Corsair (OOC)

[Holeypaladin]

A Science Fiction Adventurer RP, which takes place in the same universe as my Achenaran Imperium and also coexists alongside modern Earth.

The year on Earth is 2011 CE, but no one cares about that, because humans are an underdeveloped race that lacks even the most basic of interstellar space travel.

Instead, the races of the galaxy refer to the year as Galactic Standard Year 1011, as it has been approximately 1011 years since the mysterious Promethean race vanished from the galaxy. Over the course of the last thousand years or so, various alien species have developed and perfected faster-than-light star travel, allowing them to traverse the stars as if crossing an ocean back in the Age of Sail. Empires have risen and fallen. From one of the greatest of these nations, a man retired from military service, using his pension to finance a spaceship to call his own.

This spaceship eventually because a privateer cruiser, taking contracts to exterminate pirates, deliver high-value goods, and perform all manner of tasks, so long as they paid well. He made a good living, for a time, and had fun.

Until his cruiser was taken away from him, his license stripped.

Sir James Drake, Achenaran Corsair. That's what he calls himself, now. He was no longer a licensed privateer, but he was at least able to obtain a Writ of Course, an interim license that allowed him to use destroyer he had obtained from the pirate clan of Jack Jaimeson to perform a serious of mission... mission that could lead to his re-acquisition of the license that had been unjustly taken from him.

But a Corsair needs a crew, of qualified individuals willing to take on high-risk mission for substantial pay. His last crew had been lost in an unfortunate battle. Now, as he recovers on the Surian outpost of Vegalia, in the chaotic territory that had once been the Zikaren Empire, James Drake is looking for these qualified individuals to fill the seats of his new crew.

Corsair

Current crew positions
Commander:

Name: Sir James Drake
Gender: Male
Age: 26 Achenaran Standard Years, apparent age 25 human years due to chrysalis treatment
Race: Achenaran
Appearance: Unless one knew exactly what to look for, they would not be able to distinguish Achenaran from humans. Even if they did know what to look for, it would be difficult. James Drake has brown hair and eyes that shift in color from grey to blue to green.
Crew position: Owner, Commander and Corsair of the Vengeance
Skills: Tactics (space, ground, and shipboard combat), Battlesuit (medium and heavy), Beam weapons (graviton plasma), melee (Achenaran blademaster), unarmed combat (Achenaran Ku martial arts), piloting (spacefighter, medium starship), gunner (graviton plasma, fusion, antiparticle)
Merits: Achenaran citizenship, genetic enhancements, "guinea pig" for Anne's experiments with using chrysalis to enhance body structure.
Flaws: Impatience with red tape and politics, lack of subtlety. Though he is more tolerant of non-Achenarans than most of his kind, a bit of the Achenaran superiority complex carries over anyway.
History: James Drake grew up in the Janissary Program, a government-sponsored program that educates and raises orphans, offering them an officer commission once they turn 10 (10 Achenaran Standard years = approximately 18 Earth years). Drake accepted the commission at age 10, and quickly found himself assigned to Achenaran Special Forces due to his aptitude and willingness to undergo genetic augmentation. After serving 10 years in the Imperial Armada, Drake retired with full pension due to his exemplary service. Upon retirement he invested in an interstellar merchant vessel, venturing outside Achenaran space to trade. He invested in defensive armaments to ward of pirates and his guns got bigger and bigger, and gradually the Marlin evolved into a privateer vessel with full armament. He lost his Achenaran crew due to incidents he does not discuss, and is investing in a new crew composed of all races willing to join and remain loyal.

Navigator / Executive Officer:

Name: Anne Marlin
Gender: Female
Age: Appears about 21 Galactic Standard Years of age
Race: Artificial intelligence life form
Appearance: Short, slender woman with golden blonde hair and a perfectly sculpted form. As an AI hologram, she was designed as an idealization of Achenaran beauty, and her biological form copied her hologram. 5'2", 99 lbs.
Crew position: Navigator / Executive officer
Skills: Whatever skill programs she decides to download.
Merits: Robot-style body structure with durable skin, superhuman strength, and sturdy build. Extremely intelligent. Five times the physical strength of average human.
Flaws: Artificial intelligence, somewhat naive, wicked sense of humor, absolute loyalty to James Drake.
History: An artificial intelligence operating system, Anne was the OS for the Marlin's computer system for over five years. She adopted full sentience several months ago, and eventually decided to make an organic-based body to try and experience life the way organic life forms do.

Computer OS: Lisa Drake
Pilot:

Ran

Copilot: Open
Communications: Open
Sensors Operator: Open
Cyber Warfare:

Sarin

Countermeasures: Open
Stealth systems:

Lydia

Main guns (6):

Jaimie

5 open slots
Point defense turrets (55): 55 open slots
Ship's Doctor / Medic:

Michi

Service: Open
Chief Engineer: Open
Engineer tech (biotech): open
Engineer tech (power plant):

Sxle

Engineer tech (warp drive): Open
Security personnel: Open slots
Always open slots.

Unrecruited/unassigned characters:

Turisia

Antrana

Ixonia

G'rnitar

Name
Gender:
Age: (Include apparent age)
Race: (Please no humans unless we stop by Earth... which we might, you never know. Make up some cool aliens if you like, or use some existing races)
Appearance:
Crew position:
Skills:
Merits:
Flaws:
History

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Here's the commander of the Vengeance:
Name: Sir James Drake
Gender: Male
Age: 26 Achenaran Standard Years, apparent age 25 human years due to chrysalis treatment
Race: Achenaran
Appearance: Unless one knew exactly what to look for, they would not be able to distinguish Achenaran from humans. Even if they did know what to look for, it would be difficult. James Drake has brown hair and eyes that shift in color from grey to blue to green.

Sort of like that, though he doesn't really smoke. He's probably just posing for the sketch.

Crew position: Owner, Commander and Corsair of the Vengeance
Skills: Tactics (space, ground, and shipboard combat), Battlesuit (medium and heavy), Beam weapons (graviton plasma), melee (Achenaran blademaster), unarmed combat (Achenaran Ku martial arts), piloting (spacefighter, medium starship), gunner (graviton plasma, fusion, antiparticle)
Merits: Achenaran citizenship, genetic enhancements, "guinea pig" for Anne's experiments with using chrysalis to enhance body structure.
Flaws: Impatience with red tape and politics, lack of subtlety. Though he is more tolerant of non-Achenarans than most of his kind, a bit of the Achenaran superiority complex carries over anyway.
History: James Drake grew up in the Janissary Program, a government-sponsored program that educates and raises orphans, offering them an officer commission once they turn 10 (10 Achenaran Standard years = approximately 18 Earth years). Drake accepted the commission at age 10, and quickly found himself assigned to Achenaran Special Forces due to his aptitude and willingness to undergo genetic augmentation. After serving 10 years in the Imperial Armada, Drake retired with full pension due to his exemplary service. Upon retirement he invested in an interstellar merchant vessel, venturing outside Achenaran space to trade. He invested in defensive armaments to ward of pirates and his guns got bigger and bigger, and gradually the Marlin evolved into a privateer vessel with full armament. He lost his Achenaran crew due to incidents he does not discuss, and is investing in a new crew composed of all races willing to join and remain loyal.

And the Executive officer, an AI organism that created a biological body to transfer her consciousness into

Name: Anne Marlin
Gender: Female
Age: Appears about 21 Galactic Standard Years of age
Race: Artificial intelligence life form
Appearance: Short, slender woman with golden blonde hair and a perfectly sculpted form. As an AI hologram, she was designed as an idealization of Achenaran beauty, and her biological form copied her hologram. 5'2", 99 lbs.
Crew position: Navigator / Executive officer
Skills: Whatever skill programs she decides to download.
Merits: Robot-style body structure with durable skin, superhuman strength, and sturdy build. Extremely intelligent. Five times the physical strength of average human.
Flaws: Artificial intelligence, somewhat naive, wicked sense of humor, absolute loyalty to James Drake.
History: An artificial intelligence operating system, Anne was the OS for the Marlin's computer system for over five years. She adopted full sentience several months ago, and eventually decided to make an organic-based body to try and experience life the way organic life forms do.

Some information on the Achenaran Corsair Destroyer owned by James Drake

Ship class: Privateer Destroyer, modeled after the Broadsword class
Size: 2 million cubic foot Destroyer (S5 on the logarithmic ship sizeometer)
Role: Fast privateer courier, light combat vessel, limited cargo capacity for high-value cargo
Main armaments: 6 heavy antiparticle cannons
Point defense armaments: 55 PD antiparticle turrets (quad extra-light antiparticle PD gun)
Defenses: Isometal TSA, Advanced Force Field, Deflector Field, Improved Cloaking Field (with combined stealth, emission cloak, and chameleon system)
Power plant: 60 GW Pocket Antimatter reactor
Engine: Multipurpose Warp Drive (49.7G acceleration, Warp velocity 9.94)
Crew: Designed for a crew of about 80, to include security and operations personnel. Usually runs with less
Miscellaneous: Sick bay equipped with chrysalis machine. A single multipurpose room exists to serve as both a conference room and dining room. Cargo hold for approximately 300,000 cubic feet of cargo. Grasshopper landing craft docked in vehicle bay.
Ship cost: 32 Billion IC

Previous stories:

In a recent conflict, Achenaran Imperial forces seized the free trade system of Daedalon from the Ilu. In response, the Ilu's allies, the Zikaren Empire, massed their space fleet and engaged the Achenaran forces in battle, only to be routed. Without their main armada, the Zikaren Empire lacked the military strength to defend against a criminal organization known as the Syndicate, and a civil war erupted between the Zikarens and the Syndicate.

To prevent the Syndicate pirate fleets from escaping into civilized space, the Achenaran Imperial Armada has set up a blockade around all of the Zikaren territory, to contain the civil war within this territory. However, as a result, refugees are unable to leave the area without receiving permission from the Imperial Armada. As a result, large numbers of refugees have gathered in "Safe" systems, such as the Vegalia system, an outpost of the neutral Surian Empire, allies of the Achenarans and the other superpower of the region.

Your characters are most likely drifters or refugees, drawn to Vegalia to escape the rampaging civil war that has swept over much of Zikaren territory. It just so happens, a certain Achenaran Corsair is in possession of a Writ of Course, which gives him and his crew permission to pass through the blockade and escape the Zikaren civil war.....

Current story:

After departing Vegalia station, the Achenaran corsair destroyer Vengeance and its crew set a course for the Kolan star system. The mission involved recovering some sort of artifact from the planet's surface, though the exact details were still unknown. On route to Kolan, the Vengeance was detected by a Syndicate battlecruiser, forcing it to hide in an asteroid belt in hopes that the battlecruiser would pass. When it didn't pass, and the Vengeance itself lacked the firepower to combat the ship, the solution was simple: Send a boarding crew to the battlecruiser and blow it up from the inside. James Drake and several crew members joined this expedition, succeeding despite heavy resistance, and causing the Syndicate battlecruiser's reactor to go critical, self-destructing.... but not before rescuing two prisoners.

The battlecruiser defeated, the Vengeance proceeded to Kolan, where it was confronted by a defense fleet of Zikaren war vessels. It seemed there was no way through, when it became known that a Syndicate fleet as well had pursued the Vengeance to Kolan. With the two warring factions meeting in battle, the daring endeavors of the Corsair crew allowed the ship to maneuver through the crossfire, landing on the moon orbiting Kolan III. James Drake and his Corsair crew began preparations to disguise themselves as native Kolonians in order to land on the planet without violating Galactic Law, in order to retrieve the ancient artifact.

[Jannge]

I shall post a APP later, once I find time to make one.

[GreenGoat]

Name:Sxle Vo
Gender:Female
Age: 24
Race: Vanderran. Vanderrans are a humanoid species, that lives on a planet that has about ten times Earth's gravity. Though similar physically, they are shorter than humans, the average being 4 to 5 feet tall. They are stronger and more resilient than humans however, due to the sheer force of gravity on their planet. Primarily known for inventing heavy machinaries capable of operating in the harshest of conditions.
Appearance: In short she looks like a human girl of 4 feet high, with two elongated feline ears poking from her short hair, and bright yellow eyes. Her left arm is completely replaced with a robotic one, with two wires connecting the forearm to the reactor she carries on her back. She will always be seen carrying a small bag, in which a small reactor sits. She wears a sort of a belt with most of her smaller tools on it.

IMG

Crew position: Engineer ( powerplant)
SkillsMerits: maximizing the output of a machine, juryrigging and repairs
Flaws: socialy inept, isn't much good with anything except machines.
History: She was born of the vanderran earth cadre with the characteristic feline features including a long and bushy tail. Due to her talents and expectations as one of the earth cadre she was sent to one of the mining facility. For most of her life she worked on the machines that mined the metals they needed for the vanderrans machines.
During one mishap however there was an accident that costs her arm, her tail and most of her sight, though luckily her other senses was left intact. She did not take the time to rest however, and insisted she continued work. A doctor from the air cadre however made her a new arm and showed her how to maintain it, and rebuilt it if it ever comes to that. She was reassigned to a ship after, and had been travelling ever since until the blockade came up.

[Holeypaladin]

I like the Vanderrans, although it might be a bit better to just say "high gravity world" without being too technical about exactly how much gravity is there. But definitely an interesting character! Looks good so far, for the most part.

[Hikari Sama]

Interested in the Ship's Doctor/Medic position I'll work something up tonight.

[Hikari Sama]

Name: Dr. Michi Sato M.D.
Gender: Female
Age: 36 Galactic Standard Years (doesn't look a day over 30)
Race: Achenaran
Appearance: Average height with waist-length black hair kept in a single braid and deep green eyes. She is quite voluptuous with an hour-glass figure, large breasts, and a shapely bottom. Always dressed fashionably and rarely seen without a labcoat.
Crew position: Ship's Doctor/Medic
Skills: Medical expertise, Basic knowledge of firearms, intermeidate Martial Arts skill
Merits: Full Medical Doctorate (including Xeno-Medical studies)
Flaws: No combat experience
History: Most of her childhood was spent preparing to become a doctor. Her parents were both doctors and expected her to follow in their footsteps. Unlike most children who have their lives planned by their parents Michi found that she really enjoyed medicine and charged through her studies at full speed. When she finally recieved her Medical Doctorate she had already been practicing medicine for several years. Unlike most Achenarans Michi was taught that medicine was a gift that should be given to all sentient beings and not just her own people. This kind of philosophy, however, was not very popular in the medical circle and so ten years ago she went to Vegalia Station with the help of a colleague to practice medicine without prejudice. Being on her own without resources or funding forced her to branch out to other communities for medical supplies, some were less reputable than others. Despite most race's disposition towards Achenarans, Michi persevered and established herself among the local medical communities. When the first Refugees started pouring out of Zikaren space Dr. Sato led the relief effort, going so far as to even fund the medical clinic out of her own pocket. She has held to her belief that medicine is a gift and believes that she can always help people. After several months of petitioning she facilitated Surian recognition of her clinic, allowing it to be funded by the Surian government thus freeing her to travel and further her medical knowledge and skills.

[WittyReference]

Name: "Jabber Jaw"

Gender: N/A

Age: ?

Race: G'lp (Pronounced as a gulping sound)

Not much is known about the malformed G'lp as most tend to flee at the mere sight of them. What we do know is their home world is a dense and humid world covered in thick moss and lichen. As such, young G'lp are able to nestle within the foliage remaining moist and camouflaged as lesser creatures skitter about. With short bursts of speed, G'lp are able to engulf small creatures whole before settling back into their hiding place to slowly absorb nutrients from the prey.

When it comes time for a G'lp to mate, the many mouths of a G'lp emit gibbering in various languages some long dead to all but the G'lp themself. This points to the idea that G'lp may very well have been around since the time of the Promethean. Further supporting this claim is the manner in which the G'lp actually reproduce. During mating, one G'lp will completely engulf another, swelling to twice its normal size. Folding numerous times in upon itself, the new G'lp then splits into numerous smaller G'lp. In this way, a G'lp can never die, simply be reformed and, as such, memories and thoughts are passed not through oral tradition as one might expect, but rather through the very being of the G'lp.

Appearance: Sentient amoeba the color of human flesh covered in eyes and mouths that constantly form and reform.

Spoiler

Crew position: Translator / Archivist / Security

Skills:
- Practiced and naturally gifted in Intimidation / Interrogation
- Mastery of nearly all languages
- Sleeps with AT LEAST one eye open

Merits:
- Intimate knowledge of the Syndicate and its dealings

Flaws:
- Only able to move in disjointed bursts
- In arid climates the skin of a G'lp becomes brittle and it becomes susceptible to shattering
- Jabber Jaw has lost connection with the G'lp effectively damning it to waste away

History: Born as any other G'lp, "Jabber Jaw" (as it would come to be known) started life with a division. As it had done many times before, Jabber Jaw knew without thinking it would be time to feed soon. Moving each of its parts collectively into position, it lied in wait over a mile of mossy stretch as insectoids and other small creatures skittered into its open maws. This time, however, would be different.

The first thing out of the ordinary was the silence. The other wildlife had ceased to flutter. Something was coming. Out of the sky dropped wave upon wave of vessels, cascading from the heavens and unto the G'lp's home world. The Syndicate had come looking for new planets on which to set up secret bases of operation and scavenging what they could from the lush planet.

It didn't take long for the Syndicate to discover the G'lp, nor was it difficult to catch the erratic creatures as they could only move in bursts. The G'lp felt a new sensation that day...death. One after the other, time and time again, the G'lp would feel his life ebb away at the hands of the Syndicate's brutes. To die so many times over was more than Jabber Jaw could bear, thrashing and gnawing at its captors, folding in upon itself, cursing the Syndicate in dead tongues until it finally collapsed, broken from its kind.

Awaking some time later, Jabber Jaw was in a cage resting in the cargo hold of a Syndicate Vessel. Out of the dark stepped a man, rigid and studious. He spoke in the same dead tongue as Jabber Jaw, introducing himself as a Historian and Businessman. In exchange for Jabber's Services, the Syndicate would leave his planet in peace and never again disrupt the G'lp. Having severed his connection to the G'lp, Jabber Jaw had no way of knowing whether any still lived, but agreed in many tongues, eyes swelling and contracting in the dark, trying to make out the man's face.

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In the following few months, Jabber Jaw worked as intimidation and interrogation, using its obscene form and ability to drive individuals mad through constant contradictory babble. When the required information was obtained, Jabber Jaw disposed of the victims be absorbing their very essence as he had back on his home world. Sentient creatures however were not so easily absorbed. Their pangs of terror and despair lived forever on in Jabber Jaw, much like the G'lp and their collective consciousness. Eventually, it became too much and Jabber Jaw went rogue, quietly working to sabotage the Syndicate and needing a way out.

[Holeypaladin]

Name: Dr. Michi Sato M.D.
[B]

I like this character. Will need to bring her up to date on the latest medical technology, called the Chrysalis Machine. It's a pretty cool device.

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"Jabber Jaw"

This is a very... interesting, and unexpected type of character. The main thing to note is that the Syndicate would have violated the Second Interstellar Law by invading his underdeveloped planet. The Second Interstellar Law basically states that it's illegal to interfere in the activities of species that don't have FTL travel, and it's the only reason Earth humans are ignorant to the existence of all these FTL civilizations.

The other thing is, the Syndicate War has only really been going on for a few months now, so the "for years after that" would likely need to be reduced to "For weeks or months after that". Aside from that, well... very interesting character. Wondering how to even communicate with it, heh.

Also, if you're working for the Syndicate currently, you wouldn't be able to start out on Vegalia, unless you were "Rescued" or something by Surian scientists.

[Freethinker]

I'm very tempted to recycle my viskevans from Stars of Eden (who were actually from an earlier idea of mine where they were of offshoot of humanity). Gimme some time to think of something sufficiently different.

I'd be most interested in being the communications officer, but I'd also wouldn't mind of the technicians if WittyReference has taken it.

Edit: Would it be acceptable if my character's civilization had not been formally discovered, and my character was just out there adventuring for whatever reason?

[Holeypaladin]

Well unless you're from a different arm of the galaxy (at least a half a year away by ship), you've probably been documented by someone in the Orion Arm. However, there may not be any formal relations established, and you might also be masquerading as a different race (there are several races that are difficult to distinguish from humans, for example).

The human-like aliens are one of the things that I am pretty lenient about.