ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander

[RadActiveLobster]

Name: Ariel Sollis
Moniker: RadioActiveLobster
Moniker Origin/Backstory: As a child on Inti 8 A, Ariel use to catch lobsters in the ocean waters around her home by free diving down to get them, a method no one else in the village had ever used, as the automated fishing drones proved more efficient. It gained her the moniker "Lobster" in her village, a name which stuck with her into adulthood.

At the age of 26 while working a routine job as a crew member on a Lakon Type-7 transporting machinery to the Akkadia system, they were attacked by pirates after their cargo. The CMDR of the vessel was able to just escape by jumping back to Inti but it was not without loss, their reactor was damaged and leaking radiation. The crew not killed in the initial attack soon succumb to radiation poisoning and all aboard perished, except for Ariel. No one could explain why she showed no signs of radiation poisoning. The only affect it seemed to have on here was her eyes changed color and seemed to have taken on a small glow.

Looked at by several medical facilities in near by systems and getting no answers, the local Federation Outpost provided her with transport and permit to make the 55 light year trip to Sol to visit the state of the art medical facilities aboard the Abraham Lincoln station orbiting Earth. Using the latest tech available it was determined that a yet unknown compound was present in Ariel's system that was negating the radiation and actually absorbing it, giving off small amounts of bio-luminescence in the process. Further testing has found that in the waters of Inti 8 A there is a compound, unknown in origin that through Ariel's many years of of free diving in the ocean has slowly been absorbed into her body, mainly through the lining around the eyes. No negative effects of this compound have been found and Ariel has not reported any adverse affects except for being able to see in the dark a little easier.

Scientists and researches from Sol have taken samples of the water on Inti 8 A to try to find out more about this compound (thus called "The Sollis Compound") and to try to find if it has other benefits. It is too early to tell if this will be usable in any meaningful form as a way to prevent radiation poisoning or other ailments. They believe since Inti 8 A is a naturally occurring Earth-Like world that perhaps something occurred during it's formation that made it unique and are the reason why the compound isn't found on any of the other terraformed worlds present in the Inti system.

Upon returning to Inti 8 A from the Sol system her village greeted her with open arms, treating her as something of a small town hero. It isn't every day someone gets a chance to visit Sol as the permits can be difficult to acquire for the average person. A former classmate of Ariel's coined the name she's used since with a sarcastic welcome, "Well look who it is, RadioActiveLobster back to grace us with her glowing presence". Ariel responded in kind with a solid upper cut to his jaw. She never liked him anyway. The name however, stuck.

Birth System: Inti
Birth Planet: Inti 8 A
Age: 27
DOB: Jan 30th, 3273

 

[cmdr_cheesedog]

A bowl of Leesti stew

A faint odour of hydrogen fuel tingled that nerve of Cmdr Cheesesdog's that unfailingly, like the push of the eject cargo button, brought about a hunger for rustic outpost stew. He hadn't had a wholesome meal since Bast. The snake gin he was hauling was sitting in his hold waiting for Lawrence, the Leesti official who thought it was appropriate, that is to say in the Cmdr's interest, to meet after such a, by now longstanding, trade relationship. Cheesedog, used to smells of "political manuerings", that was his phrase, of this, peculiar allienice ceremony, took this meeting stoically bent over and with a masochistic smile on his face. Others were watching he knew, thinking him to be an obstacle and a rival in local politics. They were in the dark about what exactly it was that he was hauling: gin.

 

[cmdr_cheesedog]

Leesti stew pt 2

He enjoyed that, and he knew that he did, the game of false hopes and fears of locals, it made him feel like one of the conquistadors, it made him feel like Cortez. Stew. Leestian. Rustic. About time he said, with fake resentment to the bartender who knew, disliked, respected, felt for, Cheesedog.

 

[Tycho Celchu]

Introducing CMDR Tycho Celchu

Name: Tycho Celchu
Home System: Shinrarta Dezhra

Home Station: Jameson Memorial
Age: 35

Tycho was born into a simple space trader family. Having spent most of his junior life in the family Lakon 9 he soon learnt all the tricks of the trade. Sadly at the age of 19 during a risky trading run in the LP 98-132 System Tycho and his family were set upon by pirates. During the ensuing battle and attempted escape the hull was breached and the burning hulk left adrift in space. Tycho survived as he was already geared up for an EVA to fix a damaged power coupling. The pirates did not search the hull as the cargo had already been jettisoned and thus Tycho was able to survive undetected. Having rerouted power to the ELT a passing Hauler picked him up and dropped him off at Azeban City. Being the sole survivor and having lost most of the family capital when the Lakon got destroyed, he set out to secure his survival by purchasing a sidewinder and following in his father’s footsteps. He vowed that once his future has been secured and the family business restored, he would return turn that fateful system of LP 98-132 and make the space lanes a safer place. Until that time he would trade whatever he can get his hands on and make a profit by plying the galactic space ways.

 

[CATPAIN KIRK]

And that is where the story begins.

Okay - a lot has happened during the last six months, so it's time for an update. I merely roleplay to a limited extent and only use it as a rough guideline to find my next activity and get a little more immersed. I also roleplay with a grain of salt, hence the spoiler tags for the more serious roleplayers - cheesiness and bad English ahead:

Spoiler

After Catpain won his pilots license, he felt he could finally make his dream come true, leave this federal cesspit and finally see the empire. Still plastered from the drinking contest he won the plots license in, he leaves the bar and spots a rusty old Sidewinder - it isn't locked - he owns a pilot license, right? Neglecting the fact that he can't actually fly a spaceship, he jumps in and somehow manages to lift off.

A few Mm into space, he realises what he's done - flying a stolen spaceship - completely drunk, but at least with a pilots license. Nervously, he heads for the next spaceport. Somehow, he must cover his tracks, so it's probably best to get rid off that Sidewinder asap.

Docking at the spaceport after multiple collisions, he leaves the now burning Sidewinder only to spot an Eagle with an opened canopy 2 pads further down the docking area. He grabs his luck by the scruff of its neck, sprints over and jumps in.
Trying to slur as little as possible, he requests permission to launch - granted. Great - finding out about the existence of a boost button, he boosts out of the doorslit and heads for imperial space using the stellar catographics thingy on the ship which works remarkably well.

A 200 LY long journey later, during which he traded from station to station, managing to make enough money to buy a Viper to further cover his track, Catpain finally arrives in imperial space at Fawaol after a couple of days.
Blown away by the rat-free environment and being an admirer of the namegivers work, he decides to stay at Gottlob Frege Coliseum, working for the local imperial factions and building up a decent reputation and upgrading to a Cobra and later even an Asp.

Life could have stayed the same, but one day, a stranger approaches him in a bar. "Are you Catpain? Catpain Kirk?" he asks - Catpain nods. "Finally! I've been trying to track you down for weeks now!". Catpain assumes he has been tracked down by federal authorities and reaches for the next metallic item he can find and frantically starts stabbing the guy.

"Stop stabbing me with a spoon you moron, I'm not a cop." the stranger calmly says in best imperial accent. Catpain blushes and puts the spoon away. "I'm Quaestor Justinius Slartibartfast and the kittens need you.". Catpain stares at the man in disbelief "And that guy calls me a moron?" he thinks.

Justinius continues: "I've found you are the last living succesor to the Earldom of Kirk in CD-75 661, home of the lovely imperial Kitten Brand Coffee. Your mother, a heavy onionhead user was a Kirk and ran off to federation space when her father threatened to send her to rehab if she wont stop her dishonourable behaviour.
And no - that's not a spelling mistake in your first name - it's a traditional name in CD-75, relating to the intestinal convulsions the cats suffer when 'processing' the beans. You see - the more convulsions, the better the coffee, so Catpain is a name given to the Earls of Kirk for centuries, essentially meaning 'good fortune'."

Catpain stared at the man in utter disbelief, but maybe that was the reason he felt the call of the Empire since - forever.

"The last Earl, Edmund Kirk unfortunately choked to death whilst trying to maximise coffee production by eating the coffee himself. Always the same with the Kirks - the gods toss a D16 to decide whether a Kirk will be a genius or a lunatic.", Justinus continued. "We need you to take his place".

Immediately, Catpain set course towards CD-75 to take his rightful place. His glorious arrival at Kirk Dock was celebrated with fireworks and ever since, Catpain served the Empire as the Earl of Kirk, Protector of Kittens, adopting the illustrious Kirk heraldry.

​

That's all I have to say about that.


(and no - you can't have what I've had )

 

[Kid Firestorm]

(For the sake of my backstory, I'm using events of my time with Beta as the base but for the sake of "Plot" those events take place in 3295 not 3300)

Name: Cmdr Sword
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Citizenship: Federation
Current Location: Mar High, Sol

I was born in the Sol System to my mother Amanda and father Elite Cmdr Carter Sword of the Federal Navy. I spent most of my childhood on Mar High learning to fly like my old man. When I was 18 I joined to Pilot's Federation to pursue a career in the Military. Six years ago during an uprising in the Eranin System. My father was killed in what was claimed to be an accident. However after my mother discovered encrypted documents in his belongings I started to expect foul play. I inherited my father's Anaconda "The Eclipse" and, after spending some time repairing and crewing her, set off to the Eranin system to find answers.

After months of digging I discovered that my father had been involved in dealings with the Eranin government and seemingly trying to broker a deal to keep Federation forces out of the system, but for what reason I couldn't find out. Apparently someone was monitoring me and felt I was becoming a threat to something bigger. After returning to neighboring I Bootis I was attack by a fleet of federal forces. And following a hard fought battle my Father's trusted Conda was crippled and thrusters destroyed. With the Eclipse adrift the federal soldiers boarded the ship and arrested me and my crew. I spent the last 5 years serving time at Ross 128 for the bogus charge of Spying against the Federation.

27/11/3300, I was visited by an Admiral Michele, my father's best friend. After a hate filled rant from myself for my father's death and my sentencing to prison, the Admiral explained to me he had made a deal for my freedom if I worked for him under the guides of a mercenary so that I could find out the truth of my father's "Disappearance" in is words, hinting at the fact that my father was still alive. The catch being the federation itself would still come after me if they discovered I was looking for him. I jumped at the chance, caring very little of the risk if meant my old man was still out there some where. I was released under the Admiral's authority and he provided me with an Eagle in order for me to work for him as a mercenary. But truth be told, I don't trust him fully, nor do I trust many people in this galaxy anymore. All I know is my father was a good man and is gone. And I plan to find out why.

 

[Wilkin]

Commander Wilkin

I prefer to give a brief description of my character, like something you could hear in a bar when you ask if someone has seen him/knows him, instead of all background.

---

"Commander Wilkin? Yeah, saw him a few times. Older guy, big beard, blonde on the border of getting grey. Looks always tired. Does mostly hauling and trading, has a good reputation around EZ Aquarii - the factions prefer giving him the good hauls, he never abandons his cargo and delivers on time. Might have been a fighter pilot earlier, heard he netted some good bounties for many pirates, so there is still a bit of spark left in him - but he clearly is over his peak as a pilot... I think that he still holds a naval rank as an officer in the federation.

Does not talk much, keeps to himself, does not look to keen when someone talks about the Empire - and he does not trade in slaves at all, can you believe that? You can make a fortune with it right now and all he does is looking angry, when someone asks him to get some slaves - like it was something personal. I don´t know. Weird fellow."

 

[mollymawk]

Commander Mollymawk,

This is not my real name, A few months ago I was hunting drones in Null sec, I had an unfortunate meeting with a pilot in a Tengu. It was a short 'discussion', the conclusion being that my Ishtar was no-more and I was podded. Not a big problem and it's not the first time I've been killed like this. I used to be immortal don't you know.

Awakening in my new clone, something didn't reel right. This is not how it usually went. The station vending machines didn't serve Quaff!! I got lost, the ship bays were not in the right place. I knew some stations had been improved recently but I was sure it was only supposed to be superficial. I looked out of a window to see a planet I didn't recognize fly past very fast. I must be on a ship! then the planet went past again. And again. We are spinning? OMG who still does that?! This place must be in the stone age!

Very embarrassed, I had to go down to reception, and ask where I was, and where my ship is, there should be a nice new ishtar waiting for me in the bays.
I am told i was in a place called CHEMAKU, never heard of the place, I certainly never placed a clone here. I tried to explain there's been some kind major mistake making and someone better tell me what's going on. The Supervisor was called, he looked rather odd, very tall and short at the same time, anyway as I didn't seem to know who I was he arranged a DNA test to see if I show up in some asylum records.

It turns out 500t of Gummy Bears were being shipped to Lave for Mega Sweets Corp. A terrible mistake had been made on the order and what they got was 500t of Care Bears! Some enterprising mercenary type manage to get hold of a shed load of clones from somewhere. No one knows who he was or where he got then, all they know is he and the 300 million credits aren't here. What's a credit I ask, they showed me, I laughed. Give me isk any day, credits sound like kinder garden gold stars for being good. Then it hit me, no ISK?! where is MY isk? Its all gone, bl__dy scammers got me good this time.

Anyway, it seems charity cases like myself get a few credits and a small ship to get about in. First time out was odd, I am being shot at for just being in the wrong place for 5 seconds. And they give me a new ship. I tell the ship to fly over to that moon over there.. Nothing.. OMG I have to fly it myself? STONEAGE.. I crash to the station.. they give me a new ship.

After several more new ships I start to make a profit.. I'm back out in Null sec, sorry, Anarchy systems. Killing Rats, sorry, Bounty Hunting pirates. The more things change the more they stay the same.

Time to crack on ... bounties to collect

 

[Malak'kai]

I just ran into this thread and have been consisting my Commanders background. I'm new to the game (as in I just purchased it for to my manager's excellent reviews. I'm still learning about the universe this is set in.

 

[predatorsown]

Hi guys I have been considering posting here for a while so here we go.

The name's Eli, just Eli, my old gaffer wouldn't like to find me, no I take that back he might enjoy but I certainly wouldn't. He had a real liking for that old eagle of his and might go to extreme measures to find it. He loved it more than he did his wife, speaking of which he might be interested in where I left her. In truth I regard the lack of solid memory of our parting, or her name to be fair, as a blessing. I assume it happened before I got to Aiabiko and hope for at least twenty light years. All I know is there was a lot of drinking and the loss of small fortune involving a game of cards, not my fortune of course, never had one to start.

That was the only good thing my old man did for me, he was a bit of a gambler, famous enough in the Empire for me not to hang around in one place very long when I do visit the old home. Not that there's much to go and visit after me ol' dad made the mistake of winning a game against the local militia at the local bar, how was he to know the man with breeding wasn't just any old officer but had blood connections to high places. That was ages ago though sure it's all forgotten by now.

We ran quick, just the pair of us, and got out in the Sidewinder, still got it somewhere keep it for old times sake. That little ship and me well it seems we've been together forever. The old boy died a few years back and left it to me that's why I was trying to get to Aiabiko to pick the old tub up from where he'd parked it. Getting there was an adventure but now opportunity comes knocking just bought myself a Viper and going to see the galaxy starting with the edge and then see where we end up.

Does anyone fancy a game of cards before I get off?

Subject Eli Falon, encountered - drunk - in a bar above Mars, Sol. Now seeking further confirmation of the death of Major Scott Falon through sources in Federal space. Subject was last reported heading away from the galactic core in a modified Viper Mark 3.

 

[Whiterose]

Name: Aston Whiterose
Home system: none
Current loaction: no idea, as long as there is a profit
Occupation: Trader and bounty hunter
Age: 65 years

Yes I am old. Spent my entire life on a Coriolis in Fedration space, never been planetside, and never had the inclination. I was happy, loving wife, Grandchildren. Until the disaster. As a treat I decided to send them down to the planet to walk on a planet. It cost me a fortune to save up, as my job was driving one of the cargo trucks taking cargo too and from the pads. A misspent youth meant that cargo truck driving was all I could do with my security clearance. Anyway, I was working when it happened. The Orca was taking off from the pad when it got hit by a beginner pilot in a Lakon type 9. There were no survivors from the Orca, the Lakon pilot was uninjured. Obviously there was an inquiry, the pilot was found guilty, but had absconded. I had his name. I decided to buy a sidewinder, travel the galaxy and find him, and bring him to justice. I know my chance of finding him is slim, but I cannot stay on this Coriolis, too many painful memories. I am now dispensing my own justice on pirates, whilst trading, not interested in huge profits, just drifting and looking at pilots names....constantly looking.

 

[Ben Ryder]

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Hi Chaps,

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[Julio Montega]

Attention!

Breaking News:

Wanted criminal CMDR Julio Montega has last been seen participating in the slave rebellion located in the Ongkuma System,
according to imperial news reporters.

He is accused of heineous acts against imperial citizens upholding the laws and traditions of the glorified Empire.
His latest victims possibly were a police patrol dispatched, to check out the destruction of a Lakon Type 9 transport named "Annabelle"
carrying tobacco and coffee for our fighting forces.

The whereabouts of the patrol is unknown, system long range scans indicate a big field of debris,
possibly originating from the Lakon Type 9 masking the sensor signature of ships in the vicinity.

In the name of the Emperor, we hereby issue the bounty of 100.000 imperial credits on elimination of the criminal subject!

Here an excerpt from the databank of a disastered federal scout ship:

 

[ArmchairSmuggler]

Name: Derek Abernathy
Home system: Sol
Occupation: Federal Navy fighter pilot
Age: 23

*A recording clicks on, showing a well dressed but gangly looking young man with slicked back, black hair* Hey! Derek Abernathy's the name! I just figured I'd start recording some journal entries of my time out here, to keep a record of what happens. I guess I should start by explaining who I am, if someone else finds this, though I really hope that's not the case. Well then, let's get started... I'm from Earth, born and raised, and up until recently I've spent most of my life working in school and a short term internship with a financial firm. I...well, honestly I'm still not entirely sure why I'm here, I guess I just got bored and there was a recruitment drive, so I decided to join up, get the chance to explore the stars and maybe help keep things safe and orderly. Of course now I'm fresh out of training and realizing I have no clue what I'm doing. Piloting a star fighter is quite different from writing college reports or making spreadsheets...I don't know how long I'm going to last out here, the last sortie I was in my engine got blown out and someone had to come pull me out in the middle of space. I'm just hoping I stay alive long enough that I actually pick up some useful skills! I guess part of that is up to luck, though...anyways, that's all for now I guess. Derek Abernathy, signing off.

 

[kharma1425]

Federation Naval officer to blame in deaths. Details remain highly classified.

I like the idea about a brief backstory and letting my in game actions tell a broader arc. As such, here's something that i hope is a little bit unique:

CLASSIFIED: FOUO
For official use only.
Federation Naval Investigative Service
Title: XXI ss. 21-004

​

CMDR Aydrienne Kharma
s/n: xxxxxxxx1425
Age: 23 DOB: 28/2/3278
Sex: F
Date of Enrollment: 28/2/3295
Home of record: Earth
Accomplishments: youngest female to graduate from Federation Naval Academy, Superlative Cadet in ship-to-ship maneuvers, Superlative Cadet in Navigational techniques, Admiralty requested to pilot the President's Flag ship.
Disciplinary action: *****REDACTED******
Status: DISHONORABLE DISCHARGE
Reason: Upon entry into Ngolibardu system's Vernadsky Port CMDR Kharma was xxxxxxxxxxxxxxunaware apparentlyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxno explanation givenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtesting revealedxxxxxxxxxx. Kharma was in command of Orca class passenger vessel with xxx civilian and xx Imperial dignitaries, of which his Highness' xxxxxxxxxxxxx. While during routine entry, CMDR failed to request docking permission for reasons unclear. Entry was made into the star port. Vernadsky Port authority responded with force and destroyed the Orca killing xxxxxxxx on board, except the pilot who spent xxx months recuperating from xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Imperial negotiations were severly compromised. xxxxxxxxno sighting xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxvery little disruptivexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcommunications traffic was discovered to have originatedxxxxxxxxxxx. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx was alleged by pilot and unverified at time of investigation; xxxxxxxxxxxxxx no evidence xxxxxxxxxxxxxxmulticannon rounds expendedxxxxxxxxxxxclass VI degree scorching on proximal strutxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Kharma was stripped of rank and incarcerated at xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxuntil such time as xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhile incarceratedxxxxxxxxno visitorsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxone prisoner who choked on her own sputumxxxxxxxxx. Consider matter closed.
Released: 3/1/3301
File heavily redacted at request of Imperial Senator, xxxxxxxxxxxx. Incident reviewed and necessary action acknowledged as appropriate, signed: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, Admiral.

CLASSIFIED: FOUO
For official use only.
Federation Naval Investigative Service
Title: XXI ss. 21-004 ​

OOC: One of my first bonehead moves within the first hour of play is learn painfully that if you do not request to dock, no matter how elegant the entry, you will get obliterated. I really did enter the above mentioned starport w/o permission and got incinerated in seconds. This, while frustrating, gave me the impetus to RP this and see what becomes of my dear Aydrienne.

 

[Zak Hunnisett]

Hi all,

Unlike many posting in this thread, I'm not a member of the Pilot's Federation, nor am I a pilot at all.

I'm Zak Hunnisett, reporter for GalNet News.
I may be found at random times at places throughout the galaxy, chasing the hottest stories. I usually fly with traders, shuttles, privateers or even the military. Basically, whoever can get me where I need to go. The galaxy is such a big and wonderful place, so there's always something happening somewhere.

I like arts, music and good food.


See you out there,

Zak Hunnisett
Reporter
GalNet News

GalNet News is a lore-friendly, role-playing, fan news service and is not officially affiliated with Frontier Developments plc or Elite: Dangerous.

 

[Bearded Rooster]

Greetings Commanders of the Pilot's Federation,

My name is Lance Warren, call sign Bearded Rooster.
i guess before i get into telling you who i am and why i am here i should tell you a bit of a description of me. i am 21 years old, 5'9'', and 135 lb. i have a long dark hare and as the call sign suggest i have a beard. i am not fashion savvy but i do wear what is comfortable.

-now for where i came from and why i'm here. i was born on Darwin Station in Hajo. my father was a trader and when i grew up i inherited the family hauler. i was a bit of a hot head when i was starting out speeding into stations and picking fights with some thugs every now and then. this is when i inherited the call sign for being a bit of a Rooster and showing off to every one. but that faze soon passed and i began to slow down and take less risks. i even found a girl and we were to even get married. we traded in the old hauler for a more spacious cobra. it was wonderful, her and i running goods to and fro. we even were getting missions from the federation to run weapons to the front line to help our troupes.

-everything was going smoothly till one day my past finally caught up to me. one of the thugs i picked fights with as a youngster had become a powerful crime lord and had been wanting to get even with me and now he had the chance. him and his gang pulled us out of supper cruse and surrounded us. we tried with all our might but to no avail. he crippled my ship knocking out my thrusters and then preceded to board my ship. we fought them back as long as we could but soon we were over run and he took my fiance and told me she would be sold into slavery and that i would never see her again. they then preceded to beat me till they thought i was dead. when i awoke i was back at Darwin Station in a hospital bed. i asked what had happened and how did i get there. the nurse told me that a scavenger had come to salvage my ship. when he noticed that i was still in there, he brought me back as fast as possible. as i lay there in the hospital bed i was haunted by what the pirate had told me. the constant nightmares kept me up at night and even after i had recovered from my injuries i was still plagued by these thoughts.

-i soon decided that work may get my mind off of it and began trying to find trade jobs. no one wanted to hire me due to my recent insurance claim and i couldn't afford most of the inventory to transport. so i decided to move on and try my luck finding my fiance. i began jumping station to station asking if anyone had seen her. i even joined the federation trying to free slaves in hopes she might be one of them but to no avail. i was soon filled with rage and began to blame the world for what had happened i then began just killing all those who ended up in my sights. i was soon apprehended by the federal authorities and brought to trial in sol. ready to accept the death sentence, a voice cried out in my defense. a old friend in the military was standing there he told the judge; that i showed great piloting skills and death would be a waist of my talents. i was soon drafted into the federation's navy i was given a well equipped viper and helped in many conflicts across the galaxy. soon i was in good standings and even was aloud to go where i pleased with out any restraint from the military. i then realized that the only way i was to find my wife was to hunt down the man who took her away.

-after that i began to hunt all those wanted by the federation. i have taken down many crime organizations. i have even killed the man who took my fiance. unfortunately she was sold a long time ago and many people have owned her. now i am here at the Pilot's Federation asking all the other Commanders to help me find my fiance.

 

[PilotSolaris]

He was sitting on a chair in the lobby of his local Pilot's Federation Office, leafing through the pages of a book. The book he was reading was not an e-book as so many were inclined to use, but rather an actual, leather-bound, hardcover book with the seal of an ancient author emblazoned on its front cover. While the book itself wasn't ancient--in fact, it was only a few years old when he got it--the story it contained within, J.R.R. Tolkien's masterpiece The Lord of the Rings, certainly was. The story was his favorite, an epic tale of good versus evil, of honor and deceit, of Elves, Orcs, Hobbits, and Dwarfs, and of ordinary people doing extraordinary things. The character he most closely associated with in the story was Frodo Baggins, the Bearer of the One Ring of Sauron, who was comfortable in his home, but always felt a need to be somewhere else.

Beside him sat a satchel, which contained what few possessions he had decided to take with him on his journey in the Pilot's Federation, and on top of that sat another book, its front cover enshrined with the visage of a sailing ship from Humanity's Golden Age of Sail. The book was not much older than the copy of The Lord of the Rings he was reading, but the story within--the second tale of Captain Jack Aubrey and his trusted friend, Doctor Stephen Maturin--was no less ancient. Inside the satchel, alongside some basic toiletries, clothes, cooking equipment, and hygiene items, were two more hardcover books--copies of Paper Towns and The Fault in Our Stars, John Green's masterpieces--and an e-book, which contained the rest of the books in the small library he had acquired in his life, with tales like those of Harry Potter and Bilbo Baggins, as well as a transcript of his favorite Shakespeare play, Much Ado About Nothing.

As for himself, he was Caucasian, if the term could be still be used, with blond hair and hazel eyes, wearing a blue shirt, brown cargo pants, and some white shoes. What set him apart from the other people in the lobby with him, however, were his glasses--purely for aesthetic reasons, as his eyes were augmented and as such didn't require glasses--which he adjusted from time to time. He was youthful, about twenty-five, and whose looks provided stark contrast to many of the old and weary faces among the crowd. He had grown up on Panem in Kappa Fornacis, and then moved to Lave when he was about 15. He first heard of the Pilot's Federation when he was 19, while bar-hopping at Lave Station. The idea of being able to fly fun and fancy free instantly hooked him, and from that point on he worked to get the money so that he could get the proper licensing and training to be among the Pilot's Federation's Commanders.

What were his hopes in being a Commander? Well, he hoped to explore the unknown, to haul goods along the frontier, and perhaps even be among the few who could proudly say that they had reached the vaunted rank of Elite. Maybe, one day, he would even have the privilege of seeing The Founders World in person! But for now he was simply a Harmless, Penniless, and Aimless Commander-to-be with nary a Credit or a ship to his name, waiting in an office lobby. He nearly missed hearing an attendant calling his number, he was so engrossed in reading his book and dreaming of things to come. Putting his books back in his satchel, he walked to the desk of the attendant who had called his number, eager and ready to be given his ship and "Welcome Package" of 1,000 Credits.

"Mister.... Jeremy Schaeffer, is it?" The attendant asked. "Er... Yeah," he stuttered, embarrassed, "that's right." "I have it here that you want to join the Pilot's Federation, is that correct?" the attendant asked, to which "Yes." was the reply. "Well," she continued, "your licensing, insurance, and training check out, but let me ask you a question, Mr. Schaeffer... have you had any flying experience before?" "I've got 80 hours of simulator time beyond the normal training requirements, if that's what you're wondering," Jeremy responded. The attendant raised her eyebrow, obviously unimpressed, before saying, "Well, Mr. Schaeffer, before we can trust you with anything bigger than an Escape Pod, you're going to need some more... live training, to put it succinctly." The attendant then proceeded to hand Jeremy a shuttle ticket to Dalton Gateway at LHS 3447 and said, "Meet us at the Pilot's Federation office at this station for non-simulated training sometime within the next few weeks, then you'll be good to go."

Jeremy winced at the idea of having to do live training, in a situation where the targets and space stations could actually kill him rather than end his simulation prematurely; but thanked the attendant nonetheless and grabbed his satchel, before walking out of the lobby with a small smile on his face. His adventure, like Frodo's when he left the Shire, was only just beginning.

 

[mossfoot]

Well before this I was playing a fair bit of Oolite (the open source updated homage to classic Elite), and in that universe my character was never offically named. I had a in-game retelling of my exploits under the name of Mossfoot (long story, but he's a cartoon character of mine from KODT Magazine).

In-game, I started off as cocky and spoiled son of a Navy Admiral, until the day I was shot down and left for dead in an asteroid belt. Mossfoot was the handle on the ID that was found on his body, but it wasn't his own, so he used that to create a new identity and start life anew with a busted up Adder (the weakest hyperspace capable player ship in Oolite), and spent his days making money and running away from danger whenever humanly possible. While skilled as a pilot, he's a coward, and far too used to getting his way in live due to privilege, so being reduced to nothing made for amusing rants. Kind of a cross between Ace Rimmer and Daffy Duck.

Over time he started to develop a conscience (especially when he stumbled across a passenger liner being attacked by pirates, great random event in-game that was a life changer for him.) Later on it turned out the reason he was shot down was more sinister than he ever suspected, possibly leading right back to his own father.

I ended up turning this into a fanfic novel (IRL I am a novelist and editor, and find writing like this enjoyable between projects ).

As for my adventures in Elite: Dangerous? Honestly I don't know. I haven't been thinking in character much, I'm too caught up in the game itself in some ways. But I'm tempted to resurrect the idea of my cowardly self-absorbed rich-boy turned destitute if I ever restart my character from scratch.

 

[Cmdr Jaiteaes]

Name: John Crawford
Home System: Sol
Current Location: Kappa Fornacis
Age: 25 DOB: 27/5/3275
Date of Enrollment: 13/4/3291
Occupation: Federal Pilot
Status:Currently serving as a federal peacekeeper in Kappa Fornacis

I am the son of a wealthy member of the Federal Congress who had been living on earth for quite some time.
Growing up in a rich family was easy for a while,that is until my father died.After his death,
I was sent to a federal naval academy,which I did enjoy due to my early interest in history and in flight.
At first,I decided to head home when I finished school,but I quickly joined the federal navy.My first assignment was to patrol around Sol,
but after six years,I was ordered to join the federal fleet heading to Kappa Fornacis.Now that the war is over,I am just waiting in Kappa Fornacis waiting for my next Assignment.