Jones Sparrow

A familiar Sci-Fi adventure (to some)

@RumikoOhara

Well ther’s spots open if you’re interested :D

A familiar Sci-Fi adventure (to some)

@RumikoOhara

Yeah, I’ve been MIA for a couple months!

Happy to see ya again!

A familiar Sci-Fi adventure (to some)

We’ll probably start the RP sometime tomorrow, depending on the interest XD

A familiar Sci-Fi adventure (to some)

Glad to see interest! Welcome :D

I’ll keep everyone updated on the status of the RP here!

A familiar Sci-Fi adventure (to some)

Yet another reboot of @Akayaofthemoon and I's most cherished RP, the Marauders! This time, with a revamped story, more strict crew roles, and many other details that will keep the RP going!

We really love this RP, down to the creativeness of people, and the unlimited potential we can create with such a diverse world! We really wanted to try this RP again, because the characters, and lore we created are just too good to let die.

So here's the "new" plot:

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In 2030, the lonely isolate planet of Earth sent its first brave men and women to Mars, and 30 years after that, the United Nations sent a dozen more crews to the Red Planet to start colonizing. This was the birth of modern human space travel. It took them another hundred years to travel past Mars, and in 2338 humans set another milestone. They finally figured out the key to galactic travel. So, Mankind embarked on the greatest and biggest expedition it has ever devised. They set out into the unknown. It didn't take long for extra-terrestrial life to find and come into contact with the humans. The human race discovered an organization called the Galactic Committee; hundreds of thousands of different alien species and planets that agreed to universal law to maintain peace within the galaxy. In a matter of twenty years, humans added their influence to the galaxy by electing the first human diplomat into the Committee Council.

The year is now 2478, 120 years after humans joined the Committee. Ever since the humans were discovered, there was a rise in treaties, prosperity, and peace. They have allies, they have exchanged technology, and it truly was the Human's Golden Age... But like every civilization, not everything was perfect. There are some alien races that have not accepted the Committee's terms and keep to themselves, other races have become intergalactic pirates. Planets will have their wars, diplomats will disagree, and so on.

Something that had always captivated young or curious adventurers was the Interstellar Exploration Fleet, a branch of the Galactic Committee that promoted adventure, discovery, and science. As the years went on, more and more deaths emerged the farther teams would set out into the unknown. The morale of the program diminished, funding was a topic within the Council, and people were less willing to volunteer, or enroll in the Program.

In desperation, the Director of the IEF proposed a solution to help with volunteering. Certain criminals with certain skills or abilities that were found guilty of their crimes had an option. Rot in a prison cell, or join an Expedition Force in the IEP. Through much debate, the Council agreed under certain guidelines. Any form of mutiny, or rebellion was returned with instant death for them. They were under strict and careful watch, and they must follow rules and laws to the tee. Of course people tried, but failed in gaining their true freedom. If they didn't die from mutiny, space pirates, hostile environments, and other complications by going into the unknown would have killed them. For some teams, joining the Program was like jumping front in line for death row.

There has been success, however.

They are called the Marauders. Led by a fallen hero, a team of criminals and adventurers have beaten the odds, and have been the longest surviving expedition unit in the IEP. They have been known for making breakthroughs, dissolving galactic conflict, and fighting against pirates. Each member has decided to join the team for different reasons, but one thing is clear: They have become a symbol for hope, discovery, and second chances for the entire galaxy.

Will you join the Marauders, and continue their legacy?

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We gave the RP more of a driving point in terms of plot. The Monroe is this beacon that people seem to look to in terms of "hope" which could be out of character for some of these criminals. Of course each person can have their own reasons on why they joined the Marauders, but the fact that they have become "famous" to some can add more depth, and consideration to their personalities.

We will also be starting the RP off in a sense of danger, and action. That way everyone will be involved, and able to contribute to the team.

That was one of the difficulties with the RP in the past, balancing roles and having everyone involved. Akaya and I thought the best action would be to create specific roles that would be able to play a part in any section of the story.

So this time around, this RP will have a certain amount of characters. We don't want to leave anyone out!

The roles are:

Engineer- In charge of fixing and repairing the ship without needing assistance from the Spire. Fix all mechanical breakdowns that don’t have to do with computer/system trouble.

Pilot/Navigator - In charge of leading them away from dangerous situation and a tactical flyer when needed. They will be assisted by the on board AI, Tango, when they need relief from the helm.

Gunner- In charge of ships weapons big and small. They are our sharp shooter and defensive to the world waiting out in space. This position is heavily watched by the committee at all times if they are not of military, the committee employee or a volunteer with an extensive background check.

Cook- Has the knowledge of cooking meals for varity of species and has control of what happens in the kitchen. They are also vitial for assisting in other areas if need be. It is usually engineering or gunners that will rely on this person.

Sercurity Officer - Is part of the committee or a military expert. This person is to report to the committee as well as make sure that the others stay in line if there is a major conflict. They are in charge of any prisoners the ship takes on board.

LoadMaster- In charge of cargo and supplies. They are also a buffer to stowaways as they don’t want any uninvited guests.

Linguist- The master of all known languages, and cultures, the linguist not only translates for the crew if faced with an unknown language, they are also in charge of preserving, and collecting cultural data from species if necessary.

(Keep in mind that if you have an idea for a role, feel free to contact Akaya and I)

There are also minor details we added to plot, the ship, the crew, and other pieces of information that will help make this world better... The only thing we need are people interested (I feel like this is a kick starter or something XD)

Now the question is: Is anyone interested so far?

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Footsteps had followed Leo down the alleyway, one of the sets belonging to a man he could have sworn he had seen before. Before any words could be said, they were met by more footsteps, and Dawson's men took aim. Leo had had no time to pick up his gun, but his new ally was much faster than he. Blood was shed on both sides, unfortunately, and although Leo was grateful, there was a look of concern set in his face. It soon disappeared though as the man talked, even mentioning his name. The Coyote gave a nod and looked down the alley before turning his gaze to the man with a grin. "The ones that will be sleepin' will be them soon enough, friend. They don't have much folks left, and even if word gets to the inner city, they'd be too cowardly to send men to the outskirts of the town. Their God won't protect 'em here." The voice of Leo was a "matter-of-fact" tone as if he knew the future. He had been trailing Richard Dawson his whole life, and knew how that man worked.

"If you can still operate with one arm, I could use your help to get the jump on them." Coyote made his way through an open window within the alley. Dawson's gang would be waiting for them just outside the openings, but from the firefight left many advantages for Leo and his allies to use. Leo helped the musician through the window with his arm, but as they entered, he noticed that the shooting had stopped. Quietly, Leo made it through the house, and saw that within one of the rooms were a colored woman and her daughters cowering in the corner, weeping at the sight of them. The Coyote put his finger to his lips, and a small nod to assure them that they had no intention of hurting them. If Leo was honest with himself, it broke him a little inside every time he saw things like this. He had spent his whole life to try and stop the tyranny of the Saint, but in the process of his conflicts with Dawson and his gang, many people were terrified of him, and what was going on. It had to be done.

Finally the air was filled with voices. A woman's scream, and a man yelling before a gunshot went off. Leo slowly peered out a window to see what had happened. A man had joined their cause, a random gentleman who probably lived out here, and had a stick of dynamite as well. Before he could have lighted, or thrown it, he was shot by the remaining members of the Dawson gang. It looked like Taheton, Roxanne, and the others had picked some of them off. The remaining members of the gang was hidden behind makeshift cover in the middle of the road, with a fallen wagon, a horse, and other boxes. he could see a trail of blood, a gasping from a man he could only assume was Bradley. He fought so hard to live, but it was no use. Leo would see him dead.

One of the men was fumbling with another stick of dynamite in cover a few feet in front of the rest of the gang, peering around the cover to see where the rebels were. He managed to find someone, and was quick to light the stick. It was time for Leo's move. he quietly raised his rifle, concentrating as hard as he could on where he aimed. He held his breath, and right before he tossed it, Leo fired at his arm, causing the gang member to drop the stick. Leo hid behind cover as the explosion went off. He could hear the rubble and possible body parts hit the side of the building, and when Leo peered around the corner, the place where the gang member stood was charcoaled, and the cover that the rest of the gang had was practically destroyed.

The confusion was just enough for Leo to make his move. The Coyote marched out of the door, reloading his gun, and squeezing off shots towards the men trying to get up from the explosion. He could hear his allies firing as well, but leo didn't car on how exposed he was. His eyes were on the man known as Bradley Grant was trying desperately to crawl towards a gun. The fight was over. They had won.

Leo kicked the gun away, sending dirt up in the air. Using the butt of his rifle, he smacked Bradley Grant on the head before grabbing the back of his shirt, and dragging him towards the middle of the road. Grant tried his best to curse Leo out, panting, and claiming that they would all burn by Dawson's hand.

The Coyote tossed him down on the ground, taking off his hat and wiping his forehead as he panted himself. Leo looked up at the sky, for a second, then down at Grant, his hands going on his hips. "You see your God callin' for ya, Bradley? You think Richard Dawson is sending reinforcements as we speak to try and desperately save you?" Leo kneeled down and stared at the man with a smile. "He don't give a shit about you, or God, or nobody. You're just a puppet to make him money, and power."

Bradley attempted to spit at the Coyote, but it simply spilled over his bloodied lips. "God is good, Coyote." He managed to laugh, looking up at the pale blue sky. "I did my job, doing anything Dawson needed... I got money, I got women, I got to kill scum like you... He had given you purpose too, I suppose. You ain't getting anywhere close to him. None of you are."

"Unfortunately you're not going to know if we succeed or not, my friend. You'll see your glorious leader soon enough in the darkest pits of Hell." Leo stood, and looked around at the crowd that formed around him. Everyone here had a reason to fight in this battle, it was obvious by the way they glared at the man below them. Henry Leopold Adams pulled a cigarette from his vest pocket, and lit it quietly. He looked up at the crowd once again after the first puff, and raised an eyebrow.

"Which one of you ladies and gentlemen want to do the honors?"

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Thanks for the feedback guys! I also got bombarded with university stuff, so I’m getting a post up tonight!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

A quick Roll call as we get back from holidays!!

@Burrahobbit is the only person who has yet to post an intro, but I see that they haven't been on in a little while...

We're going to move things along and get the band all together, so if you're still here and ready to go, just let me know!!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@alexakeehl

Hey there!

I was going to do a roll call here soon to see who's still with us after the little holiday break, so if there's a spot open, you're more than welcome to join!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

We’re still here, it’s just the holidays, everyone’s schedules are weird haha