BigPapaBelial

The Prophecy of Ash (A Dark Souls RP) ~Re-Boot?~

@Dark Cloud@rocketrobie2

Hi, uh don't know a darn thing about DnD DarkSouls...

Still willing to try.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Gotcha okay. My idea may or may not work then.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Question: what kind of hibernation pods are we using Here?

Interstellar-type, the long sleep kind with drugs and a cool fluid to slow body functions.

Full cold type, like fallout where they literally froze the victim in a controlled manner to facilitate hibernation leaving only the base bodily functions working.

Disconnected Consciousness type, this again is shown kind of in fall out three where the body is fed and cared for electronically while the consciousness is placed in a construct. Time passed normally but the consciousness is aware of only the construct that helps pass the time.

Generation ship type, a monitored pod with a chemically induced coma on the client. The pod tending to physical care, recycling and the like. A skeleton crew of medical personnel would switch out every few years to watch the crew during transit. A version this is used in mass effect Andromeda.

There are other types but these are all that come to mind right now and I have an idea for a ship flaw. Just want to know which one I can use.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Question:

Will we be following a post order? Just want to make sure. Because I'm geting that "post" itch but don't wanna go over someone.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@Expendable

Howfur dare ye laddie. Ye dinnae uise a prepackaged haggis. Yi''ll need tae mak' that meaty bas fae scratch by haun! tinned indeed.

Hehe only the best fresh made for the crew

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@Milkman

Done and done.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Will we be inflicted with kilts and bagpipes?
Will there be haggis?
Will there be whiskey?

We can only wait and see.

@Expendable

@Milkman

Lemee go find the Haggis speech, and maybe it will happen.

EDIT: I'm also going to need to make a few additions to my character sheet because this is gold

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@PerfectThought@Milkman

Feckin A then. Your wish is my continued joy.

*evil Scottish cackle*

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

I do apologize folks. I was a third through my post when I just decided "feck it I'm going full Scots" and broke out Scotranslate.

Actually no I don't apologize this is going to be great. If the Scots gets to hard let me know. I'll try and make it easier.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Doc Dar

"Crew to the bridge for a meeting."

That had been the request earlier. Darien had done as asked. Heading up to the bridge and parking himself at a window. He looked out and sighed, "Taxore." He said simply and as they waited for the briefing to begin he peered out the window, "Polux Base...workers revolt" He muttered as they passed over some mountains on the surface. After abit he rumbled, "And there's Tank Town 1918...Hostile take over..." He shook his head sadly. And a little while later, down below the irregular form of a Hive city can be seen on the surface, "Hive City Vorkun...Corp Inflitration." He spat to the side, then stomped on the wet spot on the deck and scrapped it clean with his boot, "Some auld lang syne ought tae bade bottled up."

He gave a sniff and turned in time to hear the beginning of the briefing. He really didn't want to look down at the planet that he'd been on a few times doing Corp dirty work. He crossed his arms and listened carefully. So the Captain had found them another job. Praise any deity who wants to listen. But then the other shoe drops. He blinks, and clears his throat, "Captain..." His slight scottish accent in evidence, "Captain, urr ye saying that oor contractor is aff tae be a gang leader sur? 'n' yin that seems tae be fairly weel-kent if he's git a moniker even?" He clears his throat, "Juist wanting tae mak' sure ah heard ye richt." He doesn't sound to be naysaying or anything, but sounds cautious. "We didnae gie muckle mynd tae gangs 'n' th' lik' back in th' asf, juist odd trying tae wrap mah heid aroond workin' wi' thaim." He shrugs, "Bit na maiter whilk wey ye cannae git rid o' me. Sae a'm in lik' Flynn."

The older feline nods then gives a shrug, all good to go either way.