(M)The Black Star Privateers: Blood and Blasters

[Soulio]

Holy shit, Enigma went fucking Tables and Graphs on our asses.

[Splat]

They have wings... but they live... underground?? That seems to be a poor evolutionary choice xD

Also Vasha will be quite frustrated when she can't peek into her mind lol.

[Enigma]

Not evolution, genetic engineering. And Valkyria's gravity is 0.95 Standard, which means they're flightless on their adopted world.

[Cicada]

I'm going to officially go for ship's cook, with a sheet being up tomorrow.

[IronQuill]

Name: Frederic Carcano

Age: 47

Gender(m/f): Male

Appearance:

Spoiler: Carcano 

Carcano doesn’t enjoy showing his face to people, not out of shyness or a vague paranoia, he just wants to be private. At 5’11” with sunbaked skin and dark brown buzzcut hair, Carcano has a soldier’s physique, muscles of a steel cord quality, broad shoulders, and dark green eyes. Beard and mustache, trimmed short, and a tattoo of a rosary on the nape of his neck. Scars from knife, bullet, and claw wounds pock his body in many places.

Race: Human

Job: Gunner - Commander

Racial Skills and Abilities:

Anonymity - Carcano looks no different from any other brutish heavily scarred human thug in the universe, and goodness knows how common they are. He can blend in with a crowd pretty easily.

Sturdy constitution - The human genepool is an incredible thing, having been through the worst the galaxy could throw at it. Carcano can survive in many hostile environments, be hot or cold, dry or murky.

Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5):

Death Trooper - Make no mistake, Carcano is a ruthless killer. His career with his home planet’s fierce law enforcers gave him the skills and moral blind spots he needs to see his mission through. No soul too innocent. No mission too dangerous.

Breach and Clear! - Close Quarters Battle is where he thrives. Carbines, machine guns, shotguns and knives are his bread and butter. If something in the next room needs to die, than he can make it die.

Interrogator - Your average torturer gets their hands dirty getting the answers they needs out of a suspect. Carcano doesn't need to. The occasional subtle threat, outright lies, sheer force of character, those are his tools in the interrogation room.

Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons):

The DEW-7 Dynamo MR - A weapon once ubiquitous to Lancaar's military forces, now something of an obscure novelty. A bulky semi-automatic plasma charge rifle, it is the go-to gun for those who favor stopping power over finesse. Each 12mm plasma charged slug can knock back most human sized targets and blast the hinges off any door and keeps its punch at an effective range of three hundred yards.

25mm Grenade launcher - A revolver type grenade rifle with an effect range of 500 yards. It can load a wide variety of shells and grenades, though Carcano is more on the miserly side and prefers to only use it in absolute necessity. Often times, he loads it with 25mm flechette shells.

Stuttergun - A gift from his girlfriend and quite possibly his only item of sentimental value. A compact, boxy machine pistol chambered for 9mm. What makes this gun remarkable is its high rate of fire, an impressive 1200 rpm at a woeful range of fifty yards. He loads it with heavy-spring loaded straight edge magazines, each filled with 75 high velocity rounds.

Armor(one sensible suit of armor):

Spoiler: Lancaar Mk17 Tactical Enforcer "Visorhound" Exo-Armor 

Lancaar is a large planet with a surface comprised mostly of valleys of toxic wastes and islands of junk and rust. What is considered livable for humans are gargantuan hive like city-states that are countless stories high and blocks wide. For its soldiers to survive this inhospitable hellscape, the planetary government equips its soldiers with the "Visorhound" Exo-Armor. A environmentally sealed exoskeleton with joint servos and pistons that enhance the strength of the user by double, this serves Carcano well as the suit helps accommodate the recoil of his guns. The armor on the suit are sections of carbon ballistic polymer plates inlaid with laminated alloyed steel, the the ballistic polymer resists most small arms fire while the laminated alloy aides in resisting energy blasts that would normally melt through the polymer. The alloy can take a fair share of punishment, able to eat a full magazine from a plasma rifle before giving out.

The helmet comes with a gas filter and a special dual lens visor that serves as a HUD that provides information on the fly, boosting Carcano's tactical awareness. Two stickers of pink cartoon cats adorn the side of his helmet, he never comments on them but he will break fingers if anyone touches them.

What Carcano does not like to admit is that the Mk.17 Visorhound Exo-Armor is obsolete by twenty years. The latest model, The Mk.21 "Scope Dog", lies well within the hands of Lancaar's new regime. Thankfully, parts for the Visorhound's internal workings are reliably common.

Augs(Limit of 3): None

Personality: One of the more unscrupulous members of the Black Star Privateers, Carcano doesn’t really consider the people he works with as people, more like assets that aid in his survival and income. Not to say he’s unsociable, he’s a gentleman through and through, but the Black Star Privateers are not his cup of tea. Still, his loyalty has been bought by the captain and is squarely her’s regardless of any higher bid that is offered. And his is a loyalty well purchased, Carcano is a consummate professional who follows the spirit and letter of his contract who won't let anything get in the way of that. He will treat his crewmates with as much respect as he would his family and lover, but not with the same intimacy.

Likes: Military protocol and tradition, his sister Ronka and her family, his lover Lucerne, fellow professionals.

Dislikes: Alcohol, narcotics, poor hygiene, people, grease stains.

Background: Death Trooper. Most folks would regard those two words put together with disdain. For Carcano, it's a trigger for a bout of nostalgic. For twenty years of his life, Carcano served with his home planet of Lancaar’s infamous Enforcer Legion, the brutal lawmen of the corrupt planetary government. Born to a ranking Legion officer and his concubine, Carcano was raised on the Creed of the Enforcers: Obedience, Ferocity, Duty.

His was a harsh childhood, but one fondly remembered. He was a bastard born son, but one loved by a man who wanted the best for his child. When Carcano was old enough, he enlisted and his ambitions lead him to a career path marked with distinction. He was a Death Trooper of planet Lancaar, and the stars as his witness did he love his job.

But like all good things, his career on Lancaar did not last forever. In an instant, the whole world declared war on itself, a revolution rose up to oppose the Enforcer Legion and the government it protected. The war was long and bloody, but Carcano fought hard. Right or wrong, corrupt or not, the Lancaar he knew was home, and damned if he let it fall. But Lancaar did fall, and he was damned. He was among thousands who fled the vindictive new world order, a refugee of ironic circumstances.

He wandered until he and his family landed on the colony of Carin. He made a bit of a name for himself as competent security consultant and a hitman, but he needed more than a cheap contract to keep his family afloat. One night, after a long day of hunting for contracts, Carcano came home to his nieces playing with what looked like an old data pad. He asked for the device and played its recording. The morning after, he readied his kit and ventured for the headquarters of the Black Star Privateers.

Other:

Spoiler: A night with the Carcanos... 

"Freddie, please tell your pet psycho to put some clothes on."

Carcano looked up from his half-disassembled Dynamo to see Lucerne sprawled out on the sofa across from him in her underwear, next to his little sister still knitting away at a pair of little sweaters meant for her daughters. Lucerne let out a noise that passed off as a defiant groan, invoking a quiet little smile from Carcano.

"Ronka is the head of this house, Lucy. Get dressed." He said, and resumed his work on his Dynamo.

Again, Lurcerne groaned. A little more loudly and defiantly. "Don't wanna," She grumbled. "It's too hot..."

Not looking up from her work, Ronka replied, "Well, that wouldn't be a problem if you actually had a job to help pay for air conditioning. A job like, I don't know, your old waitressing gig!"

Carcano cut in with a raised finger to punctuate.

"For the umpteenth time, hermana, that was not her fault. That punk got too frisky with her, and I corrected him."

Now did Ronka put down set down her knitting needles down and glared at her older brother with her one good eye.

"You corrected him by throwing him through the window! And Lucerne got fired for it!"

Lucerne giggled groggily.

"It was awesome."

Ronka shot a nasty look at Carcano's lover, but Lucerne did not notice as she just fell asleep on the couch. She leaned back into the sofa with a huff, clearly too angry to continue her knitting work.

"Ronka, calm down." Carcano said coolly as he got up from the table. He walked behind the sofa and rested his hands gently onto his sister's shoulders, kneading them ever so gently knowing how stiff they were. He felt Ronka relax, but only a little.

"You're working yourself too hard, you need to relax, hermana. Times are rough, it's been rough for all of us since... You know."

Carcano could not bring himself to say it, but his sister knew what he meant. The Revolution, the great war that drove them all from their homes. That robbed Carcano of his honor and career, and gave Ronka her scars.

"But all of that will change. You know that data pad the girls found?"

Ronka nodded, hesitantly though.

"I checked with some of the techheads in the neighborhood, the recording on it is legit. The Black Stars could be our chance for steady money and a chance to get off Carin." He said, voice still soft. He leaned down and whispered into Ronka's ear.

"Trust me. I am a Carcano, just like you, and Carcanos do anything for familia..."

[SikstaSlathalin]

General: Boy howdy I forgot how quickly things can go all poof when I get busy. I don't normally mind some of the players, especially ones that have RPed with me in the past helping out new players. As long as it doesn't get out of hand. All wells at the end of this session so keep it frosty all.

Vulpes: Yes, we are still open.

Alanoth: Most of what the others said is true mate, more details are always good. I have a couple things for you to look at.

1: When I can guess what a character's skills mean and how the player will use them on my own I don't bother asking for more details. But you will need to explain your boy's skills a little more because they are very wide and a little vague now. But like I did with Angel's girl, the human racial skills of Adaptation and Blending in aren't mandatory for all Borgs. Some Borgs who aren't visibly cybernetic can still blend in and adapt, but once it's known they are Cyborgs those chances drop. Also your guy will need some kind of combat skills. Maybe combat is part of one of the other skills training? Also exceptional skills he was born with could be put under Racial skills and abilities, but you don't have to fill them in if you don't want to.

2: You are missing a key thing at the bottom of your sheet Alan.

Voldaren: The list is up to date, so you can lay claim to any open spot for a week.


Enigma: Damn it Enigma, I was excited at the prospect of a Dapper Badger in my RP.

For the most part your girl is good, but I would like to see the fight you hinted at in the other section, I can see you are good at dialogue, but I'd also like to see how good your chops are at long narration, plus I wanna see how a bird girl kicks three guard's asses. xD

Ninja: I like him and I look forward to seeing him finished.

Zan: The Cook spot is yours.

Alright mates, once the reserves for Mechanic, Engineer, Navigator and Cook are done we will go to IC. In the mean time I'll sniff around for some NPCs to fill in a couple of open spots.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Spoiler: Clive "Rooster" Chance 

Name: Clive Chance
Age: 24
Gender: male

Appearance(pic and description)

Spoiler: Rooster 

Rooster, the man, the myth, the guy, who is only 5'6 and weighs a limber 135lbs. Built like a jackrabbit with the pride of a Rooster. Clive's attitude reflect his style choices too, his hair is spiky, his clothing is cool and a combination of leather and fine cotton. His eyes mischievous and brown and his lips curled in a perpetual smirk.

Race: Mutant Human
Job: Chief Scout

Racial Skills and Abilities (limit of 4)

Natural Adaptation: If there is one thing humans are good at besides tearing themselves apart, it's adapting to their environment.

Blending In: Thanks to the fact that humans have populated the universe now, most planets, Clive can blend in pretty well, simply because of his race.

Sound mimicry: A mutant ability from birth. Rooster can mimic many sounds he's heard, animals calls, machinery, and even sound effects like the sound of machine gun fire.

Lucky: A possible phantasmal mutation. Clive has had strangely random and potent luck his entire life.

Normal Skills and Abilities(limit of 5)

Clever Scoundrel: Years of running around the galaxy have certified Rooster in every clever ways and street-wise skills of the Rogue. Like pick-pocketing, lockpicking, etc

Sharp-Shooter: Despite being a mostly run and gun type of guy, when he's able to take the time he is a good shoot with rifles and pistols.

Hand Weapons expert: Whether it's knives, bats, or hatchets. Rooster is good at using their miniature weapons of mass destruction and is a good dual wielder.

Pilot: While land and sea vehicles leave him at a lose, air and space ones are second nature to him. From Airplanes to Spaceships if it has wings Rooster can work it.

Security Expert: Years of stealing things and spying have turned Rooster into an expert when it comes to beating any security network short of Skorne Master Security systems.

Weapons(Limit of 4 weapons)

Pluggers, A pair of pistols that fire normal rounds and can fire Electro-Slugs that lob EMP pellets out and can fry cyborgs and robots.

The Rooster's Spurs: The knives in the pic made of a very strong and sharp alloy.

Armor(one sensible suit of armor) Rooster has little use for most armor, but he does carry a jacket and a pair of pants that are bullet and knife proof.

Equipment: Money, spare change of clothes, fire starting kit, hacker's PDA, flashlight, weapon maintenance kits, extra ammo, contracts, job related documents, and rope.

Augs(Limit of 3): None

Personality: Lovable and energetic Rooster has been called a child trapped in the body of a slightly larger child. While he is capable of being serious, it isn't his first choice. He enjoys life and he makes sure everyone around him knows it, whether it's making jokes or pulling pranks a day with Rooster is a day with a madman. But he does take his work serious and always delivers the goods.

Likes: His wife, money, stealing, flying, partying, relaxing, laughter, and pranks.

Dislikes: The Law, Bounty Hunters, getting caught, stress, silence, losing a job, being poor.

Spoiler: Background 

Clive was born on Dominion Delta, the fourth planet founded by the Great Human Dominion. Off near the edge of the Regison quadrant and under the influence of a medium range blue star. The higher levels of radiation have had a distinct impact on the residents of Dominion Delta.

Every resident on this planet is a mutant. In fact Delta has been called the Goldilocks Zone of mutants. The mutations are helpful and very few are disfiguring, ranging from enhanced strength to genius level intelligence. Clive, his sister Clara, and their parents Clark and Cassandra are no different. Even in a society where the more mutations you have the more power you have, this never slowed the family down. Each only has one mutation, but have worked themselves neck deep into the politics of Delta.

A politician, a merchant empress, a smuggler, and an assassin. These are the varied and powerful jobs Clive and his family have won by skill and ruthlessness. Clive's future was chosen fairly early on, he'd always been a mischievous boy with sticky fingers so an occupation of Thievery was the best route.

From slipping out of the candy store with a few extra lollipops at six, to stealing cars at sixteen, to stealing his first million dollar spaceship at twenty. Rooster was good at stealing things and this was used by his parents. The best merchandise for his mother's store and nabbing state secrets for his father and stealing some cool G's on the side for himself and Clara. Now at twenty-four Rooster is one of the best Thieves and Smugglers in his region quadrant and also one of the most-wanted men by the Galactic Alliance. Even spending most of his life on the run Rooster doesn't let things get him down, life's a game. And once you've stolen the rule book it's nearly impossible to lose.

But there comes a point in every game where you need to take a break and it was during one these breaks. And it was during one of these breaks where he met his wife is Eliza Thorn and where he first crossed paths with the Black Star Privateers. He was enjoying a well stolen vacation at the Sierra Madre Casino on the planet of Tamosa Springs when he met Eliza who was working as a Waitress at the Frozen Star Lounge. As he usually did in places like this Rooster kept his head down, focusing on eyeing up targets and picking pockets. He was just about to snag a woman's golden necklace when Togga and his group entered the Lounge. Anyone who's anyone in the Smuggler's world knew Dar-Togga and the Black Stars, best and maddest of the lot. If they were in this joint Rooster didn't want to be and as they went into the back room Clive booked it, but all hell broke loose soon after and Rooster found himself running away with one Ms. Eliza Thorn. Knowing better than to stick around a planet run by mobsters Clive took Eliza with him on a shuttle he "liberated" from the Planetary Defense Force and thus began their first date.

What followed was whirlwind romance that spanned the quadrant, Eliza was discovered to have a skill at thievery and theatrics. She helped Rooster on a number of quick easy jobs and the payoff from those jobs afforded them a fine wedding. Now after getting enough heat on them the pair of bandits found themselves on Carin and Clive joined up with the Black Star Privateers after Togga retired them. He hung around the HQ running supplies for the Pirates when needed, but once Jeela took over Rooster was the first one to sign up and took the Chief Scout spot for his own.

Spoiler: Other 

"Wake up Clive honey....Clive?.... Damn it Rooster move your ass!" A shout which was followed by a rough shove into open air before the loud thud of a body on hard metal floor filled the small subterranean house. From a pile of oddly mismatched blankets a man's low exasperated groan emerged.
"The hell Elly, I just went to sleep like an hour ago." The man whined softly curling in on the blankets to ward off the cold of the floor.

A woman's soft growl sounded before the bed shook gently and a woman with short red hair, freckles, and bright green eyes peered down at the floor as she knelt over the edge dressed in a short green tank-top and yellow short shorts. "That was twelve hours ago you ass! It's five in the morning on the next day and you're due in the Black Star Hangar packed and ready to go for the Zeta Quadrant in three minutes!"

In an explosion of curses and blanket a naked shot up and dove headfirst into a closet. Elly sat back on her legs smirking and shaking her head as Rooster banged and tore through the closet. Luckily Eliza busted his chops last night and made him pack before going to bed, so this was just Rooster looking for something to wear other than a smile. A few seconds later the man exits dressed in his usual get-up of black leather pants, white under shirt and black leather jacket. Continuing to fall over himself Clive rushed to put his boots on and grabbed his bag and weapons before rushing for the door. He stopped just before exiting and ran back giving Eliza a firm kiss on the lips.
"I love you."

The ginger woman smiled and waved him off.
"I love you too. Don't piss off the Captain, I still live within walking distance of her parents' house ya know."

Rooster gave her one of his signature winks before charging out the door and going full tilt towards the Hangar. He'd been working with the Black Stars for awhile now, and Dar-Jeela was known to be less hot-headed than her father, gaining her mother's cool attitude and control. But the mutant had a feeling missing the launch day of the biggest undertaking for the crew under the shark woman's command would be bad and he'd likely need to relocate off Carin to get away from the backlash. Luckily this city does sometimes sleep so Rooster made good time running full bore through the dark and dirty streets of the underground colony. It wasn't quite dawn yet so he could've taken the quicker above ground route, but even if the sun wasn't up to charbroil the ground it was still above 100 degrees and he didn't want to sweat through his clothes just to save time. Maybe he wouldn't even get in trouble for being late, it would really depend on who caught him. Only Jeela and Xantos were sticklers for stuff like this, but they also spent the most time at the Hangar. He's beaten worse odds before, and as he reached the large sealed gate of the Black Star Privateers.

Everything seemed quiet...but Rooster knew better and as he actually reached the front door a chime from a security camera made him sigh and proved him right. Head of the Black Star Security Force, Boss Rivet appeared on a holoscreen by the door with a quirked eyebrow.
"Hell of a day to be late Smuggler." The grunt didn't even hide his annoyance, Rivet and Rooster have often butted heads in the past.

Being ever the cheeky rouge Rooster leaned close smirking.
"Well you know, some of us have lives outside of the job. But how's things in your little box today? Your wife Doc Kari show up or she just send you more pics of her posing with male models on a beach somewhere?"

Rooster lived for days he managed to find a chink in the stoic cybernetic soldier's armor. Generally Rivet kept his composure, but that last barb made his eye-twitch a little for a single second. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Clive.
"At least my wife poses with men for work, but I saw a little something with Eliza on the exernet recently. She's quite the bar honey isn't she?" And now the score is all tied up, Rivet pushed the button on his console and admitted Rooster into the Hangar. They'd contonue this game later, but right now Mr. Chance needed to get in place for this Planet Rush mission.

[Splat]

Here's a random question; is player romance a thing in this RP? Not saying it's gonna happen, I'm just curious lol.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Yes, it is Splat, it's something I usually encouraging in my RPs cause it adds to the fun and drama. As long as no rules are broken and no one makes a big soapbox out of it in either OOC or IC.

I just don't make it a focus unless I'm doing some Slice of Life, or high school thing.

[.Karma.]

Splat just wants to fall in love with me.