ShiningSector

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Glad to have you on-board Kitsune (literally)! I look forward to seeing your CS.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

For the sake continuity and to allow others post in time, I may post repeatedly in reply to another character's conversation if need be just to keep the dialog and story flowing.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Unexpectedly, a communications channel was being established with Rayland without official notice, though through his connection to the ship's system plexus he could detect the incoming message a few milliseconds ahead of time. Direct to his own vision via the interconnected neural lattice between him and the network, he pulled up the caller's ID profile just as the channel opened. Instantly, he knew it was not the ground crew or a fleet officer as he was almost expecting to call just as the caller's voice patched through. "Captain Rayland. Welcome to Falymar Station. I am a assigned personnel equipment for the expedition. Permission to board." Rather up front this person was he privately thought outside of the plexus connection, especially for someone sounding so young too. Of course given the age he lived in, the appearance and voice of one's self can be easily changed; people's interests can be weird sometimes. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Kaite already leaving his side for the cargo bay ramps, more than likely to greet and take in the new personnel after hearing the terminal vox. "Request acknowledged, please standby. My assistant will be with you shortly." Rayland replied through the communications mesh.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Rayland couldn't decided whether it was because of the throbbing ill effects of cryosickness after a long voyage or the fact that Towan, the ship’s primitive yet informative computer intelligence had miscalculated the timing of the slipspace jump (once again) and brought the entire vessel within an hour’s reach of Falymar Station; a schedule he was hoping to delay by second hour that was putting him in an already annoyed mood. It was probably both. As usual, he blamed Towan. He knew however he couldn't be hard on the old virtual intelligence; Towan was created several centuries ago, currently obsolete compared to the newer Vis or the much more capable and self sufficient Hepheatons. Rayland considered numerous times of removing Towan from the ship’s main network whenever he couldn't take the program’s unreliable calculations or decisions anymore, but in the end he could not bring himself to do so. Towan was a part of the vessel long before the captain was even conceived and Rayland consciously believed the aged VI, perceived as an individual, had every right to remain on the Infamous Alto. Soldiering through the ever present headaches, Rayland quickly got himself cleaned up and dressed, knowing that he would be needed on the bridge to organize an already fatigued crew to a prepare a transport frigate for heaven knows how many passenger-specialists whom may turn his beloved ship into a science project possibly out of boredom without their interments. Oh god those would need to be installed too he thought. The realization challenged his sanity and deteriorated his mood further; he hoped Kaite had better news. Ah, speak of the devil. Conveniently as Rayland exited his quarters, he found Kaite in his usually officer attire standing just outside, greeting him good morning before giving the detailed status report. An appreciated gesture from the young Chimera, though in all honesty he didn’t know if it was actually morning or not. As much as he would have loved to debate it, there was simply too much think about all ready. “Always good to know that I actually have guns.” commented Rayland to Kaite’s report regarding the ship’s armaments. In most other jobs he has taken on, the main batteries were normally the least of his concerns. Today however he felt that combat was a growing possibility. It was then the two eventually entered into the small bridge of the Infamous Alto. Though unspacious as the brain center of the ship appeared, the bridge however did have plenty of room for several other personnel to staff the consoles and tactical stations. “Captain on the bridge.” Towan sounded off from the local vox, alerting the current staff of their captain’s arrival whom in turn greeted Rayland with several nods and salutes. With a small returning salute Rayland walked over to the captain’s seat and rested into it. He didn’t like this part. With a click, a cord snapped into place with cyber link behind his neck, causing him to wince in slight discomfort as the physical coupling neurologically connected him with the ship’s network, empowering Rayland with the Infamous Alto’s controls and functions. As he finally sat up, the cord followed with him; at this point, there was little he had to manually interact with as his station. Outside sensors brought up the imaging into the bridge; data streamed forth, animating the bridge’s HUD screens until Falymar Station was identified and well within view. Now within only several minutes before docking, Rayland figured it was time to make a ship wide announcement before the eventual arrival. With a few keystrokes at his console interface, Rayland highlighted all vox channels through out the frigate before initiating the broadcast. “Good morning crew.” to the best of his current knowledge anyway, “This is your captain speaking...In a few short minutes we will be docking with Falymar Station to pick up all essential Galactic Coalition selected personnel and equipment before joining up with the main expedition force.” He allowed a brief pause to settle in. “As we’ve gone over plenty before, the Alto will be acting as a temporary troop transport and science vessel for these new crew members we’ll be having aboard so they may operate efficiently during this mission. With that in mind, please take the time to make your last checks for ship wide facility cleanliness and functionality as we make our final approach. That is all.” With that Rayland ended the broadcast before turning his attention to other matters. “Towan, do we have docking clearance?” asked Rayland, his eyes now glued to the cockpit HUD details. “Affirmative. We’ll be docking in Sector B24, Platform 7.” Towan replied through the bridge vox once more. With several taps at his console, Rayland pulled up a course into the station’s docking bay; holographic streaks illuminating the docking path for the Infamous Alto as she entered into the sector. Lurching forward, the frigate was then under the influence of the stations tractor beams, gracefully pulling the Infamous Alto deeper into its structured maw of docking clamps and maintenance catwalks. Though it was below Rayland’s attention, docking and maintenance crews quickly began to position themselves to assist the docking and securing of the arriving vessel. Within moments of its powering down sequence, the Infamous Alto was successfully anchored to the platform as large mechanical arms reached out, holding it in place.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Sorry about the wait everyone (I mainly blame the super bowl festivities) but the IC is now live!

Destiny of Man

The sound of someone yelling in the background eventually got to Cayne's consciousness as he slowly began to awaken, his mind still hazy from the crash but still capable of limited recognition. Eventually, his eyes were able to adjust to the surroundings where Cayne found that his current orientation betrayed what he remembered being earlier. "This coming from the pilot who parked up us upside down..." Cayne growled under his breath in regard to the pilot's waking order while he fought with the knotted up belts that kept him suspended and dangling. Finally getting his hand around the handle of his knife, Cayne quickly went to work on the mangles belts, cleanly separating the elastic bonds until gravity took over with Cayne managing to land on his feet despite the present disorientation. Finally making his way out of the escape pod, Cayne checked his equipment for any noticeable damage. To the pilot's credit, at least the impact didn't damage any of the Cayne's already fragile gear, including his drone that reported no operational irregularities on his HUD. Following Skye's valid argument concerning whomever had attacked the Mahatma potentially arriving to finish the job, Cayne unlocked Pathfinder's docking clamps connected to his backpack. No longer held in place, the drone flickered to life as it's rotors quickly spun up and shortly gained altitude until small observer remained hovering in the air. Pathfinder rotated it's frame, scanning the hanger before laying it's optics on the escape pod's orientation and the scarred trail etched into the hangar floor; the drone looked down at Cayne and gave off several static-like chirps. "I know right?" replied Cayne as he armed himself with his own battle rifle. "Pathfinder, engage sentry mode. Sound off if the motion trackers pick up anything." The drone produced another series of sounds in comply, re-positioning itself over the escape pod as a vantage point and configuring the sensor nodes covered all over its frame into a 360 degree ring.

Transcendent: Darkness Rising (A Sci-Fi Roleplay)

Haven't been much of any update for awhile now, so I thought I'd address this. I'm currently looking at Sunday as the current start for the IC posts (though this may change as I do have a busy weekend ahead of me). Of the rest of you, if you are still building your CS skeleton, please let me know, especially if you need any assistance or clarification.

Destiny of Man

With another explosion rocking the vessel once more, the reconnaissance specialist named Cayne found himself briefly in the most unfamiliar of places; in the air. The scout hit the debris covered floor with a hard thud, tossing Cayne into a roll until before inertia finally stopped him. He groaned as he pulled himself back up, still shaky from the blast and impact but slightly pleased that he was suited up ahead of time once Providence in sight; in the back of his head, he knew the damage could have been a lot worse. The ship shook continuously from the station’s concentrated fire, causing Cayne to stumble as he made a mad dash to the escape pods, if of course there were any remaining at all. “This is why I hate flying…” growled Cayne as he slid around the corner at the end of the hallway. To his relief, Cayne saw one escape pod was still waiting for passengers; to his horror, it was the only escape pod left and he could still hear cries echoing throughout the disabled vessel. To him, it was apparent that the situation had escalated too quickly and he needed to move, now. With surging adrenaline coursing though his veins, Cayne bolted to the lone escape pod, bounding over fallen debris and piping with hopes of getting to the pod in time. Within seconds, Cayne’s rush had carried him to the last escape pod as he scrambled in, nearly collapsing into one of the seats as he frantically breathed in what little air he could. Eventually, he buckled himself in, wanting nothing more than for the escape pod to jettison out; the idea of touching the ground, any particular ground sounded wonderful to him.

Destiny of Man

Character Sheet Appearance: Name: Cayne Zarubin Age: 26 Gender: Male Specialty: Reconnaissance and Drone Operator Starting Sanity: 180/200 Psychological Record: • Positive Traits: Focused, Witty, and Discerning • Negative Traits: Sarcastic and Conceited Background: Born to near low class family, Cayne lived a somewhat normal childhood; had good home, plenty of friends, and decent grades. One day his father, whom was a scout at one time, taught Cayne how to camp, hunt, and live off the wilderness. The occasional camping and hunting trips every so often had peaked Cayne’s further interest and eventually like father, like son, Cayne quickly got the hang of living outdoors and practically excelled at it. Many years later, Cayne would nearly be out of college with A.A.S. degree but then conflict with the secessionists erupted and his homeworld would quickly be the first of many to witness firsthand the horrors of the war. Since his colony was located in disputed space and held little military presence, a draft was immediately put into effect as thousands were conscripted to defend planet from the inevitable secessionist invasion. Before the Alliance had arrived and drove the rebel forces off the colony, Cayne was running messages and sabotage missions, usually passed enemy perimeters and checkpoints. With a few years of experience and some notoriety under his belt, Cayne was able to join into the main Alliance military force as a forward scout where he sometimes found himself penetrating enemy lines and gathering Intel when required. At other times, he was in charge of communications and working with a reconnaissance drone while fighting in numerous combat zones, marking enemy targets and positions for elimination. When concerns began to rise about the dark colony called Providence, Cayne was sent in to assist in the investigation. Equipment: Optical Camouflage, light armor for stealth and flexibility, numerous sensor devices and probes for tracking and terrain mapping, Pathfinder; a recon drone he carries with him during any op, tactical high-powered battle rife, suppressed pistol, and combat knife. Other: N/A

Destiny of Man

**@ShiningSector** You have the same issue as Ubermensch basically what was his life like before he joined the Alliance. Everyone has a past.

Hexaflexagon

I went ahead and updated my original CS to include additional bio information. Please let me know if there is anything else I should add on.