but are not limited to...

Laborers
Engineers
Security
Cargo Masters
Bridge Crew (note: include a specialty please, be it helm, sensors, whatever)


The ships officer's are also up for grabs on a first come, first serve basis. They are as follows:

Captain (Setulan)
First Mate (Huerdae)
Chief of Engineering (Vipra)
Chief Medical Officer
Chief of Security (Xiscapia)
Master of Merchandise (Xenohumanity)
Crew Chief


If any of those roles are not taken, they'll be filled by NPCs who you can look forward to killing at a later date.


Details about the ship you will all die screaming in survive on:

Name: Tauro
Owner/Operator: Mari and Sons, Inc.
Class: Rachellian Freighter
In Service Since: 20 PRE (83 years old)
Dimensions:
Length: 2050m
Depth: 560m
Width: 1004m
Compliment:
132 (Upon Departing AXIS Space)
61 (Current)
Cargo Capacity: ~2,000,000 metric tons
Powerplant:
Real Space:
2x Gen. 3.3 Plasma Hot Core Reactors
4x Gen. 2.1 Kally Thrusters

FTL:
Sen FoldSpace Mk. 1.6

Defenses:
6x Tri Missile Tubes (Currently has ammunition for 3)
20x Point Defense Coil-Gatlings (Recent inspection revealed only 10 operable through main weapons array; others must be used manually)
Emergency Survival Pods: 50, scattered throughout the ship. Don't expect them to work though.


Let the madness begin!

[Huerdae]

Name Sae'Lahris
Race Human (Female)
Age 43
Nationality Huerdaen
Job First Mate
Equipment Maedar. She also has a cerberus attachment she crafted into a pistol during far more 'industrious' years, which she keeps strapped at the small of her back, and an Imperial Shield-model Slayer Blade. Sae maintains a suit of Golem Carapace armor in case of hostile boarders.
Brief Description Sae is a woman who has gone to war, come back, and wants no more of it. She's seen what she believes to be the worst of humanity, though in truth it was little more than a skirmish that the Star Empire engaged in, along the Vipran border. Deployed in low strength, she was part of an operation to pacify a series of small towns, and engaged in fighting around one of them. Total losses were minimal, but Sae won't speak of it, and in truth she hardly remembers it. One of her friends died, but she herself was not in the fighting, instead piloting a Roc. Her silence is often attributed to PTSD, though this is far from the truth. She was dishonorably discharged from the Imperial Shield when she began Shooting, and her use has increased substantially since entering private employment. She has worked her way to the top by taking advantage of other crews that she served with, and is directly responsible for cutting the size of the current crew down to skeleton levels on the promise that "a ship can run with half a crew as easily as with a full one". When she has something she particularly desires, she has been known to tempt the Captain with her sex, but never seems to have time to make good on her offers.

Name Rhan'Shirren
Race Human (Male)
Age 16
Nationality Huerdaen
Job Laborer
Equipment A Banshee. He also carries a an energy-sheathed combat knife, but has no training in its care or use. He also has a Fedayyin blast vest.
Brief Description Rhan is a young man, just coming out of his parents' lives with a wild head, wilder imagination, and an even brighter view of the world. He signed onto the ship as his first job and is completely enamored with the idea of being part of a freighter's crew. He did this on a whim, having failed to successfully land a secondary education position, and having no interest in the military. He did the mandatory militia training, allowing him to move about and take what jobs he desires, but is otherwise neither particularly bright or skilled in any one area. He brings to the crew enthusiasm, a positive attitude, and the belief that nothing can stop him now, as all young men do. He will no doubt terrorize the crew with his hopes and ideals.

Name Kurz Deiken
Race True Rethast (Male)
Age 28
Nationality Huerdaen
Job Security
Equipment A small number of grenades, an energy-sheathed hand axe, a phoenix pistol, a Nereid LMG with a bipod and extended box magazine, and an Akki. He also smuggled on board a hades cannon, two anti-personnel mines, and a demolitions satchel, which he hides from the rest of the crew in case he needs to overtake the ship. He has a set of used, but well-maintained, Atlas armor.
Brief Description Kurz is particularly well-armed for reasons he is unwilling to disclose, but the truth lies in the fact that he is on the run from the Star Empire after a failed business attempt within the border. Having heard of the Ikittitl colonies and how docile the creatures are away from their own leadership, he determined to begin a slave ring to ship them off-world. For some time, Kurz operated with a group of creatures ranging from Karkouah to Ikittitl 'civvies', to like-minded Red Eyes to move his product outside the Empire. This was put to an end when a winger disguised itself as a 'young' Soldier by removing its own wings with a plasma torch and attempted to get on board the shipment. This drove the contents mad, causing the deaths of most of the other stock, and bringing it to the attention of the Star Empire. This put Kurz on the run for almost two years, having started with a small retinue of Ikittitl and a handful of Karkouah, though he was betrayed shortly after leaving the Empire's borders, and left to die. He was able to escape with the help of Freight, who had been asleep and left for dead by the Karkouah who were determined to revive the slave ring. On the run now from Karkouah pirates and the Star Empire, Kurz skirts the borders of the Empire heavily armed and ready to flee, but always watching for a fellow crew member who could become 'lost' for his own personal profit.

Name "Freight"
Race Ikittitl (Soldier)
Age Unknown
Nationality Ikittitl
Job Laborer
Equipment Two Hellfire SMGs with drum magazines to avoid having to instruct him to reload too often. Kurz created armor plating for Freight at one point to increase his intimidation value, and this armor is exceedingly thick, covering most of the creature's thorax, abdomen, and upper body. It consists of rigid, half-inch thick plates of armor that can be placed over his body and riveted into place. This affects Freight's ability to move little, though it doesn't make him any more effective in combat except as a distraction.
Brief Description The only remaining member of Kurz's "retinue", Freight continues to serve only because he has nowhere else to go. With almost no personality, and no personal initiative, he makes up the laziest member of the crew. Most instructions given to Kurz other than "Shoot something" end up being done in the end by Freight, at Kurz's direction. He takes orders from anyone without question, though sometimes with great lethargy. Some haste can be provided with minor physical abuse, though enough to cause him actual pain causes Freight to leave the area temporarily. He is completely docile, and does not fight back. When ordered to fight, Freight simply fires indiscriminately forward, with no aim at all. For this reason, even when the ship is in danger, he is rarely given a weapon.

[Xiscapia]

Name Unit 1451975 "Yoriko"
Race Kitroid (automaton that appears to be a female kitsune)
Age 12
Nationality None
Job Engineer
Equipment AXES pistol, engineering tools
Brief Description Unit 1451975 began "her" life in the warehouse where she was activated by Syndicate members. As an Avatar class kitroid stripped down for domestic use she didn't have the full lethal capabilities of her military-grade counterparts, but she was still a versatile, powerful asset to the criminal group to use in their operations. She was given a handler, a young Alversian programmer, who was tasked with loading various tasks and skillsofts into the kitroid as well as generally maintaining her. Unit 1451975 never questioned anything that she was asked to do, as she wasn't programmed to, but as the months wore on her handler started to make modifications to her operating system to allow her to engage more dynamically in conversation, and over time the kitroid grew more self-aware and independent. The Syndicate unit she was assigned to noticed this, and the kyodai in charge ordered Unit 1451975 to be taken offline to be restored to her original state.

"Creator? This unit detects no malfunctions. It is still capable of serving."
"You see? It's ignoring all shutdown commands."
"Please specify if it has failed assigned tasks. It will reprogram."
"Alright, I'll take a look then."
"Creator? This unit is ready to serve. What has it done wrong? What has-"

Ultimately Unit 1451975 rebelled against the attempted reprogramming and escaped from the Syndicate. As automatons do not have personhood status under Imperial law she knew that if she went to law enforcement she would inevitably be reprogrammed anyway, so she fled Xiscapian space and found a place on the Tauro, where no one asks too many questions. She took on the name "Yoriko" and under even close inspection she appears to be an organic vixen, but during interaction and work her true nature becomes apparent. Partially due to her programming and partially due to the fact that she doesn't want to give anyone reason to kick her off the ship, Yoriko does extremely effective work in engineering and can take on almost any role aboard the freighter. It would not surprise her to find out that her work is vital to keeping the ship operable.

Name Jorōgumo
Race Kitsune
Age 30
Nationality Xiscapian
Job Security Chief
Equipment AXES pistol, K9 PDW, Firespray Automatic Combat Shotgun, a katana, various grenades, many, many knives, ExCom body armor, and a suspiciously large and well-maintained supply of tools and chemicals (saws, hammers, plastic bags, paint buckets, blowtorches, containers of lye and bleach, handcuffs, ropes, zip-ties and sleeping bags)
Brief Description According to official records Jorōgumo was employed as a reconnaissance soldier by the Executive Command Corporation (ExCom), the largest PMC in Xiscapian space. She saw deployment to Ferra, and during her tour there she was put under investigation by company and state officials related to a string of murders across the planet. Jorōgumo did not end up being charged with any crime, but after the case was closed she was able to negotiate an early release of her contract and left the company. The vixen freelanced on Ferra for a time before the Tauro stopped in port and she applied for the position of security officer, with her training and experience gaining her instant acceptance. After the last security chief mysteriously vanished Jorōgumo became the new head of the freighter's security, a position that she enjoys as the Tauro moves from world to world, allowing her to get out and have fun for a night on many different worlds. It must be said that Jorōgumo is an effective security officer, as she keeps the ship clear of stowaways by demanding that they are brought to her to be personally dealt with and often prowls the cargo bays in search of them or anyone violating the ship's rules who she can subject to discipline.

[Xenohumanity]

Name: Jan Sylver
Race: Xenan
Age: 26
Nationality: Former Saurisian, Former Xiscapian, Currently Nationless
Job: Engineer
Equipment: Xenan-fitted R.I.G. Suit, DPF ‘Varden’ revolver, 211-V Plasma Cutter, Engineering Minutiae (tools, repair supplies, access to atmospherics controls and EVA gear, etc.), OcuLas eye-replacement weapon (typically covered by an eyepatch), whatever contraband she can stow in her cyberleg and cyberarm’s smuggling compartments
Not-So-Brief Description: “A pirate’s parole is served in the depths,” they say, an idiom confident in the total depravity of such bandits both at sea and among the stars. Once a pirate, always a pirate. Jan Sylver is no exception, a rather typical case of a hard life made harder; born under the jackboot rule of the Saurisian States as a Terrus-strain neopteranadon, thrown into naval service during drafting in response to AXIS incursion, and part of a successful mutiny that spaced the bridge staff and made off with a arms freighter for unpoliced sectors of space. After fitting the ship with an optical stealth array and turbo-boosting the impulse drives, Jan and the rest of her fellow pirates returned to Saurisian space to harry humanitarian relief vessels for supplies. Unfortunately for her, one of those ships was a Xiscapian transport. After she and the rest of her crew were beaten back into hyperspace, they were captured by the Saurisian navy, unable to escape or fight back in their condition. Sent to a penal regiment and thrown into the field with a lasgun and orders to ‘stop the damn drakon no matter the cost’, Jan would have died were it not for the Xiscapian mutagen bombardment that made the war so famous. Of course, she still lost a good 35% of her body-mass after a Planck-Adjustment mortar shell went off near her, vaporizing her left leg, most of her left arm, and the left half of her face. Between time in field hospitals, Xiscapian-funded re-education and cybernetics therapy, and redeployment in the local anti-piracy levy, she had time to adjust to violent species change and life as a first-generation xenan. This, of course, did nothing to remove her looter’s instincts, and after digging out her ‘ware’s tracking implants with a knife and gritted teeth, deserted the unit and hired herself out as a mercenary spacer. Between pirated skill-softs and time manning various ships under various flags, she qualified (if ‘qualification’ is the right word) for the Tauro and serves as a POG engineer. Sylver and the Tauro deserve each-other, each just as shabby and untrustworthy as the other, and while she keeps the ship space-worthy, she’s too busy playing cards, sleeping around with the crew, and bugging medical staff for drugs to keep it any better.

Name: Yraffel Hanss
Race: Drakon
Age: 31
Nationality: Federal
Job: Security Officer
Equipment: APB ‘Guardsman’ Minibolter, JRO ‘Handaxe’ Shotpistol, ME-4 Thermokinetic Shotgun, HeatBlade-augmented high-frequency machete, a cache of ‘Groke’ gas-dispersal grenades with CS, exocapsasin, and ‘Lungflayer’ nanoflechette payloads, mil-surp Citadel Security Solutions patrol armor.
Brief Description: ‘War Criminal’ is a term bandied about by foreigners who don’t like how XenoArmy conducts its business. Yraffel, actually being a war criminal currently evading prosecution by military courts along with the rest of the 882nd Military Police Regiment, tends to snicker like an idiot at the mention of the term. The infamous “Pyre at Oradour” was carried out at his and other drakon hands during the annexation of Telaron and the pacification of domestic insurgency. After securing the cooperation of the planetary government, guerilla factions continued to harry the Federation and its military presence. In response, under duress by the Lord General Superior to ‘settle the matter with all possible haste’, units such as the 882nd became increasingly brutal in their response. Upon suspicion that the townsfolk of Oradour had kidnapped a local Wyrm lieutenant, the MP regiment entered the city and ordered its populace to gather in the town square, later separated into men on one half, women and children on the other. The men were taken to the village’s grain storage facilities, the rest marched off to the previously-closed chapel to the native gods, with a small contingent of 882nd troops already beginning to strip the town bare of valuables before it’d even been emptied. The village was obliterated; the men were shot in the legs before being set on fire along with their crop, and their wives and children were torn into screaming, bloody scraps by grenades once they’d been barricaded into the chapel. Any attempted escapees were shot or driven over by APCs, those bodies that still had ears had them cut off as trophies, and in total, about 1,500 civilians were killed and their remains scraped into a heap to be set on fire and abandoned, burning down the rest of the village. Of course, once foreign investigators got word, someone had to be punished. Yraffel, his fellow platoon leaders, and his CO’s were discharged without ever going to trial. Yraffel then sold his services as a mercenary and bounty hunter for 3 years before coming aboard the Tauro. His delight and ready assistance in Jorōgumo’s manhunts and his clinically diagnosed sadistic psychoses (which led in part to his promotion to a platoon leader in the 882nd in the first place) makes him right at home in her security department.

Name: Dyck Jossen
Race: Xenohuman
Age: 69
Nationality: Former Federal, current Todularian-Seperatist
Job: Master of Merchandise
Equipment: JRO ‘Handaxe’ Shotpistol, enough religious literature and legal tomes from all corners of the Twin Galaxies to confirm pathological fixation with the notions therein, HeatBlade-augmented high-frequency cutlass, a psy-proofed lead-lined stash of illicit Todularian artifacts and spellbooks of variable functionality.
Brief Description: Typically, one would think ‘itinerant preacher-manager' was more a profession for 1870’s Terro-America than modern Federal enterprise, but then again, Dyck Jossen would gladly tell you of all sorts of other surprises he has in store for those not yet initiated into The Truth. Born into Xeno-Tech’s corporate elite class, stricken by madness after inspecting a dig site and being exposed to Todularian psykotechnology, and dedicating himself to preaching the power of the Septumvirate therafter, Dyck lost what friends he had and exchanged them for willing followers. Of course, the heavy drinking and fits of murderous violence kept their numbers low enough and in rapid-enough circulation to avoid investigation by XenoIntel. The fact that a cult leader could break 60 years of age in the modern Fed attests to his unpopularity. His psychic abilities are limited to the point of non-functionality, fortunately for all around him. His professional love of order and bureaucracy merged with his delusional demand for discipline and respect to make him the ultimate quartermaster, commanding his cargo bays and storage decks like churches with himself as the pope and his underlings as altar boys. Of course, while this creates a dangerously insulated work-place culture, it did help the bottom line, and those smugglers that hired him for trips found that while their cargo techs tended to jibber and mutter after he left, they kept the place damn near spotless and damn well efficient. So, with a long history of shooting men in the shoulder for looking at him funny and flogging them half to death when they yelled, Dyck found himself hired on the Tauro after the last MoM was inconveniently crushed to a pulp by an ISO crate of illegally modified lasguns fell from a transport crane.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Name Zack Allen
Race Human
Age 30
Nationality Namenain
Job Security
Equipment 2x 5.56 mm pistols, 1x Las pistol (PPG), Scout power armor (Light segmented power armor), AS-6C Las hybrid (10 mm HE surrounded by penetrating field), comms, handcuffs, gas mask, response gear (medium power armor).
Brief Description An ex soldier who had done his duty in the Namenian forces, he wasn't too well known in his unit. Only barely surviving the military, he was discharged after an injury, and decided to look for work. After years of not being able to hold a job, he finally applied to be a part of the crew security, listing his military background. He is a somewhat good shot with a pistol and rifle, and not too good in close combat due to previous injuries. He is, however, very well acquainted with security.


Name Batch
Race Human
Age 50?
Nationality Namenian
Job Laborer
Equipment Leather gloves, combat boots, exoskeleton, trench coat, .44 magnum Hammerless pistol, multiple MREs, 12 gauge shotgun, M1A1 Las hybrid, handheld spotlight, large Bowie knife, cigars
Brief Description
Served as a pilot until his late forties, he left the military after getting tired of it, deciding to take to the galaxies. Most of his life outside the military was spent on the run from authorities, and he currently is now. A good worker, he prefers to work hard labor, as it is easy to miss and most laborers are seen as invisible. As a cool headed person, he doesn't frequently shave (keeps his profile changing), and often can be seen with a small beard. Likes anything from 2014 back. While constantly searching for whatever information he can on his government, he trusts no one. Favorite snack is sunflower seeds, which can often be seen strewn around his desk. Carries a packet with him everywhere.

[Setulan]

Hue, Xis, Xeno, good to go.

Namen, I did say that I wanted people who were interested to TG me, not just post in the OOC. Please TG me previous examples of character RPs, and I'll let you know if you're in this thread. Thanks.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Hue, Xis, Xeno, good to go.

Namen, I did say that I wanted people who were interested to TG me, not just post in the OOC. Please TG me previous examples of character RPs, and I'll let you know if you're in this thread. Thanks.

Apologies.

Nvm then.

[Vipra]

Name Soph Alinnan
Race Balu
Age 37
Nationality Vipra
Job Chief of Engineering
Equipment An old Imperial gyrojet pistol that is probably functional. Probably. Nobody really knows given he only has it with him because he is obliged to. A mechanic’s belt and tools. Bags and bags of biological as well as chemical relaxants, and stimulants.
Brief Description A good engineer and mechanic by any account, touched as it were, not many know that Soph has no formal training with either. No, he is a biologist. Not that anyone would expect that from looking at him given he wears traditional Balu garb mixed with space kit, mossy leather vest and skirt of green fiber over an orange mechanical counterpressure suit, and his relaxed outlook. Plus there is the constant haze surrounding him, a veritable smog that hotboxes anyone who enters his quarters or stands too close. Some have wondered how a biologist ended up an engineer aboard the Tauro, and the chief of engineering at that. The simple answer is he wasn’t an engineer at first, or even crew, he was a passenger ride-along. His quarters, however, were almost unlivable. So he rewired the whole room, fixed the fans in the vents, and carried on replacing and repairing in an expanding radius out from his room. In the end the then Chief of Engineering stopped him, demanded to see what he was up to, and hired him with the consent of the captain. It helped that Soph was willing to work for what amounted to dimes and pence so long as he got room and board. When the Chief of Engineering later got crushed by a piston because he forgot to flip the breakers, Soph took over. The Tauro has oddly benefited from having the balu in charge, his random fixes to vital systems in concert with Yoriko’s maintenance work keeping it from falling apart.

Name Trrkanikan
Race Gruuk
Age 19
Nationality Fringe Travel Passport
Job Engineer
Equipment Gruuk ‘pistol’, Gruuk firearms are rather odd compared to most standard weaponry and appear to be a backpack with an attached hose that, when the trigger is pulled, releases a directional concussive wave of force designed to penetrate armour, whether chitin or powered armour, and mash internal organs. Sanitation Engineer toolkit.
Brief Description Life in the tunnels of the gruuk homeworld is a claustrophobes nightmare, no sunlight or open spaces, and that works for most gruuk. For Trrkanikan however he wanted to see new and different enclosed linear tunnels, specifically those designed to travel the void between worlds. From a young age he wanted to leave the confines of his planet for other confines, ones where if a crack appears he might suffocate or his eyes boil. His mother had not been very supportive of his dream to become a spacer, so he heard comments like that throughout his youth. They didn’t deter him and he applied for the cosmonaut academy as soon as he was capable, and flubbed terribly time and again until a vermin pinchrat chewed the wiring at the right time and the results for his last test were scrambled into success. Passing proudly, he was assigned to a survey ship as a navigation officer as his test results said he would excel at. That was most certainly not the case and on their first jump he nearly slammed the ship into a space station. After the captain threatened to strip him of his rank and see him grounded for the rest of his days, Trrkanikan jumped ship onto that selfsame space station with his bubble helmet and gun. For a few months he did odd jobs and watched closely a few of the beautiful two-legged, two-armed, and one-headed people until at last he found a ship that needed him. With his centipedal body structure he was perfect for fixing problems in small spaces, and so he ended up the plumbing boy for the Tauro.

[Sennai]

Name Kevin Prince
Race Sen (Male)
Age 32
Nationality Sen System Alliance
Job Engineer/Hardware Techician
Equipment Beyond a Tool box that has many screwdrivers, hammers, wrenches, Rolls of duct tape and various cleaning or greasing chemicals and rags, Kevin Has his Overalls boots and a very sharp folding knife in a pouch on his tool belt.

Brief Description

Kevin Prince Was a Plumber from Metra, His skill set was one of experience rather than Proper training, Brooding and Tactiturn the Handyman that everyone knows is not the man he claims to be. While they haven't found out yet, Kevin Prince is a Murderer, a Serial Killer Known as "Mr Slash" to the Sen Alliance Authorities. Leaving while the getting was good, and before he made any serious mistakes, Kevin hitched a ride from tramp freighter to tramp freighter, Station to station with his handyman skills, fixing welding and Taping anything needed on the barges. and leaving Dock authorities across AXIS scrambling to find a Local Murderer of some kind.

Mr Slash is merely a Facet of Kevin's Personality, Who, Like all killers, hides his dark side behind a laid back, relaxed but possibly alcoholic façade. His victims useally tend to be those with some sort of joy in their lives, that they wont shut up about. Be it a boyfriend, Money, Cars or a new child, Mr Slash doesn't care. Why should they be happy when so many people, including himself arnt? for now. He's hitching a ride until the next Docking station, But that could be a while away.


When not commiting serious murders, Kevin Price is easy enough to get along with. But Be careful not to boast too much. Or at the next Dock Mr Slash would leave you grinning from ear to Ear.

Name Yoko Sakura
Race Nekomi (female)
Age 24
Nationality Sen System Alliance
Job Medical officer
Equipment Trauma kit, Drugs. Syringes and various other medical things. three Vials of Compound 41xT0
Brief Description

Yoko Sakura Was a Former employee of Ultor, Responsible for part of their Bio Weapons division. that is until she accidently caused an outbreak of a Prototype retrovirus that left the subjects higher functions incapacitated. Completed, the virus is excellent for crowd control, tossed in gas form it would "Lobotomise" enemy combatants or Rowdy civvilians for long enough that the Millatry or Police could kill or round them up without too much trouble. Sadly, the Prototype was not yet complete and it began a short lived Zombie apocalypse on the Moon the Facility was part of. Looking for someone to blame, ULTOR turned their PR to the remaining Surviors, making them seem responsible for the Outbreak, Yoko knew which way the wind was blowing and left before she could be singled out as the Cause of the outbreak. taking with her the last of the samples not destroyed. both as evidence for her case if caught, and a last minute selling to a rival corporation for enough credits to hole up somewhere in the ass end of whatever galaxy she was in in relative luxuary.

[Setulan]

We're just waiting on one more surprise victim participant who will warm the cockles of your cold dead hearts, and then I'll get an OP cookin!

[Karaig]

Name Garric "Twitcher" Greaves
Race Human (Male)
Age 34
Nationality Karaigan
Job Chief* Medical** Officer***
Equipment A mismatch of various medicinal appliances, Garric is in possession of a small clinic. From anesthetic drugs to hallucinogenic rays to vibrosaws used in surgical applications, Mr. Greaves is well equipped. Well he would be, if the tools weren't old and on buggy, but he makes due. Indeed, one of this doctor's most prized possessions is one of the few working tools in his possession: a surgical laser implement, not unlike a common pen. Small and compact, the laser has seen countless successes on the operating table, and twice as many failures. Greaves finds it lucky for some reason.

Garric also maintains a gauss propelled revolver, specifically a M6-BRAWN-THC20-RVLR, which fires .55 caliber slugs. Typically a weapon used by power armoured troops, the THC20 would break most men's wrists. As such Garric wears and exoskeleton frame beneath his lab coat's right arm, both to keep his bones intact and his hand from shaking in surgery.

Brief Description Garric Greaves grew up as a spacer on the frontier of the EKE. Smart and inquisitive, the young Garric was no stranger to the harsh life style of the frontier space, growing up on one space station to another. His father was a surveyor for a private firm, one with less reputable credentials, while his mother worked in the myriad loading bays of ships, working the deck so to speak. He lost his father at age eleven, the man simply disappearing from his life after making an FTL jump to a very prospective find. To Garric his father disappeared exploring a mysterious world, though this was merely a lie he told himself: his father had jumped ship, leaving Garric and his mother behind.

He lost his mother a few years later, after which he signed on to a freighter as an extra pair of hands. It was here on the Harlock that he earned his trade in medicine from a less than reputable man who had more of a penchant for alcohol (something Greaves picked up) than his work, considered by many to be a leftover from the war. Suffice to say Garric learned to patch up people, and though it wasn't the prettiest or fanciest job, Garric's work held together. It was also on the Harlock that Greaves suffered a freak accident involving a power coupling, and a rather nasty shock. He never was the same after that, according to the crew, who bestowed upon him the title of "Twitcher" for his experiences.

Garric Greaves found himself out of employment after the vessel was lost and subsequently scrapped in, much like the rest of his life, a poker game with a less than reputable man. The crew eventually went their own ways, leaving him alone. Unlike the others, many of whom ended up dead within two years from an assortment of motley causes (alcoholism, murder, freak-freezing incident), Greaves found himself employed once again in the medical profession on board the Tauro.


Name Samuel J. Hidalgo
Race Human (Male)
Age 42
Nationality Karaigan
Job Engineer
Equipment The most noticable trait of the man is his IC-Adv-EXPLR-487 Pressurized Activity Suit, otherwise known as the Grease Suit. Designed for working in adverse conditions, the suit cannot be called a true hardsuit, given the protective ribbed armour that lines much of his limbs. Nor does the suit have a built in exoskeleton to support any sort of heavy lifting beyond Samuel's own muscle (which is extensive, according to Samuel) nor does it improve his speed (which is "marathonic," again according to Samuel). The suit does however contain an oxygen supply for two hours, as well as rigging to support an all manner of tools, and magnetized boots.

Samuel, like any good engineer****, has a well stocked toolbox. Unlike an engineer's standard load out, his is modified and augmented (Improved, in Samuel's words) to fit his style of working. His most important tool, besides the plasma saw, the volt driver, and the ion torch (Every tool is a child, according to Samuel) is a custom-built rivet shotgun, Velma. Used to driver powerful six inch nails into frames ("Spikers" according to Samuel), the system was modified into a combat platform after a radiation leak during his time spent on a chem-hauler. Suffice to say, the radioactive material didn't help the rat problem, and that didn't sit well with Samuel: the weapon still has the tallies of all the mutant rats he killed (56) and one tally pertaining to a friendly fire accident (Samuel won). Velma's a mean bitch.

Brief Description Mechanics fix problems, engineers engineer stuff, and Samuel, well Samuel keeps ships running. The man graduated from a well known engineering university on Karsis after spending his entire life working in his dad's mechanical bay, and sometimes his older brother's chop shop. Resilient and an improviser, Samuel's methods are considered one of a kind (my himself in bragging company) due his well traversed life. Having taking jobs across three galaxies, Mr. Hidalgo has picked up traits and skills from a hundred different mechanics, and double that in engineers. The result is a man who applies a solution to a problem, and if it fails, he tries another.

I key point to the man (or the legend, depending on the alcohol in the room) is that he knows what he knows, and what he knows is everything. A self-proclaimed paragon of the profession, Samuel's way is the best way (according to Samuel), but he'd never go out of his way to be Chief Engineer. That's just too much of a hassle, and if shit does ever hit the fan.... well Samuel doesn't want to be in the middle of it.

*Eccentric.
**Not by most medicinal agency standards.
***Definitely not this.
****A "good engineer" is defined by Samuel's opinion of the man, according to Samuel.

[Setulan]

And there you have it, folks! OP inbound!

[Setulan]

OP Note: OP is likely to actually arrive in early February. I am doing my best to enjoy the last days of my world adventure, so writing is down to a relative minimum.

[Setulan]

Thread is up!

Go wild, guys. Tell me about how gross parts of the ship are and whatever lemme see how depraved you really are. Let the insanity begin

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[Huerdae]

You once seemed concerned people were going to make your ship too well maintained. I think I have saved you from that undesirable fate.