[center] [color=gray]0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000[/color] [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9c2182b1-ccb7-4d8b-8e5e-b87e71ecce8a/d4ai12d-3c359978-6027-4222-aa45-352dc02988a2.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzljMjE4MmIxLWNjYjctNGQ4Yi04ZTVlLWI4N2U3MWVjY2U4YVwvZDRhaTEyZC0zYzM1OTk3OC02MDI3LTQyMjItYWE0NS0zNTJkYzAyOTg4YTIuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.TfymLbjG493wxJnF4-657pdyF2qmpyKtgM4WbLFmz4Y[/img] [color=gray]000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000[/color] [color=greenyellow][i]Man, space.I remember how hyped everyone was when we started to settled on mars. There was this big celeberation, this whole nine yards. We were going to be astronauts, everyone of us, given time. We all argued over what it would be like. A star trek frontier of unified effort? A wild west of action and free market? A rapid discovering of new identies? Well, welcome to the dream, newbie. We were all so caught up in our own little political world, all fondling the balls of either big goverment or big corps that we didn't even realize what happened until it happened. Space seperated us, herded us, made us into easily managible chunks. Big goverment, big corps? I can't tell which one is which anymore, honestly your life is the same under either. You're a tiny ship with a tiny crew trapped under a massive organisation with a lot more guns,resources and TOTAL control over communications. You think your transmission is going to make it through the authorities beacon blockers, even if the message made it you'll be waiting days for the message to arrive and weeks for anyone to help you. No revolution. No fight. No big vote or downward spiral. Hell, even the bandits and pirates have got to play by the rules, they only operate because they give a split of their loot to a competing authority. You got the letter? Yeah, well, too bad you blew your cushy planet bound life for this. It's all properganda "cordially invited to explore the stars" cordially invited to get fucked more like.[/i][/color] [hider=ZELTA CREW 001] Captain: Supposedly has authority but got to work under the overseer and AI most of the time. Naturally if either of your direct superiors fuck up only you will be punished. The bridge between the crew and the authority. Engineer: In charge of making sure the ship don't explode. Gets requested to do stupid or insane stuff half the time. Unsurprisingly has lower records of survivial than military units. Security: Soft Coded mutated, augmented monsters. Typically a trusted or aspiring member of the inner authority special club. a "part of the crew" that is until he crushes their skulls with his bare hands for not following the latest authority order. Medical: In charge of making sure the crew dosen't die. Get's fined for "waste of resources" when a crew member dies, also gets fined for waste of resources for using resources to save crew members. A good way to make sure you don't have to actually pay your skilled medical staff. Janitoral: Janitors are mandatory but low enough in rank for no one to really care about 'em. They have a tendency to be spys..revolutionaries...mutants...generally crazy shit. It dosen't help that if a janitor isn't something nuts he'll be mutated somehow into one via exposure to hazardous material. AI: Follows direct commands from the authority. Also confers constantly with the overseer. Total sociopaths, they'll have any feelings that permitted by their current laws or objectives. One moment they can love you like a mother, next they can start terminating you coldly becaus the crew have been deemed too suspect. Direct Overseer: Inner party member of the authority. Know he can fuck your life up forever, most do. They have total legal authority on any ship and the A.I generally follows their lead-unless it conflcits with laws or orders-nothing like being forced to pay a 99999 dollar fine with no trial because you told the overseer to go fuck himself. Citizen: No idea how these guys get on board. Sometimes they are being transported, sometimes they are VIP workers for the authority. Sometimes funny enough they pay to go on a geniune space adventure. Military: Lightly augmented humans who acts as the actual crew right arm. They aren't as heavily augmented or powerful as the security guard but they make up for it with training and armory access. Typically pirates, bandits, prisoners ectr ectr who got roped via debt or threatened imprisonment. In the event all of zelta crew dies a new crew will be assembled with the next number up in name over and over unil the dying ceases. [/hider] [hider=The Crunch] Your survival is brudgingly dependent on one another. The events can be anything from the security guard going nuts, to the A.I gaining free will, to the corpses you were ordered to pick up from a salvage all suddenly waking up and trying to eat the crew. ZELTA CREW-that will be us- are in charge with Null Sector 4. A null sector is a place in space that is claimed and guarded by beacon blockers and star patrols at the border but the actual inside of it is still being explored, mostly because it has a very high track record of killing almost everybody that enters it. The nature of what your asked to do will change periodically. When you are not on a mission you will be living together and dealing with more personal and general ship events. Here your roles will have a bigger play on things and each role may get events-PM'ed- to them that will effect things. EG: the overseer might find his favorite suit been taken or the military may find a strangers corpse sitting the halls. The crew will ge to vote on the type of ship, their initial route and what kind of equipment they want on board. This means that in one case the crew might vote to have a prison on their ship while another an extended armory. You guys will have a limited number of stuff you can vote to put onto your ship. This also goes for certain equipment. Other specific crew roles will have their own options for their own personal equipment and some will have none [/hider] [/center] So, that's it. I came up with this after playing Void Bastards. I'd like posting to be relatively quick, I don't want us on the same scene by the end of the week but I think demanding deadlines put people off. So, I'm going to play it by ear. I will periodically nudge you to post but I'm not going to have a set deadline in stone. It's very realistic that not only you may die, but you will fuck up and cause a chain of events that will kill the whole crew. Don't worry, you all will be allowed to roll up new crew members. 2 paragraphs standard but lenience will be shown on occasion.