Rayvius was suspicious about this assignment from the beginning. First, he was being sent to a Feudal World. His skills there would be next to worthless. And he knew he was going to the surface, because the files he received with his orders included maps of the planet's surface. Then, he had to go undercover. He picked his usual assumed identity: bounty hunters. It wasn't as glamorous as their usual Rogue Trader monikers, but they were sorely lacking the one thing they needed to pull that off: a ship. That was the next issue he had with the mission. They had to travel there in an Imperial Navy transport. Usually they could hire a Rogue Trader to transport them. These were all rather small complaints compared to the big ones. The two big ones. The first was the encrypted files he was told to deliver to his master. Despite all his attempts and despite orders not to open them, he simply couldn't. And there was little he couldn't do with a cogitator. It all seemed too suspicious, and he was in the business of suspicion.
The other major issue was that he was going to die.
The Kestrel of Luggnum was going down, and he didn't know how, and neither did he have the time to find an interface port to find out. He was just shoved aboard the Life-pod and spat out into space. And then that didn't last much longer either, because the life-pod started falling towards the surface of the planet. He strapped himself into the pilot's chair and interfaced with the pod's nav-computer.
“Do you know how to fly this thing?” someone said.
“No, but it can't hurt to try.” Ray was horrified to see that the life-pod was landing right in the center of a giant lake, the South Sea, as the nav-computer helpfully displayed. However, he looked closer to see that they were actually landing on an island. Ray felt a wave of relief, then growing worry. How were they supposed to get off an island?
And then they landed.
Ray awoke some unknown time later. He quickly checked his internal chronometer built into his augmentic eye and saw that only a few seconds had passed. He groaned, partially in relief, but mostly in pain. “Hey, is anyone alive back there?”
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The door slammed, and Ray grunted a belated affirmative. He knew the place and the guy. He had been there last year, selling the same stuff. It was a real moneymaking opportunity. Last year, they had made a couple thousand dollars. He stood there for a bit before getting a pot of coffee going and jumping into the shower. After he came out, he poured himself a mug and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter heat flowing down his throat. He got dressed and started rooting around in the drug stashes. Acid would be good, but what they really needed at a rave was some X. He could probably sell at twice the usual going price and sell out too. He pulled out two baggies of ecstasy and the acid John had set out. He put on his jacket and walked out to the garage with the bags. He threw the bags into the glove compartment and checked under the car seat for the pistol stashed there. Sure enough it was there. He checked the clip, full, and the gun's chamber, loaded. Time to go.
About thirty minutes later, he had arrived at the rave. Sliding the pistol in the back of his pants, he took the baggies of drugs and placed them in his jacket pockets. He opened one bag of X and took one of the pills out. He popped in his mouth and swallowed. A smile slowly spread across his features. Time to find his contact and then make a few bucks.
About thirty minutes later, he had arrived at the rave. Sliding the pistol in the back of his pants, he took the baggies of drugs and placed them in his jacket pockets. He opened one bag of X and took one of the pills out. He popped in his mouth and swallowed. A smile slowly spread across his features. Time to find his contact and then make a few bucks.
Name: Raymond Skalter
Age: 31
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Caucasian
Position: Muscle/Drug Dealer
Personality: Ray is a troubled individual. He suffers from PTSD triggered anxiety attacks, and has taken to taking drugs to help cope with them, be they legal (the support he's getting from being a vet) or illegal (stuff he gets from 'Lab Rat'). On days when he's feeling okay, he's friendly and talkative, but most other days he's withdrawn and morose. Sometimes he suffers from flashbacks, and usually the only one who can snap him out of it is his buddy John, who is the only person he really trusts.
Other: He's partners with John "Lab Rat" Salsades. He scratches his robotic prosthetic when nervous or anxious, which if he notices, sometimes sends him into a depressive spiral/PTSD flashback. He also knows his guns and military hardware.
History: Ray was friends with Lab Rat before joining the military, and one of his customers, though only for recreational drug use. Now drugs have become his lifestyle. Ray lost his arm in the Army. He won't say where or how he lost it, but its most likely he lost it in the second Operation Enduring Freedom. He doesn't talk much about his past. Most just assume that he's another broken vet, and they're pretty much right. He's currently living with Lab Rat (If Incredible John is okay with that) and has helped him out with some of the more elaborate traps.
Age: 31
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Caucasian
Position: Muscle/Drug Dealer
Personality: Ray is a troubled individual. He suffers from PTSD triggered anxiety attacks, and has taken to taking drugs to help cope with them, be they legal (the support he's getting from being a vet) or illegal (stuff he gets from 'Lab Rat'). On days when he's feeling okay, he's friendly and talkative, but most other days he's withdrawn and morose. Sometimes he suffers from flashbacks, and usually the only one who can snap him out of it is his buddy John, who is the only person he really trusts.
Other: He's partners with John "Lab Rat" Salsades. He scratches his robotic prosthetic when nervous or anxious, which if he notices, sometimes sends him into a depressive spiral/PTSD flashback. He also knows his guns and military hardware.
History: Ray was friends with Lab Rat before joining the military, and one of his customers, though only for recreational drug use. Now drugs have become his lifestyle. Ray lost his arm in the Army. He won't say where or how he lost it, but its most likely he lost it in the second Operation Enduring Freedom. He doesn't talk much about his past. Most just assume that he's another broken vet, and they're pretty much right. He's currently living with Lab Rat (If Incredible John is okay with that) and has helped him out with some of the more elaborate traps.
Okay, I'm in the theater. By the way, what kind of movie is Kilroy Nede supposed to be? A Spy/Action flick?
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here."
Ray, winded after his mad dash to the cinema searched his jacket pockets before swearing loudly. "I forgot my wallet. Hey could someone cover my ticket?" Thankfully, someone did, and he muttered a word of thanks and a promise to pay them back. "I suppose getting snacks is out of the question." He then shrugged. "I wouldn't have bought any anyway. I would have..." he let the words trail off because he was about to say 'snuck food into the theater' out loud, and also because he had completely forgotten to do so.
"Lets do this thing!"
Ray, winded after his mad dash to the cinema searched his jacket pockets before swearing loudly. "I forgot my wallet. Hey could someone cover my ticket?" Thankfully, someone did, and he muttered a word of thanks and a promise to pay them back. "I suppose getting snacks is out of the question." He then shrugged. "I wouldn't have bought any anyway. I would have..." he let the words trail off because he was about to say 'snuck food into the theater' out loud, and also because he had completely forgotten to do so.
"Lets do this thing!"
@dereken: Ding ding ding! You are correct! You win a cookie! And though I know Starship Troopers isn't WH40k, it's still awesome. Also, you're accepted.
@Pathfinder: Accepted. Your character can be my character's bodyguard, on loan from another Inquisitor, or simply working for Inquisitor Case. Your choice.
On that note, I may have been unclear on that point. I AM allowing people to make their characters part of the Interrogator's party. Anyone who wants their character to be part of the Inquisitorial party should add "Inquisition, Ordo Xenos" to their Organization and a bit on their recruitment to the Inquisition in their history.
@Lucian: You're good. Accepted.
EDIT: I've made a roster of accepted characters with links to their CS, because things were getting a little messy.
@Pathfinder: Accepted. Your character can be my character's bodyguard, on loan from another Inquisitor, or simply working for Inquisitor Case. Your choice.
On that note, I may have been unclear on that point. I AM allowing people to make their characters part of the Interrogator's party. Anyone who wants their character to be part of the Inquisitorial party should add "Inquisition, Ordo Xenos" to their Organization and a bit on their recruitment to the Inquisition in their history.
@Lucian: You're good. Accepted.
EDIT: I've made a roster of accepted characters with links to their CS, because things were getting a little messy.
Ray had started heading back to the ship after his successful theft, but ended up sitting by the docks, playing his viola and singing. And drinking. Almost half the bottle of gin was gone by now, and he had accumulated quite the following. He was at first offended that someone had tossed a coin into his viola case, but by the seventh coin clinked into his case, it sank in that he was making money for singing tavern songs and getting wasted. He was enjoying himself greatly as he led his entourage in the last verse of a song. As they finished the thoroughly off key ditty, Ray noticed a mob of angry pirates storming out onto the docks. "Huh, I wunner wassup wi' them."
"It looks like they're going after that ship docked there." One of the crowd helpfully pointed out.
"Heh," Ray chuckled, "that looks like the Coral... oh."
"The Coral Oh? What the hell kinda name fir a ship is that?" Ray ignored the ignorant bystander and quickly gathered up his belongings. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting all of you, but I really must be going." He picked up his bottle of gin and realized he couldn't carry the viola, a sword and the bottle all at once. He took a last swig and tossed it to the dense bystander. "Happy Birthday," he said as he ran off. The bewildered man simply said, now to no one in particular, "But its not my birthday. I am so confused."
Ray was behind the angry mob and they hadn't noticed him. An idea struck him and he quickly tucked the corner of his scarf so that the StarDusk insignia was concealed; it would only be a temporary disguise as not much would dislodge the tuck. He drew his sword and started pushing his way through the mob, shouting about nonsense, trying to fit in as an inexplicably angry pirate. "They stole my horse! I want a cherry pie too! Will someone let me at them!?" The pirates somehow considered him one of their own and let him through. He lunged at Kai and their blades locked. The pirates recognized even in their rage that two powerful swordsman had clashed, and so gave them a wide berth. Ray and Kai circled around one another on the pier and broke apart, Ray now on the ship's side of the pier, and Kai leaping back into the horde of belligerent buccaneers. Ray ran up the gangplank and hailed Captain Runali.
"Hello there, Cap'n. I think we've all had enough fun for this port. What say we send our well wishers an explosive parting gift?" He said pointing at the cannons.
"It looks like they're going after that ship docked there." One of the crowd helpfully pointed out.
"Heh," Ray chuckled, "that looks like the Coral... oh."
"The Coral Oh? What the hell kinda name fir a ship is that?" Ray ignored the ignorant bystander and quickly gathered up his belongings. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting all of you, but I really must be going." He picked up his bottle of gin and realized he couldn't carry the viola, a sword and the bottle all at once. He took a last swig and tossed it to the dense bystander. "Happy Birthday," he said as he ran off. The bewildered man simply said, now to no one in particular, "But its not my birthday. I am so confused."
Ray was behind the angry mob and they hadn't noticed him. An idea struck him and he quickly tucked the corner of his scarf so that the StarDusk insignia was concealed; it would only be a temporary disguise as not much would dislodge the tuck. He drew his sword and started pushing his way through the mob, shouting about nonsense, trying to fit in as an inexplicably angry pirate. "They stole my horse! I want a cherry pie too! Will someone let me at them!?" The pirates somehow considered him one of their own and let him through. He lunged at Kai and their blades locked. The pirates recognized even in their rage that two powerful swordsman had clashed, and so gave them a wide berth. Ray and Kai circled around one another on the pier and broke apart, Ray now on the ship's side of the pier, and Kai leaping back into the horde of belligerent buccaneers. Ray ran up the gangplank and hailed Captain Runali.
"Hello there, Cap'n. I think we've all had enough fun for this port. What say we send our well wishers an explosive parting gift?" He said pointing at the cannons.
@Summerlyn8: Your character sheet is a little barren, especially in the Personality and History departments, and you didn't read the rules (see rule #9). As for the appearance issue, that's not a problem.
We'll be starting the RP tomorrow. Any late additions can always say they took a different lifepod down.
We'll be starting the RP tomorrow. Any late additions can always say they took a different lifepod down.
@Dereken: Plenty of room. Go ahead and put up a CS.
@Rin: Accepted.
@Rin: Accepted.
@Drallinix: Thank you for changing your armor to carapace; I was about to veto the Power Armor. Accepted, though my inner nerd is a little iffy with your character being in the 1st Kronus Liberators and from a Feral World. I was under the Impression that they were made up of Cadian Troops, but nothing I can find actually says so outright, so it could just be my headcanon messing with me.
@Raineh Daze: Accepted, and if it makes you feel better, you can change Imperator to Omnissiah.
@Lucian: Sorry for mucking up your name.
And yes, as soon as Rin posts a CS, we'll be good to go.
@Raineh Daze: Accepted, and if it makes you feel better, you can change Imperator to Omnissiah.
@Lucian: Sorry for mucking up your name.
And yes, as soon as Rin posts a CS, we'll be good to go.
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