[OOC] Interference from the Higher Dimensions - SciFi Spaceship RP

[Sep]

Uh, sure I guess.

[WrongEndoftheRainbow]

Feel free to kill off my guys. Something came up and now I just don't want to RP at all.

[Queen Raidne]

Oh no! Bye, SS13.

Edit: If you'd like, I could take over RPing the station. I'm familiar* with the game.

*

Goddamnit, why can't I stop playing that game.

[WrongEndoftheRainbow]

Go ahead, I just don't feel the drive anymore. Lots of bad memories stirred up. None of it is because of you guys, of course. It's completely unrelated but it's hitting every avenue of RP for me.

[Sep]

Sorry to see you go but I understand.

[Sep]

Away the PMs to Matt, RogerD and Click This. If they doth not post push on my fellows and if someone is holding you back you have puppeteer rights.

Sorry Pi but for Nobles case I got a note from him so you can push on and bring your new ship in but looks like for now you can't touch your Engi D:

[Queen Raidne]

May I presume that it's okay for me to take over the SS13 station?

Edit: Reposting WrongEndOfTheRainbow's sheet here with formatting for my own sanity. You can safely ignore this.

Sheet

Ship Name: NTRS Exodus
Ship Class: Mobile Station
Ship Wikia Link and Image
Notable Crew:
+Captain: Chris Donut, a drunkard who doesn't actually do any work. He's largely considered a figurehead.
+HoP: ???: A mysterious man, he often disappears quickly into the shift. Calls for job changes and new IDs go unanswered. The detective is on a constant quest to find this mythical Head of Personnel. His department consists of a chef, a bartender, four Botanists, a QM, three Cargo Techs, four shaft miners, and the assistants.
+HoS: Vladimir Rein, considered the person in actual power of the station, he and his security officers enforce a strict brand of preemptive justice (which often means grouping up to dogpile and harm baton the clown). His department consists of two lawyers, a magistrate, eight security officers, a noir-style detective, a warden, and two brig physicians.
+CE: Dylan Riker: He's different from the RD and CMO in the way that his department actually listens to him, most of the time. His department consists of eight engineers, three atmospheric technicians, a mechanic (Who's a megalomaniac who wants nothing more then to get a scan on a gun and gleefully use his new toy.), and the maintenance drones.
+CMO: Sploosh, a slime person. He does everything in the medbay because everyone under him does fuck-all. His department consists of two chemists, six medical doctors, a psychiatrist, two surgeons, and three geneticists.
+RD: Halinder Meack, he's essentially the teacher of a class of retarded manbabies who have the capability to destroy the entire station. His department is a hive of scum and villainy, and don't actually listen to him at all. Under his (Technical, but not in practice) command, there is five scientists, two roboticists, three xenoarcheologists, two xenobiologists, and Ol' Harner the guardbuddy.
+The Clown: Honkers Wonkers, robuster and thief extraordinaire. A veteran of the Clown-Mime war, he has a hatred for Mimington.
+The Mime: Mimington, a silent expert of the arts, he is a veteran of the Clown-Mime war, and the assassin of King Squiggles the Eighth. The clown wants his head for this act.
+The AI: Commie Bot 9000, an AI who is looking for every chance to commit mass homicide while constantly spouting Communism propaganda. He is in command of four engie borgs, three medical bots, a mining bot, four service bots, and five security bots.
+Officer Beepsky: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu3D1yH2WYM (He is THE LAW.)
+The Graytide: The wave of assistants who are the rival to Security, they never remove their badge of honor - the gray jumpsuit - and know whether to report a crime or not based on the color of the criminal's clothing. They never give up on fellow assistants, and one being arrested means the rest will arm up with improvised weapons and raid the brig. They can usually be found yelling about how superior assistants are compared to the rest of the crew.

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Pre-Departure Scene: The detective leaned back in his chair, eying the television screen beside him. A view of the Botany department flickered on the screen, where the Botanists could be seen hard at work growing food and weed alike. He, five minutes earlier, had managed to find the HoP's fingerprints on the maintenance door in there. The Botanists had told him they were all too high to have noticed anybody coming in. Yet another trail, gone cold. He reached forward slowly, taking a pack of cigarettes from the top of his desk. Flicking the top of the packet open, he drew one of the tobacco rolls and put it in his mouth, coolly popping the top of his Zippo open, lighting the end of the cigarette in a single smooth movement. The station was quiet. Too quiet. Where were the explosions? The screams? Was there a stealthy wizard, or a Syndicate Nuclear crew in disguise? Perhaps Changelings or vampires? A traitor with the affinity for the silent? Perhaps the AI was malfunctioning, and biding it's time to activate the self destruct?

He emerged from his chair, packing up his forensics equipment. If there was villainy happening, then he would be the one to find it. Perhaps he could even locate the HoP in his search. As he walked to the door that lead to the hallway, the station suddenly shook, nearly throwing him to his feet. A klaxon blared for a moment, before being drowned out by the robotic voice of Commie Bot 9000. "Warning," it called, "the station is now entering a Macho ring. Perhaps they will teach you filthy capitalist pigs a lesson."

The radio burst into chatter moments after, filling with the doom sayings of the crew.

"We're fucked!"
"Welp, I'm out of here."
"OH GOD HE'S PILEDRIVING ME"
"Micro men spotted in Enginee-Gaaah!"
"They just broke into Genetics!"

He drew his .38 shooter, a gun of old that packed a punch, though he knew it would do little to a Macho Man. Even a single Macho Man could destroy the station, let alone the hundreds smashing against the hull, breaking through with ease. For a moment, he contemplated the escape pod. It wouldn't work, the Macho Men could easily catch up to such a craft. The station suddenly trembled, as the sound of a thousand of them rang out.

"I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE WRESTLI-"

They never finished. There was a blinding flash, then silence.

[Sep]

Rainbow gave you permission so you can if you wish.

[Penultimate_Pi]

I'll wait until a couple more people jump into the new area before I post, if that's okay.

[mattmanganon]

Sorry for not posting, been a bit preoccupied... Also, i've been waiting for others to catch up.

[Sep]

I'll help noble when his work schedule clears up. Continue to push on Matt. I am sure Flamelord looks foward to it more than anyone :P

[Flamelord]

Indeed. Though honestly I just wanna know if his guys do anything weird WH40K related before I go to Warp. Like preparing to repel demonic boarders.

[Sep]

Well, catch y'all tomorrow.

[Sep]

and Alas. Flamelord joins the ship full of life sucking aliens, TV crew and a women who'll do anything to survive.

[Flamelord]

Next time I play as the Dimensional Submarine. But oh well. Just wait till I get my Wave Motion Guns back.

Actually, may have to go edit my post, since my guys know Morse code.

[Queen Raidne]

So, we've escaped for the moment. What next? My vote is that we find some Jedi before they're all dead. Or conveniently escape to a system where nondead Jedi are for repairs and tech upgrades. But we definitely can't take Palpatine on right now, and staying in this system seems hazardous to our health.

[RogerD]

I will get my post up tomorrow morning.

[Sep]

Queen Raidne said
So, we've escaped for the moment. What next? My vote is that we find some Jedi before they're all dead. Or conveniently escape to a system where nondead Jedi are for repairs and tech upgrades. But we definitely can't take Palpatine on right now, and staying in this system seems hazardous to our health.

Right now y'all need to actually form a fleet. We got a TV ship on its own, two uneasy friendships and a two ships from alternate timelines of the same universe.

Band together, I'll give y'all something to do pre-Timeskip. 'Course if you don't band together that is fine. Though don't expect me to go easy on you just cause you're in a fleet of two rather than with everyone ;)

Raidne knows of my evilness. Beware.

[Flamelord]

Alright, editing complete. Sorry Raidne, but you might get better luck with a video call.

[Queen Raidne]

I would've done a video call if our transmissions weren't still jammed. Though maybe they aren't on the very edge of the system? And I'm just going to throw this out there: I'm willing to ally with pretty much everyone. Especially the Trekkies, as we've already demonstrated that we have each others' backs.