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Stranded in the Stars (Sci-Fi Survival)

It hasn't and it should be more clearly stated. The furthest manned expeditions so far have been to Ceres, but those are stretching the limits of current tech. Faster-than-light travel is still out of reach and first contact has not been made.

Stranded in the Stars (Sci-Fi Survival)

Looks alright to me, CLIW.

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Darkhunter blinked his eyes open slowly... where... where were his mates? Just a minute ago he had fallen asleep between his two beautiful mates... now... what was this place? The jaguar growled and covered his eyes with a paw, snarling, feeling his head spinning from the light and all of the smells. He slowly adjusted to where the pain was just a dull, throbbing ache and pulled his paw away, sitting up and looking around. Darkhunter's silver eyes glinted with confusion and panic as another angry growl left him. He stood up and paced around angrily, looking over the odd artwork and feeling the strange, hard stuff beneath his paws. He never paid any heed to the strangers in the room with him for several seconds, before he turned around and sat once more, snarling at the people and asking with a furious huff, "If any of you have an explanation for why I am missing two mates and a rainforest, I would like to hear it!" He gave a small roar, then batted at a vase with his paw, hoping to knock it over and shatter it, just something to make him feel better. He broke down then, slumping to the ground and curling up with a painful moan. Already he hated it here. Cold, bright, totally unfeeling. Even this mighty cat was reduced to a heartbroken pile within seconds of arriving here.

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Stranded in the Stars

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Stranded in the Stars (Sci-Fi Survival)

Sometime in the Late 21st Century The AI sat down and stared at the crypods from the luxurious leather-bound couch, just one of many dotting the observation lounge that ran along her own keel. It was an oval-shaped blister that extended from the great white ship's broad belly with floor-to-ceiling windows and two spiral staircases up into the first deck. The walls were paneled with wood, wonderfully dark oak that gleamed under the dim emergency lighting. The floor was some sort of dark grey carpet which muffled footsteps and felt wonderful underfoot, if one was barefoot. The cruise ship's avatar stared and stared, seemingly oblivious to the mournfully howling horns and slowly spinning beacons. Their yellow beams would occasionally cast themselves upon the jaguar, then onto the frosted metal tubes, then they would continue their journey around the room again. Outside the windows was the desolate rock by the name of Ceres on one side, and a field of asteroids to the other. The dim sun was behind Terra's broad stern, and the unknown void lay beyond her spade-shaped nose. Terra was projecting a hard hologram avatar of herself onto the couch, an anthropomorphic jaguaress with a white tunic and a flowing skirt. The female was fairly tall, standing at around five feet nine, with graceful, slender body lines and a nearly perfect face. She was dressed almost like she had come from ancient Rome. Her memory was spotty and failing, however. Sometime, in the past, something had happened to the ship. Something had struck the 950 foot long Terra, taken her crew and passengers, and left her wounded in the inky blackness. Her computerized mind slowly worked as she stared at the pods with a tilted head... she had been sitting there for hours now. Finally she sat up and approached the metal cylinders with their tinted glass, raised a hand, and started the defrost sequence. Welcome to the Terra The Terra, the pride of the Silver Linings Transit Corporation. They are known for fast, luxurious, and safe trips from Earth to Mars. She was one of their newest ships, a mighty ship with accommodations for hundreds of passengers.

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Cruise Number 1831 was just like any other. She departed from Earth Geosynchronous Station Five without any issues on November 10, 2086. She was flying to Mars within instant-comms range of an older liner named Edmund Fitzgerald II and the Dynasty, a rather ugly but sturdy cargo ship. That's what was supposed to happen, anyways. You paid for the cheapest ticket and were stuffed into a cryopod and frozen before Terra even departed her dock. Now you find yourself pulled from your cryogenic sleep into a broken, battered ship with no crew aboard save for the AI, whose mind is slowly faltering. She can't even tell you what time it is, or what happened to the ship. Terra needs your help, though. No one has come to rescue you, and the ship is falling to pieces. One of the three reactors is in the midst of a slow meltdown, the other two are spewing radiation into the sealed engineering decks like geysers, and the engines are down. Multitudes of systems are damaged or broken. her auxiliary life support is recycling oxygen and pumping stale, smelly air around the ship. Gravity wavers and falters. The communications systems are gone. You are at the far reaches of manned space flight, in a high orbit of Ceres. It's up to you to get home or have someone rescue you. The Current Times:

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Humanity has colonized both Mars and Earth's moon, now known as Luna to prevent confusion. Luna is covered in biodome cities, and Mars is turning into a serene paradise with gleaming cities and broad oceans. Faster-than-light travel is still not available, and the furthest manned ship reached out to Ceres. Ships can travel at very high sub-light speeds, but again, no one has managed to break the light barrier yet. AI is very, very advanced, nearing full sentience and human intelligence. Genetic engineering has become the norm, with people turning themselves into animals, machines, and everything in between. It has almost been a second Renaissance. 3D printing and nanotech has snowballed into a massive revolution, utilizing some goo called "NanoFab". Out of this goo, metals, plastics, nearly anything could be made... as long as you had NanoFab. Medical technology has allowed lifespans to jump to well over 115 on average. First contact has not yet been made.

RULES!

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1. Don't godmod. You can't magically weld the ship back together. 2. Characters can not be a part of the ship's active-duty crew. 3. Characters can be genetically enhanced and/or engineered to a point. 4. Androids are allowed, but they aren't quite perfect at this time. 5. Try to have interesting characters. 6. Please, try to have a good time. 7. Post order must be followed... if an exception is wanted, please ask me first.

Passenger Manifest: Annett Cline (CLIW) James ScKephet (gojidorah) Kyle James Allen (Automaton) Nick Clinton (Rogue Detective) Luke O'Brien (redrout) Post Order: Terra (Inkdrop) Annet Cline (CLIW) James ScKephet (gojidorah) Kyle James Allen (Automaton) Nick Clinton (Rogue Detective) Luke O'Brien (Redrout) Passenger Signup Sheet

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Welcome to the Terra, sir, madam, or thing. Please fill out the information below. Name: Brief Description: Occupation: Age: (optional) Image: Other (optional) Info:

Please excuse the mess! I am new at this.

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What the hell should we call you? My people call me Darkhunter. What....are you even? I think some people call my species "jaguars", although... there are some differences. And where the heck are you from? I can't tell you a specific place. It was a wonderful, lush forest, with prey aplenty and greenery for huge swaths around me. How friggin' old are you anyway? I'm somewhere around six cycles old (he is six years old... remember, he is an animal). You a lady or a dude or what..? I was born a male, and still am. So like...what are you like? I edge more to being intellectual and saving my words for when they matter. I can speak, but I will only do so when I need to say something important. And what do you like? Hunting, cuddling, observing the greenery. Anything else we should know about...? I have some magical powers. They aren't much, but, if I wish, I can read your thoughts and speak to you through them. Unless you manage to put up a resistance, of course. I also can manipulate small objects with my mind, and alter their temperatures somewhat. Also... I am horribly sensitive to light. My odd eyes are not blind, at least somewhat. I can see in the night as if it was broad daylight... shadows don't exist for me. Sunlight will render me as blind and helpless as a young kit barely out of her mother's body. The strange, fake lights here hurt my head, but they are... tolerable. --- As Darkhunter told you, he is basically a jaguar... well... mostly. Looking upon him you will instantly notice his huge size... he is about as big as a full grown male lion, not a jaguar. Then you move your eyes to his jet black pelt that is so dark it's almost like he is absorbing all light. Unlike most black jaguars, however, his markings are still visible. Now they are snowy white rosettes instead of black, leaving him in a speckled color like moonlight through the trees. His underbelly is pure white with black markings. it's as if you are seeing a yellow jaguar through a black and white TV, and the colors are inverted. He peers at you through calculating, silver eyes that gleam and almost glow. They shift about to look every which way with his black nose twitching. He can see through them, but only in dimmer lights. if it gets too bright for him, he will be blinded.

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Is there still room for my character?

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RPG doesn't like phones, sorry.

The Secrets That Lay Beyond

I'm still here. I need to get my own rp going but I'll post sometime tonight.