At the moment we haven't got any confirmed characters (ones posted in the Characters thread) so we're still looking for participants. Feel free to post up any ideas you may have.
Due to the amount of interest I'm getting I may start a second adventure with the same backstory if people don't manage to make the cut on the first party, so don't worry too much if you don't make it in time.
Appearance: Simon stands 6' 1" tall, weighing in at a paltry 165 pounds. His physique is that of a lean, muscled man, not much weight on him but he's fit enough for his duties. With a head of messy blonde hair and brown eyes, freckles and a slightly crooked nose, he isn't a real looker either, all in all putting out an image of your average everyday human male.
Personality: Simon is one of those people that sticks out his neck for his friends. Very humble, helpful and caring for those under him, he regularly makes himself out to be one of those guys that is liked by everyone in the workplace, even though he's mostly silent. He communicates his happiness or pleasure the most with his bright smiles and cheerful demeanour, even if he says little. More often than not, his actions convey his feelings more than his words do. He is also slow to anger, and takes criticism with a level head and optimism to soften harsh words or gestures. He is also often referred to as a mediator or a counsellor, in part due to these tendencies of his.
Class: Medical Officer
Skills: Expert Class - Field and General Medicine Class - Combat Surgery
Skilled General - Electronics
Proficient Combat - Marksmanship
Non-standard Abilities: N/A
Equipment
This set of lightweight, high strength, flexible plas-steel armour is the latest in PharmCo's line of military-grade medical gear. It comes in built with multiple sensors on the gloves to detect a casualty's pulse, breathing rate and blood pressure, along with a small array of miniature x-ray beams that transmit a direct image of the skeletal or organ structure of the casualty to the user's helmet visor. The armour also monitors ambient weather conditions like oxygen, pressure levels, temperature, harmful gases and radiological or biological hazards in the vicinity of the user. Finally, rounding out the armour's sensory capabilities, it also monitors the user's own vital signs, displaying injuries where they are sustained on the body. Its crisp, white design also comes with a red cross on the left breastplate and on the shoulder pauldrons, not depicted in the picture due to the above being a representation before final painting.
PharmCo Full Surgical Field Assembly
One of PharmCo's finest inventions, the FSFA is a set of armour rigging and webbing that is designed to fit over any of the company's many lines of combat armour. The rigging is specially made for field doctors or surgeons, and contains a myriad of sleeves and pouches designed to hold medical equipment designed by PharmCo, or otherwise. These include the AMSD, the LASC, and a wide array of other medical devices, such as medigel tubes, morphine syrettes, disinfectant sprays and other related equipment. Simon's rig comes fitted with the following:
5 x PharmCo MediGel Tubes (Instructions: twist open top, squeeze contents liberally onto wound) - These small, palm-sized tubes are full of PharmCo's proprietary MediGel, a non-toxic gelatin-based healing agent that speeds up cellular growth and regeneration, and prevents profuse bleeding. Its method of action is, after application, the cold gel rapidly warms from body heat and melts, turning into a liquid that diffuses and is absorbed quickly into the body. Once there, haematostatic agents within the liquid act quickly on open blood vessels, causing clotting and preventing any further bleeding, while regrowth agents activate and superspeed the body's ability to heal, quickly sealing any small or medium-sized wounds. The gel is quick-acting, and are normally used in the field by combat medics to stabilise casualties with small to medium-sized wounds. Larger wounds, however, will require more stabilisation than just gel and morphine. Designed by PharmCo to be effective on any form of biological tissue, human or alien!
5 x PharmCo Quick-use Syrettes (Instructions: pop top with thumb, insert needle end into exposed flesh, wait five to ten seconds, remove and dispose) - These syrettes are filled with numbing morphine, and are made from a special 3D-printer and refiller within his armour's chest plate. He can only carry five at a time and the amount of spare morphine he carries is limited to another ten syrettes.
1 x PharmCo Disinfectant Aerosol Canister (Instructions: pop top, shake well, spray on area to be treated) - Also known as a simple disinfectant spray, this hand-sized spray canister contains a specialised liquid that, upon being aerosolised, is capable of removing 99.9% of bacterial or viral agents in a specified area.
1 x PharmCo Malleable Splint - A mid-sized device, this roll of malleable, high-strength plas-steel is made for casualties with broken limbs. Once removed from its plastic seal, the splint can be unrolled and then formed precisely according to the limb that is injured. Once formed, the material will stay solid and stiff while the casualty is being transported, and is easily cut open or removed upon reaching a field hospital or surgical suite.
PharmCo Laser-Assisted Surgical Cutter
Everything it says on the tin, the LASC is a glorified laser cutter, small in size so that it fits within one of his kit's recesses. The LASC operates on the basic principle that doctors or medics in the field need quick and easy access to wounded soldiers' flesh, and PharmCo's solution was a high-powered laser cutter that could easily eat through the layers of adaptive armour and webbing that comprised a regular Terran soldier's gear, yet was safe enough to use without cutting the casualty underneath. Their solution was a high-strength, low-intensity laser that merely heated flesh to a slightly uncomfortable level, but was strong enough to penetrate multiple layers of armour and clothing with ease. All this was packed into a neat pen-sized device that is able to be carried anywhere feasible on the body.
PharmCo Adaptive Medical Solution Device
Unlike what its elaborate name suggests, the AMSD is essentially a medigun. Developed by PharmCo's experimental research division, the AMSD, or Amsad as it's affectionately called by the staff, is a hybrid between a battle rifle and an all-purpose field medical apparatus. In its battle rifle form, it fires slugs made of superheated steel shorn from a single rectangular magazine within its grip through the use of magnets powered and operated by an onboard computer system, making it an effective railgun. Its medical uses are far more diverse, as apart from being able to preserve the life of its user through rapid application of molten metal into potential aggressors, it is also able to be loaded with alternative ammunition, by way of overriding the main barrel's load with an external feed. These are:
Painkiller Rounds - These special capsule rounds are designed to be fired at allied targets. When they burst on impact with a solid surface, say armour, the pressurised liquid painkillers within aerosolise and disperse into a cloud that a soldier can inhale to suppress his pain and keep on functioning as long as it takes for a medic to reach him.
Morphine Syrettes - If the medical officer or orderly on hand does not have the time to reach for a syrette from his back pouch, he can instead load a syrette that's already attached onto the gun's side into the rifle's breech on the top of the assembly. Once done, the gun's onboard computer system detects that it is firing syringes, and will lower its power output significantly to reduce injury. Pulling the trigger will apply the syrette similar to an injection gun, and the syrette is easily removed by simply pulling the gun barrel away from the patient's flesh. Of course, if the gun's safety system is overridden, it can and will fire a syrette at railgun speeds with deadly accuracy, though it's not designed to. Each AMSD comes pre-fitted with two syrettes on either side of the gun assembly.
Surgical Staples - Just like the syrettes, each AMSD comes pre-fitted with a double load of superstrength alloy staples, on either sides of the gun in small, disposable loader magazines. When a load of staples are pushed into the rifle barrel, its computer detects the wanted function and lowers its power levels to make it function as an overly large staple gun. Once this is done, the AMSD can be used to quickly close gaping wounds, similar to a modern medical staple gun. And, just like the above mentioned, if the safety system is overridden, the AMSD will fire its staples with deadly force, though it's not designed to.
MediGel - The only load for the AMSD that is not dangerous when fired, MediGel is able to be loaded within the AMSD and applied over a longer surface, much like how a glue gun works. The rifle's barrel is more suited for insertion into slightly gaping wounds, thus allowing the medical officer or orderly to apply gel to deeper wounds, thus stimulating healing from the inside out and enabling him to quickly treat a casualty with moderately serious wounds.
Bio: Simon Brewer is a surgeon and combat doctor, human of course, but not born on Earth. Instead, he came to be on a colony on Mars, and his interest in medicine was piqued due to his family's attachment to the colony's lone clinic and surgical suite. From an early age he was attracted to the study of biology, the human body, what makes it tick and so on, and his parents were happy to help him in his studies. After high school they enrolled him into medical school back on Earth, specifically in New Boston, after which he graduated as an assistant medical orderly. Shortly thereafter, he furthered his career in medicine and became a full-fledged doctor, specialising in reconstructive surgery, before returning to his home on Mars to work at the family clinic.
It wasn't long before Simon's talents were found by PharmCo. The roving military medical company's talent scouts approached Simon with a proposition: work at one of the most prestigious medical firms in the galaxy, and in return have the opportunity to explore the furthest reaches of space in their everpresent attempts to understand alien biology and to deepen their studies of medicine in both human and alien physiologies. His interest highly piqued, he signed on, and after three months of preparatory training, he was shipped from Mars to one of PharmCo's largest life ships, the PCLS Nightingale. Once there, he was given a lab for his own use and he joined the Nightingale's research staff as one of the doctors en suite. With the PharmCo staff, he looked into the effects of their proprietary products, like MediGel, on both human and alien test subjects, as well as helping them test various sets of equipment meant for their military wing.
Soon it dawned upon him that PharmCo, as ambitious as they were, were a primarily military company in structure, as most of their inventions went to the Terran Federation military, for use in battlefield scenarios in the hands of field medics and surgeons. And, by that time, Simon had grown bored of the ship life. Tempted by the prospects, he approached his superiors with a request: have him be a field tester for their medical military gear and technology. The job came with high risks - death obviously being one of them, injury being another, getting shot at being a third - but the perks were higher; he'd get to visit more alien worlds, use the gear provided by the company, along with a larger risk pay packet and hefty bonuses for putting his life on the line in the name of medicine. He agreed on the spot. A new contract was signed and two weeks later Simon was on his very first deployment as a medical officer attached to a Federation Navy vessel, where he underwent rigorous physical training to meet the military's standards.
His first deployment is to the Lone Star, where he was to assess the vessel's safety, along with assuring the safety of his squad and keeping them in tip top shape. However, the details of who he was going with were sketchy, nonexistent at times, and though he isn't really looking forward to working with unknowns, he keeps his chin up, in the hopes that this first mission will be a success.
Quote: "Stay still, I'm trying to help you. Just keep calm, relax. You're safe." Medical specialist right here.
Race:Visipian - The Visipian race, otherwise known as The Silent Empire, are primarily a Religious-Extremist race, lead by a Stratocratic Government of Cybernetically Augmented Beings, who are commonly referred to as the Eternal Lords. Their sole mission as an Empire is to convert all other beings of the Universe to live under the rule and religious guidance of their dormant deity; The AllHeart. To achieve this mission, the Government, supported heavily by the entire population, impose a completely militarian lifestyle upon all beings within the Empire’s control. Through this tradition, spanning thousands of years, the Empire has evolved into an Advanced Military Power. It is by utilizing this Military Power as well as the Divine Energy Source of Jurichara (Mantra), granted to them by The AllHeart, that they have resolved to converting the Universe to follow their One True God. Failure to submit to The AllHeart’s rule will result in Conversion of the rebellious nation; A painful disintegration process that converts matter into Jurichara.
Personality:Confident. Egotistic. Sarcastic. Calculating. Anarchist. Prideful. Mez is a law unto himself, he follows no rules or laws, no moral or ethical guidelines and bends the knee to no one. At least, not any more. He is confident in his abilities and hires himself out more to constantly test them, than as a way of earning money. During his missions, he constantly belittles people or systems that are below his skill level. If he can get passed it with ease then it is no more than a trivial matter and not really worth his time. Despite being this way, however, he is loyal to the mission and will do everything in his power to see that it is completed with success.
Non-standard Abilities: Shadowstep:Invoking the divine energy of Jurichara, given to every Visipian by The AllHeart, Mez may at will, change into a smoke-like shadow form to camouflage himself. In this state, Mez is extremely hard to spot. After around two minutes, his form begins to solidify where he starts to become visible once again.
Cybernetically Augmented:Every Visipian undergoes cybernetic augmentation from birth to enhance their physical abilities and ensure a legitimate system of control. Aside from enhancements to bone structure, muscle tissue and vital organs, which improve their physical strength, speed and durability, the Visipians are fitted with a Direct Neural Interface which allows them to insert their minds into machine software or, more intrusively, receive software that may control their minds. Whilst the majority of the population do not require these measures, when the DNI's are implanted, a sleeper software is downloaded into the receiver's brain that, upon activation, can render that person completely under the control of the software owner. Which, in this case, happens to be the Visipian Government.
Equipment: Rasgrid's Retribution:Dual Mantra-Infused Energy Pistols designed to recycle and compress latent Jurichara Energy that lingers throughout the cosmos, then forcefully expel the heated energy through a reinforced pistol-based mechanism which fires the energy as super-heated projectiles. These are Mez's mainstay weapons. He reaches for these first before anything else and utilizes them expertly and efficiently. They were awarded to him for his outstanding service during his time as a Visipian citizen. The pistols each possess their own name. One being Osebon and the other being Ahael.
Xerxes' Silence:A singular 10-inch curved combat blade. The blade is forged from Visipian Steel, a highly versatile material that is renown for its incredible cutting ability. It's name comes from the unnatural property is possesses. The blade, when slicing through any material, doesn't make a sound. This property makes it the perfect weapon for any assassin. Mez was gifted this by the Eternal Lord Xerxes himself for his constant bravery and unparalleled success during his time as a Visipian citizen.
Rosenthal's Blessing:This is less of a singular object and more of a series of upgrades performed on his standard issue Cybernetic Augmentations. The Eternal Lord Rosenthal oversaw the upgrade procedure personally, which resulted in Mez receiving a noticeable boost in his cybernetic abilities as well as the addition of the highly-coveted Jurichara Energy Shielding. With only two other Visipians receiving this blessing before him, Mez was vaulted into Visipian knighthood. The shield itself protects the user much like a power suit would with the exception that it remains non-visible until the need for it arises. While it may certainly stop series of bullets or energy shots from small arms fire, it would surely dissipate from a high-powered rifle shot, although the user would remain mostly unharmed during dissipation. In this event, the user will need to enter a deep state of meditation to gather enough Jurichara to re-power to shielding.
Bio:Born as the son of a traitor, Mez was practically abandoned as a child after both of his parents were executed for treason. He was doomed to spend his life in a juvenile camp, destined to grow up being the lowest class of citizen within The Silent Empire. However, Xerxes, one of the Eternal Lords, took pity on him and ordered Mez to be relocated to his private estate. Xerxes would raise him as his own son. Mez grew well and, under the tutelage of an Eternal Lord, he excelled through the ranks of the military with ease.
By the time he was 16, Mez was transferred to the Elite Forces section of the Visipian military specifically joining as a member of the V.I.R.U.S. Squads (Vacuum Insertion Raid Under Siege). This raid is a Ship-Boarding battle tactic. Each soldier is projected via an Insertion Pod, usually from a battleship or larger-class ship and are aimed towards an enemy spacecraft. The pods are controlled mainly by automated systems but also provide a manual override for the soldier inside to control, once the pod reaches the opposition’s ship, it begins to latch itself onto the hull and proceeds to burn its way through the armour plating, effectively creating its own docking station. Whilst burning through the hull, the pod secretes an organic membrane that seals the breach, preventing the vacuum of space from tearing the ship apart. When the pod has burnt through to the inside of the ship, the front of the pod will open, allowing the person inside to exit onto the enemy ship. From there the Elite Forces soldier can proceed to exact any mission objectives they have been given, ranging from sabotaging weapon systems and engines, to complete capture of the enemy vessel. Mez proved himself repeatedly on each mission and eventually his name started to become well known. The son of the Eternal Lord Xerxes was fast becoming a hero within the Visipian ranks.
At the age of 21, Mez was honoured by the Commander of the Visipian Fleet & General of all Military Operations; The Eternal Lord Rasgrid. She bestowed upon him her personal energy pistols and issued him with the new rank of Warmaster. With this new rank came the opportunity and the honour of new and dangerous missions. These missions typically consisted of Assassinations, Sabotage and the retrieval of highly sensitive information by any means. It was after the success of his first mission, the assassination of a decorated military general on board a capital-class warship, that Xerxes gifted him with a specially made blade to assist him in his future missions.
Up until he was the age of 25, Mez's life had been an unexpected story of success. He had attained the highest, most revered rank that the Visipian military had to offer. He was a Champion of Visipia. His deeds were legendary, there were statues raised on Planet Visipia, the Homeworld of The Silent Empire, in his honour. The population adored him and he adored them. For Mez, he could think of no higher honour than to be a Champion of his people. The Eternal Lords, however, had one last blessing. They were going to grant him a Lordship. He was to become the thirteenth member of The Eternal Lords and live the rest of his life as as a King. But it wasn't to be. Merely days before his inauguration, Xerxes revealed the truth about his real parents and how he had come to live such a fortunate life. When he heard the news, Mez was devastated. His entire life, everything he had achieved had been a lie. At first he was too shocked to even think, let alone speak. But soon anger began to rise within him and it quickly turned to rage. Before he knew it, Mez was acting without thought. He struck his adopted father down, the resulting noise alerted the honour guards outside of his quarters who saw Mez standing over the injured Eternal Lord. Immediately, the alarm was sounded and the warrant for Mez's arrest announced. He was wanted for the attempted murder of an Eternal Lord and Treason against The Silent Empire.
He escaped capture by hijacking Xerxes' personal ship and warp-jumping to the edge of Visipian space. Once he had reached the outer edges of his people's territory, he set a course for the farthest side of the galaxy and put himself into cryosleep. When he awoke, he had arrived at a bandit-owned outpost where he began his life as a mercenary for hire.
Quote:"I have one rule: No questions. 'Cause as far as you or anyone else are concerned, I'm just a guy who gets shit done. And I'm pretty fucking good at it too...make sure you tell 'em that bit."
Name: “Call me Marga” is how she’s most likely to answer the question “what’s your name?” Whether that’s her real name or not remains unanswered.
Race: Marga’s brother tells her that his best guess on her lineage would be half-human, a man from one of the space colonies probably, and then of course their absent mother. Their mother came from a race of people called the Thuboisii that travel the various galaxies, intent on expanding their people’s knowledge and understanding in all matters.
Marga has inherited some features of the Thuboisii from her maternal genes. Her mind processes information quick and puzzles or problems present themselves to her easily, allowing her to find solutions rapidly. Similarly, her five senses are heightened beyond that of a full-breed human.
Appearance:
Marga’s physical appearance differs very little from that of a regular human. Though perhaps shorter than average, standing at only 5’5, most of the time she is indistinguishable from the human race. However, when experiencing emotions in their extremes such as anger, arousal or sadness, her skin changes colour to the characteristic light blue and intricate patterning of the Thuboisii people. She has little to no control over the change.
Personality: Marga’s personality is best described as feline for the most part. She observes those around her with a demeanour of having little interest or care in their goings on, however she is quietly cataloguing information that may be valuable to her at a later date. Furthermore, like a feline, Marga does not exactly do “friendly” all too well. Be sure that when the mood takes her or the situation arises, she can be completely charming and charismatic, often talking her way out of a dangerous situation or likewise, talking her way into someone’s interests. Manipulation of people’s emotions is easy for Marga. When she sees an opening in a person’s metaphorical armour, she pounces on the opportunity given to her. Extracting people’s secrets from them without them even realising that they are giving them away is the art form of a grifter - and Marga is no doubt one of the best. Indeed, she enjoys exercising her skills of manipulation and persuasion when given the chance, be this by deception, intimidation or seduction.
Marga’s own emotions are not kept in check all too well. While she can act pious and meek, those adjectives are not what anyone who knew the young woman would use to describe her. She sees most insults as a challenge - a character fault which has led her into trouble more than once. Ever eager to prove she as earned her place among her fellow pirates, thieves and bandits by her own merit and skill and not by warming the leaders’ beds, she can be rather reckless.
Marga takes the outlook on life that it is very person for themselves. Though she has her brother, she does not do herself the disservice of relying on him too much for the day may come when they are no longer together. Each person’s demons and troubles are their own problem. If they fall beneath the weight and darkness of them, so be it. If a person is not useful to her, they are dispensable and that is just the way of the worlds. As a result, she constantly fears someone better replacing her role in the band of thieves she belongs to.
Skills: Marga’s hard-earned place in her band of thieves is secure for the moment as she hasn’t come across anyone who can exceed her infiltration skills. Whereas the tactic of others is to go in all guns blazing and take over a ship by force, Marga adopts a much more stealthier approach. Locked doors are no obstacle for her, whether she is locked out or in, as she is an expert hacker and lock-picker. Her methods of infiltration involve sabotage - rot a ship from the inside out without anyone even realising she was there. Then, her fellow thieves can attack a weakened and distressed vessel.
Another skill Marga could be considered an expert in is explosives. While she is light of foot and generally can either avoid or hack security systems, being detected can sometimes be a problem. Her plan B in such situations for a successful getaway are her trusty explosives. BOOM.
Marga is rather proficient in such areas of climbing, abseiling and squeezing/crawling through tight spaces like air vents as her much smaller size and flexibility allows her to do this. Her heightened senses also give her improved hand-to-eye co-ordination. Where she lacks skill is in hand-to-hand combat and knowledge of various weaponry. Her solution when faced with such confrontation is to escape the immediate situation and recalculate her next move. Physically she is not much of an opponent, but intellectually she can bring a man to his knees.
Non-standard Abilities: Marga cannot recite to you great works of literature or poetry, but give her an untracked algorithm and she’ll break it for you quicker than you thought possible. The Thuboisii have a superior brain in terms of intelligence and storage capacity than that of a lot of other races as they have unlocked more parts of the brain than most. While Marga does not posses the full extent of these attributes, she has an eidetic memory and an ability to pick up information and instructions fast.
Equipment: Goggles (see appearance): Marga’s googles can pick up changes in temperature (helpful in detecting a person’s body heat) and traces of various elements. They are essentially a data base and are excellent when tracking a chemical signature of either a specific race or item.
Explosives and Mask (see appearance): Not all of the explosives Marga constructs are simply made to go boom. There are flash grenades made to blind and stun people; small, localised charges made to block passageways; smoke bombs made to provide cover and toxic or chemical bombs made for various purposes but most regularly to render a room of people unconscious. Her specialised mask allows her to breath and not experience any of the effects from her explosives.
Lock-picking and hacking equipment: Old school and high tech, Marga can turn her hand to both.
Taser gun (see appearance): Located on her left hand, Marga’s taser looks deceptively like a rather nasty knuckle duster. However, the sheer amount of voltage fired from the small taser gun is enough to render nearly all species unconscious. Depending on the quality of an opponent’s armour, they are not always left unconscious but will experience something similar to having received a blow to the head or having been drugged. The taser is accurate over a range of fifteen feet, any more and results vary considerably.
Bio: Marga was primarily raised by her much older brother, Caael, who is also half Thuboisii. Her brother’s other half is unknown but is most certainly not human. Marga’s mother left her with her brother because to the Thuboisii, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge - even family. Given that neither child showed the promise or desire to gather knowledge and intelligence from the universe, they were abandoned. This is not an uncommon trait of the Thuboisii.
Marga’s brother was already an established member of a group of thieves when Marga was unceremoniously left in his care. His skill as a pilot had earned him a place among one of the most exclusive criminal groups which was compromised of various experts from across the galaxies. Instead of leaving her behind, Caael established a bond with the young child left in his care and brought her into the fold. Growing up surrounded by pirates, bandits and thieves, Marga’s path in life was unsurprising. Though, her rising beyond being a standard crew member to an essential and trusted member of the inner circle was.
What led Marga to becoming a member of the team breaching the Lone Star was a botched heist. She and several other members of the infamous group of thieves called the Armada were captured by the United Alliance Navy. Contrary to the saying, there is little honour amongst thieves and so, upon learning on the unique skills Marga possessed, she was given the choice between following her fellow crew members in their executions or joining a task force being sent to explore the Lone Star. Marga chose the later and began planning her escape. Well, that and her revenge. Being a saboteur herself, she could tell that her captured had not being accidental.
Quote:”Whatever isn’t bolted down is my business. If I can sell it, spend it or trade with it, it’s as good as already mine. And if I don’t get caught, I deserve everything I steal.”
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FYI, Though this isn't a primary focus of the story, I'm open to romance with this character if anyone is interested.
Personality: Wishes to end suffering, disease, and death. He will help anyone who isn't his enemy, as long as it doesn't mean risking his own life too much.
Non-standard Abilities: Enhanced immunity (Mostly disease, but some radiation), Enhanced healing (10x rate, plus complete limb regeneration, though it is slow), Adrenal control (adrenaline burst gives him superhuman strength and speed, and, at higher levels can place him in the alpha state, ie, bullet time, though it tires him more the larger the burst of adrenaline)
Bio: Born on Kalasis, a planet in the Proxima Centauri system, he witnesses the death of millions at a young age when a plague infected his planet. It took over a year for the Galactic Medical Society to find a cure for the disease, by which time both of his parents had died. He was raised by his grandparents, and vowed to put an end to suffering and disease. By the time he was an adult he had a degree in genetics and had begun training for his doctorate in medicine. He started conducting medical research in his own home, selling the results of his experiments to the GMS whenever they had need of them. Shortly after graduating, however, the Antharan Security Force found that he was testing his genetic treatments on larval Antharans. While they had no protection under Antharan law, and weren't even officially recognized as sapient beings, he was linked to terrorists with interests in biological weapons, have used them to get supplies on the black market, which gave the authorities probable cause to search his lab. There they found evidence of other crimes, and he was arrested. He was released from prison three weeks ago on probation, and then arrested a few days later on charges of practicing medicine on a revoked license. The military secured his temporary release on the grounds that he help with the Lone Star.
Quote: "They have a 95% death rate before reaching the metamorphosis to second stage. The Antharans don't even consider them to be sentient beings until then, but their second stage will adapt to any physical hardship they come under during larval stage. Imagine if all species could adapt to physical hardship and trauma in such a manner." -Explaining to an officer why he was experimenting on larval Antharans
Well if anything, I reckon her and Mez would be having a few contests over who's stealthier :P
I'd say that's a good enough starting point as any.
Please, like she's going to become a religious nut. Besides, she deserves a man who loves her not for her looks, but for what's on the inside. Namely, that amazing brain of hers.
Please, like she's going to become a religious nut. Besides, she deserves a man who loves her not for her looks, but for what's on the inside. Namely, that amazing brain of hers.
Right on the religion front. She would however laugh at the next bit :)
Please, like she's going to become a religious nut. Besides, she deserves a man who loves her not for her looks, but for what's on the inside. Namely, that amazing brain of hers.
Haha! I never said that Mez was religious, his race is, but he's currently in exile and somewhat questioning the morals of his people. And if she's so amazing, Mez will more than likely beg to differ.
What type of history are we talking? Anicent, modern or sexual? Maybe all of the above! ;) Maybe when he was still a "good guy" he might have chased her and her band of thieves? I'd like to think Marga would have seduced him for the hell of it - though that could have backfired??? If you have ideas throw them at me! I have a net!!! :D
Please, like she's going to become a religious nut. Besides, she deserves a man who loves her not for her looks, but for what's on the inside. Namely, that amazing brain of hers.
You're not planning on dissecting her brain are you.....? O.o
Please. You plebian womb-born are no match for Hundred's romantic prowess.
She has already analyzed Marga's neuro-physiology and located optimal erogenous zones. Proper application of Tegiak nanomaterial can produce tactile sensations of significantly higher neural agonism to any method your means might enjoy.
Marga will submit herself to Hundred's pleasuring all other options are simply inferior.
What type of history are we talking? Anicent, modern or sexual? Maybe all of the above! ;) Maybe when he was still a "good guy" he might have chased her and her band of thieves? I'd like to think Marga would have seduced him for the hell of it - though that could have backfired??? If you have ideas throw them at me! I have a net!!! :D
Modern/Sexual could be fun :P And I doubt he would have ever been classed as a 'good guy' seeing as up until he was 25, he was assassinating political targets and forcefully supporting the aggressive expansion of his race on the other side of the galaxy. Though the Visipians aren't a threat right now, on the other side, they're pretty much the big bad. (So long as the GM agrees :P)
So he would have only known Marga for 3 years at the most. Unless, ofcourse, she would have ventured over into actively hostile space for whatever reason.
