Fine, YOU make them post. I'm tired of waiting. I have so much sarcasm to spread In Character.
If you steal Cass's torture she'll maul your face off with a bear trap (Drug induced sleepy nonsense).
Fine, YOU make them post. I'm tired of waiting. I have so much sarcasm to spread In Character.
Name: Alexandra/Allie "Cutter" Barrett
Description: Long brunette hair, hazel eyes, 5’9”, glasses, and is very much into working out. Has a long half-moon-shaped scar on her left shoulder as a result from a crash on a medical freighter. Allie usually wears combat fatigue pants and a tank-top most times with a pouch on her belt with basic medical supplies, but has surgical scrubs in case she has to cut into someone.
Previous Occupation: Surgeon in the North American Union Military. Once Allie’s military obligation ended she began working at a hospital in Houston and one of her patients was a leader within The Arrian Mining Consortium who saw in her a restless and bored spirit. He offered her a chance to join in with The Red M as their doctor. Allie jumped at the chance and never looked back.
Skills: A World Class Surgeon, basic combat skills, and can fly heavy freighters.
Personality: Allie is somewhat easy-going, doesn’t let things get to her easily, very arrogant when it comes to her medical skills, and a world-class cynic. If she doesn’t make a sarcastic remark to you it means she doesn’t like you. Those Allie is paired with in either the operating room, the combat zone, or on a ship she is completely supportive of them and really does care for them (since she no longer speaks to her brother or sister (they had her arrested when they were teenagers) and both parents are dead) she sees these people as her family now. When it comes to caring for a patient she is all business and goes into what those have worked with her called “Cutter Mode.” This is when she is completely focused, driven and obsessed with doing whatever it takes to save the patient.
The Final Interview
The Captain flicked through the pages of Allie’s file. He said, “Very interesting read Barrett. Our backers seem to think you would make a good fit for this crew.”
Allie replied while adjusting her reflective sunglasses, “The name’s cutter. Nickname I got being an in-the-field surgeon with 284th out of the Mars colony delta section Corbeaux.”
The Captain closed the file and said, “I’m aware how surgeons get their nicknames. You haven’t earned that nickname with me yet, and I expect you to refer to me as Captain. Beyond your obvious med skills, why do you think you’d fit in this crew?”
Allie smirked and replied, “Well until I'm a part of this crew you ain't my Captain. The guy I treated in the hospital told me about the crew that was being assembled. They seem like the kind of people who I’d want to work with. Not to mention I’m lookin’ to blow out of here. I’ve had it with the politics of this place and the rules and regs that I’ve gotta deal with day-in day-out just to do what I want. Practice medicine and save lives and dance on the edge which isn’t always on the up & up. Can’t go back into the military and workin’ in ever-changing situations like the ones this crew will face is golden to me. ”
Corbeaux showed no emotion and asked, “The way we operate may require you to take a life and yeah we raid and plunder. Is that going to be an issue?”
Allie replied, “When I served on the Mars colony more than once I had to take a life to save my own, and when I was a surgeon our position would get over run from time to time so yeah once again I chose to save myself and those I served with. In terms of raiding and plundering hey we do what we have to in order to survive Corbeaux.”
Corbeaux nodded and said, “Reading over your file and checking on your background. Just about everyone said the same things in terms of your personality. Egotistical and a serious God complex when it comes to your skills, but your record shows you can back it up and everyone says that if they or a loved one was facing a medical crisis you’re the one doctor they want to call. Personality easy to get along with, likes to have fun and sarcastic, loyal to those you serve with, and the only person who ever beat General Hammond in the Officer’s Poker Tourney 3 years in a row. That’s impressive.”
Allie smiled and said, "I am what I am Corbeaux.”
Corbeaux said, “Lose the shades Barrett they’re distracting me.”
Allie took off her sunglasses and put on her glasses which revealed blood-shot hazel eyes.
Corbeaux asked, “Are you okay?”
Allie replied, “Yeah I went on a bender last night, because yesterday was my last day at the hospital. I knew I was gettin’ out of there. I knew this job was mine.”
Corbeaux said, “Pretty arrogant of you.”
Allie replied, “Yes it was Corbeaux.”
Corbeaux smiled and said, “I like that kind of confidence in a doctor. Tells me you’ll do whatever you can to save your patient.”
Allie nodded and said with great focus, “You got that right.”
Corbeaux opened a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Scotch and two shot glasses. He filled the glasses and pushed one towards Allie.
He raised his glass and said, “Welcome to the crew, Cutter.”
Allie raised her glass and said,“Thank you, Captain.”
Last edited by MST3K 4ever; 02-01-2013 at 10:12 AM.
@Jack Well I can't MAKE someone post but I can say if they don't I'll cry and thats good enough right? Right? If not oh well I'm sure I can rustle another post up out of boredom lol.
@4ever Oh dear god Cass will butcher her.
-SHE LIKES CASTLE. THIS ONE IS A KEEPER.
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@4ever: A few clarifications. Richie's the first mate on the ship, but you'll still defer to him anyways, I just wanted to let you know he's not a Captain. And while I understand the use of him in this post, please refrain from using other player characters in the future. Other than that, feel free to post.
Just a follow-up clarification. The only current ship-captain is Reiker. Richard is his second-in-command.
Cassandra is sort of an "undercaptain" or underboss at the moment, however it's a moot title with nearly the entire crew wiped out. Action is right around the corner (as a note), but feel free to try and get a post in before everything goes to hell.
See you guys soon!
"I'm still alive, aren't I?"
@Riknas Cass will prefer the title underboss it's less...legit? Haha
Name: Mark Stone
Appearance (Description or picture): 6'5'' and very muscular. He has close cut but not well kept black hair and stubble grown to the point that it looks more brutish than anything else. He dresses for function rather than appearance so it is common to see him in jumpsuits or very simple relaxed wear. In combat situations he might add kevlar-type materials to his wardrobe.
Previous Occupation (Brief history if there is none): He has worked for several years as a mercenary, generally sticking to jobs requiring demolitions/engineering expertise. On his last job he worked as an explosives expert on a mining site for several months.
Mark tied a small strand of blasting cord around one of the vital pipes for the oxygen filtration system of the pleasure vessel he was on, just enough for an explosion that would rupture the pipeline but not alert anyone on the ship's other decks of it happening. He was on the expensive travelling cruiser of some diplomat or another that had earned himself an assassination. Said diplomat would be leaving for a resort planet shortly, Mark and a few others had been hired to ensure he didn't survive the trip. All that was left for Mark was to exit the ship, then, once it took off, he would detonate the explosives he had planted on the ship's oxygen filtration and ventilation systems, slowly draining the ship of oxygen and filling it with noxious gasses. Hackers had already ensured that the ship's monitoring system wouldn't alert the crew to the explosions or the damage and that if the crew somehow did notice that they were slowly dying, they'd be unable to communicate with anyone about it. In the end it would look like the deaths of everyone on the ship were just terrible accidents resulting from failures of the ship's systems that they had somehow not noticed.
Mark stepped up and walked past the smothered corpse of the engineer whose job it would have been to monitor these systems, eliminating him was also a piece of Mark's part of the operation. He had been careful not to leave any signs, at least any that would be found without deep examination, that the man's death resulted from anything other than the suffocation that would take the rest of the crew. The ship had a small crew, and there was no reason for anyone else to come down to engineering until they were at least a few hours out, and by then it would be too late.
Mark made his way off the ship and out of the docking area as inconspicuously as he could and met up with the two other mercs that had worked with him on the operation. "It's done, no complications." He told them, then the three made minor chit-chat until the ship had begun its journey.
"Ok, detonate it." The technician who had hacked the ship's systems told Mark, and he did. The merc looked down to a handheld monitoring device and reported, "The ship's monitoring system is picking up the damage and not reporting any of it to the crew. Oxygen levels are dropping, they'll be dead within a few hours."
"Everything went smoothly then," Mark said to the others. "Let's go get paid..."
I'm pretty sure it was accepted...
Shhhhh, sweet children...
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