Zaresto

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Vestig-881J

Name: Vestig-881J, does not have nickname, despises them, due to the fact that he sees names as a construct of humans. Appearance Size: Measures at about 6' 2" Unit history: A modified worker bot, Vestig-881J's primary role within the war was sabotage and assassination, however in rather unorthodox ways. His conception being traced back to guerrilla fighters of the war, Vestig-881J and his creators were not given much to work with, thus, they had to improvise when it came to his technology. Without any explosives or real firepower, Vestig-881J's creators were forced to commission him to stealthier actions, which turned out to be a success, especially due to the technology they pumped into his armament. Memory: He remembers only how he was freed from the grasps of his creators, the time when he was shut down while returning to his charging station on foot. Equipment: -Two 12" buzz-saw carried on his back -Hands and feet are lined with material to help him grip onto most surfaces with relative ease -Left hand has the capability of transforming into a compact yet powerful 10" long drill -Right hand can transform into a zero-point energy field manipulator, which allows for the manipulation of objects, mainly being able to easily shoot an object at high velocities and then be able to pick that object up again based off of very complicated science. It allows Vestig-881J to manipulate various items around him, up to a certain weight, but he mainly uses it to shoot his buzz-saws. Skills: -Able to move quickly and quietly -Basic knowledge of combat tactics Ranks: Ranging from A to D, A being the strongest, try to keep it balanced, basic abilities that I will reference if need arises Combat: B Memory: C Speed: A Companionship: D Electronics: B Wisdom: C Initializing data retrieval: COMPLETE

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Vestig-881J

Name: Vestig-881J, does not have nickname, despises them, due to the fact that he sees names as a construct of humans. Appearance Size: Measures at about 6' 2" Unit history: A modified worker bot, Vestig-881J's primary role within the war was sabotage and assassination, however in rather unorthodox ways. His conception being traced back to guerrilla fighters of the war, Vestig-881J and his creators were not given much to work with, thus, they had to improvise when it came to his technology. Without any explosives or real firepower, Vestig-881J's creators were forced to commission him to stealthier actions, which turned out to be a success, especially due to the technology they pumped into his armament. Memory: He remembers only how he was freed from the grasps of his creators, the time when he was shut down while returning to his charging station on foot. Equipment: -Two 12" buzz-saw carried on his back -Hands and feet are lined with material to help him grip onto most surfaces with relative ease -Left hand has the capability of transforming into a compact yet powerful 10" long drill -Right hand can transform into a zero-point energy field manipulator, which allows for the manipulation of objects, mainly being able to easily shoot an object at high velocities and then be able to pick that object up again based off of very complicated science. It allows Vestig-881J to manipulate various items around him, up to a certain weight, but he mainly uses it to shoot his buzz-saws. Skills: -Able to move quickly and quietly -Basic knowledge of combat tactics Ranks: Ranging from A to D, A being the strongest, try to keep it balanced, basic abilities that I will reference if need arises Combat: B Memory: C Speed: A Companionship: D Electronics: B Wisdom: C Initializing data retrieval: COMPLETE

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

Seems cool

Dawn for the Midnight Rain; A Sci-Fi Space RP (Open)

Gar'Tai

Gar'Tai looked upon the hangar's activity with intrigue, helping wordlessly whenever someone motioned for assistance. Many did their best to stay away from the crystal-like being. His rather commanding presence and stoic demeanor discouraged many from the very idea of small talk. Gar'Tai enjoyed that. He saw small talk as pointless, a waste of concentration on meaningless displays of faux-intrigue. There were a variety of more interesting events most likely going on in areas far away from him, it was a shame he had to be tasked with helping in the manual labor, however he did not take issue with what he was told to do. He took this opportunity to observe the other members of the crew when he had the chance, as he thought it was always interesting looking at different races and people's idiosyncrasies.

Gar'Tai looked upon the proceedings of the hangar. Many were chatting, although he noticed that the captain had been in conversation with another, presumably also high ranking, member of the military. Gar'Tai lost interest when they led themselves out of the hangar, as he no longer had the capability to observe what they were doing. Just then, he noticed another craft landing near him, inside was a man encumbered by his own ship, shouting profanity towards the air around him. Gar'Tai paid little attention, however he was still intrigued at what the man could have gone through to end up in such a predicament. Gar'Tai didn't understand why anger and frustration were such strong emotions. They clouded judgement, and that led towards a downward spiral of more frustration. People had to specifically work around anger, rather than erasing it from their mind completely. It was even harder to understand why anger was considered an evolutionary advantage. While Gar'Tai pondered, the man had already made his way out of the hanger, and at a time when the entire ship was securing itself for a jump.

Gar'Tai followed this man to wherever he was going, making sure to mimic the man's footsteps in order to not be noticed. The people the man greeted had their smiles whisked away on their first sight of the crystal beast following him. Gar'Tai was unsure of why many didn't like his company, perhaps it was the mixture of his figure and the rather intimidating letters that were plastered onto the band on his arm, "MP". Gar'Tai followed the man until he got his food, upon which Gar'Tai thought it appropriate to introduce himself. Gar'Tai sat himself down next to the man, "My greetings, human. I have noticed that you seemed distressed upon the exit of your spacecraft, and I have come to inquire to you about the matter. What has been troubling you throughout your time on this vessel?"

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

Still here, waiting for some more posts.

Dawn for the Midnight Rain; A Sci-Fi Space RP (Open)

GarTai

Appearance:

Name: Gar'Tai

Age: 48

Gender: Agender, refers to self as male in order to better conform with his current situation

Race/Species: Krustallian. A race of beings very similar to rocks and crystals in appearance. Their appearance is actually caused by a shiny coat of organic, very durable material covering a smaller, fleshy interior, similar to how the exoskeleton of an insect works. As they are agender, Krustallians are unable to reproduce sexually, thus, they have their own unique form of reproduction. Upon death, a Krustallian collapses onto the ground, and its exoskeleton rapidly changes shape to form a hollow dome. Once the organism that was once inside the exoskeleton is terminated, its body forms around two to four eggs, which will mature to become Krustallian themselves, and feed off the nutrients of both the shell and the dead Krustallian. Eventually, after around 3 to 4 months, the eggs hatch, and release more of their kind.

Krustallians mature rapidly, and are considered adults by the age of 2 years. Nevertheless, the race lives upwards of up to 500 years, not aging for most of their lives. Krustallians possess a large amount of strength, as their physique needs to hold up a large amount of material throughout the entire day, as their exoskeleton weighs them down greatly, and likewise, they are much slower than humans and do not posses much acrobatic prowess. While their exoskeleton is durable, it is not impenetrable, and there are a variety of openings within it to allow a modicum of mobility. Their intellect and mental capacity is comparable to that of humans, however, they do not process any emotions, preferring to dictate their actions based on logic and reason, with their culture valuing knowledge above many other things.

Homeworld: Kelthaizad, a very green planet, the only known home of the Krustallian species. Its government choosing to isolate itself from the rest of the universe, not much is known about the planet. Kelthaizad hasn't seen many conflicts, due to the general nature of its people. Occasionally, outsiders will come to trade, or slavers will arrive hoping to capture some of the native people and sell their exoskeleton, but other than that, not much happens. Most of the time, the natives must leave the planet in order to do something with their life, as there isn't much opportunity within the planet. In short, Kelthaizad is a figurative black hole for many, void of anything worthwhile and impossible to escape.

Personality: Gar'Tai sees himself as a singular entity with no strong affiliation with any one conglomerate. He works for his own benefit, primarily, and considered his ties with the IAIF separate from his allegiances. Furthermore, he has no real political stances, preferring not to meddle with others affairs in such a way, as he sees his only responsibility is to fulfill his job, and, although not very pugnacious, he will do what he sees is fit to complete his duties. He does not express any emotion, seeing it as a sign of weakness, and looks down on those that show their feelings, like many of his kind. Although rather judgmental, he is eager to learn more about others and their beliefs.

Biography/History: Conceived as the sole remains of a very wealthy Krustallian, Gar'Tai saw the cesspool he was born into and left his homeworld behind in order to live a proper life somewhere more hospitable. He made his way to a larger human colony, and did what he could to survive. Brushing off any prejudice against him, he gathered as much knowledge as he could and took advantage of every opportunity given to him. Soon, he was educated enough to form a small business and begin to acquire a more substantial amount of currency, which he used to better himself further, gaining more knowledge and outlooks on the universe. His nomadic lifestyle ended when he saw an opportunity to join the military and do something with his acquired knowledge, even being able to gain a large enough position of power to be able to express his ideals in a way where others had to listen. Once within the military, he used what resources he had to gain whatever advantage he could. Soon, with the combination of his body and mind, he was able to become Military Police.

Are you a ground-pounder or do you ride with the navy as part of the crew?: Navy

Other: He really likes viewing a Summer's Dawn.

Rank: First Lieutenant

Position: Military Police

Weapon(s)(Nothing powerful): Desert Eagle

Equipment: His gun and some ammunition

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

Miyu Koizumi

Miyu groaned at the thought of standing around while the crew had to rush all the loot from one ship onto another, or worse, that she herself had to get her hands dirty, but she supposed that the captain's plan would work out well. After all, this was a pretty competent gang and they wouldn't have much trouble taking the ship over. However, there was always the possibility of something going horrendously wrong during the operation, but that just added to the fun for Miyu. The possibility of miscalculation gave the mission and irresistible aura of excitement for Miyu. In the back of her mind, she hoped for a run-in with the authorities. She though that it would certainly be better than bullying a lowly cargo ships out some dumb rocks, or whatever the captain planned on stealing.

Miyu figured that it would be a bit before the crew crossed paths with the cargo ship, so she realized she needed to do something to pass the time. While Ghost's offer was tempting, Miyu decided it would be better if she checked on whether or not the ships armaments were all working properly. The crew would probably need some firepower in order to disable the cargo ships movement, or at least threaten the ship enough so that it stopped, and the last thing the captain would want is to have our guns miss and shoot an asteroid rather than its intended target, or worse, malfunction and end up destroying our propulsion systems instead of theirs.

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

Miyu Koizumi

Miyu was ecstatic as she entered the bridge. The sight of the entire crew being there was enough to get her excited. On top of that, she knew what was going to happen, too, which made her even more enthusiastic about the entire event. Sure enough, the captain briefed the entire crew of the setup as soon as she got there. However, Miyu didn't care much about the details, she just wanted something to do.

She sat herself on a chair and waited for something to happen. She began to fantasize about what could happen during the raid, although the risk of any real injury floated away from her thought, as she focused more on brain-storming what needed to be done in order to successfully take over the ship. Just then, the quartermaster began to speak to the crew, laying out her plan, and although it was peppered with jargon, it was pretty straightforward. Although, Miyu realized there could also be another possibility to seize the goods from the cargo ship. Miyu allowed herself to speak out,

"Hey, why not just take control of the transport ship instead of having to mess around with transporting its freight onto our ship. I would assume it would save us some time."

Miyu stood up, awaiting a reply from any one of them. She felt content having spoken her mind about the matter. She glanced at the rest of the crew, a unique crowd, no doubt about that, but Miyu felt safe with them.

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

What happened to everyone?

Pirates From Way Out - A Lighthearted Space Pirate RP

Miyu Koizumi

The rather minute room was a hectic assortment of colors, each wall painted with some sort of funky pattern, a major departure from the insipid, monotone colors of most other parts of the ship. Inside the room was a young lady, herself sporting colorful attire, sitting on top of her bed. Her hands and fingers were occupied with the controller they had in their possession, so too were her eyes with the screen that sat parallel to her rather messy bed. The screen was a hectic array of colors and shapes, nigh unintelligible to one at a glance, however, she was used to this kind of video game, now bored of it. She had already exhausted most of her vast collection of 'Bullet Hell' games. She sighed as she ended the level in her video game and turned of the system. She thrust herself off of her bed and stored the game inside its case and filed it with the rest of her collection.

Miyu paused as she looked throughout her room for something to do. She could read a book, but that would require too much effort, and included the risk of reading something that would bore her even further. She looked at the drawer next to her bed, thinking of what she could do with the things within it, before abandoning that idea with a blush. She also figured her computer wouldn't have had anything interesting, figuring how she had been using it about ten minutes ago. Defeated by boredom, she went to lay on her bed. Perhaps I'll just lay down, like some sort of lame-o, she thought, taking a deep breath. However, the stillness of her room was broken by a familiar voice from the speaker above her. It was her captain, ordering her to come to the bridge, with promises of adventure to boot. Miyu grinned, this was just what she needed on a day like this.

She jumped out of her bed and went to the bridge, eager to find out what the captain was planning.