The Adventures of the Dodgers' Rippers OOC

[didact]

Greetings, I am Captain Jack Dodgers. Commander of the Skyhook and leader of Dodger's Rippers. Do you want a chance, to travel the galaxy, see the unknown, make some money, and blow stuff up? If so, come right in! We're expanding for new recruits and we're lucky to have you.

Fill out the application form,

Name or Alias:

Gender, Be it Male, Female, or Hermaphrodite:

Age (Human and Species years):

Species, be you Organic or Synthetic:

Holo-Picture ((Description or photo)):

Birthplace, be it Homeworld, Colony, or Space-Station:

Position you want, Medic, Ship-Crew, Mad Scientist, etc:

Personal Effects, Weaponry, Gadgetry, Luggage, and such cargo:

A few things about yourself, prior experience, mental instabilities, personality, etc (Personality and History will be fleshed out in rp):

Living Relatives or Friends, that can be contacted should you die:

Why do you want to be a Merc? :

And for those of you are especially new to the galactic scene, here's Vigil and his Guide to the Galaxy for Dummies

In the year 2197, the latest species to come onto the Galactic Scene are the humans and the United Nations of Sol. They have gained a seat on the Galactic Senate, and are expanding quickly with several new colonies and a fleet.

Their aggressive and expansionist nature however, has irked several of the older and more established races including the Urakhans, who are competing with the Humans in the Honshu Expanse for colonies.

Technically, the Galaxy is at peace, but tensions are high between every major civilization in the galaxy and there are dozens of Cold Wars. Not to mention, the Meta-Plague which can infect multiple races and is slowly spreading in the Frontier Worlds along with reports of a Separatist Movement and the spread of an AI uprising. It's the perfect time for a mercenary company.

One of the greatest achievements for Galactic Society, is the development of Faster-Than-Light or FTL Drive. This has allowed denizens to travel the Galaxy much easier and at a fraction of the time with sub-light drive.

Of course, the fastest mode of travel is with the Star Relay which are operated and maintained by the mysterious Keepers, and which allow instant travel from Relay to another. Their secret is closely guarded and it was made illegal to study the Relays, due to Council order. This was because, the Keepers threatened to shut-down all Relays in the event of their creation being studied.

Over the years, medical technology has grown to the invention of Biogel. A medicinal salve infused with Nanites and can be used as an anaesthetic, disinfectant, and clotting agent and heals various wounds and ailments.

Kinetic barriers, have been developed that deflect or absorb projectiles and physical objects. They are quickly drained by DEWs. Gigantic kinetic barriers cover bases and starships.

These days, metals, plastics, and ceramics can me broken down to base elements and used in Fabrication bays which can recreate a wide-variety of mechanical items.

Genetic Modifications can allow augmented Speed, Strength, Dexterity, and Agility. There are galactic regulations however. Cybernetics which augment or even replace natural body-parts exist as well, also heavily regulated. But I doubt, you care about that part.

Artificial Intelligence has been developed but is extremely regulated. Most people use Synthetic Intelligence. I'm an AI. Illegal of course.

There are currently experiments into Time Travel, Teleportation, and Dimensional Travel.

Weaponry, has advanced to the state of viable Directed Energy Weapons and Railguns. Many people use Railguns, for their reliability, range, ammunition capacity, and speed while Energy Weapons are used for their sheer destructive power.

DEWs range from Plasma-weapons to lasers, Microwave projectors, Particle Beams, Electricity guns, Bose-Einstein Condensate Freezers, Gravity Controllers, Repulsor Beams, and stunner masers.

Railguns can be fitted with special ammunition: Electric, Ice, Incendiary, Radioactive, and others. Of course, there still exist Mortars, Missiles, Rockets, Grenades, Mines and Flamethrowers.

Humans: Monkeys from the Planet Dirt and upstart war-mongers. They are surprisingly small and have no special abilities. Don't tell Captain Dodgers I said that. Are becoming increasingly out-spoken and are expanding fast. Currently lobbying for a Council Seat, which is drawing the ire of thousands of races that are only Senate members and have been for generations.

Urakhans: A race much like the humans, except for the fact they live to two hundred years, are naturally six feet tall, possess fur, have six eyes, and a small tail. They are alike because they are also expansionist war-mongers. They are Council members and one of the largest providers to Council Fleets. Urakhan councillors are known to be overly-aggresive and conservative.

Keepers: The technical name is in-pronouncable except in their own language, but they are known to be the most technologically advanced race in the Galaxy and the creators of the Star Relays along with Nexus, the large synthetic planetoid which is the seat of Galactic Power and the Council and Senate. They are highly-mysterious but a few young rebels are known to strike out on their own and become mercs. They are described as seven-foot tall humanoids with long limbs, legs, and neck. They posses dark-blue skin and grey eyes. I don't speak ill of them, for they created me along with many AIs. They do not have a seat on the Council, but possess lot's of influence all the same.

Iden'ni: A race that has achieved Technical-Immortality. Oh, they can still die. But it'll be because they were killed, not because of old age. The oldest Iden'nite has been recorded of being Twenty-Million years old. They are a race that stand at three feet tall at the shortest and four feet and five inches at the highest. They have skin in a variety of brown shades and have large flappy ears. They are sterile, and new Iden'nites are grown in labs or cloned. They possess a seat on the Galactic Council and are the voice of Wisdom. They survive because of vast wealth, fleets, and influence. Of course, like all species many of the young ones wander the galaxy to find themselves.

Hok: The Hok are a Council race that has completely transcended organic being and the majority of Hok have uploaded themselves into a Virtual existence called The Network. Hok DNA is still kept on record, and Organic Hok still exist to help maintain the Network. The Hok can inhabit any computer system or storage device. They aren't as good as us AIs, because they still have stuff like organic emotions. They are however often the more logical and clinical ones n Politics. The major philosophical belief is that to attain immortality, all beings must transcend their organic shells. Organic Hok, are a race possessing four arms and pale beige skin. They also have a dextro-amino chirality.

There is of course more, and more Guide information will be uploaded as time goes by.

And back to your Captain.

Hello, Again. I will take the time to inform you, that we are working on Corporate Sponsorship for Insurance and Backing.

Now, comes the logistical things. Blood-type, DNA, the Gasses you breathe, the solvents you ingest, your chirality, things like that. I know it was on the application, but this one is for the database.

Happy typing, and see you on the Ship.

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IC Here

-Keep it PG-13 in terms of Sex. You animals. Makeout sessions and blackout only.

-Swearing is fine, but try to not go overboard.

-Don't godmod or assume control of other peoples Characters. NPCs are fine.

-You can have as many characters as you can handle. Meaning, good quality characters.

-Let other people have fun, don't make it all about you.

-Don't be a dick in OOC. Being a Dick, IC is fine.

- Suck it up, and take damage from time-to-time. Don't be afraid to have your character make mistakes as well. No Mary sues.

- Don't possess, uber, super-cool, kickass, Batman-esque gear from the get-go. You're just starting out.

- Don't always take the spot-light. Let someone else take Center-Stage. Quid Pro Quo.

- There is a difference between what you know and what your character would know. No all-knowing characters.

- It's okay to take liberties of your surroundings. Don't rely on just me when setting the scene.

-I want substance over length. A few sentences of "A did this and sat down." Or "A killed the guy with a gun and he died." are not okay most of the time. Of course, try to avoid filler and padding, like descriptions of your surroundings or the weather. Try to focus on character development and depth. Some posts can be right to the point and forward the plot, where the situation calls for it.

- Pictures of what you see are fine and Theme music is fine and could add flavor.

- The character has to feel like a real individual, not just a brooding and generic BAMF.

- Be creative and take on obstacles, you have lot's of options.

- Don't be one-dimensional with your character.

- If the previous poster sums up everything that's happened really well, then it's fine to just have a post about actually doing something.

- Try not to go off on your own.

- Try to be your character and not yourself.

- Find a balance between describing things and the mood.

- There are consequences to your actions.

- Try to reference the in-game lore and history of the RP.

- Sometimes gestures, are enough. You don't always have to talk.

Now go forth and make character sheets.

NOTE: I'll mostly be around 4 pm or so on Weekdays.

[Luciere]

Yay! Reserved for my CS. I'll get on it tomorrow/maybe tonight.

[Tankdown]

I'm also reserving this space to be edited later.

Edit: I made a species. If this isn't acceptable I'll just be a human. Yes a lot of information is here. I thought details needed to be explain.


Early in Earth's history colonists traveled to the constellation Ursa Major (The Big Dipper). There a settled planet, named New Terra, became a newly found paradise. Large cities, farms, and mansions were built inside large domes across the surface. Oceans rich with mineral, salt, and unsalted water cover the surface. Clear blue skies, free of population. Exotic animals ran across pastures of greenery. This land was considered the new Eden.

Unexplained, the yellow middle age star of New Terra went exploded. Analysis showed a black hole formed in the core of the star. The gas fell into the black hole so fast it went supernova. Plasma swallowed the solar system in a blink. Life was presumed dead, until New Terra radio many years later. Experts are complex on how the planet survived.

New Terra's system is clouded with heavy metals and hot gas. Asteroids and heavy particles fill the gaps of space between the surviving planets. Static storms of plasma make communication impossible for traveling ships. An accretion disk formed around the black hole and now lights up the night sky. New Terra became a Venus like world with the greenhouse effect to boiling mad. Its ocean evaporated away and carbon dioxide released from rock seeks flew into the atmosphere. Pressure on the surface is strong enough to crush bone. Heavy matter fall from the sky and the temperature is hot enough to melt lead.. All life is dead on the surface, but people survive in the domes of their cities.

All life is mutated on New Terra. "Dippers" as the new race been called have heavy bodies ranging to two hundred to one thousand pounds. Their race is much in the unknown.

They have white creamy skin, known to tan slowly, and lose their tan overnight when unexposed. All of them have black eyes and white hair on their heads. They do not have body hair.

The lack of pigment in their skin dictates cells use melanin as a building block in other materials. Organs are found being used as material, such as well the pigment in hair. Healing process is not understood.

Their black irises are composed of numerous unknown dense matter. Dippers can see perfectly fine. Some claim to see far beyond the visible spectrum.

Unusual and enormous chemical chains naturally develop in their bodies. Microscopic crystals, complex batteries, and compounds stretch across entire organs, bones, and nerves. Unknown dense entangled strings found in their cellular structure, believe to be primary cause of mutation materials. Bodies are mostly composed of heavy metals pressured into heavy chemicals. Averages weigh two hundred to five hundred pounds. Few been measured to weigh over a thousand.

Breaking news research revealed certain Dippers can punch through solid steal. Others are able to run at unspeakable speeds. Claims have been made of teleportation, psychic powers, or energy blasts. Why Dippers differ from others is not understood.

They hibernate or die under zero gravity, and longer a Dipper lives the stronger it grows.

Finally, Dippers can die at any time, yet despite all cease bodily functions. They can come back to life at sudden times.


I'll have my Character sheet up tomorrow or the next day.

[Saracenar]

Reserved. CS in the next 4-5 hours.

Edit: Here comes the CS. I've decided to create my own race too. So first about them:

The Denge (pronounced Den-jj - its hard to write it phonetically!) are a species hard to categorise as any particular shape or size. While they begin their lives as fairly humanoid in shape, they can go on to take a wide variety of other shapes. The reason for this is that most Denge are constantly trying to change themselves on the physical level.

And by constantly, one means that they usually want to change their form, but don't have the money or resources to do so. The Denge are a race known for their instability of mind. Not in the sense that they are insane or psychologically unfit - they usually quite level-headed, but are possessed by a desire to change they way they look almost all the time, and the most common way they do this is through the use of cybernetics or 'cosmetic' surgery.

At the age of 9 (human years), a Denge traditionally receives their first cybernetic alteration, as a gift from their parents and a means for them to leave their home planet, Denge are bestowed a mostly internal breathing apparatus that allows them to breathe in most atmospheres. It changes the look of their neck and face.

The strange atmosphere of their home planet means most other organic species are unable to live there, or even visit for long. For this reason, not many outside the Denge race know what they look like before undergoing their first change. From then on, Denge can become completely different looking creatures from what they started as, but will always be able to recognise a fellow Denge by their unique pheromone emission, that manifests itself as anything from a sweet aroma to a foul stench, to other races.

The Denge are not a species large enough to have any particular sway in Galactic politics. Their planet is 3/4 the size of Earth and they tend only to have one child between two parents. Denge mating methods are also somewhat of a mystery to outsiders, as they rarely become involved with other races (although it has been known to happen). Interestingly, the Denge are split equally between three 'genders'; Sicqua (Male) Sicqui (Female) and Secquo (Unknown Comparison). While the first two 'genders can be related to Male and Female, they are not necessarily the same. The Denge keep matters concerning their biology and anatomy a vague secret. It may just be the case that, as they are constantly changing themselves, they do not fully understand either.

The Denge don't need food to sustain themselves; they 'feed' on emissions from stars (at very long distances if necessary), and only grow weak when they are extremely far from any sort of star or solar generating mass.

In terms of their own technology, the Denge are just about as advanced as any other race. They don't tend to have any particularly noteworthy technologies aside from their personal internal breathing apparatus.

Name or Alias: Dromm.

Gender: Sicqua (Male-ish, see The Denge above).

Age: Denge: 35, Human: ~47 (Denge live for between ~80 and ~140 human years).

Species, be you Organic or Synthetic: Denge, and a bit of both.

Birthplace: Denjja, Denge Homeworld, found in the 'western' sector of the Milky Way.

Position you want: Crewman or Ship-Guard/Security, preferably mid-to-high-end in rank.

Personal Effects: Stock-Standard Laser-Blaster. Cybernetic left arm. Heavy coat over skin-fitting amour on his chest and upper legs. Horizontally running optical vision unit on face. Part internal/part external breathing apparatus. Box of maintenance tools, keys to his small, one-man-ship.

Appearance: Dromm stands about 6" tall. 'His' skin, what little is exposed of it, is a pale blue-grey colour. His face is mostly a 'mangle' of crude grey-brown metal. A horizontal optical scanner runs across his upper face, while his breathing apparatus leaves his short neck and mouth/nose area covered in noticeably smoother metal. He speaks by emitting a vibration from his 'throat' through the breathing apparatus' intake port, where the human mouth would be. It has a notably non-mechanical sound to it. Two arms; four fingered right hand at the end of a thin, blue-grey arm, and the other a cybernetic piece made of similar parts as his upper face. Stitches run from his wrist to his elbow joint.

A few things about yourself, prior experience, mental instabilities, personality, etc:

Dromm was born on his Homeworld like most, if not all Denge. At the age of 9 (~12 human years), he received his first cybernetic implant, allowing him to travel outside of Denjja if he so chose. And he did. Joined by six comrades, he left his Homeworld at the age of 15 (Denge years). They piloted and maintained their own ship, Tra Velik (Human:The Dagger - roughly) for 8 years (Denge) before it was stolen on the world Grexis, some distance from Denjja.

So there they lived, on Grexis for some time. Luckily it was a centre of trade and activity, and they made their living working where they could - as guards, as labourers, as traders, and so on. Eventually, some of them went their separate ways. Dromm too, was able to leave Graxis after 6 years there, constructing his own small space-faring vessel and setting off to find more work.

Dromm is usually polite and mild-mannered, but he can be gruff or rude, if his mood warrants it. Inwardly focussed, he tends to care more about his appearance and well-being than that of others, when it comes down to it. While he set out from his Homeworld to chase adventure, he has since become more interested in money.

Short Story: Dromm has worked in a variety of positions, including as a guard, a labourer, a trader, a pilot, and more. Aside from the occasionally obsessional desire to change his physical appearance, he is relatively healthy, psychologically speaking. Somewhat inwardly focussed, but mild-mannered and polite most of the time.

Living Relatives or Friends, that can be contacted should you die: Dromm's parents still dwell on Denjja, but it would be near impossible to locate or contact them without another Denge to guide you.

Why do you want to be a Merc?: Dromm finds work where he can.

[ManyFacedFool]

Does this work? And is it just me or is there a trend toward shapeshifters here? And... you are so totally ripping off Mass Effect with the universe, he he




Name: Seekiy "Cootie"

Gender: Asexual

Age: 67 years Earth-Time

Species: Romasiphilia (Common name "Elphians" after the homeworld)

The Romasiphilia is a single celled life form which groups into colonies. Each cell is fully independent, with basic motor functions, metabolic processes, memory storage capacity, and roughly half the processing power of a human brain cell. When grouped, these cells share processing power, and upon reaching a "critical mass" achieve sapience. Due to this design, the total processing power and memory capacity of a colony can exceed that of the human brain. Also, the high level of redundancy make near complete extermination of the cells a requirement to destroy the conscious being. The individual cells are highly morphable, allowing them to serve the purpose of many of the cells in multi celled organisms, such as framework, muscles, and sensory organs. Heavy impacts to the colony can disrupt connectivity. The colony can take on many shapes, but after spending long enough in one it will begin to "set", making it extremely difficult for the colony to alter into another shape. Most have related this to an issue in the group consciousness, rather than a cellular limitation. Many choose to be humanoid. Life span is indefinite, due to dying cells being quickly replaced.

Due to a very small number of colonies (somewhere between two and three billion) they have very little political power in the galaxy. Because cellular structure is very similar between colonies, it is possible for two to link together to share information, however said process is very uncomfortable for those involved. Government is a direct democracy, with all those on the homeworld being able to vote on issues before the outcome is relayed to the species' senator. Violence is rare within society.

The world of Elphia is 86% water, and sits slightly closer to it's sun than Earth does. Evaporation causes the temperatures to be roughly even, but with a higher humidity. The ecosystem is very similar to that of early stage earth-like planets, with primitive plants and animals, with terrestrial life being only in the early stages. High amounts of algea-like organisms dwell in the oceans, and a thick coat of brown organic slime coats the ground, atmospheric oxygen is at roughly 30% and most terrestrial life is insect-like in nature.

Birthplace: Elphia (Homeworld)

Position Desired: Xenobiologist

Personal Effects: Various medical instruments, a handheld microwave projector for weapon purposes, a general purpose environmental suit, a few jumpsuits, and a hand held computer.

Appearance: Humanoid, with a highly human face that is gender neutral and blocky. Surface is a dark yellow, with the "muscle" structures highly visible. Roughly five feet six inches in height, medium build by human standards. Appearance can undergo relatively minor changes. Small "vents" can be located on the neck, abdomen, legs, and arms. Warm air seeps out of them

Personality: Expressive, curious, paces a lot. Very non-violent, and near imperturbable.

History: Has worked as a xenobiologist in many locations around the galaxy, generally to discover what species are good for what on newly populated worlds. Has spent a fair amount of time on the frontier, and so has a basic understanding of self defense.

Friends and relatives... hmm, lemme think... nope, won't be missed. Don't worry, hyper redundancy makes me hard to get rid of!

Why do I want to be a merc... Hmm... Well, it was either that or experiment on small animals all day. Who wants to do that? At least, as more than a hobby?

No Blood, no blood type.

Can extract oxygen from gas or liquid.

Deoxyribonucleic acid. Same as Earth-spawn.

Similar dietary needs to a human. Eats a little more.

Colony average temperature is roughly 103 degrees Fahrenheit.

[ManyFacedFool]

Grrr, please tell me the GM isn't MIA...

[Saracenar]

I certainly hope not; I put a lot of work into that CS...

[ManyFacedFool]

Eh, only been what? A day?

Not really worried yet. I just have a fair amount of free time at the moment.

[didact]

Oh shit, sorry for being late. Family trouble.

You're all accepted. Though Tankdown, super speed and strength are good, I hope all those other powers are due to tech.

And ManyFacedFool, Mass Effect is AWESOME.

Let's wait a little more for the other people who've expressed interest.

[Saracenar]

No problem, I definitely shouldn't have thought there was trouble this early.

Yay! Accepted