Expendable (OOC)

[Enigma]

Prisoner 49-0327:


Good morning.


It is now Thursday, August 1, 2143 09:43 AM Earth GMT.


Your appeal has been rejected, and you have been scheduled for termination on Tuesday, December 31, 2143 at 11:45 PM.




However, you may still be of use to the Corporation.


On May 1, 2143, the Corporation won the rights to the Lyca system, on the edge of Known Space. Lyca IV is a gas giant, suitable for fuel processing. Gamma, the third of Lyca IV's moons, has a breathable nitrogen/oxygen atmosphere but is subject to extreme low temperatures during its night cycle. It is primarily covered by water, but there is one island.


Survey probes have discovered an artifical structure on Gamma's island. This structure is not of human origin. As the other planets of the Lyca system are incapable of supporting life and none has been identified on Gamma, we assume this structure is of extraterrestrial origin.


The survey crew reported the structure to the Corporation, then followed protocol by landing a survey team to explore the structure.


Robotic explorer units were deployed, but were disabled when they crossed into the structure. Units were recovered and examined, no fault was found. Further examination suggested their systems were overwhelmed by random magnetic fluctuations. Two units were shielded and sent in.


They did not return.


Five of the human crew volunteered to enter the structure. Communication was lost immediately on entering the structure. A fiber optic tether was provided for wired communication, but communication was lost 45 minutes after entering the structure.


They did not return.


Your mission objectives:
1. Explore the structure.
2. Recover whatever remains of the Survey Team.


Because this mission is rated as Extremely Dangerous, please note the following conditions:


1. Attempt to escape or tamper with your security collars will result in your immediate termination.
2. Failure to achieve mission objectives will result in your immediate termination.
3. If you are able to only discover what happened to the Survey Team, your sentences will be commuted to life imprisonment (without suspended animation).
4. Recovering a dead body belonging to the Survey Team will reduce the term of your sentence by two years.
5. Rescuing a surviving member of the Survey Team will reduce the term of your sentence by five years.
6. Terminating a surviving member of the Survey Team or a member of the crew delivering you to the planet will result in your immediate termination.
7. Disable whatever is affecting robots and communications will reduce the term of your sentence by ten years.
8. Provide substantial information on the purpose of this structure, your record will be expunged and you will be released on the inhabitable planet or station of your choosing.
9. A Corporate Expert System will be provided to assist and monitor you while you are on Gamma. Failure to return with the Corporate Expert System will count against your sentencing and may delay your rescue from Gamma.
10. Any unauthorized departures from the surface are subject to immediate destruction by the Corporate ship in orbit.


Please state if you accept this mission.

Spoiler: Background 

With the rapid rate of human expansion, it is the corporations who are leading the way. While subject to various Human Confederation laws regarding the rights of sentient beings, crimes committed in Corporate locations - ships, stations, or colonies - are subject to Corporate Law.

While you may have been contracted by the corporation to work at one of their mines, farms, factories, or corporate offices, after ten years of service (good conduct) you would be entitled to a plot on a corporate colony world. Additional terms would qualify you for a larger plot.

But you were convicted of a crime by the Corporate Legal System - and a serious one at that. Instead of a colony retirement plot, you're looking at death or life-imprisonment, frozen in suspended animation in a drawer in the lowest level of the prison complex. Rumors are that the "corpsicles" are raided for their organs.

You have been confined to Prison Facility 49 until final disposition of your case.

[Hide=Corporate Expert System]
A Corporate Expert System is a Tempest-shielded android with limited Artificial Intelligence (property, not person) containing personality cores, allowing the core to act as an expert in a particular field.

The Corporate Expert System assigned to this mission has the following cores installed:

Bones (Medical)
Scotty (Engineering)
Spock (Science)
Rand (Administrative)

These systems are nicknamed "Schizo" as they can sometimes flip rapidly between each personality as they fight for control. Physically, it is limited to baseline human abilities. As it will also act as your remote monitor, failure to bring it back will weigh against you.

Spoiler: Character Creation 

Primarily human, however aliens are allowed - but nothing with extreme powers or abilities, otherwise how did we capture you? A small advantage is allowed - low-light vision, heighten sense of smell, sonar/sensitive hearing, etc. A bipedal wolf, for example, with a superior sense of smell & hearing, low light vision, tough hide, claws, teeth, enhanced reflexes and strength is right out. Too many advantages.


Hive mind creatures are also out - if one of you committed a crime, you're all guilty.


Also you need to be able to survive with only limited augmentation of life support (e.g. Abe Sapien with his water rebreather from Hellboy) - I'm not sending a methane breather requiring specialized atmosphere and containment to an nitrogen/oxygen moon. You have to be able to work within a standard atmosphere.


Augments - talk to me about what is allowed, as they must be limited.


Artificial beings (aka Call from Alien: Resurection) are allowed as long as their abilities are baseline human. Military units are destroyed, not captured, so you must be a non-military type. Limit of two artificial beings - they are surprisingly rare and criminals are rarer.

Spoiler: Character Sheet 

Player:

Prisoner number: 49-____ (please enter a four digit number.)
Prisoner name:
Race: (Human/Synthetic/Other)
Sex: (Male/Female/Other)
Age: (Must be minimum of 18)
Favorite Food:
Augments: (if approved)
Description: (Written or picture)

Conviction: (What were you charged with - and make it good, please. Nobody gets a death sentence for littering or jay walking, they wouldn't have enough workers left.)
Sentence: (Death or Life Imprisonment)
Speciality: (what are you good at?)

Prisoner History: (2-3 paragraphs)

Mental status: (sane/mental condition) (Please note we have the right to terminate you should you prove to be uncontrollable)

Weapons: (Maximum of three, weapons will not be released until after you have landed on Gamma. Standard weapons as you would find today, semi-automatics and single shot guns only.)
Personal Gear: (Personal items, has to fit inside a 15 inch long by 12 inch wide by 10 inch tall box)

Spoiler: Rules 

My decisions are absolute and final.
A minimum of two posts a week.
Posts are to be a minimum of two paragraphs.
If I do not hear from you in two weeks, I will take over your character as an NPC.
NPCs may experience shorten life-spans.
If you are unable to continue this role play, please let me know as soon as possible.
Questionable devices should be pm'd to me first.

There may be late arrivals who will be shot down to the surface in an escape pod. Escape pods do not have the capacity to leave the moon.

Approved Characters:

49-7042 / ORI-7042 aka "Rigel" (Splat)
49-7777 / Allister Caine (Ma1chbox)
49-1199 / Nosau (Emet)
49-0245 / Ivy Rae Tyler (AngelDellaNotte)
49-0849 / Sonia Martinez (Azazeal849)
49-1917 / Ted (Imperial1917)
47-7606 / Croak (Crainium)
49-8750 / Max Stone "Mad Max" (Potatrobot)
49-2561 / Kimberly McDonnough (KaraMei)

[AngelDellaNotte]

Prisoner number: 49-0245

Prisoner name: Ivy Rae Tyler

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 24

Favorite Food: Mexican

Augments: None, she isn't fond of medical procedures.

Spoiler: Description: 

Conviction: 42 counts of murder

Sentence: Death

Specialty: Forensic Analyst / Crime Scene Investigator

Prisoner History: Ivy was born on a Jupiter 12, a colony station in orbit of Jupiter, her parents were upper middle class, her father worked as a foreman in the engineering department and her mother was a school teacher aboard the station. She excelled in school and was accepted for a scholarship on earth. Like she had in the schools on the station Ivy was top of her class until her senior year, when doctors discovered a tumor in her brain near the lateral frontal pole. The doctors were able to remove the tumor but there was some damage already done and the area of her brain was still degrading. She was forced to take a year off from school but returned afterward to finish her degree. None of the doctors knew this at the time but the damage to her lateral frontal pole affected her sense of right or wrong. She didn’t realize anything was wrong at first but as time moved on she began to realize her judgment was impaired.

By then she had already moved back to the Jupiter 12 station and taken a job with the corporation security forces. She was hired on as a Forensic Analyst and was later promoted to also work as a crime scene investigator. When she started responding to crime scenes she couldn’t help but think about how she could commit the crimes better without getting caught. Her first crime was the murder of a man the security forces suspected was selling drugs, she was thrilled by the fact the security forces couldn’t pin the case to her. From there she commit another murder and another, each time she was able to misdirect the evidence away from her.

It became a game to her to find out more elaborate ways to commit murders. After a while she began framing others for the crimes. Her downfall was when she killed a prominent station leader and tried pinning the murder on a rival politician. The station with the high number of cold cases brought in specialized team from Earth and cut all station personal out of the investigation. The Earth team was able identify Ivy as the killer and soon began looking into her other cases. They were able to connect 42 of the unsolved cases to Ivy. She was tried and convicted of the murders then given a death sentence. What the station in unaware of is Ivy was never connected to 13 more murders.

Mental status: Her mental state began as merely have trouble determining what was right or wrong but over the years it has lessened to the point were she does and says whatever she wants. A kill order has been placed on Ivy if she gets out of line.

Weapons: Ivy carries with her a Glock 41 Gen 4, her former service weapon. When she was on her killing spree Ivy tended to use objects at the scene of the crime rather then bring a weapon. She usually would use whatever she found handy, therefor allowing her to be versatile with her ability.

Personal Gear: A portable, hand-held computer that can be used to scan crime scene allowing her to do data analyze outside of a lab. (For the mission only). A book or two, Ivy always has a couple books from the prison library. A pair of reading glasses, she is far-sighted and has trouble reading up close. She never had her eyes corrected with surgery not wanting to have surgery again after the tumor was removed.

[Splat]

((WIP))

Prisoner Number: 49-7042
Prisoner Name: ORI-7042 aka "Rigel"
Race: Android
Sex: None, but has a male voice
Age: Was built 9 years ago
Favorite Food: 240v 10A
Augments: None
Description:

Spoiler: something like this 

Conviction: Arson, Several counts of murder, Resisting Arrest
Sentence: 87 "Life" Sentences
Specialty: Engineering

Prisoner History: The working android ORI-7042, or "Rigel" as he prefers to be called, was manufactured by the Orion Corporation on the Earth's moon. He, along with the many other identical androids serving around him, was built for the purpose of being easily acquired, disposable laborers in the mining colonies. These androids were designed to be personable, unable to act aggressively towards humans. Unfortunately for his producers, Rigel, along with three other of his android partners (christening themselves "Saiph", "Bellatrix", and "Betelgeuse") had fatal flaws embedded in their systems.

Upon learning of their purpose as disposable tools, these four androids went rogue, rampaging through the facility destroying anything in their paths. (wip)

Mental Status: Most of the time, Rigel is quite polite and agreeable, as his manufacturers intended. Unfortunately, what they didn't intend was for his circuitry to be misproduced, causing uncontrollable flashes of mania or anger. He is a tad sadisctic, taking pleasure at the expense of others. As such, he makes a lot of snide, insulting jokes. He has also developed a touch of pyromania. You might want to keep him away from anything burning. Note: Robot is one of his trigger words. Please don't call him a robot. You will regret that.

Weapons: None, but he does have a mean punch considering his hands are made of metal
Equipment: Toolkit of spare parts and equipment needed to repair himself or other mechanical objects

[Imperial1917]

Prisoner number: 49-1917
Prisoner name: Ted
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Favorite Food: Mashed potatoes
Augments: n/a
Description: A nondescript white male, Caucasian. Approximately 5'5'' and 180 pounds. Short blonde hair, clean-shaven.

Conviction: Jay-walking, causing a truck full of hazardous/explosive material to veer off its path, crashing into the support for an overpass, causing the payload to explode and collapse said overpass, causing a terrible traffic situation for a month while the overpass was repaired. Because it was a highway (and therefore nobody should be walking there anyways) and because of some dubious material found in the home, this was classified as an act of terrorism.
Sentence: Life Imprisonment
Speciality: Electronics. For bomb-making.

Prisoner History: Born a boring man in a boring world, there was plenty of plastic, but it wasn’t so fantastic. Ted had an average childhood where his mother was horribly mutated by chemicals while at work (which the company refused to take responsibility for), where his father abused him (and eventually ate his own gun out of self-loathing), and his teachers adored him (a few doing so a little too much).

Needless to say, he just wanted more love. Naturally, he found the wonders of the dark corners of the internet where he met all kinds of friends. One day a new friend of his suggested that he put his hours of reading technical books (the only books he could get) in a corner while he cried himself to sleep to good use. That was, of course, code for making bombs and Ted knew it. At this point though, he was going through that angsty set-the-world-on-fire teenage stage of his life and the feel-like-I'm-immortal phase. For the most part he was sent the raw materials and then he put them together however he saw fit. Then he sent them back and made sure to watch the 6 o'clock news.

Then his friend had a new request. There was an overpass that needed a bit of demolition work. For it, the bomb had to be more specialized. Unfortunately, Ted could not figure out how to build the bomb even when he was given a schematic for it. Angry and determined not to disappoint, he stalled as long as he could until he came up with a simple plan. He knew that the overpass was nearby and knew that trucks with explosive/hazardous material frequently passed under it. In fact, part of the original plan was to detonate the bomb when one of those trucks passed through to maximize the damage. As the bomb was not forthcoming and the deadline was near, he figured to skip to the latter half of the plan. As it turned out, the plan worked perfectly. And then he got caught.

Mental status: Sane-ish and angsty.

Weapons: Semi-automatic pistol
Personal Gear: The schematic that Ted’s friend sent him! They let him keep it! Well, after he hid it in... interesting places.

[Azazeal849]

Player: Azazeal849

Prisoner number: 49-0849

Prisoner name: Sonia Martinez

Race: Human (mixed Caucasian / Hispanic ethnicity)

Sex: Female

Age: 38

Favorite Food: Anything, as long as it's home cooked. Her mother was rather militant about this, and it stuck

Augments: None

Description: Sonia is a lean, imposing woman, with a hard, diamond-shaped face and a stone-cold glare that would stop most challengers in their tracks. She has dark brown eyes and a broad nose, set above a narrow mouth and chin. Her short brown hair is unkempt, and beginning to grow out. Her skin is fawn-toned and she sports distinctive gang tattoos on her face and upper arms, which take the form of jagged swirls.

Conviction: Attempted murder, and a whole load of unproven ones

Sentence: Life Imprisonment

Speciality: Former gang hitman

Prisoner History: Fast learning, naturally athletic and with a keen eye for practical problem solving, Sonia would have had all the makings of a successful woman if she had been born anywhere but the chronically underfunded ghettoes of New Detroit. In an area where youth unemployment ran close to 50%, and a brutally discriminatory justice system funnelled many youngsters straight from school into prison, the most attractive option for many was to run with the narco-gangs that dominated the ghetto streets. At least they offered a wage, and some semblance of belonging.

Sonia committed her first theft at 14, and her first murder at 17, when almost without meaning to she fired a stub revolver into a street fight and claimed the life of a teenage boy from a rival gang. Over the years she gained prominence - too introverted to ever lead, but clever and cold enough to become one of the gang's premier fixers and hitmen.

Her luck ran out when she was sent to assassinate a local politician, who had long been in the gang's pocket but was no longer toeing the desired line. Captured instead by the politician's bodyguards, it was of course Sonia and not the gang boss who took the fall for the attempted murder.

Mental Status: Sane, although a hard life has built up many walls in her mind - probably too many to fully break down again. She is taciturn and slow to trust, and has an ingrained hatred for most authority figures. She does however prize loyalty and community, even though - or perhaps because - she herself is so seldom accepted into one.

Weapons: Experienced with semi-automatic pistols, pump action shotguns, light automatics and hand grenades. She'll take what she can get from the offered armoury.

Personal Gear: Prison Omni (which she rarely uses), a couple of old war novels, lighter and cigarettes, and clothes.

[dakkagor]

reserved as well, might recook something. . .

[Enigma]

Ok guys - some questions have come up, so I've modified the character sheet.

Weapons of this era are still the guns we know today. Shotguns, derringers, revolvers, and semi-automatics allowed. Bombs are not.

Energy weapons do not scale down to handhelds yet.

Equipment is being replaced by Personal Gear - basically everyone is issued a "ditty box" to hold their personal items. This thin-wall but durable box is 15 inches long by 12 inches wide by 10 inches tall. This is not to hold your clothes - that's a separate box. Think keepsakes - a print bible, for example, not the Gideon ebook.

Most papers and pictures are electronic format, you can have them printed out on "plas" - thin plastic sheets.

In your civilian life, you would have used Omnis - these are handheld computers that resemble today's smart phones - but these are smarter, with the computing power of top-rated gaming rig and synthetic diamond chip sets. While most use cloud backup, Omnis have one external memory slot. The memory chips are available as MicroSD cards offered in 4tb, 8tb, 16tb, 32tb, 64tb, and 128tb capacity.

Prison-issued Omnis are more rugged. They have no external memory slots, you have access to a prison account for all media (very restricted on what's allowed) and cannot access anything outside the prison network. If you take one out of the prison facility, it becomes a doorstop.

Synthetics (androids) typically do not need to eat organic food. Some may take in lubricants and coolants to top off internal tanks. You probably have an internal reactor for power, so your food would be what your reactor takes in - probably distilled water for a micro-hydrogen generator. A pint should last you all year. Or perhaps you're a recharging model - so your favorite food will be your charging voltage, perhaps 240V 10A? Let me know how long that'll last you.

[Potatrobot]

Player: Potatrobot
Prisoner number: 49-8750
Prisoner name: Max Stone (Sometimes called Mad Max)
Race: Android
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Favorite Food: 240 volts at 10 amps, with a 2 day battery life.
Augments: Four arms.
Description: Max occupies a matte-black, bulky humanoid frame, slightly larger than life, and built for heavy lifting. Two strong legs support his armoured hull while four powerful arms lift objects weighing as much as a tonne. His head resembles a skull without a lower jaw, with a crown-like row of squared ridges at the top of his forehead. His eyes are a pair of deep-set, red, glaring lights.

Conviction: Pre-armature deadlock: 4 cases of manslaughter; 5 cases of permanent injury; avoiding arrest, resulting in deadlock. Post-armature deadlock: 6 cases of manslaughter, resulting in death-sentence.
Sentence: Permanent deactivation.
Speciality: Physical labour.

Prisoner History: Max Stone, believe it or not, was once human; a very aggressive thug-type with an affinity for knives. Over the course of his life, he had built a resume that boasted a capacity for hired violence, and a criminal record that could attest. After committing the latest crimes to go on said record, he found himself on the run.

At the time, the colony he lived on was enjoying the presence of the New Light movement, wherein the sick, the dying, the homeless and the depressed had the option to upload their consciousnesses into a vast matrix, creating an artificial but tangle afterlife where they could exist free from the troubles of life. However, this included most of the population of the colony, and after criminals like Max began using it to escape punishment for their crimes, the colony's Corporation stepped in, abolishing the movement. Members who had transcended to the matrix were downloaded and housed in work robots of all types, ensuring that everyone was a functioning member of society, whether they liked it or not.

Max, not being particularly bright or skilled in anything useful, was given what amounted to a muscle robot and stationed in a warehouse, where he would lift and sort heavy shipping crates day in and out. After a brief adjustment period, Max became used to this new body and his lot in what would turn out to be a very long life, but old habits die hard. It was at that point that the Corporation realised that before they put convicted criminals into giant robot bodies with four arms, they should put measures in place to ensure their cooperation. Max was soon neutralised and his 'soul' was put on death row.

Mental status: Max is sane, though his violent tendencies survived the transition from his human body to his robotic one unscathed. Having willingly given up his mortal body to escape his crimes, Max is content with his new chassis. He even finds it exciting sometimes, when he could pick up a one-tonne shipping crate and lift it over his head. This can often cause him to get carried away.

Weapons: Three large, composite blades. Two knives, holstered in his lower-two arms, and a large sword, clipped onto his back. Each was built specifically for Max's use for the mission, and have thick, square hilts and segmented, trapezoidal blades.
Personal Gear: A toolbox and numerous spare parts for performing repairs on himself, as well as a prison Omni.

[Ma1chbox]

[ WIP ]

Prisoner number: 49-7777

Prisoner name: Allister Caine

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 41

Favorite Food: Egg in a basket

Augments:
- Hardened alloy prosthetic left forearm
- Bionic left eye with rudimentary target highlighting capabilities and a built-in flashlight

Description:

Spoiler: Not McCree 

Conviction: Multiple counts of piracy, corporate espionage, large-scale theft, smuggling contraband, and murder

Sentence: Death

Speciality: Sharpshooting (up to medium range), setting ambushes, smuggling, space piracy

Prisoner History:

Spoiler: Bio 

Caine has been a pirate for as long as he could remember. His mother was a prostitute and his father was dead, and neither of them wanted anything to do with children of any sort. One week after he was born, his mother stashed him away at the nearest space port, leaving him to the hands of fate.

As chance would have it, he survived. An old theater veteran who frequented the docks stumbled upon him crying behind a stack of cargo crates. Filled with pity, the old man took the boy under his wing and raised him for the most part of his early childhood. His love for the Wild West eventually rubbed off on the young boy who would be Caine.

At around age 9, a band of pirates rolled up into the settlement and ransacked everything, leaving no survivors except for a handful of young boys to be shanghaied and press-ganged into servitude. The boy was one of these lucky unlucky ones to be drafted. Like the others, they took away his name and replaced it with a number. He was picked seventh, so his name was seven.

At first, he was a simple cabin boy, doing errands, cleaning and other menial and demeaning jobs the rest of the crew didn't want to do. It was a thankless job, and often came with bouts of physical abuse here and there, but the boy held strong and toughed it out.

Fate smiled upon him once more as one day, he was promoted. No longer a part of the lowest class in the ship hierarchy, he was given the chance to choose a name. The boy chose a name from a story his foster father used to tell to him, one that stuck with him through the years. That name was Allister Caine.

Through the years, he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming first mate of the ship that first took him away. It was during one particular mission when he lost his left arm and left eye. He and his crew were tasked to raid a rival ship for precious loot. The rival crew were more in number than they expected, and intense fighting broke out on the two decks. The enemy captain, much bigger and stronger than he was, managed to lop off his arm just above the elbow when he had his back turned. The eye came soon after when a swing from a machete came towards his face. He stepped back, but not enough. It caught him in the eye and sent him reeling.

The fight was won, but the losses were significant. Not being one to want to die, he delivered the package to a shady doctor instead of his boss in exchange for brand new prosthetics and augments for his stump arm and gouged eye. This didn't sit too well with the higher-ups, and as punishment, they sent him and what was left of his crew on a suicide mission to retrieve yet another pack of valuable cargo, this time on a corporation convoy.

The initial attack went well enough, although the execution was a bit sloppy. Unfortunately, reinforcements came much quicker than anticipated and the pirates were figuratively caught with their pants down. The rest of the crew made a break for it, leaving Caine a sitting duck in one of the corporation cargo ships. Needless to say, he was caught, tried, and sentenced to death.

He was given the prisoner number 49-7777, which amused him greatly, aside from the fact that he was on death row. It was just something to smile at in the midst of all the bad, I suppose. Fortunately for him, he got news of a chance to escape the metaphorical axing. Eagerly, he leapt at the chance for a new life. From there, the rest is history.

Mental status: Sane. Smug, ballsy, and a pain in the ass in general, but still perfectly sane.

Weapons: Seven-shot revolver, semi-automatic pistol, machete

Personal Gear: A small carton of cigarettes, a weatherproof lighter, some small tools for prosthetics maintenance

[Enigma]

I'd like to reserve a spot here. Hoping for an android character but I'll see what happens.

Potatrobot takes the second android slot. When it comes to food, tell me your preferred charging voltage and the life of your battery. 240v 10A?

And a big welcome to everyone!