[img=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/270/f/c/the_middle_of_nowhere_by_hunterkiller-d5g1h5k.jpg] |Ship Name: USS Leviathan |Ship Class: Leviathan Class Ballistic Submarine |Ship Hull Classification Symbol: SSBN-X |Ship Role: Nuclear Ballistic Strategic Submarine Reconverted in Attack Submarine |Armament: -30 Cruise Missile Tube -10 Torpedo Tubes (8 front, 2 back) -2 SAM |Dimensions: -Length: 774 ft -Beam: 155 ft -Draught: 82 ft |Speed: -Surface: 48 km/h -Submerged: 57 km/h |Crew: -324 |Motto: -Secundo concludit ad omnia finem. (A second end to all things.) |Other: It was designed as to compete with the Soviet Typhoon's title of biggest monster under the sea, obviously the USA needed a bigger, badder, and more destructive monster with 30 MIRV ballistic missile that could destroy all the major cities in China and the USSR all by itself. Even after the end of the cold war it was built and has since then been pointed at as 'The navy trying to have the biggest dick again.' by other branches of the army. It can remain submerged indefinitely and the admirals have used it to submerge the career of those it didn't like but couldn't just throw out of the navy, so you get a crew made of either hyper competent officers that were too ambitious for their own good or crew members that were good at their job, but had personality quirks that simply pissed of their commanding officers. It is notable that this ship was made to survive without contact from the outside world after what would have been the end of the world for years at the time so its facilities are extremely well supplied with amenities other ships wouldn't have as to starve off boredom and madness, so life in this submarine is akin to one in a small village more than it is in the army. Fun fact: The crew spent the last 2 years away from civilization and since the captain himself isn't too keen on the military decorum, this ship is considered a mad house by outside seamen because there is a tendency to see things like the Captain on the bridge wearing nothing but a shirt and underwear while drinking homemade booze in a coffee cup with "#1 World Destroyer" on it. Everyone calls each other by first names and rank is basically only something people pull out when they're tired of pranks or some bullshit or another. |Captain's Name: Francis "Whatever" MacGregor [img=http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/265/b/d/bdaf51c1ef72f24f20ead06004e9caf6-d4ak87a.jpg] +Personality: Kind of a loner that minds his own business, the fact that he was in command made him a captain what really doesn't care about what his crew does as long as it more or less is able to perform its duty. It is also used to only have the order 'Go there and patrol for 9 months' and then never hear from admiralty again, meaning he doesn't work well with others, it's even worst when said 'others' actually order him around. +Bio: Submariner for life, he was competent enough and gained rank with time because in an era where nothing ever happens to a SSBN, he was simply 'Slightly better' than the other choice. His career kind of went downhill when he gained head of his own submarine and his habit of minding his own business which always made him appreciated, transformed his sub in a circus with absolutely no trace of discipline. They couldn't fire him since his crew actually always went through the evaluations, although always barely, but his existence was still shaming the navy. It was one Admiral that had the brilliant idea to promote him as Captain of the Leviathan. It was an early promotion he probably didn't deserve yet and it was a prestigious one, both factor made it so it would take a very long time, if he ever actually could, get promoted again. Plus, the submarine had such ridiculous operation time they would never see him or the other jackasses he would command, before 2 years and then 2 years again and so forth. If the admirals didn't want to see him then fine, he didn't want to see them either. He always used the vagueness of the order 'Patrol the Pacific' to his advantage since no one ever bothered or cared to send something more detailed. Shore leave on a deserted island, hockey game on the ice of the arctic, 'Infiltration training' by going gambling for a night in Thailand or fishing for days on end while the crew worked on their tan. He dreamed of becoming a marine biologist when he was young but joined the navy as an alternative when he found the hard truth that he had no money to study. |Name: Sarah 'Team Mom' Mullins +Rank: Commander +Role: XO [img=http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/128/f/1/Mass_Effect_2___Jeanne_Shepard_by_pic_char.png] +Personality: 'Team Mom' would be like it, she makes up what Francis lacks in people skill and makes sure everyone follows the orders he mutters barely audibly between 2 sips of coffee. Shares a cabin with Francis and is known to also share his bed. Welcoming, positive, always sees the best in people and encourage them to do their best as well. +Bio: How someone like her, actually mentally balanced, without an ego the size of a mountain or an obvious character flaw would have ended on this submarine is anyone's guess, but the truth is when Francis got his promotion he didn't know at first that he would head a circus freak show and thus selected someone that looked competant among the list of proposed seconds. Even today Francis keeps apologizing to her about how he, without knowing it, torpedoed her career by selecting her to join him in his crew of dead end failures. Still, she takes it rather well, 'The navy was getting boring anyways' she says. |Name: Joshua "The Man" Chrysler +Rank: Lieutenant +Role: Main Pilot [img=http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/294/4/3/play_some_tune_by_melna-d6ra7hm.jpg] +Personality: He's the definition of sleazy and in general is simply only looking for entertainment and to make money, still, he's very friendly and kind of a people's person. +Bio: The guy on the ship that always had a good ounce of pot to sell to the crew but that could never be caught even if every one knew it was him, his record being too damn good to fire him for whatever other reason. He was thus transferred on the Leviathan where Francis found that Josh was really good for disarming fights and creating a nice environment for people to be in while still keeping control of the hundreds of crewmen. He has a nice little 'Magical Garden' in about 4 shoe boxes to supply himself and others with 'The good Stuff', Francis turns a blind eye on this and calls it a 'Necessary Evil' to keep the crew calm and help them relax. |Name: Erika 'System Admin' Sutherland +Rank: Lieutenant +Role: Navy intelligence analyst. [img=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/067/9/a/Librarian_by_oranges_lemons.jpg] +Personality: Ridiculously self confident and with an ego the submarine in all its size can barely contain, she is a nerd to the core and speeds all days in her cabin geeking on video games since the time she actually had anything to do relating to her work other than to send a schedule to Francis about when it's ok to surface the ship without being observed by satellites must total to less than 6 hours. +Bio: A brilliant analyst that could break any code, she was a miracle by herself and rose rank through Navy intelligence at ridiculous speed, what caused her downfall was the fact that she never stopped bragging about her own greatness and about how it was only a matter of time until she became head of Intelligence. The current Head of intelligence didn't like that and thus declared that Erika needed some 'Field Experience'. While Erika found this annoying she didn't think much of it at first, until she arrived on the submarine and Francis told her bluntly the truth: The Leviathan is a dead end, your career stops the moment you enter it because nothing ever happens and you are there for a very, very long time. Enjoy spending 2 years without seeing the sunlight. This had the effect of a cold shower and anger slowly made place to resignation, her perfect manners, schedule, dressing and her idea of always looking for a challenge slowly eroding. There was no challenge to be had and whatever effort she putted on being above the slobs on this ship served no purpose, she had fucked up.