ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander
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Absalom Dakk
thank you for your help in name change
Absalom Dakk, son of Landon Dakk who was planetary governor of a fuedal world that he had through the politics of marriying the daughter of the cardinal of the planet and also gaining support of the peasantry of ythe planet managed a peacful uprising to turn the system to a Democracy.
For 12 years the planet Hluthvar was able to enjoy a form of democracy for the first time since it had been settled over 413 years earlier.
Although only two main political parties existed, that of the Church and a conglomerate of Lords and land owners the normal people of Hluthvar were able to feel part of the political and decision making process.
When the 4th election was being prepared which Landon was about to announce his retirement form running for election traveling with his wife his cavalcade of hover cars was attacked by a well planned attack. None survived.
Absalom was in Pilot training on the nearby moon of Nirvanos for the planetary customs navy when the incident occurred, relaising a coup was in place the Admiral of the fleet convinced absalom to hyperspace free of the debacle in a MK III Cobra.
Abssalom was later to learn the church had decided to introduce a theocratic form of government in the guise of a dictatorship. The Cardinal Ondal Yarduith now ruling as supreme ruler.
Absalom now planss to build a powerful trading house to enable him the funds to bring democracy back to Hluthvar and avenge his parents.
however he is a poor pilot and knows nothing about trading. Well every journey starts with a hyperspace jump.....
thank you for your help in name change
Absalom Dakk, son of Landon Dakk who was planetary governor of a fuedal world that he had through the politics of marriying the daughter of the cardinal of the planet and also gaining support of the peasantry of ythe planet managed a peacful uprising to turn the system to a Democracy.
For 12 years the planet Hluthvar was able to enjoy a form of democracy for the first time since it had been settled over 413 years earlier.
Although only two main political parties existed, that of the Church and a conglomerate of Lords and land owners the normal people of Hluthvar were able to feel part of the political and decision making process.
When the 4th election was being prepared which Landon was about to announce his retirement form running for election traveling with his wife his cavalcade of hover cars was attacked by a well planned attack. None survived.
Absalom was in Pilot training on the nearby moon of Nirvanos for the planetary customs navy when the incident occurred, relaising a coup was in place the Admiral of the fleet convinced absalom to hyperspace free of the debacle in a MK III Cobra.
Abssalom was later to learn the church had decided to introduce a theocratic form of government in the guise of a dictatorship. The Cardinal Ondal Yarduith now ruling as supreme ruler.
Absalom now planss to build a powerful trading house to enable him the funds to bring democracy back to Hluthvar and avenge his parents.
however he is a poor pilot and knows nothing about trading. Well every journey starts with a hyperspace jump.....
Hello,
A long time I did not role play on a game, so I hope you will go easy on me, and if you see something not working or have to be completed do not hesitate to tell me in a gentle manner
So let's go
My name is Vardemis Datara, coming from a god forsaken planet on the frontier.
My father owned an old hauler and had a respectable life doing a delivery service between our planet, the space-station, the outpost, the scientific platform, the extraction platform and the surrounding system never further than 5 LY from our home planet.
Our system was part of the independent system alliance.
Until the fed reach our system and try to take a grip on it.
At that time I was passing my pilot licensed, once acquired I was pushed in the skirmish in an sidewinder poorly equipped.
I did manage to stay alive with a part of luck, but after all the adrenaline rush during combat situation I did have no taste to take on the family business any further.
So I did my best to earned enough money to be able to acquire a brand new cobra and equipped properly.
So now I'm here, trading goods (legal or illegal), taking some bounty hunter request from time to time.
I was in Eranin when the fed try to put her disgusting hand on the system ...
Time will see if I choose a side, but for sure it will not the fed side that I'd rather see fall ...
A long time I did not role play on a game, so I hope you will go easy on me, and if you see something not working or have to be completed do not hesitate to tell me in a gentle manner
So let's go
My name is Vardemis Datara, coming from a god forsaken planet on the frontier.
My father owned an old hauler and had a respectable life doing a delivery service between our planet, the space-station, the outpost, the scientific platform, the extraction platform and the surrounding system never further than 5 LY from our home planet.
Our system was part of the independent system alliance.
Until the fed reach our system and try to take a grip on it.
At that time I was passing my pilot licensed, once acquired I was pushed in the skirmish in an sidewinder poorly equipped.
I did manage to stay alive with a part of luck, but after all the adrenaline rush during combat situation I did have no taste to take on the family business any further.
So I did my best to earned enough money to be able to acquire a brand new cobra and equipped properly.
So now I'm here, trading goods (legal or illegal), taking some bounty hunter request from time to time.
I was in Eranin when the fed try to put her disgusting hand on the system ...
Time will see if I choose a side, but for sure it will not the fed side that I'd rather see fall ...
I was going to do a 'captains blog' online somewhere, been toying with the following for my character.
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Commander Eros Madelung
Kid from a mining colony ascended to the stars. My father was a miner for the corporation, working on the surface extractors, specialized in controls and operations. Mother ran her own salvage and repair shop with a small crew of people. I had always been destined for the mines, following what my father and the corporation expected of me. After my elder brother died in an industrial accident my mother pulled me closer to her shop.
My mother acquired an old, mostly wrecked sidewinder when I turned 15, it became our mission and dream to restore it to working order, skimming parts from the salvage operation she ran and purchasing parts difficult to otherwise locate. Age 18, the ship was finally in a shape to fly all that was left was for me to successfully acquire my pilots licence. A lengthy process for simple colonists like we were according to the local contact. The corporation agreed to sponsor me the cost of the training and licence, on the condition that I would work off the cost, trading for them.
This turned out to be a naive mistake...
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I already have a wordpress blog setup for it, just waiting for me to locate an appropriate area in the universe to plan out names and locations and events.
online somewhere, been toying with the following for my character.-------
Commander Eros Madelung
Kid from a mining colony ascended to the stars. My father was a miner for the corporation, working on the surface extractors, specialized in controls and operations. Mother ran her own salvage and repair shop with a small crew of people. I had always been destined for the mines, following what my father and the corporation expected of me. After my elder brother died in an industrial accident my mother pulled me closer to her shop.
My mother acquired an old, mostly wrecked sidewinder when I turned 15, it became our mission and dream to restore it to working order, skimming parts from the salvage operation she ran and purchasing parts difficult to otherwise locate. Age 18, the ship was finally in a shape to fly all that was left was for me to successfully acquire my pilots licence. A lengthy process for simple colonists like we were according to the local contact. The corporation agreed to sponsor me the cost of the training and licence, on the condition that I would work off the cost, trading for them.
This turned out to be a naive mistake...
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I already have a wordpress blog setup for it, just waiting for me to locate an appropriate area in the universe to plan out names and locations and events.
I really need to get better used to these forums.I have only been here for over 100 posts and just realised this existed
Anyway,because I'm short on time as I'm cooking a roast,here is a little bit about Phileas Peel.
Phileas Peel (formerly Doctor Phileas Peel) grew up in a caring family,he loved his mother and father greatly.
When he was 12 years of age however,his mother and father suddenly disappeared one day,not until he was 23 and studying for his scientific degree did he discover (through his then girlfriend,Izzombella ) that his parents had been subject to experimentation by the Imperial masters of his world and had been both driven insane by the drug which was supposed to be a cure for the extreme,and violent headaches both his Mother and Father suffered from,and which Phileas vowed to find a cure.
This changed Phileas from a kind,generous man into something of a monster,he hated the Imperials,and all they stood for,he was not above revenge and secretly started working on a biological weapon which was designed to permenantly disable the victim in every respect,except for their minds.Thus the victim would be rendered all but dead,and yet remain sentient.
He was discovered at age 32 whilst working on this dreadful weapon by his friend Izzombella,who felt she had to stop him,yet remained in love with him.He was struck off,sentenced to life on a convict moon.Having found out about this (through Izzombella) the Federation staged an extraction with a view to employ his services..however his fury had subsided somewhat by this stage,but there was still anger there,and gratitude for the Federation.He now takes every opportunity to corrupt the Empire's citizenship with his trading in substances of dubious nature,is a stanch supporter of the Federation in whatever they do,and will do anything he can to undermine the Empire,in anyway,and with any tool at his disposal,and thinks from time to time about his own experimentation,and if one day he might resume.
Anyway,because I'm short on time as I'm cooking a roast,here is a little bit about Phileas Peel.
Phileas Peel (formerly Doctor Phileas Peel) grew up in a caring family,he loved his mother and father greatly.
When he was 12 years of age however,his mother and father suddenly disappeared one day,not until he was 23 and studying for his scientific degree did he discover (through his then girlfriend,Izzombella ) that his parents had been subject to experimentation by the Imperial masters of his world and had been both driven insane by the drug which was supposed to be a cure for the extreme,and violent headaches both his Mother and Father suffered from,and which Phileas vowed to find a cure.
This changed Phileas from a kind,generous man into something of a monster,he hated the Imperials,and all they stood for,he was not above revenge and secretly started working on a biological weapon which was designed to permenantly disable the victim in every respect,except for their minds.Thus the victim would be rendered all but dead,and yet remain sentient.
He was discovered at age 32 whilst working on this dreadful weapon by his friend Izzombella,who felt she had to stop him,yet remained in love with him.He was struck off,sentenced to life on a convict moon.Having found out about this (through Izzombella) the Federation staged an extraction with a view to employ his services..however his fury had subsided somewhat by this stage,but there was still anger there,and gratitude for the Federation.He now takes every opportunity to corrupt the Empire's citizenship with his trading in substances of dubious nature,is a stanch supporter of the Federation in whatever they do,and will do anything he can to undermine the Empire,in anyway,and with any tool at his disposal,and thinks from time to time about his own experimentation,and if one day he might resume.
Born in the family of political activists, Aina Jardins recieved excellent education throughout her life.
As she turned 18 she decided to apply for Federation Navy academy. After she graduated with highest grades she left the Navy and tried to find work and get some money since she didn't feel that a military career is her best choice and the Federation structure was not what she expected it to be. After a few years working as a miner and trader Aina finally managed to start doing what she always wanted. Exploring the universe. She values others opinions and values the concept of democracy which brought her to decision to join the Alliance.
Aina currently flies in her Sidewinder MK. I. She never attacks first and uses violence only if absolutely necessary.
Opened to any questions and always willing to help, she is quickly gaining reputation of a friendly explorer that everyone likes to team with. She got a nickname "Lil' Mama" from her friends Archer McGinty and Jack Blade, cause although still very young (born in 3280.), she's always trying to protect the innocent and help the weak.
Miss Jardins is currently living day by day, eagerly awaiting to see what awaits her in the future.
I will play her in character when I'm in the game. I like roleplaying.
As she turned 18 she decided to apply for Federation Navy academy. After she graduated with highest grades she left the Navy and tried to find work and get some money since she didn't feel that a military career is her best choice and the Federation structure was not what she expected it to be. After a few years working as a miner and trader Aina finally managed to start doing what she always wanted. Exploring the universe. She values others opinions and values the concept of democracy which brought her to decision to join the Alliance.
Aina currently flies in her Sidewinder MK. I. She never attacks first and uses violence only if absolutely necessary.
Opened to any questions and always willing to help, she is quickly gaining reputation of a friendly explorer that everyone likes to team with. She got a nickname "Lil' Mama" from her friends Archer McGinty and Jack Blade, cause although still very young (born in 3280.), she's always trying to protect the innocent and help the weak.
Miss Jardins is currently living day by day, eagerly awaiting to see what awaits her in the future.
I will play her in character when I'm in the game. I like roleplaying.
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Having scraped a living out of being a Trader for most of his life Sol Lockheart finally managed to secure the funds to start a new life for himself and his family (his wife June and two daughters, Anna and Lyla). He had invested heavily in land and farming equipment then moved everyone to Feynman in the Eta Cassiopeia system. Those who knew him described this sudden influx of funds as mysterious, considering that he usually managed to waste his money on sparkly new investments that never quite paid off in the end or on extremely risky hauling expeditions that inevitably ended with him crashing a hauler full of expensive cargo into a Docking Port wall or a fellow hauler after having one too many at the local bar. It would usually be around the time when he was being picked up by the search and rescue when he would suddenly remember that he had forgot to pay for the ship and/or cargo insurance and that's when the regret and remorse would set in.
Nevertheless he had apparently made it big somehow and was making a move before the usual complacency set in. Maybe his new business partner was the reason for all this, though no one had seen him for the last few months, maybe it was he who had finally set Sol on the straight and narrow which meant that he was finally off to bigger and better things, to Feynman of all places, Trojan seemed to be the better choice to those who knew a bit about the Agricultural worlds, his wife for one couldn't understand the remote and banal location for their dream-life although he persuaded her that it was the best he could do, so she finally submitted. After all he had seemed so different to her in the past few years and lately he had become more determined, more focused, he had even stopped drinking for months now. It seemed to her that ever since he had formed that new partnership with Issac, 2 years before their big breakthrough haul, he had become more levelheaded.
After 4 years of struggling with their new life and of Sol consistently convincing his wife that Feynman wasn't such a boring and bland place after all, his past finally caught up with him.
This idyllic new life did not work out as planned for a couple of reasons the first of which being that life as an agricultural farmer on a remote nameless planet sounds easier than it actually is for a fledgling family. The second reason and some would say the main reason (if they knew what it was) was because Sol's wife, June, finally discovered the real reason for their sudden influx of credits and subsequently hasty move to the back-end of beyond 4 years previously.
On the 3rd of November 3286, June, Anna and Lyla Lockheart just seemingly vanished without so much as a trace, not even a goodbye note. There was no sign of a struggle in their home when he returned late that evening with only a few items of clothing, along with some carry packs and some personal possessions gone, it seemed to Sol that June and the kid's had left calmly even if it was not of their own accord. There was only one thing that he could think of that would make her leave like that and only one person in the universe that could possibly influence her enough to leave him but Sol had dealt with that person over four years ago and no one else was a witness to that. His secret could not be known to anyone but himself at this stage, she couldn't have possibly found out about what he did, what he had had to do in order to get them here, could she?
Even so, the decisions he had made in his past in order to fabricate his future had now seemingly played a part in taking away that very same thing. With little to go on but his previous life and contacts as a trader Sol set out to track down and salvage whatever he could of his former existence, it was time to start again and he had to leave the farming life behind. He sold his assets, purchased a sidewinder and set off to find his family.
14 years have now passed with little to no results materialising as to the whereabouts of June, Anna and Lyla, this you could say would be enough to keep any normal person from continuing a search even if that search was for a wife and two daughter's but Sol did not give up, he had changed from that drunken slob of a man he used to be, he had become something more than a consistent drunken failure he was able to build a life before and he believed that he would do so again as soon as he tracked them down along with the life that has been denied to him for so long.
For now though he journeys on and it's one more trade, one more journey and perhaps one day that magic contact will lead him to the precious cargo that he really wants to lay his hands on.
Never once in all of these 14 years has Sol ever dreamt that they would not want to be reunited with him.
update: ...and never once did he allow himself to believe that they had discovered his secret...
Nevertheless he had apparently made it big somehow and was making a move before the usual complacency set in. Maybe his new business partner was the reason for all this, though no one had seen him for the last few months, maybe it was he who had finally set Sol on the straight and narrow which meant that he was finally off to bigger and better things, to Feynman of all places, Trojan seemed to be the better choice to those who knew a bit about the Agricultural worlds, his wife for one couldn't understand the remote and banal location for their dream-life although he persuaded her that it was the best he could do, so she finally submitted. After all he had seemed so different to her in the past few years and lately he had become more determined, more focused, he had even stopped drinking for months now. It seemed to her that ever since he had formed that new partnership with Issac, 2 years before their big breakthrough haul, he had become more levelheaded.
After 4 years of struggling with their new life and of Sol consistently convincing his wife that Feynman wasn't such a boring and bland place after all, his past finally caught up with him.
This idyllic new life did not work out as planned for a couple of reasons the first of which being that life as an agricultural farmer on a remote nameless planet sounds easier than it actually is for a fledgling family. The second reason and some would say the main reason (if they knew what it was) was because Sol's wife, June, finally discovered the real reason for their sudden influx of credits and subsequently hasty move to the back-end of beyond 4 years previously.
On the 3rd of November 3286, June, Anna and Lyla Lockheart just seemingly vanished without so much as a trace, not even a goodbye note. There was no sign of a struggle in their home when he returned late that evening with only a few items of clothing, along with some carry packs and some personal possessions gone, it seemed to Sol that June and the kid's had left calmly even if it was not of their own accord. There was only one thing that he could think of that would make her leave like that and only one person in the universe that could possibly influence her enough to leave him but Sol had dealt with that person over four years ago and no one else was a witness to that. His secret could not be known to anyone but himself at this stage, she couldn't have possibly found out about what he did, what he had had to do in order to get them here, could she?
Even so, the decisions he had made in his past in order to fabricate his future had now seemingly played a part in taking away that very same thing. With little to go on but his previous life and contacts as a trader Sol set out to track down and salvage whatever he could of his former existence, it was time to start again and he had to leave the farming life behind. He sold his assets, purchased a sidewinder and set off to find his family.
14 years have now passed with little to no results materialising as to the whereabouts of June, Anna and Lyla, this you could say would be enough to keep any normal person from continuing a search even if that search was for a wife and two daughter's but Sol did not give up, he had changed from that drunken slob of a man he used to be, he had become something more than a consistent drunken failure he was able to build a life before and he believed that he would do so again as soon as he tracked them down along with the life that has been denied to him for so long.
For now though he journeys on and it's one more trade, one more journey and perhaps one day that magic contact will lead him to the precious cargo that he really wants to lay his hands on.
Never once in all of these 14 years has Sol ever dreamt that they would not want to be reunited with him.
update: ...and never once did he allow himself to believe that they had discovered his secret...
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I am Commander Jonathan Everest.
For the sake of it, call me Jon, or simply Commander Everest.
I Was born in Freeport 29 years ago to Stella and Michael Everest.
Upon turning nineteen I joined the Federal contract ground force - a group known for utter brutality in crushing both planetside and station based uprising using small arms, blades, explosives and any other item we could possibly find. For years I was known as the Beagle Butcher for my role in quelling an uprising of Imperial separatists. The independently run station dropped our contract shortly thereafter.
Between us here... I ain't never killed anyone that didn't pose a threat to me. I even saved a baby from a burning asp wreck at Azeban City... I still have the scars to prove it.
But I have been known to use an Earth steel bladed Karambit my Father gave me as a child - and I very much excelled at getting information out of high profile individuals, many of whom "perished in combat."
Shortly thereafter, I spent 6 years as a member of the Federal fleet - enforcing laws, maintaining show of force operations and even helping create the antipirating campaign of Freeport a few years back...
I Am now wanted by those I once faithfully served...
Last year outside of Freeport my mother and father were killed. By an unknown pirate presence. Shortly after, while staying aboard Freeport I received an encrypted holomessage stating that my parents had actually been killed by federal security forces - that a sensor malfunction in a fedsec fighter had detected nonexistent contraband. The cover up was extensive. The evidence, compelling.
That night I walked silently through the hallway, taking the lives of every Federal pilot I could find. 16 in total, before grabbing a handful of credits and taking a salvaged sidewinder from Sid's Salvage (to be clear, Sid owed me a favor after I got his wife off the hook for illegal narcotic boosters).
My revenge is complete, but my hate still burns. The rage is always right under the surface.
As a person I have been known to be a bit of a tramp, with ladies that I "visit" in each station... sometimes once, sometimes more than once. I drink old earth recipe scotches (my favorite is Lave-gulin 16) I am never... ever... unarmed.
I have taken to smuggling, small scale piracy, and pushing past the limits of known space, just because I enjoy the "alone time"
Wanted by the Feds, hated by the "Judges" - I have become a bit of a legend in some circles, and a wraith to others...
I will always remain friendly, perhaps even helpful if it so suits me... but if you pull hardpoints on me... well...
I'll send you back to Eranin in a box.
For the sake of it, call me Jon, or simply Commander Everest.
I Was born in Freeport 29 years ago to Stella and Michael Everest.
Upon turning nineteen I joined the Federal contract ground force - a group known for utter brutality in crushing both planetside and station based uprising using small arms, blades, explosives and any other item we could possibly find. For years I was known as the Beagle Butcher for my role in quelling an uprising of Imperial separatists. The independently run station dropped our contract shortly thereafter.
Between us here... I ain't never killed anyone that didn't pose a threat to me. I even saved a baby from a burning asp wreck at Azeban City... I still have the scars to prove it.
But I have been known to use an Earth steel bladed Karambit my Father gave me as a child - and I very much excelled at getting information out of high profile individuals, many of whom "perished in combat."
Shortly thereafter, I spent 6 years as a member of the Federal fleet - enforcing laws, maintaining show of force operations and even helping create the antipirating campaign of Freeport a few years back...
I Am now wanted by those I once faithfully served...
Last year outside of Freeport my mother and father were killed. By an unknown pirate presence. Shortly after, while staying aboard Freeport I received an encrypted holomessage stating that my parents had actually been killed by federal security forces - that a sensor malfunction in a fedsec fighter had detected nonexistent contraband. The cover up was extensive. The evidence, compelling.
That night I walked silently through the hallway, taking the lives of every Federal pilot I could find. 16 in total, before grabbing a handful of credits and taking a salvaged sidewinder from Sid's Salvage (to be clear, Sid owed me a favor after I got his wife off the hook for illegal narcotic boosters).
My revenge is complete, but my hate still burns. The rage is always right under the surface.
As a person I have been known to be a bit of a tramp, with ladies that I "visit" in each station... sometimes once, sometimes more than once. I drink old earth recipe scotches (my favorite is Lave-gulin 16) I am never... ever... unarmed.
I have taken to smuggling, small scale piracy, and pushing past the limits of known space, just because I enjoy the "alone time"
Wanted by the Feds, hated by the "Judges" - I have become a bit of a legend in some circles, and a wraith to others...
I will always remain friendly, perhaps even helpful if it so suits me... but if you pull hardpoints on me... well...
I'll send you back to Eranin in a box.
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Commander Marik Alhazred is a small time smuggler that specializes in contraband. Utilizing a network of known pirates to supply his operations. Mainly going to pick up whatever the pirates can't take with them, in exchange for favors and information. Alhazred makes it his business to know the less than desirable individuals of the universe. He makes it a point to know the who's-who and the what's-what of every station, in every system. That said, he's not very good at it. He mostly runs off rumor and heresy, with the mantra that "the truth can be found within." He comes off as very old world, and superstitious. Favoring an almost mystic atmosphere around himself. He's a coward, who will bend pseudo-religion around his fingers to keep others at bay. Some humor him, others abhor him. He's better well known to authorities than his fellow commanders. He's got a record rife with contraband, and stolen goods fines.
Alhazred has a preference towards heavily customized haulers. He also has a penchant for running cold. Sticking to the shadows, and staying off scanners. Keeps the system authorities scanners off his backside. He deals almost exclusively within the black market, since he specializes in stolen cargo and illegal salvage. While Alhazred remains not much of a threat in open space, he is not one to be trifled with. He has some good friends that are overly violent in nature, and will gladly hunt down those who get in Alhazred's way. That being said, it's mostly to humor Alhazred. He makes too good a distraction to system authorities for his fellow ne'er-do-wells to be lost. He's well aware of this, and while his own operations are small, he has no shortage of personal wealth.
Alhazred has plans to start an illegal mining crew. Jumping known claims, and disrupting market's across the galaxy. Word is he's recruiting Commanders for the roles of security, and mining; using the name of "Blue Orchid." He's sticking to lesser known Pirates and Smugglers for the operation however. He doesn't want any large egos trying to step on his own toes.
Alhazred is certainly a figure to keep an eye on when he's around.
Alhazred has a preference towards heavily customized haulers. He also has a penchant for running cold. Sticking to the shadows, and staying off scanners. Keeps the system authorities scanners off his backside. He deals almost exclusively within the black market, since he specializes in stolen cargo and illegal salvage. While Alhazred remains not much of a threat in open space, he is not one to be trifled with. He has some good friends that are overly violent in nature, and will gladly hunt down those who get in Alhazred's way. That being said, it's mostly to humor Alhazred. He makes too good a distraction to system authorities for his fellow ne'er-do-wells to be lost. He's well aware of this, and while his own operations are small, he has no shortage of personal wealth.
Alhazred has plans to start an illegal mining crew. Jumping known claims, and disrupting market's across the galaxy. Word is he's recruiting Commanders for the roles of security, and mining; using the name of "Blue Orchid." He's sticking to lesser known Pirates and Smugglers for the operation however. He doesn't want any large egos trying to step on his own toes.
Alhazred is certainly a figure to keep an eye on when he's around.
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Commander Julia Wolfe was born in Tau Ceti to a trader mother and father and is 22 standard years old. They were always struggling to make ends meet and living in their small trading vessel. Once Julia came of age she wanted to be a pilot herself and longed for a ship of her own. Her big break came sooner than she thought, while on another long and boring trade run in the "family home" they came across a derelict Sidewinder in the Eranin system. It's hull was damaged but it still had power and enough fuel to take to the nearest space port. She managed to get a small loan from her father to pay for repairs. Julia decided to take up bounty hunting due to the numerous pirate encounters the family ship had been through and wanted to get justice for all the other hapless trade ships.
She has little respect for the authorities due to their lack of action regarding pirate interdictions and the amount of money the family has lost over the years, she will quite happily fire on the authorities if the right pay is offered. Julia wants to make the galaxy a safer place and to do this she needs to gain a reputation with the pilots federation.
She has little respect for the authorities due to their lack of action regarding pirate interdictions and the amount of money the family has lost over the years, she will quite happily fire on the authorities if the right pay is offered. Julia wants to make the galaxy a safer place and to do this she needs to gain a reputation with the pilots federation.
Commander Hakima Ottoman
Hakima Ottoman flies with the handle Cmdr Hakima. Friends are allowed to shorthand to 'Haki'. She's by all accounts average, in a crowd she won't stick out. Haki isn't heavy but she also isn't thin, her height isn't too tall, not is she short. Her pepperblonde hair reaches her shoulders in a common sleek cut and her face, while fresh and certainly not unsympathic, has no features that would describe her as beautiful or ugly.
She's just a woman.
But Haki suffers from Eiffel-syndrome, a disorder that's also known as 'object sexuality'. She loves her Sidewinder spaceship with all her heart, a Sidewinder she called Jade.
It all started when she got mailed a shipyard catalogue and saw a picture of the Sidewinder who would become Jade. She looked at the picture and her heart skipped a beat. The beautiful lines of the Sidewinder, that perfect jungle camo paintjob, the fearsome weaponry... What came over her she couldn't quantify, but she knew that she had to be with that nimble little ship. She raced to the shipyard almost in panic over fear that someone else also had fallen for the Sidewinder and would claim her before she got there.
To her relief, the Sidewinder was still there, waiting for the person who would truely love her for all eternity and beyond. The salesman, smelling an easy sell from ten starsystems away marked up the price well beyond Haki's means, but Haki didn't care. She cleaned out her bank-account, sold her appartment lock stock and barrel, loaned to the full breadth of her credit-rating and mooched the rest from her parents. Jade was hers before the end of that very day.
Everything was pure magic from there on out. The first time in the cockpit, the first time working Jade's systems, the first time in space together where they could be alone, lost in their undying love for eachother... Hakima could not believe that an awesome little ship like Jade would love her back the way she loved Jade.
When at long last Haki and Jade had paid off their debts, Haki proposed to Jade. They got married soon after, by a bemused fleetcaptain in deepspace. It was the weirdest wedding he was ever asked to precide, he would later say. Much of that was due to the fact that a scoundrel had offered to be Jade's translator for an exhorbitant fee. But at least the 'translator' spoke Jade's vows with such verve that Haki was moved to tears.
From that point forward, Haki really went off the deep end in her love for Jade. All her money is put back into Jade. All that can be upgraded, will be upgraded. Repairs are done after every trip, how short and insignificant that trip might be.
The pair make their money by doing odd jobs allover the galaxy in a chaotic fashion, they go wherever they get paid the most. Many criminals think that the pair are easy pickings, but Haki and Jade fight tooth and nail when interdicted. They give no quarter and expect none as their love conquers anything and if they die, they die together.
If you come across Haki and Jade during your travels, say hi. But remember to call Haki Hakima if you're not a friend and be sure to not insult Jade as that's the quickest way to end up dealing with your insurance-agent.
This is the story of Hakima, the woman who married her Sidewinder.
(I'm always IC in-game. Please signal [IC] or [OOC] when you open comms with me. Thanks for understanding!)
Hakima Ottoman flies with the handle Cmdr Hakima. Friends are allowed to shorthand to 'Haki'. She's by all accounts average, in a crowd she won't stick out. Haki isn't heavy but she also isn't thin, her height isn't too tall, not is she short. Her pepperblonde hair reaches her shoulders in a common sleek cut and her face, while fresh and certainly not unsympathic, has no features that would describe her as beautiful or ugly.
She's just a woman.
But Haki suffers from Eiffel-syndrome, a disorder that's also known as 'object sexuality'. She loves her Sidewinder spaceship with all her heart, a Sidewinder she called Jade.
It all started when she got mailed a shipyard catalogue and saw a picture of the Sidewinder who would become Jade. She looked at the picture and her heart skipped a beat. The beautiful lines of the Sidewinder, that perfect jungle camo paintjob, the fearsome weaponry... What came over her she couldn't quantify, but she knew that she had to be with that nimble little ship. She raced to the shipyard almost in panic over fear that someone else also had fallen for the Sidewinder and would claim her before she got there.
To her relief, the Sidewinder was still there, waiting for the person who would truely love her for all eternity and beyond. The salesman, smelling an easy sell from ten starsystems away marked up the price well beyond Haki's means, but Haki didn't care. She cleaned out her bank-account, sold her appartment lock stock and barrel, loaned to the full breadth of her credit-rating and mooched the rest from her parents. Jade was hers before the end of that very day.
Everything was pure magic from there on out. The first time in the cockpit, the first time working Jade's systems, the first time in space together where they could be alone, lost in their undying love for eachother... Hakima could not believe that an awesome little ship like Jade would love her back the way she loved Jade.
When at long last Haki and Jade had paid off their debts, Haki proposed to Jade. They got married soon after, by a bemused fleetcaptain in deepspace. It was the weirdest wedding he was ever asked to precide, he would later say. Much of that was due to the fact that a scoundrel had offered to be Jade's translator for an exhorbitant fee. But at least the 'translator' spoke Jade's vows with such verve that Haki was moved to tears.
From that point forward, Haki really went off the deep end in her love for Jade. All her money is put back into Jade. All that can be upgraded, will be upgraded. Repairs are done after every trip, how short and insignificant that trip might be.
The pair make their money by doing odd jobs allover the galaxy in a chaotic fashion, they go wherever they get paid the most. Many criminals think that the pair are easy pickings, but Haki and Jade fight tooth and nail when interdicted. They give no quarter and expect none as their love conquers anything and if they die, they die together.
If you come across Haki and Jade during your travels, say hi. But remember to call Haki Hakima if you're not a friend and be sure to not insult Jade as that's the quickest way to end up dealing with your insurance-agent.
This is the story of Hakima, the woman who married her Sidewinder.
(I'm always IC in-game. Please signal [IC] or [OOC] when you open comms with me. Thanks for understanding!)
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Wing Commander Jonathan Wesley Janson styles himself as " The Galaxy's Least Serious Man". However, his humor and levity are belied by the fact that he is a man with an unknown past. His first memory was of a back rocket hospital in the middle of nowhere. He was found, adrift and unconscious, at the edge of the Galaxy, in an unknown and heavily damaged starfighter, by an Imperial stellar mapping team. He was then transported to the nearest Imperial star system where later awoke to a barrage of questions about his identity and why he was found in such a strange and advanced snubfighter so close to imperial territory. Janson could only answer with his name, rank, and serial number ( which did not match the records of any military known). The interrogators eventually got fed up with dead end answers and the constant sarcasm from Janson. His starfighter was sent to R&D, and Janson was sent packing." I don't care where you go, but you can't stay here!" said the lead interrogator. He then " liberated" an old but serviceable sidewinder one of the Imperial officials had left unattended and blasted out of the planets gravity well, jumping to the nearest non- imperial star port. Now, armed with an inexplicable knowledge of piloting, astrogation, combat, as well as a lightning wit, he seeks answers among the stars.
Diaspointed...and angry......
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Meet Cmdr Artyom Golovkin
Artyom was born on Nirvana in the Aulin System. He is currently 25 years old. His father is Vasily Golovkin and his mother Natasha. He was born into a rather poor farming district on Nirvana called Novo-Cincinnatograd. The farms were along the coast on the main continent and he knew many of the boys in the fishing docks nearby. The Aulin corperation is a federally aligned entity and the laws on Nirvana were in accordance to Federal standards. This didn't help Artyom or his family though. The villages he lived in consistented of peoples of Slavic, Korean, and German discent mostly. The Aulin Corperation did not really care for them though. The rich corperate executives and managers were mostly concerned with profits and public relations. The media was controlled by the corperation and it spent most of its time speaking of Aulin's lush environments and rich oceans. It really only existed to sell tourist trips which were very popular. These trips never got close to Artyom's village though.
Conditions were poor but it wasn't terrible. They had food to eat and decent roofs over there heads. The corperation kept things just good enough to prevent uprising.
It all changed when Artyom got a summer job on Aulin Enterprise, the Orbis station orbiting Nirvana. His role was that of a mere warehouse forklift operator. He moved food, and misc components off Lakon-9s. While on the station he saw how nice the rich had it. It was so much better than how he had lived his whole life! This made Artyom very angry. Ignorance was bliss, and as he became less ignorant to the galaxy around him, he realized that the Aulin corperation was screwing him and his town. Some of the goods he hauled would have been very useful to his town but they weren't even allowed to buy them! He saw tons of medicine go through that could have saved hundreds when there was a flu outbreak in Novo-Cincinnatograd when he was 12. His entire life the corperation was hiding the universe from him. Even on the station he wasn't denied the rights of the rich. He started to talk to his coworkers. Some were from rich families themselves and were just working because their parents made them but others were in similar positions to Artyom.
There were dozens of communities on Nirvana that had been cut-off from the rest of the galaxy. Shelter by a media that's goal was to tell them lies about good they had it.
Artyom couldn't believe it. He and his coworkers formulated a plan. They started talking to the commanders of the Lakon-9s they unloaded cargo from. The commanders were usually disinterested but occasionally they would find someone who would talk. Most commanders didn't care about their story but one man did. His name was Adam Franchiso. He felt bad for us and hired us on his crew. Franchiso was a communist from Eranin and he told us of the joys of communism. Over this time Artyom became a communist himself. Whenever they stopped in communist stations he would go meet the local party members and see what they had to say about the galaxy. He loved to listen to the success stories of rich communist systems like Wyrd, which he fell in love with.
Artyom gained a new sense of passion. No longer was he a man of anger. He still hated the Aulin Corperation but it didn't consume him. He was good at his job and eventually became the chief weapons officer on Franchiso's Type-9. He would regularly send money back to his parents, and other friends back home. In Novo-cincinatograd he was a local hero.
After 4 years of working on Franchiso's type 9 he decided that he would go off and start his own trading company. Franchiso was intially sad to had his crew member leave but Artyom convinced him it was the best and even picked out a replacement. Also, Artyom's younger brother, Mishka, was became part of the crew.
Artyom bought a sidewinder and set off into the Galaxy. He went all over from Styx, to DT Virgins, and many in between. As the chief weapons officers he got pretty good at fighting and he did some bounty hunting work on the side. This made his mother angry but he survived. He loved the freedom being a trader offered. After many many trading runs he finally accumulated enough credits to buy a Cobra Mk III.
His loved his cobra. It was his girl, and he kept good care of it. All was when in the world until the outbreak of the Eranin Civil War. E.P.P and Federal troops fought in the streets and across the system. Artyom's beloved Wyrd came under assualt. Artyom jumped to action and without hesitation began fighting around Vonarburg Cooperative. He became a hero of the Party, with 20+ confirmed kills over the span of a 2 weeks. He even helped destroy two anacondas piloted by Federal Mercs. It drove his mother mad though. She thought it was a fools game to fight the federation. After long debates Artyom finally gave in. He compromised to cease fighting regularly. Instead he would help the fight indirectly by bring weapons into the Wyrd system. He didn't tell his mother but he also took up some contracts to shoot down Federal sympathizers and System Authority ships in the nearby systems. He became a wanted man but was able to pay off his bounty by killed a murdered who was wanted even more.
These days Artyom is trading around Coelrind again. He still plans on going back to Wyrd to fight but the break is nice. He has spent the last couple days docked at Egan Port in the Wolf 417 system. He found some communists and some right leaning democrats at a pub that he enjoyed the company of.
Who knows where he'll travel next!
Artyom was born on Nirvana in the Aulin System. He is currently 25 years old. His father is Vasily Golovkin and his mother Natasha. He was born into a rather poor farming district on Nirvana called Novo-Cincinnatograd. The farms were along the coast on the main continent and he knew many of the boys in the fishing docks nearby. The Aulin corperation is a federally aligned entity and the laws on Nirvana were in accordance to Federal standards. This didn't help Artyom or his family though. The villages he lived in consistented of peoples of Slavic, Korean, and German discent mostly. The Aulin Corperation did not really care for them though. The rich corperate executives and managers were mostly concerned with profits and public relations. The media was controlled by the corperation and it spent most of its time speaking of Aulin's lush environments and rich oceans. It really only existed to sell tourist trips which were very popular. These trips never got close to Artyom's village though.
Conditions were poor but it wasn't terrible. They had food to eat and decent roofs over there heads. The corperation kept things just good enough to prevent uprising.
It all changed when Artyom got a summer job on Aulin Enterprise, the Orbis station orbiting Nirvana. His role was that of a mere warehouse forklift operator. He moved food, and misc components off Lakon-9s. While on the station he saw how nice the rich had it. It was so much better than how he had lived his whole life! This made Artyom very angry. Ignorance was bliss, and as he became less ignorant to the galaxy around him, he realized that the Aulin corperation was screwing him and his town. Some of the goods he hauled would have been very useful to his town but they weren't even allowed to buy them! He saw tons of medicine go through that could have saved hundreds when there was a flu outbreak in Novo-Cincinnatograd when he was 12. His entire life the corperation was hiding the universe from him. Even on the station he wasn't denied the rights of the rich. He started to talk to his coworkers. Some were from rich families themselves and were just working because their parents made them but others were in similar positions to Artyom.
There were dozens of communities on Nirvana that had been cut-off from the rest of the galaxy. Shelter by a media that's goal was to tell them lies about good they had it.
Artyom couldn't believe it. He and his coworkers formulated a plan. They started talking to the commanders of the Lakon-9s they unloaded cargo from. The commanders were usually disinterested but occasionally they would find someone who would talk. Most commanders didn't care about their story but one man did. His name was Adam Franchiso. He felt bad for us and hired us on his crew. Franchiso was a communist from Eranin and he told us of the joys of communism. Over this time Artyom became a communist himself. Whenever they stopped in communist stations he would go meet the local party members and see what they had to say about the galaxy. He loved to listen to the success stories of rich communist systems like Wyrd, which he fell in love with.
Artyom gained a new sense of passion. No longer was he a man of anger. He still hated the Aulin Corperation but it didn't consume him. He was good at his job and eventually became the chief weapons officer on Franchiso's Type-9. He would regularly send money back to his parents, and other friends back home. In Novo-cincinatograd he was a local hero.
After 4 years of working on Franchiso's type 9 he decided that he would go off and start his own trading company. Franchiso was intially sad to had his crew member leave but Artyom convinced him it was the best and even picked out a replacement. Also, Artyom's younger brother, Mishka, was became part of the crew.
Artyom bought a sidewinder and set off into the Galaxy. He went all over from Styx, to DT Virgins, and many in between. As the chief weapons officers he got pretty good at fighting and he did some bounty hunting work on the side. This made his mother angry but he survived. He loved the freedom being a trader offered. After many many trading runs he finally accumulated enough credits to buy a Cobra Mk III.
His loved his cobra. It was his girl, and he kept good care of it. All was when in the world until the outbreak of the Eranin Civil War. E.P.P and Federal troops fought in the streets and across the system. Artyom's beloved Wyrd came under assualt. Artyom jumped to action and without hesitation began fighting around Vonarburg Cooperative. He became a hero of the Party, with 20+ confirmed kills over the span of a 2 weeks. He even helped destroy two anacondas piloted by Federal Mercs. It drove his mother mad though. She thought it was a fools game to fight the federation. After long debates Artyom finally gave in. He compromised to cease fighting regularly. Instead he would help the fight indirectly by bring weapons into the Wyrd system. He didn't tell his mother but he also took up some contracts to shoot down Federal sympathizers and System Authority ships in the nearby systems. He became a wanted man but was able to pay off his bounty by killed a murdered who was wanted even more.
These days Artyom is trading around Coelrind again. He still plans on going back to Wyrd to fight but the break is nice. He has spent the last couple days docked at Egan Port in the Wolf 417 system. He found some communists and some right leaning democrats at a pub that he enjoyed the company of.
Who knows where he'll travel next!
Cait Kryos
That? It’s a wreck. You don’t have much of an eye for ships.
Pfft. Well, I guess you don’t have much of an eye for pilots, either.
Yes, it’s mine. More’s the pity. What? You want me to be proud of that bucket? Lemme tell you something, okay? You see all these hooligans sitting around here? You have miners, traders, explorers, wanderers of all sorts. Well, this crowd, they’ll all tell you how much they love their ships. How their ship’s like the spouse that really understands them, you know? Or how their ship’s the only home they’ve ever really known. Or how... Oh, I dunno. Der-de-der-de-ship. Well, maybe they’re right, at that. Look up there. Harbour full of ships; some really nice ones. Maybe they do feel that way about theirs.
No. No, I don’t feel that way about mine.
Yeah, fine. If you’re offering. Rum, please. With some of that... whatever that goo is that passes for cola round here.
Sure, yeah. Salve. Skal. Sun and rain. Whatever.
So no. I don’t feel that way. I challenge anyone to feel that way about a Sidewinder. Stupid name, to begin with. Suggests, I don’t know, sleek, agile, probably dangerous... Are sidewinders dangerous? I’ve never seen one, not for real. No, the snake, obviously, not the... I fly the ship, and that’s not dangerous. It’s agile enough to dodge an asteroid, given enough notice.
I’ve had arguments. People reckon they love the Sidey. One guy once said to me, “Cait,” he said, “You can’t beat the Sidey. It’s an excellent little all-rounder.” He was trying to sell me one. And that’s the weird thing, see? It’s such a great ship - but seems everyone who’s got one is trying to sell it. Tells you something, nyet?
Hey, you wanna buy a Sidewinder? No? You amaze me.
I was on an industrial freighter for a while. The Evening Wind. Handsome ship, as these things go; and fast, too, for a truck - skipper had made a lot of special modifications. Those were good times. I made some good friends. Like family, really. We were traders, just... ‘Scuse me... Just, you know, wandering around, picking up stuff here, dropping it off there. We had a sideline in resource extraction: if we had nothing else to do we’d potter round and splinter a few rocks, pull out whatever we could find and sell it off at the industrial stations. It was good. Peaceful. In all that time we had three run-ins with thieves. First two times the skipper ditched the stuff; just let them take it. Said it was safest. I liked him: he always put us first.
Yeah, I’ll have another; since you’re offering. Make it a double. Clink.
Actually, I don’t drink much, as a rule. No, really.
Those first two robbers were decent - or as decent as robbers can be. They took the stuff and left it at that. Guess we were lucky. Skipper reported them, but you know the system authorities aren’t going to do much. We settled for telling ourselves they’d bite off too big a chunk one day. One day, they’d target someone who could defend themselves.
Third time... Not lucky. We were taking freight out to a new colony. They were struggling - they’d run into some nasty local virus no-one’d seen before, and there was a wicked contagion running over the place. We had medical supplies on board, stuff that people were depending on. We dropped out of witchspace, started the turn out to the colony. Ship was still vibrating from the frameshift recalibration when we were pulled out of supercruise. Just like that. Never seen an interdict like it, before or since; not even by the police. The guy demanded our cargo, and it was the first time the skipper ever put freight over crew. Last, too, as it turned out. But people needed the stuff, see? That cargo meant lives. So he dodged. Or tried. He played for time, played the compliant mark, pretended confusion until the frameshift had time to spin up again. Reckon the thief didn’t expect such a quick recal from such a big boat. So we’re off, ploughing full-speed to the colony, and the thief’s eating our sparkly wake. And we thought that was it.
We actually got to the colony. We actually set down at the colony. We never... You wouldn’t expect it, would you? You wouldn’t expect the guy to have trailed us all the way there, to follow us into atmo, and attack us on the godsdamn platform.
I was lucky; kind of. They’d sent me out to sort the paperwork with the quarantine teams; so I was a few hundred metres away and indoors when it happened. Loads of ruckus; lots of noise and alarms. There’s this rumble under my feet, through the walls. And that was it. That was the Evening Wind. Local police and colony triple-A took the guy down - to this day they don’t know what possessed him to do it. But by the time they let me back to what was left of the ship, there was no-one else. They eventually dug them out of the wreckage, but there was nothing to be done.
I caught the contagion, in case you were wondering. It wasn’t pretty. They wouldn’t let me leave after the attack - said they hadn’t been able to complete the quarantine procedures properly. Bureaucrats. So they slung me into a quarantine dorm, where I had plenty of opportunity to pick up their little plague, and six weeks of... well, like I said, it wasn’t pretty. By the time they got on top of it and conjured up a treatment, the population was down to a few hundred. Once the quarantine was lifted and I was declared cured-ish, I hitched out on the first ship pointing this way.
And now here I am: Cait Kryos, not-entirely-proud owner of one shabby Sidewinder, with a couple of thousand to my name, and far drunker than I normally am. I trade and mine a bit, I do... other things from time to time, if the pay’s good. And I just generally keep myself to myself.
So. You sure you don’t want to buy a Sidewinder?
That? It’s a wreck. You don’t have much of an eye for ships.
Pfft. Well, I guess you don’t have much of an eye for pilots, either.
Yes, it’s mine. More’s the pity. What? You want me to be proud of that bucket? Lemme tell you something, okay? You see all these hooligans sitting around here? You have miners, traders, explorers, wanderers of all sorts. Well, this crowd, they’ll all tell you how much they love their ships. How their ship’s like the spouse that really understands them, you know? Or how their ship’s the only home they’ve ever really known. Or how... Oh, I dunno. Der-de-der-de-ship. Well, maybe they’re right, at that. Look up there. Harbour full of ships; some really nice ones. Maybe they do feel that way about theirs.
No. No, I don’t feel that way about mine.
Yeah, fine. If you’re offering. Rum, please. With some of that... whatever that goo is that passes for cola round here.
Sure, yeah. Salve. Skal. Sun and rain. Whatever.
So no. I don’t feel that way. I challenge anyone to feel that way about a Sidewinder. Stupid name, to begin with. Suggests, I don’t know, sleek, agile, probably dangerous... Are sidewinders dangerous? I’ve never seen one, not for real. No, the snake, obviously, not the... I fly the ship, and that’s not dangerous. It’s agile enough to dodge an asteroid, given enough notice.
I’ve had arguments. People reckon they love the Sidey. One guy once said to me, “Cait,” he said, “You can’t beat the Sidey. It’s an excellent little all-rounder.” He was trying to sell me one. And that’s the weird thing, see? It’s such a great ship - but seems everyone who’s got one is trying to sell it. Tells you something, nyet?
Hey, you wanna buy a Sidewinder? No? You amaze me.
I was on an industrial freighter for a while. The Evening Wind. Handsome ship, as these things go; and fast, too, for a truck - skipper had made a lot of special modifications. Those were good times. I made some good friends. Like family, really. We were traders, just... ‘Scuse me... Just, you know, wandering around, picking up stuff here, dropping it off there. We had a sideline in resource extraction: if we had nothing else to do we’d potter round and splinter a few rocks, pull out whatever we could find and sell it off at the industrial stations. It was good. Peaceful. In all that time we had three run-ins with thieves. First two times the skipper ditched the stuff; just let them take it. Said it was safest. I liked him: he always put us first.
Yeah, I’ll have another; since you’re offering. Make it a double. Clink.
Actually, I don’t drink much, as a rule. No, really.
Those first two robbers were decent - or as decent as robbers can be. They took the stuff and left it at that. Guess we were lucky. Skipper reported them, but you know the system authorities aren’t going to do much. We settled for telling ourselves they’d bite off too big a chunk one day. One day, they’d target someone who could defend themselves.
Third time... Not lucky. We were taking freight out to a new colony. They were struggling - they’d run into some nasty local virus no-one’d seen before, and there was a wicked contagion running over the place. We had medical supplies on board, stuff that people were depending on. We dropped out of witchspace, started the turn out to the colony. Ship was still vibrating from the frameshift recalibration when we were pulled out of supercruise. Just like that. Never seen an interdict like it, before or since; not even by the police. The guy demanded our cargo, and it was the first time the skipper ever put freight over crew. Last, too, as it turned out. But people needed the stuff, see? That cargo meant lives. So he dodged. Or tried. He played for time, played the compliant mark, pretended confusion until the frameshift had time to spin up again. Reckon the thief didn’t expect such a quick recal from such a big boat. So we’re off, ploughing full-speed to the colony, and the thief’s eating our sparkly wake. And we thought that was it.
We actually got to the colony. We actually set down at the colony. We never... You wouldn’t expect it, would you? You wouldn’t expect the guy to have trailed us all the way there, to follow us into atmo, and attack us on the godsdamn platform.
I was lucky; kind of. They’d sent me out to sort the paperwork with the quarantine teams; so I was a few hundred metres away and indoors when it happened. Loads of ruckus; lots of noise and alarms. There’s this rumble under my feet, through the walls. And that was it. That was the Evening Wind. Local police and colony triple-A took the guy down - to this day they don’t know what possessed him to do it. But by the time they let me back to what was left of the ship, there was no-one else. They eventually dug them out of the wreckage, but there was nothing to be done.
I caught the contagion, in case you were wondering. It wasn’t pretty. They wouldn’t let me leave after the attack - said they hadn’t been able to complete the quarantine procedures properly. Bureaucrats. So they slung me into a quarantine dorm, where I had plenty of opportunity to pick up their little plague, and six weeks of... well, like I said, it wasn’t pretty. By the time they got on top of it and conjured up a treatment, the population was down to a few hundred. Once the quarantine was lifted and I was declared cured-ish, I hitched out on the first ship pointing this way.
And now here I am: Cait Kryos, not-entirely-proud owner of one shabby Sidewinder, with a couple of thousand to my name, and far drunker than I normally am. I trade and mine a bit, I do... other things from time to time, if the pay’s good. And I just generally keep myself to myself.
So. You sure you don’t want to buy a Sidewinder?
Hi,
My name's Cas. Jumped into... damn, I've forgotten what system I'm in! Been travelling a lot recently and probably suffering from a touch of Space Madness. The name of the place will come to me in a bit. Fairly certain it begins with an H...or an E.
Anyway, I'm killing time in a generic bar on the systems main orbiter. I've been in worse places and at least they serve a decent Asp Exploder here. Which is just as well as it's going to be two more days before Meinlas, my Sidewinder, is fully repaired. The crash wasn't my fault. Some newby pilot with the survival instincts of a Lavian tree grub and an inability to tell the difference between red and green. Still, we all have to learn.
Well, most of us. Me, I missed out on the whole newby pilot thing. You see, my dad's a Captain in the Alliance Navy stationed at New Rossyth, Argent's Claim. He had me strapped into a Sidewinder before I could see over the top of instrument panel. He insisted that I learned how to pilot a ship so that I could join the navy at the first possible opportunity.
Piloting wasn't the only legacy he's given me. His fanatical interest in Earth's ancient military history led to me being called Cassivellaunus. He was a famous chieftain of England or Wales or somewhere. Either way, it's a bummer of a name to be stuck with.
Mind you, dad wasn't around much as he commanded a long-range reconnaissance wing. During those long absences it was Grand O who took care of me. He was a well respected scientist and explorer and dragged me around all over the place in his battered old Cobra. His speciality was xenopalaeoethnobotany. That's how he got the nickname Grand O!
But I was a bolshie little sod and after a big set to with my dad about entrance exams I packed my bag and left home. I drifted for a while then ended up working as an exo-keeper in a fauna & flora park just outside Edinburgh on Turner's World. Got caught up in the job and lost track of time, Dad and Grand O.
Thirty years have passed now. It was a shock to get the message from Grand O about dad's disappearance. I headed straight back to New Rossyth to find out more but the military had closed ranks. My dad's quarters had been turned over quite thoroughly by the MP's and all his info-discs and other records had been removed. However, they'd left a lot of household stuff including a bottle of Calvados brandy. I removed the cork and went to take a large swig but just a tiny trickle dribbled over my tongue. Looking inside I could see a small package blocking the neck. Obviously my dad knew me better than I imagined. After removing the package, as well as a significant amount of the bottles contents, I found this old coin and a note.
Cheers Dad, that's bloody useful.
I headed straight back to Meinlas and then to the Epsilon Eridani system to meet up with Grand O. I wanted to show him the coin and note. Three jumps in I got the news of his death.
The legal stuff was a blur but it turns out that he'd left me his long-range Cobra. Not really looking forward to picking it up though. Being on board his ship without him there is going to be tough.
I was also given access to all Grand O's personal files and one thing I'm becoming very sure of is that dad going AWOL and a long running argument with Grand O is at the heart of all this. They both reckoned that an ancient Earth culture in India had been visited by incredibly advanced aliens. Definitely not Thargoids. In a poem called the Mahabharata there were descriptions of powerful weapons and dad was convinced they were real.
Grand O thought different. He believed that the aliens were peaceful and could bring enlightenment to the Galaxy once again. Not weapons of death.
I'm still working my way through the mountain of info-discs he left behind. Recently, I found a list of contacts. It's clear Grand O wasn't working on this project alone and one name crops up time and time again, Adhita Ganaka, the Assistant Curator of Antiquities at the Museum of Earth.
And that's where I'm heading...eventually. Gonna have to earn a serious wad first though. Selling some of Grand O’s exploration data should bring in a few credits but I'll still need to do some serious hauling (amongst other things) to get me to the Sol system. Then there's still the question of getting an Earth permit.
Oh well, one thing at a time. Reckon I'll have another Asp Exploder and then I'll crack on. Poyekhali!
My name's Cas. Jumped into... damn, I've forgotten what system I'm in! Been travelling a lot recently and probably suffering from a touch of Space Madness. The name of the place will come to me in a bit. Fairly certain it begins with an H...or an E.
Anyway, I'm killing time in a generic bar on the systems main orbiter. I've been in worse places and at least they serve a decent Asp Exploder here. Which is just as well as it's going to be two more days before Meinlas, my Sidewinder, is fully repaired. The crash wasn't my fault. Some newby pilot with the survival instincts of a Lavian tree grub and an inability to tell the difference between red and green. Still, we all have to learn.
Well, most of us. Me, I missed out on the whole newby pilot thing. You see, my dad's a Captain in the Alliance Navy stationed at New Rossyth, Argent's Claim. He had me strapped into a Sidewinder before I could see over the top of instrument panel. He insisted that I learned how to pilot a ship so that I could join the navy at the first possible opportunity.
Piloting wasn't the only legacy he's given me. His fanatical interest in Earth's ancient military history led to me being called Cassivellaunus. He was a famous chieftain of England or Wales or somewhere. Either way, it's a bummer of a name to be stuck with.
Mind you, dad wasn't around much as he commanded a long-range reconnaissance wing. During those long absences it was Grand O who took care of me. He was a well respected scientist and explorer and dragged me around all over the place in his battered old Cobra. His speciality was xenopalaeoethnobotany. That's how he got the nickname Grand O!
But I was a bolshie little sod and after a big set to with my dad about entrance exams I packed my bag and left home. I drifted for a while then ended up working as an exo-keeper in a fauna & flora park just outside Edinburgh on Turner's World. Got caught up in the job and lost track of time, Dad and Grand O.
Thirty years have passed now. It was a shock to get the message from Grand O about dad's disappearance. I headed straight back to New Rossyth to find out more but the military had closed ranks. My dad's quarters had been turned over quite thoroughly by the MP's and all his info-discs and other records had been removed. However, they'd left a lot of household stuff including a bottle of Calvados brandy. I removed the cork and went to take a large swig but just a tiny trickle dribbled over my tongue. Looking inside I could see a small package blocking the neck. Obviously my dad knew me better than I imagined. After removing the package, as well as a significant amount of the bottles contents, I found this old coin and a note.
Cheers Dad, that's bloody useful.
I headed straight back to Meinlas and then to the Epsilon Eridani system to meet up with Grand O. I wanted to show him the coin and note. Three jumps in I got the news of his death.
The legal stuff was a blur but it turns out that he'd left me his long-range Cobra. Not really looking forward to picking it up though. Being on board his ship without him there is going to be tough.
I was also given access to all Grand O's personal files and one thing I'm becoming very sure of is that dad going AWOL and a long running argument with Grand O is at the heart of all this. They both reckoned that an ancient Earth culture in India had been visited by incredibly advanced aliens. Definitely not Thargoids. In a poem called the Mahabharata there were descriptions of powerful weapons and dad was convinced they were real.
Grand O thought different. He believed that the aliens were peaceful and could bring enlightenment to the Galaxy once again. Not weapons of death.
I'm still working my way through the mountain of info-discs he left behind. Recently, I found a list of contacts. It's clear Grand O wasn't working on this project alone and one name crops up time and time again, Adhita Ganaka, the Assistant Curator of Antiquities at the Museum of Earth.
And that's where I'm heading...eventually. Gonna have to earn a serious wad first though. Selling some of Grand O’s exploration data should bring in a few credits but I'll still need to do some serious hauling (amongst other things) to get me to the Sol system. Then there's still the question of getting an Earth permit.
Oh well, one thing at a time. Reckon I'll have another Asp Exploder and then I'll crack on. Poyekhali!
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Commander Johannus Ericksson, Imperial Bounty Hunter. I'm one of the founders of the Velvet Glove Corporation, and her sister company; Iron Fist Security.
Unlike many bounty hunters, I didn't serve as a police officer, nor in the military or navy, I just saw that people were making money removing the criminal element from society and protecting those that couldn't protect themselves. I hate bullies with a passion and get great job satisfaction. As well as a fairly decent pay check.
My friends and I live on the frontier planet of Ozwin. It's only three hundred years old, so it still has a lot of rough edges compared to longer stablished planets. The war didn't help, and many of the people living there are hardened war vets with grudges the size of Anacondas and attitudes to match. This keeps Iron Fist busy. I can't say I'm proud that misery and crime are good for business, but I am proud of our results
Velvet Glove is the softer side of our business, focussing in the softer sides of trading and exploration. We tend to hang out in the First and Last bar, just outside of the Eastern Haulage Terminus. If you're ever looking for decent food and drink, you can't go wrong.
Unlike many bounty hunters, I didn't serve as a police officer, nor in the military or navy, I just saw that people were making money removing the criminal element from society and protecting those that couldn't protect themselves. I hate bullies with a passion and get great job satisfaction. As well as a fairly decent pay check.
My friends and I live on the frontier planet of Ozwin. It's only three hundred years old, so it still has a lot of rough edges compared to longer stablished planets. The war didn't help, and many of the people living there are hardened war vets with grudges the size of Anacondas and attitudes to match. This keeps Iron Fist busy. I can't say I'm proud that misery and crime are good for business, but I am proud of our results
Velvet Glove is the softer side of our business, focussing in the softer sides of trading and exploration. We tend to hang out in the First and Last bar, just outside of the Eastern Haulage Terminus. If you're ever looking for decent food and drink, you can't go wrong.
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As FD have implemented the ability to select new character names in game, I made a new one:
Commander Sturn.
"I did 20 years in the Federation Starfleet, joining up straight out of college. I've must've piloted every major type they operate from Fighters up to Drop Ships, though I spent most of my time behind the controls of Shuttles and Scoutships. I never saw any combat as a fighter pilot, though I did see some against pirates while I was flying larger ships. After all that time I'm done with military flying but I can't imagine settling down and getting a desk job. There was more than enough of that bull in the military. I'm going to buy myself a long range explorer and get out there among the stars. Be my own boss for once with no one to tell me what to do. It'll be dangerous but I know how to look after myself. Hell, I'm looking forward to the challenge."
Commander Sturn.
"I did 20 years in the Federation Starfleet, joining up straight out of college. I've must've piloted every major type they operate from Fighters up to Drop Ships, though I spent most of my time behind the controls of Shuttles and Scoutships. I never saw any combat as a fighter pilot, though I did see some against pirates while I was flying larger ships. After all that time I'm done with military flying but I can't imagine settling down and getting a desk job. There was more than enough of that bull in the military. I'm going to buy myself a long range explorer and get out there among the stars. Be my own boss for once with no one to tell me what to do. It'll be dangerous but I know how to look after myself. Hell, I'm looking forward to the challenge."
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