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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:53 am
WE ARE NOT ALONE
Not even close.
The year is 2965. Humans have long since made interstellar flight a reality, but a simple and easy process. And what those first interstellar pioneers discovered is that, indeed, humans are but the latest race to become a part of the intergalactic community. The Known Galaxy is positively brimming with life, some of it more welcoming to mankind than others.
After the great Interplanetary Conflicts of 2904, chaos spread through the Galaxy. The Galactic Coalition split apart and some of the more unpleasant aliens, as well as space pirates made up of the more pleasant ones, now have free rein of Space between planets. Trade routes, supply lines, diplomatic vessels all need protection from these spaceborn threats. Galactic Privateers and Mercenary companies make wuite a profit from providing protection. And, hey, if the pirates are destroyed, the salvage adds a nice bonus.
The Plot
You are Galactic Privateers. You have your own ship, and you pick your own contracts. You fly through Space collecting salvage and bounties, and as a nice side affect you make innocent Galactic Civilians safe... -er.
Character Outlines
Identification Tag: [USERNAME]
Codename: [CHARACTER NAME]
Race: [SPECIES]
Racial Summary: [DESCRIPTION OF SPECIES IF NOT HUMAN]
Rank: [POSITION ON SHIP (i.e. Navigation Officer, Cabin Boy, etc)
Skills: [LEARNED SKILLS]
Bio Summary: [BRIEF SUMMARY OF CHARACTER'S LIFE/PERSONALITY]
Image Identification: [PICTURE]
Accepted Characters
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:32 am
Identification Tag: xAyaxSayurix Codename: Alexandria Tearlach Race: Human Rank: Second in Command Skills: Hand to Hand combat, melee weapons, very skilled with guns, she's very athletic, and has a great sense of direction. Bio Summary: Alexandria had never planned on leaving her home planet, Earth. In fact, it was her dream to stay on her planet and become one of the brave soldiers who fought against any enemies who were able to slip past their galactic defenses. At the age of 18, right after finishing high school, she enrolled in the military and proceeded to train there for a year and a half. Afterwards, she was one of the many scouted to join the Earth Galatctic defenses, where she was trained in all types of combat with multiple weapons. It wasn't until the age of 23, that she realized how boring her job was sitting and waiting on Earth for a threat that would probably never come. So she joined the Galatic Privateers, believing they were a team of righteous somebodies trying to keep the planets safe. She has no idea what she's in for. Alex is a very head strong, go-to kind of girl. When she wants something done, she'll get it done hell or high water. She has a very high moral compass though, which only fuels her fire. She's normally laid back when there's not a job to do, but when there is, she's basically restless until the job's complete. Image Identification: 
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:56 am
Identification Tag: blind_alpha Codename: Engineer Baakz Race: Opekki Racial Summary: The Opekki originate from a warm, mostly arid planet which is slightly larger then Earth, known as Ope. Their ancestors were amphibious, hailing from the planet's large marshes. They are inhumanly flexible, and speak in a croaking voice. The Opekki have contributed greatly to the Galactic Communitie's Geologists and Paleohistorians. Primary Racial enemies are the Vaprak of Sanari Prime. Rank: Ship's Engineer Skills: A genius at engineering, also capable of handling a decent variety of blasters. Prefers the larger Rifle Class to the handheld Pistol Class. The bigger the gun, the better. Bio Summary: Baakz absolutely hates dirt. He hates the smell, hates the texture (especially when it is dry), and he really really hates studying it. Which is why he went into Starship Engineering and passed with flying colors: So he would never have to be a geologist. Baakz loves being a privateer; the joy of spaceflight, the thrill of staving off pirates and spacemonsters, the loot of salvage runs... Image Identification: 
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 2:14 pm
Identification Tag: darth_vader2 Codename: Serph Destarkt Race: Human Rank: Officer Skills biggrin ual wielding pistols, brief knowledge of most hacking and sneaking, and other security measures. Bio Summary: Serph started out as a basic mercenary, but got sick of the simple security missions, feeling they weren't really what he was meant for; He went on to join a crew and head out into space, where he would do whatever seemed natural. Image Identification: []
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darth_rinzler Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 10:40 pm
Identification Tag: Hubrisethos Codename: Johann Segual Race: Human Rank: Weapons Officer Skills: Rifles, handguns, knives, if it was designed to kill he can use it. Though he prefers to use his Assault rifle and Pistol. Bio Summary: Life wasn't bad for Johann's early life, he wasn't anything special never standing out in anything he did. When he came of working age Johann enlisted in his governments military, a few years later a massive civil war broke out across his planet (Urobuto) A war that Johann's side lost. In order to escape being tried as a war criminal Johann fled off world joining up with a band of privateers intending to put the skills he'd learned in the war to use. Image Identification:
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:11 am
Codename: Hyle Glaim Race: Spacenoid Racial Summary: Just human born in space really. Rank: Suppose you could consider him the 2nd in command Skills: Hyle's light on his feet, allowing for quick maneuverability in any situation, he's pretty good with a handgun and the basic rifle, and has the hand-to-hand prowess comparable to the everyday street brawler. Bio Summary: He makes up half the mercenary force that is Hot Ice. The other half being his bro, Gilliam. Hyle is the Ice in Hot Ice, he's usually cool and collected but Gilliam manages to melt the icy coolness and makes him boil every now and again. On top of his calm disposition, he's a little quiet and usually has a pokerface regardless of emotion. This makes it seem like he's just rude, when really Hyle's ready to help or take part in most activities. And just because he's usually calm, doesnt mean he wont bum rush a situation every so often. Hot Ice also has a problem with getting a hold of some cash, and tends to rack up a tab anywhere they go that needs money. Hyle is also in possession of the space vessel, Starwind. Image Identification:
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:52 am
If it isn't one thing, It's another. ENGINEER BAAKZ *CLUNK*
*CLANKRATTLERAttlerattle*"Eygan!shka."The swear just slipped out. Baakz couldn't help it. It was the blasted left thrust stabilizer again. If he couldn't get it to stop spitting parts everywhere after only a parsec of travel, they would be stuck out here between worlds. He was half tempted to just scrap the thing and jury-rig something from the spare parts he had in cargo. G'aashka knows, it might be quicker. He fussed with the stablilizer for a bit before deciding to go grab a snack. This might take a while. {Out Of Charisma}
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 3:03 pm
Identification Tag: Jaleke
Codename: Gilliam "Gil" Glaim
Race: Spacenoid
Racial Summary: Human born in Outer Space
Rank: Captain
Skills: While not as proficient a fighter as his brother, Gil is an exceptional marksman, especially when using his rail gun. The accelerated rounds the rifle fires move fast and hit hard, and are capable of passing through several walls when tuned correctly. As far as hand-to-hand combat is involved, Gil wields a khukri with some finesse.
Bio Summary: Bringing the heat to the HotIce duo, Gil has a short fuse before he loses his head. His arrogance and pride have nearly cost the brothers several bounties, but Hyle knows what to say to make Gil chill out. When it comes to getting things done, Gil takes any failures personally, and is always trying to make sure everything goes according to plan.
In public he's got a warm personality and is quick to make friends and good impressions. This is what largely keeps the two from being completely broke as Gil is able to get favors and discounts.
He's also the pilot of the StarWind.
Image Identification: Gilliam Profile Sketch
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:52 am
We... are....... OPEN!!! So start posting, people. {{Please?}}
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 12:32 pm
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BE--
"Ugh...shut up..."
Hyle rolled over in his bed, and fumbled with the alarm clock, turning off the cursed buzzer. Looks like it was 10:27 AM. Hyle got outta bed and dressed himself.
"Mm...smoke..."
Hyle dug around in his dresser for his pack, only to find it empty.
"Damn...need cash."
And thus started the morning scrounge for money. Hyle wondered if he'd wake Gilliam with all the ruckus, not that it mattered. They both needed to be up to go job hunting anyway.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:22 pm
Gil rubbed his hand through his hair tiredly, Hyle's last cigarette pinched between his lips. The brothers were s**t for cash and the job hunt wasn't goin' too well. No offers were coming their way.
No bodyguard positions. Accidentally shot the client's sister in the leg when she run up to hug him.
No errand running. Totaled that client's ride.
No bounties worth running after.
Prostitution was out of the question. Nothing but ugly old women on this planet. Plus Gil's pride was worth more than people were willing to pay.
Hyle's alarm clock started buzzing and Gil quickly jammed the cigarette into the couch cushion so Hyle wouldn't see it.
"Shiiiiiiit..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:35 pm
Shifting his search downstairs to the living room. Hyle smelled smoke. Or more precisely, his smoke.
"That little s**t."
Coming into view of the living room, Hyle found the source of his smoke, as well as its needless demise.
There lay Gilliam on the couch. He looked nice, just sleeping away. Warm and cozy. But he only looked like that because his pants were on fire. The important part of the pants.
"Time for a little botherly love."
Hyle jumped down the stairs, and then jumped onto the couch ontop of Gilliam.
"Wake up and smell my cigarette ya little bastige!"
He hoped off Gilliam, and swung around. Hyle knocked Gilliam right in the conkers with his fist. If that didnt wake him up, then he'd lose a whole lot of pride.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:56 pm
If it isn't one thing, It's another. ENGINEER BAAKZ Back at his station with a hearty bek'chi paste and tuna sandwich, Baakz stared at the stabilizer. He contemplated it. He stared at it from a different angle. He took a bite of his sandwich. Eventually, he picked up a wrench and loosened a part here, tightened a connection there, and replaced one of the faulty parts with a spare he had scrapped from the coffee machine in the galley. It would probably burn out before they could get very far, but they didn't need to go far. They just needed to reach a planet or an orbital base. Baakz could worry about it more then. In the meantime, the rest of the crew would be wanting their coffee for the morning, and with the coffee machine out of commission, Baakz needed a good hiding place.
{Out Of Charisma}
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:55 pm
Music blasting in her ears, it was like Alex was in an entirely different universe. Swing after swing, her fists connected with the bag one after another, her body covered in a light sweat. "One... two... One... two.." After doing a good forty-five minutes of a straight cardio work out, combining kicks and punches, Alex retired to one of the wooden benches, taking a towel and wiping her face down. She was commonly found in the gym in the early morning hours, having a small obsession with keeping herself fit. Her biggest fear was letting herself get too comfortable on this ship, and letting her training and hard work go to waste.
Grabbing her water bottle she had left to sit on the bench before her, Alex chugged the rest of the ice water in a most unlady-like manner, stopping only once it was gone and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Thoughtlessly, her eyes traveled to the clock, seeing now was around the time everyone else was getting up to get their coffee. "Is it even worth bothering to stand around and discuss possible jobs we're not going to get?"
It seemed lately, they were having a really bad stroke of luck concerning getting jobs. And all of those they had somehow managed to grab, somehow, ended horribly. "Might as well, right?" Alex mumbled to herself in a low tone, getting up and stretching her back out slowly, before throwing the towel over her shoulders. Crushing her empty water bottle, she tossed it in the trash bin in the far corner of the room, before heading out to the kitchen to see what everyone else was up too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:35 am
Gil yelped and grabbed his injured gonads to save them from further harm. He kicked wildly in hopes of hitting Hyle and fell from the smoking couch, knocking over an accumulation of unfinished bottles and cans of alcohol that eclipsed the wood of the coffee table they sat upon, spilling the contents upon the couch, floor, and himself. As horrible as it all sounded, that was only part of the giant mess of the place the brothers were renting out on the planet.
"Mom should've stopped pushing once I was out." he told his twin as he picked himself off the floor. "Ah, s**t." he muttered, looking down at his damp clothes and the mess on the floor. "I'm not cleaning this s**t up." he explained as he motioned to the mess of alcohol and garbage littering the floor. "While you do that, I'm going to go find us some work." And with that Gilliam walked off to change into some fresh clothes.
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