Giants Without Names
"And the angels who did not stay within their own position of authority, but left their proper dwelling, he has kept in eternal chains under gloomy darkness until the judgment of the great day—"
Space bent and folded, twisting in impossible ways as two points an incomprehensible distance from one another were forced together like the corners of a piece of parchment. Energy crackled through the inky void of space as a vessel tore through the projected wormhole. A gargantuan beast of metal emerged through the rip in space-time, exploding into the solar system from origins unknown.
"The Moloch has successfully crossed through. Closing tunnel." A mechanically tinged voice echoed quietly through the vessel's bridge. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the glow coming from the console before the unoccupied captain's seat. The image of an eye, unblinking, flickered across it.
Before the Moloch rose a great shape within the expanse of space. A sphere of bright blues and greens rested on the horizon, enticing the titanic ship toward it. It turned with great haste to make for the planet, it's engines glowing bright as it shot through the black.
A near silent whirring filled the bridge as minute adjustments were made to the controls by a seemingly invisible force. Switches flicked themselves and the yoke turned of it's own accord. "Approaching destination. Preparing for descent." The voice belonged to the ship's Artificial Intelligence, Ananke. She was young and newly installed aboard a ship of this kind, but the A.I was eager to prove herself, despite the nature of her...duties.
The more precise Descent Propulsion Systems began to slip out of their compartments on the exterior of the spacefaring vehicle. They were meant to guide the Moloch in the process of reentry in ways the more powerful yet equally cumbersome main engines could not. However, part way through the process, something went wrong. Something caused the panels to jam.
"Error." Ananke's airy voice took on an edge at the warning klaxons sounding within her logic processors. A living organism might call it fear. "D.P Systems not deploying. Searching for cause." The A.I sent it's many tendrils racing through the Moloch's software, looking for the source of the disturbance so that she might fix it.
Her logic processors spiked at the discovery of what was causing the issue.
"Anomalous signal detected. It is blocking my control of the engines." Ananke had lost all control over the Moloch's propulsion. She could not slow it's race toward the planet, nor could she guide it in a safe descent. "Signal source unknown. Counter-measures ineffective." What could do this? She was equipped with state of the art electronic warfare suites. Her sensors should've picked up the signal long before she was in range of it's affects. Yet Ananke hadn't known it was present until...
Until it was too late.
"Preparing emergency crash protocols."
The Setting
The crash caused severe damage to the Moloch, leaving several of it's systems offline and many more compromised. Electrical fires have sprouted throughout the interior, with some rooms near inaccessible due to being crushed under the weight of the ship's own bulkheads. Many of these systems are critical to the continued survival of the ship's inhabitants, and the survivors's first priority should be the repair of essential functions.
Aside from basic survival, however, other issues present themselves from the moment the survivors wake. They have no memory to speak of. Their pasts, their beliefs, even their names have been forgotten. This mysterious case of ship-wide amnesia cannot be rectified simply. Ananke's databanks were damaged during the crash, leaving whatever information they may contain about the passengers or crew an enigma. The only means of identifying themselves are the serial numbers printed on their uniforms.
Their duties, then, are thus: They must secure their immediate survival by bringing the ship's vital processes back online. Afterword, they must attempt by any and all means to learn of their purpose aboard the Moloch. Their memories must be restored. All the while, the survivors have to contend with whatever trials the very world itself has to offer them. 'Hope' is not in great supply for the crew, but the will to live oft spurs even the most unexpected men to greatness.
OOC Information
Welcome to Giants Without Names, a survival Sci-Fi story about a crashed spaceship and an alien crew knee-deep in the unknown. Before we begin our journey, I have a couple of things I'd like to lay out:
• This is an Advanced level Roleplay, as you might have guessed, and expectations mirror that. Posts should have a length of around three paragraphs in which either meaningful action is taken, or these are used to reflect on the nature of the character and his or her thoughts. You are expected to give your characters depth and a sense of realism, even if they are giants from outer-space. The flavor text above is a good indication of what I'm expecting.
• While we won't be proceeding into realms darker or more explicit than the site allows, it would be in your best interest to prepare yourself for adult themes to be explored in this Roleplay. Difficult times can bring out the worst in people.
• There will not be a hard cap of any sort on post times. However it is to be assumed that if you're signing up then you're planning to post once in a blue moon and you're in it for the long haul. If I can't get a hold of you and you haven't posted in some time, I'll do what I have to in order to keep the Roleplay progressing.
• Number of players wanted depends entirely on amount of interest. I'll accommodate for however many people wish to participate.
• As always, abide by the golden rule: treat others how you wish to be treated! This should go without saying, but, y'know how it is.
• While we won't be proceeding into realms darker or more explicit than the site allows, it would be in your best interest to prepare yourself for adult themes to be explored in this Roleplay. Difficult times can bring out the worst in people.
• There will not be a hard cap of any sort on post times. However it is to be assumed that if you're signing up then you're planning to post once in a blue moon and you're in it for the long haul. If I can't get a hold of you and you haven't posted in some time, I'll do what I have to in order to keep the Roleplay progressing.
• Number of players wanted depends entirely on amount of interest. I'll accommodate for however many people wish to participate.
• As always, abide by the golden rule: treat others how you wish to be treated! This should go without saying, but, y'know how it is.
