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The Pickers

Sorry if that last post is a bit choppy or just sounds off. I wrote it over the course of a few hours in multiple different segments. Not 100% sure if I put it all together right

The Pickers

Riggs

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Riggs watched as the Captain collapsed, far less surprised than he should've been. He held back a laugh, watching the usually stern and firm Villianian slide into the embrace of darkness. As she fell, she reached out with connections of anger and frustration that quickly faded as her head bounced upon the hard floor of the ship, almost comically. Riggs let out a hiss of air, both releasing the tension from his held back laughter and expressing his exasperation. "Well, as it seems the Captain is no longer in a position to defend her side, I shall step in and display, once again, the laughable lack of strategic knowledge present in your feeble minds." Riggs said in a commanding voice.

His wide grin of a mouth cracked open slightly more as the words fell out, voice smooth as honey. "If I may interject here." He began, pausing for effect. "While it is noble of this crew to want to spare our Captain a beating, I'm going to have to side with her plan for the most part. In my years, I've done my fair share of dealing on Nomad. Now, picture this in your mind, if you've got the brainpower to spare." He said, standing and raising his hands with fingers spread out in inverted L's, mimicking a screen. "You're a scummy pirate, black market dealer, or just all around ne'er-do-well, drinking with those of like persuasion. Then BANG! A new ship pulls into Nomad -but wait, this ship is no slaver ship you've ever seen. Not a pirate ship either, no this ship has official council markings on it. Maybe you know it as a Picker ship full of criminals, but if you do, then you're likely also privy to the fact that these are lead by a Council captain and lieutenant. So when a big ugly red chodura¹ comes in, you're already suspicious." He said, vaguely gesturing to Pax with his bottle to punctuate his swear.

"So suddenly, this Trakqian, or Veslinian, or Zeluurian is asking you where to buy some big guns. Is any dealer worth their salt going to give them the time of day? Chodu² no! More likely than not, they're going to see this as some half baked council sting, not a genuine deal. You'd be lucky to get out without getting your ga'and³ beaten in, let alone getting a name to sell weapons. No, we need the mutiny story to have any credibility with these people as long as we're cruising in on this shiny chrome council trashcan." He glanced over at Nine pointedly. "Unless our lovely chauffeur has some way to get us a new ship on the way to Nomad, that is." He said, sliding back into his seat and leaning back. His eyes opened wider as he kept his gaze focused on the pilot.

"That being said, Pax isn't entirely incorrect. If the Council truly wants to take us down -which they most assuredly will be, when they are alerted of our plan, if they aren't already..." Riggs said, giving a pointed glance to the security cameras on the ship. In all honesty he wasn't entirely sure if the Council had access to the cameras on board, but he wouldn't be surprised if they did. Amending his statement, Rigger continued. "When the council finds out about our plan, no number of guns we could buy would give us a fighting chance, even assuming we had unlimited funds -which we most definitely do not." He said, glancing around the ship as he attempted to take a mental inventory of just how much of the ship they could scrap while keeping it intact enough to fly.

"It's clear that if we are to go against the Council, our only options are to follow the Captains plan, or ditch both the plan and this ship. That being said, perhaps I was hasty in my dismissal of the moral and ethical implications of this mission. In truth, Pax and Ven do bring valid- though shortsighted points to the table. By no means are any of us morally obligated to save the human race -in fact it could be argued that the universe is better off without their 'invasive attitudes' as our bandaged friend so acutely put it. But this is far bigger than that. You would let the Council get away with the extermination of an admittedly inconsequential race? Then why would they stop to think twice about the extermination of another race? Another hundred? Where do we draw the line? Will we wait to act on this injustice until the Freckans are extinct? Perhaps the Ukai? No, the fish rots from the head." Riggs said, drawing a line across his own throat with his thumb, before turning to Grick with eyes gleefully narrowed. "Forgive the metaphor."

Though he felt he had finished his contribution to the conversation for the moment, Riggs mind kept racing along. As he thought up endless plans and counter plans for their excursion, his florescent tattoos raced along his skin, changing rapidly. They would need a drop team to pick up weapons and spread the story. Ven would be a necessity for this part of the plan, as his poker face would be integral in the lie. Accompanying him, they would need one of the more intimidating of the crew to escort the Captain. Possibly Z? Riggs quickly dismissed that thought. Couldn't present Z as the face of this rebellion, simply too stupid. His eyes flicked over the rest of the crew. Cu? Same problem as Z. Grick? Not aggressive enough. Nine? Too weak. His eyes came to rest on Pax, the best suited for the job. Riggs wondered then if he should accompany the drop team as well, as he was rather well versed with the ways of Nomad, but mentally decided that Pax seemed to know her way around just as well.

It was then that the Captain so kindly made her debut return to the world of the conscious. "Ah, lovely. The Captain once again graces us with her presence. Now that I'm done playing devils advocate for you, Aksel, I'd like to second the complaints of Grick. Exactly what the chodu is this plan going to accomplish, save for painting a target on our backs?" Riggs said hastily, his tone snapping to a harsh tone unlike the honey-smooth voice he was using to coerce the crew. He could clearly see the weakness of the Captain at the moment. A more noble soul in his position would've offered The Captain a shoulder to lean on. Riggs instead chose to keep up his verbal assault, even though he was already on board entirely with the plan. If The Captain was too weak to lead them, better she be rooted out now than when she could jeopardize their mission.

_{1-Chodura roughly translates to fucker
2-Chodu roughly translates to fuck
3-Ga'and is Corvidaen slang referencing genitalia}

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone
Doing a collab for that sounds like a great idea. Clutter and time constraints would make going back and forth IC hell, I think

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

First I can't talk about fight club, and now I can't even let people know when I'm spanking it? What has this world come to?

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

The Pickers

Riggs

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As Riggs stared down the Captain, he heard the intercom spark to life again rather unexpectedly. "All hands, prepare for phase jump." His pupils shrunk to small dots in the center of his eyes as he began moving, in preparation. As calculated as his gliding steps always were, Riggs shifted position two steps to the left, away from the table, and placed his feet one in front of the other as he leaned forward. When the ship jolted in it's acceleration, Riggs was propelled backwards, spinning with a sort of elegance as he planned. He raised his right arm to catch himself on a cupboard on the wall of the commons room, his spinning momentum causing the cupboard to swing open as he grasped it.

Riggs eyes searched through the cupboard, narrowing until he found what he was looking for. He was glad that he had positioned himself correctly -if he hadn't found what he had been looking for in this cupboard the entire maneuver would've just been awkward. He turned from the cupboard, allowing it to swing shut, emerging with a pure white metal bottle in one hand. As he walked back to his previous position, opening the bottle, he noticed the pilot's entrance to the room, nodding. Riggs curtly returned the nod, before turning back to the Captain. Nine was one of the most respectable he had come to know on the ship so far, not just considering the fact that she was not criminal scum like the rest of the pickers. No, he respected Nine because he saw himself in her -she was one of the few others on the ship who relied not on brute close quarters skill, but rather a special honed prowess of another sort.

As the cap popped off of his bottle, a scent akin to bleach drifted out. Riggs took a deep swig of the cleaning fluid in the bottle, before capping the bottle and resting it again on the table. His eyes once again widened as he looked at the Captain, his mouth resting in the telltale Corvidaen grin. The Captain he still had torn feelings about. Though he had a predisposition to oppose authority and Askel could be abrasive at times, he admired her tenacity at times.

He stumbled back, startled, as the table shifted, and Pax emerged. Riggs' eyes narrowed, and he slid back, subconsciously moving towards the wall near Nine. He embraced the dimmer light happily, his contrasting florescent tattoos standing out even more. As the Trakqian hunched down into a sitting position, Riggs regained his composure, standing straight as he gave a wordless nod to the towering beast of an alien. Riggs was not a fan of wildcards, and the seemingly always drunken Pax certainly fit that bill -at least by his own standards. Rigg's rather versatile eyelids raised up from the bottom and contracted slightly at the sides, a subtle expression known by those close to the Corvidae as a type of smug superiority.

The expression only became more pronounced as he felt an ice cold connection form directly with himself, a familiar feeling. It was quickly followed by an expected hiss of a voice from behind. "No food..." Riggs didn't need to turn around to know that Z was making his entrance. As the heavy footsteps made a plodding course to the corner near the pilot, Riggs moved back once again to his original position. He turned his head briefly, his left eye focusing on the scarred mound of flesh. The hostility Z felt for Riggs was palpable, and not just because his race could feel emotional connections. Nevertheless, Riggs didn't bother addressing the beast -nothing he could say would change the feeling.

Though the Corvidaen had kept a smug look on his face for the most part since his entrance to the room, his expression fell to neutrality, as he listened to Pax speak. "Since I'm not late, why the tchyt are we awake?" He smiled at the crass vulgarity of the alien, akin to his own speech patterns in a sense. His expression changed once more, his spines straightening as he heard a familiar greeting from behind. He turned to face Grick, respectfully bowing his head as he quietly returned the greeting. He turned his attention once again to the rest of the room, still standing.

"I fear I may be to blame for this meeting, Paxyntrotka. I found... well, the Captain will explain." This piqued Riggs curiosity, and he leaned forward to hear what the captain had to say about Grick's peculiar find. His tattoos flared, shifting to new positions as his eyes widened. Before the Captain spoke, he heard another voice entering the room -almost late, it appeared.

"We ready to begin yet?" the voice of Ven could be heard, as he took a seat. A general feeling of apprehension radiated from him into the room. Riggs held back a chuckle -the Veslin's poker face was uncannily effective on most of the crew, but his Corvidaen intuition was not something so easily fooled.

Just as Riggs refocused his attention on the captain, he was rather rudely interrupted one final time. Possibly the last interruption, unless he was forgetting another crewmember (which happened more frequently than he'd like to admit. "Have I forgotten something?" Came the distinctive voice of Cú. Before Riggs fully turned his head, the canine followed with another astute observation, "Shit, I sleep naked." Using his better judgement, Riggs immediately snapped his head to face away from Cú, chuckling out loud this time. "This is what happens when idiocy plays at intellect." Riggs murrmered to himself loudly enough to be heard by Cú, but quiet enough to where it was unlikely for all but the most socially inept to make a scene calling him out on it.

Finally, the Captain spoke, after harshly putting Cú in line. This made Riggs narrow his eyes in a smug happiness. However, the Corvidaen stayed silent throughout the entirety of Aksel's speech, pausing for a minute after she finished to take it all in. This insane plan of hers was at is base, complete subordination and abuse of her power. Snatching away what all the pickers had worked so far. He very much wanted to argue against it, to rally a mutiny. Well, a mutiny that wasn't staged. But deep in his gut, he felt something more compelling -the Council killing off an entire race? The implications alone were staggering. Something urged Riggs to follow his gut feeling, that there was a deep-seated injustice in the Council that made this insanity plausible.

Riggs made up his mind. Taking this path, almost a suicide mission, justice would be served one way or another under his guiding hand. Though he stood for the plan, he said nothing, simply electing to take another swig of cleaning fluid. He needn't voice his support -the Captain had clearly made up her mind on the plan and there would be no dissuasion on that front, and he of all the crew was least suited to bruise up the captain, hell, he'd be lucky to bruise an apple. So he waited, observing, planning, and trying to figure out how the fuck they were going to make this travesty of a plan come together properly.

The Pickers

@Bourgeoisie

Just FYI, you forgot to remove some of the sample text from your CS. Appearance section and History section, possibly others.

The Pickers

@Kassarock
Okay, cool. Thanks for the advice!

The Pickers

So it's actually been a long time since I've actually roleplayed on this site, so I was wondering if you guys could help me out. As far as post order goes, do people wait for an entire rotation like in D&D, or do you just post as frequently as you can within reason?

UNCIVIL WAR

"UNCIVIL WAR"

"A tale of men doing all the wrong things for all the right WRONG reasons."
Theme

-LORE-

LORE

Year 2060 -Humanity sends it's first manned mission out to the Asteroid belt for colonization

Year 2063 -First colony established, contact made between humanity's colony on the asteroid Laertes-23b and the Mars colony.

Year 2063 -Colony on Laertes-23b goes dark, disappearing with no trace.

Year 2067 -Humanity sends scouting mission to investigate disappearance of Laertes-23b colony.

Year 2067 -Unknown spacecraft are seen orbiting both Earth and Mars, hours after the launch of the Laertes scouting mission.

Year 2068 -After a year without offering any communication, the unknown spacecraft sent down what appeared to be alien infantry units, armed to the teeth.

Year 2068 -Alien infantry marches on all major world leaders -humanity responded with force, killing off many of the aliens before the rest disappeared.

Year 2068 -World leaders are quick to declare crisis, and devote resources to eliminating the alien threat, only to find that the alien spacecraft have all vanished from the sky

Year 2168 -100 years after the alien disappearance, the alien spacecraft reappear. Before any retaliation can be had, the aliens are gone once more, leaving humanity with a plague.

Year 2173 -Just three years after the alien plagues arrival, 50% of the earth's population has succumbed, combusting in a plume of bright green flame.

Year 3000 -Humanity has finally recovered from plague losses, forming into three main nations in power, as well as several smaller (rather irrelevant) tribes. First, The Nation of Sisiex, a warlike nation headed by Lord Sisiex-Kaman. Second, the Patriotic Defense League (PDL) -a rebirth of the United States, focused heavily on reinstating patriotic ideals. Finally, the National Party -a communistic society formed in the burning ruins of Russia.

Year 3012 -As The Nation of Sisiex grows in power, they declare war on the PDL, wishing to gain territory and eliminate a threat.

Year 3014 -The PDL retaliates, losing many skirmishes to The Nation of Sisiex's salvaged alien weaponry.

Year 3017 -The NP allies with the Nation of Sisiex and finally subjugates the PDL once and for all.

Year 3025 -Scientists in the Nation of Sisiex begin work replicating the alien plague.

Year 3030 -The Nation of Sisiex tests their reverse-engineered plague to devastating effects -all but eliminating the NP.

Year 3030 -Just hours after releasing the artificial plague, the alien ships arrive once again, releasing infantry units. The Nation of Sisiex responds in force, taking advantage of the aliens surprise.

Year 3160 -Rebellion stirs in The Nation of Sisiex -a group declares themself independant of the tyrannic reign of Lord Sisiex-Kaman III, only to be stomped out by the military might of his army.

Year 3165 -Rebel assassins have brought down Lord Sisiex III -while he is quickly suceeded by his brother who takes on the title Lord Sisiex Kaman IV, this has opened the door for revolution.

Year 3166 -PRESENT DAY

TL;DR, the Nation of Sisiex are assholes ruling the world post-alien apocalypse. Kill them.

-PLOT-

The warlike reign of The Nation of Sisiex has gone on too long. The seeds of revolution have already been planted. Now, it's up to you to take them down. Your characters will be fighting a civil war in a desperate attempt to dethrone Lord Sisiex IV -the ruler of the single most powerful government present on planet earth. You're outgunned, outsmarted, and outnumbered. The odds of success are ridiculously low, the odds of survival are even lower. The stakes? Just high enough to make it all worth it.Gain control of the governments not-so-secret weapon, and whatever is left of Earth will kneel. Total control, fame, power, and a chance to make the world better. For whatever half-baked reason you attempt to justify, honor is most certainly not one. A fight against upwards of a million soldiers armed with alien technology is only won through dirty play and an utter lack of civility. This is where you come in-

-CHARACTERS-

The Uncivil war roots from the military -started by martyrs who attempted to preform high treason against the Lord Sisiex-Kamen IV. While the major players in the rebellion will be rogue military units, the mission is clearly a suicide run for all involved -as such, they would be more than happy to recruit anyone sympathetic to their cause that can hold a gun.

Character Sheet Code

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Skills:[/b]

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]

[b]Equipment:[/b] (General things are expected, just say unique things your character would have outside of the usual military member.)

[b]Backstory:[/b] (Nothing terribly special here. I'll be happy with a minimum of 2 paragraphs)

[b]Vices:[/b] (What made your character fucked up enough to join the rebellion?)

[b]Virtues:[/b] (How does your character justify their involvement in the rebellion?)

This CS is bare minimum, feel free to add anything you feel necessary to the sheet.

Sample sheet

Name:
John 'Big Brother' Johnson

Appearance:


Gender:
Male

Age:
35

Personality:
To sum up his personality in one word, paranoid. John Johnson has never trusted anyone, especially not with his real name. Though he has trouble trusting anyone, he can come close enough to respect someone. Those he respect, he watches out for almost as carefully as he watches out for himself. That being said, along with his paranoia comes with a strong cowardice -he would never put anyone else's life above his own. His jumpiness also makes him rather unreliable, as he has trouble actually thinking while he is busy screaming.

Skills:

• Skilled helicopter pilot
• Eyes like an eagle
• Surprisingly good at multitasking
• His strategizing skills are unmatched when it comes to 'tactical retreats'
  
  Weaknesses:
• Highly paranoid
• Very clumsy
• Poor with weaponry
• Unreliable due to constant fear

Equipment:

• Standard issue comms headset/arm display
• Enhanced optical display -allows for ID of targets at up to 200X magnification
• Standard issue .50 caliber rifle with enhanced scope
• Horus-22X Helicopter -a single passenger craft made for scouting

Backstory:
Born under one of the military's most influential people, John was destined for good things in the military. His father was the commander of the Osiris squad, a personal guard assigned to the ruling Lord. As such, John was raised to be prepared for any and all circumstance -always have a plan to kill anyone in the room. This was beaten into him, quite literally. Parenting skills weren't something you learned in the military, as it turns out.
Over years, John's sanity was worn away by this training. Though he was left as almost a shell of a man, the Lord Sisex-Kaman III couldn't have been any happier with the results. A guard comprised of paranoid people was exactly what he wanted in order to protect himself from the inevitable assassins and rebels who would try to undo his reign. This led to The Lord simply appointing more guards of similar mind to join John. While this might've been smart strategically, it only made John's paranoia worse, enforcing his beliefs.
Over the years, John saved the Lord from many disasters, time after time. Some real, some a product of paranoia. Either way, the Lord was grateful, and soon began to take the counsel of the man. This lead to the other members of the guard being put to death and replaced one-by-one, almost twice over due to a lack of trust. This went on for years, until the Lord was killed by a rebel assassin under the watch of John Johnson.
It was then that John made his transfer to the cause of the rebellion. He considered himself lucky to have not been killed along with the Lord, and he knew that staying involved in the Sisiex military would end only in his execution for failure. So, he sought out the rebellion, and came to them pledging all of the information he had gathered over his years of service to the Lord. Since then, he has worked for the rebellion providing recon and a pair of eyes in the sky.

Vices: John's involvement in the rebellion is entirely due to paranoia. He was one of the guards posted on Lord Sisiex-Kaman III the day of his assasssination, and on that day was entirely convinced that the rebellion would win. As such, he made haste to get on the winning side in order to save himself.

Virtues: John claim's that he isn't paranoid -simply prepared. He believes that in 'being prepared', he can change the course of world growth, and make something better than the Nation of Sisiex.

-THE WORLD-

THE NATION OF SISIEX The country you live in, a warlike nation known for it's tendency to stomp on any and all who get in the way. It lies in what was once known as Egypt, in the Old World. A massive military threat, the country is bordered by massive walls designed to keep out any of the straggling tribes. The nation is highly monarchistic, taking all direction from the commander of the army, Lord Sisiex-Kaman IV. Anyone who isn't working in the military is likely working in one of the many factories that prepares the supplies for the military.

LORD SISIEX-KAMAN IV Sucessor of the previous three of the Sisiex-Kaman family. Inbred as a sandwich, and just as reasonable. His bloodthirst outweighs that of the previous three rulers put together, and he is dead set on protecting both his rule on the throne, and his nations power.

THE ARMY OF SISIEX Massive, taking up about 25% of the nations population. While much of the army is armed with heavy ballistic weaponry -classic designs reclaimed from Old World documents, higher ranking officials in the army have technology made from alien design. This technology ranges anywhere from smaller mobile sidearms to massive minigun-like weapons, all with a common motif -the alien technology takes in high amounts of nitrogen (usually from the atmosphere, though units are known to carry around nitrogen tanks to speed up the process) and convert it to deadly green flame -on contact, this flame turns flesh into a glassy substance that never seems to stop burning. Strangely enough, these weapons seem to have no effect when targeting anything but living creatures.

THE REBELLION Lead by a mysterious figure known as 'The Martyr' to all, the rebellion only still exists because it is small enough to stay hidden. Their influence is small, simply controlled attack on cargo shipments before they pull back to hide away. They're known to most as Red Heads, due to the blatant red stripes they wear on their helmets in order to differentiate themselves from the actual military.

-RULES-

• GM is god. My word is law.
• General RP rules -no godmodding, Mary Sues, metagaming, etc.
• All's fair in love and war. It could get gory, and all around fucked up.
• That being said, try to keep romance to a minimum. This is war, people, not the Hunger Games. (If you absolutely must, keep it PG-13 or fade to black. But don't.)
• Death is absolutely an option. Bad ideas and strategies will be punished. If you like, you can always make a new character.
• Try your best to keep up with a high-casual standard of posting. 2 paragraphs bare-minimum. Also, double posting is a no-no. Not sure if that's already common knowledge here?
• Communication is key. Want to start a fight with another player? Great! Talk to them first. Want to kill another player? Great! Talk to them first. Get the idea?
• Don't post characters in the character tab until approved by me.
• Remember how rule 1 says that my word is law? My first word is HAVE FUN.

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I think that's everything. Let me know if there's any questions, or anything you think is missing.