Jones Sparrow

A familiar Sci-Fi adventure (to some)

Yet another reboot of @Akayaofthemoon and I's most cherished RP, the Marauders! This time, with a revamped story, more strict crew roles, and many other details that will keep the RP going!

We really love this RP, down to the creativeness of people, and the unlimited potential we can create with such a diverse world! We really wanted to try this RP again, because the characters, and lore we created are just too good to let die.

So here's the "new" plot:

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In 2030, the lonely isolate planet of Earth sent its first brave men and women to Mars, and 30 years after that, the United Nations sent a dozen more crews to the Red Planet to start colonizing. This was the birth of modern human space travel. It took them another hundred years to travel past Mars, and in 2338 humans set another milestone. They finally figured out the key to galactic travel. So, Mankind embarked on the greatest and biggest expedition it has ever devised. They set out into the unknown. It didn't take long for extra-terrestrial life to find and come into contact with the humans. The human race discovered an organization called the Galactic Committee; hundreds of thousands of different alien species and planets that agreed to universal law to maintain peace within the galaxy. In a matter of twenty years, humans added their influence to the galaxy by electing the first human diplomat into the Committee Council.

The year is now 2478, 120 years after humans joined the Committee. Ever since the humans were discovered, there was a rise in treaties, prosperity, and peace. They have allies, they have exchanged technology, and it truly was the Human's Golden Age... But like every civilization, not everything was perfect. There are some alien races that have not accepted the Committee's terms and keep to themselves, other races have become intergalactic pirates. Planets will have their wars, diplomats will disagree, and so on.

Something that had always captivated young or curious adventurers was the Interstellar Exploration Fleet, a branch of the Galactic Committee that promoted adventure, discovery, and science. As the years went on, more and more deaths emerged the farther teams would set out into the unknown. The morale of the program diminished, funding was a topic within the Council, and people were less willing to volunteer, or enroll in the Program.

In desperation, the Director of the IEF proposed a solution to help with volunteering. Certain criminals with certain skills or abilities that were found guilty of their crimes had an option. Rot in a prison cell, or join an Expedition Force in the IEP. Through much debate, the Council agreed under certain guidelines. Any form of mutiny, or rebellion was returned with instant death for them. They were under strict and careful watch, and they must follow rules and laws to the tee. Of course people tried, but failed in gaining their true freedom. If they didn't die from mutiny, space pirates, hostile environments, and other complications by going into the unknown would have killed them. For some teams, joining the Program was like jumping front in line for death row.

There has been success, however.

They are called the Marauders. Led by a fallen hero, a team of criminals and adventurers have beaten the odds, and have been the longest surviving expedition unit in the IEP. They have been known for making breakthroughs, dissolving galactic conflict, and fighting against pirates. Each member has decided to join the team for different reasons, but one thing is clear: They have become a symbol for hope, discovery, and second chances for the entire galaxy.

Will you join the Marauders, and continue their legacy?

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We gave the RP more of a driving point in terms of plot. The Monroe is this beacon that people seem to look to in terms of "hope" which could be out of character for some of these criminals. Of course each person can have their own reasons on why they joined the Marauders, but the fact that they have become "famous" to some can add more depth, and consideration to their personalities.

We will also be starting the RP off in a sense of danger, and action. That way everyone will be involved, and able to contribute to the team.

That was one of the difficulties with the RP in the past, balancing roles and having everyone involved. Akaya and I thought the best action would be to create specific roles that would be able to play a part in any section of the story.

So this time around, this RP will have a certain amount of characters. We don't want to leave anyone out!

The roles are:

Engineer- In charge of fixing and repairing the ship without needing assistance from the Spire. Fix all mechanical breakdowns that don’t have to do with computer/system trouble.

Pilot/Navigator - In charge of leading them away from dangerous situation and a tactical flyer when needed. They will be assisted by the on board AI, Tango, when they need relief from the helm.

Gunner- In charge of ships weapons big and small. They are our sharp shooter and defensive to the world waiting out in space. This position is heavily watched by the committee at all times if they are not of military, the committee employee or a volunteer with an extensive background check.

Cook- Has the knowledge of cooking meals for varity of species and has control of what happens in the kitchen. They are also vitial for assisting in other areas if need be. It is usually engineering or gunners that will rely on this person.

Sercurity Officer - Is part of the committee or a military expert. This person is to report to the committee as well as make sure that the others stay in line if there is a major conflict. They are in charge of any prisoners the ship takes on board.

LoadMaster- In charge of cargo and supplies. They are also a buffer to stowaways as they don’t want any uninvited guests.

Linguist- The master of all known languages, and cultures, the linguist not only translates for the crew if faced with an unknown language, they are also in charge of preserving, and collecting cultural data from species if necessary.

(Keep in mind that if you have an idea for a role, feel free to contact Akaya and I)

There are also minor details we added to plot, the ship, the crew, and other pieces of information that will help make this world better... The only thing we need are people interested (I feel like this is a kick starter or something XD)

Now the question is: Is anyone interested so far?

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Footsteps had followed Leo down the alleyway, one of the sets belonging to a man he could have sworn he had seen before. Before any words could be said, they were met by more footsteps, and Dawson's men took aim. Leo had had no time to pick up his gun, but his new ally was much faster than he. Blood was shed on both sides, unfortunately, and although Leo was grateful, there was a look of concern set in his face. It soon disappeared though as the man talked, even mentioning his name. The Coyote gave a nod and looked down the alley before turning his gaze to the man with a grin. "The ones that will be sleepin' will be them soon enough, friend. They don't have much folks left, and even if word gets to the inner city, they'd be too cowardly to send men to the outskirts of the town. Their God won't protect 'em here." The voice of Leo was a "matter-of-fact" tone as if he knew the future. He had been trailing Richard Dawson his whole life, and knew how that man worked.

"If you can still operate with one arm, I could use your help to get the jump on them." Coyote made his way through an open window within the alley. Dawson's gang would be waiting for them just outside the openings, but from the firefight left many advantages for Leo and his allies to use. Leo helped the musician through the window with his arm, but as they entered, he noticed that the shooting had stopped. Quietly, Leo made it through the house, and saw that within one of the rooms were a colored woman and her daughters cowering in the corner, weeping at the sight of them. The Coyote put his finger to his lips, and a small nod to assure them that they had no intention of hurting them. If Leo was honest with himself, it broke him a little inside every time he saw things like this. He had spent his whole life to try and stop the tyranny of the Saint, but in the process of his conflicts with Dawson and his gang, many people were terrified of him, and what was going on. It had to be done.

Finally the air was filled with voices. A woman's scream, and a man yelling before a gunshot went off. Leo slowly peered out a window to see what had happened. A man had joined their cause, a random gentleman who probably lived out here, and had a stick of dynamite as well. Before he could have lighted, or thrown it, he was shot by the remaining members of the Dawson gang. It looked like Taheton, Roxanne, and the others had picked some of them off. The remaining members of the gang was hidden behind makeshift cover in the middle of the road, with a fallen wagon, a horse, and other boxes. he could see a trail of blood, a gasping from a man he could only assume was Bradley. He fought so hard to live, but it was no use. Leo would see him dead.

One of the men was fumbling with another stick of dynamite in cover a few feet in front of the rest of the gang, peering around the cover to see where the rebels were. He managed to find someone, and was quick to light the stick. It was time for Leo's move. he quietly raised his rifle, concentrating as hard as he could on where he aimed. He held his breath, and right before he tossed it, Leo fired at his arm, causing the gang member to drop the stick. Leo hid behind cover as the explosion went off. He could hear the rubble and possible body parts hit the side of the building, and when Leo peered around the corner, the place where the gang member stood was charcoaled, and the cover that the rest of the gang had was practically destroyed.

The confusion was just enough for Leo to make his move. The Coyote marched out of the door, reloading his gun, and squeezing off shots towards the men trying to get up from the explosion. He could hear his allies firing as well, but leo didn't car on how exposed he was. His eyes were on the man known as Bradley Grant was trying desperately to crawl towards a gun. The fight was over. They had won.

Leo kicked the gun away, sending dirt up in the air. Using the butt of his rifle, he smacked Bradley Grant on the head before grabbing the back of his shirt, and dragging him towards the middle of the road. Grant tried his best to curse Leo out, panting, and claiming that they would all burn by Dawson's hand.

The Coyote tossed him down on the ground, taking off his hat and wiping his forehead as he panted himself. Leo looked up at the sky, for a second, then down at Grant, his hands going on his hips. "You see your God callin' for ya, Bradley? You think Richard Dawson is sending reinforcements as we speak to try and desperately save you?" Leo kneeled down and stared at the man with a smile. "He don't give a shit about you, or God, or nobody. You're just a puppet to make him money, and power."

Bradley attempted to spit at the Coyote, but it simply spilled over his bloodied lips. "God is good, Coyote." He managed to laugh, looking up at the pale blue sky. "I did my job, doing anything Dawson needed... I got money, I got women, I got to kill scum like you... He had given you purpose too, I suppose. You ain't getting anywhere close to him. None of you are."

"Unfortunately you're not going to know if we succeed or not, my friend. You'll see your glorious leader soon enough in the darkest pits of Hell." Leo stood, and looked around at the crowd that formed around him. Everyone here had a reason to fight in this battle, it was obvious by the way they glared at the man below them. Henry Leopold Adams pulled a cigarette from his vest pocket, and lit it quietly. He looked up at the crowd once again after the first puff, and raised an eyebrow.

"Which one of you ladies and gentlemen want to do the honors?"

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

Thanks for the feedback guys! I also got bombarded with university stuff, so I’m getting a post up tonight!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

A quick Roll call as we get back from holidays!!

@Burrahobbit is the only person who has yet to post an intro, but I see that they haven't been on in a little while...

We're going to move things along and get the band all together, so if you're still here and ready to go, just let me know!!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

@alexakeehl

Hey there!

I was going to do a roll call here soon to see who's still with us after the little holiday break, so if there's a spot open, you're more than welcome to join!

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

We’re still here, it’s just the holidays, everyone’s schedules are weird haha

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

This wasn't exactly how Leo said it would all work out to Roxanne and Taheton when they rode in to Dawson. He didn't think the brown eyed beauty would mind a firefight of this proportion, but Leo knew that Taheton would have preferred a more silent approach to all of this. But that isn't how to start a message. Leo wasn't a man to hide his disgust, and bloodlust for Richard Dawson, but he had to keep in mind that there are in fact other ways to go about things... But it was far too late for that. The Coyote wasn't the fastest shooter in the west, but he spent most of his life making and practicing guns, so he was pretty damn accurate. He squeezed off three hits into three different men, and barely missed his last two. The quick son's of bitches found cover. At this point men were riding on horseback, firing rifles, and hiding in alleys, behind barrels, and in buildings. Leo was in the middle of reloading as a man aimed for his head, shot the cigarette out of his mouth, and before he could pull the trigger, an arrow pierced his body, and he fell down. Looking around, it looked like he had some friends. A woman on horseback joined the fray, going near Taheton. They had the mysterious bowman, and now, another woman joined the fight with flaming red hair right next to him.

With the first woman's “I hate to be the realist here, but I doubt we can take Dawson’s entire gang righ’ here, righ’ now.” comment, and then the red head's “There were a lot more subtle ways you could have handled that.” , Leo glanced over his cover to see Dawson's men still going at it.

"Give up, Coyote!" Someone yelled, it turned out to be Bradley Grant, the man he shot in the chest just moments ago. That fucker was still up, even if two people had to hold him and bring him to cover.

"Oh Ye of little faith! Leo yelled over the gunfire, giving the red head next to him a grin before standing up and giving a sharp, clear whistle. A horse rode through the fray, knocking people over, and neighing loudly as it ran towards Leo. The man side stepped, and opened the bag as the horse ran by, and Leo retrieved his old repeater, some extra ammo, and his whip. He smacked the horse hard and it galloped away, and Leo was quick to roll out of the way and back into cover. He heard a female scream to see the woman next to Taheton fall over with a bulletwound. "Don't die on us now, Miss. It seems to me that you have some unspoken words you want to say to Dawson and his men." He called out, rising and shooting off shots, cranking the handle to fire quickly, and successfully. He managed to walk in a straight line, taking out a handsome number of men that decided to either look out of cover, or charge at him on horse. He knew that he had cover, and there were allies he didn't see lurking in the shadows.

He stepped behind a building pillar, pulling out bullets to put in the repeater. "You best surrender now, Grant! No one cares about the actions of the outer district, reinforcements aren't comin'" Leo said, hearing an awful lot of silence. They grouped up, and started to form a plan, which wasn't good for them. Leo heard a thud next to him, and saw a whisky flask with a bullet mark indented in it. The Coyote guessed that's how he survived.

"You're all going to die either way! You're not taking out the Saint of the West, Everyone who fired a shot at the Dawson Gang are through!" Bradley Grant yelled, although having a bit of difficulty. "You seem tired, friend! Why don't you just come on out and let us escort you to the 'heaven' Richard Dawson promised you! As the bible says, rapists, and vandals, and murderers get the luxury suite past those pearly gates!" Coyote's words were filled with sarcasm, and hidden anger underneath, peering his head out ever so slightly. He turned his attention back to Taheton, Roxanne, and the rest who had joined their little firefight. Something big was going to happen, but they weren't going to run away from a fight like this. Dawson would kill them himself. Hopefully his native friend could sneak his way to a vantage point, or even the mysterious bowman that saved Leo's life before.

Just then, a nasty hiss erupted from the silence, and Leo looked down to see a stick of dynamite right at his feet. He gave a yelp and grabbed the stick, and trying to toss it back towards them, except they were expecting that. A whole line of men aimed their weapons at Leo, and so all he could do was run across the dirt road, desperately trying to aim his throw as he let go of the dynamite. He felt a bullet rip through his shirt on his side, another almost gave him a fresh scar on his nose.

He dove into an alleyway, covering his head with his arms, as the gunfight continued, and the dynamite exploded with a loud bang.

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

So I accidentally put an expired link to the OOC the other day, here's an unlimited link!

discord.gg/Fg9vyjr

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

The posts so far are great!

I'm sure Leo won't be in charge of plotting attacks anymore, but he had to make a point XD

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

The intense sun shined brightly over the town of Dawson, Texas. The intense heat meant that the tourists were spending their time watching moving pictures, or in saloons getting drinks and food. The folks in the outer district didn't have that pleasure. Instead, farmers and other store owners carried on, trying desperately to make a living in a town that was promised the "Best in the West." The districts only saloon stood in the heat, a gust of wind and sand blowing past the entrance. Inside, prostitutes, musical performers, and bartenders tried to keep their customers happy. Most of the patrons at the bar were either weary travelers, criminals on the run, or both. As the clock hit high noon, the saloon doors gave way to reveal two gentlemen dressed in elegant black suits, and hats. They were right on time. One of the men made it to the bar to order drinks. A small group sitting at the table heard the man say: "Four shots of whisky, free of charge, correct?"

"Of course, Mister Grant. Drinks are always on the house for Dawson's Gang."

"Glad to hear it." He said simply, taking the drinks and making his way to the table.

The second man that walked in had made it towards one of the prostitutes, trying his best to "charm" the women by stating his wealth, and power. The patrons at the bar paid no attention to the hostility that progressed from their conversation, and everyone did their best to stay quiet as the man smacked the woman. The man who brought the whisky was quick to set them down, and pull something from his coat.

"You whore, don't you know who we are?" One yelled, grabbing the woman by the hair.

"Now didn't your daddy's teach you how to treat women?" A man that sat with the small group stood up, lighting a cigarette casually as he stepped forward, waving out the match and lifting his head up to reveal emerald green eyes under his brown hat.

"You best walk away now, stranger. She ain't worth your life." The whisky man growled. The green eyed man shook his head and laughed a bit. "Look's like they didn't. You see, women know that you have money, and power. That's why you're talkin' to them. No point in flaunting your pecker to someone who knows you have it." As he took a puff of his cigarette a few snickers were heard from the patrons, but it died down when the "womanizer" turned to face him.

"Who the hell do you think you are, talkin' to the Dawson Gang like that--"

"Henry Leopold Adams, at your service."Leo cut him off, tipping his hat to the men. A small murmur formed among the people. Obviously his name was known around these parts.

"The Coyote? What the hell are you doin' around these parts?" The Whisky man squinted at him. "You fellas haven't heard? Richard Dawson's days are numbered. We're gonna hang him high in the streets for everyone to see." The two men laughed, and Leo joined in, tipping his hat up a bit to swipe the sweat off his brow.

"You think you can walk up to two of his best men, say that, and get away with it?"

"Well, when you put it like that I reckon I do. I don't think anyone here is a particular fan of Richard Dawson, especially when you didn't give the nice bartender his payment, you slap women all over the place, and you didn't even tip the musicians for playing such a great number." He pulled out an old coin from his jacket and flipped it towards the direction of the musician playing, and in the quick instant his other hand pulled out his silver revolver, fully loaded. "Don't try nothin' fellas. Dawson claims to be a man of God, but I know you two ain't. Let's take a walk outside. My friends and I don't want to get blood on this floor."

The two other party members managed to follow Leo and the two out of the Saloon, and into the blazing sun. "My friends and I are fully equipped to dissolve any action of escape you might think of, so don't do anything stupid! Bradley Grant, one of Dawson's gang leaders, and Mister Leonard Freemont, a fellow 'priest' and lawyer for the town of Dawson... You two aren't the first we've killed to get to Dawson, and you sure as hell won't be the last. Anything you want to tell your boss when we meet 'em?"

"You think you can waltz up to a man like Richard Dawson and kill him with just three people?"

Leo turned to look at Roxanne, and then Taheton. "We're an up and comin' business group. I'm sure a few applicants will arrive before we reach Mister Dawson." Leo said casually, gun still pointed at the two men in the dirt road.

"You ain't gonna win, Coyote. And I don't think we'll be needin' those final words." Leonard Freemont said with a smile.

"Why's that, 'Father'?" All he did was point behind them, and Leo turned to see at least six men on horseback riding towards them. All in the same fancy suits Bradley and Leonard were in. "Well, shit... 'Afternoon, gentlemen!" Leo called towards them, to which they all stopped and surrounded the group.

"What seems to be going on here?" The leader on horseback called out, looking at the scene in front of him. "Oh, just a nice conversation is all. We're workin' out a little dispute--" Leo started, but was soon cut off by Bradley Grant. "That Son of a bitch is the Coyote! Kill 'im!"

With a quick shot to the chest from Leo's revolver, Bradley Grant fell to the ground, and the men stumbled to draw their weapons. Leo took this opportunity to get out of the circle, and find cover. "Looks like we got a firefight today, ladies and gentlemen!"

The hunt for Richard Dawson was officially on.