Skythikon

Space Station Starting.

O_O I thought someone was RP-ing a cargo person? Dammit. If no one minds, I can edit my post to have my character open/have someone open the crate.

Space Station Starting.

Human trafficking could be something. I could work that in into the eventual conflict between your character and mine (At least, one I foresee). I'm having Glen be just a supporting character and someone to balance out the 'I'll shoot it till I get answers' attitude Kezal tends to have towards most things. XD

Getting someone else in would be good as well, though it will be up to them.

Space Station Starting.

Sorry. ><''

If I may suggest something, perhaps after the box is opened, my character is alerted and he brings your character to someone who knows robots? Or something like that.

Space Station Starting.

"...And then after I open up the damn panel, what do I find? Nothing."

Kezal finished his rant by throwing a pen onto his desk, much to the amusement of his partner, seated behind a similar desk opposite him. Their office was small and cramped, even by the standards of Station 13's security division. There was just enough space for their desks, a few filing cabinets and a small lane between their desks to allow them to move. Despite the small space, the office was crammed with stacks of papers, folders, most of them on the desks of the two officers. Kezal even had a rifle leaning against the wall beside his chair, and a sword hung up on the wall behind him. On the other side, his colleague had several old, pin-up posters pasted on the wall behind him and oddly, a baseball bat leaning against the wall beside his chair.

"What'd I tell you, Kez? This job pays well, but we have to deal with eejits on a daily basis." Kezal's colleague said and sat up straight in his seat. The name plate on his desk identified him as sergeant Glen Doohan, though the two of them knew that the rank meant nothing within the security division. Outside, however, it did give them some authority over civilians.

Kezal scowled despite knowing that his face was hidden behind the full-face helmet he wore. He had been allowed to keep the armour he had worn during his days in the Sera'Shuun military after he had been discharged. Since every Sera'Shuun citizen was expected to return to duty in the event of a war, it made sense to have every citizen keep the suit of armour they had been issued during their compulsory service. Also, most armour suits were customized to show a soldier's clan and tribal loyalties. Kezal's suit was painted the deep blue hue of the Sikal'Shuun and adorned with the pristine white stripes of his family's clan.

"I know," Kezal said with a sigh. "But it rattles my plates after a while."

"Rattles your what now?" Glen asked with a smirk. Neither of them were paying even the slightest attention to what the Station AI had to say. It rarely informed them of anything useful, anyway.

"Gets on my nerves," Kezal corrected himself. He had only been working with humans for a few weeks and was still getting used to their phrases and mannerisms. The translator did a good enough job of making him understood, but sometimes it translated things a little too literally. "I swear to my ancestors, if the we get another call regarding-"

He never got a chance to complete his sentence, as the box-shaped device on his desk suddenly rang, as if on cue. Kezal and Glen looked at each other for a moment. Glen arched his brow and Kezal sighed as he reached forward and pressed a button on the box, channeling the call directly to his helmet's communication system. "Good morning, Station 13 security division. Sergeant Vazarik'Sikalaz speaking. How may I help?" He paused as he listened to the lady's complaint. "Noises behind the walls? I see. Please hold for a moment while I check with our maintenance crew to see if there are any schedules maintenance activities in your area. Thank you."

He pressed the same button on the box, leaned back and placed his feet on the desk. "Aren't you going to respond?" Glen asked with a smirk on his face.

"Nope," Kezal replied, but then got to his feet. "But I should-Wait, what's this? I'm getting a message that tells me that I'm needed at inbound cargo. Could be contraband or attempted smuggling."

Glen arched a brow. "I'm not getting anything on my headset."

Kezal shrugged. "Must be just me, but as a good security officer, I should probably check it out." He said, then pressed the button on the box, returning to his call. "Yes, I'm afraid maintenance isn't responding right now and I have been tasked with important matters at cargo. However," He trailed off and made his way to the door, punching in the key code to allow the doors to slide open. "My colleague, sergeant Doohan, will be more than happy to help. He will be there shortly." He slipped through the doors and they slid shut before Glen had a chance to protest.

Kezal chuckled to himself and made his way towards the cargo import bay. It was not a long walk from his office; after all, his office was the one responsible for answering the requests for help from the cargo bays. It showed just how little trouble was expected when a grand total of two officers were allocated for both the import and export bay. Very rarely did they actually catch any contraband, and when they did, it was often just the usual drugs and narcotics. Never had it been anything Kezal found remotely exciting, such as arms shipments.

He turned a corner and found himself looking at a square-shaped room filled with crates, and people all over the place trying to find out just what was supposed to go where. "If I recall..." He muttered to himself, vaguely remembering the Station AI mention something about another AI construct possible being on the station. It was probably either just a ship passing too close or someone bringing onboard an unlicensed construct. AI smuggling was unheard of, but Kezal figured that there had to be a first for everything. With that in mind, he quickly made his way towards the pile of crates which had only been recently brought in. He stood with his arms crossed, watching the workers go through the paperwork and just waiting for the slightest hint of trouble.

Space Station Starting.

My bio could have been a lot longer if I added in non-essential information, to be honest. I don't really like writing long bios, I'd rather have the character slowly reveal bits and pieces of their history as the RP goes along.

I wonder if I can do another character. Can't help but feel as if Kezal needs a partner to prevent him from just going 'fuck it' and torturing information out of suspects.

Space Station Starting.

We need some more alien folk in this.

Anyway, when can we expect the IC to be up?

Space Station Starting.

Is it too late to suggest a sci-fi western a la Firefly?

Space Station Starting.

I think I have a plan to deal with the potential issues between Ermine's character and mine. ^^

Space Station Starting.

Ermine said
Well...this could be awkward.

So much awkward. ._.

I'm planning for some character development, though, and he is an ex-soldier, so perhaps there could be some empathizing there. Besides, he doesn't know that your character is AWOL. At least not until someone starts looking for her. Him. I don't know.

Space Station Starting.

Species

Species Name: Sera'Shuun
Official Name: The Tribal Confederation
Constituent Tribes: Kah'Shuun, Tivak'Shuun, Dazik'Shuun, Zas'Shuun, Sikal'Shuun, Vor'Shuun
Home Planet: Shuunhavk
Capital Planet(s): Kahavk, Tivakhavk, Dazikhavk, Zashavk, Sikalhavk, Vorhavk

Brief History: The Sera'Shuun was born out of the constant inter-tribal conflicts when they were still trapped on their home planet of Shuunhavk. Overcrowding, dwindling resources and the increasing need to leave the planet to continue the very survival of their species forced the six major tribes to band together, forming the basis of the Confederation which would be formally formed centuries later.

The Sera'Shuun expanding quickly, colonizing uninhabited planets within range, but soon they experienced their first taste of interstellar warfare. The Sera'Shuun, no strangers to combat, were quick to subdue their enemies and force them into becoming a client state of the confederation. This age of expansion - as it is called by Sera'Shuun scholars - lasted all of fifty years, after which inter-tribal conflicts arising from border disputes and colonizing rights exploded into a six-sided civil war. During the ensuring chaos, all but the most loyal client states slipped away, and many of them still retain independence to this day.

The war lasted a century, with neither of the tribes gaining any sort of advantage over the other. The rising costs and death toll of the war forced the tribes to come to an agreement and the signing of a document which stipulated each tribe's boundaries and colonizing rights, measured from the planet claimed by that particular tribe to be their home planet. Further changes, additions and removals lead to the formation of the Confederation.

Brief overview on culture: The Sera'Shuun are a very martial people. Having evolved on a hostile planet and surrounded by warfare ever since the beginning of their history, it is no wonder that the Sera'Shuun value martial prowess highly. Dueling is still a valid method to solve disputes, even matters concerning the state are sometimes resolved by such means. The confederation's emphasis on a strong military arm reflects this mindset.

The Sera'Shuun believe that every member of the confederation should always work towards the betterment of the state. Again, this is a holdover from their tribal origins, when the efforts of a single person could mean the difference between survival and destruction. As such, the Sera'Shuun has little time nor patience for criminals, as they are seen as individuals who are abhorrently selfish. Pirates caught by the Sera'Shuun rarely survive the encounter.

This does not mean that the Sera'Shuun are a violent race. They have a strict code of conduct every citizen is expected to follow. Honour is placed highly on the code, and whether or not this means respecting an enemy who fought bravely to the end or merely refusing to take an illegal job, every Sera'Shuun is expected to follow this code. Those who do not are punished proportionally to their crime, but there can be exceptions, such as when following the code would lead to causing harm towards the confederation.

Particularly severe crimes can lead to the individual being 'dishonoured'. This basically means that you are a non-person in the eyes of the confederation. Your rights are revoked and every trace of your existence erased. This punishment is not one which is handed out lightly. Only those who's actions bring shame or harm to the confederation as a whole are dishonoured. In some extreme cases, entire fleets and families can be dishonoured. Regaining one's honour is possible, but usually that leads to the death of the individual and only serves to remove the stigma placed on his or her family.

Of course, this is only a general overview of Sera'Shuun culture. Every tribe has it's own culture, but they rarely deviate from the main Sera'Shuun culture.

Appearance: The Sera'Shuun are, on average, taller than humans by at least three inches. An avian species, they sport double-jointed kneed which allow them to run much faster than a human. Their body is covered in hard, bony plates, almost like an exo-skeleton. These plates cover their entire bodies, with segmentations to allow freedom of movement and rudimentary facial expressions. Feathers, a biological holdover from their avian past, grow from the forearms and up along the spine. Usually, these are pressed flush against the body, but when flustered or simply in a panicked state, they stiffen and stick out at an angle. They sport three-fingered hands, each with a retractable talon.

There are differences between tribes, but theses are usually very minute differences that would be indistinguishable to the human eye. Gender differences exist as well, but again, these differences can be quite hard to tell. As a general rule, Sera'Shuun females tend to have rounder, smoother plates as compared to the rough and sharp-edged ones of the males.

Character

Name: Kezal Vazarik'Sikalaz
Gender: Male
Race: Sera'Shuun, Sikal'Shuun ethnicity
Age: 25 Human years
Personality: Kezal is a very direct person, unafraid to voice his thoughts on the situation at hand. He takes his work seriously, and would do anything short of destroying the station just to catch a criminal. However, he does understand that some rules do get in the way and is more than willing to disregard them if it means completing his job. His serious and all-business demeanor makes him quite a hard person to like, but it cannot be denied that he is very good at his job.
Job: Security Officer
Past Job(s): Soldier (Sera'Shuun Enforcer Corps)
Advantage:

- Intimidating
- Physically strong
- Sharp mind
- Knows his way around any weapon

Disadvantage:

- Very inclined towards using extreme force
- A bit of a cowboy cop
- 'Shoot first, ask later'

Bio: Kezal is your average Sera'Shuun and lived the average life. He grew up, got conscripted and served five years with the Sera'Shuun army before being honorably discharged. He rarely speaks of his actions when with the army, though he does mention that he had served in several counter-insurgency, peacekeeping and counter-piracy missions. After he left the military, he spent a few years living with his family on Sikalhavk before realizing that the civilian life was not for him. Thus, he decided to take some time out to explore the galaxy, to see just exactly what he has been missing.

Of course, this being the real world, he needed money. Space Station 13 was recruiting and the rest, as they say, is history.

Reason for joining the station: It's a job, it pays and it's something he's good at.

Other: Not called the 'most armed cop of the station' for nothing. He carries with him at all times the following weapons:
- Bullpup, semi-automatic marksman rifle
- Automatic pistol
- Collapsible, non-lethal electroshock baton
- Functioning replica of his family sword (Cultural item, most Sera'Shuun carry one around with them as a memory of home)