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Hi! MrSkimobile here. I've been RP'ing and occasionally GM'ing for close to a decade now.
I like RP's that are on the Casual+/Tabletop side, that are preferably original settings. No genre preferences.
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DELTΔ HYPER - Kais Zenix, Supersoldier-turned-Racer
Blackguards! - Harth-Klannok, Gray Dwarf Anti-Cleric
Age of Broken Shackles - The Golden Sun Syndicate

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(currently not GMing any games)

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Asteroid Base Maza-Colnya
Sector Gama-Yellow
A few weeks ago

Outside of the shielded transpari-steel dome, asteroids floated with a deceptive serenity. It wasn't visible to the naked eye at this distance, but five fleets of heavily-armed battleships patrolled the far, far-off distance in a spherical shell around the base.

The Five sector bosses of the Golden Sun were seated around a round table. Not because they felt themselves equal, far from it, but rather because that way they could keep an eye on each other better. Slugg Pa writhed its body, shaped very much like what earned its species its name, and a psychic message was sent to outside their lavish room. Fast enough, dumbwaiter droids came in to take their orders. Duuk Dremal, the Vrunak warlord snapped his draconic cyber-claws and asked for four shots of their strongest firespiced liquors, impatiently clawing at the table with one of his fingers. Then he raised a performative skål towards each of his rivals, and downed them all one after the other, before leaning back into his chair, and continuing clawing obscenities into the table. Merav-Yla, the once-planetary princess mirrored the black-dressed spy-mistress known only as Shade opposite her, and waved the droids away - contrary to the Vrunak, they didn't have auto-poison filters in their guts. Au Rodan the hologram never took anything except for lag-time before his answers. And Pa, as usual, ordered a small fishbowl-like container with a creature that looked suspiciously like a Vrunak tadpole. Then he reached down with its psychic antennae, and promptly drained it of its mental faculty.

Duuk Dremal looked upon the spectacle with disgust, then kicked off the meeting with a frustration in his gravelly voice that even the Vrunak-to-Galactic Human Basic translator managed to pick up. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get to it, then."

"Calmth," Pa vibed, and the Five felt a sensation like a pressure blanket coming down on their impatience, "the tides are favorable," and thus passed the turn to speak on to Rodan, who proceeded to give a brief update on their joint mining and mercantile cartel in infuriating detail. Several minutes and holo-graphs later, and the conclusion was simple: "This interbellum is very profitable, indeed. Many are looking to rebuild or cleanup. And our networks are of great service."

With that, Pa turned to the spy-mistress in her elegant all-black dress. "So then what news do you bring, Shade? Why did you call our meeting early, and with such urgency?"

The lady in black closed her eyes, and turned nonreactive for a few seconds. One would almost think she hadn't heard the question. But her fellow sector bosses knew better. She heard everything. Lines of encrypted text scrolled across her sternly closed eyelids, information locked away deep inside her brain's cybernetics that she queried only when absolutely necessary - everything to keep her secrets. Her lips fluttered ever so slightly as she subvocalized its decryption in real time. Then she opened her eyes, leaned forward, tented her fingers, and spoke without ever letting her eyes meet any of their gazes.

"Sector Alpa-Red surrounding Tar Yrra is in motion." Shade said plainly. "The probes sent into its rimward region have been rendered inoperative by destructive force. From the few transmissions we got back from them, all we know is that the Cyber-people are awake, and are amassing a great force there. A force not suited for peacetime."

"So the Supremites are gearing up for war..." Duuk Dremal said. "How much intel and influence do we have along their rimward systems?"

"Little," Shade continued, "the systems there are notoriously self-reliant due to a richness in resources. Save for the occasional trade, we have little leverage there."

"We might have soon more substantial, then," Pa said as his fringe shuddered in revelry at the thought of war coming to their systems. War was good for business, after all.

And Duuk Dremal nodded in agreement. Then he turned to face the lady next to him that was dressed in opulence, who chimed every time she moved from her precious metal jewellery, but who had not yet spoken a single word. "Speaking of leverage, what of your... internal troubles, Yla?" Duuk asked, with a mischievous glint in his optical array. Once-Princess Merav-Yla had worked her way up to a syndicate sector boss in record time compared to the others, just a single decade. And with her people's belief and loyalty behind her, no less. But now there were rumours of a rebellion within her ranks. With the wish to return to their older way of life, the one from before their planet found itself in the path of a stray relativistic killshot during the last Reclamation War. And rebellions were a nuisance.

"My people are well taken care of," Merav-Yla responded with a regal grace that may have fooled the others, but not Duuk. He smiled at her being very deliberate in not using the word 'placated'. "Of course. But, if I may offer some advice, from the longest sitting member of this Family to its youngest: gather up these miscontents of yours, and send them to patrol this Supremite warpath," Duuk sat up. "Tell them it is a... expeditionary diplomatic mission. To scout out a new opportunity for settling, or a people to join." Duuk's voice softened, as if talking to himself. "And then, when disaster strikes again, then they will come to understand why we live as we do." The world was ruthless out here. The history of his own people-in-exile flashed into his mind, driven off by the Augustans, and Duuk ground his jaw in barely-contained anger and hate. Yes, there was only one way to climb to the top here. "I will send along some of my mercenaries as an escort." Not his best, of course. But still, he decided, it might be better to keep the princess on his side for now.

And so, the Five continued for a while. As was customary, more small talk and barbs were traded, and they tried to gather some more information on each others' business, get on each others' good side, or bad side, or at least feigned as much. But the real business of importance had been concluded, in lines that were as throwaway as the lives they would be sending off in some weeks time. One more round of drinks followed, then each went back to their protection fleet, and hundreds of bluish-white lightstreaks briefly illuminated the asteroid base as their FTL drives shot them back to their home sectors.



Repurposed Guardship New Hope
Sector Deltha-Yellow
Some weeks later...

Some weeks later, in a different fleet, a different system, and in a very different credit-range, Rasan Do Csina stood in the employment line of the Pauper Ship laughably named New Hope. It had been one of the older vessels of their fleet, one of the Old Guard-ships, from before their motherplanet's destruction. And to be fair, for a while it did serve valiantly as one of their people's hopeful crown jewels. But now it seemed not a single week went by without there being something major that had to be duct taped together, again. Rasan was sure the ship had a future. Just not for him.

So, into the employment line he went. The smell of neurospice was strong here. Around him, holo-ads blared the perks of their respective vacancies, but he had no interest in most of them. No, there was only one that caught his eye: "Join the Expedition: Explore New Worlds! Learn Valuable Skills! Be a Part of Something Greater! Join the Expedition..."

"Rasan Do Csina, call me Rasan," he told the recruiter when he reached the end of the line and scanning drones whirred around him to take some medical scans. The recruiter said nothing as he looked upon the scans, but didn't send him away as quickly as he did with others, so that was a good sign. "Spelling of Csina?" "Doesn't matter." And it was true: the family wouldn't care what he did with their name, just that he'd send them back some credits. "Skills?" "Farmer. Or we used to be, back home." "Any fighting?" "A bar brawl here and there. Why, expecting trouble?" "In this day and age? It'd be foolish not to. And our Princess only wants the best for her people, and that includes safety. Bar brawls you say? I'll put you down as 'trainable.'" "When will I hear back from you?" "Why? Want to get going so quickly?" And Rasan smiled with more than a hint of sourness as he looked around him. "In this day and age? It'd be foolish not to..." The recruiter paused for a second, tapped some buttons, then faced Rasan and nodded. "Approved. Proceed to transport ID:34-75Δ with destination expedition ship Pendant-12. Good luck, Rasan."





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The Sofa on the Moon

"Indeed, we're a long way from home! And what would you say about your overall mood at Luna? Lot of rumours abound that there's some extremely exciting developments in Pilot Modifications that Al-Saqr has undertaken over the last five months- how has that felt for you and Layla?"

"Hmm," Kais nodded, "we have had some sync issues with the ship. Last few races were a big headache because of it, yes. But the team have fixed the issue, and the sims and practice runs felt... seamless, so," and he shrugged, "even here," and he looked around, and took a breath, as if to emphasize how utterly insignificantly thin the atmosphere was, separated only by the thin transparent alu-ceramic pane that was his helmet visor, "we'll show the world how far we can go."

The ensuing qualification went well, and Layla and Kais saw their efforts in practice pay off. The speed was somewhat slower and more careful than on Earth, especially during the more dangerous jumping sections, but Layla and Kais looked like they could push their crafts a bit more than most, and eventually came in 2nd and 3rd respectively.

"Kais, an excellent 3rd place, and it seems like both you and Layla are really thriving here in Luna. Do you think you can close the gap to Silver Apex and Southern Cross here, and still show the team has the ability to challenge for the Constructors?"

"We have been practicing a lot for this race, and the improved sync controller seems to have paid off. It helps that Layla and I are... made, for hazardous environments, more or less. Things are in our favor." Kais nodded, "We'll catch up to them."



Garage L-Ball Court, Mare Australe Complex, Luna

"You ready to lose to me again, Zenix?" Layla taunted as she floated down the garage, having scored another point for her and her small team of what few engineers she had been allowed to take to Luna. Kais hadn't really thought too much about it, but with more-or-less permanent residences on the moon, of course other sports besides racing would have eventually found their way here. So too had basketball. It had been one of the first sports that had been adapted, to the point that it was generally referred to as lunar or low-G basketball, colloquially 'L-ball', or so Layla had convinced him. The garage, once used for one of the larger mining rovers, had high enough ceilings for it to make sense trying out a bout. And it was slow. The low gravity made the pace deliberate, but it did allow for interesting and elaborate team-based maneuvers almost reminiscent of dance performances.

"Just don't feel like showing off in some kid's game when we should be prepping for the race coming up." Kais said, stepping off of the holographic field lines they had set up. Why did he let her talk him into these things?

"Uh-huh. Just give it another try, I'm sure you'll like it, just have to get the hang of it -it's very tactical. Or are you scared you're going to mess up the airflow systems again?" Layla replied, referring back to one of Kais' sponsorship vids they shot back in the spaceplane ride (for some reason, all of their sponsors wanted something from them during this race in particular). And that - his first attempt at trying the newest Nomad Nutrition product in microgravity - hadn't gone over too smoothly. Their claims of 'anytime, anywhere' could've used some more low-g-suitable product development, or so Kais coped. Still, their endorsement vid was dropped on the extranet faster than Kais could veto it, and the likes-counter now showed that he and Layla had been seen frantically chasing mocha-flavored droplets of long-shelflife high-caloric nutri-paste by thousands of people too many already.

And so, with that comment, the challenge was definitely on. Kais bobbed and weaved with precision, passing the engineers with ease, so far so good. Then he attempted to dunk the holographic ball through the hoop. A big leap and...! "Oop, too hard!" Layla called after him as he overshot, trying to right himself in mid-air. But without the training auto-adjusters they had back at Hamad, his attempts turned out to be less-than-ideally useful. His instincts had kicked in a bit too hard, and the low lunar gravity had turned his absolute power jump into an inevitable, and rather ungraceful, collision-course with the opposite... well, ceiling.

A small-scale rescue operation ensued, and having finally descended back down, Kais had fast donned his mighty scowl again, and threw the holo-ball at Layla's face where it blipped out of existence.

"Listen. What happens on Luna stays there, you copy?"



Kais Zenix @ASZenix:
[Holo-picture in embarrassing detail of Kais stuck in the rafters wearing the latest Jackals&Co. sports-shirt]
"I've decided lunar basketball isn't for me. Like and share to have a shot at winning this shirt."
#Jackals&Co #Like&Share #L-Ball #AlSaqrRacing #DeltaHyper #FormulaAG

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A draft of my civ idea, for your consideration.

Hi @Sigma, is this still alive?
Thanks! Then here's to making something fun and awesome. :)

Harth's intro-post is up, and already tried stoking a little. #Let's goo





In the Belly of the Beast

You have woken...

The space was cold, impossibly cold. And yet, Harth felt a warmth in it. It was colder than the dwarf mountains that were once his home. Colder than the sea he had raided, the graves he had robbed, than the corpses he had interrogated. Colder than his cell was when they put him to ice. Colder still than his own memories. Of that other him. Of his pilgrimage to that faraway land where he had found... nothing. Where the Stonefather had abandoned His faithful servant, left him in deathly silence, to become mere dust amongst the ruins of His own temple! And yet, in this strange now, a voice did come to him. That voice. Her voice. The Warden of the Maw herself.

Harth's gag shaped into a smile, "What is it, Blood-Witch?" he muttered, and soon enough contorted when a pain shot through his very soul that was unlike any that earned him his deformities. Horned hoofed hordes raged around him. Fear raged inside him. Fire raged everywhere else. And then: that voice. Sulfrey. God-King Ael-Gol -bah!- Tristana, Yorleif, Nashur. The Golden Chalice. in Malasta. That smile! Find. Kill!

You will do what I have said. That is all.




Out of the Ashes...

And then all rumbled into... The world! Harth came to on his back. Deafness made way to blindness and he gasped as, peaking through his eyelashes, he saw the culprit: the sun! Fields of gold-hued grass swayed in the wind, and birds sang in defiance against their own mortality -must've been just past sunrise, or was it sunset?- ...such a long time since he'd experienced, well, time...

He noticed his body was clad again, the bear-pelt gambeson still fit. And in his right hand was the stone-headed mace that had served him well in the past. With a groan, he stood and raised himself up to look upon these Blackguards, all...

A sorceress with an otherworldly sheen to her, and not just from all the jewellery - royalty? Another dwarf, though she seemed more a swamp-dweller than from the Dwarf Mountains, crone-like, with a strange mind to match, rhyming and rattling with flasks of the strangest ingredients. A green-skin that had been the bane of his people, already shouting and swinging his sword -certainly one to keep an eye on. A human young man who seemed foreign to the Kingdom, with abs that were more than a little intimidating. A boyish-looking human clearly a thief, if his shadowing within the group were any indication. An aged man, yet with a strange, artificial youth to his visage and, apparently, to his personality as well. An elf - graceful, yet a strange elf she remained, and that spelled trouble. And then there was the old and gruff knightly fellow who had a bad feeling about this.

"What worry souls." Harth mumbled to himself. "And the day has only just started..."



...And Into the Fire


The distance rumbled yet again. The sounds of raging hooves rolled over the hills like thunder, but there seemed to be no end to it. Two score of horsemen. Easterlings. And beyond, there came the screaming echoes of war. Harth felt a creeping familiar fear raise in his heart. Fire came to rage before him. And then, opportunity! It had been a while since he had a crew of raiders at his side.

"Stand," Harth snapped at the strange armored man taking a knee to the horde. "This is not a mere barbarian circus troupe you can sop! These are fighting men. And the Fire of Sulfrey is fast behind, remember your vision! They will value a show of strength now more than mere prostration." And Harth thought to himself, it wouldn't hurt to try both ways, in any case. So, Harth raised himself up to as high he could, arm outstretched to the heavens, and felt the old clerical ways come back to him as he sermoned with magical thundering voice, "Hearken! We know of the foe snapping at your heels! If you're running from the dread-horde of Sulfrey now, you've already lost! But fight with us, and you may prove yet to be more than ashen prey and spoils!" Then he pointed his mace towards the ring of fire in front of them, with the ogre behind, as if to emphasize their abilities. "This is how we might stand together!" He paused. "Or you may try through that fire and make things quick on yourself."

Then he waited. And murmured something for luck, good or ill. Fifty riders were a lot, after all...


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