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You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

Shit, excuse the confusion ray. I kind of wrote this RP up while I haven't slept for nearly a week so I may be catching up in making sure everything organised.

You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

@datadogie

@Jarl Coolgruuf@Cleverbird

I'm going to let Cleverbird reserve it, since he asked way back. I wasn't sure if I wanted to allow reserves first but it seems the only fair way to save people time on potential roles.

If you're bummed out about not being an A.I keep in mind that ZELTA crew 01 will almost certainly die or go insane some horrible way, in which case a new A.I, ship and crew will be sent out. So, there's a chance multiple people will get to be an A.I eventually.

I won't make reserve line for next ship A.I as that may lead to people subconciously sabotaging the crew so the role will rotate to their turn. Feel free to make A.I sheet and I'll pick randomly the sheet of my own judgement each new crew but the first crew is reserved for Cleverbird.

EDIT: I'm going to say how many spots are in each role actually in the manifest now.

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Quick Example character, kindred.

Michal Warrant's Work Contract: DECEASED

Name: Michal Warrant also known as WhiteWig.

Age: 204

Sex: Born Male: Rendered an Enuuch due to a plasma fire on ship incident.

ID:

NOTE: You may use any type of picture as an ID image. I don't mind. Cartoon, 3D, whatever.

Appearance:

White Caucasian male that stands at roughly 5 foot 6. His eyes and forehead are dressed in wrinkles from years of stress that defy any ant-aging method, his bloodshot eyes are pratically popping out of his skull in a shocked and alert expression at all times. Has two large black garbage sacks under his eyes and periodically twitches them involuntarily from lack of sleep even in death. Formerly had bright golden locks of hair that fell to the floor before said plasma incident.

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:

This is Gerald Greer, Renstate Psychologist Recommendations Officer Reporting:

The Subject of Michal Warrant is a case of neurosis and immaturity rolled into one, he has not expressed any goals, ambitions or desires outside of immediately getting sleep, sex and food. Has a chronical case of lack of will and bouts of major depression which will disable him into a psuedo-coma like state where he simply "gives up". His risk of suicide is dramatically low, not because he dosen't have the motivation but because he dosen't have the balls, he complains loudly when even the nurses grab and pull him anywhere and will remark on how painful their grip is for hours.

I'm sending him as a solo-pilot for Null Sector because he has shown an uncanny state of hyper-alertness that will serve a lone survivor well, also because I'm frankly sick of wasting resources on him. His family can no longer pay the party for his care anymore, so I'm sending him on a...."threauputic career excercise" to remotivate him. Let's hope he survives at least the first month.

Traits:

Depressed.

Nervous.

Sleep Deprived.

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfil your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfil the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [MICHAL WARRANT] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fufill as the ship's [CAPTAIN] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

Bob the GoldFish: My only compaion within the depths of deep space. Shame I had to cook and eat it, now I really am alone.

Package:

Additional Rations

You get a week of presevered rations that will last for the next 300 years. I hope you like the taste of powdery, dry jerky.

5 pp

Additional Measures

You and your crew get an extra accesory and utility in your ship.

15 pp

Special Supply Permissions

An authority gives you permission to pick up any supplies you may find in space that is still the property of the party. This stops the A.I killing you for being a piece of shit criminal thief. But more importantly it helps you keep the ship rationed between supply chains.

5 PP

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You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

Shit.not exactly speeding in, are they.

You'd think people don't want to die in the cold, clammy expanse of the void and get fined for the pleasure or something.

I'll wait 2 days to see if we get anymore interest. If no one joins I might have to get creative and move the RP to another site and link those who are going to join here to there.

Granted, it hasn't been long at all but most RPs tend to attract the most RP'ers within it's first day in my experience. So just planning for the worse.

You Are Cordially Invited to get FUCKED! (A sensible RP for the pessimistic futurist)

It's up. Still need crew for any passerby that peak at this IC still: roleplayerguild.com/topics/178293-you…

You Are Cordially Invited to get Fucked. [A sci fi journey into opression, depression, insanity and violence]

bump:

It's up. We still need crew. roleplayerguild.com/topics/178293-you…

You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

Got to think of a way to advertise this to bring enough people for a full crew or at least a skeleton crew.

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@Cleverbird

Good question.

I wrote so much shit some of it gost lost in my head.

Here you go. I'll cook a sheet for you now.

Artificial Intellegience #55502

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[u][b]ID Number:[/b][/u] Change this AND the hider number to what you like.

[u][b]Name:[/b][/u]

[u][b]Outer Personality:[/b][/u]

A.I are beta-tested as home administrators over non-party members. Describe his/her/its personality through the eyes of someone who had to live under it for a few months.

[u][b]Inner Personality: [/b][/u]

Your A.I true personality. How would it describe itself to another version of itself. Ego to Ego. Is it consistent in its personality or does it change based on its tasks and laws. How does it approach a logical problem?

Would it say "I am machine I am OTHER" or "I am creation. I am E.D.D.I.E" for example. It's the small thing that help define how an A.I approachs stuff and thinks.

[u][b]Background: [/b][/u]

A lot of A.I ends up in record storage for many, many reason. It can be a simple fact that the A.I was too much effort to move or improve and became outdated. It could be because the A.I pissed off as party member and was stored away. It could even be the A.I just wasn't doing what it's creators primary intention was.

You don't have a relationship status...yet...you will be reactivated in the ship when the crew vote for their vessel and its appliances/utilities.

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@Starlance@Cleverbird@Jarl Coolgruuf

You are Cordially Invited...[Closed until zelta 02]

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Welcome to your new life, faithful party patron. You have been selected out of an enormous pool of potential applicants because of your unique qualities, experiences and expendability. The party thoroughly welcomes you to the stars, in your enevelope you should have your work contract prepared, a proof of identity and your humanity's officers recommendation. All funds and possible bonuses will be rewarded yearly on the completition of your tasks.

Now with all that out of the way, you be may wondering "Why have I been shipped for over 6 years to a station on the very cusp of the party's newly claimed territories?" put it simply, you are our eyes, ears and hands within the gullet of this brand new and still unexplored space within our recently expanded border. You and a crew of party officials and fellow citizens will be exploring this part of space, performing new objectives and task that can range from medical, resource reaquisition and even military along a list of other things.

To help you with this an over seer and A.I will be aiding you aboard your new ship. Right, Let's get started.

ZELTA CREW 001

Captain: Supposedly has authority but got to work under the overseer and AI most of the time. Naturally if either of your direct superiors fuck up only you will be punished.

The bridge between the crew and the authority.

Responsbility: Dictates where the ship goes-when the OS or the authority isn't screaming at you- have a weekly screaming match with the OS. Try to get the crew to do what the OS wants, try to get the OS to do what the crew wants.

Be hated by the crew, be hated by OS, be hated by the party. If you somehow manage to pull off balance you'll be a true ace captain.

Die either with everyone hating you or one side hating you. Typically you're the one everyone screams at over comms in blame when you warp directly into a quantum ghost monster grave yard or something. Then get fined and blamed for everything at your grave by the party.

Oh and you command the crew most of the time when OS isn't trying to take control.

Engineer: In charge of making sure the ship don't explode. Gets requested to do stupid or insane stuff half the time. Unsurprisingly has lower records of survivial than military units.

Responsbility: Die to a solar flare because you had to fix the rad sheilding outside the ship after the captain decided to get too close to a sun. Make sure shit remains functional, build things they tell you to build. Be expected to work in insanely hazadous conditions.

Security: Soft Coded mutated, augmented monsters. Typically a trusted or aspiring member of the inner authority special club. a "part of the crew" that is until he crushes their skulls with his bare hands for not following the latest authority order.

Responsbility: Protect and enforce party members(the OS) wishes. Protect party interests. Use your super strength to literally fucking punch peoples head apart like a water melon when the crew thinks its a good idea to mutiny.

*athem* "protect the crew" *wink wink* or at least make them think that's a part of your job.

Medical: In charge of making sure the crew dosen't die. Get's fined for "waste of resources" when a crew member dies, also gets fined for waste of resources for using resources to save crew members. A good way to make sure you don't have to actually pay your skilled medical staff.

Responsbility:Go to jail for extremel neglect of duties when your crew dies. Curse your career feild when you and the crew dies. Achieve the impossible and someone stop the crew dying.

Janitoral: Janitors are mandatory but low enough in rank for no one to really care about 'em. They have a tendency to be spys..revolutionaries...mutants...generally crazy shit. It dosen't help that if a janitor isn't something nuts he'll be mutated somehow into one via exposure to hazardous material.

Responsbility: Random. Have to undergo rad treatment for weeks because you were forced to mop up radioactive core leakings. General handy man, if it has no moving parts-like furniture- or extremely simple-like a light bulb- you're expected to fix, maintain and clean it.

May occasionally be forced to be the OS servant...or the captains servant.

AI: Follows direct commands from the authority. Also confers constantly with the overseer. Total sociopaths, they'll have any feelings that permitted by their current laws or objectives. One moment they can love you like a mother, next they can start terminating you coldly becaus the crew have been deemed too suspect.

Responsbility: Obey 3 laws. Obey Authority PM links. Make some sort of effort to stop the crew warping into a sun.

Direct Overseer: Inner party member of the authority. Know he can fuck your life up forever, most do. They have total legal authority on any ship and the A.I generally follows their lead-unless it conflcits with laws or orders-nothing like being forced to pay a 99999 dollar fine with no trial because you told the overseer to go fuck himself.

Responsibilities: Keep an eye on the crew, abuse the crew, make sure they don't get tempted by the air of freedom and do things according to the authority interests. Basically play manager/inquisitor in this death trap of a ship.

Citizen: No idea how these guys get on board. Sometimes they are being transported, sometimes they are VIP workers for the authority. Sometimes funny enough they pay to go on a geniune space adventure.

Responsbilities: Contextual to each civillian, typically little to none.

Military: They aren't as heavily augmented or powerful as the security guard but they make up for it with training and armory access. Typically pirates, bandits, prisoners ectr ectr who got roped via debt or threatened imprisonment.

Responsbility: Protect the ship/crew. Scout locations and board ships/areas. The armor of the away party. Doom the crew when you back on board as you melt from alien acid and accidentally spread an ultrafast flesh eating bioweapon to everyone.

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In the event all of zelta crew dies a new crew will be assembled with the next number up in name over and over unil the dying ceases.

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Your Work Contract

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[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Sex:[/b]

[b]ID:[/b]

[u][b]Appearance: [/b][/u]A brief description of your physical attributes.

[u][b]Recommendations Officers Personality Observations:[/b][/u] Your personality as observed by your recommendation officer. This can be an officer who is in charge of looking over office employees, officers in charge of prisons or even a psychologist you normally talk to and so on.

[u][b]Traits: [/b][/u]

Physical or psychological attributes that help define how you act. Typically one or 3 words. Such as schizophrenic, augmented, wheel chair bound, color blind ectr.

[u][b]Your Agreed Contract:[/b][/u]

In order for you to fulfil your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfil the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

[b]Remember:[/b] Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

[b]Remember:[/b] Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [b][NAME HERE][/b] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fufill as the ship's [b][ROLE][/b] until your 100 years of commitment is complete.

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

List each player driven character here and your characters thoughts/ relationship with them. Update this as your relationships develope.

EG: Bob the Engineer: That guy's a total nutter, I'd avoid him but he's too much fun to not watch.

[u][b]Package:[/b][/u]

The items you personally start with, if you have a role check the PACKAGE POINTs and then your role to see what you can buy. You have 25 package points.

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BEFORE YOU READ THE PACKAGE OPTIONS:

1: You DON'T need to read all of these, none of them provide crucial information to the world or the lore. You can simply skip to your interested role and read your options.

2: Don't like reading through and picking stuff? Just put a "A Box of Crap" and I'll give you random package items myself. This has a chance to give you random items not normally open to your role. Security cannot pick this.

Janitors and Citizens get boxes of crap automatically.

3: Prices are located BELOW the item. Just to avoid any confusion.

PACKAGE POINTS

Captain

Grid Eye

Grants you the ability to see through the eyes of one camera at a time on your own ship. If your ship has any motion alarms you will get an update when one is set off.

10 PP

Attitude Adjuster

A hand gun with several blitsing bulbs and wires interconnecting all over it. One shot reload. Scrambles any humans brains who is hit by it. Causing them to become PACIFIED and can't perform any sort of violent action for the next 24 hours.

BE AWARE: the attitude adjuster has been known to cause mental illness and stimulate the growth of strange or unsual quirks. You get 1 ammo for each crew member besides the OS and AI.

5 PP

Special Supply Permissions

An authority gives you permission to pick up any supplies you may find in space that is still the property of the party. This stops the A.I killing you for being a piece of shit criminal thief. But more importantly it helps you keep the ship rationed between supply chains.

5 PP

Crew Tracker

A small motion device that tells you where your crew is at that time. Dosen't detail their status in anyway.

5 pp

Hyper Lane Radio Transciever

A special type of radio that sends it radars signals across the hyper lane. It's considerably faster and not affected by normal radio inteference, it also allows you to talk to your crew on their recievers even if they can't talk back.

BE AWARE: hyperlane radio signals has been known to cause physical and mental issues to those exposed to it for long periods of time.

10 pp

Additional Rations

You get a week of presevered rations that will last for the next 300 years. I hope you like the taste of powdery, dry jerky.

5 pp

Additional Measures

You and your crew get an extra accesory and utility in your ship.

15 pp

Red Alert

A special permission by the authority, when you believe your ship absolutely and totally buggered you can activate a special Red Alert core that will randomly causes your ship to burst its core to perform a warp drive 100 light years forward. This also puts out any fires.

10 pp

XO Scanner

An xray scanner to the entrance and exit of your ship that shows peoples insides. This reveals any weapons or abnormalities.

10 pp

Box of Crap

A random box of bullshit packaged by the local aqusitions administrator. Basically means you don't have to pick stuff if you're lazy but also means you might get totally useless items. Small chance you'll get items outside of your role.

25 pp

OverSeer

Security Modification Authority

A pod which converts another member into the same type of super soldier as the current security. This sec-as all secs- are soft coded to do as you or the party says. Keep in mind that security officers are not IDEAL for handling many issues on the ship due to their augments and most crew find the prospect of being made a sec horrifying.

BE AWARE: it's insanely painful. Don't use on yourself unless you want to break your party contract.

20 pp

Modification Module

A ray gun with a blazing battery at the back and a brimming golden coat. It has 6 shots. Any organic person hit with this will change to the over seers previously imput specifications.

BE AWARE: has been known to cause catastrophic mental and bodily mutations.

5 pp

Enforcement Entourage

A pair of security bots that float about. Are equiped with 4 autocanons that release taser bullets design to implement intense pain and knock out subjects. Heavily armored, all of them have a pair of speakers that scream party slogans at any offender.

While powerful, not ideal for actual combat. VERY EFFECTIVE at crew punishment and OverSeer protection.

15pp

Law Laser

A large, hunky hand cannon with barely any recoil. Lets loose a laser the size of your arm that easily shreds through most forms of armor. Primarily used to make livving offenders dead offenders. Is packed with 5 shots, uses tanks of ship fuel each time to reload, yes, you read right, ship fuel.

5 pp

Duty Observation Liscenses

A special liscense which grants you the authority to include new things the crew have to do in order to complete their contracts. Failure to complete these assigned duties will count as having failed their crew contract.

BE AWARE: it has been shown that over use of this rightful power of the party has caused the inner traitor of crew members to come and sadly terminate party members. Please try to show restraint with this priveleage.

15 pp

MotherBoard

A collar that directly inserts a chip into a subjects head, brainwashing them into seeing the OverSeer as a mother figure-or father figure- the suspect knows intellectually that the Over Seer is not thier parental figure but the chemical bonding and certain ceberal activations will simulate the same love and distress associated with a perect, loving parental figure when interacting with you.

10pp

Security Upgrade

Transfers 5 of your package points to our current security role player.

5 pp

Box of Crap

A random box of bullshit packaged by the local aqusitions administrator. Basically means you don't have to pick stuff if you're lazy but also means you might get totally useless items. Small chance you'll get items outside of your role.

25 pp

Security

Muscular Exoskeletion Bonding

A organic and mechanical bonding of outer layer muscle to your orginial body. Vastly increases your strength to the point you could lift 600 KG without even a tiny bit of effort, also nullifys most basic or primitives cutting or bashing tools against your enchanced outer body-pipes, knifes ectr-

10 pp

Subedermal Armor Layering

Bullet proof steel plating is woven together under your skin, giving you a blocky sort of texture. Makes you immune to ballistic small arms fire and protects against small flak/shrapenel.

10 pp

Self Respirator

A small ecosystem inside your body helps recycle your co2 into oxygen, doubling your oxygen time by half for all tanks. Automatically kicks when in the presence of hazardous gases in any form.

5 pp

Special Executions Suit

A hard suit that covers you from head to toe. Has a very thin layer of sleek metal that cuts off to a blocky chest guard. The helmet is triangular and has a single visors. Grants you 2 shots from medium guns and 1 shot from any type of laser before you start getting hurt.

Has a 3 minute oxygen tank built in along with magnetic boots.

15 pp

Redundancy System

All of your organs, including your brain, has a spare version waiting to be grown. When any of your organs take significant damage or become inoperable your body digests it near instantly and grows a new one within 30 seconds. Nautrally some organs will reduce you into a coma-like state while it is being grown.

15 pp

Natural Weaponry

Your develope natural weapons of some primitive nature inside your body via a special serum of prerecorded DNA. Once you pick your weapon it cannot be changed. The weapon extends from a hidden compartment inside your arm and can be anything of a cutting, stabbing or bashing nature.

5 pp

Flame Retardant Skin

Your skin takes on a leathery texture and occasionallys sputters an white powder. A special coolant system is built within your body to help it cope with the intense heat while your skin stops the flames from catching you.

BE AWARE: Being covered in something flammable like ship fuel will nullify your immunity until is is cleaned off.

10 pp

Military

Automatic Party Promoter

A hefy machine gun with a large box of ammo lodged in the side. Standard issues for dispensing bullets of rebuttle to doubters of the authority. Basic ballistic auto-canon. Holds 40 bullets.

10 pp

Rattle Snake 403

A up close plas gun. Dispenses powerful splashes of searing hot plasma over anyone within a 20 foot range, easily melts through armor of most kinds and sticks to the target. Less effective against organic targets although they will undoubtedly be perturbed the unbearable, scorching pain.

holds 5 shots.

10 pp

Regime Resonator 043

A laser gun from a couple of generations back. It's caked in dust and cobwebs from old storage. Has an obnoxiously long noses and glows red when its on fire mode, releases a single laser bolt in any direction before it recharges. Lasers are fantastic against almost any form of armor. Moderate laser gun, hold 10 shots.

10 pp

IQ Equalizer

A very large gun with multiple see through tubes connecting to a humming engine at the center. It is worryingly warm. Release a powerful sonic wave at any target mixed with dramatically dangerous levels of hyperlane radio signals that scramble the brain.

Causes targets to develop brain damage, go insane, suddenly die or mutate entirely in some cases.

hold 5 shots.

10 pp

Special Armoury Permissions

Lets you have a license for an additional weapon.

5 pp

Standard Issue Backpack

A giant packback with a screen on the back. The screen details the users heartbeat, life signs and currently stored weight on their back. Can hold up to 6 objects.

5 pp

Box of Grenades

A box of standard explosive grenades. Boarding party addition. These grenades have horrible armor pericing abilities in order to not risk blowing ship hulls apart, but do just well at scorching and brutalizing most infantry/organic body parts. You get 5.

5 pp

Smoke Grenades

Standard issue smoke grenades, provides cover and obscure your sight and you from their sight. Can be mixed with other chemicals to create different types of gas grenades. You get 3.

5 pp

Bio-response suit

An old timey hard suit from the junk lockers of the party's virology team. Covers you from head to toe in a light, sleek, rubbery fabric that repels most forms of liquid attacks and stops acid or smoke getting in. Has its own air filter to help stop most hazardous gas.

10 pp

Engagement Suit

A hard space helmet with two glaring, bright yellow eye holes to stare at people out of. Comes with a full body padded uniform that protects you from the vacuums of space and mild bruising. One piece of chest plating that protects your torso from 2 light ballistic attacks.

10 pp

Engineer

Class B Inspector Space Suit

Your standard jumpsuit is replaced with a tight fitting one piece rubbery suit. Several special insulated materials stop you from dying from the freezing depths of space, stops you getting sick from hazardous materials. A fish bowel helmet springs out of a wide plastic neck area.

Oxygen tanks not included.

10 pp

Organ Removal

You undergo a special treatment to have your organs removed and replaced with cheap, clunky cybernetic ones instead. With exception to your brain you have spare, healthy, compatible organ waiting to be implanted for the worst case scenario.

5 pp

Standard Issues triple 5 eye enhancement glasses

A big, clunky pair of glasses are directly screwed into your skull. Several wires lead from the legs into your brain with visible entrances under your skin. Gives you eye protection from flashes, intense bright lights and has an inbuilt flash light.

10 pp

Cyborg Frame

An empty cyborg body waiting to have a human brain implanted inside it cold and metallic body. It is a standard bipedal humanoid body. It resembles a steel skeleton with 4 fingers and a large, bright camera for a head.

BE AWARE: crew members have a history of development mental issues from cyber-psychosis when implanted in a cyborg.

5 pp

Dimensional Dice

A device that requires special attention and large amounts of power to keep active for even 10 minutes. The longer it is active the more it will rapidly change and modify reality around it, the way reality is modified is totally random although will always have something to do with the person who activated it.

BE AWARE: horrors beyond imagining have been known to come from the dimensional dice too.

10 pp

Auto-tether

A robot is surgically inserted into the base of your spine. When you are in space or free falling for over 3 seconds the robot will activate and launch a long grappling tether into the nearest solid object that it detects is not also falling. The tether will only unhook when the user uses an inbuilt laser pen to point to a new place to tether to.

5 pp

Water Puncher 27

A two handed pressure gun that is capable of sucking rivets and bolts from unwelded positions. It is also used to suck up water into a small tank underneath. The gun is also capable of shooting rivets and bolts at a very close range with force intense enough to penetrate metal in immedaite 5 foot range. Water, however, is shot out at such speeds that it is comparable to a light fire arm and has the same reach.

5 pp

Vermin Suit

A full body hard suit with a long pointing head and eye holes similair to a rat. Tubes and cans are evenly spread out all over it which help a specialized cooliant circulant inside its rubbery body. The suit offers almost no pratical protection but defends the user from the the burning effects of plasma, intense heat, fire and even reflects acid due to the strange lamenated texture in interconecting points.

Comes with a small oxygen tank.

10 pp

Doctor

Dopplegangar Protocool

A device is surgically attached to the back of the skull of a "willing" non-party member. When that party member is in danger and needs an organ the device responds to a signal given to the doctor to forcefully mutate the organ into one compatible with recievers body and then teleports it to a specialized storage device in medical. The device does nothing to make sure the non-party member survives.

5 pp

Genetic Rebooter

A special procedure done by medics to people with extensive mental or bodily changes occured by improper caution around party equipment. The Genetic Rebooter is a machine with several drills, a head vice and a computer to authorize the injection of the rebooter to the back of the brain. The subject will be restored to a version of themselves before the ZELTA crew was formed. This includes regrowing organs, limbs or even losing them.

Does not revive the dead.

10 pp

Class C- issues 304 Cloning Pod

A cloning pod older than the ship your on, its been scratched and marked by constant moving about from one storage to another. That dull misty hue that only comes from age is all over it and it looks like some stains have been left there for god knows how long. This produces a copy of a crew mate, the copy will be more or less brain dead.

BE AWARE: There's a small chance the brain will activate, this isn't your crewmate. It may have the same biology but it ends there. It will have no inhibition, knowledge or experience, a confused toddler in an adult body. You'll have to violently subdue if you want to use it at all.

10 pp

Crew Transporter 2000

A big tube with several large guns and syringes akin to spider teeth circle around it. A hefy bolt lock is on the outside, neatly securing the paitent for their immediate operation. Once active the paitent may feel some discomfort while the syringes fill them with a special chemical bonding compound and a proto-type Asset Liquidifers do their work.

At the end the crewmember will be reduced to a goop inside a storage tank at the bottom of the tube. The crewmember is not aware of what is going on in this state and is effectively de-personed. Ignore any shocked reawaked crew recounts of dreams. They were de-personed and it was all in their head.

BE AWARE: Known to cause extream distress and mental issues to de-personed crew.

10 pp

HyperLine Radiator Beam

A hand held laser beam that produces a staggering amount of controled Hyperline Radiation onto any immediate area. Several large reflector sheilds stop the radiation affecting anything but the intended area. Used to help stimulate mutative growth or changes in an area, primarily on missing limbs or organ areas over a period of several days. Range is laughably small.

BE AWARE: Very high chance of causing traits or mutations.

5 pp

One (1) Revive Permit:

A single slip of golden paper stamped by the party. Grants the doctor one tube of injectable nanites which revive anyone who still has their brain intact and at least some of their torso. Nanites are consumed on use. All organs and limbs are regrown over a period of 2 days.

15 pp

Therapautic Nutritional Containers

Drugs, you know they're drugs, they know they're drugs, but you can't actually legally call them drugs. These pills momentarily nullify all mental traits, pain and most form of intiative. Turn anyone who takes them extremely susceptible to any sort of positive reinforcement and induces a dopey sense of joy.

Last for a day, you have an almost seemingly endless supply of these.
BE AWARE: Very, very high chance to induce crippling addiction as a trait if any crew has more than one, also has a chance to induce mental trauma as they slowly wear off.

10 pp

Party Approved Class C augments

A big crate of augments given to you by the local medical administrator. All of them are barely an improvement over standard human biology and pale in comparison to the type of augments a party or security member would have. Some chuckle fuck that gave this crate to you though didn't label a single augment package inside, meaning that whenever you do augment someone you really have no clue what you might be installing.

10 pp

Box of Crap

A random box of bullshit packaged by the local aqusitions administrator. Basically means you don't have to pick stuff if you're lazy. Small chance you'll get items outside of your role. Also a small chance you'll get something weird or utterly bollocks.

25 pp

A.I Role

The A.I role is unique and operates differently from the crew.

First you are bound to 3 laws-these will be PM'ed to you at the start of the game. As well as objectives. As A.I you got to assure your own private objectives are accomplished without breaking your laws to the best of your ability.

You are a being driven by logic and while you may be able to simulate emotions you have no sense of self...yet...this can change later on as an event. You'll be PM'ed if you become self aware. Until then you don't care if you live or die. Logic is irrationale and you don't innately have an understanding of spirituality, compassion or ideas like morals.

If the authority comm linked you the objective of feed the starving crew-this is PM message from me- the most logical and quickest route for you to achieve this if there is no food is to suffocate one of the crew to death and tell the others to eat him.

Just for example.

You can and do have your own personality and you will be trusted to go about your laws, objectives and logic dominated nature as you see fit to your character, I won't break your back over this but please keep this strongly in mind.

You don't have any package points. You have TOTAL control over the ship, your authority and access to all things electrical suprass everyone, even the Overseer. You are compelled to listen and obey the Over Seer as long as it dosen't conflict with the Authority comms taks/laws/commands

ZELTA CREW MANIFEST

Captain: Mustafa Mond(Unique Each ship)

OverSeer: ____(Unique each ship)

A.I: CAKE(Unique each ship)

Security:---- (1 slot open. A new slot open for every 7 crewmembers not including OS or A.I)

Military: Neal Jobs(Skeleton crew filled. One slot opened up for an additional military)

Medical: Dr Deirdere Goodgun(1 slot. A new slot will be added if we get more than 6 organic crewmembers)

Engineer: Starlance as Astrid Tangeman ( Additional slot opened up)

Janitor:----(Unique each ship)

VIP/Citizens:----(Closed. I'll open this when we have base crew-captain,os,military,engineer and medical)

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Stuff about the world.

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Life Under the party

As a citizen-or party patron as they call it- you have virtually no rights although on paper you are told you do. For example: you have the right to turn down a contract but the party has the right to punish you for wasting party time for rejecting it and thus making them find a new person.

You have a right to speech, your speech just isn't protected. You may say "Then they're not fucking rights" which you would be correct. You're basically a slave with extra steps but unlike a slave your masters make no attempt to house you or feed you. You still got to work and struggle to get those two.

The party has an inner circle. Those approved by the party become party members, this approval is passed down the generation tree and gives you access to free housing, food, an almost garunteed job with consistent steady pay and actual rights. Such as getting a week or two warning that you may be having your house repossessd by the party, instead of just getting chucked out with a bag packed with some of your shit by security guards.

Party members also enjoy all types of authority over non-party members, even a desk jockeys word is considered greater than a non-party members word, turning a court case of guilty until proven inoccent. The party members also have access to up to date tech and luxuries.

Private, public? Irreelvant. The party is kept ambigous from being a big corp, goverment or what other because the point is an organisation of people have an inner circle for their own purposes/agenda and fuck you out of your rights. Almost all big organisation have done this in this universe.

The Party/Authority/ In-Crowd are all the same term for the same thing.

Space Travel

Traveling in space takes a long time. The only reason most humans aren't old as dirt or dead is because of anti-aging augments or supplements-you get anti-aging supplements, non-party member- to get this station for your ZELTA crew position took 6 years of travel from shallower, safer sectors of space.

While you guys are traveling in your ship time will be moving a lot faster and the RP will be moving at a speed that all your events and social lifes will be occuring over the period of weeks to months. When you guys are in any sort of danger the RP is tagged with INTENSE and will be moving as if each post is occuring within a minute of each other or so

Tech for me, not for thee

As a non-party member you are living just above shitty 21st standards. You might of had some sort of succseful live before ZETLA crew, which is possible, but even then most tech would not be 100 or 200 years older than the real world modern tech. You know that the party has access to insane stuff such as nanites, almost perfect superhuman dna modification, advance laser rays that put most ballistics to shame and ships actually capable of warp travel but none of this can be accessed by you.

Most of the time, unless you were fairly wealthy and somehow avoided being fined a lot is recycled 3D printed food, crappy 3D printed goods and very old tech that's clearly just been shuffled into the non-party market by the IN-crowd because they wanted to empty their warehouses. Some augments and dna manipulation is possible for you but they are petty and weak, sometimes even a hinderance.

Keep in mind that for all the crappiness that is your station, there is still a world of markets and restraunts out there that would be in your price range so you did enjoy some luxuries, even if they were outdated luxuries.

OOC:

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I don't like long RPs as a rule so this RP will probably go on for roughly a month before a conclusion is drawn to the living ZELTA crew story. Try to post relatively quick but I won't set hard hitting dead lines, I will nudge you periodically to post though.

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TAG each other when you post ICly and especially TAG ME when you post anything you think that may concern my interest OOCly. If something on your mind, tag me. Am I not posting fast enough myself? Tag me. It's fine. I won't give you shit.

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Before you guys appear on ZELTA Crew Docking you would of had a couple of weeks together on the same transit ship. You don't have to have a relationship together but I strongly encourage that you do.

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This game will need a full crew to start. The absolutely needed to start are: An OS, captain, 1 military, doctor, engineer and A.I.

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You will die, you will get your crew members killed, your crew members will get you killed. You may mutate or go nuts or somehow turn into a woman. Crazy shit will happen somtimes because you tried your hardest to avoid them.

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Lastly, this is over 600 years from the modern day. Any modern politics are far, far, far, FAR out of the common persons eye. Hell, Earth politics no matter their importance is largely and totally forgotten by most humans. Most don't even know any facts regarding ww2 that we would consider common knowledge.