Colony one

[Nickodemus]

So, I want to see if their is anybody willing to try this

I will need 5 people to start it though.

The premise is that man has just developed its first long range probe to travel to the stars. Earth is Suffering from over crouding and we need to find suitable planets for colonization. The five of you have been picked to represent humanity as the first of twenty teams sent to different areas of our system to find a suitable planet to colonize.
Your group will arive at the Planet Seti-4, after ten years in suspended animation, which from all acounts is an inhabitable world. You will go there, locate and set up a suitable site for our colonization to arive behind you in one years time.

I need the following members. All members have the ability to take over for another in case of an "accident"

1) Construction/maintanence ~Ragnarox
~ set up habitable quarters, scout out area for a 1000 member colony to build and live. Work with Mechanical Engineer.

2) Botanist Sirion
~ find and aquire suitable plant life to either use for food or building materials

3) Zoologist ~Warbrood
~ Find and/or aquire suitable animals for livestock or transportation

4) Security ~Vhaeraun
~ Provide security for base.

5) Communications ~Singo
~ set up comunications aray between the team. Also long range beacon coordinated with earth to send signal all is clear and ready to go.

6) Mechanical Engineer ~Protoss_Honor
~ design and implementation of buildings. Work with construction/maintanence

7) Linguist ~Speedyworm1 ~~DECEASED
~ Language Interpreter. Just in case you need one.

*** You all are the bests in your fields. You will be provided with enough equipment to get you up and running, but are expected to "live of the land"

Well, any others I will take when this gets up and running. I hope this one does though

We have modern stuff. Only one person has military weapons, the rest "suposedly" wont need them. It's an uninhabited world after all.

NOTE: Its still untested idea, and there is the chance that you could fail. you are in essence expendable when compared to society in general. Also, you all would populate the planet on your own. couple hundred stars at last guess in our area our inhabitable scientists think at least. so in my RP I think their would be lots more, you one of many groups they would send out to check. If you have enough room, they could send you more if you asked.


Attn: Now taking people for Alien slots, If ya want them, come get them. PM me with wants....

[Nickodemus]

well this has promise with everyone eh?

[iHawk]

hmmm… I'm not sure if you'll have many takers LQ. Unfourtunatly I don't think people here like "Free-roam" RPs. Maybe if you had something to add excitment, right from the get-go you'd attract more people to the RP.

-Lt.Hawk

[Nickodemus]

well, it will get exciting. i just havent put that in yet..... jeesh, its called suspense.

[Vhaeraun]

Interesting...

If I did sign up, I would definitely want to be the Security person.

[Ragnarox]

Well lets see...I'm already interested, but I can't decide between the Zoologist or the Construction advisor...if somebody else chooses one of those I'll take whats left, but dibs on whats left.

[WarBrood]

dibs on zoologist

[Ragnarox]

dibs on zoologist

I guess that makes me the construction boss...:)

[WarBrood]

Oh btw...if earth is overcrowed I dont think moving 1000 people will do much of a change considering there is like 4 billion

(btw i just made up the pop count i dont really know how much...but its probley close)

[Magmaniac]

actualy, nearly twice that warbrood

[Ragnarox]

Plus, I don't think you would want to send half of humanity to an untested colony in the far off reaches of space and risk loosing half your industry.

[WarBrood]

well 1000 is just a pinch in the ass of, i guess 8 billion now...still over crowded

[singo]

Six billion, and I'll sign up.

Anyone want comms? no, okay, I'll do that then.

[Nickodemus]

when you all wish, put up your character Bios. no need for stats or anything other than that. also. personal effects you might take with you. please note that i might limit that so dont go over board please....

[Ragnarox]

well 1000 is just a pinch in the ass of, i guess 8 billion now...still over crowded

What I meant was that you don't want to send 4 bilion people to an untested colony and risk all of them dying and loosing a huge chunk of your economical backbone.

Whats up with this 5'x5'x5' stuff now?

What do you want on the profile?

[Nickodemus]

O.k. Sheets

Name:
Race:
Age: not above 30. they wanted bright, young minds for this
Bio:

man, You just shouldn't post late at night when your tired. lol

you all can rite up the Bio from a dossier writen by the goverment, or explain it in your day long furlough. Its up to you.

[Nickodemus]

:: Mission Control ::
::Briefing room ::

A millitary man stands at a podium in the front of the room. A projection screen hangs behind him.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. As you all know the Earth is over crowded and you are the first five to graduate from the Colony program. YOu ship is called Colony One. SHe is 1000 meters long and has enough of the basic equipment to get you to your destination. It runs on a Nuclear fusion drive wich was built by the Army core of Engineers, We didn't want to trust this project to the "lowest bidder" syndrome. But enough about the ship, you all have seen the specs, and know the details. ( think the ship from 2001/2010 and you'll get the look. ) I'm sure the real reason you all are actually interested in this briefing is the target. Ceti-4 it is called has a virtually exact make up of Earth, minus the humans messing it up. Size is relativly large at 4 times the Earths. Ceti-4 also has 5 Large to mid sized moons. Deep space probes have picked up Large lush forests on most of the northern hemisphere as well as some plains and lakes. Southern half of the continent has mountainous regions and a large desert. Two polar caps, the one in the North being the largest. Now, we have to keep you in isolation after this briefing, we have had the enviromental terrrist group PETE (People for the Ethical Threatment of Earths ) making threats so be on your toes. You have 24 hours for shore leave till we get going. Keep your cells on you at all times in case we need to contact you for any reasons. Now, in case i missed anything i would like to open up the Q and A section of the program. Any questions?"

*** Please post your days activities. Let us know about your characters, then get yourself back to mission control. I'll give anyone else a couple more days to join. If not then they just died in a freak accident.... <grin>

[singo]

Name: John Silence
Race: Human (British)
Age: 26

Bio: After obtaining a degree in communications technology, John signed up with the UESA (United Earth Space Agency) and distinguished himself on the exosolar space stations. After two years working on them he had already won several agency awards, he was promoted after saving Exosolar Seven from leaving solar orbit and plunging off into deep space. When the Colony One project was announced he immediately volunteered and was approved for the Seti-4 attempt. So here he is (if its not detailed enough just say and I'll add more stuff)

Personal effects: Clothes, CD's, a CD player, Books and a picture of his home in the lake district. Nothing really special apart from his collection of interplanetary communications manuals that he needs for his job.

[Vhaeraun]

First off, how can we be experts in our fields if we are under 30? Normally experts are 35+ >_>

Anyway, here is teh character :D

Name: Darren "Dazza" Smith
Race: Human (Australian)
Age: 29
Bio: Dazza was born an aboriginal to the Australian Outback. His father was one of the best kangaroo herders who ever lived (kangaroos are known to enter towns and steal various things for their young. Dazza's father was the one responsible for keeping them out)

Dazza picked up the trade after his father died, but he wanted more. Giving the business to some friends, he went to America so he could make something of his life there. Not finding much of anything to use his skills on, he took up being a security guard, being a rather successful one because who in their right mind would pick a fight with a 6'5" 180lb Australian with a huge displayed bowie knife? After a few years of this, he heard about the Colony project. He caught wind that they had a need for security personnel, he went into the project. Passing easily, he was set as the first person to have the roll for monitoring security on other worlds.

Personal Effects: Large machete he got when his father died, picture of his home down under, various other small knick-knacks he brought with him from Aussie.

[Nickodemus]

good bios people: also, your stelar people. they want the best of the best, and the early age is because you are going to be in cryo for 10 years, younger bodies handle it better than older.

[rnsprivateeye]

I shall join. I want to be security. I'll post my stats here in a little.

[Nickodemus]

sorry, please check the first page
the only thing left is Botonist and I give Hawk a day to get it, otherwise its up for grabs

[Nickodemus]

everyone recieves a call from Control.

"Process has been delayed a day due to bad weather conditions. We are adding two staff to your group. One will be a Mechanical engineer. The other will be a Linguist. Please be back at Controll in two days time. Launch will be at 0930."

[Protoss_Honor]

I shall be the Mech Engineer. If that is okay with lordquimby.

Name: Shawn Ashton
Age: 29
Race: Human (American)
Appearance: 6' 10" black hair, black eyes, muscular, oil stains on his tanned skin.
Bio: He was a child prodigy in mechanical engineering. He spent all his time building mechanical stuuf, and reading about other great mech engineers. Then when he was 16 he enrolled in the University of Mechanical Engineering, and 5 years later graduated with top honors. (it usually takes 6 years to graduate.) A year after that he got a job working for a big corperation. He became the chief engineer in just 3 years, and for the rest of the time until he was selected for the colony mission, he worked there, and in his free time (which he had very little of) he worked on his speeder.
Personal Effects: Dark sunglasses. Blue, oil stained overalls. Black shirt underneath. A Silver baseball cap. Brown leather gloves. A sliver plated wrench welded onto a gold stand. An alarm clock/radio he built himself. A mini robot servant he also built himself. An antigrav speeder. And a huge tool kit containing every tool know to man. (took him quite awhile to collect them all.)

[Ragnarox]

Name: Korso Lancaster
Race: Human (Multi-Cultural)
Age: 30
Bio: Korso was a crew boss for the famous Crayvn Construction Corporation back on Earth and was involved with the construction of the Sol Shipyards way back in Sol system. Because Korso had a talent for organizing people and getting the job done fast, right and safely as such he was chosen by Crayvn higher ups to go on some kind of space colonization mission. Korso didn't know if it was for the good of the stockholders, or the good of the human race. Korso accepted and soon enough he was sent off with the rest of the colonization fleet with a work force of 50. He would need more to build what he was going to build.
Appearance: Tall, 6' 11" and weighing in at 230 lbs. Heavy muscular build and rock solid face. His apperance betray his personality though as he often is the more lax bosses on the job. Usually is wearing cargo jacket, cargo pants and a hard hat while on the job. Heavy leather gloves stained usually with some kind of material. Tools on multiple harnesses while on the job.

[Nickodemus]

Note: Added the other two jobs. Protoss_Honor is Engineer. Linguist is open

Everyone please post what you do for the two days before we lift off. remember you need to get youselfs back to Control.....

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer
On leave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shawn spends his two days of leave doing what he loves best, working. He finally had a chance to finish his antigrav speeder. For two straight days he worked on completing his speeder. He was in the middle of putting on the finishing touches and getting ready for a test drive, when the call came to get ready to leave and report to control.
“How long do I have until I have to report in?”
“Two hours.”
“Oh good, plenty of time.”
“Plenty of time for what?”
“Nothing. Very well, thank you for the notice, goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Cory went back to working on his speeder, and half an hour later was ready to test drive it. He got on, put on his helmet, started it up, and suddenly blasted off at about 50 mph. He did a fast turn, right before he hit a brick wall. He did a few laps around his work yard, before he landed, threw his suitcases, and toolkit onto the speeder then blasted off and headed for the control center.



(ooc) How is that LQ? Can he take the speeder with him?

[singo]

John Silence
Communications
On Leave


John was quietly reading in front of the fire when the phone rang, and was suprised when it was from the UESA.

"This friday? certaintly, Ill be on location tomorrow, I assume travel arrangementsd have been taken care of? no?, okay then."

Typical apathetic bloody organization, two days warning AND he had to provide his own transport. Still it was the only way into space, for the time being.

He then had to arrange transport to Houston, despite the fact that it was a multinational effort, it was easier to commandeer the old US equipment at the mission control than to build a new one. and once he had all the gear checked there then it was on to florida to get aboard the Mass Orbital Conveyance System (MOCS), or Big F***-off Lift as it was unnoficially named. A two hundred mile elevator, free transport into space as it had a net energy use of zero, the stuff going down provided the power for the stuff going up.

"Right, now to book a maglev car under the atlantic" he said to himself

Still, was only a few hours with the new maglev train network, plenty of time.

[SpeedyWorm1]

IM LINGUiST [or botanist if possible.

I WAS going to write my bio but i g2g upmpire. Ill write it 2night.

[iHawk]

Sorry Q, as of late I won't have enough time to join this RP. You can give the Botanist to someone else.

[WarBrood]

(ooc--sorry im late to post sheet...i might not get it all done right now because of work but i will try...what i cant i will finish later)

Name: Lucia Benzote
Race: Xyboniaco...she was captured by the americans and stuck in Area 51....jk im a canadian (or am i?????)
Age: 21
Bio: Lucia grew up and always had a facination with animals, both her parents worked at a zoo as veternatians and she would always go to work with them to watch. All through grade school she didnt care about anything but learning about animals...She wanted to know everything. By grade five she could resite the entire Animal Dictionary, in reverse alphebetacle order. And in grade seven her parents even started asking her questions about animals that they did no know. And at grade eight Lucia was highered part time at the zoo. Not yet officialy allowed to work on the animals due to laws, she did anyways. Secretly she was the best veternarian at the zoo. By the time Lucia finished High School she knew about almost every animal, and even discovered a few herself on her trip to the rainforest. The only animals she didnt know, where the ones she had yet to personal find. She finished an entire four year university course within a month, and most that time she spent talking with the professor teaching him. Lucia passed the course with the highest marks ever recorded, and that mark being 100. Lucia was offered a job as an deep sea diver in search of new animal races, and she accepted. Within one year Lucia discovered more underwater than anyone ever could possibly dream. Not only did she find some new species, she map out behariour maps on animals that scientist could not figure out in years.
Equipment: First Aid kit, for humans and animals. Laptop, Handgun (for saftey while handling dangerous animals) and a backpack full of books, plus two suitcases full of clothing

*Ring* Lucia jumped up and ran to the phone, "Hello?"

"May I speak with Lucia Benzote?"

"speaking, what can I help you with?"

"Let me introduce myself, I am Greg Fernezz, head of the UESA. I have personaly called you offering you a job of a life time."

"keep speaking, you have my interest."

"I have heard much about you and have been watching you very closly for the past couple months, I belive you are exactly the zoologist I am looking for. We at UESA are conducting a search, a search for a new habitat for mankind, and I would like you to join the task force. We need your skills to be able to find animals that may be usefull to us on the planet Ceti-4. Are you in?

"I am IN!"

"Great! I expected you to say that, we just need you to come in and we will put you through the basic astronaught training.

[Ragnarox]

Korso Lancaster
Construction
On Leave
**************

Korso looked down from his clipboard into the cargo container, then glanced back at the clipboard again. After a few seconds, Korso looked down from the high-rise to a shipping officer and asked, "This compartment is supposed to contain Aluminum, Germanium and Carbon Fiber, all I see is high-strength steel, wheres the other junk?"

The officer put her hands on her hips, tapped her foot, thinking for a second before responding, "Maybe there was a shipping mix up, I bet it's on the other containers."

Korso glared and said, "Thats the fourth shipping mix up today. Sometimes I wonder if UESA is trying to kill us."

"I'll get on it right away sir." replied the officer, who then went running off to the communications booth.

Korso walked over to the next crate, and checked his clipboard. Mono-Filament Bisal threads eh? Korso thought as he was about to open the cargo container when his cellphone rang violently. Korso cursed under his breath as he answered the call quickly.

"Hello? Yes I would be. Yes. Yes. Two days? But sir, we are having some very serious shipping problems here, at this rate we won't--. No sir. Okay, yes sir I understand. I'll clear things up before launch."

Good day to you to...Colonel.Korso thought as he collapsed the phone an put it back in his pocket. The person who was on the other line was the one U.S military advisor on the project. Colonel Karren Makaan of the U.S Air Force. She would be the military overseer of the project that would report to the general embassies on Earth.

Two days until space...I can't wait... Korso thought as he opened the crate and was not suprised to see...another mix up. Aluminum tubes and glass conduits for plasma reactors. Korso sighed and continued his thought as he checked off another mess up on the clipboard, Then again...maybe I have to.

[Nickodemus]

O.K. Hawk is out, he does not wait. sy from what i can tell we have botonist left open. Umm, the hover bike is ok. Speedyworm1 gets the linquist unless he changes his mind.. write up your sheet. I'll post us starting soon ( 1 more day.) and then the fun starts....

[Nickodemus]

<Mission Control>

“Sir all system checks are go on Challenger two. We have green lights on everything. Moon base reporting all clear for tomorrows launch, they have landing strip operational in case of any problems that might arise.”
“Good. Send notification to General Austin and inform him of our status.”
“Aye sir.”

People move about the control room accessing computers, running errands and the like totally unaware of the Janitors making their way to the back up computer terminals….

::In a hushed silence::

“Nicolai, Do you have access?”
“Da. I’m inputting the program now.”
“Good, lets get out of here. American security was never very good was it?”
“Nope, I think I could take a picture in here and no one would be the wiser.
+
“The problem is you Ruskies are messing with the wrong dumb terminal. Idiots. Take them away.”
Four MP’s take them away as they are heard to say….

“You can not stop us, we are everywhere. Pegasus is doomed!!”


"ALright everyone back to work. He have Humanity to save. And people are counting on you!!"

Everyone then gets back to running their checks and routines.

the clock reads

:: 19 hours 45 minute 24 seconds ::

[SpeedyWorm1]

Name: Kyle Freedman
Age:13
Race:American
Profession:Linguist
Bio: A extremely intelligent teenager, he became a linguist when he was walking in from a thunderstorm, tripped and a bolt of lightning hit his head and went straight through it to the ground. This stimulated his brain so that he understood any living creature he had EVER heard talking [dolphins whales canadians]. He can also translate languages that he has never heard before extremely quickly just by listening to the launguage being spoke.

Equipment:Tranquilizer gun, Toothbrush, Flare gun , Journal to record the 500+ languages he knows, Clothing , Books, Palm Pilot, Laptop, Parrot named Alexander and dog named Mykenzie and his favorite board games, Scrabble and Boggle. Because he can communicate with other species easily he does not need any lethal weapons.
As he was having a chat with his Dog and Parrot he received a call-

Hello this is UESA, May I talk with Kyle Freedman?

This is Kyle Freedman

Just the guy I was looking for, The UESA is trying to find other planets to colonize and your skills would be useful in our attempt to discover whether planet Ceti-4 is sutible for colonization. Would you like to help as a linguist?

Oh yeah im in. Can I take my Parrot and Dog?

Of course.



Furlough: Spent studing his work and getting his master's degree from Harvard in FLTE [Foreign Launguage Teacher Education].

[Nickodemus]

You each recieve a call on your cels.

"We have knowledgable intel that one of you has been targeted. Please report to base imediatly. Your lives are in danger. Measures are being taken to inform your local goverments and have your direct families protected for the time being."

[Protoss_Honor]

You each recieve a call on your cels.

"We have knowledgable intel that one of you has been targeted. Please report to base imediatly. Your lives are in danger. Measures are being taken to inform your local goverments and have your direct families protected for the time being." A. Is the two day furlo over? cause I am already heading for the contol center place. B. I have no direct family. That is why I volunteered for this mission. If it proves fatal, I will not leave anyone behind. I am not a loner, I just don't have a real family.

[Sirion]

I'll take the last spot. I'll write up my character sheet later, busy.

[WarBrood]

While Driving her car down the freeway Lucia cell phone starts to ring in her lap. Taking her hand off the wheel answering it she spoke, "Hello, Lucia speaking"
""We have knowledgable intel that one of you has been targeted. Please report to base imediatly. Your lives are in danger. Measures are being taken to inform your local goverments and have your direct families protected for the time being."

"I am already on my way" Handing up the phone, Lucia thought she was home free to get to the base. Her eyes then darted to the suv next to her. Its windows where all tinted and she could not see a damned thing inside. then. BAM! Her side window shattered into thousands of little peices and a bullet skimmed her forehead slightly cutting it. Oh my god! I dont want to die! And I wont Lucia slammed on her gas and flew away..but they did the same thing and where right on her tail. Bullets flew past her but none landed home. Quicly dialing 911 on her cell Lucia held the phone to here ear. But somehow her signal was blocked. Bam! her drivers side mirror was shot off by a shotgun shell. Lucia reached under her seat and grabed her handgun. "Here goes nothing." Lucia stuck the gun out the door and blindly shot...nothing...She fired again and a loud pop sound filled the air. She hit the tire. The suv swirved and crashed into a barricade on the shoulder of the highway. Thank you god!

[Protoss_Honor]

Shown Ashton
Mech engineer
Hover biking
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
On his way to the control center, his cell phone starts ringing, "Damn! Why can't they ever call when I am not busy?"
"Sir, probably because you are always busy."
"Thank you Reg." (Reg is his robot.)
"Your welcome sir."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Of course sir."
"Reg, reach into my pocket and grab that damn phone, and patch the call through the hover bike speaker."
"Of course sir." Reg extends his extendable arm and pulls out the cell phone and plugs it into the hoverbike connector.
"This is Shawn, what do you want?"
"We have knowledgable intel that one of you has been targeted. Please report to base imediatly. Your lives are in danger. Measures are being taken to inform your local goverments and have your direct families protected for the time being."
"Too late. I am already on the way."
"But your furlough wasn't supposed to end for another 5 hours."
"I was bored."
"Huh? Bored on furlough?"
"Sir, my advice is not to question it. I have learned that when the creator doesn't make sense to others, it is in your best intrest not to question him."
"Ashton, who was that?"
"Reg? Introduce yourself to the kind voice."
"I am Reg X1-171 Artificial Intelligence Processor G-362/A-67-1 Modified Working Class Robot 6G-7Q12."
"Very good Reg."
"Thank you sir."
"ASHTON!"
"What?"
"This is a serious matter."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, no get over hear right now!"
"Too late. I just arrived."
"Then get your butt in here!"
"Of course sir!"

[Nickodemus]

exactly, run with it like that. I'll post mission brief and intell in a day or two....

[SpeedyWorm1]

I was going to write my bit of how I got there but 13 year old's cant drive. Fl_lCK! Can I say I rode on dolphins and some people shot missells from a sub? And whos dumb enough to kill humanity's only hope?

[Vhaeraun]

Dazza was sitting on his bed sharpening his machete. He had to be sure it was to perfect sharpness. While they were told that Ceti-4 was uninhabited, there was bound to be some wildlife, so he would hunt himself a souvienir for show when he returned home.

He finished, and went down to the bar downstairs and got a glass of vodka. (Dazza lives above a bar. He and the bar owner are friends) Dazza was through his thrid glass, when someone yelled near the phone, "Is there a Darren Smith here anywhere? He has a call."

Dazza quickly drank the fourth glass, and walked over to the phones. Someone on the other side said, "Darren Smith?"

Gruffly sighing, Dazza says, "It is Dazza. Who are you and what the devil do you want? I am relaxing."

"We have knowledgable intel that one of you has been targeted. Please report to base imediatly. Your lives are in danger. Measures are being taken to inform your local goverments and have your direct families protected for the time being."

Dazza laughs, "Knoowledgable Intel? What the devil does that mean? If I am the one who has been targeted, let 'em come. I would enjoy a little tussle before getting whisked away to some far away planet with no inhabitants to tussle with."

Without waiting for a response, he hung up the phone. He turned to the guy closest to the phone and said, "If they call back, tell them I said Piss off."

Dazza smiled and walked back to the bar. He said "gimme a cold one and some steak off the barbie."

Dazza was waiting for the beer and steak when a hot woman walked up to the bar. Dazza looked her up and down and said, "What are ya havin', sweetie?"

She looks at the rugged Australian and says, "A martini."

Dazza nods and shouts to the bartender walking out of the kitchen with a steak and beer, "Gimme a martini for the lady also."

The bartender smiled and handed the steak and beer to Dazza. He walked away and returned minutes later with a martini. Handing it to the woman, he walked off to help someone else. Dazza ate the steak ferociously, and he could feel the woman's eyes burning into him. He always knew that women liked the rugged outdoor men. Finishing the steak, he slid the plate to the bartender who was sauntering up with a second beer, which Dazza accepted after drinking the one he had.

Turning to the woman, he asked, "So what's yer name?"

The reply was timid, yet it rang strong, "Melissa."

Dazza said, "G'day Mel. M'name's Darren, but me friends call me Dazza for short. What is a cute thing like you doing in a hellhole like this? This bar doesn't see many people like you, as I bet you have already guessed by the stares you are getting."

She gasped and said, "How did you notice the stares? You barely moved your eyes."

Dazza chuckled, "These eyes are quick, and see more than their share of details. Living down under teaches your eyes to be faster than your thoughts, and your actions even faster. Now, ya still haven't answered my question."

Melissa smiled seductively, and said, "Me and my boyfriend just broke up. I needed a drink, and this was the closest place. I didn't know the people here didn't take so kindly to new faces."

Dazza looked her in the eyes and stated, "We take kindly to new faces, especially if they look anything like yours."

Melissa said, "Well, I needed to think. See, I was living with my boyfriend, but when we broke up, he kicked me out. I've got to find out where I can stay tonight."

Dazza knew where she was going with this. She was coming on to him. He knew he was attractive, but not so much to be hit on by hot women. Still, he looked better than most in the bar, so he said, "I've got me a place upstairs. It is empty in there more often than not, so you could probably spend the night with me. I've got to be going somewhere tomorrow, so I might as well live it up while I've got a chance."

Dazza stood up and led Melissa to the stairs, and they went up into his room. Dazza could almost hear the room below groan as they realized they had just lost their chance...

[Ragnarox]

Korso Lancaster
Construction
Ahhh Crap.
**************

Korso put away his cellphone after he received the waning call as he quickly boarded the international subterrainian tunnel system. The highspeed monorail could move nearly as fast as one of the old comercial airliners could fly.

"One pass to Florida, one way." Korso said to the A.I ticket despenser.

"Please insert three credits." responed the A.I in a mechanical voice.

Sheesh, three credits for a train ride...whats this world coming to. Korso thought as he rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet.

Korso paid his fee and boarded the silver tube like train and took a seat on the nearest bench. After a few more minutes, the kilometer long train began to move, moderately slowly at first, the came to a head a few seconds later. As the train went by at high speeds the inertial dampeners lowered the effect of the acceleration of the passengers.

Korso liked these trains, he helped build them after all...

Soon enough Korso was a sleep. Two hours later, the A.I broadcast system announced their approach to the Florida station one. According to the UESA, federal agents would be waiting to escort them from any station. Korso gathered himself up and waited at the verticle, crecent shapped sliding doors of the train. The massive vehicle began to slow down as a series of white lights began to pass by on the outside of the tunnel.

"Attention: Train currently approaching Florida, Tallahassee station." announced the A.I.

The train began to go by a series of waygates that were the exits, since the train was a kilometer long, there were several exits, forty to be exact and each one lined up with a designated waygate. Eventually the train came to halt, the #13 waygate came into view in front of the train exit that Korso was standing at. Shortly after stopping the hiss of hydraulics flared out and the sliding doors opened to a few dozen people waiting at the waygate.

Korso stepped onto the concrete floor and began walking towards the waygate. A man dressed in a black suit with black shades, an earpeice and short cropped hair walked towards Korso. The man remined Korso of Agent Smith. Korso began to become anxious, thinking it was one of the people after his life that was mentioned in that phone conversation. The man walked right up in front of Korso and took off his glasses. The man asked, "Mr. Lancaster, Korso Lancaster?"

"Umm...yes sir that would be me. Who are yo-" Korso began to resond. Before he could fully ask the question, the man reached his hand out for a hand shake and said, "My name is Mr. Cassy, I am a personnel agent for the UESA."

Korso was relieved, he grabbed Mr. Cassy's hand and said, "It's a pleasure, I'm glad the UESA is so responsable."

Sometimes...Korso thought simultaniously as he thought of the crates.

"Come, we must move quickly as not to attract too much attention and put your life in jepordy." said Mr. Cassy, and with that Korso followed Mr. Cassy up to the surface where a car was waiting on the busy street. Mr. Cassy opened the side door and Korso climbed in. Mr. Cassy quickly closed the door and climbed into the driver seat. Quickly starting the car, and they drove off, heading for Control.

[singo]

John Silence
Communications
Mission Control

John Silence was not especially worried about the call, but he supposed he had better react to it anyway, for forms sake. Cant have the public's heroes taking bombshells like that in their stride, might give them the wrong idea.

"Well, any bugger daft enough to try anything inside mission control deserves what they will get." The United Earth Military had a strong presence here, even though this was a civilian operation.

John finished what he was doing and crawled backwards out of the communications computer.

"Right, thats that sorted then, okay, where is the nearest mag-tube, got to get to the Orbital Conveyance in time for the final breifing"

They showed him and he was off, on his way to space.

[Nickodemus]

"report sergeant."
"All members accounted for. We have 8 guards in the infirmary because we let Gazza have too much to drink and he didn't want to come yet."
"You mean our damn ship commander is drunk."
" No sir, hes an aussie. They get drunk less than the Irish."
"Well, good then get them in here."
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You all file into the room and take your seats. General Austin looks at you all and begins to speak.

" I have some good news. We are leaving early, It seems we picked up some intel that you all got tagged and their is a hit on you by one of those damn terrorist organizations."
"What the fuck do they care about sir? If you don't mind me asking? Sir."
"well, while you all have been training we have left you intentionaly in the dark as to world events. Seems China and Korea both Colapsed. Just went all anarchy on us and no longer have goverments. Things are very dear at this moment. We managed to get strike teams in there to disable the Nukes just before then though so we are safe but it turns out as you probably guessed it that they blame us. Buggers are mad as hell. So, we want you all off our little piss-ant rock and on your way. Lift off is in 5 hours, you have 1 to get your asses into flight suits and into that shuttle. debreefing then. Dismissed

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<one hour later>

"O.k. Gentleman here is your flight plan, Challenger 2 is gonna take you up into orbit were you will rendevous with Pegasus. You all know the damn details from the training so i'm not gonna waste your time. from their Pegasus will head out of system straight upp just for enough to get its drives the ability to activate. At that time you will set the nav computers, prep the beds, run a couple of systems checks and get yuor asses to bed before the ships drives go and turn you all into pancakes in the rear. Any questions?
"Sir, you haven't handed out assignments for the ship."
"Damn, knew i forgot something...assignments are as follows. commander while on ship is Dazza, second in comm is Shawn. And John, your in charge of getting everyones systems checked so that they get a good sleep on the trip."
"Yes sir."
"O.k. then. Load up."

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After all the checks and double checks are done by the crew. Countdown officially begins.

accross the screen you all see the General. " Gods speed people. Remember you are our hope for humanity so don't blow it. <pause> good luck. Earth out."

Launch in 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...GO!

Challenger lifts off the ground with ease and everything goes well and docks with Pegasus in no time and you get the green light to run checks on her as you board. A message waits for you at the main console. "Gentlemen, welcome aboard you new home. Hope you got everything off the Challenger, it just undocked and is coming home." You all look out the windows on that side to see Challenger pull off a flawless undocking maneuver and head back towards Earth. It gets about halfway there and then explodes.....



<OCC> well, get up some dialogue and write up your duties and get going. once everyone gets into their tubes. I'll jump in and head you out K? Also, I need Sirions post done, Dont worry about your forlough, you stayed at the base....

[SpeedyWorm1]

Kyle spends his time doing what he did on furlough and trying to translate everything Dazza says ^^.
He also is beating everyone at Boggle and Scrabble.

[Nickodemus]

:: Incoming Message ::

" damn, forgot the kid again. You get the communications relays going onboard Pagasus and align the main radar to home ok kid? Check all of those out and make a report to the commander, who also is gonna be a pilot. I need some sleep people so you will excuse me if i forget things. I'm an old man an wrestling took its toll on my head. So lets get this ship going. Earth out."

<occ> kid is the refrence to Kyle by the general.

[Sirion]

Name: David Ether
Race: Human
Age: 17
Bio: David was always fascinated by plants on earth; though he never thought he would use his skills for survival. He joined the service personel at a greenhouse full of rare and exotic plants, where he astounded many researchers with his knowledge. He was quickly promoted, and distinguished himself among the best. He was chosen for this mission because of his expertise in the area. But he almost failed because of his physical condition. He immediatly started jogging, and discovered a natural talent. He now jogs whenever he can.
Belongings: Several botany books, an Creative Z3(MP3 player), A bag of close, a pocket knife, and a chemical testing kit to check properties of plants. He also has a few things that will be left behind on earth (I.E. GPS)

[Vhaeraun]

Dazza led Mel downstairs the next morning and got a couple drinks for them. Since it was early, the bar was empty. Mel said, "Wow. Where did you learn how to do that? I've never had anyone that good."

Dazza laughed, "Being an Aussie teaches ya things that most people don't know. And just so ya know, ya don't 'ave me. I 'ave a mission to do which will take a while, and you will 'ave to move on in that time. I'm sorry, mate, but we can't take this 'lationship any fahther (farther) cuz I ain't gonna be around for the next 10 years or so.."

Mel frowned and said, "Sure. Just my luck. I find a guy I think I can spend my life with, and he dumps me before we can do anything more than have sex."

Dazza grabs her shoulders and says, "I ain't dumping ya, Mel. I wish we could be more. You are beaut to be with. However, I've got a mission for the UESA. That is gonna take me a few years to work through. I'm sorry, mate, but we can't be more."

Mel says, "Ah. That explains it. UESA. Damn government steals everything from me. First my job, then my house and car. Now you. Do one last thing for me. Give me a proper farewell."

Dazza smiles and says, "I can do that. I've got some free time right now."

He grabs her and lays her on the top of the bar and climbs on top....

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Dazza looks at Mel's serene breathing as she lays on the bar. He gave her one helluva workout, and she passed out. Dazza buttoned his pants and woke her up. She sat up and said, "Wha? What happened?"

Dazza smiled at her. He said, "Ya need to wake up. The boozer is about to open, and you can't be laying in the nuddy when the regs come in. Not safe for ya."

She nodded and climbed down and collected her clothes. Dazza gave her a kiss, then said, "You can live upstairs until you find a place. Tell the owner to continue charging it to my tab. Me and him are friends, and he'll make sure you are alright. I willl be back, I just don't know when."

With that, Dazza left the bar, leaving Mel standing there naked holding her clothes. Shaking her head, she turned and plodded crestfallenly toward the stairs leading to Dazza's room.

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Dazza got closer to Mission control and found a bar which was quite close, so he went in and got a few drinks. He felt bad about everything that happened today, but he knew that Mel would have a good life without him.

Dazza walked over to the phone after a few drinks and called Mission Control. He said, "I'm at a boozer about 5 minutes from ya. I'll be there when I get ready."

Smiling, he hung up the phone and returned to the counter. He got a couple more vodkas, then went to play some pool.

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After a quick game of pool, Dazza was counting the cash he had won. He had about 300 dollars more now. He sat down at the bar and got one last vodka, and was just finishing it when a group of men entered the bar. The lead one said, "Is there a Darren Smith here?"

Dazza raised his hand, and the leader of the group said, "Please come with us."

Dazza finished the vodka, then got another, openly defying the apparent order. The man said again, "Come with us willingly, and we won't have to resort to using force."

Dazza laughed, "Force? Use as much force as ya like. Ya still ain't bringing me in when I ain't ready."

The 8 men approached and surrounded Dazza. Nonchalantly, he removed his machete from his belt and handed it handle first to the bartender, saying, "Hold this. I wouldn't want to be tempted to use it."

Dazza stood up and cracked his neck. It happened in minutes. One of the men lunged for Dazza, and Dazza spun, cracking the man's face into the bar, shattering his jaw. One grabbed for Dazza, and subsequently got his arm snapped in three places before getting decked with a mean right hook. Two more went forward, and both went down in a heap when their faces slammed together sharply. The other four lunged simultaneously, but Dazza wasn't there for them to grab. He had spun out of the way, and the four crashed over the counter. Dazza leapt over and landed on them, crushing the air out of them, and said into the leader's ear, "Never call me Darren and expect to overpower me."

Dazza stood up and retrieved his machete from the bartender, and hopped over the counter and went to Mission Control.


(OOC: As soon as someone posts, I will finish the post. I thought it was too long to include in this part.)

[Sirion]

David had waited for this moment for a long time. He slipped on his space suit, which closed suprisingly tight to his skin. His visor flashed on, and the word "welcome" came on.

"Hello Mr. Ether. I will be your personal AI for this trip." Said a voice into his ear.

"Hello." David replied simply.

"Mr. Ether-"

"David."

"David, launch is about to begin, you had better get onboard the shuttle."

David glanced at his wrist watch.

Thirty minutes to deadline, crap! I slept that long?!

David grabbed his bag and ran out of the barracks that he'd slept in last night. He could see the shuttle port, only a couple dozen meters away. He ran as fast as he could, but something caught his eye.

"David, why are you stopping, we need to get onboard the shuttle."

David didn't respond. He quickly pulled out his pocket knife and cut a flower from the ground. He slipped it into his bag, and then ran for the shuttle. The automatic doors open just fast enough as he dashed through the station.

"Five minutes to countdown." Said a voice on the intercom.

David was in front of the shuttle. He quickly pulled out his ID and swiped it through the scanner. The door slid open, and he dashed up to the control room.

"Thought you wouldn't make it!" Said someone with an Austrailian accent. Dazza? No time to thing. David quickly through his bag into a compartment, shut the door, and strapped himself in.

"5...4...3...2...1...GO!"

David sighed with relief. He'd made it just in time. The pressure of the lift off pushes him back into his seat. He looked out of the front window as the clouds turned to sky, and the sky turned to space. The spacestation was right in front of them now. The ship turned sideways, and there was a little bump as it docked.

David grabbed his bag out of the compartment, then got off board. He settled down onto a bench nearby, when an explosion rocked the station. He ran to the window to see bits of shrapnel from what was once the challenger flying about in space.

"Sir, are you ok?" Asked the AI in his helmet, "Your heart is beating abnormally fast."

"I'm...I'm fine, just a little shocked...that's all."

"Ok sir."

[Vhaeraun]

Dazza walked calmly into Mission Control. He went to the front desk, and said, "There is a boozer about 5 minutes away that has 8 of your guards unconscious in it. Thought you should know."

Smiling, he walked away and was directed to where he was supposed to be, and got the meeting. Soon, he went and got changed into his suit. Sadly, he had to take his knife and put it into his bag, as he couldn't have it on his body when they took off.

He was in the cockpit of the Challenger first, and smiled as he looked at the controls. He began the preflight set up, and he subconsciously registered that he was missing one of the crew. Just when it though the time was over and they would have to leave that person, David came in and sat down. Dazza said with a chuckle, "Thought ya wouldn't make it."

Seconds later, the rocket lifted off and was in space. They docked without a hitch, and as the crew left the rocket, Dazza said with a second chuckle, "Space, the final frontier. These are the adventures of the starship Earth."

Someone said, "Dazza, shut up."

Dazza knew that this was going to be one hell of a mission.

[iHawk]

Darn too late, just make time for this RP and the botonist is taken :D Tell ya what Q, I'll make up a character with you via PM and a way to squeeze me in ;) If that's ok with you…

[Vhaeraun]

Darn too late, just make time for this RP and the botonist is taken :D Tell ya what Q, I'll make up a character with you via PM and a way to squeeze me in ;) If that's ok with you…

(OOC: You can say the person was already on the station when we docked. That would squeeze ya in :P)

[Nickodemus]

its on and taken care of check ya pm

[Nickodemus]

< Aboard Pegasus >

As you check the Cryo tubes, looking at the extras and stuff. you notice one of them is filled. You have no idea who it is and he is not in regulation uniforms. Just as you think to contact moon base the right side if your ship windows light up. Looking that way you see a small mushroom cloud rising from were it used to be. Comunications are off line and you can not reach Earth either....

<OCC> tag Hawk

[iHawk]

Jack
Human
Intro:

Jack sat in a shiping crate singing to himself as the ship flew towards the Pegasus. "Well, they are definitly leaving, soon ye, ye yeye, yes, soon." Jack murmered slightly twitching twiddling his thumbs. "This is the last supply ship bebe before the crew arives. Then they will flyyyyyyyy waaaaaaay awaaaaaay to Ceti 3." He almost sang that last sentence as the shuttle docked with Pegasus. After all the crates (including the one Jack was in) were unloaded the shuttle left and Jack got out. He wandered until he found the bridge, all shiny lots of lights, knobs, switches, buttons and moniters. Jack let out a low whistle and began speaking in a deep scruffy voice. "Hey baby, when is this here ship headin out to Ceti 3?" No answer, speaking in a comanding Picard-like voice he said. "Computer, when will we depart for Ceti 3?" "1 day 5 hours and 23 minutes." "What no seconds?" "14 seconds."

Jack smiled and actually waltzed over to a cryo-pod. "G'night everypeoples!" He then entered the pod and was instintainiously put into stasis…

Present Day…

Jack woke up seeing six people staring at him, he yawned. "Are we there yet?" A tall guy with a knife spoke with an Australlian accent. "Who the hell are you?" Replying in british accent Jack said. "I am Jack Taylor. Pilot, Murderer and clinicly insane. Now if you'll excuse me." He started to walk off away from them. "Stop right there." He spun on his heel facing them again. "What? You asked your question, I answered, I left. So what seems to be the problem Dazza?" "How did you know my name?" Jack started walking slowly up in a suave mannor. "I now alot of things my large aussie friend, you are a Security speciallist and you are in charge of making sure that all these scientists, linguists, botanists, builders, mechanics, bioligists, dog and parrot are safe. Did I miss anyone?"…

OOC: Tag, and yes he is insane. However he can act very sane and rational at times. Not to mention he is street smart and does not get tricked easily. Here is the char sheet:

Name: Jack Taylor
Race: Human (Canadian)
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Profession: Murderer, Psychotic and Pilot. A regular Jack-of-Trades.
Description: Jack is 5'8'' and rather slim. However he is rather strong, fast and flexable. He had no hair, a gotee, brown eyes and always wears his tuque. He wears a green Hawaiian shirt, blue jeans and a regular belt.
Equptment: PDA, Handgun, and a few knives, he usually just uses whatever he can find to do whatever needs doing.
Bio: No one knows what Jack's original name was or where he came from, but since taking the name "Jack Taylor" he's murdered 14 people, stolen 8 vehicles (from cars to small space ships) and he's been diagnosed with schitzofrenia. (sp) He was eventually caught and sentenced to life working in the Lunar mines. When he caught wind of the Colony 1 mission he escaped the mines killing four men and stowed away on a maintenance shuttle to get on the main ship. He is slightly unstable but you're stuck with him and will have to deal with it.

[Nickodemus]

people, notes here.

the ship doesnt talk. no AI.

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) Hey LQ. What about Reg the Robot? Every year he needs to have a tune up. But if we are in cryogenic stasis for 10 years. He might break down.

"I now alot of things my large aussie friend, you are a Security speciallist and you are in charge of making sure that all these scientists, linguists, botanists, builders, mechanics, bioligists, dog and parrot are safe. Did I miss anyone?"…

You missed Reg the Robot

[Nickodemus]

yup, i did miss that..... just have to hope he is their when you land. in operationable coondition and such. actually i am ok with it, just he is a robot like now a days, not the star wars or AI kind

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc)Actually he does have an AI. It is not very advanced but it is enough, so that he and shawn can have inteligent conversations, when Shawn gets bored with haveing no one around. He can also play most any type of board game invented, chess, checkers, backgammon, chinese checkers, stuff like that. Is that okay LQ? (maybe picture Data only lessed advanced, like the android B4 in Star Trek: Nemesis)

[Sirion]

OOC: LQ, you gotta have AI. You just gotta. Maybe not too advanced, but still theres gotta be AI. Especially in the ship. If you got 1000 people going into deep space in cryo, something has to fly the ship (unless you planned on using a real pilot).

[Nickodemus]

this ship is just the five ( more of you ) the 1000 come later. as for the ship, its an advanced computer but they did all the mapping before hand. Its input coordinates and go. lol

Something less advanced than data maybe ill think about it. but its suppose to be not that advanced here....sure, bring it, thats fine bring the robot and the stuff.

[Nickodemus]

and I happen to be one those TREK haters... bah, bunch of rubbish, so i havent seen the movie, sorry.

[Protoss_Honor]

and I happen to be one those TREK haters... bah, bunch of rubbish, so i havent seen the movie, sorry. It is not rubbish. You just can't appreciate good sci-fi obviously. j/k. I don't take lightly people who insult Star Trek.

[Nickodemus]

<thpppt> har, sorry if i tend to fall into the realist category. people not have moey? not be greedy? har. the only way you can truly have peace on Earth is to wipe out the humans... but i not mean to offend you protos. I just do not like falasies.

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) I was joking. I understand that some people just won't except reality, like you. For some reason you can't except the reality that is Star Trek. That is okay with me.

[iHawk]

Can someone just accept my Tag? Or does no one want to talk to the crazy person?

TALK TO ME!

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer
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"Actually you forgot to mention Reg." Shawn said to Jack.
"Reg? Wh the hack is Reg?" Jack questioned.
"Reg! Come over here and introduce yourself to the kind, crazy man."
"Of course sir."
"Sir?"
Reg comes up and stares at Jack, "Greetings sir, I am, Reg X1-171 Artificial Intelligence Processor G-362/A-67-1 Modified Working Class Robot 6G-7Q12. It is a pleaseure to make your aquaintance."
"Uh, yeah, same here, I guess."

[Sirion]

David wandered around the sspacestation, still trying to overcome the shock of almost being killed. He checked his wristwatch. 12 hours to launch. He continued down the many halls, trying to find something to keep his mind busy. He eventually made his way up to the bridge.

"Hello, sir." Said someone. David absentmindedly responded. He attention was on the moon. A gigantic explosion, bigger than any nuclear bomb, had suddenly appeared on the surface.

"PETE is getting to aggresive." He heard someone say, "They'll destroy us all if this keeps happening. We better prepare for emergency launch, they attack hear as soon as they realise that wasn't where we were launching from."

Alarms started sounding. David, understanding the urgency of the situation, began running to the ship. He arrived as everyone else did.

"What's going on?" Someone asked.

"PETE." David said shortly.

As they began to ready the cryopods, they realized that someone else was already inside one. Dazza pressed a button, and the man thawed out of cryofreeze.

"Are we there yet?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Jack Taylor. Pilot, Murderer and clinicly insane. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Stop right there."

"What? You asked your question, I answered, I left. So what seems to be the problem Dazza?"

"How did you know my name?"

"I now alot of things my large aussie friend, you are a Security speciallist and you are in charge of making sure that all these scientists, linguists, botanists, builders, mechanics, bioligists, dog and parrot are safe. Did I miss anyone?"…

David stood stunned. How did this guy know so much? Who was he for that matter? Was he with PETE?

"Actually you forgot to mention Reg." Shawn said to Jack.

"Reg? Wh the hack is Reg?" Jack questioned.

"Reg! Come over here and introduce yourself to the kind, crazy man."

"Of course sir."

"Sir?"

Reg came up and stared at Jack, "Greetings sir, I am, Reg X1-171 Artificial Intelligence Processor G-362/A-67-1 Modified Working Class Robot 6G-7Q12. It is a pleaseure to make your aquaintance."

"Uh, yeah, same here, I guess."

How can they treat this as such a casual matter? Don't they realize this could be a terrorist we're talking to?!

"Well I, for one, would like to know what you're doing here!" David exclaimed, "Clearance to get on board this spaceship was only given to us, so I'd like to know how someone like you got on."

"David, we don't have time for this. This is an emergency launch! We have to get into stasis now!" Dazza yelled over the siren.

"How do we know he's not a terrorist?! How do we know he hasn't planted a bomb somewhere to blown the ship up?! What are we supposed to then?! Your supposed to protect us, right?! Well protect us!!!"

<Tag Vhaeraun>

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer/
Reg the Robot
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Reg, put this paranoid mans mind at ease. Search this ship for bombs."
"Aye sir. Where should I start?"
"Gee, hmm, Hey Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"If you were going to plant a bomb or bombs on this ship, where would you put them?"


(ooc) Tag LT

[Vhaeraun]

Dazza watched everything go around in circles, and suddenly he is being almost attacked by one of the team members. David was his name. Dazza said, "Relax, mate. You're right, I am in chahge (charge) of the security. Howevah (however) I have been a security specialist for longer than the linguist has been alive, so I've learned a few things in my time. This new person doesn't strike me as the type to hurt one of us, and if he does, I'll take care of him, don't worry yerself with it. I got the situation under control. Now, I say we worry more about getting to our destination, and less about who we are with. I passed up a fine young catch to come to this, and I ain't about to ruin it standing around talking."

With that Dazza, went off to find this new "pilot". He found him in the lounge of the space station, sitting back drinking a Zima. Dazza asked, "So who are you really? I need some answers. How the devil did you get here?"

[Nickodemus]

:: Security allert ::

Attention, we have missles inbound, repeat. missles inbound.

"Pegasus, get those damn people in the cryo tubes and go, we will hold them off but you have to leave now."

[Sirion]

David watched as Dazza walked off. He grumbled to himself for a minute, then became aware that everyone else was looking at him. He grabbed his bag, walked over to his storage compartment and threw it in.

"Attention!" Blared the intercom. David jumped, startled; the alarms had gone off now, "We have missiles inbound! Repeat, missiles inbound! This not a drill!"

Adrenaline rushed through Davids body as he ran over to his cryo-pod. He placed his hand on the scanner; it wouldn't open. He tried it again; it still wouldn't open.

There's no time for this!!!

David ran over to a seat in the front and strapped himself in.

"What are you doing here?!" Yelled Shawn

"Cryo-pod isn't working, not enough time to fix it!"

As Shawn began starting the ship up, David glanced out a nearby window. He looked back.

"God help us all..." he murmured

"What?!" Yelled Shawn.

David simply pointed. Shawn looked out the front window.

"Nukes. Three of the." He said grimly. He began pressing buttons at a faster rate.

"Wait a sec." Shawn said, "Where Dazza."

"I thought he went to get Ja-"

They stared at each other for a second, then David said, "I'll call him."

He reached into his pocket and grabbed his cell. He pressed a few buttons, then held it up to his ear.

"Dazza." Came avoice on the other end.

"Get on the ship now, we're leaving!"

<Tag Vhearun>

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) that is what me and ajck are for. Jack is the pilot, I am copilot, I believe. So why are you trying to fly the ship? The pilots would be the last people into the cryo tubes incase something like this happened. got to go be back tomorrow.

[Sirion]

OOC: Oh, sorry, thought Dazza was the pilot, and he was off the ship. My bad, I edited.

[WarBrood]

ooc--- has the Zoologist been totaly forgoten :(

Upon the rest of the crew entering the cryo room they realized something they didnt see before. There was a female already sleeping awaiting arrival. A simple note on the front of her glass read no soliciters

[Nickodemus]

lol, you all have to emerse yourselves

[iHawk]

Jack Taylor
Pilot
Move:

Jack listened intently to what was happening when an alarm rang about missiles heading this way. "Well I can see you are all busy so I'll have to leave." He started to quickly walk away when Dazza stopped him. "Wait, you sai you where a pilot?" "Yes I did, I also said I was leaving." "If you can pilot this ship away from those missiles we won't send you back to the mines." Jack thought for a minute before pointing towards the front of the ship saying. "To the briidge!" He then dashed off still pointing.

Upon entering the bridge he threw someone out of the pilot's seat and grabed on to the controls looking over the counsels. He saw that there were three missiles streaking at them from behind. "Three fireworks cummin from the trailer hitch, flyin thataway!" He said very fast pointing to the left while jerking the ship to the right. One of them asked why Jack was flying while another told him to jump out of the system. "NO BACKSEAT DRIVERS PLEASE." He said over the racket as he doged to the other side trying to loose the missiles.

According to his sensors they would be far enough from the system center in exactly 34 seconds. 33 seconds dodging to stay away from the missiles. 30 seconds swerving around a peice of space rock. 24 seconds missiles closing in, 23, 22, 21, missiles damn close, 19 even closer. 17 seconds Jack notices the engines aren't at full power. 15 seconds Jack sets it to full speed knocking a few people down out running the missiles and reaching the jump point in 6 more seconds…

(OOC) Tag for anyone that wants convos before cryo. (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

OCC: Wagh! Sorry for not being very attentive of the RP. I had my hands full for a while, I guess Korso is already in cryro so...ya.

[SpeedyWorm1]

(OOC) y do we need to go into cyro if were safe? Whatever(OOC). Srry i wasnt exactly keeping up [if i was i woulda typed about 3094 posts] I was playing sports ^^. Back to Buisness.
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As all of the alarms are going off Kyle is calmly walking towards the cockpit. WHen Jack takes over he is at the cockpit to help [hes a pilot? who told me thiS? Well i guess he is?] . As Jack does this Kyle coordinates thier directions. Before they go into cyro Kyle has the ship on the way to Ceti-4.
(OOC)If we DIDNT go into cyro ill erase that.(OOC)


P.S. wtf does OOC mean?

[WarBrood]

ooc= out of contex

[singo]

<OOC> Jump point? we have that kind of advanced tech? wouldnt that make cryosleep unneccasary? I was figuring for a ten year trip maybe 0.9 c? no Translight travel? Ahh hell, nevermind.

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John Silence
Communications

"Missiles? What the hell are they playing at? Real f*ing subtle......"

John could do nothing except hang on as the ship went all over the place, acceleration cancelling out the microgravity and pressing him against the rearward wall. He hadnt joined up to get blown apart by a bunch of nutters with nukes, but he didn't suppose anyone else had either.

Soon enough the ship was jumping however, and it was time to get to his cryo tube.

He set the timer and climbed into his tube, watching the others do the same, he kept watching until the lid sealed itself down and he fell quietly asleep.

[Nickodemus]

<occ> There are no jump points people. Hence the cryo, so get your butts in the tube so we can continue the story. Will post when everyone is in the tubes

[iHawk]

Jack Taylor
Psycho
G'night!

Jack sprung from his seat and dashed to the cryopods. "Well, I'll turn in for the trip. Goodnight fellas!" He then hopped in the pod and shut the door, he quickly fell into stasis…

(OOC) Short and sweet (OOC)

[SpeedyWorm1]

shit........ there goes how many years of my young life? T.T ......

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Kyle walks to his cyro tube sets it on a learning feature. it will now input information to his brain as he sleeps. [something he installed. He reads a loT thats how he found how to make it ^^]
In the 10 years of cyro he learns many things, to many to post here. Lets just say hes taking 10 years of nonstop college courses?

[Sirion]

"Shawn!" David yelled as he realized Shawn was getting into his cryo-pod, "My pod isn't working, can you take a look at it?"

"Sure" Replied Shawn.

They walked over to david's cryo-pod, and Shawn looked at the hand pad.

"Here's the problem, a disconnected wire or two." Shawn said as he switched a few wires and plugged some in, "You should be set now."

"Thanks."

David climbed in and closed his eyes as the cold closed in on him.

[Nickodemus]

Ok, i guess if everyone is in their pods I am waiting for Vahearun(SP?) as the commander to do his post then ill post you all getting into the next chapter. It gonna take character involvment to get your selves imersed in the story but i do say that you all will have rolls to play in the next chapter of our little saga.

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer/
Reg the Robot
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"Okay Reg, remember, watch the controls and make sure we do not run into anything harmful, and also watch the cryopods to make sure they stay in top condition. Got all that?"
"Of course sir."
"Very good, now goodbye Reg, see you in 10 years."
"Good-bye sir."
Shawn climbs into his cryopod and closes the lid, activating it and putting himinto a cryogenic sleep.

[Nickodemus]

And out of the ground the Lord God caused to grow every tree that is pleasing to the sight and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
~GEN 2:9

"Is everything going according to plan?"
"Yes master, the mission will fail and the world will be born anew as you have fortold in the prophecies."
"Good, then start the countdown."
"Yes, my master."
"O and Mister Smith?"
"Yes."
"Go to the temple and pray. Pray for salvation for the sinners, the beggers, and the saints. Salvation is at hand and i shall purge this world for the coming of the Lord."


<Months ago>
<Moon Colony>

A shadowy figure Enters the main hanger were Pegasus is being built. "So, this is the ship. beautiful if i must say so. To bad it has to be destroyed. " He then enters the ship through the maintanence hatch. Acesses the computer systems and begins his work.... "Man was never meant to reach for the stars, we must stay on our eden, and wallow in our own filth till our leader brings us too God's salvation." He then kneels and prays, removes a dagger from his belt and stabs himself....

<later that day>

"Bob we found another Zealot. Check the ship for trouble. How the hell do they get past security? Must be that damn prison up here." Two men show up and they haul off the body while crews run a check of the ship

[singo]

<ooc> *Annoying whiny childish voice* Are we nearly there yet?

[Nickodemus]

<occ> as we all wait for vaehrun (sp) we twiddle our thumbs. If he not post today i will put it up tommorow with his part in it. Damn deamons, lol

[Vhaeraun]

<occ> as we all wait for vaehrun (sp) we twiddle our thumbs. If he not post today i will put it up tommorow with his part in it. Damn deamons, lol


Don't curse the demons. They can pwn you with no trouble.

Anyway, I'll post something today, and then we can go on. I was making sure I was the last one to get into the Pod.

[Vhaeraun]

Dazza was sitting in the ship chilling for a bit, thinking about why the FUCK everything was going the way it was. Why was there a hit on everyone in the mission group? So many questions, not enough answers.

He felt the ship dodge around the missiles someone shot at them, and sighed. There was another question to the list. Why were there missile flying at them?

He stood up and went into the Cryo room. He saw the seven tanks, a couple already filled. He sat down and waited. The quiet was calming, yet deafening. He say down and began thinking about his decisions. Maybe he SHOULDN'T have come on this mission. He practically had the perfect catch on Earth, and had a good life going. Yet, he wanted more. He wanted to be known for something besides living above a bar with a hot woman. He wanted HIS fifteen minutes of fame.

Dazza looked up and watched everyone get into their pods. He wanted to be sure everyone was in there, so he could set the computer and wouldn't have to worry about someone being locked on the ship alone for 10 years.

When there was one pod left open, Dazza stood up and walked to the cockpit. He started setting the computer, when he noticed a couple more missiles flying at him. "Ah BLOODY HELL!" Dazza screamed to no one in particular.

He sat down and strapped in. He was in for a bumpy ride. He grabbed the controls and waited. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for the missiles to get closer. When it seemed impact was imminent, he jerked the controls left, barrel-rolling the ship out of the path of the missile. He could see the next approaching, and waited again. Again at the last possible moment, he jerked the controls right, rolling harmlessly out of the path of the missile.

He let out a cry of victory, and stood up from the controls. He went to the computer and set the trajectory of the path they would need to take to Ceti-4. Checking and double-checking it, he was sure it was right. He smiled as he went back to the cryo room and got into the tube. Closing the door, he sighed a sigh of relief as the cold overtook him, stilling his thoughts for ten years.

[Nickodemus]

"Welcome to the End of the Road."


The ship exited the system and egnited the drive just as Dazza had intended. It got about 5 minutes out of system when the virus struck. No one ever knew what happened from Earth, they had lost contact with Pagasus and recieved telemetry showing no sign. They waited for the computer to send its automated message telling Control that the Mission was proceeding according to plan. No one was paying attention to the radar that fatefull day, they were to busy hoping for the best from their baby. The ship named Pegasus that was to bring hope for humanity.

if Humanity was left, it would tell you that on that fatefull day all hell broke loose, seems that not one but two Terrorist groups as well as a goverment or two were mad that things were not going according to their imaginary plans. WWIII was done. In a blink of an eye Humanities hands were now tied. Moon base was gone. no space station. And Earth a ball of nuclear radiation. But Fate took our Heores on another Journey....

This chapter of our drama leaves our crew to ponder what has gone on, Dazza wakes up first. Looking at what is left of the ship that crash landed on this planet nothing like the reports had made it out to be. He wonders if it even is the planet. While he thinks this over he notices a red blip flashing on one os his screens. Pressing the button he gets his answer...

" Pegasus Team, The Unthinkable has happened. I hope that you are their, otherwise hummanity has come to its conclusion. We really do not know what happened, information is sketchy at best. Our information states that several missles have goine off and WWIII is now a thing of the past. But things have gone south even farther than that. It appears Biological weapons were used as well. You are the only hope humanity has to show its true potential. Good luck and may God bless you all."

the transmission repeatsa itself and has obviously been automated. Just as you finish reading it the pods begin to open. The ship is clearly ripped into pieces from the re-entry into this atmosphere and Moss and plants varied in color are growing inside it...

Objectives:

1) Living.

2) were are you? You are on your own, Quite literally and must stake your claim to this world.

About here:

*** You may name it as you see fit, The world has three moons, one earth sized, One larger and one a bit smaller. the grass is vibrant hues of red. And what passes for trees are blue. make up what you want to with the environment just keep it strange and otherworldly to your group.

Lets have the Sun be a RED GIANT too while we are at it. :D

[Vhaeraun]

(OOC: Score. Awesome. How long have we been on the ship? So I can work it into a different post ;))

Dazza felt the cold thin, and the pod opened. He was blinded by the sun. Something which shouldn't have happened, as he was supposed to be on a ship, not outside. He blinked for a couple minutes and stepped out of the pod. He looked around, and saw the ship was ripped apart.

Dazza saw he was the only only awake, and said, "Bloody fuck. One of those missiles must have hit us."

Dazza walked into the coridor, and saw a flashing light. He went over and pushed a button next to it. What he heard next stunned him.

Pegasus Team, The Unthinkable has happened. I hope that you are their, otherwise hummanity has come to its conclusion. We really do not know what happened, information is sketchy at best. Our information states that several missles have goine off and WWIII is now a thing of the past. But things have gone south even farther than that. It appears Biological weapons were used as well. You are the only hope humanity has to show its true potential. Good luck and may God bless you all.

Dazza stood there in silence as the message repeated itself over and over, but all he could think of was: Mum. Jake. Mel. Everybody. Gone. How? No. I won't believe it. I can't believe it. My life. All back there. Can't be gone...

Dazza walked out of the ship and saw everything was completely different than it should be. He walked to a tree, which was blue, and slumped against it. He slid down the tree, and buried his head in his hands. He desperately wanted to cry for those he had lost, but for some reason, tears wouldn't come. He pulled out his machete, and stood up. Turning to the tree, he began beating and slicing at the trunk. After about 5 minutes, the bark was shredded, and Dazza had sweat and tears mixing on his face. He couldn't feel his hand, as he was gripping the knife so tightly. He continued beating the tree, one gash for everyone he had lost. He lost track of time after a while.

[Nickodemus]

Note: you can run into creatures, but no sentinent lifeforms... they come later, the rest is up to you all. I left the time frame up to you, just hinting that it has been quite a long time by having the moss and vegitation growing inside the ship

~Q

[WarBrood]

A loud hiss came from Lucia cyro pod as colour started flooding her face once again. I took a couple seconds for her hearing to regain and she realized all the pods where doing the same. At first everything was dark then Lucia remembered the temporary blindness cyrogentic freezing was rumored to cause. And by the fumbling around of the others she could tell she wasnt the only one blind at the moment.

A steady steam of mist filled the air as Lucia's door finaly opened. Soon as the door opened a huge pressure was put onto her head and it felt like it was about to implode. Oh god there is a huge difference in astropheric pressure. Calm down it only takes a bit to get used to, atleast there is air. Then it occured to her, if the outside pressure and air was getting inside the ship it could only mean one thing, either someone opened the door, or they crashed.

Then an unfamiliar voice spoke out, "Wow, now thats what I call a good night sleep! Just to wonder, can you guys see at all?

"No, not yet atleast. Suposably this only lasts ten to twenty minutes."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Lucia the zoologist, sorry I didnt get to meet any of you eariler. I decieded to pack my self into the pod early. And you are?"

<Tag>

(ooc-- by the way...whats the gravitatial force? Assuming its a much larger planet I take it that it is larger, but then again the red giant of a sun would lessen the gravity as it pull us towards it aswell...shall we for rp sake make it remain at 9.8?

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer/
Reg the Robot
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Shawn comes out of cryo freeze and the first thing he does is start calling Reg. "Reg! Reg where are you!? Reg! Reg! REG!"


(ooc) got to go continue later

[Ragnarox]

OOC: Well considering that no space colonization project would assign a planet with gravity that is far different than the gravity of Earth, I would think that the gravity would be so close to ours that we couldn't tell, as such we should keep the gravity nominal in my opinon.

IC:

Korso Lancaster
Construction
Sleep Well? Yes too much...
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Korso awakened abruptly as the cryro tube released him. He blinked several times to restore his vision and waited for the ringing sound in his ears to disapate. Korso tried to move his legs to step out of the tube, but he had been in cryro for so long that his nervous system had to come back online before he could move all but his involuntary muscles. After a few minutes the brain had stimulated the nerves, but unfortunately when he had gained enough strength to step out of the tube, his muscles could not support his body for the time being and he collapsed onto the floor with a SMACK!

Korso tired to yell OW but all that came out of his mouth was a whisper. After about thirty seconds, Korso's muscles were stimulated and he stood up, slowly and began to stroll to where the control room was. However he soon discovered that the control room was just plain...gone, and in it's place were bits of twisted metal, red grass and blue trees. Korso was confused, but soon figured it all out, something hit them and they crashed onto the planet. Korso ventured outside, jumping from the torn fuselage and looked around. He saw Dazza leaning against a tree with his head in his arms, resting on his knees.

Korso walked over to join him and leaned against the tree as well. Korso asked him what exactly happened to the ship and what was going on.

"Every possible bad thing besides us being alive." came the reply from Dazza.

Korso made a puzzled face and asked, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Dazza ran him through the entire situation, the ship, where they were...and the status of the human race. Korso was shocked and all he could think of were all the people he knew that were most likely dead by now from diseases, nuclear weapons, risidual radiation and all out warfare. Korso massaged the bridge of his nose and struggled against his body not to gag as emotions flooded his mind.

"So you mean to tell me that we have no home now?" asked Korso in a sad voice.

"This is our home now..." came the sad reply.

Korso thought about it again, and he began to cry. No matter what, nothing was going to stop those tears.

[SpeedyWorm1]

Just one point I just HAVE to make. We have no women. Which means that yes humanity is dead. So live it up guys :D

P.S. Even is there was one chick with us we would need at least 10+ kids from her lol.

<Tag from zoo person.

Im Kyle Freedman the linguist. How are you doing this fine day?

Not to bad just a little shaky. Whats that thing on your cyro pod?

Oh that. Thats the learning feature I put into it. Im probably now smarter then you at this point.

Damn I wish I put one of those in my pod.

Not like it matters much. Who cares what Energy squared is anymore? Well I can see. Can you?

No not yet.

Ok ill be back in a bit. I going to find the others. And maybe get a bite to eat.

<Tag>

(OOC) HOLY CRAP IM 23? WTF???(OOC)

[Protoss_Honor]

OOC: Well considering that no space colonization project would assign a planet with gravity that is far different than the gravity of Earth, I would think that the gravity would be so close to ours that we couldn't tell, as such we should keep the gravity nominal in my opinon. I beleive we crash landed on a different planet then planned. Meaning who knows what the heck is out there.

Just one point I just HAVE to make. We have no women. Which means that yes humanity is dead. So live it up guys :D

P.S. Even is there was one chick with us we would need at least 10+ kids from her lol. Warbroods char is a girl. Although I beleve she is the only one.



Editing into a RP post

[Ragnarox]

OOC: LOL! People read the intro, it says that 1000 people have come on this journey so chill...there will be plenty of...well...figure it out for yourself.

[Protoss_Honor]

OOC: LOL! People read the intro, it says that 1000 people have come on this journey so chill...there will be plenty of...well...figure it out for yourself.It says a 1000 people will come. Not 1000 did come. 1000 peolpe were too follow uss after we settled the planet and such.

[SpeedyWorm1]

Has no one read the post? EARTH IS DEAD!! WE ARE THE ONLY HOPE FOR HUMANITY. They could send 1000 dead people?

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer/
Reg the Robot
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"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" Someone comes up beside him and says,
"Shawn? Umm Shawn? I think I found Reg."
"What? Where? Where is he?"
"He is over there, by the emergency hatch."
Shawn runs to the hatch and sees Reg lying there with his arms ripped off and one of his legs bent way out of proportion, a hole in his chest and numerous other damages.
“Reg! Reg!”
“Sir, I am sorry.”
“Reg!" Shawn picks Reg up and carries him outside, so he can inspect the damage better.
“Shawn? Can you fix him?” Someone says behind Shawn.
“Maybe, I do not know. Just go away and leave me alone, alright!?”
”Okay, fine, whatever. I just hope he will be okay.”
"Wait. Before you go, get me the maintence guy whats his name, ummm Karzo, Kersa, Korzo, Korso, trhats it, get me Korso the construction/maintence guy. Now please!"


(ooc) Tag anyone who wants to be the ones who talked to Shawn. And if you want Ragnarox, you can be the guy who asked if Reg would be okay, and just inform SHawn that you are who he wants. Shawns wants you to see if you can help him fix Reg, just so you know.

[Ragnarox]

hey could send 1000 dead people?

OOC: I'm talking about the 1000 people they sent on the trip as an expiditonary unit. The ones that are with us unless I am mistaken and have horribly misunderstood where those 1000 people are coming from.

[SpeedyWorm1]

Yes plz do tell where these 1000 people are? On the Dead Earth? On the ship? Well?

[Nickodemus]

O.K. read the post, it said they would be sent later, they were not with you. Two. this obviously is not the same planet. keep the gravity the same for ease too...... and yes, you all are it. lol And yup, you are right only one of you is a woman, how will you deal with that one.......

[singo]

Cloning of course.
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John Silence
Communications

"Say what? Everyones dead?, what, EVERYONE? Dead?, as in no longer alive?"

It was not difficult to see that John was having difficulty coming to terms with this development.

"Fuck-a-duck! Thats just not funny. AND it means I am pretty much redundant for a few hundred years until interplanetary communication systems are needed again."

And the ship was a bit fucked as well.

AND this was not even the right planet. Just his usual luck......

"Hey! anyone got any idea what the fuck we are going to do now?, living off the land is all very well, but I for one am not testing to see whats edible and what isnt...Well, unless I get hungry. Just figures, we bought every kind of specialist but a farmer......"

[Nickodemus]

LMAO. you caught that one.... V, give that Singo a cookie please......

but its still posible with the Botonist, and the Zoologist.... <grin>

[SpeedyWorm1]

lol. So we really are the only 8 people alive? I call dibs on the zooologist;)

[Vhaeraun]

We are the only Humans alive. That doesn't mean that we are the only living bipeds period. We are just the only bipeds from Earth :D

Speedyworm, you have a 13 year old character. Let someone who is experienced in this sort of thing have the zoologist :P

[iHawk]

Jack Taylor
Psycho!
Woah… Suessland…

Jack woke up as his pod opened and he couldn't see. "AUGH DAMNNATION I'M BLIND!" He ran around before running into something hard. His vision came slowly back and he found himself stareing at a blue tree-like deal. "Woah, when did we find the Suess homeworld?" He looked around, Dazza was attacking a tree, other were about, they all looked sad. Jack walked up to Dazza asking. "What's with the long face big guy?"…

(OOC) Tag (OOC)

[Sirion]

The pod hissed open. David stood still for a mintue or two, to let the warmth flow through his body. He stepped out of the pod and on to a slanted floor. Slanted? That was the first time he realized that the ship was a horrible wreck. He made his way to the door, and looked around for someone. Most of the people were outside now. He walked up to the nearest one, John.

"What happened?"

Amidst much swearing, John told him the whole story. David sat down and thought about this. All of earth destroyed. No more humans left but them. We are humanity's last hope. And the zoologist, Lucia, is the only...

"Poor girl..." He muttered to himself.

Now that he thought about he hadn't seen Lucia. He walked back onto the ship, and found her just getting out of her pod.

"Have you...heard yet?" He asked as she made her way to the door.

<Tag Warbrood>

[SpeedyWorm1]

We are the only Humans alive. That doesn't mean that we are the only living bipeds period. We are just the only bipeds from Earth :D

Speedyworm, you have a 13 year old character. Let someone who is experienced in this sort of thing have the zoologist :P

Actually im now a extremely atractive 23 year old :P

[Nickodemus]

actually, you dont age in cryo... so you are still 13. lol, and you could be ALOT older if you all figure out how long you have been in the tubes...

[Vhaeraun]

Actually im now a extremely atractive 23 year old :P

You didn't age while in Cryo. None of us did. So pwned :D


EDIT: Damn you Q. You stole my fun.

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Merch Engineer/
Reg the Robot
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shawen finally got Reg activated again, although he was quite weak, he tried to talk to Shawn but it was very weak and staitcy and such. "Sir, ever since the first explosion, damaged my processor, I have been going on and offline quite frequently, but accoring to my inner clock, it has been approximatly 1000 years, since we first launched." Reg then slowly went offline again.
"1000 YEARS!"
"What?"
"Huh?
"Whats that?"
"According to Reg, we have been in freeze for about 1000 years!"
"WHAT!"

(ooc) tag all, And Ragnarox, I need your help with Reg, so please post.

[Nickodemus]

stole what fun V??? lol, you mean the cryo thing. sorry, I gave you some though...

[Ragnarox]

Korso Lancaster
Construction Maintainence
Micro-mechanics
******************

Korso was still curled up in a vulnurable little ball, deeply hurt by the "recent" events when another one of the staff members came up to him and told him he was needed for a repair project. Korso slowly looked up at the man, although his vision was still slightly blurry from the post-tear saline crust left on his face. Korso stood up and wipped the crust off with his forearm and asked what he was needed for.

"Robotics." the man replied.

"Robotics eh? Well lets get to it." replied Korso in a sad voice.

"Here follow me." came the reply.

The man lead him to another man, a Shawn Ashton, who was busy attempting to reconstitute the structure of a damaged robot that was apparently named Reg. Korso examined the peices from a distance for a moment, then approached Shawn and the pile of parts and crouched down beside him. Korso took a good look at the parts before asking Shawn what exactly happened.

"I don't know, we found Reg just...shredded, completely dismantled." replied Shawn.

"Well...robotics are not my specialty but I bet I can help somewhat." said Korso.

"Your Korso? Our maintainence guy?" asked Shawn.

"Yes that would be me." said Korso as he sighed heavily and wipped another protruding tear from his eye.

With that, the two of them went to work trying to reconstruct what was left of Regs metallic body.

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer/
Reg the Robot (out of commission)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Damn!"
What is it Shawn?"
"The damage is worse then I thought. We may not be able to fix him with such limited supplies."
"Oh, that sucks. I am sorry man."
"Yeah, whatever, just hand me the 3 inch phillips screwdriver."
"Here you go."
Shawn takes the offered screwdriver and tightens a couple of screws with it then sets it to the side and reaches out his hand again, "Neuroserver wrench."
"Here you go."
"Thanks, hold that down there will you?"
"This?"
"Yeah, that, hold it and dont let it go."
"Okay."
Shawn makes some adjustments then puts the wrench aside and motions Korso to let it go. "Hand me that tachton drive and the solder."
"This?"
"Yeah thats it. Thank you."
"No prob."
"Okay I am going to solder this onto the main processor, hold the processor down so it doesn't move okay?"
"Sure."
"Ready?"
"Yeah.'
"Good." Shawn solders the compontent on then places the solder to the side and asks Korso for another tool.


(ooc) Tag Ragnorox, unless you don't know what to do or just dont want to post about this. In that case, I will handle it.

[Vhaeraun]

Dazza was sitting under the tree, and whatever happened for a while after was a blur. He knew nothing that happened. He just knew that these people he was with were the only people he would know for a while. He might have talked to people. People might have talked to him. All he knew was the pain he felt.

Without thinking, he stood up and took out his machete. Looking around him with a fury, scaring a couple people, Dazza listened. He heard rustling about 30 yards in front of him. Smiling, he shot off with a vigor that none had ever seen. The group watched him race off, and no one questioned him. After all, why would you question someone who looked pissed and holding a massive blade?

Dazza got closer to the rustling and slowed. He homed in on it, and tackled the rustling. Without a second thought, Dazza sheathed the blade in the animal's neck. rRemoving the blade, he looked at his kill. It looked like a rabbit, yet had the head of a horse. Shuddering, he turned and flung the creature into the camp, chuckling as it landed next to Shawn and Korso.

Dazza turned and shot off into the brush again, chasing down something else to ease his pain. He found yet another Rabbit-Horse. Dazza stopped, the creature none the wiser to his presence, until the machete ripped through its skull. Dazza grabbed the creature and did the same thing, this time landing it near the blasted insane pilot.

Dazza continued this for about 20 minutes, racking up about 3 different species of animal, and having about 10 animals killed. Turning back, he walked back to the camp. When he stepped into the clearing, everyone gasped. Dazza was a grisly sight. Covered head to toe in blood, he stank from the blood. He said gesturing to the animals, "Dinner. Cook it. I'm gonna go find us some water so I can wash this blasted shit off."

Flinging his machete, it embedded in one of the Rabbit-Horse creatures. Looking at everyone in the camp, he said coldly, "Anyone takes that will answer to me. The most you will touch it is to take it out and drop it on the ground."

Dazza turned and walked away, again into the brush.

Dazza walked for 20 minutes, always in one direction, making sure that he could always turn around and get back to the camp. He saw a small clearing up ahead. Walking toward the clearing, he realized it was a piece of the ship. It must have broken apart and scattered across the landscape. Looking around the clearing, he saw a pool of some opaque liquid near his path. Counting the paces, Dazza walked over to it. He stuck a finger in first to make sure it was safe. Finding the liquid cool, he scooped some into his hand, and tasted it. It seemed to be refreshing. Smiling, he scooped with both hands and drank deep. Using the liquid, Dazza began splashing it onto his body, washing the blood off. Making sure the runoff didn't drain into the pool, he finished rinsing off.

Recounting his paces back to his original path, he began the trek back to the camp. Upon arrival, he saw that the pile of dead animals was still there and everyone was still sulking about. Dazza grabbed his machete, and yelled, "EVERYONE! LISTEN UP! IF WE ARE GONNA SURVIVE OUT HERE, YA'LL GOTTA START DOING SOMETHING! SOMEONE BUILD A FIRE AND START TENDING TO IT. SOMEONE ELSE CLEAN THESE BLASTED ANIMALS! I'M GOING TO CLEAR A PATH TO THE WATERING HOLE ABOUT 20 MINUTES THAT WAY! I WANT THESE BLASTED ANIMALS COOKED WHEN I GET BACK! IF NO ONE IS GONNA TAKE CHARGE, THEN I GUESS I WILL HAFTA BE THE ONLY ONE TO ACTUALLY BE SENSIBLE ABOUT OUR SITUATION! GET TO IT! I'LL BE BACK IN AN HOUR!"

With that said, Dazza hoofed over the the path he started earlier by walking through it, and began chopping away at the brush, clearing a path which would lead to the clearing.

[iHawk]

Jack Taylor
Chef
Yes maam!

"Yes Maam!" Jack yelled grabing the horabbise that landed near him. He took out one of his various knives to start skinning and flaying the animals. "Hey, I thought you were a pilot, where'd you learn to do that?" "Well, I said I was a pilot, murderer and psycho. You can guess which one this is from." The person's eyes went huge as they slowly walked away. Jack cleaned and cut up the animals while singing old show tunes in a low voice. He finally cleaned up the critters and much like Dazza was covered with blood. Not really caring about that little fact he walked up to Dazza's decimated tree and collected wood for a fire.

He piled it in a way that when he lit it the kindling would light first burning the wood from smallest to largest piece. "HEY BOB THE BUILDER!" (Korso) "HAND ME YOUR PLASMA TORCH SO I CAN START THE COOK OUT!"

(OOC) Tag, and Jack is still covered in blood. Have fun with that. :) (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

Korso Lancaster
Construction
Safety first...oh...nevermind
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"HEY BOB THE BUILDER! HAND ME YOUR PLASMA TORCH SO I CAN START THE COOK OUT!" yelled Jack.

Korso turned and looked at Jack and said, "You know if you use that on the wood it's just going to vaporize it right?"

"Korso, It's a new planet, we don't know the physical attributes of life here, so just give me the torch." said Jack, already getting impatient.

Korso tossed Jack the hand-held torch. Jack almost immediately turned off the safety before Korso could warn him and launched a gout of purple flame at the wood. The heat was so intense that it nearly incenerated the wood completely and singed Jack's eyebrows.

"HOT DAMN!" Jack yelled in suprise

"Ummm...your supposed to use the safety goggles when you activate it." Korso said as he held out a set of goggles for Jack, who massaged the top of his right eye with his fingers.

"Ah screw it, thats all the flame I need." Jack said as he tossed the torch back to Korso...with the safety off.

"Hey be careful with that, turn the safety on before you toss it back." said Korso in an agitated voice.

Korso felt a liquid on his palm he switched the torch to his other hand and examined his right palm. Animal blood, animal blood from Jacks hands, transfered to the tool's handle and from there to his hand.

"Oh and Jack, clean it next time please."

[Protoss_Honor]

Shawn Ashton
Mech Engineer/
Reg the Robot (out of commission.)
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Shawn doesn't even blink as something furry and bloody ladns next to him, he just picks it up and flings it away, ignoring the shout of fright it caused. Then without looking up he issued a threat, "Next person to interupt my fixing Reg, will not last the day out. Got that!? GOOD!"

[WarBrood]

After the fire had been started the creatures where thrown on and started roasting to a nice brown.
"Hey has anyone seen that zoologist?"
"She told me earlier that she was going of in search of edible lifeforms."
"How do we know if these things are harmfull or not?"
A large thumping noise came from behind the ship and all the crew turned to look...

Flying through the air a twelve foot long centipede like creature jumped over the ship. The creature had bright orange eyes and billions of little legs with a set of four big ones that allowed it to jump. Upon landing the centipede emidiatly started grazing. One its back Lucia sat holding onto the handle like spinal cord.
"Wow these things are fast, guys I think I found the alternative to cars, these things travel at like 100km/h and they dont seem to tire, and there are tons of them out there. I call them Autopeides." Then Lucia's eyes rested on the rabbit-horse like animals roasting. Uhh...I wouldn't eat those if I were you. While I was out I saw one of those take out a autopedie with a spray of venom. It didn't kill the autopedie but it knocked it out long enough for me to saddle on. Well I am going off to search for an edible food source, any one want to accompany me?"

[Ragnarox]

Korso Lancaster
Construction
Back Talk!
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When the zoologist came roaring in on one of the newly acquired "Autopeides" Korso was a bit stunned...and nervous. Korso remembered the centepiedes back on Earth.

"Ummm...Lucia...don't most orders of the 'peides" have a poisionous claw?" asked Korso.

"Well, from my observations these don't have any claws so I guess that makes them more related to milipeides." replied Lucia.

"Also, I was under the impression that Class: Crustia were all invertebrates, why does that have a-" Korso was cut off.

"Oh cut it out, your ruining all the fun! Since we are the first...terrans on this planet, I believe we have the right to document any new phyla of Monera, Ahreoa, Prostits, Fungi, Planta and Animalia that we discover." inquired Lucia.

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