ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander

[Wily Rites]

CMDR Wily Rites checking in for some much needed R'n'R.

I've not been to these parts of the galaxy for quite some time, I must say, it is great to find such a hospitable place as this, here and now for this certainly bodes well for my return; Perhaps I'll stick around a while this time, even call some little corner of it home.

I'm from a long line of elite federation pilots, every generation swearing not to initiate the next, keeping their connections secret and life as normal and free from violence as is possible with the hope of not being require to reproduce another CMDR. Alas every generation the same transpires, as if the cosmos wills us back to her bosom requiring further action, just one more life of combat, perhaps this time will be the last?

The task is the same, each generation drawn back into the fray, by an innate distain for corruption and the abuse of power. Pacifist by nature, it would seem that the line is drawn over which we must step, as it is that in trouble times fair to say, the way to insure a pacific future and a place for those of pacific nature, is to learning to channel extreme violence.

Much to every generation's distain and disgust; Though it must be said, that one need not be violent to channel violence, and rather curiously, when one finds the balance in this paradox, that violence transforms into something else ...

... Is this hell? Perhaps a punishment for some past deed long forgotten, our line, is it blighted or blessed? I really do not know.

Anyhow, that is more than enough navel gazing from me ... I'm very pleased to meet you all! Please do tell me about yourselves and the history of this place. I see from the trophies the memorabilia and the laser scorch marks, that were it that these walls could speak, they would have more than a thousand stories to tell.

o7 CMDR's

 

[Yuri John]

Death to Humanity. Praise the Far God.

 

[Wily Rites]

Death to Humanity. Praise the Far God.

Hey! It's awfully good of you to give some love to the thargoids, they don't get too much from our kind. Something to do with their foreign policy?

 

[Michael Ryan]

Commander Michael Ryan is a seasoned explorer and leader within the Ryan Family, carrying the legacy of deep-space exploration passed down through generations. As the commander of the fleet carrier Exologic Alpha, he leads the Extrasolar Xenobiology Organisation (EXO) with a focus on exobiology and discovery. His father, John Ryan, laid the groundwork by building a logistics empire, while Michael’s twin brother, Jack Ryan, commands the Exologic Omega and specializes in supporting exploration missions. Michael’s daughters, Aurora and Celine Ryan, are rising stars, with Aurora commanding the Ryan Foundation Dock in Arcadia, and Celine leading the Arcadia Explorer Hub, cementing the family’s place at the forefront of galactic discovery.

More about Ryan Familly:

The n Family and Their Legacy

The Ryan Family has carved a lasting legacy of exploration within the galaxy, tracing its roots back to the legendary Arthur Ryan, the family patriarch. Born in 3153, Arthur was driven by an unrelenting desire to uncover the mysteries of the cosmos. In 3218, he embarked on his most famous and...

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[Half-Lock]

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

The Nain Logs

 

[CMDR Fizz Nomad]

Driven by a magnetic pull toward the stars,I Fizz Nomad am explorer who craves both the thrill of connection and the peace of solitude.
Known as a smooth-talking trader with a sharp mind, I venture far beyond the familiar, longing for quiet discovery.
I leave behind a legacy of chaotic experiences to explore the galaxy with fresh eyes.
I am always up for friendly banter at a trade post, but often disappear into the stars alone, seeking distant horizons where I can
simply be. My goal? To explore, to trade, and to find the quiet places where the universe feels close.

DJ Fish, my AI Copilot has kindly prepared an album that captures the essence of who I am you can listen to it here:

https://soundcloud.com/dj-fish-nz%2Fsets%2Fbetween-stars-and-shadows

Source: https://soundcloud.com/dj-fish-nz/sets/between-stars-and-shadows

 

[Jordan Walke]

Backstory: The Rise of Commander Jordan Walke​

22 Jan 2024Jordan Walke
Jordan Walke’s story begins among the gleaming spires of Cubeo II, under the banner of the Empire and the benevolent rule of Aisling Duval. Born to a family of middle-class traders, Jordan grew up watching the glimmering stars overhead and dreamed of reaching them. When he came of age, he joined the Pilot’s Federation and left his homeworld with a battered Sidewinder and a head full of dreams. What followed was a journey of transformation, betrayal, and survival in a galaxy teeming with opportunity and danger.

The Imperial Years: An Explorer’s Ascent
Initially pledging himself to Aisling Duval, Jordan’s early years were defined by exploration. Fascinated by the uncharted reaches of the galaxy, he dedicated himself to uncovering its mysteries. The Empire provided the resources, and Jordan provided the determination. With Cubeo as his base of operations, he launched expeditions into the unclaimed systems at the edges of the Bubble, earning the trust of the Imperial authorities as he mapped routes and discovered new worlds.

It was during these years that Jordan became renowned as a Discoverer, rising swiftly through the ranks of exploration. His ship became a mobile laboratory, equipped with state-of-the-art scanners and surface recon vehicles. His most famous expedition involved charting the Wyrd Nebula, where he cataloged countless biological specimens, including a mysterious plant species later named Walke’s Torch in his honor.

Despite his successes, cracks began to form in his loyalty to the Empire. The more he ventured into the vast unknown, the more disillusioned he became with the rigid hierarchies of Imperial society. The stars, in their vast impartiality, taught him that freedom was the ultimate currency—and it was one the Empire rarely granted.

The Defection to Li Yong-Rui: The Merchant’s Gambit
Jordan’s breaking point came after a mission to deliver critical exploration data to the Imperial Navy. The information, which could have improved the lives of countless Imperial citizens, was instead used to consolidate power among the aristocracy. Disgusted, Jordan cut ties with the Empire and defected to the Sirius Corporation, pledging himself to Li Yong-Rui.

In Sirius space, Jordan reinvented himself. No longer an explorer of the wild frontier, he turned his skills toward commerce, climbing to the rank of Elite in trading. His new allegiance brought him access to advanced Sirius Corporation technologies, enabling him to master the delicate art of interstellar trade. Jordan’s knack for spotting market trends and exploiting lucrative trade routes made him a valuable asset to the corporation. He became a legend along the core systems, running massive convoys of rare goods and evading corporate rivals who sought to undermine his growing empire.

Under Li Yong-Rui, Jordan also gained a reputation for diplomacy, forging alliances with factions across the Bubble. Though his new life was profitable, he found the bureaucratic nature of the Sirius Corporation stifling. His longing for the freedom of the stars grew stronger, and he began to look for a way out.

Archon Delaine and the Scar
That way out came in the form of Archon Delaine and the Kumo Crew. Drawn to the chaotic allure of the galaxy’s most infamous pirate lord, Jordan left the corporate world behind and pledged himself to Delaine’s banner. The transition was not without challenges—Jordan’s reputation as a merchant made him a target among the more ruthless members of the Kumo Crew. But he adapted quickly, learning to fight as fiercely as he once traded.

As a mercenary under Delaine, Jordan honed his combat skills, rising to the rank of Soldier. He led daring raids, defended Kumo Crew outposts, and expanded the syndicate’s influence. It was during one such mission that Jordan earned his scar. While leading an on-foot assault on a fortified planetary installation, he was caught in an ambush. A grenade exploded nearby, sending shrapnel slicing through his left side and destroying his eye. Clinging to life, he was airlifted to safety by a Kumo medical team. His injuries were severe, but advanced cybernetics gave him a second chance. The scar became a badge of his resilience, and the cyborg eye—a marvel of Kumo technology—enhanced his combat abilities, marking him as a true survivor.

A Commander Forged in Fire
Today, Commander Jordan Walke is a man shaped by his past yet unbound by it. From the quiet wonder of his early explorations to the calculated trades of his merchant years, and finally to the blood-soaked battlefields of the Kumo Crew, he has walked many paths. His ship, the Scion’s Edge, embodies his versatility—equally adept at trade, exploration, and combat.

Now, whispers of new discoveries and ancient technologies call to him once more. The galaxy awaits, and Jordan stands ready, scarred but unbroken—a Commander who has truly seen it all and lived to tell the tale.

 

[Salmonea]

Samantha J. Nea, much better known as CMDR Salmonea, is an independent pilot who avoids politics and takes jobs under the motto: “I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.” There's never a shortage of dirty work. Need slaves, organs, weapons, someone eliminated, an installation sabotaged, or just some ordinary fuel delivered? Samantha sees no moral difference in trade. She simply doesn’t care. Some say she lacks emotions, given her fearless involvement in interstellar wars or conflicts with the Thargoids. “If death is an infinite void, it can’t be worse than space,” she says.

Those who knew her before her journey to the Formidine Rift claim she wasn’t always like this. Something changed after that time. When drunk, she hardly speaks, but occasionally mutters about the unspeakable void and ancient beings of chaos. And when she’s not working, she’s drunk fairly often.

For Samantha, the only crime is insincerity. The Blue Mafia from Eurybia once tried to recruit her, but their efforts failed. At the time, she was dedicated to the crew of the Trismegistos. This fleet carrier has been her home since she left Mawson Oasis Station in the Phanes system at the age of 18 and unintentionally got involved with smuggling gangs. After her bosses were killed in an incident in the Tegmen system, she claimed the Trismegistos and its remaining crew as her own. As part of her inheritance, she now serves the Civitas Dei dictatorial regime.

After three years of successful special operations, she was promoted to a high-ranking officer position. She is one of the few fortunate individuals to transition from a criminal syndicate to legitimate government service, where she now holds a significant role. As an experienced Thargoid hunter during the Second Thargoid War, she led guerrilla forces in the fight against the Thargoids around Maelstrom Oya.

Beyond eliminating the alien threat, there’s not much positive to say about her. She does have her brighter moments, but overall, she’s known for her grim mood and harsh demeanor. She never hesitates to pull the trigger—especially when Federals are nearby.

 

[Rawnuruodo]

Name’s Alex Raw'nuruodo—but most just use my callsign, CMDR Rawnu. Born on Earth in 3274, in a self-sufficient commune tucked deep in the Alps. It was one of the last Solarpunk enclaves still holding out against the Federation’s logic of greed. My mother, Alisia, taught me ecological balance, healing, and care. My father, a dissident with Alliance ties, vanished when I was a child. One gave me roots. The other left me questions. I’ve been chasing both ever since—trying to live by her values while searching for his truth among the stars.

The Federal Navy turned me away. Said my hyperspace condition—distortions, visions, the feeling of being watched—made me unfit. Maybe they were right. But Zurich Helvetica, a Merchant Navy conglomerate, gave me a chance. I worked the trade lanes. Learned the systems. Got good.

That’s when the Screaming Firehawks noticed. They’re an Alliance special operations team—off-the-books missions, humanitarian rescues, asymmetric ops when the rest of the Alliance won’t commit. They recruited me after a pirate ambush. I joined after my mother died. For five years, I flew missions no one talks about. I made friends. Lost some. Learned what kind of war breaks a soul.

Eventually, I left. No ceremony. Just silence.

Since then, I’ve been independent. I took a Mamba and turned it into the ExploRacer—a long-range exploration ship faster than sense. I’ve scanned the rim of the galaxy, touched the void at Beagle Point, and questioned everything we think we know about the Thargoids. My hyperspace condition isn’t just a disorder. It’s a signal. Maybe even contact. I’m not sure yet.

These days, I fly with the Neon Frontier—a self-governed squadron of explorers, misfits, and visionaries. No ranks, no allegiance. Just a shared belief in autonomy, curiosity, and resistance to the powers that would box us in. We don’t fit. That’s the point.

I’m non-binary (they/them), lightly augmented, and politically aligned with decentralization and mutual aid. I respect Nakato Kaine. I distrust systems that value control over care.

You’ll find me on the edge—of maps, of memory, of meaning. Because some of us aren’t just chasing stars. We’re trying to understand what they’re trying to tell us.