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Misery and Dust

@Frengo Cool boss! I won't forget that :D

For anyone interested in a bit of a survival sci-fi roleplay: roleplayerguild.com/topics/88740-the-s..

Misery and Dust

@Frengo Understood capn'. Do you mind if I advertise one of my newest, literally still crispy RPs? Just say the word if you agree, but if you say no, I obviously understand.

The Sinking

Intro Music

You awake in the command bridge of the ESS Hanson. Every console is alit, and most of your comrades are lying on the floor like you, dead or wounded. A few radio operator who managed to stay in their seats are broadcasting an emergency message under the command of the captain, who stands still, looking out the window at the enemy fleet. The ship is a Yutah class Super Carrier, something that is used to hold smaller cruisers and tons of fighters. But in the battle for the most important resource in the known world, your ship is a mere speck, compared tot he gargantuan Leviathan or Titan class dreadnoughts and mega carriers. You should consider yourself lucky for surviving a direct hit from the enemy battleship. The captain shakes his head at the sight of the enemy charging up another shot at you. He tells everyone to grab onto something and presses the red button on his deck to send out distress signal, and start emergency protocols. Out the window, you can see the battle rage, and many other ships like yours are slowly sinking into the depth of the Gas Giant. That will be your fate soon. Then a shot comes rushing through the bridge, tearing the walls apart, and sucking out most of the crew. For a second the shoutiong of your fellows, and the bright noise of the sirens seem so distant, in the void generated by the leak.Emergency deflectors suddenly power up, and the turtle mode engages, as the bridge is lowered into the hull of the ship, and all hangar bays close up with a loud creek that echoes through the whole carcass of the vessel. The creepy symphony ends, and with another huge shake, the lights go out. "Warning. Emergency batteries in use. Main power supply damaged. Manual overdrive of backup generators is required." Red lights light up slowly and the exit signs startle to life. Not much of a help stranded here in the ship. You look around to see if anyone survived the hit on the bridge.

This RP is about the ESS Hanson, a carrier ship participating in the battle over a newly discovered brown dwarf. Over the surface of the gas giant, many battles rage, and you as a participant of one, got hit by the enemy battleship. The other you know from the intro. Now you and the ship are slowly pulled in by the gravity. All you can do, is hope that someone comes after you, and try to survive the harsh conditions of the atmosphere, and the human interactions that slowly develop in closed enviroments, in cases of emergency. You will not need a complicated character sheet for this. As simple as what was your job on the bridge, whats your name and appearance. If you don't mind, I won't make a CS sample for that (tho if you need one I can draft it up quickly).

PDA Access

Map

This tab will contain all info about the ship. It will be updated as soon as you discover something new. A room, a hangar, or anything really. For now, you only know where the bridge is.

Crew Status

This tab will keep you updated on the status of your fellow mates and yourself. From items to wounds, everything will be listed below in the appropriate section, as soon as it enters the game.

Life Support Status

This tab will keep ypu updated about the last known status of the Life Support. It will tell you the oxygen levels, and reserves, energy output and storage, and the number of fusion cells you have ready. It will also show where you are inside the atmosphere.

Oxygen levels:
A Hangar: No Data
B Hangar: No Data
C Hangar: No Data
D Hangar: No Data
F Hangar: No Data
E Hangar: No Data
Command Bridge: Subsequent
A Dormitory: No Data
B Dormitory: No Data
C Dormitory: No Data
Mess hall: No Data
Main mess hall: No Data
Officer quarters: No Data
Engine room 1A: No Data
Engine room 1B: No Data
Engine room 2: No Data
A Storageroom: No Data
B Storageroom: No Data
Maintenance area 1A: No Data
Maintenance area 2A: No Data
Secondary bridge: No Data
A Armory: No Data
B Armory: No Data
Droid controls: No Data
Droid assembly and maintenance: No Data
A Droid bay: No Data
B Droid bay: No Data
C Droid bay: No Data
Assembly hall: No Data
Escape pods: No Data
Other: No Data

Oxygen reserves: NO DATA

Energy output: No Data
Energy Storage: No Data

Current position: No Data

Planet of Shadows

Sup man. Da beazt is baaack.
But nah, seriously, I completed fallout. So now I am back to RPing. When I am not playing Rainbow 6 Siege.

Planet of Shadows

@Flynn Williams looks around the narrow hallway. It seems the beast haven't touched this place yet. Thats a good sign at least. According to their map they should reach the last known destination of the hostage in a minute. If the map is right that is. William looks back at Flynn who seems to be hopping on his legs. How did this all go so wrong. First the sensors, then the ship, now this huge monster that almost killed both of them. This is just not their day. They pass a bandit who has been shit in the head. Weird. The end of the tunnel is close, and William helps Flynn move. It's a matter of seconds.

The door opens with a hiss and a terrible sight appears before them. A huge massacre took place in the hostage room. It seems like the bandits couldn't agree on a price, or got frightened by the monster, and started to shoot each other. Corpses everywhere, blood splattered all across the bright white walls. This is just too much to bear. William looks away and throws up in a corner. Some blood comes out along with the breakfast.
Not their day indeed.

Misery and Dust

Okay guys. I have to say something about that irritating IC mispost. My PC is suffering from some kinda bad mood, and it decided not to change to OOC, so I accidentally there. I hope you can all forget me for that XD.

Misery and Dust

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Misery and Dust

The sun was shining. Very hard. It scorched the earth and sucked all of it's resources, and despite the already harsh conditions, it decided not to pay attention to any life forms trying to survive. It was at least 42 Celsius and the sun was just about to reach it's peak. It was ought to be another hard day for the dwellers of the outback.

"This is Colonel Solomon Troy of the Republic of the Flaming Sun..."- The mysterious sound suddenly came in from all directions, and then it calmed down slowly. It was like a thunder in the middle of the silence created by the wastes. It was only the occasional wind picking up and carrying sand into one's eyes, making them regret the day they set foot outside any camp or caravan. And the earth that cracked under the feet like paper. But apart from all that, it was relatively silent. Then this sound came in. "...based in the ruins of Astrakane. If you can hear this..." - William stopped and decided to investigate the source of the sound. He took a quick glance over his shoulder to the right. Nothing. "...we are interested in enlisting the services of individuals with..." - Most interesting. He tried to frown. Then he remembered he still can't frown. His face is nothing more than wielded metal plates. It has been far too long since anything made him try to frown. He gently peeked to the left. Nothing. "...combat experience. Prices are negotiable. There will be a Republican checkpoint..." - Hmmm. Where is this sound coming from? It wasn't left or right, and it was most definetly not coming from the front. Bugger. That leaves one more option. He slowly rotated backwards, head first, then his upper body followed. Nothing. A most precarious situation. "... north of the city, head there if you are interested..."- He took his hat off and scratched his head. The sound of metal scraping metal quickly reminded him not to. He is a terrible detective, he thought to himself. Sherlock would most likely solve this at an instant. If he lived in a wasteland that is. But where on Earth is this irritating voice coming from? "...and you will be issued orders and the terms of your contract." - Then silence. Now this was a mystery to be solved. But nothing is too hard for Sir Williams the best dete- "Pre recorded message ends. Repeating in 30 seconds"

Blast it. He couldn't help but shade his face with his hand. He beleived this motion was called "facepalm" amongst humans. A fitting name indeed. He used his radio so long ago, he forgot it even exists. No wonder he couldn't find the source of the sound. It seems he became too much of a human in some areas. He accessed the radio frequency and listened to it again. Now without searching for the origin. Mercenaries hmm? Might not be the job for a gentleman like himself, but who doesn't need Sir Williams, the best dete- A bullet suddenly put a hole in his hat.
- Piss! This is the second time today I can't finish my dialogue. That runs in my head. It seems today is not the day of my life.
- Don't worry about that! - a man in ragged clothes, with a pistol in his hand exclaimed. - If you don't hand over all you have, this might be your last day!
- Oh lord! That would be terrible! Why do you seek to shorten me of my properties? I am merely a detective looking for work!
- Nothing personal detective, but you gotta do with what you got. - He shrugged his shoulders and lowered his weapon - You must understand that your...
The man stood with a bleeding bullet hole in his chest. His shirt was a crimson mess, and his eyes stared like milk glass.The stock of the walking stick smoked and William politely bowed, raising his windy hat.
- I do good sir. And that is why I cannot let you get access to my valuables. You already put a hole in me hat. Corridors and openings. You never lower your gun. But I'll be on my way now. Have a good day sir!
He swung his stick around and started to continue walking towards the checkpoint, whistling an old song, and leaving the man behind for the vultures.

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

@Desire Yes :D

Misery and Dust

So you guys.
PC reset, about 30 mins of IC worth just got lost. Pleasure as always.
But if you direct your attention on my CS you could see I updated a few things I lacked to add from my phone.
Including my extremely extraordinary handmade mustache added to a robot pic I found on the web. None other than the best* of the best for you.
So anyways I will go back to writing the whole thing down. AGAIN. How much I want to punch something now.

*Might not be the best. All data collected from me. I hold no responsibility for any actions regarding the picture.