MonsieurShade

Life in Space

Rocky came to a halt at the sound of a feminine voice being directed in his direction. Almost instinctively he lowered his eyes to the height of an average human female's head, however, when he was met with an empty space he was forced to further crane his neck near to the point of him looming over the small woman. He vaguely recalled the Almyst as being a part of the science division, but he didn't dwell long on the thought. Instead he chose to ponder the question asked of him, cold reptilian eyes narrowing in thought before widening once more as he gave a shrug, "Dunno, tastes good though. What is it?".

Life in Space

After making his way into the residential district Rocky had wasted little time marching straight for his favorite deli. To many the sight of something like Rocky moving with such purpose was a worrisome thing to behold. Everyone who knew of the Skälen understood that they were a race of hunters. Those whom had had the misfortune of meeting a Skälen pirate knew even better that Rocky and his kind weren't exactly discriminate about what sorts of meat they were willing to consume, sapient or otherwise. In spite of this, Rocky's entrance into the deli shop was met only with a pair of warm smiles from the elderly human couple that stood behind the counter, "Rocky, my boy! We haven't seen you in nearly three days. Me an' the misses here were starting to think you'd left already!" the old man said jovially. Seeing as he all but lived in the deli whenever he had the time, Rocky couldn't help but give a somewhat grating chuckle at the thought, "Been busy. You aren't rid of me yet though.".

The exchange that followed after the greeting was short and sweet. With Rocky being short on time today he didn't exactly have the opportunity to peruse the shop and try as many samples as he would have liked. After about three or four minutes worth of browsing Rocky came away with three half racks of terran pork ribs, and some sort of thin, blueish grey paste that the deli owners said was made by the Seluzu. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it tasted fairly good, especially when he dipped the ribs in it.

After purchasing his meal using his work issued credit chip Rocky managed to retain just enough self restraint to avoid unwrapping his first half rack until he was about five steps out of the shop. All too quickly did the meal disappear into his ravenous maw, being devoured bones and all in a flash of teeth and tongue. The second rack was devoured a bit slower as Rocky decided to take the time to properly peel apart the ribs before he dipped and ate them. The pressing matter to acquire sustenance having been settled, Rocky began to amble towards the direction of hangar Delta, all the while dipping a hand into his deli bag to produced a new rib to chew on as he worked his way through rack three.

Life in Space

@ladyanglaise Dude, I know that feel.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

@SleaterThat's...pretty damned clever actually. It's official, Fixer is my favorite droid.

Life in Space

As his shift neared its end, Rocky had begun nodding off in his seat, and would have likely completely succumbed to the sweet sirens of slumber were it not for the buzzing of the communicator clipped to his belt. He awoke with a start, gaining him a strained look from one of the inspection officers that only intensified as he clumsily fumbled for the device. After a few false starts and growls of annoyance Rocky was finally able to get the device into a massive clawed hand and thumb the correct button to bring up it's holographic screen, "Go for Jakarta." he grunted in his unmistakably rough voice. On the other end was a human female, one that Rocky quickly recognized as being assigned to the research division due to the lab jacket and I.D. card pinned to it.

The human at first seemed a bit taken aback by the sound of Rocky's voice, something he'd long since grown accustomed to. He waited patiently for a few seconds before the human cleared her throat to speak, "Rakans'mei Jakarta, you've been assigned to security detail for the next planetary expedition. Please gather any equipment you may require and report to Hangar Delta in approximately two hours.". If Rocky had lips he'd have likely given the Cheshire Cat a run for it's money with the grin he'd be sporting right about now, "I understand. Be there shortly.". With only five minutes remaining to his shift, Rocky had little trouble convincing the inspection officers to allow him to leave a bit early to allow him a chance to gather the necessary supplies. For Rocky, this of course meant that it was time to grab lunch from that little deli shop he liked in the residential district.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

As he continued in his pursuit for the trespasser aboard his vessel, Jacque couldn't help but lament one particular flaw in the Milano's design: It offered few hiding places when one was coming down the main corridor. This was a fact that the human was immediately made aware of when he finally happened upon not one, but two unknown bodies, not to mention a few droids that he was pretty certain didn't belong there either. Shit. There was however one silver lining to this situation, and it was that the uninvited guests didn't exactly look to be on good terms with one another if the big armored guy's way of holding his rifle was any sort of indication.

As Jacque raised his carbine he began to debate the merits on trying to pop all of them at once. On the one hand; he'd have the element of surprise, on the other; chances were he might not hit everyone in time to avoid retaliation, not to mention there was a chance that even if he did hit them all he might not score a kill with each shot, worse still, there was a possibility that the ensuing fire fight could damage something important. With these thoughts rattling about in his head, Jacque came to the conclusion that the risks far outweighed the rewards and cleared his throat loudly to catch everyone's attention, "I'm going to have to ask you folks to drop your weapons. I'm also going to have to ask who the fuck you people are, and why the fuck you're on my ship.".

Star Wars: A New Beginning

@frapet Thanks for the sentiment. Don't worry, I'm gonna post. I hope Sol'id and Gavon are ready for a three way (potentially five with the other stowaways) showdown. I also hope Fixer gives the remaining a heads up before he blows everyone into space, lol.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

@frapet I'm still here, just feel like shit from a combination of work and this damned sinus infection i'm fighting off.

Life in Space

Rocky gave a massive yawn as he sat just outside of the docking tube and watched people pass by. Despite the day just having started the Skälen was bored, not to mention tired from a night of moving cargo. His actions at the time had been unnecessary, as the machinery that the rest of the staff used for heavier items were more than capable of doing the job without him, however he helped all the same. It made him feel helpful, and the others appreciated his assistance. At least he thought that they did any way, he didn't really know as they barely spoke to him the entire time. Not that it really mattered at the moment. After having been assigned a morning shift for security inspection all that mattered to Rocky right now was making his presence known so that people submitted to the random searches while the true officers looked for contraband. Most folks went along with the process without a fuss, the ones that didn't want to comply were given the choice of being inspected by Rocky instead. That option had yet to be chosen.

Rocky wasn't quite sure how he should have felt about being payed mostly just to sit there and look scary, mostly because Rocky didn't fully realize that he was being paid to sit there and look scary. All he knew was that he was supposed to get people to do what they were told, and that he was bored. There had been rumors floating around about another trip to Vazoon happening soon. Some had said it was to gather more samples, others claimed it was just to run some tests. In the end the reasons didn't matter to him; all that mattered is that he wanted in.

Life in Space

Appearance:
Name: Rakans'mei Jakarta (Accepts being called "Rocky") - He stands at about 8'4" and weighs in at 493 lbs (he's small by his race's standards). He dislikes most forms of clothing as a whole but is willing to tolerate wearing cargo pants and tank tops.
Gender: Male
Age: 32 terran years
Race: Skälen
Race description:

Skälen

Named for their appearance by the terran colony that discovered them, the Skälen are a race of reptilian humanoids indigenous to a densely forested heavy gravity planet located within the Khosi system. A combination of heavy gravitational pull and higher oxygen concentrations within the atmosphere has allowed this race to reach rather sizable proportions, with the largest of their number typically measuring somewhere around thirteen feet tall and weighing in at nearly seven hundred pounds. This predatory race is nomadic in nature, moving whenever a prey source has been depleted in an area. Despite their aggressive appearance the Skälen are a fairly social people within their own ranks and will form small to medium sized tribes comprised of both related an non related members alike. It is the common belief of many that the Skälen are a dimwitted race due to their lack of both architecture and any technology above that of the terran bronze age, however this is not entirely the case. While it is true that the Skälen aren't likely to start building ships of their own anytime soon they have nonetheless proven themselves to be quick enough learners to have at least earned themselves a place within the galactic community.

They are particularly favored by other races as a cheap and effective workforce due to the fact that a Skälen will often accept payment in food rather than in actual currency. The Skälen fulfill a similar role in society to the Zarats, in that they are typically hired in labor or combat intensive roles such as miners, mercenaries, pirates, or cargo movers.

Skälen have very little sexual dimorphism to speak of beyond a difference in size, with males typically reaching ten feet on average while females reach around six.

Faction: Talon Merc Company (Rocky has worked out an interesting agreement: His higher ups pocket most of his pay in exchange for his food expenses being covered. It's hard to say who actually benefits more at this point)
Faction Description: (again only if making one)
Job: Security officer, "lab assistant" (He just moves heavy stuff and helps capture specimens every now and then. Really he just likes the title.)
Abilities: Rocky is capable of lifting twice his body weight with a bit of effort. Being from a heavy gravity world has also gifted the Skälen with startling speed when he's placed in an environment with "normal" gravity. The trade off for this is that living on a high oxygen rock means that he can get short of breath very quickly
Skills: As with all adult members of his race Rocky is an experienced hunter and is capable of tracking and bringing down nearly anything around his size in short order. His hulking form paired with natural weaponry makes him a formidable fighter as well. That is if one could consider "rip and tear until it stops moving" fighting.

Backstory: There's not really much to say: Rocky was simply another guy that found a calling as merc and was stationed on Kilik station

Personality: Rocky is a fairly laid back and amiable individual in spite of the fact that looking at him often gives people the impression that he'll eat your face for insulting him. He knows full well that he's not exactly the smartest or friendliest looking guy that a person will meet, but he tries to make up for it by following his orders to the best of his abilities or otherwise helping wherever and whenever he can, provided of course that he still receives his payments on time. Slow to anger but even slower to calm, it's ill advised to get in Rocky's way once he's on the war path.

Other: Rocky received his nickname due to his distinctively rough voice. Think Kevin Grevioux if he'd just spent the entire day smoking cigars and gargling nails.