Ollumhammersong

The Marauders (2016)

Ya, the only thing that can happen is progression. Board the ship and take off

Star Wars: Shadows and Smuggling

my character idea kind of involves rewriting some backstory of the ship we use. ill explain in the character sheet but it was the best character idea I could think up

Star Wars: Shadows and Smuggling

Actually I think I have an idea for a character.

Star Wars: Shadows and Smuggling

Ooo I like him so far, as for howw long they've known each other I'd say maybe a couple of months to a year at most? Not too long for them to be super close or anything but just enough that they'd be kinda familiar with each other and then the rest we can kinda just develop as we go? *shrug*

Also I'm not gonna be including specific dates in mine because they're confusing as all hell and I can never understand these stupid B's and Y's in the dating system wtf O.O

@The Elvenqueen

BBY is before the battle of Yavin.

ABY is after the battle of yavin. Basically everything before the destruction of that first death start is one time period and everything after it is another.

This rp takes place entirely in the BBY time period.

Star Wars: Shadows and Smuggling

I'll take a stab at this I suppose. I'm either going to make a kind of protocol or repurposed security droid or a ex confederate droid of some kind.

A Star Wars Adventure

I am still curious but would like to see that OOC

The Marauders (2016)

Jolenar floated idly in his new home. The collective requested the largest room that could be spared to be converted into his tank. No expense was spared to ensure his comfort by the committee, Who were quite eager at the prospect of a Xreene finally volunteering to cooperate with the other species and didn't want to spoil the opportunity for diplomacy.

As it turns out the largest room available to him had to be a special made tank that took up the largest observation lounge on the entire ship. Intended for important ceremonial functions or some such nonsense. It served a far more practical purpose now than merely a place to consume liquor and hold dinner.

Offering it's occupant a very reasonable amount of space(though nothing compared to the literal planet wide ocean he was accustomed), relative safety and a viewing of the stars and the beautiful scenery of deep space. Not merely confined to a cargo hold where boxes and noise were his only company. All human furniture was removed and the habitat itself took up nearly ninety percent of the entire lounge. The rest was taken up by either his dormant robotic suit, powered down onto its haunches and a raised platform that lead directly to a thin podium and a special window that would allow those who desired it, to speak to Jolenar in person. The podium had the necessary hardware to translate the conversation.

Floating freely and lazily in the murky waters as the the text of what was supposedly a great Forgei epic played out from the computer inside the tank. He found the tale rather uninteresting and many of the critical points of plot and development to be predictable. Supposedly this was a much lauded piece of work amongst their kind. Maybe he would have to rethink how much credence he could lend to any Forgei's opinions on artistic tastes.

He was almost thankful when the voice sang through the water and declared the emergency. Giving him the opportunity to collapse the projection of that book. Book marked against picking up again. Tentacles moved gracefully through the murk to swipe and prod at new screens being projected around him.

Elsewhere in the ship the eerily dormant android that had since been standing perfectly still in the mess hall started to move again. It's previous task to record the eating habits of the crew overridden (much to the delight of the crew, who found being watched by a faceless machine while they chewed a little creepy.) and synthetic muscle gave motion to artificial limbs. With a grace that bellied it's existence(but only added to it's creepiness) as a machine it walked straight for the bridge. Most people made way for it, which made it easier and faster to reach it's destination. Those who did not make way were moved aside. They grumbled and one even spit in its direction once she thought it was far enough away not to notice. But their feelings and damaged senses of pride were inconsequential to Jolenar at the best of times. During a declared emergency even less so. If they had to be pushed aside than they shouldn't have been standing in the way of his machine to begin with.

Arriving on the bride the android made its way to the navigation station. Ignoring the existence of the chair which for a humanoid might be a comfort but to a synthetic being only served to be an obstruction. Fingers touched and illuminated strangely designed buttons and controls and soon new coordinates were entered for the Monroe. All without a noise being made from the droid or its operator.

Its hand hovered just millimetres in precise location over the command key. Waiting for the confirmation order to initiate propulsion.

The Marauders (2016)

im trying to write a first post now.

The Marauders (2016)

@Ollumhammersong
Sounds romantic. ;3

@Hawlin

in a 'Imma drown you and eat your corpse' kind of way maybe. But hey, everyone has their kinks I guess.

The Marauders (2016)

im thinking cargo hold might be best for the logistics of getting him in and out of his exosuit. Plus space. Though observation lounge was appealing.