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The person who opened the door looked like he wished he hadn't. The baggy & bloodshot eyes, oil-smudged face, and moist chin, combined with his uneasy posture suggested he'd been sleeping.

"Hello? Sorry, my memory's kind of shit. Do we know each other?" he asked.

Violet's mouth formed a small O, which she covered up.

"Did I wake you? I woke you, didn't I? I am SO sorry! And I totally forgot to bring a gift. I'll...be back in an hour. Is that okay?"
In Star Trader 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Well, while I was dreaming up a scene exploring life on the Terran side of Charon, it inspired me to start another 1x1 RP for it. I hope you don't mind that I did that. I'm tempted to do a crossover between the RPs at some point, since they take place in the same timeline and (ultimately) on the same planet.

As far as the scene goes, I was thinking of telling a story about a brother and sister struggling to survive the tyrannical regime. The sister is the optimistic one, believing that the Empire will come save them someday. The brother is more pessimistic, believing that neither faction really cares about the individual and doesn't give a hoot if it doesn't affect them in any major way. One day, he's involved in a tragic event; I haven't decided whether he's put do death for racial prejudice, castrated for a false rape charge, loses a limb or two, falls sick of flesh-eating bacteria or cancer, or something else. If he lives through it, his sister tries to help him escape to the Crescent side of Charon, where the legendary Imperial healers can help him. He doesn't make it there, so the two of them are stuck on the Terran side of Charon with no way to get help. When our characters arrive during the climax of the story, helping this pair will be one of our missions.

The underground of the Crescent Federation were not, as propagandists would have you believe, particularly dark or dreary places to live. Rimgard, so named for its original role in protecting underground residents from the border conflict on the surface, was one of the brighter cities on Charon, and might have been a tourist attraction were it not still actively functioning in its original role. A gentle river flowed through the city, breathing life into every corner it touched before laughing over the waterfalls. Gemstones glittered like stars in the cavern roof, and together with the thousands of other warm lights scattered around the city, there was hardly a moment of darkness to drag a man down.

While many lived their whole lives never venturing to the surface, it wasn't particularly difficult to see true sunlight, if one were so inclined, and the surface, too, held wonders that the ground below could never rival. The frequent solar flares that often washed over Charon's magnetic field produced breathtaking auroras on an almost daily basis. Fields of flowers in rainbows of color stretched as far as the eye could see, tenderly grown by graying old soldiers to remind them of a home they would never return to.

Along the path beside one such field, a young woman knelt at the edge to gaze at a single flower, her chestnut hair playing a little in the breeze. She touched its petals one by one until, when she at last made a circle, a giggle dropped from her mouth.

"Good sir!" she called out to the elderly gentleman nearby.
"Yes, miss?"
"Are you a flower too? Because smell just as lovely."
The old man threw back his head and cackled. "Now now, go on you, git! And blessed mornin' to you!"
The woman tipped her hat and grinned. "That it is. That it is." She strode back down the path with a wheeled luggage case in one hand, snapping her fingers to a tune her lips whispered the words to. She took a public teleporter and stepped out of the station into what felt like a whole new world. As she navigated her way through the underground city, she couldn't help clutching her chest as she gasped at all the sights. Glistening towers, actual hovercars, and unique inventions with no equivalent back home dotted the urban setting. She almost forgot about her house until a well-placed You Are Here map reminded her.

When she arrived at the address of her new house, she took a moment to stare at it with satisfaction. The place was a little small for the neighborhood, but plenty big enough for one simple girl and any potential boyfriend. By the time she finished unloading all her things, however, an uneasy loneliness set in that drove her to march back outside, take a breath of fresh air, and set her sights on her next door neighbor.

The young woman reached for the doorbell. Her finger hovered over the button. In a few moments, she would meet another person with their own stories to tell, their own goals, fears, and histories, and their own unique personality. She would meet another mind, a creation of divine majesty unique in all the universe. And all it took was a few millimeters of movement.

Who would they be?

She pressed the doorbell to find out.

@Rabidporcupine
In Star Trader 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
You're too kind, ineffable. :') <3

To be clear, this is primarily a romance set in a future fantasy drama. Anime art style is preferred.
In Star Trader 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Finally posted. I sincerely apologize for the wait; I wasn't expecting to take this long. You doing okay?
In Star Trader 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Warp us to the starbase at Horus II. Know how to do it?"
The corner of Sofie's mouth turned up slightly.

Ed's did too. Watch and learn, captain. She's the best dang pilot this side of the galaxy. Of course she can do it. He looked on with pride as Sofie commanded the other pilot seat, and watched in awe as her fingers danced along the control panel to select coordinates, tweak autopilot settings, and adjust flight controls. When her hand moved to take the throttle, Ed forgot to remove his, and their hands briefly touched. Though she swiftly curled her fingers away, the damage was done - the place where she touched him became sacred ground to the lovestruck man. Ed could still feel the tingle long after contact was lost. He blushed and released the throttle, struggling to hide his growing smile.

Sofie eased the throttle forward. The gentle acceleration pressed them into the backs of their seats, giving them a true, thrilling sense of flight that simulators could never fully replicate. The fusion rockets propelled the Raving Maiden through Crescent Prime's atmosphere, past the planetary shield barrier, and out into open space. The stars glittered like a million jewels in a midnight sea, and when the warp drive activated, every single one of them became like shooting stars, as if were wishing the young passengers safe travels on their maiden voyage out before fading into the black.

Captain Darcy let out an exaggerated sigh of relief and clapped his hands. "Your technique could use some improvement here and there, but that was a solid first try for a newbie pilot. Nicely done, m'girl. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a nap in my bunks. Do not disturb me until we arrive at our destination, understand? Good." Without waiting for their response, Darcy flung his jacket over one shoulder and lumbered down the hall to his quarters.

Ed looked at Sofie and grinned. "Your technique could use some improvement!" he mocked. "Screw that! You did great, Sofie. Flawless technique. That old geezer doesn't hold a candle to you; I bet he's just embarrassed you showed him up on his own ship. He seems like a nice guy, though. I'd bet anything he's got some wild stories to tell."
You know how, in many fantasy stories, there's always ruins of an ancient empire and/or ancient heroic weapons, but the ancients are never around?

You know how, in many sci-fi stories, there's always a big, evil empire that exists solely to ruin the protagonists' day?

This empire is none of those things.

Welcome to the Milky Way in 3200 A.D. Back in the year 2500 or so, Earth's sole colony on 55 Cancri B declared its independence from the United Nations, forming the very first extra-terrestrial civilization in history. They named themselves Crescent, after the ancient Fertile Crescent, the birthplace of human civilization. The revolution sparked a frantic race to colonize as many planets as possible. Both habitable and uninhabitable planets were up for grabs, and within a few centuries time, the whole galaxy was settled. With the discovery of mana on planet Aion, and with it the wonders of magic, the Crescent Empire monopolized this power, and went from technological parity with the U.N. to far and away the most advanced faction in the galaxy.

Unlike their communist neighbors, however, the Crescents had higher ideals to use their newfound powers for. Inspired by the example set by the ancient United States, they brought freedom to every world they colonized. Their civilization flourished during several centuries of relative peace (punctuated, of course, by occasional conflicts brought on by cultural upheavals). This peace ground to a halt, however, when both the Crescent and Terran factions made a move to colonize Charon.

Charon was possibly the most dangerous habitable world in all of known space. Frequent solar flares, a caustic nebula, vast asteroid fields, and gravitic storms made it treacherous for even the most durable starships to traverse. But what made it valuable was its near-limitless quantities of titanium, the preferred resource for starship construction. Both factions settled the world, sparking a brutal territorial war that left both sides reeling.

In the decades after, the dust eventually settled and a narrow border formed between the two factions, dividing the planet in two. While the Empire and the U.N. are still technically at war, neither side is willing to make a move on the other, allowing an uneasy peace to set in. Your character is native to this world, a descendant of stranded soldiers whom the Crescent Empire was unable to bring home. With the benefits of magic and futuristic technology at their fingertips, life has become relatively easy for the Empire's citizens on this side of the border.

But for those living in U.N. territory on the other side of the border, only the horrors of tyranny await. The intrusive surveillance state stuck its fingers into every part of life, deciding everyone's place in society through psychological analysis and racial prejudice. Genocidal massacres against an arbitrary Evil Race of the Week made every waking moment a terrifying one, and perpetual starvation drives many to inhumane depths no living soul should ever endure. When they aren't scraping a living in this hell-hole, they're fleeing for the border, praying for a swift death they would otherwise never enjoy. The majority never make it across.

Few Crescents even think about their fellow humans on the other side of the border, let alone try to help them in any way. You don't either, at first; you're too busy enjoying a budding romance with your beautiful neighbor. But when a couple of lucky migrants show up at your doorstep hungry, naked, and sick, you're dragged into a struggle that threatens to reignite an old war and break the uneasy peace millions gave their lives to create.

Cunning enemies, unexpected allies, political intrigue, and a secret operation of unprecedented scope will turn your ordinary sci-fi life into an epic tale to be retold for generations to come.

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