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  1. Sanctimoniously Jedi Grand Master

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    The human race finds itself at the dawn of an era of exploration. The previous year, the Boeing Corporation unveiled the first practical faster-than-light propulsion system. With the farthest reaches of the galaxy suddenly within arm's reach, the Falnstead Act is passed on 24 June 2074 with a unanimous vote, earmarking an unprecedented one quadrillion credits for galactic exploration, effectively setting off what would later be known as the Era of Exploration. Soon, nearly every major shipbuilder incorporated the Boeing drive into their new designs, and efforts started to retrofit existing vessels with the new technology. Massive spaceports over major cities were soon sped through construction, with stations over West Monroe, Chicago, London, and Anchorage being crowded by the time even minimal functionality was achieved. Millions of people sold everything to start anew on the new colonies being established daily. . .

    This is an RPG set in September of 2074, ten months after the development of the Boeing Type I Light Drive, and three months after the passing of the Falnstead Act. You can be one of those waiting hours, even days to sign for passage aboard a colony ship, part of one of the major corporations suddenly thrust into the limelight of this unprecedented effort, or part of the Earth Confederation government or military. As of yet, Earth, the moon, and Mars are the only planets that have been widely colonised. There really isn't much else to explain, as I'd like to keep this an open-ended story.

    But there are rules.

    1. Please send all character sheets to me via PM for approval.
    2. Keep the profanity/violence to a minimum.
    3. Come on. Do you really think you're God/Jimmy Page?
    4. The most pedantic part: Post a date (Day Month Year) and the time (in twenty-four-hour format) before each post.
    5. Enjoy yourself.

    And without further ado, the character sheet:

    Name:
    Place of origin (if on Earth, list a more specific location):
    Age:
    Occupation:
    Classification (civilian, military):
    Skills:
    Brief Bio:

  2. Darth_Vaders_cousin Jedi Grand Master

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    Nov 12, 2004
    star 5
    Name: Jaycen Bryce
    Place of origin: Austin, Texas
    Age: 27
    Occupation: US Air Force Security Force Officer
    Classification: US Air Force Secuity Force, Active Duty
    Skills: EST (SWAT training), Former Airborne Unit member, Advanced Driving and Piloting training, Advanced Small Arms training, Advanced Hand to Hand training, Sniper weapons training, Advanced Security and Riot Control Training.
    Brief Bio:

    Since the increased availabilty of space travel, and the colonization of the Moon and Mars, the USAF has found itself growing in nessecity and strength. It was being called "The New Marines" when Jaycen Bryce was old enough to enlist. Running from a shattered past, the young Texan signed up and took the first plane out of town. Since then, he has lived for his job. Though he originally trained as a fighter pilot, he later decided that the cockpit wasn't the place he wanted to be. Jaycen felt that the undermanned AFSF was more his cup of tea. After extensive training through many of the AFSF's many specialty services, and a brief stint in the Force's Airbourne division, Jaycen Bryce has found himself one of the best trained, most active member of the Force. So, when the the Light-Drive was revealed to the world, it was inevitable that he and his fellow Officers would soon be sercuring the newly built spaceports in US Territory...and many would probly be shipping off to new colonies sooner than later. Their assumptions were right.
  3. Sanctimoniously Jedi Grand Master

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    Dec 28, 2005
    star 5
    I suppose I ought to also get my character sheet up.

    Name: Elric Townshend
    Place of origin (if on Earth, list a more specific location): West Monroe, Earth
    Age: 25
    Occupation: Military (US Navy) recruiter
    Classification (civilian, military): Military, Petty Officer Second Class
    Skills: Damage Control (fire prevention, vessel stability, etc.), yeoman's tasks
    Brief Bio: Always fascinated by the military, Elric "DEPped in" to the United States Navy barely two weeks after his seventeenth birthday, his ambitions set on becoming a damage controlman aboard a spacegoing vessel. He finished in the middle of his class, and requested being rotated aboard one of the Harvest Moon- class colony ships, but was instead stationed aboard the USS Lovegood, a destroyer. He reenlisted in 2072, and was assigned to a recruiting station in the booming city of West Monroe, on Earth. When the Navy began its own colony on the newly-discovered world of Aeara, he immediately requested and got transfer to the colony ship Dawn, at last fulfilling his original goals.
  4. PRENNTACULAR VIP

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    Dec 21, 2005
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    Name: Johan Gehlen
    Place of origin (if on Earth, list a more specific location): Earth, Portlan Oregon
    Age: 26
    Occupation: Author, Soldier
    Classification (civilian, military): Military
    Skills: Combat, leadership
    Brief Bio: Born and raised in Portland Oregon, Johan has always been fascinated with the Military. He joined the Marines at the age of 17, and has moved up steadily in the ranks since then...achieving officership at the ripe age of 23. Ever the opportunist, Johan was very excited when he heard of his assignment to a colony vessel, and is excited to strike out on his own into this unknown territory.
  5. DarthShocker Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Aug 13, 2007
    GM Approved... Other players, hope our charters can meet!

    Name: Ronald Owen
    Place of Origin: Earth, the city of New York, in the U.S.
    Age: 32 years old (Born in 2042)
    Occupation: He was a mechanic, but is now a pilot for the spaceships that use the Boeing Type I Light Drive.
    Classification: Pilot for the ships that use the BTILD. (Military, I guess)
    Skills: He can pilot a ship, and is quite proficient with his Revolver. Many people that see it call it ancient, and dangerous, but he belives in self protection. He is also a proficient Computer hacker and can hack many databases, and ships, if he wishes.
    Brief Bio: Ron Owen was born in New York City in 2042, and was raised in a foster home. He was never adopted, and when he was 18, he left the foster home in which he lived for all his life. He got a small job as a mechanic's apprentice, and learned to repair many things, and he lived with the mechanic. He then made enough money to buy his own room in an apartment building, and opened up his own buisness. In 2068, he sold his apartment and his buisness to another one, and moved to Chicago, and settled down in a nice house there until 2074... When the BTILD was invented the world was in a rush, with a spaceport being built over Chicago! He was interested in working for Boeing or a spaceship producer that used the drive. He then found a job with the Boeing company itself, and he became a pilot for a space transport to one of the colonies on The Moon.
  6. Sentinel-825 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jun 17, 2007
    star 1
    GM Approved

    Name: Scott Shepard

    Place of origin: USA, Earth

    Age: 32

    Occupation: Soldier of the Earth Confederation Military

    Classification: Military

    Skills: Warfare, squadron commands

    Brief Bio: Born in Arizona to parents of political histories, Scott Shepard was raised with an ambition to become a soldier, to protect and serve his home planet from all evil forces. Enlisting in the Military immediately following his high school days, Scott has become a respected soldier, revered by his allies, and feared by his enemies.
  7. Saintheart Chosen One

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    Dec 16, 2000
    star 6
    The Sanctimonious One ... Has approved me!

    Name: Atticus Randall
    Place of origin: Tranquility Beach, Luna (i.e. The Moon)
    Age: 42
    Occupation: Physicist/engineer, Boeing Corporation
    Classification (civilian, military): Civilian
    Skills: Quantum mechanics, FTL design and implementation, clay sculpture -- and interests in many other fields.
    Brief Bio: Atticus Randall isn't Albert Einstein. He has better taste in hairstyles. Randall was one of the pioneers of Boeing's practical FTL drive, the modern incarnation of a Renaissance man. He was born in the Luna Golden Era, as it's now being called only 50 years later, when a number of men and women of tremendous talent were born at roughly the same time -- similar to the Renaissance itself in Florence, Italy with the birth of Michelangelo, Raphael, and Galileo in the same era. He sleeps very little, and seems to have a sponge for a mind -- it absorbs all it touches. Atticus now wants to be part of the first voyages of exploration to the beyond of space.
  8. POLARIUS Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Mar 26, 2004
    star 3
    whats up guys look forward to playing with all of you, sanctimoniously just approved my character


    Name:DCCM Scott G Blake
    Place of origin: Tacoma, WA
    Age:40
    Occupation:Master Chief Damage Controlman in the United States Coast Guard
    Classification:Military
    Skills:Welding, General Mechanics,Engineering, and Small arms instructer
    Brief Bio: A 20 yr veteran of the USCG has gone through
    Boarding officer school, Had tactical training with the USMC and SAI school as well as DC 'A' school.With the advent of faster easier space travel the Coast Guard was called up again to expand its missions began doing atmospheric rescues.the coast guard excepted the new mission with its usual vigor already recognized as the leading maritime SAR agency. Because of this the Commandant needed a leader that above all else was smart and knew what needed to be done,DCCM Blake was the right man for the job. DCCM Blake was one of the first to go through the program, being highly successful in that course he was chosen by the commandant to assemble a team of the best the USCG has to offer, His team called ASAR one which srands for Atmospheric search and rescue team one is based on the international space station. He has been doing ASAR for approx two yrs now and has had a major impact in the number of accidents upon re-entering the atmosphere.

  9. BLemelisk Force Ghost

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    Aug 19, 2003
    star 4
    Approved


    Name: Arton Era
    Place of Origin (if on Earth, list a more specific location): Earth, Chicago, Illinois
    Age: 27
    Occupation: Soldier, Sales Representative, Public Relations Specialist
    Classification (civilian, military): Military (Captain with Neo Gloria Star Security Corporation)
    Skills: Tactics, Mechanized Vehicle Operation and Repair, Linguistics, Social Skills
    Brief Bio: Born into a family of which he has no memory, Arton was orphaned at an early age. He was chosen via legislation to be a part of orphaned children who were to be sent to Mars to assist in the colonization efforts there. Once his preliminary schooling was complete, he elected to join the Confederation's Space-based military for a time before he resigned after his tour was complete. He then used his military experience and his natural skills with manipulating people to land a position of prestige within the burgeoning Neo Gloria Corporation's considerable security forces. He helps train troops, defend and establish Neo Gloria facilities, and aid in the company's military enterprises.
  10. bowieslefteye Force Ghost

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    Feb 11, 2003
    star 4
    Name: Malcolm Cox
    Place of origin: East Hastings, Vancouver Canada, Earth.
    Age:23
    Occupation: Welder
    Classification (civilian, military):Civilian
    Skills:Certifications in all Standard Welding Processes, and some exotics.
    Brief Bio: After his years in school Malcolm wanted nothing more than to be an obscure working man in Vancouver. He hoped to find a job as a Welder for one of the ships headed out to the newly founded colonies, or on one of the colonies. He was raised with a good work ethic mostly due to the fact that his family was quite poor through out most of Malcolm's childhood. His family have all either worked hard the whole life, or died young of various dependency problems, Chemical dependency runs in Malcolm's family, and is the reason for most of the deaths in it. He is trying to work out a way to pay for his fathers last run through Rehab. Things may start to look up for Malcolm, what with the need for skilled craftsmen on new planets.


  11. Sanctimoniously Jedi Grand Master

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    Dec 28, 2005
    star 5
    Wow. . .I've never had this many people take to one of my RPGs before.
  12. BLemelisk Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 19, 2003
    star 4
    Well get it rollin' turbo
  13. PRENNTACULAR VIP

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    Dec 21, 2005
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  14. Sanctimoniously Jedi Grand Master

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    Dec 28, 2005
    star 5
    Depending on my work schedule, we'll start tomorrow, Sunday, or Monday.
  15. POLARIUS Jedi Knight

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    Mar 26, 2004
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  16. PRENNTACULAR VIP

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    Dec 21, 2005
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    Probably somewhere between 12am and Midnight.
  17. Deiskrad Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 22, 2004
    star 2
    GM Approved:

    Disclaimer: I chose this character because he'd be controversial. It's a self-made challenge to play someone I don't agree with. So don't bust my chops.


    Name: Christopher Schillinger
    Place of origin: Butte, Montana
    Age: 48
    Occupation: Ranch Owner
    Classification (civilian, military): Civilian Ex-Military
    Skills: Small and Medium Engine repair. Animal Husbandry. Farming. Mining. Leadership.
    Brief Bio: Schillinger was born in Idaho and grew up there. During his formative years he fell in with a series of White gangs and white supremacist organizations. Upon graduating from High school, he went into the military for five years and served in the army, repairing hydrocarbon and hydrogen fuel-cell engines. When his past involvement in Aryan organizations was discovered, he was quietly discharged. He Wandered around the west taking Odd Jobs, giving him an ecclectic set of skills, before finally landing back in with the Brotherhood, where he led the local chapter for many years. His writings and speeches became prominent among White Supremacists throughout the world. By this time Schillinger had settled down to owning a profitable ranch in Montana. When the Falnstead act was passed, Schillinger immediately rallied his people throughout the world, calling for the chance to establish a true "White Homeland". The response was massive, and soon he had gathered his followers and their assets to secure passage to the great beyond.
    Schillinger is married and has two sons, and a daughter from a previous relationship.
  18. Sanctimoniously Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 28, 2005
    star 5
    Alrighty then, welcome to the Dawn of Exploration RPG, another facet in The Future series! The RPG is still open to any new players, and it'll remain that way throughout the game until someone presses a lock button.

    Just a few things to go over, and a quick summary of what you've missed in the preceding sixty-seven years.

    1. "Calibrated time" is the time kept aboard a ship travelling in alternate space. It is roughly based on Earth time.

    2. There has been a World War III, involving most of the world's nations between 2031 and 2038. It was the direct cause of the formation of the Earth Confederation. Most of the world's nations did indeed keep their own names, but government is in the hands of the High Council, which is a unicameral body of one thousand members. Most freedoms are approximately what they are today, with a few variations (it is extremely difficult to own firearms, the press is a government corporation) Since then, our homeworld has been relatively peaceful.

    3. The first domed colony on the moon was established in the Sea of Tranquility in 2030, and the first domed colony on Mars was established in 2044 in the shadow of Olympus Mons.

    That's really about it. . .so, get started and have fun! The date is 24 September 2074, at approximately 11.00 Earth time at Greenwich.
  19. Saintheart Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Dec 16, 2000
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    OOC: Okay, I'll bite ... I'm assuming we can pretty much throw ourselves in without starting positions from the GM? New experience for me, but hey, this could be something really original...

    Seeing as my guy's the only one from the Moon, and because my character needs it, I'm appropriating the right to name the Moon's (Luna's) first Colony as Armstrong City, based, as said, in the Sea of Tranquility.

    IC - Atticus Randall

    McDougall University,
    Armstrong City,
    Luna

    Dateline: 24 September 2074, 11:00 Earth Time (Armstrong City's time is matched to Earth GMT.)


    "And without further ado, would you please give a warm welcome to our guest, Professor Atticus Randall!"
    The applause that followed was full and warm. Atticus frowned at the words, took a final breath and walked out into the thousand-seat Einstein Lecture Hall, eyes forward. It took him a few seconds to reach the lectern, but the applause went on for several more moments than that. Eventually, as it died down, he looked out at the audience and briefly back at the screen behind him. It read Introduction to Supraluminal Mechanics, Guest Preface: Professor Atticus Randall.
    He wrinkled his nose, leaning on the lectern, staring coldly at the officious little functionary who'd introduced him. The man shifted on his feet as the lecture hall grew silent, whispers growing in the rear of the hall.

    Atticus stood up straight and looked out at the students. The halogen light was heavy on his forehead, and he took another deep breath. He supposed he'd had enough of these sorts of events to start getting used to them. "Good morning. Were any of you to address me by the title of Professor, you'd be wrong," he said. "And you'd be insulting me. The root of the word professor is to profess. To speak. To tell people things. That's a stupid approach. I always found I learned a lot more by listening to people. And I'd suggest you should do the same. There's your first lesson."

    He paused for a second, and felt the ripple of amusement/puzzlement echo around the room.

    "And for the record, in terms of academic qualifications, I've never held any sort of professorship in any university on Luna, Mars, or Earth. I started out with a plain old Bachelor of Physics undergraduate degree, no honours, right here at McDougall. Got picked up as a research assistant at Boeing, after I called them every day for four months before they took me on. These days, with you having to just about complete a fifteen-year course to change a fluoro bulb on Luna, that sounds pretty odd, but I like to think I'm in good company. Albert Einstein did his best work holding down a job as a patent clerk. You see, real discovery doesn't happen in established courses. Alexander Graham Bell wasn't holding down a research grant. John Forrester was down to his last five eurocreds when he got positive readings for the anti-gravity field he'd been trying to generate. So don't think that places like this, that schools, are the alpha and omega of understanding. If anything they're just the start. That's my second lesson. Those of you who understand that will go on to live very fulfilling lives, even if you never get that honours degree."

    Another ripple around the room, but this time it was one of growing interest. Atticus scratched his nose. He didn't bother with written notes; he wasn't being asked to take this course, and his preface was already well on its way. "So let's talk about why you're all really here: the FTL drive. Now, you'll have to complete units on philosophy and answer arcane questions like how many photons can dance on the head of the pin, but that's what it really comes down to for all of you. How do I build a ship that can potentially take me halfway across the universe."

    Atticus grinned. "Of course, Boeing doesn't really like me talking about these things, but given at least six different supercorporations have reverse-engineered the Type I design I think it's information
  20. Sanctimoniously Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Dec 28, 2005
    star 5
    24 September 2074, 11.01 standard time

    The car accelerated on its own. Highway 20 traffic control must have detected something unsafe. . .or maybe they just realised that he was running a bit close for comfort if he was going to show up at the Transport Hub on time. Elric watched the digits on the windshield climb slowly up. . .245. . .246. . .247. . .then he looked ahead, at the massive stalk that was the newly-built West Monroe-Area Transport Hub, or simply the Hub. Funny how pop culture could create a name for something that opened a week ago and still wasn't finished. When West Monroe was wired for the funds needed to build an enormous space elevator and port over the city, officials figured it would be a good idea to combine the central A-Way station, the supersonic station, the airport, and the spaceport, all in one place, right between the two cities. They said it would free up land area for more housing, and give the cities an attractive new addition, while also bringing billions of credits of income into the city. Elric thought that it would have to work in order to work. . .with all but the spaceport itself inoperable for the next four months, the city was drinking money like it was beer at this point.

    An enormous sign, TRANSPORT HUB, 2.5 KM, loomed ahead. His car moved into the lane just to its left and sped up a little more. . .251. . .252. . .253. . .and Elric looked over to the massive construction yard surrounding the stalk. It still bustled with activity, almost like it was its very own city. Cranes, some short, some tall, some stretching beyond eyesight, pieced the different levels together. Enormous piles of steel and titanium stood taller than some of the surrounding buildings. Small train lines had been set up for the sole purpose of ferrying steel back and forth from the cranes. He had to admire their speed, however. The other spaceports couldn't even say that they had any functionality, and they weren't combinations of every other form of transportation, either.

    The car slowed. He looked up, and saw another sign with TRANSPORT HUB EXITS spread across it. The others, LOCAL/REGIONAL TRAINS, INTERNATIONAL TRAINS, AIRPORT, and IN-SYSTEM TRAVEL, had their lanes blocked off. Elric noticed that all the other cars were now to his right, and he was the only one headed for the hub. He settled back into his seat as the other hub exits branched off and curved about toward their destinations, one by one, until his was the last left. His car began to slow.

    255. . .254. . .253. . .252. . .
  21. POLARIUS Jedi Knight

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    Mar 26, 2004
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    "Morning Master chief" the young fireman said as he opened the door, "i hope you had a good time on leave" "Always to short" DCCM blake replied "always to short, FN Goodspeed can you get the BMC in here i need to talk to him" "Will do Master Chief"
    As he closed the door to his office he looked down and saw the southern hemisphere and dreamed of the old days of ships of wood and men of iron but this was the new guard and he hated the thought of that, of well at least another year or so he thought. Thats what he had told his 1st and 2nd wives, women sometimes they just don't understand duty to country and the human race. "pondering something Master Chief?" "No Mike i just wanted to know how things went while i was away?" "smooth as silk Master Chief. Although the MK's are working on a problem we have been have with the number 4 rocket on the 94287 seems like a factory defect to me." "you're a BM how do you know what a factory defect all you do is drive boats" "and break stuff,yes i know you've told me at least one hundred times." the chief interjected. "Chief i want everything ready for that launch of that new boeing ship and double and triple check those guy's work i dont want anything going wrong with that." "Are they going to allow our personnel on board to make sure everything goes smooth or what?" "I dont know" A knock at the door startled them both "sorry master chief but we have a freighter that is coming in one engine and he cant slow down enough to make it to the Armstrong city colony." "Alright well lets get to work' chief get the boats ready i will be in comms helping out the watch stander and have those guys take recovery capsules and alert Houston this might go down real hot" "Roger that Master chief" damn not even back for 15 minutes and this goes down this was going to be a long day...
  22. DarthShocker Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Aug 13, 2007
    OOC: No starting point, so I'm starting in Chicago...

    IC: Ron Owen
    24 September 2074 11:03 PM
    Chicago, Illinois
    Glen's Steel Tranports

    "Heh! Your a funny one, Owen!" Rob's boss told him as Rob walked off the ship. He'd just got back to the spaceport after a long trip to the moon. Only, it wasn't so long. He was there and back in what seemed like a few moments. He knew it was longer than that, but hell, he wasn't used to fast travel that way.
    "You better get your damn head straight! We gotta transport another 80k of titanium to Armstrong City tomorrow! Get yourself to sleep!" Armstrong was The Moon's first colonized city, and they must've hired Glen's Transports (his boss) to get the job done. Of course, Rob was the pilot that was going to ship it. He'd been out all night transporting travelers to Armstrong, so he was beat. "When do I have to head out? Hope it's not too early..." Rob trailed with a groan. "Well, your damn lucky I don't fire ya, Owen. Your my best pilot, so I gotta keep ya. Head out at 4... Take ship A-83 from Hanger 2, it's already loaded up.
    "Yea, I'll see ya when I get back..." Rob told Glen, as he walked off to bed.

    Soon to be TAGGED: Atticus Randall


  23. bowieslefteye Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 11, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Malcolm Cox. Vancouver

    24 September 2074, 11.15 Standard time. Central Vancouver.

    Malcolm sat at the table in the East Hastings dinner, waiting to order a little lunch. Not much had changed in his years since school, he always ordered at the same dinner: ?The Ell? at generally the same time. He ordered generally the same thing, a ham sandwich with mustard on it every day.

    Malcolm sat and waited for the waitress to make her way over to his table, it was a somewhat bleary day in Vancouver. The sky had become cloudy early on which meant that it would probably rain out his job site again.

    ?This is not going to be good for my pay check.? Malcolm mused. ?How am I going to pay for the rent, and every thing else that I have to cover this month, if I keep getting rained out??

    The question always came back to him during this time of year. How could he possibly make it through the rest of the year if the rain kept on so much that there was water a meter deep around the pipes that he was to weld? The answer the last few years had come in the form of large, noisy, pumps that were put in the adjacent area of him and his welding crew. But this year had been unusually wet, the pumps were just not large enough to handle the amount of water that had collected in the job sites.

    Malcolm had not noticed that the waitress had made her way to him during his musings.

    ?Sir?Sir! Can I take your order now?? Came here incessant voice.

    Malcolm looked up to see the impatient look on her face. He knew how these waitresses could be?moody. So he began to order as quickly has he could, but just started to stutter because he had not been really thinking about food. There were too many other pressing matters.

    ?I?ll have the BLT please, and on the fries? easy on the salt eh?? Malcolm stated quickly. Hoping that the waitress would remind him to make a drink selection, but alas she did not.

    So five minutes later Malcolm Cox left ?The Ell? Dinner with no drink, and salty food. He would need to stop and get a drink before he went back to work? if they had not called off the days work again.

    When Malcolm got back to the site, as he had expected, his foreman came over and told him that that the job was rained out until further notice.

    ?Just too much water today Malcolm, have t? wait for better days.? The foreman?s words were like a jackhammer striking Malcolm. His pay check was dwindling with each day that it rained. Soon he would be down to his last few Hundred dollars that he had saved from the last job he had.

    ?I under stand, just wish that I could get work somewhere that there was no rain.? Malcolm seethed.

    ?Hah! My boy you?re in the wrong part o? the world for that. This is Vancouver, its always rainin?.

    The Foreman?s voice seemed to fade as Malcolm began to think of what he would do with his day off this time. Malcolm debated about it for a few seconds, and decided to just go back to his home and catch up on sleep. Malcolm turned around and headed for the gates of the construction site.

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  24. Sentinel-825 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jun 17, 2007
    star 1
    IC: Scott Shepard
    Earth Confederation Military Academy

    "New recruit?"

    "Yes sir. Masaya Chang, enlisted from China two days ago."

    "History?"

    "Father was a soldier, killed in combat. We have no records of his mother."

    "Any prior training?"

    "Not formally, but he claims his father educated him well."

    "His father?"

    "Daisuke Chang, Fifty-second Infantry."

    "I thought the name sounded familiar."

    "Sir?"

    "Who's accompanying him?"

    "Scott Shepard."

    "I see. Increase the training level to Advanced."

    "But sir, he's-"

    "Just do it. If Chang's father really did teach him, then he should have no problems. Not to mention he's got Shepard on his side. He could drink iced mocas and have himself a nap without any trouble."

    "Y-yes sir."


    "This is it?" Masaya inquired, strolling around the capacious training room and gazing around, guns holstered on his belt and back. The area was a giant blue sphere with overhanging lights on the distant ceiling. "This is the training room?"

    "Yep," Scott responded dully. He couldn't remember how many times he'd been in here, as he'd lost count after about the hundred and fiftieth time.

    "How does it work?" Scott could see that the kid, only eighteen years old, was clearly bewildered.

    "You read comic books, kid?"

    "Sometimes," Chang replied, clearly becoming more confused by this odd inquiry into his personal preferences.

    "You know the Danger Room from X-Men?"

    Chang's visage clearly became more understanding. "Yes."

    "Like that," Scott said, and double-checked that his weapons were in working order. There was a loud humming sound, and the blue began to fade from the room. "Here we go, get ready, kid."

    Chang immediately grabbed his rifle, and soon what was once a giant training room became a desert battleground with a myriad of craters and boulders. Upon witnessing the giant armada in the distance approaching his location, Chang immediately took cover behind the nearest boulder. Scott entered a crater and was peaking over the edge at the oncoming enemy.

    "Twenty tanks," he muttered to himself. "Fifty foot soldiers. Dammit, it's on Advanced."

    Chang heard this last bit of speech from Scott and his eyes widened in horror. "Ad-advanced?"

    Scott didn't respond, but was pulling out two frag grenades.

    "S-sir?" Chang said, slowly lowering his back on the boulder and eventually coming to a sitting position on the dirt. "Did you do this when you first enlisted?" Scott nodded. "W-what happened?"

    "Three bruised ribs and a concussion." Scott thought he heard a small squeal from Chang, though it could have been an engine from one of the tanks, as they were no more than a hundred yards away from his location.

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  25. SephyCloneNo15 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2005
    star 5
    GM-Approved!

    Name:
    Kurt Windsor
    Place of origin: Kettle Moraine, WI, USA, Earth
    Age: 24
    Appearance: Still dresses like a college kid, T-shirts with unbuttoned button-ups over them, cargo pants, unkempt brown hair and goatee.
    Equipment: Usually has a sketchbook and pencil in his pocket and a camera strapped around his neck
    Occupation: Wildlife Photographer, budding Xenobiologist
    Classification: Civillian
    Skills: BFA, Majored in Photography, minored in Illustration, loves Sci-Fi
    Brief Bio: Kurt was always a bit of a wierdo. Born and raised in the small town of Kettle Moraine, surrounded by glacier-carved wilderness, Kurt naturally hung out in the wilderness around his hometown, getting aquainted with nature. In his spare time, he loved drawing interesting plants and animals (a few of which were actually real), and when he got a digital camera for his sixteenth birthday (when all his friends got cars), he could make even the most boring of trees and plants and animals look exciting and exotic. After graduating from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago with a major in Photography, he worked for a couple years shooting pictures for national park pamphlets around the country, and set his portfolio to National Geographic mere weeks before the unveiling of the Boeing Type I. Suddenly he looked to the stars, reading everything he could find about what Life beyond Sol might look and act like. He quickly submitted a portfolio to every company and government looking to colonize, along with a letter practically beging them to send him along to catalogue strange new wildlife.

    Meanwhile, his travelling had left him with no small number of damaged or destroyed more-than-friend relationships, and, in the bitter lonliness of his most recent break-up, he ended up going out for coffee with his old would-be High School Sweetheart. Had he read Niel Gaiman's Stardust, he might have realized the irony in the offer he was making, but he told her that somewhere out there, the must be a creature or alien flower whose beauty and intelligence was comparable to her own ("Since, of course, you're the most beautiful thing on this planet..."), and when he found such a creature, he would name it after her. IC: Kurt Windsor
    Somewhere between Kettle Moraine, WI and Chicago, IL

    Kurt had just talked himself into a hole with the once and future girl of his dreams. He stared angrily at his cell phone every couple seconds, waiting for the call. Pink Floyd's The Wall[/b] blared from the radio of his '64 -2064, that is- Honda Accord, and no one had called yet.

    And he couldn't have done it more cheesily, "You're the most beautiful creature on this world, but as soon as I find something as beautiful out there among the stars," he'd told her, "I'll name it after you."

    "****!" he screamed. She was probably calling up her girlfriends right now, telling them what a dork he was...still was.

    The worst part, though, was that he couldn't even make good on the promise. He'd told her a half-truth. He was leaving Earth, that much he was sure of. There was just no definite timeframe or destination...yet.

    Actually, the worst part was that her name would sound terrible attached to any animal or plant he may stumble accross. Michelle's Orchid-Like Flower? The Red-Throated Michelle? With any luck, he'd settle down with some nice colonist, and she'd forget his stupid, stupid promise and never bother him again to ask when she was gonna be immortalized in The Big Book of Xenobioloy.

    "Goddamnit!" he glared at his phone, "Will you look over my portfolio and call already?"

    Tag: GM (for a colonization service...or for Michelle if you dare...)
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