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MF DOOM - Doomsday

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"Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed. "I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room. "Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew. "You heard the man, everyone to your feet!" They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight. They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory. The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command. "Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.

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Question: Is Ro'Essel's Omega Talent going to be an open bit of information or is it between her and the Captain only I can understand if it's the latter because she basically a planet killing nuke; oh an no worries if in the future you see the need to kill her off for dramatic effect

@RumikoOhara

Only her and the captain.

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"I understand Rose, if you don't want the position then you don't have to take it. Also, you all don't need to call me 'sir', we're not really enlisted soldiers in the military. You can just call me Lex, no need to be that formal." He said to the group with a smile. "Thanks for the input as well. Makes my job easier when the people I'm supposed to captain give honest opinions," He said, scratching his head before glancing at Oliveia. "You know the ship has its own personal AI, Oliveia? I don't know how advanced it is but I figured I should bring it up to you since you are one as well, though when I walked into the room I thought you were a human." He said with a grin before he looked at Amelia. His attention turned to Ro'Essel as she popped out of her seat and introduced herself and more. He rose his eyebrows in curiosity at the gesture, but a smile appeared on his face as he spoke towards her. "You sound like your skills will fit in great with the crew, Ro'Essel. I'm not really sure if we can do a skills test though, I don't know if we have the time nor means to properly do that. I appreciate the honesty in bringing up the idea, though." He said then looked at Amelia. "The position is yours if you'll have it." He said to her.

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I think it would be better if Rose was on the ground, mostly because I would enjoy it more. Unless there are any objections. I'm going to quickly shower and then get an IC post up and then off to bed.

@Inuyasha

Nah man no issue if you don't want it, worst case no one wants it then I have to create a NPC pilot character.

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Hypothetical question here; if Rose were to pilot the ship would he still participate in ground missions?

@Inuyasha

Probably not, unless the ship is docked/grounded.

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Lex looked over the crew members as they spoke, he had been given very brief details on each one of them, though he had never met any of them until now. He was kind of thrust into the position as the captain of the crew, but it was a better alternative to prison, plus he could make some friends with this group, just with a sense of cautiousness as they all, including him were technically criminals. "Happy to meet you all, wish it wasn't under such circumstances, though this is much better to imprisonment." Lex said to his new crew, then looked at his ankle monitor before glancing at one of the guards, a look of disappointment on his face, he honestly felt like a leashed pet, but he figured that the people putting them all up to this would have failsafes in case someone tried to bolt. His gaze turned back to the crew, a grin on his face. "I'm quite relieved you all are skilled in different areas, I'm a decent pilot but I doubt I could fly the ship they're giving us, or patch up a serious wound or repair an engine," He said, then reached into the pocket of his shirt, pulling out a small device that his captors had given him. He slid it out to the middle of the table where it beeped, a hologram of the ship emitting from it. "As you can see, it's a newer vessel, like a hybrid between a gunship and a frigate. All kinds of fancy equipment inside of it, a solid weapons setup outside of it. We should decide who will pilot the ship. From what I've been briskly briefed on, Amelia or Rose seem be the ones best suited for the job, no offense to anyone else." Lex said, now out of his seat, his eyes on the group as he put on his best attempt at being a leader, it had been a couple years, reminded him of his military service. "Though if anyone else would like to add their opinion then that is welcome."

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With multiple people doing starfighters, how are ground ops going to work? I was hoping Pask would be the sole go-to flyguy, which is why I creamed it out on his CS's starfighter section.

@SillyGoy

Have those capable of doing work on the ground join the ground team?

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Also, good posts guys. I'll get an IC post that moves things ahead once everyone has posted. Still got two people left to post.

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Suno Lisuli

Character name: Suno Lisuli Criminal?: yes Convicted for: Attempted hijacking, piracy Species: Oko Gender: N/A Sexual orientation: N/A Age: 44, perhaps 15 years younger by human standards Appearance: See species description below. Suno keeps his fur/feathers/plumage short and well-trimmed; in a few spots, it has stopped growing due to scars and injuries. He (I’ll just use the technical grammatical default, especially considering that, as a male, I’ll probably subconsciously add my own outlook) tends to cover all of that up in his clothing. He walks around — he prefers bipedalism to show off what little height he has — with a certain air of confidence and optimism that perhaps isn’t deserved in someone who has been handed a near-certain death sentence. Even if there’s no way he could, he seems to understand whatever situation he finds himself in and always be thinking about something just a little removed. To some he looks, based on appearance alone, a little pompous. Height: 126 cm (50 in) Weight: 34 kg (75 lb) Apparel: Outside of missions, Suno tends to wear one of a few sets of grey and black undergarments and rotates three very plain one-piece jumpsuits which only differ in color: one charcoal, one navy, and one khaki. They all have a simple strip along where buttons would be which somehow fastens the two flaps on the front of the jacket together. The neckline is a mandarin collar, though Suno usually folds the edge down on the overlapping lapel down. Combined with the small tears and places which have been mended, this makes him appear casually but professionally dressed. The fabric is very well-tailored, but the freedom of movement he enjoys leads one to think there is some sort of elasticity in the joints, if not elsewhere. To accessorize, he wears a black belt in almost all circumstances on which he mounts his knife sheath, ammunition cartridges, and some rudimentary first aid supplies. He wears a silver banded necklace flush with his neck which is a communications relay from his eye to his surroundings. He has gloves for all of his hands made from a tough black material somewhere between animal hide and plastic in texture. They fit his hands just as perfectly as his jumpsuits fit his body. On missions, he wears a lightly-armored and air-tight flight suit capable, with an accompanying backpack unit, of keeping Suno alive in a vacuum for about five days. It can take some light-arms fire but nothing more and nothing sustained. In lieu of a visor, the helmet has four small cameras (two at mouth level and two at eye-level, for redundancy) which feed directly to his cybernetic eye. They are sensitive to a wide range of wavelengths, from mid-infrared to low ultraviolet. Most of the suit’s surfaces are matte black to for camouflage in open space. Weapons: Although Suno attempts to keep out of hand-to-hand combat, he still stays prepared for it, and carries a small (though in proportion average-sized) laser pistol with 15-shot replaceable energy cells. He keeps a few spares on his belt and the holster on his left side under his arm (in civilian clothing, under his jacket). He also carries a 13 cm (5”) knife on his left hip. As his primary combat experience being boarding and he’s not anything more than a pretty good shot, he relies largely on grenades for combat. Fragmentation grenades would be too dangerous in space, so he carries three grenades of smoke (capable of blocking out visible and high-frequency infrared light), hallucinogenic (strictly depressants, though), and aerosol anaesthetic (fentanyl for humans; for other species he has to do some research) varieties. Normally he has one of each. The latter two are potentially lethal, so he carries antidotes in syringes just in case. Equipment: Suno’s left eye is cybernetic, a remnant of his glory days, which uses standard 2^2^6 bit encryption channels to connect to standard equipment such as weapons and ships. It gives him a heads-up display of fuel, ammunition, and such. His right ear also has a communications implant. Both of which communicate with his necklace, which has a much longer range and faster connection with his surroundings. Personal starfighter: (I’ll think of a name later):

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The craft is one chosen with Suno’s purposes in mind: all he really ever had to do was pose a valid threat and outmaneuver static defenses, so the ship sacrifices armor for speed and maneuverability. Its weight is kept in check by only having enough armor to stop a small ship-mounted laser weapon; anything else could punch a hole right through. Its defenses hinge upon its AI being able to detect attacks and turn so a more favorable surface (or none at all) takes the blow. To facilitate this, small jets are mounted on various surfaces of the craft and can be activated by the pilot or onboard computer precisely and quickly. The main thrusters have some oomph, too. The craft has one forward-mounted laser cannon on the nose and a twin energy rifle turret mounted below that. Skills: He is a reasonably good pilot and shot with his pistol; however, he is by no means an expert. Weaknesses: His size and lack of any real training make him pretty hopeless in open close combat. Powers: None Personality: Suno is someone who knows there’s a good side and a bad side to everyone and everything. Despite that, he manages to be pretty optimistic, some of may be due to a bit of self-involvement. He’s pretty good with others: once he sees an initial sign of friendliness, he’s more than willing to start a conversation. Actual trust requires more work with him. Biography: Suno should have had a better shot at the kind of life most of his species enjoys. Anu-V, where he was born, was the remnant of what could have been a thriving colony, had the parastatal that first built it not ceded the system to an aggressor for a bit of wealth and spare time. The aggressor hadn’t done much with it, either. They pulled a few megatonnes of water and minerals out of the system and moved their fleet on to threaten other systems. And so all that was left was a barren colony on a half-terraformed planet scarred by resource extraction, a few hundred thousand inhabitants, and a handful of ships capable of interstellar flight. Oko ships would pass through every few years on their way to markets worth stopping at. They were built of sculpted metal, polymers, and diaphanous carbon crystals: reminders of the wealth of their race and how easily they’d been sold away for peace of mind. Suno grew up surrounded by that resentment. He knew he was wronged and he knew what he deserved. He grew up without ever missing the chance to see one of those Oko merchant ships, always dreaming of being one of those aboard. He longed for wealth, education, long life, escape — all that he thought he should have had. The only was he saw to get it was certainly extralegal, but that was the path he chose. If someone wronged him, why couldn’t he wrong others? Within twenty years, he was near the top of a piracy organization that had made itself known in four systems: they would jump in, find a target, subdue what were normally entirely insufficient security systems and personnel, hijack ships, sell off stolen materials, and ransom the crews from the relative safety of their base in the Anu system. He was wealthy enough to get all that he had been wanting: he had good doctors, equipment better than he had ever seen as a child, leisure time to read and become the kind of snob he’d always claimed to hate but secretly envied. Life life worked like clockwork until, one day, it didn’t, and Suno and his compatriots ended up in a cell on an E.S.A. cruiser. When a man in a suit with a strange proposal came along, freedom sounded like a pretty good option.

Sorry that took so long. I wasn't able to get anything done yesterday.

@orichalk

Accepted, post it on the characters tab.