Right then. I'll work on my character and post it here. mind you that won't be for a bit. if one of the GMs posts here before i get my sheet up asking me to put it over on character instead, well my page is set to auto refresh so i should catch it. (got 2 tabs open for the same page, one set to auto refresh the other not. ). Hopefuly i dont screw up too bad.
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Used to be a member here back in the old forms. joined a number of RPs but times and things have changed. Now it's all a matter of adapting to the new crowd... and seeing if sink or swim.
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So, i'm looking to join this RP by posting a character sheet. However i'm having a bit of trouble discerning how it's been done in the past here. have you guys posted here and then moved the sheet to the character area once it's been approved? or have you posted there and then checked here?
can count me in. used to live there so i'm familiar with the area,
gonna need another person.
"uh it's not good, it doesn't look good" were the first words Jack actually heard that he could comprehend as he felt the shaking of the craft become more and more violent. the voice was coming from the copilot of the craft. and although the voice was soft and somewhat distant due to the door being in the way, he could still make it out as the the copilot watched a massive storm reaching into the very heavens materialize around them as they broke through a layer of clouds. Jack couldn't see anything going on outside but that was perhaps for the best. "It's a Monarch!" he heard with a bit more clarity just before something rocked the craft rather violently and they started to spin somewhat slowly. "We're coming apart, something just took off our wing! we're going down!" he could hear the pilot more clearly as he called in their situation on the radio to the colonies down on the surface and perhaps to the ship above as well. He could hear the copilot keep calling out "mayday" into the coms shortly before the sound of sheering metal was heard and the two sections of the landing craft were split in half. the cargo section where everyone was started spinning a bit more as it became separated from the control section.
Red lights flickered on as the air became electrified and the harnesses keeping the passengers in their seats hummed to life as artificial gravity generators kicked on in an effort to minimize any damage that may come to them. the pod tried to deploy it's emergency chutes but the frigid air coupled with the intense storm made short work of them. Next came several violent impacts as the cargo bay crashed into something, this triggered, all be it by acident" a set of retrograde thrusters, slowing the severed section down quite a bit before coming to a stop.
all the jolting and jostling around sobered jack up quite a bit. nothing like the feeling of getting punched in the gut to wipe away a hangover and bring one to one's senses. They'd landed alright, that was for certain.
Red lights flickered on as the air became electrified and the harnesses keeping the passengers in their seats hummed to life as artificial gravity generators kicked on in an effort to minimize any damage that may come to them. the pod tried to deploy it's emergency chutes but the frigid air coupled with the intense storm made short work of them. Next came several violent impacts as the cargo bay crashed into something, this triggered, all be it by acident" a set of retrograde thrusters, slowing the severed section down quite a bit before coming to a stop.
all the jolting and jostling around sobered jack up quite a bit. nothing like the feeling of getting punched in the gut to wipe away a hangover and bring one to one's senses. They'd landed alright, that was for certain.
whoever wants to post
and first post is up
Deep space travel was never really a pleasant thing. large amounts of time wasted doing nothing while the ship went in a relatively straight line in a single direction for days or months on end. For deep space travel, Cryo oddly enough was still preferable than actually being awake the entire time. Well for passengers at least, actual crew still had to man their stations and not everything was safe to leave up to computers to handle. Waking up from cryo was the worst. Most people called it hibernation sickness, though doctors would argue that it's not actually a sickness and more or less just your body waking up after several months of being asleep. Whatever it was called it wasn't pleasant. That tingly feeling that happened when a limb didn't get proper circulation and fell asleep happened so often and so erratically there was never really any part of you that wasn't unpleasant to use. Couple that with the sensation of being drunk but no actual happy buzz to go with it and you were left with a body that felt slow and sluggish to respond, and unpleasant when it did respond. People found themselves fighting through a haze just to go about menial daily things like getting dressed. This hibernation sickness as people called it lasted for a whopping 6 to 7 hours, and that was with medication. Without it, lasted for around the better part of a week giver or take a few days depending on a person's size. Bottom line, Hibernation sickness sucked and all the miners were going through it right now as they sat in a blurred haze in medical getting poked and prodded by docs trying to stave off the "Sickness" as it was so often called. Whoever thought it would be nice to sleep non stop for about a month never traveled deep space.
After the poking and prodding was done, the mining team was herded through a corodore of bright lights and dark figures as needles were jabbed into their arms, injecting them with chemicals and medications. In actuality they were ushered down the hall while doctors with medicine injected them in a sort of assembly line fashion. Keeping track of time like this though wasn't likely to happen. And what felt like a disjointed couple of minutes or hours turned into a sudden sense of clarity as the shock from the landing craft being jettisoned from the ship rocked through the miners as the landing craft plummeted through the thick atmosphere of Corona. They were scheduled to touch down in an assembly outpost that had been built to accept orbital drops. Or well that was the plan. Plans on frontier worlds rarely ever went as smoothly as anyone ever liked, if they even went at all.
As they plummeted towards the ground, Jack was slow to come out of his haze. The jarring started him on the process and things were beginning to clear up a lot more now, but leaning down to reach under his seat to get into a supply cache of cigars felt like he was climbing some kind of mountain with no O2 tank to combat the high altitude. But jack, jack needed his fix. He needed that taste in his mouth. After what felt like ages he finally managed to pull one out and shut the case as he leaned back up and into his seat. Slipping the cigar into his mouth and gnawing on the thing now firmly planted in his mouth. Though as the full clarity of the situation kicked in, he saw that "No Smoking" sign looming over his head as if it was some nun with a ruler at a private school. He barely even registered the sudden rapid impacts that were happening on one side of the landing craft as it descended from the heavens.
After the poking and prodding was done, the mining team was herded through a corodore of bright lights and dark figures as needles were jabbed into their arms, injecting them with chemicals and medications. In actuality they were ushered down the hall while doctors with medicine injected them in a sort of assembly line fashion. Keeping track of time like this though wasn't likely to happen. And what felt like a disjointed couple of minutes or hours turned into a sudden sense of clarity as the shock from the landing craft being jettisoned from the ship rocked through the miners as the landing craft plummeted through the thick atmosphere of Corona. They were scheduled to touch down in an assembly outpost that had been built to accept orbital drops. Or well that was the plan. Plans on frontier worlds rarely ever went as smoothly as anyone ever liked, if they even went at all.
As they plummeted towards the ground, Jack was slow to come out of his haze. The jarring started him on the process and things were beginning to clear up a lot more now, but leaning down to reach under his seat to get into a supply cache of cigars felt like he was climbing some kind of mountain with no O2 tank to combat the high altitude. But jack, jack needed his fix. He needed that taste in his mouth. After what felt like ages he finally managed to pull one out and shut the case as he leaned back up and into his seat. Slipping the cigar into his mouth and gnawing on the thing now firmly planted in his mouth. Though as the full clarity of the situation kicked in, he saw that "No Smoking" sign looming over his head as if it was some nun with a ruler at a private school. He barely even registered the sudden rapid impacts that were happening on one side of the landing craft as it descended from the heavens.
i don't mind. i actually prefer people use accents if they can.
Right then. to the people who are still working an application on or still interested in joining the RP, please don't fret. i do have plans and ideas of how to integrate you even later in the story. so yes, "we" are still accepting applications.
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