Unclassifiable Dreaming in the Dark

Character Sheet: APPROVED
Name: Galvin Shade
Age when placed in Stasis: 27
Species: (Please see rule 5) Human (or at least human enough)
Description (physical): Galvin is very fit from years of following a strict training regimen whenever possible and due to the effects of his occupation. He stands 5’11” at roughly 190lbs/86.2kg short cropped black hair and bright blue eyes. His method of dress has an air of sophistication around him, but not overly aristocratic. He’s going for the appearance of a well-to-do human, not a member of the social elite.
Persona: Galvin himself is quiet and calculating, but he’s adept at pretending. He can carry on a social conversation, laugh, cry, joke with a plethora of individuals, but it’s generally a façade. He’s very analytical, and adept with electronics.
Personal effects: Galvin boarded the Future with a few effects. Clothes mostly, some data recorders, datapads, and a personal carrying case though not is all what it appears to be.

• GenoHaradan Vambraces: Sophisticated tools of the trade that take the appearance of elegant vambraces and gloves worn by the user. Both gloves featured nodes woven into the palm and finger tips that discharge electricity like a stun-rod, incapacitating targets quietly with non-lethal force. The right vambrace contains a 2.5 inch blade that ejects with sufficient force to pierce clothing and the tough hides of some sapients. The blade is contained within a well of poison within the Vambrace. The right contained a small dart launcher that could fire darts up to 10 meters silently these darts are usually coated in the same poison. Elegant tools for a sophisticated assassin.
• Case Gun: What outwardly appears to be a hard case for a datapad is in actuality a collapsed slugthrower. The press of a button and flick of the wrist and the bottom of the case swings down and back to form a stock while revealing the trigger handle as it goes. The handle itself functions as a rail sight. The weapon is suppressed, making it suitable for stealth. Ammo is a standard among people in Xim’s Empire who don’t use beam tubes, making ammo simple enough to find, usually.

Bio: Galvin is a member of the GenoHaradan, Xim’s secret police and assassins. He has been a member of the order since early adulthood, and is very adept at his job. His life before the GenoHaradan is but a memory; even his name is not the one he was born with. The man Galvin was no longer exists, lost in a fire that destroyed an entire apartment complex on the planet Cadinth. Whatever remained of that life burned to death and is but ash and memory best forgotten.
Galvin is nothing of not a professional; he does his work with a detached sense of occupational duty. Viewing it as a necessity to be performed not something to ultimately take pleasure in, pride however is another story. He takes pride in the efficiency of his work, not the substance. He views every job, every order, every task as a chance to get better at what he does. Loyalty falls into a second place, but it was not always the case. Loyalty was for a long time what drove a young Galvin, and it remains an important aspect of why he does his job. His loyalty does not directly lay with Xim, but the GenoHaradan itself who took and shaped a desperate youth into an effective instrument for what he saw was the betterment of the Worlds under Xim’s rule.
Note: Due to his constant work with poison Galvin has spent many years building up an immunity to it to lessen the risk of accidentally poisoning himself.
Brief Introduction of Yourself: I’m Kahn, as most of you know me here. Beyond the walls of RPF City and the JC kingdom I am known as Alastor Forthright, or simply Alastor. I am the co-host of Tribbles in Ecstasy and the host of the Shaven Wookiee Cantina, two weekly podcasts revolving around topics you can gather from their names. I am a full time college student and volunteer at the college radio. How I have the free time for this, your guess is as good as mine.

 

GM APPROVED

Character Sheet:

Name: Kad'taab

Age when placed in Stasis: 32

Species: Taung

Description (physical): 2.1 meters tall 100 Kilograms. Male. Grey skin, yellow eyes. Muscular.



Persona: Lives only to prove himself through combat

Personal effects: War pike, two daggers, and a slugthrower pistol on his belt, which he rarely uses.

Bio: Kad'taab is a nomadic warrior whose sole purpose in life is to test himself in combat. In doing so he not only adds to his own personal honor, but also proves his worth to the Taung god Kad Ha'rangir, for whom he was named. In his travels he has fought the best that the Empire of Xim, the Hutts, and the more uncivilized areas of known space have had to offer. But he grew bored with facing the same types of enemy over and over again. He sought out new adventures and by participating in a series of gladitorial combat games conducted by Xim's Empire, he has secured himself a place in the Great Expedition. Now he is set to embark on a new adventure, where he hopes to find new and exotic enemies to fight. Enemies that might be worthy of slaughter to the Taung, and though he must leave his family and clan behind, he knows that this journey will grant him limitless glory and the favor of the gods.

Brief Introduction of Yourself: Bardan is the father of two young children (one in kindergarten, one in pre-school). Started Law Scoool in August 2001 but dropped out a month later to join the National Guard after the attacks of September 11th. Served six years as a "weekend warrior", leaving the Guard after his first child was born. Now he is a stay at home Dad. Bardan has been married for 11 years, his wife is an attorney and small business owner.

 

Character's GM Approved!


Character Sheet:
Name: Itolis
Age when placed in Stasis: Physical: 100 Mental: Unknown
Species: Stenax / Rakata
Description (physical): Stenax male with dark purple scales covering his entire body, wears cargo shorts, bracers, shin guards, and low riding back satchel.
Persona: Gruff and domineering, normally always has something to say to any comment.
Personal effects: Rakata Mind Prison, some light body armor, stun prod, arc-wave blaster, and tool pack.
Bio: Born a hundred years ago to a group of red stripped Rakata he lived a rather anticlimactic life, building technologies to spur on the mighty Empire of the Rakata, and to keep the slaves in check. Until one day he decided that things needed to change. That change was to free all slaves at his facility and cause a temporary black out, as his way of testing his own kinds superiority without what they had him build. Afterwards he went on the run and a bloody killing spree, although in truth it mattered little to him, Rakata or Slave, both died in feral swath of chaos he sowed before being brought to justice. As his punishment was to spend all eternity in a Mind Prison.



A punishment that did not succeed. A mere hundred years later he and his fellow inmates were disturbed from their slumber by a being imbued with the force accidently activating the Mind Prison. He and his fellow prisoners had long ago decided who should escape first if the opportunity presented itself, the one most likely to be able to interact and find suitable bodies for the remaining two prisoners. Meaning the most recent to be added, and the most knowledgeable about the workings of the prison. Of course to make sure it went off well, the remaining two would have to be released at the same time, otherwise a displaced slave might take the place of an ally. Living as a Stenax he found himself the unlucky winner of a lottery to take a trip, although perhaps it shall be lucky, if he is able to find suitable bodies for the other two wherever they finally end up.


Brief Introduction of Yourself: I think therefore I am, I create therefore I am more than I appear, I write therefore I am insane, and I like quotes. I deal with sickness, death, dying, and the cranky machines that irritate them to see beyond what can be seen. I am the irradiator, I am the watcher of radio-waves, and I am an RPer! Shocking I know, you would be amazed how many people don’t know that last part. Also I sometimes feel that my avatar is a self portrait

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Sinre Approved!

Character Sheet:
Name: Vila
Age when placed in Stasis: 28
Species: (Please see rule 5) Human

Description (physical): Female, Brown curly hair down to the middle of her back, short petite stature, big innocent brown eyes

Persona: Having spent most of her life pretending to be an elite family's daughter and most of the time the more visible sweet younger one to take attention off of the family's real daughter, Vila is good at pretending. She has never forgotten her real place despite outward appearances. She is intelligent enough to have taken full advantage of the education the family was providing for her and speaks several different languages. She is very diplomatic and would rather talk than fight but has been trained in self defense. From the time she was a small child she was told to sacrifice herself for her 'sister' so she has kind of a savior complex.

Personal effects: Small holo of family and pets, necklace depicting the mythical creature the horse, ring with mythical dolphins

Bio: Vila is a human female born to a not quite royal family. Her parents work for one of the elite families of Tion and in order to appease the masses they purchased this trip for her instead of sending their own daughter. Vila had grown up right alongside Elena and most people thought she was a younger sister which is why they were pleased to hear Vila was going along on this trip. Knowing she would never actually be elite in the Tion society and seeing this as sacrificing herself for her best friend, Vila gladly accepted the trip and was looking forward to the adventure.

Brief Introduction of Yourself: I'm usually moody and kind of lost in life at the moment. When the sun is shining I'm bubbly and happy, but when the sun goes away I am sullen and it is difficult to do anything. Currently a nanny to my wonderful 2 year old nephew and 4 year old niece.

 

Sinreproved! (New word, just invented, right here.)


Name: Orison
Age when placed in Stasis: 33
Species: Diathim
Description: Gender is difficult to discern on a Diathim (if at all present), but general agreement seems to be that Orison displays typically female characteristics. Orison's radiance makes individual features hard to make out. She stands at 2.35 meters (7 feet, 9 inches), is willowy in frame, and has layered golden hair, one layer reaching to her neck and the other just past her shoulders. Like other Diathim, Orison possesses six wings.
Persona: Orison is calm, quiet, and contemplative. Perhaps the best word to describe her is even-keeled.
Personal effects: Diathim have very few personal needs (indeed, even sustenance is sometimes irrelevant). Orison has only two things with her, both presented by an elder of her community:

• The star stories of her species, collected in a copy of the Song of Stars
• A small aurodium amulet of significance and purpose that the elder declined to explain

Bio: Orison was raised on the star stories.

All Diathim knew them, the legends of the vastness beyond the atmosphere of Millius Prime. Unlike other species, they could reach it, could travel to it. Orison knew for that reason alone Diathim were special, blessed. And yet the star stories told that it was also a curse. To actually reach other stars, other places, other planets, was beyond their physical strength. The Diathim could briefly escape the pull of their moon, but that was all. It was still a privilege and a gift, but it could also create an ache in the heart for those distant stars seemed so close...and yet so far too.

When they came, all they said was that Orison had been selected. It was self-evident to them what for, but Orison and the other Diathim were confused. It took some explanation to make things clear. Eventually the Diathim and Orison understood, but she could not believe. She was to travel into the stars, to live the legends. Her community was stunned, for Orison must be the one who was foretold in the Song of Stars: the Diathim that would touch the great void and journey into the unknown, the Diathim that would one day return to speak of things undreamt and unknown.
Brief Introduction of Yourself: I've been writing since I was ten years old because my head is perpetually jammed full of ideas for great stories and my heart can't resist a good turn of phrase. I wish my life was a musical, complete with spontaneous musical numbers. I not-so-secretly wish that I could work in a library.

 

GM Approved
Name: Kallabecca
Age when placed in Stasis: 193
Species: (Please see rule 5) Wookiee
Description (physical): 1.9 Meters tall, 90 kilos, Albino.
Persona: Kalla likes to keep to herself and tries not to stand out. She likes children and has had several jobs as a nanny/guardian. She is intelligent and good at solving puzzles.
Personal effects: A medallion carved from Wroshyr wood, her only connection to her home. She wears it around her neck on a leather thong. Carries a hand forged Ryyk blade that she can imbue with the Lifeforce.
Bio: Kalla is very strong in the Lifeforce (The Lifeforce is the Wookiee's concept of the Force. This theory is taken from the book "Paradise Snare") but was very shy as a youngling due to her Albinism. By the time she was twelve she was adapt at just not being noticed by people. When she went on her Hrrtayyk (Wookiee coming of age ceremony) she found that not only could she fade from her people’s notice but from notice in general. After her Hrrtayyk she met a Wookiee that told her of the Lifeforce and that she was strong in it. He showed her many aspects of the Lifeforce and she was finally able to accept her appearance in her people’s eyes.
That was when the Rakata raided her village looking for more slaves. Kalla and her teacher tried to fight them but were overwhelmed and captured. They were taken off of Kashyyyk to the Tion Cluster. When they got there, her teacher played his last trick. He informed the Rakata that he was the only one with a connection to the Lifeforce and that she was just his servant and that he had been projecting the Lifeforce to her. Kalla, as instructed, then hid her presence as she had done so many times during her childhood.
To the Rakata it seemed as if a vibrant picture had turned to a grainy black and white photo… and they were fascinated. They discarded Kalla and proceeded to study her teacher.
Kalla found out a few years later that her teacher had died while escaping. For a century she worked as a bodyguard or even as an investigator and had several jobs as a nanny. After the Rakata were wiped out Kalla stopped hiding herself in the Lifeforce. She is good with her hands and electronics. Most of her Lifeforce abilities are passive or defense oriented.

Brief Introduction of Yourself: I am new to the Boards but I am very happy to be here. Along with Star Wars, I am an avid Horror fan. I would rather read than watch TV or watch old films. I also have an interest in Japanese culture.

 

Sinreapproved

Name: Prennie Baekor

Age when placed in Stasis: 27

Species: Human

Description (physical):


Persona: Prennie is much unlike the girl she used to be. Working alongside Ed has hardened her soul to tough situations, and her tongue has grown even sharper. She isn't normally kind and is prone to being unwelcome to strangers. Though on rare occasions, especially to her husband's jokes, she might be caught with a smile on her face.

Personal effects: With the situation surrounding her arrival on the ship, she has nothing besides the locket she wears around her neck.

Bio: Prennie Baekor lived the life of luxury as a child. Her parents were fairly wealthy, and she was destined to have an almost perfect life. She could have virtually anything she wanted - this included men. And yet. . .someone connected with her. Someone much different than what her family wanted. And he went by the name of Edylc. At first she kept the relationship a secret, but her family could see the changes inside of her. Going from the cultured girl to a sexy lady in a matter of weeks, Prennie lost all contact with her family from early on in her relationship with Ed. She loved the rush she felt when they robbed a bank. She loved the way he came up with some of the most stupid jokes. She loved the people she became associated with overtime.

Perhaps she wasn't the girl her parents wanted, but Prennie loved her life. She loved it so much that she married Ed. She did invite her parents to the occasion, but they didn't show up. Prennie was fine with that. Normally, in a healthy relationship, the love only grew stronger as it progressed. But as things went on, and the danger grew greater and greater for them, Prennie found herself constantly arguing with Ed. Things weren't all that idyllic after all, especially with the fact that authorities had taken notice of both of them. Prennie tried to ignore the fact that her marriage was fracturing under the pressure, and that lasted for awhile.

Then they were arrested.

She had seen it coming for a long time. The moment when something went wrong, and they weren't able to get away fast enough. What she hadn't expected was killing several people in the process. It had all been fun and games up to then. Two lovebirds robbing banks for their own amusement. Now. . .the realism sank in. She had permanently stained her hands in blood. Before she could even begin to cope with that process, or deal with her marital problems, she found both her and husband being forced aboard the Future Incandescence.

Perhaps this was better than sitting in a jail cell with those dead people's faces staring at her. . .but she wasn't afraid to admit that her lip was trembling as she was frozen.

Brief Introduction of Yourself: Not that interesting, truth to be told. Just an average high school student trying to balance schoolwork and a life outside of school. I do have two sisters though, one five years old and the other about ten months or so. Love 'em to death.

 

Sinrapproved

Name: Tara and sometimes she listens to the name Tazara
Age when placed in Stasis: 23
Species: Human (Argai)
Description:

Persona: Calm, analyzing, self-controlled and empathic she is known to have . . . a certain temper . . . which causes her to show rather irrational sides of herself.

Personal effects: Her clothing which is all black, her book in which she writes down most of her thoughts and a complicated machine in which she has actually hidden a blade and a small two-barreled blaster.

Bio: Tara was not chosen and did not get picked by any lottery. Her father asked the despot personally to send her on that journey. As an envoi of the nobles and leading houses of Argai, or for any other reason they needed. Oh yes, she was high born, highest born so to say. The problem with Tara always was, she did not behave like that. She studeid sciences, invented machines and began to work on cures for an illness or two. But she did not learn a thing about courtly behavior. And when a servant or two who had vanished and her fiancée who hadn´t been found for several days turned up dead in a tunnel not too far away from their estate . . . her father went to Xim the Despot and asked for her transfer. Funny thing, as he vanished a week later when riding out. His request was granted, also he himself was never found . . .

Brief Introduction of Yourself: A German girl which has far too many things to do and too little time do it.

 

IC: Orison
Nonhuman Loading Area, Spaceport

It was appropriate that Xanten was seemingly befuddled by how to interact with Orison, for she was equally wide eyed at everything she encountered here. As a race, the Diathim had accepted their limitations. They could touch the Great Void, but they could not venture into it. They were not unacquainted with the space travel of other species--Orison had seen starships passing distantly when she flew into space herself--but the Diathim had not had much inclination to venture beyond the bounds set by their physical limitations. After all, Maker had given them wings so he clearly wanted them to fly--just not all the way to other worlds. It was surreal to have been brought here by the beings who bore authority from Xim--whoever he was--to board this massive, giant starship. The Future Incandesence was beyond Orison's comprehension. That mortals could build such a thing was unthinkable, yet it was real. And she was about to board it.

Everything was new. These other species with her now. Droids. Pods. Pods, yes. Orison had listened and she had a question. But first, there had been a query directed at her.

"My needs are minimal, but I thank you," Orison said, her voice mellifluous and soft, steady like the glow that radiated from her body, "But I have two questions, yes. Pods. Why are there pods? They serve a purpose? And belongings are to be stored, of course." Orison thought of the Song of Stars that she had been given. They would all be asleep for the duration of the trip so she wouldn't need it...though she did want it. "What of things that are more intimately personal? Such as this?" She fingered the gold amulet that hung around her neck on a chain. It was a bauble, a trinket and Orison didn't know what it signified. It had simply been given to her by an elder of her community. Yet Orison felt it was important for some reason. She didn't know why.

TAG: Sinrebirth

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OOC: Since I'd like my life to be a musical, according to my CS blurb, I suppose now I have the opportunity to do so. Easier said than done though!


Trieste couldn't be sure if he'd ever told people where his username came from. It was actually an homage to one of his other passions, James Bond. In From Russia With Love, Red Grant tells Bond, "You'll be dead before we reach Trieste," referencing the southern end of the Iron Curtain. It was a good line. So, without having a drop of Italian blood in him (though a great appreciation for Italian cooking), he adopted it for one of his primary characters long ago and now used it as his moniker. But that wasn't really all that important.

What was important was that he had maybe kinda sorta overcommitted on games. Well, not really, but at the moment things were a little tight. Elite League Limmie was entering the offseason, which used to be a little low key...but now they were doing a draft so that was making it a smidge more intensive. And War of Kings had just restarted again and he was not going to miss out on his favorite game from the temp boards getting back on track. Oh no.

And TV series were starting again. Boardwalk Empire, Once Upon A Time, How I Met Your Mother (which, let's face it, has been dragging the last two seasons, but he just HAD to find out who The Mother is at this point), Castle, New Girl, Modern Family, 30 Rock, Parks & Recreation...oh man, and that didn't even count shows like Suits, Archer, and Justified that did 10 or 12 episode seasons occasionally.. It seemed pretty clear that he watched entirely too much TV. No wonder he didn't have a girlfriend.

Though that wasn't stopping him from trying. Good thing both current prospects were out of town this weekend. He'd actually have time to update. Oh wait, he needed to drop one of them an email. Though, note to self, don't show the other girl this RPG. She'd probably get miffed. Luckily, since this wasn't a Doctor Who RPG she probably wouldn't be as interested as possible. Best show her ELL if anything. That's a good plan.

Oh, and posting first could be a pain when you didn't know how everybody else was going to respond to a frankly curious OP. And next time he'd have to actually think about what song to attach to his post rather than trusting iTunes shuffle. Yeah, because that always turns out well.

 

IC: Kallabecca
Nonhuman Loading Area, Spaceport

Kallabecca shifted under the gaze of the Quermian, and muttered under her breath something in the way of “I hope a droid trims me, or I’ll be arrested for murder.” The thought of having her pelt cut short was not a pleasant one. Nor was this whole trip for that matter, but what was she going to do? Short of killing herself there wasn’t much she could do. If she fought it, she would just be loaded on as a prisoner.
At least going voluntarily afforded her more freedom and more opportunity. She listened to Orison as the being asked her, she looked feminine and until told different Kalla would think of her that way, question. She felt an innocents coming from her that immediately put Kalla into protective mode. This had happened before on different occasions, usually when a child was involved. Kalla found herself shifting her stance so that she was sideways to the Quermian with her back to Orison. In front of her she looked at the unforgettable visage of a Stenax, Itolis if she remembered correctly. Something about him bristled her fur, but she could not place it. Putting it down to nerves and Orison’s presence Kalla forced her body to again face the Quermian.
“Please allow me to cut my own fur for the most part. I would hate to accidentally damage anyone.” Kalla hoped the Quermian understood her.

OCC: “The Hell?” That was Walter’s first thought after he had read Sinre OP in Dreaming in the Dark. Confusion, yeah there was some of that. Disappointment, nah, only if he couldn’t think of a reply. One thing was certain, this was not going to be boring. Since Sinre and Trieste had mentioned it Walter stopped and thought of the reason for his nom de plume. "Well it had to be because the first Star Wars book I ever read was Splinter of the Minds Eye. Yet I was also influenced by the works of H.P Lovecraft. By the many beings of the mythos that were too powerful to be defeated by human opponents, and so horrific that direct knowledge of them would drive them to insanity, a splintering of their psyche if you will. The phrase "mind's eye" simply refers to the human ability for visualization, for the experiencing of visual mental imagery. But what if that mental image is that of an Old One? It would "Splinter the Minds Eye" would it not?"
Done writing his post, Walter sat back in his chair. “That should suffice. It’s vague enough but will help move the story. Wonder what Sinre planes on doing next…” Walter goes back to reading his book. "and they call me the crazy one." From the bedroom Walter's wife calls out. "Only because you talk to yourself."

Tag Sinrebirth Trieste Mitth_Fisto

 

Tazara
Into Exile, Spaceport

A last goodbye. And then this boring existence was replaced by another. Oh by the gods, did the universe have nothing in unlimited quantity but boredom and the void? It seemed so. The great despot was present and boring her, too. Flying around in his Empire, sometimes years to reach another barren desert planet he could declare "his realm". By the Gods, was that the most boredom crusade ever? She winked at the Emperor in passing and threw a "Greet my father when he turns up again!" at his direction. He would turn up, eventually, she was sure. Bloated and a bit less intact than before.

Then a man approached, leaning forward, coming to close . . . or actually . . . just close enough. She smiled at him and he talked, talked, talked . . . boring. But with a certain potential for entertainment certainly. "You speak Argai? The old language?" She asked with a smile as if that was exactly the appropriate response to his question. "Wenn man mit hoher Geschwindigkeit die Nase eines Menschen im Winkel von 30 Grad bricht läuft der Verletzte das Risiko, dass die Splitter des Bruchs durch die Nasenscheidewand in das Gehirn geraten. Eine Verletzung die meist tödlich ist, jedoch zumindest zu schweren Verletzung der Hirnwand führen kann, bis zur dauerhaften geistigen Behinderung." She smiled at him again and then grabbed his head in a moment he leaned forward a bit more and did just as she said. She pushed her knee up, pulled his head down hammered his nose right into her knee. Then she let loose of him, feeling the pleasurable pain in her knee from the impact. "Huh, that was a bit fun, after all!"

She turned to the celebrities and yelled enthusiastically: "FOR XIM! FOR HOME!" And laughed, as she turned to finally get to the tomb. She did not even cared enough to check if the broken nose had been punched into the mans brain and if so, if he was dead just reduced to the intellect of a potatoe. Looking at the other "person" present, one of those noble women. Boring. Everything turned into boring again. "Hope they don´t make us share a pod, do they?" She smiled at her and then yawned. "Can I get frozen somewhere?" She asked around, not really expecting any answers.

Tara would probably have been scared to death, tazara found this to be . . . not so exciting after all.

Tag: @s65hosey, Sinrebirth

 

ooc:
Claire
Hamburg, her flat

In Deutsch zu posten fühlte sich inzwischen recht merkwürdig an. Sie schrieb jedes Jahr hunderte von Seiten auf Deutsch, aber wenn sie im Board war, dann schien das einfach nur falsch zu sein, merkwürdig. Unpassend? Ja. Deutsch war . . . oh sorry, you did not get that, did you?

Well, being Kira was about speaking English, that was one of the mor interesting parts of the shell underwhich Claire was hiding, who was officially German, also she was french and actually not even that, if her parents got it right. Yet she never had anything but a German passport. Which did not keep a certain nation asking from time to time how she felt about her cultural heritage. Eastern Friesland? She asked back once and actually found out those people had a sense of humor.

Anyway, that was off topic, something she did a lot when she was herself. Distractions. They were the worst. They kept her from almost everythinjg in life.

So she realized one of those, an update on her dreaded ARIA desktop had made her forget to post her second part of her post in Sinre´s new game which kinda went meta to have her . . . anyway. She needed tp double post, because she was beyond the ninty minute tact ruling games nowadays. Ah. She made herslef a reminder, logged into her computer, her user-surface and then ordered that one to log into all sites she had been on previously and finally she had her PMs, mails and all that pushed aside, saw her Ex in a chat with her brother and decided against joining them and finally got the post up.

Posting as herself was strange, really. First claire got lost in translation. By any means, she did. Second, she was only half herself when reduced to words. She would leave that to everybodies imagination, she decided. And third, she did so much to protect her identity, hidden behind proxy and fake-id adresses she was invisble when she was online and yet now she began to post in a board mnore or less as . . . herself.

Unpassend. The German word said it all.

Anyway, the post button needed almost ten seconds to proceed her post and she yawned, turning her attention to the Tatort episode from Sunday. A good one, she thought and her hands embraced the warm cup of coffee with a lot of milk, as she decided it was to rainy to go running today. Maybe swimming in the evening? Or just clubbing? Saturday in Hamburg, why not? But she knew she wouldn´t. When had she become so boring?

As she turned Aria on standby, she realized she might have reflected that question in her character in Sinre´s game. Funny how these things happened, was it?

Tag: Nobody, Sinre?

 

IC: Vila

Milling around in the celebrity section of the vessel would be amazing for anyone but Vila had grown up in these circles and to her this was just a formality before the real adventure would begin. She knew her duty and knew she would do whatever she needed to in order to protect her sister including putting up with this charade a little while longer. She was relieved to be here instead of other less plush parts of the ship, all in all things could be worse.

Vila watched as a handsome man made his way through the crowd towards her. She supposed he was the reason for all of this and she owed him for getting her peacefully out of the family situation she was born into. They had known each other for a long time and had their fair share of romance over the years. She smiled warmly at him, her eyes lighting up and her cheeks flushing with pleasure at the sight of him smiling at her. She accepted the glass of wine and took a sip of the cool amber liquid savoring the sweet taste she adored in her wine. She was pleased he remembered her love of sweet wines.

“My dear Vila. It has been years since we last saw each other. It was during that stay at the camp on Dellalt, a summer camp, was it not? You and I, riding our beasts of burden into the distance...”

Pleasant memories of camp assaulted her senses. Xim had been one of the only other elites to chance ridding the beasts of burden with her. The other girls were always so prim and proper that it drove Vila crazy. She loved the feel of the wind in her hair as they whipped across the fields racing each other until the sun went down.

“How are you, my dear?”

“I am well,” She replied before taking a sip of her wine again. “Mother and Father are quite fond of this little adventure of yours, obviously since they sent me along and I look forward to being shown the galaxy, sir.”

She dipped her eyes in a submissive gesture and batted her eyelashes at him. A genuine smile still graced her face making her even more beautiful than the stunning purple dress she wore.

Tag: Sinre

OOC:

Virginia Oct. 2012

Why oh why do I let him talk me into these things? I don't even entirely understand the concept of this game yet when he asked me to join I couldn't say no. Perhaps someday I'd learn, until then bring it on.


Sey, as she was known to most on the boardsshifted uncomfortably on the couch. She'd woken up in the middle of the night with horrible back pain, something she'd been struggling with for about 7 years now. The lower back pain always seemed to get worse as winter approached and even though she'd slept cozily under blankets last night her body still betrayed her during this time of the year. Perhaps she shouldn't pick up her 2 year old nephew quite so much, but she couldn't help it. Thankfully he was very mobile so she didn't have to carry him around, but there were still times throughout the day where he wanted to be picked up or swung around.

Knowing she'd need to go soak in the tub soon since the kids were taking a nap, she decided to wrap up her post. This evening was going to be fun taking the two kids to see Transylvania in the theater. The four year old was already so excited about it. Popcorn for dinner, kids!

Tag: Anyone

 

IC: Galvin Shade
Bridge, Future Incandescence

Galvin stood in place as he watched the Guildmaster pace back and forth between his two War Droids and did his best to ignore, or at least not react, instead channeling his anxiousness into rotating the droid controller in his hands. He had to admit, at least to himself, that he wished the Guildmaster had a better check on his grandiose acting when in private and serious manners, after all one stray hand movement and his droids could go on a rampage. Then again it could simply be that Galvin saw no need for such, acting, when in front of other members of the order.

He also wasn’t necessarily fond of standing around and being briefed on something he had already been briefed on. Perhaps the Guildmaster wanted to feel as though his direct presence was necessary as Guildmaster, not as the role he played for the public. Ego maybe or perhaps Innes simply did not enjoy his public role as much as he did his actual one? Galvin could ponder, privately at least, but he knew better than to let it go beyond idle pondering.

Of course though he had to answer the Guildmaster’s question, “Trust sir?” He raised an eyebrow in the Guildmasters direction. “If you couldn’t trust me I doubt I would be standing here sir.” He was frank; he had little reason not to be after all by the time he woke up from stasis one or more Guildmasters was likely to have taken Innes place. “My loyalty is to the order. I would not be alive, or a person with purpose today without the Order. So yes sir, you can trust me.”

Tag: Sinrebirth

OOC: Alastor
3:55pm, October 13, 2012, a rough mile from the Atlantic coastline.

Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose before pushing his glasses back up. All the research in the world in character creation never quite prepared you for the first post. It was one thing to lay out a characters traits and appearance, it was another thing to actually write as that character for the first time, to take those traits and aspects and personality concept and actually give them life in words. Likely making things more difficult was the fact that this was the first completely new character He’d made in about two years.

“I’m a bit rusty,” he muttered to himself as he took a sip of his root beer and yawned. After spending the first half of the day working on accounting assignments he was tired, and the writing associated with Roleplaying was a heaven sent. An intellectual vacation if you will, if short lived. Which of course meant it was time to get his nose back to the grindstone, but first dinner. Chili sounded good tonight…

Tag: Nobody? I unno…

 

IC: Itolis
Orientation, Nonhuman loading area, Spaceport.

He had arived. Without pomp, circumstance, nor even revulsion by those surrounding him, but he did still inspire something with his presence in this new body. Sometimes fear, sometimes merely discomfort. Either way it made him feel special, almost like a taste of home, a thrill of living once more. Whether that speciality had ever been truly due them, for if it had they wouldn't have fallen so easily to something so small as disease. Perhaps they had erred in the ending of some races, and didn't allowed the concern of the physical it's proper due. Although in his new body, he no longer lacked the physical nature to back up his more astute mental abilities.

The shaggy slave and the two 'should'a been' spoke, well only two of them used words. The remaining one that was luminescent seemed to be doing, whatever her species did besides look like glow in the dark food, or a bad slave joke about primitive fission power. All he had to do was "Hisssssssssss". And so that was all he did at this point. Voice his dissapointment at seperation of self and gear in a tongue likely only he understood, and leave it at that until something of actual interest came about, such as two showing potential in the ways of supiority or being a marvel in more than the fact that they were still living.

TAG: Sinre, Trieste, @Splinterofthemindseye_

OOC: "Fascinating." that was his first reaction to reading Sinre's opening post, and was quickly followed by a humming of 'An English Targe is a. . .and his fist be ever ready for a knock down blow.' Curtesy of Lt. Cmdr. Data. That sentence definitly used a lot of periods at the end there, oh well, done worse he thought as he continued to type away at the mind of a Rakata. Someplace he sometimes wonders might not be that fundamentally different from others about this place, *cough* Sinre *cough*, he has to get that throat cleared out.

Noting the running theme he figured it would be better form to follow suit in part, and not only because he was freshly changed for bed after a clensing shower from a nine-hour work shift that made him miss lunch because of how busy it was. Well that was here and there, the truth was his idenfier for the massess of this place was an abbreviation of his original name on the old Star Wars boards, before the thing went like a phantom at an opera and vanished. There he was known as ' Mitth'raw'nuruodo Fisto ' which became Mitth_Fisto here due to the fact that the whole thing has to be typed to log in. . .or it used to before the move actually happened, who could of known it would actually happen so quickly. ( Sarcasm I know thee well. ) Originally, originally chosen due to a joy for the characters that both names represent and the quantity of each liked after a fashion. A full tale for sure. . .

But sleep beconned and he noted his lack of the second theme, an adherence to one's self portrayal whether real or imagined. So he leafed and pondered through a book of quotes of his own hand writing until he chose one. With a thought of Xim he grinned and typed: "Most leaders die with their mouths open. Leaders must know how to listen."

With a satisfied nod he saved it and looked longingly to the bed not a meter and a half behind him, calling him with hard pillows and cold sheets. Some of us are truly blessed.

TAG: Signal in the Voids

 

OOC: "Well, this is certainly new" Bardan thought to himself as he read over the IP to this, his latest adventure in RPing. To be honest he wasn't quite sure how to handle this new format of roleplaying, he certainly didn't have the RPing experience that many of the other players had. Still, he had been enamored of the setting in which this game was to be played. He knew nothing about the era of Xim of course, but some research would help him with that. He had been well along in his research when a PM from Sinre, the game manager, informed him that Taung would be a playable species. Now there was no turning back, the chance to play as a Taung was far too much to try to pass up. It would be the first non-human character that he would "run", but he was sure he was up to that challenge. Besides it would be fun. He set to writing up his own first post...

IC: Kad'taab
Military embarkation chamber

Kad'taab stood waiting alone in the chamber prior to his final briefing for the great expedition. Human Bureaucrats and their briefings. Just tell him which direction to go and who to fight and be done with it. But no, instead of action he had to sit (or stand rather) and wait.

He hated waiting. It bred restlessness and sloth to his mind. So he began a series of stretching excercies designed to keep his muscles warm and ready for combat. He was in the midst of these when a human form entered the room, followed by a pair of War Droids. Of course it would be a human. Kad'taab wondered at how such a people could ever have made up the legendary Battalions of Zhell. Songs were still sung of that time, but how could anything related to a human have ever forced his people into becoming the nomadic warriors that they now were? Humans were small and weak, fragile compared to the mighty Taung warriors. But they made up for it with numbers, ingenuity and spirit. Individually they may not be much, but together they made formidable opponents. Kad'taab knew this well, he had killed enough of them in the past. As he surely would in the future.

He looked down on the newcomer now and was surprised to see the rank insignia of a General in the service of Xim. What had granted him the "honor" of such a grand sendoff? Normally non-humans were looked down upon in Xim's Empire, though less so in the military then elsewhere he supposed.

“At ease, please.” As if a Taung warrior was ever at ease. “I have not come here to infuse your last memory of the Empire with a display of pomp. We are the military, not members of a parade.” So that was it. Kad'taab was to be treated as a member of the military for his gladitorial display, and had somehow earned the attention of this General. The human broke contact and dropped his arm to his side, but not before Kad'taab had considered just how difficult it would have been to wrench his arm out of it's socket and beat him to death with it. Could he do so before the droids could protect the officer? Probably not, but it was fun to think about.

The General moved in closer, clasping him on Kad'taab's grey skinned shoulder. Now he was close enough that the Taung was sure he could break the human's neck before the droids could protect him. Kad'taab's nostrils flared for a moment, but the General didn't seem to notice.

“You see, Kad’taab, you’re the only member of the military that His Imperial Majesty picked for the Adventure – don’t believe that the Arithmetic is random; it’s not. It’s a social exercise designed to grab everything he doesn’t need or want, and get rid of it, or keep it close. As such, you’re the only person we can trust to keep this mission on track – and to stop it from becoming the seed for problems a century later for us. A lot of hardware is going into this venture, and it’s an effort that we believe could have been put to better use elsewhere. Xim is up to something, and we need to know what.”

Kad'taab's yellow eyes flashed. The only military member? The only real warrior on the expedition. Truly a chance for great glory. A chance to prove himself as the greatest of all aliit'taab warriors in history. Soon it would be him that songs were sung about. But first he had to deal with the deception of the humans. He knew it was coming, and he was not disappointed.

“This is a remote to the War Droid that will be placed within your Pod. I believe yours is the only Pod with one within it, which suggests something to me about the occupants of your Pod, but they’re all watertight – nonhuman drifters, elitist snobs and two criminals. Nothing special. This, Will enable you to control that War Droid in any manner you see fit, by speaking into it. It is keyed to your thumbprint, so only you can use this remote.”

War droids, as if a warrior should hide behind mere technology in order to win a battle. Battle was to be sentient to sentient, death looked in the eye before you spat upon it and felt the warm (or sometimes cold) blood of your enemy's splash across your face. War was a personal affair, not to be demeaned by these mecahnical monstrosities. He wondered if his people would ever stoop to such a level as the Humans had. He prayed to Kad Ha'rangir that they would not. The human spoke on, as human's were known to do.

“But, can we trust you? Are you with us, or against us?” Kad'taab now noticed that the General had moved back, just beyond his own considerable reach, his hand hovering near his weapon. As if Kad'taab could not move quickly enough to kill the man and strip the flesh from his bones if he so desired. But this was not the time for such actions. He had been treated fairly here, and the General's actions showed his respect for Kad'taab as a fellow warrior. He would return that respect, even if there was the air of conspiracy about them now. Kad'taab found it...distasteful, but before he could respond the General said one more thing.

“Oh, if you had not gathered; you may speak freely – I have modified my Royal Guard so he reports to the Daritha only what I choose.”

Kad'taab snorted again. This Empire was already divided, it was so amusing to him that he, as an outsider could see it and those who wore its uniform could not. Thus divided, this Empire would fall in time. But what did that matter to him, his clan or his people? All that mattered is that they could, and would fight. For their own glory. He plucked the remote from the human's hand, and placed it into the pouch on his belt. He disliked subterfuge, but it was the means to the glorious end that was this journey. He finally spoke, though it came out more as a growl. "Trust this General, I will fight."

OOC: Bardan smiled as he clicked submit. He was right. It had been fun getting into this new character. Already he found he couldn't wait for a response to his TAG, so that he could see where this grand new adventure took them both.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

OOC: Spycoder prepared for that last update before he fell asleep. His sisters, rambunctious little girls who just about drive him crazy each day, had finally nodded off. The house was almost completely silent, besides the sounds of the keyboard, the TV, and the dryer. Now that he had had almost the perfect chance to read over the update as a whole, Spy realized just how crazy it was to write about himself. The character itself would be easy. Wife bickering with husband - stereotypical if they weren't about to be imprisoned on board a ship which was taking them very far away from any normalcy. But writing about himself, not an easy thing to do. Especially since he is such a complex fellow ( ). Enough talking about himself. He was ready to dabble in the character of Prennie Baekor.

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Prennie Baekor
Prisoner transfer; Spaceport


A flurry of rooms and corridors.

Paperwork and men in uniforms.

The tan line on her fingers from the ring that had been on it moments before. . .

Before her life ended.

The first thing she noticed when she stumbled into the room was her husband standing only a few feet away. She had tried to avoid even thinking about him while in that cold prison cell. Whenever her thoughts turned to him, they drifted to robbing banks. When she remembered robbing banks, she thought about her last bank robbery. And she didn't need to waste her thoughts on something as nonproductive as that. So as her eyes met her husband's, she immediately let them shift to the other man in the room. Military type man, with all the ugly, common features that they shared. His oversized nose seemed to be stuck in the air, adding to the illusion that he was looking down on the two of them.

“Prisoners Prennie Baekor and Edylc "Ed" Worrab. You have been assigned, by the randomizer that has placed all of the passengers of the Future, aboard the same Pod. And as the randomizer was sanctified by the Bishops, I cannot ask for the result to be redone.”

The Gods truly did hate her. As if bad luck had followed her throughout her whole life, and now she had finally accepted to man up to everything that had happened, but how had she been repaid? By being paired in the same pod with the man who had her imprisoned.

“However, the terms of your sentence remain; you will be separated once the Future reaches Alsakan, and worked until your prison term – sixty years of your respective lives. Any trouble or impudence from either of you, and the other will be shot, eliminating the chance that either of you may reunite once your sentence is finished.” Prennie's heart stopped in her chest. Sixty years. Her life was virtually over. She had expected something bad to happen. She had killed people, of course she would be punished. But sixty years? Had she not been the calm she was, tears would've flowed freely down her face. Well, her calmness and her husband's award winning smile that flashed on his face when he glanced at her. Her lip trembled as she fought down a growl of displeasure.

"And atypically the guards to collect you are late. Stay here, and I shall be back momentarily.”

And like that, the military man had disappeared out the door.

"Well, well, well. It looks like this is our lucky day. Whaddya say, hmm? Hey now, you're not still mad at me, are you?" Ed continued to badger her. She was still biting down tears and he acted like they were still outside, free to do as they liked. Did he not remember what the man had just said?

"Shut up. Please, just shut up, Ed." Prennie stared ahead, not even glancing in his direction. "Sixty years. You got me sixty damn years in prison!" And she almost couldn't stop from crying then. "How. . .how could you even try to make a joke!" Her voice quivered as she spoke.

TAG: HanSolo29, Sinrebirth

 

Tara/Tazara
Spaceport

Tazara had no problem with being naked. she had nothing on, when she had skinned her father . . . well, long story. Anyway, Tara was a bit more shy, but not too much. She did not care about any of this too much. It was like childhood, something to get behind you to get where you really should be.

Taking the silk garments she looked at the three droids and smirked. Being cynical was not her strong side. Not HERS, really. But she could not help it. "Three warbots? Sure that are enough? Maybe you should get a division, just in case one of us turns out to hide an army under her robes." She mocked the nurse and pushed her personal belongings into the safe. Sleeping she did not need them and if she did not need them htey were better off there.

Where she knew they were. The door she would get open somehow.

Tag: Sinrebirth, s65hosey

ooc: I make it a habit to do two posts, I have decided

 

IC: Vila
Spaceport

Her eyes lit up as Xim took her hand and she reveled in that smile, knowing she was probably seeing it for the last time.

"It is such a shame that we do not have time to properly reacquaint ourselves, Vila..." His voice trailed off. "Though I am tempted to delay the launch of the Incandescence so we do!"

She hoped her blush was not visible to all the onlookers. Thankfully Xim started going off about others things taking the attention away from her. "Then banter is all that shall be done." She replied to his suggestion that they didn't have the time. To be honest she was relieved. That was a chapter she'd closed on her life several years ago and while it had been fun, she didn't like to repeat things of the past. Another female approached them and their entourage as they were finishing up their conversation.

"Hope they don´t make us share a pod, do they? Can I get frozen somewhere?" the female stated around a yawn.

"Atypical Tara, delightful Tazara. Let us not delay you, my dear." Xim replied before Vila could say anything. A flash of jealousy coursed through her at him calling this new girl my dear, but she quickly quelled it. She'd always known that there was no way they could be together, not in this lifetime at least.

Plastering a smile on her face, Vila smirked, "I don't know, sharing a pod could be fun..." she replied to Tara and raising an eyebrow suggestively.

The crowd herded the trio towards the entrance to the pod. Vila took the time to gracefully look around and commit this experience to memory because for all she knew it could be her last. No one knew if this was going to work or not. She downed the last of the amber liquid in her glass and handed it off to someone on the side before entering pod 1138. At the top of the ramp she turned and waved at the crowd like her fake father had taught her and blew a kiss to Xim. As she turned back around the smile left her face and she walked towards her fate.

"Welcome Vila, Tara to your stasis cylinders. Please redress in the silk undergarments provided so that I may trim you hair as necessary for the journey. You are welcome to deposit your personal belongings in these safes. The passcode to your safe is your social security number. It is it not the case for other cylinders; a different personal detail, numerical in nature, is used each time."

Vila went behind the curtain and stripped out of her gorgeous dress. She carefully folded it up and slipped into the silk garments. She rubbed a hand across the garment, loving the feel of the luxurious fabric on her soft skin. A sigh escaped her lips as she grabbed her belongings and keyed in the code to the locker. She carefully set the dress down in the locker and ran her fingertips along the dolphin ring before placing it in the locker as well. It had been a long time since she hadn't worn the ring and her finger already felt like something was missing. She glanced at the picture of her family and murmured, "I hope you get everything you ask for now" before closing the locker.

She turned to their attendant, "I'm ready."

Tag: Sirak and Sinre

OOC: Hmm I guess I'll check the boards while I sit in the car on the way to go pick apples, Sey thought to herself. She opened up the App on her phone and clicked over to the RPF. Ooo! A post from Sinre, excellent.

Some time later.

Umm..what? Well she sort of knew this was coming. In fact, a bigger what occurred when she saw his first post and his OOC. He'd lured her to this thread with the promise of possibly RPing a meet up between them and when she saw his first post occurring from his hometown she spent the next several days wondering how in the world he was going to get them together. This was phenomenal and she loved it.

Even better, he was offering money to get there and money to her employer. Well...did that mean her brother? Technically no one paid her but she was also being supported by her brother at the moment in exchange for taking care of the kids. Money-wise her brother was making out on this deal. It cost him very little extra to feed me and I was flexible for when his work got busy and his wife had exams in her classes. Like this week...it had been a long week. She'd meant to get a post up days ago after they'd gone apple picking but the week had not gone as planned. The only good thing about this week was her ability to roll with the punches. A few months ago if she'd had a week like this, Sey would've been curled up in a ball crying somewhere. Instead, she laughed about a lot of the things such as the 4 year old crying because the 2 year old put his shirt in her mouth and when Sey asked her if that was worth crying over she replied "But he almost swallowed my shirt!"

Not hardly, but everything is dramatic for a child and the 2 year old has figured out how to push her buttons.

Erm..tangent...anyways, she wasn't sure how she was going to get a week off to travel to the UK. Was it possible to find someone to be a caretaker for a 2 year old for only a week? Maybe her mom will come out, she's retired now and could handle the kiddos for a week. There was definitely no way she was missing this. At least with the money he provided if they needed to pay someone or pay for a flight for her mom they'd be able to do that.

Sey had been dreaming about meeting up with Sinrebirth for years. He'd been her first friend on the boards and always went out of his way to draw her out of her shell and hermit hole to be involved in things. He never judged her and frequently listened to her during some rough times in her life. She fondly remembered their phone conversations and really adored him.

How soon was December coming? She couldn't wait.

Tag: No One