Some things are not meant to be found.
In the cold and dark regions of space, something stirs. They have awoken from a slumber that was not of their own making. They stretch their gaze onto the galaxy and see the resources that have accumulated in their absence. They see new targets. They see new victims. They see people unprepared for their arrival; while they themselves built in the shadows, regaining their strength, rebuilding their numbers. They await the perfect opportunity to launch themselves into the galaxy and watch as it falls apart around them. The end of civilisation as it exists now. Obsolete. Outdated. They would bring the species into a new era of co-operation. Of peace. Of perfection.
There were priorities. Time was needed to gather information on all variables.
It was time to reveal themselves to an old foe.
Some things are better off staying hidden.
The Alversian Science Vessel Hosea was tumbling through space. The silver arrow was unblemished, it’s painted hull as glorious as the day it left its dry dock for the first time, nearly three decades ago.
Now the once proud vessel spins through an area of space it does not know, towards nations it would not recognise. It is like a dog without an owner. All that she sends, all that she speaks is a single, small distress signal.
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Alright, this is the OOC for a new survival/horror thread that I am hoping to create aboard this ship. If people want to join then it can only be as characters (no fleets allowed). I am open to the types and number of characters you choose to RP as.
Application form:
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Rank: (If any)
Species:
Age:
Description: (Picture if possible)
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Brief Biography:
