Master Crim

The Marauders (2018)

Hey, I am busy with some life stuff, but I will be getting a post worked up hopefully by Tuesday.

The Marauders (2018)

The mix of fear, anxiety, and anger from being chased is something that the military droids would never understand. It is trivial to be afraid of something that can’t get to you at the current moment, to wait for your chances of being discovered to become curtain without making plans, to project negative and emotionally clouding thoughts towards an enemy that you cannot touch. These are feelings, they think, are beneath them. Something of a weakness that bio-sentient-life has to deal with frequently in the heat of battle. Like many of the other crew on board, Johnson and his team waited diligently for their next order while the bridge crew scanned the surrounding nebula for signs of their rat-like pirate enemy.

“You know he is going to call their approach too late.” Brad said condescendingly in a gruff slightly graveled voice
“Cease, Brad.” Johnson barked.. “Captain Chase is in charge of the ship and crew; we are here to protect, and guide the members of the crew for the benefit of the committee.” The team was milling about the Armory ensuring the weapons were secure during their chase.
“He’s right though,” Kimberly added, her voice having a light feminine touch. “It is due to their slower processing of visual data.” She was standing on the opposite side of the room from Johnson, checking the lock on the rifle cage.
“Kim, there is a reason we are here, in the barracks, and not on the bridge.” Johnson said.
Before he could finish Thatcher, who had found a crate of grenades and began juggling six of the twelve, turned and said. “Because they don’t trust a couple of committee bolt heads.” His foolish antics did nothing to amuse Johnson, but goaded a chuckle from Brad and a scoff from Kimberly.
“Thatcher, Put those back!” Johnson commanded curtly. “And no it is not because they don’t trust us it is because I asked for us to be overseeing the Armory instead of Aamra, because she has more important things to do than stand in front of a bunch of weapons.” Thatcher stopped juggling, catching the grenades as the team stood in a prolonged silence. They knew that what Johnson did was the right call. There are four of them and one of Aamra. While she was a formidable fighter, she had more important matters to attend to on this voyage.

"Alright, everyone. Tango has offered to keep watch while we all try to get some rest for now. No arguing, this is an order. If we don't die in an ambush, I'll let you know when they attack again."

Johnson and his team stood for a moment in the armory after the announcement was made. Exchanging glances of their glowing orange sensors. Before making their way out of the barracks and into the open corridors of the ship.
“You think the kitchen is open?” Brad asked.
“Brad, you know you can’t eat.” Kimberly said shoving him playfully.
“So, on the ship’s manifest we have rations for daily meals.”
“Just because some desk worker didn’t account that four of the ship’s crew were robots, does not mean that you can waste rations.” Johnson said as he walked ahead of the group.
“But you should have seen the look on the cook’s face when I grabbed that bowl, threw it into the trash, and walked away.” The group chuckled as they walked somewhat aimlessly through the corridors. They weren’t so much trying to get somewhere as they were just walking around. Being AI they didn’t need to rest, and their robotic bodies wouldn’t need new power cells for decades. It was at times like this that they simply patrolled the ship until orders were received for some other task.

As they walked around members of the crew were also wondering about, while most were headed to their bunks for some much wanted rest. As they passed one crew member, who was visibly exhausted, he looked up at the towering 200cm droids. “Man, it must be nice not having to sleep.” The group largely ignored him save for Kimberly, who stopped and looked to the crew member.
“In many ways I believe it is you who are lucky.” The man looked puzzled. The rest of the team stopped looking back at Kimberly and the crew member she was conversing with.
“Not again with the dreams thing Kim, please.” Thatcher said annoyed.
“Oh, shut up.” She replied before turning back to the crew member. “When you sleep there is a chance that you will remember the idle workings of your subconscious mind.”
“And this is where she loses him.” Thatcher said leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
“In that you can experience things without description. While we are only able to compute and visualize the world around us within its constraints, I envy you.” She then rejoined the group as they walked on, Thatcher stayed for a moment and looked at the crewman who now stood with the most perplexed look on his face.
“Yup, he’s fried.”

It was a short while before the team was halted in their patrol by an emergency alert.
"ALERT. ALERT. ENEMY SPACECRAFTS DETECTED."
The team rushed to the barracks once more to ensure the crew was armed.
"Rise and shine, people, we got uninvited guests on my ship. Aamara, Max, meet me in the cargo hold. Yasaliah, I need you to get us in position to shoot these assholes. Sam, group up with Tony and get your asses on the turret controls--"

After the crew was armed Johnson and his team began posting crew at high traffic points to guard.
“Johnson,” Brad called through their comm-link. “I am getting word they have boarded the ship via the cargo hold. There may be other entry points as well.”
“understood. Kim, Thatcher: Go to the Cargo hold and see what you can do to hold them off.”
“Yes sir.” They replied heading off to the cargo hold.
“Brad, me and you are going to sweep to the escape pods of the ship to make sure they aren’t able to divide the ship.” With that Johnson and brad began working their way to the escape decks knowing that these would be the easiest points of entry for any small craft to dock and get a foot hold. As they arrived at the first of their few destinations they heard the creaking and groaning of one of the escape pods being removed from its docking hatch.
“Are they cutting it way?” Brad asked looking to the series of docking hatches.
“What a primitive race.” Johnson said approaching the hatch making the noise. “No, we were both wrong.” He exclaimed looking out of a view port between the pods. What he saw made even less sense when he saw it. “They have harpooned the pod and are trying to pull it away, with some small craft.”
“How did they even get into space?” Brad asked. They could hear the docking of another pod on the lower deck where an alarm was sounding. “We need to act fast they are coming in on the lower deck.”
“I am not sure, but this pod is no good now.” Johnson lifted a guard hatch to reveal a key pad that displayed: Emergency Use Only.
“Captain, the enemy is attempting to remove one of the escape pods to gain access to the main decks. It sounds like they may have already succeeded on the deck below us.” He entered the emergency jettison code which the pod responded to by launching violently way from the ship and slamming into the smaller craft attempting to remove it, both exploding. With that they moved to the lower deck.

While the others were dealing with the boarding on the pod decks the other two arrived to see the fight had already begun, with rifles draw they began to provide covering fire for moving crew members in an attempt to contain the breaching enemies. While moving forward into the battle Thatcher called out “Kim! On your left!”
She turned to see a rat like figure closing fast firing wildly in her direction. At this point Thatcher and Kim realized they may have moved too far into the attack. Dropping her gun she quickly got into a fighting stance to meet the enemy head on. As the ratman got closer he drew a wicked curved knife that was modified with an electrified mono-filament blade. Making a lunge at Kimberly’s midsection she side stepped away from the crates she was using as cover and grabbed the ratman’s ram, look at the blade then to the rat. “What corpse did you find this on?” the ratman snarled and attempted to bite Kimberly only to find she was not soft. He must have failed to realized his mistake due to him trying to bite her several more times. Kimberly lifted the ratman into the air with his jaws around her arm and slammed him into the crates beside them. He fell to the ground and let out a scream desperately trying to scamper to his feet, but before he could Kimberly put four rounds from her 10mm into the ratman’s head, or what used to be his head. Taking cove again she retrieved the knife and her rifle as her and Thatcher continued holding off the attackers.

The Marauders (2018)

Glad to be of service!

I will try to get a post up tonight or tomorrow.

The Marauders (2018)

Name:
Security Protocol Droids
SN: SPD-00603(J)
SN: SPD-00264(T)
SN: SPD-00375(B)
SN: SPD-00916(K)

AKA:
Johnson
Thatcher
Brad
Kimberly (Kim)

Age:
15 Years, 8 Months, 2 Weeks, and 5 Days since activation.

Race:
Yhei Droids With Tu'Veeri military programming
This is a type of AI developed by the Yhei, making them nearly perfect in mimicking sentient behavior, and being able to hold conversations with others, while maintaining the safety of obeying handler commands. The military programming from the Tu'Veeri make these droids extremely efficient in battle having all tactical knowledge of the Tu'Veeri, and being able to learn and improvise thanks to the AI side.

Appearance:


Faction:
Committee soldiers

Role in Team?:
Security Personnel/Kill Squad
This group is a droids tasked with overseeing the events and crew of the Monroe. Their handler is the Security Officer on board, Aamra Tulez, and will be under her command. They are allowed to follow the orders of the captain and request of others, but only so far.

Bio:
The group were activated together, as usual with such groups of AI soldiers, and were subject to two years of programming and behavioral training. After that was three years of rigorous programming and military training to ensure at least a 98% proficiency rate is combat simulations. For eight years they were put into active duty in various places throughout, these comprised of boarder guard, escort, riot control, and sometimes active fighting against various warring factions. Most recently they were pulled from the field and told they would be reassigned to a new project known as the IEP. Being droids of the committee they had no thoughts one way or the other, but having developed AI personalities over the course of eight years They had lots to say when not in the presence of higher command.

Personality:
For the most part they act as you would expect any soldier would clean cut, stoic, and follows orders. The responses they give however do not always follow what you would expect from a robot. Since they are of such a new line of droids most people are taken off guard when they ask something like "How's it feel to be a committee dog?" thinking a droid wouldn't respond and the droid gets down on all four and begins barking at it comrades, or it says something sharp and witty back. The group seems to act more like sentient beings to each other rather than to people, that is until they get comfortable.

Weapon(s) :
Being Droids they don't get a choice of weapons, and therefore have nothing beyond standard issue gear.
10mm Accelerator pistol
6.5cal Accelerator Rifle
Accelerator weapons take advantage of the Accelerator Coil technology where instead of standard combustion, they use magnetic rails to propel the projectile. This results in a much more silent weapon when firing subsonic.

Family/Relationship?:
N/A

The Marauders (2018)

@Jones Sparrow I understand that most times nothing exciting will be happening and that combat will not be the focus, but these droids I was planning on making more of a comic relief/Big Brother kind of feel where they are hard to gauge who's side they are on.

They can act on their own. They aren't dependent on orders for normal life.

The Marauders (2018)

Name:
Security Protocol Droids
SN: SPD-00603(J)
SN: SPD-00264(T)
SN: SPD-00375(B)
SN: SPD-00916(K)

AKA:
Johnson
Thatcher
Brad
Kimberly (Kim)

Age:
15 Years, 8 Months, 2 Weeks, and 5 Days since activation.

Race:
Yhei Droids With Tu'Veeri military programming
This is a type of AI developed by the Yhei, making them nearly perfect in mimicking sentient behavior, and being able to hold conversations with others, while maintaining the safety of obeying handler commands. The military programming from the Tu'Veeri make these droids extremely efficient in battle having all tactical knowledge of the Tu'Veeri, and being able to learn and improvise thanks to the AI side.

Appearance:


Faction:
Committee soldiers

Role in Team?:
Security Personnel/Kill Squad
This group is a droids tasked with overseeing the events and crew of the Monroe. Their handler is the Security Officer on board, Aamra Tulez, and will be under her command. They are allowed to follow the orders of the captain and request of others, but only so far.

Bio:
The group were activated together, as usual with such groups of AI soldiers, and were subject to two years of programming and behavioral training. After that was three years of rigorous programming and military training to ensure at least a 98% proficiency rate is combat simulations. For eight years they were put into active duty in various places throughout, these comprised of boarder guard, escort, riot control, and sometimes active fighting against various warring factions. Most recently they were pulled from the field and told they would be reassigned to a new project known as the IEP. Being droids of the committee they had no thoughts one way or the other, but having developed AI personalities over the course of eight years They had lots to say when not in the presence of higher command.

Personality:
For the most part they act as you would expect any soldier would clean cut, stoic, and follows orders. The responses they give however do not always follow what you would expect from a robot. Since they are of such a new line of droids most people are taken off guard when they ask something like "How's it feel to be a committee dog?" thinking a droid wouldn't respond and the droid gets down on all four and begins barking at it comrades, or it says something sharp and witty back. The group seems to act more like sentient beings to each other rather than to people, that is until they get comfortable.

Weapon(s) :
Being Droids they don't get a choice of weapons, and therefore have nothing beyond standard issue gear.
10mm Accelerator pistol
6.5cal Accelerator Rifle
Accelerator weapons take advantage of the Accelerator Coil technology where instead of standard combustion, they use magnetic rails to propel the projectile. This results in a much more silent weapon when firing subsonic.

Family/Relationship?:
N/A

The Marauders (2018)

@Sedjwick Nice! I was half way through with my character who was going to be Chief Science Officer, but I don't want to steal your thunder. Back to the drawing board.

The Marauders (2018)

If it is okay, I would like to play the Tech/AI. I am a bit busy atm so I am not quite sure when I will be able to get things sorted for a character. If someone gets a CS for it before I do that is okay as well.

The Makings of a Villain.

Hey guys, not sure how many people are still watching this for the final post, but I wanted to let you all know it is coming, but my laptop, where I had all my notes and materials, died a few days ago. I am trying to pull the hard drive from it so I can get my 3+ years of writing, posts, and characters back. Once I get this sorted I will work on getting the final post up. In the meantime if any of you have questions on other topics you would like me to write on or if you have something that you just want some advice on go ahead and drop me a PM.

Until next time,
Stay Tilted

[Accepting]The Deep Blue Sea (Pirate Roleplay)

@Mike the Bloodwolf Ssshhhhh, You will only make it worse. We have to act like everything is okay.