Alarms fill every ounce of space throughout the ship as it lists lifelessly through space, immobilized. Oxygen vents into the abyss as the overwhelmed life support struggles to keep up with the demand. All the lights aboard flickered on, while the remaining emergency power dumped into the life support. Inside the Stasis room, a lone man worked feverishly on the console controlling the stasis chambers. Smoke was starting to come seeping in blinked away the away the pain in his eyes. He’d been on watch, making sure the crew survived. He managed to load the program into the system, It was crude but should work. In theory it would wipe the crew's memories if they ever woke. He had even gone out of his way and jettisoned all personal effects He could save so many lives this way, and without killing anyone. He left the room, and hurried into the billowing smoke. He made his way to the control room and began to manually activate the fire suppression systems. It wouldn’t work, they were too damaged. He had one option, vent all oxygen on board killing himself in process. He was an idealist, and couldn’t think of a better way to go. He shut off the damaged portion of the ship, it would lock out the weapons systems, one of the cargo holds including the EVA suits, and med bay. Before he vented the oxygen, he wiped all of the previous data of the crew’s past, current and next missions. Their history, and any trace which could set them down the path they had been headed. The ship would be out of oxygen for 30 minutes after venting. He strapped himself to the chair and vented the air. It escaped past him like a hurricane all the oxygen whirling past him, snuffing out the fires and taking the smoke with it. He faded into the long sleep called death. Sometime later the ship began to light up, its reactors kicking to life again, to recharge the auxiliary power. When the ship's computer regained full function it picked back up on the stasis countdown. In two days time the crew would awaken, until then it set about making the ship liveable restocking the galley’s food dispensers, supplying oxygen through out the non-closed off areas, and turning on whatever lights still worked. The bed’s in each of the crew’s quarters raised from the floor, a thick layer of dust covering everything. There had been an unknown amount of time which had passed since they had all gone into the chambers. The next two days were uneventful the computer monitored life signs and did what little it could to ready the crew for their awakening. [hider= Ship Info] This is a scifi RP focused on a crew with no memory, we’ll work together to try and keep the ship afloat but also regain our identities. The name of the ship is The Don Quixote Currently the Weapons room ( for controlling the weapons and maintaining them ), Med bay, One of the Two cargo holds to include all of the EVA suits are cut off and in the hold. The ship is with out engine power, and is lacking in food as the expendables have long since perished. Life support is weak but still functioning, weapons in the armory are in disarray, the sloppy job erasing things cause a lot of the programs to become non-functional. Right now. The navigation has a few courses that are plot able. [/hider] [hider= Faction information] General information on the crew before hand, We were mercenaries, and infamous ones at that. Usually taking the dirty jobs or the ones involving harming civilians. Each crew member will have a special job aboard the ship. With the original crew count at 30. Only 6 will awaken for now. The crew is currently low on funds. As of right now, only enough money to feed the crew and refuel, no real repairs. There are Main factions: The Unified Planets Alliance (UPA), A fascist like organization which controls the majority of the known solar system through an iron grip. Their military is strong and well organized, their government is ruled through a military hierarchy. Citizens are expected to serve in the military for a minimum of two years, and regularly undergo training. They often round dissidents and those like them. No one has ever returned from one of the round ups, there are my theories. Galactic Trade Consortium (GTC), A large Organization that doubles the population of the UPA and the ____ With the entire Consortium run as a business they’re known for being incredibly efficient, when dealing with enemies they’re quick and calculated. Citizens of the GTC often live cushy lives and hold high positions while those on a visa often live in squalor and poverty. A majority of the population is made up of those with a Visa, they do this by serving in the military or through a rigorous application which can take years, if not a lifetime. The New Imperium (Imperium) a rising group which seeks to unify the entire solar system, they disagree with how the GTV, and the UPA run their planets and offer those under the rule of the other two a new hope. The Imperium government runs off of a democratic system, which allows a fair vote to elect their new leader. In secret the Imperium is a bunch of outcasted politicians, thieves, murderers and those of ill repute. They built themselves new lives and new stories. The people under them are allowed to start their own businesses, run their lives how they want, except their taxed heavily. A lot of it goes into the pockets of the new politicians. They also double the tax on non-citizens living on their planets. They often conscript their military and force them in waves to fight the enemies. They’re not as well armed but have a numbers advantage on their military compared to the other two. Their ships are thrown together from scrap or stolen from the other factions. The UPA has large bounties on a the crew and the Don Quixote, offering a small fortune for their capture alive, and a third dead. The GTC, currently will work with the Don Quixote, though the relationship is tense on the verge of also being outlawed in their system. They use third parties to work with the crew so guilt can be blamed elsewhere. The Imperium, will work openly with Don Quixote. Both have acted aggressively towards the other but it's often forgotten when a difficult job opens up. Especially with population control or toppling independent governments, assassinations or other things of shady nature. There are all varieties of aliens, and alien like species though they’re often used as slave labor or third class citizens, their homeworlds colonized by humans or destroyed. They often form Anti-human gangs or organizations. Their slums are a dangerous place for humans, and often left un patrolled on their worlds. Very few have ever gained citizenship in any of the factions. [/hider] Name: ( Won’t be able to remember ) Age: Appearance: Personality: Time Served With Crew: History: Job: ( Engineer, Medic, Explosives Specialist, Computer Specialist, Armorer.) History: ( including how they came to work on the Don Quixote) Gear: Rules 1. Have Fun! 2. Ask Questions if you have them 3. Follow me rules and those who are co-GM 4. No meta gaming 5. No God mode ( there could be death ) I'm not sure how to make this look pretty, like headers and other things like that so bear with me for now.