Guess Who

Starfire

This is what I got for now, I'm pretty tired so not everything will make sense...maybe. I dunno.

@Pathfinder

It's good. I've added it to the Races section of the first post of the OOC.

Starfire

John's helmet was pulled slightly off so that he could drink his coffee but still cover the majority of his face. He stood there in silence, just watching the aftermath of the XRF's successful blockade run, until he heard a strange voice in his head. John could never imagine himself getting used to the feeling of an Andalite using it's thought-speak to talk to him. Even if it wasn't actual telepathy or mind-reading, it was still unnerving. "I chose at random. I don't care what job we do, as long as Starfire isn't harassing me than I'll do whatever they need. Last thing I need is some bounty hunter getting in my way while dealing with a contract," he said aloud to Deraen-Losthil-Oray. The whole idea of trying to talk to something through his head was still foreign to him and he preferred replying like a normal person. Even John had to admit though that it did sound useful, not only did it get rid of the language barrier, but it would also make the idea of someone hacking communications in the field completely inconceivable.

"No matter which mission we do, one thing's for sure," the mercenary said after finishing off the coffee in his cup and turning back towards the galley. "I'm going to need a lot more coffee if I want to stay awake." John approached the coffee machine again and pressed the button to fill another cup, but this time only a few drops made it in before the whole thing sputtered and died. "God damn, mass produced crap. Was working a minute ago." He slammed his fist on the top of it to see if that would get the machine to get back up and running, but to no avail. The merc turned toward the nearest person he saw, Johanna, and spoke to her, "Hey you..." He still hadn't learned everyone's names from the couple days he had joined Raptor Squad and struggled to remember. "... Cat-girl. You wouldn't happen to know how to fix a broken coffee maker, would you?"

Starfire

Are all our personal ships docked on a larger Battlestar Galactica kind of freighter?

@Prince of Seraphs

Yes, that's the idea.

Starfire

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Starfire

John slowly rose from his bed as he awoke. His entire cabin was dark and unlit, hiding him in shadow and darkness, just the way he liked it. He made his way to his equipment and dawned his gear. John started with his body armor, then pulled his helmet over his head, before buckling his belt which held his holstered guns and grenades, and finally attached his machete to his back. He moved through the automatic door that led out of his cabin of the Alamo and into the much more lit hallway, his helmet's visor quickly dimming to allow his eyes time to adjust from the previous almost pitch black darkness. Got to admit, the bed is much more comfy than the single mattress back on the Cobra. Might have to take it with me when I leave. Just nine years, eleven months, twenty-nine days, fifteen hours, twenty-eight minutes, and ten seconds until then. The mercenary let out a sigh before continuing his train of thought. This is going to be one long ass contract.

He looked out one of the many windows, this one facing starboard, of the ship and stared into the vast, empty space. All John could see were white dots on a black canvas, but he knew the danger of this almost beautiful scenery. If you're not too careful, it'll swallow you up and never spit you back out. Almost on cue, a dead body floated pass the window, it's uniform belonging to someone from the Xenovian Revolutionary Front. As the body passed away from view, the wreckage of the XRF cruiser that the body belonged to passed by before being followed by more scrapped cruisers and fighters. Damn Imps must have put up a pretty good fight. They've been taking home quite a few victories recently, but my money's on the terrorists this time. Looks like a lot more Imperial cruisers are out in the wreckage than XRF's.

"I need something to drink," the mercenary thought, this time out loud. On John's way to the Alamo's galley, a blinking light appeared on the Heads Up Display of his helmet. With the press of a button on the datapad on his wrist, the light expanded and became several lines of text. Ah, today's assignments. Seems like we got a few. Let's see what we've got.

Siege on Teta

XRF forces recently broke through the blockade over the Imperial controlled planet of Teta and are now preparing a ground assault to take one of the Imperial fortresses. Unfortunately for them, they lost quite a few of their ships while trying to get through and need more bodies for the assault. Fortunately for us, you're nearby. The fortress is heavily fortified and the chances of survival are low, but a bonus will be provided to those who make it through the meat grinder.

Escort of Babylon IV

The Babylon IV is a Yamikov-Fujikawa transport ship trying to escape the incoming assault on one of the fortresses of Teta and they're going to need an escort. With all of the Imperial troops and ships busy with protecting the fortress, no one else is going to be able to protect the Babylon IV and her cargo, several tons of raw Oppenheimium ore. The possibility of combat is extreme with the XRF so nearby and with the route it's taking so filled with pirates and other criminals, but no bonus will be provided.

Guard on Teta

One of the Nova Bratva's many drug labs for the hallucinogenic known as Xen seems to have had its location leaked to the Mota Clan and could need some protection. With the XRF possibly taking over the planet, they might just cut their losses and run, maybe hope the XRF takes it out during its occupation. Nevertheless, Nova's willing to pay big bucks to make sure the place can keep making its product. With the likelihood of there being no action whatsoever, no bonus will be provided.

After finishing reading, John looked at the missions quizzically. All of these contradict one another, we do one and we won't be able to do the other two and we're too small of a group to split up... Oh wait, we're supposed to choose one aren't we? The crew will probably all vote and majority wins. We do whatever mission gets the most votes. Well that's fucking stupid. Who cares what we want? We're weapons, aim us and fire, don't let the weapon choose its target. John just chose a random mission and went back to making himself a cup of coffee, so he could drink it in peace as he watched the dead ships and bodies surreally float past the nearby window.

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@Eklispe Alright, my character brought up the fact that Krysthane can go again.

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Robert Fallson - Airship -> Drury Lanes

Having nothing better to do, Robert agreed to join the large group of students for a round of bowling. While everyone else was talking about the cute ferret, he was lost in memory, trying to remember the one time he had played in the past and what all of the rules are. "How old was I? Six? Seven? Something like that. Now what were the rules? Uhhh... I'll probably just remember when we start. Hehe, man I could barely lift the ball back then," he thought to himself. Robert leaned back against the wall behind him as he reminisced on the earlier days of his life, before the day he lost- He shook his head violently as if doing so would make him forget that night. "Today's going to be a good day. I don't want to or need to remember back then and ruin it." He waited in silence for the airship to finally land so he could follow the large group of students to Drury Lanes.

While walking through the bowling alley, he couldn't help but notice the large neon sign that read, 'Arcade.' Robert looked in awe at the many games to choose from. The only thing that kept him from going in was the original reason he came to Drury Lanes, to socialize with his fellow students and make more friends outside of his team by bowling. "I can always come back later," he reminded himself. After taking off his tennis shoes and replacing them for the bowling shoes that they were handing out at the front counter, he sat down at the lane that the girl named Skyra had chosen. When one of the others girls in the group, Krysthane, took her first turn, he couldn't help but look at her quizzically. "I think you get to go one more time before it's the next person's turn."

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@Guess Who I'm aware. Krysthane isn't. I guess it might be a little thing that slows stuff down but I think it realistically is what she would do.

@Eklispe

Ah. That makes sense. Sorry for bothering you than.

AcaciaMalikov + Guess Who [1x1]

Ryan smiled happily as he followed Acacia to her Toyota Hilux. He couldn't help but notice her footprints were in the shape of bare feet. Sure enough, when he saw her feet rise out of the snow from taking another step, both feet were both completely shoe-less and sock-less. He was about to make a comment about her choice of footwear, or lack of more accurately, until he saw her go around to the back of the pick-up and pull out a pair of boots from the tailgate.

Having nothing else to do, he shouted, "Shotgun!" before climbing into the passenger seat of the vehicle. Someone could say that he had no reason to call shotgun, but he wasn't sure if Truth was going to be back and try to take the seat. There was no way he would sit in the tailgate, in the cold, all the way to the town. Ryan didn't even know how far away the town was or how bumpy the ride would be now that he remembered that they weren't exactly driving down a paved road. At least not one that he could see with so many layers of snow.

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I think you still go again if you get a gutter on your first turn @Eklispe. The only reason you'd go once on a turn is if you get a strike.