Come join the party in the dust and the sand
Chip on your shoulder sweat and dirt on your hands
Machines in slumber start to lumber outside
Head full of numbers see the colours collide

Such safest Sanctuary
Droppin' them dollars on you thank you very
Much by the way no refunds
Back into the boneyard badlands we run

I saw a siren singing
Shifting through the shots-a ringing
Frying burning cuts-a stinging
Bringing you the pain

Come on down and join the party tonight
We ain't the kind to turn away from a fight
Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands
Cause we're breaking down the borders
As we light up the lands...

Old TK's shack is just a derelict shell
Ain't nothing left now but his notes and the smell
He used to watch over the fire and the stone
Fan fiction told me that he died all alone

Splash bang so corrosive
Don't get close if it's explosive
Flash gang caustic crew
Simmer and smoke in electric blue

Hiss goes the radio
Vicious malicious a voice we know
Soon to reap the seeds you sow
Bringing you the pain

Come on down and join the party tonight
We ain't the kind to turn away from a fight
Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands
Cause we're breaking down the borders
As we light up the lands

Name: Qoorb (Pronounced Korb. The first three letters of a Rek's name are the equivalent of a family name, and the rest is the equivalent of their personal name)

Age/Race/Gender: 15 (Equivalent to 27 for a human)/Rek/Genderless (Reks, like flowers, have both male and female genitalia. Intercourse results in both parties getting pregnant)

Appearance:


Occupation: Junker. Loots scrap from derelict ships and stations, repairs or builds from it, and sells what they have repaired or built for a hefty profit.

Weapons:
-Shoots normal or incendiary rounds. Fires 8 shots before needing to be reloaded.

Armor: Power-Armor salvaged and built from the power-armors of many a corpse

Items: Welding equipment, a mobile computer and a personal network-link station

Skills: Is very adept at Robotics, and hacking.

Other: One of these people who really open up (to an uncomfortable degree) when they get drinking.

The Alliance begins Project Revenant by gathering up an initial crew of bloodthirsty and ruthless criminal-types. Their first job is to head to a 'no-man's land' solar system decimated by the Corvais War 5 years ago. A station resembling a mining outpost similar to the ones used by a company based in Federation territory has popped up there. It's very presence is a violation of Galactic Law, but instead of going through official channels, the Alliance (thinking correctly that it's secretly a Federation military outpost, set up to spy on the Alliance) sends in the Revenant. After a harrowing battle that ends with a few deaths, some revelations, and an overwhelming sense of 'how the hell are these people ever going to work as a team?'

The next 'job' was pretty simple, head into the lawless Deadzone and pick up some new crew members and a resupply from an undercover Alliance outpost. the resupply contained orders for the next mission, which commenced after a short period of downtime for the crew to get to know one another. En route to the next job, the ship was beset by catastrophic systems failure. The crew had to band together to survive and keep the ship in one piece, talk about a team-building exercise. It didn't end perfectly though, a couple of crew members were injured in the efforts to save the ship, and their best chance of survival was placing them into deep comas. The next mission was a massive undertaking: a 5-stage plan in which the Revenant paired up with a team of mercenaries to assassinate a space pirate 'king' who happened to be an ex-Federation general. This mission literally took forever to do, so I'm gonna have to double back and fill in the details later, but as for the ending.... it didn't end awesomely. We lost a ton of crew members, along with the entire mercenary group (who were mostly just some leftover character ideas I wanted to use if we're being honest) and some members of the surviving crew were changed in ways that aren't necessarily all revealed yet.

We did a timeskip of approximately 8 months, during which we said the crew took on another 10 jobs or so, but for several weeks they'd just been drifting aimlessly, with no real objective in sight. Oh, also the 2 crew members who had gone into comas woke up and were recovering. They finally get word from their handlers about a mission (after picking up a pair of new crew mates) and jetted off to the edge of Alliance territory, where a more or less abandoned colony was in the midst of a raid by a faction of space pirates who acted like vikings. The objective? To gain access to an underground lab and evacuate the scientists there, who had supposedly just stumbled on some big development in their research. After making it inside the facility (though not without being discovered by the viking-pirates) Stryker (the captain) discovered that the big development was that these scientists had figured out a way to harness dark matter energy. Though they naively thought that the Alliance would use this scientific breakthrough to solve a potential energy crisis, Stryker knew they'd only turn it into a devastating weapon- A black hole generator. Despite his orders, Stryker decided that no one deserves access to a weapon of that caliber, and he gave his team orders to murder the scientists. They did that and rigged the lab to explode, erasing all evidence of what they'd done.

The team has just arrived at Helios Station for a night of R&R, resupply, and picking up new recruits for the team.

Name: Sadaet Kotayki III

Origin: Sadaet hails from the Shahani System, a binary star grouping with a somewhat recent colonial history. While not the frontier by any means, the planets are considered “second world” and are ruled by the remnants of a royal house. Sadaet is a minor prince of the largest faction in the system, the Kotayki House. As part of House Kotayki, he served in the Royal Kotayki Armed Forces at the start of the Shahni System Conflicts, a brutal eight year war fought between the human majority against alien minority populations. The conflict dragged on as RKAF forces became bogged down clearing alien population centers and insurgents in the tough terrain of the many moon systems near the system’s gas giant.

Towards the eight year mark, allegations of war crimes were thrown as the Kotayki House came under Alliance scrutiny. A peacekeeping force stopped hostilities and began a postwar reconstruction of the system. Investigations into ethnic cleansing turned up results of organized plans to clean the system of alien life to allow human expansion. Sadaet, while a member of the Signal Corps and thus removed from ground combat operations, was still a member of the military forces. The royals shamed and his system subsumed by the Alliance’s central control, Sadaet went into hiding.

With the end of the war erasing the Kotayki House’s hold on any sort of power, Sadaet withdrew his money into secret accounts before Alliance government agents could freeze it. Many of his officer compatriots, some more guilty than others, turned to crime syndicates to sell their skills. As a signal officer who worked on much of the “invisible war” in cyberspace, Sadaet offered his skills as an electronic warfare mercenary. His fortune was sustained by an expertise in enabling black market operations. He slipped into the shadows, to the Helios System, where further adventure awaits…

Age/Race/Gender: Human male, 32

Appearance: Tall, and with messy black hair and a trimmed beard that looks like it sees more care than his haircut, Sadaet appears to be of South Asian or Indian heritage. With a confident, matured look, he intimidates if he needs to but mostly appears to be a good business partner. He bears a half-sleeve of traditional art on his left arm. His daily wear consists of subdued, almost tactical cargo pants with boots and a fitted, modernized leather jacket. In the cold, he’ll wear a beanie and can often be seen roaming the ship in flip flops, shorts, and a military silkweight top.

Occupation: Black market contact, electronic warfare mercenary

Weapons: When walking out and about, Sadaet conceals a compact revolver in his waistband. This revolver can have its barrel changed to a longer version if concealment is not required. If engaging in direct action, he will utilize a battle rifle. On his hip, he wears the traditional straight fighting shortsword of the Shahani System: mostly for show, since swords aren’t great in a gunfight.

Armor: Sadaet typically only wears a set of dark-grey plate armor (similar to this model) under his jacket, purchased off the black market. Careful to avoid Kotayki military kit, this one is sourced from private companies and has the mark of a defense contractor across its chestplate. When he needs space to carry fighting loads, he wears a battle belt with magazine pouches, a few utility pouches, and a medical pouch.

Items: Generally carries around a smartphone/tablet device which acts as the main device for his cyber and electronic toolkits. In addition to that, he carries around items like bugs, sensors, and surveillance devices. Uses a contact-lens electronic display derived from RKAF military equipment that links to his tablet device. When out in the field, he’ll wear a backpack with general equipment in it. A small drone called the Sentinel can be carried and launched for reconnaissance or light attacks with its small gun.

Skills: Owing to his service as an officer in the RKAF’s Signal Corps and as a detachment commander in the 7th Special Support Actions Regiment, Sadaet has been trained in communications (including establishment, jamming, tracking, encryption/decryption), cyber operations (offensive and defensive), drone operations, and other facets of electronic warfare. He maintains basic military proficiencies despite the fact that he was never in a combat role.

Powers: None

Other: There’s more to Sadaet than meets the eye: he is usually a fairly relaxed guy, but will do whatever it takes if the situation demands it.

Name: PA(X)-1147j, "Pax"

Age/Race/Gender: Unknown / Robot / Male Program

Appearance:

Occupation: Personal Assistant/Body Guard, Bartender, Animal Tender, Slave

Weapons:

The "Maverick" handgun is a heavy-duty, revolver-style sidearm crafted utilizing specialized gauss technology and designed to fire a wide variety of ammunition types housed in specially shaped cartridges. Capable of firing rapid bursts or charging up powerful shots, this versatile weapon can be extremely deadly in the right hands - or extremely deadly to the wielder in the wrong hands, as the recoil and kickback are unparalleled. Cartridges contain four to eight rounds, depending on the type of ammunition. Slugshot and Buckshot rounds come in fours, and ball rounds come in eights. Slugshots and ball rounds can be charged up for more power, while only ball rounds can be burst-fired.

Armor: Pax's frame and circuitry are protected by lightweight and flexible armor plating

Items: A pouch of Tarberries and several cartridges for the Maverick handgun

Skills:
Quick Learner. Due to Pax's past experience as a personal assistant, he can quickly learn new skills by analyzing examples of those particular skills being put to work - like an apprentice mimicking their mentor. However, at the same time, this method is not flawless, and Pax is prone to failure from underlying memory issues.
Animal Tending. Pax has experience working with all kinds of animals, and can detect when they are distressed by analyzing body cues. He has managed to calm down a few angry creatures in his time, and is exceptionally interested in animals that are kept as pets. He loves pets (Except for insects and arachnids).
Bartending. If you've had one hell of a bad day, Pax has you covered with a vast knowledge of over three-thousand alcoholic beverages. While he may know all the right mixtures, though, he does not know each species' level of tolerance (nor does he honestly care)... so careful what you ask for, cause he'll make it for you whether it's safe or not.
Melee combat. Pax has only ever fired a gun once (technically twice), but he has fought extentively using his own body as a weapon. The fact that he's made out of metal makes him a very difficult opponent in a bar brawl, and the only downside is that he's not really trained in any fighting disciplines. Aaand, y'know, bar brawls aren't too common outside of bars and dark alleyways and other such places.

Powers: None

Other: Has a pet Kirukana named Nagansa. Her body is ~76cm long, and she has a wingspan of about ~124cm. Kirukana possess a natural ability to camouflage with their surroundings, much like an earth chameleon, but their many small eyes cannot (their eyes also reflect light, which is extremely noticeable in dark environments). Their feces also smells amazingly terrible, leading researchers to believe it is used to ward off predators from the Kirukana's territory.