The Vast and Empty Sky (OOC/Worldbuilding/Open)

[G-Tech Corporation]

Also, because I can't resist a paradox: Emilia is tuning into a radio broadcast while moving several thousand times faster than the radio waves that carry it. That is some true techno-sorcery.

EDIT: Also, G-Tech, if the creepy woman is some kind of incarnation of Natalya, can Paul see her? Or is she exclusively in Flavian's head?

Yes, she is very much a physical being. Flavian is a bit insane, but only a touch for now.

[Backatri]

Rup, what was that lost ship in the radio broadcast your character was listening to? Will that come in play later?

[G-Tech Corporation]

Rup, what was that lost ship in the radio broadcast your character was listening to? Will that come in play later?

Shh, nobody is supposed to notice foreshadowing, so when events do come together we can all be suitably impressed at Rup's planning and foresight.

[Rupudska]

Rup, what was that lost ship in the radio broadcast your character was listening to? Will that come in play later?

I see you can notice foreshadowing, comrade, please follow me to gulag.

And yes, the Invictus will come into play later.

Also, because I can't resist a paradox: Emilia is tuning into a radio broadcast while moving several thousand times faster than the radio waves that carry it. That is some true techno-sorcery.

It uses the same system Star Trek uses to get messages through space at faster-than-light speeds, which Star Trek calls 'subspace' but I'm pretty sure is really just 'magic'.

[Lunas Legion]

App should hopefully be up tomorrow.

[Rupudska]

App should hopefully be up tomorrow.

Hooray!

[Lunas Legion]

Name: 'Officially, Soldier Designate 32-C-9-90-16-7-7-R-24-Z-8-1. As that's a bloody mouthful and impossible to remember, call me Zetone.'

Age: 'Dunno. Depends what system's years you go by. I'd guess somewhere in the 30s, but I honestly dunno. Never saw the point in keeping track. What's so important about age anyways?'

Gender: 'Female, or that's the gender of the few remaining biological parts.'

Species: 'Human. Clone and cyborg. We call ourselves Soldiers though. With a capital S.'

Nationality/Allegiance: 'Myself. Well, myself and knowledge.'

Physical appearance: 'Roped in Zaine, Arty Zaine, we called him, to draw a sketch of me once, just to see what I looked like. Kept it as a reminder of better days. Here you go.'

Identifying Marks: 'Beyond the mass of cyborg implants, there's a massive white 1 painted on my back. Won't come off, and no paint will stick over it. Believe me I've tried. I also have my Soldier Designation on my right arm, in similar white paint.'

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Skills: 'Well, I'm a survivor, first and foremost. Any surviving Soldiers are. Fieldcraft, basic mechanics and field maintenance, basic field surgery, I've had to do it all at some point. Not a terrible shot either, but I'm not the best either. Didn't need to be. My main field of expertise on the field, however, was salvage. We were cannon fodder, but we were inventive cannon fodder. I was our squad's salvage expert, who had the enviable job of salvaging enemy war machines for our own use and learning how to work the bastards or modifiying them so we could work them. Given time I can modify and learn to control pretty much anything that's a vehicle. Don't expect me to be any good in it, but I can operate it. Otherwise I was just one of the millions of grunts churned out by the war machine. Otherwise, well, I have picked up what many would call a stupidly large quantity of utterly useless information on myths, legends and history on my travels. Useful for finding where and what I'm heading in search of next.'

Personality: 'Oh no, not self-description. I, uh, kind-of suck at this stuff. Well, I'm curious for sure. Ever since the War ended and the survivors got released into the Galaxy at large, everything's been, well, new and exciting. I want to see it all. Especially the bits no one believes in. Yes, it has gotten me into danger. Yes, I survived, and yes, it did involve a great deal of ruthlessness and pragmatism as required. Yes, I may be slightly prone to massively overestimating the odds of my own survival in such cases and ignoring the value of others, but, well, I really never learned the value of life.'

Weaknesses: 'I've been told repeatedly that I'm a cold-hearted bitch, a sociopath, several words I can't pronounce but were probably various swear words and that I have no regard for life. Myself, or anyone else's. I suppose that's true. When everyone you knew was or is a number, and could die any day with a replacement number showing up in a few days, well, that tends to mean you don't get attached to people. I suppose you could say that I'm really terrible at getting along with people because of that, and I generally rub everyone up the wrong way. I think I'm getting better at it though. Otherwise, there's a reason I was a salvager, and that I survived against the odds; when it comes to it, I'm a coward I'm a great coward. There, I said it. I may have no regard for life, but pain hurts regardless, and running when crap hits the fan has kept me alive more times than not and kept the pain down to boot. I'm still here, after all.'

Likes/dislikes: 'I like pretty much everything. It's all new, it's all exciting, it's all not a grim meat grinder of a battlefield. I have a few gripes with it though. Some of the music can be a bit terrible, the food's expensive in some places, and for some reason space travel has never gone well with the cyborg parts, sets off some of the error receptors every once in a while which are bloody annoying.'

Interests: 'Myths, legends, exploring. There's a whole Galaxy out there, and I'm going to see every last bit of it. The non-empty bits, at least.'

Fears: 'I'm not going back to a war. Any war. I so much as hear mention of 'war' and I'll leave so fast you won't even know I was there in the first place. Well, that and magnets. Don't even get me started on magnets. Whoever invented those needs to have his grave be turned into the sewer for the entire Galaxy.'

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Bio: 'I was born a Soldier. Us Soldiers, we're slightly genetically-altered clones of master templates. We're given accelerated growth for several years, then everything bar our brain and head is replaced bionics, and the skull is given a good lot of sub-dermal armour plating and the brain an information jack. They mass produce all the stuff. Never learned who 'they' were. Never really cared. After receiving our implants, we were given our designations and sent off to whichever unit on whichever battlefield we were assigned.'

'For me, my number was 32-C-9-90-16-7-7-R-24-Z-8-1. 32-C-9-90-16-7-7-R-24-Z-8-1, in full, lists all the commands I was subordinate to and my personal designation number, 1. We made up names from our final three numbers to tell people apart between squads; personal, squad and platoon. Being Z-8-1, I chose/was given Zetone. We were shipped off to some miserable boggy hellhole that began with C, and was the only planet beginning with C under 32 Area Command given our designation was C and didn't have any numbers or fancy other numerals after it. Never learned the name. Never saw the point. Anyways, we fought the Enemy.'

'Never learned who they were either. Don't really want to learn, I don't want to know what pointless excuse I watched people I called friends die for. They were always just the poor bastards facing the factory-produced hordes of clone cyborg fodder. They were better equipped, better trained; hence why we salvaged their stuff when possible. Learned off of Xnito. That's X-9-2, by the way. Nice guy. Think he survived too. Taught me how to salvage the enemy's technology, make it usable for us. The Enemy had a wide variety of species, and new ones kept showing up, so it was a constant race to learn how to salvage new stuff. I don't remember how long the war lasted. Days blended together. We fended off attacks, salavaged, counter-attacked, salvaged, were beaten back, salvaged. Cycle repeats.'

'Then someday, someone says that the war's over. Says that we're all dishonourably discharged for failing to win the war. We didn't know what to do next. Some of us settled down in the battlefields, founded new communities, brought in the factories from off-world. Some of us just committed suicide. We had no purpose anymore, so why live?'

'The rest of us, well, the rest of us scattered off into the shiny new Galaxy, and we were lost in all its glory and wonder. That's when I took up story-chasing, myth-busting, treasure-hunting. The most wondrous things in the Galaxy that no one had seen or found. I was bored, and these things, well, they seemed like an Enemy I could beat alone. So I went after them. I criss-crossed systems, borders, chasing vague phantoms. I suppose that was when I first learned what fun and adventure were, and they intoxicated me. So I kept going. And kept going. And here I stand today.'
Reason for Being on Thrawn B7: 'Just another port of call in the Galaxy, and this is my ride to the next one on the chase for myth and legend.'
RP Sample: Lemme find one.
CAPTAIN TO ENTERPRISE (DO NOT REMOVE)

Finished early. I think.

[Rupudska]

I like it. Accepted.

[Shadowwell]

Post will have to be out tomorrow.

[Korhal IVV]

Better. Your grammar is a bit iffy, but I stopped caring too much about grammar (as long as it wasn't eye-searingly bad) a while ago. Accepted.

Okaayy, so uh, what can my char and ship do at the moment?

[Rupudska]

Better. Your grammar is a bit iffy, but I stopped caring too much about grammar (as long as it wasn't eye-searingly bad) a while ago. Accepted.

Okaayy, so uh, what can my char and ship do at the moment?

You didn't even wait for my reply, did you?

Anyway you could have (and probably should have) just posted it so that you had been 'there' the whole time, or at least since Paul showed up at the Ugly Deckling on page 1. Would have been easier, and the Isaac would be less likely to just attack you for seeming to follow them, whether Ser Broden had wanted you to be on the team or not.

[Korhal IVV]

Okaayy, so uh, what can my char and ship do at the moment?

You didn't even wait for my reply, did you?

Anyway you could have (and probably should have) just posted it so that you had been 'there' the whole time, or at least since Paul showed up at the Ugly Deckling on page 1. Would have been easier, and the Isaac would be less likely to just attack you for seeming to follow them, whether Ser Broden had wanted you to be on the team or not.

So what happens now

[Backatri]

Planet Name: Apollonios
Atmosphere: 65% O₂, 25% N₂, 10% Other
Size and Mass: 6598 km in diameter, 6.25 x 10²⁴ kg
Axial Tilt, Orbital Distance, and Number 15.2 degrees, 147.2 million km, 1st planet
Geography and Climate: Tropical rainforest towards the equator, Boreal Forests at poles, generally warm enough to support tree life at all points on the globe.
Culture and History: Apollonios was a typical planet, being noted by very briefly by passing spacefarers going to more exciting places. Towards the end of the Rheim Imperium it was used to test bioengineered organisms. This left a planet covered in trees, and home to other, less visible, animals of great power, animals who were designed as weapons and knew only destruction of all human life. After the Cyanian Empire was established, the planet was noticed by romantics yearning for the days of Livingstone and Shackleton. These romantics wished to be great explorers, roughing it out in the great unknown, shooting savages and naming landmarks after themselves. They organized expeditions with very high requirements, often made in the style of Stanley and Livingstone's expeditions, so no tech, no rescue beacon, and no laser weapons. None of these explorers were aware of the bioengineered monstrosities on the surface, leading to astronomical death tolls, and a surface covered in pith helmets, naval sextants, and regret for not carrying a distress beacon. Expeditions are still going on, although at smaller rates and with safety in mind.
BIG OL' BALL (DO NO REMOVE)

[G-Tech Corporation]

Ah, good. All hands to battle-stations and whatnot. A rogue ship trying to intercept our VIP!

[Lunas Legion]

So, what ship should I stick Zetone on?

[Rupudska]

You didn't even wait for my reply, did you?

Anyway you could have (and probably should have) just posted it so that you had been 'there' the whole time, or at least since Paul showed up at the Ugly Deckling on page 1. Would have been easier, and the Isaac would be less likely to just attack you for seeming to follow them, whether Ser Broden had wanted you to be on the team or not.

So what happens now

I'm torn. On one hand, I would much rather have it that you simply went along with the ride so we could focus on exploring the Isaac for now and give everyone some down time before the first bit of combat started. On the other hand, a ship late to the meeting and causing a misunderstanding eliminates the need for me to come up with an idea for the first combat situation, and it'll be short enough that combat will be very brief.

by Lunas Legion » Wed Jul 19, 2017 9:58 am

So, what ship should I stick Zetone on?

I say have her have gone straight onto the Isaac. If nothing else, she can ride with Emilia, or join Paul on Flavian's ship.

[Backatri]

We haven't had a desert world yet!

The wreck of the Sweet Melody as photographed by the rescue team. No crew members were found in or near the wreck, and a note found on the bridge suggests that the crew attempted a hike to a supply cache located 570 km from the crash site. No sign of habitation has been found at the supply cache.

Planet Name: Neno
Atmosphere: 17% O₂ 76% N₂ 7% other, not to mention a whole lot of dust hangs in the air
Size and Mass: 7356 km in diameter, 7.24 x 10²³ kg
Axial Tilt, Orbital Distance, and Number 26.5 degrees, 93.6 million km, and 1st planet
Geography and Climate: Vast, windswept deserts, little water supporting the smallest amount of plant life, and insufferably hot.
Culture and History: Neno is a desert planet, the only planet in its system. It would generally be ignored as another useless planet of the Void, but it lies on a critical trade route, and many ships in distress have been forces to set down on its inhospitable surface, finding no other option. Due to this, the planet's only moon, Howland, is home to a Cyanian Navy base for the purpose of rescuing downed ships. However, due to communication issues caused by a solar flare heavy sun, many ships are not accounted for and rescue isn't at hand. To combat this, the Cyanian Navy has scattered supply caches across the planet, with distress beacons and a promise to visit these caches often to check for survivors. All the caches in the world however still leave vast expanses where the only touch of life is wrecked ships.

Owing to it's lonely location, Communication ruining solar flares, and inhospitable landscape, Neno was voted by the Sol Mariner's Association as the worst place in the galaxy in 3510.
BIG OL' BALL (DO NO REMOVE)

[Rupudska]

Well, Thrawn B7 is a desert moon.

[Rupudska]

Imma post responding to Backatri. Korhaal has said he'll edit his post, so I'm going to ignore his post as it is for now until he edits it.

[Shadowwell]

Would the cargo bay thing be able to fit a 32 dfoot tall strike craft?

Jsut waning to make sure that His ship can fit there before i psot with my Korvash, since we haveconfimred taht the Hallways can fit my 8ft tall Korvash.

[Rupudska]

Would the cargo bay thing be able to fit a 32 dfoot tall strike craft?

Jsut waning to make sure that His ship can fit there before i psot with my Korvash, since we haveconfimred taht the Hallways can fit my 8ft tall Korvash.

Shadowwell give your spellcheck another kick. And yes, the hangar can fit your ship easily. It can fit all of our ships.

[Shadowwell]

Would the cargo bay thing be able to fit a 32 dfoot tall strike craft?

Jsut waning to make sure that His ship can fit there before i psot with my Korvash, since we haveconfimred taht the Hallways can fit my 8ft tall Korvash.

Shadowwell give your spellcheck another kick. And yes, the hangar can fit your ship easily. It can fit all of our ships.

Sorrry about that, it has been spasming since I posted something about an rp that had a MLP Anthro, but anyways, my post may have to wait, got some things i need to do unfortunately, but I shall get something out tomorrow at the latest.

[Korhal IVV]

The edit has been done.

[Lunas Legion]

Rup, I'll have Zetone arrange herself to travel on the Issac beforehand, with the captain having briefed her the same as everyone else was briefed by the CyInt guy, if that's fine.

[Cylarn]

Rup, I'll have Zetone arrange herself to travel on the Issac beforehand, with the captain having briefed her the same as everyone else was briefed by the CyInt guy, if that's fine.

Hooray! Someone for Benedict to talk to.