Sometime in the Late 21st Century
The AI sat down and stared at the crypods from the luxurious leather-bound couch, just one of many dotting the observation lounge that ran along her own keel. It was an oval-shaped blister that extended from the great white ship's broad belly with floor-to-ceiling windows and two spiral staircases up into the first deck. The walls were paneled with wood, wonderfully dark oak that gleamed under the dim emergency lighting. The floor was some sort of dark grey carpet which muffled footsteps and felt wonderful underfoot, if one was barefoot. The cruise ship's avatar stared and stared, seemingly oblivious to the mournfully howling horns and slowly spinning beacons. Their yellow beams would occasionally cast themselves upon the jaguar, then onto the frosted metal tubes, then they would continue their journey around the room again. Outside the windows was the desolate rock by the name of Ceres on one side, and a field of asteroids to the other. The dim sun was behind Terra's broad stern, and the unknown void lay beyond her spade-shaped nose. Terra was projecting a hard hologram avatar of herself onto the couch, an anthropomorphic jaguaress with a white tunic and a flowing skirt. The female was fairly tall, standing at around five feet nine, with graceful, slender body lines and a nearly perfect face. She was dressed almost like she had come from ancient Rome.
Her memory was spotty and failing, however. Sometime, in the past, something had happened to the ship. Something had struck the 950 foot long Terra, taken her crew and passengers, and left her wounded in the inky blackness. Her computerized mind slowly worked as she stared at the pods with a tilted head... she had been sitting there for hours now. Finally she sat up and approached the metal cylinders with their tinted glass, raised a hand, and started the defrost sequence.
Welcome to the Terra
The Terra, the pride of the Silver Linings Transit Corporation. They are known for fast, luxurious, and safe trips from Earth to Mars. She was one of their newest ships, a mighty ship with accommodations for hundreds of passengers.
Cruise Number 1831 was just like any other. She departed from Earth Geosynchronous Station Five without any issues on November 10, 2086. She was flying to Mars within instant-comms range of an older liner named Edmund Fitzgerald II and the Dynasty, a rather ugly but sturdy cargo ship. That's what was supposed to happen, anyways. You paid for the cheapest ticket and were stuffed into a cryopod and frozen before Terra even departed her dock. Now you find yourself pulled from your cryogenic sleep into a broken, battered ship with no crew aboard save for the AI, whose mind is slowly faltering. She can't even tell you what time it is, or what happened to the ship. Terra needs your help, though. No one has come to rescue you, and the ship is falling to pieces. One of the three reactors is in the midst of a slow meltdown, the other two are spewing radiation into the sealed engineering decks like geysers, and the engines are down. Multitudes of systems are damaged or broken. her auxiliary life support is recycling oxygen and pumping stale, smelly air around the ship. Gravity wavers and falters. The communications systems are gone. You are at the far reaches of manned space flight, in a high orbit of Ceres. It's up to you to get home or have someone rescue you.
The Current Times:
RULES!
Passenger Manifest:
Annett Cline (CLIW)
James ScKephet (gojidorah)
Kyle James Allen (Automaton)
Nick Clinton (Rogue Detective)
Luke O'Brien (redrout)
Post Order:
Terra (Inkdrop)
Annet Cline (CLIW)
James ScKephet (gojidorah)
Kyle James Allen (Automaton)
Nick Clinton (Rogue Detective)
Luke O'Brien (Redrout)
Passenger Signup Sheet
Please excuse the mess! I am new at this.
