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In the far-off future, during an intergalactic war, a planet seemingly appears out of nowhere and is discovered by the 3 warring nations at the same time. Not much is known about it, only that it has 3 moons, is believed to nurture life of some kind, and has a large enough power source to turn the war in the favor of whoever controls it. With this knowledge in hand, the 3 nations each set up a base on one of the 3 moons for an expedition to the planets surface, unsure of what to expect.



If I'm counting this up right, we have about 6 or 7 people interested. When I get a chamce, I'll post the main and put up the character skeletons. I hope to get at least 9 people until we start, but I'm willing to start earlier if you guys want. Also, if anyone wants to staff, pm me.
I think that that mutation will rock.

...pretty sure that's the worst pun I have ever made.
Still curled up in a small ball, Alan was snapped out his paranoia attack by a loud grumbling from his stomach. Thinking back, he realized that he hadn't eaten for a couple of hours. As this thought passed his mind, almost on cue, the speaker came on, saying how they would be another two hours until their destination and that their luggage was on the back of the train, waiting for one of them to get. Alan knew that there would probably be food in his luggage, and if he went back to get the luggage, then nobody could steal his. He stood up, taking a moment to stretch out, and faced the soon-to-be residents of the Ellexkir District.

"Don't worry guys, I'll get the luggage for you and pass it out." he said, already walking down the aisle, not waiting for anyone to object. Maybe they would think he was being nice, trust him as he would never trust them.

When he got back to the luggage, he saw truly how few people were on the Ellexkir train. There couldn't have been more than ten bags or so. Still, it would take multiple trips, so he should save his bag for last so that he could keep an eye on it. Grabbing two bags at random, he checked the tags on them. They appeared to belong to a "Keita" and a "Leon". Well, he would have to meet these people at some point, right? Turning back, he prepared for what would probably the most uncomfortable experience of his day.
Theodore burst through the rubble of the RoboTraveler, wet and very unhappy.

"Did you guys forget that I was in there? Lucky I was wearing my armor, could've gotten hurt." He complained. As he said this, he heard the announcement from the blimp. He might as well get a job of some sort. And there might be some more fighting! He threw his hammer to the ground, where it was swallowed up and taken deep underground, and he stepped onto the platform.
Alan looked up, his mandibles twitching. Similar to some insects, Alan's mandibles held sensitive olfactory organs used to detect pheromones secreted by other insects. In other words, Alan's mandibles were not only used for biting things, but also greatly increased his sense of smell. And now, filling the whole train, was the light smell of vanilla.

Where did it come from? thought Alan. When he attempted to detect it's source, it seemed like it had just come out of nowhere. The mysterious smell quickly brought back his paranoia, afraid it might be some weird kind of poison.

"Can anyone smell that?" he nervously mumbled, barely audible.
RumikoOhara said
As an avid scifi roleplayer I could help


Thanks, help would be very appreciated. I have the general idea planned out, I'm waiting for more people to express interest before I post any formal character skeletons, but I have decided that Caletans must specify a specific specialization in the field of biotechnology and that Halepotians must have a specific weapon they use for battle/worship.
Awesome. What race do you think you'll play as?
There was a lot of yelling between everyone, probably making plans or something, but Theodore wasn't listening. He was too busy playing his favorite game: pin the hammer on the goblin's face. The name wasn't that good, in all honesty, as it was less of a "pin" and more of a "smash".
Again, I'm very much willing to listen to feedback.
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