JFK

Lunar Dome 10

Yeah definitely interested. What sorts of people end up in LD-10? Should I make a scientist? An uneducated labourer? An ex-con? What are the hiring standards of whoever has put us up there?

Weltraumflotte: Imperialism in Outer Space

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The Intrepid has a crew of about 1,200 sailors and marines, and the marine detachment is about 100 strong.

@Fingal

Fantastic. How much am I allowed to world build? What is set in stone? Do we have FTL? Will we be mainly on the Intrepid or exploring alien worlds?

Some Thoughts

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Mr. Prestident... N o..

@JinGuangyao

Narc

Austin Is Dead

Great post! I love the segments where Chris's characterization so far, and the river scene was dope

@Auragreedia

Thanks. I don't normally do things this grounded so I'm curious to see where I go. It's good reading so far at least.
Do you have plans for your character? Maybe our people could run into eachother and have a bit of dialogue before the funeral? Send a message if you'd like to discuss dialogue. :D

Weltraumflotte: Imperialism in Outer Space

Major D. Ranshaw

Age: 39 | Nationality: British | Birthplace: Olympus, Martian Capital | Position: Marine Commander
Bio: Major Ranshaw is stern, stoic, and may seem cold to most. But he is held in high regard among his marines. While he is capable of friendliness and jokes with his men, he is more known for his serious attitude and laser focus precision. He is not a man to mess about.

Born as an interplanetary citizen of the British crown, Ranshaw started life a step-up. His family held a comfortable administrative position in the Martian Capital. He attended a competitive school that fostered his joy of conflict. Here he would be flagged with potential, and started off early into the inter-planet recruitment pipeline. Taking into account his lifelong passion for fitness and competition, he was trained as a rank-and-file marine. His first posting saw him shipped to a massive military base on a tumultuous planet covered in tundra. This planet was struggling to suppress the natives, a primitive but experienced force of guerilla fighters.

After his squad was decimated during an ambush on their patrol, his captain picked him to step up to the plate and field promoted him to a junior officer. He helped his captain return to base with the surviving casualties. Back at base, his commission was officiated and he finished his posting there in the high regard of his seniors. He would be posted away from conflict for some time, where he was promoted to Captain. He acted in an administrative role, and helped train new recruits for some time before he was sent back out with a detachment and attached to a small fleet of important merchant vessels. This deployment saw him fighting space buccaneers. He survived, mostly unharmed. He had minimal casualties or losses. His seniors promoted him to Major given his success. Now he is returning to deployment, in charge of his largest detachment of marines yet aboard the flagship Intrepid.

P. S. How big were you thinking the marine detachment should be? My thinking is at least 15 men + the Major. If it's smaller, I could make my character a Captain.

Some Thoughts

Mr. President.. Did you forget to take your meds again?

@JinGuangyao

No I am really high on painkillers.

Some Thoughts

Comparison allows conciousness to perceive reality. Something is borne out of the vast (infinite) gap between everything and nothing. The concept of 'god', 'a higher power'. They all lead to an ultimate oneness that we find expressed within everything. Everyone knows it as something, the sublime. Kant called it the ding an sich. Some people can name it, some people can't. Kafka spoke of something within him unspeakable. Unnameable. I believe we are all speaking of the same divine and misunderstanding eachother. In an effort to established everything from nothing we have created a society, culture, so we may expand this entity. The bubble of perception. Continuation. We each individually assess our various senses and judge the world to be something.

Is this interesting or pretentious drivel in your eyes? Can you understand and relate? Are we not all spiritual in some manner? What ideals do you hold?

Two RP Ideas: Sci-Fi and Dieselpunk

I would definitely be interested in Weltraumflotte.

Austin Is Dead

Death is a Silvered Mirror

Chris was exceptional in many ways. Most impressively, he'd managed to go nearly 27 years without ever being forced to face his own mortality. He had lived untouchable until now. He'd been to many funerals. He'd seen numerous relatives die in front of him. He'd even been placed in some very dangerous situations through his work. But nothing had ever struck him like this. Austrian had always been different, and his death was as well.

Chris had been among the group of people to first hear about the accident. He hadn't witnessed it, or been among the responders. But ever since it occurred, his social circles had been laser focused on the event. Many stories spread like wildfire through Elysian Heights. There were all different. Whatever had happened, Chris had a strong suspicion the whole story had yet to be told. He tightened his tie knot, focusing on his appearance in the mirror. It was difficult to quell the rising tide of thoughts. But Chris was an expert at quieting his mind. Keeping the shadows hidden; the difficult thoughts out of focus.

For once, Chris didn't know what to think. As he got into his car, he grappled with questions and theories. He donned a pair of sunglasses to hide the confusion and distraction visible in his eyes. He set his jaw firmly. He ignored the strange feeling and put his car into gear. There was an old scar on the inside of his cheek. He chewed at it absent mindedly as he drove. It wasn't far, but Chris wasn't in a hurry.

His thoughts span back, back to his childhood. A childhood sprinkled memories of Austin. Who was now dead. They had spent the morning running around the woods behind Chris's. They had caught crawdads and fought eachother with sticks. The stakes were low, the sun was shining, and Chris and Austin were too young to remember their fights. A couple days after this conversation, they'd had a falling out. Chris couldn't remember why. But he did recall the conversation they had had while splashing in the creek. "One day, our kids might do this as well, Austin." Austin had glanced at Chris, "I hope the creek is still here for them." The boys nodded in unison. At their age, it was a certainty. Now, Austin is gone. And Chris felt that it was uncertain if there would be any kids to play in the creek. But the water still babbled on, unchanged from the lively brook that the two kids had reigned childish terror on.

Anyone waiting at the red light next to Chris might've noticed the slight frown crawl over his face. Chris hadn't noticed. The light changed and ended his reminiscing. He didn't dare dawdle any longer. In fact, he arrived early.