Star by Star

[Ender]

This is a futuristic RP!

Star by Star...
The year is 2357. Humanity reached the stars far earlier, after discovering the remains of the great city of Atlantis back in 2010. Their technology was easily adaptable to human bodies, easily understandable, as it appeared to be a root form of Latin. Humanity was flying spacecraft crewed by 50 people outside of the solar system by 2025. By 2100 Humanity had faster than light travel, a large space fleet, teleportation technology, replication technology, and was creating alliances…and enemies with other races in the Milky Way galaxy.


Now, there are sentient many races in this galaxy, so very diverse and strange that it boggles the mind. Humanity has always been an arrogant race, so caught up in themselves are their own “superiority” that they angered a few races. In the years between 2100 and 2350, Humanity was involved in no less then 73 wars, and a few joint “peace-keeping” actions with other races, which were, in reality, attempts to control an inferior race and take their planet’s natural resources. In 2350, Humanity entered a war with the Kri [KREE].

The Kri were a humanoid race. Now, before Humanity had reached Mars, the Kri were rapidly being destroyed by a genetic defect that sprung up, that, after reaching the age of 5, began to devour their bodies. The Kri were masters of nanotechnology (tiny, microscopic robots) at this time, and discovered a way to stop their bodies from decaying. They injected their bodies with nano-machines, designed to combat the virus that their heart created and pumped throughout the body. However, these things had some unexpected side effects: Increased strength, reaction time, agility, and increase senses. Their brains also were able to process information faster. However, along with these beneficial effects, another was an intense, uncontrollable dislike for certain sentient races they aren’t used to. Meaning, basically, that they hate any newcomers to the galactic scene. The first newcomers they saw was Humanity, even though Humanity rose to become an “advanced” race centuries after the Kri underwent their transformation. The Kri and Humanity warred on and off for 250 years (2100-2350, which is now called the Kri-Human period, because every sentient race was dragged in somehow). However, the Kri, with their mastery of robotics, developed a weapon. This weapon used magnetic and gravitation fields, and was capable of destroying planets. In 2350, every single Human colony, including Earth itself, was struck by one of these weapons. In a mere month, Humanity was reduced to its “drifters.” Drifters were people like bounty hunters and mercenaries, who had no home except the galaxy itself (think people like Han Solo and Chewie, or Boba Fett, or Lando Calrissian). There were a few scattered remnants of Humanity’s military fleets, but they were small, and soon split apart. Humanity was reduced from a dominant galactic power, with trillions of people, to a race of no more than 25,000.

In the seven years since the Destruction of Humanity, the Kri were viciously assaulted by other species, until they essentially disarmed. They are now guarded by the Galactic Council (think United Nations of the Milky Way), but their hatred of Humanity remains. They hunt down the remnants whenever possible.

Humans really have no political capital in the galaxy. They have no homes, no families, no anything. Every Human in the galaxy has a burning desire for a homeworld, and the sense of community that they once had with their race. Some Humans attempt to organize others, but power struggles and lack of will to survive, combined with depression and the difficulty of hiding from Kri “hunting parties” make most attempts fail. There is still hope, however. If a group of people could earn enough respect of the galaxy, then the other races would protect them from the Kri, and they could rise again. However, no one has achieved this yet. There are a few reasons, but the main one is this: Every planet able to support human life has been colonized. There is no more room. However, there is a rumor, a whisper, of one last hope.


There are stories, purely the stuff of legends and myths, of a planet that moves, and moves faster than light, as fast if not faster than the most advanced starships and spacecraft of 2357. It is said to be even sentient, a life form unto itself. If a Human could find this planet and convince it to allow the Humans to settle, then Humanity would be guaranteed survival.


Now, since Humanity has been cut down to a few solos, maybe small groups of three or so, each has had to develop…special skills. Some have had to discover these skills through their travels, others have had them all their lives.

YOU MAY PICK 2 MAIN CATEGORIES, AND MAY TAKE 3 SUBCATEGORIES FROM THE FIRST (WHICH IS YOUR PRIMARY) AND 2 FROM THE SECOND! SEE MY CHARACTER SHEET AT THE BOTTOM FOR AN EXAMPLE Note: Some subcategories overlap!!!

Social Skills- Main Category
Logic
Persuasion
Charisma (people like you right off, trust you immediately, etc.)

Intellect- Main Category
Fast Calculation (can be used for money, or quick plotting space routes, and such)
Computer Skills
Logic
Quick Reflexes (faster thought processes mean quicker reaction time)

Mechanical- Main Category
Computer Skills
Repair (vessels, robots, etc.)
Sabotage

Merchant- Main Category
Fast Calculation
Persuasion
Charisma
Skillful Eye (Can spot things that are a little fishy or out of place)

Rogue- Main Category
Skillful Eye
Computer Skills
Quick Reflexes
Sabotage
Steal

Combat- Main Category
Skillful Eye
Quick Reflexes
Strategic Planning (use of strategy in all forms)
Martial Skills (hand-to-hand, close combat, ranged weapons, marksmanship)
Vessel Command (skill in commanding fleets or starships, or even flying starfighters or light vessels and such)


NOTE: IF COMBAT IS CHOSEN AS ONE OF THE TWO MAIN CATEGORIES, THEN THAT PLAYER CAN TAKE ONE EXTRA SUBCATEGORY FROM ANY MAIN CATEGORY HE WISHES. IF COMBAT IS NOT CHOSEN AS A MAIN CATEGORY, PLAYER TAKES HIS NORMAL SKILL ALLOTMENT AND ONE SUBCATEGORY FROM COMBAT.


I DO NOT WANT EVERYONE TO SPECIALIZE IN COMBAT. HAVE OTHER SKILLS PLEASE. IF YOU CHOOSE COMBAT AS MAIN AND/OR PRIMARY CATEGORY YOU MUST HAVE MILITARY BACKGROUND, OR HAVE GROWN UP AS BOUNTY HUNTER OR SOME SUCH BACKSTREET THING.

Character Sheet! Note: All Characters are automatically Human! You may not be alien!

Note: This is an INVITE ONLY RP! Only those listed below are invited! This is not in order of my favorites, btw.


I WILL ALSO ALLOW ONE, MAYBE TWO WILD CARD SLOTS! If you want to volunteer for the Wild Card slot, post in this thread your character and stuff. Then I will choose from that group. It will be based off previous RP experience and the quality of your character post, and adherence to my rules. Thank you.
Subjukator
Protosschick99
Blackhawk
Geno
Werewolf91
WhiteKnight


Name:
Gender:
Age:
Alignment: (Whether you tend to “Good” or “Evil” methods and traits, etc. Also where you put your opinion on the return of Humanity)
Skills: Main Category: Subcategory Subcategory Subcategory Main Category: Subcategory Subcategory EXTRA MAIN/SUBCATEGORY (Depending on the Combat rule)
Equipment:
Description: (Physical, personality, etc.)
Bio:
Current Occupation:

NOTE: Please have a little diversity in you skill choices. I do not want mirrors of others; I don’t want a lot of combat specialists. Use special skills, like persuasion and such. Be creative, unique, and set a challenge for yourself. Be a politician attempting to gain alien support. Be a merchant or middleman. Be SOMETHING. Too many RPs are pure fighting, hack and slash your way through the opposition. There should be riddles and side-quests to solve on the way to the big one. HINT FOR WILD CARDERS: If there are two “equal people” in posting/roleplaying quality and such, and one is combat, the other non-combat, I will choose the no-combat. Please keep this in mind!



Three more things: The currency for this RP is credits.
The Kri homeworld is called Kri (lol)
Galactic Council is on the Planet Unity, in the center of the galaxy


NOTE: THERE IS STAR WARS-LIKE TECHNOLOGY, AS FAR AS SPACE VESSELS AND TRAVEL SPEED AND SUCH. NO LIGHTSABERS OR ANY OTHER JEDI-LIKE THINGS.


NOTE: NOTICE HOW I DIDN’T SPECIFY NAMES OF MANY PLANETS OR CITIES OR SUCH. NOR DID I SPECIFY TECHNOLOGY. I WANT THIS RP TO BE VERY LOOSE AND PLAYER CONTROLLED, WITH NOT MUCH GMING REQUIRED OF ME.

KEEP IN MIND, THAT WITH FREEDOM COMES RESPONSIBILITY. I WILL CRACK DOWN HEAVILY ON GOD-MODDING AND IMBALANCES, UNREALISTIC CHARACTERS, AND RIDICULOUS TECHONOLOGY.

With that said…LET THE SEARCH FOR THE PLANET BEGIN!

My Character!

Name: Colonel Aaron Hawkins (often call Col. Hawkins, mostly just Hawkins. Only close friends dare to call him Aaron)
Gender:Male
Age:28
Alignment: Good, Desires a return to Humanity
Skills: Combat: Strategic Planning, Combat Skills, Vessel Command Social Skills: Persuasion, Charisma Intellect: Logic
Equipment/Ship: Laser Rifle(not carried at all times like the following), Dual Blaster Pistols, Dual Short Swords, Defiant, 9th Human Fleet
Description: 6' tanned, brown hair/eyes about 200 pounds, powerfully built, attractive
Bio: Hawkins lied about his age and joined the Fleet at 16. He wanted to join the fighter wings of the Fleet, but his eyesight was just below standards, and there was no way to correct it. Hawkins was shunted sideways into Fleet command. He was a starship weapons officer, and worked his way up through the ranks. He also had a knack for strategy, and helped plan out a couple of battles/engagements with Kri forces, and all of these that he worked with victories for Humanity. He served with distinction in fighting the Kri. He was given command of his own vessel, the Defiant, a light cruiser with a crew of 150. It was one of the most advanced starships ever created, and he was perfect for command of that type of vessel. Under his command, the Defiant and her crew cut swaths through enemy ranks, destroying more enemy ships then any other two vessels, and Hawkins achieved the rank of Colonel at the age of 27…well, 29 in the Fleet’s books, which was still unprecedented. He gained fame among his fleet, with a great deal of respect from the men. It was that same year when the Destruction of Humanity occurred. He staged a mutiny of sorts, as the current Fleet Commander was a weak commander and leader, and not much of a fighter (got to that position through administrative skills.) That was Fleet Commander Admiral Brett Anderson. Anderson gladly stepped down, but offered his administrative skills to Hawkins, who gladly accepted his help. Hawkins now is trying to find a homeworld for Humanity to build from.
Current Occupation: Fleet Commander, highest-ranking Human

[Whiteknight]

Hmm... this story could be easily modded from "Escape Velocity" into a great story. If you don't know what I'm talking about, get a Mac anc check out one sweet game.

Alrighty, I'll make my character soon.

Kri, Kri... Sounds quite familiar. Oh well.

[Ender]

Lol...I can tell you one thing, any similarities to anything else are purely accidental. All this shit just popped out of my head one day, and I was like "HOLY SHIT! THIS COULD BE A TIGHT RP!"

So I wrote it.

[Maegtelluma]

I think i'm going to try out for the "wild card" spots, i was really drawn into that story. I can't write out a character description tonight, finals, when do you plan to pick/start?

By the way i won't take any offense for not being chosen, as i have very little practical RP experience. But with a setting like that i'd be a fool not to try.

[Ender]

I forgot something! If you are going for a Wild Card Slot, please list RPs you have participated in here on Warboards, or on Blizzforums. Also list any skills and traits you might bring to this RP!

I'll be picking probably friday-saturday-sunday of next week. (I'm going on vacation in D.C.!) That gives you a lot of time to put together a kick ass character and your "resume" I guess lol.

[Vhaeraun]

I would like to try out for a wild card spot.

Here is my character:

Name: Nathan "The Snake" Johnston
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Alignment: Good, would like to help the return of humanity
Skills: Rogue: Sabotage; Computer Skills; Quick Reflexes Combat: Skillful Eyes; Strategic Planning Social Skills: Charisma
Equipment: Any weapon he can find; normally carries a laser pistol, a matching pair of katanas (you can see a picture of them here: http://store6.yimg.com/I/defenser_1792_8935769), & any ship he can get (normally a Seeker Class Explorer)
Description: 6' 7" tall, about 150 pounds, dark blonde hair, & blue eyes.
Bio: Nathan was raised in the human military. his father was a high ranking official in the army. But when the Kri destroyed Earth, Nathan's father died as well. That was 10 years ago. Now, Nathan works as a mercenary, taking any job he can. He started along the path of thief because it's the only way he could live without being found. He wants to be a part of the human crew that restores humanity, but he feels that he will fall somewhere along that road. He is like a futuristic Robin Hood, taking weapons & ships & money from the rich to help his friends. Using the money his friends give back to him, he is attempting to build a fleet. He would be willing to help any fellow human he encounters.
Current Occupation: Mercenary/Thief

[Maegtelluma]

Edit: with the time gained i'm going to develop my character more. I'll try to have it up tomorrow.

And since the last thing I want is to look like i copied someone, i'm going to post my skills now.

Merchant: Persuasion, Charisma, Skillful Eye
Intellect: Computer Skills, Quick reflexes
Combat: (The extra one skill? Tell me if i did this right pls) Strategic Planning

[Dark_Soul74]

Sign me up for teh wildcard! :smirk:

Name: Haru
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - Wishes humanity to be back, if only for survival
Skills: Social Skills(Charisma, Logic), Intellect(Quick Reflexes, Fast Calculations, Computer Skills)
Equipment: Pocket computer which can tap into foreign systems, handheld energy shield projector, laser pistol with rifle, stun, and electrical blast settings, and a special suit that absorbs certain types of weapons fire(to a limited capacity)
Description: 5'6", slim build, special optical infrared lenses that make his eyes red, and dark brown hair/eyes naturally.
Bio: Born safely away from the Kri conflicts on a foreign planet, Haru was raised unaware of the destruction of Humanity. He sooned learned of this dark secret when he set out to make his own as a mercenary, using his diplomatic and computer skills to access alien data as a spy for various entities. Never truly knowing Humanity, he cared little about it until his family on his home planet was destroyed by Kri raiders, who had ignored Council rulings. From that moment on, he swore vengeance against the Kri, his hatred for them burning with the same intensity he had for his family. He joined several movements to reform the human race, most meeting with disaster, the parties being destroyed, himself barely escaping with his life. He has recently been scraping up as many jobs as he can that are of relation to the fabled planet which may be his last resort, as well as weapons that would be strong enough to counter Kri parties.
Current Occupation: Mercenary

Other RP's: Medieval RPG(Introduced NPC which I control), Eden.(Ignore my crappy submission to Medivh, was sleepy), and PvR.

[Valjean]

I R TEH INVITED

Name: Turdann "Intel" Razari
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Alignment: True Neutral
Skills:

1.) Social Skills: Logic, Persuasion, Charisma

2.) Merchant: Skillful Eye, Fast Calculation

Equipment: Low Range Personal Teleportarion Device ((LRPTD) Teleports Intel where ever he wants within a very small range, about 1 - 3 yards.), "True Sight" Visor with Breathing Attachment (Allows Intel to see in Infra Red, Ultra Violet, X-Ray, Thermo, and other various settings and can be used to anallize things in sight range and to breathe in Gas), Minor Defencive Plasma Rifle, Stealth Gas Canisters (releases a gas that leaves no sent and isn't visible to the human eye (unless a visor is used) and puts anyone that inhales the gas in a deep sleep and weakens the person's immune system), Titanium Alloy Cables (used for climbing and such)
Description: A somewhat skinny man with a little bit of musclar definition, he's trained himself to be stealthy and fast to do his job well, to gather information and give it to the highest bidder. About 150 lbs. and 6' 2" with a crucut (sp?). Usualy wears a black jump suit and a utility belt that has Stealth Gas Canisters and a Minor Defencive Plasma Rifle holder at his right side, wrapped up Titanium Alloy Cables at his left side, and his LRPTD on the front of his belt.
Bio: He grew up along with various people, keeping to himself, slowly getting into the habit of gaining valuable information and then started selling it to the highest bidder. With his slowly gained credits, he bought the proper equipment to gather more information and got better at what he did. He very rarely takes orders from others, deciding to gain information and then telling it to the highest bidder, getting more credits to run his operation.
Current Occupation: Information Gatherer

[Geno]

Name: Larry Meyers [LAR' - ry MIE' - ers], but more commonly known as 'Geno' [GEE' - no] either are acceptable, but usually, in public, it's 'Larry.' More of the outer rim and other galaxies know him as 'Geno.'

Side note: (Yes, I'm going to play myself, and the character in outer space that I always wanted to be...)

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Alignment: More of a neutral person in the galaxy. He has spent his time on his own, fighting off bands of enemies that come for him. Obviously, one of the best fighters in the galaxy, he has perfected the art of the electric dart. Amazingly, though, he has won no contests. He wouldn't mind living on a planet, but as it is, he loves the challenge of the galaxy.

Skills: (Basically, think up a fast person. Very quick thinking, light on his feet, and smooth talking... ;))
Intellect: fast calculation, logic, quick reflexes.
Social Skills: persuasion, charisma.

Equipment: He carries around all of the time his intergalactical holo-card. It's basically an all purpose card for anything he needs. ID, bank account, also, it can be programmed with a scan into it, so that it can unlock doors. It can be rescanned for different doors, but only one code may be on the card at once. Next, he has a small case on his belt. He can push a button on it, and it automatically produces an electric dart that comes out (Picture will follow, that will be poorly drawn, I might add...). They will be explained in greater detail later. Finally, he doesn't always have it, but a lot of the time, he will be seen with his extention pole. Very sturdy. Often used for propping things up, but can be used as a weapon in dire need. Will be explained later.

Description: Face: Hmmm... How to explain... Basically, a young man. Nothing protruding. Some girls think he's cute, some think he's ugly. Just another common face. Brown eyes, brown hair that is about two inches long, usually slightly spiked. No facial hair usually, unless he hasn't shaved for a few days. Moving down, he has little muscle, but don't let it fool you. He works out every week, and makes sure he's in good shape. His legs are his best feature, however. Very large, all muscle. After years of running, it caught up to him, but in a good way. Immense power is stored in his legs, and they are deadly enough to kick a nice dent in metal. The only problem... He'd probably break his leg... o.O

Bio: Born into a sheltered family. They were murdered when he was 14. He hid away in a crate, trying to keep away from the invaders. He doesn't know if it were human or Kri that did it, but he does know one thing... He likes to play 'Run away.' Ever since then, he learned how to manage on his own, and live well. Life has been a game to him, and to this day, it's no different. Five years after he went on his own, he met a nice woman also similar, except with one parent living. He loved this young woman, and was going to marry her. During the wedding, Kri bounced in, and tried to kill everyone. No careful planning was made to ensure safety for anyone. 84 people at the wedding died of the 122 that showed up. The bride was a casualty. However, Larry wasn't. He vowed revenge against the Kri for that. Her name has been lost to him, since he is so blinded with hate towards Kri. He doesn't hate all of them, though. If they don't threaten him, he doesn't worry. But if you make a threat, your head won't be there anymore. To this date, the number of Kri he's killed numbers in the 600's, and none of them have even hurt Larry very much. Some have come close to gaining the upper hand, but with his fast thinking and reflexes, few have gotten far with him.

Current Occupation: Loaner. He's been alone ever since that day when his bride to be was murdered. He swore that day not to endanger another human again. He has a newfound respect for women. He treats them as equals, and understands a lot of the pain they go through. If he makes a promice to one, he will keep it, no matter how high the cost. Even if it means sacrificing his own life.

Weapon pictures will be edited in shortly. Thanks much!

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

--Edit-- Pictures too big... It'll be a while. If anyone knows where I can throw this 194KB file for now, tell me. It's basic, but it shows the darts to the best of my ability. Do know, they will look better in real life than they would in this three color paint... x.x --End edit--

[Black.Ice]

Ahem. I am "applying" for a wild card position.

Current RP's: Umm..

Seal's RP: Legacy of the City of Clouds - Part 1
Seal's RP: Legacy of the City of Clouds - Part 2
EDIT: 6-15-04: Devastated City


Please dont judge me by those, as my writing wasn't up to it's best.

I am relatively new to forum RP'ing. Warboards being my first. I was more of a PbEM person (PLay By E-Mail). I have been RP'ing for several years now, and I feel that my writing skills are decent enough. I tend to drag on a little bit, and my posts can get long when there's a good plot going, but I tend to think of this as an advantage. The one problem that I have is that I usually take a long time to post in an RP, as I like to get character development. You will not see me posting wtih one paragraph posts. Other than that, read my Bio, and decide for yourself EW.
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Name: David Underwood
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Alignment: David was raised in a tight-knit large family. His family was well off, and he was proud of his parents establishing a reputable business. It was expanding, and growing - and he was given a lot of responsibilty. This led David to become a person, with honest morals and a fair judge.

Later in his life, while going from planet to planet, he began to see the "real world",. This opened his eyes, and made him do somethings which were sometimes cruel, and unfair. While he acts mostly good, when put under extreme circumstances and pressure, he will sometimes act bad.
Skills:
Intellect: Fast Calculation, Logic, Quick Reflexes
Merchant: Persuasion, Charisma.
Extra from Combat: Vessel Command

Equipment: Before the destruction of his homeworld, David was a light traveller. Now, he is seen with a small laser handgun. While he is no expert in fighting, he still has the knowledge and know-how of how to use a gun and protect himself.
He wears a silver chained necklace/choker which was passed down to him from his Father, before his death on his homeworld.

Personality Description: David has a friendly personality. He developed this from helping his parents out with their business. He talked with many people, and has an open mind about the various races. He has developed a toned body from working long hours in warehouses, but it doesn't show on the loose clothing he wears.

He makes friends easily, and gets along well with others. He has a friendly face, and tries not to hold any grudges or hatred / racisim towards any of the races, even the Kri.

After the destruction of the human race, he has become withdrawn and semi-quiet, and his hatred has built for the Kri. He knows, that one day the Humans will have their revenge.

Physical Description: Long brown hair, and 5' 11". A triangular face, with a sharp chin. A person that many people look at, and sense trust. His eyes are a deep and dark brown, and the recent stress and deaths of his family have formed small bags underneath his eyes.

Biography: David worked with his parents. His earliest memories are working in the store, dealing with customers, and talking with people. With this, he developed several skills, and had a natural charisma to him. He was a friendly person, and people got well with him. When customers came to him with problems, he would always find an amicable solution - and in the end, everyone would end up being happy.

He worked in his parents store for the majority of his childhood days, as public schooling was not required on his homeworld. Although he had no formal education in his childhood, his parents were strict, and taught him a lot.

Being the oldest of his siblings, he began to take more initiative in the business as his parents were aging. At the young age of sixteen, David was able to command a small personal freighter, and went to various planets and colonies picking up supplies for his family's expanding business.

While on these interplanetary runs, he would be gone for weeks at times, and became self-sufficient. He learned how to get along with others, and how to get a good deal, when necessary. He had been through several "rough" areas of the planetary system, and had already talked his way out of several skirmishes and fights.

The location of his homeworld was in a relatively peaceful area - well away from the frontlines of the Kri battlefield. None the less, open space was still a dangerous place.

David made several of these runs in a short amount of time. He didn't mind the loneliness of interstellar travel - he enjoyed the quiet times to ponder life, and organize himself.

The years passed by, and David had learned how to command his ship very well. He was a decent pilot, without much formal training. He had been contacted by the military, but he kindly refused the recruiters. He did not want to be part of the Military, or any active duty. David just wanted a peaceful life with his family on his homeworld. He wanted to take care of his aging parents, settle down, and live a life.

All of that changed while David was out on his bimonthy run. He was far away from his homeplanet, visiting the home planet of the Zunakafe, a quiet humanoid race with superior technology for gadgets.

The Zunakafe were a peaceful race, and had a treaty with almost all of the other races in the galaxy - even the Kri.

It was there David heard about the sudden attack by the Kri. David remembers the day vividly. There was a solemn atmosphere, even the Zunakafe knew that this would be a day to remember.

It took David a moment to realize the extent of damage done. An entire race had been wiped out. An entire race had been killed. His race had been killed. For all he knew, he was the only human survivor.

It was then, that the horror washed over him. Trillions of lives vanished, and gone in an instant. He felt sick. He felt scared. He felt nothing. He felt an emptiness.

Time, eventually passed by. David learned that 25,000 humans remained. A small number. That number was slowly shrinking as the Kri began to hunt down the remaining humans.

A rage within David was born. How could anyone, or any race be capable of such a horrendous act?

David felt the rage of his family being destroyed and killed. He felt the sadness of it all. He didn't want to live. He didn't want to exist. And more importantly, he didn't know what to do.

He spent years, wondering around, getting small jobs here and there to make money. He knew that the humans must reunite, or they were eventually going to become extinct.

David hadn't heard of any organiztion or groups of humans remainings. Over time, he began to hear about the remnant forces of Humans, and a visionary leader. This leader was the only human leader left in the galaxy. David, as a remaining human, was obliged to help and join him in any way he could. Seven years had passed since the destruction, and David now felt a calling; he knew something good was going to happen.

With that, David flew out not knowing where to go, only hoping to rejoin the remaining humans and help them in any way that he could.

Current Occupation: Freelance freighter pilot. He wants to remain in the shadows, and has been only able to get jobs hauling around illegal and embargoed goods.
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[OnyxDragonfly]

I haven't done many Forum RPGs.. but here goes my list of everything!
FORUM: Mini RP1, Underwater
AIM: Six years of on and off role playing random games with my friends (Jeff [DreamOfTime], Molly [Shinjo Kisaki], Kenzie [not sure SN now], Jessie [Jessie2289])
CHAT: Wolfhome, Cool Chat (ages ago, doesn't exist anymore), SMU (Sailor Moon Universe, site still up but chat and board closed)

Name: Muyo [Moo-yoh] (Honor)
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Alignment: Generally good, disapproves of both Kri and Humanity but supports the resurrection of the human race
Skills: MECHANICAL: Computer Skills, Repair, Sabotage. INTELLECT: Logic, Fast Calculation
Equipment: Stun gun, knife, bag of tools containing: Screwdrivers, extendable crowbar, a small device used to deliver electronic shocks, hammer, pliers, wire cutters, tweezers, several pens, ruler, pencil, booklets on random electronic processes, standard wrenches, lug nuts, ect.
Description: 4'5" tall, darker skin that could hint at an asian background - but asia doesn't exist anymore. Loose black hair that seems perpetually coated in grease and oil donns the top of her head. She wears a forest green shirt with grease stains on it, the bag containing her tools - tan - slung over one shoulder. Her stun gun is attached to a black belt, never far from her side. She wears ripped jeans, the bottom half hidden in a pair of black boots along with her knife. Muyo is a practical joker, trying to make everyone see the lighter side of things. She rarely voices her opinion or, for that matter, raises her voice. She's content to be a follower. Her passion is working on machines, preferring to leave piloting and gunning to someone else - though she's a wonderful tactician. Her bright blue eyes seem to always laugh, and if Muyo seems serious - something is most definately wrong.
Bio: Muyo was 17 when Earth was destroyed. She'd just achieved a job as a mechanic for Drifter Colony Dedra VI, a floating space station. Once she learned of Earth's demise she settled down on a nearby planet (to be decided which one this is to make easier character interaction), nervous that the space station was an easy target. She hid among the alien folk and became a sort of work grunt, used for lifting and such. In her spare time she'd construct small robots out of spare parts and used them to help her in her work. Homesickness has gripped her, however, and she yearns to get off of an alien world and back with her own kind.
Current Occupation: Mechanic and laborer for a vehicle service station.

Quote: "There's no real difference between Machines and Humans.. both have easily exploitable flaws.. I just can't get at yours with a screwdriver."

[Ender]

A note: Many of you are ignoring the extra third skill. Don't get me wrong, that is totally fine, and bravo for those of you where it is intentional. Just hoping you don't forget.

[Geno]

*Nods* I don't want it, personally. I wanted a challenge for this. I'm going to play myself to the best of my ability. Very intelligent, and serious. That's actually a challenge for me, because now I have to act like me. So any choice I make, I have to think 'What would I do...?', so now, no matter what happens, even if I don't want to make a choice like it, I have to, you know? It's challenging believe it or not... ;)

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

[Black.Ice]

Okay, after a series of updates, my bio (above) is done. If you reread a few hours ago, there have been a few changes... And it makes more sense.

Should I change my traits? Geno ended up picking something similar to me. :(

[Whiteknight]

Oi! Well then...

Sorry for not posting my character, I was doing a lot of things (I just leave my computer on and forget to close windows, so it looks like I'm always on). Now it's too late to do a good one. Ah well.

I'll try to make a new one tomorrow, but I might not be able to until late, as it is my brother's birthday (Well... celebrating his birthday) and we are going out to the city for a while. So expect my character either at 11am or at around 10 or 11 pm (-7GMT). Sorry for making you wait, Ender.

EDIT: Urg... one week left of classes and final exams, then one week of achievment exams after that. Things might get hectic, but I'll make sure I can post here at least once every second day. Two weeks until freedom...

[Valjean]

If anyone knows where I can throw this 194KB file for now, tell me.
http://upload.apotheosis.tv/

[Black.Ice]

EDIT: Urg... one week left of classes and final exams, then one week of achievment exams after that. Things might get hectic, but I'll make sure I can post here at least once every second day. Two weeks until freedom... Good luck w/ everything. I love being done w/ school. Starting college this fall.

Also, when do you think you'll have the final say on the wildcards? If my brain is functioning correctly, I think you stated next week after you come back from your vacation, or do you think it's going to be before that?

Just wondering.

EDIT
Read, before you write black.ice...


I'll be picking probably friday-saturday-sunday of next week. (I'm going on vacation in D.C.!) That gives you a lot of time to put together a kick ass character and your "resume" I guess lol.
How come you always find the answer after you post?

[Geno]

Ah, thankies much to Werewolf... Here we are...

http://apotheosis.tv/files/belt and dart.bmp

Let's see if it works... That's the best I can do o.O

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

[Black.Ice]

Cool weapon. Did you come up with that on your own, or did you see it somewhere and are just adapting the idea?

Oh, btw, you could've just saved it as a *.gif or *.jpg. File size would've been much smaller.

[Windwalker]

Question Do i have to be human?

Name: Imaral Ishtor
Gender: Male
Race: Centaurans
Home Planet: Centauris Prime
Tech level: Advanced
Age: 50
Alignment: He believes what the Kri did was utterly wrong and should never had been allowed to happen, he believes that one of these years or maybe days that a human shall arise to reunited the human race. He supports the Human race and now activelly fights the council for helping the Humans. Partially to the Galactic Council.
Skills:
Main 1: merchant
Sub 1: Charisma
Sub 2: Skillful Eye
Main 2: Mechanical
Sub 1: Computer Skills
Sub 2: Repair
Main/Sub extra: Vessel Command
Equipment: Laser pistol x2 ( one is hidden under his clothes), Hope (a ship)
Description: 7' tall, Red hair/eyes about 200 pounds, medium built, many people takes him as a joke. (think vulcan)
Bio: Imaral was the youngest of 4 older siblings. This of course means that he had to better than those before him. He had a long and diffucult road ahead of him, His 2 older brothers where High Ranked Offical within the goverment, His 2 sisters where scientists and doctors. He recieved the top grades within his classes and was marked a genius.

At the age of 16 his race gave him of choice of what he could join and could not. He dediced to take his place in the Miltary as his father had done. He quickly rose through the ranks and was established as one of the greatest taticatians of the Imperial Miltary. At the age of 21 he was given control of the 4th Imperial Fleet, his ship was called the Ilmas, a hybrid of human and Imperial Technology.

Then suddenly war had broken out again with the Kri and the Humans. The Imperial Goverment had close ties with both empires. But the humans it seemed had the advantange and were a much closer and benifical ally to them. He had many close friend among the goverment of human and imperial forces. He had great respect for Colonel Aaron Hawkins of the human fleet. He had fought with him at critical engagment with the enemy.

After the Kri had destroyed the humans worlds, he felt sorry for the humans. The Galactic Council was formed during the aftermath of the Human World destruction.
Most of Galactic Council had turned on the Kri and destroyed them utterly.But many years after the Galactic council had loosen its hold on the Kri.

Most of the Galactic Council had scrapped most there fleet and all personal left was shunt to Galactic Council Fleet. The 4th fleet was scrapped and having no use for Imaral they transferred him into a much older vessel. This vessel is called Hope, a light cruiser with heavy weapons.

Imaral now spends his time running mission for the Council, "trying" to protect the remaining fleets of the once glorious human empire, and also making money off the black market. He also acts as leison to human-Galactic Council relations.
Current Occupation: Commands the Vessel hope, and illegal runs smuggling rings.

What I can Bring to this beatuful Rp: Imagination, Sci-fi ideas, and other things needed.

Previous RPs: Bf politcs at Blizzforums, and Star wars clone wars here.

Any other question please pm me

[Geno]

Cool weapon. Did you come up with that on your own, or did you see it somewhere and are just adapting the idea?

Oh, btw, you could've just saved it as a *.gif or *.jpg. File size would've been much smaller.

My bad, forgot to save it as that, but it was in paint... Stupid file thingy... But yea, that was off the top of my head. That's a rough sketch of it. Of course, it will be a little more detailed if you actually saw it... o.O

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. The extention pole.. Just realized I forgot a pic of that... Well, to explain it to the best of my ability, it's a small stick, about the length of a common household spoon, and when griped tightly, it can extend to about 8 feet in length max. Usually, though, to control how far it goes, you use your mind. Seriously. It's hard to explain how it works here, but in that day and age, it somehow reads reflexes, mind readings, etc. Somehow, from the way you are holding it, the staff 'knows' how far to extend. Maybe there would be a logical explination, but there isn't. Basically, I can make it one foot, I can make it eight. It just depends, you know?

[Nostradamus]

Wildcard
Current RPs: Eden, Laranors Quest, Shadowrun, The Good Old Ages.
What I can bring to this RP: Fresh meat, a different character to anyone else.

Name: Telcis Mullahand
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Alignment: Neutral. Dosn't care about anyone else
Skills:
Main Category:
Intellect- Main Category
Computer Skills
Logic
Quick Reflexes (faster thought processes mean quicker reaction time)

Merchant- Main Category
Persuasion
Skillful Eye (Can spot things that are a little fishy or out of place)
Equipment: Sniper Rifle, Stolen Ship, Wits.
Description: Telcis is 6 foot tall and has brown spikey hair.He has a long black leather coat with a collar that sticks up to the top of his head, black sunglasses, black trousers, and black boots.
Bio: Raised as a theif Telcis has had many prices put on his head. He steals what he can and trusts no one because no one trusts him. He has used his ship to travel from planet to planet avoiding the legion of bounty hunters that are after him.
Current Occupation: Fugitive.

OOC: Sorry if this seems a bit rushed because I have exams this week and I am finding it very hard to get time for WB

[Subjukator]

Name: Johnny Pith
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Alignment: Neutral, Didn't care never did for Humanity
Skills: Combat: Martial Skills, Vessel Command, Quick Reflexes
Merchant: Skillful Eye, Fast Calculation
Mechanical: Repair
Description: Experienced, trained and grizzled, Johnny is self-sufficient and values his own hide above all else. Well, maybe just his Zeltar-manufactured starship: Stinger. Average Human proportions. He's handsome enough with short, slightly curly black hair about an inch long but his coarse humor and sometimes insensitive nature usually don't turn on women.
Bio: Just 22 when Humanity was destroyed, Johnny was already a drifter through space so it didn't really effect him that much. Just that a lot of customer's assets had suddenly become liquidated meaning new consumer bases had to be made elsewhere. More work for Johnny. Sigh. He's worked very hard to become who he is now and has gained a reputation in the far-flung corners of the Galaxy as a frustating individual who won't die. Bounties placed on his head have never been collected and the ones who place them always end up dead. He has no family, no friends, only his business associates. His one dream is to end up rich and buy whatever his needs desire. But for now he must be content to lug his cargo around systems, dodging the Galactic Police force and collect payment where due.
Current Occupation: Smuggler
Current Position: Sector 65 of 66 in the known Galaxy; Holster System; Sixth Planet of Exor from red giant star
Main Product: Raw minerals from low-lying mountains
Wealth: Poor
Technologic Standing: Initiate planet
Stinger's Position: High orbit around Exor's North Pole

[Seal]

i'd like to join this one, even though i may just give this up.. or maybe not, depending on the level of interest between me and this story. contact if you'd like me to join in this, because I'm not that keen in thinking hard to create a char, which may not be used at all.

well, I've been in several RPs, but lack of time (mostly because I had to read half the thread to get how the story went since last time I was around.. and also usually just because some people had posted like five times during the time I slept.) caused me to abandon.. but, if the importance of the RP is high, i shall continue it ;)

now, the RPs I've been in... at least some of them. joined many when i was newbieing on the forum rp thingy, but nowadays keeping with just some...

the only ones that matter: my 2 rps. :P
others.. don't really remember right now. participared in several, but abandoded them. it may be a downside, or I think it should.

and, I'm not going to have any major feelings if I'm not allowed in, but sure I'd be happy if you'd allow me in.

think it.

seal

[BlackHawk]

Invited

(OOC: Well, done exams so I'm here as I promised Ender, btw love the story :). Also when does this take place?).

Name: Jedlon [Jed-lawn]
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Alignment: Slightly 'Evil' (relativelty neutral just a bit more towards the 'evil' side on the spectrum). Jedlon believes a Human return would be fabulous, especially if he could find a way to make some credits off of it.

Skills: Merchant: Persuasion, Skillful Eye, Charisma; Intellect: Computer Skills, Quick Reflexes; Extra Combat: Martial Skills.

Equipment: Jedlon carries a blaster pistol that he has modified to have a secondary option of burst fire (shoots 3 shots per pull of trigger), Raker (a short sword-esque weapon that the Kri use, it directly translates to "Striker", it's tipped with poison that will begin to burn your insides a half an hour (Earth time) after contact). He also carries many maps and such of the universe in his jacket.

Description: Jedlon is 5'11", modestly built and weighs approx. 140 pounds. He is always plotting and planning and immediatly looks for people's faults when he meets them so he might be able to exploit them later on, however he is always very nice to people so as to gain their trust.

Bio: Jedlon has been brought up in the fall of the Humans having only learned of the history through people he has met along the way and many books. Jedlon has a very big fascination with history and was very keen to learn about his races demise and therefore he was taken in at the age of 17, 10 years ago, by Crystil [Cri-still]. She was a fellow human being that had landed on Trelance in the year 2349 just before the human demise. She was very beautiful and was also very smart, one of the smartest humans in a long time and she was fascinated with history and the study of politics, social life, etc. of all eras. After the demise of the humans the other species on Trelance did not bother her much, some sheltered her and helped her through the rough times but she also learned of the mistakes of humanity and vowed to teach another about them. Hence she brought in Jedlon to be her student and to learn what she knew and to be her friend.

Jedlon still lives on Trelance with her, but he does plenty of travelling, carefully avoiding the Kri hunting parties, to find more information about the universe. He has also been and fought in many wars, which is where he got the Raker from. Currently he and Crystil are trying to find out more on this rumoured planet.

Current Occupation: Currently Jedlon is a merchant, but is a self-declared historian.

[Valjean]

Also when does this take place?
The year is 2357.
Hmmm...;)

[Black.Ice]

Hmmm...;)
I was gonig to write that, but I refrained.

Also, if you mean in terms of "how long it's is after the 'demise' of Earth", I think it's seven years.

I need to change my character to reflect that.

[Maegtelluma]

Ok, here it is. I might make some changes, so be sure to re-read right when you're going to make your decision :). No hard feelings if i'm not in, but it would be cool :d

Name: Ranis Skelrade
Gender: Male


Age: 33


Alignment: Good. Has a strong desire to help restore humanity


Skills: Merchant: Persuasion, Charisma, Skillful Eye, Intellect: Quick reflexes, Computer skills. Extra: Strategic Planning


Equipment/Ship: Although Ranis lost all of his material wealth, he has an excellent reputation with various galactic corporations. He has been able to borrow a large deep space transport, which is in poor repair, but is able to safely transport him and any other survivors he can find.


Description: At about six feet in height, Ranis is an imposing figure. At about 170 lbs, he has a medium build, and is very much athletic. He has an uncanny ability to seem trustworthy and nice in one minute, yet powerful and menacing the next. He has a light temper, and he rarely shows emotions to the public. He is of German ancestry, although it has no effect on his accent. Ranis sports jet black hair which is usually slicked back. His eye color is masked by dark sunglasses.



Bio: A born leader, Ranis' parents were failures at life: no money, living in a run down apartment and living off church funds which they guzzled away on drugs. Ranis was horrified at the life that they were living, and was determined to be successful. He worked hard, and entered the corporate world at 18. He had a large corporate empire on Earth. By 24 he was the owner of a massive galactic shipping company, and was one of the most powerful men the Earth had seen in some time. He had a beautiful wife and they shared a perfect bond as not only husband and wife, but partners in business. When the Kri struck Earth, Skelrade lost everything he had worked so hard for. His wife was missing and his empire ruined, Skelrade is now out only to find his wife, and to try and get back at the evil that ruined him.



Current Occupation: Works for himself, buying and selling whatever he can find. He is currently trying to meet up with a larger band of survivors that he has heard rumors of, apparently members of the Human Fleet who were on mission at the time of the attack.

Edit: whoa...something weird happened with my spacing....
Edit: now its all bolded. I'm never copy/pasteing stuff like this from Word again....

[Sperate]

Name: Gend "Void" Marko

Gender: Male

Age: Aged enough

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, humanity can do what it jolly well pleases, though it would probally be better off dead.

Skills: Rouge: Quick Reflexes, Sabotage, Steal. Intellect: Fast Calculation, Logic. Combat: Martial Skills.

Equipment/Ship: Hands, legs, head. Modified X-2 "Kemo" semi-automatic long-range radiation rifle. Two modified FG 567 "F'nokker" semi-automatic "black" las-cap pistols. Modified CK-CK3 "Xaviour" automatic assualt "white" lasrifle. Ship is a small phase-crusier retro-fitted with a fission reactor, in the shape of a cube. Has 8 sets of 3 "white" lasturrets, as well as 2 EMP launchers. Fastest speed: 3/5ths light speed. Phase-lengths: 5. Phase time: 1 minute charge, 20 minute stay, 2 minute discharge.

Description: A tall, very thin man, with black hair and very dark skin. He has long arms and legs, with calloused hands. His face is sharp and angular, with many brusies and scars on it and the rest of his body. His eyes are totaly black, with no white or iris visible.

Bio: Born who knows where and where, Gend grew up in a small ship coasting the edge of the Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy, far from Earth. Apathetic from birth, he was looked upon as a extremly nice and polite child, with a good head. He grew to disgust the human race when accessing records of Earth's past. When he was old enough, he began combat training - in bars. His reflexes were unusally quick, and his moves had a logic to them that knocked most drunken brawlers off balence. After some time, he had worked up enough money through bets and stealing money to buy himself a small ship, in which he left where he had been living. His mind was amazingly fast, and he was attuned to how and why people make decisions. He could calculate the effects an attack would have on a person and what they would do. As he moved on, betting and stealing, losing sometimes when an opponent outsmarted him, or he made a mistake, he learned how to sabatoge many things, and hired himself out for this skill. Eventually he got a small, personal phase-crusier, and modded it out. Now today, he is drifting from place to place, hoping to make enough cash to by a speed-pod and shift himself out of this universe entirely.

Current Occupation: Illegal odd-jober/mercenary for hire.

[OnyxDragonfly]

I'm leaving for Florida this friday for a week.. so if I get in I leave my Char to Geno :) Though I doubt I'll get in.. everyone else applying seems so awesome! Anyway... luck to you all!

[Vhaeraun]

OOC: have fun!

[Ender]

Well, we cut our vacation short everyone, so here is the deal.

Hyljie, I thought you were off line for awhile, which is why you did not get an invite. COnsider yourself invited. I look forward to your character.

I am QUITE excited about all the entries for Wild Card Slots. To be honest, I thought we would have MAYBE 2 entries, so the number suprised me, as did the high quality. I have to make a decision, however, and I will be taking two. I will edit this post in a few minutes and post the selected. Thank you for your cooperation.

Okay, now, I went over the selections, and I simply had a tie. A three-way tie. Now, I believe in ties in this situation, so I have to eat my words and take three wild cards. (I'm also doing this because, again, I didn't expect such awesome and numerous applications!)
So, without further ado, congrats to:
OnyxDragonFly
Maegtelluma
Odoreth

Welcome to Star by Star! Let it begin!

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: Wewt. Gratz to all the wildcards who made it, and to those who didn't, don't feel bad, competition was tough).

"Crystil, have you seen this before?" asked Jedlon as he hunched over the Navy issue log. The old book was in fairly good shape, the pages had begun to get discoloured, but other then that they were fine, suprising because they were rescued from a ship that went against the Kri to defend one of the human colonies.

"No, but it didn't seem to important, just a log" said Crystil, not looking away from her computer screen that was running some tests on an map from the before the Human devastation. "Why?"

"Well it says:

'October 10, 2350.

Our scout vessels have informed us that there is a detachment of Kri vessels, class 5, heading in our direction. We have only a day to get ready. The crew is getting excited as they are fresh men, straight out of training. I'm afraid their ignorance will be the fall of this ship, they do not realize the ships we will be facing, we are outmatched and outgunned. The battle will be fierce and I pray we will make it through, or have time enough to send a message to control. They will be most interested that a detachment of Kri has entered this deep into our territory.

Capt. J. Kerlain.'

And there is another entry the next day:

'October 11, 2350.

An hour ago we lost communication with the scout vessels. We are unsure how much longer we have until the arrival of our visitors. We are moving double time and I feel we will still not be ready, their have been rumors of improved speeds to the Kri vessels.

Damn, this may be my last log, I pray that this diary will be found by another Navy vessel. The Kri have just been spotted starboard and there may be no time to defend. We have moved into the emergency state as we prepare for their boarding parties.

Shit, they are so fas'

The S is a bit drawn out, as if this Captain Kerlain slumped down and he dragged the pen. The rest of the book is blank after this, except...can you run a test on this?" asked Jedlon as he rushed over to Cristil with the book open, the book opened to the last entry, at the bottom of the page a large red stain had stained the page.

(OOC: Just for clarification, 'Navy' in this means a galactic navy, as in space ships and whatnot).

[Black.Ice]

Congrats to all the wild cards. For all of those who didn't make it, feel free to join my sequel, Moon By Moon. ...

Just Playing :). Good luck with your RP!

[madman5]

*cries*

I missed it :(

[Nostradamus]

*cries*
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHY DAMN YOU?!?! WHY!?!"

[Seal]

INVITED

(OOC: Ender, got it. Character being processed... ;) )


Name: John
Gender: Male (surprise =))
Age: 36
Alignment: Evil, 'humanity is the destiny'
Skills:

PRIMARY:Mechanical:



subcategory: Repair
subcategory: Computer Skills
subcategory: Sabotage
SECONDARY:Merchant:


subcategory: Skillful Eye
subcategory: Fast Calculation
EXTRA:Combat:


subcategory: Vessel Command
end skills

Equipment: Mainly a tecnician, John uses light but covering clothes, so any liquids and other harmful material don't hurt that much, and allows for quick movement. Carries an universal tool almost always (think the tool swiss armymen have, but advanced). As he knows how most of human spaceships work, he can also control them efficiently.

Description: John is a small, but tough and strong man, thus almost perfect pilot. He is usually positive, but sometimes technical problems make him cynikal (sp).
He has black hair, brown eyes and bald skin.
Bio:

John has been a lead mechanic of a small fleet, but Kri patrol they encountered shattered the fleet. John was able to take an travelship (a small, fast spaceship suited for travelling, hence the name) and escape the destruction.

After some time, John found a small drifter group, and joined them. That drifer group has a dropship, with a small hangar for small craft. They found John to be skillful to keep their ship alive, and John is nowadays a very important person in that group.

Current Occupation: Main mechanic of a small drifter group.

notify if I got something wrong, or need some extra info in some areas.

[Ender]

Actually RPGuy, if you want to know WHY I didn't pick you, like seriously, you should PM me. I'll tell you.

[Geno]

(OOC: Sissy's left for Fla today, so she won't be around for a week. If you wouldn't mind, just kind of have her... Well... Appear... Or something into that time frame. I wish to not control her, for reasons such as a non-developed character, and no attitude being shown. Although it's a good description, I wish for it to be controlled by her when she comes back. Also, the link in your sig, Ender... Might want to take it out ;)

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[BlackHawk]

Cristil took the book out of Jedlon's hand and placed it under a scanner-like machine that was hooked up to her computer. After punching some different buttons and typing in a few commands the book was illuminated in a blue light as some sort of metal bar ran back and forth over it. The book was slowly drawn upon the monitor, when it was complete Cristil encircled the red area on the book and then typed in a command:

// Identify Substance
// Area: 45, 24, 56, 72
// Run.

The computer began to hum as it attempted to identify the stain. After a few minutes a little dialogue box came up that said:

.: Substance Identified :.

Substance has been identified as Human blood.
The bloodtype is A and is dated approximately 7 years old.

"So it is human blood. Does that mean he was trying to write 'Damn, they are fast'?" asked Jedlon, talking to himself as he picked the book up and examined it on his own. "Wait it looks like he wrote something at the end of the long s, it looks like he wrote 'ORTA - 431' and then some other number but I can't read it...Does that mean anthing to you? 'ORTA - 431'?"

"Well, 'ORTA' is a sector of space just off of Jupiter, the numbers are the coordinates, however there should be a 4th number, which narrows the area down to a few miles squared. With only three you're looking at a couple hundred miles squared" said Cristil, turning in her chair to look at Jedlon.

"What's in that area? Are there any planets?"

"Well, there are some planets I think two. One sec" said Cristil as she spun in her chair to face the computer again. She brought up another window that was a map program, something she had been working on for years. She punched in 'ORTA' and then the number in their respective orders. "There's the planet of Preo, which was controlled by the Kri, and as a matter of fact still is. Then there is the much smaller planet of Zythrin, which was uninhabited, however the Kri were designated with it's control as they had claimed it as theirs" Cristil explained. "Why? What do you think is there that's so important a Captain would write the coordinates down?"

[Maegtelluma]

(OOC: Thanks, Ender)

Ranis had just woken up from a deep sleep. He had been on the command deck all night, and apparently someone had finally relieved him after he dozed off.
He was apparently in one of the medical bays...which was odd...because he didn't seem hurt. Further inspection showed nothing, so he got up and started walking through the main corridor. He saw his officer at the radar machine when he arrived back on the main deck.

"James, where are we?" he asked.

"Well, actually sir," he said, "I have no idea. I had a sure lock on Neptune just a few hours ago, but it looks like our little friend here died". He pointed to the device and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, now we're screwed", we have no idea where we are. We had better hope there's someone else around here who can give us a hand. This ship needs some serious help. I dont know what we're going to do without radar." said Ranis.

"Well," James replied, "Dike might be able to fix it. He helped me out a few days ago when our engines uh...slowed down considerably."

"For the love of god..."

Ranis left James to tend the controls while he headed to find Dike. He knew he wouldn't, but it was worth a shot. Dike had a reputation for being paranoid, he only made it out of the blast radius from earth by a few minutes. He stayed away from the rest of the crew, and only came around when he was needed.

After some searching, Ranis gave up and headed down a rickety staircase to a cargo bay. He inspected the load they had. After a half hour of searching, he found no radar equipment and ascended the stairs back to see James.

To his surprise, Dike had showed up. He was sprawled under the machine, apparently having some success, as the screen started to go on again.

"Nice work, Dike. I found some.....beverages in the hold. Help yourself."
He saw James looking at the revived machine with a distressed face.
"What's wrong?"

"Well...I don't know what happened, but we're millions of miles from where we should be. We were close on Neptune last night, and now we're well on our way past Saturn. And our engines were never supposed to be on nearly fast enough to go that far..."

"Well...that's no good. Any knowledge of Kri in the area?" Ranis said with a worried tone.

"Nothing which will be a problem yet. There are known outposts near Jupiter, but that's a ways off. We should definitely watch our backs though, you never know where they might be, and we're pretty much defenseless right now."

The two men stared at each other for a moment, exchanged a worried glance, and after an awkward silence, Ranis said "I have to warn the crew. If we see anything we have no chance at all if everyone's asleep when they come. Stay here and let me know if you see anything, Kri or not."

And with that, Ranis left the bridge, and headed to wake the crew.

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Well well well--I'm here! Thanks for the invite Ender--You are so awesome :D Anywayz, just wanna let peeps know--I shall definately no longer be off and on the comp anymore--I'm here to stay! Yay! lolz :p

Anywayz, Ender, you have my character stats. PM me them and I'll change it to what we discussed :D)

[Ender]

ooc: Actually PC...I kind of lost them...lol...I don't have them at all...Sorry...lol I feel so dumb, I looked for them and was going to post them for you, but yeah, not anywhere in my files. Which is very bad.

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: lolz! Well thank God I saved a copy of it for myself :) No sweat, I'll put it here :D)

Name: Rachel Drake

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Skills:

--Combat: Vessel Command; Martial Skills; Quick Reflexes

--Mechanical: Repair; Sabatoge

Equipment/Ship: Star Cruiser (The Avenger), has a crew of 150, 25 laser cannons, 10 high beam pulse cannons, maximum hold for 50 blue energy bombs, transporters, 150 escape pods, 100 rapiers (Small combat ships). Rachel herself is armed with 2 laser pistols. One serated double edged knife, and a pulse rifle.

Description: Auburn colored hair with blonde streaks, hazel eyes, 5'4, Mexican, fit and well built. Rachel is the kind of girl that never cries or whines. She has endured much throughout her life which is why she takes things for as the are. Rachel is a kind of cold hearted woman

Deep down inside she longs for companionship and friendship, but her personality just all out sucks. Which causes ppl to turn away from her.

Bio: When Rachel was seven years old, her parents sold her to a Kri merchant in order to protect their family from any Kri hunting parties. A few months later, she was sold as a slave into a harsh Kri family. They were very strict and abusive to Rachel. She was abused mentally and physically day and night.

This is when she learned not to cry. Because with crying came pain; if she cried as her masters beat her or hurled insults at her, they would beat her senseless all the more.

When Rachel turned 14, her master used her as a wager in a Kri gambling game. He lost her to an even stricter master. He was vile and disgusting. At night, he would come into Rachel's room and rape her. As she screamed, he would beat her and laugh.

Finally, at the age of 16, enough was enough. On a galaxy-wide Kri holiday, when she knew her master would be drunk, she stole into his room and stabbed him to death.

Fleeing for her life, she went into hiding until it was safe to come out. Even then, she had to disguise herself and in doing so became a stow-away on many Merchant Kri ships to catch a ride.

After a year of travelling as a stow-away, she was caught, beaten, and left for dead at the nearest star-port. A young boy (His name was Robert) of 13 found her half starved and barely alive. He carried her to his family's house where they nursed her back to health and treated her as their own.

At this house she had a family, here is where she learned many things. The father of the boy (His name was Dan) taught Rachel how to fix and repair things as a trade. He was also skilled in martial arts. While teaching his son, he taught Rachel as well. The mother (Her name was Alicia) was the mother that Rachel never had. Alicia taught Rachel about life, and imparted wisdom into her.

One day, while Rachel was out shopping for Dan, Alicia, and Robert, a Kri hunting party came to their house and slaughtered every one of them. When Rachel returned home, she found her family decapitated and mutilated.

This time she cried. After burying her family, she gathered her belongings, sold them, and had just enough to buy a very cheap shuttle. She took that shuttle to the nearest recruiting station and joined up with the military. She was only 18.

Over the years, Rachel has become very high in rank and esteem. She was elevated to her position early because she saved a Colonel's life. Colonel Aaron Hawkins that is. He put in a good word for her and she's been serving with him ever since.

To this day, Rachel still searches for the Kri that killed her family. Her hatred and cold-heartedness is what keeps her going.

Current Occupation: 2nd-in-Command to the "Defiant" with Col. Aaron Hawkins & Commander of her ship "The Avenger"

[Sperate]

I dearly hope I havn't interpreted this wrong. From my understanding everybody and their dog is all across the universe. Are we still confined to Sol? The Milky Way? superclose Galaxies? (Andromeda?) I'll wait before I post. For the record, I'm currently on the far side of Andromeda from the Milky Way, unless I'm not supposed to be there..

[Ender]

ooc: We are all in the Milky Way, and we are confined to the Milky Way. As long as you stay in the Milky Way, you can go wherever you want. Vega, Alpha Centauri, make up your own planets, whatever! That's the beauty of it!

[Ender]

ooc: EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS. IT HAS IMPORTANT IMFORMATION ABOUT THE STATUS OF HUMANITY AND THE PERIOD OF TIME WE ARE AT. SORRY FOR THE LENGTH, BUT I WANTED TO POP OUT SOME SERIOUS INFORMATION. THANK YOU. The thing in bold in my post tells you what time it is. Destruction of Humanity occurred halfway through the year 2356, it is now the beginning of 2357.


Col. Aaron Hawkins was in his command lounge on the Defiant. He was having dinner and consulting with his command crew; basically the most powerful humans in existance, which wasn't much. Present in the chamber was himself; the Captain of the Avenger, Rachel Drake; Admiral Brett Anderson, chief of personnel; and a few others, the Captains/Admirals of his more powerful starships. Currently they were eating and talking about the relatively "small" issues that were truly important like recreational time for the crews and such. The "big" issues now where reduced to three really: The status of Humanity in the galaxy, crew morale, and the location of Kri vessels. It had been six months since the Destruction of Humanity. As soon as dinner was finished, maps and data logs would be produced, detailing the sector of space they were located in and the sectors of space around them. They also detailed the location of every known human NOT in the fleets, which had recently been gathered in this one area, and the nearest enemy Kri vessels.

In the sixth months since the Destruction of Humanity, Hawkins had not been idle. He had immediately issued a recall to all Human military forces to this one, highly defensible sector of space. Those fleets had recently arrived and immediately given command to Hawkins. He was now in control of around 1000 vessels; Humanity may have no government, but the military remained powerful as long as it was concentrated. The 1000 ships were nothing compared to what Humanity once had, being only about a 1/8 of their forces at the peak of their power.

Besides gathering together all the ships, he had people going through logs and locating every human possible that WASN'T killed. That data had been finished and compiled with the arrival of the other fleets. After dinner there was to be a massive presentation to everyone in the fleet detailing the current situation. That really wasn't the focus of the meeting.

After the Destruction of Humanity, the Kri forces had been savaged by the Peace-keeping forces of the Galactic Council. Hawkins didn't believe that was enough, though. He wanted to strike back, and strike back hard. That was the focus of the current meeting. After dinner, the plans would be laid out, and the fleets would break apart and make devestating raids and attacks on Kri settlements throughout the Vega system; where the fleets were currently located. They would then regroup where they are now; Vega Prime. After that, they would continue attacks and begin to search for a new home. Hawkins was anxious, Rachel Drake had put together the attack plan and given it to him. It was brilliant; quick hit -and-fade attacks on their more protected settlements while the rest of the fleet took out lesser colonies. Then the fleets would merge together into larger forces and destroy those heavier settlements. Hawkins grinned through his steak. He couldn't wait.

[Valjean]

(ooc: Wait, so is every human there?)

[BlackHawk]

(ooc: Wait, so is every human there?)

(OOC: The only ones there are those in the military, however they do have a log of where EVERY human is. Post will come later tonight or tommorow morning, this weekends been busy and I'm going out in a few minutes to my aunts...)

[Ender]

ooc: Blackhawk has got it right...and not EVERY human, that would be impossible to account for. But almost all of them, so yeah.

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: I'll try to post up my character sometime this week, but it's going to be hard. Today is fathers day and I have to leave right away, and tues through friday is achievment exams. You picked the perfect time to start this. :mad:

Bah, stupid exams... I'll have my character up for sure by then end of friday, so this post is just to let you know I'm not dead, if you havn't read the offline thread.)

[Ender]

Yeah WK, just hop in whenever you can. Sorry about the timing! I thought everyone would be done by now.

Serves you right for living in Canada! CANADIAN!

And it is all you fault anyway!

lol

[Sperate]

I'll hop in once my Secret Plans(tm) have been worked out.

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Nicely done Ender! I guess I'll begin my character now :p)

Capt. Rachel Drake sits with Col. Hawkins and all of the other high ranking officers. She grabs her napkin and folds it neatly on her lap. As she grabs her knife and begins to cut her steak, she looks over at Col. Hawkins who is beaming at the plans she gave him.

"I didn't think you'd like them that much Colonel" She says.

Capt. Drake and Col. Hawkins have a strange friendship. Rachel is one of the few who dare to call him Aaron to his face, but she only does so in private. Calling him that in public is unheard of and disrespectful.

She remembers the day that she met Col. Hawkins. She was but a lowly officer who had barely joined up two years before. Col. Hawkins happened to be at a military banquet, with him being the highest ranking officer, his presence is required. Capt. Drake was there as well....Against her will of course.

She didn't want to go, she doesn't like being around people, but her 2nd commanding officer to the Avenger told her it would be good for her. So, she made an appearance. Somehow the seating arrangements were messed up and she got to sit next to Col. Hawkins. Which was strange because she was only a Corporal at the time.

He was a very polite and friendly man, he was cracking jokes and laughing with her....

*Flash back at the dinner party*

"You know, you look strangely familiar Corporal....Have I fought with you before?" Asks Col. Hawkins.

"You might have saw me in the Kri slave markets. I was probably being sold." She says blankly. Her people skills aren't too good...

Col. Hawkins is taken aback by her comment. Corporal Drake a slave?? Impossible!

"Uhh....Excuse me?"

"Or maybe I was a stowaway on one of your ships and you knew but you didn't want to get me in trouble." She says again as she reaches for her carbonized water and takes a sip.

Col. Hawkins sits there not knowing what to say.

"What?" Says Rachel.

"I...uhh....Nevermind....Nice dress." He says as he admires her navy blue evening gown.

"It's an evening gown, but thanks." She says correcting him.

Col. Hawkins hesitantly reaches for the salt which is right across from Rachel. As he does so, his arm touches her chest. Rachel pushes his arm away and slaps him across the face.

"Don't you ever do that again you disgusting man!!" She screams.

Everyone at the party gasps at the outburst. Rachel quicky stands to her feet and walks out the door. Everyone stares at her and then the extremely red Col. Hawkins. He rubs his cheek where she slapped him and tries to grin extremely embarassed.

"Nothing to see people! Go back to your drinks and food!" He says as calmly as possible before leaving and following Rachel.

Rachel is so disturbed she's trembling. She shouldn't have slapped him....It was an accident! It was an immediate reflex though....She hopes he understands.

*Back to now*

Rachel enjoys her food and can't wait to do battle with the evil Kri. Her suffering has gone on privately but now she will take vengence that is rightly hers....

[Ender]

ooc: LOL LMFAO...OMFG...gimme a second to compose myself lol...

[BlackHawk]

Cristil took the book out of Jedlon's hand and placed it under a scanner-like machine that was hooked up to her computer. After punching some different buttons and typing in a few commands the book was illuminated in a blue light as some sort of metal bar ran back and forth over it. The book was slowly drawn upon the monitor, when it was complete Cristil encircled the red area on the book and then typed in a command:

// Identify Substance
// Area: 45, 24, 56, 72
// Run.

The computer began to hum as it attempted to identify the stain. After a few minutes a little dialogue box came up that said:

.: Substance Identified :.

Substance has been identified as Human blood.
The bloodtype is A and is dated approximately 7 years old.

"So it is human blood. Does that mean he was trying to write 'Damn, they are fast'?" asked Jedlon, talking to himself as he picked the book up and examined it on his own. "Wait it looks like he wrote something at the end of the long s, it looks like he wrote 'ORTA - 431' and then some other number but I can't read it...Does that mean anthing to you? 'ORTA - 431'?"

"Well, 'ORTA' is a sector of space just off of Jupiter, the numbers are the coordinates, however there should be a 4th number, which narrows the area down to a few miles squared. With only three you're looking at a couple hundred miles squared" said Cristil, turning in her chair to look at Jedlon.

"What's in that area? Are there any planets?"

"Well, there are some planets I think two. One sec" said Cristil as she spun in her chair to face the computer again. She brought up another window that was a map program, something she had been working on for years. She punched in 'ORTA' and then the number in their respective orders. "There's the planet of Preo, which was controlled by the Kri, and as a matter of fact still is. Then there is the much smaller planet of Zythrin, which was uninhabited, however the Kri were designated with it's control as they had claimed it as theirs" Cristil explained. "Why? What do you think is there that's so important a Captain would write the coordinates down?"

"Can you bring up a list of all resources on Zythrin?" asked Jedlon.

"Yea....sure..." said Cristil, slightly miffed, but she did as she was asked and punched in the commands to bring up the list. The list said:

.: Resources :.

Iron
Sulphur
Zync
Phesphur
Tritulium
Misc. Gases
Many undefined substances

"Phesphur and Tirtulum? Remember anything that these, with some other ingredents make?" asked Jedlon.

Cristil's face twisted in horror. Many years ago when the humans were at their prime a scientist developed a very powerful weapon. This weapon made the Kri weapon that destroyed human worlds look like a play toy. The weapon was capable of destroying whole worlds and then harvesting the souls of the people. The souls then became mindless warriors; nameless enforcers.

"You think the Kri are trying to develop a Hyperious?" whispered Cristil, she looked around to see if anyone was listening, which they were not. At least, she couldn't see anyone. "That's absurd, why would they do that now when the Galactic Council is protecting them, and are also watching them. If they made that the Galactic Council would no longer protect them, not to mention everybody would gang up on them!"

"Nonetheless, what if they were, they might have reasons of their ow--" said Jedlon, but he suddenly fell silent and crouched to the ground. His frantic hand movements told Cristil to get down as well.

There were a few moments of silence before a spray of bullets came through the room just above their heads from the far windows. The bullets were haphazardly shot around the room. The computer monitor shattered sending glass everywhere as a handful of bullets went straight through it.

Jedlon and Cristil crawled along the ground as fast as they could in the akward position while trying to keep their heads down. Shrapnel was everywhere as containers and glass tubes holding long hours of work exploded left and right. The pair made it to the second room, Cristil's bedroom, just before the first wave of bullets stopped.

They could hear footsteps outside and the ominous sounds of clicking as guns were reloaded with a fresh magazine. Cristil led Jedlon out of the back door as the front door was ripped from it's hinges and several loud bursts of a machine gun were heard.

(OOC: I made up Tiritulum and Phesphur so don't reply saying I spelt some gas wrong or something. Also, in case you're wondering the people attacking them are a special Kri Hunting Party...)

[Ender]

ooc: Sorry for controlling your char this much PC...lol
"I didn't think you'd like them that much, Colonel." Captain Rachel Drake, sitting next to him on his right said happily. He smiled at his friend and right hand.
"They were quite good, Captain." Hawkins replied, smiling. He and Rachel were on a first time basis, but only in private. "I tweaked them a little bit. I just changed some of the ship allotments around to compensate for new reinforcements. The actual battleplan was perfect. I was very impressed. Your studies in strategy must be coming along well. We must play chess sometime!"
Rachel smiled and went back to eating.

Then banter between the ten people in the room, including Rachel and Hawkins, continued until after dessert, where everyone was having coffee, except Hawkins. He despised coffee, so he substituted for hot chocolate, with marshmellow cream on top. He stood, and grabbing a small remote, pointed the device at a black wall and pressed a button. The wall opened upon a map, laid out in a grid. The grid was based in sectors, one square sector being a box.
"If you're ready, lets begin." Hawkins said, adpoting his "Colonel voice" as he called it. It was more commanding, and demanded respect. He got it immediately, and the room quieted as they took out datapads to take down the information and looked at the display.
"In the next 18 hours, our fleets are going to break off into ten groups, each a half fleet of 100 vessels. Each of you will be in command of what I have dubbed for this mission "Battle Groups." There are of course the standard designations, like flights, squadron, wing, etc., but there has never been one for a half fleet. Now there is. Of course, normal fleets consist of 200 vessels, but-"
Admiral Larry B. Stevenson, commander of the 5th fleet (which was last to arrive in Vega) spoke up.
"Get on with it Hawkins. Everyone here has been in the military for quite awhile, we know how the fleets work!"
Hawkins grinned. "My apologies, Admiral." Hawkins cleared his throat and continued as sectors surrounding Vega lit up, in different colors. "Each of these ten sectors will be attacked by a Battle Group. Which sector you are assigned to should be appearing on your datapad."
Rachel Drake raised a hand. "Colonel, I'm having some trouble with my datapad. The statistics breakdown of enemy defenses, vessels, and space geography isn't appearing on my pad."
Hawkins frowned and walked over to Rachel. He lean over her shoulder. He could see the information on the pad.
"Don't forget to tell them of the hit-and-fades, Colonel," Rachel whispered.
Hawkins blushed and stood, after tapping Rachel's perfectly functioning datapad.
"There, now it's working!" he said, walking back to the display. "Now, there is another aspect to this operation. We recently acquired 100 more vessels. These are being split into groups of 20 and sent to harass some other, more powerful targets, so they won't send reinforcements to our sectors. They will simply annoy, but not engage the enemy while we wipe out the other sectors. After we finish, we will rendevouz back here, then split again into five fleets. Then we will go and destroy those stronger targets."
The collective assembly voiced their approval of the daring plan, and Rachel beamed at Hawkins, who half-smiled back and winked.
"I have two more things, gentlemen. And lady," he added, nodding at Rachel. "First off, I'm changing fleet designations. Currently we have the 9th, 10th, 12th, 13, and 24th fleets here. Change the 9 to 1, 10 to 2, and so forth. When we rendevouz for the attacks on the strong targets, we will break into those fleets."
Again, the officers assembled nodded their agreements. Hawkins turned to Rachel.
"Captain Rachel Drake, step forward please."
Rachel, mystified rose and stepped over to Hawkins. Hawkins pulled a small, black case out of his pocket.
"Captain Rachel Drake, since your promotion to the rank of Captain, you have shown nothing but exemplary behavior, superior command skills, and tactical brillance. Your planning of this attack was nothing short of amazing, except for one factor." Rachel looked at him oddly, face draining of color. "You, of course, must command a Battle Group. Captain's don't have the authority to command that many vessels in such a plan as this. So, of course, I must promote you."
Hawkins opened the case and pulled out a pip, then attached it to Rachel's collar. She now had 6 pips.
"Congratulations, Major Drake!"

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Yay!! I'm a Major!! High five! :D lolz :p Oh and dun worry, I don't mind if you control my character, you know how I RP so it's cool :))

Major Rachel Drake beams proudly at her new status as an officer. She salutes Col. Hawkins and turns to about-face to everyone who claps for her.

They all give her a standing ovation. As Rachel stands there, slightly embarassed now at all the attention, her mind goes back to that night when she slapped Col. Hawkins across the face. That was the first time he recognized her as someone important.

*Flash back to after the incident at the banquet*

Rachel quickly walks outside and makes her way down to one of the balconies over-looking the galaxy. She stares out the window (OOC: Kind of like one of those cool looking windows from Star Trek, lolz :p) and admires the beauty of the stars and small planets.

All of a sudden, she hears footsteps behind her. She tenses up and spins around only to find Col. Hawkins looking at her smiling.

"What do you want Colonel?" Demands Rachel.

Col. Hawkins steps forward and nods a greeting.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay Corporal. I haven't been slapped by a woman before, especially over an accident...."

Rachel turns back around and mutters, "Sorry....It was a reflex."

Col. Hawkins and Corporal Drake stand in silence.

"Do you mind if I join you Corporal?" Asks Col. Hawkins quietly.

"Sure why not? It doesn't seem like you're gonna go away any time soon anyways." She says rudely.

Col. Hawkins laughs.

"My you sure are the people pleaser aren't you?" Comments Hawkins.

Rachel rolls her eyes.

"If only you knew Corporal. I'm not one with many friends. I'm sure you've realized that by now." She says.

"You know, you had a lotta guts back there to slap me Corporal." Says Hawkins.

Rachel moves her eyes to look at the Col. who is now beside her. She looks back at the stars.

"I don't care what people think. I'm a fighter and nothing else. What am I supposed to do? Not carry out my orders because some people don't like it? I know that wasn't an order...But I felt uncomfortable."

"That's what I'm trying to say....You got spirit Corporal." He says smiling.

Rachel turns to look at him.

"Thanks."

*Back to now*

Major Rachel Drake moves to take her seat but as she does so, Col. Hawkins decides to put her on the spot.

"How about a speech Major?" Asks the Colonel.

Everyone smiles and nods.

"Yes! Let's hear a speech Major!" Comments another officer.

Rachel looks over at Col. Hawkins and mouths, "I am soo gonna get you back...Aaron." She tries to smile at everyone as she goes to stand by her chair.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a Major! Thank you Col. Hawkins for giving me this opportunity to voice myself and for this privilage of being promoted.

I remember once, back when the Major and I first served together, how he was so upset over a battle strategy that went wrong. He was crying in fact, which is why he turned the strategies planning over to me before he--"

Col. Hawkins stands and cuts the Major off.

"Okay! Thank you Major! You may be seated." Says the Col.

Rachel tries to hold in her laughter. She made that up, he never came crying to her before. She looks over at the Col and smiles and mouths, "I told you."

[Maegtelluma]

Ranis was back on the bridge a few hours later, the crew roused and ready. A Kri attack vessel showing up would be a huge problem at this point, especially how it seemed that everything on this ship was going wrong. The radar was back up, but in the few hours since then, two engine speed regulators and an air pump had also temporarily malfunctioned.

James was watching the radar with an eagle eye, as well as steering the vessel. He had been up for a long time, and fatigue was beginning to take hold on the young pilot.

"Let me take the deck for a few minutes James, go get some rest. I'll send someone to wake you if anything comes up."

Ranis took the controls for the first time in a while. He knew how to pilot, but he had always been the executive in the high rise offices, never the man flying the routes he designed...

-----

Three hours later, the crew had began to drift back to their cabins, seeing the thread as past. This frustrated Ranis slightly, but he couldn't leave his post. All of the instruments were reading normal...as far as he knew.

The radar began to make an audible beeping noise. Ranis looked up and saw a few dots at long range, but headed in his direction. Probably just scout ships, or not even Kri, but it wasn't worth risking it. He reached up and pushed a red panic button on the roof of the bridge. A siren sounded throughout the ship, and James was the first to come running into the room.

"What is it?"

"We've got a few blips here, they're at long range, but I figured we were better off checking them out before they see us. Take the controls here, I'll head up to the scope."

Ranis went up a set of metal stairs in the back of the room into a room full of optical devices and control panels. He moved over to the largest one and looked into the mask, activating several buttons on the panel.

"Hmm....there's nothing there. Wait...
...
James! We've got something big! Those are no scout ships!"

He ran down the stairs and pointed out what appeared to be a star in the distance. "That's no freaking star. They have a cruiser there. And they've definitely spotted us. We need to get the heck out of here."

"Done, and done. I'm going to see if we can get these engines going....
Damn. Nothing. Why can't they work this one time?" He slammed his fist on the panel. We're in it deep if we can't get out of here, that cruiser could take this bucket of bolts out in a single shot."

"Someone get down there and tell me what's wrong!!!!"

After a few tense minutes, a message came from the engine room.

"We've got a hydraulic busted here, this puppy ain't going anywhere. Get the main engines going, maybe we can make it into the outpost at Jupiter?"

"We'll have to try," Ranis said "but they're closing in on us. I think we have a starlight probe down in the hold, someone go check."

The device was found. It was basically a probe that emitted a huge blast of light for several hours, completely taking out most vessel optical devices. Blindness would ensue from looking at one for even a few seconds. They dropped it out the airlock, and once they were a few hundred miles away they activated it. Bright light filled the sky, and the Kri vessel was lost from sight.

"Now we've got a few hours. Get us out of here, James."

[Ender]

Hawkins stood, glaring at Rachel. He cracked though, and his lip turned upward into a smile.
"Thank you for that...Major Drake." He turned to the rest of his people. "See to your ships and crew. 18 hours people, and we begind our strike back. Dismissed!"

[Sperate]

Gend manuvered his ship up and to the left, then rotated it and fired on full to make a u-turn above and to their right behind the scout ships he was fighting. They used black beams, which, although less potent then his white turrets on a power:effect ratio, they were also harder to dodge. As he was passing, he dropped his ship down, so as to pass under them.

Their ships were built in the traditional way - acting as though space were two dimentional. They had a dart-ish shape, engines behind, command center on top, or in front, forward-pointing weaponry, and of course the most limiting flaw - the inablity to rurn around swiftly, as well as other things. As he approached their ships, who were still turning around, and quite unable to do anything, he primed an emp launcher, the one on the bottom of his ship, to fire so that as he passed, it would fire upwards, exploding in his wake.

He checked the EMFSA and it's bright splash of colors. Their electronics had enough shielding so that the wires didn't short out. His HUD read that he had 6 minutes left until contact. His phase-shift was nearly fully charged. He had wasted amazing amouts of energy holding it at 90% charged to get into this posistion, and he was now ready. He finished charging, and moved into the first zone. He quickly cycled through so he was ready to begin the discharge at a thousand km out. He could not change the drift of his ship at this point, becasue of the conservation of momentum and the way that phase-shift worked.

He began the phase out at 1.2K km for saftey, and started charging the pulse-field. He was slightly more then 1 minute from contact. The seconds passed unnoticed, and he appeared directly below their neutrino-ion engines. A dangerous electrial place, with no anti-field sheilding, which Gend had. he discharged his 'nade, and turned his turrets to the wingship, firing in 3 salvos, nearly penetrating the shield. He fired three more slavos, and they bore through the lower deck. At this point, the 'nade exploded, and is EMFSA went bright white and then turned blue, showing just the metal hulls.

He broadcast on their inter-ship 'secure' channel, telling them who he worked for. That is, a person in the private sector who was paid by a faction of the remenant Terran military. Sure, humanity was scattered across the Milky Way and it's dwarf galaxies, but humanity will fight itself to the death. Nothing the Kri can do will stop that. At any rate, he called for their cargo - heavy water - to be ejected without containers. This took about a quarter of an hour, durning which time one ship tried to broadcast a call for help. Gend ignored it, it was only long enough for some type of co-ords and a super-short message, in code. As they finished ejecting it, he trained 4 turrets on it, and fired, letting the heavy water do the rest. He slipped into his maximum sublight speed, about 13.5Tm/h, roughly 3/4ths LS.

Time to get paid.

[Protosschick99]

"See to your ships and crew. 18 hours people, and we begind our strike back. Dismissed!"

(OOC: Begind? Nice spelling :p lolz j/k :))

Major Rachel Drake gathers her files and stands. After everyone files out of the room, she walks over to Col. Hawkins and smiles.

"Nice briefing, let's just hope nobody screws up. We've got a lot of things riding on this attack." She says.

[Ender]

ooc: Shut up PC. Just shut you mouth. Lol j/k. Me and the keyboard fought. It obviously won lol.

Hawkins smiled at the new Major.
"In reality, it isn't that complicated of a plan. All that can happen is reinforcements coming in that we don't know about, or they put up an amazing fight. I doubt both those things; they are in almost as bad a shape as we are." Hawkins put a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Go back to the Avenger Rachel. Get some sleep and see to your crew."

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: No! You shut up Ender! You SUCK!! lolz, j/k :D)

Rachel nods and smiles.

"No problem Col. See you in a few hours."

And with that Rachel walks out the doors and goes to her ship to get some rest.

(OOC: It's very early in the morning....Maybe I'll thinko f more to write later :p)

[Sperate]

I need some time to post.. even going at 13.5Tm/h, you don't get far on a galactic scale.

[Ender]

It was 0600. The Human Military had been a buzz with activity since 0500. Checks and rechecks had been done on all systems. All personnel were at their posts, rested and fed, determined and lusting for vengeance. After all, not one of them hadn’t lost a friend or family member in the devastating attacks known as the Destruction of Humanity.



Colonel Aaron Hawkins stood on the bridge of his vessel and the new flagship of Humanity, the Defiant. He looked to his communications officer.

“Patch me through to all ships.”

There was a bleep from her console as she pressed a button, and on every one of the 1100 ships gathered in the Vega system, Hawkins picture appeared on their viewscreens, his voice coming through on speakers and communication devices throughout all the ships.

“Good morning.” Hawkins paused, choosing his ever so important words carefully. He had learned in the past that, before missions, the right words could save lives and drive his people onto new heights of skill and valor. He needed the right words now.

“People of Humanity,” he said calmly. “I call you this, because on this day, we are almost all that remain. I need not remind you of what happened almost six months ago. I do not need to tell you the destruction of our homeworld, our colonies. I need not bring to your mind the images of your friends and loved ones-“ Hawkins’ voice shook a little. He cleared his throat and composed himself. “Of your friends and loved ones vaporizing in a wave of hatred that none could escape. I need not remind of these things, but I do. I do because it is the reason that we here. That is the reason why we are gathered today. Today we begin to lay their lives and memories to rest. Today, we begin our vengeance.”

Hawkins looked around his bridge at his crew. They were all looking at him with total attention and devotion. His heart soared, and he turned back to the screen.

“But I say this to you now. Vengeance is not what is needed!”

There were gasps and low mutterings all throughout the fleets. Hawkins continued despite them.

“For vengeance is not worthy of the memories of our families and friends. We believe that they cry out for vengeance. They do not. They cry out for justice!”

At this, the mutters faded beneath a wave of cheers.

“Warriors of Humanity, a long time ago, near the turn of the millennium, there was a British author named Brian Jacques, noted for his series about animals who could walk and talk. He always included poems and riddles in his books, and there is one poem from his book, The Legend of Luke, that I believe to be most appropriate.”

Hawkins glanced over the piece of paper he held, then crumpled it and dropped it.

“’The young must grow old,

Whilst the old ones grow older.

And the cowards will shrink,

As the bold grow bolder.

Courage may blossom in quiet hearts,

For who can tell where bravery starts?

Truth is a song, oft lying unsung,

Some mother bird, protecting her young.

Those who lay down their lives for their friends,

The echo rolls onward, it seldom ends.

Who never turned and ran, but stayed?

There is a warrior born, not made!

Living in peace, aye many a season,

Calm in life and sound in reason.

‘Till evil arrives, a wicked horde,

Driving a warrior to pick up his sword,

The challenger rings then, straight and fair,

Justice is with us, beware. Beware!’”

Hawkins paused and let the words sink in. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“Our families may be gone, but we are not. The “evil horde” arrived some time ago, and we didn’t know it until it’s work was done. We were slow and unresponsive, we didn’t “pick up our sword” until it was too late. Now the enemy likely knows we are coming,” Hawkins said calmly, unfazed. “But that matters for nothing. We have the numbers and the technology and the skills. Now, I need you to look inside yourselves, into the very core of your being, your very center. Find what was place in you the day you were created. You are all warriors born! Let your courage blossom! Our enemies have taken everything from us. They have shown us their inner secrets and their true character. They have show us all this. Let us show them one thing that is greater than any of us. It is greater than our fleet, greater than our enemy’s fleets. It is greater than the Galactic Council, greater than the power of an exploding sun. Let us show them justice! Today is the day where we stand up! Today we stand before the galaxy and declare that we are strong! Today we show all that we will not surrender! We will not be banished, we will not lie down and die! Today we show that nothing can break us! That no one can make us give our rights away! Today we show the galaxy,” Hawkins’ eyes blazed and he roared forth, ”That the tide is turning! That there is a fire inside that won’t stop burning! Today the choices are clear! Today we throw aside ancient differences and petty squabbles! Today every person is a friend! Every friend is a brother! Today we show the galaxy that it is better to die than to crawl! Today we either stand or we fall! And that we choose to stand!”

Cheers resounded throughout all the ships. It is said that at this moment, the glory, power, and spirit of Humanity outshone anything else in the galaxy, that no matter how many enemies came before them, that no matter what obstacle stood in their path, they would overcome. Some even said that these cheers could be heard in all corners of the galaxy. Of course, this is false, but the effects of that day would echo onward into eternity.

Hawkins, his face flushed, legs spread shoulder width apart, thundered to the fleet,

“Let us strike!”
Hawkins was deafened by cheers, roars, and tears as one by one, the 1100 ships that was Humanity jumped into hyperspace, heading to deal out justice.

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: *Tear*...so beautiful...

Post will come later on...need to think of how I will play my part out...)

[Ender]

ooc: lol BH...that thing took me a while to write, I almost wrote my own poem or something for it, but yeah, it was taking forever, I just decided to steal that one lol. Good book though, you all should read the series!

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: I have read (most of) the series, I love the books...someday I'm going to go out and buy the rest of the series (hopefully they are still out (?) ).


"Can you bring up a list of all resources on Zythrin?" asked Jedlon.

"Yea....sure..." said Cristil, slightly miffed, but she did as she was asked and punched in the commands to bring up the list. The list said:

.: Resources :.

Iron
Sulphur
Zync
Phesphur
Tritulium
Misc. Gases
Many undefined substances

"Phesphur and Tirtulum? Remember anything that these, with some other ingredents make?" asked Jedlon.

Cristil's face twisted in horror. Many years ago when the humans were at their prime a scientist developed a very powerful weapon. This weapon made the Kri weapon that destroyed human worlds look like a play toy. The weapon was capable of destroying whole worlds and then harvesting the souls of the people. The souls then became mindless warriors; nameless enforcers.

"You think the Kri are trying to develop a Hyperious?" whispered Cristil, she looked around to see if anyone was listening, which they were not. At least, she couldn't see anyone. "That's absurd, why would they do that now when the Galactic Council is protecting them, and are also watching them. If they made that the Galactic Council would no longer protect them, not to mention everybody would gang up on them!"

"Nonetheless, what if they were, they might have reasons of their ow--" said Jedlon, but he suddenly fell silent and crouched to the ground. His frantic hand movements told Cristil to get down as well.

There were a few moments of silence before a spray of bullets came through the room just above their heads from the far windows. The bullets were haphazardly shot around the room. The computer monitor shattered sending glass everywhere as a handful of bullets went straight through it.

Jedlon and Cristil crawled along the ground as fast as they could in the akward position while trying to keep their heads down. Shrapnel was everywhere as containers and glass tubes holding long hours of work exploded left and right. The pair made it to the second room, Cristil's bedroom, just before the first wave of bullets stopped.

They could hear footsteps outside and the ominous sounds of clicking as guns were reloaded with a fresh magazine. Cristil led Jedlon out of the back door as the front door was ripped from it's hinges and several loud bursts of a machine gun were heard.

As Jedlon and Cristil slowly crawled along the alley outside the back of Cristil's house their ears strained to hear the Kri.

They first heard a series of clicks which Jedlon took as a gun being loaded but he realized that it wasn't the normal metallic click, it was a click with varying depth, and the tone changed. "Is that how they talk?" whispered Jedlon.

"Yes, now quite, I need to know where they're going" whispered Cristil as she put a finger to her mouth.

"What...you can speak their language now?"

"No, I'm listening for them not to their 'conversation'. Now shush" said Cristil, her tone telling him the subject was closed.

They still crawled along the alley, hugging the wall while Cristil listened for them. She couldn't hear anything, not even the faint crack of glass or a click anymore. It was as if they had disappeared.

But she was wrong. Very wrong.

Jedlon was carefully inching towards the corner of the building, ready for a final dash to safety; safety that would never come. As he looked around the side of the building he gasped as he saw the Kri hunting party standing right infront of him. He tried to run back and tell Cristil but his limbs wouldn't work, they were frozen in fear.

What appeared to be the leader grabbed Jedlon by his shirt and picked him up, hoisting him a foot into the air. It let out a series of clicks to a nearby Kri who paid attention to every click. The Kri then turned to Jedlon and said "I are interpreter for our men. Scream and kill we you."

Jedlon's mind wouldn't function, it was suprise after suprise. The only thing his brain took in was not to scream or they would kill him; judging by their stances and looks he didn't think they were bluffing.

A high pitched scream filled the air moments after the 'interpreter' had delivered his message. Jedlon knew Cristil had just come around the corner because if he hadn't frozen up he would have screamed like that too.

As if played in slow motion Jedlon saw one of the Kri lift his gun up and point it at something behind Jedlon. Jedlon realized what was happening as the cackle of gun shots filled the air. Jedlon wanted to jump down in front of the blaze to shield Cristil; to shield the only human he knew and protect her against the Kri's hatred. A hatred that has been questioned over and over, picked apart by the greatest of psychologists, but the answer never revealed. Yet it was a hatred so pure it let the Kri set out to make a weapon that would destroy whole worlds and enslave the inhabitants souls; let them kill thousands of millions of innocent people; let them hunt down a species to near death; and let them think they were the good guys, that they were doing the right thing.

When the shooting stopped Jedlon cried. He cried as he was dragged along the street for what seemed days, but was only mere minutes. The Kri were soon sick of the pitiful human crying, they saw him as another weak human. One of the Kri hit Jedlon with the end of his rifle and ended the crying.

The Kri Hunting Party, with the unconscious human being dragged behind, walked a few blocks of the deserted city until they came to their ship. Once they blasted off and were well away from the planet Trelance, the inhabitants of Ortoka -- the capital of Trelance -- went back to their daily needs. Nobody cared about the humans, not even the dead body laying in the road outside the human house, they didn't want anything to do with them.

[Ender]

ooc: Yeah, he is still writing more lol. I actually met him once, he came to a town near here for a book signing and a talk. I got Triss and The Long Patrol signed I think...he is like the funniest guy ever. His talk was all about the series and how he concieved it and stuff...my mom doesn't know anything about it and she was laughing her ass off lol.

[Maegtelluma]

OOC: OMG I love the Redwall series. You are so lucky Ender I want a Brian Jacques autograph :D

[OnyxDragonfly]

[OOC] I don't know how to work myself in here.. *blinks* If anyone wants to throw the Mechanic into one of their ships be my guest! Unless that happens methinks I'm just gonna wait until Geno posts and tail him ^^

[Geno]

(OOC: Sure, sissy, you can be with me. I'm that ruthless mercenery guy... Just kind of... Well... Go with this...)

(In char now... MY INTRO YAY!)

Larry drops from the rafters, and lands in the cargo bay of a Kri ship...

"I better be quiet here... I hope I'm good for sneaking on... I'm in the mood for a bit of Kri blood..."

He pulls out a minidart and lights one end with a flick. He gets a small light out of it, and tosses it straight forward, making it land on the floor in front of him. When it lands, it gives a small spark, giving a little more light for a second.

"Good, nothing here... I better keep moving..."

Larry inches forward, sneaking through the bay, coming upon a grating, where he hears some slurred speech... He's not sure what it is... It sounds like... Well... He's not for sure really. It sounded like slurred speech, but as he climbs up to open it, it sound like muffled talk...

"Hmmm... Let's get through here and see what's going on..."

He moves the grating to the side, and climbs up. As he does this, he heard someone walking behind him in the cargo bay... Near the entry... Oh no... He hurriedly jumps up, a