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STATUS: To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind. 11 yrs ago
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
Most Recent Posts
"Well you should be, because if you push past me again, I'll see to it that you never set another foot off of that ship." -@Kalas
"I wear this armour not for show, Mez. Remove the medical officer and no one will be getting off her alive. Not even Hundred."
What an arrogant prick! Just because he was mostly machine meant that he could order other people around? The nerve! Simon restrained his growing anger; besides, no one could see his face behind the faceplate anyway. Now he knew why Visipians were among the most hated race in the galaxy. They were a bunch of arrogant twats!
Still, Mez did have a point; he didn't want to be left behind, not while he had unfinished business on this ship. That was a certainty. While some of the crew may not return alive, he most certainly was.
Oh yes. Simon Brewer was going to live.
He hoped.
The words were still clear as day. He'd made a promise, both to Johnson and himself. Behind the faceplate he gritted his teeth. The anger and frustration would take a back seat for now. He had a job to do, and his life depended on it.
For the company.
For Johnson.
For himself.
"I wear this armour not for show, Mez. Remove the medical officer and no one will be getting off her alive. Not even Hundred."
What an arrogant prick! Just because he was mostly machine meant that he could order other people around? The nerve! Simon restrained his growing anger; besides, no one could see his face behind the faceplate anyway. Now he knew why Visipians were among the most hated race in the galaxy. They were a bunch of arrogant twats!
Still, Mez did have a point; he didn't want to be left behind, not while he had unfinished business on this ship. That was a certainty. While some of the crew may not return alive, he most certainly was.
Oh yes. Simon Brewer was going to live.
He hoped.
"Dr. Brewer, why have you come to me with this report? It doesn't even concern you."
"It does, Director. I've been waiting a long time to get onto that ship. Years, in fact."
"Well that doesn't change the fact that you're still an integral part of our research staff, Dr Brewer. You're essential to the corporation's work here on Titan."
"I know, director, which is why I have a proposition."
"…do tell, doctor."
"Well our wing has just launched their newest prototype for the latest line of reactive armour plating, but with the relative peace in our sector there hasn't been enough live testing grounds to assure quality in our product."
"Go on."
"You know of my credentials in this company, director. I'm the only field tester you have."
"And a very good one, doctor. Which is why you're so valuable to us; until we can find more to serve along with you, we're putting you on hold."
"But -"
"No buts, Dr Brewer. You're staying here."
"Director…I have other reasons. You know that covert research project I'm on?"
"Yes?"
"Well I believe the Lone Star holds the key to finishing my paper. It's in there, somewhere in that space hulk. I have to find it. You know how much this means to me."
"Mmm…Simon, as a friend, I do know how much this means to you."
"Then all the more reason you should let me go! I already read the summons: there's a full team assembled already, they just need a medical officer to tie everyone together! That's all the reason for me to go! I get to finish my thesis and research paper, and PharmCo gets its first rigorous stress test for its new armour. Win win!"
"Simon -"
"And after this I'll be out of your hair. I'll go back to R&D and continue stress testing our product line as I always have. No more problems."
"<exasperated sigh> Alright Simon, you can go, but on one condition: keep this secret. Only send your updates to me and no one else. Otherwise, I'll have you geared up with the best we can offer. The Amsad, the LASC, your patented FSFA and enough medical supplies to last you a while. And a printer for your ammunition. You'll need it."
"Thank you, Director Johnson. Thank you. I promise I'll be back safe."
"I hope so, Simon. Best of luck, and maybe when you return I'll break open that bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy to celebrate."
"It does, Director. I've been waiting a long time to get onto that ship. Years, in fact."
"Well that doesn't change the fact that you're still an integral part of our research staff, Dr Brewer. You're essential to the corporation's work here on Titan."
"I know, director, which is why I have a proposition."
"…do tell, doctor."
"Well our wing has just launched their newest prototype for the latest line of reactive armour plating, but with the relative peace in our sector there hasn't been enough live testing grounds to assure quality in our product."
"Go on."
"You know of my credentials in this company, director. I'm the only field tester you have."
"And a very good one, doctor. Which is why you're so valuable to us; until we can find more to serve along with you, we're putting you on hold."
"But -"
"No buts, Dr Brewer. You're staying here."
"Director…I have other reasons. You know that covert research project I'm on?"
"Yes?"
"Well I believe the Lone Star holds the key to finishing my paper. It's in there, somewhere in that space hulk. I have to find it. You know how much this means to me."
"Mmm…Simon, as a friend, I do know how much this means to you."
"Then all the more reason you should let me go! I already read the summons: there's a full team assembled already, they just need a medical officer to tie everyone together! That's all the reason for me to go! I get to finish my thesis and research paper, and PharmCo gets its first rigorous stress test for its new armour. Win win!"
"Simon -"
"And after this I'll be out of your hair. I'll go back to R&D and continue stress testing our product line as I always have. No more problems."
"<exasperated sigh> Alright Simon, you can go, but on one condition: keep this secret. Only send your updates to me and no one else. Otherwise, I'll have you geared up with the best we can offer. The Amsad, the LASC, your patented FSFA and enough medical supplies to last you a while. And a printer for your ammunition. You'll need it."
"Thank you, Director Johnson. Thank you. I promise I'll be back safe."
"I hope so, Simon. Best of luck, and maybe when you return I'll break open that bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy to celebrate."
The words were still clear as day. He'd made a promise, both to Johnson and himself. Behind the faceplate he gritted his teeth. The anger and frustration would take a back seat for now. He had a job to do, and his life depended on it.
For the company.
For Johnson.
For himself.
You forgot the past where Simon writes a book on the 12-step plan to overcoming xenophobia. XD
"Other Races and You: A 12-Step Guide to Overcoming Your Fear of the Unknown!"
IN STORES SOON
<end blurb>
"Other Races and You: A 12-Step Guide to Overcoming Your Fear of the Unknown!"
IN STORES SOON
<end blurb>
Well working with Mez would be interesting. As would be interacting with him.
@Kalas None taken.
@SimplyJohn I actually meant the shuttle's airlock. Not the Star's.
Oh, also, assume that Simon is now following the party after his armour faceplate thing. It'll give the others a chance to post and catch up.
Well if no one's going to take charge I will.
"T minus one minute and closing!"
That was the last thing that escaped Simon's mouth before several tons of space-grade steel plowed straight into the Star's hull. The screech was ear splitting, but after all was done, the umbilical was locked firmly in place by the magnetic clamps. Felix had done his job, now it was time for them to do theirs. Simon stood, unclipped a slightly bent piece of plas-steel from his chest plate and bolted it into place on the back of his neck guard. The folded piece of equipment powered up and unfolded with a rhythmic whirring and clicking, extending itself up over his head and around his ears, the helmet slowly forming itself in place. The last thing to form itself was the faceplate, which he left up while he excited the cockpit, not without giving Felix a pat on the shoulder.
"Good job Felix, thank you. We'll take it from here, you busy yourself with getting out of the way of those rocks."
Without waiting for anyone else he booked it from the cockpit, grabbing his rifle from the bench as he strode towards the shuttle's airlock. He pushed his way ("excuse me sorry") past the Visipian, Mez, and tapped the airlock control. He turned back to the remaining crew still within the ship, a grimace on his face.
"Colleagues, we have to leave, now."
He nodded his head and his faceplate slid down and snapped into place, the viewports of the stark white helmet lighting up in a crimson red cross.
"Otherwise we all perish."
That was the last thing that escaped Simon's mouth before several tons of space-grade steel plowed straight into the Star's hull. The screech was ear splitting, but after all was done, the umbilical was locked firmly in place by the magnetic clamps. Felix had done his job, now it was time for them to do theirs. Simon stood, unclipped a slightly bent piece of plas-steel from his chest plate and bolted it into place on the back of his neck guard. The folded piece of equipment powered up and unfolded with a rhythmic whirring and clicking, extending itself up over his head and around his ears, the helmet slowly forming itself in place. The last thing to form itself was the faceplate, which he left up while he excited the cockpit, not without giving Felix a pat on the shoulder.
"Good job Felix, thank you. We'll take it from here, you busy yourself with getting out of the way of those rocks."
Without waiting for anyone else he booked it from the cockpit, grabbing his rifle from the bench as he strode towards the shuttle's airlock. He pushed his way ("excuse me sorry") past the Visipian, Mez, and tapped the airlock control. He turned back to the remaining crew still within the ship, a grimace on his face.
"Colleagues, we have to leave, now."
He nodded his head and his faceplate slid down and snapped into place, the viewports of the stark white helmet lighting up in a crimson red cross.
"Otherwise we all perish."
All we're waiting for now is Simply to post again, I think.
And speak of the devil. XD
And speak of the devil. XD
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