The One Spacecraft [IC] [Ft]

[Ultimatalia]

Humanity's only hope.
TOS is about a crew of up to 20 on a spacecraft, the last of humanity (after being destroyed in an interplanetary war) on a mission to find another habitable planet to sustain life on. Dangers may occur.

Ic. Please post roleplay here.
OOC.
Rules
since i am the OP, (and to make it fair and stable) i shall determine events that happen.
No godmodding.
The ship and its crew cant necessarily fully be destroyed, as there are escape pods to continue the story.
Please no fighting (ooc)
Character max is 20, then it is closed.



The spacecraft lifted up, under heavy fire. The shields, all they could muster, were protecting the hull. The crew was originally 100. 80 were lost on the attack of the hangar. As the remaining crew got to the cockpit, a transmission from the President popped up on the screen:

You are the last hope of humanity, crew. All of us here on Earth have failed to protect our species, so you must do it. Find any habitable planet you can that will sustain our species. Good luck.

The President saluted and explosions were heard in the background. The transmission cut off.
As the spacecraft flew out of the atmosphere, all of humanity below would be erased.

[Grehnz]

Armin stepped inside an unassigned dormitory and collapsed on the bunk, leaving his toolbox beside the bunk. Placing his hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling, steadying his sluggish breathing from the running, climbing, and lifting. But finally sat up and brushed his hair, combing through his inventory and his mottled work gloves. Midway through his inspection, however, his stomach growled. So, he stepped into the corridor once again, his untimely reentry placing him in sight of some crew members...

[Bir Matras]

...which included Anne. She was standing at one of the Windows of the ship, just staring outside. Her hands were shaken and she looked distraught. In her mind she kept repeating: "I couldn´t say goodbye. I couldn´t say goodbye." But then her mind drifted to other children. To the 20000 Embryos they had on board. She wondered if the Doctor survived. She very much hoped so

[Ultimatalia]

Trevor sat in a chair next to a window. Watching the earth, its continents plain and brown, get smaller and smaller. Like a baseball being hit away, he thought.
He failed to do a trick with his pistol, dropping it. His heart was still beating at a heavy pace from the tension of the launch.
"..Think of this....A beautiful planet, 14 billion people littering the continents. All gone. All life, gone." He thought to himself.

[Bir Matras]

"It´s horrifying isn´t it." Anne says out loud this time. "To know that everyone on earth is dead. Your co workers, your friends, your fa-family." she starts to tear up and just repeats: Isn´t it horrifiying?"

[Grehnz]

Armin glanced another doorway, finding another empty room and shaking his head. Then, moments later, he saw two people standing near one of the windows, their voices merely murmurs to him from a distance. Sighing quietly, he ventured onward, finding the ship's cafeteria, which was empty, much to his confusion and relief. After briefly frowning, he walked down the aisle of seats and tables, where his attention was drawn to the robot behind the counter. Neutrally, he approached it and asked. "Can I get a black coffee, please?"

[Ultimatalia]

Armin glanced another doorway, finding another empty room and shaking his head. Then, moments later, he saw two people standing near one of the windows, their voices merely murmurs to him from a distance. Sighing quietly, he ventured onward, finding the ship's cafeteria, which was empty, much to his confusion and relief. After briefly frowning, he walked down the aisle of seats and tables, where his attention was drawn to the robot behind the counter. Neutrally, he approached it and asked. "Can I get a black coffee, please?"

The robot, a thin cylinder with a square head, its lower body connected a rail, stared aimlessly at Armin for a moment before spouting,
"BLACK. COFFEE."
It moved to a dispenser, pressing a button that poured out the liquid into a cup. Grabbing it with quick, jittery movements, it slid back to Armin, giving the cup to him.
"...COFFEE." It spouted before going back to overly clean plates.

[Grehnz]

"Thank you." He murmured and retreated to a middle table. From there, he observed the doorway, his hand autonomously permitting a gentle sip. Clicking his tongue several times, the aftertaste had a caustic sizzle on his tongue etched, earning a grumble in his throat. Intermittently, he eyed the room, noting the welding and finishing on the walls and ceiling. Taking another sip, his fidgeted in his seat, noting a slight squeak beneath him, which, upon subliminally lightened his weight, he inspected. Crouching, he patted the underside, then pressing the topside, feeling the slightly metallic imperfection in its composition.

[Bir Matras]

Anne walks into the cafetaria. she goes to the robot to also order something and then goes to armin "please tell me your a doctor." she says as she sits down

[Grehnz]

Anne walks into the cafetaria. she goes to the robot to also order something and then goes to armin "please tell me your a doctor." she says as she sits down

He grunted upon hearing someone, looking up and finding a pair of legs across from him. Sitting down in his seat, he sipped his coffee and said. "Sorry, miss. I'm just a mechanic. Are you hurt?"

[Terintania]

Falcon wandered the halls of the ship. He should probably have been doing engineer things. Checking that the shields had held up....all that. But...this wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to have more time, more people. There had to at least be other ships, right? They couldn't possibly be all that was left. He may have been a criminal, and one responsible for many deaths, but this sheer level of death and destruction was something he never could have comprehended.

In his dazed wandering, he entered the cafeteria without even really realizing. "Sustain our species," He muttered to himself, though it was loud enough that anyone else nearby could hear, "Sustain our species? With what?" He paused his train of thought upon realizing there were other people around, before taking a deep breath and composing himself. What kind of people were these? The hope of humanity really depended on that question. And so he settled down in a chair, leaning it back and propping his legs up on the table, simply aiming to observe and listen, unless someone approached him.

[Honghai]

Suu was all-too-busy training. As always. Not only her swordsmanship, but she was struggling through her trauma - she'd wanted to shriek as-if she was taking her scimitar and impaling them, even if she was using her wooden sword - and even if, too, she wasn't really all that loud or expressive. After training, she'd walked out of the room and went into another room - monitoring the computer console and seeing everything through the cameras as it was her role to aid in protecting everyone on the ship.

[Ultimatalia]

Trevor looked to his side, his eyes watery as he got up and went to the cockpit.
Checking the location of the craft, he said out loud: "We are soon to pass Uranus."
He remembered the day when their spacecraft arrived in the system. 9 days into Earth's inclusion, radars detected spacecraft at Neptune and Uranus, and the rest was history.

[Bir Matras]

He grunted upon hearing someone, looking up and finding a pair of legs across from him. Sitting down in his seat, he sipped his coffee and said. "Sorry, miss. I'm just a mechanic. Are you hurt?"

"No not yet. But I just asked around ant none of the doctors made it on board. So we have no one to check on the embryos."

[Isla Byron]

The vents were cold and thumped, maybe croaked under the weight of her knees and elbows. Earth's gone, womp womp. Now's the time for second chances- no. Round two. So far Jay vs. The world is at 1-0. She can stick it out here, absolutely. What's funny is that she can totally live in the vents and nobody would notice her. Back on Earth, when she got a chance, she'd watch some reality TV and there was this one extraordinarily stupid show named: 'Phrogging: Creeps in My Crawlspace.' People would straight up just hide in attics for months, even years on end. And those homeowning pigs would be so scared that their quaint abode was penetrated by, shock horror, a homeless guy! Grow the balls to shoot him or scram.

This ship isn't a four and a half star rental in a swanky redlined suburb though. Everyone on the ship probably carried, or at least has the money not to. But that's fine. She could probably solo this entire ship full of out-of-touch rot and become the last human pirate queen. Or maybe she would be holding the last woman on the ship in a choke hold and then, she would let up. The spineless woman would fall to her hands and knees in thanks. And then she would say, 'oh Jay!' She tugs on Jay's belt, 'We're the last humans. We have to produce more!'-

The vent snaps in two. Jay falls head and shoulders first onto a cafeteria table. She bisects it like an old Viking axe through a monk's skull.

[Terintania]

The vents were cold and thumped, maybe croaked under the weight of her knees and elbows. Earth's gone, womp womp. Now's the time for second chances- no. Round two. So far Jay vs. The world is at 1-0. She can stick it out here, absolutely. What's funny is that she can totally live in the vents and nobody would notice her. Back on Earth, when she got a chance, she'd watch some reality TV and there was this one extraordinarily stupid show named: 'Phrogging: Creeps in My Crawlspace.' People would straight up just hide in attics for months, even years on end. And those homeowning pigs would be so scared that their quaint abode was penetrated by, shock horror, a homeless guy! Grow the balls to shoot him or scram.

This ship isn't a four and a half star rental in a swanky redlined suburb though. Everyone on the ship probably carried, or at least has the money not to. But that's fine. She could probably solo this entire ship full of out-of-touch rot and become the last human pirate queen. Or maybe she would be holding the last woman on the ship in a choke hold and then, she would let up. The spineless woman would fall to her hands and knees in thanks. And then she would say, 'oh Jay!' She tugs on Jay's belt, 'We're the last humans. We have to produce more!'-

The vent snaps in two. Jay falls head and shoulders first onto a cafeteria table. She bisects it like an old Viking axe through a monk's skull.

Falcon was sitting quietly and pondering life and what to do now. Well, it was quiet for a bit. Until suddenly a whole woman landed on his table, breaking it in half and nearly taking his legs with it. "Holy shit!" He gasped, chair teetering off balance and causing him to topple over backwards. Rolling to his feet, slightly defensively, he huffed, before letting out a light chuckle, "I don't think I've ever had a woman fall for me quiet like that." His tone was light and joking, and slightly breathless. Having the crap scared out of you had that effect.

He ran a hand through his hair, before offering her a hand, "Are you ok?" He asked, amusement and concern both present in his twinkling blue eyes.

[Bir Matras]

Anne, having heard the crash, looks over and gets a surprised look on her face. She hurries over to the table. "Are you OK?" she asks. "what were you doing in the vents?"

[Isla Byron]

Jay's hotrod metal soul left her body. Her eyes closed, lips frowned. She didn't want to take her face out of the wreckage. Jay gutturally pulls herself out of the laminated wood to wipe her face of sawdust and splinters. "No worries ma'am. Routine maintenance. It's my sincerest apologies that I interrupted your- uh, luncheon with the gentleman." The corp accent of her was fading. "I have to file an incident report. Thanks for your concern." She does a butler bow before making her exit.

The cool street composure began to crumble in front of all of them. Her legs didn't move, they merely repositioned themselves between seats, chairs, stools, and tables. At the threshold between café and hallway, she lays an arm against the frame. The smell of coffee after everything that happened doesn't sound so bad, she wipes her face again, this time to soothe her nerves. She's obviously not doing routine maintenance. If she keeps acting like this she's gonna get a bullet to the back of the head.

"Not without a coffee though."

[Bir Matras]

Anne looks at Jay, with a worried and now a bit suspicious look: Are you sure you're ok? You're limping. Also may i please get your name again? I don't think I've seen you before."

[Terintania]

Jay's hotrod metal soul left her body. Her eyes closed, lips frowned. She didn't want to take her face out of the wreckage. Jay gutturally pulls herself out of the laminated wood to wipe her face of sawdust and splinters. "No worries ma'am. Routine maintenance. It's my sincerest apologies that I interrupted your- uh, luncheon with the gentleman." The corp accent of her was fading. "I have to file an incident report. Thanks for your concern." She does a butler bow before making her exit.

The cool street composure began to crumble in front of all of them. Her legs didn't move, they merely repositioned themselves between seats, chairs, stools, and tables. At the threshold between café and hallway, she lays an arm against the frame. The smell of coffee after everything that happened doesn't sound so bad, she wipes her face again, this time to soothe her nerves. She's obviously not doing routine maintenance. If she keeps acting like this she's gonna get a bullet to the back of the head.

"Not without a coffee though."

Falcon pretty quickly had the distinct feeling that this woman was about as much of a vent mechanic as he was an engineer, but he kept that thought to himself for now, simply watching her with the same amused, but mildly concerned expression. He watched her attempt to leave, shaking his head, "The lack of concussion is honestly impressive," He said to her. He appreciated her style, though it was clearly not that of a professional ship mechanic. But then again, nor was his one of a professional engineer, and no one seemed to care much about that when he was allowed on the ship, so maybe they didn't care about any sort of professionalism dress code in here.

All in all, he related to her, at least in his belief that she didn't belong here, and he wondered if having her on his side would come in handy, especially if anyone found out about his past or who his father was. He moved over to the coffee robot, though he didn't order anything just yet. Instead, he gave Jay a crooked grin, "Think this thing makes frappes?"

He gave Anne a slight glance as she talked, kind of hoping she would stop asking questions, "The woman just fell from the roof, give her a moment," He said, his tone soft, and slightly playful.

[Bir Matras]

Anne decided to stop her interrogation of Jay, but she still had question to ask. "does one of you know anything g about medicine? I'm trying to get the medic station working. This accident wasn't serious but the next one could be."

[Isla Byron]

"Jay. Just Jay." She shot a razor smile across the room. She can still pull the pistol from her jacket. Turn it on them, herself. The thought faded from her head as quickly as it came. Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta... "Frappes, mochas, whatever. As long as it's not tar, right?" She weaved between the goddamn furniture. To barrel through it must be liberating. Smash the shit out of this place, robot included. The voice of her head must be restrained. No, step on it, step on the gas. Ice curls around her mind and weaves between the folds of her fleshy brain. Maybe she just needs water. Jay sets herself up by the coffee robot and leans against the bar.

"What's your name anyway, grandma? Clarice? Louise? The hell are you talking about accidents for?" Her head turns to blue-eyes, "and you, sketch?"

[Terintania]

"Medicine? Not really my thing, though I agree getting the med station working is probably a good idea," Falcon agreed to Anne with a concerned smile, "I'm an engineer, but I don't know if that'll help in this situation."
He followed along as Jay went to the coffee robot, giving a small nod. Not tar was always preferable, though he somehow doubted that the coffee here was that good. Hell, he doubted any of the food here would actually be good, which meant they were in for a long trip. For whatever purpose it would pose in the end.

"Sketch?" He chuckled, "I kinda like that. M'name's Falcon. Well, that's not my name, but it's what I go by. Much cooler than 'Falcone'" He drew out the 'ee' part at the end of the 'Fal-cone-ee' pronunciation, rolling his eyes slightly, "Jay. Falcon. We're both just birds."

[Bir Matras]

Anne was pretty sure that they neither had a woman named Jay, nor a vent mechanic on the crew. But she decided to ignore that feeling for now. "The names Anne." she says to Jay. Then she turns to sketch. "We'll try our best. Want to come with me?"

[Isla Byron]

"Uhuh." Flatly. She hops over the bar and presses the buttons on the coffee machine. Robot already replaced the water, put a new pod in, etc. It's good to blow. "Nah, one moment. Not going anywhere without a coffee." She turns around to look at her audience of all-too warm company. A little sword hangs in Falcon's belt. She unconsciously Clint Eastwood squints at it, imagines the weight, ergonomics. She's in piercing distance. Her glove is in her pocket, and pistol in her jacket. Falcon could kill her right now if he had good reason to.

The coffee machine splurts out its final drops from a concealed faucet. The aroma of new coffee given life is a small comfort for her. In the small chance she gets her heart ran through, maybe it'll smell like 'home' for a couple of secs before her brain dies.