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Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

@datadogie Ok, edited. Most of the details are still intact but mentions of Cake have become unspecified sources.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

Rod
Security Officer

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Rod gave the doctor a sideways smirk as the soldiers prepared their weapons.

“I was born ready,” he responded with action-hero swagger.

The rescue squad had packed light for their stealth mission. One laser rifle - not as powerful of a model as Rod was accustomed to, but on the quiet end for an assault weapon. One side arm, the short-range but trusty hand phaser. The standard body armor, the details and functions of which go without saying. And, as this was a stealth mission, Rod had packed only three incendiary grenades.

Oh, yeah… the pills. Um. Which one was the good kind again, and which was the dead kind? Rod stole a glance at Mason just as the doctor popped a yellow capsule into his mouth. Of course, the yellow one. That’s what Rod was about to guess.

The rescue crew waited tensely for a cue from Robin, Cake, Carabello – any one of the multiple players higher up in this complex scheme. Occasionally, the group would learn more information about how the various aspects of the plan were going and what they could expect on the enemy ship. Shutting down the unauthorized teleportation blocking program in the hostage hold would raise too many alarms. Teleporting directly into and out of the destination was a no-go, but they could teleport pretty close with less fear of immediate detection. The soldiers would have to make some quick decisions on which route to take based on how events unfolded.

Rod detected a pair of green eyes narrowing at him, and he sneered back just as subtly. Karxon. That brat thought he was so much better than all the other new recruits just because he had gotten high grades at the academy. Rod gripped his rifle tighter. Well, that teacher’s pet was gonna taste some humble pie when Rod killed twice as many squids as him!

As the sparse updates came in, the muscular mercenary got the picture that the hostage situation was escalating, that they may need to act soon if they wanted to save those poor helpless people. It seems other people felt the same. As soon as the squad received a message that Robin’s environmental toxins were beginning to disperse, they decided they would have to start moving now, before the full effect set in. According to calculations, the toxin should reach its full effect right as the stealthy rescuers reached the hostage hold.

The rescue squad silently teleported into a dark, low-security storage room on Du-Vos’s ship. Rod instantly crouched low and thrust his rifle forward, eyes and ears peeled for any trouble. The coast was clear, the plan still intact. Directed by their leader’s whispers, Rod and the team headed into the network of garbage chutes one-by-one. Rod nearly gagged from the wall of seafood sweat stink and whatever kind of vinegar-soaked cuisine these people apparently ate. But he had weathered worse odors in the phaserball locker rooms. The tan man chuckled as that weaksauce Karxon actually threw up a little.

The soldiers quietly crawled through the ducts for a couple minutes without a hitch. There was not nearly enough garbage to worry about the evacuation cycle starting, and they would only have to go through one open hallway before they reached the hostage room. It was almost too boring, really.

Pokemon Spiral

Ty Westgrove

Mesalon Gym

Ty's cheerful swagger faded when he got close enough to hear the conversation. He was so excited about the gym battles, he totally forgot about that theft. And apparently some trainers had attacked people, too, if he recalled. The punk hung back and waited for Lan and the two women to finish their serious conversation.

Ty's smile returned, though more subdued, when Amber spoke to him.

"Good. Hunk just needed a little time to practice his kicks on something that can't fly away."

Ty froze mid-breath, eyes slightly wider. Maybe he shouldn't be giving away such details in front of his opponent...

"Annnyway, who had their battle so far? How did they do?"

@LuckyBlackCat @Typical

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

My life is an explosion of crazy until further notice. I do pledge to post by the end of Saturday. And if anyone ever wants to move on without waiting for my turn, I give you full permission. I'm just here for whatever fun I can get around to.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

I personally would like at least one post to gather my.... supplies before we take off. I promise to do so by the end of Friday. If that's too late and everyone else is waiting, you may nag me to get it done sooner.

EDIT: Y'know, it would be nice but not really necessary to get that post. If everyone else wants to move on, it can just be a surprise for later.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

Rod
Security Officer

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In the back corner of the Situation Room, a decorated warrior stood at attention, keenly listening to the senior officers discussing the sudden crisis at hand. Blue light glinted off half a dozen badges of recognition as he pulled out his tablet to write notes. The wise, noble veteran focused with laser-like intensity as Beta Team discussed their strategy, waiting patiently for his turn to suggest Alpha Team's tactics.

Also standing next to him was some dude named Rod.

The muscular young human stood tall at attention in this serious atmosphere, though he couldn't help repeatedly tensing and relaxing his fists from the sheer adrenaline rush. He stole a moment to glance down at the phaser on his holster, currently set to Safety. How awesome it would be to finally set it to Kill... and against space pirates, no less!

Rod Jvwuwh'veivoirehnegqgtuiun took a deep breath and forced himself to stand still like a statue. He was still on his first voyage with the ISA, after all. The soldier had to stay on good behavior if he wanted to move from boring guard duty to a real mission. Especially a stealth mission. He would need to move through the shadows like a silent hunter, eyes and ears ever focused on the- ohh hey, who was that hot older redhead who just signed up for Alpha?

"You can crawl along my underside," Rod muttered with a sly grin.

Instantly, like a sixth sense, Rod swore he felt the eyes of his superior burning into his skull. Dammit, he didn't mean to think that out loud. Rod straightened up again and acted natural, not daring to check if anyone was actually staring at him.

Blah blah blah, more Team Beta stuff.

Wait, incendiary grenade? He knew that word. He KNEW it...it was... fire! The fire bombs! Rod allowed a small grin and glanced at the other security personnel, but they didn't seem to be paying attention to that. The tanned man took it upon himself to grab his pen and write 'insendary grenad' on the back of his hand. There. That would be his own heroic contribution to Team Alpha!

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

Rod Jvwuwh'veivoirehnegqgtuiun (deceased)

Name, Position and Age:
Rod Jvwuwh'veivoirehnegqgtuiun, Security Guard, 25

Species and Appearance:
Human man. Dark brown buzz-cut hair, bold brown eyes, tan aboard a starship somehow. 6'0" with the right shoes. Muscular. Definitely looks like a meathead. His favorite color is red, which is GREAT because it matches his shirt! :D

Bio and Personality:
Ever since he was a child, Rod had always been a big fan of sports, exploring the outdoors, and badass laser explosions in space stuff. He got a sports scholarship for Phaserball at a university where he studied... Business? Economics? Something about money... it didn't really matter, he was going to be drafted in the Interplanetary Phaserball League, anyway. Until he wasn't.

Though he had barely passed his money stuff classes, Rod had learned enough to know that he would need something better than his janitor job if he wanted to make bank. A recruiter for the ISA convinced him that joining the security force would be a great solution. He was fit, he was tough, he already had some skill in phasers and martial arts, and he was excited to explore SPACE! After boot camp, Rod was assigned to the Prize as a private. He would have to do the lowly grunt work for a while, but he was determined to prove his worth and rise through the ranks!

Rod is energetic, rowdy, always down for something badass. He can be aggressive, but for the most part that manifests in competitive energy. He can get a little excited and carried away, but a stern reprimand from someone higher up usually puts him in his place for a while. (Please please oh PLEASE don't kick me out >_<) He is confidently flirtatious, especially around 'nerdy women.' As for 'nerdy men,' Rod is likely to have some friction with them, but at least he knows better than to shove the Science Officer's head into the toilet. Rod knows full well that his strength lies in his weapons and muscles and will turn to those to solve his problems.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Rod is very athletic, strong, and fit. He has some experience in kickboxing and much experience with phasers, though he doesn't have any actual battle experience yet. He is also very good at being loud. Rod has some difficulty remembering plans with many steps and understanding abstract concepts. He might rush into situations too quickly when he's excited. He could probably be seduced by an alien spy.

Miscellaneous: Rod was lobotomized by a dead man's gun.

Denise Bploopcphyer

Name, Position, Age and Time on the Prize:

Denise Bploopcphyer, Medical Anthropologist*, approximately 1.7 eons old**, 11 months on the Prize

Species and Appearance:

Denise is a Divon, an extremely rare and highly enlightened species from a faraway galaxy. Usually composed entirely of love energy, occasionally a Divon will be called into a physical body in order to bring healing knowledge to a desperate people. Denise’s current appearance looks mostly like a human woman, except every hair on her body is slightly bioluminescent and glows a faint blue-violet in the dark.

(Some people may try to tell you that Denise is actually a regular human, and that her strange hair is a result of a bogus self-treatment with unintended and permanent side effects. Denise would like you to know that such people are obviously brainwashed by beings of darkness trying to snuff the healing light. Such people are to be loved but not listened to.)

Denise is of average height and a somewhat round build. She has a round face, usually with a full face of makeup. She has grey eyes and straight shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She begrudgingly wears the restrictive red uniform she has been assigned, but she likes to layer lots of beads and charms over it.

Bio and Personality:

As an ancient enlightened being, Denise’s sole purpose in this human-like form is to heal and pass on her healing knowledge before she returns to her home galaxy. The primarily human I.S.S. particularly needs her help. They believe so firmly that toxic chemicals and slicing open your body is the key to healing, that you must rely on highly trained “doctors” who are truly only after an ego boost, rather than tapping into the natural health that lies within each person.

Unfortunately, Denise’s grand mission got her kicked out of the Terran Starfleet Academy’s medical program. After a couple years of searching, she was able to find a less reputable Academy four stars over that was willing to license her as a Medical Anthropologist, for the right price. Price was no obstacle, as Denise found a way to sell her miracle remedies like gangbusters around those parts. Denise soon graduated and began the next phase of her mission aboard the Prize.

Denise is almost always friendly and bubbly. Even when she is scoffing at those allopathic practitioners, she does so with a tense smile on her face. She does her best to be an example of gentle healing light in every situation.

Technically, Denise’s role on the ship is to know enough about medical history within a variety of cultures to predict the medical practices of unknown sentient species in order to provide culturally appropriate yet still effective treatments if needed. She will do this job to the best of her ability, as a necessary part of her goals. However, her true passion is educating those in the dark about homeopathy and essential photons. Of course there’s money and sales involved, but her main purpose is to help the Universe, of course.

Denise has become a master at standing firm in her position and defending her beliefs, no matter what opposition the ignorant or jealous people throw at her. Always remember: Annoyance is the first step on the road to enlightenment.

Peace and plasma.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:

Denise is a master of many forms of alternative healing, including homeopathy, cryotherapy, background gamma therapy, etc. Pretty much anything traditional doctors neglect, Denise can do. Her strengths are knowing the Truth, defending the Truth, and having a perfectly harmonious body impervious to most major diseases.*** Her weaknesses are listening to other people’s ideas and… running. Running is terrible. Denise has many tools like herbs, vials, a few manufacturing machines, and sucrose tablets. However, her most valuable tool is herself.

*A vital role to have on any starship and DEFINITELY not a legal loophole to allow the administration of unfounded alternative medicine aboard an I.S.S. ship
**Her official records say 51 years old
***This has not been tested

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

@Jeyma YAS! Yes, I'm here for the comic relief. But I will be respectful of your forum and mostly listen to you if you want to rein me in.

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

If I don't love this RP, I can resolve my character quickly. If I do love this RP, I could make a different red shirt for each mission. :D

Aboard the I.S.S. Prize : An Episodic Sci-Fi Adventure

Looks like you NERDS could use a little help. Well, have no fear, babes. Rod is here.

Rod Jvwuwh'veivoirehnegqgtuiun

Name, Position and Age:
Rod Jvwuwh'veivoirehnegqgtuiun, Security Guard, 25

Species and Appearance:
Human man. Dark brown buzz-cut hair, bold brown eyes, tan aboard a starship somehow. 6'0" with the right shoes. Muscular. Definitely looks like a meathead. His favorite color is red, which is GREAT because it matches his shirt! :D

Bio and Personality:
Ever since he was a child, Rod had always been a big fan of sports, exploring the outdoors, and badass laser explosions in space stuff. He got a sports scholarship for Phaserball at a university where he studied... Business? Economics? Something about money... it didn't really matter, he was going to be drafted in the Interplanetary Phaserball League, anyway. Until he wasn't.

Though he had barely passed his money stuff classes, Rod had learned enough to know that he would need something better than his janitor job if he wanted to make bank. A recruiter for the ISA convinced him that joining the security force would be a great solution. He was fit, he was tough, he already had some skill in phasers and martial arts, and he was excited to explore SPACE! After boot camp, Rod was assigned to the Prize as a private. He would have to do the lowly grunt work for a while, but he was determined to prove his worth and rise through the ranks!

Rod is energetic, rowdy, always down for something badass. He can be aggressive, but for the most part that manifests in competitive energy. He can get a little excited and carried away, but a stern reprimand from someone higher up usually puts him in his place for a while. (Please please oh PLEASE don't kick me out >_<) He is confidently flirtatious, especially around 'nerdy women.' As for 'nerdy men,' Rod is likely to have some friction with them, but at least he knows better than to shove the Science Officer's head into the toilet. Rod knows full well that his strength lies in his weapons and muscles and will turn to those to solve his problems.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Rod is very athletic, strong, and fit. He has some experience in kickboxing and much experience with phasers, though he doesn't have any actual battle experience yet. He is also very good at being loud. Rod has some difficulty remembering plans with many steps and understanding abstract concepts. He might rush into situations too quickly when he's excited. He could probably be seduced by an alien spy.

If I get approved, let me know when/where I'm needed.