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The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Avanhelsing

Hey buddy, you around?

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Arkitekt All in the Solomon system map. Hyperion's rotation period is 37 hours, and its orbital period is 4218 (earth) days.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

New IC post up. Big Data Files update coming soon.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

- Location: Hyperion Base, Hyperion, Solomon System -

@Ghosthands

There was a laziness to Adrian’s casual perusal through operator files as he stalked the halls of Hyperion Base, headed nowhere in particular.

The Warmaster stopped at a cafeteria inlaid into one of the walls if the section he was traversing, ordered a mug of nice Solumian tea, and sat down, content to rest for the current moment. He looked out one of the windows adjacent to his table.

Below him was the vastness of Hyperion, greenery for miles, spotted by silver, shining cities. In the distance, he could see the spaceports connected to their cities - massive towers with a tether extending at an angle from the top, ferrying passengers up and down from one of the planet’s orbital rings, just barely visible overhead, curving through the sky at the edge of space.

Dragging his gaze away from the paradise of the outdoors and beyond, Adrian returned to perusing files. He’d sent out the notice not too long ago, and was now perusing through general operators while applications filed in.

Hmm, he thought. Don’t have many nonorganic operators. Might be in store for an AI or two.

He set his search software to filter for available AI operators, and once again, lazily flipped through mission reports and infoanthropological studies. One stuck out in his feed - a newer type of combat drone - fully autonomous, piloted by a single AI operating at maximum efficiency. Very uncommon to see an AI devoting themselves entirely to one mobile platform. Very interesting indeed.

He made his decision, and queued up a communications channel with the Autodrone.

“ARC-309 - Kyuzo, is it? This is Warmaster Oswell. I’m officially inviting you to join the Special Missions Division.”

* * *

- Location: Hyperion Base, Hyperion, Solomon System -

@Tenslashsix@Arkitekt

The Kraian Monitor reclined in his seat, dawdling about as he continued to review psych evaluations of various operators. The was was a constant slow burn, but a burn nonetheless. He hoped there would be a pick-up in action soon as an excuse to get back out into the field.

He grew bored, and brought up a feed on local neuranet traffic.

Scanning the data for a few moments, his implants quickly identified patterns that they recognized and alerted him that Symmachus was roaming around. Farris wondered what he was up to, and thusly pinged him for a quick chat.

While he was waiting for a response, he resumed scrolling through his psych evaluations, one appeared that was due for review. Gunn, Margaret. Human. Weekly psych evaluations if not per-mission. Similarly, he sent her a generic message to report to his office for an evaluation.

After doing that, he further reclined in his chair and continued scrolling.

* * *

Captain Evera Pinalo

- Location: Hyperion Base, Hyperion, Solomon System -

@Brocktree

Oh-four-thirty. The human Captain of the Sabre was stalking around the interior of Flight Deck 17, tea in hand, slowly sipping the steaming solution as she made her way to the viewing area. Dense fog rolled over the base in the early morning, shrouding the landing areas and the ships occupying them from view.

Only one massive ship was barely visible - the ship occupying the Patrol Craft pad: the eight-hundred-metre long Sabre. Perched on its three landing legs, and towering over the flight deck, it was a sight to behold.

They had a mission today. The Monitor had briefed her on it... well, briefly, the day prior. She only had a minimal part in the mission - mainly providing transport to one of the Sentinels - followed by a routine patrol of the Jíufeng planetary system afterwards. Not much in the way of warfare, especially in these times where the Colossus had infested every imaginable place, but she didn’t particularly mind. It was best to hope the blockade would hold up while the higher-ups worked out a counterattack - not the easiest thing when surrounded from all angles.

Evera took another sip of her tea. She shook off the thoughts and straightened her uniform. The Sentinel was due to meet her soon. She waited patiently, gazing out as the fog subsided and the might of the Collective’s smallest main fleet ship became visible once again.

* * *

- Location: Bounty Office, Agathos, Tyche, Solomon System -

Sabina still sat at the bar, waiting, when a thick finger tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned, looking over her shoulder to see Hyarti, one of the other specialist hunters that often swung by the Office. The towering Jazek had a smirk on his face when Sabina turned to see him.

“Hey Sabina,” he greeted her. “Got something for ya.” He stretched his hand out, offering a scrap of paper to the human sipping her whiskey.

She smirked back, carefully taking the paper and scanning its contents. It was a bounty, all the details carefully jotted down. Dead or alive.

“Huh,” she said slowly, nursing her drink once again, before looking up. “You’re not taking this?”

“Afraid not. Promised me family I’d be with ‘em for a few days, at least.” Hyarti scratched his head. “Figured you might be interested.”

“Maybe… any resistance expected?”

“Eh, maybe so, maybe not. Hard to tell.”

She returned her eyes to the paper. The bounty was pretty enticing… “I’d have to leave immediately,” she realized.

“That you do.”

She cocked her head to the side, considering, before taking her whiskey and downing the rest of it. “Guess I better get to it. Thanks, Hyarti.”

“No problem, Sabina. Good luck on this one,” the Jazek waved a casual hand upward as she returned her jacket to her shoulders and got up to leave. “See you ‘round.”

It was time to get to work.

* * *

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Arkitekt Everything looks good. She could probably just be wandering around Hyperion Base. I'll get Farris to give her an assignment.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

Modified Eli's weight a bit to be consistent with his height and fitness.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Arkitekt No worries, life always takes priority over RP.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

E L I

ZAP

Immediately panicked and alert, Eli's eyes snapped open and his muscles convulsed, pushing his body upwards as quickly as they could. From sitting to kneeling to standing in just a few seconds, the hunter quickly found himself in a small, threatening, unfamiliar room, and instinctively he backed into the nearest corner. Crouching down a bit and readying his fists, Eli watched the others wake up and ascend from their rubber mats. He scanned the room quickly, trying to identify the source of danger, but unable to find a clear answer, Eli lowered his guard just a bit as the adrenaline began to subside. A noticeable pain began to emanate from the back of his neck, and bringing one hand up, Eli rubbed the spot where the pain was coming from and found his answer. He brought both his fists up to bear once again, ready to pounce.

Just then, the loudspeaker activated and blared the voice of someone unfamiliar to Eli. It was not a very pleasant voice, cold and inconsiderate, possibly worsened by the loudness of the speaker itself - like it was turned up just a bit too much to distress the occupants of the room they shared. Eli tuned out most of the broadcast, trying to focus on the others - now alert and awake - and whether they posed a threat to him. His breathing had become heavy, and a feeling of claustrophobia swept over yours truly, as the dread of the situation slowly crept into his brain on the currents of adrenaline. A few pieces of information from the disembodied voice slipped through the dizzying fog of panic - they were part of an experiment, had to kill each other, had only a card and phone, and there were stores somewhere in the area.

The broadcast ended, and the doors began to rise, spilling warm light into the cold and mercilessly menacing room. Just as soon as the space was big enough, Eli picked the door on his left, slipped underneath the rising metal door, and emerged on the other side into a shining, small town of trees, grass and quaint buildings, under a cloudless blue sky and a warm sun overhead. Eli was thankful for the peaceful air outside the cramped box he had just emerged from, but these thoughts and the relief that came with them didn't last longer than a brief moment as the adrenaline picked up again, and Eli began to run up the road outside the door he had chosen. He didn't stop to ask questions, didn't stop to figure out which direction he was going (it was North) and hoped to not stop running until he was too exhausted to panic.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

Eli Anders

E L I

Name: Eli Anders

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Appearance: Dark brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin, stubble, fit, 5’ 9”, 166lbs

Personality: Usually quiet and reserved, Eli keeps to himself often. He prefers to be alone, and is uncomfortable in large groups. Prefers to be in the wilderness, at peace and being alone with his thoughts.

Strength(s): Hunting and trapping, shooting.

Background: Born and raised in Alaska as an only child, Eli was raised Protestant but quickly forgot his religion, and took up hunting under the guidance of his father. When he was old enough to hunt on his own, things did not go so well. An attack from a hungry wolf left him injured and traumatized, resulting in a case of retrograde amnesia.

After having recovered, Eli kept hunting. Over ten years, he has become an an accomplished hunter and trapper, having mastered his trauma and regaining his mental strength. He continues to hunt into his thirties.

Experiment-200: KILL_OR_BE_KILLED (Always open)

@Mattchstick Done.