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Well, at least this individual almost had feelings like a regular person. Well, almost anyways. When one was out in space as long as he had been, things were often a little different. After all, few people were able to identify with such alien creations. In a certain respect, Nyskel found this sad. He wished everyone could get along. Hopefully, getting along didn't involve having his ears sawed off.

"I apologize if I've done something to screw up my chances of survival here. Is there something that you'd permit me to do to rectify my mistake? Maybe I could get you to ask me the next round of questions? I mean, you know...play some good cop/bad cop relations, right? Isn't that the way you guys rock and roll on these cruisers?"

With a sigh, he again tried to focus on the immediate situation. Every word he spoke could mean the difference between life and death for him.

The doctor, who was busily tiding up, was walked in upon by a soldier. He said,"Well, what have you been talking about? His harsh treatment? Well, I had to suffer the same beating, only with a baton. It's to remind us who's in charge, what your suppose to and suppose to not do, and just plain punishment." He then said, "Doc, I think I need to-" but before he said a word, the ship started to rock.A warning siren turned on. The soldier ran out of the room caring his weapon as an urgent message played:"Hostiles are on board the ship. Eliminate all hostiles."

They were being boarded.

"You realize that I'm not even a citizen of...whatever it is that you guys represent, right? I demand some sort of legal council thingy...I have some kind of right to that sort of thing now don't I?" Nyskel smirked for a moment as he started to look up before he finally realized the serious nature of their situation. It certainly did take him long enough.

"Hostiles?!"

Blinking for a moments, the elf-creature came to the realization that he wasn't going to survive if they didn't learn to cooperate to at least some degree. They needed to work together if they were going to see the day through.

"Eeeh, Doc! Do you guys have a weapon? I'd gladly join ya in the firefight, but they took everything that I had when I came aboard like I was some sort of a criminal. With the way that I've been treated, you'd think I were!"

The strange creature said,"yes, we do. The armory is to the left of the barracks, which are across this room. All I have is a pistol with steel rounds. You might need some power armor or a quick reflex suit." The doctor then pulled out his weapon. Then Nyskel went to the Armory. Inside were two sub machine guns, five blaster pistols, a box full of ammunition, and an another box half full of knives, as well as the two different types of suits mentioned. Empty spaces were weapons would be suggested that the soldiers had been here, as well as two large empty spaces suggested the orc was here to.

OCC: How is the story going?

OOC: Not bad at all. I think we have another player in here, but I haven't seen any other posts from the other individual. Are we rather lax about rules, then, with the way the RP is going? Usually there'd be something about the degree to which you could manipulate another player's character, but it never seemed to be really in affect here.

IC: As the space-elf creature continued to peruse the armory, he paused for a few moments once he was assured that he collected everything he needed. He felt strange in a power suit, and he knew very well that he hadn't worn one for years. Nyskel never needed to do so because he never really got involved in combat. Well, anything of this caliber. Usually a laser sword was enough to take care of the sort of ruffians that he ended up associating himself with.

"So I take it that there were several others that, like, you know, got the goods on and what have you." It took Nyskel forever just to say that he figured there were others that suited up before them.

As Nyskel was suiting up, he heard sounds that were terrifyingly loud and violent. What seemed to be a pirate was stumbling in the room, but then a large something collided into his torso. The man's body was ripped asunder, blood, guts, and other matter were sprayed across the room. Whatever hit him, he was definitely dead from it. The being who stood behind the remnants of the corpse was Razieh, in full power armor. Blood covered his body, and the guns he were carrying looked like two large pistols with twin barrels that seemed to fire tank rounds. The being looked at the horrifying remains of the corpse, laughed, and then walked away toward the battle.

OCC:Now you know what his large guns do, what is your thoughts on them?

OOC: I had a bad feeling it was going to be something like that!

IC: With a wince, Nyksel started to step back, "Hey, you know, just because I wear these camo pants doesn't at all make me part of the army! I don't have to be involved in..." As he started to protest, the seemingly elf-like creature heard a blast beside him. Nervously turning his head towards the explosion, he finally hefted up his own weapons and started to return fire. The image of Razieh was enough to spur him on. He didn't really know the other individual, but there had to be a bit of retribution for that sort of a slaying.

He knew that he wouldn't have allowed the other to die in vain. Things were going to be very different now. While he might have previously seemed to be like quite a coward, some sort of heroic energy had been awakened within him. Maybe in some ways everyone had that reserve. It just took him a little while longer to summon it than most.

Name: Sarko ur Sarkissias
Gender: Hemaphrodite
Age: 24 moons
Race: Ifriti Nor
Planet: Ifrit
Occupation: Shale miner
Magic: Ice Creator. It is a rare gift which enables its bearer to cool down hot roads and prevent mines from bursting into flames.
Ship: The Pyro 4. Thoroughly fireproof, the Pyro 4 is used to transport reams of shale to Quetzacoatl for building roads. The Pyro 4 requires no magic as some of its passengers are themselves equipped with the gift of Ice Creation. The ship is pure technology. It is basically grey in colour with bands of white throuhout its hull.
Background: Sarko almost died at birth. His mother and father, both soldiers in the East Vanadium Royal Army, were both infected with aerosolised Gray Phosphorus poison during the Seven Seeds War of 2112. As a result, many children - including Sarko - were born with several deficiencies and defects including hemaphroditic syndrome, neuropathy, blindness, or mental retardation. With help from the revived government, most of the affected kids grew up to become quite productive citizens, some even raising families or joining the ranks of those in the Royal Vanadium Army.

OOC: great!

IC:The Ork turned around, the energy blas collide into his suit harmlessly. He said," You're goin' die, sonny!" and, with his bare fist, went for a strait-forward, fully-powered, heavy uppercut. He thought that would probably blows his foes head up, or at least break his spinal column. He was about to, until he hesitated. Something restrained him, an he realized what it was: His conscious.

What his mind pictured was a stereotypical angel and devil wearing lawsuits carrying suit cases. The angel said,"You know, the law might hate you if you do this."

The devil responded,"but he shot you and is now working with the pirates! He deserves a harsh punishment!"

Then the angel slapped the devil across the face and said," They want him intact, Razeih!"

Then a third figure appeared, simply Jaas wearing a lawsuit. He slapped both of the two representatives of Razeih's Morality, and said,"Listen, how about we agree to knock him out and throw him in the Brig. That will solve both our problems." The images went away.

Jaas then decided to poke him on the head, which would knockout any average human being.

OOC: Hmmm...the Game Master/Dungeon Master/Whatever-They Call-It-in-Post-by-Post-RPs didn't mention the amount of characters you can possibly use. I wondering about creating another person, jut because I feel like expanding the amount involved, and I get bored from the lack of posts. I hope you understand.

OOC:Well, since there has been no reply for more than a week, here is the character:


Name: Geithern
Gender: Female
Age: 250
Race: a race that looks similar to elves, but with gold eyes, light blue skin, and golden eyes. They also age slowly, since ten standard years is equivalent to one of the age a human would achieve in one standard year. This would make her, in a sense, 25.
Planet: Noble
Occupation: She use to be a politician, but now is a buccaneer.
Magic: Can shoot super-hot beams of light from the hands, as well as become invisible and cause holographic projections with the mind to fool enemies.
Ship: A bulky white space cruiser, emblazoned with bright navy blue symbols, that was originally a cargo ship. Laser, missiles, and rail-gun cannons were added for better chances of success in, well, every combat situation, as well as better shields and engines. A crew of 250 veterans, all having lived through at least three battles and all having the same background(being forced into the military and being underpaid and disrespected), as well as a dozen medics.
Background: When she lost a career in the government at the age of 186 standard years and could not find much work, she decided that the laws were a load of rabbit droppings and that being a pirate was better any ways. In her time, she gathered a crew and went off into the stars, looking for adventure. She has run into Razieh on a few occasions, but always has succeeded in evading him and not getting too badly hurt. She also is pretty, if also petite, being only 5" 2' and weighing 82 pounds.

(Cool?)

Last edited by Anarbaculardrop on 12 Jun 2012, 1:15 pm, edited 1 time in total.

OOC: Yeah, totally cool, though I'll probably just keep Nyskel for the time being. I waited for a bit in the hopes that the original Game Master would indeed post, but apparently they have totally lost interest. What's the source of Geithern's magic anyways? Sarko ur Sarkissias is cool too. Is Ifrit a reference to the fiery beings? Also, if you don't mind me asking, is 2112 a Rush reference?

As for my next IC post, where do you want to go with this? Are the two new characters going to come aboard the vessel or something like that? Maybe they're already aboard and have to be found in the bowls of the ship? I admit to being a little lost, to be honest.

OOC:Sorry, only Geithern is mine. Still, she is appearing right now, but isn't anywhere close to Shiva...

IC:Geithern woke up. She was wearing, at the momment, only a pale blue skin-tight suit. She realized this, and got on her white trenchcoat and kepi cap, as well as two white leather gloves, all with gold buttons and trimmings. Then she got on white, cotton trousers and pale blue boots(leather).After that, Geithern got her belt(which had a sheath) and put her electrical vibro cutlass in it(which was turned off.) Then she left her room and walked down the corrider.
As she walked down to the navigation deck, Giethern thought about Jaas, who was her least favorite person in the Galaxy, since he always considered her 'evil' and a 'goverment traitor', which Geithern hated. Oh well, she thought, he always will be dependent on goverment.
When she got navigation deck, she saw on the map that Merchant 2 was close, and a small cargo vessel was even closer. Geithern telled the command crew to make the ship look threatening and show the usual 'give us your stuff or we will capture your vessel' message that they prepared ages ago. Then she got out the book she was reading for her own time,"Spaceship Maneuvers and Weaponry of Now." She laughed. A lot of the things were her own moves, since she tried things that were to counter some of the regular maneuvers. Then Geithern put it down and stared at the merchant ship.

OOC: Nice enterance?

OOC: Oh, no I realize that she's the only one that is yours. I was just trying to comment on everyone coming in here for the time being. That was a nice entrance though, certainly.

IC: With a sigh, Nyskel was getting noticeably tired of everything that was going on. He hadn't at all asked for this, and he wanted no part of the continuing operations. However, that no longer seemed like it were even an option. Apparently he had to remain with this little contingent because of the fact that he was, well, locked into some sort of crazy firefight. This was hardly what he had wanted to get himself into.

After all, he wasn't anything more than a simple merchant ship's owner. He wasn't really supposed to be here and he certainly wasn't supposed to be fighting this little battle.

That wasn't to say this wasn't really fun for the time being, though, but the presence of what appeared to be another ship on the horizon was quickly threatening to make this entire issue a lot different. At the moment, he was nevertheless preoccupied. Being in an exoskeleton suit, or whatever this happened to be at the moment, would certainly do that to a man. He wasn't the sort of individual who usually went around in these sorts of garments.

Nyskel winced as he dodged another blast, "Hey, dude, remember I'm just a friggin' mechanic, okay? A freelance rouge mechanic!"

It seemed that the elf-creature then wanted to add something to it quickly afterwards. "A surprisingly good looking mechanic of course." He was also so obsessed with being glamorous it seemed.

Jaas growled at Nyskel. "Stop where your going! You shall have penalties for shooting an enforker!" Then he tried to poke him again.
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Geithern, who was right now looking at what she had gained from the merchant ship, growled. There wasn't a lot of stuff, and they didn't even have that many credits, either. In total, her gain was:

-200 kilograms of steel alloy type 55
-5 medium-sized boxes of pink spices
-150 credits
-5 plasma cutters(modern)
-3 flamethrowers(exploration era)
-3 hatchets(titanium)
-5 spacesuits(grey, exploration era)

Or in other words, not a lot of goods.

She tried to make the best of it. But it felt weird. She didn't have a lot of use for the hatchets, she had enough plasma cutters, and the space suits would be better in a museum. She concentrated on the flamethrowers. Then she realized that, even though they were old, they still had the same effectiveness as a modern one. Also, the spices and steel were always accepted by the black market. Geithern knew what to do.

OOC: Which of my two characters is your favorite?

OOC: They're both really quite interesting. Where did you get the name Geithern? I can speak German in real life, so I was curious about that.

IC: "What is that supposed to mean? I mean, like, c'mon man. I'm not trying to hurt you or, like, anything. I'm just trying to survive. This isn't even really my fight anyways, is it? I mean, is it supposed to be or whatever? I don't think so."

The fact that he wasn't even sure if he was supposed to be involved in this conflict may very well have spoken volumes about Nyskel's own personality. Apparently, he wasn't even really paying as much attention to the events that surrounded him, as he should have been. Maybe that was why he had been stuck with the title 'freelance renegade engineer' for the better part of his career. That was even if one wanted to refer to what he did as a career. He sort of just gallivanted around through space however he wished to.

To be honest, the "space elf" figured there had to be an individual behind this as opposed to a more elaborate operation. That had to be what was going on. While most individuals would have actually preferred to blame some sort of major conspiracy, that wasn't Nyskel at all. He forced himself to think rationally. After all, he assumed that any time saved had to be good. He wanted to get back home to his own ship.

His guitar was on his ship. What was he supposed to do if he went a whole simulated day-period without rocking out?

OOC: Geithern? Nothing really. Just came up with it. By the way, your character seems a bit like the scout from TF2. Just saying.
IC: Jaas then said,"Wait, I have to help out the rest of the krew!"before running down the hall.
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Geithern was drunk.
She had way too many beers and was drawing moustaches on her first mate, who wasn't too happy about it. When Geithern passed out, she was carried to her bed.
The next day, she had a hangover that stuck with her until it was evening. Then she went toward Shiva. Once she got there, Geithern saw Jaas ship getting attacked by pirates. She didn't want to attack(seeing that others were there and she really didn't need to deal with this idiot) and stood nearby, since a fourth ship was at the scene. Geithern decided to wait and see what happened next.