@boomlover The picture you provided doesn't have to mimic the ship Slyboy has in his mind. It could already have some guns. Your picture was more a... template.
Flynn
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8 yrs ago
Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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11 yrs ago
Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
11 yrs ago
Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
11 yrs ago
What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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The Santerian doesn't seem to be moved by the praising words of the Council member. He also doesn't look impressed with the description of his other teammates. It seems Yamesh was hard to please...
Yamesh accepted his task with a quick nod. "I want everyone who does the field-work down in the shuttle bay in half an hour. The Council asked me personally to implement some new tech, and since most of you are..." He swallows an insult and decides to say something else. "... Let's just say that this new tech might need some explaining." And with that said he left the Briefing Room, making his way towards the Shuttle Bay. "K-1LL. Note: Psychological profiles matches those of all crew members. Council did a stellar job."
Once he arrives in the Shuttle Bay, he approaches a man who are part of the crew. They seem busy unloading the equipment for the team. "Be careful with that. Some of this tech is more worth then your lives." ,Yamesh says with a serious look on his face. The men look at each other and quickly finish their work, leaving Yamesh to his work. Yamesh takes a look at the assorted items on the table. It seemed all was here. Chips, their modified guns, new visors. "At least there is something humans can do correctly, I suppose."
Yamesh accepted his task with a quick nod. "I want everyone who does the field-work down in the shuttle bay in half an hour. The Council asked me personally to implement some new tech, and since most of you are..." He swallows an insult and decides to say something else. "... Let's just say that this new tech might need some explaining." And with that said he left the Briefing Room, making his way towards the Shuttle Bay. "K-1LL. Note: Psychological profiles matches those of all crew members. Council did a stellar job."
Once he arrives in the Shuttle Bay, he approaches a man who are part of the crew. They seem busy unloading the equipment for the team. "Be careful with that. Some of this tech is more worth then your lives." ,Yamesh says with a serious look on his face. The men look at each other and quickly finish their work, leaving Yamesh to his work. Yamesh takes a look at the assorted items on the table. It seemed all was here. Chips, their modified guns, new visors. "At least there is something humans can do correctly, I suppose."
Flynn looks at the wound on Williams his chest and plants his face on his hand. "Your forgot to refill your auto-injectors again. How many times is that in a row now!?" Flynn let's out a sigh and takes a stim-shot from his belt. He takes Williams his helmet off and plants the injector in his neck. With a push of the button the fluids enter the mans blood stream, numbing the pain. "Guess I'll deal with this myself then." He turns around to face the monster, just to see that it's done with the marines and facing him now.
"Awwh... shit..." Flynn draws his blade and holds it out in front of him. "Alright then, ugly. Wanna dance?" The beast let's out a terrifying howl and makes himself ready to charge. But before the beast even propels himself forward, Flynn has already charged himself. He jumps on the beast his head and onto his back. He turns around and sits down, griping himself tight with his legs. "Let's hope these Nano-Blades are as sharp as they say they are in the commercials." Flynn plunges the sword in the neck of the beast and hopes for the best.
"Awwh... shit..." Flynn draws his blade and holds it out in front of him. "Alright then, ugly. Wanna dance?" The beast let's out a terrifying howl and makes himself ready to charge. But before the beast even propels himself forward, Flynn has already charged himself. He jumps on the beast his head and onto his back. He turns around and sits down, griping himself tight with his legs. "Let's hope these Nano-Blades are as sharp as they say they are in the commercials." Flynn plunges the sword in the neck of the beast and hopes for the best.
Thumb promise?
Ima sit on it right... in 15 minutes. Gotta get some snacks first.
Ima sit on it right... in 15 minutes. Gotta get some snacks first.
My deepest apologies. I was indisposed the last two days. Went to a friend in another city. Drank too much. You know how it goes. I'll respond tonight. Pinky promise.
So much human! That's probably gonna pile up some tension towards Yamesh. Well... Except from Stellan I suppose.
@LostSamurai I do my best. :P
Also posted directly in the IC. Time to act like the stuck-up know it all!
Also posted directly in the IC. Time to act like the stuck-up know it all!
As Yamesh approached the S.E.U. Lightyear, his brain was already working on pointing out the possible weaknesses. Thus far he had discovered three. There would probably be more on the inside. Though for Ostara standard it was still a marvelous ship. He wondered what computer systems it would run and if it had any defenses against cyber attacks. He would have to ask.
As he approached the main entrance of the ship, he was halted by a guard. "You can't take that thing on board", pointing at a floating drone behind Yamesh. The Santerian raises an eyebrow and speaks with a elegant yet obvious irritated voice. "K-1LL is my personal assistance and combat droid. He goes where I go. If you do not like that, you can take it up with the commanding officer. I'm sure she'll love it when she hears that you denied me, a crucial member of this unit, entrance." The guard hesitates for a second before letting Yamesh pass with a nod. He smiles and K-1LL let's out a beep. As Yamesh passes the guard he can hear him mutter under his breath: "Bloody stuck up Santerians." He'd heard that a lot the last couple of days.
Although there were direction signs, Yamesh urged himself to quickly make a mental map as well. You couldn't always rely on signs after all. He quickly makes his way to the briefing room, only stopping once when passing the bridge. He makes a quick mental note of the computers.
Need to ask about software systems, OS, defensive capabilities, offensive capabilities. Potential upgrades if allowed. More? No, no more is needed. That is all. He shakes his head and continues his journey towards the briefing room.
After a short walk he finally arrives. Two humans. Male? Female? Hard to tell with humans. One, clearly the commanding officer. Other? Possible squad mate. Too colorful. Will be first to die in natural environment. Suggest other colors when alone. He walks up next to the colorful human and salutes. "Yamesh Dyar, reporting for duty commander."
As he approached the main entrance of the ship, he was halted by a guard. "You can't take that thing on board", pointing at a floating drone behind Yamesh. The Santerian raises an eyebrow and speaks with a elegant yet obvious irritated voice. "K-1LL is my personal assistance and combat droid. He goes where I go. If you do not like that, you can take it up with the commanding officer. I'm sure she'll love it when she hears that you denied me, a crucial member of this unit, entrance." The guard hesitates for a second before letting Yamesh pass with a nod. He smiles and K-1LL let's out a beep. As Yamesh passes the guard he can hear him mutter under his breath: "Bloody stuck up Santerians." He'd heard that a lot the last couple of days.
Although there were direction signs, Yamesh urged himself to quickly make a mental map as well. You couldn't always rely on signs after all. He quickly makes his way to the briefing room, only stopping once when passing the bridge. He makes a quick mental note of the computers.
Need to ask about software systems, OS, defensive capabilities, offensive capabilities. Potential upgrades if allowed. More? No, no more is needed. That is all. He shakes his head and continues his journey towards the briefing room.
After a short walk he finally arrives. Two humans. Male? Female? Hard to tell with humans. One, clearly the commanding officer. Other? Possible squad mate. Too colorful. Will be first to die in natural environment. Suggest other colors when alone. He walks up next to the colorful human and salutes. "Yamesh Dyar, reporting for duty commander."
Name: Yamesh Dyar
Age: 34
Weight: 64kg
Height: 1.54m
Race: Santerian
Gender: Male
Class: Gunnery Chief - Tinkerer
Appearance:
Yamesh doesn't look very different from other Santerians. Difference is after all, frowned upon in their society. Though on his left cheek he bears a scar. It doesn't seem this scar was made by conventional weapons.
Since his departure of Noshkosh, he has started wearing different clothes. Maybe being away from a boring place as Noshkosh is changing his personality?
Personality:
As all Santerians, Yamesh has been properly educated and would seem 'brainwashed' to outsiders. Though since the revolution, he has been acting more of an independent thinker.
Most of his training was spent on computers, and thus he has but a small experience in weapon handling. Luckily his drone, K-1LL, does most of the work for him.
Now being free of the eyes of his own species, he can maybe slowly develop himself as a person.
Biography:
Yamesh was just like many other Santerians. Bred to be smart and any form of dissidence would be 'burned' away. He spent most of his life in a spec-ops team where he was the tech-guy. Needed to get some data? Call Yamesh.
So how did Yamesh join the S.E.U. exactly? Well, Yamesh had a younger brother who was killed in the first year because his IQ was not up to par. This had always troubled Yamesh, and when the females began a revolution, something broke in him, urging him to fight against this treatment of their own people. Unfortunately, no changes were made. He decided to travel to the Ostara Republic along with others. After some scurrying around on Ostara, he was quickly contacted by an unknown figure and was invited to join the S.E.U. as their tech expert.
Weapons & gadgets:
- K-1LL - Combat drone equipped with machine rifle .
- Standard issue assault rifle - not modified, not customized. Just a plain old rifle.
- OPSAT - A handy tool for hacking, giving orders to K-1LL and showing a 3d map of the area.
- EMP-Grenades - Useful little devices that render any electronic device out of order for a period of time.
Age: 34
Weight: 64kg
Height: 1.54m
Race: Santerian
Gender: Male
Class: Gunnery Chief - Tinkerer
Appearance:
Yamesh doesn't look very different from other Santerians. Difference is after all, frowned upon in their society. Though on his left cheek he bears a scar. It doesn't seem this scar was made by conventional weapons.
Since his departure of Noshkosh, he has started wearing different clothes. Maybe being away from a boring place as Noshkosh is changing his personality?
Personality:
As all Santerians, Yamesh has been properly educated and would seem 'brainwashed' to outsiders. Though since the revolution, he has been acting more of an independent thinker.
Most of his training was spent on computers, and thus he has but a small experience in weapon handling. Luckily his drone, K-1LL, does most of the work for him.
Now being free of the eyes of his own species, he can maybe slowly develop himself as a person.
Biography:
Yamesh was just like many other Santerians. Bred to be smart and any form of dissidence would be 'burned' away. He spent most of his life in a spec-ops team where he was the tech-guy. Needed to get some data? Call Yamesh.
So how did Yamesh join the S.E.U. exactly? Well, Yamesh had a younger brother who was killed in the first year because his IQ was not up to par. This had always troubled Yamesh, and when the females began a revolution, something broke in him, urging him to fight against this treatment of their own people. Unfortunately, no changes were made. He decided to travel to the Ostara Republic along with others. After some scurrying around on Ostara, he was quickly contacted by an unknown figure and was invited to join the S.E.U. as their tech expert.
Weapons & gadgets:
- K-1LL - Combat drone equipped with machine rifle .
- Standard issue assault rifle - not modified, not customized. Just a plain old rifle.
- OPSAT - A handy tool for hacking, giving orders to K-1LL and showing a 3d map of the area.
- EMP-Grenades - Useful little devices that render any electronic device out of order for a period of time.
Name: Yamesh Dyar
Age: 34
Weight: 64kg
Height: 1.54m
Race: Santerian
Gender: Male
Class: Gunnery Chief - Tinkerer
Appearance:
Yamesh doesn't look very different from other Santerians. Difference is after all, frowned upon in their society. Though on his left cheek he bears a scar. It doesn't seem this scar was made by conventional weapons.
Since his departure of Noshkosh, he has started wearing different clothes. Maybe being away from a boring place as Noshkosh is changing his personality?
Personality:
As all Santerians, Yamesh has been properly educated and would seem 'brainwashed' to outsiders. Though since the revolution, he has been acting more of an independent thinker.
Most of his training was spent on computers, and thus he has but a small experience in weapon handling. Luckily his drone, K-1LL, does most of the work for him.
Now being free of the eyes of his own species, he can maybe slowly develop himself as a person.
Biography:
Yamesh was just like many other Santerians. Bred to be smart and any form of dissidence would be 'burned' away. He spent most of his life in a spec-ops team where he was the tech-guy. Needed to get some data? Call Yamesh.
So how did Yamesh join the S.E.U. exactly? Well, Yamesh had a younger brother who was killed in the first year because his IQ was not up to par. This had always troubled Yamesh, and when the females began a revolution, something broke in him, urging him to fight against this treatment of their own people. Unfortunately, no changes were made. He decided to travel to the Ostara Republic along with others. After some scurrying around on Ostara, he was quickly contacted by an unknown figure and was invited to join the S.E.U. as their tech expert.
Weapons & gadgets:
- K-1LL - Combat drone equipped with machine rifle .
- Standard issue assault rifle - not modified, not customized. Just a plain old rifle.
- OPSAT - A handy tool for hacking, giving orders to K-1LL and showing a 3d map of the area.
- EMP-Grenades - Useful little devices that render any electronic device out of order for a period of time.
Age: 34
Weight: 64kg
Height: 1.54m
Race: Santerian
Gender: Male
Class: Gunnery Chief - Tinkerer
Appearance:
Yamesh doesn't look very different from other Santerians. Difference is after all, frowned upon in their society. Though on his left cheek he bears a scar. It doesn't seem this scar was made by conventional weapons.
Since his departure of Noshkosh, he has started wearing different clothes. Maybe being away from a boring place as Noshkosh is changing his personality?
Personality:
As all Santerians, Yamesh has been properly educated and would seem 'brainwashed' to outsiders. Though since the revolution, he has been acting more of an independent thinker.
Most of his training was spent on computers, and thus he has but a small experience in weapon handling. Luckily his drone, K-1LL, does most of the work for him.
Now being free of the eyes of his own species, he can maybe slowly develop himself as a person.
Biography:
Yamesh was just like many other Santerians. Bred to be smart and any form of dissidence would be 'burned' away. He spent most of his life in a spec-ops team where he was the tech-guy. Needed to get some data? Call Yamesh.
So how did Yamesh join the S.E.U. exactly? Well, Yamesh had a younger brother who was killed in the first year because his IQ was not up to par. This had always troubled Yamesh, and when the females began a revolution, something broke in him, urging him to fight against this treatment of their own people. Unfortunately, no changes were made. He decided to travel to the Ostara Republic along with others. After some scurrying around on Ostara, he was quickly contacted by an unknown figure and was invited to join the S.E.U. as their tech expert.
Weapons & gadgets:
- K-1LL - Combat drone equipped with machine rifle .
- Standard issue assault rifle - not modified, not customized. Just a plain old rifle.
- OPSAT - A handy tool for hacking, giving orders to K-1LL and showing a 3d map of the area.
- EMP-Grenades - Useful little devices that render any electronic device out of order for a period of time.
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