Chess kept a close eye on the team from a safe distance, it was dark but their own lights made them somewhat easier to identify form a distance. The two military types would be the most trouble, meaning he would have to be as convincing as possible for as long as possible.
The other two were deckers or netrunners or something, nerds regardless he highly doubted they would be a problem, if anything they would be an asset.
Deciding to not stay in the shadows too long he thought it best to make himself known, Chess slowly walked up to the group with his fake Arcsys identification card in hand. "Hey everyone, don't mean to startle you." He said slowly in his gravelly voice, he held up his badge with a photo of himself and the name 'Walter Sobchak' underneath it. "Names Walter, Arcsys sent me here to get a few small components and make sure the work they commissioned is intact on the ship." He paused briefly and let the ID dangle at the end of the lanyard around his neck. "I don't mean to be a bother but could I follow you folks around they didn't give me much to protect myself with and well shit thus place scares me." Chess finished, hoping that they would believe him, he just smiled dumbly and acted as innocent as possible.
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Chess walked around the small cargo area of his ship that was blasting high paced punk-rock music while the auto-pilot made sure it was on course to the Yamato 01. He had plenty of space to fill and he would fill every last inch with anything he could sell, components, valuables, information and human remains if needed. He opened a metal locker that was filled with guns, ammunition and all sorts of explosives and other goodies. He picked a small caliber handgun, and tucked it into a compartment in his prosthetic leg, as well as a small knife. He then procured a compact SMG and several magazines and put them in the pack around his waist, along with a .45 handgun, and an archaic looking five-shot revolver. all of which fit comfortably in their respective holsters around his waist. He then reached in and pulled out a small metal contraption that fit in his hand, with slots for his fingers, he put it on and flicked his fist in a downward motion and a few metal plates slid out and locked into place, forming a gauntlet like knuckle over his hand. Chess shook his head approvingly and flicked it closed and stuck it in his leg.
Satisfied with his selection of armaments he closed the locker, but not a second later he cussed and turned around and opened it again. He reached in and pulled out a small one-shot shotgun that looked like it was made from spare parts from more than one gun. He slid that into an empty holster and grabbed a box of shells and stuck them in his bag. He reached in and grabbed a sleek, but sturdy looking bullet-proof vest, there was a Velcro police patch on the front that had the 'P' and the 'O' faded and somewhat forcibly removed so it instead read 'LICE' he slid that on over his head and strapped it on tightly. He then reached in and pulled out a dark blue jumpsuit with a dark yellow line running down either side and slid it on over himself. On the chest it read "ARCSYS ENGINEERING" It was a cheap disguise but it was better than nothing. There was a good chance that he would run into people that were in the same building in him when he was denied a spot on a team, he hoped they wouldn't remember him provided he did run into them, because they wouldn't hesitate to arrest him, and he wasn't going back to prison anytime soon.
The Auto-Pilot made a notification that they had reached the Yamato 01, Chess looked out his viewport and his mouth gaped slightly, the ship was massive.
He might be here for a while. After a few minutes Chess's ship docked in Hangar 1001, and he stepped out into the belly of the beast, there was already a team in the bay, he was hoping he wouldn't run into people so early but fuck him for being so early right? Chess shook his head and cussed under his breath, the official Arcsys duffel bag and plasma cutter would hopefully convince them otherwise, he was prepared to say he was an Engineer come to reclaim small parts and make minor repairs, anything that would get them to leave him alone. For the time being he stayed off in the distance and made it look like he was busy inspecting various things.
Satisfied with his selection of armaments he closed the locker, but not a second later he cussed and turned around and opened it again. He reached in and pulled out a small one-shot shotgun that looked like it was made from spare parts from more than one gun. He slid that into an empty holster and grabbed a box of shells and stuck them in his bag. He reached in and grabbed a sleek, but sturdy looking bullet-proof vest, there was a Velcro police patch on the front that had the 'P' and the 'O' faded and somewhat forcibly removed so it instead read 'LICE' he slid that on over his head and strapped it on tightly. He then reached in and pulled out a dark blue jumpsuit with a dark yellow line running down either side and slid it on over himself. On the chest it read "ARCSYS ENGINEERING" It was a cheap disguise but it was better than nothing. There was a good chance that he would run into people that were in the same building in him when he was denied a spot on a team, he hoped they wouldn't remember him provided he did run into them, because they wouldn't hesitate to arrest him, and he wasn't going back to prison anytime soon.
The Auto-Pilot made a notification that they had reached the Yamato 01, Chess looked out his viewport and his mouth gaped slightly, the ship was massive.
He might be here for a while. After a few minutes Chess's ship docked in Hangar 1001, and he stepped out into the belly of the beast, there was already a team in the bay, he was hoping he wouldn't run into people so early but fuck him for being so early right? Chess shook his head and cussed under his breath, the official Arcsys duffel bag and plasma cutter would hopefully convince them otherwise, he was prepared to say he was an Engineer come to reclaim small parts and make minor repairs, anything that would get them to leave him alone. For the time being he stayed off in the distance and made it look like he was busy inspecting various things.
I'm just trying to figure out a good introductory post. I have most of it in my head and hopefully I can type it up maybe even do it at work if it slows down a bit. But I'll have one tonight regardless.
Bracing for impact.
Sweet!
Really looking forward to this.
Really looking forward to this.
Name: Chester "Chess" Dune
Age: 44
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Scavenger
Skills: Small arms (Handguns, etc.) Marksmanship (or "I'm pretty good shot if you ask me.") Excels in hand-to-hand combat, and is a seasoned and intrepid survivalist, almost always carrying everything he needs to survive in just about any situation.
Description: Chess has been at this unsavory lifestyle his entire life, mainly robberies, some high scale, some not. He's been everything from a drug runner to a hired thug. However his last stint in prison and age started making reconsider his lifestyle, not but a great margin, but enough to change, for the past five years Chess has been a bounty hunter and scavenger for whoever pays the highest, it's not nearly as exciting as blowing up building for precious resources and money, but it keeps him alive and sane to some degree. Chess caught wind of the Yamato 01 recently reappearing in the orbit around mars. He attempted to get hired on officially to a team hoping for a fat paycheck but a background check listing and extensive criminal career followed but an extremely volatile and almost violent cussing out to the hiring agent got him removed from the building and denied a spot on a team. He'd have to do this the old fashioned way.
Appearance:
Chess has more metal teeth than he does actual teeth from numerous fights and mishaps over the years, more tattoo's than he can remember and a prosthetic right leg that he stole when he lost his, it usually contains a gun or two, maybe a backup knife and some minor supplies in hidden compartments.
Age: 44
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Scavenger
Skills: Small arms (Handguns, etc.) Marksmanship (or "I'm pretty good shot if you ask me.") Excels in hand-to-hand combat, and is a seasoned and intrepid survivalist, almost always carrying everything he needs to survive in just about any situation.
Description: Chess has been at this unsavory lifestyle his entire life, mainly robberies, some high scale, some not. He's been everything from a drug runner to a hired thug. However his last stint in prison and age started making reconsider his lifestyle, not but a great margin, but enough to change, for the past five years Chess has been a bounty hunter and scavenger for whoever pays the highest, it's not nearly as exciting as blowing up building for precious resources and money, but it keeps him alive and sane to some degree. Chess caught wind of the Yamato 01 recently reappearing in the orbit around mars. He attempted to get hired on officially to a team hoping for a fat paycheck but a background check listing and extensive criminal career followed but an extremely volatile and almost violent cussing out to the hiring agent got him removed from the building and denied a spot on a team. He'd have to do this the old fashioned way.
Appearance:
Chess has more metal teeth than he does actual teeth from numerous fights and mishaps over the years, more tattoo's than he can remember and a prosthetic right leg that he stole when he lost his, it usually contains a gun or two, maybe a backup knife and some minor supplies in hidden compartments.
Interested for sure.
Name:Erik Micheals
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Biography: Erik had and still has a normal life, save for when he ran away from home at 15, it was a short lived adventure but it taught him a lot about the world. He never wanted much out of life, and didn't expect much from it either. When he moved out with his girlfriend at 21 things got a little more exciting in his life, college invited so many opportunities he never would have looked for on his own such as partying, and drugs. Things went well for a while, until his relationship ended, which sent him on a downward spiral for a while, until he finally snapped out of it, and decided to pick up where he left off at 15. He traveled the world for a few years, saw more than he ever thought he could see in the course of six long years. He finally decided to start settling down again, he returned to the mid-western US, got a hold of a few relatives and now works in a small medical supply shop in a somewhat unsavory section of a super city. He's glad to have settled down again, but life has gone back to its boring pace once again. Maybe someday soon something will change.
Personality: Erik is a people person, he's at his best conversing with other people, even if it's just to talk to a customer about something simple. Despite this he is overworked and under payed and outside of work he's a kind-of a mess, sleep doesn't come easily to him but he manages, and he rarely ever lets it show. He somehow maintains a certain sense of wanderlust, constantly wishing he could break free again, maybe see one or both of the other planets.
A little brief I know but it's what I could muster right now, this guy is going to be my main character, there will be another one but I'll put that up if/when the RP has gotten that far.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Biography: Erik had and still has a normal life, save for when he ran away from home at 15, it was a short lived adventure but it taught him a lot about the world. He never wanted much out of life, and didn't expect much from it either. When he moved out with his girlfriend at 21 things got a little more exciting in his life, college invited so many opportunities he never would have looked for on his own such as partying, and drugs. Things went well for a while, until his relationship ended, which sent him on a downward spiral for a while, until he finally snapped out of it, and decided to pick up where he left off at 15. He traveled the world for a few years, saw more than he ever thought he could see in the course of six long years. He finally decided to start settling down again, he returned to the mid-western US, got a hold of a few relatives and now works in a small medical supply shop in a somewhat unsavory section of a super city. He's glad to have settled down again, but life has gone back to its boring pace once again. Maybe someday soon something will change.
Personality: Erik is a people person, he's at his best conversing with other people, even if it's just to talk to a customer about something simple. Despite this he is overworked and under payed and outside of work he's a kind-of a mess, sleep doesn't come easily to him but he manages, and he rarely ever lets it show. He somehow maintains a certain sense of wanderlust, constantly wishing he could break free again, maybe see one or both of the other planets.
A little brief I know but it's what I could muster right now, this guy is going to be my main character, there will be another one but I'll put that up if/when the RP has gotten that far.
I am so sorry everyone I got really sick recently and my entire soul hurts but I'll have my CS up in a little bit, sorry for the delay!
Great character sheets so far everyone.
I should have a chance to get mine up before I go into work tomorrow.
I should have a chance to get mine up before I go into work tomorrow.
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