Kingfisher

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

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All fixed :)

@my Lalia

Danka! Feel free to put Brea in the CS tab. Looking forwards to seeing what she gets up to!

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

Thanks! This is my first advanced RP, but honestly its the RP there's enough structure I can build on Roy, but I'm not limited if it makes sense.

@End Here

You're doing well, so kudos! I'm scared to look back at my first advanced RP :P thank you for your kinds words about the setting, I really appreciate them :D And yeah, I get what you mean. Kind've informs the character's, without detracting from their story arcs

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

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@End Here

I'm not sure what achieved it specifically, perhaps the inner-monologue, but Roy feels very organic and three dimensional. Good job there.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

Soo.. octuplet posts are out of the question? Also for the sake of my story I'm arriving alone if thats okay.

@End Here

Yes, unless they involve large woman and WMDS, in which case I'll make an exception. And ja that's fine, as long as you back it up.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

What type of weapons are there? Like what sort of tech are we dealing with? Also do you care which order we post in? @Kingfisher

@End Here

I'll give y'all some creative liberties with this, given the sheer scope of the setting, but think a mixture of laser weapons, rail guns, and hyper-advanced equivalents of modern day bullet-firing guns.

Nah, I'm not fussed what order we post in, as long as no one quad-posts.

@Kingfisherdamn. So close to beating the IC

@Themerlinhawk

*sniff* sorry bro.

Any idea what the ETA on your CS is?

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

A dull yellow light ebbed into the apartment from the streets beyond, accompanied by the distant howling of the bloodthirsty Hunters.

“Fuck this city…” Andrew Brown said with a deep scowl.

“Andy's having depressing thoughts again!” Steven called out from his spot on the sofa.

“That’s what the fairy dust is for,” Lisa replied with a smirk, toying with her nose piercing “grind yourself another crystal.”

Andrew wadded slowly back through the cluttered mess of the apartment, turning away from the flickering city lights. A grinder and a jagged slab of rusty yellow crystal lay amongst the heap of junk which was sprawled out across the coffee table, and the tracksuit clad figure was quick to set about crushing himself a line of powder. The grinder made short work of the crystal, leaving a clump of brittle dust in its wake.

“Steve, chuck me your card.” he called over to his friend.

“Fuck off, dead beat.” he wheezed, inspecting the veins on his hand with bloodshot eyes.

“He needs it to make a line, ass-hat.” Lisa laughed.

“Oh...yeah.”

Steven tossed over a slick blue credit card, which Andrew used to scrape the fairy dust into a thread-like line of gold sprinkles. Leaning in close, he snorted the dust straight off of the glass table, feeling it shoot up into his left nostril with a gruff whizz.

The Euphoria hit him almost instantly, sweeping through every cell of his body in a swift woosh of glowing softness. His body became numb and he collapsed back onto the sofa, the dark thoughts drowned out along with the howling of wolves, replaced by a gentle humming of soft gold lights.

The slender shadows which slunk about the edges of the room began to creep forwards, dancing about and twirling into mystical shapes and patterns.

“I’m supposed to be at the docks tomorrow.” Andy said distantly, staring off into the darkness.

“You’re fucked, mate.” Lisa said with a throaty snort.

She let out a soft little giggle, and soon a wave of laughter was rippling between them all, bouncing about in warm splashes.

“Yo Andy!” Steve said wobbly “When you gonna get that ounce off Keith?”

“Oh shit, yeah..” Andy spluttered, heaving himself off of the sofa in a few shaky steps.

“Keith’s a fucking creep,” Lisa declared “one of his groupies was like fourteen.”

“Pedo or not, he’s got my ounce.” Andy shrugged, snatching up his keys before making his way out of the apartment and into the corridor, locking the door behind him.

A muffled ‘We looooooove you, Andy!’ flowed out after him.

After an eternity of swaying madly through grimy plaster hallways, Andy emerged into the howling breeze and foggy darkness of the moonlit evening. He stumbled down the sidewalk, shoddy apartment blocks running along besides him, as he fished his phone out of his trouser pocket.

“Hey, Keith…” he muttered, once he’d gotten through to his dealer.

“Sup?” Keith’s voice crackled through the phone.

“Fucking Hunters, amarite?”

“Furry fucking douchebags.”

“You still game for tonight?”

“Yeah, man” came the distorted reply “meet me in the usual place.”

“Sweet.”

There was a light mist hanging in the air when Andy came stumbling down under the bridge, his awkward steps sending a few loose pebbles tumbling into the murky canal.

“You already fucked?” Keith greeted him with a soft laugh, leaning back against the heavy stone supports of the great grimey bridge which loomed above them both.

“Maybe a little stoned...not quit fucked.”

“Whatever, dude. You’re off you face,” the dealer grinned, his wicked smile cutting like a knife into the foggy darkness “So, you got the money?”

Andy stuffed one hand into his jean pocket, ripping out a fat wad of cash.

“B-e-a-utiful.” Keith beamed greedily.

“So, there somethin’ going on with you and Lisa?” Andy asked offhandedly, as his dealer swaggered over to take the cash.

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Keith said reassuringly “everything’s fine.”

The dealer pulled something slender and sharp out of his jacket in a quick blur of speed, and before Andy had time to react there was a needle tearing into his muscular neck. He let out a frantic gasp, but then Keith pushed down on the syringe with a surprisingly firm grip, and the world seemed to speed by in a flash of vivid colours, as darkness crept in at the corner of his vision.

“Sorry, bro,” Keith said with the faintest hint of sadness ebbing at his hard voice “I gotta pay the bills.”

Andy collapsed backwards, his limbs going numb as he thudded to the floor. He landed in a splash of dirt and muddy pebbles, banging his head on the solid ground.

“If I wasn’t high I’d beat the shit out of you...” he wheezed, before the world went black around him.

*

Andrew woke up to the sight of a great big whale of a woman. She had the elfin ears and etheral eyes of a Faerie, but the rest of her was all squishy and jiggly. Her choice of attire was a sparkling black rhinestone dress, which seemed to be struggling to contain her wrecking ball of a stomach, and red hair which crackled like smouldering fire washed over her pale shoulders in regal waves of stylish splendour.

“Rise and shine, kid.” she cooed with a dark grin, flashing her worryingly sharp teeth.

His surroundings faded into existence next. Andrew sat in a darkened room, forcefully bound to an old chair by a bundle of too-tight rope which chafed and burned against his skin.

“My mind’s so fucking full of questions right now that I’m amazed I’ve managed to form a sentence,” he spluttered “I think you might have me mistaken for someone considerably more interesting.”

Nyxvira Bloodbloom gave a little smirk “I think I’ve got exactly who I’m looking for...Donato Martovanni.”

Donato’s heart sank into his chest “How’d you know?” He asked meekly.

“Someone squealed,” she shrugged “someone always squeals.”

A cold silence fell over the room, as the young Martovanni dreaded to think what the dark and twisted things the future held for him.

“I have to ask,” Nyxvira grinned smugly “why come back to Santa Somabra?”

“I was in Florence when I heard about Pappa…” Donato gazed into the fuzzy abyss of the carpeted floor beneath him “He was a tough man to love...it took me a while before I was ready to come and say goodbye.”

“You should’ve stayed in Florence.”

“No shit.”

He eventually raised his head and met her fluid gold eyes.

“So, what happens next?”

“You give me something, and in return I don’t spill the beans and laugh as this city tears you apart.” Donato had seen some hard men in his time, seven foot giants of pure iron and rage, but somehow the cold, calculating venom which dripped from the Faerie Queenpin’s words sent more of a chill down the young man’s spine than any of those steroid-guzzling thugs ever could have.

“What’s it you want, exactly?” he asked with shaky hesitation.

“Us Faeries know things,” she began “we have our networks of whisperers, and they help uncover naughty little secrets which might have otherwise gone unnoticed by certain two-headed Ogres…”

She paused for a second, letting her words hang on the air.

“Tell me everything you know about the Mithril Mine, and I might just let you walk out of here alive.”

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

@Kingfisher So are we freshly arriving on the planet, or have we traveled there on the Outlander?

@DJAtomika

Freshly arriving. The Outlander itself will make an appearance abit late.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

@Kingfisher How are we tasked of entry? Like, following the Captain, or something else?

@DJAtomika

Once everyone's char is at the Space Port we'll head back to HQ for the first mission.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

My Hider

Name: Brea Shadow

Age: 25

Previously affiliation: The Grand Sol Duchy

Description: Brea stands 5'7 with a sturdy toned frame. She has long brunette hair that she usually has up in a ponytail. Her eyes are sea green that have an intensity that let others know she is not an easy target. Her skin is a light mocha color and for the most part soft. She has many scars on her body indicating the rough life that she has had. The most notable scar is the one that is across her left eye, which has left partly blind in that eye. She wears a special eye wear to enhance her vision in that eye that's partly blind.
She is a tough girl and isn't one to be pushed around, for the most she is quiet as she doesn't like having too much drama.

Skills: Brea is a jack of all trades, she can do it all. But to say that she is amazing in all the fields of work she has done would be giving her way more credit than is necessary. She is in no way great in everything, but she tries her hardest and is a fast learner. If you need an extra pair of hands for something then Brea is one to call, as there is a good chance she has done it before.
But what she lacks is people skills, as she is not always sure how to talk to them.

Biography:
Brea was born in a mining colony on Pluto to a whore, who didn't care much for having a child. Though the planet was labelled as a mining facility, it had little resources to offer and so soon became a place of entertainment and crime.
With that said, it is easy to tell that Brea had a tough up bringing as she was raised by the community more so than her own mother. But that was how most kids on the little planet were brought up, and in truth she doesn't think her childhood was that bad. Yes she wish she had more of her mother's attention and actually knew who her father was. Any child would want those things if they were deprived of them. From an early age though she learned not to feel sorry for herself as she could of been a slave or a begger. Luckily her mother cared for her enough to at least feed and clothe her and give her a pretty name, but that was as far as her mother would go to show any kindness or affection.
When Brea turned thirteen her mother was beaten to death by a drunk client. This both enraged and devastated her, as even though her mother wasn't kind she still loved her. She wanted revenge and tried to get it by hiring a local assassin, or so claimed to be. The man took what little money Brea could offer, but instead of doing what he was payed to do he went and told the man that she wanted him dead. At hearing this the man that killed her mother laughed and thought to pay Brea a visit.
Brea was playing with a few friends when the man came around, he asked which one placed a hit on him. Without missing a beat Brea stepped forward, she was without fear, or at least appeared to be. The man smiled as he looked down at the little awkward girl who was just hitting puberty. "Bold little thing aren't ya?" He asked, though his speech was slightly slurred which made it evident that he was a little drunk. Brea didn't say anything but looked at the man with her intense green eyes, if looks could kill he would of dropped dead right then and there. The man grew annoyed, hating the way that she looked at him. He struck her with the back of his hand so hard that her little frame went flying. Her head hit hard on a dirty crumbling metal wall, pain bloomed from both sides of her face. One from being hit and the other from connecting with something sharp. She could feel a warm sticky liquid running down the left side of her face. She was confused at first as she pushed herself back up and looked back towards the man, but she couldn't see him or at least not properly. All she could see was his large form coming towards her in a rage. But he never made it to her as something from the shadows appeared, she tried to watch, to see who was helping her but she was dizzy and the pain kept her from focusing.

Next thing Brea could remember waking up on an old mat in a dark room or she thought is was dark. Whoever had taken her in had covered both her eyes in a bandage. "I wouldn't do that, you need time to heal." Came a voice that held a degree of coldness it also sounded different than a humans. She wished to see who was in the room with her, but her head still hurt and the tone of the male voice told her that she was better off just keeping the bandage on. Without saying a word she laid back and fell into a dreamless sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, all she knew was that when she woke again her bandage was repositioned so that her good eye was able to see around her. She was in a an old dirty apartment with little to no furniture. That was when she noticed a rather imposing figure sitting cross legged in the middle of the room staring at her. She stared back at the creature that was obviously not human.

She would find out later that the one that saved her was known as Shadow and he was part of the Brotherhood of Mahrl. Though he didn't care much for humans, he had seen something in the little one and so saved her from a sure death. Shadow made it clear that she was free to leave, but if she wanted he could train her to be stronger. Brea was never one to be weak and the offer to be stronger in any sense was one she couldn't resist. So she stayed.

Shadow trained the girl in everything that he knew, but it came clear early in her training that she didn't excel in any one thing. Indeed there were things that she completely failed at, but she tried and that was all he asked for. When she turned eighteen Shadow left her, there was no sobbing farewells or any show of affection, but then she was use to that. All he said when he left was that the Brotherhood of Mahrl needed him and she was ready to be on her own and that she would do well to get off the little planet as there was nothing for her there.

She stayed on the planet for a year and realized that Shadow was right, there was nothing for her there, so she took the next shuttle off. Now to say she paid to get on would be wrong, as she stole her way onto the small ship. She was only on the ship for a day (24hrs) when she was found. A fight broke out when she was found but she was quickly dispatched when the crew figured out she had trouble seeing from her left eye. The captain of the vessel was impressed with her ability to keep fighting even with the disadvantage. He kept her on the ship and offered to make her part of the crew. She accepted. When asked her name she gave it, but they wanted her last name as well. She never had a last name as her mother didn't want to have any more connection than what was needed. Brea smirked slightly as she looked at the captain, "Shadow, my name is Brea Shadow."

She didn't stay with them for long, only a few months. She then traveled around the known galaxies doing odd jobs, getting in fights, learning new things, you name it she has done it. When the offer came she was on some planet she didn't bother learning the name of. She nursing a wound she got from a brawl that most likely turn to a scar. Two men dressed in uniforms too nice to have been the locals, came and handed her a package. She opened it to find a letter written by Shadow, how did she know it was from him? She just knew. The letter told her that great trouble was coming and that she would be needed as an extra pair of hands.

She couldn't deny an old friend and teacher, she then looked up the ship name he had given her. Even though she wasn't as talented as some of the others on the ship, she was Fearless or put on a good front of being so.

@my Lalia

Accepted, although I'd ask that you change the name of Brea's Brotherhood contact from Shadow, as members of the Brotherhood would likely want to disassociate themselves with the Feral Shadow as much as possible.

Hey what kind of bio-machine integration does this setting have? found my muse btw

@Themerlinhawk

A decent degree, but nothing to space opera-esq. No living ships or anything. And I'm glad for you!

Also the IC is now up and running if peeps want to jump on-board.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

Captain Horrigan

I’ll never get used to the sight of dead children. When I was growing up, as a rosy cheeked little Martian scamp, I had the misfortune of stumbling across a few kids who’d taken a turn for the worse; and those hollow, sunken eyes have been burned into my brain ever since. I’ve seen all sorts of things that’ll make you question your faith in humanity, but it’s the dead children that keep me awake at night.

The poor little Shinarian girl lies there, her skinny body spread out across the cold steel table, gazing up at the celling with an unblinking stare. She has a cherubic prettiness to her, even amongst all this filth and grime; like a lotus flower drifting through a sea of muck.
There are these thick pink marks creeping across her neck, and her lips have gone all withered and black. Someone wanted her Essence.

“Fucking dirt bags...” I muttered to myself.

I pull my gaze away from her, my eyes wandering down to the hand cannon which sits in its holster on my belt. My guiding compass.

A girl I dated once, this redhead nurse, told me about something called ‘Quantum Immortality’. I didn’t quite understand what she was on about, but the general gist seemed to be that when we kick the bucket our brains just relocate us to another dimension, and that there’s no such thing as permanent death. Maybe there’s a dimension where this little girl is still breathing, and I’m not some washed up thug from Mars.

My eyes stay fixed on my hand cannon. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t toyed with the idea of putting a bullet in my brain and seeing if I woke up in some brand spanking new dimension. Heck, at time likes this a great big void of nothing sounds pretty comforting. But I can’t let myself start thinking like that. Shit like that never ends well.

I pull myself away, walking out of the cramped shack with the dead girl, and right into the pouring rain. I guess it’s going to be one of thosedays.

I pull my collar up, but this is one of those downpours which’ll chill you to the bone and soak you right through. My hair becomes damp straw, plastered to my forehead, and I can already feel the rain welling up in my boots. One of those days.

I place a single finger `on my earpiece, shouting to be heard over the rain.

“The tip-off was a waste. The junkies got to her first.”

“Copy that. Return to HQ” comes the muffled reply.

Stalking down grimy roads littered with bombed out houses and other derelict shitholes, the stench of industrial waste thick in my nose, it isn’t long before I bump into Zharuus.
He’s one of those Brotherhood types; a great big beast with grey skin like leather and the blackest eyes you’ve ever seen. Even in body armour he doesn’t look remotely human, what with his claws and shark teeth.

“Captain.” He growls in his gravely drawl.

“Old man.”

“Anything to report?” he asks in his usual straight-to-the-point, no-nonsense fashion.

“Just a dead little girl.”

“You’d think the young ones would’ve learnt to hide themselves, by now.” He ponders

Two kinds of people, I guess.

Gunfire rattles in the distance, cutting through the murky city air.

“Sounds like the gangbangers are at it again.”

“I’d admire their persistence if they weren’t so…breakable.”

We make our way back to HQ together, walking in silence as we focus on navigating the rubble-laden streets and gaping manholes.

Before we snuck our way into Armahford, the Golden Harpy Casino was run by one of Baelzarus VI’s many crime families, and catered to all sorts of shady pass times which went above and beyond roulette wheels. It also just so happened to be one of the most heavily fortified locations in the area, given the mob presence. War broke out between The House of Harnev and the other ‘noble’ families, and pretty soon the Golden Harpy was the only building left on this street still standing.

Our boys have decked it out with all sorts of equipment, and there’s this crazy miss-mash of wires and cables draped across the floor when Zharuus and I finally come strolling in.

“Horrigan.” Specialist Williams greets me with a sharp nod, looking up from the sentry gun he was fiddling with “Glad to have you back. Shame about the girl.”

“We should’ve been quicker.” I grumble. He ignores me.

“Change of plan; the shuttle with the new arrivals is touching down near the old space port in just over half an hour.” He announces “We need you and Zharuus over there to pick up the newbies ASAP.”

I run a hand through my wet mop of hair. “Let me change into my gear and grab a laser musket, then the Old Man and I will double time it over.”