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A Stellar Tomb

Got some great character sheets in already! I am getting excited about where this is going!

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Signalis mentioned
Signalis mentioned

Unfortunately this means i can't make a combat engineer looking for her wife. shit.

i am interested tho..!

@Zoey Boey

Signalis was my major inspiration since I love the game incredibly deeply (and why I allowed android characters). Expect references and music!

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Rylond Marais

Rylond

Sometimes, to realize what is right, you have to do something bad

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Rylond Marais

Age
40

Gender
Male

Company
Vira-Legat Bioengineering

Personality
One thing that can be said about Rylond is that he is a driven individual who cares about his family. Even at times, he does not show it and is one that can act friendly and be nice to people. But, during his time at Vira-Legat Bioengineering, he has also shown to be ruthless in his drive and not care about the costs of his mother's dream. Which means a lot to him after his mother's death, and he seeks to do right by his family. Despite his drive, Rylond still finds time for the little things and does make some friends throughout his life. Though his drive has waned as the years passed and the true costs of his mother's dream weighted on him. Realizing that he can no longer do this, he seeks to make amends for his time at Vira-Legat. To ease his conscience and seeks to start anew somewhere else.

History
Rylond had always wanted to do right with his family. Born the eldest son to a researcher and government official and in New Pretoria on Callisto. Rylond's life growing up was a happy one considering the state of affairs in the solar system and despite the commitment of his parents's professions, and he would grow close to his mother. His mother, Sarette Marais, a talented and well-known scientist who worked for Vira-Legat Bioengineering. Sarette had a dream where, through her work, humanity could be something more than what they are now. A dream that she would share with Rylond.

However, while it is still unknown what caused the accident at her lab that killed her and destroyed much of her research, his mother's death affected Rylond greatly. But sometime after her death, he gained a newfound goal of continuing what his mother started and fulfilling her dream of making a better humanity no matter the cost. So, with his father's backing, Rylond attended a prestigious university on Mars after years of hard work. He would earn his doctorate and either through his hard work or perhaps by being the son of a well-known employee or both. He applied and was accepted to work at Vira-Legat Bioengineering and eagerly continuing his mother's work.

For years, he worked diligently. At first, he did not expect the level of zero ethics, but this did not bother him later on as it meant there was no limit to his research. Which pleased him, and he worked hard.

Soon, he was transferred to the Kepler Space Station to continue his research there, and Rylond was eager to work at the most advanced nations in the system. But after four years on the station, things started to change for Rylond. For after years of research and experiments and seeing the true costs of fulfilling his mother's dream. Did Rylond start having doubts about what he was doing and if it meant sacrificing what was left of his humanity to do so. He had done many bad things in his quest, and the costs were catching up to him to what remained of his conscience.

Now, Rylond is considering quitting Vira-Legat and leaving the station. However, he knows that will be hard, given how Vira-Legat would not be willing to give him up so easily and how far they are from the rest of the colonies. But one thing is sure, he can not see himself doing more vile things in the name of his mother's dream and seeks a new path for himself. One where he could make amends for his actions and start anew. But for now, he stays on Kepler and plans on how to leave the station and quit Vira-Legat for good.

Fear and Regret N/A for now.

@Theyra

Looks solid! Go ahead and DM me Rylond's fears and regrets, please!

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Interested, and I have only two ideas so far. A Vira-Legat scientist with a change in heart or or maybe a Vira-Legat clone that works on the station.

@Theyra

Oooh, I like both ideas! Vira-Legat clones are USUALLY used for organ harvesting, but I could see a clone of a higher up person at the station being taken care of in case they needed to harvest the clone basically.

Scientist with a change of heart is also excellent because it lends well to the opening chapters, but regardless both ideas are great!

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Really love @Supermaxx and @Fading Memory 's characters. You guys can send me fears/regrets stuff via discord or rpg dm. Either is fine!

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Apologies for the seeming triple bump, just declaring the sheet's complete status at this time.

@Fading Memory

I'll take triple bumps! I'll read through it in a jiffy!

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New info: the CEOs of the various companies. I'll update these throughout the day as I have time.

Janus Shipping Corp

Evelyn Harkness

Age: 107 (Appears in her 60's, physically)
Background: Evelyn took over as CEO of Janus Shipping Corp at the age of 63, and has held power ever since. She was born in the American Midwest in one of the modern "arcologies". It is a colorful word for a cramped and difficult living space. At a young age, she became connected to several politicians as an attaché. She used her connections to gain higher and higher positions in various companies over the decades until she became an executive vice president of Janus Corp. Wheeling and dealing with a little bit of corporate espionage and a few darker actions led her to be elected CEO.
Attitude: She appears grandmotherly and folksy in public, but in private, she is vulgar and angry and demands control in every situation.

Vira-Legat Bioengineering

Claude Sonstromm

Age: 187 (Appears in his mid 50's, physically)
Background: Born on Earth in Switzerland, Claude Sonstromm dedicated his life to transhumanism and life extension. He holds multiple doctoral degrees in various biomedical fields and has always been a hands-on worker with his company's research. He was only recently elected as CEO from his position as a lead researcher, mainly due to his policy of using himself as a research subject (once the early trials prove conclusive, anyway). 85% of his organs are biomechanical in nature now, and he undergoes weekly skin rejuvenation.
Attitude: Claude has no regard for human life at all. All that matters to him is results. The only emotion he may have is fear: fear of being unable to defeat his own death. Even if he is one of the oldest men in the solar system, he has to have constant maintenance on his body.

Tachibana Logistics

Hironubu Tanaka

Age: 77 (Appears in his 70s)
Background: One of the first babies born in Neo Osaka, Mars, Hironobu grew up caught between progress and tradition. He began work at Tachibana with several of his engineering friends from school, and they quickly pushed the envelope in the worlds of navigational computing and androids.
Attitude: Hironobu puts on an air of old-school traditionalism, but his own desires can compromise that. He is the only one left of his original team, which entered Tachibana in the 2150s. Everyone else has retired or died, though there is speculation that he may be more involved with that.

Atlas Mining Corporation

Gaius Moschus

Age: 45
Background: A self-proposed rockstar industrialist, Gaius Moschus is more of a nepo-baby than anything. He's associated with multiple other businesses, having been given trillions in credits to purchase promising startups and then claim that he invented the idea. He used his financial power and backing alongside his loose bloodline affiliations to pressure his way into a hostile takeover of Atlas Mining ten years ago. While his PR team has worked around the clock to make him look good, public opinion has fallen over recent years due to his odd outbursts, his attempt to be relevant in inter-planetary politics, and his constant gaffes as he makes statements that are entirely untrue, impossible or asinine.
Attitude: He's a narcissistic sociopath who believes that he is owed everything and that everyone is inferior to him. He has hunted people for sport just because it seemed fun.

Grummer Orbital Systems

General James Fennel, Ret.

Age: 58
Background: A decorated career military officer for Earth Gov, James Fennel retired at the age of 50 to take over an advisory commission with Grummer Orbital Systems. Since then, he has undergone an extremely hostile takeover of the entire organization, filling it with former soldiers and yes-men who all agree to his worldview: the strong are owed everything, and the weak serve the strong or die.
Attitude: Cruel, violent and intelligent, General Fennel is probably the most dangerous CEO to deal with due to his expectations and quick attitude. In the past five years, colonies using his security forces have had over 10,000 human rights complaints levied against them. In interviews, General Fennel tends to scoff, smoke his cigar, and talk about the weakness of the modern youth.

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Very interesting, I really like this take on an android!

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The opening post of the story is up to give some context on the world, how I write for anyone who doesn't trust me as a writer, as well as some context on how everything goes to hell.

For those interested, the actual IC story begins six hours BEFORE this scene. And at that very moment when that scene occurs, all the player characters will be in one place. But that's my job to get them there. Anyways, again, any questions, comments or concerns, I'm happy to address and answer here in the OOC!

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Project Kepler Control Room
Research Labs, September 17th

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Music

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents."-HP Lovecraft

The control room had gotten darker. "Fuck." Alvin Miller grunted with his teeth clenched. The Board was constantly up his ass for updates on the project. They always expected results, and those results had cost him an entire team of physicists last week. It took a lot of alcohol to forget their faces. Now he was staring at a holo-screen that read: WARNING. INSUFFICENT POWER FOR TEST.

"When's the next resupply?" He asked one of the men obfuscated by a console.

"Two weeks sir."

Two weeks wasn't good enough. Not long enough to hold the board at bay, not long enough to keep them off his ass. His predecessor had run the labs for six years. Six whole years of research and development and testing...and Gaius fucking Mochus had used him for target practice when he marched up asking why they hadn't "cracked the code yet." Alvin was approaching his fifth year with only minor gains. And with the loss of life mounting with each test, the pressure got worse.

"What about re-routing power? Can't we connect to the main station grid? Just a five-minute window won't do too much damage. Maybe some brownouts and..." he was quickly interrupted by the newly christened safety inspector. The previous one had gouged his eyes out last week.

"Sir, we run on our own generators for a reason. The closed circuit keeps us from making any drastic issues with the main sta-"

"I fucking know the protocols!" Alvin roared, throwing a metal clipboard over the inspector's head. "In six hours, the heads of the companies are coming in for an inspection! If you want to fucking keep your heads up, we need results! Five fucking minutes!"

The room was filled with a terrified sense of quiet. The 5 CEOs NEVER traveled together. If they were all coming to inspect the Kepler Device, it only meant one thing: Twenty Years had taken too long, and they were deciding to pull the plug. Essential personnel would probably be shuffled around to other stations, but they'd leave the majority out on this rock at the solar system's edge. They may cancel any supply ships and leave them all to starve slowly, or they could scuttle the entire station with the people in it. Bodies could be easily cleaned, after all. This was normal in the world; they were all just a few mistakes away from hell.

Technicians began working, and a call was sent to the Underside, informing them of the work. After a few tests, it seemed they had their power situation under control. "Alright, we're lowering the spectrum of the system by fifteen percent. If anything starts to come through..." he grimaced. "Hold until the probe is back. We've lost seven probes...and we need results. Just keep on standby." The others looked grim as he gave his instructions.

"Begin in three...two...one..."

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Throughout the Sprawl, lights began to flicker. Several hydroponics pumps shut down. Air scrubbers began to grind to a halt. Warning systems began popping up everywhere about a power outage. Even in the underside, engineers and technicians began to scramble. Whatever had drained the power was continually doing it. There would have to be some kind of manual shut off, or the entire station would go dark, and with it, life support. Twenty thousand people could be dead within a few hours. Suddenly, the world itself began to groan.

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"KEEP IT FUCKING OPEN!" Miller was fighting with a hazmat suit. The probe had gone through, but now there were issues in the testing room. He HAD to fix this. If he didn't...well. Better to die doing this than to be a fucking trophy for a rich asshole, right? Miller sealed the control room behind him as he approached the aperture, the probe making its way back...slowly.

It was coming back far too slowly.

Miller grabbed the emergency line and began to pull. At first, there was resistance, as if something was pulling back. But it slowly came towards him with each tug. "Come on...you...mother...fucker!" The metal of the probe was peaking through the portal; however, it was covered in some substance. [color=yellow]"WHEN IT'S THROUGH,"[color] he bellowed through the intercom, "CLOSE IT!"

But there was no answer from the control room. When he looked at the glass, he couldn't even see inside. It was as if something was covering the observation glass. "CLOSE THE-" As Miller turned around, he screamed.