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.
Name: ( Won’t be able to remember )
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Time Served With Crew:
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. I also changed the name from the Interest forum
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.
Name: ( Won’t be able to remember )
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Time Served With Crew:
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. I also changed the name from the Interest forum