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The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

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The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Evren listened patiently as the old doctor threw his tantrum. As a former front line commanding officer, he was well accustomed to people throwing tantrums all the time, especially on the most inconvenient times possible. Like when you’re laying in a ditch for half the day taking cover from artillery fire or when storming an enemy position. Compared to that, the timing of Darien was pretty acceptable.

The captain was well aware of the sorry state his ship was in and that it would require a lot of money and hard work to get everything, including med bay up to standards. Unfortunately Evren only could borrow enough money from the Triads to buy the Dauntless in the state she was. The money for a complete overhaul of everything he had to earn.

As the crew left to do their tasks, the captain had to go to work too. Not only was he in charge of the ship but he was also responsible for the business side of it. That meant a lot of paperwork, calculations and counting money.

Evren went through all the data, receipts and information he could get on the expenses and calculated a rough estimate of the baseline operational cost of the Dauntless per flight day. Just the baseline resource consumption such as fuel and food for the crew would ramp up to around $2000 per flight day. Most of that would be fuel consumption. However it was still a rough estimate. Consumption of fuel was significantly higher when flying in the atmosphere of a planet or having to leave its gravitational pull. However these rough estimates would certainly help with the upcoming negotiations with Fat Pig.

Aside from covering basic costs the captain also needed $5000 to pay off the current quarterly year part of his debt that needed to be paid in the next few days and preferred to also get some replacement parts and medical supplies. That would easily be another $5000. All combined it was almost ten grand more than he had in his pocket. Especially now that luck had spent most of the remaining cash on restocking food supplies Evren sighed as he knew he had to squeeze out as much cash upfront from Fat Pig as possible.

Somehow Luck managed to time his food making project perfectly in sync with Anxi landing the Dauntless at Kharak town Spaceport. All the paperwork had to wait as the pleasant smell of freshly prepped food filled the hallways, cabins, bridge and medbay. It was dinner time, or maybe supper or breakfast. The timing of meals gets a little bit fuzzy in space afterall due to the lack of a day/night cycle. It just becomes food time.

Making his way towards the mess the captain came across medbay. There he was greeted by a barrage of sounds that was residing in the very grey borders between music and torture. The instrument of the bobcat was certainly a unique cultural thing that he was very fond of. However it was questionable if the other crew members could appreciate its distinct sound.

Evren knocked a few times on the Medbay’s door before opening it and sticking his head in. ”Food’s ready, if you’re hungry you should go to the mess. About the medbay’s inventory…can you make up a list of everything that is necessary ordered on priority? Then we can see what we can acquire in Kharak town before we depart again.”

As the captain entered the mess he noticed that Njal was busy with his pet again. It was sort of a funny sight, the giant man with the small pet. However, Evren wasn’t too pleased with having that creature lose around the food supply. ”Njal, put him back in his cage. I don’t want him to munch on our food.”

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Kaito smiled as he saw how Yvonne sended the big dude flying. The fox was still hidden well within the illusionary fake walls and the giant advisory did not seem to be able to see through the illusions at all. However his insane durability was certainly a drag. Even having its leg torn and an arrow in his neck did not seem to bother the guy at all. He either was some weird creature or greatly enhanced by magic. However, judging from the fact that he did not even seem to notice the illusions and utter lack of other magical properties displayed, the kitsune deduced that the enhancements would likely come from some external source, like that wizard that just entered the room.

Jazdia seemed to be in a talkative mood, considering that she did not immediately put an arrow through the white bearded man’s head. However Kaito did not share his boss's judgment regarding not immediately ending the old man’s life. In the fox’s book, wizards are a drag as they often have ways to mitigate his illusions. Unlike the big beefy dude, the Kitsune considered the old man a serious threat.

Suddenly four Kaito’s came rushing out of the fake illusionary walls, attacking the old man from four different directions. Three of them were illusionary. The first illusion came in from the left and went for the wizard’s head. The second illusion came in from behind and stabbed towards the heart. The last illusion came in from the front with an attack towards the throat. All these illusions had one purpose, to draw the man’s defenses away from the real target that Kaito was going for. As the fox rushed forwards, drew his sword and in one smooth motion slashed towards the hand holding the staff in an attempt to cut it clean off.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Luck mentioned that he was going to prepare a meal for the crew in the mess. Maybe Njal is helping out, getting the table ready and stuff like that. Just an idea :)

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

*Edited*

Njal Ulrik

Character name

The frontier is a roleplay with anthropomorphic animal characters. The cool thing about that is that they are just as human as you and me. They all have fears, flaws, weaknesses and things they fundamentally struggle with. In short, characters need to be imperfect, make mistakes, mess up and eventually pull themselves back together again.

Character summary

Name: Njal Ulrik
Aliases: Giant
Age: 33
Birthday: November 12th
Birth planet/birthplace: Planet Zovelar in the Noble region of the Arctic Province
Species: Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid
Gender: Male
Role on the Dauntless: Other

Appearance

Height: 9'1"
Weight: 267 lbs.
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Green
Fur color: Grayish black
Personal clothing style: He normally wears tan fitting cargo pants, along with a black tank top and black cargo boots with built in steel tips. He also wears a black belt pouch to carry old and rare coins and small gems to trade with.

Psychology

Sexual orientation: Straight
Relationship status: N/A
Personality: Njal is usually quiet and doesn't make much conversation with others, preferring to have moments of solitude to enjoy the peace and quiet when he chooses to, sometimes finding constant chattering voices annoying. He purposely makes himself act less intelligent to fool everyone into thinking he's not that smart, only hiding how manipulative and secretive he truly is. He will also lie and act friendly towards others if it benefits him in the long run, willing to pit friends or crew members against one another.
Likes:

• Fighting against strong enemies
• Traveling through space
• Making homemade bombs

Dislikes:

• Canine and primate anthropomorphics
• Being caught by the law
• Clients who try to cheat him out of a deal

Flaws:

• He is very overconfident in thinking no one will find out how manipulative he is
• He will betray anyone for money
• He refuses to use guns, preferring weapons that can crush an enemy

History

Background: Njal was born on the planet Zovelar, growing up in the Arctic province of the Noble region where it's cold all throughout the year. His father was a member of a large spacecraft carrier, dealing with some illegal cargo supplied by shady clientele in which he would be gone for nearly months at a time while his mother homeschooled him. Unfortunately, his father was soon laid off from his job when the Omni Core became involved with the shipping of illegal goods, forcing his family to leave Zovelar and search for a new place to call home. They moved to planet Terra, settling within Terra city, much to Njal's dislike, while his father desperately searched for a job that would pay enough to keep them afloat.
During his time in Terra city, Njal had slowly learned how to con and haggle those that he knew were gullible and naive, making a small bit of money from them as he grew older, as well as making enemies and getting into frequent fights from those that despised his con artist nature. He broadened his horizons by stealing crates of drugs and small weapons from several stores and shops, selling them to whoever wanted to buy them for whatever price he could get them to pay, only to get caught many times from the law, being given multiple warnings since he was still considered a minor. Despite his father threatening to send him to Phobos and enlist him in the Omni Core Security Academy, Njal ignored the threats and continued in his drug and weapon money making from anyone he could, soon finding himself being introduced to an organization known as the Triads by a Triad member who had taken an interest in Njal's skills.
Curious of the organization, Njal began to learn more and more about what the Triads were and what they did, becoming very interested in joining them to the point that he made up his mind to just do it, wanting to earn enough money to get away from his parents and Terra city for good, although he chose to wait until he was at least twenty to join the organization, performing the initiation rite on the night of his birthday, becoming a Triad member. From then on, he was able to find jobs as a cargo loader, due to his size and strength, with the help of the Triads to make sure certain cargo that contained very rare and lethal weapons, drugs, prostitute slaves and rare exotic animal species were delivered safely to whatever clients paid for them, along with making other clients disappear permanently if they caused trouble for him. On two occasions, he kept a large hammer from one client after killing him for trying to cheat him out of his payment, while receiving a dangerous creature known as a Krite in exchange for an extra crate of drugs. Unfortunately, he had been caught by Omni Core soldiers during one cargo run, finding out that it was an undercover operation to expose what he was doing and who he was working for. To avoid whatever punishment or execution they would give him, Njal got away by killing several soldiers and escaping on a stolen spacecraft, only to steal another spacecraft and ditch the one he stole to get away.
To keep himself out of sight from Omni Core, Njal found a cargo loading job on a ship known as the Dauntless, feeling it was the best choice until the heat on him died down.
Motivation: Trying to make a profit for himself while staying hidden from the law.

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• Basic piloting skills to pilot his personal spacecraft
• Average navigation skills to plot courses
• Astrography skills of planets, star systems and nebulas

Combat:

• Self-taught hand-to-hand combat
• Street fighting skills
• Expert in wielding two-handed weapons, mainly hammers

Utility:

• Bomb making specialist
• Street smart
• Can lift up to 450-500 lbs

Other:

• Bilingual
• Studies ancient civilization
• Looking into DNA infusion

Gear and possessions

On person:

• Two handed hammer
• Metal wrist gauntlet to carry a few small tools for making bombs
• Crew communicator
• Personal communicator to keep in contact with clients and the Triads
• Necklace with a round black onyx pendant that is secretly a video recorder
• Adaptable full body exo suit

In quarters/storage:

• Change of clothes
• Personal spacecraft manual
• Textbook guide on repairing different spacecrafts
• Worldwide book on bombs and how to make them
• Compass given to him from his father when he was young
• Caged pet Krite acquired from the black market

Personal spacecraft

Manufacturer and Type: Musk Industries FVU-85 FFS
Seats: Pilot and co-pilot seating
Max acceleration in space: N/A
Max range in space: N/A
Max speed in atmosphere: N/A
Armament: None

Extras

Character quotes: "If the cash is there, I do not care."
Theme song: Nightmare
Anything else: Njal has a pet Krite, which is a small strange looking creature resembling a porcupine or hedgehog. It has a large rotund body, covered in a haze of black fur, having small limbs with three tiny claws on both hands and feet. It has a large mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth that can deliver a crushing bite, which it uses to attack, allowing it to devour its victim down to the bone. Its nose is wide and flat, and it bears signature red cat-like eyes, which sometimes appear florescent from a distance. The Krite can roll into a ball like a hedgehog and roll off, climb and leap from one area to another, and can shoot poison quills that knock out its victims. In order to travel, the Krite can walk, but will commonly tuck into a ball (like a hedgehog) and roll. While rolling, it can gather enough momentum to 'launch' from a position and reach quite long distances. The Krite can behave mischievously, but has a vicious appetite that makes it deadly to handle and keep as a pet. It can navigate its way through ventilation ducts and can communicate with Njal through body language, as well as listen to commands given by Njal if he ever needs the Krite to perform specific tasks that he is unable to do, such as finding specific items or finding a way around locked doors in case he is trapped.
Njal usually keeps the Krite in its cage, but will take it out so long as its internal microchip is fully functioning, in which the Krite is kept in a calm state of mind, allowing Njal to sometimes use it to help him take down enemies. The Krite has been known to reproduce eggs asexually, but was quickly made incapable of doing so due to the microchip which blocks the reproductive signals of the body to keep it from reproducing.

May God help you all if that microchip every stops functioning.

@EternalDragon

Accepted :)

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Njal Ulrik

Character name

The frontier is a roleplay with anthropomorphic animal characters. The cool thing about that is that they are just as human as you and me. They all have fears, flaws, weaknesses and things they fundamentally struggle with. In short, characters need to be imperfect, make mistakes, mess up and eventually pull themselves back together again.

Character summary

Name: Njal Ulrik
Aliases: Giant
Age: 33
Birthday: November 12th
Birth planet/birthplace: Planet Zovelar in the Noble region of the Arctic Province
Species: Smilodon/Cave lion hybrid
Gender: Female
Role on the Dauntless: Other

Appearance

Height: 9'1"
Weight: 267 lbs.
Build: Muscular
Eye color: Green
Fur color: Grayish black
Personal clothing style: He normally wears tan fitting cargo pants, along with a black tank top and black cargo boots with built in steel tips. He also wears a black belt pouch to carry old and rare coins and small gems to trade with.

Psychology

Sexual orientation: Straight
Relationship status: N/A
Personality: Njal is usually quiet and doesn't make much conversation with others, preferring to have moments of solitude to enjoy the peace and quiet when he chooses to, sometimes finding constant chattering voices annoying. He purposely makes himself act less intelligent to fool everyone into thinking he's not that smart, only hiding how manipulative and secretive he truly is. He will also lie and act friendly towards others if it benefits him in the long run, willing to pit friends or crew members against one another.
Likes:

• Fighting against strong enemies
• Traveling through space
• Making homemade bombs

Dislikes:

• Canine and primate anthropomorphics
• Being caught by the law
• Clients who try to cheat him out of a deal

Flaws:

• He is very overconfident in thinking no one will find out how manipulative he is
• He will betray anyone for money
• He refuses to use guns, preferring weapons that can crush an enemy

History

Background: Njal was born on the planet Zovelar, growing up in the Arctic province of the Noble region where it's cold all throughout the year. His father was a member of a large spacecraft carrier, dealing with some illegal cargo supplied by shady clientel in which he would be gone for nearly months at a time while his mother homeschooled him. Unfortunately, his father was soon laid off from his job when the Omni Core became involved with the shipping of illegal goods, forcing his family to leave Zovelar and search for a new place to call home. They moved to planet Terra, settling within Terra city, much to Njal's dislike, while his father desperately searched for a job that would pay enough to keep them afloat.
During his time in Terra city, Njal had slowly learned how to con and haggle those that he knew were gullible and naive, making a small bit of money from them as he grew older, as well as making enemies and getting into frequent fights from those that despised his con artist nature. He broadened his horizon by stealing crates of drugs and small weapons from several stores and shops, selling them to whoever wanted to buy them for whatever price he could get them to pay, only to get caught many times from the law, being given multiple warnings since he was still considered a minor. Despite his father threatening to send him to Phobos and enlist him in the Omni Core Security Academy, Njal ignored the threats and continued in his drug and weapon money making from anyone he could, soon finding himself being introduced to an organization known as the Triads by a Triad member who had taken an interest in Njal's skills.
Curious of the organization, Njal began to learn more and more about what the Triads were and what they did, becoming very interested in joining them to the point that he made up his mind to just do it, wanting to earn enough money to get away from his parents and Terra city for good, although he chose to wait until he was at least twenty to join the organization, performing the initiation rite on the night of his birthday, becoming a Triad member. From then on, he was able to find jobs as a cargo loader, due to his size and strength, with the help of the Triads to make sure certain cargo that contained very rare and lethal weapons, drugs, prostitute slaves and exotic alien species were delivered safely to whatever clients paid for them, along with making other clients disappear permanently if they caused trouble for him. On a two occasions, he kept a large hammer from one client after killing him for trying to cheat him out of his payment, while receiving a dangerous alien creature known as a Krite in exchange for an extra crate of drugs. Unfortunately, he had been caught by Omni Core soldiers during one cargo run, finding out that it was an undercover operation to expose what he was doing and who he was working for. To avoid whatever punishment or execution they would give him, Njal got away by killing several soldiers and escaping on a stolen spacecraft, only to steal another spacecraft and ditch the one he stole to get away.
To keep himself out of sight from Omni Core, Njal found a cargo loading job on a ship known as the Dauntless, feeling it was the best choice until the heat on him died down.
Motivation: Trying to make a profit for himself while staying hidden from the law.

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• Basic piloting skills to pilot his personal spacecraft
• Average navigation skills to plot courses
• Astrography skills of planets, star systems and nebulaes

Combat:

• Self-taught hand-to-hand combat
• Street fighting skills
• Expert in wielding two-handed weapons, mainly hammers

Utility:

• Bomb making specialist
• Street smart
• Can lift up to 450-500 lbs

Other:

• Bilingual
• Studies alien language
• Looking into DNA infusion

Gear and possessions

On person:

• Two handed hammer
• Metal wrist gauntlet to carry a few small tools for making bombs
• Crew communicator
• Personal communicator to keep in contact with clients and the Triads
• Necklace with a round black onyx pendant that is secretly a video recorder
• Adaptable full body exo suit

In quarters/storage:

• Change of clothes
• Personal spacecraft manual
• Textbook guide on repairing different spacecrafts
• Worldwide book on bombs and how to make them
• Compass given to him from his father when he was young
• Caged pet Krite acquired from the black market

Personal spacecraft

Manufacturer and Type: Musk Industries FVU-85 FFS
Seats: Pilot and co-pilot seating
Max acceleration in space: N/A
Max range in space: N/A
Max speed in atmosphere: N/A
Armament: None

Extras

Character quotes: "If the cash is there, I do not care."
Theme song: Nightmare
Anything else: Njal has a pet Krite, which is a small alien creature resembling a porcupine or hedgehog. It has a large rotund body, covered in a haze of black fur, having small limbs with three tiny claws on both hands and feet. It has a large mouth filled with multiple rows of sharp teeth that can deliver a crushing bite, which it uses to attack. Its nose is wide and flat, and it bears signature red cat-like eyes, which sometimes appear florescent from a distance. The Krite can roll into a ball like a hedgehog and roll off, climb and leap from one area to another, and can shoot poison quills that knock out its victims. In order to travel, the Krite can walk, but will commonly tuck into a ball (like a hedgehog) and roll. While rolling, it can gather enough momentum to 'launch' from a position and reach quite long distances. The Krite can behave mischievously, but has a vicious appetite that makes it deadly to handle and keep as a pet. It has its own language to speak in and can perfectly work a spacecraft, as well as formulate a plan to gain access to a room through the ventilation ducts.
Njal usually keeps the Krite in its cage, but will take it out so long as its internal microchip is fully functioning, in which the Krite is kept in a calm state of mind, allowing Njal to sometimes use it to help him take down enemies. The Krite's species are known to reproduce eggs asexually, however, Njal's Krite is incapable of doing so while the microchip blocks the reproductive signals of the body to keep it from reproducing.

@EternalDragon

I've read through your character sheet and have a few points regarding Njal's pet. Alien life forms have not been discovered. Planets with breathable atmospheres have all been terraformed in order to make them habitable. Not a single trace of life has been found. The current colonized solar systems are all within travel distance. Other stars would require generational spacecraft that would have to travel for multiple generations. So a spaceshit piloting alien pet not something that will get a pass. Same goes for studying alien language as there is no alien life form known. However I like the general idea of Krite so I am going to give some idea's on how to rework the idea to make it fit in the world a bit better :)

There are 3 aspects that need modification. His origine, communication and the 'working a spacecraft'. Although I'm not entirely sure if I interprid that the right way. Right now I see it as being able to fly a spacecraft but I could have it all wrong. If so, please correct me on it :)

I like the uniqueness of Krite and I think that is something you should certainly keep. It's a bit of a one of a king creature and I think it would be great to leave his origine a mystery. He could be the product of genetic experimentation, or maybe he's a mutated animal from a freak accident with a chemical plant or something entirely else. By leaving this open everyone who gets into contact with Krite can form their own theories and there will certainly be people who think it is an alien. Nobody really knows :)

Since there aren't talking aliens I think communication should go mostly through stuff like body language and intonation. Njal is the one who can interpret his body language and communicate commands to him. Lets say that Krite sees someone in a room. He isn't able to articulary describe what the person looks like but when Njal asks him to point him out from a crowd he can do that perfectly. Or point the person out based on a bunch of pictures.

The last part is more about what he can do. In essence he's still an animal and should not be functioning on the same interlectual capacity as people. However there should be plenty of tasks he should be able to accomplish. Like navigating his way around airducts and press a button based upon describtion by Njal, collecting specific items on command, opening doors, maybe unscrewing stuff with his nails but pilotting complex machines is a bit too much.

I hope I have given you some good pointers to work with. If you have any questions feel free to ask :)

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

That would be the interstellar type. A long sleep. Proberbly a drug induced sleep that slows down metabolism and oxygen consumption.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Okay, since Karma's the ship's mechanic, what issues is she currently aware of?

What jury-rigged repairs exist?

Is the "Check Engine" light on?

@Expendable

List of most imporatant systems.
* Engines: Provide propulsion and energy for the entire ship.
* Auxiliary power unit: When the engine fails the auxiliary power unit kicks in to power the most critical systems for crew survival such as the oxygen generators, communications and thermal subsystems. This unit consists of batteries that can power the ships systems in case of emergiency for a week.
* oxygen generator: Generates and pumps around oxygen.
* backup oxygen generator: Backup oxygen system for when the primary fails
* Artificial gravity generator: Maintains a constant 1G within the ship
* Water management system: Delivers water to the kitchen, bathrooms, medical bay and other places in the ship. it consists of a fresh water supply and a unit that purifies waste water.
* Waste disposal unit: Burns up waste and compresses the ashes to make it take less space on the ship.
* Thermal subsystems: The thermal subsystems maintain the right temperature around th ship for both the crew and the various systems.
* Fire-Fighting system: Automated firefighting system that kicks in when a fire is detected
* Communications and sensors: All radios, radars and other sensors that are required to savely travel and communicate in space.
* Refrigeration system for storing food: Keeps the fresh food from going bad.

The known issues
* The backup oxygen generator is currently not functioning. For some reason it won't turn on.
* Half of the Auxilairy power unit batteries are dead and in need of replacement.
* The Fire-fighting system is not working in crew quarters and cargo bay. For some reason the sensors aren't transmissioning to the main control computer.
* The enige needs various important parts replaced due to wear and tear. Rigth now accelerating faster than 1G increases the risk of engine failure.

And you are ofcourse free to come up with some stuff yourself :)

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Kaito watched as the hulking man entered the room. Somehow he seemed to be unaffected by the blast from the magical arrow. There were some lacerations on his body but somehow no blood was flowing from it. Something the fox found both intriguing and mildly concerning. If he doesn’t bleed that means that the big guy isn’t exactly human. So trying to go for human weak spots such as arteries might not work on him.

The kitsune continued to observe the man in warpaint as both Cedar and Jazdia started to engage him. The fox was rather curious to see if the explosive arrow to the neck would have any effect on him at all. For all he could tell for now he could be some sort of golem. If that was the case, they needed to find out where his core was located. For now Kaito chose to remain hidden in the illusion while continuing to observe the enemy combatant in order to find out where he was vulnerable to the sort of damage the fox could do with his short sword.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@MilkmanWill be keeping had track of resources like food, fuel, and money?

@PerfectThought

Hmm, thats a good question. I don't want track such things extensively and use running out of money, food, fuel more as story beats. However maybe a sense of economics increases the immersion. Currently thinking about how to put the cost part down in numbers without getting too much bogged down in number crunching and resource tracking.