ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander

[Aria de Maria Guillen]

Ária de María Guillén has always been a bit of a misfit. She grew up on Earth, and as a child was fascinated with learning about the early ocean explorers of ancient times, the navigators and adventurers. She was a bright kid, so pretty soon she was getting her hands dirty in every kind of home-engineered tech she could. With a few dangerous incidents involving highly radioactive materials. But she survived and was soon turning out scientific papers almost obsessively.

But her thirst for adventure and exploration got the better of her academic interests, and as always, she wanted to get her hands dirty.
So being naturally impulsive and a bit of a nutcase, she quit academia, scraped together enough money to buy a Sidewinder with far too many previous owners, and signed up for flying lessons. She dropped out half way through. She'd run out of money and decided she could learn as she went along anyway. Her journey into the black had begun.

Her first journey would be 1068 ly trip out of human controlled space.

She ran out of fuel at 72.

Never daunted, she got into even more debt and bought another Sidey. This time she started to make some cash. Way more than she'd ever been paid before.

Ária had always thought that politics was pretty pointless. But living in the Federation, she found the glorification of the military annoying. Li Yong-Rui's goals fascinated her, but she ended up deciding that allying with the Pretty Princess would make the most sense for her ambitions.
Like Aisling, she didn't like slavery either, and if she could help to end it in the Empire she'd be happy.

At first, she based herself in Cubeo, being the headquarters of the Prismatic Imperium and Aisling's bid for the Imperial Throne, but due to her far-ranging activities and access to cutting-edge tech, she was recruited into Aisling's manumission activities. She in now based at I Sola prospect to keep an eye on the rest of the empires slaving operations, under the cover of a scientist and engineer involved in long-haul trading and exploration.

In spite of allying with the Empire she isn't at all interested in a shiny, luxurious Gutamaya ship. She's more than happy skipping around the stars in her little Diamondback X which, of course, she engineered heavily. A lot of it herself. For the times when she wants a passenger for a bit of company, she also picked up a good deal on an Asp X while on a mission in Hip 5700. And for her more dangerous activities in the field, a nicely kitted out Krait MK II. Just in case she runs into any determined threats.

Sure, she can't be bothered much with the paintwork. Sure, her cockpit smells of BO and cigarettes, with a couple of snack packets floating around. Sure, with months in space, her personal hygiene leaves a bit to be desired. But she loves what she does, even though she sometimes takes insane risks just to satisfy her curiosity.

Most of all, she's completely oblivious to what anyone thinks of her.

Name: Ária de María Guillén
Age: 29
Birthplace: Earth
Height: 5'8"/152cm
Weight: 114lbs/52kg
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Skin Colour: Fair
Allegiance: Aisling Duval
Profession: Explorer/Scientist/Engineer/Aisling Duval agent

Ships -
Diamondback Explorer - La Chica del Fuego
Asp Explorer - Doncella de las Estrellas
Type 9 Heavy - El Ciervo Dorado
Krait MK II - Mother of Skulls

 

[Prince Tharik Otoli]

"You are an amazing writer man! winky face"
- Some random Commander who I'm friends with

"As mediocre amateurs go, he's one of the best."
- This guy on discord.

"Ah! Your<sic> one of those dorks that write fan-fic on Inara. Eat me."
- A n00b I ganked

"I mean, if you're really bored..."
- My own family members

"You don't have anything else to do during Coronavirus anyway..."
- The CDC

Delve into the exciting world of Imperial Corsair Prince Tharik Otoli! Once an Imperial Space Marine turned Noble Lord, then turned Space-pirate, the adventures of Prince Tharik Otoli are always sure to excite and entrance!

Based on my actual gameplay, mostly anyway, or to be more accurate, often making light of ridiculous game mechanics or lore in a game I truly love.

So, I think I joined Elite nearly three years ago. I plodded around just playing the game, earning money, and ultimately becoming a Duke and getting myself a Cutter, something at the time I considered the pinnacle of an Imperial Career, though I had barely even scratched the surface of engineering. So, after noticing that Torval HQ in Synteini, a system nearby the system that I started calling my "home," had flipped to Independent I became slightly aghast and headed to the forums to make sense of this and rally the Imperial cause! This would be my first tepid foray into any true multi-player engagement, in spite of having played in Open often enough, at least enough to stop being salty about being ganked.

Well, it turns out that somehow this development was acceptable and benefits something called "Power Play" - honesty who knows or even cares what THAT is - and no one really wanted to do anything about it. However, that fateful post led to me meeting some folks from Loren's Legion and joining their squad. They are a really great group of guys and gals who's senior members had been around from the beginning, and those characters had major roles in the Salome event leading to them being featured in Drew Wagar's second official Elite novel. Furthermore, one of them is an avid amateur writer and has even continued their stories through his own unofficial novels!

They had a discord set up where they did some Role-Playing, I was a DnD player decades ago so I jumped right in! It was really my first time doing this kind of online discord RP and no doubt I made plenty of faux-pas. The first one, which became apparent to me, had to do with my character's backstory. I had constructed this idea of being a displaced nobleman from the Synteini Imperial Society - the faction that used to control Synteini and the one I was mainly supporting in my "home" - based on my Imperial Rank of "Duke," which shortly thereafter became "Prince." It was pointed out to me that those ranks, by lore, are only "honorary" and it made sense that it should be that way for a number of reasons having to do with RP etiquette. I will be honest and say, being told I can't or shouldn't be doing something only made me want to do more of it. From that point, I began exaggerating the haughty qualities of my character as well as mashing up 70's era sci-fi with themes from Caribbean Piracy during the Age of Sail. Why? Because PIRATES. Happily, my squadmates kindly tolerated this and even perhaps encouraged it.

All this ultimately led to "The Adventures of Prince Tharik Otoli: Space Pirate" my sometimes parody of the game, a sometimes serious attempt at sci-fi / horror, but always meant in good fun. I really hope you all have time to check out some of them. I feel like I keep getting better at this and I am quite proud of the most recent stories, I have received more than a few compliments at this point and that has encouraged me to do more. These stories continue the adventures of my character after he left Loren's Legion building on my RP - and recalling some of it - during my time with them.

All the stories CAN be read stand-alone, though they are certainly tied together, and they are all purposely crafted to be very short so as to appeal to a wider audience. I don't imagine myself so skilled as to be able to hold anyone's attention for long and to be honest, I can only write so much. I draw from the game, the lore, and even my own family and my own life, as I suppose many authors do. I really enjoyed writing these and I hope you can take some time to read a few.

Thank you so much for your time!

-Tharik Otoli (not really a Prince)

In chronological order:

A Purveyor of Rare and Taboo Goods
Tharik returns from Colonia only to disappoint his wife by refusing to retire as he said he would.

La Concorde
It finally occurs to Tharik that a Krait mkII can actually be a better pirate ship than a Cutter when chasing smaller ships. Also, didn't you know? He's famous!

Bay 21
An orphan boy wanders into the wrong hangar.

A Boy's Best Friend
Young Janus Otoli is saved by his pet. Inspired by my own son and his cat.

Senatum Arbitrium
Imperial mechanizations among minor factions. Based on an actual in-game BGS struggle.

High Crimes and Misdemeanors
Tharik sets up a small business and is dismayed to learn his crew started a prostitution ring. Also has elements of the results of in-game BGS actions.

The Enemy of thy Enemy
Tharik joins The Code as a privateer to fight for Riedquat.

Unholy Trinity
Tharik is reunited with characters from his time in Loren's Legion. Also, more Riedquat.

No Nightclubs This Time...
A continuation of the previous story. The crew takes on a job from an enigmatic client.

Et tu, Brute?
A hapless pilot and a famous character run afoul of our heroes.

There Came Hail and Fire Mixed with Blood
The exchange for contracted items goes down, and NPCs stick their noses where they don't belong. (Another Commander and I actually RP'ed these events in-game!)

Imperial Letter of Marque and Reprisal
I found a historical(?) Letter of Marque online and had a little fun with it.

Hell Hath No Fury
The crew travels to Grebegus to meet the leader of The Spice Smugglers. (The first of my logbooks written on behalf of another PC about his character.)

Caring is Sharing
Straight-up PvP piracy as it often goes down in-game, and an homage to a classic.

From Hell's Heart...
A sci-fi horror short story and the much sought after in-game "reason" for "ganking." (Another logbook featuring someone else's character.)

The Ingénue in Paresa
Lady Electra Otoli attends a formal function and Hadrian Duval tries coming onto her. Inspired - loosely, no pun intended - by my wife and her eldest son. (One more about another PC as well.)

Author's note: I have been recently taking requests from other Commanders to feature their characters as leads in my logbooks, collectively titled, "The Adventures of Prince Tharik Otoli: Space Pirate." If any Commander, whether you RP / write fan fiction or not, would like to be included in my stories or perhaps even collaborate on a story to add to the richness of the Elite Universe, please PM me, Tharik Otoli. Thank you.

 

[Borko]

My name was... is... Toffington. I... where do i go? She’s gone, he’s gone... they took her away. I trusted them all, I served them all... and... Jenny... little Owen... Where?

Oh, no. Oh god, it’s coming again. Can you... no, nobody can... it knows, it sees too deep... I must...

The Dissonance... it calls...

/rp. Toff was a high-ranking imperial officer until one of Aisling’s coattail-riders got jealous. The public story told of cowardice under fire, but in truth everything was taken from him at gun point. Jenny and Owen are years gone, forced into slavery — it’s not even clear if either is still alive — and Toff can’t bear to look for them anymore.

Out in Guardian space, something found him. Something that preys on his sorrow and anger. Something that makes him kill, or die. But he can’t die; every time he does he just comes right back. It starts all over: driven to kill, unable to die. Toff is in chains of his own. A slave to the Dissonance.

 

[StiTch]

My name is StiTch!

I have a little blue companion. He likes Hawaiian cocktails, girls and pizzas - and he won't take anyone arguing with him about the latter.

Me? I like drinking and shooting things. Everything, for that matter. I am drinking right now, and...shooting things.

Sorry not sorry if what I am shooting is you. Apply for compensation here.

 

[CMDR Sophie Joanne]

CMDR Timo Kepler
??/??/3281 - celebrates 14/4, the day he was taken from the mining colony.
6'1", Blue eyes, Brown hair
System of origin unknown
Cobra mk3 - Trader/Smuggler of high value, illegal or stolen goods.

Born into slavery, in 3281, in an unknown mining colony, Timo was smuggled out of the system, aged roughly one, on the ship of a Cmdr John Kepler.
Having lost his own family - and not knowing what else to do with a lone baby with nowhere to take him - John decided to bring up Timo as a son, passing on his own last name.
John sacraficed himself to allow Timo to escape, leaving Timo the Aletheia, a Cobra mk3 outfitted primarily for trading small volumes of high value - or illegal - goods, although it has been known to take down the odd attacker and escape system security now and again, along with the rest of his possessions.
Timo spends most of his time doing trade runs to small stations and colonies out on the frontier, which is where he can often be found, although he does occasionally venture off seeking the truth behind the stories John used to tell him; of Raxxla, the Ryders, The Dark Wheel, CIEP, Galcop and INRA, amongst others, including finding the wing of Imperial ships that had been the reason for John's death - John's old ship was, after all, named after the Greek Goddess of truth...

 

[MadDog McMild]

Not much to tell about me...
I'm an old transporter pilot and earned my wings in the alliance forces in one of the last wars. After retirement I bought some old Type-6 and started my own business. My goal is to once sail the galaxy in a well outfitted Anaconda and explore the deep, but right now I just pile up credits to buy that piece of beauty.
I do own several ships by now, one for each task, so I don't need to swap modules all the time.
My ships are all named after famous Science busters (austrians and germans from sol->earth should know what I mean, and my present explorer ship, a Krait Phantom, is named "Heinz Oberhummer").
If someone needs help for a mission with lots of cargo, I can haul 700 t per run, and visited quite a lot of engineers to power up my trusty Type-9.
I lived for a while in George Lucas/Leesti, but moved on to Kroehl Orbital/Udegoci.
So if you want to contact me, I will be around that place for some time now.

Thanks for listening.
MadDog McMild

 

[_flashpoint_]

CMDR =flashpoint=

Real Name - Tomas Cassius

Born in Theta Indi, his father was a high ranking military officer, and his mother a sharp commercial director. A thoroughly opulent lifestyle awaited him, and both the rigorous training of personal honour directed by his father and the commercial operations teaching directed by his mother (and the terrible example of Harold Duval) ensured that he made the firm choices not to fall into degeneracy. Whilst his family owned many slaves, all were treated with respect and lived a comfortable lifestyle at the home residence, and the slaves under the direct control of his family generally avoided many of the privations of some less honourable slavemasters.

He was firmly encouraged to follow his father's footsteps, and his father ensured that upon joining the Imperial Navy, he was not given any preferential treatment, and therefore was not assigned to any forces under his father's command, feeling patronage would not reflect well upon his honour.

However, this rise to glory would soon be quashed. His father had the dishonour of falling foul to a Federal military trick, which was judged by his father's peers as avoidable, and lost his life in a skirmish action defending an expansion of the Federation. Of course, the rumours spread. Had he done this intentionally? The stain on the family's honour spread by whispers, and a rival family, the DeViscals, began to undermine his mother's business interests. The loss of her husband had hit her hard, combining with the gossip and the undermining of her corporate interests to ultimately drive her to an early grave, some three years afterwards.

Disgusted by the whispers and the lies about his father and the betrayal of everything the Empire held dear that he witnessed, Tomas resigned from the Imperial Navy. He sought to regain the family's honour by duelling and defeating the heir to the DeViscal family. Much to his absolute disgust, Ruthian DeViscal denied the duel, stating that to "duel the son of a traitor was beneath him". Tomas then stated "My honour is intact, whatever lies you believe about my father" and struck out. In his anger, he had forgotten the rites of the duel. He was restrained forcibly and ejected, falling down "many stairs" on his way out, as the supervising officer described afterwards.

Whilst he now was, essentially, little more than a slave at this point in social standing, he did still have some cash. Disgusted by the way his family had been treated, he resolved to leave the Empire, as he now had no way to redress his fall from grace. Purchasing a second hand Sidewinder, he struck out away from Imperial space. He knew little of the Federation or the Alliance, only needing to know that they were the enemy. Of course, the second hand Sidewinder had a flaw in the frameshift drive that he did not become aware of until, hopping around the independent systems on the dark side of the bubble, the ship dropped in slightly too close to the system's star, and the dropshock cracked a vital relay. On the in-system cruise, it worked it's way loose and dropped him out of supercruise violently enough to rupture the bearings around the powerplant. A system cascade failure broke the ship apart, ejecting Tomas into the black.

The emptiness of the void pulled at Tomas. He felt the weight of what it truly meant to be such an insignificant speck against the vast expanse of the black.
The distant pinpricks of light were lost as his life support began to fail. O2 deprivation began to set in and he began to laugh at just how much he had lost. Laugh at his death fast approaching.

A squawk of static just as he began to fall into his final sleep, and his last sensation was a small bump.

He awoke on a ship. A female face looked at him. "My name's Gillette, and you're safe". After regaining enough of his senses to hear her very much non-imperial accent, resolved to make a new start, and after a few conversations about the ship accident, he kept his senses enough to not reveal his past, but merely stated he needed a job.

Commander Stacey Gillette was a smuggler, trader and no-nonsense Jill-of-all-trades. She explained to Tomas that he could work for her, running some small trades in a Cobra, and doing a bit of mining on the side to help her and her system out. Tomas, with all his past dissolved in his near death experience, heard about her little group, and the many other independent pilots flying for themselves, resolved to live his life as a nomad, no longer calling any man "master".

Tomas and Stacey got on well at first, but Tomas developed feelings for her, and his resolution to remain completely independent forced his sense of honour to leave her and her team.

With the cash he had gained with Gillette and her team, he purchased a Cobra and outfitted it for bounty hunting. His naval training assisted much here, and now he owns 3 ships. A type 7 he uses for quick mining cash, named the Alfred's Endurance, an AspX for when the silence of the black calls him away, named the Stellar Drift, and finally his pride and joy, the Alliance Chieftain "Hephaestus".

If you see him in the black, he's approachable but professional, and his years of tracking subjects around in Alliance bars has managed to give him a rather fatalistic sense of humour.

 

[FadedCalicoJack]

Real Name: Jackson "Jack" Calico
Place of Birth: Sol (North America)
Year of Birth: 3271
Height: 5'10" / 177 cm
Weight: 234 lb / 106 kg
Gender: Male
Build Type: Athletic
Skin Color: White
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Language/Accent: Galactic Basic (North Americas)
Favorite Food: Steak (Earth), Shrimp Fried Rice (Shana Bei)
Favorite Beverage: Beer, Wine, Harma Silver Sea Rum, Water
Vices: Psychedelics, Cannabis/Onion-head, Tobacco, Alcohol

Jackson “Jack" Calico was born on December 3, 3271. His father, Jonathan Calico, was a Post Captain in the Federal Navy. Jonathan was stationed in Sol for pretty much his entire career, working with the 933rd Intelligence Battalion. Jack's mother, Vanessa Calico (nee Rakham, and native Martian) was a pronounced scientist and was an instrumental party in the signing of the London Treaty, later becoming an avid conspiracy theorist and anti-xeno activist. Jack had a pretty ordinary childhood, growing up on Earth and occasionally traveling with his father to other stations within the Sol system. By the time Jack was a teenager, he had become quite a well traveled young man. Jack finished primary and secondary school pretty averagely, mostly due to the fact that he struggled with emotional troubles brought on by the stress of his parents divorce when he was just coming out of primary school. During his tenure in secondary school, Jack became more and more involved with athletics helping usher him into a spot at Galactic Academy. During his time at Academy, Jack studied Criminal Justice and Military Sciences, while minoring in Astronomy and Aeronautics. While he was at university, he met an amazing woman named Breyzla, a beautiful young woman serving with the Federal Naval Forces. She began to plant the seed of maybe joining the Federal Naval Auxiliary. Jack graduated university and began a career in the Earth Security Force, though after a couple of years there, he became disenfranchised with the current justice system and politics and bureaucracy. In January of 3304, Jonathan Calico was assigned to Asami Orbital in Pleiades Sector JC-V d2-62, when in February of that same year, a massive Thargoid invasion had occurred and he was killed in the attack. Having just ended his relationship due to Breyzla's infidelity, Jack was blindsided by the fact that his father had been killed. Jack quit his job and began closing down. Disgruntled with the way Jack left, his supervisor at ESF, had his Sol system permit revoked. He shut himself off to family and friends, spending most of his time in the simulator and at the data center conducting research. After about a year, Jack emerged, and enlisted in the Federation Navy as a Cadet. He made his way through Pilot's Federation training, serving in various units in the Naval Logistics Division, flying trade routes and mining operations. In early 3304, the Federal Navy re-assigned Jackson (after much “ass kissing”, as he would say), as a Rifleman with Federal Security Assistance Forces, mainly being part of boarding parties and training in close quarters combat and infantry and law enforcement operations. Jack served with the Federal Navy on active duty until in spring of 3304, Jackson, became disgruntled with the fact that he could not get an assignment within Pleiades Sector, as he wanted to take the fight to the Thargoids more than anything, and he stepped down from active duty into the Federal Naval Auxiliary and was recruited into Evangeline's Elite Expeditionary Force. After Jackson joined the EEEF thinking he was going to be fighting Thargoids, he found himself back in the day to day monotony of bureaucracy again. It was more politics than fighting, something that Jackson has never excelled at. Jackson has a kind heart, but since military service, doesn’t always have the best “people skills”. After a year in service to the EEEF, Jackson became disenfranchised again, submitted his resignation, and then took his Anaconda “The Midgard” off into the void. In late 3305, Jackson arrived in Eos, as he had been making his way back into the bubble from the ‘Void and was working as a privateer, taking whatever odd jobs he could get, transporting goods, passengers, and using his skills that he learned in the military to make his way as a bounty hunter and mercenary for hire. Jackson worked mining rigs in Eos, until he had the fortune of meeting Roland Marks, a fellow he served in the Federal Navy with. And that is the story of where Pointman Industries begins...

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[Half-Lock]

Cadence Nain of Cubeo 3. Former Imperial slave returned to Cubeo sworn to Princess Aisling

 

[Galvinero]

incoming wide beam This is CMDR MAPUDAN of the Primo actu, we have been in pursuit of the *****, our fleet has been ********* and have taken many *******, We have FOUND the key, but the black ship force are heading, ********* we have recently been resupplied and had to get my canopy fixed, after the last scuffel we lost,******** and ********* .
Corrupted data, please contact your local interstellar contact to report this behavior
The ground shakes for the one awaits

 

[Brenda Zephyr]

My ship sprang a leak.

There I was. Flying between star systems, deep in interstellar space, when suddenly, my cat started freaking out. She would run up to me, then run back towards the cargo bay meowing loudly and acting like she was in an utter panic. Still several weeks away from my goal, I set the autopilot on, and went back to see what the problem was. Serena led me to one of the cargo bay bulkheads and kept meowing at a spot. I didn't understand what she was saying, because there was nothing on the other side of that bulkhead except deep space. In annoyance I shook my head and went back to the cockpit. Stupid cat.

She followed me into the cockpit and just glared at me, so I grabbed her and tossed her into the passenger cabins and sealed the door between her and I. Back in the cockpit I went about my business checking systems and making sure my ship was functioning properly when the cabin pressure gauge caught my attention. Staring at it, I couldn't understand why it seemed so important, then I saw it. it ticked down a fraction of a millibar of pressure. THAT caught my attention fast. I ran a full systems diagnostic and came back with a startling conclusion. At the rate I was losing air, I'd be dead before I reached my destination. I had a leak and unless I fixed it. Well, things would not end well for me.

That's when I got this mental impression of my cat giving me an "I told you so" look. I had read about ship cats being special, and that their owners placed a high value on them, but I never knew why until now. I had paid a small sum for Serena when my ship was originally commissioned, because rats and other small creature infestations were the bane of any ship that docked at a star port or landed on a planet, and my ship does both. So having a ship cat, was a good business decision. I put down the expense as government requirements for interstellar craft that made various ports of call and required all animals to be certified safe. Just one more operating expense.

But now I knew otherwise. Cats must be especially sensitive to pressure changes, and Serena had pointed me right at a pinhole leak, and I'd not only ignored her, I punished her for annoying the idiot in command. Out I went, back to the area of the ship that Serena had taken me to. Using one of my ship tools, I soon discovered the exact point of the leak, and patched it with a nano-compound. It should hold till I make dock, where I could have the leak fixed by the shipyard there. Serena just sat there next to me, licking her paw and totally pretending that she didn't care. But I knew better now.

Later in the evening, I prepared one of the 'special' meals I always reserve for myself for longer trips. Blackened Salmon, shrimp, and an 2 cm thick Ribeye steak. I gave half the Salmon and Shrimp to Serena. She investigated the steak but I got the impression she considered it overcooked (it was medium-rare). After the meal, I made sure Serena knew that I knew who had really saved the ship. She was petted until she decided she had enough and went sauntering smugly off to investigate the bowels of my ship.

Oh, I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Brenda Zephyr, and my ship is the PPL Andromeda. I carry cargoes and do some mild exploration in my journeys between star systems, and my ship cat Serena, is more valuable to me than all the wealth in the galaxy.

 

[CMDR Sophie Joanne]

My ship sprang a leak.

There I was. Flying between star systems, deep in interstellar space, when suddenly, my cat started freaking out. She would run up to me, then run back towards the cargo bay meowing loudly and acting like she was in an utter panic. Still several weeks away from my goal, I set the autopilot on, and went back to see what the problem was. Serena led me to one of the cargo bay bulkheads and kept meowing at a spot. I didn't understand what she was saying, because there was nothing on the other side of that bulkhead except deep space. In annoyance I shook my head and went back to the cockpit. Stupid cat.

She followed me into the cockpit and just glared at me, so I grabbed her and tossed her into the passenger cabins and sealed the door between her and I. Back in the cockpit I went about my business checking systems and making sure my ship was functioning properly when the cabin pressure gauge caught my attention. Staring at it, I couldn't understand why it seemed so important, then I saw it. it ticked down a fraction of a millibar of pressure. THAT caught my attention fast. I ran a full systems diagnostic and came back with a startling conclusion. At the rate I was losing air, I'd be dead before I reached my destination. I had a leak and unless I fixed it. Well, things would not end well for me.

That's when I got this mental impression of my cat giving me an "I told you so" look. I had read about ship cats being special, and that their owners placed a high value on them, but I never knew why until now. I had paid a small sum for Serena when my ship was originally commissioned, because rats and other small creature infestations were the bane of any ship that docked at a star port or landed on a planet, and my ship does both. So having a ship cat, was a good business decision. I put down the expense as government requirements for interstellar craft that made various ports of call and required all animals to be certified safe. Just one more operating expense.

But now I knew otherwise. Cats must be especially sensitive to pressure changes, and Serena had pointed me right at a pinhole leak, and I'd not only ignored her, I punished her for annoying the idiot in command. Out I went, back to the area of the ship that Serena had taken me to. Using one of my ship tools, I soon discovered the exact point of the leak, and patched it with a nano-compound. It should hold till I make dock, where I could have the leak fixed by the shipyard there. Serena just sat there next to me, licking her paw and totally pretending that she didn't care. But I knew better now.

Later in the evening, I prepared one of the 'special' meals I always reserve for myself for longer trips. Blackened Salmon, shrimp, and an 2 cm thick Ribeye steak. I gave half the Salmon and Shrimp to Serena. She investigated the steak but I got the impression she considered it overcooked (it was medium-rare). After the meal, I made sure Serena knew that I knew who had really saved the ship. She was petted until she decided she had enough and went sauntering smugly off to investigate the bowels of my ship.

Oh, I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Brenda Zephyr, and my ship is the PPL Andromeda. I carry cargoes and do some mild exploration in my journeys between star systems, and my ship cat Serena, is more valuable to me than all the wealth in the galaxy.

Kudos for managing to cook a steak in 0-gee! Sure beats my re-hydrated kibble!

 

[Brenda Zephyr]

Kudos for managing to cook a steak in 0-gee! Sure beats my re-hydrated kibble!

Thanks. It's a challenge but magnetic boots, and frying pan lids helps. It's tossing the scampi while cooking it that is the real challenge. Have you ever tried to get shrimp parts out of your air purifiers? argh, and if you miss one, the smell. It's horrid. Ask me how I know....

 

[STRONTIUM DOG]

excerpts from a hitch hikers guide to this galaxy by SD
less contraversal then a brexit doctrine rolled up and inside the mouth of may
twice jetteroned for free by the great publishing corperations
of usra minor
worth more than the bank of zaonce in a fire fight, difinativley more dapper than Henson Duval in 2320.
handier than than a towel when it comes to beyond arms range combat for when dealing murphy's law
"so you can really throw the book at them!"
and says in large frendly letters on the back PANIC BY ALL MEANS BUT IT WONT HELP!
which is said to be more a informal statement than other better well known guides of this type.

space this perticular guide says is big very big in fact its a whole lot bigger than the last time a guide of this type has written any thing really significant about it and the earth is still mostly harmless in the grand scheme of things unfortunately.....
This is most likley due the actions of one idividual who goes by the hacker name of tj and is virtually guilty of every crime this galaxy has a law for and is probably the reason why this galaxy just breaks down somtimes which is extremly disconcerting for all within its jump range boundries.....
more on this is covered in this guide later
SEE RAXXLA MONOLITH NO PRECIPITAITION


whats that for?
what ever its for always get more!
said to be a wiser saying than why is the lavian brandy always gone?

Always get more means bigger better faster stronger you and your ships eventually via an engineer some of whoms requirments are less than savory not mentoning any names but occupied life pods seriously?says this guide is just plain wrong even though this guide is unbiased weather trader smuggler pirate or bounty hunter there are some things this guide just cant condone weather its just a Gutamaya type nightmare or not

 

[SouthernGorilla]

Using the same name I used in That Other Space Game-- Phineas Blacksoles. Had an entire story there, but it doesn't quite work here. So I'll have to rethink things.

 

[Distant Carrier]

I am a papered enigma from parts unknown, formerly a princeling, sometimes called 'the Dowager Prince' by other mysterious persons. I have very high airs all about me, and very often speak in pro-forma riddles or make cryptic reference to events, places and peoples now far, far away. My origin is unplaceable, but I am most certainly a physio-mortal being as opposed to other ways of being.

My worst quality is that I will rarely speak downward to those I'm unfamiliar with, and my best quality is that I've suffered an important kick upon an ignoble area and have graduated from being an excellent personage to being an excellent person. My state of reception is generally high-spirited and sharp, occasionally blithe or wry-humored, and occasionally grim when fixated on dangers or darkness which I imagine only I perceive.

 

[Sheronimo]

I am known as Sher, but, my full name is Sheronimo. I am a loner in the black. I started my journey in a DBX with no engineering and no one to help me. I bought it after a few missions, and I set my sights on the inner core of the galaxy. I ran from people, ran from society, ran from anyone trying to make me into what they wanted. I wanted my own path, my way, and that is what I got. After a long, cold, lonely trip to Sag A, then to Colonia, I started to build a fortune, and a fleet. I built a Python, made it a miner, and began the long road to riches through selling rocks. I made a small fortune, but had nothing to spend the money on, and, I was way out in Colonia, with limited places to spend that money. After a lot of convincing by my family, I finally headed back to the bubble. I had been outside the bubble for nearly 3 years, and really did not want to come back, but, family needed me closer, and I finally gave in. I jumped back in the DBX, parked the Python, and headed to the Lave area. For a year, I built a fleet, moving from station to station, engineering, buying, building, selling, and eventually amassed a fortune of ships, gear, and credits.

Then, the carriers came...
I saved credits like a madman, not knowing how much they would be, kept checking all posts about them, finally, got a final answer, 5 Billion Credits. SOLD! The Glaurung entered my life, a HUGE moving station/city. Able to carry everything I owned, and much more. Again, needing to make it my own, I set course for Colonia, and went there within a week of buying the Glaurung. My crew and I worked to get to know each other, hired on a full staff, fully decked her out with all the mods, and away we went. I will never look back. We spent a few months on a shakedown cruise, traveling nearly halfway around the galaxy, finally coming back to the bubble for the same reasons as before, family wanted me closer. Again, as I should, I made my way home, and changed my ways to accommodate. I became a business man, a privateer, taking any job if the money and rewards are worth it, and I get richer, and richer...

Then, the Odyssey began...
With the new availability of suits and gear, I have again taken off on a quest, to get the best of all gear I can. Money helps, but, it does not get you good gear. Time, guile, skill, and stubbornness does. I am currently at G5 on all 3 suits, and I almost have all my weapons G5 as well. I have become the killer of settlements, the thief who cannot be caught, the scavenger who takes it all, and, before long, I will, once again, have the best of everything I can find. When I reach that point, I will again, relax, slow down, kick back and put my feet on my desk aboard the Glaurung, and say, "what will I do now?" Probably work the market, mine, and do whatever I need to pay the bills, and keep the credits flowing, as before. I may never understand why I am here, but, I will not let that stop me from trying to be the richest, best equipped privateer in the galaxy. Maybe I will never get there, but, I will enjoy the journey the entire time. o7

I sincerely hope your journey is enjoyable as well...

Learn about me here!

 

[Theta Forty-seven]

The Empire took my family, my home, and even my face. I am but one of millions of lives erased by their authoritarian insanity. I have devoted my entire existence to destroying the monarchs who believe themselves gods of mankind, to forge a galaxy as it should've been had the first Emperor not stolen it from us. No matter how much destruction we bring, how many people die by our hands, how much we damn our souls with unforgivable sins, we will fix the course of history and create the home we were promised.

Until Theta Seven betrayed us. He forgot our war on the Duval dynasty, he cares not for the destruction of the system of bondage the Empire has forced on mankind. He left us behind to instead go to war on Humanity itself. I tried to forgive him when he got revenge for the Nine Martyrs and attacked all the governments, even attacking people like Felicia Winters and Edmund Mahon, who at least wanted democracy to flourish. But when he attacked the Marlinists, declaring them traitors to his narrow-minded vision, all because they had the nerve to disagree with him? No. That's not what Neo Marlinism is about. We fight to seize our home back, not to butcher each other if they won't listen to us. That is what authoritarians do. That is what the Duvals do.

Theta Seven is a traitor to Neo Marlinism, and is nothing more than an authoritarian butcher identical to the Duvals he swore to destroy. I have left the Neo Marlinist Liberation Army behind and obtained forged Pilots Federation credentials, obtained a starship and an arsenal of guns, to go on a single, solitary goal. Theta Seven was my friend, but now I will stop at nothing to end his life. For how can we set the galaxy free when he instead wants it to burn?

 

[Theta Forty-seven]

(I accidentally hit the wrong button, please delete this post.)

 

[ParalyzingPaw]

Approved For Release 3307/11/12 : GCR-501-074-6-3-9
CLASSIFIED
TOP SECRET
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Inter Galactic Intelligence Agency
Priority: 5
SYSTEM : Sol
DATE : 31 April 3302
PLACE : [REDACTED]
SUBJECT : Dangerous Person(s) of Interest
SOURCE AND APPRAISAL : A competent [------REDACTED------]
REF : 26X1A
FIELD REPORT NO. [REDACTED]




1. On 27 April 3298 [-----REDACTED-----] made the following statement(s):
a. I don't know his name, nobody knew each other's names, we only knew each other by badge number. He was D-0019IMC or D-19 for short, my name matched my initial on my badge number so it could be that his name started with "d" but that's only speculation, it could've just been a coincidence for all I know. He was also referred to as Bravo-1-2 on comms. Second of the first Bravo Squad. But that's all I know.

b. Before his enlistment into the Imperial marine core, he was a loser, a nobody, a kid from a f*** up household. He cared though, enough to get himself hurt over and over again. He always said if life has taught him anything it is to stop giving a f*. He had a brother, but we got the impression that they weren't on good terms. He told us about some fight he had where he broke his hand, showed us the scar on his right hand, he got surgery for broken bones. Boxer's fracture.

c. He wasn't the talkative type, we shared a few stories but nobody wanted to hear the s*** he told us, it was always dark, and f*** up stories he shared. It wasn't really comforting for soldiers who are about to die in combat. I secretly liked it though, knowing a bad motherf*** like him was on my side. I mean I could've gotten any unit but I got the one with him in it. He sometimes said, "born in the void, die in the void" after taking out hostiles on long-range engagements. I was his spotter for a while, he lined up about a dozen stone-cold shots, sometimes without my input.

d. I haven't seen him after our mission at [---REDACTED---]. Rumors went around that he was promoted after his performance, but no one knows where to. Some of the guys said he was shipping off to an SFOD unit. That sounds correct for a man of his... talents. You need to understand he was good at killing, I think he enjoyed it more than our psych evaluations would allow. But he was special, makes sense why they'd give him a pass...

--END OF REPORT--

Notes : So far our most reliable source. It cost us heavy resources to track down and [-----REDACTED-----].



2. Descriptions of a "PARALYZINGPAW" match the latest profile we have on record :
NAME : [UNKNOWN]
DATE OF BIRTH : [UNKNOWN]
CITIZEN : Imperial Empire
LANGUAGES : English, French, [UNKNOWN LANGUAGE]
MARITAL STATUS : Single
LISTED AS : Imperial Marine Bounty hunter, Mercenary, Assassin, Soldier (SO)
ALIASES : "Paw", "Palehorse",
HAIR COLOUR : Dark
EYE COLOUR : Brown Mixed; Brown, Grey (synthetic)
HEIGHT : 5"7
BODY TYPE : Athletic
MARKS : None Left eye, Vertical scar (Updated)
FILE No. H432YB

--EOF--



3. On 13 August 3301 a field report of operation [----REDACTED----] included the following incident:
a. A scout ID'd a patrol unit with 6 hostiles heading towards [--REDACTED--] through the mountains.

b. We launched a bolo operation [------REDACTED------] with a coalition of 3 separate units. It was unwise to reach them from the SE passage as they could force us into a choke point so we launched the attack from the Northside. When contact was made with enemy forces they immediately engaged our unit but it went dark before they sent out a distress signal. After a patrol scouted the aftermath on the following Wednesday we found all of our troops dead and only found 5 of the 6 enemy soldiers K.I.A. The last one led a blood trail through the snow that led into the peaks. We concluded that if his suit had been damaged in the engagement his life support couldn't have lasted too long before he died of asphyxiation or frostbite. However, no body was recovered. A blizzard swept the area and all hopes of finding the body were buried in the snow. The assailant is not confirmed to be dead.

c. A forensics of the combat site found flesh particles of an eyeball unrelated to any of the other deaths. The DNA records come up blank, no person has been connected to the DNA samples. Whoever these combatants were, they don't exist. It is concluded that the assailant sustained damage to one of his eyes or possibly his entire face.

--END OF REPORT--

Notes : This report is the only report that matches our person of interest out in the field, it was hard to identify the enemy unit, but by the looks of it they were Imperial. It is believed that the assailant in this field report is the same person given up by [-----REDACTED-----]. The attached picture shown to him was confirmed, with the addition of the scar and replaced eye.

fig. 1



4. The assailant is considered EXTREMELY dangerous, his current whereabouts are unknown. He operates off the books, the only link we have is the alias "PARALYZINGPAW" and "Palehorse". Rumors are that he is searching for his brother, others say he was killed by him and perhaps his only worthy adversary... Some say he went awol, or that he is still working for the Imperial Special Forces, but many sources deny or possibly disprove these claims. Others have met him and lived to tell the tale, except they didn't really want to tell any tales, out of fear... We don't have any legal reason to prosecute him other than his possible allegiance to the Empire, that is if we find him. He is an enemy to the Federation [---REDACTED---].

The Federation has issued a top-secret [REDACTED] of [-------REDACTED------] DEAD OR ALIVE for any {-----SEGMENT REDACTED-----}
-END OF DOSSIER-