[ Kingdom ] ✖✖✖ a white city of death ` p.14!

[Syusaki]

( THAT FELL FROM THE HEAVENS )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds
( THAT FELL FROM THE HEAVENS )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds

【ANTHEM】 (as requested by my fellow crewmen... neutral )

☠ link
Everybody get up it's time to slam now
We got a real jam goin' down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam
Alright....

【SETTING】

☠ The city is not a city at all, but a grounded spaceship (lovingly called "Feirg") that can no longer take flight. The ship was previously a cargo ship, but was shot down by a pirate ship and crashed. So yes, everyone aboard the ship is alien. However, appearances differ person to person. Some appear completely human and others look anything but. Some may even be able to shapeshift into a more monstrous form or other abilities. (students => natural form OR natural ability, horsemen => mount OR weapon, hunters => weapon OR ability based on weapon's species) Due to the ship’s large size, the passengers were unable to move the vehicle to a different location, but were at least able to get it upright again. As a cargo ship, it contains extremely spacious rooms that once contained precious cargo as well as large tunnels that glow dimly. However, the storage rooms have been converted into public areas where people are allowed to set up shops or hold large events in order to bring life and entertainment to the city or anything else they wish for.

☠ The ship contains five different floors, where the top floor is merely the top of the ship and where people will go when they want to view the sky or have a breath of fresh air, as inside it can be quite stuffy. While it is perfectly viable to leave the ship, most prefer not to venture very far due to the unknown dangers that may be lurking on this strange, foreign land. The bottom floor (first floor) is rarely occupied, since it contains the engines and other machinery that used to power the ship. It is also a landing dock/garage that houses small vehicles, such as hover bikes. Even today the mechanics and engineers try to get the machines running, but to no avail. The second floor is where the crew and family—as the journeys on a cargo ship could be quite long—sleep and rest. While the ship’s interior is mostly dark and perhaps even crude, the residential areas are surprisingly more proper, but quite small compared to the other rooms scattered throughout the ship. The third floor is reserved mainly as a training or work area. People are free to come to this floor to fight/spar or do any research, as people have managed to scavenge/reuse enough parts to create the tools necessary for research. This floor also contains the infirmary and where the sick or injured are taken. The fourth floor is reserved for shops, events, and other similar facilities. It also contains the control room, which is usually empty since the ship no longer can take flight. However, it is sometimes used as a meeting room should the need arise. The top floor (fifth floor) is a recreational area where people may play while taking in the scenery.

☠ As a spaceship, it possesses a myriad of futuristic technology that is available for use by crewmen and passengers alike. The common mode of transportation is technology such as anti-gravity boards or boots. Sometimes people will use vehicles that hover a few feet off the air, which makes for quick, smooth passage. Players also possess a PDA that can perform a myriad of functions. The most notable feature is the ability to project holograms, especially holographic screens. In fact, holographic screens are used extensively within the kingdom. Glass screens and other such things are almost nonexistent. Androids and other such robots also roam around the city either as helpers or “players” themselves. The robots possess varying levels of intelligence/sentience and varying levels of human appearance. Some appear completely human save for their slightly choppy movement and some the very opposite. Technology is also mixed into fashion in the form of technicolored hair, unusual eyes, animated tattoos, etc.

☠ Fashion within the ship is quite varied. Some clothes look quite modern and others look bizarre, but without fail the main color is always white with other colors as trim. Most of the clothes tend to be simple and/or streamlined, but there are other branches of fashion that persist within the kingdom. For example, much like how Lolita is a type of Japanese fashion, steampunk is rather popular within the city’s walls.





☠ The Tower is actually beneath the ship. The entrance is hidden beneath one of the engines and the first floor is also ridden with traps to prevent intruders or unwanted guests from carelessly wandering around or sneaking into the Tower. The entrance, however, merely leads to a series of small tunnels that may lead to a dummy room or the true Tower, which is quite dark and sometimes avoided by the commander (king) due to its dreary atmosphere.

☠ Despite being a cargo ship, the ranking system follows a somewhat typical military format. All commanding crewmen are personally picked by the commander himself. For each position he seeks different qualities, but expects only the best and brightest to fill the higher ranks.
griefseedsCorporal (Queen) - The corporal is second only to the commander himself. As the second highest rank, corporals are expected to be well-versed in all areas, ranging from offense, defense, tactics, as well as management and social skills, but those are not as emphasized. Corporals are expected to be authoritative and experienced in leading and commanding others to get the job done.
griefseeds1st Lieutenant (Knight) - The 1st lieutenants are knowledgeable in all forms of offensive combat. They are expected to expertly handle a number of weapons as well as possess the ability to teach the basics to other crewmen. 1st lieutenants are also the strongest within the ship and are expected to be on the front lines during a battle. They provide the most fighting power.
griefseeds2nd Lieutenant (Rook) - 2nd lieutenants are the most skilled in defense and are experienced in accompanying the 1st lieutenant in combat. However, the 2nd lieutenant is also required to be knowledgeable about healing and medical aid. While certain doctors and nurses may outclass 2nd lieutenants in first aid, they are still one of the go-to people when someone is injured.
griefseedsSergeant (Bishop) - Unlike the lieutenants, sergeants are not expected to be adept at combat or healing. Rather, they are the ones that deal with strategy and gather much-needed intelligence. Sergeants are also required to oversee the general activities within the ship and basically manage and mediate any trivial problems that arise.
griefseedsOfficer (Pawn) - Officers are a catch-all group that can assist any of the above crewmen. Since they spend many days helping in different areas, they are somewhat versed in all of the basic areas and should one of the other crewmen fall, are capable of filling in the vacant position.

 

[Syusaki]

( AND ALL THE KING'S MEN )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds
( AND ALL THE KING'S MEN )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds

【RANKINGS】

COMMANDER WILSON HOPKINS ♚ played by Syusaki
griefseeds« Once an amiable mechanic hailing from a planet populated by gaseous aliens (careful, he can still turn parts of himself into poisonous gas!), Wilson has now become a commander that remains true to his kind self. He greets all of the crewmen with a smile and is always willing to have a chat if he can spare the time. While he tries to become friends with as many people as he can, he won't hesitate to switch into leader mode when the time calls for it. Although he attempts to remove all emotions and ties from his decisions--as a commander should possess logical clarity--sometimes his feelings do get in the way. As a leader he can come across as utilitarian and cold. »
CORPORAL RYAN O' CONNOR ♛ played by OnionGrump
griefseeds« about ?? »
1ST LIEUTENANT KATHERINE TAYLOR ♞ played by LividPeas
griefseeds« about ?? »
1ST LIEUTENANT VANYA ♞ played by LOLTERNATIVE
griefseeds« Born into a Spartan-esque world, the Av'i was raised to fight and survive. Her pride is what keeps her going and her strength and skill give her the power to fight for her a kingdom she's fiercely loyal to. She's not willing to go down without a fight, or easily; no matter who the enemy is. »
2ND LIEUTENANT DAKOTA RAINSTAR ♜ played by Nyxtsuki Moon
griefseeds« Beyond his obsessive flirting and womanizing ways, Dakota is a loyal defendant to the ship, specilizing in medical and technology to aid the ship. Come to him if you want your a** to be defended, healed or in general ladies, He'll treat you specially. »
2ND LIEUTENANT POKERUS ♜ played by poke mattix
griefseeds« Being a Guard/watchdog on the ship, Pokerus makes it her business to keep watch for invaders and to fend them off with her set of heavy weaponry. And if that doesn't work she'll fight with tooth and claw to keep her comrades safe from harm. »
SERGEANT AMALIE RAINE ♝ played by chimarii
griefseeds« about ?? »
OFFICER MADELINE BLANCHE ♟ played by keiifuu
griefseeds« about ?? »
OFFICER ELLIOT SJOKRON ♟ played by Minsuil
griefseeds« about ?? »
OFFICER BIX ♟ played by iloveyouDIE
griefseeds« Bix is an albino, feathered serpentine alien. He's intelligent, tactical and adept with ranged weaponry. He doesn't desire to be put in the spotlight but still hopes to use everything he can to help his kingdom »
OFFICER LEO ♟ played by Ephebe
griefseeds« about ?? »
OFFICER LUMIKKI ♟ played by Wyntre Iceblade
griefseeds« Lumikki is a six tailed fox, small in her natural form. She is adpt at following orders and actually brighter than she lets on. Ready to serve as nurse and pawn when needed. But might be hiding... »
OFFICER MITSU LUPUS ♟ played by Inu-Mitsu
griefseeds« about ?? »
OFFICER ROCH SCYTHE ♟ played by Ice Queen
griefseeds« Roch is a light purple skinned alien called a kilijian, with a high tech implant over his left eye that glows different colors, and a right arm that looks normal, but is cyborg/nano-tech with the ability to change into anything he wants it to. He has several moving tattoos on his arms and chest, a glowing purple mohawk, several earrings, black jeans and steel toed gravity boots. »
OFFICER RENATUS ♟ played by Felyn
griefseeds« about ?? »
OFFICER SHARRA ELDWAITHE ♟ played by Azure Desiderium
griefseeds« Sharra hails from a shapeshifting alien race that originated on a planet called Orychania. He's a bit of a weapons expert and a formidible warrior. The first to give his all for a cause he believes in, he's still laid-back and friendly in his interactions with others. Sharra is desirous of harmony, but understands far too well that the world just doesn't work that way. Expect him in the front lines when called to battle, ready to fight until he is no longer capable of doing so. »
OFFICER MAROSA ♟ played by Kanth
griefseeds« Marosa is a well known race of Ganerie that are better known as Love Talkers. Their natural ability of touching people allows the recipient of the touch to become infatuated with them. Marosa himself is not a strong fighter, but he can get information when it's needed, and use his abilites where they can count the strongest. »
OFFICER ZEPHYROS ARISKEN ♟ played by Eranas
griefseeds« Zephyros Arisken, the Quetz of Wind, he takes his job seriously and hopes to protect all he can. In return of being a pawn, he will step up as soon as another falls. »

 

[Syusaki]

( WITH SORROW COMES CLARITY )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds
( WITH SORROW COMES CLARITY )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds

【SPECIAL ABILITY】

The white crown has a white miasma color and represents sorrow and death. As such, all players under the white crown share the ability of Grief, which is accessed through a variety of technology players may carry/find on the ship.
griefseeds☠ Players are able to access one of the 5 stages of grief (based on the Kubler-Ross model) once per battle. However, players are only able to access the stages at random aka please generate a number 1 to 5 to see which specific stage you may access! Afterwards, please roll 5d4. Depending on which stage, the player also receives a recoil in return! Grief can be quite painful, after all.

griefseeds❶ Denial When in Denial, players are overcome with a sudden sense that everything around them is not happening; it’s unreal. They begin to reject reality and as a result are able to ‘deny’ (ie. negate) most damage done to them. Players take quarter of the damage (round up) as recoil.
griefseeds❷ Anger Once in Anger, players are suddenly fueled by rage. They become angry at anything and everything, including themselves. Players are able to channel their anger into their next attack. Other players are able to tell if another player is in Anger by the white sparks coming off of someone. Players take half the damage as recoil.
griefseeds❸ Bargaining In Bargaining, players feel a sense of desperation to protect another by hitting the attacker. However, like all bargains, players take quarter of the rolled damage.
griefseeds❹ Depression Players in Depression are overcome with sadness and grief. They lack the will to fight or assist others in battle because they have seen the futility of fighting—death and pain shall always ensue. It's almost as if the player is drowning in grief and end up taking 100% recoil.
griefseeds❺ Acceptance It is through Acceptance that players gain clarity and are able to see the reality of battle—death, pain, deceit. By accepting the inevitable pains of battle, players are more aware of their actions and can avoid any recoil.

 

[Syusaki]

( DEATHS ARE ANOTHER STATISTIC )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds
( DEATHS ARE ANOTHER STATISTIC )griefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseedsgriefseeds

【STATS】

☠ Miasma Points 200/200
☠ Total Players 18
griefseedsFallen ??
griefseedsRecruiting Y

 

[Syusaki]

Every day he still felt the dizziness that rattled his body when the ship ran on full throttle to the ground. He could remember the wispy white of clouds passing by the ship as it fell, tumbling out of the starry heavens with a smoky plume. The engines will never be repaired, not fully. It’s a failure that smacked the commander in the face each time he woke up in his room and stared out the tiny window that revealed a green field and endless blue sky—a sky that wasn’t pitch black and filled with colorful galaxies and twinkling stars.

The galaxies and nebulae were all he could think about as he stared into the glowing screen, block letters appearing until they formed words, then sentences, while a robotic voice echoed throughout the darkened room, the Tower. Wilson made a vague mental note to install more lights in here as he downloaded the transcript to his PDA. The commander scrolled up and down, rereading the transcript while he entered the engine room, dead silent and filled with dim lights. He frowned, but cleared his throat before leaning toward the nearby intercom: “All crewmembers, please report to the fourth floor for a meeting. All other passengers please temporarily evacuate the fourth floor until notified. Thank you.” As the intercom clicked off, he headed for the garage and hopped onto his hover bike. He put on his goggles before he slammed the starting pedal down; he rushed out of the bottom floor and toward the top of the ship.

The giant tunnels were like lit up streets; various vehicles and riders speeding one way on the right and the opposite direction on the left while pedestrians lazily walked at the very edges. Grinning, he kicked the pedal and soared above the stream of traffic. He waved back toward a few of the passengers that deigned to look up before he continued on.

His bike slowed to a halt and he hopped off so he could walk toward the edge of the balcony he had ridden to. Gloved hands gripped the edge while he looked over at all of the members gathered beneath. As Wilson looked toward the side, he noticed that someone had faithfully set up a live holoscreen of himself. He smiled softly, reassuringly, but it was tinged with nervousness. Wilson headed toward the control panel placed at the balcony’s corner and spoke into the microphone.

“Everyone! Thank you for taking the time to come here quickly after I suddenly called for a meeting. I apologize for the ill-timing, but I’m afraid it’s urgent.” Pause. “I’m afraid the Voice has called for tribute.” Wilson allowed another pause to let the words sink in. Nervous, he scrolled through his PDA to reread the transcript.

“The Voice calls for a Corporal, the strongest, weak to no one, with power unrivaled.

“A 1st Lieutenant, the bravest one among us all and who will fight no matter the odds.

“A 2nd Lieutenant, one with a strong mind and spirit, who will guard and protect all.

“A Sergeant, someone to guide others, one that can go where I dare not tread.

“All other tributes are henceforth promoted to Officer, those who will fight and die for our city.” He stopped suddenly, his jaw clenching up at the thought. All of these familiar faces…perhaps these would be the last time he would ever see them. Wilson swallowed his apprehension and continued on.

“Time has begun to unravel at last, and so what we have always wanted and hoped for must be gained through battle. Look to the stars in the sky—“ He smiled nostalgically. “—and find the seven that shine with a destiny, but only one will be standing at the end. The time for peaceful idleness has unfortunately ended. War is at hand.”

The crowd broke out into chatter, a broken dam spilling out loud cacophony. Wilson didn’t mind; he allowed the crewmen a few minutes to speak amongst each other and to soak in all of the information. He used the extra time to figure out how he would pick tributes. Tribute. The word made him shudder. It sounded like sacrifices, but he didn’t want to give up anyone under his command. They were all precious to him, but it had to be done. His shoulders straightened out as he smothered his emotions. He held his chin high as his expression took on a sharper edge. There was no way around this.

He raised his arm for silence. “I will take the time to speak with anyone who wishes to plead their case before I choose the final four. But remember this, fight with honor and courage. Do not back down; that is how you will find the right path, clear as day. Remember everything that you are and who we are, and when you leave, remember to fight for it.” With his announcement finished, he snapped his fingers and the holoscreen blinked out. The room filled with noise once more, but Wilson paid little heed as he strode down the stairs.

Deliberation had begun.

OOC: THE CHOOSING

- Welcome to the White Kingdom. Make sure you read the above guidelines for the Kingdom before you get started. Your character has been ICly gathered to this event (see above) where the King is now talking about the choosing. Your character now has to prove themselves as a candidate for their King.
- All Kingdom players will have to ICly introduce themselves, who they are, what kind of character they are and ultimately what services they can offer to the king. Even if you were OOCly "promised" a role, everyone needs to write a choosing candidate speech.
- After the King has heard all the speeches and offerings, they will make a choice as to which ones they title.
- OOC THIS MEANS even if your characters have importance/ ranking orders, you have not icly labelled them the sacrifices yet. Today is the day you are doing so.
- The King is also free to quote players and ask them more questions, etc etc during the process. Consider it a free interaction. If your King is shy they might even just hide and mingle and talk around, or hold a social gathering or a party in order to be subtle.
- At the end of 24 hours, the King will choose which ones to be his warriors, and of which rank. The ceremony will begin!

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

Dakota kissed the cherry lips of a very well endowed female alien, stroking his hands down her side to entice just a little more of that light pink skin to show when the alert to meet on the fourth floor was announced. What a buzzkill especially since it was the first of many flavored women he was working his way through. Boredom was a dangerous thing for a Livius male, lust being the forefronted thought process followed by the others. He grumbled as he straightened his clothes and gave the little thing a affectionate pat on the bottom before bounding out of his quarters and off to the fourth floor. He barely bothered to button his uniform all the way up, throwing a black thin jacket over all the white.

A quick run through his long dishelved hair had it straightening and forming itself into a sleek ponytail that leveled down his shoulders. Orange eyes, akin to his alien race of his were heavy lidded and just a bit annoyed that his 'fun' was interuppted, flickering with a melted heat...much like a doused fire, leaving a insatiable lust that might be even worse should the meeting not provide a distraction. A fire that has started would most often burn into others should it be left unattended. The curse of the Livius was in exchange for their almost ethereal good looks and skills in some combat, fueled by a fire that was their core...was the desire to consume things. For males, it was most often in lust...making them choose partner after partners. Because Livius females were rare, their fire was burned by hate and rage. It was a good thing he never had to see them in his young life. They tended to kill on the spot.

It was worst when he entered with all the soliders and coughed. He didn't like so many people in too many spaces after all, especially when their scents over rode his own, and so many of them looked like fun for the picking.

Once the speech started though, The young dark skinned man was immediately entranced and focused on the words to be said. Tributes? Roles to play. He knew since he was one of the few medics on field and one who fiddled with the defense mechanics of the ship, there was only role he was fit for.

“I volunteer!” Dakota rose his hand, taller then most of the other officers and looked at the Commander directly, this was their first time after all to see each other up close and personal. “My name's Dakota Rainstar of the Livius galaxia system. Our people are known for our...dark skin, orange eyes, height and over all ehtereal looks. As well as our ablities with defensive combat fighting styles and machine manipulation for defense and healing. And true to my race, I excel in both and was brought upon the ship for just these duties.” Dakota started, “And I am a fairly well trained medic, Studying on my home planet as well as adopting the planetery practices from this ship. In emergency situations, I have often been the first to be called to the field, incurring the...crash, I was one of the few who was able to tend to civilians until relief was brought. I am no stranger to war as my planet is constantly being raided by neighboring planets for our valuable resource of metals. I'm loyal...except when it comes to the ladies,” He sent a wink to a couple of them, “And I'm young, fresh and strong. A prime heir to my race.” He waited beat, “Not to toot my horn or anything Commander.” He hesitated before finishing with, “and I am no stranger to this ships defense especially. As they are a fasinaction that I have took the time to study up on.

“And because I got nothing but this ship to call my home now.” Dakota snorted, “Guess what I'm getting at....Commander... s that I want to be your 2nd lieutenant. If you'll have me.” He offered a salute and fell back into line. Well if you're going to make a speech, might as well be who you were. He remained aloof though, waiting to see others who would follow after him. Of course he's eyes lingered on a couple of the women officers, such a pretty little set of girls here. Where had they been hiding in the large a** ship the whole time?  

[Eranas]

It has been too long since the fall of this ship. Their ship. The citizens' ship who now lived amongst the cargo they once pulled along the galaxies. This is how Zephyros thinks of the ship now, after months of being stranded in an unknown alien planet. The crash was eventful however traumatizing for Zephyros; he had boarded the ship in hopes that he could help protect everyone and the precious products on the ship. He did his job well.. that is until the ship crashed of course. But who could have stopped that from happening, not even the captain of the ship could do that. unfortunately Zephyros cannot help but take the blame onto himself as well. Wishing there was something he could have done to have prevented this accident. The guilt runs heavy on his shoulders, he bears it heavily.

In thoughts of how he can keep the people on the ship safe now, Zephyros' steps are light and quick. He refuses to take any mode of transportation of than the power of his own flight. Machinery has shaken him up a little too much for him to take advantage of the technology they have on this ship. Any faulty wiring causes his entire body to twitch in a nervous habit. One that he cannot even control if he wanted to.

Thinking of this, a hand went up to his neck to loosen the collar of his uniform. His blue eyes glanced down at the emblem he has taken on, he becomes immediately annoyed at the thought of his own incompetence. He jerked his head to the side and stared at the citizens that pass by him in a rush. They have no care in the world-- currently. After all, they're stuck in this miserable place what's more to be upset about?

That is until the Captain of the ship calls a meeting to the fourth floor-- his eyes quickly glance to everyone. They just walk by without a care-- the ones who aren't involved. The others hurriedly run up to their commander's calling.. and he does as well. It doesn't take him long to get up to the room for their meeting, however he's one of the last to enter. His eyes immediately spots the Captain who has begun talking.. and his eyes widens at the mention of the tributes.

Zephyros immediately pushes forward, after giving a look towards Dakota. His eyes looking over the Livius carefully. And in response he gives his own bow to the captain. "I am Zephyros Arisken of the Quetz race on Planet Cozaltl. We are strong and proud race. One supperior in flight. I was stationed on this ship to help protect.. " He winces at the word. "and make sure we carried out our mission. I feel as though I have failed once in my mission, so if you could please accept me onto your ranks. I deliver myself fully into your charge. I'm am strong in both attack and defense, so have me as you may."

He slowly pulls himself back up from the bow and gives Wilson a small smile, after fixing the circlet in his hair. "I don't wish to brag, but I was one of the strongest on my planet. That is why I was sent here.." Once again he winces more visibly and then frowns deeply. "Please take me out to battle with you. " he repeats slowly and confidently. "I will aide you greatly in this fight. "  

[Ice Queen]

Music was blasting from a PDA attached to a belt. It went like this.

If you're livin in a bubble and you haven't got a care
Well, you're gonna be in trouble, cause we're gonna steal your air
Cause what you got is what we need and all we do is dirty deeds
We're the Spaceballs, Watch Out! cause we're the Spaceballs
((This makes it official, okay?))

The damn thing wasn’t going to start up again. Roch stared at the metal in front of him, then kicked it with a metal toed boot, pissed off. He’d thought for sure that he would fix it with that last replacement. It’d been a b***h and a half hunting down the gallinium material, and now it was useless. He’d have to cut the gleaming material off again, smelt it again, then find another majapin’ container that could handle the constant heat--because the first one was useless again, one of the problems with actually USING gallinium--

The mechanic took a step back, his mohawk glowing in the dim light of the mechanic floor, his various silver piercings swinging from his ears. He looked mostly humanoid, save for the lightly purple tinged skin, the pointed ears and the various little improvements that he’d made to himself. There was a flashing, glowing piece of tech implanted over his left eye. It seemed to be flashing various colors--showing that the punk was thinking rather hard. He’d had implants in his brain to allow him to connect to the interwebs--but that was cut off now. Now it was a useless piece of junk--and would be until the damn ship was back in space or he found a new ship to hop on. Neither seemed very likely.

His other improvement didn’t look like an improvement at all--at least not until he used it. His right arm from the elbow on was completely cyborg. Capable of wiring and small procedures that the normal hand would never accomplish, it had nanotech base which allowed him to shift it into any form he needed it to be, and could also tap into computer systems--not that he would ever mention that little aspect to anyone. He was just a mechanic, people didn’t notice him. He liked it that way.

So when the call for the meeting came, he figured he would stay towards the back, wait until it was over, and skip out--at least, that’d been the plan. Then he realized he was expected to place HIS life in the hands of a handful of volunteer leaders.

Bliznox that, he thought, stepping forward. “Sir, Roch Scythe, Kilijian,” he introduced himself. “I’m one of the mechanics. I’ve been in several tight situations--including situations where I’ve had to patch up at least half of the species here. I’ve worked on a lot of bergs, and many of them were in less than--stellar situations,” he hesitated, then shrugged, “I’ve been on a lot of pirate bergs, basically, sir. I know how to fight, I know how to defend, and I know how to do field medic work. And I’ve got this,” he added, holding up his right arm. It shifted, gleaming an unnatural pink color before his forefinger turned into a scalpel. “Anything I need it t’be.”

He looked like a cyberpunk, with a glowing purple mohawk and white vest with black jeans with several strategic zippers and skin showing. His arms and chest were covered with tattoos that kept moving, gleaming and twisting right under the flesh. “I want to be a second lieutenant, sir. I’ll willingly kill t’keep this berg safe. I’ve grown attached to it.”

In a love/hate mostly hate sort of relationship. But he wasn't going to let someone else destroy it, by bliznox. “In case you’re wonderin, I’m a kilijian--I can teleport.” Within fifty feet and with a cool down time, but that was another thing he wasn't going to mention.  

[chiickadee]

A particular blonde rolled her eyes in the crowd as Wilson began his speech with an apology. That was so like him. He was too kind, always apologizing and making time for people. She supposed that was why he made a good leader though. When your whole world crashes around you- quite literally, in their case- kindness is necessary.

She folded her webbed fingers as she listened to his speech. The void had spoken. Sacrifice.

Her mind worked quickly, deep in thought. Her race valued intelligence above all else, after all. Cetus, her home planet, had been a sort of galaxy storage for information. Underwater, all of it, of course. For when knowledge was gathered, there were always those who tried to own it. Only the Cetids could access it, due to specialized internal organs. They were ... guards of a sort.

So when the voice called for one who could tread lands he couldn't, her eyebrow quirked a little. Fighting and dying for the ship was not something she was interested in, and yet ... She watched in disgust as a filthy Livius sexually assaulted yet another person on the ship. She hated their race, those fiery beings held in juxtapose to her aquatic sort. A sigh escaped her lips and she went back to thinking. Being sacrificed could offer her a way off this ship. Perhaps she could find a way to return to her home?

One thing she knew for certain is that staying on this ship wasn't getting her anywhere. She screeched a little as the Livius called to volunteer, her more sensitive ears not taking to the shouting kindly. She sighed and put a hand on her chin. She could stay safe, or make a break for her home planet. As she thought, another one approached the Commander about volunteering. She wondered what their reasons were. Did they feel a heroic need to sacrifice themselves for the ship? Were they like her, looking for escape?

When the other one was done talking to the Commander, Ami sidled up beside him. "Excuse me sir ... My name is Amalie Raine" she said quietly. "I ... I am a Cetid. Therefore, I believe I can ... guide others where you cannot. Namely, deep sea, but also in intellectual endeavors." She wasn't really one to brag about herself, so she said, "I ... volunteer, I suppose."

She nodded, gave him a sort Cetid's bow, and then left him. In her mind, there was nothing beyond that she could do to convince him. Sure she could grovel or a**-kiss, but she wasn't about to lose dignity over a suicide mission.

Backing away, she moved right into a large feathered thing (Zephyros). "O-Oh I'm so sorry sir." Recognition crossed her face. "Are you ... are you from Coatl?" A slight smile crossed her face. She'd read about Quetz' once. Very strange things, "bird-like" they were described as. Of course, living in air-pocket caves underwater for years, Ami had never seen a bird, so it was all very exciting and fascinating.

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eranas

syusaki

 

[keiifuu]

"All crewmembers, please report to the four -"

Something clattered to the floor. <********> - "

" - meeting. All other passengers please temporarily evacuate the fourth floor until notified. Thank you."

A sailor's curse sprung up into the silence that followed the announcement. Madeline jerked herself upwards with a glare, and her white latex gloves were yanked off with ferocity and discarded hastily. It was just like the commander to call for a meeting when she was covered in all of the nastier bits of an alien being; she didn't bother to look down, knowing that she was grotesquely inappropriate for any sort of formal meeting with the rest of the crew. With another three spitfire curses in rapid succession of each other, the surgeon stripped off the lab jacket she'd been wearing, followed by her shirt and her pants, all of which were stuffed into the garbage chute. That man had no sense of timing.

"I leave the infirmary in your capable hands," Madeline said as she twisted on her feet, performing a dramatic bow with both of her hands extended to the side, one leg crossed in front of the other. The body on the table, cold and lifeless, said nothing at all. The surgeon turned on her heel, slapped the door command panel until it acquiesced and opened, and stormed out.

Despite the command to attend the fourth floor meeting, Madeline wasn't at all inclined to rush there first. In fact, unless that floor was full of men like Dakota (she rather doubted it), they would probably not appreciate her doing such a thing. After all, bare breast and ankles all the way wasn't exactly a shared ideal of clothing here on their lovely, beached little ship. Punching in the key code to her room, Madeline maneuvered around the door as it slid open, kicking on the light sensor with her foot. After dressing in "proper attire" - a white leather body suit with black and neon blue accents and boots to match - the surgeon spun on the spot, throwing on the black leather jacket and combing her hair back into a tight ponytail away from her face. If she was going to attend this goddamn meeting, she would do it in style. The last additions were the weapons belt (you never ********' knew when you'd need it, alright), and her contacts.

Then, with great dignity and no short amount of <********>, Madeline straightened her shoulders and went to the fourth floor. She was relatively ignored on her way up by passengers; after the shock of her appearance wore off, they usually went on their own ways without much difficulty. By the time she made it into the mess of the fourth floor, the entire crew had nearly packed into its space. The commander was just beginning his speech, and Madeline lifted her eyes up to the place where he stood. She watched as his words echoed down to the crew below, stirring them like a storm did a sea. So they were beached here like whales, and then they were expected to go out and fight wars and die?

Madeline's lips cracked into a smile, and then, without meaning to, a laugh. How ironic.

The waiting game began when Wilson took himself into the crowd. The first to volunteer was Dakota, and even though she didn't listen to much of his speech, she certainly watched them both with interest, her eyes bright and gleaming with the affect of the contacts in place. Allowing a few more people to spring to Wilson and profess their capabilities to him first, Madeline shifted through the crowd with a feline-like grace, pursuing the flow of others until it brought her closer to the man himself. She considered what to say - how had she forgotten to think about this before? - but her body moved of its own accord, and she felt her hand on his shoulder, a ghosting brush to catch his attention from behind as she moved in front of him to examine the man up close.

"Commander Wilson." She tasted the title on her lips with a slow sort of purr. They'd met before, but somehow this conversation seemed to err on a level of importance, and she wasn't going to muck it up by making lewd jokes to the stars and back. "I don't know if I've ever properly introduced myself to you, thinking of it now. I'm Madeline Alessandra Blanche. I hail from Meiestas." Meiestas was a planet that one would be hard-pressed to have never heard of. From above, it would look like a planet swallowed by technology and light; a dark maze of soaring towers and overlapping highways and concrete puzzles all fitting together like black marble and highlighted by the neon haze of sleek, dark cars and ships. The planet was famed for its technological craze and its consumption of nearly anything new to its system. Species from all reaches of the galactic system lived on Meiestas, either drawn by the craving for technology or the haze of possibilities that brimmed within such a large planet. "I am Asterion though, in my bones." Her grin turned vivacious then. The Asterion race was known to all as strong-willed, strong-armed creatures. They were master builders, and while the presumption was that they had spitfire tempers and a destructive way with their hands, they were also extremely crafty creatures.

Sobering, Madeline tilted her head up in the slightest. "To be honest, I am one of the best surgeons you'll likely ever meet, darlin'. I've sewn more men back together than there are people on this ship, not even counting the ones we found during the crash. I can list more diseases and poisons than you could ever dream of, and I can cure just as many of them. Medicine is my field of expertise, but don't mistake me as just a nancy doctor. I am just as good in the field as I am in the medical bay." She smiled at him, hooking her thumbs in her belt loops. "I'm well trained in decapitating a man with a paperclip and a piece of string - and being raised in Meiestas, I can honestly say that if you asked me to take apart nearly any piece of machinery, I could. If I really wanted to - ah - " She chewed down the words suck my own d**k in favor of "act like a show off, I could tell you I'm quick on my feet, I've inherited the strength of my race and I know how to use more types of guns than probably legal and sabers to boot. I'm bilingual; you sort of have to know a thing or two about the assholian amount of languages in the galaxy to understand when someone on your table is shouting that his left arm is infected with parasites."

She tilted herself back onto her heels, and smiled at Wilson kindly. She knew her attitude was probably about as friendly as a porcupine that just wanted to dissect things and play baseball, but Wilson had always been a good commander to her. "Listen," She said as an afterthought. "I'm probably happier when I'm operating on people than I am when I'm actually with them, but I'm a damned valuable asset and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. I don't care who you choose, I'll support you no matter what. Ask me for anything, and I'll give it to you, down to my life. If I'm an officer to you, than thats what I'll be. If you ask me to be a Lieutenant or a Sergeant of any kind, I'll do my damndest to fill that position properly, because ever since this ship went down, you've made this hell worth living in, and I'll follow you wherever you have to go." She paused for a moment and squeezed his shoulder before her head tilted and she gave out a little puff of air and laughed.

"Sorry, commander! I'm no good at speeches, gods but I shouldn't have even tried." She loosened her grip and slid her hand away with a fond smile. "Long story short is that I'll be whatever you need me to be, from a pawn to a knight. All you have to is ask." She gave a two-fingered salute with a grin. "I will follow you, my brother, my captain, my king. To hell and back if I have to."

With that, she slid back into the crowd, determined now to find Ami - and riddle her with kisses. But not really because she didn't want to die a horrible painful death.

And she did.

By leaping on the fish-girl.

From behind.

"Hi, Ami."

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chimarii

BECAUSE I COULD ALSO SUCK IT DAKOTA MADS IS THE KEY TO AMI'S HEART IJS

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

It seemed like any other day in the clinic. Mitsu was busy tending to the sick and injured, sending those who could leave on their way and comforting those who had to stay a little longer. A little boy, no more than six, with shoulder length black hair had caught her attention that day. He had a rather intense look on his face despite the tears that were running down his cheeks like he was using every ounce of will to keep from sobbing. The poor child's left arm was carefully cradling his right and the shifter could see the bloody rage he held to his elbow.

Kneeling down in front of the boy Mitsu carefully pulled his arm away to look at the deep cut. "My...what happened?" Mitsu asked gently, her voice filled with concern.

The boy looked at her just as intensely with those dark eyes but didn't say a word but his breathing had quickened a bit. He was about to get upset.

He looked so much like him....

"Come on then," Mitsu stood and waited for the boy to join her. "Let's get you patched up and on your way before you're friends worry."

The boy gave a stiff nod and followed the shifter from the waiting room to a smaller room for treatment. He was just as talkative while being fixed up only hissing as Mitsu disinfected the wound. "I know that stings but you're a brave boy right?" The boy nodded again remaining silent. "I knew you were." Mitsu smiled gently continuing to clean the wound. The boy winced and cringed but thankfully Mitsu was quick. "There now that wasn't so bad was it?" The boy only offered her a shake of the head in response, his lips still sealed tight.

Continuing to smile Mitsu held the conversation as the boy remained silent. She wasn't much of a talker generally but today she found an exception. "I bet something like this is nothing to you right? Just a small scratch really but your mom made a fuss?" The boy seemed to hesitate before he nodded sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "It doesn't look too bad really, I don't think it will need stitches, just a butterfly bandage or two to hold it together." The relief in the boy's eyes was instant and Mitsu's smile broadened as she patted him on the head. "Sit tight and I'll have you patched up in no time."

As promised Mitsu had the boy patched up and his arm wrapped in no time. Once done she lead him back out of the room to send him on his way. "Just try to be a little more careful next time alright?"

With a short nod the boy began to bound off recklessly only stopping to look back shortly. "Thank you lady." And then ran off out of sight.

Sighing Mitsu smiled and shook her head. He would probably be back in before the week was out. Just about to go see to another person waiting in the clinic her head tilted up as the intercom came on overhead. The voice of their commander pulled her to attention and she signaled that she was going to go on break and head up to the fourth floor to see what was the matter.

She made her way quickly up though the jerk of the elevator nearly made her heave. Ever since the 'landing' she had developed quite the fear of heights. Once she was on the desired floor she made her way to the meeting room and found quite a few others already gathered. Mitsu looked around shortly to see who was among them but her attention was pulled forward again as the commander arrived and addressed them.

"T...tribute?" Mitsu whispered, frowning deeply. She listened on, her brows knitted with worry. She knew what he was asking for. Soldiers for a war. This ship, this city was the only thing she had truly known as a home, even more so now than before. Mitsu knew without a doubt she would gladly lay down her life to protect it and even give her fellow citizens a chance to see the star filled sky again. There was only one hitch in her plan, one small gear out of alignment. She didn't know if she could fight him.

Still, there was a strong pull to duty and with only minimal reluctance Mitsu lifted her hand high. "I volunteer as Tribute." There was silence as she was allowed time to speak on her behalf, her eyes drifting somewhat nervously over the crowd. No, she had to be strong. Standing a little straighter she continued to speak. "I don't know much about my people other than I am a shifter. I was rescued from a Drifter Colony and brought here and raised in medicine with the need to help others. This place is the only place I have known as home and I want to protect it. The people here are precious to me."

The others seemed to be making point on their skills so Mitsu sought to do the same. "I am currently a nurse, I can help the wounded on the battle field but being a shifter I have a much larger form. I can and will defend my comrades to the last." Just hopefully not against him. Anyone but him.  

[poke mattix]

The top floor was her favorite hang out as of late. It offered her more space then the cramped (but cozy) living conditions of the 2nd floor. And it allowed her a glimpse of the endless plains of green grass and blue skies. She could feel the pull even now, to spread her wings and soar these foreign skies, to find out what this planet offered. But to leave this ship unguarded, even for a moment...

Her hands gripped the railing as she looked towards sky. Beyond the blue was the vastness of space, and she still hoped that one day this ship would return to it, to once again travel to distant galaxies and offer her a glimpse of the universe. Of adventure in it's purest form. But for now she merely kicked the railing in frustration of being stuck here with no working engines or any viable way to get off this backwater planet.

Suddenly the intercom beeped into life. A alert for all crewmembers to go to the fourth floor. Maybe it was some good news for once. Abandoning her senseless destruction of innocent railings, Pokerus picked up her portable hover-board and with a well practice jump and flick of the switch she was zooming off towards the lower decks. The board provided her a easier method of locomotion inside the ship (having large wings and lots of expensive equipment and/or robots around had it's drawbacks), and before long she was zooming along the shop front, vacating people moving the other way. Maybe she could pick up a hotdog after this meeting...

With the destination in sight she jumped off her board, heavy boots hitting the floor with a pleasant thud as she ran the rest of the way. Others already milling about, she looked towards the balcony. There was the Commander, looking slightly nervous but otherwise pretty cool. She didn't know him herself, but had heard from others his kindness and friendliness. Now the commander was beginning his speech, and it didn't take long for the seriousness of the situation to sink in. There was war afoot, and now they were being asked to defend the ship with their lives. Others had already stepped forward to offer their allegiance. She waited a bit before she too stepped forward.

"My name is Pokerus." She said. "I am a Drogiam from the Wuqkez System. My race is proud and strong, and the urge to battle thrives in our veins. The sea and sky is our domain." She revealed her razor sharp teeth in a grin. "I've traveled on this ship for many years, and I'll be dammed to see any ******** mess with it or anyone aboard." Her hands tipped with razor sharp claws flexed as she spoke, a long reptilian tail beginning to whip around in excitement. " I'd be glad to throw myself in front of danger, and I ain't afraid to take down anyone who is a threat to our safety."

She soon began scratching at the fins on the side of her head. "I'm not the best in strategy or healing, but I pride myself on my offense and I'm pretty good with a gun, and I also love bazookas. I'd be game to be your 1st lieutenant, but if not, I'm happy just to blow some s**t up."  

[Syusaki]

[[ Wilson has responded to each of you with some sort of inquiry/action! You are free to ignore it or answer it. ]]

At first, no names came to mind as he strode through the crowd. Gloved hands briefly reached up to adjust the bright green goggles perched upon his head. None of the crewmen chose to approach him in the beginning, but as he strode deeper into the crowd, people began to step forward and introduced themselves. Basic introductions, for the most part, were unnecessary when he was familiar with almost all of the crew on board. The commander considered it important to at least know each member by face and name. But each time someone called out his name or stepped forward, he obligingly ceased his wandering.

The first exclamation stopped Wilson in his tracks. “Do you now…Dakota, was it?” His lips curled into an amused grin as he folded his hands behind his back. The initial amusement was replaced by serious concentration as the commander eyed him critically while Dakota spouted his credentials. “Livius, you say? Quite the heritage you have there.” He quirked his eyebrow and there was a glint in his eyes, as if he had certain stories of the planet he would prefer not to divulge. Wilson crossed his arms and took in the soldier’s attire, head to toe. “Maybe if you straighten out your clothes I’ll consider it.”

He chuckled softly as he continued walking until a certain Quetz approached. “Ah, I know your kind.” His eyes crinkled with delight. “Flight is certainly a wonderful gift to possess, but tell me this—if you have failed once, what will you do to ensure you will not fail a second time? The entire city is at stake, and I want only the most determined and skilled to hold the most prestigious of roles.” Wilson’s voice was the opposite of harsh. It was kind, careful.

As he turned toward a mechanic, Wilson grinned and almost knocked against Roch’s gear. Almost. He knew some people could get touchy about their glorious work. “You’ve got some fine craftsmanship, Roch Scythe.” When he brandished the arm, Wilson was hardly surprised by the transformation. “How nice it must be to work in the engine room. Have you made any progress?” he wondered wistfully. “If you are willing to kill, then I must wonder if you’re more suited as the 1st lieutenant instead. Tell me—how far would you go for this ship?” He narrowed his eyes, something swirling in his pupils like a dark, gloomy gas.

The commander attempted to walk forward, but instead found himself approached by a blond Cetid. He cupped his chin with one hand as he considered her. “Would you care to elaborate on these intellectual endeavors of yours?” he mused, his voice drifting off as his gaze returned to the Quetz. “Hmm.” He hummed idly, but used the opportunity to head toward another part of the room before he heard a voice purring out his name.

Wilson stiffened up at first, but relaxed as soon as he turned around and realized it was only Madeline. “Miss Blanche,” he returned with a polite nod to the surgeon. He couldn’t stop the low whistle from escaping his lips as he took in all of her qualifications. “You certainly have a myriad of talents don’t you, Madeline?” He chuckled softly and eyed her carefully. “Answer me this, Miss Blanche, you are quite well-rounded so if you had to choose out of the four, who would you be?” Except she had already disappeared. Well, this wasn’t exactly an interview session.

“Drifter Colonies,” he repeated as he settled his gaze on Mitsu. His once-amused expression turned solemn as he nodded his head. “I have a simple question, Mitsu.” Maybe his knowing her name would startle her, maybe not. “Your form—do you use it skillfully? Can you call it a blessing or a curse?”

The commander glanced at Pokerus before fully turning toward the girl. “I’ve been to many galaxies and planets, but I’m afraid I can’t say I’ve personally been to Drogiam, though I have certainly heard of your kind’s great abilities.” Wilson eyed her tail and sharp teeth before he smiled. “I’m glad to know you hold this old ship of mine so dear. Regardless of what position you become, you certainly hold an important role in this fight and do not forget that. But it’s important to not only know offense, but defense and strategy as well. How do you plan to compensate your weakness?”

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Nyxtsuki Moon

Eranas

Ice Queen

chimarii

keiifuu

Inu-Mitsu

poke mattix

 

[Inu-Mitsu]

Mitsu couldn't help but look to Madeline, smiling proud at their doctor on broad. The shifter could only hope to be as half as good one day but she never wanted to give up on helping others. It's what pushed her onward to try harder.

Hearing her name come from the lips of their commander was indeed startling. There were so many people present, so many people in the city and yet somehow he had kept her name in mind and matched it with her face. It lifted her in a way making her straighten her shoulders a bit more though the question made her tilt her head.

"It's..." She looked down at her hands, her wolfish ears pivoting back and forth. "It's who I am." Came her answer finally almost looking confused. "If I can use my form to help someone if only once I can't deem it as a curse. I know my other form well, there will be no hitch in my abilities I promise you."  

[Ice Queen]

When asked about his work, Roch's expression darkened somewhat. "It's a bagjagger, I'm not gonna lie," he admitted quietly. "I even brought in some of my own gallinium, trying to patch up a particularly nasty piece of work. I'm going to have to carve it off and smelt it again, to try a second time. But I'll go as far as I need to go," he said. It wouldn't be the first time, it seemed, by the look on his face.

"My main goal is getting us up and running--but we all die, well, that's worth blugnuts, don't you think? Working ship, dead crew. Pretty much pointless--and how in the bliznox am I going to get back on the web if we're stuck on the ground?" he added, tapping the implant over his eye. "Or IN the ground? If that's the case, until we get rid of the problem, I'd be willing to be whatever lieutenant you want me to be."

If you didn't mind what was obviously an ex(?) space pirate for a first mate.

Syusaki