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[quote]The time to leave Rigel's system was at a conclusion. Archius XI packed her bags and left to continue their journey to Termina Central. Yet a group has come to a meeting.
A stale, grey light from the overcast sky poured into the Office of the Commissary. Somewhere behind the formidable wall of clouds was a collection of nearby stars, host to the galaxy’s lesser powers. Rigel and Earth were somewhere out there, and in this most remote headquarters of State Security, all matters regarding “local” affairs were indexed and carried out by a small collection of the agency’s zealots. They considered themselves a different sort of law enforcement.
The commissary began a report to his far-away superiors. A person of moderate interest had been killed by a human crew on Rigel that day, presumably under direction from major private interests, indicating an uptick in the capacity and sophistication of said interests’ espionage in the area. “[We must exercise caution should the responsible parties approach state-controlled space. I have sent out a request to all field agents on Rigel to provide us with any known details about the crew; a second report should be ready within two days’ time.[/quote]
Day 22:
[quote]In what seemed like an eternity in space as no trouble founded them, Archius XI was at the destination course to Termina Central. At first they had no idea what was it, their boss told him an indescribable place left to their own imagination.
"We're going to land in Termina Central, make sure you get all the stuff you need for a break. I don't think we're coming back to Archius in a while." Jeremy remarked through the intercom. As he tried to search for Terimna Central at his range. "Where is the place?" Jeremy asked himself along with his pilots as they looked from the far giant moon.
"Sir, I think that's..." Jeremy turned to find one pilot commenting, something about.
"What?" Jeremy asked him. The pilot pointed towards the giant moon, actually a moon that was most likely made up of the finest metal money could buy. The entire structure of Termina Central must be that metal moon. Jeremy widened his eyes in awe, dumbfounded to find the entire place in front of his face.
"Well Harken Saw did told us it was indescribable." He said to himself, he reached to the Captain's locked safe department, going through hand prints, locked codes, matching eyes. A light blinked and it opened. Jeremy pulled out a box from the safe, opening it to reveal part of the Oracle.
"Is there a place to dock on that base?" Jeremy asked and might as well open a channel to his ship once the ship gets closer.[/quote]
[Things are a bit slow in the thread so I really needed to write this.]
[Question, is Xonax busy or otherwise preoccupied seeing as you appear to have taken control of Jeremy, Doom?]
Lion was monitoring the security feed from the bridge when Termina Central got in range. He didn't hear what Jeremy said but he knew that he oughta prepare some weapons.
He disconnected from his recharging station and walked up to a grey locker.
Emitting a small red beam above the lock, the sealed locker opened up to reveal a small arsenal. Lion packed down his micro-SMG's into the leg compartments before taking out his SMG, alongside the related spare parts, which he then packed down into his rear storage compartment.
He then left the room and locked it after himself before heading down to the hangar.
[Unfortunately, Xonax told me he couldn't keep up with the thread due to life problems and is generally busy. So he basically asked me to do whatever but I felt like there's still more potential with Jeremy so I'm going to control him in the time being.]
[That fucking blows.]
[B]Squish visits the restrooms constantly, checking to see if there are any remnants left of his crew members.[/B] (How does one do actions, and what constitutes for an action?)
[Generally actions happen during combat sequences]
[QUOTE=doomevil;47572977][Never too late to join I always say.][/QUOTE]
[Count me in, I'm just not sure how to go in smoothly, maybe I'll wait a bit.]
Name: Turatko
Date Of Birth: 2363
Crew Profession: Engineering Technician/Machinist
Race: Rwadi - A race of stubby bipedal monotremes, the Rwadi (an adapted word, the actual one is nigh-impossible for other species to pronounce) excrete slightly more matter than they consume, causing them to shrink constantly (an average specimen is 140cm at peak; 95cm at old age) and cap their lifespans at a moderate 50 years.
To compensate for this, Rwadi are often seen with "boosters", a power-glove like device with a retractable hand on the end. This device is hooked to the specimen's nerves to allow manipulation like it were their own hand in order to reach objects otherwise unreachable. The species as a whole has great emphasis on synthesizing beverages as a cultural tradition.
Biography: Turatko was born in a bustling metropolis, its mercilessness a defining feature of his childhood. Never a bad student, never first in class, Turatko would often do the bare minimal to pass. After receiving his technician's certification he left home in order to search for a job and his own place in the world.
A plain, knowledgeable guy, he is rather intelligent but does not apply himself greatly to anything, often coming off as lazy or worse.
John awoke in the medbay. Apparently, he had passed out. [i]I never was good with dizzyness..[/i]
He looked around himself, seeing nobody in sight. However, he felt much better. [i]I wonder if it has something to do with the twenty goddamn tubes going into my body..[/i]
"Hello? Is anyone there? I'd like to speak to your Captain. Hello?"
((Jebediah, since we've just had a time skip, we'll be landing on Termina Central soon. New crew members have generally joined when the Archius docks on a planet, so it's probably a safe route to introduce yourself once we get to the surface.))
(([url=http://i.imgur.com/FZnON3N.png]Also, drew a new picture of Yanim[/url], this time by hand. Much happier with how this turned out.))
Life had been slow for the past few weeks. The constant action of the initial days of the trip gave way to tranquility as the Archius left the heavily populated local star group and entered into the gaping nothing of space. Yanim had spent these days acquainting herself with all the remaining crewmembers who had joined on Rigel, carefully tweaking the engine's operating parameters to conserve resources, and working on personal projects.
The first of these projects was Skada, her pet. The day after she had assisted in rehabilitating Viper, Yanim returned to working on the project where she left off. After loading her custom operating system into a spare droid core, she used her drafted design files to teach the system how to move and behave in a virtual body, how to respond to commands and interaction, and finally, how to "act" like a living creature. Before ever being constructed physically, Skada was programmed to wag his tail, yip happily when praised, and sit politely when around company.
Skada was designed to look like a fox, as Yanim had been inspired by an image she had seen in the ship's database of the terrestrial creature. However, as she began to bolt the physical components of the robot's body together, she decided that the original reddish color looked too [I]alien[/I] for her sensibilities and instead created a synthetic fur coat which resembled the wildlife on the surface of Tredet, a boreal planet colonized by the Collective for ore and oil extraction, but otherwise undeveloped and teeming with plant and animal life. Skada's coat was a silvery white which shimmered with neon shades of teal under the proper light.
Yanim was quite proud of how natural it appeared.
At the same time, Skada was more than a pet. The fur of his torso was interrupted by metallic hardpoints which were used to secure work-related accessories. Most commonly, Skada would be seen carrying a specially-designed toolbox from his neck as if it were attached to a collar. Yanim had also designed a gun cradle which Skada could carry on his back, but had decided not to provide the fox with any weapons of its own.
Speaking of weapons, Yanim's second project was to increase her versatility in combat. Not only had she practiced hard with the Type-1, but she had also decided to modify the OBV into a marksman's rifle, producing her own design which she called the YSV-82. Since the crew was much closer to Kanadys than at the beginning of their mission, kanad plasma cartridges were bound to be much cheaper than human-built varieties (not that it would be an issue for the crew of the Archius, which had smartly stocked up before leaving the neighborhood.)
Among the YSV's features were an advanced laser range-finder which would automatically adjust the reticule in its holographic sight, a tunneling scope with electronic parity to the holographic sight, keeping both devices calibrated, an infrared scanner which could overlay heat signatures into the same display, and an auto shutter effect which could filter out "noise," such as flashing or bright lights. With these tools, the rifle's effective range was quadrupled to 800m.
She had also modified the Type-1, albeit to a more subtle degree. After studying Lion's variation of the coil interchange, she realized that he had endeavored to save weight by excluding a regenerative loop from the blowoff circuit of the receiver, which he compensated for by increasing the density of the coils themselves. Yanim hadn't noticed this difference in operation because the Type-1 was such an accurate imitation of the OBV performance-wise. Although she was highly-sensitive to weight distribution at the time, Yanim had grown used to carrying more weight on the Archius, including tools, guns and ammunition.
She re-added the regenerative loop and added a second blowoff valve so that both coils could be cooled independently. This, combined with improved optics, increased the effective range by 50%, to 300m. This was handy, because the YSV was almost too-cumbersome to use on anything closer than that. To further increase her arsenal, she hoped to acquire an OBS rocket launcher and possibly even a sidearm to go with it all. She would need to be careful not to collect too many toys, though, for Skada's sake.
He would have to carry them, after all.
Socially, things were going pretty smoothly. Yanim and Iska had gotten used to working together in the engineering section, and as a result of their casual conversations Yanim had been introduced to human rock music. Sledge was a frequent at the bar, and despite his rowdiness he was a fun drinking companion. Dwan continued to be aloof, but friendly, and Arthur was creepy as ever. To summarize, Yanim was comfortable and didn't feel like an outsider.
As the Archius approached the surface of their destination, she hoped that the crew would receive a new job soon, as she didn't want to find work elsewhere. She sat in the bar, nursing a drink and waiting for something to happen, Skada curled up at the foot of her barstool in quiet complacence.
Lion was actively working on Roughrider. After the mission on Rigel he had decided to integrate the two cargo pods into the wings rather than have them be loose external pieces. He had also replaced most of the default HarkArk armor with some more durable yet lighter armor he ahd developed himself.
As a result of this, he had gained more space which he then used up by adding emergency trauma kits to both the tips of the wing-bulkheads, extended fuel capacitors and increased ammunition storage.
He was proud of the ship, seeing as it was one of his biggest projects. The second one being the Mantis Exosuit.
Last but not least he had modified the nose-mounted kinetic repeater to fire more powerful slugs in a much faster succession. He had also installed a cooling system to help counter the increased heat.
He stood with his arms crossed and smiled. He then decided that he should probably go see what the other two separate hangar rooms contained, seeing as the middle one had contained a new HarkArk Adeptor.
He went up to the left door and opened it just to be met with what appeared to be a half-built all-terrain rover. It looked very barebones, perhaps Yanim & Iska could help him finish it. Lion looked at the rest of the room which looked overall like some kind of garage.
Spare tires, doors, frames, bumpers, some weapon mounts, camo netting and so forth could be found around the room alongside the occassional toolboxes and racks.
Lion smiled.
He had found his next project.
As he worked on experiments with the cloned Bruta and supervised the squishy alien biologist, Arthur heard a noise coming from the Medibay. He realized that it could only mean one thing; the new arrival was awake.
Arthur rushed into the bay, to see the new arrival looking around and attempting to keep the contents of his stomach away from the floor this time. He took a seat next to John, and started talking.
"Why hello there, my friend. I see you're finally awake. If you're wondering where you are, let me enlighten you. After you so... beautifully voided your food all over the ship, you passed out and we took you to our medical bay. See those tubes sticking out of you? Those are providing for your most basic bodily functions; eating, drinking, pissing and shitting. Isn't it just a work of art?" Arthur exclaimed.
"So, your name? Where are you from? It's not every day that we get someone crashing into the ship in an escape pod."
Over the last couple of weeks, Sledge had spent a lot of time in the gym getting RE-SWOLED. It was time to get strong. It was time to get tough. It was time to get mean. Not just for his crew, but also because he'd just heard of this exercise called a Hammer Curl and that was just way too appropriate I mean come on.
He'd just finished his last rep when Jeremy came over the intercom and announced the ship was reaching its destination. Nodding at the PA speaker knowingly, Sledge returned to his quarters to take his first shower since boarding the Archius XI. Don't worry though, he hadn't been stinking up the ship the whole time. He had it covered, and by "it" he means "himself" and by "covered" he means "with AXE body spray."
After escorting the new arrival to the medbay, Varn left the medical staff do their thing."Call me if he wakes up and starts biting people." and he was off to do his duties on the ship.
The next several weeks he had spend doing 5 things-patrolling, armor maintenance, drinking at the bar, talking with the crew and watching the "Galactic wrestling championship" in the living room(he didn't care if it was fake, he liked the story lines).
The routine was interrupted when he received the "big news" from home. There was a change in management. The Boome marines had a new leader and his first order was getting rid of the "keep the mystery alive" rule. "About time" he muttered "it was secret to everybody in the merc world, that the Boome are walking chemical experiments, so why hide it. Plus Varn was sure he said it at least once during a night of drinking.
Once he got news that they will be landing he thought he could chase some more leads on the "Golden wave". He made his way to the bar to see if Dwan wanted to tag along.
Lion had worked intensively for several hours, having pieced together the rover slow but steady. It helped having scanned the techniques used by Iska and Yanim during the construction of the Mantis, as it eased the physical construction work and helped Lion see everything from a heavy engineering standpoint.
The vehicle had slowly begun to take shape, the only thing lacking was a weapon for the gunmount and some other gadgets for both the interior and exterior.
Lion begun spraypainting some splinter camo on the vehicle, which reminded him of his time in the Sol Special-Forces Division.
John watched the man enter the room, and sit down next to him. John knew the man was speaking, but he was much more focused on something else: His cyber brain augmentation, or more appropriately, the device that allows him to think. He knew he felt something when he woke up, but he was too busy with cryo-sickness; Now, unoccupied, he is able to literally feel an offset forming - The internal components of his brain were malfunctioning from cryo-sleep.
"Doc, I need a roboticist, a computer engineer, and your finest surgeon. Make it snappy, or I am going to literally lose my mind."
"Don't you order me around like that. I think that's quite rude. Going insane is no excuse for you not to tell me your name." Arthur stated, crossing his arms haughtily.
Over the last couple of weeks, Dwan did what he usually did, handle the bar. Having met everyone on board sans Riker, he kept a nice little list of the things everyone usually ordered (Otso always orders blue milk, for example).
He's gotten pretty close to the crew, one could say. When he isn't handling or cleaning the bar and reading the news, he's either watching TV, reading something in the Archives, working out his stout body in the Gym or hanging out with Otso.
Dwan was just reading the news like usual, having cleaned the bar for the umpteen time.
[QUOTE]INTERGALACTICA
NEW BOOME MARINE LEADER: SECRETS NO MORE
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The new leader of the Boome Marines has announced that the controversial mercenary group will no longer be secretive.
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SCRIN TERRAFORMATION
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The Scrin continue to terraform many planets with Tiberium, killing thousands of lifeforms. Sources suggest that the planet of Xen is assisting them.
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REPLICANTS TAKE OVER
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On the human planet of Auros, replicants have overpowered their human superiors and taken the planet. Blade Runners are begin sent to deal with the situation.[/QUOTE]
"This news reeks.", Dwan thought to himself. He notices Varn enter the bar. He puts down the tablet. "Hey Varn, the usual?", he asked.
"How rude of yourself, demanding my name without offering your name without offering your name without offering your own?"
"I think you'll find that [I]I[/I] asked for your name first, old man. I'd suggest you take a lesson in civil etiquette as soon as possible, but I suppose this faux pa [I]is[/I] because you're insane and a cyborg. I'll take the moral high ground, and introduce myself first. I'm Arthur Beasley. Doctorate, geneticist, head of science. Now, your name?"
"Well, not why I came here for, but since you bring it up. Pour me a glass." He sat down at the bar."I hear were going to land soon, so I'm thinking of doing some recon about our "Golden wave" problem. I hope you can lend a hand."
As Dwan pours a glass of Varn's usual, he hears what he has to say. "I hear we're going to land soon, so I'm thinking of doing some recon about our "Golden Wave" problem. I hope you can lend a hand.", Varn tells Dwan. "Hm, they are a problem. Sure, why not?", Dwan answers.
Jeremy yawns in tiredness, being a captain of his own ship is stressful, probably will earn him some grey hairs when he ages. He decided to head to the Medical Bay and check up on Arthur.
"Hey Arthur, how's our guest?"
Over the past few weeks,Jeb got to know the crew. Most of the crew seemed normal. The only one he really couldn't read was Sledge.
"The name's John.. John.. John.. John.. John Riker. Now get me some bloody help!"
Just as Yanim was about to leave the bar from boredom, Varn entered to talk to Dwan about the Golden Wave. Curious, Yanim silently lingered while pretending to be occupied with her tablet. She was only buzzed, thankfully. While idly checking the logs, it seems that Lion logged his presence in the hangar bay, working on something new. Grumbling to herself about not being contacted, she checked Iska's whereabouts and saw that she had not entered the hangar bay during that time either, so at least she hadn't been displaced.
Yanim hopped to her feet, causing the other two to briefly pause. "Something to work on in the hangar," she explained. "Thank you for the drink, Dwan, I will be back." Dwan quickly handled the payment situation while Yanim ordered Skada to save her seat. As the others resumed their conversation, Yanim gave a subtle hand gesture to her pet, ordering it to begin recording. She had done this quite a few times before to stay current on all the ship's gossip, and as far as she was aware no one had caught on yet.
She took her toolbox from Skada and scurried off to the elevator. A few minutes later she arrived in the hangar bay to find a mostly-finished land vehicle. Impressed, she took a walk around it to find Lion on the other side, adding camouflage paint to the machine.
"Impressive construction, friend. Is there anything I can help with?"
Lion explained his progress up to that point, indicating that he still needed both a mounted weapon and an electronics package. Yanim decided to focus on the latter as she had done quite a bit of work lately on advanced sensory.
Arthur smiled at Jeremy.
"He's just fine, though I think he's a little insane." Arthur replied, as the patient stuttered out his name. Arthur turned his attention to him.
"There, was that [I]so hard?[/I] Don't worry John, our surgeon will sort whatever's in your head out juuuust right." Arthur said, turning back to Jeremy.
"John here is complaining of problems in his brain. From the looks of that thing he has on his head, I'm guessing some cybernetic implantation are acting up. Could you get to the bridge and send a message though the speakers for some crew members to get down here? We're going to need a robotics specialist, a computer engineer, and a surgeon."
"Hm, they are a problem. Sure, why not?" The answer was what Varn wanted to hear."Good, you and me are the only people on this ship who have had some contact with the "Golden wave", as far as I know. From where we stand we can do several things once we land. We can check with the local authorities and see if they had incidents involving escaped slaves. We can look around the bars or merc centers for possible leads. And the last choice, get in contact with the Gold dusts and ask them about it."
"Sounds like a plan.", Dwan replied. He doesn't want the Golden Wave anywhere near him or the crew, so any info that would keep it that way would be beneficial.
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