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Sweet! As expressed in the pms, I'm down to play as an Android.
@Belle@mattmanganon I'd actually be willing to join in on the fun with you guys if that's ok.
I'd be willing to push it to 3 max.

edit: Apologies. Holding off on this for now.
I have an idea that takes pages from Neill Blomkamp flicks like D9/Elysium/Chappie with the intense elements of Mad Max Fury Road. It involves a gang (us) that stumbles upon a pregnant woman, and a major corporation that wants her back. Looking for team players that like to interact and create scenarios more than react to them, as we'll be going on this crazy manic ride together. This is going to be a small group RP with a max of 3 (including myself.) It will be a dark and gritty (also comedic) themed cyberpunk action adventure. The environment will be taken from an old RP I put together in the past called Ghost Inertia with a few changes to give us more freedom to go crazy.
Makobi watched as the Landslide slipped out of the rear docking gate. Monroe's magnetic field barrier shimmered as the small vessel flew through it. As it did, the barrier made a prismatic ripple effect before returning to its muddy transparency of Planet TXVVB-044. The onrilian gazed at its beauty. TXVVB-044 was like one spherical egg with cloistered bits of rich blue ocean as weather patterns swirled about its natural surface like hazy phantoms. He was elated to know that the ground team was nowhere near the largest storm cloud, which was stuck in perpetual motion on the planet's southern hemisphere. They already had enough on their plate trying to fend off TXVVB-044's wild life. Battling the elements on top of that would just be cruel.

The onrilian half-listened to the ground team's open channel as he motioned over to the hangar's main control console. Makobi could've tapped into the ground team's HUD feeds, but their shaky first person view angles would've given him a headache. Most of the radio chatter was heavy breathing, cursing, and squawking - both from the ice bird, and the poor saps that were running from it. Then he heard the Furtim, Tahille, yell: "I fucking hate this planet!" with what sounded like screaming hominoidea chasing him in the background. It all sounded terribly chaotic. Makobi silently nodded to Logalu of Dice*, thanking the star spirit for his good fortune of being within the safe confines of The Monroe.




*Logalu of Dice - In Makobi's homeworld, Giom, Logalu is derived from an old tale of an onrilian who sacrificed his own probability of having good luck for the sake of everyone else. When something bad happens, onrilians usually accept it quietly, believing that Logalu is merely overwhelmed by how much bad luck he's carrying on his shoulders, and would like nothing more than to lighten the burden.
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It is not a drug mule if it makes life saving medicine that just happens to fetch a pretty penny?



Well, I'd imagine the GC has some kind of FDA to regulate stuff like that. I mean by all means, we can start growing llamas that shit ibuprofen for our own medicinal needs, but to sell it wouldn't be wise - not to mention legal, considering that most of us are former criminals, pushing non-FDA approved stuff by way of illegal practice wouldn't fly with the people in charge of us. But I guess it would be cool to do just to watch all the crime syndicates and local law enforcement try to confiscate our drug producing farm animals. Not to mention getting the shit kicked out of us by our entire crew for jeopardizing the expedition and quite possibly landing everyone in jail forever.

@Hawlin Makobi might take you up on that trade offer when Edgar, Allan, and Poe get on the fritz.

They won't be actual earth crabs of course, more like some crazy bioiluminscent ones whose predecessors were once a tyrannical civilization that got nuked to devolution...but they'll probably still taste the same. And no way will he mark up the prices! Can't skim Monroe's finest/only meal maker!
@Thecrash20 yeah whoops. Forgot to mention that that's not actually on the fat crab. I mean who's to say if he actually sells it (whichever star sector it's legal in of course), but he wouldn't have a blatant sign out like that haha.

Though I like crab shack a lot better so I'm gonna be stealing that from you lol.
But... Bessie produces drugs... Isn't that what you wanted?! It's more effective then a few prescriptions...


I'm sure 4-5 years ago Makobi would want nothing more... but something tells me the GC wouldn't appreciate their expedition team making genetically modified drug mules on the side. Legal ramifications and all that.

@Avanhelsing A drug-producing drug mule!? Makobi's reaction:

He's supposed to be turning a new leaf in life, man! Don't let Dr. Nate give him any ideas!!
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