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Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

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Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

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Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

"Sure, why not?" Par agreed to Reuben's request, "there's a spare guest room to my left; you can use it if you want." He would then turn to Rudolf, saying:

"Ah, of course, Mr. Hut has a gift for calling upon the best people he can. That said, though, if Tops' plans involve Baskervilles - I inferred that from the fact that you're interested in this matter in the first place - then the rest of us should be wary of the man." And finally, Par would turn to Ahnciel, who had reacted...badly to the presence of GG.

"You have...a bad history with biological creations?" Par questioned. "Anyway, GG here is a 'Baskerville', an artificial organic lifeform - nonsapient - created for purposes of security and companionship by Rudolf." He then mused; Ahnciel was surely an independent biological creation himself, one not created by the Gardeners of Gimloe, who treated their sapient biological creations like equals.

"Biological manipulation in the Eliza Sector is an advanced Science," Par would continue, "although in many quarters, it is taboo. Rudolf's knowledge of how to create Baskervilles was stoen from the Gardeners of Gimloe, the fourth Main Power of the Eliza Sector. The Gardeners are a faction of ecologists who sow barren worlds with life, and create new lifeforms for various purposes, some for security, others for companionship, and some to serve as equal partners."

"I'm expositing this because even though you," the 19-year old boy would stare at Ahnciel as he clung to Reuben's helmet, "are a biological creation almost as good as what the Gardeners create, your...traumatized behavior shows that you have not encountered the Gardeners at all, which in turn means that you originated with a terriary power, or...travelled here all the way from the Terran Sector, which is rumored to have advanced technology."

Turning to Rudolf again, Par continued:

"Where will you confront Mr. Tops? I, once Reuben is well, plan to join Count Jericho in attacking his establishment at Tops' Bar and Hotel."

Back to Reuben.

"Anyway, if you want to, you can go clear the corruption in your systems now. We'll have more to do later."

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

Will go see.

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Flashback Madness, Posted with GM Permission

Flashback, Six Years Ago

It was an uncharacteristically cool and windy day near the city that used to be known as Tokyo, now ruined iron skeletons with an entrance to a successor underneath the earth. The "Red-Star Corporation", one of the Ruling Companies that long ago built the Burrows, controlled these lands with an iron fist, using brainwashing and peer pressure to control their population of corporate slaves.

One man, Alexander, was in his cockpit and checking pre-launch procedure. His mission was being relayed to him over his NC's comms. The Phoenix, his NC, was in the Burrow's hangar area, which had many sub-divisions used for NC's, jets, surface-crawlers, and various other vehicles. The Mecha was fully functional and operating at maximum capacity.

Alexander waited obediently for his commands; from a young age, obdience had been drilled into him for survival and security.

The 18-year old boy was recieving readings from his Neural Combatant, all systems were go and his synchro score was at a very respectable ninety-percent. His NC maneuvered fluidly with every movement, and indeed, if the control systems weren't desensitized, it'd 'breath' and slightly twitch just as its' pilot does. He was now recieving audio feedback from his comm-links; his 'Operator' was an older fellow by the name of 'Shao-Lung', although, if the rumors were true this wasn't his real name at all.

Shao's old yet warrior-like voice began speaking, "Ah, good, all systems green? Good, good. As usual, I'll be your operator for this mission. You shall launch and rendezvous with the Third Defensive Army, specifically a battalion of infantry and main battle tanks who have been hounded by a damnable Denver-Vegas NC, identity unknown."

Alexander nodded; he was a good slave.

"I hear and obey." No bravado. Bravado was for Asians; he was an inferior European whose parents had been captured in inter-corporate struggles.

"Indeed you do; I shall tell you that Denver-Vegas, as you should know, stereotypically use heavy armor and large, revolver-like kinetic weapons. Weave through their attacks and go for the jugular."

"I will, sir," said Alexander. "They will fall before the Red Star." He then nodded again, before asking:"Am I permitted to take prisoners?" Alexander wanted to introduce others to the joys of serving their betters, as he himself had been taught.

"Mmm... If you can, drag the D-V NC back here. Whole thing." Shao added, "if the cockpit is blown to pieces, though, don't even bother. You'll be launching in... three minutes. So, any questions on the operation? More specifically, you'll escort them at low power until the D-V NC comes out to play, when it does, do what you will. If there's anything you want to get off your chest, do it now." The man laughed, "At least, if it involves the mission at hand! Kehahah."

"Nothing more, sir," Alexander said.

"Really? Strange.. strapping young lads such as yourself usually want to talk about things before you go out and rip another man's throat out." He breathed in and must've grabbed something, before setting it back down again and continuing. "Just.. traditional. Not to mention talking to another NC before you do battle. Something NC pilots always have done, always will I presume."

"You 'Pluggers' sure are a weird bunch with all those little unwritten rules. So, which of them do you know anyway, if any of them?"

"Master," spoke Alexander, "I know nothing, except that I should not talk about matters not my ken." Shao seemed to chuckle at that.

"Well... if I'm your master, you have my permission. How else do you burn away ignorance aside from correcting it as it comes?"

"Thank you, master," said Alexander. "So...if I may ask, what are the unwritten rules?"

"Well, the most major ones, you're just meant to open up comms with any other NC you meet, even enemies. You don't see them aboslutely every day, and oftentimes even NC's on different sides of the same war are nearly friends. Indeed, one of my previous pilots, was a confidant for one in Paragon. He didn't tell me what secrets he knew, but he wasn't the type to lie about things such as that. Even masterless NC's such Who Dropped the Soap, Sineater, Love's Embrace, and especially Little-Wings deserve that respect."

"Sir!" shouted Alexander, "such indiscretion is allowed?!"

"Yes, actually."

"And, who is Little-Wings?"

"Old friend of mine, very respected. A great and honourable warrior,", he attained an air of nostalgia, "I wish he was on our side. I haven't seen him in years, but if you do meet him, tell him I send my regards?"

"I will give him all my respect as well, Master, and yes," said Alexander.

"Oh, another thing, it's simply customary to refer to yourself as your NC's codename while on the field of battle; something about respecting the machine. Aside from those two big points, I suppose the unwritten rules aren't set in stone."

"Thank you, sir, Phoenix out?" Alexander sought approval.

Shao-Lung laughed, giving the wanted approval, "Good, you're presentable as a student!", he snorted before going back to being somewhat more serious. "In any case, now's the time. Commence launching procedures, the hangar is already lifting."

The floor the NC was on began slowly rising, as the ceiling opened up, door after door sliding upwards to allow the slowly moving elevator towards the surface. Alexander readied himself, ready to make his master proud.

The Phoenix and its' pilot soon reached the surface, and a 'destination pointer' could be seen in Alexander's vision, showing him the way. "Alright, I'll try and mark things of note, too. I can't do this often; there's infrastructure necessary to do things like that. Consider it an occasional homefield advantage!"

"Thank you, sir!" Alexander said, before zooming off. He went at speeds that would be too dangerous for anyone that didn't have his sync level; his NC, due to its' focus on maneuverability and speed, quickly reached a mighty respectable top speed of almost 1500 meters per second, after a few moments of accelerating.

Once Alexander felt himself close enough to the people he was supposed to rendezvous with, the 18-year old boy slowed himself down so as not to injure any of them with a sonic boom when he finally halted. The Phoenix was currently in a 'cruise mode', and in combat, couldn't reach speeds such as this easily, if at all; in 'combat mode' it would hover around 900. Still, the quickly moving NC reached the operational zone quite soon enough, and began slowing down 20 kilometers out; already seeing signs of battle and indicators 'planted' by his Operator to tell him things

The Phoenix was hailed by an unknown contact, and while that was connecting his Operator gave him some info as Alexander began following the movements of the enemy mech, trying to detect said enemy's sync rate.

"Damn, I've heard of this man; Nathaniel I think is his name, he knows what he's doing, for the most part. The same tactic of 'dodge and charge' applies, though. Just get close and start ripping parts off, you'll be fine."

Alexander nodded, then opened comms to Nathaniel. "Hello! New Pilot here!" he said. "I was told to open comms before battle, so I'm doing that?"

The NC was a big, heavily armored brute and held two rifles in the hands, firing slug after slug at Red-Star tanks and shooting head-mounted smallarms to take out infantry units. He was finishing up if anything, though. Seems like the scattered remnants of Defense Brigade 3 won't be of much help.

Nathaniel scoffed, "This is Sixshot, you're fucking with me? First thing you say is that you have no idea what you're doing?". He was a younger man himself, although not as much. Obviously more experienced, and cynical.

"That's either an amusing little truth", the young man seemed to get his hopes up, "Or you're trying to screw with my head before we even start?"

"I know how to fight; I just don't know how to talk to anyone who's not master or fellow slave!" Alexander spoke, before rushing at Sixshot, then doing a roll in the air that would take him to the enemy VC's left, while the Sixshot destroyed one last threatening MBT and focused his attention on the Phoenix.

Sixshot fired a few heavy battle rifle rounds but they found no purchase; the Phoenix dodged the attacks and slid across the sand to the Sixshot's side, a perfect position to slice something off. Phoenix obliged, moving to claw off one of Sixshot's rifles.

The Sixshot tried to bat away the Phoenix's large, thermal claw yet couldn't in time. The unit's left battle rifle was torn in half nearly immediately, but the heavily armored NC dashed backwards and opened up podules on its' shoulders and knees, revealing many smaller-caliber guns. Right before firing, Shao-Lung only managed to scream:

"DODGE, NOW!" before the Sixshot pulled the trigger. Alexander shot up, towards the sky!

The Sixshot's close-range buckshot barrage came a second too late as the Phoenix flew upwards; in response, the enemy NC boosted backwards, making some notable distance and giving it ample opportunity to pull out a thick, folding blade from a holster on the NC's hip. "Close-range, huh? I've got the advantage, mook."

Shao-Lung commented "I think it's obvious that's a bluff, press-on!"

This time, the Phoenix zig-zagged towards the enemy, moving so fast it seemed like a flash-step, before rolling towards the right, then moving up, in order to claw at the shoulder.

The red close-combat NC quickly moved towards its opponent, rolling and landing to the right of the Sixshot before going in straight to the shoulder. The heat-assisted reinforced claw went straight through, then embedded itself in the shoulder. Pulling back out, it brought the Sixshot's entire right arm with it. Pressing his advantage, Phoenix threw the Sixshot's arm at the mech's head!

While Nathaniel was crying out in anguish, the Phoenix tossed the siege-ready NC's own arm right at the head, making it stumble and lose any balance it once had, falling flat on its' ass for now. Phoenix then put his microwave gun hand on the cockpit to force a surrender.

Nathaniel coughed. "Fuck.. how embarassing. Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Alexander Sky, new pilot of the Phoenix VC. I'm 18-years old. I'm European, my parents were captured by the Red Star."

"...Well, gee-", Nathaniel paused, in pain, "I need a fucking lifestory."

"How old are you?"

"That's the first question you fucking ask?" Nathanial spat, "Weirdo.."

"The rest can be asked back in base," spoke Alexander, "It's a security risk to ask questions while in the open," he continued, using his other arm to remove the mech's weapons.

Shao-Lung stopped that train. "I believe you should start packing him up for storage, or whatever you deem necessary.". Alex's Master seemed to be happy, "Damn, you did that flawlessly, and your first try against another NC? I do hope this isn't a fluke!"

"Thank you, sir!" Alexander almost chirped.

"Good Job, if I say so myself. Rest easy when you come back, you certainly earned such."

"You heard that, Nathaniel!" spoke Alexander, having finished taking away the mech's weapons, before beginning to drag him back to the base. "And thanks, master!"

And with that, Alex began moving on, saying to Nathaniel: "You'll be disarmed and brought to The Room, where the Masters will make you obey! Then depending on how good you do, you'll either work in the mines, or if you're really good, even work with me!"

When the Phoenix returned with a prize, the Hangar was already prepared for it when he came back. Men in uniform got Nathanial out and handcuffed, before bringing him to deeper into the Burrow's bowels to be interrogated, or even indoctrinated. As for Alexander, he was given approval by his Operator, and was sent back to his own quarters.

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Name Alexander Sky

Appearance

Picture

Age 24

Personality Alexander is embittered and cynical, as well as someone who feels guilt over crimes he committed in his old life, back when he was brainwashed - said crimes involve sending a captured 16-year old pilot to be tortured and enslaved just after his first mission, an action repeated many times in his career as a corporate slave. Even now, he is skeptical of New Anchorage's intentions, as well as its prospects of being a world power; he can see how power can corrupt even the most well-meaning, as well as the odds stacked against the settlement. However, he resents the corporations, especially Red-Star, more, and is willing to work for New Anchorage because it really is a better alternative.

Backstory Alexander Sky's parents were Europeans from Paragon or Volkov who had been captured by Red-Star in inter-corporate struggles, and enslaved (not that they weren't slaves already). Forced to breed in captivity, they concieved Alexander, who, from a young age, was, yes, precociously intelligent, but also obedient, with a submissiveness enhanced through brainwashing that began from a young age (six or so). He was taught that he was an inferior being due to his European origins as well as his parents' prior opposition to Red-Star, and that the only way he can make up for his inferiority is to obey his masters in all things, including piloting an NC one day against the enemies of Red-Star.

One day, he got that chance, being given an NC called the Phoenix, which he customized to his specifications; his first taste of freedom. Piloting it through several missions where he served the Red-Star faithfully, capturing many pilots to share his fate of enslavement, while at the same time...doubt grew in his mind, doubt that he was doing the right thing. Even 'remedial' brainwashing seemed to delay the onset of the doubts only slightly, but as his successes grew, Red-Star decided to use Alexander for as long as possible, then kill him once he was no longer useful and take his mech to give to another. But not even they can count on the speed with which their 'pet' pilot just...snapped.

One day, on one of his last solo missions, a solo mission intended to be a suicide operation, Alexander vanished. His tracking devices just no longer worked, his mech no longer sent in comms, to everyone, the only proof that he wasn't dead were the fact that they never found the mech or his corpse, as well as a message of apology he sent his former Operator, a message that said:

I am sorry, but I realize now, that I cannot be a slave anymore, that freedom and independence, although they carry risks, are sweet for those who would hold on to them. That I no longer want to serve Red-Star and make war for them. I want to fight for myself now, no one else. You have been a kinder person than my other masters, but I want no master now, no one to bind me.

Rumors would appear of Alexander acting as an Independent, attacking Red-Star assets as a mercenary. In time, however, his first true concrete appearance would be at New Anchorage, offering his services as a pilot in exchange for sanctuary...

Weakest Skills Making important decisions on his own, long-term planning, impulse and emotional control.

Strongest Skills Piloting NCs, History, Chinese, Japanese, and English, as well as First Aid and some Physical Combat and Firearms.

Notes Alexander is Bisexual, but this will be rarely explored, as this is an Action RP.

Alexander's Theme Song

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Appearance:
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Body Type: Bipedal-Hover.
Type of NC: Assault
Equipment & Armaments: Anti-laser/sensor Chaff launchers, wheeled feet. Weapons: Righthand Thermal-claw gauntlet, Heatray, Armor-piercing grappling hook, Left-arm internal SMG

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NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Name Alexander Sky

Appearance

Picture

Age 24

Personality Alexander is embittered and cynical, as well as someone who feels guilt over crimes he committed in his old life, back when he was brainwashed - said crimes involve sending a 16-year old pilot to be tortured and enslaved just after his first mission, an action repeated many times in his career as a corporate slave. Even now, he is skeptical of New Anchorage's intentions, as well as its prospects of being a world power; he can see how power can corrupt even the most well-meaning, as well as the odds stacked against the settlement. However, he resents the corporations, especially Red-Star, more, and is willing to work for New Anchorage because it really is a better alternative.

Backstory Alexander Sky's parents were Europeans from Paragon or Volkov who had been captured by Red-Star in inter-corporate struggles, and enslaved (not that they weren't slaves already). Forced to breed in captivity, they concieved Alexander, who, from a young age, was, yes, precociously intelligent, but also obedient, with a submissiveness enhanced through brainwashing that began from a young age (six or so). He was taught that he was an inferior being due to his European origins as well as his parents' prior opposition to Red-Star, and that the only way he can make up for his inferiority is to obey his masters in all things, including piloting an NC one day against the enemies of Red-Star.

One day, he got that chance, being given an NC called the Phoenix, which he customized to his specifications; his first taste of freedom. Piloting it through several missions where he served the Red-Star faithfully, capturing many pilots to share his fate of enslavement, while at the same time...doubt grew in his mind, doubt that he was doing the right thing. Even 'remedial' brainwashing seemed to delay the onset of the doubts only slightly, but as his successes grew, Red-Star decided to use Alexander for as long as possible, then kill him once he was no longer useful and take his mech to give to another. But not even they can count on the speed with which their 'pet' pilot just...snapped.

One day, on one of his last solo missions, a solo mission intended to be a suicide operation, Alexander vanished. His tracking devices just no longer worked, his mech no longer sent in comms, to everyone, the only proof that he wasn't dead were the fact that they never found the mech or his corpse, as well as a message of apology he sent his former Operator, a message that said:

I am sorry, but I realize now, that I cannot be a slave anymore, that freedom and independence, although they carry risks, are sweet for those who would hold on to them. That I no longer want to serve Red-Star and make war for them. I want to fight for myself now, no one else. You have been a kinder person than my other masters, but I want no master now, no one to bind me.

Rumors would appear of Alexander acting as an Independent, attacking Red-Star assets as a mercenary. In time, however, his first true concrete appearance would be at New Anchorage, offering his services as a pilot in exchange for sanctuary...

Weakest Skills Making important decisions on his own, long-term planning, impulse and emotional control.

Strongest Skills Piloting NCs, History, Chinese, Japanese, and English, as well as First Aid and some Physical Combat and Firearms.

Notes Alexander is Bisexual, but this will be rarely explored, as this is an Action RP.

Text Color Default.

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Appearance:
vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/codegeass..

Body Type: Bipedal-Hover.
Type of NC: Assault
Equipment & Armaments: Anti-laser/sensor Chaff launchers, wheeled feet. Weapons: Righthand Thermal-claw gauntlet, Heatray, Armor-piercing grappling hook, Left-arm internal SMG

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

_{- - - - (Personal Details)}
First Name: Paradise 'Par'
Last Name: Rapids
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Diver's Paradise
Appearance:

Personality: Par looks like someone motivated to make a quick buck, and most of the time, that much is true. He likes gold coins/water whatever you can pay him, and is often out for the most profitable trade deals. He's also 'fond of' people of both genders. But, underneath it all, there is a dedicated, somewhat idealistic person who genuinely believes in the power of free and fair - emphasis on fair - trade and genuinely honest living, a power that, he believes, can rebuild civilization in a better form.

History: Paradise 'Par' Rapids was born in Diver's Paradise, as the son of Arthur and Miranda Rapids, two Divers who had moved into No Man's Land from the Republic of Teknoh. As soon as he can walk, Par was given as good a childhood as one can get in No Man's Land, but not to the point where his training was skimped on, for his parents knew that Par was going to have to survive on his own one day, and he needed to be taught how to survive. Thankfully, Par, though physically weak, was a swift learner, especially in the merchant arts, and while he had little magical potential, he was a skilled Machinist. Eventually, at 13, he began heading out with his parents in adventures in No Man's Land, growing in skill after every encounter.

Then came calamity. One day, while exploring a potential Arcane Node, Par and his family were attacked by a Chimera, the three-headed kind. This creature had a Lion's head that roared so hard the family's ears were almost deafened, a Goat's head that whispered surprisingly cunning strategies, and a Dragon's head that breathed fire. Eventually, Par's parents were killed while trying to save their son, who was 16 at that time. But the Chimera took pity on the boy, now reduced to first anger, then tears and fear...before flying him to an easier way to the potential Arcane Node.

This was because the Chimera 'merely' wanted the humans out of its territory, and realized too late that it could have given them what they wanted - a way to the Arcane Node - without resorting to violence. Par, although he was grieving, never forgot that moment, and gained a sense that, perhaps, there were conflicts that were more complex than people thought.

Now, however, older and wiser, Par runs a Machinist's Shop at Diver's Paradise, while at the same time going out for Diving Expeditions on his own and with others. Unlike the rest of the Divers, he is against the Survey Initiative not because of a desire for continued freedom, because his encounter with the Chimera had ingrained in him that the motivations of all sides of a conflict had to be considered, but because he sees something sinister in this new move by the Quadra-Powers, a sinister move that, quite frankly, stank of something that would impact the Quadra-Powers' citizens as well as the Divers. And if he's wrong, then, well, he can just change his mind about sabotaging the Initiative; he can always do that, although he would loathe it...

Occupation: Diver

_{- - - - (Power Matrix)}
Primary Focus: Arcane
Magical Capabilities:

-The Creation and Repair of Magical Weapons; Guns and Explosives first and Foremost.
-The Repair and Assembly of Magical Vehicles.
-The creation of Power Armor.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:

- Two Pistols that can shoot rounds of Pure Mana in order to blast through most defenses.
- A Sniper Rifle that shoots Mana.
- A knife for silent killing.
- Mana Grenades.
- Magical Plastic Explosives.

Specialties:

-Business
-History
-Acrobatics
-Guns (Magical and theoretically, Mundane)
-Explosives (Magical and theoretically, Mundane)
-First Aid
-Persuasion

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

@tex, Will make required edits.