Nightingale
The stars blurred past the lone freighter like snowfall in the night. Its crew had just successfully hauled a big shipment of modified omni-tools to a backwater colony in the Inner Rim. The long overdue payoff they received kept everyone happy – well, mostly everyone.
Zaygrah’s contemptuous silence was beginning to irritate Alexio. They both sat in their designated stations on the bridge; the zabrak, brooding in her navigations chair, while the Captain relaxed at the helm with his feet on the dash. “You gonna say what’s on your mind, Red Horn?” He ordered more than asked, a slight southern drawl present in his low tone. “I can almost hear you thinkin’ back there. Been hearing it since we left Yuran.”
“Call me Red Horn again and I’ll slice your throat open,” The zabrak snapped. “And if you already know my thoughts, then why proceed to ask for them!?”
Alexio couldn’t help but smile as he felt her laser eyes burn into the back of his head. He found pleasure in the simplest of things, and pissing off a warrior-cultured alien was one of them. He mastered it to the point where he knew, albeit the hard way, which buttons not to press. Not quite the savant like crewmate Rulmar, but he's getting there.
"I'm not one to make assumptions, Re-Zaygrah. I'd much rather hear it from the source. Besides, you could be mad about a lot of things." He turned to face the zabrak, who fiercely met his gaze. Her expression was intense, and he found himself checking to make sure she wasn’t armed before continuing. “Like why Rulmar got a bigger chunk of the profits from our last job? Or why we’re on our way to Malastare?”
She rolled her eyes. “I will discuss the former issue with the little bantha fodder, shortly.” Alexio nodded enthusiastically, almost giddy at the thought of those two going at it again. “But Malastare. Really? Must we add another imbecile to our already imbecilic crew?”
“Look, upkeep is burning a hole through our repair budget, Zay.” The Captain sighed, rubbing the sides of his skull. “It’s the price we have to pay for keeping our Nightingale sitting pretty. We need someone monitoring the ship’s systems, full-time; fix things proper around here, nice and cheap like, before it becomes a problem. An expensive problem. ”
“And the Wookie is not suited for this task?”
“Wrrlevge knows the Nightingale like the back of his furry paw, but as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he could use an extra hand. Multicore kinetic shielding is a science in on itself, ya know.”
“Then why not save even more money and appoint me for the role? Do you think I am not up to the task? Or Rulmar? Surely he can take time out of his busy schedule ‘surfing’ the extranet and be useful for once.”
Alexio regretted ever opening his mouth. He much rather preferred the tension-filled silence than this. “As much as you despise the volus with every fiber of your being, Rulmar is the one keeping our accounts afloat with jobs that don’t shortchange for peanuts. Oh, and do you remember the last time you tried helping Wrrlevge calibrate the GARDAIN lasers we got?” Zaygrah rolled her eyes again, mouthing Alexio’s next sentence, word-for-word. “You damaged the circuit boards to its targeting systems so bad, it ended up costing triple the lasers to install new ones! We were living off emergency rations til we broke even!”
Alexio looked at her firmly now, his smug demeanor replaced with an unflinching sternness. “You, Rulmar, and yes – even me. We all have our duties aboard this ship. We help when we can, but like I said, and will say for the last damn time: We need another pair of hands, capable hands, runnin diagnostics. Either get with the program or find yourself a new ship at Malastare.” The tension was thick, but it quickly left the room as soon as Wrrlevge entered the bridge. Thank the heavens.
“Oh don’t be so melodramatic, Alexio." She scoffed, her attitude more relaxed with the Wookie present. Wrrlevge seem to be the only one onboard that had that kind of effect on her. Seven feet worth of man bear that tear your arms off no problem was enough incentive to keep anyone in line. "This is your ship. Just don’t come crying to me when this plan backfires.” She took a quick glance at her terminal before she rose from her station. “We’ll enter Malastare space in 15. If I may take my leave, Captain?”
Alexio gestured with his hand as if he were swatting away a pesky fly. “Go.” She mockingly bowed, then turned toward the door and nodded to the Wookie. “I hope you softened up Rulmar for me.” Zaygrah said, cracking her knuckles as she exited the bridge.
“As always big guy, your timin’s impeccable. I mean that with every ounce of sincerity left in me.” He let out a sigh of relief, but it quickly turned into an agitated groan as he saw the Wookie’s face. Even past his furred exterior, Alexio could detect the slightest of subtleties in Wrrlevge’s body language. Great, another disgruntled employee. “Sit down... let's hear it.”
From that point on, up until the Nightingale entered Malastare’s atmosphere and arrived at the designated hangar bay, Alexio discussed Wrrlevge's issue in a patient, less sarcastic manner, a courtesy he'd never dream of offering Zaygrah. She, on the other hand, spared no expense in letting the volus know what she thought of him, his influence on the captain, and the prospect of another ‘imbecile on board a ship of imbeciles’ no thanks to his recommendation.
Yup, just another lovely ride aboard the Nightingale...
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Seriously (hey Raddum!) I don't think I've ever seen a standalone ff6 rp, let alone a well crafted plot to match. It's usually dissidia related.
Siphran said
Most likely, seeing as this is right after the whole Tower shindig, Fractal would have some pretty juicy stuff to pass on to a certain "Voice of the People". Or any underground news network for that matter.
Would Fractal perhaps like to coordinate with a CGB politician and his direct contact to a certain OLNN news reporter, who is tired of getting swept under the rug?
Great stuff so far. Should have a post up later today.
I'm glad to be part of this RP again, and extra glad that it's still moving along. As I told Cat, reading chapter 1 in its entirety really made Outremer come alive. I've been doing this for awhile now, and most of the RPs I join don't seem to make it past the 2nd page. The fact that we completed a chapter (even though I was out for most of it) means a lot to me. It is great to be able to escape RL and collaborate and learn from great writers and build a world with our imagination. Just know that the words you write are appreciated and thank you for the enjoyable read. /cheese
An RPer made that faction but never got the chance to establish them. From what I remembered, they operated as an isolated entity with their own agenda. As far as what the specifics are to that agenda, I'm not sure, but Chapter 2 seems like a good place for them to start making their presence known. Nobody is currently controlling them, so it's really up to you (and Cat) as far as how involved you want them to be. I'd love to help, but I've got news reporters, politicians, and a snarky epidemiologist + her hazard team on my plate.
drallinix said
ok so what part does the red cross play ive read through and so far they haven't done anything that I saw what is their specific niche what do they do are they for BESC or the rebellion and would they send knights as a strike force?
An RPer made that faction but never got the chance to establish them. From what I remembered, they operated as an isolated entity with their own agenda. As far as what the specifics are to that agenda, I'm not sure, but Chapter 2 seems like a good place for them to start making their presence known. Nobody is currently controlling them, so it's really up to you (and Cat) as far as how involved you want them to be. I'd love to help, but I've got news reporters, politicians, and a snarky epidemiologist + her hazard team on my plate.
Name: Zetram Cristophe
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Personality: He gives off the impression of a kindhearted adventurer that safeguards his emotions. Zetram is an eloquent conversationalist, but prefers to steer clear of being the center of attention. According to his former mentor, the young machinist has a brilliant mind for improvisation and invention, but, quote, "wastes it away by getting into trouble with unsavory degenerates."
Bio: He grew up in Figaro's Training Academy with no recollection of his parents, and put through a rigorous curriculum that included martial arts, machinery, and invention. As a top student, he was groomed for enlistment into Figaro's special task force, but declined for reasons unknown. The decision did not go well with the ruling board. He was kicked out and suspended, indefinitely.
Zetram decided to travel the world on his own for awhile, heading east until he stumbled upon the city of Mobliz, where he was recruited by the Crimson Robbers. He was young, naïve, and desperate at the time; all he wanted was a warm meal and place to stay, and they were willing to offer him all of that and more. Thus began Zetram's life as a thief. He put his academy skills to use by creating inventions that helped the Crimson Robbers in their exploits. In return, not only was he handsomely rewarded for it, but he also learned the tricks of their trade. It was quickly shaping up to be a bold and exciting lifestyle, but the nature of the work did not sit well with Zetram.
The Crimson Robbers were a troublesome bunch, and their activities quickly went from stealing, to killing. Zetram couldn't live with himself knowing they'd get away with murder, so he tricked the Crimson Robbers into believing that there was secret treasure buried deep in Figaro Castle. He spoke of a story about a group of thieves that stole vast riches from a hidden vault, suggesting that it was only one of many treasured rooms. One of the robbers confirmed Zetram's story with another; speaking about their former leader named Gerard, who sacrificed himself to sandworms so his men could flee with Figaro's riches. The Crimson Robbers were thoroughly convinced by Zetram's story, and they plotted a course toward the castle.
Little did they know, Zetram had alerted Figaro authorities prior to their departure; he wrote details about their plan in a couriered message, explaining how he intends to lead the Crimson Robbers into their custody. It was a chance to get back into the Academy's good graces. Maybe enough to give him another opportunity to enlist in the special task force again. If they did, he'd join without question this time around. He was done being a criminal, ready to leave this empty life behind, ready to be a part of something more meaningful. Zetram, however, didn't quite get the response he anticipated.
When the group was apprehended, a Figaro Marshall revealed the note Zetram sent, showing it to the Crimson Robbers as evidence of his deception. "Looks like he played you scum!" The officer laughed. When Zetram tried explaining that he was a former student who only wished to put these criminals behind bars, the Marshall said: "Good! You can join them for being their accomplice!"
He was at a loss for words. How could a kingdom that once adored him, treat him so cruelly? He was only trying to do the right thing. Why couldn't the Marshall see that? Zetram still had one trick up his sleeve. Using a powerful flash device, he blinded everyone in the vicinity and managed to escape. Now on the run from Figaro authorities and the Crimson Robbers, Zetram flees aimlessly from town-to-town, until he somehow winds up lost inside the Phantom Forest...
Special abilities/skills: Tools, Steal.
Weaknesses: Zetram has a hard time trusting people. He prefers to work independently and seldom asks for help. He is not a skilled magic-user, whatsoever.
Other: The cloak and mask are recent editions used to conceal himself from his pursuers. The mask gives off a high evasion enchantment, while the cloak activates protective barriers when attacked by multiple enemies.
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Personality: He gives off the impression of a kindhearted adventurer that safeguards his emotions. Zetram is an eloquent conversationalist, but prefers to steer clear of being the center of attention. According to his former mentor, the young machinist has a brilliant mind for improvisation and invention, but, quote, "wastes it away by getting into trouble with unsavory degenerates."
Bio: He grew up in Figaro's Training Academy with no recollection of his parents, and put through a rigorous curriculum that included martial arts, machinery, and invention. As a top student, he was groomed for enlistment into Figaro's special task force, but declined for reasons unknown. The decision did not go well with the ruling board. He was kicked out and suspended, indefinitely.
Zetram decided to travel the world on his own for awhile, heading east until he stumbled upon the city of Mobliz, where he was recruited by the Crimson Robbers. He was young, naïve, and desperate at the time; all he wanted was a warm meal and place to stay, and they were willing to offer him all of that and more. Thus began Zetram's life as a thief. He put his academy skills to use by creating inventions that helped the Crimson Robbers in their exploits. In return, not only was he handsomely rewarded for it, but he also learned the tricks of their trade. It was quickly shaping up to be a bold and exciting lifestyle, but the nature of the work did not sit well with Zetram.
The Crimson Robbers were a troublesome bunch, and their activities quickly went from stealing, to killing. Zetram couldn't live with himself knowing they'd get away with murder, so he tricked the Crimson Robbers into believing that there was secret treasure buried deep in Figaro Castle. He spoke of a story about a group of thieves that stole vast riches from a hidden vault, suggesting that it was only one of many treasured rooms. One of the robbers confirmed Zetram's story with another; speaking about their former leader named Gerard, who sacrificed himself to sandworms so his men could flee with Figaro's riches. The Crimson Robbers were thoroughly convinced by Zetram's story, and they plotted a course toward the castle.
Little did they know, Zetram had alerted Figaro authorities prior to their departure; he wrote details about their plan in a couriered message, explaining how he intends to lead the Crimson Robbers into their custody. It was a chance to get back into the Academy's good graces. Maybe enough to give him another opportunity to enlist in the special task force again. If they did, he'd join without question this time around. He was done being a criminal, ready to leave this empty life behind, ready to be a part of something more meaningful. Zetram, however, didn't quite get the response he anticipated.
When the group was apprehended, a Figaro Marshall revealed the note Zetram sent, showing it to the Crimson Robbers as evidence of his deception. "Looks like he played you scum!" The officer laughed. When Zetram tried explaining that he was a former student who only wished to put these criminals behind bars, the Marshall said: "Good! You can join them for being their accomplice!"
He was at a loss for words. How could a kingdom that once adored him, treat him so cruelly? He was only trying to do the right thing. Why couldn't the Marshall see that? Zetram still had one trick up his sleeve. Using a powerful flash device, he blinded everyone in the vicinity and managed to escape. Now on the run from Figaro authorities and the Crimson Robbers, Zetram flees aimlessly from town-to-town, until he somehow winds up lost inside the Phantom Forest...
Special abilities/skills: Tools, Steal.
Weaknesses: Zetram has a hard time trusting people. He prefers to work independently and seldom asks for help. He is not a skilled magic-user, whatsoever.
Other: The cloak and mask are recent editions used to conceal himself from his pursuers. The mask gives off a high evasion enchantment, while the cloak activates protective barriers when attacked by multiple enemies.
Main Channel: Prime Broadcast: Emeritus A01 - OLNN 3DHD
Behind a news anchor desk sits a mustachioed man in a grey suit. His piercing blue eyes gaze directly into the main floor camera, signature shit-eating grin ever present.
“Welcome Outremer, and thank you for joining me,” He begins with an animated wink and finger point at the camera. “I’m your news anchor, William Ironstone, and this is OLNN Primetime.”
An orchestra soundtrack accompanies an overly dramatic intro graphic. William Ironstone stands on top of a mountain overlooking Babylon, Edessa, Actim, and Reunion, which are edited to appear as one big city. A group of children accompany him, pointing and gasping in awe. William Ironstone nods his head and crouches so that he is at eye level with the children, mouthing incoherent words and pointing at each city, to which the children acknowledge with enthusiastic head nods. Just then, a group of ships fly overhead, and the camera follows their path until they fly over the city, allowing a regal font trimmed in gold to spell out: Primetime with William Ironstone! from their exhaust. The font then shrinks to the bottom right side of the screen, the letters OLNN are its background as you're brought back to the news anchor for live reporting.
“We start you off with the breaking news of the day…” The camera shifts William Ironstone off to the side of the screen, allowing a holographic display of a crumpled building to take center stage. ”A hot pursuit in Bablyon leads to an unfortunate event at Project Tower V1115. Joining with us on the scene is OLNN reporter Lesita Morana…Lesita are you there?”
The holographic display zeroes in on the rooftop of an adjacent building from the wreckage, panning out to include a woman in a velvet business coat and skirt. “Yes, William thank you.” Her tone is more personable, expressing a deep concern over what has transpired. “What started as an air-chase through city traffic has resulted in an all-out war between BESC authorities and a group of unidentified suspects. The aftermath? Just take a look behind me."
The camera focuses in on the cluttered remains of a building's infrastructure, caught in a haze of debris. City aid workers from various departments are littered about the site, as emergency lights from all sorts of assistance vehicles flash in the distance. "We are receiving conflicting reports about the destruction of Project Tower V1115. However, an overwhelming account from survivors and eye-witnesses, suggest a more definitive answer."
A recording from earlier is then broadcasted, showing a middle-aged man clutching his son, both covered in debris with various bruises and wounds. “Good thing we was on the twelfth *bleep* floor! My wife Elain grabbed our other two daughters. They got out way before those *bleep* *bleep* BESC *bleep* came in and decided to bomb our home! Elain! If you see this baby, me and Ray got out this mess! We alive! No thanks to BESC. How you gonna take out a whole building full of innocent, hardworking taxpayers, just because you couldn’t do ya damn job right?”
“Since the interview, we've received word that the family was reunited at Regional Care in downtown,” Lesita narrates, “However, not all stories have a happy ending…”
A clip of another resident is then displayed of an older lady, struggling to speak between heart wrenching sobs. “There are people, innocent people out here! Good people! People I’ve grown up with all my life. Families. Friends. Where is the justice in this? Why take out an entire tower? If I didn’t go shopping... I’d have been dead with the rest of them!” Tears are flowing uncontrollably. “I’d have gladly t-taken their place. Those poor families don’t deserve this…We don't deserve this!”
Retrieved security footage from the Project Tower is spliced together, showing a male getting chased by a single pursuer. “What you are about to see next is graphic, and I urge our younger viewers to please look away,” Lesita Morana says back in live broadcast, “The unidentified criminal is fleeing from what looks to be a modified persons, one who is clearly firing with disregard for human life. Over a hundred casualties have been reported, with several hundred reports of Project Tower V1115 residents missing. A BESC representative has declined to issue a statement regarding the matter. Understandably so. Considering the controversial resignation of former rep Illugia Faux, BESC is more than likely going through a transitional process of in-house restructuring...We the citizens of Outreme can only hope.” The last sentence was layered with a snarky attitude. She made no effort to conceal it.
Lesita Morana was about to inform the viewing audience about what they can do to help, but an immediate push from the studio room pans the viewer’s attention back to William Ironstone.
“…We apologize for those disturbing images. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the Babylonians who have suffered on this tragic day. I must, however, note that the claims made by the interviewees have not been confirmed. We will continue to update you with a more definitive account of this ungodly incident as more accurate details emerge. And to elaborate more on Lesita Morana’s last little quip… Former BESC Representative Illugia Faux! Who would have seen that coming? I’ll tell you: Me. I’ve told you, the viewing audience, time and time again about Mr. Faux’s seedy relations with corrupt CGB aficionados. Joining with me in the studio, OLNN Political Analyst Bob Spearhead is here to discuss this pressing issue!”
The camera pans so that William Ironstone is on the other side of the screen now, putting a balding, gaunt male in his fifties into focus. “Well let’s just say...” His voice is excruciatingly raspy, and he excessively licks his lips due to dry mouth. “One man does not represent the many, I mean..." The camera goes back to William Ironstone, who makes no attempt to salvage the awkward silence, forcing Spearhead to trudge forward. "But I mean, look, um, even amongst the controversy, we can say that he didn’t do a bad job in office. I mean, am I right?...”
Behind a news anchor desk sits a mustachioed man in a grey suit. His piercing blue eyes gaze directly into the main floor camera, signature shit-eating grin ever present.
“Welcome Outremer, and thank you for joining me,” He begins with an animated wink and finger point at the camera. “I’m your news anchor, William Ironstone, and this is OLNN Primetime.”
An orchestra soundtrack accompanies an overly dramatic intro graphic. William Ironstone stands on top of a mountain overlooking Babylon, Edessa, Actim, and Reunion, which are edited to appear as one big city. A group of children accompany him, pointing and gasping in awe. William Ironstone nods his head and crouches so that he is at eye level with the children, mouthing incoherent words and pointing at each city, to which the children acknowledge with enthusiastic head nods. Just then, a group of ships fly overhead, and the camera follows their path until they fly over the city, allowing a regal font trimmed in gold to spell out: Primetime with William Ironstone! from their exhaust. The font then shrinks to the bottom right side of the screen, the letters OLNN are its background as you're brought back to the news anchor for live reporting.
“We start you off with the breaking news of the day…” The camera shifts William Ironstone off to the side of the screen, allowing a holographic display of a crumpled building to take center stage. ”A hot pursuit in Bablyon leads to an unfortunate event at Project Tower V1115. Joining with us on the scene is OLNN reporter Lesita Morana…Lesita are you there?”
The holographic display zeroes in on the rooftop of an adjacent building from the wreckage, panning out to include a woman in a velvet business coat and skirt. “Yes, William thank you.” Her tone is more personable, expressing a deep concern over what has transpired. “What started as an air-chase through city traffic has resulted in an all-out war between BESC authorities and a group of unidentified suspects. The aftermath? Just take a look behind me."
The camera focuses in on the cluttered remains of a building's infrastructure, caught in a haze of debris. City aid workers from various departments are littered about the site, as emergency lights from all sorts of assistance vehicles flash in the distance. "We are receiving conflicting reports about the destruction of Project Tower V1115. However, an overwhelming account from survivors and eye-witnesses, suggest a more definitive answer."
A recording from earlier is then broadcasted, showing a middle-aged man clutching his son, both covered in debris with various bruises and wounds. “Good thing we was on the twelfth *bleep* floor! My wife Elain grabbed our other two daughters. They got out way before those *bleep* *bleep* BESC *bleep* came in and decided to bomb our home! Elain! If you see this baby, me and Ray got out this mess! We alive! No thanks to BESC. How you gonna take out a whole building full of innocent, hardworking taxpayers, just because you couldn’t do ya damn job right?”
“Since the interview, we've received word that the family was reunited at Regional Care in downtown,” Lesita narrates, “However, not all stories have a happy ending…”
A clip of another resident is then displayed of an older lady, struggling to speak between heart wrenching sobs. “There are people, innocent people out here! Good people! People I’ve grown up with all my life. Families. Friends. Where is the justice in this? Why take out an entire tower? If I didn’t go shopping... I’d have been dead with the rest of them!” Tears are flowing uncontrollably. “I’d have gladly t-taken their place. Those poor families don’t deserve this…We don't deserve this!”
Retrieved security footage from the Project Tower is spliced together, showing a male getting chased by a single pursuer. “What you are about to see next is graphic, and I urge our younger viewers to please look away,” Lesita Morana says back in live broadcast, “The unidentified criminal is fleeing from what looks to be a modified persons, one who is clearly firing with disregard for human life. Over a hundred casualties have been reported, with several hundred reports of Project Tower V1115 residents missing. A BESC representative has declined to issue a statement regarding the matter. Understandably so. Considering the controversial resignation of former rep Illugia Faux, BESC is more than likely going through a transitional process of in-house restructuring...We the citizens of Outreme can only hope.” The last sentence was layered with a snarky attitude. She made no effort to conceal it.
Lesita Morana was about to inform the viewing audience about what they can do to help, but an immediate push from the studio room pans the viewer’s attention back to William Ironstone.
“…We apologize for those disturbing images. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the Babylonians who have suffered on this tragic day. I must, however, note that the claims made by the interviewees have not been confirmed. We will continue to update you with a more definitive account of this ungodly incident as more accurate details emerge. And to elaborate more on Lesita Morana’s last little quip… Former BESC Representative Illugia Faux! Who would have seen that coming? I’ll tell you: Me. I’ve told you, the viewing audience, time and time again about Mr. Faux’s seedy relations with corrupt CGB aficionados. Joining with me in the studio, OLNN Political Analyst Bob Spearhead is here to discuss this pressing issue!”
The camera pans so that William Ironstone is on the other side of the screen now, putting a balding, gaunt male in his fifties into focus. “Well let’s just say...” His voice is excruciatingly raspy, and he excessively licks his lips due to dry mouth. “One man does not represent the many, I mean..." The camera goes back to William Ironstone, who makes no attempt to salvage the awkward silence, forcing Spearhead to trudge forward. "But I mean, look, um, even amongst the controversy, we can say that he didn’t do a bad job in office. I mean, am I right?...”
@Sugihito you're welcome!
Sweeeeeet!!!!! Yeah. You can thank Marcus for sending it to the top, otherwise we would've missed it. Going to think up some ideas for a char while trying hard not to boot up the game again XD Should have something up later tonight.
Sweeeeeet!!!!! Yeah. You can thank Marcus for sending it to the top, otherwise we would've missed it. Going to think up some ideas for a char while trying hard not to boot up the game again XD Should have something up later tonight.
Nice cs sugihito. Though, according to Daemyn's op this RP takes place 50 years after the World of Ruin/Returner-Kefka conflict, so if you were part of the Gestahlian empire, I'd imagine you'd be much more older given the timeframe.
How did I not see this sooner?! FFVI is my all time fave next to tactics. If this is still active then I plan on putting a cs together.
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