King Cosmos

Pokémon Trainer RP

How do we feel about having a Discord for this RP?

@Crimson Flame

It'll make planning the character relationships easier.

Pokémon Trainer RP

I'm interested as well if there's still room.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Morgana Faith

Morgana stayed quiet as the others spoke, staring at the open menu in her hands but reading nothing into its contents; and not just because it was all written in German. Her mind was occupied elsewhere as she listened to everyone else’s stories, thinking about something that had been on her mind since their first briefing, a concern that only grew as everyone revealed more about themselves.

The conversation at the table fell into a lull once Xaviron had finished speaking and it took Morgana a moment to realise why. She closed the menu with a snap and placed in down in front of her. “I suppose that means it’s my turn.”

There was a pause as she decided how much she should say; not because she had anything to hide, just to keep things succinct. People who talked about themselves too much were a bore. “If you didn’t catch it earlier, my name is Morgana. I’m from Northern England originally but I haven’t been back home in a while. I joined the OMR straight out of university as a researcher and since then I’ve been working in the Department of Heretical Studies in London to… correct our notions about how magic works. My talents lie mostly in rituals and apotropaic magic; binding, sealing, warding, that kind of thing. Some healing and scrying on the side. Enchanting as well I suppose; placing spells onto objects.”

Morgana shrugged. “That’s more or less it. I was occasionally asked to consult on cases, or investigate something, when my expertise was useful, but I don’t do field work. Or I didn’t, until today. I’m not sure why I was asked to come along on this mission.” And that was the crux of the matter, the concerns that were occupying her mind. She turned toward Amanda, the person who was nominally in charge of this mission. “I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on that actually. Why was I selected? Why were any of us?”

An undercover agent, an inexperienced agent, a reservist, a mercenary, a researcher. Aside from Amanda herself none of the members on this ‘team’ seemed like the kind of people who would or should be put onto a case as important as this; a weapons smuggling group capable of long-range teleportation, who sold to people who dabbled in demonic magic and abominable artefacts, maybe even sold those kind of things themselves. They’d handled themselves well so far, but this was too important to leave to a hodgepodge team like this.

@Kumbaris

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I've got a character concept I can throw at this. I'm interested.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer

There wasn’t much reason for Sumiye to be here, truth be told; setting up a tent like this didn’t need the Chief Engineer to oversee it, acting or otherwise, or even a regular engineer. That was why she’d passed the request along to the EVA teams, yet she’d ended up coming along anyway. Her presence hadn’t been explicitly requested by the captain either, since diplomacy wasn’t exactly her forte. But since the captain was the one who dragged her out here, she wasn’t not requested to be here either.

As acting-Chief she probably should have been back at the ship monitoring and organising repairs, but there wasn’t much reason for her to be there either; her unexpected promotion meant she was spending more of her time rounding people up and reading reports than getting her hands dirty now. Farris had taken over her duties in the engine section and was doing a good job of it so far, the rest of the teams knew what they were doing without her looking over their shoulders, so unless she wanted to grab and wrench and chip in she had little to do right now.

Little to do but watch the captain and the botanist nervously converse with a creature that casually broke the laws of physics and offhandedly confessed to knowing that people meat tasted like. Sumiye should probably be a little flustered by those things as well, but this was still feeling a little too surreal right nor for the panic to have really set in yet. She just stood by, watching as Zoe fielded questions with the giant lizard in human form.

Then it was her turn and the dragon turned to face her. Sumiye stuffed her hands into her pockets at the mentioned of the discolouration on her fingertips; oil and grease tended to linger no matter what kind of soap she used and getting the stains out of her plastic hand was probably impossible. She long gotten past the point of being self-conscious of it, but having it so bluntly pointed out still felt a little uncomfortable. “I’m an engineer. That means I try and keep all these fancy things from breaking and fix them when that’s not possible.”

Now that Galmira had addressed her directly, Sumiye felt it was safe to ask a few questions of her own. She wanted to ask about the kind of technologies this world had to offer; not just out of curiosity of course, her main priority was getting the Thucydides working again and knowing what resources were available would help with that. Even if take-off was impossible, radioing for help wasn’t. It was probably too much to ask that they would know how to fix an FTL drive or have a means of long-range communication they could borrow, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t help in other ways.

Galmira had mentioned horse-drawn carts however, so she wasn’t getting her hopes up.

“The rover is powered by electricity. We use a chemical reaction to produce energy, then use that energy to drive mechanisms that make the wheels turn. That’s the simple answer at least; I could go into a lot more detail, but that’s the basic principle. As for that thing…” Removing her prosthetic hand from her pocket Sumiye indicated the heater in the corner of the tent. “Also electricity, except we’re converting that electricity into heat energy. Most devices produce heat as a waste product anyway, so it’s not that hard to make heat the main purpose.”

Was that answer enough? It felt a little basic, but given the dragons apparent lack of knowledge of these things basic was probably better than nothing. “I take it you don’t have anything like this on your world?”

@Kumbaris

Romance Dawn - A One Piece Discord RP

I'm interested in joining this.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer

Where did all of its mass go?

With everything that she had just witnessed you would assume that Sumiye would have more questions than that, more things going through her head at the discovery of sentient life on this random rock as well as the revelation that said life was both magical and apparently Indonesian. Really though, it was mostly the mystery of where the rest of the dragon had gone when it transformed into the woman that was occupying her attention right now.

Large flying lizards with the ability to speak? Nothing too strange there; nobody ever said that mammalians were the only ones who could develop sentience and while humans were still relatively new to the whole space travel things but the whole point of an exploratory mission such as this was that you expected, even hoped to find other life in the universe.

Big lizard aliens. No problem.

Inhabitants of a previous undiscovered and unexplored world looking suspiciously similar to humans and having a language similar to one of Earth’s own? Sure, that was strange… that was extremely strange, but likely had an explanation; none came to mind, but one had to exist. She remembered a time back in college, years ago now, when she had had a drunken conversation with a linguistics major about how languages developed, both in parallel to each other and separate from each other. A few more drinks in that then led to a long rambling tangent about theoretical alien languages and how they could potentially develop in such a way as to be similar to any one of the hundreds or thousands of languages present on Earth; she had been fun, and her eyes were pretty enough that Sumiye had stuck around to listen to the whole thing. Unfortunately most of her memories of that conversation and the rest of the night were lost to time and too much vodka, but the idea that it could happen was still there.

These aliens apparently spoke something close enough to Indonesian that the captain could converse with them.

The captain would continue to converse with them in fact, as she requested that Sumiye set up a meeting place for them outside the ship where they could talk. Easily achieved, though not by herself. Pulling out her screen again she quickly typed out a request to Air Officer Ilyina to request some extra hands to setup the tent and tables required; she was in charge of all things flight deck and hangar related and as such was in responsible for deploying the EVA crews assigned to help in that part of the ship right now. The EVA team could handle setting up a camp and they were really best qualified to move around in these high mountainous conditions in the first place and Ilyina would know who could be spared and who couldn’t.

“Aye, aye captain; the meeting place will be setup by the time this elder dragon arrives. Do you need me for anything else.”

@Kumbaris@DracoLunaris

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer

Sumiye hadn’t had many dealings with the captain prior to this; as a senior engineer she was fairly high up in the ships hierarchy, being nominally in charge of maintenance for the entire back quarter of the ship more or less, but as a civilian on a military vessel her place in the chain of command had always been a little fuzzy and there had simply never been a need for her to speak directly with the person in charge of it all. She answered to the chief and the chief answered to the captain; even after two and a half expeditions on this ship that layer of separation had kept their paths from crossing all too often.

It meant that Sumiye didn’t have much of a read on Captain Almira going into their meeting, with only the things Chief Gottfried had told her of the woman to base her opinions on. The chief had always had a… colourful way of speaking and a habit of blowing things out of proportion after a few drinks, so she was never really certain how much of what he had told her about the woman was true. She still wasn’t certain but there was one word that Gottfried had kept coming back to when describing their captain, a word that came up again and again any time he spoke of her and after speaking to the woman for barely ten minutes Sumiye was beginning to see why.

Almira was quite eccentric.

With a sigh Sumiye pulled the portable screen out of her overalls and opened up a voice call to her acting Senior Engineer down in the engine section. “Just so you know, those safety checks take eight hours to complete and we’ve only just restored coolant flow in that part of the ship. I’ll give you what I can, but I’m going to recommend shutting it down again after this.” This all seemed like a bit of an overreaction for a bunch of over-sized lizards, even if they did look shockingly like something out of old fairy tales. An order was an order though and this one came directly from the captain.

The device connected and the image of a red-haired woman a few years older than Sumiye was appeared on the screen. “Farris, spool up the reactor for a test run. Thirty… no, just twenty five per cent should do, no need to risk redlining it. Divert as much of the output as you can to the weapons batteries when you can.”

@Kumbaris

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Morgana Faith

“I don’t know why you’re both looking to me to guide you; I’ve never been to Frankfurt either and I don’t speak a word of German.” Spoken German anyway; Morgana had studied German magical practises and ritual formulas, of course, but that wouldn’t help them find a nice restaurant.

Morgana stepped out of the car as they reached the OMR office, placing the hat Faye had returned to her back on her head once she was free of the vehicles confines; she had activated the circuits within the brim a few times on the journey out of curiosity, but it didn’t seem to have suffered much for being activated by non-human magic. The circuits had proved to be more resilient to that sort of thing than she had anticipated.

“I’ve been to Berlin once or twice, on conferences as Amanda said, but I was too busy with work to behave like a tourist. I barely left the hotel.” In fact, she was supposed to be attending a conference here sometime in the next few months, assuming it wouldn’t be cancelled due to the current situation; a showcase of the latest work coming out of the newly opened OMR labs in Eastern Europe she believed. Hopefully it would include some research carried out in Germany as well no doubt, despite the country somewhat straddling the line between east and west; a lot of interesting work had been coming out of Germany in the past few years, most of it from the western part of the country but the eastern side had made a lot of contributions as well ever since the Iron Curtain fell. The surge of new ideas coming from behind the wall had brought with it a lot of advancements and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the country was at the forefront of modern magical innovations right now. A far cry from a few hundred years ago when all you ever heard from German mages was another story of another fool making a deal with a demon.

So many demons.

Spinning on her heel, Morgana turned to face Amanda . “Let’s just ask someone inside for a recommendation.” She glanced in Faye’s direction before turning back to the android. “Somewhere with a good dessert menu.”

@Kumbaris@13org

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer

“Oh boy; where should I start?” Rather than sit Sumiye opted to stay standing as she addressed the room, offering a brief glance to the botanist and the astronaut before focusing her attention back on the captain; despite the ominous opening line and the attention directed her way she managed to project an air on nonchalance as she spoke, a placid look on her face. A hand reached for the screen tucked into the waistband of her half open overalls, only to second guess herself and stuff both hands into her pockets instead; she knew the damaged enough to give a report without it. “Well, the good news is that there’s no threat of a reactor meltdown, so we’re not going to blow up. The bad news is that this ship is never getting off the ground.”

The acting-Chief Engineer let that sink for a moment of two before continuing. “I don’t say that because we can’t fix what’s wrong with it; the Thucydides is structurally sound, there are no hull breaches and aside from the FTL drives and the underside of the ship there’s surprisingly little damage to our key systems. Life support is still online, the main engines are fine aside from a coolant leak which has already been fixed; we’re running everything on low power just to be safe, but once we run some safety tests we’ll be able to bring things back up to full. Weapons, short-range communication, sensors… all banged up but nothing we can’t fix given enough time. She took a beating but in the grand scheme of things all we need to do is buff out the dents and give her a wax.”

A simplification of matters and an understatement of just how much work was involved, but it summed things up well enough. The Thucydides was in good shape, all things considered; the problem lay elsewhere.

“I say it because ships of this type were never designed to operate in-atmosphere. It doesn’t have the thrust-to-weight ratio to lift its own mass inside a gravity well; especially not one of near-Earth strength like this one appears to be. We’ve lost almost 40% of our manoeuvring thrusters but even if we repaired all of them and fired them all at once they wouldn’t move us an inch. The main engine is functional and once we restore coolant flow we’ll be able to power it up again, but even if we somehow managed to point this thing towards the sky the engines can’t produce enough oomph for us to take off.”

The days of erecting towers and pointing rockets at the sky to get things into space was a thing of the past, though maybe the Captain was old enough to remember those days. The Thucydides was constructed in space, piece by piece, from compartments built in dry docks like the one she used to work at, lifted into orbits by space elevators or short range transports and put together in the cold and empty vacuum of space. It had likely never even felt the touch of air on its hull before the crash; it was never intended to.

“Which brings us to our main problem; the FTL is down. The whole thing. I don’t know why and neither does anyone on its maintenance crew; I’ve already spoken to Senior Engineer Tomlinson about it. All we know is that the drive failed all at once, kicked us out of hyperspace and left us where we are. And if that wasn’t bad enough the drive is tied into the same system as our long range communications relay, so that is down as well; meaning we have no way to call for help other than to send out a regular, sub-light speed radio communication and hope someone picks it up sometime in the next few millennia.”

No Faster-Than-Light travel also meant no Faster-Than-Light communication, which was kind of a big deal considering that was how almost all communication across the vast darkness of space was conducted. Light speed was just too slow to get anything done.

“In short, we’re stranded and we have no way of sending a distress call. But, if you want to send out an expedition I can divert some more resources towards getting the hangar bay and our short-range shuttles repaired.”

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