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That's an interesting concept. I kind of want to stray away from the characters starting with a ship though, so perhaps they could all board a passenger ship briefly after the start of the RP. Most certainly, you can replace characters. The Universe is a dangerous place.
The current year is 2525. About a hundred years ago, the humans of Earth almost destroyed themselves with constant war over resources, poisoning their very world. The fighting only stopped when visiters from beyond the stars revealed themselves to the humans; they called themselves the Sect. Emergency cease fires followed by UN meetings brought the violence to a screeching halt to decide how humanity as a whole would meet these newcomers. Before they could reach a decision, the alien race made contact, proclaiming they would allow some of the Earth’s popoulation to board their ships and make a new life in the stars. The world leaders decided to take the offer as opposed to total annihilation. The visitors allowed the humans to pick for themselves who would live and board their vessel and who would be left to die.
The process of deciding took months on the part of the world leaders. They chose themselves and their kind, the Earth’s top percentage of citizens. They boarded the vessel to be whisked away from their doomed world, but as the vessel took off, it was destroyed by the aliens. They spoke once more to the remaining humans, explaining that they had known what the decision would be and instead chose to destroy the selfish humans and allow the wouldbe doomed to board their vessels and leave the doomed planet behind.
After rescuing the humans from their dying world, the aliens helped them to settle on Mars. From there, humanity used their second chance at life to spread out amongst the stars and have become a normal part of life in the vast reaches of space, bringing new cultures and ideas to the Universe. They have since been inducted into the Intergalactic Federation of Unity, an organization similar to the antiquitted UN of Earth, which has been converted into a galactic junk yard. The IFU does their best to keep peace between the various races of the Universe, but there has been a split since humanity has joined. Some races don’t thinnk the humans deserve to be a part of the IFU since they came so close to destroying themselves and their own world and believe they are a poison.
This divide has sparked a war among the stars. Our tale, however, has little to do with the war directly and instead focuses on the Average Joe of the Verse. This story is about a ragtag group of individuals who just try to make ends meet and survive.
For this RP, I’m drawing inspiration from sources like: Guardians of The Galaxy, Firefly, Samurai Jack, Cowboy Bebop, and Space Dandy. I want a story revolving around a group trying to just get by. I’m wanting the story to start with them on a world, either not knowing each other or already knowing one another (we can decide this together), without a ship and then possibly trying to get a ship and expand the story with the Universe at large, with them surviving off a mix of skill and dumbluck and encountering all sorts of strange situations and threats along the way.
The process of deciding took months on the part of the world leaders. They chose themselves and their kind, the Earth’s top percentage of citizens. They boarded the vessel to be whisked away from their doomed world, but as the vessel took off, it was destroyed by the aliens. They spoke once more to the remaining humans, explaining that they had known what the decision would be and instead chose to destroy the selfish humans and allow the wouldbe doomed to board their vessels and leave the doomed planet behind.
After rescuing the humans from their dying world, the aliens helped them to settle on Mars. From there, humanity used their second chance at life to spread out amongst the stars and have become a normal part of life in the vast reaches of space, bringing new cultures and ideas to the Universe. They have since been inducted into the Intergalactic Federation of Unity, an organization similar to the antiquitted UN of Earth, which has been converted into a galactic junk yard. The IFU does their best to keep peace between the various races of the Universe, but there has been a split since humanity has joined. Some races don’t thinnk the humans deserve to be a part of the IFU since they came so close to destroying themselves and their own world and believe they are a poison.
This divide has sparked a war among the stars. Our tale, however, has little to do with the war directly and instead focuses on the Average Joe of the Verse. This story is about a ragtag group of individuals who just try to make ends meet and survive.
For this RP, I’m drawing inspiration from sources like: Guardians of The Galaxy, Firefly, Samurai Jack, Cowboy Bebop, and Space Dandy. I want a story revolving around a group trying to just get by. I’m wanting the story to start with them on a world, either not knowing each other or already knowing one another (we can decide this together), without a ship and then possibly trying to get a ship and expand the story with the Universe at large, with them surviving off a mix of skill and dumbluck and encountering all sorts of strange situations and threats along the way.
Longwinded, crackpot scientist post up.
Az had spent the shore leave cooped up in the archives with the captain, working on a new puzzle from the Lexicon. He had left the archives about an hour ago to clear his head a bit from being cooped up with the captain. Clearing his head, however, meant cooping himself up in his own work area by himself. While working with the captain, Az had sent images of the Lexicon to his own terminal via his glasses. At his own work station, Az began cross-referencing the name “Titan Hammer” over multiple channels to see what he could find on the artifact. The only information his search returned was his own notes and general information on the lifeforms, but nothing on the artifact in question.
Az huffed and shook his head at the display. He really hadn’t had much hope on anything returning on those general terms. It was never that easy finding anything out about the archaic entries in the Lexicon. Az instead began searching for any legends from different cultures to do with the Titans or their tools. Most of the returned information from this search was about different cultures worshipping the Titans as gods, building holy places in the shells of giants they believed to be the bodies of Titans, and them believing the Titans to be the ones who built the Astral Gate.
“Now that’s interesting… If they can construct whole worlds with their tools, maybe they could have been the ones to build the Gate. Or maybe they were closer to being the work force for the real masterminds, living tools themselves.”
His voice carried through the empty room and out into the hall slightly. A crew member passing by the open door stopped for a moment and stared at the navigator strangely. Az turned to peer at the crew member, causing them to hustle off toward the kitchen. The archaeologist turned back to his terminal, muttering under his breath about the crew member being the crazy one for going toward the kitchen. He attempted new search terms for the “Titan Hammer”. This time he searched for strange prehistoric structures resembling the shape of a hammer. Once again his search yielded little results. There were some cultures noting strange structures predating their civlizations, but nothing resembling anything close to the “Titan Hammer”.
Az huffed again as the bell sounded about the ship. The captain’s voice followed the bell, summoning the bridge officers to the archives. Az locked his personal terimanl up before making his way back to the archives. Az arrived shotrly after the android master-at-arms of the Nova Dawn. Upon entering the archives, Az walked up to the captain and leaned down, noticing the presence of the books and writing utensils. It would seem the captain hadn’t stopped his research either.
“I was uanble to find anything else of significance on the ‘Titan Hammer’ by corss-referencing it across different channels. I did find something interesting that got me thinking, however… but, that can wait,” Az whispered quicky to the captain before withdrawing to his own seat at the table. He watched the rest of the officers enter before the captain spoke up.
"Valkyr Sector. Not far outside of Arc Luminous space, but mostly uncharted. Cosmic gigantiform activity too strong to permit colonization, and its position too remote to demand timely cartography. The Lexicon tells me of planet Eris in this sector, and of the treasure we may find there: the 'Titan Hammer.' I have ascertained its coordinates, and I plan for this to be our next destination. I await your concerns, if you possess any."
His simple debriefing was followed by a few concerns from the other officers.
"Do we know exactly what this is? This 'Titan Hammer'?"
"If the captain wants it does it really matter? Anything with “titan” in its name usually is worth the bother. Well unless it's just a big hammer. Please tell me it isn’t just a big hammer. Besides gigantiform life sounds delicious!”
"Same question as Eleven, over here. As dopesauce as this 'Titan Hammer' sounds, I'd like to know what it is too."
"Ignore her, Captain. Point the way, me and Bubba'll get ya' there. So long as we get a good payout, it's fine with me."
Az had opened his mouth to reply to the concerns of his fellow officers when Valk was abruptly cut down from his perch by the ship’s engineer, who then threatened the Sapkir. For a moment, he watched the two with his mouth agape but quickly composed himself enough to launch into an explanation.
“The Lexicon claims it’s a tool that was used by the Titans themselves to construct or destroy whole worlds, so it would seem it may be a literal hammer or some sort of machine used by the Titans called a hammer. If the planet in question is still at the coordinates we found in the Lexicon, then the Hammer should still be there as well, since the Lexicon says something along the lines of the planet being unable to survive in the absence of the Hammer, though that could mean a multitude of things when you consider the archaic language used in the Lexicon.”
After his longwinded explanation, Az leaned back in his chair away from the table and his fellow officers.
Az huffed and shook his head at the display. He really hadn’t had much hope on anything returning on those general terms. It was never that easy finding anything out about the archaic entries in the Lexicon. Az instead began searching for any legends from different cultures to do with the Titans or their tools. Most of the returned information from this search was about different cultures worshipping the Titans as gods, building holy places in the shells of giants they believed to be the bodies of Titans, and them believing the Titans to be the ones who built the Astral Gate.
“Now that’s interesting… If they can construct whole worlds with their tools, maybe they could have been the ones to build the Gate. Or maybe they were closer to being the work force for the real masterminds, living tools themselves.”
His voice carried through the empty room and out into the hall slightly. A crew member passing by the open door stopped for a moment and stared at the navigator strangely. Az turned to peer at the crew member, causing them to hustle off toward the kitchen. The archaeologist turned back to his terminal, muttering under his breath about the crew member being the crazy one for going toward the kitchen. He attempted new search terms for the “Titan Hammer”. This time he searched for strange prehistoric structures resembling the shape of a hammer. Once again his search yielded little results. There were some cultures noting strange structures predating their civlizations, but nothing resembling anything close to the “Titan Hammer”.
Az huffed again as the bell sounded about the ship. The captain’s voice followed the bell, summoning the bridge officers to the archives. Az locked his personal terimanl up before making his way back to the archives. Az arrived shotrly after the android master-at-arms of the Nova Dawn. Upon entering the archives, Az walked up to the captain and leaned down, noticing the presence of the books and writing utensils. It would seem the captain hadn’t stopped his research either.
“I was uanble to find anything else of significance on the ‘Titan Hammer’ by corss-referencing it across different channels. I did find something interesting that got me thinking, however… but, that can wait,” Az whispered quicky to the captain before withdrawing to his own seat at the table. He watched the rest of the officers enter before the captain spoke up.
"Valkyr Sector. Not far outside of Arc Luminous space, but mostly uncharted. Cosmic gigantiform activity too strong to permit colonization, and its position too remote to demand timely cartography. The Lexicon tells me of planet Eris in this sector, and of the treasure we may find there: the 'Titan Hammer.' I have ascertained its coordinates, and I plan for this to be our next destination. I await your concerns, if you possess any."
His simple debriefing was followed by a few concerns from the other officers.
"Do we know exactly what this is? This 'Titan Hammer'?"
"If the captain wants it does it really matter? Anything with “titan” in its name usually is worth the bother. Well unless it's just a big hammer. Please tell me it isn’t just a big hammer. Besides gigantiform life sounds delicious!”
"Same question as Eleven, over here. As dopesauce as this 'Titan Hammer' sounds, I'd like to know what it is too."
"Ignore her, Captain. Point the way, me and Bubba'll get ya' there. So long as we get a good payout, it's fine with me."
Az had opened his mouth to reply to the concerns of his fellow officers when Valk was abruptly cut down from his perch by the ship’s engineer, who then threatened the Sapkir. For a moment, he watched the two with his mouth agape but quickly composed himself enough to launch into an explanation.
“The Lexicon claims it’s a tool that was used by the Titans themselves to construct or destroy whole worlds, so it would seem it may be a literal hammer or some sort of machine used by the Titans called a hammer. If the planet in question is still at the coordinates we found in the Lexicon, then the Hammer should still be there as well, since the Lexicon says something along the lines of the planet being unable to survive in the absence of the Hammer, though that could mean a multitude of things when you consider the archaic language used in the Lexicon.”
After his longwinded explanation, Az leaned back in his chair away from the table and his fellow officers.
I am working on a post at the moment.
I feel as though Az would take Kell's arm to study it and may even be good friends with Momo.
I will attempt to get a post up today.
I will attempt to get a post up in the next couple of days.
I already suspect a majority of Tel's memos to the Captain will concern something related to or directly caused by Res.
"Message from Tel to Captain Scary-pants:
Res has created a society of micro-organisms in the refrigerator that now worship him as "the Many-Legged God", we have made attempts to drive them out using insecticides but so far it has not been successful. Alarmingly, despite their small size, these creatures appear to be extremely strong and have begun to master the basics of arcane magic. Crew member Johns suffered a small fireball to the face when he tried to physically remove the arctic invaders.
I have tried to convince Res that he should encourage his newfound followers to go on a pilgrimage to the the garbage compactor, but he said that would be rude, and said that they are an important part of his effort to develop Hot Dog Cake.
- Tel"
P.S. Az has begun studying them and believes Res creating them could further his studies of the Astral Gates, so he's placed them under his protection until further notice.
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