Bubsy 2

Phantom Crew

Tell me if I'm posting to fast. I figured since we're not really in a story area it wouldn't be to bad to break posting order.

Phantom Crew

Rain took in the room. Panels, consoles, touch screens as far as the eye could see, all locked out to her. The door in front of her led to the ship's core and to the very annoying AI's core. She tried it, but it was locked. She glanced through the window and couldn't believe her eyes. It didn't take long for her to recognize what the ship was running off of. An antimatter core? She had never seen one, which was not very surprising considering by all rights it shouldn't exist. It was science fiction, but here it was. It was amazing and she absolutely had to get into that room. She would've taken apart the core if it wasn't running the ship and very dangerous to dismantle and very, very expensive. The door wouldn't have been a problem. If she got in there she could even perform some percussive maintenance on ANDI.

She wished. If it wasn't clear, Rain wasn't a fan of AI. In fact, that was an understatement. Tech like that was dangerous. If a machine could really learn for itself, where would it stop? Soon enough it would be 'I'm sorry Rain, I'm afraid I can't do that' and then she'd really have a reason to blast that thing out of the airlock where it belonged. Rouge AI was always a danger- sure, it had its advantages, but why take the risk?

Speaking of, the robot began to answer her questions. He didn't tell her anything she couldn't of guessed. She already knew what she could do and that she was good. One thing did pique her interest, "Er, what exactly is the COFTA? Military, or something else?" She asked the AI. As for her second question she was very disappointed in the answer. If she was sure of one thing it was that she could fly the ship better then a robot, regardless of how many scenarios it could process. An AI lacked ingenuity, instinct, everything that makes a pilot great. Besides, why hire a pilot if you're not going to let her fly the ship? Why hire an engineer and not let her into the core? Rain sighed. For now she'd have to find another way to occupy herself.

She left the maintenance area, coming into the hallway that connected it to freight, the shuttle bay, and the armory. She was going to go look at the shuttle, maybe she would be able to fly that at least, but she noticed the armory door open. She walked in and found the old man examining his guns. There was certainly no lack of that- just about anything you could shoot, explode, use as any sort of weapon seemed to be here. "Well, I don't think we're going to have to worry about munitions." She said to the old man, smiling. She walked over to the printer in the corner. "Very cool. This'll certainly come in handy. You're Ben, right? Old Ben? Do you really want to be called 'old'?"

Phantom Crew

The bridge was an odd room with a notable lack of a pilot's seat. Rain began pacing around the room, examining the consoles and displays. As she did a mechanical voice began to speak, introducing itself as ANDI. AI? Microbots? Stealth? We're working for someone with very deep pockets. Rain was slightly disheartened to hear that the ship's maintenance and piloting was automated. It didn't sit right with her. She would need to look into taking control of it for herself. She didn't trust the AI with a human task. Although theoretically the AI would've flown the ship flawlessly, there were key differences between an AI pilot and a Human pilot that made Humans better suited for the task. The prime example being the fact that the AI flew the ship like it was a textbook. There was no creativity, no ingenuity, and that didn't agree with Rain. Although her pride probably accounted for a larger part of the mistrust.

But for now there were other things to do. She looked at the assembled group, "Well, I'm going to go to my room... and then I'm going to go check out maintenance, so come get me if I'm needed for anything... by the by, I'm a pilot. The very best," She spoke her next sentence lowly so the AI hopefully wouldn't catch it, "Better then a damned robot." She resumed speaking at a normal tone, "I'm also a mechanic, engineer, hacker, er... general genius." She said with a short laugh. She was, of course, still smiling. "Well... see ya later, I guess." She turned away, heading to her room with a wave.

It was a fairly spacious room. Unusual fare for space- most ships have their crew packed like sardines, efficient use of space was a big deal. Evidently not as important for the Phantom. She looked it over, and her heart dropped. So that's how it is, huh? She was distressed because this room was without a shadow of a doubt her design. That very fact had many implications, the most important being that she agreed to this. Did she want to forget? Why?

She would need to find answers. For now she examined her room. The most prominent piece was her bed- it wasn't some luxurious queen sized affair. It was a simple twin bed. She wasn't planning on sharing it with anyone. Beside it was a nightstand, a lamp and an alarm clock placed upon it. A small closet sat in the corner, packed with her clothing, a mirror making up the door of the closet. Along the side of the room was its second most prominent feature- a workbench, equipped with a multitude of tools, drawers filled with transistors, resistors, capacitors, an army of parts. She would have some fun with it. Lying on the workbench was her toolkit, her pistol, her PDA, and a belt equipped with spots to carry her gear. She would put it on after she finished looking over the room. On the opposite wall was a desk, on which a state of the art computer sat, attached to an unnecessary amount of monitors. In the back was a bathroom- shower, toilet, everything she would need.

For now she would shed the skintight jumpsuit, finally able to feel comfortable in her clothes without it. She picked up the belt on the table, putting it on. She attached her PDA to it, then placed the gun into the holster. It wasn't really her gun, she knew that much. Her grip on it was clumsy and she didn't want to use it, but she recalled that someone had made her carry it in her past. She left the toolkit for now- too big and cumbersome to carry around casually.

She left her room, taking the elevator down to the lower level. Although maintenance wasn't technically required she still felt it was her job to take a look. As she strode through the storage area she spoke aloud, hoping the AI would answer. [b][color=0094FF][b]"So, uh ANDI, I have a couple of questions... well, first, uh, is there anything you can tell me about me that I wouldn't know? Accounting for the memory wipe, that is. Secondly, not that I don't trust, uh, you,"[/color][/b] She didn't trust it, "Is there any possibility of me taking manual control of the ship? I don't really like the whole autopilot thing, I'd rather fly myself." As she finished speaking she opened the door to maintenance, taking in the ship's cores.

Phantom Crew

The pod's doors slowly slid open and a girl tumbled out. She landed on her hands and knees in front of the pod, head pounding, limbs numb, and memories gone. She had been in deep freeze, artificially induced cryogenic sleep. She was entirely unsure how long it had been, under what conditions she had gone into the pod, where she was. In fact she was unsure of just about everything except for a few basic truths: She knew her name was Rain Causwell, she knew that she was the best damn pilot in the universe, she knew that she had held onto a wealth of tech knowledge, she knew they had some sort of job to do, and she knew that she needed her jacket. Rain reluctantly rose from the floor, glancing around. The room was filled with several pods similar to hers, four to be exact, and out of those pods came other people. She glanced at the table in front of her, clothes piled on top of it, the brown leather jacket which she craved along with them. She picked up the pile and laid each garment out in front of her. Jacket, a white t-shirt, jeans, boots, and her glasses. She wore glasses? It would appear so.

She didn't take off the jumpsuit before she dressed- she wasn't about to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers, especially since they were all men. Instead she put her clothes on over the suit, first tugging the jeans up along her legs. They fit tight, accentuating her body and choking off her legs with the layer of suit beneath her. She'd make due. Next she shimmied the t-shirt over her torso, then pulled the jacket over her. She didn't zip it up. Finally she placed her feet in the brown boots that came with the pile of clothes, then pulled the glasses over her face. She was wearing three layers- if she wasn't within the cold hull of a spaceship she'd be very hot. For now she was satisfied with her attire, and finally she shifted her attention to the group awakening and changing along side her.

She donned a warm and open smile, glancing at the faces of each. She was aware of the fact that she was the only female among them, a slight disappointment- groups of men with a single women occasionally would come at odds, but hopefully these men were smarter then that. She examined each- one a rugged and though looking man, whom she placed in his late thirties. The next was athletic looking, around the same age as the first but not quite as gruff. Next was a bearded man whom she would guess to be in his late twenties, although his facial hair may been throwing her off. Finally, there was an older man with grayed hair and a grayed beard to match. Sixties? Hard to say. Out of all of them she felt that she was inclined to trust the old man most- perhaps a foolish instinct, but he looked somewhat grandfatherly, and age tends to temper people's personalities. The others she couldn't really speak for, for she had avoided the inclination to make a snap judgement about them based on their appearance.

She was still wearing her smile all this time. She cleared her throat, preparing to speak, "Well. I'm not, uh, entirely sure why we're here but we should probably introduce ourselves in case we're... here long? Wherever here is. I'm Rain. Er, that is to say, my name is Rain, I believe. Not that I'm, y'know, 'rain'. Rain Causwell. I think that's my name at least, I don't remember a whole lot." A strand of hair fell in front of her face, and she blew it out of the way. Her smile weakened a little with nervousness as she spoke, but it recouped it's strength. Her head was still pounding and she was acutely aware of the fact that that was not a great introduction, but she gave a little wave at the group as she finished speaking.

She would wait for the others to introduce themselves or leave, and then speak. She cleared her throat again, pointing down the lit hallway, "Well, I'm just going to, uh, go that way, since that seems to be the way to go." Striding down the hall towards the bridge.

Phantom Crew

Gender
Female

Age
28

Role
Pilot, Mechanic, Hacker, General Tech Expert

Appearance
Rain isn't a particularly imposing figure- quite the opposite in fact, standing a little below average at 5'2". Se has a slim frame, with little notable muscle mass or fat, but she carries himself confidently to compensate. Her skin is a pale white- she's typically cooped up in a cockpit, so she doesn't get a whole lot of sun. Her face is plain, not notably pretty, made unique by a generous sprinkling of freckles that gives her a girlish appearance. His hair is auburn, falling messily over her forehead and tumbling down to to the top of her back. Her hair tends to get in the way while working so while on-duty it's typically kept in a neat ponytail. Her smile is one of the few features that makes her stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, seemingly perpetually placed on her face. This combined with her eyes, a striking and deep green often likened to a forest, save her otherwise plain appearance appearance. On the subject of her eyes Rain requires glasses to read clearly, or text tends to blur together. Rain's overall a pretty girl, more of a girl next door pretty then supermodel pretty, but she gets by alright. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right?

Skills/Abilities
Rain likes boasts that she's the best pilot in the universe, and while the truth behind this statement is certainly uncertain she is undoubtedly a very highly skilled pilot, and is certainly counted among the very best. She could probably at one time have boasted many accomplishments in the field of space battle, but has forgotten that along with everything else. Despite her lack of memory she's incredibly confident in her skills and the one you want in the cockpit in a tough situation.

Besides her skills as a pilot she's a highly competent engineer. She knows how to fix her ships as well as she knows how to fly them. Her engineering skills of course don't apply only to ships- she's handy with tools and is very knowledgeable when it comes to mechanics. She can fix almost anything with the right tools, assuming it isn't completely destroyed, and displays high knowledge of cutting edge technologies. Besides her skills in mechanics she's also a highly skilled hacker and programmer, able to break into most systems.

However her skills with technology is offset by her complete hopelessness in martial skill. She's almost barely passing with a pistol and probably couldn't even think to look at any sort of bigger gun. She's clumsy in a fist fight and even clumsier in a gunfight. Rain's help should not be counted on in a combat situation, and she's like to need protecting.

Personality
Rain is an easy girl to get along with. She's very easygoing, friendly, and charismatic. She's quick to crack a joke and is a master of sarcasm. Sometimes this friendliness can be seen as excessive by those who's personalities don't quite meld with hers, and her refusal to act seriously can be grating. Her smile rarely fades and she's an eternal optimist, refusing to let the bad things overtake her. To her friends she's loyal, and to those who don't like her she's forgiving. She has problems approaching situations objectively and tends to let her first gut emotion guide her, which sometimes lands her in trouble. Despite her goofy exterior Rain is very smart- she is a highly skilled engineer and hacker after all, and such skills don't come without a great degree of intelligence. During the rare instances where Rain does get serious she is capable of great focus and will work hard to achieve what she has set her mind to, although that rarely happens.

Gear
Rain posses a fully equipped tool box with everything she would need for her work. From wrenches to more advanced tools such as plasma cutters and welders. She also carries a small pistol, something easily concealable that she doesn't like to take out unless she has to. She posses an advanced PDA that can find most publicly accessible information on the fly, and not so public information if she can hack into the right database. It also allows her to interface with most computer systems, although it's distinct from Robert's Profiler in that it doesn't do the work for her- it allows her to connect to systems, but she needs to manually operate and hack them. As for her attire she almost always wears her brown leather jacket. She feels it has some sentimental value, but obviously the memories aren't there. It doesn't have any special qualities besides keeping the cold off.

Phantom Crew

Edits are done- everything is still the same besides her gender and some tweaks in her skill sections. Obviously her appearance has changed a bit, as a disheveled women with a beard would be a scary sight.

Phantom Crew

I think in the interest of diversity I'm going to make a few tweaks, make my character female and give her some hacking skill to round her out.

Phantom Crew

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Role: Pilot, Mechanic, Hacker, General Tech Expert

Appearance: Rain isn't a particularly imposing figure- quite the opposite in fact, standing a little below average at 5'2". Se has a slim frame, with little notable muscle mass or fat, but she carries himself confidently to compensate. Her skin is a pale white- she's typically cooped up in a cockpit, so she doesn't get a whole lot of sun. Her face is plain, not notably pretty, made unique by a generous sprinkling of freckles that gives her a girlish appearance. His hair is auburn, falling messily over her forehead and tumbling down to to the top of her back. Her hair tends to get in the way while working so while on-duty it's typically kept in a neat ponytail. Her smile is one of the few features that makes her stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, seemingly perpetually placed on her face. This combined with her eyes, a striking and deep green often likened to a forest, save her otherwise plain appearance appearance. On the subject of her eyes Rain requires glasses to read clearly, or text tends to blur together. Rain's overall a pretty girl, more of a girl next door pretty then supermodel pretty, but she gets by alright. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right?

Skills/Abilities: Rain likes boasts that she's the best pilot in the universe, and while the truth behind this statement is certainly uncertain she is undoubtedly a very highly skilled pilot, and is certainly counted among the very best. She could probably at one time have boasted many accomplishments in the field of space battle, but has forgotten that along with everything else. Despite her lack of memory she's incredibly confident in her skills and the one you want in the cockpit in a tough situation.

Besides her skills as a pilot she's a highly competent engineer. She knows how to fix her ships as well as she knows how to fly them. Her engineering skills of course don't apply only to ships- she's handy with tools and is very knowledgeable when it comes to mechanics. She can fix almost anything with the right tools, assuming it isn't completely destroyed, and displays high knowledge of cutting edge technologies. Besides her skills in mechanics she's also a highly skilled hacker and programmer, able to break into most systems.

However her skills with technology is offset by her complete hopelessness in martial skill. She's almost barely passing with a pistol and probably couldn't even think to look at any sort of bigger gun. She's clumsy in a fist fight and even clumsier in a gunfight. Rain's help should not be counted on in a combat situation, and she's like to need protecting.

Personality: Rain is an easy girl to get along with. She's very easygoing, friendly, and charismatic. She's quick to crack a joke and is a master of sarcasm. Sometimes this friendliness can be seen as excessive by those who's personalities don't quite meld with hers, and her refusal to act seriously can be grating. Her smile rarely fades and she's an eternal optimist, refusing to let the bad things overtake her. To her friends she's loyal, and to those who don't like her she's forgiving. She has problems approaching situations objectively and tends to let her first gut emotion guide her, which sometimes lands her in trouble. Despite her goofy exterior Rain is very smart- she is a highly skilled engineer and hacker after all, and such skills don't come without a great degree of intelligence. During the rare instances where Rain does get serious she is capable of great focus and will work hard to achieve what she has set her mind to, although that rarely happens.

Unquiet

Rose glanced at the squalling child, imploring her to "blast 'im!" She shook her head. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. If we don't want to be ogre food, or demon food, or crushed, or killed in any other number of gruesome ways we better follow our friend up there." She said, pointing at Rain, who was already climbing the steep pile of rubble and making her escape. Rose didn't trust her ability to suppress the demon with her current lack of power, so the deal was off the table. That same lack of power meant she wouldn't be able to use magic to aid her escape- it looked like the climb was the only sensible option.

So Rose elected to follow Rain. The blue-haired girl, eager to escape, had already made her way up the wall, and looked like she was already jonesing to find her way down. Rose began to climb after her, calling out, "Hey! Friend, you're not planning on leaving without us, are you!?" Rose gave her a look of exaggerated mock sadness. "We should stick together, we're not exactly in familiar territory, and we don't know whats outside!" She was struggling to be heard over the ogre and the singing and the falling rubble and all the other very loud and very crazy things happening around them.

Rose was slowly progressing up the hill of rubble. The pile was unstable, and Rose wasn't the most athletic Witch around. Each handhold she grabbed threatened to give away, each step met with a slip and a danger of falling back down to the Stone's floor. But somehow she barely held on each time, precariously making her way up one handhold at a time.

When she finally reached the top of the rubble, she took a step up onto the wall, almost reaching the promised escape. But a piece of plaster went out from under her back foot, destabilizing her footing and almost causing her to tumble back to the ground. She caught the lip of the wall with one hand, barely saving herself from the fall back down. She looked meekly up at the blue-haired girl. "Could I get a little help? Please?"

Mirror, Fox, Key

Emma, Meryn, and the unfortunate stranger now tagging along with them were awash in the crowd. The city had devolved into pandemonium under the threat of the wood demons, and the reluctant Travelers were certainly partially to blame for the likely destruction of the city. But none of it mattered- all that mattered now was survival. Emma had to hold on to everyone, or it could very well be their death- being trampled underfoot was a real risk in the chaos. She held on to her companions for dear life, being jostled about by the mob. Emma had no choice but to go with the flow of the stampede, being pushed along by those behind them. The boy that had unwillingly come under her tow spoke up, demanding their identity and explanations. "We're... we're Travelers," She was reluctant to apply the title to herself, not really feeling she fit the part, "The rest can wait till we're out of this mess!" She struggled to shout over the roar of the crowd. Soon enough she found Lily on her arm. She was glad to see that they had all made it out of the interrogation room mostly unmolested.

That was until she felt one of the hands attached to hers get roughly pulled away. She turned around and Meryn was gone, lost to the crowd. She struggled against the mass of people, but to no avail, pushed forward roughly by the press of people behind her. "Meryn! Meryn! Where are you?!", She shouted for the girl, struggling to project her voice enough to carry over the rabble of the crowd- but it was futile. She was only being pushed further and further away from where she lost Meryn, seeing not hide nor hair of the small mute girl. It was clear she wasn't going to be able to find the Meryn with all these people here. She reluctantly gave up the struggle, unable to turn in search of her. She heard Lily at her side, shouting into her ear, pulling her in another direction. She wasn't sure whether to protest or let her tug her away- She knew they wouldn't be able to find Meryn for the time being, but it felt wrong to leave her all the same.

Emma turned towards Lily, letting her tug her towards the sloping street. "I lost Meryn! Someone grabbed her!" She was still struggling to be heard over the crowd and struggling to believe that she had really lost Meryn. Her head would be in her hands if it wasn't for the fact that she still had to hang onto Lily and the boy. It was a dumb mistake- she should of kept a tighter grip on Meryn, she shouldn't have let anyone grab her. Emma prayed for the young messenger's safety, unable to accept the idea of her dying in that crowd. Unwilling both because of her bond with the girl after years of treating her injuries, and because she would be emotionally unable to deal with more death on her hands. She always wanted to help the girl, even back in Enn, especially back then, but could she not have done more?