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The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Zoe Theseum

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Before Zoe could manage any further awkward hello's the other crew called to the meeting arrived. A familiar face in Q-T; as the head of exploratory botanical research she'd ventured out with the EVA crew a few times during their travels, and if anyone from her sector saw them most, it would be Zoe. She fought an urge to give her a smile and wave. Q-T was a nice girl.

Then there was the engineer. Miss King. An unfamiliar face, as Zoe didn't often mingle with that crowd by chance. She knew the face of the department head though, and this wasn't it. Regardless the woman had an air about her that Zoe wouldn't deny.

As she began to speak her part, Zoe set the bot on her shoulder to record. Wanting to again catch every detail. While normally she'd be fidgeting and unravelling at the shower comment, this was business; and there she could function.

Her expressions were hardly perceptible, a squint here and a frown there at the mounting news. Much like her sector, things could be worse, but they could also be better. Aside from programming new routines into her drones and maintaining her legs, she wasn't particularly handy with machines. Hearing that the ship wouldn't take off on it's own was disconcerting to say the least. Options were presented, but they all meant the same thing; they're going to be here a while.

Once Q-T finished her report and attention shifted, Zoe took just a moment to collect herself, interacting with the small screen on her drone for just a moment.

"Well, no surprises here but we're in roughly the same condition. Things aren't apocalyptic, but there's damage. In terms of crew we haven't lost anyone, thankfully. A few injured but not so many that we can't pitch in if needed. Some of our equipment took a hit, so we have an engineer coming to take a look, but as you can guess they're quite busy right now.

Some seed storage was compromised, but not so much that planting is a problem. Our on-board ecosystem will take some time to recover, but as you know these are plants selected and cultivated for space travel, they are hardy. The biggest issue is water, with some pumps and pipes breaking we had to shut it off in that area of the ship. We're borrowing from others so keeping our own grown food supply going isn't a problem. That being said without soil samples I can't say whether or not we can expand for an extended stay without making some sacrifices in bio-diversity here.

To give you a more long term projection, we'll need to study the local air, water and soil. Simply put we just need data, and time..."

She withdrew the external drive from the approximate area a stinger might be, and presented it to the captain.

"The data my drones have been collecting."

Some part of her was fighting to not feel useless. She knew the value of her job, and she'd never besmirch it; but standing next to people who could actually figure out how to fix the biggest problem made her feel a touch small. That and her captain's reprimand was having time to seep in. Zoe hoped no one noticed she was getting a little warm under the collar. Blushy pale complexion be damned.

This feeling mixed with a bit of guilt, stemming from a bit of excitement. Getting to venture out and collect the samples she mentioned passed her mind, in addition to seeing what new kind of flora could be waiting outside these walls. This wasn't a field trip, but landing on a new planet always felt like one.

She pinched her arm behind her back a little.

Scorched Earth

I'm finally getting around to making a proper image for Loretta. I'm trying to go far less anime than I usually do but if it comes through I hope that's alright lmao

Scorched Earth

Made my first post!

I know it's a little scant but I don't much take my girl for a social butterfly. I'll contribute more heartily as we get rolling.

That being said; if anyone wants to interact with her please do!

If we want to talk about per-established relationships I'm open to ret-conning some stuff in.

Scorched Earth

The ship swarmed like a hive; soldiers of all stripes maneuvering around each other in haste. Like a flight of bees, they moved with purpose and order, despite a sense of chaos and tension. Most people now on their feet, getting into rank and file, checking over equipment, fiddling nervously.

Still sitting, moving with the slowness of someone who either didn't care or was sure of the result, a woman nearly all in white prepared for her part.

She didn't like to switch from her air tank to her battle-mask any earlier than she needed to. It wasn't as comfortable, but what about battle ever is? Once her device was discarded and set aside, and her new way of breathing in place, she flexed her hands. A pale turquoise light shone around her legs, forming from thin air. First seeming like vapor, then gaining an edge and mass like hardened glass, a set of greaves clad her. She shifted her weight onto the pommel of her sword, and hoisted herself up.

Taking a moment to settle back onto her bones, Loretta Voltylun moved in measured steps towards her group.

A lot of famous names and faces here. Though that is to be expected when partaking in the world's last lines of defence.

The spectres, always the odd ones out. A grimly quiet bunch. She regarded them in passing with a clinical eye.

While they aren't often met with much familiarity from the knights or battlemages, she felt some connection with them. Had her magic powers not awakened, she wonders if she'd be in their ranks instead.

The battlemages; lesser in numbers than the knights, as always. Even here she feels a touch out of place. She stands beside another odd one out; more so than herself. Mr. Drunoda. A turncoat from a noble family. She wasn't much sure of his personality, nor her ability to trust him, but that was all the more reason to stay close in her eyes. She offered him nothing but a polite nod as she sunk into the group. His abilities might match well with hers, or against. So he'll be one to watch out for.

Across were the knights. The ever proud and noble knights. She regarded them, shiny and sharp, mottled and blunted. Heroes all the way through. She hears one of her ilk call them boy-scouts, and lets the tiniest sliver of a smile form under her mask. An old standby, but always fun.

Finally her eyes settle on THE knight. Roland Leonis. An old man in a young man's game; something worthy to respect and fear.

She's had her run-ins with him before. She's decided she likes the man, though she can't place when. If any knights is going to tell her what to do, he'll have the easiest time of it.

The air seems to vibrate with the energy inside and out the aircraft. Like the thumping of a drum, or a beating heart. Their turn is coming.

Her turn is coming.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Zoe Theseum

@Kumbaris

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"We'll have to shut off the water for this area."

A wave of groans passed over the huddle of crew; sheltered in together in a sea of mess. It wasn't an entirely surprising diagnosis, but it meant the inconveniences they feared were soon a reality. Worse yet: It could spell for a bigger problem.

The area was an abstract painting of soil, broken glass and cold water high enough to make anyone regret wearing slippers. While many people such as lab technicians, sanitary workers, horticulturists and gardeners busied themselves with things such as setting desks upright, piling bags of fertilizer, cleaning glass and collecting uprooted specimen, some of the department heads were surrounding one corporal Bridge as he spoke.

"Is it a threat to the ship's water supply?" Asked a calm and concerned voice. One belonging to Dr. Andiya Zahib; chief of Onboard Agriculture. A dark skinned woman born and raised on good old mother earth. She always smelt like tea; what kind Zoe could never place.

"Luckily not. The only parts that need to be patched up are some pipes and a pump or two; which is the worst of it here. The water features here and here are the ones that..." The middle aged man from the engineering department went on and on, detailing where the impact bent features enough to build pressure; and which pumps couldn't handle it. Zoe watched him like a hawk, one of her drones on her shoulder making a recording of it all for later, her eyes unblinking as she took it in.

They'd have to set up temporary rubber pipes connecting all the way from another sector; far enough that it isn't within the radius of shut off valves. Zoe was stopped in the middle of a wide, clinically-cold corridor taking a long enough breather to wipe the sweat from her brow, when her communicator went off. She sucked at her teeth after reading the summons and sighed, slinging the heavy rubber tube back over her shoulder. The pair of robotic bees carrying another beside her hovered a pace behind. All the way mutterings peppered the air.

"I've hardly ever spoken with the captain and I'm going to show up either late or covered in dirt...sweaty...."

After dropping off her share of the pipes and delegating the storage of some seed banks, she was throwing a coat over her arms and dictating an informal report to the one B-Bot she'd be bringing with her. All the while applying deodorant and ineffectually cleaning her person. The undeterred and quick clomping of her prosthetics echoing ever towards her superiors quarters.

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"Just take a deep breath. She isn't expecting you to smell like roses...Unless she is, because we're one of the botanists. No that's silly. And the boss isn't silly. Not entirely. I mean she likes to make jokes, especially about her young looks. But calling her silly doesn't seem fair. WE'RE the one being silly. We're standing in front of her door panicking. She's just your boss, she just wants information, you aren't interviewing. You've already gotten the gig. Why are we still doing this? Holy shit woman open the door. No! Knock first. Were you raised in barn?"

Zoe's thoughts sputtered in staccato. Her train of thought zig-zagging with the days ordeals. Of course it was just the beginning, but that was a thought to let fester later.

With a solid few raps on the door, she promptly entered.

"Ma'am. Zoe Theseum reporting."

She let her eyes scan the room, in a manner she hoped wasn't too obvious. It would be reasonable to assume all she was looking for were other crew members, but something about seeing the captains quarters was itself exciting; even considering the fact they're possibly stranded on an alien planet.

At the moment, it was just her and the captain.

She wasn't sure if that made it more or less scary.

UNDERYNTH: The Light Below

Ah I figured as much.

A shame, but it happens lol

UNDERYNTH: The Light Below

Is this still alive?

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Commonwealth of Humanity Citizen Database: Zoe Theseum

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Zoe J. Theseum

"I'm a doctor! Oh. Medical, right. No I do flowers."

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Name: Zoe Juniper Theseum

Age: 28

Gender Identity: Female

Married/ Unmarried: Unmarried

Occupation: Ship Botanist; Head of exploratory study.

Place of Residence: The Thucydides (Current), Orbital Terra-forming Colony (Arcturus Region) "Seed Pod"

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Appearance: Zoe is a person who could be described as mousy at a glance. She has a thin and relatively short build that is far from imposing, along with features that tell the story of a curious but careful person. Her eyes are big and round, her nose small and her lips thin. She has a spray of freckles across her nose, and a head of long unkempt rusty hair. She is pale and often a little harried in appearance; her big spectacles giving her a slight "mad scientist" tint. Her slender hands are pock-marked with faint thin scars; a map of many little accidents. More fresh cuts across her figure are covered with brightly colored band-aids. Often she is wearing clothes that are warm and comfortable, or that are appropriate for her line of work. Dirt stained and smelling of the earth.

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History: Growing up on a colony off of earth, has given Zoe some different measures of whats valuable. Around her people like botanists or civil engineers were the heroes of the people. While humanity has passed the harrowing first days of living off their home planet, the reaches of space are not meant to accommodate them. Life is good there of course, as it is across all of humanity, but the giants who's shoulders it is built from, are the people she's idolized her whole life. With a near single-minded fervor she managed to make it through school with only one year longer than planned. She was able to scoop up work quickly in continuing the Terra-forming process in the nearing planets frontier-land. Despite the accident that would occur during it, it would not deter her from what she wanted to do. However what she really took away from the experience was how much work she was able to do from her desk regardless. As she recovered from her cybernetic surgery, she had a real chance to evaluate how her time was spent, and what she wanted to do with it. She decided that being behind a desk all day was terribly boring. The perfect mix of exploration and maintaining something familiar would come when offered a position on a short-circuit transport vessel; carrying germination samples and new crop-types to a planet establishing colonies across it's moons. When the trip was over, she was thirsting for more, and given a good word by her employer. This is how she would get the chance to work on a large class ship.

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Cybernetic/ Genetic Enhancements: After an accident during a preliminary outing during her studies in exploratory Floriculture, she lost function in her legs, due to becoming trapped under a boulder for some time. By the time she was rescued and transported to a proper medical facility, reclamation of her legs was not an option. Due to this she has been fitted with cybernetic legs that begin around the thigh area. The current models she use are sturdy and meant for work; they allow for ease of movement and have some features one might call convenient for exploring alien terrain. One such feature being extensive shock absorbers; allowing for her to fall from great heights, if she can land on her feet.

She also has a neural link chip in her brain, and matching implants in her fingers to help her interface with applicable electronics.

As for genetic enhancements, her parents opted to gear her for harsher scenarios, as they were workers in the planet-side Terra-forming project. Her eyes are made to see in the dark easier, and are therefore reflective/have a glow to them. She also has an automatically adjusting metabolism that makes it easier for her to retain the right amount of fat, even when times are more lean. A feature that has not seen much use, in these idyllic times.

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Skills: With a doctorate in botany with a focus on floriculture, spermology and pomology (study of flowers, seeds and fruit-bearing plants) she is well suited for exploratory research as well as Terra-forming. She has an almanac of constantly updating information on many types of plants galaxy-wide. Her interests and skills have made her a good choice for scavenging.

Zoe has taken a very strong shining to the false pollinator method of maintaining a small Eco-system. This has lead to her love and specialized use of "Bee Drones" that assist in her upkeep of the onboard greenrooms and simulated green-areas. With the neural link she has with the drones, she's able to set them on a laundry list of automated processes. She can also apply live control, for more specific uses. Such as moving heavier objects and reaching places she can't herself. Or doing one action many times over in one moment (such as watering flowers and so on)

Aside from her schooling Zoe has also practised in general survival skills and classic crafts such as wood-whittling and trap making. This has largely been a hobby but whenever Zoe has had the chance to unwind, it's often been camping. In her eyes it's like doing the part of the job she loves with 99% less possible danger.

Finally Zoe has an extremely strong work ethic/sense of pride. She feels she NEEDS to be useful, and will therefore apply herself wholly to a task given to her. She isn't always good at the things she needs to get done, but she will absolutely put the hours in to become of use.

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The contrast or pair with some of her weaknesses.

Where she is good at taking in new pieces of information and committing them to memory, she can have trouble getting lost in that minutia, and will lose focus of the greater picture. When she thinks of something as the truth, it can be hard to convince her otherwise. Unless you have undeniable evidence she'll often stick to her preconceived notions; especially when they were shown to her by one she trusts.

While Zoe has practice in exploratory research and fending for herself, she is often used to working in that way; alone. It's not that she isn't a team player, but when it comes down to it she can becomes frustrated matching herself to the pace of others. She is fairly patient, but will get competitive or disheartened when she can't meld well with a team. Therefore she prefers to defer to the role she is given, or self govern completely. She isn't the leader type, and prefers to put her head down and get to work.

Her pride and need to please can lead to her putting her energy and time in the wrong place, or even going too far. Part of her sense of self worth is tied to the work she can do, which can lead to her becoming hurt or otherwise disheartened when she isn't meeting her own esoteric criteria.

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Reason for joining the crew of the Thucydides: Exploratory botany was her second option after aiding in the Terra-forming process. Her parents urged for her to explore her options, and seeing the stars seemed like a fantastic experience. She's been onboard for some time now, and thinks of it as home.

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Miscellaneous Facts: She isn't a tech wizard by any means, but she knows enough about her Bee-Bots to maintain them well enough.

She has a lot of general interests in the natural world, having a gem collection and a deep love of birds and similar creatures. Despite this she isn't very good of taking care of anything alive aside from plants. She jokes that if technology didn't make things as convenient as they are now, she would have never made it through university alive.

She has a rapturous love of pickles. Has startled a few people with her glowing eyes by eating from the jar in the middle of the night.

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The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Zoe Theseum

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Clack, clack, clack

The sound of light metal flicking open repeatedly in the quiet office. A single person sitting in the cold space.

Clack, clack, clack.

Zoe sat curled up in the mildly uncomfortable chair, a ball of nerves. She wasn't quite sure why takeoff always made her anxious; it didn't make sense by any means. She was raised on a colony; the idea of space was home to her. She trusted space travel as much as she trusted the ground beneath her feet. She had done it a million times throughout her life, and she'd do it many more in the future. But leaving for a long mission always put her in this state.

Clack, clack, clack.

The lighter was a memento from her father. Something he handed down to her when they went camping. He still has a matching one now, but it's got less character Zoe thinks.

As she flicks it open and closed, she wonders about why this is the habit, rather than actually lighting the thing.

Aside from using up it's fuel, she still has the habit of not lighting fires onboard any ship. She remembers learning in history class about how nothing that produced fire was ever allowed aboard the ships of old. How even pencils needed to be replaced with zero gravity designed pens, because the graphite that came loose could clog filters and cause problems. Spooked her right good.

She took a deep breath and stopped fidgeting with it.

"No need to worry. Worrying can just manifest troubles. If we don't worry, we're less likely to experience anything bad!"

As if on cue the ship shuddered like a cave ready to collapse, and a deep rumbling passed through the floor.

She stopped dead in her tracks; standing now. Hands planted on the tabled edge.

"I didn't..."

Then the room began to pitch, and the sirens turned on. Blaring the orders for safety. Her captain's voice telling her only enough to know something very not right is happening.

It took her only a moment of processing to start running towards her bunk. Through garden 3, past the fruit trees and fungi; then suddenly the ship went wrong-ways. Tumbling into the loam, she let out a shuddering "haaah" sound as the crew on helm got the thrusters under control. The ship of course, was still heading downwards; because there was now a downwards. The forces of gravity once again conspiring against the whims of people.

When the thick metal exterior of the Thucydides struck the surface like a red spearhead, Zoe was just getting into her room, launched off her feet by the impact and against the wall next to her bed. When things settled she had her back on the floor, a leg in the air and one on her pillow. She sat still long enough for a blessed silence to settle in, then blew some hair from her face.

"And that's why we stay calm."

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After recollecting herself, Zoe marched back to the office; a few new colorful band-aids plastered on her. Ready to meet up with the other botanists, landscapers and caretakers of the ships green features. She took stock, took orders, and took no breaks getting some things back into order. Grow beds spilled halfway across the hall, plants uprooted, seed banks compromised, water supplies leaking. It was going to be a long day.

Her B-Bots were on survey duty at first, then collection duty next. Consolidating mess to be better cleaned. Making automated logs and reports to save on time. Zoe had heard that this planet had breathable air. That was good; that meant life. Life could make this easier. Even as she became entrenched in her work; she wondered.

What would she get to see out there?