Vecee

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

I'm really, really sorry for not having posted- like, damn, 28 days, I need to get my life on track with this. Thank you for being patient in advance, I'll get a post out tomorrow or Saturday I swear.

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Grace, New Newyork

She quickly lifted her head, glancing at CB17 with a hesitant voice "What, n-no, no, I'm fine thanks." with the tapping coming to a halt, leg still. Even after speaking her direction would come to the floor again, something so prevalent that one could think she'd be an expert a floor tiles. Silence taking over once more as the shuttle moved it's way through the depths of the district, the suspense and adrenaline in her body became a source of irritation. How much longer did they have to wait? It was a case of nervousness that dictated her to not fly the shuttle, New Newyork- let alone Earth -being such unfamiliar territory, it was hard not to overthink and break down in fear at the prospect of piloting through such a world.

However, this oncoming irritation only fueled motivation, and the motivation was that of getting this shuttle on track. "We need to get there faster, so uh, I'll just be...piloting." Grace was still as nervous as ever despite the newfound urge to get things moving, glancing over at bulky droid before opening the door swiftly, disappearing even faster as the pilot's seat would be taken up, controls wrangled back from the autopilot. A new shuttle would provide a lot of obstacles in the way for someone who was used to simply operating these machines, but, for someone of Grace's background, the only different thing was the logo of the company who owns the plating. The insides of controls like these had been torn apart too many times. Once gawking at and getting used to the controls was done, the great urban abyss was left to be piloted through, endless rows of lit up windows, long pipes and a hard time finding out what was up from down when the sky was out of sight. Giving a heavy sigh, Grace would glance over to the nearest indicator of where they were suppose to go, trying not to be too distracted by the scenery. And trying not to think too much on if the autopilot was actually faster...

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

@6slyboy6 I'll deliver a post...soon.

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If I don't post tonight I'll post tomorrow. Also I'll be sending out a notification to everyone who is on the roster but hasn't posted.

@Thread Generator SIN

Sweet, looking forward to it! Once the pirates are let loose, I'll post a ton more.

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[snip]
Everyone finding their starting locations okay?

@Thread Generator SIN

Just hoping @thegreenleafe posts soon.
Do you want the shuttle to land at all and get things rolling for the pirates?

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@Thread Generator SIN Woops! Er, sorry about that then, want me to rewrite it? I got the time!

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Holiday

A loud sigh of frustration came from the Europa as it sat peacefully in the hangar. The small fighter had been recently spray painted, with the outlines of the chosen artwork laying next to the quiet spacecraft, tossed aside after having been used like the paint cans. The right wing had the word “TEAM” on it, with the mythical planet of Kathar- the Kathirian homeworld -just below. The left wing meanwhile had the word “KATHIRIAN” with the skull of the same species spray painted below it. It was Holiday’s idea originally, a poorly drawn sketch which he had confronted Grace with in a burst of positive energy some time earlier, having completely interrupted a session of repairs just so they could customize their craft some more. That same positive energy he lacked right now.

Today had gone from great to horrible! Well, for him.

Grace had been sent with another two crewmembers in a shuttle, ridiculous- they were a team! Team Kathirian, the bestest crew in the whole galaxy! Partners in discovery, open to all who had a thirst for adventure. No brawl was too violent, no enemy too tough, no system too far! They could achieve anything as long as they believed! Together forever through thick and thin, loyal to their friends and those who fought with them! Nothing could or should separate them!

Well, thats what Holiday thought. Sitting in the cockpit alone with a frown, fiddling with the radio as a blanket covered his body up to the shoulders, with one hand holding a mug of a warm beverage. He was angry before with Grace being sent without him, now it was just sadness, frustration and boredom. After the radio replied with nothing more than static or silence, he let go of the dial and held the mug in both hands, leaning back as the chair’s fancy cushions surrounded his face. The fabric would emit with a familiar noise rubbing noise, letting his body sink further into it until he hit the back of the chair, giving out another sigh.

First gut feeling was to hate Shaw, but that’d be irrelevant, if he hadn’t signed up with Shaw in the first place he’d never have met Grace. Second gut feeling was then to punch Shaw- but that didn’t quite make sense because he wasn’t here. The third gut feeling was realizing it couldn’t be Shaw who made the order for the shuttle to depart, because he hated that shuttle and wasn’t here to organize the away team anyway.

Holiday squinted his eyes, taking a sip from the mug while staring blankly ahead, blaming wasn’t right, not with such a small crew of some thirty pirates on board. That wasn’t his. The frown would fade and he’d close his eyes, giving a slight smirk and a nod- there were just some times where constantly being together wasn’t an option then. There would come a time where he could lead again like in the old days with his brothers, inspire from the front and go anywhere and do anything, today just wasn’t that day. And maybe in the future they could steal some more kickass gear along the way, like mechs, they really needed their own mech...

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Grace, New Newyork

She nervously tapped her heel against the ground, a rapid pace as her right leg hopped in place and a elbow was placed on the left thigh, body hunched over with a hand clasped about the locket around her neck, thumb rubbing against it. It was a cold ride over even with her jumpsuit on, adrenaline surging through her body long enough for her to begin to sweat with the slightest air causing a chill, the suspense of going on a mission like this always had the same reaction.

Suspense, it was a killer of emotions and thought, Grace staring blankly at the shuttle’s metal floor without a single opinion on the situation, not even on those surrounding her. The mission ahead didn’t even have any food for thought, just an excuse for her body to go haywire and drain itself of any possible feeling of being alive. The hum of the engine only grew ever closer to her ears once a loud ‘clang’ shook her out of the trance, something possibly bumping against the shuttle on the outside, or a figment of her imagination. Once awakened and aware, her eyes would make a quick glance around the shuttle before dropping the gaze to the floor again. There were two others to help as well with this important task they were assigned on- CB17 and Artyom.

To say there wasn't any familiarity would be an exaggeration, but they weren't individuals she knew well of either. Getting closer to wherever they had been designated to land at would only bring a worrisome insecure feeling, hoping that those two were more then enough to deal with whatever was causing trouble for Shaw, because it certainly wouldn't be brought down by her timid protests or expertise on machines, not alone anyway.

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@Lovisa Coldeyes
It's time to combine Simon!

...wait...

@Inner Demon

THEY'RE GONNA COMBINE!?

...I-I mean, uh, back to IC posts!
That anime is my weakness and my soul.

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@Thread Generator SIN
Better late then never as they say! As long as it gets delivered, we should be good, right? :D

And man, there are a lot of bounty hunters, feel bad for the first person with a target on their back, they'd get torn to shreds and turned into ash in an instant!

Edit: Also very curious as to The Phage and where they'll come into play.

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Grace

Name - Grace

Age - 18

Species - Kathirian

Role - Pirate

Gender - Female

Appearance - Like any other Kathirian, Grace has fur covering her body and overall humanoid. Her body is pear shaped and eyes yellow with black pupils. Fur is primarily light orange, with white going down from the neck and over the torso. She is way shorter then the average human height, but is muscular enough to carry her own weight.

Her apparel is very non-combat orientated, utilizing a flexible but tight full body suit to survive the void of space, or hazardous planets. The suit is white in color so it can be easily spotted against the backdrop of space, with a thick, hard fabric to protect against cuts and numerous wires connecting from the helmet to a backpack-like oxygen container oh her back, which doubles as a jetpack. It also has a hood and a face-mask for environments that do not require full head protection.

Casually, she'll just wear that same full body suit without all the added hazardous survival gear- basically a white jumpsuit.

Personality - Grace is a very timid despite her line of work as a outlaw. There is no threatening boom to her voice nor any glare she could give, shyly keeping away from people she doesn't know and sticking to those that she does. Thanks to this antisocial behavior, vehicles are her most common audience, their creaks and groans replied with swift repairs and constant customization to keep them up to date. She has a interest in art, and will more then once paint or etch something into the side of a long-served machine if a pilot/crew indirectly permits it. This talent and confidence swiftly fades in the presence of others however, where nervousness takes over.

So far Grace remains attached to Holiday as they are similar to one another, though she more so merely listens to him rather then talking back for an open discussion, there is a feeling of family between the two to keep them friendly towards each other. While not admitting it, she does look up to Holiday in admiration of his confidence and desire to discover.

History - It is unknown where she was born, the details having been forgotten by herself. It was a distant colony, somewhere beyond the reaches of the UGCP for sure, with little protection and a lax governance over the populace that had lived there. Life was peaceful enough despite the UGCP's absence, with many species cooperating as neighbors to each other, finding comfort within the urbanized centers that were so sparsely dotted along the surface.

The Throgg however would not dare leave such a bountiful target alone, and during one morning they had savagely torn apart most of the population centers in search for materials and slaves to take for their future wars. It was during this fighting that Grace had lost her family and the trauma from the event coming to haunt her for the years to come. Fortunately escaping on an evacuation shuttle, the fact that few ever made it off world haunts her to this day.

Since that raid life has been busy, finding her way into the Hellion as a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to the machines, technology and other artificial creations. Despite the title of pirate making her seem as of a dangerous sort, Grace has yet to ever kill another being, quietly staying out of trouble as she has always done.

Equipment
Tools - Simple as the name may be, "Tools" are varied in size and purpose, this can be a small toolbox to everything that is carried with her. A decade of living with little has made her resourceful, so her only strength can be found in her tinkering alone, capable of making the most makeshift of tools into what would seem factory-made equipment with a wrench and some screws. Though it may take time to make the most dangerous of weapons even better, the end result is never disappointing.

Zero G Experience - When the situation calls for floating midst debris or asteroids, there is no lack of experience on Grace's part. With hundreds of hours spent crawling along hulls and repairing breaches, or floating through derelicts with great interest in where they came from. Gravity is a kind of movement which Grace has adapted to with a rapid pace, even if the great depths of space are horrifying to stare into.

Ship - N/A

Activity - See Holiday

Extras - While I take Holiday as my primary character for most action, I'd intend for Grace to be heavily involved as well as an observer/assistant, and in a way have her be more of the 'protagonist' of the two. Her development is much more important and may very well become my focus in this RP, though she'll be slightly more serious in tone.

Welp, made another character, sorry about that, the idea came late to me and I couldn't contain it. My characters will be pretty much together at all times though, maybe, hopefully. It'd make posting easier, but nothing ever goes as planned