i kinda wanted to make a short story of how i roleplay, if you guys would like more let me know... 
cause i enjoy think that i might be able to inspire some1 else to roleplay abit.
sry for the bad grammar, I'm not the best writer
Chapter 1
As I decided that the trading life was getting boring. I decided to dock up my type-7 and get a hold of an ASP for some deep space adventure.
After making this decision, I convinced my long term friend Slay to join me in the expedition. Telling him that there are two seats in the cockpit with one that had his name on it, he reluctantly decided to tag along. We argued for hours on how to outfit the ship. He wanted to have more range and neglect all shields and weapons, while I wanted a flying tank. We came to the decision that we will have 4 MC and 2 Med pulse, and decent shields, but with a very weak hull. With both of us satisfied with the loadout, we then decide to have 40 tons of cargo space supplied with conservation units filled with Carbonhydroxized food, which should comfortably last us up to 13 months. We set sail. We talked about how we're going to be the next gen Christopher Columbus. not realizing that we completely forgot to get a fuel scoop, and nearly got stranded only 4 jumps out. We quickly but barely make it to a station, where as soon as I docked, I find Slay trying to run off and back out on the journey. I chased him around the docking bay for about ten minutes until he got tired and I held him down reminding him the money we spent and that the show must go on. He shoved me off and stomped back to the ship.
Off we went! Slay still nervous and upset, we jump past star after star, until signs of civilization grew more faint. Betty (our AI) noted that our fuel tank was half full, I thought "we have plenty of fuel, let’s keep going", "Dude, do you want us to get stranded?" snapped Slay. After a stubborn sigh, I flew as fast as possible to the closest star... a little too close. I approached the star with the bottom of the cockpit facing the star. With the fuel rate reaching over 150/s, Betty began to get frantic with warnings and alarms. Slay yelling about how hot and bright it was, I don't know I wasn't paying attention, all I cared about was how fast I could get refueled. I then heard slay running up the stairs alongside the cockpit. The next thing I felt was a strong whack along my face.
When I woke up, I see Slay sitting in my chair flying the ship. Laying there with my head throbbing, I realized how much of a huge move it was to do that to him when he didn't want to do this in the first place. "Sorry Slay, I'm only thinking the getting my name on a star and not about you." I stated as I sat up. Slay still looking out the window, "if you want to go back I don't blame you". Slay stood up and walked towards the door towards the housing area of the ship, replying, "Whatever". I knew that meant that he'll let it go and continue on. It’s not like I've been a bad friend, I bought him his first ship, a Lakon Type-6 transport. Which helped play for his mother’s expensive medical bill from having cancer back on earth.
I followed him to the kitchen where I saw him pull out the Carbonhydroxized beef and pasta from the Conservation unit. "We cool right?" I said hesitantly. "We’re cool" he sighed. "How about you make the calls and I pilot the ship eh, with that make you want to do this?" I asked sincerely, "sure, and I get to name the first Earth like planet we discover" he stated with raised excitement. We both knew that he had a better since of navigational skills anyways. We sat down at the dining table and watched MechWarrior 4: Clan's Betrayal.
When the movie ended, we discussed how heading towards the center of the galaxy where there are more stars and thus more chances of noticing possible Sol like stars would be the best choice. Slay walked to the cockpit to navigate our route, while I cleaned the kitchen. I smiled, anticipating the excitement and adventure this journey will bring. Almost instantly I felt a quick realization how what we're actually doing. My gut dropped as I began to think about how far we will be from any signs of human civilization. What if the engines malfunction, what if our fuel scoop gets struck by orbital debris while scooping? Stranded out in the blankness of space is a huge risk, and a quite possible one. I began to walk to the cockpit trying to convince myself that with an asp, and the finest technology available, we should be fine. As the cockpit door slide open, I saw Slay typing away at the holo-keyboard. "Do you think that this is a good idea?” i quickly stopped and with fake reassurance replied, "Ya dude, we got hotdogs, soda, and a TV, all the tools for deep space strandedness." slay gave me an unamused face. "Hey, at least we won’t have to deal with pirates out here" I stated with confidence. I made my way to my seat, strapping my seat belt on with a sigh. Betty began blabbering about the system we were headed to and distance, I was too occupied with my thoughts, "well, 400 billion stars isn't that big anyways, we got this" instantly realizing how ludicrous that thought was. As I hear Betty say "...4...3...2...1".
cause i enjoy think that i might be able to inspire some1 else to roleplay abit.sry for the bad grammar, I'm not the best writer
Chapter 1
As I decided that the trading life was getting boring. I decided to dock up my type-7 and get a hold of an ASP for some deep space adventure.
After making this decision, I convinced my long term friend Slay to join me in the expedition. Telling him that there are two seats in the cockpit with one that had his name on it, he reluctantly decided to tag along. We argued for hours on how to outfit the ship. He wanted to have more range and neglect all shields and weapons, while I wanted a flying tank. We came to the decision that we will have 4 MC and 2 Med pulse, and decent shields, but with a very weak hull. With both of us satisfied with the loadout, we then decide to have 40 tons of cargo space supplied with conservation units filled with Carbonhydroxized food, which should comfortably last us up to 13 months. We set sail. We talked about how we're going to be the next gen Christopher Columbus. not realizing that we completely forgot to get a fuel scoop, and nearly got stranded only 4 jumps out. We quickly but barely make it to a station, where as soon as I docked, I find Slay trying to run off and back out on the journey. I chased him around the docking bay for about ten minutes until he got tired and I held him down reminding him the money we spent and that the show must go on. He shoved me off and stomped back to the ship.
Off we went! Slay still nervous and upset, we jump past star after star, until signs of civilization grew more faint. Betty (our AI) noted that our fuel tank was half full, I thought "we have plenty of fuel, let’s keep going", "Dude, do you want us to get stranded?" snapped Slay. After a stubborn sigh, I flew as fast as possible to the closest star... a little too close. I approached the star with the bottom of the cockpit facing the star. With the fuel rate reaching over 150/s, Betty began to get frantic with warnings and alarms. Slay yelling about how hot and bright it was, I don't know I wasn't paying attention, all I cared about was how fast I could get refueled. I then heard slay running up the stairs alongside the cockpit. The next thing I felt was a strong whack along my face.
When I woke up, I see Slay sitting in my chair flying the ship. Laying there with my head throbbing, I realized how much of a huge move it was to do that to him when he didn't want to do this in the first place. "Sorry Slay, I'm only thinking the getting my name on a star and not about you." I stated as I sat up. Slay still looking out the window, "if you want to go back I don't blame you". Slay stood up and walked towards the door towards the housing area of the ship, replying, "Whatever". I knew that meant that he'll let it go and continue on. It’s not like I've been a bad friend, I bought him his first ship, a Lakon Type-6 transport. Which helped play for his mother’s expensive medical bill from having cancer back on earth.
I followed him to the kitchen where I saw him pull out the Carbonhydroxized beef and pasta from the Conservation unit. "We cool right?" I said hesitantly. "We’re cool" he sighed. "How about you make the calls and I pilot the ship eh, with that make you want to do this?" I asked sincerely, "sure, and I get to name the first Earth like planet we discover" he stated with raised excitement. We both knew that he had a better since of navigational skills anyways. We sat down at the dining table and watched MechWarrior 4: Clan's Betrayal.
When the movie ended, we discussed how heading towards the center of the galaxy where there are more stars and thus more chances of noticing possible Sol like stars would be the best choice. Slay walked to the cockpit to navigate our route, while I cleaned the kitchen. I smiled, anticipating the excitement and adventure this journey will bring. Almost instantly I felt a quick realization how what we're actually doing. My gut dropped as I began to think about how far we will be from any signs of human civilization. What if the engines malfunction, what if our fuel scoop gets struck by orbital debris while scooping? Stranded out in the blankness of space is a huge risk, and a quite possible one. I began to walk to the cockpit trying to convince myself that with an asp, and the finest technology available, we should be fine. As the cockpit door slide open, I saw Slay typing away at the holo-keyboard. "Do you think that this is a good idea?” i quickly stopped and with fake reassurance replied, "Ya dude, we got hotdogs, soda, and a TV, all the tools for deep space strandedness." slay gave me an unamused face. "Hey, at least we won’t have to deal with pirates out here" I stated with confidence. I made my way to my seat, strapping my seat belt on with a sigh. Betty began blabbering about the system we were headed to and distance, I was too occupied with my thoughts, "well, 400 billion stars isn't that big anyways, we got this" instantly realizing how ludicrous that thought was. As I hear Betty say "...4...3...2...1".
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