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3 yrs ago
Current I am still on RPG, so do feel free to message me. Just don't have the time or energy to actually join any RP's right now. Focusing on a LOT of other projects, including getting into Audio Drama.
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5 yrs ago
Computer is back, yay. I can post again :)
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5 yrs ago
Computer is getting some much needed maintenance. Will be slow posting for the next week or 2.
6 yrs ago
Sorry for disappearing for 2 months. Life kinda went to shit and RPG was pushed to the back of my mind.
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7 yrs ago
Computer is broke AGAIN. Dog jumped on me when I had a glass of water in my hand, but some of it leaked in. Posts are going to be slow for the next week.
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Name and Rank: Lieutenant-Commander Nalaar Jorel

Age: 34

Race/Species: Cardassian-Bajoran hybrid

Description: surprisingly enough, Jorel looks very much Cardassian. Whereas most of the Bajoran War Orphans look very much different. This is most likely due to his Mother being Cardassian, rather than the usual mother being Bajoran. His forehead "spoon" and ridges and neck look very much Cardassian, but he has a few telltale signs that give it away. Chief among these are the blotches of pink skin all over his body, and the wrinkles at the bridge of his nose.

He is approximately 6'3 with a fairly muscular build. He has crew-cut, black hair and a black muttonchop moustache.

Career History: All over Bajor, people talk about the Cardassian Occupation. When they do, they talk about the hundreds, if not thousands of women that were either raped and/or made into comfort girls for the soldiers based at Bajor. Most forget the female officers that took a number of men to be their consorts. Gul Takaar was one such officer. Indeed, this should have been of note. Women were scientists, achedemics, not warriors. They weren't actively discouraged or banned, but not exactly encouraged either. Naturally, she was a woman driven by a love for Cardassia, a true believer in "The Never-Ending Sacrifice" naturnaturally, this meant she had a strong instinct to produce Children. She already had a husband and several children back on Cardassian, but, like the men of her order, she felt the needs that the local Bajorand could scratch.

Nalaar Rebann, a hand from a farm under her jurisdiction, relatively young, strong and oh, so very helpless before the Gul's feminine wilds, quickly found himself a live-in servant to her. Of course, his oppression was just as severe as the others. Whilst pregnant, she only saw him, telling him that should he betray her, she would leave him begging for death. This isn't to say that she didn't have any feelings for him, because that wasn't true. She did, however, stand to lose everything should this come out in public. Jorel was born to a pair of happy parents, she quickly managed to spin this to her favour. The resistance had recently ambushed and killed a number of Cardassian soldiers. She picked one of the young officers from that group, one without a wife or children, and proclaimed Hotel to be his son with a Bajoran woman that had been at her compound, but had killed herself in an attempt on the Gul's life. She took Jorel out to the public and told them that she was here to help the people and to prove it, she would adopt the baby of the woman that had tried to kill her, rather than sending him to an orphanage, for she was no monster, but a friend to Bajor.

Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.

((Not finished, but phone is about to die. Will finish later.))
@Jbcool JJverse was 2 movies of nothing but "Please let me make Star Wars?!?!?!?" Beyond is the Peggverse, which is a movie about "Look guys, Star Trek can have awesome action setpieces and still fit with the continuity. Look it's the NX-01, everyone loves that... What do you mean we aren't allowed to have an evil Enterprise Captain...? Well fuck! U.S.S. Franklin, which is an NX-class. Everyone loved Enterprise, season 4... And to a lesser extent 3..."

Colour me interested in option 2. Are we going to be allowed to make our own episodes, or are you going to be the one making them?
Gregorio looked the people up and down. Most were human, except the one that talked to them, this "Odo" character. Although their uniforms were strange, Gregorio could only assume that these people were Space Forces. "My name is Gregorio Stensia. I apologize," He began "I had no idea that this was a Space Forces installation. We were under the impression it was Outlaw territory. Well, it is always a pleasure to be here, can you tell me, who is the CO of this station, I still have a few friends from my days in the Federations proud navy." He smiled at Odo. Meanwhile, Malla put her head close to If I, sniffing his face.

"You look funny. You're not human." Gregorio shot her a look that might have melted the back of her skull, had he been as powerful as Lance.

"I apologize. This is my wife, Malla, she means Well, but you know how Ctarl-Ctarl are. Blunt and subtle as a Munchausen reactor overload." He tried to smile again, but now he was embrassed. Luckily, they were saved by a member of the Trafalgars crew, a Silgrian, fetching their weapons to take back to the ship. Lance kept his staff.

"My leg isn't very good," he explained "I need this to walk." As the crew of the Odyssey told them of their ability to help, he looked at their uniforms. Much closer to those of the Space Forces he remembered.

"What do you mean 'Our technology is closer to yours' we, besides the good chief and my wife, are all human?" He was puzzled, but that could wait until their shop was spaceworthy again. "Alright, I'll show you to our Engine room, our chief engineer is Lorgon, I know our species don't see eye-to-eye, but trust me, you won't find a better engineer." He then turned around. "Lance, meet with the station commander. Find out all of the technicals. Star-charts, docking fee's, resupplies, the works. And Malla," The Ctarl-Ctarl turned to him "Please try to behave..." He sighed. She saluted in response.
So, who's gonna be meeting the crew at the airlock? I mean, it'll be hilarious to see Starfleet's reaction to the the Munchausen Drive. It rips open a hole into subspace which it the ship travels through, then rips another hole back into realspace. In Star Trek terms, they have essentially turned Subspace weapons into a form of FTL travel.
-AES Trafalgar-

Gregorio had made his way down to the engine room. Passing a number of crewmen, he made his way to a Lorgon that was looking over several of the Munchausen Reactors. "Panku. How does it look?" he asked. The Lorgon looked at him and his translator flared up with a loud, metalic crackling.

"Not looking good. I'd rather get her into Dry-Dock before we tried to jump again."

"We seem to have gone quite a distance, I have no idea where we are and what's going on around us. We may need to jump in a hurry." he said. The Lorgon sighed.

"I don't appeciate you asking me for my advice, then just saying you will do what you want anyway." Panku growled. Lorgons were known for their stand-offishness against humans, most of them refused to even fratronize with Humans at all. Panku had been saved by his father and had pledged to join as chief mechanic for the ship. Even so, he was still known for an acute dislike for humans, even if he didn't let it get in the way of his work. He also had a cybornetic arm which helped him to no end.

"Alright. I do respect you and your advice. I'm just saying that we may not have a choice in the matter. Dry Dock is expensive and we may not be able to. We'll be docking soon, but it's going to be umbilical." Panku sighed and went back to work. "At least give me a day to run the diagnostic with Khepri." he said. Khepri was the ships computer.

"I will do my best to give you a day." Gregorio replied. At that point, a pannel on the wall began to talk in a monotone voice.

"Captain, Trafalgar is now performing final docking procedures." it said.

"Thank you, Khepri. Please ask for an engineering team as well as parts, tell them to charge whatever they need to the company bank account and send them the details. Also, i'll be coming aboard with a few of my security personnel."

"It would be my pleasure." The computer replied.

****

The final few puffs from the monopropellant that the docking thrusters used and Trafalgar was safely grappled into a position where it's umbilical could lock in to the stations universal docking port. The clamps locked in place and the hatch hissed as it opened. Gregorio, along with Malla, Lance and a few of the security toopers stood, as they met with their welcoming party. Each of the Trafalgar's crew had a CQC weapon noticable on their figure somewhere. No guns, with the exception of the Caster that was fixed to the outside of Malla's bright golden Gauntlet.
Sorry for my lack of activity. A friend's mother died on Saturday and I've known her since i I was a kid. Shit's been hectic. I will try to make a post tonight.
@Burning Kitty Outlaw Star.
Just a note, Ships from OS don't use Subspace communication, as such, they won't be able to pick up a standard Starfleet hail. Just saying that I didn't ignore it, it's just, their scanners thought it was some radiation-spike.

However, Starfleets sensors being far superior would probably be able to discern that their communications are a sort of radio-based communication.
As the engines of Trafalgar slowly came back online, the crew was able to pick themselves up and look around. Gregorio was on the floor with Malla ontop of him, desperately shaking him. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!!" she screamed at him.

"I am awa-" He tried to explain, before her face engulfed his in an attempt at CPR.

"LIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!" She screeched, before Gregorio pushed her off of himself and he sat up. "YOU'RE ALIVE." She cried.

"Thank you..." he sighed, wiping his mouth, shortly before she dived on him and began kissing him again. "Please, I need-" At that point, Lance grabbed Malla and hauled her off of him. Gregorio looked at him and smiled. "Thanks." he then got to his feet and looked out of the viewport. "What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to the large circular station.

"Scanners are detecting life-signs. Hundreds of them... Looks like a colony." said one of the scanner crew. "Strange radiation coming from it. Suggest we keep our distance."

"Send a transmission." Gregorio ordered. "This is the AES Trafalgar, part of Aegis-Steed Enterprises. We are 20 days out of Sentinel 3 and have had some engine trouble. Is there a port around here large enough that we can dock for repairs?" he asked. He thought, there could be pirates in the area. "Luckily, our defensive and offensive capabilities are fully online, so we will not be in need of an escort."
They say, in the universe, there are 3 great powers. First is the Space Pirates. Cutthroats, assassins and brigands that will raid, steal and slaughter anyone in their never-ending search for wealth power, able to stay ahead of the competition with their mysterious Tao magic. Second are the Outlaws, those who work outside the law, who chart their own destinies, searching for treasure, fighting Pirates whenever possible and never, ever stopping in their ceaseless quest for adventure. Thirdly are the mighty Space Forces. Immense warships, ready to be deployed at a moments notice to quell the fighting and maintain a grasp on what little control the Earth Federation maintains over the frontier territories.

What many forget about is the 4th power. The Private Security forces. Over the many Centuries, Humanity's territory expanded rapidly and as many interstellar Colony's and States were formed, The Space Forces were founded to provide equal protection for all. However,
in the vastness of space, not all Colony's had access to its full protection and Resources. This gave birth to the Private Security forces, ran by private conglomerates and enterprises. Protecting developing worlds and valuable trade-routes that keeps the galaxy going. However, such protection is not cheap. The enormous costs of keeping their powerful Warships and Battle-Carriers going is too much for a large number of the lower income worlds, struggling to survive on the open frontier.

"We aren't cheap, but the Space Forces don't give a crap and we can take on anything the Pirates and Outlaws have to throw at us. You can bet your life, because it's safe with us."





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