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    1. Inkdrop 12 yrs ago

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Hello! Welcome! Etc! I am Inkdrop! I am an eighteen year old male furry from Kansas, who likes history and technology, namely naval, aerospace, and space types. Sci fi and fantasy are probably my favorite genres, as might be obvious from those interests.

I do have a rather extravagant imagination and can come up with some very odd ideas. Sorry!

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This sounds like fun. I certainly want to give it a try.
How do I create a nation? Do I draw my borders upon the map and send it to you?
May I enter as well?
I am afraid it would just suffer the same fate. I did have high hopes for it... but most RPs on this site die in the cradle anyways.
Sorry, it is. Dunno why, no one has posted. Sorry guys.
Ill post soon, I've just been trying to get my mood back.
Terra walked over and sat down on the chair, listening to her passengers chatter for a moment. Ceres wouldn't work, she knew it wouldn't. All four of her massive main engines were damaged and couldn't start right now, lest they risk an explosion or a fire. She took her time to think and sat silent for many, many seconds. Finally, she stood, smoothing her robe and crossing her arms. She starts to say, "Ceres might be able to slingshot me out of here, but, that needs precision maneuvering. The bridge controls haven't been touched in who knows how long, and my guidance systems need some calibrating. That all can be done but... all four of my main drive units are down. We can start them, but there's a big risk of an explosion or a fire. Could use my maneuvering and station-keeping thrusters but... those aren't nearly as powerful as the main drives." The mention of a radiation lock-down made her think, and she projected that blueprint into the air again. This time, it was an X-ray hologram of the ship, with red-to-white squares and rectangles all over. She looks up at it, then starts to point to various areas, "I do have a bulkhead system, but there must have been a fire or an explosion when the crew evacuated. The emergency doors were locked, but, some are jammed open with things, overridden, or just aren't working. These red areas show the highest radiation. As you can tell, it's all mostly kept to the back of the ship, in Engineering." She gestured at the rear eighty feet or so of the ship, " We are in the Observation Lounge," A finger was pointed at a blinking red dot, in one of the white rooms. It was an oval bulge from the ship's belly, and was about halfway up the ship from the very rear end. A gesture to the protrusions at the rear of the 3D model followed, "The drive unit nacelles are at the very back of the engineering section..." A hand wave towards three dome-shaped rooms, one in the center and two on the sides, positioned at the top of the ship to take advantage of her natural curves, "...and these are the reactor containment rooms. Each one contains a Whittfeld PBB-2002 atomic fission reactor. Numbers One and Three are just barley avoiding meltdown. I've got them mostly stable now. About ninety gray of radiation floating around, so, don't go in there. Number Two will cook you instantly, I'm getting around a hundred and ten gray from in there. There's also this square room below it, the core has melted through and escaped into there. It's nearly as bad. Those long, rectangular rooms to the front of the containment rooms are the turbine halls, which are filled with radioactive, superheated steam. It's best to avoid those too." Terra stepped back, sighed, took a breath, and continued, "Now, all those bulkheads have made this an interesting situation. You can see just what kind of honeycomb the engineering part is. Here, we are safe, I have so many sensors all over the place that I can tell you how fast you are breathing and what your heartrate is. The main bulkhead separating the engineering section from the passengers section has blocked most of it. Inside, though, there are hotspots, safe areas, all kinds of situations. If we want to get back and fix the engines, we will need to take a specific path. Drop into a hotspot.. well... there's nothing we can do but escort you to the Great Beyond." The cat turned to face the people who had spoken about the radiation, "There are radiation suits, but none are invincible to this stuff, and there are compromises with all of them. If you guys want to go ahead and try to fix those engines, I'll tell you about them, but I can show you all to the kitchens if you are hungry." She started to walk towards the spiral staircase that led up into the corridor, glancing over her shoulder to see if any were following her. The general alarm rang on with it's low, mournful tone, accomplishing nothing now.
Just a question: Is it possible for us to join after the start (as in now)? Because I don't recall if it was stated and haven't seen anything on it. I don't do much "normal" (we NRPers like to call it "personal-level" roleplaying, so I don't know about basic etiquette here.
Yes, you can join at any time. I didn't say anything on it. The plot lets you join, though, because if you didn't start with the rest of us you could just have been thawed later.
I like A better, myself, but B would be okay.
Terra observed the various reactions by the passengers and wondered if this truly was a smart idea... she started to doubt that. The jaguar started to pace back and forth with her tail sweeping the floor and her computer mind whirring somewhere deep in the ship. She wanted to comfort them. She really did... but now was not the time. "Look, folks, I know you are upset. The fact is, the engines have overheated and blown several parts, so I need to repair them. However, one of my reactors has melted down in a textbook Delta Mode failure and is currently spilling molten corium into it's compartment with enough radiation coming off of it to turn someone into a gremlin. The other two are barley doing better, so, unless you want to go wading through an almost tangible soup of gamma, beta, and alpha radiation, I don't think we can do much for now to fix the engines. And yes, I'd love to go through myself, but I have no hard-hologram projectors back there. Safety measure in case I ever went rogue." A deep breath, "Now, as for communications... my long-range antenna was knocked off at some point, and something is blocking me from using any of my remaining communications systems, even the ancient radio I have. Don't panic, I have emergency solar panels, and two damaged reactors can still spin turbines. I have power, and I have life support, we are safe. If you don't know, that is Ceres, so we are technically one planet and one dwarf planet away from Earth, Mister Clinton." She gave a harsh glare to him before her ears perked and she noticed Mister O'Brien fawning over his crypod. Terra padded over and peered across his shoulder at the cryopod, going silent, then telling him, "She's hurt, but alive... I am sorry, sir, but if I thaw her she might die. She needs to be in the hands of medical personnel when she is thawed... something went wrong with her control systems. She'll be okay but... only if she stays frozen." Terra started to float then, allowed by her holographic body, hovering above them all and saying, "I need your help to get me and all of you back home... there are escape pods on this vessel, but they only last for a week away from their mothership, and we are well beyond a week from Mars... or even any Orbital Guard patrol lanes. To answer your question, Mister Allen, yes, I do." A hologram of her blueprints appeared, floating in the air beside her, "I thawed you all out because I am lonely, I will admit. But, I also foster hope that perhaps you can help us get home..." she flickered and her voice garbled, then she came back, looking distinctly concerned, "...before it's too late." She landed on the ground, looking around at them with a desperate look.
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