(M)The Black Star Privateers: Smugglers and Heroes OOC

[SikstaSlathalin]

Rated M for possible mature content including sex, violence, language, graphic situations, and drug use.


The Black Star Privateers: Smugglers and Heroes



By the rings of Saturn and the tits of Venus, money is our game and defying death is in the contract.

The IC

The Black Star, RP Group Club.

Story: You're looking at the old cracked screen of a wrist-mounted PDA that you stumbled across in whatever town you found yourself in. You push an irresistibly red button and the screen lights up, you see a fierce looking Warbot.

His voice sounded like it was coming through a broken radio fading in pitch and clarity.
"So you think space is cool? You think pirates are cool? So you're thinking Space Pirates must be the epitome of cool right? Well you wouldn't be more wrong! It sucks! Long hours, no promise of pay, and the ever pleasant overshadow of sudden and graphically messy death!

From behind the twitchy bot you see a futuristic woman that seemed to be made of sparks. She spoke with a smooth echoing voice
"Come on K, you know the Captain wants you to recruit more people for the Black Star, not scare them away."

The warbot gave an electronic scoff and muttered under his breath which really wasn't under his breath.
"Then he should've had the Navigator do it or his daughter. People react better to those pretty squishy types."

The Sparky woman sighed patting his broad back.
"Yeah I know, but this is part of your punishment for shooting the other Gunner in the leg."

The warbot stood up from the chair and pointed and accusing finger at the woman.
"Hey, that wasn't my fault! The fuzzball thought it was funny to screw with my voice modular on the Mechanic's table! I was stuck sounding like Carol Channing for a week while the grease monkey was home with a "new born child!"

The woman rolled her cyan blue eyes and pushed the cyborg back into the chair.
"Yes, I'm sure, now finish up. It's almost chow time and I need my solar rays."

With a few more loud grumbles later and K looked back at the screen.
"Fine, fine, damn painfully attractive AI manifestation. Ok, listen here all you squishies, half squishies, and unsquishies. I am a Togga Tech, Model 001, MK X-II Prototype Combat Cyborg. You can call me Killbot or K. And this is your invitation to the Black Star Privateers. We are galactic class movers of items of all kinds and types. We are also freelance...."obtainers" of anything someone pays us enough to obtain. If you got no place better to go, want some cash in your pocket, good food, a place to sleep, and are not a waste of life. Grab what you own, follow the instructions in this PDA and I'll see you in the Hanger" The message fades and you see a sketchy map leading you to a warehouse you didn't know existed. Once there you find a transport pad that looked one power outage away from exploding and a console with another tempting red button. You push this one too despite words like "Shanghaiing" "Slave Ring" and "Body Snatchers" going through your mind. The transport pad whirs to life and more instructions appears on the dirty console screen. The instructions are simple and painfully punny.

Step into the center of the pad, keeps all your gear and limbs inside the vehicle at all times, and click your heels together three times.

You do all and you feel your body become weightless before you're ripped apart atom by atom and transported to the infamous hanger of the Black Star, a Stellar Racer class Smuggler Vessel. You are greeted by the rag tag crew and enrolled right away in whatever skills they find you have. With your room assigned and gear issued you begin the life of a Space Pirate.


Info: Ok people, here's where the info goes in all my OOCs. We will be the members of the Black Star, a Stellar Racer class ship outfitted with enough speed, armor, and guns to get ourselves into enough trouble to make us infamous. We are made up of aliens, cyborgs, robots, and humans all mashed together with a combination of needs to survive, similar skills, and no place better to go.

Most of us have been together for a few years, but we have some new members that we scooped up out of the gutter with promises of money, a place to sleep, and enough food to keep them from seeing their ribs. All we ask is loyalty and some kind of useful skill that the Captain can use. I don't have any set jobs yet but we all know what type of jobs come with a space ship.

We are Rogues, former Military, former Law Enforcement, anyone and everyone that has been stamped under the foot of society one way or another. We take whatever jobs comes our way that won't immediately get us killed and pays us enough to piss it away on booze and cheap company. Stashed away on the Scoundrel Colony of Cairn, we spend our money and wait for the next mission. The right people know where to find us, and we aren't big on publicity. The only interactions we initiate is our wide-spread recruitment. He have transport pads somewhere in many major cities of the universe and everyone leads right to Cairn.

So far the story is simply this, we are the intrepid but dysfunctional crew of the Black Star. Smugglers, occasional mercs, and even heroes when they find ourselves in the situation. We cruise through Worm Holes, dodge around meteors, evade the planet cracker guns of various Galactic super powers all in the name of money and usually by the skin of our teeth.

After blasting our way through a Planet Cracker Wave of the Skorne Empire we return to our HQ on the back space planet of Carin, but before we even get the chance to air out our space suits we get a call from the spooky Space Specter, an interstellar criminal known to give the best and most dangerous jobs. We've worked with him before and only lost a couple of crewmembers, but the money we made after those jobs was enough to bury the pain under mountains of things we had only seen in the catalogs of the rich and famous.

So we made sure everyone's will is up-to-date and took the mission. We are being sent out into the forgotten Zeta Quadrant to raid the lost planet of the Hurlords for a piece of planet altering tech that would turn even the most hostile of atmosphere into the perfect habitat for any race that claims it.

Will the crew of the Black Star fulfill the contract to the letter and give the power of God to a nameless crook? Will they take responsibility and keep such a power out of the hands of people who might abuse it? Or will they even claim it for themselves and become the most powerful people in the universe? It's up to you! Join and make your choice for the future of known existence.

Spoiler: Ship Layout by MarchingThunder 

Spoiler: Our extra vehicles 

Spoiler: 1 Forerunner Class C Assault Ship 

The FCC acts as both a planetary assault vehicle and an inter-vessel transport. The Black Star's main assault vehicle is equipped with armed with two rail guns attached to the nose and tail. Anti-projectile countermeasures give the FCC 360 degrees of protection for as long as the crew can reload them. Armoring on the the FCC can withstand most physical round and many light energy weapons fire. The hull of the ship can carry up to twenty five passengers including crew (two gunners, pilot and co pilot). That number is reduced with the addition of mid-sized vehicles and heavy equipment.

Spoiler: 2 M-G4 Bugs 

The Bugs are versatile, mid-sized vehicles that support the team on both scouting and assault missions. Bug One is equipped with a plasma turret and is often used in scouting situations. Bug Two is equipped with a gauss rifle and is often brought in to support Bug One during assault and extraction missions. Lighter armoring means direct hits are not an option. The Bug seats five including gunner and driver.

Spoiler: 2 7v-39B Red Hawks 

The Red Hawks are the vehicle of choice on scouting missions that require no fire support. Stripped down to their bare bones, the lightweight nano-fiber frame and body allow this vehicle to reach speeds in excess of five hundred miles per hour if you get going in a straight line. Typically seats one, two in a pinch.

Spoiler: 1 Y'zanna Submersible 

The Y'zanna is the Black Star's only water based vehicle. This extremely quiet submersible is used primarily as a scouting vehicle.However it can be used as a limited transport on water-based worlds or as a sabotage vehicle utilizing its singular, front-facing torpedo tube to attack other water based structures or vehicles. The Y'zanna has room enough for three bodies and equipment.

Spoiler: 21 Vogni-Tec P27 Jet Packs  

These omnidirectional jet packs allow for complete airborne control at speeds exceeding one hundred miles per hour. Each pack is equipped with an emergency no-tear parachute. These particular jet packs are still in their developmental stages and still have some quirks that have yet to be worked out. And they probably would have been, had they made it to the test facility they were en route to when the Black Star came along.

Spoiler: The Hanger Layout 

The 5 levels of the Hanger.

The Hanger is the Black Star Privateers HQ and home away from home. This is where the ship is worked on, jobs are found, and where the crew and Full-Timers work, live, play, and wait for death to bring them their next chance to cheat it.


Level 1: The Waiting Room/Brig. Being the closest to the entrance hanger it was where potential clients waited and where they kept the Prisoners. It was a tactical choice, it showed them how the Black Star Privateers handled those that tried to screw with them. The furnishings of this level are stark, a couple of beaten up couches, some plastic and metal chairs, a black steel coffee table with some old magazines, a radio and a pack of cards, and in the corner between the couches a large clay pot held a Snapping Tiger plant from the Bayn'gül home world. It was almost sentient and carnivorous, it got fed scraps from the kitchen, but kept trimmed to keep it from getting too big. It both sings and scares the hell out the clients.

The Brig area is just a large 10x12 cell with benches built into the wall, a sink, and a shitter. A small table and chairs was for the guards, in the center of the room is a large rug with the black star symbol on it. Against the far wall is the elevator and stairwell.


Level 2: The Fixer's Level. This is where the Quartermaster, Mechanics, Engineers, and Medics have their full sized facilities, complete with everything they could need to work on the Black Star and it's crew. This is also where they have their massive warehouse and the actual "hanger" where the Black Star is kept between missions and worked on by the Fixers. It is also where the Custodial Robot Force is. They kept everything clean and going smoothly.

The Quartermaster has a full sized Office just off the side of the main warehouse bay.

The Engineers have a full size control room with all the bells, whistles, and Military Grade Super computers they want.

The Mechanic's bay is large and stocked with enough parts to build two Black Stars and the best of the best tools, manuals, and equipment they need.

Medics have a full sized hospital and pharmacy complete the best equipment and all the Medical Texts they could ever want or need.


Level 3: The Dorm Level. This is where the crew sleeps and rests between missions, everyone has their own decent sized room and aside from whatever the Crew decorates with. Each room has a personalized bed, desk, shelves, bathroom, and closest. Now a few of the crew have their own homes on Carin, but it's always nice to have your own room at work.


Level 4: The Living Level. Just down stairs from the Dorms is where most of the crew spends their time between missions. Here is the Rec Room, Mess Hall/Kitchen, Firing Range and Gym. It has everything a cultured Pirate could want.

Rec Room: A massive 96 inch TV with so many channels you can't watch them in all in a year and movies all day, powerful PCs with the best gear and Terrabyte might one could find, gaming consoles for every taste, comfy luxurious seats and couches, tables for card games, board games, arm wrestling, you name it. Top grade juke box with songs from all over the universe, the walls double as trophy displays each telling a story from one of the Black Star's bigger successful missions, and of course no rec room would be complete without a bar, pool table, dart board, pinball machines, and a Foosball table.

Firing Range: A favorite of the Gunners and Scouts this range is big. Anything short of the ship's own cannons can be shot here. There is also a large combat course with old shipping containers welded into an ambush town. The options are paintball, shockers, and live fire. Each options have combat bots built on site in the Hanger that have realistic combat AI. Full armor is required for Lethal Fire.

Gym: When you don't feel like shooting things there is the gym. Complete with a pool, track, fighting ring, and a full workout room. Top grade machines and consoles to help track your workout.


Kitchen/Mess Hall: Large clean mess hall with tables, chairs, vending machines, and a personalized food station where you can order what you want to eat or drink. This also has a full-sized drink list. The Staff is professional and many of them well-trained, the stoves, fryers and such are Professional Grade and kept perfectly clean. Everything here is under the Head Cook's control so don't piss them off.


Level 5: Admin Level. The Command Center of the entire Black Star operation, here is where Togga and Evan look over jobs and decide which the crew will take and which it will decline. It is also where the Navigator, Comms, and Sensor's Officers work with the Captain and First Mate to set their jobs up. It's similar to a normal corporate office. Desks, water coolers, computers, and filing Cabinets. No one is allowed on this level unless they the Bridge Crew or have a damn good reason to be bothering the Officers. The carpets are black with interlocking Black Star Symbols and the walls a deep red. This level also has a juke box and vending machines.

Spoiler: Our Missions DONE 

Spoiler: 1 COMPLETE 

1:The Bounty of the Silver Quasar

1: Dropping off the Mercs of the Silver Quasar at Beckham's Bounty Office and collecting the bounties off the band of fools.

Spoiler: 2 COMPLETE 

2: The Sierra Madre Cold Metal weapon smuggle and assassination of Moriarty

1: Arrive in the Sierra Madre Casino on the planet of Tamosa Springs. Integrate into the crowds and seek out Stella Silverlight.

2: Once Stella Silverlight is located in the Frozen Star Lounge begin the weapon picking up process. (Note: None of this happened, the deal was a lie and we are now hiding and trying to regroup.)

3: Regroup, locate Moriarty, and kill him.

Spoiler: 3 IN MOTION 

3: The recovery and scrapping of the "Light of Heaven" medical ship.

1: Locate the derelict vessel for the Great Human Dominion.

2: Take whatever we want from it as payment before sending it back to Carin for the scrap value.

Spoiler: 4 

4: The recovery of the Kessen "Lord of the Sky" Idol.

1: Flying to Skillio, and gathering what information we can on the "Lord of the Sky" idol.

2: Going with Kessen escorts from the Common Hunter Pride the Swiftpaws to the "Ruins of the Golden Lion" and searching for the idol amongst the ruins.

3: Finding the idol before the greedy Noble Pride of the Whitherfangs find it first and uses it to take control of the Kessen people. Fighting alongside the Swiftpaws we will stop this from happening.

Spoiler: 5 

5: Escorting and freeing the wanted criminal "Gepetto".

1: Reach the wild planet known as the "Endless Forest" and locate Gepetto.

2: Play the guise of escorting him to the Hall of Justice on Kamera.

3: Actually drop Gepetto off on some planet of his choosing after receiving a list of his former black list employers. We will hand the list over to the Alliance but say he got away.

We will take a short break back to Carin before beginning the last two jobs.

Spoiler: 6 

6: The Space Specter Job

1: Steal a wormhole generator from the Skorne Empire on the moon of Nibiru. Then escape their impending wrath.

2: Using the wormhole generator and a map given to us by the Specter, we will locate an ancient planet in a forgotten part of space. Once we find the planet we will find a bit of miracle tech called the Atmos that can terraform any planet it's placed on. Once that;s done we decide what to do with it.

Spoiler: Creation Nuances 

So as was said above you can play a human, an alien, a cyborg, or a robot. Each race has it's ups and it's downs.

Humans: The ever present everyman, capable of greatness, but not born great, many must fight for it. You can do anything, even become a cyborg and you are more likely to be born with mutations because of the human's body ability to adapt and evolve. You have the most varied amount of jobs and skills available but not fancy birth-powers like aliens or synthetic might like Cyborgs and Bots. By your lonesome you are killed as easily as a human can be killed.

Aliens: Much like humans, you are organic beings with sometimes squishy bodies. You have the second most available jobs and skills open to you. On top of that you have some birth-powers exclusive to your race. There can be a few but they must be sensible. You also suffer from prejudice in some planets. Can be killed like humans just a touch harder depending on your powers.

Cyborgs: The bastard child of Organic and Synthetic. You are either a human or alien who has willingly undergone augmentation to be stronger, faster, smarter, or tougher than the average Organic. Or someone who needed to be augmented for a job or to save their life. On the down side though you lack the sheer imperviousness to physical trauma robots enjoy and you are limited to what your augs are designed for. If your hands are built to crush steel you can never have the dexterity to do origami. You can also be brought down with enough physical trauma or some kind of strong electrical attack like an EMP burst.

Robots: Gods of the modern world and able to run head long into a meat grinder and come up on top with out even a scratch or walk on the bottom of the oceans with only a GPS to guide you home. Well above the physical levels of the Organics and Half Organics. You can be superhuman in strength, speed, agility, and intelligence. But you are limited to the scope of your maker, if you were designed for war you can never be an artist unless you get a complete overhaul and become a different robot entirely. With your advance abilities and parts you will also need regular maintenance or you will fall in your performance and become a burden. EMPs are also you're worst enemy a big enough one can render you inoperable until someone can fix you. You also need to charge your power core every few months.

Skeleton

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance(pic and description):
Race:
Job:

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4):
Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5):
Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):
Armor(one sensible suit of armor):
Augs(Limit of 3):

Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Other:


The Crew/ reserved spots

Here's an explanation of jobs and ranks, many of these are rather obvious but some I will explain further.

Quartermaster: You are in charge of not only setting up supply runs, but keeping track of weapons, armor, Augs, tools, and whatever cargo the ship has. You are the top third officer should the Captain and First Mate be unable to do their jobs.

Sensors Operator: You're the one that watches all the radar, lidar, thermal, optical, and coordinates with the Gunners and Navigator to keep us all alive.

Asst. Navigator: If it's not steering the ship when the Navigator needs to check charts, it's checking the charts while the Navigator steers. You are the Navigator's helper and co-pilot.

Gunner: From using the ships Rail Cannons to the heavy weapons of dismount, you are the big hitters and Front-Line Guards of the Black Star.

Mechanic: You fix the Cyborgs, Bots, ship, and gear. You are the master of all things hardware.

Medic: You are the White Mage of the ship, you take care of the crew, and you make sure we all don't die from too many laser holes.

Asst. Medic: You are the White Mage's helper, you take care of the crew the Medic can't, and you help make sure we all don't die from too many laser holes.

Engineer: Like the Mechanic, you are the master of fixing things. But instead of hardware you work with software. Systems for the ship, Bots and Cys are under your sphere of influence. You are also the Crew's resident hacker.

Asst. Engineer: Like the Asst. Mechanic, you are the Master of fixing things helper. But instead of hardware you work with software. Systems for the ship, Bots and Cys are under your sphere of influence. You are also one of the Crew's resident hackers.

Scout: You are the ship's primary dismounts and intel gatherers. The Gunner is the Guard, and you are the Sniper. Light in weaponry and armor you supplement the Expedition Crew and scope out the terrain before the crew lands.


Captain: Dar-Togga by Siks
First Mate: Evan Chase by Rayfire

Quartermaster: Xantos Skaros by Dnafein
Cook: Michael Atreides by Wakachukie

Communication: Aidebot by Juicesir
Sensors Operator: Roxi Ringpelt NPC Could be replaced

Navigator: Syran “Sy” Baxter by Sinderella
Asst. Navigator: Racer NPC

Head Gunner: Killbot by Siks
Gunner#1: Reserved for GeildPhantom on 6/17/2016
Gunner#2: Samuel ‘Sam’ Lorn by Pheasant
Gunner#3: Open

Head Mechanic: Shinkei Sahoun by Koti
Asst. Mechanic: OPEN

Head Medic: Dave Nichols by Storm
Asst. Medic: Rockford Ringpelt NPC Could be replaced

Head Engineer: Ekaterina "Kat" Caiven Rovitz by Arthera
Asst. Engineer: Duke Solar NPC Could be replaced

Head Scout: Bailey Gray by MarchingThunder
Scout#1: Rivet NPC
Scout#2: Oren Aoki by Storm
Scout#3: OPEN


NPC : Sir Maximus Starcore GM NPC

Waiting to join

Aux Mechanic: Randy "Block" Grey by ShiftyTide

Aux Medic: Dr. Karina "Kari" Devauul by Setsa


Waiting to be taken out

Scyllia Oblige by The Internet

Rey Goldheart by Elizabeth16

Spoiler: Togga's Family 

Spoiler: Dar-Yashy 

Name: Dar-Yashy
Age: 53
Gender: Female
Appearance(pic and description):

Spoiler: Yashy 

6'10 weighing 450 pounds. Only wearing that bikini on their visits back home. Yashy is normally dressed in a sensible knee length dress, white t-shirt, and a dark blue denim jacket. Like her husband and daughter she has a breathing apparatus to survive outside of the water for extended lengths of time. Hers is a dark green in color.

Race: Sharterran
Job: Togga's wife and manager of the Deep Sea Treasures general goods store.

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4):

Enhanced Physicality: With a combination of physical training, being a dancer, and a naturally powerful body from swimming and living under massive gravitational pressures under the waves of her homeworld. Yashy is 3 times as strong as most races rivaling some combat droids.

Her endurance both in and out of the water is impressive, she can jog for many miles at a time. She's got extremely tough and scaly skin that can shrugs off most blades and blunt attacks. She is quick to acclimate to changes in his environment. Out of the water she nearly as fast as in it, lots of females get that boost not being as heavily muscular as males.

Waterbreathing and adaptation: This goes without saying, she can breath underwater and quickly adjust to intense changes in atmospheric pressure and temperature. She can swim up to 70 MPH and dive up to 7 miles down.

Claws and Teeth: With strong claws and tough teeth she can bite and slash through thick bones and tough hides with enough effort.

Keen Senses: Just like normal sharks she has electric sensors in her muzzle that give her the ability to sense the electric currents that are present in every living thing and machine. Under water it's stronger giving her a tracking range of 5 miles. Out of the water though the sensing is limited to around 20 feet. Her sense of smell both in and out of the water is keen enough to pick up blood in the water or the smell of blood in the air within 10 miles. And she can see in total darkness.


Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5):

Gunwoman: Yashy is an expert shooter and keenly accurate enough up to 150 yards with most pistols and 900 yards with most rifles. She's a better shot than her husband.

Smart Merchant: Yashy has been a successful Merchant for over 30 years of her life before moving to Carin. She's great with numbers and has a skill for planning ahead.

Fighter: While not as good as her daughter, Yashy does know how to use her body as a weapon and dish out some crippling pain.

Dancer: She was a dancer in her youth, and while she hasn't done anything professional for years, she continues to do the exercises and movements to keep fit and keep her husband from swimming around someone else's lagoon.

Intelligence: Togga is the brawn, Jeela is the speed, and Yashy is the brains. She's the planner and the complex mind behind Togga's mercantile empire.

Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):

She always carries the pistol and twist knife on her.

A Jakobs Longshot Particle pistol

A triple twist knife with an aluminum sheath that can double as a black jack when attached to the knife.

The Combat Shotgun and Particle Rifles are kept in the shop for defense or when she needs to go out on the Black Star for trade.

A Combat Shotgun

Togga Tech Particle Rifle

Armor(one sensible suit of armor): She wears a specially made suit of Dragon Scale. A gel and ceramic substance, that is resistant to most conventional rounds and most kinds of claw, blade, or hammer. Her version is lighter and made to keep her movement free.

Augs(Limit of 3): N/A

Personality: Much like her Togga, Yashy is tough and very firm when it comes to deals, but unlike him she is willing to cut people a break if they can convince her they deserve one. She's a people person and enjoys being around pleasant people in town. Straight-shooter and always willing to help someone out as long as it doesn't have to do with her husband's shop or the Black Star. Then they are on their own.

Likes: Her family, Chomper, dancing, running the family shop, and most of the crew and their families.
Dislikes: Going into space, cheats, liars, and dealing with the scum that try to hit on her.

Background: Before marrying Togga she was the eldest daughter of the Tah family. They're primarily artists specializing in dance, theater, and singing. Yashy was an accomplished singer and dancer on Piscia and even went on a tour to the more civilized planets to entertain the people. It was on this tour she met Togga. He had been accompanying his eldest brother to help set up shop on the planet and the young Sharterran was catching a show while the paperwork was being finished. It took some dancing and dinner but they felt the spark and he promised to look her up next time she's back on Piscia. He kept that promise and by the rainy season they were wed, it was around this time Togga's father was killed and with his other's siblings already established he had to take over the business. It was tiresome at times, but she had faith they'd get a chance to make their mark on the galaxy A few years passed and she gave birth to their first child Jeela, things were good but stagnant, the static was broken though when Togga's uncle returned home and took over the home store, almost a week after that happened all three of them were on the shuttle for Vildnis.

The weather was not what they had expected cold, dry, and far more dangerous than Piscia. She was afraid Jeela would get sick and die which forced her to pretty much hide in their house until she felt brave enough to test out the planet. It didn't kill her or the baby, but it wasn't until Jeela was walking and talking that she decided to seek employment as a bartender at the local saloon. She rediscovered her people skills and soon became a well-liked and respected woman, the perfect buffer for her extremely stubborn and intimidating husband. She has remained happy and faithful to Togga through all the ups and downs and supported him totally through the betrayal and his taking over the Black Star. Now she's the manager and actual owner of the Deep Sea Treasure's Store, with Togga being a Pirate Captain and Jeela being too young it was the obvious choice. Now just like on Vildnis she a well-liked and highly respected merchant, unlike on Vildnis though she's also got a reputation for putting bullets quickly into the skulls of anyone that cause trouble in the shop.

Spoiler: Dar-Jeela 

Name: Dar-Jeela
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance(pic and description):

Spoiler: Jeela 

6'5 weighing 250 pounds. Her clothes consist of form fitting shirts, pants and sometimes dresses. Her breathing apparatus is violet in color.

Race: Sharterran
Job: Bartender at the Silver Tooth Saloon, Prize-Fighter, and part-timer in her mother's shop.

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4):

Enhanced Physicality: With a combination of physical training, being a professional prize-fighter, and a naturally powerful body from swimming and living under massive gravitational pressures under the waves of her homeworld. Jeela is 4 times as strong as most races rivaling some combat droids.

Her endurance both in and out of the water is impressive, she can jog for many miles at a time. She's got extremely tough and scaly skin that can shrugs off most blades and blunt attacks. She is quick to acclimate to changes in his environment. Out of the water she nearly as fast as in it, lots of females get that boost not being as heavily muscular as males.

Waterbreathing and adaptation: This goes without saying, she can breath underwater and quickly adjust to intense changes in atmospheric pressure and temperature. She can swim up to 80 MPH and dive up to 7 miles down.

Claws and Teeth: With strong claws and tough teeth she can bite and slash through thick bones and tough hides with enough effort.

Keen Senses: Just like normal sharks she has electric sensors in her muzzle that give her the ability to sense the electric currents that are present in every living thing and machine. Under water it's stronger giving her a tracking range of 5 miles. Out of the water though the sensing is limited to around 20 feet. Her sense of smell both in and out of the water is keen enough to pick up blood in the water or the smell of blood in the air within 10 miles. And she can see in total darkness.

Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5):

Gunwoman: Jeela is a decent shooter and keenly accurate enough up to 75 yards with most pistols and 300 yards with most rifles.

Merchant: While not nearly as good as her folks, Jeela has been around the Merchant business enough to know a trick or two. And she's learned even more after she started working in the Silver Tooth Saloon.

Prize-Fighter: Ever since she was 18, she's been a fighter. And her skill has only grown since her days on Vildnis. She's won a large number of intergalactic women's competitions and co-ed ones. Going by the fight name of Fangs, she's a quick and decisive fighter, often ending her matches before the first round bell. And so far she likes it more than being a Merchant.

Athlete: Having always been an active girl and never having have to work herself to death to pay bills. Jeela spent and still does spend much time exercising and conditioning. Being more built for speed than power she runs, dances, and dodges around the gym in her apartment. Everyday for many hours in fact.

Speed: Jeela is the speed, having dedicated herself to this facet a touch more than her other work-outs she can outrun and react faster than both of her parents and many of the Black Star Crew in fact. If you are lucky enough to catch her you best expect a lighting quick punch to the face or knee to the gut for your trouble.

Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):

A pair of Jakobs Particle pistols with hypersonic charges for short range issues.

Space Alloy knife


Armor(one sensible suit of armor): Never being a fan of heavy armor, Jeela chose a
an elastic leather armor that absorbs damage in a similar way to kevlar but is much lighter.

Augs(Limit of 3): The Cosmic Beauty CO's, Aphrodite realistic hair Aug. It implants a formally hairless race with the ability to have, grow, clean, and take care of a real head of hair. It also changes color at the wearers' will.

Personality: A mix of her mother's compassion and her father's stubbornness. She likes being social with the more civil people of Carin and enjoys seeing the different faces that come through the doors of the Silver Fang. She's not blind to the attention of some of the young men but she plays it cool, knowing her father will scare away all but the most dedicated of suitors.

She's keen to the world around her and it's tough to trick her since she can smell trouble coming a mile away.

Likes: Her family, Chomper, men, Prize-Fighting, her fellow Prize-Fighters, and a good challenge.
Dislikes: Grabby men and women, cheaters, pushy or impatient people, and veggies.

Background: Jeela's life pretty much began on Vildnis. She barely remembers being on Piscia as a baby and even after visiting there every winter, the cold hard planet where her room is felt more like home. She was educated by her folks and taught how to survive on dry land without getting a Vild’ziin arrow or miner's bullet in her back. Part of that education involved being a hard worker and not relying on the wealth of her parents to do everything for her. One thing she wanted more than anything was an actual head of hair not just a wig. She developed this desire seeing all the wonderful hair styles of visitors and feeling the softness of the planet's Natives' and animals' fur. She doesn't think being hairless is ugly she just wanted to be able to comb her hair like the little girls she grew up around and wear the fashions they wore. Some would say it's a shallow thing to want but chances are they've never been a fish person living on a cold planet where she was already alienated for being an alien and the daughter of the richest man in town without being hairless to boot.

Her father was at first hesitant about the goal, but her saint of a mother explained at least she has a goal unlike that freeloading brother of Raymond Wolfthorn she's watched floating around the Saloon flirting with every pretty girl he saw. He even had the balls to flirt with Yashy when he drank enough she always said it was a good Togga wasn't there otherwise the Wolfthorns would have one less mouth the feed. With logic like that Togga couldn't deny it, he just hoped she would grow out of it and want a car like a normal teenager. There is a reason Sharterrans don't have any hair or fur, it impedes their swimming ability and thusly their hunting ability.

But upon young Jeela discovering her skill with Martial Arts after saving herself from getting raped by breaking the guy's arm at the elbow and hip-tossing him to the ground before she bit the back of his head and killed him. While she wasn't too keen on the killing part she liked how it felt to use the knowledge she learned in a movie and save her life with it. After that she went from teacher to teacher learning everything she could about hand-to-hand fighting. Her father, Old Man Wolfthorn, his eldest son Raymond, the local Bounty Hunter, even some of the more friendly Vild’ziin. Once those resources were dry she asked everyone coming to the planet that looked like a fighter or those she knew were fighters to teach her what they could. While some refused, other's rather enjoyed the idea of having such an eager and rich pupil under their tutelage. She learned quickly and found herself winning small tournaments in at least third place and sometimes even first. She trained for five years until she found herself through the doors of the Intergalactic Female Fighter's Tournament. The best Female fighters from all over, some with names and styles she couldn't even pronounce.

Her first time through was a resounding lose despite getting into the Semi-Finals. With a taste of the "big leagues" still fresh on her tongue she left with her head held high and dove right back into her training. Eventually coming across a Kessen from the planet Skillio known as Leo Swiftpaw, or as he preferred to be called "Wallop the Cat". He had been on a similar journey as young Jeela, for many more years mind you, but still the same journey. He had mastered many forms of Martial Arts from all over the universe and with old age creeping up on him, he thought teaching what her knew to a young person would be a grand idea. They stared immediately and the following year Jeela won the IGFFT with a spectacular knock-out of ironically enough, a fellow Piscian. Ever since she's been in the top three of the big tournaments and took gold in every smaller one she entered. And now between tournaments she works for some spending cash and hangs around Carin waiting for her father to let her try the whole space piracy thing.

Spoiler: Chomper 

Name: Chomper
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Appearance(pic and description):

Spoiler: Chomper 

6 feet long 5 feet tall weighing 400 pounds. His skin is usually that color, but it changes with his emotions. If he's happy it turns a bright salmon color, if he's sad it becomes a dull steely gray, and when he's mad it becomes a violent fiery red. His body is littered with scars from his days in the Army.

Race: Sharnine
Job: Deep Sea Treasure's mascot and guard.

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4):

Enhanced Physicality: With a combination of being a highly trained solider and a naturally powerful body from swimming and living under massive gravitational pressures under the waves of his homeworld.

Chomper is 6 times as strong as most races rivaling some combat droids.
His endurance both in and out of the water is impressive, he can run for many miles at a time. He's got extremely tough and scaly skin that can shrugs off most melee attacks and some bullets. He is quick to acclimate to changes in his environment. Out of the water he's just as fast.

Waterbreathing and adaptation: This goes without saying, he can breath underwater and quickly adjust to intense changes in atmospheric pressure and temperature. He can swim up to 85 MPH and dive up to 7 miles down.

Claws and Teeth: Sharnines, in ancient Piscian times were the Fast Infantry of the Sharterran army. Not just dogs of war but their very own military branch of the Infantry. Their claws, teeth, and hides are very strong and can shred tough hide and even metal.

Keen Senses: Just like normal sharks he has electric sensors in his muzzle that give him the ability to sense the electric currents that are present in every living thing and machine. Under water it's stronger giving him a tracking range of 10 miles. Out of the water though the sensing is limited to around 50 feet. His sense of smell both in and out of the water is keen enough to pick up blood in the water or the smell of blood in the air within 15 miles. And he can see in total darkness.


Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5):

Tracker: Having the best of a normal dog's senses and a normal shark's, Chomper can track anything given enough time, and can even pick up a trail that's months old.

Battler: Like most of his kind he served in the Piscian military as Vanguard and shock troops. Trained to follow commands perfectly and kill as quickly as possible. Chomper served for 15 years before retiring with honors and given to Dar-Togga and his family to honor their many accomplishments for the betterment of the Sharterran Race. He's a trained killer and vicious to boot.

Guardian: Like any dog he protects those he loves and has a skill for sniffing it out and destroying it before it strikes.

Smart: All Sharnines are smart, being on level with Chimps. They understand language and react accordingly.

Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons): Usually none but he has metal claws that can be attached to his feet to make his already strong slashes even more so. Being able to slash through tough Combat Armor.

Armor(one sensible suit of armor): Very much like his claws he doesn't usually have armor, but when he's going off into space with Togga he is given an damage resistant vest, helmet, and boots.

Augs(Limit of 3):N/A

Personality: Despite being a hardened warrior hound, Chomper is quiet genial and pleasant when in good mood and company. Avoid yelling around him though, years of listening to explosions have given him sensitive ears and yelling hurts. He is also very protective of his family, Jeela in particular. He goes everywhere with her when she's walking around Carin.

Likes: His family, meat, cool water, warm water, hunting, and his favorite chewy bone made of a high tech and invulnerable get that not even his teeth and claws can shred. It's a rare material and Togga got it in a trade so, it's unlikely they'd be able to replace it even if the Sharnine could destroy it.

Dislikes: Loud noises, hot water, ice cold water, being bored, cats and Sabor and Leo in particular.

Background: Born into the Sharnine Vanguard, Chomper's life was training, eating, sleeping, and war. He's spilt the blood of Skorne, Skillions, humans, and nearly every other race that was foolish enough to square off with the Shark People. Scars adorn his skin and medals dancing along the spine of his armor and hang above his bed in the Dar House. As is the law he served for 15 years then he was given to an esteemed family and they were given the choice to keep him in the military or take him home.

The Dars decided to take him home, at first Chomper was upset. All he knew was war and protecting, he wasn't built to be some lapdog both literally and figuratively. Much to the wardogs surprise though, he grew to enjoy the rest and relaxation. He adjusted well into the couch potato, lazing the days away, and sleeping like a rock all night. It was the good life, but upon Jeela's birth he was back in warrior mode and dedicated himself to protecting the little Pup. This instinct is common and believed to originated back to the ancient days when Sharnine's raised young Sharterrans while their parents were away.Ever since then he has been the girl's constant companion and ofttimes her savior.

1. All RPA Rules and Mature Section rules apply.
2. I made this a mature RP for the reason of creative freedom, anything goes for the most part as long as none of the rules are broken
3. I am the GM and as such I have the last say in issues.
4. Any issues between players deal with in PMs.
5. If the problem persists send me both sides and I'll see if I can help.
6. If I help and it continues ask a mod or get out.
7. Be active and post at least a paragraph a post.
8. Ignorance of the rules won't save you if you break them.
9. Be smart, have fun, and no modding or powerplaying.
10. Any new RP ideas are welcome just run them by me and we'll see about working them out.
11. Inactivity will be punished by the death of your char.
12. The GM is the only judge of inactivity, when the RP is going well it's a week unless you send me word of your inactivity then I'll pull you along but after two weeks your character will be on the chopping block unless you have a good reason for not being around. And after three weeks they die no matter what.
13. Reserves will only be held for a week before you lose it.
14. Keep all powers, mutations, abilities, augs, and skills sensible and not OP.
15. Same goes for Weapons and Armor.
16. Augs are singular in purpose and just enhance a natural ability. Over use of the aug though will result in it's failure.
17. Limit of two chars a player.
18. If you've read down this far, add a good in-character at least 2 paragraph scene in the Other section of the sheet.

*I reserve the right to add, delete, or change any rule at any time.*

[MarchingThunder]

Name: Bailey S. Gray
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Bailey is slimly built, standing at 5’ 8” with only a moderate C bust and her hips are rather wide with a well shaped and toned ass. Solid, hard working muscles sit beneath a smoothing layer of fat across he entire body, providing a very pleasant form to look at. Her eyes are the color of burnished gold and her hair which reaches to midway down her back is primarily silver with darker gray highlights scattered throughout. Though her body is now customizable due to her cyborg status, Bailey has not changed her appearance to waver from what she looked like as a human.
Race: Cyborg, former human
Job: Head of Scouting Party
Racial Skills and Abilities:
~Energy Generation Dynamo - The energy dynamo is a device installed within the bodies of all Mk. IX cyborg commandos. The device functions to through methods that are still not fully understood to pull energy from the curvature of space-time, functioning on dimensions other than the standard three dimensions of movement and the one dimension of time. Use of the dynamo with living beings is rare as during the Mk. IX series severe mental disturbances were found to be caused by prolonged exposure to the device, something unavoidable as it is what powered their bodies. Complications have been found, as when attempting to dispose of soldiers with the dynamo, nothing short of complete chunking was found to be sufficient as the dynamo provided a link between their minds and higher dimensions, allowing them to continue existing and regenerate from even horrendous, mission usually ending damage.
~Synthetic Body - A fully synthetic body featuring synthetic muscle fibers, nano-lattice bones, nanomachine 'gray-goo' blood, time-dilation processors, and a fully synthetic brain permit a Mk. IX to perform activities and actions at speeds and accelerations that would make mincemeat of humans though easily within robotic limits. With reaction times off the charts, and a body capable of following along, a Mk. IX cyborg is capable of acting and reacting faster than nearly anything else.
~Nano-Regeneration - The second feat of the Mk. IX takes astounding advantage of the energy generation dynamo by using it to create energy-to-mass reactions to create nano-machines on an as needed basis to repair any damage suffered by the cyborg unit. Small wounds can be repaired within minutes, but larger damage including limb loss and large traumas can require other systems to be power restricted to ensure speedy recovery. Recovery can be slowed however in order to maintain full strength in exchange for slowing down repairs.
~Plasma Generation - Specialized organs throughout the body that replaced some of the original human organs allow for the generation of super high temperature plasma along with intense electromagnetic fields. These fields can be used on their own, or to shape and control the plasma as a melee weapon in various shapes.
Normal Skills and Abilities:
~Close Combat Expert - Owing to her training and her own experience, Bailey is an extremely proficient and deadly close quarters combatant.
~Ranged Combat Expert - Also owing to her training and her own experience, Bailey is an extremely proficient and deadly in the use of ranged weapons.
~Cook - Though not the ship’s chef, Bailey is still quite capable of feeding herself.
Weapons:
~Heavy Rail Rifle - A heavy battle rifle designed for short to medium range combat, this sleek, black and gray rifle uses linear rails and a power supply linked to the user to fire three round bursts of heavy, Mach 9 general purpose rounds. Specialty ammo can be used, effective against both hard and soft targets.
~Rail Submachine Gun - A lighter weight and shorter version of the Heavy Rail Rifle, the Rail Submachine Gun is closer to a gattling gun as it uses a series of rotating rails within its body to maintain an extremely high rate of fire between six hundred and fifteen hundred rounds per minute. As with the HRR, the Rail Submachine Gun requires an external power source provided by the user.
~KS-23 Riot Shotgun - A museum piece of a weapon, the KS-23 is Bailey’s pride and joy. A shotgun from Russia, the weapon is made from discarded anti-aircraft barrels of 23mm, classifying the weapon as 4 gauge shotgun. Slugs from the weapon are capable of piercing light armor and disabling vehicles at more than three hundred meters.
~Combat Knife - Bailey carries an eleven and a half in combat knife, the blade is black and serrated on the reverse edge.
Armor:
~Haven Armor - Even with the powerful and resilient bodies they possess, Mk. IX cyborgs still wear at least light combat armor which consists of an armored body suit, heavy bracers and greaves and a helmet with built in sensors to aid in the detection of enemies.
Augs:
~Stealth System - A portable stealth generator, this item completely masks all light, thermal, and sound emissions from the user, however significant power restrictions require that it either have an exterior power supply, or only short usages.
Personality:
Mild is the best way to describe Gray. She rarely objects to anything other than blatant foolishness and idiocy. Preferring to go with the flow, she'll follow what orders are given to her and will fulfill them to the best of her abilities. Simple praise is enough to motivate her to push even harder than before, owing to her desire for acceptance. However she is still very capable of giving orders and taking command of the situation, a trait she picked up in the Special Forces. Below everything though, Bailey is more than willing to engage in childish behavior is the source of more than a few vexing pranks across the BlackStar.
Likes:
~Pranks
~Playing poker
~Cleaning her weapons
~Burgers
Dislikes:
~Being yelled at
~Stupid people
~Screwing up (her or others)
Background:
From birth, nothing but perfection was accepted by Bailey's parents. While not a disability or in anyway defective, the genetic disorder that caused her silver-gray hair put her behind in her parents' graces out of the gate. Till she graduated high school at eighteen and entered the military, Gray faced harsh punishments and cruel dismissals by her family every time she failed to make perfect grades of to be on the varsity sports teams. Once she entered the military, Gray cut ties with her family.

In the military, Gray found that she could pass with relative ease provided that she did her best, working to continue avoiding conflict and enjoying the acceptance of being part of a group that was closer to being her family than her own family had been. At twenty-two, she joined the Special Forces and underwent cyborg transformation, becoming one of the first of the Mk. IX series combat cyborgs. Five years of loyal and effective service followed this before the decision was made in command to retire the Mk. Ix’s due to mental instabilities displayed in a significant percentage of those who had undergone the process. Rather than be removed from her body and downgraded to a generic cyborg body, Bailey left the military and is officially AWOL after breaking out of holding, listed as extremely dangerous but low priority to not be approached without significant reinforcements.

After several months on the move as a fugitive, Bailey fell in with the crew of the Black Star after having been caught in one of their raids only to become rather miffed at the ability of their crew and deciding that it would be better for an expert to show them how it was done.
Other:
Within a solid steel room, buried deep within the bowels a navy battleship, two people sat at a polished steel table, facing each other across the mirror smooth surface. One was an older man in a sharp dress uniform, a briefcase resting beside him on the floor and a number of papers laid out on the table before him. The other person was a woman in her mid twenties in a casual black and gray uniform, silver and gray hair reaching midway down her chest as she rested her elbows on the table and held her pale face in her hands, as she sighed before leaning back in her seat, her hands resting on her knees.

“For the record of this investigation, please state your full name, rank and serial number,” the man spoke in a gravelly voice as he pulled a small audio recorder from his pocket and flipped it into the ‘on’ position.

“Name: Bailey Samantha Gray, rank: Sergeant Major, serial number: MSF-90664722301,” the woman, Bailey Gray, stated, her voice firm and solid as she closed her gold-brown eyes.

“Thank you Sergeant Major,” the man replied, “now for the record, you have not been accused of anything in this investigation of the events of the SOLOMON’s TEMPLE operation. However false testimony will see you tried for perjury and potentially treason under the JAG articles. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” she replied, her voice not wavering in the least.

“Very well. Now please, in your own words, explain the events that occurred during OPERATION SOLOMON’s TEMPLE.”

“Understood sir,” Bailey replied, pausing for several seconds to take a breath and gather her thoughts before she continued speaking, “OPERATION SOLOMON’S TEMPLE started in the muster room of the XNV-Oriskany where the Lieutenant began to explain the mission we had been given after that, we deployed…”

~~||~~

Ten minutes into the mission and Bailey stood just beside the inner airlock of the target ship. across the doorway were two more soldiers in similar armor to her own black and gray Haven armor and behind her way another. Each of them was carrying a weapon at the ready, two of them carrying SMGs, the third an assault rifle, and lastly she was carrying her KS-23. Nodding her head, Bailey flashed three fingers with her left hand before two and then one before a closed fist. At that instant, a breaching charge in the center of the door ignited, blowing the airlock doors inward and off their slides.

Within a split second Bailey had moved through the door low, the soldier behind her high and a matching position on the other side of the door as they searched the hallway for targets. As two people were highlighted by the system in her helmet, she aimed her shotgun and pulled the trigger, firing a heavy, four gauge slug down the hallway to pierce through the chest of a crewman in a spray of blood and gore out the back.

“Clear!” “Clear!” “Clear!”

the three shouts were the signal to her as she nodded and sprinted down the hallway, her KS-23 at her shoulder and ready as they made their way through ship.

~~||~~

Three decks down and eight shells later, Bailey’s group piled up outside the massive doors of a cargo bay. sharing nods with her team before tapping the ‘open’ button on the bay doors, watching as they slid sideways into the walls before a hail of gunfire came out of the open bay, forcing them into cover to avoid the fire. A nod to her soldier across the door was enough to get a flash bang rolling in through the door. Curses followed from the other side followed by the resounding bangs of the weapons before her squad rounded the corners, guns levels as they opened up on the crewmen who were still standing in the open. There was a spattering of return fire, but those few rounds were poorly aimed or glanced off of their body armor.

When the sensors finally registered clear after another half dozen minutes of pitched combat, Bailey carefully lead her group inside, sweeping side to side before arriving at a massive, sealed container painted with hazard signs.

“Spread out, secure the room,” she ordered before tapping into her comm line.

“Command, objective secure, ready for extraction,” she said calmly.

And then the shit hit the fan.

[Dnafein]

Spoiler: Quarter Master 

Name: Xanatos "Xan" Skaros
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Spoiler: Appearance: 

Xanatos stands at 4' 9" of wiry muscle, and brown fur. His hairless tail is 2' 6" in length. He generally wears the finest silks he can find, while draping himself in jewelry.

Race: Rodentian
Job: Quartermaster

Spoiler: Racial Skills and Abilities: 

• Darkvision: Rodentian's are as comfortable in the dark as they are in lighted environments. Darkvision is the extraordinary ability to see with no light source at all, out to a range of 100 feet. Darkvision is black and white only (colors cannot be discerned). It does not allow characters to see anything that they could not see otherwise -- camouflage that relies solely on color however is easier to see when viewed via darkvision. The presence of light does not spoil darkvision.
• Incisors: Rodentian teeth are continue growing throughout the their life. This makes their teeth incredibly strong and requires them to gnaw on specialized dental care products. A rodentian can chew through lead, concrete and steel.
• Resiliant: Rodentians are remarkably tough. A Rodentian can fall 500 feet without getting hurt and are capable of squeezing into spaces a quarter of their size.
• Nimble: Rodentian are natural climbers and acrobats. They can climb easily climb a rough surfaced wall with no real hand or foot holds; they can easily cross a narrow beam, and with some effort can cross a tightrope. With flexibility offers aid in escaping from simple bindings.

Spoiler: Normal Skills and Abilities: 

• Business Administration: Xanatos always had a head for numbers, this translates well into who gets what cut, how much food/fuel/air is needed to reach next refuel spot etc etc.
• Bargaining: Xan' s head for numbers, and countless hours of research he spends generally sends him to the negotiation table with information on the other party and a strategy.
• Con: Xan is charming, he wants the best stuff for the lowest price, and has no problem researching the people he deals with. Of course he's gonna swindle a few swindlers...
• Streetwise: Xanatos used his extended friends and family to build a network of contacts in the universes seedy underbelly. Xanatos' underworld contacts are capable of occasionally providing him information, hard to come by supplies or otherwise unattainable items.
• Bureaucracy: Using his network of seedy illicit contacts Xanatos built an equally extensive contact among the various governments threaded throughout the verse. Like his underworld agents, Xanatos' government contacts are capable of occasionally providing him information, hard to come by supplies or otherwise unattainable items.

Spoiler: Weapons: 

All weapons are resized to fit Xanatos' smaller frame.

Spoiler: Zat'nik'tel 

Zat'nik'tels are fired by squeezing the bottom curve where the gun is held. The Zat is unique in the way it works. One shot is shown to incapacitate a victim and causes immense pain, while a second shot kills them. The shots do not have to be right after the other, as some have been killed several minutes after the first Zat blast; however, an extended period of time between shots will cause the effect to wear off and two new shots will be necessary to kill. A third shot will disintegrate the victim and their clothing, and will also disintegrate small inanimate objects with low densities, leaving no visible trace of their existence

Spoiler: Omni blade 

The "omni-blade" is a disposable silicon-carbide weapon flash-forged by the tool's mini-fabricator. The transparent, nearly diamond-hard blade is created and suspended in a mass effect field safely away from the user's skin. Warning lights illuminate the field so the searing-hot blade only burns what it is intended to: the opponent. The omni tool fabricator that creates the weapon must be reloaded with a silicon-carbide paste filled canister.

Spoiler: M39 Submachine Gun 

The M39 Submachine Gun (SMG) is a submachine gun manufactured by Armat Battlefield Systems. Due to the relatively low-powered round it fires, the M39 is ineffective against armored opponents. It's lack of penetrating power also makes it useful in urban operations where collateral damage may be a concern, as walls and other obstacles in the environment will effectively stop stray rounds, thereby minimizing the risk to innocent bystanders.

Spoiler: Duke Mk-44 

The Duke Mk.44 has a 7 round magazine which fires slowly and inflicts heavy damage to targets.

Spoiler: Armor: 

The armor of course is resized and shaped to fit Xanatos' form.
Argus class light armor.

Spoiler: Augs: 

• Omni-tool (built into left wrist.): This tool allows Xanatos instant access to his database located on the ship, as well as access to the various accounts related to his job as quartermaster. This device also hides his omni blade weapon.
• Babel Fish: The Babel Fish is a small, leech-like, yellow fish, by putting this into one's ear one can instantly understand anything said in virtually any language.

Personality:
In his personal relationships Xanatos is generally laid back and charming. In business hes focused and bloodthirsty. Xanatos likes to think of himself as being a coward at heart, though he's more of a survivalist. He tries to avoid combat yet is capable of holding his own in a fight.
Likes:

• Money
• Jewelry
• Comfort

Dislikes:

• Violence
• Bad Deals

Spoiler: Background: 

Xanatos was born with a different name and the third of 6 children. His life in the small colony on the fringe of civilized space was exciting. He lost half of his siblings to accidents and the occasional predator. As soon as he was old enough to leave the colony Xanatos did so; He never looked back.

Unfortunately rodentians are not commonly known to be trustworthy. This meant Xanatos' first jobs in civilized space did not have a legal standing. He saved his money and like many of his species Xan had his name changed from his birth name to something more universally pronounceable name. He spent some time researching his name before deciding on Xanatos. He didn't want to repeat the same mistake his cousin Shitbag made. He also took the name change a step further, and has his records altered; This opened up new opportunities.

Xanatos pursued a few classes and then took a job as a low level accountant for a large interplanetary freight shipping company. Unfortunately, he was regularly passed over promotions and was paid poorly during the first three years he worked there. To increase his standard of living Xanatos began running the odd numbers racket.

Eventually he expanded his bookmaking services beyond the odd number racket until he had become one of the biggest bookies in the city. His standing in the underbelly of the city, and his experience as an accountant put him in contact with some of the cities crime lords. Xan quit his day job to become the personal accountant to his new friends. Unfortunately for Xanatos' standard of living there are always gang wars.

Finding himself caught between sides in a gorwing turf war, Xan quickly fled the planet. He hired himself to a small private cargo shipping; well wasn't really a company more of a ship... Anyways, he sold his services as ship's master. His five years of service aboard the cargo ship was the most profitable 5 years of it's service. Alas the ship was raided by pirates.

In the ten years since he had left home Xanatos had been in the occasional fight; however he could see from the start his ship was out numbered. He surrendered immediately, and so was unharmed and present when the pirate quarter master reported on the booty they had taken. Fortunately for Xanatos, he had little patience for the repeated mistakes the quarter master made. Xan corrected the man's miscalculations, and pointed out cargo that had not been reported. With the information he provided Xan had increased the crews prize money by 20%, this lead to the retirement of the pirates quarter master, and an exciting new career for Xanatos.

Other:

Spoiler: Negotiate Hard 

Xanatos slouched over his plate while he waited. From where he sat he could clearly see both entrances to the cantina Xan was to meet his contact in. Hh sat up as three men came through the main entrance,recognizing them he raised his fork in salute before taking another bite of his spaghetti. Xanatos continued to watch the entrances as the three humans approached. "Look boys, Rizzo da rat thinks he knows us.." the leader of the men stated.

Xanatos hid an eye roll with another mouthful of food. He finished chewing as the men reached his table. Looking up into the leaders face xAn began. "You are Eugene Reginald Poole, known as Genepool. The largest manufacturer of the drug known as 'Bathtub Bliss.' To your left is Jamal 'Whiteboy' White, an unusual nickname. And to your right is Anthony 'Hot Rod' Rodriguez." Xanatos set his fork down and motioned to the three empty chairs set at the table before him. "I am Mr. Skaros, and the reason you are here."

The stunned men took their seats, Genepool shook his head and said, "Alright, what do you want?"

Xan gave a half smile. "You recently acquired a shipment of lost medical supplies. I would li-"

"35 K." Genepool interruppted.

Xanatos shrugged the interrupption away but stiffened at the price. "That is double the merchandises value. I think you should actually consider a different price."

The man glanced at his two companions with a smirk. "Is that so... And what price do you recommend?"

"Free."

The three men across the table began laughing. Xanatos leaned back in his chair, seemingly looking for a more comfortable position. There was a mechanical whir followed by a click before both Whiteboy and Hot Rod convulsed and then slumped unconscious in their chairs. Genepool shot to his feet "WHAT THE FU-"

"Language please Mr. Poole" Xanatos interrupted motioning him to be seated with the hand above the table. "Your going to give me the merchandise, because I'm going to save your empire."

"What are you talking about." the man asked as he sat down.

"Well, Mr. Rodriguez is a narc, and Mr. White is ambitious. You give me the location of your donation and I'll tell you were you can find information that proves my statements as fact." Xan shrugged, "Or you can choose to continue to say no, and I'll take my information elsewhere and acquire what I need through other means. Leaving the three of you unconcious at this table with a very large bill." The rodentian gave a big toothy smile. "Well?"

"You can go fu-" The man started before another blast was fired. Genepool slumped in his seat.

"I do believe i warned you about your language." Xan shook his head and finished his plate. He raised his hand and motioned the waiter over. "My narcoleptic friends would like a familty platter each, they need to get their energy up. Additionally I'd like one of each of your desserts to go. They'll cover the bill."

With that he smiled and finished his drink. Shifting to a more comfortable position Xanatos waited for his doggie bag.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Sure thing Fein.

[StormWolf]

Name: Sabor Reinkzar
Age: 45 (physically putting him in his mid 20's)
Gender: Male

Spoiler: Appearance 

Sabor is an image of power and ferocity, standing at 2.03 meters tall with a thickly set muscular physique (275 lbs), bulky ridges of steel-chord muscle covered by his sandy pelt of flaxen gold, rust-brown, and black stripes. With eyes that blaze with the intensity of a blue dwarf star and pupils as deep as the abyss itself. Sabor has pointed and fur-tufted ears and a wild, rust-and-flax mane with a matching patch of thicker fur on his chin, similar to a beard on humans. Sabor's hair is commonly tied in a variety of styles. Some days it can be out and wild, others it could be braided or tied into a ponytail. As all Bayn'gül do, Sabor has a thick, prehensile tail with a bob of fur at the end. His tail is usually free and exposed unless in his Titan armor, which it has a sealed and armored sleeve for it.

Sabor carries on his powerful body a saga of war. Battle scars criss-crossing his thick extremities and powerful core from all manner of weapons, from claws to laser burns. Around his thick neck hangs his Honor Guard tags from his time in the Bayn'gül military, and on another leather chord is a medallion from his home world.

He carries himself with a confident and dangerous saunter of an apex predator, one who has impeccable balance and power coursing through his veins. Most of the time, Sabor clads himself in the traditional Bayn'gül manner - draped in the skins of dead quarry. His slacks and vest are a patchwork of leathers and metal and ceramic armor plates that seem to have been but together by Sabor himself. He also dons a Blood Hunt Duster as a symbol of his prowess, as these coats are only given to hunters and warriors who have earned the skins.

In combat, Sabor commonly dons his titan-class void-sealed heavy armor, fully loaded with enough arms and ammunition to take a frigate by himself.

Job: Gunner

Spoiler: Race: Bayn'gül 

The Bayn’gül are large, proud, and powerful feline-humanoids that inhabit the Death World of Kysmat and its surrounding systems. They are physically intimidating with their powerful hunters’ physiques and large stature. Their skin is covered with short, soft fur and a ‘mane’ grows where human hair would. Depending on geographical environmental orientation, one will begin to notice subtle differentiation in Bayn’gül genetic markers, such as eye color, fur color, etc. Striping is unique to each Bayn’gül like fingerprints are unique to each human. Striping patterns on their fur serve as a way of identification.

Bayn’gül eye colors are vibrant and wild with deep black pupils of a predator. They have retractable claws and extraordinary incisors and canines designed for tearing through flesh.

Spoiler: Racial Skills and Abilities 

Apex Predator - The Bayn'gül are built to last. Their bones are naturally very strong and dense, as well as coated with a naturally occurring layer of graphene, a harder-than-steel material that also grows between the ribs and bone plates that run the length of their spine, all the way to the tip of their tail. In addition, the Bayn'gül have a redundant nervous system, a bi-cardiovascular system, advanced lungs, adrenal glands, toxin-filtering enzymes (in their lungs and digestive tract) and an advanced musculature (including an entire third layer of muscle between the sub dermal and deep muscle layers. Bayn'gül are roughly 1.6 times stronger than a human of similar military conditioning, and that is without using their potent adrenaline rushes. Their metabolism provides them with a longer-than-human life span as well, usually topping off at around 215 years, though it is rare for a Bayn'gül to die of old age.

To kill a Bayn'gül, one needs considerable firepower, preferably a high-frequency energy weapon (like a heavy laser, as it wreaks havoc on their nervous system) or a promethium flame weapon. They are also susceptible to psychic attacks as well. Though it would not kill a Bayn'gül outright (unless it was a massive psychic surge), they would feel the toll of psychic barrage before anyone else. Their skeletal and muscle structure makes them extremely durable to blunt force, blades, and solid projectiles.

Sub-Psychic - The Bayn'gül are peculiar in this particular aspect. Their complex nervous system provides them with a subtle psychic ability that can be best described as a sixth sense. They will be able to feel danger moments before it happens, as well as being able to pick up on the subtle psychic waves that others would miss. This leads to the misconception that Bayn'gül can smell fear and lies on a person, when they are really just picking up on the same sub-psychic frequency from others. This cannot be turned off, so it will naturally leave a Bayn'gül open to psychic assault. It is because of this that Bayn'gül punish deceit by death in their culture. There is no lies from them, making them reliable allies should you have the fortune of calling one friend.

Enhanced Sensed - Bayn'gül have intense senses of hearing, smell, and sight (including being able to see in the dark with time to adjust), in turn providing them with great dexterity and coordination, as well as situational awareness. However, this also means that their senses can be overwhelmed with the right kind of overstimulation.

My Body is My Weapon - From infancy, Bayn'gül are trained to fight, to kill. They know that weapons can - and will - fail the wielder. Guns will run dry, blades will dull, explosives will fall short. In those situations, the Bayn'gül will be confident in knowing that they themselves are just as potent a weapon. With their steely bones and sinew, they also are endowed with rending claws and piercing teeth. Their prehensile tails can even be used as a weapon itself, and their cultural martial art was designed with that in mind.

Spoiler: Normal Skills and Abilities 

Gun-hand - From stunners to gattling lasers, so long as it is infantry portable and has a trigger, Sabor can use it with a considerable margin of success, commonly able to hit a target area the size of a dinner plate at 200 yards with his ballistics of choice with no targeting or aiming assistance.

Ironsides - Sabor has served on a number of military vessels with the Bayn'gül hegemony before joining the Black Star. He can calibrate and terminate with a wide range of ship-class weapons, from flak cannons to Annihilator Cannons.

Honor Guard - Serving as a member of the Honor Guard, Sabor is deadly proficient with the Bayn'gül martial art of Kzin'tau and the associated power sword forms, making a bloody and ferocious display one would not want to find themselves in.

Grenadier - Explosives. Lots, and lots of explosives. Grenades, demo charges, missiles, torpedoes, nukes, and so on. If it makes a bang, a boom, or some other form of combustive reaction, Sabor knows his way around it.

Road Warrior - Land vehicles; whether they hover, walk, or lumber, Sabor probably knows how to drive one. The land vehicles aboard the Black Star and any Bayn'gül military vehicles are the ones that he can pilot with the best results.

Spoiler: Weapons 

-Ronin Particle Magnum Blaster- One hell of a hand canon, the Ronin Blaster is a powerful example of Bayn'gül war technology. Developed during the Pride War, the time of civil war on their home world, this blaster was developed to kill Bayn'gül with ease, making it pretty damn effective at killing most everything else.
The Ronin utilizes rechargeable power cells of solar plasma, giving the Ronin the nickname "star-fire" in the black market community. It has three fire setting (not including safety):
Stun: Stun uses the energy from the power cell rather than the solar plasma itself. While not intended to be lethal, it has the chance to short out augs and will short-circuit most robots, droids, and mechs unless they have EMP shielding. Stun mode has 50 shots per power cell.
Kill: The standard setting for the Ronin, it fires powerful particles of solar plasma that can blow a hole the size of a beer can in most things of Sabor's size and smaller. The heavier and more resistant the enemy, the more they can take from the Ronin. Kill mode has 25 shots per power cell.
Incinerate: The most violent and volatile setting on the Ronin, Incinerate fires a massive burst of plasma at the enemy, most potent at a very close range. It can chew through heavy armor melt a hole through a bulkhead using the entire power cell. Incinerate does risk melting the barrel of the blaster with too much use, and Ronin parts are very rare and extremely expensive to find. Incinerate cuts the power cell down to 10 shots.

-Avenger Plasma Rifle- The Exile is a compact but bulky piece of killing hardware. Outfitted with a large power cell, the Avenger rapid-fires plasma bolts, though Sabor often fires in shorter bursts for accuracy and preventing the barrel from melting. The Avenger is nothing like the Ronin, as it is only designed to kill. The nature of the Avenger's rate-of-fire burns out the power cell, making it unable to recharge and requiring replacements. The Avenger power cell warrants 200 shots and is not cheap. Every 35 shots or so, if not given time to cool, the Avenger will need to be vented. Venting the weapon can take 3-5 seconds, and it cannot be fired.

The underslung barrel fires 70 cal. depleted uranium shells. The magazine carries 5 of them.

-Draggost-Tech Scatter-shot- Built for the Draggostian military, this assault weapon would be classified as a shotgun in one of its two firing modes. The weapon fires tungsten-tipped flachette rounds, making them very volatile and lethal. The other firing mode is an air-burst mode. Using a laser range finder, the microprocessor built into the gun programs the range of optimum lethality into the smart-rounds. On squeezing the trigger, the Draggo will fire the entire shell, the prime combusting in mid air and spraying enemies with flachette in a 3 meter kill radius. The air-burst mode has an effective 100 foot range before the laser can no longer register.

-Kzin'kaan "Warrior's Moon"- The blade of the Bayn'gül Honor Guard, the Kzin'kaan is a melee weapon with keen sharpness and a design for defense as much as offense. The Kzin'kaan was originally designed to work with the Bayn'gül's cultural martial art as well as the tactics of the Honor Guard as a whole. Two adult Honor guard could defend a chamber without backup with these cruel and grotesque weapons.

Forged with the Bayn'gül's treasured alloy, Psitanium, the metal absorbs the sub-psychic vibrations from the wielder's touch, powering the place with a shimmering psychic Force field. This power field vibrates the blade's edge slightly, making the metal burn with a cold heat.

Spoiler: Armor 

Mk.III Titan Armor - Heavy Bayn'gül Honor Guard armor made of ablative graphene ceramic plates and rigid Kzin-steel alloy all over ballistic void-mesh. The helmet provides full comms, heads-up display,, target tracking, and firing solutions for the ship's big guns. Additionally, his suit's OpCom (micro-computer, similar to ME's omnitool) can remotely control the ship's guns with simple firing algorithms.

Augs(Limit of 3): N/A

Personality: Confidence, Honor, Diligence, Ferocity. These are but some of the words one would use to describe Sabor Reinkzar. Some traits are more profound than others, as most well-rounded folk would be hard pressed to find themselves aboard a pirate vessel. Sabor would be more on the ferocious side of the spectrum. To some, he would be called a high-functioning sociopath with acute narcissistic rage, but he is only a cut above most other Bayn'gül males. The reason behind his aggressive nature can often be tied to the high levels of testosterone constantly pumping through his veins. The reason for this would require one to either study Bayn'gül physiology intimately or get Sabor extremely drunk and have him talk about it.

Temper aside, Sabor carries himself with a confident charisma and a savage kind of magnetism. He comes of as initially prickly and jagged, and that outward projection will not change, but further time spent with Sabor will prove him to be rather charming in a raw and less-than-civilized way. He is quick to bust the balls of his fellow crew and even quicker to draw his blaster on some lout running their mouth. Beneath the jagged edges of his pirating years, Sabor still holds at his core the Laws of the Bayn, the strict code of honor that all Bayn'gül live by and the Laws that the Khal'kaan's Honor Guard are expected to be paragons of. As such, he will never lie, even to an enemy. To his kind, lying is reserved for cowards and weaklings, and the weak die quickly on Kysmet
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Likes: Food, fights, drink, the fairer gender, violent and passionate sexual relations, military hardware, exercise
Dislikes: Liars, cowards, all around useless individuals, being confined/constrained, most civilized governments

Background: To be one of the Bayn'gül is to be born into a legacy of survival and warfare. Ever since their entrance into the galactic community, they have done little expansion beyond their own system - a few colonies here and there - but more than anything else, they keep their corner of space to themselves. This time of isolation, in the wake of the terrible Hate War with the Draggost, the Bayn'gül protected their home world with unbridled ferocity. Sabor was born into these distrustful and violent times. The desperate and downtrodden were rife and wild on Kysmet, covering the world in chaos, threatening to destroy them more than the Draggost virus bombs did.

Growing into maturity is such chaos and violence marks an individual, especially on a wild and unforgiving Death World like Kysmet. Sabor was one such individual, where every day in the Military Academy overlooked the bloodshed in the streets. His parents were one of the downtrodden and poor. They knew their life was going to be grim and short, especially with the taxation on offspring. So, for their sake as well as the sake of their cub, they offered Sabor to the Khal'kaan's military. They would care for him, raise him, and hone him into a strong and honorable man. So the State raised Sabor and others like him.

The mind of a child is a powerful thing. So devoid of beliefs and superstitions, it is waiting and willing to be filled with knowledge. The teachings of the Military Academy were all hand-crafted by the Khal'kaan's cabinet (one of his three wives and her advisors) and ultimately approved by the Khal'kaan. The education was propaganda, to put it plainly, designed to implant a devout faith in the Bayn'gül Laws and craft them into patriots glad to spill blood for their leaders without reserve. Those who could not properly absorb the information were discarded, deemed unfit for their harshness of the galaxy. Sabor, on the other hand, absorbed the teachings of the Military Academy voraciously. He was ambitious, which was a volatile but powerful trait in the eyes of the Warmasters. What mattered was that it was a trait they could use. The Warmasters would push young Sabor, promising him honor and glory in the highest so long as he obeyed their orders and the commands of the Khal'kaan.

The years came and went, as did two violent civil uprisings that were put down swiftly and violently. In both of those civil uprisings, Sabor defended the State against rebels, slaying his own people as they had turned against the Chief-of-Cheifs and endangered the balance of power. The status quo, as it was. Sabor served with distinction, proving that for such a hot tempered individual, he was cold when he needed to be. Such ferocity and unquestioning loyalty to the cause was not a trait that could be programmed or taught. Recognizing such qualities in the field, the Warmasters quickly kept the promises made to Sabor, elevating him to the ranks of the Honor Guard by the time he was twenty-five.

As a member of the Honor Guard, Sabor served and trained with the most decorated warriors in all of Kysmet, honing his craft and tempering himself as a warrior and a weapon. Despite his harsh methods, Sabor was greatly adored by the people, for it was his iron claw in the Honor Guard that kept the bubbling cells of anarchists from tearing down Bayn'gül society, even flying far off-world to repel those unfortunate enough to wander into Bayn'gül space. It was Sabor's continuing success, his constant climb up the ladder of status, that brought about his demise in Bayn'gül society. Behind the veil of military gallantry, the cabinet of the Khal'kaan started moving, deviating from the ways of their people, entertaining deceit and underhanded political maneuvering to gain power.

The Bayn'gül had been having growing tensions with the humans as some of their colony territories started to clash. The Bayn'gü population was split on the matter. Some endorsed finally opening the border to the humans and encouraging a multi-cultural populations while others still stood for isolation. From his position on the Honor Guard, Sabor could see that the Bayn'gül were growing too large for their restrictive borders, that space was too vast for them to stay on one small place. That while they were strong, they could not last against humanity and their allies should it come to war. Being highly trusted and regarded by the Khal'kaan and his wives, they were inclined to listen to Sabor, even though he was not an advisor. Sabor had seen more action in his twenty-five years of service than most Prides see in a lifetime career. For the Bayn'gül, that gave his words weight, for they came from wisdom gained through action. The Khal'kaan's inclination to heed the words of his Honor Guard over the nobles infuriated the noble confederates, who quickly grew in number with each passing day.

Ultimately, the confederate movement, named the Tribulan Rygal, orchestrated the assassination of the Khal'kaan. The first assassination since the Bayn'gül ascended into the space age on their planet. Sabor witnessed the assassination and sought retribution for the slain Chief-of-Chief's. Raising his crescent blade high, he bloodied the usurper, readying to remove the traitor head when the rest of the Honor Guard burst through the chamber doors. As if on queue. Sabor was named the assassin, his reputation for ambition and glory-seeking turned against him, as there is no better glory known than to be the Khal'kaan. Sabor was banished beyond the edges of Bayn'gül space, cast adrift in a primitive shuttlecraft.

Sailing the aether for months, running short on food and water, Sabor crash landed on Cairn. Naturally, the fiery impact of a shuttle would not go unnoticed, so the Cairn Militia took up arms to investigate. The wreckage bore the markings of the Bayn'gül, immediately putting them on edge. With a bestial roar, Sabor burst from the wreckage, half-blind from pain and nearly rabid with hunger. He moved unlike anything the militia-men had seen before, cutting through them like a hot knife through snow. Fleeing into the caves and deserts after the initial skirmish, Sabor left nearly thirteen militia dead and another ten wounded, half of which would likely not see it through the night.

Unaware of his location on the galactic map, Sabor made do with surviving in the wilderness of Cairn, ambushing local caravans for supplies, striking patrols in ballsy and innovative attack patterns, never repeating his stratagem more than once. His harassment of the smaller settlements grew so bothersome that they started to set fire to the wilderness itself in an attempt to burn "the beast" out. They succeeded, driving Sabor from the caves and into their spotlights. Sabor knew he was finished, but he would be damned if he did not reach his end roaring into the face of adversity, as was the Bayn'gül way. Charging at the militia firing line, Sabor shouted Bayn'gül profanities at the lot of them. He saw the light of their muzzles flashing. He felt the burn of high-frequency energy hitting his body. Then all was dark.

Imagine his surprise when Sabor awoke in the Cairn prison, shackled to a wall with a cigar-chomping shark-man peering at him through the ray shield of his cell. The shark introduced himself as Togga, what was best described as a leader in the den of scoundrels. It was Togga's paid men that took the greatest ravaging from Sabor's attacks, as it was also Togga's men who finally brought "the beast" down. By Cairn law, it was Togga who got to decide Sabor's fate. It could have been quite simple - just flood the cell with radiation and watch the feline wither and die. Togga was a reputed businessman, though, and he saw an asset that would make back the money lost on his account in spades. Togga gave Sabor a chance to prove himself worthy of being more than a live target at the range. The Bayn'gül proved himself to be worth every penny, and then some.

He has been traveling aboard the Black Star as one of the ship's primer gunners and their de-facto heavy muscle for the uglier jobs, or if Togga just wanted to make the squabs shit their pants. Sabor has made friends and enemies aplenty, even fostering an attraction from the boss' daughter on one of their more recent visits to Cairn, which ended in an impromptu beating. There was also Killbot, who Sabor is constantly in a game of one-upmanship with. After a considerable night of drinking, Sabor hatched the brilliant plan to mess with Killbot's voice module, making the machine sound like Carol Channing while the mechanic was away. Sure, Sabor took a bullet to the leg for it, but the pain was totally worth the laugh.

Many wonder how a man like Togga earned, let alone kept, the loyalty of a man like Sabor. Money? Land? Drugs? Weapons? Women? All good guesses, but what Sabor wants is revenge. To strike back at those who dishonored him and dishonored the Khal'kaan's holy name by breaking the Laws of Bayn'gül for the throne. Togga promised Sabor revenge and retribution as well as a cut of all profits made. For the exiled Honor Guard, that was more than enough.

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Spoiler: RP Sample 

The room was dark, hazy, and it reeked of all things sensual. Bodies writhed and twisted in ecstasy around the central figure, a powerful and masculine paragon looming over the writhing sea of females. They all moaned in unison as he-

"Look alive, people! Bounty Hunters blazing hot off starboard." The Navigator's voice boomed through the ship's intercom, flooding Sabor's metallic chambers with sharp and shrill noises that violently tore him from his dream. He snapped up quickly, banding his brow on the low hanging beams over his bunk.

"Fuck..." Sabor hissed through his clenched teeth, shaking his head to clear out the stars. He repeated the Navigator's announcement through his throbbing head, part hangover and part blunt force. "Naturally, duty calls on my sleeping shift... when I'm having one bomb-ass dream." Sabor mused to himself as he rolled out of his bunk, bare-ass nude, because that was the only way a person should sleep.

Sabor didn't even have time to get any clothes on when the Captain shouted for Gunners to man their stations. Grumbling and cursing under his breath, Sabor slammed the "open" button to his door and ran fro the Combat Information Center, shoving lesser crew out of his way with little effort should they have crossed his path. Some gasped, some gawked, but Sabor cared not that he careened down the metal halls of the ship entirely unclad. Barging into the CIC, Sabor set himself down in the Heavy Cannons' seat. Knitting his fingers together, he cracked his knuckles loudly before setting his hands to dance over the controls. There was an awkward silence in the CIC that was lost to Sabor as he focused on his job.

"Uh... Sab... Diggin' the new outfit, pal..." said one of the other Gunners. Sabor shot them a baleful and seething glare, growling audibly.

"Save it, bilge-snipe. Don't act like you aren't impressed. We all know you are." Sabor's snarl then turned into a wolfish smirk, his thick tail swishing playfully behind him as the other crew in the CIC started to laugh in a playful mirth,

"Now let's turn the hunters into the hunted!" Sabor shouted, entering the firing solution into his computer and letting the rail cannons of the Black Star tear into the bounty hunter ship, shredding their shields like a needle through a bubble and tearing into their hull as if it was tissue paper. The bounty hunters, whoever they were, must have taken the Black Star contract out of desperation, because their ship was complete and utter shit.

[Arthera]

Oh! Haven't been in one of these futuristic RPs in a while! I'm already getting a good idea for an Engineer/Hacker character, so calling dibs on a spot.

[Ryoku]

I'm not suited for any other spot than a runner, so I guess I'll reserve a spot.

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[BumblingBee]

Reserve me medic? I'll have a CS up as soon as I can

[SikstaSlathalin]

Ok peoples, all called reserves are on the list and now just waiting on the sheets to fill them.

I will get to work on my two chars today.