Expendable

It's been awhile.

Greetings and salutations. Hopefully we keep you a little longer this time.

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Probably too late with all those great entries, but I thought I'd try.

Seven

#310367

'Seven'

Core Details

Name: Seven
Age: 390 (+/- 25) N.C. (Chronological) / Early-to-mid twenties (Biological)
Gender: Fem
Species: Human (Revived)

Who are you?

2478.0923 N.C. - Case notes of Dr. Crandall

"Subject #310367, cryogenically preserved head, female, no accompanying file. Obtain by the Seares Foundation on 2478.0916 N.C. Minor cranial damage, placed into the Chrysalis reactor and a body was reconstructed."

"Disappointing. No panic reaction. They didn't even open their eyes until we opened the shield. Non-verbal, can follow basic instruction. Barely registers as curious. Ice formation in the brain likely damaged the tissues beyond the capabilities of the Chrysalis reactor to repair. Classified as 'Burnt' - oh, don't you roll your eyes at me, Decker! It's clear to me there's nothing going on up there! Now go get the next head and make sure it's lively! I want to see the fear this time!"

Classification: Menial worker.
Assignment: Custodial duties.

2479.1209 N.C. - Late Night with Shimbo (opening monologue)

"Gentles, you are not going to believe this! Earlier this afternoon, the head of the network, Randall Garrett, was shocked to find out from the police that his daughter got kidnapped while she was sitting in Santa's lap at the Crater Street Mall by three members of the Kutath gang!"
<gasping, unsettled muttering>
"I'm serious! I'm serious! I swear to you, this really happened! Honest to god!"

"But they didn't make it out of the mall with her. No, it wasn't security - they were heading past the restrooms only to slip on the floor this Burnt was mopping!"
<Confused muttering>
"Honest to god! She even tried to help them by reaching out with her mop, but kept hitting them instead! Man, just when you thought it was safe to go to the restroom!"
<Laughter>

"Then the Burnt heard little Tabitha crying - but thank god, she dropped her mop!"
<Laughter>
"The quick response team found Tabitha in the Burnt's lap being rocked while sitting on the wet floor."
<Aahs, symathetic noises>
"I'm glad there's something still rattling around in that freezer, but man, that cleaning service has gotta shell out for better diapers!"
<Laughter, howls>

"Garrett was so happy, he bought out that Burnt's contract!"
<Happy coos>
"I just gotta wonder, how long are they gonna let her keep working there before they tell her?"
<Laughter, howls>

2479.1209 N.C. 2nd Precinct.

"I don't like her eyes."
"Whose eyes? That Burnt?"
"Yeah, she don't blink. Just keeps staring at me."
"So?"
"It's creepy as hell. And I yawned. "
"Yawned? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"Empathy. You see someone yawn, you yawn back. You do it, I do it, everyone does it."
"Except her."

"Except her. She's a psychopath. Pure evil, I'm telling you."

"A burnt."
"Mark my words, if we let her go..."
"What, because she doesn't yawn? She's a hero who just saved a kid! We've no reason to hold her, nobody's going to prosecute her, so she's free to go. And you leave her alone."
"Why?"

"She scares me, too."

What do you bring to the table?

• Observant. Listens.
• Scary eyes. Doesn't blink much, if ever. It's like staring into a laser drill, one of you is gonna go blind and it's not going to be her.
• Good with guns. Good with improvised weapons. Knows pain points. Deadly with her hands.
• People ignore her, like she's a part of the wall that you don't want to stare at.
• Knows how to clean. Maybe too well. Not sure if what she's mixing up in the janitor's closet is all that healthy. Or why that box of igniters are in there. Or those big bottles of acid.

What's your problem?

As a Burnt, Seven's considered barely human. A menial worker, someone you glance at, see that line on her neck, that blank expression, and your eyes just slides off her. You don't want to look at her anymore, makes you uncomfortable, butterflies in your stomach like you just traded a glance with death. And you're happy because it's not you standing there, staring back coldly like that.

It's creepier if she's living next door, or walking by your side, never saying a word. (Not that Seven could.)

It's worse if she's taken some Aura and her eyes start to glow. And she starts smiling....

Life in the crew

Showed up during interviews at a bar. Someone tried to push pass Seven and wound up on the floor, screaming, head bashed on the table edge and caught in an arm lock. All the while quietly staring back.

Then when she let them go, Seven pulled out a cleaning cloth and wiped the table edge as if nothing much had happened.

Admittedly, the ship's never been cleaner and she's still working on those more stubborn stains, but you're half afraid to walk into a room where she's scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. Like the next time you walk across that fresh scrubbed floor in dirty boots, you'll wake up in the airlock with them hanging around your neck, with her staring back at you through the window as the pumps start. Maybe the doc has something to stop that nightmare...?

Still, it's comforting to know that when she throws that blade towards you, it's for the guy standing behind you about to shoot. If you call that comforting.

In Dr.Crandall's defense, he sees fear as an awareness of what's going on around you, of intelligence. He can work with that. But he may also be a sociopath. It's not an easy job and someone's got to do it.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Suddenly I'm really glad I'm an orangutan. Run sheep, run!

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

At least no cases of tinned or microwavable single-serving Haggis. Although seen those little bubble packs or condiment for the "gravy" would have been fun.

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.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

J'eon the Blacksmith

It happened between the beats of his heart, the pain was there - and then it was not.

"What... is this?" he marveled as he felt the bones knitting together, re-forged whole again.

"My lady, this humble blacksmith thanks you," he says to Kaqir, bowing his head when she's finished.

"I offer my thanks to you two, as well," he adds, climbing carefully down from his cart to stand on his own feet to face Kareet and Shirik, placing his right arm on his broad chest as a salute. "I...."

Kareet, who had been paying Kaqir, was now looking past her, at... What was that?

"My friend, is this your work?" he asks Shirik just before the loudest clap of thunder peeled over the village and beyond.

"Sky stone?" he wondered. It was big - was a mountain of sky stone about to hit this village?

---

Jack Mallory, X.O.

"Captain! We were too deep in the gravity well, I don't think we cleared atmosphere," Jack reported, training kicking in as he began reading his panel. "We must have hugged the Earth during that jump! Radar shows we're above some rough terrain...."

The radio was eerily silent, just the faint hiss of the universe in his ears.

"Captain, we've lost comms!" the executive officer reported, checking and rechecking the panel. "No... wait... this doesn't make sense! Radio is working, but nobody's talking out there? Did the pulse of the jump knock everyone off the air?"

Without GPS, they'd have to do terrain mapping and hope they'd get a match from the AI...

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

<Snipped quote by Expendable>

Karma is accepted. You can move her to the character tab :)

@Milkman

Okay, I tweaked the sheet for better readability, and I've posted to the IC.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

It was incredible that for the fourteen years since her surgery, her abdomen still ached. Today wasn't quite as bad, so Karma was glad she hadn't taken a sip of moonshine that morning to dull it further. The smell would definitely carry in such a small room, and it wouldn't look good for their new engineer to be pegged as a raging alcoholic.

There were only a few seats on the bridge, which Karma didn't mind as it was safer to stand with your back against a wall, but gritting her teeth made her face look tense and angry, especially with all the scars on it. It didn't help that so many had punched it in prison, for one reason or another. She was glad that nobody here had tried it - yet.

Still, in the rush to move aboard the Dauntless, she wish she'd grabbed a few things. A mug for herself. The shop that had the carpet also had bioplastic multitools, and one did transform into a cup - but it was also a brush, and she didn't think she'd like to brush her hair with whatever she'd been drinking. Or how long it might last with her homemade brew, once her current supply was out. Tea would be nice, something fruity or flowery instead of all the black tea. A flask or even a bottle of gentle pain killers.

A bottle of meds that MaMa or some other prisoner wouldn't immediately whisk away after knocking her down, even after "learning her lesson." And you couldn't go back to the docs and tell them the bottle was stolen, they'd just nod, not believing or just not caring, saying she'd have to pay for more. And mark you down as "drug seeking". Her eyes shifted to Dar, wondering what he'd charge her for services? It was bad enough she didn't understand what the male was saying half the time.

They seemed friendly enough, but after her time in the prison work camp, she was leery of receiving favors - you never knew how someone might want it paid back. After all, it was a favor that landed her in prison.

She raised her head - and realized they were all looking at her.
Oh god....

"Uh," she managed, swallowing, "Wh... whatever you want to do."

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Karma Riddle

Karma Riddle

Character summary

Name: Peppermint Karma Riddle
Aliases: Pepper, Karma
Age: 34
Birthday: April 1st.
Birth planet/birthplace: Phobos / Red Crescent Urgent Care Center #1339
Species: Lunar Orangutan
Gender: Fem
Role on the Dauntless: Mechanic

Appearance

Reference pick goes here

Height: 1.9 m
Weight: 86 kg
Build: Muscular yet wiry
Eye color: Amber
Fur color: Reddish-orange
Personal clothing style:
Workwear:
Navy blue Acme Products jumpsuit (Acme Engineering logo on the back with their mascot, a cartoon long necked roadrunner, holding up one hand in a thumbs up while winking with the left eye), Red bandana, various colorful t-shirts, workbelt with 0g (pronounced "Zero-Gees")tool pouches, industrial workgloves with padded support soles that allow working hands and feet to grasp as necessary.

Casualwear:
Respirator mask with goggles
Holographic AnySuit with Pack Belt (glows slightly in the dark)
Not a lot of clothes.

Psychology

Sexual orientation: Asexual
Relationship status: Single
Personality:
She's quiet and reserved, but there's a wariness to her, as if she's waiting for the next kick. Bit of a pessimist, which she says she prefers as it means there's always the chance she'd be pleasantly surprised. Very neat and organized.
Likes:

• Machines. You can trust machines. Treat them right, they'll never fail you.
• Loud music - drown out the world and scare away all the icky icky spiders.
• Speed is freedom. Speed is safety. Speed is life.

Dislikes:

• The color orange, reminds her of the prison jumpsuits she had to wear
• Spiders - icky, disgusting spiders, crawling everywhere, hanging on slender threads, biting...
• Mirrors & people who stare.

Flaws:

• Escaped prisoner
• Scarred face
• Neatnik - Everything must be tidy, everything must be in its place. If something is not tidy, if something is not in its place, the guard will yell. If the guard yells, they're putting you in the Hole. With the spiders.
• No sex drive following an infection received from abdominal stabbing requiring a hysterectomy. She still has pains as a result, self-medicating.

History

Background:

Parents

Karma is the second child of Professor Jacob Riddle (Dept. of Engineering, Co-writer of speculative fiction as Dr. J. Enigma) and Professor Catherine Riddle (Dept. of English, writer of romance under the pen name of Scarlett Penn, co-writer of speculative fiction as Dr. C. Enigma). When asked why she reads these books, Karma replied there would be a test later.

While their university paychecks allow for the basics of living, writing speculative fiction and especially romance (and romantic speculative fiction) allows for some additional luxuries. However, they like to keep that from their colleagues, especially in the English Department who do not consider what Drs. C. & J. Enigma or Scarlett Penn write to be literature.

Jacob grew up in the inner city. His father worked in a garage, died in a drive-by shooting at a coffee shop, inadvertantly saving the life of Simon Templar, a notorious crime lord who'd always look like he was crying or had a constant cold - he was alergic to dust, making his eyes red and watery, with a lot of sneezing. While nothing was said, somehow there were always clothes, food on the table, a gift for the winter solstace - and a scholarship for a very nice college on Earth. He came back to earn his doctorate at Phobos University and ended up getting hired as an instructor in the Engineering department.

It was during this time he decided to turn towards writing speculative fiction, but he needed help. A colleague who'd written a text book the year before suggested he reach out to the English Department, and that's how he met Professor Catherine Stone. She helped him re-write his manuscript and they got very friendly, much to the irritation of Professor Hodgell in the Advanced Research Lab. When they announced they were engaged, Hodgell protested with the dean, who pointed out the two were in different departments and therefore no impropriety.

Still, when Jacob was being considered for becoming a professor, Hodgell was there trying to throw the proverbial spanner into the works.

ARL and the Department of Engineering try to make sure these two never serve together in any committee, or else nothing would ever get done.

Childhood

Besides her parents, she had an older brother, Joseph Eugine Riddle, five years older than her. He especially had to keep a sharp eye on her when she turned five and their parents got her a virtual pet jellyfish that she could only see while wearing AR glasses. Karma would run around giggling trying to chase it, pausing to point at stains and yelling "Poop!" before taking off again.

When she was nine, Karma caught Joe and his study partner Sarah Hooper kissing, there was a lot of yelling and she announced she was running away. When their parents came home, there was no sign of Karma anywhere after a frenzied search. Police were called, the neighborhood checked - and she was found during a careful recheck of the house to be asleep in her bedroom closet.

When Joe was 15, he got interested in street racing, and was suggested to "bring Pepper" along. She really got into helping him maintain his racer, bringing him parts and doing small tasks, so much so he would tease her as being his grease monkey. Jacob also became very interested, to the point that Catherine would have to pry Jacob, Joe, and Karma out of the garage.

Even after Joe left for military school, Karma and her dad would spend a lot of nights tinkering with his racer. By her sixteenth birthday, she was quite the mechanic, maintaining both her parent's cars and Joe's racer, which he gifted to her.

Hasn't heard from him since she went to prison, wonders if her brother is an admiral now or something?

Racing & Prison

She made quite a splash in street racing, having painted the her racer with red and white stripes, very distinctive, not unlike a stick of peppermint. She also knew she was drawing every eye with her cherry red racing suit. One set of eyes belonged to an up and coming exec of Wayland Corp, Michael Robertson, who decided to sponsor her, although it's clear he was more interested in getting into her pants.

Then it all went to hell. He got the word that a UNS investigative report about one of their latest incidents in the colonies was about to be delivered by a courier, so he managed to sweet-talk her into running into the courier at the spaceport and taking his comm that held the report. Except, the courier was meeting with two of his buddies at the concourse bar, and she wasn't sure which comm had the files. So instead of grabbing Harry's comm, she got Larry's.

She'd barely gone a mile when she got stopped by the police for stealing UNSpacy classified files. Judge sentenced her to 22 years in a medium security work camp. Michael promised to make sure she was sent to a Wayland Corp camp, but Omni, seeing she was a mechanic, snagged her instead for their starship maintenance & repair yard.

On the prison transport, her seatmate Karen, a skunk, told her if she didn't want to be messed with, she should find the biggest, toughest inmate and beat them down. Karma, shocked by her idea, shook her head, but word reached MaMa.

Karma wasn't in her cell for ten minutes before two of Mama's henchwomen had knocked her down and the minx started in with slashing up her face, then stabbing her in the abdomen. While she was found very quickly after the attack and gotten down to the prison medical ward, Omni wasn't going to shell out anything beyond basic stabilizing care. Especially with a report from MaMa that Karma had "started it." While her face scars healed, within a month she was back for a full hysterectomy from an infection she received from her abdominal wounds.

After recovering, she spent the next fourteen years working in the starship maintenance and repair yard and taking classes on her prison comp to get her certified as a ship's mechanic and electrician, as well as other. And fourteen years as the target of other prisoners who thought if they took down the toughest looking prisoners that everyone would respect them and leave them alone. She had enough, worked out how to escape with her current cell-mate.

Karma fled for the frontier and freedom.

Motivation: Karma was sick and tired of being used and abused. She wanted to be free.

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• Experience with spacesuit use and EVA.
• Experience with maintenance and repair of drives and generators.
• Experience with maintaining and repair of life support systems.

Combat:

• Experienced in melee fighting - using fists and whatever comes to hand or foot.
• Experienced in making improvised weapons and explosives.
• Inexperienced with guns, best to avoid being anywhere in front of her when she's got a shotgun.

Utility:

• Experienced with maintenance and repair of electrical and electronic systems.
• Experienced in picking mechanical locks and circumventing electronic security systems.
• Familiar with street racing. She's a bit rusty.

Other:

• Experienced moonshiner.
• Knows how to hand-sew and draw.
• Experienced at hiding contraband.

Gear and possessions

On person:

• EDC Pocket pack - Penlight, Swiss-army style knife, multi-surface pen, vac-proof sticky tape (5 cm x 125 m) and a ration bar (tastes like slightly sweeten chewy sawdust (artificial) with a hint of cocoa and vanilla.
• Short-ranged comm unit (Used for communications, training, entertainment, and portable interface for various gear & equipment)
• AR Glasses - acts as safety glasses but can be linked to networks providing network and comm services and as a portable interface for comm and various gear & equipment.
• Sonic probe - useful for cleaning small objects, brushing teeth or hair, or picking locks.
• 0G mini-tool kit
• Plastiskin - 15 cm x 15 cm patch

In quarters/storage:

• A collection of printed Drs. C & J Enigma fiction in ditty box.
• A collection of printed Scarlett Pen fiction in ditty box.
• Ditty box filled with jars of moonshine (avoid smoking and sparks)
• Portable Mechanics & Electronic tool kits
• Shotgun with two boxes of rounds
• Clothes and toiletries.
• Programmable Bioplas Carpet with/security feature (sticky or spikes)

Personal spacecraft

Reference pick goes here

Manufacturer and Type: Indian Cg (Contragrav) Torpedo
Seats: Two (2)
Max acceleration in space:
Max range in space:
Max speed in atmosphere:
Armament:None

Extras

Character quotes:Don't hurt me and I won't hurt you.
Theme song:Trouble
Anything else:Likes Monopoly (token: race car), Uno, poker.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

@Milkman

Karma Riddle

Karma Riddle

Character summary

Name:Peppermint Karma Riddle
Aliases:Pepper, Karma
Age: 34
Birthday:April 1st.
Birth planet/birthplace:Phobos/ Red Crescent Urgent Care Center #1339
Species:Lunar Orangutan
Gender:Fem
Role on the Dauntless:Mechanic

Appearance

Reference pick goes here

Height:1.9 m
Weight:86 kg
Build:Muscular yet wiry
Eye color:Amber
Fur color:Reddish-orange
Personal clothing style:
Workwear:

Navy blue Acme Products jumpsuit (Acme Engineering logo on the back with their mascot, a cartoon long necked roadrunner, holding up one hand in a thumbs up while winking with the left eye), Red bandana, various colorful t-shirts, workbelt with 0g (pronounced "Zero-Gees")tool pouches, industrial workgloves with padded support soles that allow working hands and feet to grasp as necessary.

Casualwear:

Respirator mask with goggles
Holographic AnySuit with Pack Belt (glows slightly in the dark)
Not a lot of clothes.

Psychology

Sexual orientation:Asexual
Relationship status:single
Personality:She's quiet and reserved, but there's a wariness to her, as if she's waiting for the next kick. Bit of a pessimist, which she says she prefers as it means there's always the chance she'd be pleasantly surprised. Very neat and organized.
Likes:

• Machines. You can trust machines. Treat them right, they'll never fail you.
• Loud music - drown out the world and scare away all the icky icky spiders.
• Speed is freedom. Speed is safety. Speed is life.

Dislikes:

• The color orange, reminds her of the prison jumpsuits she had to wear
• Spiders - icky, disgusting spiders, crawling everywhere, hanging on slender threads, biting...
• Mirrors & people who stare.

Flaws:

• Escaped prisoner
• Scarred face
• Neatnik - Everything must be tidy, everything must be in its place. If something is not tidy, if something is not in its place, the guard will yell. If the guard yells, they're putting you in the hole. With the spiders.
• No sex drive following an infection received from abdominal stabbing requiring a hysterectomy. She still has pains as a result, self-medicating.

History

Background:

Parents

Karma is the second child of Professor Jacob Riddle (Dept. of Engineering, Co-writer of speculative fiction as Dr. J. Enigma) and Professor Catherine Riddle (Dept. of English, writer of romance under the pen name of Scarlett Penn, co-writer of speculative fiction as Dr. C. Enigma). When asked why she reads these books, Karma replied there would be a test later.

While their university paychecks allow for the basics of living, writing speculative fiction and especially romance (and romantic speculative fiction) allows for some additional luxuries. However, they like to keep that from their colleagues, especially in the English Department who do not consider what Drs. C. & J. Enigma or Scarlett Penn write to be literature.

Jacob grew up in the inner city. His worked in a garage, died in a drive-by shooting at a coffee shop, inadvertantly saving the life of Simon Templar, a notorious crime lord who'd always look like he was crying or had a constant cold - he was alergic to dust, making his eyes red and watery, with a lot of sneezing. While nothing was said, somehow there were always clothes, food on the table, a gift for the winter solstace - and a scholarship for a very nice college on Earth. He came back to earn his doctorate at Phobos University and ended up getting hired as an instructor in the Engineering department.

It was during this time he decided to turn towards writing speculative fiction, but he needed help. A colleague who'd written a text book the year before suggested he reach out to the English Department, and that's how he met Professor Catherine Stone. She helped him re-write his manuscript and they got very friendly, much to the irritation of Professor Hodgell in the Advanced Research Lab. When they announced they were engaged, Hodgell protested with the dean, who pointed out the two were in different departments and therefore no impropriety.
Still, when Jacob was being considered for becoming a professor, Hodgell was there trying to throw the proverbial spanner into the works.
ARL and the Department of Engineering try to make sure these two never serve together in any committee, or else nothing would ever get done.

Childhood

Besides her parents, she had an older brother, Joseph Eugine Riddle, five years older than her. He especially had to keep a sharp eye on her when she turned five and their parents got her a virtual pet jellyfish that she could only see while wearing AR glasses. Karma would run around giggling trying to chase it, pausing to point at stains and yelling "Poop!" before taking off again.

When she was nine, Karma caught Joe and his study partner Sarah Hooper kissing, there was a lot of yelling and she announced she was running away. When their parents came home, there was no sign of Karma anywhere after a frenzied search. Police were called, the neighborhood checked - and she was found during a careful recheck of the house to be asleep in her bedroom closet.

When Joe was 15, he got interested in street racing, and was suggested to "bring Pepper" along. She really got into helping him maintain his racer, bringing him parts and doing small tasks, so much so he would tease her as being his grease monkey. Jacob also became very interested, to the point that Catherine would have to pry Jacob, Joe, and Karma out of the garage.

Even after Joe left for miltary school, Karma and her dad would spend a lot of nights tinkering with his racer. By her sixteenth birthday, she was quite the mechanic, maintaining both her parent's cars and Joe's racer, which he gifted to her.

Hasn't heard from him since she went to prison, wonders if her brother is an admiral now or something?

Racing & Prison

She made quite a splash in street racing, having painted the her racer with red and white stripes, very distinctive, not unlike a stick of peppermint. She also knew she was drawing every eye with her cherry red racing suit. One set of eyes belonged to an up and coming exec of Wayland Corp, Michael Robertson, who decided to sponsor her, although it's clear he was more interested in getting into her pants.

Then it all went to hell. He got the word that a UNS investigative report about one of their latest incidents in the colonies was about to be delivered by a courier, so he managed to sweet-talk her into running into the courier at the spaceport and taking his comm that held the report. Except, the courier was meeting with two of his buddies at the concourse bar, and she wasn't sure which comm had the files. So instead of grabbing Harry's comm, she got Larry's.

She'd barely gone a mile when she got stopped by the police for stealing UNSpacy classified files. Judge sentenced her to 22 years in a medium security work camp. Michael promised to make sure she was sent to a Wayland Corp camp, but Omni, seeing she was a mechanic, snagged her instead for their starship maintenance & repair yard.

On the prison transport, her seatmate Karen, a skunk, told her if she didn't want to be messed with, she should find the biggest, toughest inmate and beat them down. Karma, shocked by her idea, shook her head, but word reached MaMa.

Karma wasn't in her cell for ten minutes before two of Mama's henchwomen had knocked her down and the minx started in with slashing up her face, then stabbing her in the abdomen. While she was found very quickly after the attack and gotten down to the prison medical ward, Omni wasn't going to shell out anything beyond basic stabilizing care. Especially with a report from MaMa that Karma had "started it." While her face scars healed, within a month she was back for a full hysterectomy from an infection she received from her abdominal wounds.

After recovering, she spent the next fourteen years working in the starship maintenance and repair yard and taking classes on her prison comp to get her certified as a ship's mechanic and electrician, as well as other. And fourteen years as the target of other prisoners who thought if they took down the toughest looking prisoners that everyone would respect them and leave them alone. She had enough, worked out how to escape with her current cell-mate.

Karma fled for the frontier and freedom.

Motivation:Karma was sick and tired of being used and abused. She wanted to be free.

Skills and talents

Space travel:

• Experience with spacesuit use and EVA.
• Experience with maintenance and repair of drives and generators.
• Experience with maintaining and repair of life support systems.

Combat:

• Experienced in melee fighting - using fists and whatever comes to hand or foot.
• Experienced in making improvised weapons and explosives.
• Inexperienced with guns, best to avoid being anywhere in front of her when she's got a shotgun.

Utility:

• Experienced with maintenance and repair of electrical and electronic systems.
• Experienced in picking mechanical locks and circumventing electronic security systems.
• Familiar with street racing. She's a bit rusty.

Other:

• Experienced moonshiner.
• Knows how to hand-sew.
• Experienced at hiding contraband.
• Knows how to draw well.

Gear and possessions

On person:

• Pocket pack - flashlight, Swiss-army style knife, multi-surface pen, vac-proof sticky tape (5 cm x 125 m) and a ration bar (tastes like slightly sweeten chewy sawdust (artificial) with a hint of cocoa and vanilla.
• Short-ranged comm unit (Used for communications, training, entertainment, and various gear as a portable interface)
• AR Glasses - acts as safety glasses but can be linked to networks providing network and comm services and as a portable interface for comm and comp units.
• Sonic probe - useful for cleaning small objects, brushing teeth or hair, or picking locks.
• 0G mini-tool kit
• Plastiskin - 15 cm x 15 cm patch

In quarters/storage:

• A collection of printed Drs. C & J Enigma fiction in ditty box.
• A collection of printed Scarlett Pen fiction in ditty box.
• Ditty box filled with jars of moonshine (avoid smoking and sparks)
• Portable Mechanics & Electronic tool kits
• Shotgun with two boxes of rounds
• Clothes and toiletries.
• Programmable Bioplas Carpet with/security feature (sticky or spikes)

Personal spacecraft

Reference pick goes here

Manufacturer and Type:Indian Cg (Contragrav) Torpedo
Seats:2
Max acceleration in space:
Max range in space:
Max speed in atmosphere:
Armament:None

Extras

Character quotes:Don't hurt me and I won't hurt you.
Theme song:Trouble
Anything else:Likes Monopoly (token: race car), Uno, poker.