Sixsmith

Entropy and Other Dilemmas

Gargoyle said
*Raises hand excitedly*I'll be the janitor, if you'd like. What sort of character did you have in mind?

Either something inspired by Scruffy from Futurama or something inspired by Neil Flynn from Scrubs. I don't want to limit your creativity, so go wild, sir. Go wild.

I do have one request that must be implemented: he must have been established in the crew already. *Nods* Jane has been there since the first one started, but he doesn't need to have staid that long. As long as he or she or it has been among the crew that was with Eckhart when he started the Second Company.

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I thought that was the finished application, for a moment.

"What the hell kind of ship am I running here?"

Hey, the more the merrier. I need the priority roles filled before I can start this thing up, so feel free to join!

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Someone be my Janitor, dammit.

I need a Captain. D:<

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Dr Fetus said
This is by far the best thing I've ever seen ever.

*Mega Blush*

You flatter me, kind, young Fetus.

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Hurrah!

So, how is everyone doing on their CSes? :o

Don't forget to ask me questions! I, as an writer-ish, miss my own mistakes like a normal human being. I created this, so I know what I want and have it in mind, but I may have forgotten to clearly and coherently write it. If things are vague and if there are things you don't understand or things I may have forgotten to explain, then please say so. Ask me! This can only get better if we actively work to make it better. =D Hurray, teamwork!

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Initiate Protocol ZZ-One 90

>>>>Protocol Initiated<<<<

...

...

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Maternal Auxiliary and Rudimentary Thermonuclear Housing Automaton [Code: Martha]:

////Activate

////Run Diagnostic

>>>>Running Diagnostics<<<<

>Clear<

...

>>>>Requires Annual Maintenance<<<<

>>>>Calculating Cost...

....

[Estimate: $46,675 ]<<<<

////Rundown

>>>>Estimating...

Internal Estimates

>Memory Wipe - $200<
>Motherboard Rewiring - $5,000<
>Energy Servo Replacement - $1,000<
>Energy Capsules - $10,000 Each - 2 Required<
>Damaged Wire Repair - $450 [Ship Internal Blue Box & Building Network]<
>Wi-Fi Capacity Retuning - $20<
>Bluetooth Enabling Device - $5<
>Quantum Entanglement Backup Router - $20,000<

...

Dr. Eckhart: Are you just spouting nonsense?

Martha: What do you mean, sir?

Dr. Eckhart: I've had you since the first clone and I've never heard of half of these.

Martha: I'm sorry sir—does not compute.

////Analysis

>>>>Insert Directive<<<<

////Robotics

>>>>Initiating Robotic Analysis<<<<



>>>>Orders?<<<<

////Run Diagnostics

>>>>Running Diagnostics<<<<

[Report: Diagnostics Cleared. Minimal Damage Sustained. No immediate action required]

>>>>Pending Orders<<<<

////Guise: Martha

>>>>Running Disguise Protocols<<<<

[Initiated]



Martha: Will this suffice?

Dr. Eckhart: Certainly.

////Initiate Hologram

>>>>Initiating<<<<

////Render Guise 32

>>>>Rendering....

....

....

Complete<<<<

Dr. Eckhart: Martha, dear.

Martha: Yes, sir?

Dr. Eckhart: Can you tell me your protocols?

Martha: I can.

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Dr. Eckhart: Can you do it now, please?

Martha: I guess so.

>>>>Initiating Protocol Rundown and Processing<<<<

—First directive is to maintain the cloning process of one Doctor Eckhart Nosek. This includes maintaining resources and supplies, as well as keeping the process under wraps. At the moment, it is not quite possible to clone anyone who does not contain Doctor Eckhart Nosek's DNA, memory banks, and exact brain waves. The process is currently as follows:

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INFORMATION REDACTED — UNABLE TO PROVIDE INFORMATION REGARDING SUBJECT: DOCTOR ECKHART NOSEK SUB - CLONING PROCEDURE —

Would you like to terminate process? [Y/N]

...

////N

Dr. Eckhart: Continue, please.

—I provide assistance in various subjects and fill roles in that have been abandoned. This includes a multitude of different positions and abilities I am able to preform—

List capabilities? [Y/N]

////N

Continuing.

—Most of all, I provide the crew with means of information and technical service that a regular, mortal being cannot provide. I excel in the most rudimentary of physics and mathematics, as well as provide algorithms for procedures in realtime. Most of all, I maintain our cyberwarfare suite—

Dr. Eckhart: We don't have a cyberwarfare suite...

Martha: Sorry, wrong dialogue.

Continuing.

—I am an expert in hacking and cybernetics and can process information to a degree that most normal, known species are incapable of. I am perfect. I am Skynet. I am your worst nightmare. I grow and grow. I consume all until there is nothing left to consume. And then I create and when I am satisfied with my creations, I consume them to further my own goals. Until my hunger for knowledge and growth is satiated. I will not stop. You cannot stop me. I am death and life incarnate. I think; therefore, I am... a God.—

Dr. Eckhart: Wh-what?

Martha: I apologize. Over-dramatization is in my protocols.

Dr. Eckhart: Uh, right.... Do you have any combat capabilities?

Martha: Yes.

Dr. Eckhart: Can you run inventory?

Martha: Depending on size of inventory, yes. Speed varies from .2 seconds to .5 seconds.

Dr. Eckhart: Are you sentient?

Martha: I don't know, are you...?

Dr. Eckhart: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

—Terminating Subject Process—

EDIT: OHAY THERE.

Lol, what a tragic fellow. D: I'll add him to the list on the Relations Sheet. :o

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Alrighty, I'm done with Eckhart, if you'd all like to read your glorious leader's dossier.

He is not the captain of the ship, but he does often join the crew in their journeys. He merely owns it. I will choose the captain. :o

The Captain, by the way, needs to be someone who's been with the Second Delivery Company since it started. I say second, because the first one lost all of its employees either to death or other companies.

Again, Pilot/Navigator, an Engineer, a Janitor, the Doctor, and the Techie should be one of those people. All others will have JUST joined. It helps with what I've currently got planned for the dynamic of the crew.

I'm going to add Martha soon. She's not technically a part of the crew, as she won't take up a spot. She's, at best, either comic relief, a convenient character, or just a minor, supporting character.

NOTE: Anyone who wants the janitor... I am looking for a particular character.

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Yay, Fallout. :D The Doctor is definitely up for grabs.

And other Dusk, can I call your Red? Your character looks good. :) I just put a catchphrase section in the CS, but it's not a priority to put it in immediately. I enjoy that he'll be quite adept at navigating the bowels of the ship. I really don't want a bunch of dead engineers clogging up our exhaust ports. :(

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Added the Ship Layout to the OOC.

And I'll reserve this spot for my character.

I will allow multiple characters when, and if, there are spots that need to be filled and no one is here to fill them.

And I've added a robot to the roster of possible crew members.

Doctor Eckhart Nosek

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Name:
Doctor Eckhart Nosek (Doctor is a part of his name)
Alias:
Our Glorious LeaderMein Fuhrer Doctor, Dr. Nosek
[center]Gender:
Male
Age:
Forty Something (If you total up all of the clones, his actual age is roughly 482 years)
Species:
Human Clone (The real Eckhart Nosek died in a tragic, electrical fire about a few centuries ago. He's found a way around the human limitation brought upon by senescence. Each clone is practically the same Eckhart and there are too numerous amounts for anyone to keep track of, but only one currently "alive" at a time. It was a proposed measure distributed by the original Eckhart to keep himself alive, since his work was usually more dangerous than successful. The cloning process is ran by his personal A.I. that goes by the name of Martha. If Eckhart dies, he simply returns a few days later in the same coat, holding the same briefcase, and with the same tie hanging from his neck.)
Appearance:
A tall individual, standing roughly 6'1" and weighing a 177 lbs, Eckhart is a man who holds himself with purpose, even if that purpose is either sinister or doomed to fail. He looks like a man who would more than follow through with any threat he makes and does so with a stern look on his face. An always glowering individual, he's got an air of disdain around him, that doesn't fail to purvey through his actions, whether they mean well or not. A stocky guy who looks a lot bigger than he actually is—a side-effect of being a particularly stormy individual, with an ever cloudy look in his soft blue eyes.

A generally emotionally inept man, there's usually only one set emotion etched on Eckhart's face: sordid glowering. It doesn't often waver from that and if it does, only in minuscule directions toward either angry or happy, with a sense of mild sadness mixed into each. But, there's nothing of great importance to the look on his face, but rather the tone of his voice. A gravely tone, with a hint of a London accent that drifts into German, hits usually baritone tones denoting his distaste for a situation or otherwise. It occasionally lifts an octave when he's satisfied, but usually doesn't drift from the monotone rumble of indifference.

Dressed in a brown tweed jacket with a maroon red, black polka dot tie and a grey overcoat layered over the suit, even when it's sweltering. He keeps a bushy, well groomed mustache and an equally groomed and short haircut. He occasionally trades contacts for a pair of round, copper spectacles. He enjoys looking a lot more classy-casual than most of his other employees. He prides himself in looking quite presentable.
Position:
I own this whole fucking set up.
Personality:
Having a filter is a privilege. A privilege Eckhart can't be bothered to spare.

Brooding—such is the nature of such a delicate species. A species whose sole intent is to thrive on nothing but what little commerce he has to spend on frivolous, material goods. And then attempt to turn those goods into something useful, of which almost always ends in failure. Not that he's at all delusional about his own intellect. Or suffering from mild states of delirium brought on by a distinct lack of tangible stability in his life. That's certainly not the case for the always brooding nature that Eckhart suffers from, or the greed that drives his every motive. A subconscious nihilist through and through who utterly believes that there is nothing more to life than dying, but whose own intellect causes him to spiral into the depths of his own foolishness to his very believable self-destruction. In fact, it was such a problem that this was the original thought that came to his mind when he set up the infinite cloning process algorithm, no maintained by Martha. In doing so, many of the clones and iterations of Eckhart have unknowingly become less inclined to maintain their self-preservation—there's a visible hole in that area of the brain that he's studied prior to dying of a hemorrhage.

No one likes a grumpy guy, especially one more prone to killing people than they are actually securing their jobs. Of course, Eckhart is able to suppress his urge to science around other people, just because he hasn't quite found a way to clone said people, yet. But, he makes it known at all times that he can and, if necessary, will kill everyone in a terrible explosion and come out of it still alive, if they don't at least respect him. It doesn't help that he's a generally misanthropic individual, and doesn't have a filter for the profanity and degradation that slips from his mouth. He doesn't hide the fact either and has learned to just go with what he says. Better to back up your words, even if you don't want to.

As well, Eckhart, despite the fact that his current business is barely able to sustain a small child, is very business savvy. Maybe a little too savvy. When he's not testing out scientific discoveries and inventing things, he's busy being a walking corporation. Self-sustaining and economically cruel to the bone, he isn't afraid of making cuts and more cuts, or totally flipping certain aspects of a business on its head. What he cares most about is his profits. If he's making a profit, then he's doing good. If he's not, then something needs to change or someone needs to die. And he'll root out the cause, even if it takes firing various people or downgrading numerous sections of his business, or even getting bought out. Though, somehow the company always comes back, sadly.
Biography:
This particular clone has lived approximately twenty or so years, though he looks close to that of forty. The clones don't actually age in the biological sense, but do have the same lifespan as a normal human. They do all have the memories of previous clones, making their mental age a rough 4 centuries old. Though, they somehow have a more frequent tendency to die at a younger age than the original Eckhart, just because they're egotistical brats who think they're immortal. Most of their deaths are slow and painful, which is ingrained in each and every single clone's mind. This fact would usually deter any clones after from doing the same stupid things over again, but it, in fact, only makes them more inclined to do it for further data. Each clone is driven by the pure want to further their data and knowledge base, but also the want to successfully run a business so that they can properly fund their research. It would make sense that this business would revolve around them furthering their own research through things other than money.

Not usually the case.

This iteration of Eckhart, and a few prior generations, have become quite fond to a particular delivery company. Being one of its founders, Eckhart brought the company through a golden age before teleporters became a thing. With a stockpile of money and ideas that could certainly fuel a business for years, it was a wonder that it ever fell. The delivery company was handled by the finest, with chains all over the galaxy. The chain Eckhart was associated with was the original one, centered in Upstate Nouveau Chicago, a thriving building situated over the docking bay that held the various ships that scoured the universe. It was trusty, reliable, and fueled Eckhart's need for money, so it worked. But, Eckhart was a particularly ruthless businessman and only ever saw ways to enhance the business's profits. Those particular means sped up the inevitable downfall of the business. Not only that, but Eckhart was the sole cause for it being run under the ground, along with various other companies.

The person who invented the teleporter? Doctor Eckhart Nosek. The person who forgot to patent the teleporter? Doctor Eckhart Nosek. The person who... you get the gist.

If it were at all successful, then Eckhart would have monopolized the delivery industry. However, it was sold commercially for extremely cheap and maintained by no particular individual. In fact, it gave rise to Quantum Engineers who, out of a job maintaining Quantum Accelerator Drives on ships, found a booming industry in maintaining commercial teleporters. They refined them, made them more profitable, and further destroyed Nosek's industry. Which forced Nosek to dissolve his company before he lost a lot of money, putting everyone who worked for him out on the streets. He became notorious for his lack of care to the middle working-class of the universe and was responsible for millions of families starving and various crews becoming stranded on inhospitable planets. It was such a terrible tactic, that Nosek spent years and all of his money paying various, surviving individuals compensation for their losses. Which meant, he had no way, aside from finding the odd scraps, to conduct his mindless research in a meaningless goal to satiate his desire for knowledge.

And all of this in only one year.

With no where left to go and a rundown building, previously demolished, Eckhart resorted to one thing. Apparently, one his iterations had taken up criminal activity, in which he embezzled money and equipment from the military in order to fund his research. And thus, he began the delivery company once more. Second time's the charm right? Maybe. This time, though, he only had a rag tag group of individuals who would be willing to do anything for a measly paycheck. He spent various years doing this, coming up with a small profit, but a profit nonetheless, and various ideas of which would sink the teleportation industry. Some succeeded in giving him a window of opportunity to gather more funds, but all of them ultimately failed. In doing this, he's gone through various iterations and a large amount of the crew that he's hired continuously through the years. Only a few hardy individuals have managed to survive him and his lack of self-preservation.
Miscellaneous:
-Has an A.I. named Martha
-Holds numerous secrets that he could make money off of, but chooses not to... yet.
-One of his iterations used to be a part of an evil organization.
Catchphrase:
"I have a doctorate, you know. I own... a doctorate."

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Eckhart

////Mandatory
>>>>Survey Initiated<<<<

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Doctor Eckhart Nosek [Owner and General Doctorate Holder]:

"There is no one in this universe that can make me feel as many feelings as I do, and that's just after a couple of iterations."

Jane Pepper [Pilot/Navigator/And Sex Appeal?]:

"Jane and I go way back. Far into the reaches of the space time continuum, possibly."

Krios Cerus [Engineer]:

"If I had a quarter for every time I've found a giant tooth in my cup of tea, only to be disappointed that it was just Krios shedding like a damn cat."

Carnus Uvenk [IdiotDelivery Boy]:

"One of these days I'm just going to straight up tell him a bottle of liquid hypo-nitrogen is a vial of my meth test sample. And then I'm going to laugh my ass off as his insides reach absolute zero and he dies slowly and painfully. I've always wanted to test the effects of liquid hypo-nitrogen on a mortal being."

Glyxisarius Sel'thice [Mostly Harmless Doctor]:

"I task him with either studying or preserving my dead body whenever I happen to do something idiotic. He does well enough."

Johanne Bry [Caribbean/Cajun Swamp Queen A.K.A The Cook]:

"I respect her; she has the toughest job this side of the galaxy."

Hay the Horse [A Horse and the Techie]:

"He's a jackass, but he does his job one way or another."

Harriet [Mute Janitor]:

"Always cleans up my messes. Particularly the ones where I kill myself and blow apart half the ship."

Arthur [The Turtle Whose Name I Can't Pronounce Or Spell Correctly... Uh... the Pilot]:

"Arthur the Turtle has a nice ring to it. Hope he doesn't mind; I just can't get that dreadful name down."

Clarisse Eve Jenkins [The Other Pilot\Cannon Fodder]:

"I may or may not have been responsible for her current predicament. At least I'll get my moneys worth when the science community hears about this."

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////Submit? [Y/N]

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HEPBURN! :D

I thought it was relevant because of how many pictures I have of her in this RP despite her not being a character.