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It's me, that dood, Citrus Arms. I'm 33, I sometimes work on a book a little bit, and I play a lot of games. I like me some MechWarrior or the X-Frontier series, but I also adore some good magic-fantasy. I grew up with Final Fantasy VI's magitech world, and worlds like Chrono Trigger, Zelda, and Star Fox. Lots of Nintendo, but some other stuff, too.

I like sci-fi and fantasy and space and combinations thereof, mostly. I have a setting take takes place after a galactic apocalypse, in a galaxy of recovering empires and new interstellar nations rising from the ashes, all while machinations from the apocalypse cause a rise in magic.

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Regan Hadou
Silverbranch Glade, The Archstones --> Wolves Pyre guild hall

@Cello@Raijinslayer


Pacts and contacts, huh? And devotion. Something about it didn't quite sit right with her, but she put it out of her mind for now. If they'd been around for centuries, they had to be doing something right, right? Right. Entities from different planes, though, that was wild. She supposed she'd heard of things like that before. Celestial Spirit magic was something like that, wasn't it? There was that spirit that was catching on as a pet, even for non-magic users. Some kind of dog, wasn't it? What was it called? Plow? Ploue? Hmm.

Anyway. "Mm, so it's a coven within the guild. I see." Must make for a unique guild experience. She'd ask Bullet about it, if he weren't so reserved. Maybe later. Zhulie nestled in and Regan found herself with an arm around her, hand lightly on her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll make a fine witch, Zhulie."

The squeal caught Regan just a bit off guard, her hand lifting as Zhulie went ahead. Excitable lass. She followed her at pace, looking over the old carvings in the stone. Compelled, she let her fingers trace along the stone surface. It felt a little bit like Green Earth was interacting with something, but she couldn't be certain. "Your guild mistress is quite the lady. I bet she's also very busy." She glanced at Bullet with a soft smile. The cautious type, there wasn't anything wrong with that.

As the young man said, it wasn't much farther. The martial artist mage looked up into the branches, taking a moment to admire the great strength and vitality of the tree before her. The mighty branches and trunk that supported bridges and homes, the gracious trunk that made room for caverns within. If she didn't know any better, she'd say this was the life tree. "Wow, this is your guild hall?" As Zhulie took her arm, Regan put her hand over the little lady's without thinking. "I must say, the tree alone is amazing. You'll have to give me a tour, Zhulie." She offered a sweet smile as she opened the door to the guild hall and stepped in.

The smell was amazing. The incredible wood smell you'd expect, but also very sappy and sweet, and a little bit like paper, too. She inhaled if it deeply, "ooh, the smell is amazing. The food must be delicious if the place just smells good like this." She wondered if they ever smoked any of their food. "Mmm, hey," she looked back at Bullet, "I bet you're hungry," he certainly looked like he'd been working hard, "let's get that food put together before we go on that tour." She looked back to Zhulie, letting her lead to the kitchen, "show me how to make your favorite dish?"

Trinity Stratos
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall



@Lunarlord34@Silver Fox


Damian and Karn both gave her hugs, which she returned. Damian was busy with something, as ever, but he stopped long enough to respond to her. He had an announcement, which... Wasn't something that completely surprised her. She'd been a little bit involved in the construction, herself, actually, so she knew something was going on. This made sense, and though she was having a pretty good day, she found it a little difficult to put together the energy to cheer. She couldn't help but feel a little left out on some level, and she could only really blame herself.

A guitar caught her attention and kept her from tumbling down into those depths. She put a hand idly on Karn and looked around. Damian mentioned that ridiculous masked band that'd been going around for the past year and a half. They weren't bad, but why masks? "Oh, you're kidding..." Sure enough, it was guildmates. That masked band was from her Guild. There they were. "And who's that on piano? What I am, liver?"

Seeing Rajah get punted lifted her spirits a little. Sassy, arrogant thing. Trinity jumped up and caught the flying cat, getting her in a secure hold. "Gotcha. Now... Hold, please." She gave the Exceed to Karn for just a moment, dug in her pocket and found that collar she'd been keeping for just such an opportunity. It was complete with a tag saying 'Please return to Jasmine Lockwood at [blah blah blah address]'. With some deft hand movements, she'd fastened it on Rajah's neck. "Thanks, Karn." Rajah was picked up from Karn's arms and Trinity started scanning, "now, where's Jasmine..." There were never far from each other. Just her luck, the slayer had just come in, and promptly started to cry over Penny. Before getting scared by Nolan.

What's so scary about Nolan, anyway?

"Jasmine~" she cooed, before holding Rajah out to her, "I got you a cute pet! Make sure you train her properly."
My sassy boy wants that thing you're holding.
Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin.
Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain.
After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it.
Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well.
It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.
I mean, this is a space RP, right?
Expanded the description of Serendipity

It is a unique space station. Designed to be run automatically, by built-in machines and a fleet of drones, much of the station's volume is machinery, with no space for humans to exist inside. Exceptions are Serenity's private quarters, attached to the main body of the station, a small commercial/residential wing, and the space port section of the station. Her private quarters are separated from the rest of the foot traffic areas by a security hallway, and is placed next to the bulk of station's processing and manufacturing. Attached to the security hallway, at an inconspicuous place, is the mixed commercial/residential wing. On the other side of that is the spaceport, where most of the foot traffic is kept. It is possible for merchant transports to forgo docking and receive bulk goods by drone.
If you need something built, the station can probably build it for you, charging for materials and power consumed. There's a hydroponics farm, and even a small ranch for meat, though meat is sold to certain customers first based on a revolving schedule. The space port is large, if only because she made it spacious and left further construction to whoever wanted to move their shop in. Security drones patrol the space thoroughly, a promise kept for the protection money she collects. They're not dressed to be intimidating, but they're certainly identifiable. One can be seen occasionally in residential.


Regan Hadou
Silverbranch Glade


Regan raised an eyebrow at Bullet as he came out, her lips curling just slightly, "You don't hunt or anything, do you? You reek of sweat and smoke and-" the tang of iron? Now that he's closer, "blood?" He was certainly presentable, for someone speaking like he belonged here. Maybe he did. No matter. The delightful young lady approached to inspect her ever so curiously. Herself, she checked the security strap on her katana's sheath was done and secure.

She shook her head at the girl's question, indeed unaware that she was anywhere in particular. Master Hadou was learning a lot today, and not least of which is that she found an old witch's coven! Zhulie's companion snapped her back up, cutting her lesson short and Regan held up her hands. "Whoa, there, don't worry. Even if you were still a witch's coven, it wouldn't concern me. Not anymore, and I dunno if the Electrician's Guild would pay for witches anyway. I'm not a bounty hunter anymore, though, so you can relax. I'm just a cook." A mage-cook, but a cook.

Zhulie was quick to override any suggestion or implication Bullet made of Regan being sent away. Just as well, this would help them make a good impression on her. If it were someone else, they might get the idea to report this 'Coven with a flimsy cover', they might call it. She was more than willing to put in a good word for good folk.

At the mention of food, however, Regan's interest was piqued, "ah, I would love the chance to learn about new cuisine!" The previous thing took her arm and started to lead the way back to her Guild... Hall? She didn't know what to expect, she looked forward to learning about them.

She chose to take Zhulie's lead and ignore Bullet.

The girl had mentioned the necessity of taking a break, and she couldn't help but think of her recent stop in Magnolia. That pervy sword... Why did telepaths always have to be such a bother? "Aren't you just a darling girl, Zhulie. I'm sure ol' Bullet over there is just trying to look out for ya, too.

"So, Zhulie, are you officially a member of your guild yet? I know some guilds don't let you in officially until you're so old or whatnot, though others don't really care." As well, she took a look around for those lanterns that Bullet had mentioned. She'd seen a lot of different lantern styles in her travels, so she wondered what they'd look like here.

"So, your guild. If it used to be a witch's coven, what's it like now? Is it… not a Coven anymore?" She was simply curious. Even if they were a guild, it could just be a front. She wasn't about to tell these fine people their business, however. If the girl was the example to take, these folks were welcoming and kind, and that's about as hard as she'd look at them. She glanced at Bullet, "I suppose you have reason to be... Weary. But, please. I mean no trouble."

@Cello
Trinity Stratos
Into Phoenix Wing Guild Hall




"Hey, I was going to take time off on my own, this time." It was true, she usually just buried herself in her work. It made her plenty of money, but it wasn't exactly healthy. She knew, but, just the same.

"Looking forward to seeing them again?"

"Yeah. Damian's a real reliable sort, and Penny's the sweetest thing." There were others in the guild she was closer to, certainly, but it was hard to dislike such prominent faces. It felt like a much older sibling, perhaps. Not that she knew what siblings were like.

"That's right, you didn't join until after the Magic Games, two years ago." Everything since then was something of a blur. She remembered going to the island, but besides that, she'd mostly devoted herself to running her shop. All by herself, too, she was a little bit proud. It wasn't an easy thing, necessarily, but once she got the hang of it, it wasn't too hard, either. "Everything usually happens all at once, so you're probably right. Come and get on, let's go save Markovis." She'd finished putting the bike together. The wheels seemed to be completely independent of the body, yet they maintained formation with it. She climbed onto the front seat and peddled up next to Neil.

With her teammate aboard, they'd make it to the guild in no time. Once they fell into a rhythm, they really started to pick up speed, and it wasn't long before the came upon the guild hall. Trinity stood on one peg and swung her other leg over (careful not to kick Niel, try not to stare too hard). She nodded him to hop off before she stepped off herself, letting the bike disintegrate into the air as she made contact with the ground. There was a commotion at the door already. She fully expected Markovis to be at the bar, so maybe they weren't bothering him too much.

With a quick glance to confirm Neil's presence, she entered the guild, stepping almost immediately into the gathering. She considered encouraging them to move inward, but that would put them closer to her teammate. "Damian, Penny," she caught sight of them past the rest of the crowd, "been a while. Hope you two had at least a little fun while you were gone. This is Neil Yoska, one of my team members, and a new member since you were here last. It's great to see you guys again, you look great."

She spied Karn next to Penny, and reached over to tug on his dress. "Karn~, gimme a hug, sweetie." He was such a darling, she couldn't help but regret the fact she couldn't even protect him from water anymore. She looked back to Penny. "My other teammate wouldn't appreciate the crowd, so I'll introduce him later. Niel, though, he helped me buy my shop, instead of renting. I even found a basement garage the landlord didn't know about, it's pretty cool."
Serenity


Appearance

Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable.

Race

Human

Gender

Female

Age

25

Personality

A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself.

Reputation

Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway.

History

Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money.
Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16.
One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location.

She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power.

Gear


Serendipity
Length: 3.7km
Width: 2.1km
Height: 1.0km
Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers
Flak Point Defense
Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array
Serene Designs Laser Defense System
Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles.
The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated.

Serene One
The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home.


Armament: Flak Point Defense
Broadside laser cannons

Serene Ocean
Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium".
Length: 427m
Width: 249m
Height: 164m
Armament:
Spinal-mount Railgun
Flak Point-Defense
Serene Designs Laser Defense System

Serene Designs Defensive Systems
Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them.

Armory
Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle.

Tool Kit
Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.
Serenity


Appearance

Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable.

Race

Human

Gender

Female

Age

25

Personality

A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself.

Reputation

Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway.

History

Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money.
Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16.
One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location.

She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power.

Gear


Serendipity
Length: 3.7km
Width: 2.1km
Height: 1.0km
Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers
Flak Point Defense
Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array
Serene Designs Laser Defense System
Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles.
The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated.

Serene One
The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home.


Armament: Flak Point Defense
Broadside laser cannons

Serene Ocean
Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium".
Length: 427m
Width: 249m
Height: 164m
Armament:
Spinal-mount Railgun
Flak Point-Defense
Serene Designs Laser Defense System

Serene Designs Defensive Systems
Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them.

Armory
Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle.

Tool Kit
Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.
I'll have to get a good picture of my sweet kitty.
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