Alien World | IC Thread | Mature|

[-The Vaktovian Empire-]

You awake from your stasis pod only find wreckage of the Colonization Cruiser, the Northern Star, seeing this journey to selected world of Juko that was cut short by a thousand years, you haven’t aged or suffered the consequences unlike many of the volunteers to be the first Galactic colonialists killed by the system failing dying by starvation trapped in their stasis pods or tore to pieces by some hostile predators that have scouted the crash site finding single volunteers alone and fresh meat for them to become foid for these alien beasts.Now, this world isn’t going to paradise or even decent, this world is going to be hell on earth, every thing on this unnamed planet is going to kill you and the other survivors, many mysteries of this planet will be discovered although teamwork is essential on living on this unnamed planet and getting off of it as quick as possible, even with three or one escaping this hellhole.


Welcome my friends to Alien World sponsored by the Iron Alliance.

• Magic will not be allowed, this a survival RP.
• Metagaming, godmodding, or laziness will not be tolerated.
• Be realistic. If you die, you're dead. Also you could not single handedly take on a giant spider or anything
• If you are killed, you are dead.
• have fun, comrades!

Temperatures in the stasis pods would begin to defrost the passengers for then awaken to this world of mystery and dispair.Victor Vonstein, child murderer of his abusive and false parents that escaped abroad the Northern Star to avoid the wrath of the law back on Earth, was one of them, his eyes slowly blinked open as the light from outsude through a hole in the ceiling of the cruiser shine down upon him making him have a small though temporary headache.He tempted to walk on his feet, nearly falling face first into sharp tube sticking out of the floor also falling to his early death to the bottom level of the stasis chamber with noticing nasty critters clawing around there picking st corpses of passengers that have awoken a hundred years earlier broke he did from whatever caused this wreckage of the Northern Star to happen during the travel.Victor wasn’t disturbed, from his criminal actions being evidence of sadism and psychopathic behavioral disorders.

Victor would scout the stasis chambers in the Northern Star with having to survive with others as what he saw would tear him to pieces.Picking up fire hatchet along the way for defense against the native species of this world.

[Yeffin]

From a distance, across the atrium of the cryopod chambers, a loud clanging and a strings of expletives could be heard.
A gruff burly skunk-man was attempting to smash a lock with a fire extinguisher. Behind him- a cryopod with its glass dome top shattered. The skunk's feet were bleeding, leaving a trail of orange-red paw prints from the pod to where he stood now. A corpse of one passenger hung limp over the skunk's presumed cryopod. The ill-fated passenger's jaw had been hanging limply from a cheek. The passenger must have died recently. Perhaps he'd tried to pick a fight with the skunk, or maybe he'd been looking to loot frozen passengers, or had something else killed him while pleading for help.
This didn't seem to bother the skunk, but it was instead the lock that irked him the most. He slumped down and bowed his head - resting on the dented extinguisher. A brass nameplate above the door read "Contraband Room B". The skunk wore a pair of jeans, a ballcap and a sleeveless undershirt. A polo was draped over the shards of glass in the cryopod, presumably used to keep the skunk from cutting himself as he dragged himself out.

[Alanis Star]

Joy slowly opened her eyes, trying to power through the piercing headache that she has just gotten. Her stasis pod has landed upside-down on some boulder – half of it was on the boulder itself, while the other half was facing the ground that was around 3 meters away.

She has to jump down, she knew that she had to. The height was not exactly the problem and that she could easily soften the landing. Problem was on trying to find out what was around her immediate vicinity. Apart from the occasional gusts of winds and leaves rustling, it was too quiet. Perhaps a predator was waiting outside, feasting on dead passengers, or making a survivor dead.

“Well, I won’t get anywhere thinking about that,” Joy thought to herself, “Here I go!”

She landed perfectly, suffering no injuries from the fall. Once she landed down, Joy quickly backed up behind the rock, whilst looking around her surroundings as fast as she could. All around her were the scattered wreckage of the starship, with stasis pods littered across the land. Some of them were broken to pieces, while some eerily have blood dripping out of them. She approached the nearest stasis pod, and found out that it was empty. There were scratch marks on the pod, as well as a copious amount of blood. A struggle has obviously ensued.

Joy walked further towards the starship, hoping to find some supplies inside. After 5 minutes of uneventful walking and finding exactly zero survivors for the time being, she managed to make her way into the loading bay, i.e. where the passengers board the ship. In it was a conveniently placed first aid kit – Joy opened it to find some band-aids, dry cottons, a bottle of general-purpose antiseptic, a roll of bandage, safety pins, as well as a small bottle of water in a flat canister. She closed back the first aid kit and brought it along with her. The fire hatchet, as well as a fire extinguisher, seem to be missing from their places; either someone took it, or it landed so hard that it flew over somewhere.

But if the first aid kit was still intact, how could a heavy hatchet and an extinguisher flew away? Beh, no time to contemplate, I have to find the others… if any.

She went further inside the ship, which was rather dark due to the lack of power; only some parts were illuminated due to the holes in the ship allowing light from the outside to enter. Joy contemplated on whether to explore further, or to get back out if the surviving crew has moved on.

Maybe I should move in further; I need something to defend myself… Maybe an armoury, or something!

Joy was not wrong; even if the ship was designed for exploration purposes, there needs to be at least a team of security forces, or some arms along with them, to fend off against external threats, or on more extreme measures, to quell a fight or a dispute between the crew members. After further 10 minutes of slowly inching around the place and fending off small random bugs, Joy found herself at the armoury entrance. The good news was, she found a rather large and empty backpack that she could use to carry items around; she quickly grabbed it and put the first aid kit inside. The bad news? There seems to be no sign of weapons; the whole place was rather empty, actually. Even after checking every crack and every inch of the place, she only found a few 5.56 mm bullets.

Sigh, it will do, I guess. Hey, at least I still have my knife!

She put the bullets into a smaller pouch on the left shoulder straps. If she found a gun that accepts such an ammo, it will be easily accessible.

Joy then got out of the armoury and made her way to the captain’s bridge. Surely they must have kept some logs.

Current Inventory:
- First Aid Kit
5 x Band-aids
8 x Dry cotton balls (2 cm diameter)
General-purpose antiseptic (40 mL)
Roll of bandage (7 cm width; around 150 cm of length remaining)
10 x Safety pins
Water (150 mL)
- Arms
1 x Swiss Army Knife
4 x (5.56 mm) standard ammunition.

[Soyouso]

Sessil opens a single eye, in a fetal position caressing a rifle. There is a large chunk of pink metal, clearly broken off of the wasted ship, right above him, the creak of it starting to slowly fall towards him waking him up. Alarmed, he uses his legs to shuffle away from it in the way children do the crab walk on rifle on his chest. The sickening smell of burning human flesh and alcohol tormented his nostrils. "By ths gods..." English was one of the most common languages in Soyouso besides Soyousian. He gave a mournful straight arm salute to his cooking comrades and darts behind a tree. This was a completely new environment, and as such he was on high alert. The current objective - gaining some sort of familiarity and attempting to find someone capable of reasonably comprehensible communication, even if by expressions. He made no movements without checking out the details of every direction.

[Yeffin]

After what seemed an hour at the lock to "Contraband Room A", Charles managed to break the lock off and slip in; looting whatever he could from the cabinets and lockers. He pulled a black backpack from one locker. In it were his work boots and 4 pairs of socks, a lighter, a cigar, 2 bottles of Motrin, a roll of duct tape, his family Bible, and a nalgene half full of water. He slung the bag over his shoulder. He looked around for his rifle but it was nowhere to be seen.
So the skunk thought, if he'd woken up too early, there must be others. Surely he wasn't the only one. But this was survival. God willing, if he had to kill again to live- he knew what he had to do.
With that, Charles tightened his ballcap, took the bomber jacket from a skeleton lying against the wall, and slipped out of the room without a sound.

It was cold on the wreckage of the ship, freezing in fact. Not even his fur kept him comfortably warm. He went shuffling down a dark corridor where a flickering ceiling light would illuminate his path for brief moments at a time. He mumbled to himself, "Pretty sure they never taught us this in Scouts. Prolly not in basic neither." His voice was shaky from the cold, but with all his training his best course of action was to keep walking. Suddenly, not looking where he was going, he tripped. A loud metal clanging echoed throughout the corridor. Like dropping an aluminum pole on hard cement.
After he regained his bearings, in the flashes of flourescent light, there was a steel pipe lying on the floor. Above it was what looked like a broken door, pried oven just a bit on the bottom, enough to put his arm in. He picked up the pipe a jimmied it into place, popping the door ajar.

The light of the outside blinded him as he shielded his eyes. "Welcome home'', he said. He jumped down and hit the ground feet first.
"Anyone, if you can hear me, say something!", he shouted.

[Soyouso]

Sessil's head twitched. A voice, distant at that, and presumably male. A familiar language, Latin in origin* - ah, English. Could be from Earth or maybe an extraterrestrial from an otherwise human-familiar planet. He's searching for others. Should I signal back? No, could be a trap, simply because he's looking for other people doesn't mean he's in my situation. But I might never find someone capable of communication with me any time soon if I don't at least try. Hmph, Sessil rested his hand on a tree, fingertips only out of caution - you never know what is or isn't poisonous - weighing out the pros and cons of doing it. Eventually he decided to quit being chicken and signal out to Charles. The gods look down upon cowards, and it's not like the 'great and mighty Soyouso' should use it as an excuse to let his guard down, now should he?

He climbed up the neck of a tree to a reasonably echo-causing height, and cupping his hands together, shouted in the direction where the shout came from, "Oy!!!". He nearly fell out of the tree doing this, but catches himself by shifting his weight back towards the tree. He climbs downwards, fighting the urge to scratch his itching moustache to focus on not plummetting to a broken neck. Last thing he needed right now. Sessil made it to the ground, and was on extra high alert in case of incoming wildlife.

(*partly)

[Yeffin]

Charles twitched his ear, rotating it clockwise. Someone had confirmed his call out. "You, behind the tree. Stay put. I'm coming towards you. Come out where I can see you, I wanna see both your hands."

Charles shifted the weight of his pipe to his left hand, tightening the straps on his pack.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll give you some water, some meds- for that gun you got there. Chances are, I know how to use that better than you do. Why not put it into trained hands? Or...You can run off, I get nothing, and you miss out on this opportunity." He slowly approached the base of the tree, the dry leaves and twigs crunching under his boots.

"I reckon it gets cold at night. I can set up a camp in a matter of an hour, but you're gonna have to be willing to buy protection from the elements if you want my help. And frankly, this pipe aint gonna do shit against whatever's out there, so I need that rifle."

[Soyouso]

Charles twitched his ear, rotating it clockwise. Someone had confirmed his call out. "You, behind the tree. Stay put. I'm coming towards you. Come out where I can see you, I wanna see both your hands."

Charles shifted the weight of his pipe to his left hand, tightening the straps on his pack.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll give you some water, some meds- for that gun you got there. Chances are, I know how to use that better than you do. Why not put it into trained hands? Or...You can run off, I get nothing, and you miss out on this opportunity." He slowly approached the base of the tree, the dry leaves and twigs crunching under his boots.

"I reckon it gets cold at night. I can set up a camp in a matter of an hour, but you're gonna have to be willing to buy protection from the elements if you want my help. And frankly, this pipe aint gonna do shit against whatever's out there, so I need that rifle."

Sessil stares at him, as if trying to tell whether or not they're from the same planet. No matter, he seems friendly. He remains slightly cautious. "I'll let your comment slide given our situation and your lack of knowledge of just who you're talking to. You are speaking to a proud Soyousian man. I suckled my mother's milk from the barrel of a rifle, of course these calloused hands are trained! And don't think for a moment I'm vulnerable without a firearm. The Wellasinites made that mistake during the Battle for South Lim. Never thought I could given them gum splinters and burns with their own firewood, the fools." He tosses him the rifle. "All this alcohol over the year leaves me dry far too quickly, so I'd be a fool to pass up a chance for it. What sort of medication do you have?"