by United Human Planets » Wed Apr 11, 2018 11:51 pm
by Brusia » Thu Apr 12, 2018 1:36 am
by Northern Poland » Thu Apr 12, 2018 10:37 am
Kawaii Seals wrote:SWEET NECTAR OF THE GODS
by Zapatha » Thu Apr 12, 2018 12:30 pm
by United Human Planets » Thu Apr 12, 2018 6:34 pm
Brusia wrote:Dr. Theanor Jarak
Tiau System
Lia Lin City Spaceport
As he moved about through the crowded spaceport, Dr. Theanor Jarak peered over and around the meandering groups of people in an attempt to spot the berth where he had been instructed to meet with his new employers. Though he'd grown somewhat accustomed to these sorts of crowded, disorganized areas in his recent travels, the constant loud noises in such places still irritated him, and at this point the thought of taking a ship back out to the quiet vacuum of space was growing more and more appealing. It took abit more searching, but eventually he found the ship he was looking for and began to approach the two humans seated in front of it.
While he was still not terribly familiar with human naming conventions, it wasn't too difficult to guess which of the two was likely the ship's Captain and which was the expedition's financier; if the clothing wasn't enough to give it away, their respective attitudes certainly was. For his part, Theanor's elegant and durable Quihansu clothing more closely resembled the financier's outfit, while his more humble disposition looked closer to that of the Captain's. As he broke from the crowd and stood in front of the two, Theanor politely and gracefully bowed his head then gave a traditional Quihansu greeting: "Jolan'suila, I am Dr. Theanor Jarak; I believe I was hired to serve as the physician for this vessel." He shifted the duffel bag currently hanging from a strap on his shoulder a little before asking: "Are you Captain Daoud and Mr. Petrov?"
Northern Poland wrote: Nickolas Whitt P.Eng
Tiau System
Lia Lin City Space Port
30 Minutes Prior
Nickolas stands on a Hovertrain, waiting for it to stop at the certain area that the ship would be near. The Automated Voice Says, "Eastern Docks, Opening." He gets out, and is approached by two Guards. They ask for I.D, and he shows it. They say, "Move along" and they hand it back. He walks to the main floor.
Nickolas walks through a large crowd in the space port, he bumps into someone and says "Sorry!" He is usual to crowded areas, but he has been in 3 spaceports today, because New Copenhagen is on a planet far away. He spent a good bit of money to get here, and he hopes he can get it back. He arrives at the docks, looking for the ship that the person said to go to. He looks around, seeing some larger ships, "Probably Cruise ships or something" he thinks.He had left his cat at home with his girlfriend, Not the one that had cheated on him though. He sees the ship, and 3 people standing around it. He begins to walk over, and he hears one of them talking. He waits until it finishes then says, "Hey, I volunteered to be the Engineer aboard the ship?"
Zapatha wrote:Well then, that ship seems a little old. Rudy thought as he approached the docking station where their ship awaited its incoming crew. He was about half an hour early, give or take and seemed that he had arrived at almost the same time as some of the other crewmates. All he carried were two duffle bags, his backpack and a special case for his shiny new prototype sniper rifle. Hopefully this expedition wouldn't require his usage of them however the space they were going through was known for its lawlessness and pirate activity.
The captain herself was of ambiguous background, as he could've sworn he recognized her face on wanted boards at the regular mercenary watering holes in the outer systems of the Confederacy and some Hegemony spots. The kid looked almost as if he hadn't seen mercenaries or smugglers before, and he had a hint of indignation on his face.
Maybe you should've considered what kind of people you were hiring little lord. he said to himself before walking up to the captain and the lord
"Reporting for duty." he said, before extending his hand to the captain. "I just want to let you know you're hiring the right merc for the job here, you can't really hire any better than me."
by Brusia » Thu Apr 12, 2018 9:13 pm
by Rhinocera » Thu Apr 12, 2018 10:06 pm
by United Human Planets » Fri Apr 13, 2018 7:48 pm
Rhinocera wrote:Mako "Ace" Elikor
The crowd at the spaceport was dense, leaving little room to maneuver across the walkways for an individual of Mako's stature, at first. As he walked towards his destination, humans looked up with looks of fear, disgust, and disdain, sometimes all worn by the same face. For the most part, they scattered out of his way. Mammothok weren't known for their subtlety, nor for being fleet of foot. If they were walking towards something, they wouldn't be the ones to change their course. Mako was no different from other Mammothok in that regard. Frankly, at 13 feet tall and weighing in at a few tons, the parting of the crowd was as much in the name of self preservation for the humans that surrounded him as it was an act of disgust and unfamiliarity.
It took a good bit of walking, but Mako found his way to the freighter that would soon be his home for the immediate future. He didn't recognize the vessel, nor did he know its name, but he recognized the captain and the proprietor. The captain of the vessel was a young woman that he knew and had done business with in the past. Productive and profitable business that ended on positive terms for all parties involved, the ones that mattered at least. The proprietor was a man that he had met, once, and not in person. He had discussed the terms of his hire over holographic communication, and the man seemed to be a snide and condescending individual, dripping in "class" and "properness". In all honesty, a few years ago the only association that Mako would have had with Valenten Petrov would likely have involved a ransom being paid or valuables being "confiscated". Today, however, Mako found himself employed by the "lord". After all, who could pay better than a proper lord? Not many, as a matter of fact. This endeavor would fetch Mako a pretty penny indeed, enough that it almost made Mako forget about his utter distaste for the man, almost, but not quite.
As he reached the aforementioned individuals, he quickly noticed that he was not the amongst the early arrivals. A bit surprising, considering he had arrived precisely when they had asked, but not too unusual. Not being one for a subtle arrival, however, Mako deemed it unnecessary to wait for the conversations at hand to be finished. Mako walked directly behind the party as they spoke with Isra and proceeded to lean over them and speak directly to his former business partner. "I assume this is the rabble we'll be working with for the foreseeable future, an interesting bunch to say the least. Good to see you again." It was safe to assume that Isra would recognize Mako, after all, Mammothok weren't a common sight in these parts and were relatively difficult to mistake for something else. Even if there were others at the spaceport, they would likely be working for the port, and therefore would not likely be wearing a black jacket and light brown pants of an unspecified material while lugging a bag on each shoulder and one strapped to their back. Mako also sported several unmistakeable carvings on his tusks. On the right tusk, carvings of the playing cards representing the Ace of Spades and the Ace of Clubs were clearly visible. On the left tusk, carvings of the Ace of hearts and the ace of diamonds were visible. Tributes to his nickname, which was in turn a tribute to a prominent personality trait of Mako's, his insatiable drive to gamble. Some mistook the name as a less than clever play on his own skill, but the truth was much more straightforward. Big bets, small bets, safe bets, far-off bets, "Ace" made all of them.
by Dragos Bee » Fri Apr 13, 2018 10:19 pm
by Rhinocera » Sun Apr 15, 2018 10:47 pm
by United Human Planets » Tue Apr 17, 2018 12:01 am
Dragos Bee wrote:Ascot Rider
The boy had arrived just in time, just as the other members of the crew were gathering. Walking towards Valentin and Isra, all the while noting the 'exotic' crew they had gathered; three aliens including a Mammothmok, Ascot Rider tried to hide his nervousness behind a mask of false bravado. He knew this; that being the youngest person in the bunch, he had more to prove to them the expedition founder and captain than the other members had. Which was all right; it was within his abilities.
Once in front of Valentin and Isra, as well as the Mammothmok, Ascot would clear his throat, before saying: "Greetings. My name is Ascot Rider, special Psionic Soldier currently...indentured by Myriad Star Corporation and sent in response to Valentin Petrov's request for security for his expedition. I am a qualified marksman, blade combat specialist, and a passable unarmed fighter in addition to being implanted with the implants that allow me to accomplish telekentic feats. Here is an example."
And with that, the boy would cause his meta-material blade to float out of its scabbard, and with an unecessary flourish, present the sword hilt-first to Valentin using only his telekenesis. "I am also trained in associating with both the mercenaries and smugglers and other folk of the underworld, as well as providing intellectual companionship to those of the upper class who I am supposed to be bodyguarding. Although," he chuckled for effect, "being sixteen, I have my limits, if I am permitted to say that, sir."
"Either way, Mr. Petrov," Ascot kept smiling, "My sword is yours for the duration of this expedition."
At least until I break my bonds to the Corporation...or die trying.
by Dragos Bee » Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:52 pm
by Rupudska » Tue Apr 17, 2018 9:38 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by United Human Planets » Tue Apr 17, 2018 10:35 pm
Dragos Bee wrote:Ascot Rider
Ascot smiled and shook Valentin's hand, saying, "Thank you, Valentin." He looked at the young lordling, amazed that he would just accept his presence like that, without prejudice, condescension, or even an attempt to assert superiority. Or maybe that would eventually come in time, and he had merely put Valentin in a good mood? "I am honored to serve and protect."
He would then shake Irsa's hand, saying, "I am glad to be under such a skilled captain as well." It was then that he returned his sword to his scabbard. "An expedition of this ambition...accomplishing this might be enough to earn my manumission."
The boy didn't actually believe it, but he wanted to give the impression that he'd serve the group as best as he could. His rough plan was to get away far enough from Myriad Star Corporation and sever ties with them. Finding Earth was merely a step to that plan. So he went along with Valentin and Isra as the latter began her tour of the ship, taking note of any weak spots in the structure, ways of escape, and of course, the speeders.
As for questions, Ascot had one: "I...uh...the company didn't give me anything decent to wear at night or asleep; I literally arrived here with only my weapons and armor and my current set of clothing. Normally, this isn't a problem as the company usually provides night clothes and private rooms, but..."
The boy turned his face away in embrassment, knowing he'd likely be told to just sleep in his armor.
Rupudska wrote:Tiau System, Lia Lin City Space Port
MacDougalDougal, Dougal, and Dougal MacDougal's Tavern
Approximately that same time
It was so common as to be expected, that any space port with more than two humans near enough to use it would have an Irish pub, or something similar.
And it stood to reason, that with so many similarities in culture, there would be a lot of Giokeni in such facilities. This was true - in many cases, there were as many Giokeni as there were humans, and in some cases there were more Giokeni than humans.
MacDougalDougal, Dougal, and Dougal MacDougal's Tavern was not one such place, but it was an Irish pub, and that was good enough for Maira d'Ierunan of Clan u'Oriunn. Beer in hand, she joined humans, Giokeni, and other species in dancing upon the table in a drunken revelry. MacDougalDougal's son had just been declared free of cancer, and for that the taps were open all day, music would play all through the night, and any debts, tabs, bills and damages would be forgiven. Which was fair, as MacDougalDougal had already made four times his regular daily profits.
Hooves clicking against the pseudo-wood tables, Maira leapt from table to table like a deer. When she wasn't drinking, she was eating from a rather novel dish called a 'barbecue parfait' consisting of a layer of baked potato salad (with bits of cheese and bacon), a layer of pulled pork, a layer of baked beans, a layer of brisket, another layer of baked potato salad, and a layer of sour cream, with a fork stuck out of it at an odd angle, indicative of how she was trying (and succeeding for the most part) at holding three things with two hands. Far from an Irish dish, it was delicious, meaty, and had potatoes, and for most aliens that was close enough. MacDougalDougal, Dougal, and Dougal MacDougal's Tavern had more 'accurate' meals of course, but none were quite as popular with the omnivorous races.
After a complete round of The Rattlin' Bog (bless the First Smiths for making Giokeni with efficient lungs), the animatronics switched to a more rapid pace and started belting out another ancient Irish group of singers - the Dropkick Murphys. And the Giokeni, many of which were of the industrial classes, went wild as they played a particularly popular song. Maira in particular began dancing faster, more wildly, and actually juggling the three things in her hand, not spilling a drop despite the navy blue blush on her face indicating an advanced state of intoxication. She didn't miss a lyric, either.
"In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines,
We've often been told to keep up with the times -
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job,
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed!"
"We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die,
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky;
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out -
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about!"
On it went. It wasn't a long song, but it sure as hell was energetic, and Maira loved it. So much so that she finished her drink in the process of singing. She turned to face the bar and the clock behind it, and frowned.
Gettin' close to time to go... wait.
"Oi, Murphy ya wanker, yer clock slow or summin?"
"'Bout by three minutes er so, why?"
Shite.
With perfect aim, she tossed her glass bottle into the rubbish bin, shoveled the last of her parfait into her mouth, then tossed that into the bin as well while swallowing. With another toss, she fished about twenty over her actual tab from her pocket and hurled it at the bar which Murphy Dougal easily caught. With a leap, she sprung from her perch to the door, grabbed her rolling luggage bag, and ran like a bandit for the hangars, while the bar's radio had shifted out to 'Come Out Ye Black and Tans'.
Still, she arrived at the appointed time she was told to. Exactly on time, and from the sounds of things, the financier was one of those types of foppish nobs that thought people should arrive thirty minutes early - they were already touring the ship and from the sounds of things, mostly done. That didn't stop Maira, quickly ducking into the cargo hold, slinging her luggage over her back, and climbing up the ladder. Her head at last revealed itself as soon as the captain, the human she assumed was Isra, asked if they had any questions. She politely waited for the too-young-to-be-here human boy to ask his.
"Aye, I go'a quession. I saw de ousside, but it ain't runnin' so I won' assume, but on a scale of one ta ten, exactly how likely are de engines to shit da bed in deir current state, should anytin' go wrong?"
She pondered for a moment.
"Accualy, I got two. You don' seem ta have room fer a shu'le craf, so d'you hae any external dockin' clamps? Shite, even a magnetized hull would do fer now if ye can spare a li'le scrapmetal."
by Dragos Bee » Tue Apr 17, 2018 11:45 pm
United Human Planets wrote:Tiau System, Lia Lin City Space Port,
Isra Daoud, Ship captain and smuggler.
Isra was a little unsure about how to answer the question, and looked around the room awkwardly, before bringing her eyes back to Ascot. Suddenly her opinions on the Myriad Star Corporation were even lower. Not only were they a morally ambiguous group with uncomfortable ties to difficult conflicts, but they also couldn't even adequately equip their own people? As far as she was concerned, it was unprofessional, and if Isra considered herself to be anything, it was a professional. And so to her, it was unbecoming to be so.
"Well, shit," she said at last. "I think I probably have some old clothes kicking around in those lockers. If you can find them, feel free to take em. I apologize for them being small if they are, Im not exactly the tallest person. And Valentin has told me that we all get advanced payments after our first week, so you could probably stop off at a station somewhere and get yourself some real clothes with that."
by Sterkistan » Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:06 am
by Northern Poland » Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:28 am
Kawaii Seals wrote:SWEET NECTAR OF THE GODS
by United Human Planets » Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:40 am
Dragos Bee wrote:-SNIP-
Sterkistan wrote:Alistair Seravee
Tiau System, Lia Lin City Space Port
Alistair breathed heavily as his feet pounded the metal floor of the Spaceport maintenance hall, he ran along, picking up speed as he shoved people out of the road, his targets ahead of him trying to find a way out. These were the last two, his team was dead. Bunch of amateurs, Private Security isn't what it used to be. Unfortunately that meant he wasn't going to get paid, but that isn't why he took the job.
Luckily for him the noise in the Spaceport was so great, he could shoot to his heart's content in here and it'd be unlikely that even a wandering soul would hear him. The security cameras were a different story though. He'd have another 3 minutes max until the feds showed, and they could probably hold a firefight for lot longer than he could, and even if he wasn't killed, a prison didn't sound like a very nice place this time of year.
The thugs took cover behind a maintenance panel, firing at Alistair as he also leapt for cover. He peeked around, the cameras in his helmet letting him see around with little danger. And he waited until his target poked around for another shot, where he popped out and sprayed him down. And his friend cried out, rushing around the other side, before falling to the same fate.Northern Poland wrote:Nikolas Jepsen P.eng
Tiau System
Lia Lin City Space Port
Nicholas walks with everyone else, listening to all the details. He thinks, "Engine room, definitely a pick." When they get to the end, he says to himself, "So this ship is built for no crew accommodations? Sounds like a great thing for a crew of what, Seven?"He shifts one of his duffels to the other side of his arm. He then pulls out his Holopad, then he looks up the Freighter class that it is. He checks for crew accommodations, and says, "Well, I'll be damned, It doesn't."
When they finish, he begins to walk to the Engine room to set up his Hammock and the hooks for his bags. He climbs down the ladder, arriving at the floor that the engine room is on. He walks inside, and instantly hears the noise. He moves over to a spacious corner, and grabs his bag on his right. He puts it down, opening it and pulling out the hammock fold. He grabs a futuristic nail gun that can punch through cabinets. he puts a large nail in one cabinet, then another in one a little bit away. He hooks one of the hammock's holes on one, then does the same thing on the other. he throws a pillow down there, as well as a blanket. He sees a crate over in a corner, he brings it over as a makeshift chair. He hears banging in the cargo room, so he walks inside. He hears it coming from the door, so he walks over and says, "Who is this, and why are you here?"
by Rhinocera » Wed Apr 18, 2018 12:12 pm
by Sterkistan » Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:44 pm
Northern Poland wrote:-SNIP-
United Human Planets wrote:-SNIP-
Rhinocera wrote:-SNIP-
by Brusia » Thu Apr 19, 2018 6:45 pm
by United Human Planets » Fri Apr 20, 2018 1:16 am
Sterkistan wrote:Northern Poland wrote:-SNIP-United Human Planets wrote:-SNIP-Rhinocera wrote:-SNIP-
Alistair Seravee
Tiau System, Lia Lin City Space Port
Alistair waited a few moments, until he heard half a dozen responses from inside the ship. The most notable being that the cargo doors were open, should he wish to speak. He traipsed around to the cargo doors and stepped up into the ship. As he looked around, steam wafted slowly from the vents in his mask, the cloak still pulled around him.
"I'm looking for a job... Anything's fine..."
He stated, his voice a mechanical monotone, with the slightest hint of humanity seeping through.
He also looked up and down the crew who were present; A younger man possibly a few years off Alistair himself, a short woman with darker skin and also looking around his age, a Mammothok that even surprised Alistair, and some pumped up rich boy, even though he looked around the same age as everyone else. He had experience with upper-class types that really don't put their mentality anywhere past children.
He put up his hands, seeing the Mammothok resting his hand on his weapon. More of a warning than anything, but he wanted to properly get a job here, not look like some petty ship-jacker.
"So... You got anything?"
by Dragos Bee » Fri Apr 20, 2018 2:24 am
United Human Planets wrote:Dragos Bee wrote:-SNIP-
Isra grinned at him, though feeling a little unsure of what to do with Ascot. "Dont thank me yet," she said, "Im not the one who hired you, Im just the captain. If you really wanna thank someone for the pay, its Valentin you should talk to." She looked around the living room again, before continuing. "And if you have nothing to sleep on, you can crash on one of these couches if you want. If not, no big deal, theres plenty of space around the ship."
by Sterkistan » Fri Apr 20, 2018 4:09 am
United Human Planets wrote:-SNIP-
Dragos Bee wrote:-SNIP-
by Rhinocera » Fri Apr 20, 2018 9:32 am
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