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To live this life once more. (open RP)
« on: May 19, 2015, 12:44:27 pm »

[starting this off with a little background story.  You can bring you character in, if your joining right away, as either already helping with the refits or as joining the crew in one of the runabouts.  Otherwise, you can join in later and we'll work your character into the story.  the sooner the easier though.  please add your character to the "I'd like to start a new rp for those still on the forums" topic with a little background info and what role you'd like to play.  The role your character plays in this RP can change over time so don't worry too much about that initially.  the role part is mostly to give the story a little more depth.]

It has been 3 years into the Zanthy war and the Alliance has been on the ropes.  The Zanthy have had superior ships and better weapons for the whole of the conflict and have diminished the Alliance fleet to a dangerously low level.  To supplement this shortfall, the Alliance has begun cannibalizing star ship graveyards for anything that can be made flyable, and refitting them with modern weapons and armor to hold the line until modern star ships can be run off the production lines.  In one such wreckage yard, a small fleet of re-purposed ships is finishing their repairs and refits for their first scouting mission.

Star Base 213(aka, Tall Tom's Salvage and Pre-Used Parts) in the Denari Beta system:

The Base it's self can barely be considered a star base.  It consists of little more then a mess of derelict ships in orbit around the 4th planet of the variable type star Denari Beta.  All watched over by a crude star ship dock and an orbiting habitat complex, which its self seems to be made from pieces of derelict ships.  The place seems so far removed from the clean and tidy military bases the non-civilians are used to.  This operation is a joint military and militia operation to try and protect the nearby colony worlds of Denari Alpha and Batulan Prime.

The area around the star ship dock is a chaotic flurry of activity as final repairs and refits are completed on 13 different ships.  These ships range from small mining gigs too a large asteroid tug and the coveted ship of the fleet, an old civilian cruise ship, re-purposed into a fighter carrier. 

Several runabouts are shuttling in the final crew members of the various ships assembled here.  The carrier/cruise ship is a very appealing prospect, but with a little disappointment, your runabout turns and heads for an old agricultural barge.  It is a medium sized craft that has received a considerable upgrade from its former life.  Now sporting a MK6 Compression Cannon, 2 high capacity missile bays, heavy armor, and a formidable array of sensors, she has become a force to be reckoned with, if her systems hold together, as a heavy destroyer named "Merdok".

Nearly 1/3 of the crew of the Merdok has been on site helping with the refits, including the primary gunner Maryl.  No one else on the ship has a better understanding of the BIG C(MK6 compression cannon) then her.  A lot being due to the problems with linking such a big gun into the Merdok's systems, and also to the fact that the main gun would have to be bore sight fired so it's alignment was crucial.
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Re: To live this life once more. (open RP)
« Reply #1 on: May 21, 2015, 01:19:20 am »

Maryl may be on time constraints, but as the skinny little gun-mech gets to work, she may as well be in hog heaven.  The real trouble, apart from filing reports on what she's doing, involves making sure she can safely switch to manual overrides in emergency situations without leaving backdoors or errors that make the whole gun worthless after one scratch or ding hits it.

While giving out hard-to-follow orders, she slides under a panel hooked into the Big C, and starts taking everything apart and reassembling it promptly.  There's an actual cockpit option for this main cannon, and she's determined to have that feature installed within the hour, as soon as someone finds a suitable chair for it.  Good luck for the mechanics tasked with that one...
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« Reply #2 on: May 28, 2015, 08:41:37 am »

In the center of the bridge, perched on a chair that looks like a short bar stool with handle bars, is the ships Astragator, Cynthia.  She has her feet locked on the handle bar like extensions and her body rested against the central cushion.  From the ceiling, a web of wires feeds down to a strange looking cap that sits on her head.  This cap is the neural link she's using to connect with the ship.  It's an older system, nothing like the more advanced wireless models shes used to.  While linked, she looses nearly all sense of her own body, having completely moved her thoughts into the ship its self.

Cynthia has spent the last 3 days trying to run internal diagnostics.  But being linked with the ship like she is, all the constant rebuilding and repairs being done are very distracting.  Not to mention the constant complaints from the engineers about this system needing a check before that one, or why can't she just let them do this instead...  It's enough to fray the most steady of nerves and hers are not that.  Sure, her link to the ship gives a much needed perspective on each system, but do they really think she can manage all the systems at once?  She's only one person, and besides, weren't they trained to do this work on their own anyways?

A kink in her side once again reminds her that the right stabilizer is still loose.  She could compensate for this if they needed to move, but really, how is she expected to get this hunk of metal moving quickly if it can't travel in a strait line.  Once again, she adds this to the seemingly endless roster of work that still needs to get done.  And just to get back at a that damn engine Mechanic, stamps it as critical for him to do.  So what if he hates going EVA, it needs to get done.

And really, if the weapons officer keeps going on like that, she's bound to burn her self out like the weapons grid did last time it was powered up.  Damn that's a lot of power draw for one gun...  Takes running the engines at 30% just to warm it up.

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Ships repairs and refitting is going slowly, mostly due to the ship not having the best systems to begin with.  The power grid was completely insufficient for the job.  This caused system burn outs throughout the ship and required it being completely replaced with much heavier systems.  The hull, being build for rough use, had held up quite well, needing little more then a bit of polish and paint.  Of course this work was soon covered by armor plates, making it all seem like wasted effort.  The engines were surprising in good working order.  That is until the Vole infestation was discovered in engine 2...  Who knew voles loved zero-g so much.

As repairs throughout the ship near completion, system after system receive final diagnostics.  More problems are found, and the work seems to never end.  There is only 2 more weeks now before the ship needs to be ready for its shake down run.
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« Reply #3 on: June 13, 2015, 12:11:09 pm »

Out of the chaos of technicians, engineers, and general workers throughout the ship, what looks like a young boy no older then 12 comes running through.  He's carrying a small metal and canvas chair that has been scavenged from somewhere, possibly a lifeboat or drop pod.  He runs up to Maryl and sets it down nearby.

"I'd heard you were looking for one of these, ma'am."; he says with an accent that could only come from an outer colony world.  And just as quickly as he appeared, he's off again in a full run.  But just before he disappears into the crowd of busy workers, a faint shimmer can be seen around him, like that of an active camouflage cloak or similar...

The kid has been seen all over the "fleet".  No one quite knows where he came from, or who he really is.  But he has an uncanny ability to find just the thing someone is looking for.  And nothing ever seems to vanish from any of the craft in the fleet, so where he gets the parts from is unknown.

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After running yet another set of diagnostic routines on engine 2, something those lazy engine mechanics could of done themselves, Cynthia is ready to call it a day.  She's been hooked up to the ships neural link for 17 hours strait and has reached her mental limit for staying linked.  Before logging out of the system, she puts all systems into auto maintain mode and switches their controls to the various working control panels on the bridge.

Logging out is a difficult task to say the least.  It requires a strong mental pull to remove ones self from the various systems on the ship and slide back into your own body.  It could be considered quite painful if there were actual pain nerves involved, but it always leaves her with a bit of a headache.  And today it was worse then normal...

Cynthia remains in her perch for a few minutes waiting for the dizziness and disorientation from de-linking to fade, but the headache just refuses to lessen.  Not getting any relief from just sitting there, she finally reaches up and removes the cap from her head.  She has the worst case of helmet head imaginable, with her head feathers going every which way and most of them completely unraveled.  Her body responds stiffly as she tries to step off her perch and she looses balance momentary.  After absently thanking whoever caught her before she fell, she makes her way to the ration locker(the sad excuse for a mess hall) for a bite to eat.
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« Reply #4 on: July 07, 2015, 10:46:20 am »

The small carrier soon had company in the form of a personal traverser ship shaped like a toaster with several thrusters attached. The vehicle quickly docked to the Merdok. Several of the vessel's crew would gather around the sluice system waiting what was this all about.
The gate's light would turn green and the blast doors would open. from it came a women wearing an armoured jumpsuit holding a holographic pad with a rather nonchalant look on her face. Behind her however was two rather burly biglads wearing heavy armour holding onto two large poles.
At the end of the poles was something bizarre and very alien in the form of a vaguely female shaped entomorphic xenos. The creature was tied up with mechanic cuffs all over and had a muzzle on her, with the poles connected mechanically to a collar on her. The creature would be very displeased with her situation tugging on her wardens despite the collar being mounted solely on her throat.
-Come on you damn bug! We have better things to do than haul your ass around. One of the guards would snarl yanking so hard on the pole it caused the creature to end up on the floor making a muffled surprised squeak and angry hiss.
Eventually the three would manage to tug the creature into the Merdok's small brig and shove it behind regular steel bars. The woman would flick a few lights on her holopad and the restrains would disengage. The creature would collapse on the cell's floor as the two wardens would gather the restrains while exchanging quips.
-Pain in the arse. Why don't we just saw its limbs off? One would complain
-Because I'm sure it would just grow it back...
-At least we no longer need to put up with its constant spawning... Than again popping its eggs was amusing...
The first one would use the pole shove the creature back to prone harshly, as it was about to stand up.
-Not while we are here space bitch... With that he would slam the door shut, and would turn around.
But before taking two steps the sound similar of a thin wooden flap being pulled across a sawed, rugged surface could be heard making the two turn around. The was a sound of gagging from the creature followed by a disgusting coughing sound as the xenoid spat a large blob of greenish substance onto the violent guard.
The warden would quickly fell down onto the floor from surprise and would start screaming, trying to get the slime off.
-It got me! It got me! This thing will eat through my armour! He was trashing on the floor a while. After a few seconds however he would stop realizing that the substance had no caustic effects what-so-ever.
-God this thing will make you smell like shit for the rest of the day... -The other guard would pull up its comrade from the floor disgruntled. -Come on you idiot...
While the two left the creature was watching with its now free arms crossed with her long snouted mouth open and her thick green feeler ended tongue mockingly wriggling from it.
-Right than... -The woman would sigh and would turn to a nearby guard of the Merdok -We delivered this cargo as recommended by the brass. Now for the instructions.
She would gesture above the holopad and a few information would appear.
-Meager nutrition only. She gets very "proactive" when she has sufficient nutrients... Same goes for water supply, albeit for different reasons. She gets very creative with various water taps. Do not get too close to her. those claws on her back are sharp enough to cut through lighter armour. We managed to dull it , but she just sharpens it back out. Don't let any of her shenanigan disrupt you or misguide you. Avoid physical damage it... We don't know if that harms her performance or not.
She would leave the holopad next to the cell and would look around the brig.
-Further instruction will be given later... As for now i bid you good luck.
With that the woman would leave the area and return to the personal traverser.
The creature at the same time would stretch her limbs -many of it. Two set of arms a pair of limbs ending in large claws and even the presence of a few film like tho small wings. The creature would swivel its long segmented gaster like a bored cat before it would retire to a corner of its cell while making an sharp inhaling sound. To this, several strange bud like growths around its sexual orifices would begin to extend like tendrils, eventually forming long pheromone pouches. The creature would than begin to nonchalantly manually pleasure itself, while a faint sweet scent begin to propagate.
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« Reply #5 on: July 17, 2015, 07:25:25 am »

The guard would give the tablet a quick glance over before asking a few quick questions of the escort, before she leaves.  "We were told to expect some special assistance.  But they gave us no warning it would be something like this!"; the guard would say to the lady who escorted the "cargo" to their ship.  "We're not really equipped to hold dangerous cargo, other then the weapons storage.  What are we supposed to do with... her?"  The guard glances over to the cell housing the entomorphic creature and his face turns red from embarrassment at seeing what she is starting to do.

The guard would try to shake the embarrassment from his head, to little avail, and can only hope to get a bit more information from the escorts response and what is written on the tablet.

The "brig" only houses two cells for holding those that break the rules of the ship, and right now, the new member of the crew is housed in the larger of the two, which is still a small 9 x 14 room.  Although, it is slightly larger then most of the crews quarters, which might be a bit of a grumble for some of the crew.

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The ration locker, true to its name, is a small room, barely big enough for four people to sit in.  And right now, there are a few more then that getting something to eat.  The food, currently, is little more then dry, bread like wafers, and a protein bar of some type with a flavor that is completely unknown.  Not really the food to keep a crew going full speed for long, but at least it's edible.  Even the edible part is debatable in some cases.

Cynthia waits her turn in line and takes her "food" back to her quarters to eat.  Her quarters might be tiny and cramped, but at least she's be able to eat in some form of peace, ignoring the constant noise of the ship being worked on.
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« Reply #6 on: August 11, 2015, 11:43:21 am »

The creature would deflate and retract her pheromone organs, but at this point the air in the makeshift brig area was nigh unbreathable. Whatever the creature released smelled faintly sweet like grounded petals of some flower or something akin, but as the air became saturated with it, the smell turned from faintly stimulating to throat wrenchingly thick.
In truth the scent was to attract others of her kind from long distances, and sometimes to fend of certain aggressors. But being contained in a small place the substance had nowhere to disperse.
People would begin choking when entering the area and until the place was properly ventilated it would make the area hard to work in without a breathing gear or sort except for the "prisoner"
At this point she already ceased stimulating herself, and her orifice was closed shut behind specialized scales, and she was curled up pretty much sleeping soundly.
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