Post by: Ryan Naismith on May 29, 2015, 03:12:32 PM
Basically, the premise is this:
You, and a group of friends started a salvage company, and it makes good money. Though, as with most businesses dependent on disaster, there are crests and troughs. Recently, it seems, you're in one of those troughs. Though... there seems to be a rather large ship,... registry has it marked as the USCSS Nalfar. You and your team can't help contain giddiness.
It looks intact! maybe... %80 of the ship still has viable life support.
Which begs the question, why is it drifting?
No life signs detected... but maybe its your sensors, radio them just in case.... still nothing.
You shrug your shoulders, and quickly set the shuttle on a docking path. Seems like you just had the find of a lifetime!
So yeah. basically, I'm going to be a DM of sorts. Gonna describe what happens, and control the alien(s). Unless one of you dies, in which case, you'll get to control your nice, fancy, sleek, murdering alien.
Name:
Age:
Species:
Role: (what exactly do you do in the group?)
Special training: (what special skills do you have?)
Backstory:(why are you here? what did you do before this?
Only one person will get a gun, and I will choose the most suitable person to do so. There is also some basic scavengin equipment that everyone requires.
An M-50 compression suit
1 plasma torch
1 head mounted flashlight
1 UHF handheld radio, with throat mic and earpiece
Rules:
One RPer, one character.
No god-modding(which is a given, but I want to say I'll have your chest burst open if you do)
Be descriptive. I want each reply to be at least a couple sentences.
Have fun! or have whatever makes you do this type of stuff!
If I have to go for a certain amount of time, I'' notify you guys, and appoint a new GM to serve in my absence.
Post by: MrRazot on May 29, 2015, 03:20:20 PM
Post by: Jacob Hail on May 29, 2015, 06:05:53 PM
Post by: kalan on May 29, 2015, 06:41:52 PM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on May 29, 2015, 07:47:06 PM
Post by: Grovygrunge on May 31, 2015, 05:12:58 PM
Post by: MrRazot on May 31, 2015, 05:18:42 PM
Age: 21
Species: Falcon
Role: Rookie Salvager
Special training: Able to blowtorch his way through (almost) anything.
Backstory: Perry was brought up in a very religious town and brought up as the son of a high priest. However with the thirst for adventure, Perry forsook his roots and found a way to the stars, landing him up in a place as one of the youngest on a ship of Salvagers. After a few years of service and a few good hauls, he's one of the team.
Post by: Crest Is Dead ((For Now)) on May 31, 2015, 05:23:54 PM
Name: Crest
Age: 22
Species: Sire Wolf
Role: Paid muscle (protection)
Special training: 5 years in the mavy and another 7 in special arms
Backstory: Part of a long line of milatary heros crest was built to be in the army. Although excelling at evrything he never had the life he wanted. Ignoring those emotions he was hired to protect the people on the ship with his life. Main reasons for right now are money and personal intrigue. Has always had something interesting about it.
Post by: Grovygrunge on May 31, 2015, 05:46:56 PM
Age 18
Species: White Wolf
Role: Engineer
Special Training: Trained in engineering, scraped through...barely...
Backstory: Xander had always been a massive lazy-ass, his motto is "if I don't need to waste my energy, I won't but if I do, I'll be quick about it so I can rest again", his parents forced him to find some sort of military career so he picked what he thought would be the least effort, he scarped through his training, however this is not because he isn't intelligent, he just didn't care and didn't bother. This eventually lead to where he is in his life. In space. Bored. He wants to go home.
Post by: tangletail on May 31, 2015, 06:39:31 PM
age: 25
Role: Scientist
Special Training: Computer Engineering, his education makes him a brilliant hacker, sodder iron jockey, and Technician. Training in Navigation and piloting.
Backstory : He had always seeked out a life of adventure and exploration on one of the larger Space oddessys. However, he wound up found himself landing on a salvaging ship. Not the most glorious of jobs, but it does sort of satisfy the "adventure" aspect.
Post by: Jacob Hail on May 31, 2015, 07:43:44 PM
Name: Ashlin Thorn
Age: 27
Species: Desert Fox (not a fennec)
Role: Engineer
Special Training: Repair and maintenance of things mechanical, mainly having to do with ships. Her everyday use of tools makes her a fast welder.
Backstory: Ashlin was once part of a space pirate gang, maintaining the ship and repairing the few planet vehicles they had. She found it to be an easy life, vert rewarding when they managed to raid something. Any time they found some poor cargo ship or trader vessel her team would plunder it, killing anyone inside before taking the loot and blowing it up. The fox got her cut, with barley having to get any blood on her paws too. Everything had been good, simple, but leave it to life and fate that things would screw up. Looking back she knew what went wrong, knew they didnt see the marine logo on the ship before they boarded. And before the could even blink, she found herself inside of asecure max prison on some astroid in god knows were. She spent three long years there before being released, and just in time to get a call to join a scavenging crew.
Post by: Ryan Naismith on May 31, 2015, 09:05:47 PM
Post by: Grovygrunge on May 31, 2015, 09:10:24 PM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on May 31, 2015, 09:35:23 PM
Post by: Crest Is Dead ((For Now)) on May 31, 2015, 09:43:37 PM
Post by: tangletail on May 31, 2015, 10:15:25 PM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on May 31, 2015, 10:18:49 PM
'/100' is not a valid dice string!
Did it work?
1st 20: razot
2nd 20: crest
3rd: grovy
4th: tangle
5th: jacob
Post by: Ryan Naismith on May 31, 2015, 10:27:39 PM
Looks like Jacob wins.
Post by: Angder on May 31, 2015, 10:29:48 PM
{roll}
1D5{/roll}
this translates if you type it properly to
Rolled 1d5 : 1, total 1
which is rolling a theoretical 5 sided dice.
highlight the thingy to reveal the number.
Post by: PO5ID3N25 on June 01, 2015, 12:48:40 AM
Age: 28
Species: wolf
Role: welder/grinder/mechanic
Special training: ex military marine extensive hand to hand combat and pilot training being a mechanic gives a unique understanding of the ships
Backstory: joined military at 18 fought until he was discharged for fits of insanity in which he killed upwards of 600 enemy's true number remains unknown after extensive therapy the fits have become rare so he found a job on this ship
Post by: PO5ID3N25 on June 01, 2015, 12:49:59 AM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 01, 2015, 01:40:32 AM
Post by: PO5ID3N25 on June 01, 2015, 01:46:04 AM
Post by: Angder on June 01, 2015, 09:59:41 AM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 01, 2015, 08:06:23 PM
Post by: Angder on June 01, 2015, 08:25:47 PM
Age: 28
Species: wolf
Role: Pilot
Special training: Trained to fly the ship, is capable of pulling tricks in his ship, capable of using a katana (Apparently anyway, nobody has ever seen him use it).
Backstory: Thinks himself to be one of the "best damned pilots ever". he passed flight school without issue but is probably not as good as he claims, still, he is arrogant, headstrong, and takes risks he shouldn't.
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 01, 2015, 08:32:25 PM
Post by: MrRazot on June 01, 2015, 09:42:29 PM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 01, 2015, 09:52:35 PM
Post by: Crest Is Dead ((For Now)) on June 01, 2015, 10:04:30 PM
Post by: Angder on June 01, 2015, 10:05:25 PM
Post Merge: June 02, 2015, 09:43:11 AM
going to wait for someone else before posting again.
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 02, 2015, 12:59:57 PM
Post by: Angder on June 02, 2015, 01:00:57 PM
Angder held on to his seat. "5000, 4000, 3000, 2000... I... I think I dodged it!"
Key words, "I think"
((In before rude comment about Angder thinking X3 ))
Post by: Grovygrunge on June 02, 2015, 01:01:29 PM
Post by: Angder on June 02, 2015, 01:19:00 PM
Also what stopped our momentum? I would have thought something slamming into us would speed us up if anything, is us stopping normal, or something noteworthy? :?
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 02, 2015, 01:23:36 PM
Post by: Grovygrunge on June 02, 2015, 01:25:26 PM
Post by: Angder on June 02, 2015, 01:29:08 PM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 02, 2015, 01:34:00 PM
Post Merge: June 02, 2015, 01:47:28 PM
welp, time for me to go.
Post by: Crest Is Dead ((For Now)) on June 02, 2015, 08:25:24 PM
Post by: Angder on June 02, 2015, 08:30:24 PM
Basically, I did a bunch of evasive stuff, and the ship got hit by something that took out our FTL.
The ship is now spinning out of control.
Post by: Crest Is Dead ((For Now)) on June 02, 2015, 08:33:15 PM
I'm just a kidding
Post by: Grovygrunge on June 03, 2015, 01:23:08 PM
Post Merge: June 03, 2015, 01:23:43 PM
Oh and hey Crest
Post by: Angder on June 08, 2015, 04:27:15 PM
<.<
*BOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOP*
HELLO!? ANYONE ALIVE HERE!?
Sorry I took so long to land the ship, I was waiting for crest. x_x
Post by: Grovygrunge on June 08, 2015, 04:34:17 PM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 08, 2015, 04:48:05 PM
Post Merge: June 09, 2015, 03:18:18 AM
SOMEONE MAKE A POST DAMNIT, I WON'T LET THIS THREAD DIE!!
Post by: Angder on June 11, 2015, 12:05:56 AM
Post by: Grovygrunge on June 11, 2015, 12:37:18 AM
Post by: Ryan Naismith on June 11, 2015, 12:40:00 AM
Post by: Grovygrunge on June 11, 2015, 01:12:26 AM
Post by: MrRazot on June 11, 2015, 05:16:23 AM
Post by: Jacob Hail on June 11, 2015, 11:51:03 AM
Post by: Angder on June 21, 2015, 10:02:24 PM