Dinh AaronMk

After The End, A Tale of Rebirth (Based off the Ck2 Mod)

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B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

@Dervish

wot teh hell u fukkin kite ill fukkin rek u swere on me mum u heretic



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Hider

jk luv u

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Obtain degrees in German language and foreign marketing expertise.

BAM! Hire me Ford, I'll sell your shit in Germany until BMW outbids you for my loyalty.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

May have been something we had to retconn, I don't remember so we'll see what the likes of the other old-fags have to say.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Looking through the wiki and apparently the US has control over Cuba? I wasn't aware of that. That gives me some ideas.

@Byrd Man

I didn't think they did.

I remember "Florida" somehow annexed it, then it got independence again, then Brazil invaded half of it because Chinese-loving commies were there.

Nemesis: Star Wars meets Hunt for Red October

Vessel Name:
The Cumberland

Vessel Type:
Freighter

Vessel Class:
Civilian

Armament loadout:
“Anti-Piracy” direct energy laser cannons on front-face and sides.
Two Missile pods

Onboard vehicles:
Utility shuttles, Cockshuttle.

Crew:
180 with an “officer” number of 18

Overview:
The Cumberland is an eighty year-old (Earth years) freighter purchased by Levi Beim off of its original owner, Vashia Miglorkia. Since the transition of ownership the Cumberland has been indicted in a number of contraband smuggling operations by the greater Eosian government. Modifications carried out on the supply transport has fitted it with extra storage compartments as well as an extra set of deterrent weapons to keep government chasers at a safe distance.

With the use of the onboard utility shuttles the captain and crew have also carried out illegal salvage operations, setting out to the scenes of inter-space disaster or former battles to pick from the wreckage the sometimes rare and dangerous components for black-market sale.

Captain:
Levi Beim

M/F:
M

Age:
48

Rank:
Private captain

Bio:
Born in orbit around the back-water planet designated CI-147e, or better known to the first pioneer colonists as Xiin Zhoongguó to the son and daughter of Earth refugees who fled the former heart of Human space during the Vorghul war, Levi Beim was the middle child of four.

His family – when it was on Earth – traced itself as far back as the 18th century as sons and daughters of Scottish and German immigrants who settled the former American Appalachia. Of course, when the threat of alien destruction loomed over-head they took to the stars like so many billions to seek refuge on foreign worlds in an evacuation measure to save as many souls as possible. And like the Beim family's descendants they soon found themselves in a world as mixed as they would have found it in those ancient times.

CI-147e was far from what they had known as Earth. In-fact, it simply wasn't a terrestrial world at all. A gas-giant orbiting its native star at a distance half that of Earth, Levi Beim was born in a large orbital station used to mine gaseous metals from its native planet through the use of radio-controlled drones. The station was cramped to begin with, but the refugee crisis that had brought his parents in made it worse. His child-hood came up in the squalor of the squalored decks of the orbiting space-station among the other refugee families and the long-settled poor of Xiin Zhoongguó. And while English was a primary language across all space, the conditions of the station was not far from what may be described as diverse.

A bright young child from his early days, Levi was quick to learn. Not only the five largely spoken non-English languages on the station (Mandarin, Pashtun, Russian, Vietnamese, and German) but also how to conduct enterprise and how to fight. His growing up on Xiin Zhoongguó marked a period of growth as the colonial management sought to construct additional support for the new population and to relieve the already poor conditions with money granted to them through a program from the oligarchical government, this brought to the station more people to build as well as materials and tools. Levi learned quick the rules of black-market commerce and what is traded between people and tackled not the use, but its sale. In a way, by the time he was ten he was a moderately skilled dope dealer often targeting the stressed and tired crews who labored in the harsh light of the alien sun and the dangerous conditions of working at orbital velocity above the skies of a gaseous giant that as much as its host star emitted itself put out considerable radioactive risk. Working long hours as well in extreme conditions did not bode well for long-term health or sanity and relief was needed.

The construction on the station would close when Levi turned nineteen and his family was moved to replace a tenants quarters in the old station as they moved to the new quarters of the station. This gave the family some much needed space, but also dried up the new markets and the sense of adventure brought by the clamor and the spacecraft that had long loomed outside the station's windows and Levi grew bored.

He'd soon find his respite in the space force, signing up to set out on a frigate in search of glory and honor. Though in police orbit around a terrestrial planet he never found it, but he was recognized for his quick wit and efficient savy all the same allowing him to advance through the ranks as a captain, where as one he discovered the extent of his office and the limits he could test.

While some would have considered him corrupt, to the planet he helped to police sometimes thought of him as a bit of salvation as he helped skirt government restriction on commerce to move contraband, willingly looking a different way for a small price to help people get in and out, or more sensitive materials through government-controlled space on the right spacecraft.

He was adept at what he did, but was bored all the same.

Eventually he would be discovered and given a dishonorable discharge and relieved for duty – or rather banished to – the planet he ordered. For his criminal activity he was not permitted to ever come near another spacecraft or even leave his new home. He also had court-dates as he was on trial for his corruption but the appropriate judges had to be brought in and had yet to fully examine the case and conduct preliminary hearings.

But despite all this, Levi found a way. Not only to slip under the government nose but to purchase a spacecraft all his own and slip out passed them and into inter-space as a freeman, and a rogue criminal.

Having purchased the eighty year-old junker named the Nostraum from an elderly Ukranian-born captain, he renamed his new prize the Cumberland and set out with a rotating crew for an interstellar quest of what he called “enterprise, freedom, and glory”.

He hoped to get all three more than a decade later when he heard of the activity of the Nemesis.

Saying something right out of a song

">YOU GOT BEAT BY /m/!"

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

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The crazy thing is, I got good grades in college. It was actually sort of strange, I was basically self educated after about 11 years old (that's a story of its own) and got a GED when I was 16, but grades was never an issue. I didn't even really have to study much except for math, though even that is partly because math grades hang so heavy on turning in homework.

But I come from poor folk where all my life the people surrounding me saw a college degree as sort of a magical thing. There aren't many college educated people in my family; the few with Bachelors Degrees besides myself mostly got them when they were in their forties, otherwise it's all high-school degrees, trade school certificates, and two year degrees. So where I screwed up wasn't grades, that was easy. It was making some sort of concessions to actually turn the degree into a career. After all, the working class poor folk mythos is that you get a college degree of any sort and shit is taken care of. Of course, I also started college in 2007, so my college career happens to match up with the recession in an ugly way. But all the networking and internship stuff? Didn't think it was pertinent.

@Vilageidiotx

And without trying to sound insulting I don't think a degree in psychology was the best course of action from a market standpoint.

Then again I don't know where I'll be with this slow-ass hopes or claims I'm studying graphic design for advertising when it comes to it. I may still be in the low side of service sector.

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

Why is this thread now the home to every US-centered political debate in the Guild? This is supposed to be a place where everyone can bitch their heart out without being judged or being insulted by anyone else! This is a place where we can be as ugly as we want to be and not feel like shit! I propose we take all the saltiness and we move it over to the ocean where it belongs. Make the Guild great gain.

@Frettzo

There's a world that exists outside of the US?

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

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You fuckers kid me about being old, but I think the nearly ten years I spent between high school and college helped me out a lot. I sure as shit wouldn't have lasted if I went straight from high school like I had intended way back in the summer of 2006.

@Byrd Man

I went in because I had no other plan.

I think looking back I would have rather had more plans presented to me, or I had been more prepared. Really I wish more had happened. But as far as higher education was going everyone in the schools and around me was pushing for immediate college or university enrollment.