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Current I am bad, and that is good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There is no-one I'd rather be, but me.
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Leon5431 said
I don't remember there being a threesome. But I certainly remember some sexual encounters. XP but to be fair it wasn't just the lizards having sex, there were also some girls and if I am not mistaken some Virtus people ;P


Ah yes... Girls... *fades to black*. Totally wasn't (was) me or chukkle. Totally wasn't trying to set up with luna.

Leon5431 said
No Ashley (Hailfire's character) can possess technology, I just thought of some funny situations where Ashley could possess it while he was wearing it. Oh there is so much possible humor in this XD


Lol. I remember having similar thoughts about shuos suit last time then deciding that, due to the angry vanue still inside, it was probably not worth my time... I suppose done quickly enough though....

Doom on you. Doom on you! Doom on you!
Balmung. No worries on the software side of things as that is Ashley's forte. Being able to possess technology gives her something of an edge when it comes to these things. Which brings me to my next point.

Gentlebeast I reaaally hate to dissuade you from something you want to do but the hacking and piloting specialisations were something I picked for my character because no one else was doing it. Do you think you might be able to pick another specialisation? I'm happy to help with character development if you like and I approve of your race choice. Awesome new race. Again my apologies for my request.

Elite. Sure i can have ashley recommend reganzas character. I'd like to work out the kind of op they would have been working on though just to get the history set. Would you like to discuss this in PM reganza?
I'm going to have to change Ashley's character sheet again I am afraid. It is likely she still would've been with the UN during the events of our previous campaign.
The Chronicles of Ashley Munroy: Chapter 1

9 years ago
Lights flashed and alarms buzzed, wailed and blipped at the cockpits sole occupant who furiously worked the plethora of controls. From somewhere in the cockpit a tinny voice rang out. "Calling all units. Calling all units. Mission target has been deemed unattainable. Maintain a safe distance from mission target. Repeat. Stay away from mission target."

In the busy cockpit the voice went unanswered and moments later the radio crackled into life again to address the occupant directly. "Unit 23 change your course immediately. Your present course places you at risk of meteor strike." The voice said with more than a hint of disapproval in its tone.

At this point the pilot reached up and took the microphone to reply. Despite the relatively low ceiling of the cockpit she had difficulty reaching although, with a little effort, she eventually managed to claw it down in order to facilitate a reply. In a childishly indignant tone the girl said "No can do control. I can see the station from here I can sure as hell make it there and back in time."

In the seconds after the radios agitated reply was drowned out by a mighty shout from the gurney-room behind the cockpit. "What the frak Ashley! You will turn us around right now!"

A pair of scrabbling hands appeared in the cockpit followed by a scrawny, sweaty and generally nervous looking fellow in a white spacesuit. Emblazoned on the suits front and back were the distinctive crimson symbols human medical care used almost universally. Frenziedly he attempted to snatch the microphone but mere seconds a second figure reached into the cockpit and pulled him out.

"Calm down Darren. Ashley can make this and besides. The objective is time critical. If we don't make it onto Cloud 9 soon a lot of people are going to die." The man said in an urgent and authoritative tone as he pinned Darren's scrawny frame against the wall.

Darren wasn't keen to just lie down and shoved the person off him, an impressive feat considering his belligerents physique. "You heard control. Cloud 9 is unattainable! If we go there we die Sam."

At this point Sam took a deep breath and, stepping between Darren and the cockpit, said with a calm sincerity "She can make it."

"Shes 14!"

"She can make it." Sam repeated.

Sam wore an identical outfit to Darren with the exception of his surgeons badge. Many would have considered him handsome and he was certainly physically fit to say the least. If one were to look past his physical appearance one would have found Sam was not merely pleasant to look at but pleasant on the inside too. He was a warm, caring person who, far from harming anyone, went out of his way to aid those in need. He was also Ashley's last stable rock in the universe. Darren gave up and walked into the back of the shuttle muttering "You place too much faith in your sister." As he went.

And so Ashley continued to fly the shuttle towards Cloud 9. Cloud 9 was a tourist satellite orbiting earth and a choice destination for wealthy families. Several hours ago the satellite had been hit by a meteor shower and, whilst engineers were doing what they could, the satellites life support was failing. To complicate matters further the strike had scattered debris around the satellite and a second meteor shower was expected any minute. Survivors who hadn't made it to the lifeboats in the initial rush were trapped aboard the doomed structure.

Needless to say Ashley was nervous. It was rare that she got to fly and this was a first for flying under such extreme conditions. The shuttles layout was new to her and, had the crafts normal pilot not been on sick leave, she wouldn't have flown at all. As it was she flew using a strange intuition that came to her regarding technology. Usually, if she touched an item of technology or saw a switch, she'd almost instinctively know what each switch did and how to control it. The shuttles solid, bulky frame was more than sufficient to survive the minor bumps and scratches she gave it as she negotiated the debris and arrived at the ships hangar. The radio crackled back into life. "Last chance Miss Munroy. Turn back. It's been confirmed there will be several meteor hits with the station."

This time it was Sam who responded. He picked up the microphone and said with a bold confidence. "We'll be quick. There's no cause for concern." Before patting Ashley on the shoulder reassuringly. Ashley flew the small medical shuttle into the stations hangar with terrified focus as two large, shrapnel-like pieces of metal scraped slowly over the cockpit window.

Inside the satellite the true chaos broke out. A chorus of shouts started up the moment the little shuttle entered the hangar and as the shuttles door opened the stations security did a heroic job of holding back the crowds that attempted to swarm aboard. There was an additional clamour as an official looking group forced their way on board in spite of the crews insistence that children be evacuated first. The lead member and his two children sat in the back before his security detail joined the space stations security keeping the rabble out of the shuttle.

Sam worked furiously behind the security seeking out the children in the crowd for evacuation and prying them from sometimes weeping mothers in order that they might be saved from the stations likely fate. He had just retrieved a sobbing three year old and placed him aboard the ship when the stations sirens started blaring faster and more urgently than the slow, wailing alarm they had been putting out before. Immediately the crowd surged forwards only just held back by the struggling lines of security. Darren stated the obvious for the shuttles crew along with an angrily toned demand. "Meteorite strikes imminent. Get us the hell out of here Ashley!"

Sam turned from his work with the crowd to return from the shuttle and had just reached the doorways when a cry reached his ears. This cry was easily distinguishable from the yells and anger of the panicked crowd. Sam was certain he'd heard it right and, in the moments hesitation he hear it again and became certain. Somewhere in the crowd was a young girl, likely no older than twelve, begging for her mother. Sam turned around and hunted along the edge of the crowd for the little girl he was certain was in there.

"SAM! Get the frak on the shuttle right frakking now!" Darren yelled at him from just inside the shuttle. His eager trigger finger sat over the door controls waiting for his chance to close them. Sam yelled his reply back over his shoulder.

"I can't just leave her!" He shouted fear evident in his tone. As Sam turned to yell desperate fingers wrapped in his clothes and he was pulled into the crowd as though gravity itself had switched direction. Sam clawed, pushed and pulled through the at the crowd as he attempted to force his way back into the shuttle. The sirens shrill wail became a singular monotone whine and for a moment the room seemed still and peaceful. Darren had just enough time to see Sam's expression turn to shock as he realised what was about to happen before pressing the button on the door controls.

...

...

There was a tremendous boom that for the brief duration of its existence was the singular and only sound around. The more fortunate amongst the crowd were reduced to vapour as the meteorite passed through the hangar with the ease of a bullet through paper splattering the side of Ashley's medical shuttle with blood as it went. The rest of the crowd were suddenly subjected to freezing temperatures and an intense vacuum that sucked most of the bodies through the hull puncture in seconds. Darren's furious yelling prompted Ashley forwards and out the hangar in a blind panic and it was pure luck she did not collide with dangerous pieces of debris as the shuttle fled the station. It was perhaps a blessing that she had escaped the station before the bruised, battered and empty corpse of her brother Sam could pass into sight.

...

Hours passed and Ashley sat in her room alone. Sam had been all she had. She knew nothing of her mother and father who presumably had not seen fit to care for the two children they had left behind. Sam had had all the traits Ashley had lacked and been her role model. Trustworthy, strong, caring and dependable had all been words that had described Sam but there was nothing left of that now. It was unlikely a funeral would even be held for the orphan child in spite of all the people he had helped in life and even if there were nobody would attend and so Ashley was left to weep in solitude.

A knock came at the door and Ashley looked up from where she sat slumped against the bed.

"Go away!" She cried tearfully.

The knock came again and this time Ashley stood, opened the door, and braced to yell at he who would dare disturb her mourning.

Outside stood a man in full military uniform. His hat bore the symbol of the United Nations and his jacket the many badges and insignias of an Admiral. The man looked far more official and far more solemn than he had in the back of the medical shuttle. Ashley vaguely remembered him from what she had seen of the scrabble and her tantrum was temporarily averted. Instead she opted to stare at him in blank confusion. The man stepped inside and took off his hat not bothering to ask permission before sitting down.

"I came to thank you for saving my children and I and to offer my deepest sympathies for the loss of your brother." He said his tone matching the solemn expression on his face. In spite of the sincerity in his voice his small speech came across rehearsed as though perhaps he had done it before and Ashley's anger sparked up again.

"Well maybe I don't want your sympathy." She snapped back at him. Slamming the door closed angrily and crossing her arms.

The Admiral leaned forwards and fidgeted nervously with the tag on his uniform. "Admiral J. Adams." The tag read and, after a moments hesitation, he spoke once more.

"I had hoped to offer you more than sympathy." He said watching Ashley carefully so as to better phrase his next sentence. "Your flying saved the lives of my family, myself and many others who would have otherwise died aboard that station and I learnt of your situation shortly after arriving here. As things stand you have no home to go to and no family or other relations to support you. Prospects look dim. I'd like to offer you a place at the UN military academy. I'd be honoured if you were to accept my offer."

Ashley frowned and looked the admiral over checking hard for some hint of deceit or deception.

"I'll think about it." She said and showed him where the door was.
Welcome 2 the Depths of Deception newbloods! I very much hope you enjoy your stay and that it's a long one. This, if it is anything like it's previous incarnation, is a great roleplay with lots of potential for creativity.

P.S. I have modified Ashley's CS if anyone fancies taking a look. A lot of it is description changes for the equipment but there is a little background modification too. I may throw my fiction up soon too.

P.P.S. I thing Balmungs charater and mine may get along nicely seeing as neither of them is combat focussed. This is doubly true if he has any skill at ship repair as The Hummingbird is Ashley's baby. DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER! There there. tis ok Hummingbird.
Likely that Ashley was still hired in by the mining corporation. Maybe the events on the Oronian planet (which will now have to be another race) were more spontaneous. A response to a distress beacon perhaps?
Full Name: Ashley (Ash for short) Munroy
Gender: Female.
Age: 23
Occupation: Pilot/driver/hacker for hire.

Physical Description:
Height: 5' 7"
Skin colour and tone: White, slightly tanned.
Hair colour: Naturally bleached blonde
Hair Style: Ashley sports a rough and short tomboyish haircut.
Eye colour: Ice blue.
Tattoos: A pair of angelic wings tattooed on her back.
Clothes: Ashley's military clothing is generally worn as casually as possible and bears a number of personalisation's such as little flaming skull and cross bone patches stitched on just beneath the her rank slides (2nd lieutenant. The rank she was at when she left the forces.). Her casual wear generally consists of baggy combat pants, a white tank top and a brown leather aviators jacket anyway although she can sometimes opt for something more girly. Ashley almost always wears her fingerless sparring gloves which have a grippy rubber palm and ever so slightly padded knuckles (more for her protection than her opponents.) and it would take physical force to make her stop wearing her dog tags somewhere on her person.
Makeup: Normally wears eyeliner and mascara.



Biography:
Ashley was space born and consequentially is somewhat lacking in physical strength although her fitness is the envy of many humans. She has only actually visited Earth twice and her lifetime of space travel has been attributed as contributing to her affinity with technology. Aged 17 Ashley joined the UN Peacekeeping task force as a pilot and quickly gained a reputation as a capable and somewhat maverick pilot. When her superiors discovered the trick to her ability they began to deploy her in other capacities such as hacking and even sent her with boarding parties to access "Standalone" computer systems. Eventually however Ashley became sick of the strict hierarchy that a professional military employs and resigned despite fierce resistance from her superiors.

Ashley has since set up as a "private military contractor" otherwise known as a mercenary. The pay is better and she has her own ship, equipment and command structure. Her command structure primarily consists of "what I say, goes." which is fine most of the time because she operates alone. She will however sometimes operate as a member of a team if the job deems it necessary and her attitude to this varies greatly depending on her teammates. In her previous encounter with Telmeck, Rareth and Luna Ashley was in the pay of a mining corporation who needed illegal mining operations investigated. When the corporation turned out to be corrupt Ashley managed to do the right thing whilst still completing the terms of her contract and then assisted in the investigation of a distress beacon encountered as the team returned to the base of operations. The Rothian government amply compensated Ashley for these additional services and this is something she has borne in mind since although she still prefers to take payment upfront or 50-50 before an after.

Equipment:
-Light Armour Under-layer. Basically an advanced jumpsuit Ashley wears this under her normal clothes at almost all times and will always wear in a combat situation, removing the sleeves and legs where necessary if it looks awkward or gives itself away. This layer serves as protection against light injuries incurred from shrapnel or stab wounds. It is also partially effective at dissipating the damage from energy weapons.
-Seburo C-X (Compact-Xploder) pistol. Fires .45 calibre rounds at semi automatic only. Its unusual magazine design allows the pistol to hold 16 rounds (including one in the chamber) despite the large calibre. The Compact-Xploder is something of a status weapon and isn't cheap or easy to come by. Wielders are usually treated with respect until someone decides they deserve the gun more. Ashley carries this pistol at all times and, if possible, will have its holster concealed. Add-ons: Holster, 2 spare magazines. Picture.
-Seburo MN EP-1 Carbine Rifle. Fires 5.56mm rounds at up to 800rpm. Very accurate. Has single, burst (3 rounds) and full auto modes. 45 round magazine (including round in chamber). Usually reserved for police work this gun Ashley managed to gain on the black-market at a throwaway price. Ashley carries this when she thinks extra firepower is necessary. Add-ons: integrated laser sight, single point sling, 2 spare magazines. Picture.
- The Hummingbird. The Hummingbird is one of only two of it's class. The two ships were built as a collaborative project between UN forces and the Rothian military to fill a need for a deep infiltration dropship. The project was arguably a resounding success. Whilst the technology on board is primarily Rothian due to it's more advanced nature the humans were able to see applications for the technology that the Rothians could not and vice versa for the human technology. The result was a highly advanced, stealth capable dropship with capacity for thirty personnel or a volume of cargo in the hold. It's speed and manoeuvrability far exceeds most ships of its size and it can fly mid-range journeys without the aid of a carrier. Beyond the first two however the project was deemed too expensive to continue production. Ashley bought the Hummingbird from the UN after she resigned their force. Had they had a pilot trained to fly it she likely would not have been able to afford it. The Hummingbird has countermeasures against attack but no weapons of its own. Picture.
-Trinity-X Wrist Computer. This is a small, streamlined device mounted along Ashley's left forearm. It utilises a 3-dimensional holographic display as a monitor and touchable interface. It can be used to perform all the functions of modern computers including access an advanced version of the internet as well as take photos and record footage. Ashley has programmed a highly secure link between this computer and the Hummingbird allowing her to lock and unlock it using the device and control the ship remotely.
-UN Assault Marine Armour. Standard issue to most UN Peacekeepers this armour is comprised of loosely connected polymer plates. These plates are both rigid and heavy, providing reasonable protection at the expense of flexibility and manoeuvrability. It's cheap price and "one size fits all" nature makes it highly accessible for civilian contractors and military forces alike but it is generally considered sub-par when compared to the advanced armours of other races. Picture.

Magic:
Ashley is capable of possessing technology she is in physical contact with and travelling the networks connected to that technology. When she does this her consciousness is almost entirely transferred into the technology leaving her body unable to move aside from those movements necessary to manipulate the technology she is possessing and to enable speech, her bodies physical senses also remain accessible to her. This ability enables her to be a far superior pilot to most and makes her an almost unsurpassable hacker but leaves her highly vulnerable whilst in use. Should the technology she is possessing be destroyed, turned off or the network she is travelling be disconnected between her consciousness and her body her consciousness will return immediately to her body but the process is an immense shock to the system and as such Ashley can be left comatose for as much as several days depending on the severity of the incident. Ashley also feels damage done to the technology she is possessing as physical pain.

Cybernetics:
-Cosmetic Skin and Hair. Low level fashion implants for which the entirety of the subjects skin and hair is chemically dissolved and then replaced with synthetic substitutes. These cybernetics allow her to change her skin and hair colour (and hair style) at will within a couple of minutes. The range of colours is absolute and can even be changed outside of the visible spectrum. The downside of these is that if they for whatever reason were to power down they would turn near transparent and they feel a little plasticky and synthetic to the touch (although the hair actually feels more like nylon).
Will you be running Luna again Leon or is she going to be history? Elite and I were discussing perhaps having a tweaked version of the incidents of the last game having happened.
I am as ever 100% in. Just need to find my character sheet and discuss background tweaks then I'm all set to go. Been waiting for this since guildfall.
Having played the previous iteration of this (this is a reboot of something that ran for months prior to guildfall) I can safely say it is waaaay much more than that. Look at the OOC for more detail. I came out of a half year rp guild retirement for this.
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