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Introduction
Introduction:
The year, for humanity, is 180 AFC: After First Contact. Earth and her colonies are now a member state of the Galactic Alliance, an economic and political union of various countries and species across the galaxy. What was once a strongest supernation in the world, the Galactic Alliance now faces economic depression and political chaos, brought on by the now twenty year old war against the largest military force the galaxy has ever known: The Zerak Empire, lead by a single race, the Zerakodians. They are blessed with powers of the mind, as are many of the galaxies sentient species, telekinesis, control over nature and her elements, and even the power to invade one's thoughts. Their powers, mixed with their impeccable social and political control over their conquered worlds make the Zerakodians a powerful foe for the chaotic Galactic Alliance. Humanity must do all it can, along with it's fellow Alliance species, to rid the world of the Zerak Empire. Of course, amidst the chaos is the Duchess, a pirate vessel, ignorant of the political state of the worlds or what war is being fought where. The Duchess and her crew are, or were, pirates of all species and origins, all joined in the hopes of making illegal profit. Unfortunately, the Duchess and her crew have been experiencing slight difficult on the profit front as of late, and after another spectacularly self-defeating adventure, they head to the planet of Anisary Eight, the city capital of the Galactic Alliance, in hopes of rebuilding their ship and recruiting more able-bodied crew mates...
The Crew of the Duchess:
Captain Beth - Rajako
Stata Facta - Android
Character Creation:
Select a species, a name, and a history, and any other addition details, and then submit!
Species:
Gambons
Home World: Gambodia
Gambodian Culture, The Kingdom of Gambon:
Gambon's have a vast colonial empire, with citizens of all species. However, citizens of the empire that are not Gambon almost exclusively make up the lowest classes of their class system, at the top of which are the Gambodian nobility. The Gambon's vast prosperous empire mixed with their theories of Gambodian superiority have led to a rocky relationship both with the Galactic Alliance and most other space nations.
Description: The Gambons are a stocky, short humanoid people. Their eyes are large and pitch black, their soft skin shades of pale red and pink. The hair on Gambon's is typically wild and curly, from their eyebrows to their arm hair. Male Gambon's typically have beards of bright colors. They have two legs and feet and two arms and hands, with four toes and fingers, each respectively. Gambons stand at around five foot tall and weigh between eighty and one-hundred pounds.
Zerakodians
Home World: Zonillia
Zerakodians Culture, The Zerak Empire:
The Zerakodians are warrior people, with each member of their society having to prove themselves in combat in a young age. This, in Zerakodian culture, ensures that only the strongest survive to populate and serve the Empire. This view they have on all things, including the worlds they conquered, and the alien species upon them, most of which were enslaved. All those under Zerakodian rule must either prove themselves or die. The Emperor himself is also faced with this philosophy, and can be openly challenged by a member of his council at any time, though he has yet to be dethroned. After continuos scrutiny from the Galactic Alliance the Zerakodians declared war, and so far have seemed to be evenly matched.
Description: The Zerakodians are a muscular, intelligent humanoid people. Their eyes are typically colors of red and orange, and their cold, rubbery skin ranges in shades of purple and blue. Males have white-bone horns extending from both their forehead and jaw, while females only have horns from the forehead. Their limbs are nearly identical to a humans only their fingers tend to be much more claw like. Zerakodians typically stand at six feet and weight between one hundred and sixty to one hundred and eighty pounds.
Vleeboes
Home World: Vleebolai
Vleeboes Culture, Various Clans:
The Vleeboes are a scattered people, originally slaves to the Ensindijee, the now freed people make their way in the world as mercenaries, smugglers, slavers, and thieves. The Vleeboes homeworld is engulfed in chaos and anarchy, with thousands of clans fighting one another for control. Any advanced culture that the Vleeboes held was destroyed in the Ensindijee conquest, and even now it has yet to be restored.
Description: The Vleeboes are a quick, agile rodent people. Their bodies are covered with green and yellowish spotted fur, the texture of which is generally harsh and bristly. Their eyes are orange with black pupils and large, rounded ears, that hang off the side of their head. They have large mouths, spiked teeth, and narrow snouts. Vleeboes typically stand at five foot five, and weigh between one hundred and twenty to one hundred and forty pounds.
Holahans
Home World: Keenosia
Holahan Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Holahan's are a inventive, fun-loving people. Few wars have ever occurred on the Holahan home-world, and peace and prosperity has been the Holahan mentality throughout history. Their government is a republic and their military is extremely minimal. The Holahan's are known as advanced ship mechanics and thrill-seekers throughout the galaxy, with many of the top brand ships coming from their world. In the Galactic Alliance the Holahan's do not have a member on the Leader Council, as they are considered one of the least important member species.
Description: The Holahans are a strong, inventive humanoid people. Their eyes are small, forward facing orbs of any color. Holahan brightly colored skin is thick and reptilian, and their teeth are rounded, since they are an omnivore species. From the back of their heads they grow six hard, tentacle like organs which hang down several feet. From their torso come four sets of arms, each with narrow three-fingered hands at the ends of them. They have long legs and four toed feet. Holahans stand at around five eight and weight between one hundred and forty and one hundred and sixty pounds.
Rindikan
Home World: Hephas
Rindican Culture, The Rindican Republic:
The Rindican are a dutiful people, brought up to believe that they are each individually a part of the people's republic and that only together can they effectively defend themselves from the outside threats of the world. The Rindican military, as such, is extremely powerful, and the Rindican people in general have a strong moral philosophy. The Rindican have had a very positive relationship with the Galactic Alliance, though they have never joined in fear of become, according to them, as corrupted.
Descriptions: The Rindikan are an intelligent yet weak plasmic people. Their forms are a plasmic connection of brain cells. Upon creation they are transported into custom made Rindisuits, large mechanical, armored bodies that they live within until the day they die. Rindisuits typically have two arms and two legs, though exceptions do exist. They stand at eight feet, and weigh roughly two hundred and twenty pounds.
Omenus
Home World: Anisary Eight
Omenus Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Omenus are a logical, diplomatic people. They are among the four species on the Galactic Alliance's Leader Council, and they are generally considered to be the most reasonable, calculating people in the galaxy. The Omenus, above all, believe in prosperity, and want it most of all for both their people, and all the people of the Alliance.
Description: The Omenus are a tall, diplomatic humanoid people. Their large eyes are colored brightly in aquatic colors, illuminated from within, and their smooth skin is typically shades of pale beige, with their mouths curving below their tall noses. Their bodies are thin and long, and their hairs are typically cut short to their heads. They stand at roughly seven foot tall, and weight between one hundred and thirty to one hundred and fifty pounds.
Posonids
Home World: Wrileen
Posonid Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Posonids are a capitalist, moral bankrupt people. They have a history of warfare, conquest, and colonization on their homeworld, though through those events they did not emerge with a spectacular military, but rather an advanced understanding of trade and the value of currency. Now, the Posonid homeworld is ruled by the richest, and almost all Posonids are out to make money, be it by legal or illegal means. The so called servant species of the Posonids, coming from the same homeworld, are the Oradess, who have been slaves in Posonid culture for hundreds of years. The Galactic Alliance, though generally disapproving of the Posonid slave trade, allows it to flourish throughout Alliance planets, due to their reliance on Posonid economic strategy and their colonies bustling economies. The Posonid's are among the four species on the Galactic Alliance's Leader Council.
Description: The Posonids are a intelligent, business minded people. Their eyes are usually black or brown dots, and their heads resemble various forms of aquatic and fish life, with their skin range matching appropriately. Their mouths are wide and fitted with razor sharp teeth, and they are typically hairless. Out of water, on their chest they are fitted with small monitoring boxes that feed them water so that they can survive in air. They have two legs and two arms, with four fingers and toes on each respectively. They typically stand at around seven to eight feet, and they weigh between one hundred and one hundred and twenty pounds.
Oradess
Home World: Wrileen
Oradess Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Oradess a servant slave species for the Posonids. Their history before the wars on their shared homeworld with the Posonids have all but been lost, the result of the wars being the enslavement of the entire species. The Posonids have been reasonable masters, and it is part of Oradess culture that each Oradess has an owner, a family that they belong to and serve. In servitude the Oradess have been extremely passive, with rebellion and violence almost unrecognizable to them. Very few free Oradess exist, and they are the only species in the Galactic Alliance that fit the criteria of slave race.
Description: The Oradess are a peaceful, servant humanoid people. Their eyes are large and typically bright colors such as green, yellow, red and blue. Their noses are typically curved from the brow, and have small soft siphon's where their nostrils would be on a human. Their skin is typically blue and leathery, and outside of the sea they wear tight suits filled with special liquid gas or water. They have two legs and two arms, with five fingers on their hands and fives toes on their legs. They typically stand at around five feet and ten inches, and weigh between one hundred and twenty and one hundred and forty pounds.
Cavenians
Home World: Dess
Cavenian Culture, The Democratic Galactic Republic for Cavenians and All Free Species:
The Cavenian's are known as the youngest and most unknowing of the sentient species, having only made first contact ten years ago. The Cavenian's are generally peace loving, having the fewest recorded wars of any advanced species to ever exist. Having been exposed to the world just ten years ago, the Cavenians have a generally less knowing, and less fearful view of what the galaxy has to offer. The Cavenians have made several requests to join the Galactic Alliance, all of which have been rejected, due to the Alliance's fear that the Cavenian's failing economy and lack of military strength will weaken them in their war with the Zerak Empire.
Description: The Cavenians are graceful, human sized people with their heads held high atop of their long necks. Their heads are adorned with feathers in the same way hair would, the females with longer feathers f bright colors while the males typically have pale feathers. The scaly skin on their long limbs, tiny bodies, and long tails vary in shades of gray and the skin is difficult to penetrate. They have white eyes with iridescent specks scattered across the eyeball, their faces are long with large nostrils, and their teeth are dull and flat. They have a dainty walk and tend to walk at a leisurely pace. A peaceful race, they try to stay out of all affairs although they will give an opinion if asked of them.
Ensindijee
Home World: Krostava
Ensindijee Culture, The Universal Kingdom:
The Ensindijee are an ancient species, and the first to have made first contact, with the Rajako, thousands of years ago. They forged the first Galactic Empire and colonized hundreds of planets. However, countless revolts and rebellions eventually led to the end of their colonial supremacy, until they were left alone on their home world. Now, even their home world has fallen into decay, with most Ensindijee surviving off scavenging to survive and make profit with the world beyond their skies. Still, the supremacy of the Empire lives on in their culture, and the belief that their King holds power on a galactic level is still prevalent. The Galactic Alliance has refused to acknowledge the existence of the Universal Kingdom, and the Ensindijee are almost universally disliked by the other species of the galaxy.
Description: The Ensindijee are a tall, ancient race of insectoid people. Their heads are triangular with an eye located on each side of their head and one on their forehead. Their skin is dull and metallic. Their bodies are top heavy and long. They have two antennae atop their heads used for transmitting information to one another. Their arms are long and bladelike causing them to use telekinesis to latch on to objects. They stand at roughly eleven feet and weigh around five hundred pounds.
Rajako
Home World: Jenario
Rajako Culture, The Rajan:
The Rajako are self-helping, individualistic species, with each one typically leaving their family, and their homeworld, at a young age to carve out their own profit and kingdom. As such the Rajako are widespread throughout the galaxy, with the dream of each to own their own Kingdom, with their own slaves and servants. The Rajan itself has been ruled by old families for many years and has been a long term ally of the Zerak Empire.
Description: The Rajako are a massive, distinctive people. Their bodies themselves sit as though they were brown piles of fat, with their faces at the top of the pile and two skinny hands coming out at the midway point. At their bottom they have five hundred fat tentacles, each with three separations at their end, which they can use to glide about on surfaces or to use as additional hands. Their eyes are typically small and bright colors of red, green, blue, and pink, and their mouths are large and filled with massive teeth. Their noses are wide and fat, and their skin is typically shades of green or brown. They stand at about eleven feet, and weigh roughly three hundred pounds.
Enofha
Home planet: Enofhia
Enofha Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Enofha are relatively young species, having made first contact just a few years after Humanity. Since then they have colonized many worlds, have built up a modest military, and have had continuos prosperity for their people. Since their emergence they have been recognized as an eager species, impatient to advance and prove their worth to the galaxy, which other species have seen as a threat. Still, the Galactic Alliance recently inducted them into the four Leader Council species. Since the outbreak of the war, the Enofha have been on the front lines to combat the Zerak offensive. They have gained the reputation as both Humanity's closest ally and rival.
Description: The Enofha have no limbs, their body consisting of a thin physical being with see-through skin in which veins can be seen running throughout. They have a milky white coloring and float, rarely touching the ground except when they are dying or dead. On one surface, the Enofha have human like faces with large eyes that make up half of their faces. They have large noses and tiny mouths.
Engreint
Home World: Marient
Engreint Culture, The Engreint Empire:
The Engreint's are divided species, with their people marked into several different castes, from Nobles at the top, to Slumlords at the bottom. The Engreint division of it's people has made it a self loathing empire, with the higher ranked castes refusing to even speak to the lower. This problematic division has caused their diplomacy with the Galactic Alliance to be nearly nonexistent. Most Engreint's never leave world, due to the Empire's isolation and lack of contact with the Alliance, and those who due often still enter the galaxy with the caste system in mind, making them a despised species by the more civilized peoples of the galaxy.
Description: The Engreints are a subterranean, slime-skinned race of people. They have averaged sized, colorless eyes and large sensitive ears and snouts used for finding their way in darkened underground tunnels. The Engreint homeworld is inhospitable topside to living creatures. Only underneath the planet can any living species thrive, which is where the Engrients built their civilization. They have large tusks jutting out of their lower jaw and smooth slimelike skin. They shift from walking bipedal and quadrapedal, whatever gets them around quickest. Their hands bear large claws used for digging tunnels underground. On all fours they stand at around eight feet tall and on their hind legs they stand roughly at nine feet. They weigh around three hundred to four hundred pounds.
Humans
Home World: Earth
Human Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Humans are a young, economically depressed species. Having made first contact less than two hundred years ago, Humanity is the third youngest advanced species in the galaxy to have emerged. In their time they have managed to build up a sizable military and create a moderately sized colonial empire. Throughout their galactic history weak economic policies have caused depression and poverty to be rampant within the Human colonies, and often times they have been accused of hurting the Galactic Alliance more than they benefited it. In the war with the Zerak Empire they have avoided battle when possible, often taking a defensive approach, as opposed to the aggressive stance of the front lining Enofha, who Humanity considers to be it's greatest rival.
Nesros
Home World: Shoeka
Nesros Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Nesros are the founding species of the Galactic Alliance. Though throughout history they have been a weak and uninfluential species, with the formation of the Galactic Alliance they managed to gain the title of the Galaxy's most civilized species. The Nesros have a cold, uncaring view of the world, and are known for their lack of belief and skepticism of the unknown or the theoretical. The Nesros are the Leader of the four races of the Galactic Alliance's Leader Council.
Description: The Nesros are an ancient, wizened avian people. Their skin is a scaly, colored with dull shade of yellow and their eyes are black and piercing. They each have a medium sized beak with most males having the beginnings of a curling beard underneath it. All Nesros have thin strands of wiry hair atop their head. They are typically slightly over five feet in length and weigh between one hundred and thirty to one hundred and ten pounds. Their species is a long lasting one and it is not uncommon to find one over one thousand years old.
Robots
Various types and builds of robots are rampant throughout the Galaxy.
The year, for humanity, is 180 AFC: After First Contact. Earth and her colonies are now a member state of the Galactic Alliance, an economic and political union of various countries and species across the galaxy. What was once a strongest supernation in the world, the Galactic Alliance now faces economic depression and political chaos, brought on by the now twenty year old war against the largest military force the galaxy has ever known: The Zerak Empire, lead by a single race, the Zerakodians. They are blessed with powers of the mind, as are many of the galaxies sentient species, telekinesis, control over nature and her elements, and even the power to invade one's thoughts. Their powers, mixed with their impeccable social and political control over their conquered worlds make the Zerakodians a powerful foe for the chaotic Galactic Alliance. Humanity must do all it can, along with it's fellow Alliance species, to rid the world of the Zerak Empire. Of course, amidst the chaos is the Duchess, a pirate vessel, ignorant of the political state of the worlds or what war is being fought where. The Duchess and her crew are, or were, pirates of all species and origins, all joined in the hopes of making illegal profit. Unfortunately, the Duchess and her crew have been experiencing slight difficult on the profit front as of late, and after another spectacularly self-defeating adventure, they head to the planet of Anisary Eight, the city capital of the Galactic Alliance, in hopes of rebuilding their ship and recruiting more able-bodied crew mates...
The Crew of the Duchess:
Captain Beth - Rajako
Stata Facta - Android
Character Creation:
Select a species, a name, and a history, and any other addition details, and then submit!
Species:
Gambons
Home World: Gambodia
Gambodian Culture, The Kingdom of Gambon:
Gambon's have a vast colonial empire, with citizens of all species. However, citizens of the empire that are not Gambon almost exclusively make up the lowest classes of their class system, at the top of which are the Gambodian nobility. The Gambon's vast prosperous empire mixed with their theories of Gambodian superiority have led to a rocky relationship both with the Galactic Alliance and most other space nations.
Description: The Gambons are a stocky, short humanoid people. Their eyes are large and pitch black, their soft skin shades of pale red and pink. The hair on Gambon's is typically wild and curly, from their eyebrows to their arm hair. Male Gambon's typically have beards of bright colors. They have two legs and feet and two arms and hands, with four toes and fingers, each respectively. Gambons stand at around five foot tall and weigh between eighty and one-hundred pounds.
Zerakodians
Home World: Zonillia
Zerakodians Culture, The Zerak Empire:
The Zerakodians are warrior people, with each member of their society having to prove themselves in combat in a young age. This, in Zerakodian culture, ensures that only the strongest survive to populate and serve the Empire. This view they have on all things, including the worlds they conquered, and the alien species upon them, most of which were enslaved. All those under Zerakodian rule must either prove themselves or die. The Emperor himself is also faced with this philosophy, and can be openly challenged by a member of his council at any time, though he has yet to be dethroned. After continuos scrutiny from the Galactic Alliance the Zerakodians declared war, and so far have seemed to be evenly matched.
Description: The Zerakodians are a muscular, intelligent humanoid people. Their eyes are typically colors of red and orange, and their cold, rubbery skin ranges in shades of purple and blue. Males have white-bone horns extending from both their forehead and jaw, while females only have horns from the forehead. Their limbs are nearly identical to a humans only their fingers tend to be much more claw like. Zerakodians typically stand at six feet and weight between one hundred and sixty to one hundred and eighty pounds.
Vleeboes
Home World: Vleebolai
Vleeboes Culture, Various Clans:
The Vleeboes are a scattered people, originally slaves to the Ensindijee, the now freed people make their way in the world as mercenaries, smugglers, slavers, and thieves. The Vleeboes homeworld is engulfed in chaos and anarchy, with thousands of clans fighting one another for control. Any advanced culture that the Vleeboes held was destroyed in the Ensindijee conquest, and even now it has yet to be restored.
Description: The Vleeboes are a quick, agile rodent people. Their bodies are covered with green and yellowish spotted fur, the texture of which is generally harsh and bristly. Their eyes are orange with black pupils and large, rounded ears, that hang off the side of their head. They have large mouths, spiked teeth, and narrow snouts. Vleeboes typically stand at five foot five, and weigh between one hundred and twenty to one hundred and forty pounds.
Holahans
Home World: Keenosia
Holahan Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Holahan's are a inventive, fun-loving people. Few wars have ever occurred on the Holahan home-world, and peace and prosperity has been the Holahan mentality throughout history. Their government is a republic and their military is extremely minimal. The Holahan's are known as advanced ship mechanics and thrill-seekers throughout the galaxy, with many of the top brand ships coming from their world. In the Galactic Alliance the Holahan's do not have a member on the Leader Council, as they are considered one of the least important member species.
Description: The Holahans are a strong, inventive humanoid people. Their eyes are small, forward facing orbs of any color. Holahan brightly colored skin is thick and reptilian, and their teeth are rounded, since they are an omnivore species. From the back of their heads they grow six hard, tentacle like organs which hang down several feet. From their torso come four sets of arms, each with narrow three-fingered hands at the ends of them. They have long legs and four toed feet. Holahans stand at around five eight and weight between one hundred and forty and one hundred and sixty pounds.
Rindikan
Home World: Hephas
Rindican Culture, The Rindican Republic:
The Rindican are a dutiful people, brought up to believe that they are each individually a part of the people's republic and that only together can they effectively defend themselves from the outside threats of the world. The Rindican military, as such, is extremely powerful, and the Rindican people in general have a strong moral philosophy. The Rindican have had a very positive relationship with the Galactic Alliance, though they have never joined in fear of become, according to them, as corrupted.
Descriptions: The Rindikan are an intelligent yet weak plasmic people. Their forms are a plasmic connection of brain cells. Upon creation they are transported into custom made Rindisuits, large mechanical, armored bodies that they live within until the day they die. Rindisuits typically have two arms and two legs, though exceptions do exist. They stand at eight feet, and weigh roughly two hundred and twenty pounds.
Omenus
Home World: Anisary Eight
Omenus Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Omenus are a logical, diplomatic people. They are among the four species on the Galactic Alliance's Leader Council, and they are generally considered to be the most reasonable, calculating people in the galaxy. The Omenus, above all, believe in prosperity, and want it most of all for both their people, and all the people of the Alliance.
Description: The Omenus are a tall, diplomatic humanoid people. Their large eyes are colored brightly in aquatic colors, illuminated from within, and their smooth skin is typically shades of pale beige, with their mouths curving below their tall noses. Their bodies are thin and long, and their hairs are typically cut short to their heads. They stand at roughly seven foot tall, and weight between one hundred and thirty to one hundred and fifty pounds.
Posonids
Home World: Wrileen
Posonid Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Posonids are a capitalist, moral bankrupt people. They have a history of warfare, conquest, and colonization on their homeworld, though through those events they did not emerge with a spectacular military, but rather an advanced understanding of trade and the value of currency. Now, the Posonid homeworld is ruled by the richest, and almost all Posonids are out to make money, be it by legal or illegal means. The so called servant species of the Posonids, coming from the same homeworld, are the Oradess, who have been slaves in Posonid culture for hundreds of years. The Galactic Alliance, though generally disapproving of the Posonid slave trade, allows it to flourish throughout Alliance planets, due to their reliance on Posonid economic strategy and their colonies bustling economies. The Posonid's are among the four species on the Galactic Alliance's Leader Council.
Description: The Posonids are a intelligent, business minded people. Their eyes are usually black or brown dots, and their heads resemble various forms of aquatic and fish life, with their skin range matching appropriately. Their mouths are wide and fitted with razor sharp teeth, and they are typically hairless. Out of water, on their chest they are fitted with small monitoring boxes that feed them water so that they can survive in air. They have two legs and two arms, with four fingers and toes on each respectively. They typically stand at around seven to eight feet, and they weigh between one hundred and one hundred and twenty pounds.
Oradess
Home World: Wrileen
Oradess Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Oradess a servant slave species for the Posonids. Their history before the wars on their shared homeworld with the Posonids have all but been lost, the result of the wars being the enslavement of the entire species. The Posonids have been reasonable masters, and it is part of Oradess culture that each Oradess has an owner, a family that they belong to and serve. In servitude the Oradess have been extremely passive, with rebellion and violence almost unrecognizable to them. Very few free Oradess exist, and they are the only species in the Galactic Alliance that fit the criteria of slave race.
Description: The Oradess are a peaceful, servant humanoid people. Their eyes are large and typically bright colors such as green, yellow, red and blue. Their noses are typically curved from the brow, and have small soft siphon's where their nostrils would be on a human. Their skin is typically blue and leathery, and outside of the sea they wear tight suits filled with special liquid gas or water. They have two legs and two arms, with five fingers on their hands and fives toes on their legs. They typically stand at around five feet and ten inches, and weigh between one hundred and twenty and one hundred and forty pounds.
Cavenians
Home World: Dess
Cavenian Culture, The Democratic Galactic Republic for Cavenians and All Free Species:
The Cavenian's are known as the youngest and most unknowing of the sentient species, having only made first contact ten years ago. The Cavenian's are generally peace loving, having the fewest recorded wars of any advanced species to ever exist. Having been exposed to the world just ten years ago, the Cavenians have a generally less knowing, and less fearful view of what the galaxy has to offer. The Cavenians have made several requests to join the Galactic Alliance, all of which have been rejected, due to the Alliance's fear that the Cavenian's failing economy and lack of military strength will weaken them in their war with the Zerak Empire.
Description: The Cavenians are graceful, human sized people with their heads held high atop of their long necks. Their heads are adorned with feathers in the same way hair would, the females with longer feathers f bright colors while the males typically have pale feathers. The scaly skin on their long limbs, tiny bodies, and long tails vary in shades of gray and the skin is difficult to penetrate. They have white eyes with iridescent specks scattered across the eyeball, their faces are long with large nostrils, and their teeth are dull and flat. They have a dainty walk and tend to walk at a leisurely pace. A peaceful race, they try to stay out of all affairs although they will give an opinion if asked of them.
Ensindijee
Home World: Krostava
Ensindijee Culture, The Universal Kingdom:
The Ensindijee are an ancient species, and the first to have made first contact, with the Rajako, thousands of years ago. They forged the first Galactic Empire and colonized hundreds of planets. However, countless revolts and rebellions eventually led to the end of their colonial supremacy, until they were left alone on their home world. Now, even their home world has fallen into decay, with most Ensindijee surviving off scavenging to survive and make profit with the world beyond their skies. Still, the supremacy of the Empire lives on in their culture, and the belief that their King holds power on a galactic level is still prevalent. The Galactic Alliance has refused to acknowledge the existence of the Universal Kingdom, and the Ensindijee are almost universally disliked by the other species of the galaxy.
Description: The Ensindijee are a tall, ancient race of insectoid people. Their heads are triangular with an eye located on each side of their head and one on their forehead. Their skin is dull and metallic. Their bodies are top heavy and long. They have two antennae atop their heads used for transmitting information to one another. Their arms are long and bladelike causing them to use telekinesis to latch on to objects. They stand at roughly eleven feet and weigh around five hundred pounds.
Rajako
Home World: Jenario
Rajako Culture, The Rajan:
The Rajako are self-helping, individualistic species, with each one typically leaving their family, and their homeworld, at a young age to carve out their own profit and kingdom. As such the Rajako are widespread throughout the galaxy, with the dream of each to own their own Kingdom, with their own slaves and servants. The Rajan itself has been ruled by old families for many years and has been a long term ally of the Zerak Empire.
Description: The Rajako are a massive, distinctive people. Their bodies themselves sit as though they were brown piles of fat, with their faces at the top of the pile and two skinny hands coming out at the midway point. At their bottom they have five hundred fat tentacles, each with three separations at their end, which they can use to glide about on surfaces or to use as additional hands. Their eyes are typically small and bright colors of red, green, blue, and pink, and their mouths are large and filled with massive teeth. Their noses are wide and fat, and their skin is typically shades of green or brown. They stand at about eleven feet, and weigh roughly three hundred pounds.
Enofha
Home planet: Enofhia
Enofha Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Enofha are relatively young species, having made first contact just a few years after Humanity. Since then they have colonized many worlds, have built up a modest military, and have had continuos prosperity for their people. Since their emergence they have been recognized as an eager species, impatient to advance and prove their worth to the galaxy, which other species have seen as a threat. Still, the Galactic Alliance recently inducted them into the four Leader Council species. Since the outbreak of the war, the Enofha have been on the front lines to combat the Zerak offensive. They have gained the reputation as both Humanity's closest ally and rival.
Description: The Enofha have no limbs, their body consisting of a thin physical being with see-through skin in which veins can be seen running throughout. They have a milky white coloring and float, rarely touching the ground except when they are dying or dead. On one surface, the Enofha have human like faces with large eyes that make up half of their faces. They have large noses and tiny mouths.
Engreint
Home World: Marient
Engreint Culture, The Engreint Empire:
The Engreint's are divided species, with their people marked into several different castes, from Nobles at the top, to Slumlords at the bottom. The Engreint division of it's people has made it a self loathing empire, with the higher ranked castes refusing to even speak to the lower. This problematic division has caused their diplomacy with the Galactic Alliance to be nearly nonexistent. Most Engreint's never leave world, due to the Empire's isolation and lack of contact with the Alliance, and those who due often still enter the galaxy with the caste system in mind, making them a despised species by the more civilized peoples of the galaxy.
Description: The Engreints are a subterranean, slime-skinned race of people. They have averaged sized, colorless eyes and large sensitive ears and snouts used for finding their way in darkened underground tunnels. The Engreint homeworld is inhospitable topside to living creatures. Only underneath the planet can any living species thrive, which is where the Engrients built their civilization. They have large tusks jutting out of their lower jaw and smooth slimelike skin. They shift from walking bipedal and quadrapedal, whatever gets them around quickest. Their hands bear large claws used for digging tunnels underground. On all fours they stand at around eight feet tall and on their hind legs they stand roughly at nine feet. They weigh around three hundred to four hundred pounds.
Humans
Home World: Earth
Human Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Humans are a young, economically depressed species. Having made first contact less than two hundred years ago, Humanity is the third youngest advanced species in the galaxy to have emerged. In their time they have managed to build up a sizable military and create a moderately sized colonial empire. Throughout their galactic history weak economic policies have caused depression and poverty to be rampant within the Human colonies, and often times they have been accused of hurting the Galactic Alliance more than they benefited it. In the war with the Zerak Empire they have avoided battle when possible, often taking a defensive approach, as opposed to the aggressive stance of the front lining Enofha, who Humanity considers to be it's greatest rival.
Nesros
Home World: Shoeka
Nesros Culture, The Galactic Alliance:
The Nesros are the founding species of the Galactic Alliance. Though throughout history they have been a weak and uninfluential species, with the formation of the Galactic Alliance they managed to gain the title of the Galaxy's most civilized species. The Nesros have a cold, uncaring view of the world, and are known for their lack of belief and skepticism of the unknown or the theoretical. The Nesros are the Leader of the four races of the Galactic Alliance's Leader Council.
Description: The Nesros are an ancient, wizened avian people. Their skin is a scaly, colored with dull shade of yellow and their eyes are black and piercing. They each have a medium sized beak with most males having the beginnings of a curling beard underneath it. All Nesros have thin strands of wiry hair atop their head. They are typically slightly over five feet in length and weigh between one hundred and thirty to one hundred and ten pounds. Their species is a long lasting one and it is not uncommon to find one over one thousand years old.
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Brufflint played by PirateofPie
A gruff wastrel Engreint, castoff from his planet. Looking to make it big in the galaxy.
Rescha played by Light_of_the_Fallen
An arrogant fighter out to prove all should be kneeling at her feet.
Helthax Zanzar played by KenXin
Human. Left behind as a child on the planet Zonillia. Raised by an old Zerak war veteran.
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A liberal minded yet strangely callous Gambon ex-seaman with technical training and an affinity for machines.
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OOC Notes
The suns gleamed off the metallic buildings that lined the street, as above and below them thousands of ships and cruisers flew in the bustle of the midday. Among the ships, descending onto a large, skybound docking platform was the Duchess, a large, multi-floored grey-brown ship, it's paint stained and it's armor bent and riddled with massive, cannon shaped holes. A raging fire exploded from the back of the Duchess as the smoke engulfed ship literally crashed down into a docking space. Following a few minor hiccup explosions, the doors of the vessel opened, and out of them fell a fat, massive, bearded Rajako with a wooden pipe in his mouth, following him silver, feminine android. A docking official looked over the two, and their suspiciously broken ship, before adjusting his cap and walking over to the two.
"Excuse me!" The official said as he approached the two freaks. "Excuse me, citizens! What is this vehicle?" He asked.
"A ship, clearly," The Rajako muttered, his voice low and authoritative.
"Yes, but is it a registered ship?" The official asked. "Are you citizens of the Galactic Alliance, and is your ship registered? If not I'm afraid you two will have to come with me."
"Of course it's registered!" The Rajako laughed heartily. "My name is Piemar Piemarus, and this is my second mate, Robony," He said as he pointed to the android. "This is our ship, the Gingerbeer. Registration code eight two two o' twenty."
"Right," The official muttered as he glanced down to his holopad. After a second of searching he had found what he was looking for. "....Right," The Officer continued, glancing up at the Rajako. "It... seems to check out. Enjoy your stay, Captain Piemarus. Is this your entire crew or?"
"This is it!" The Captain replied hastily, "And this is indeed all there ever will be, or were!"
"...Right," The official muttered again. "Well Captain, enjoy your stay, as I've said. The Gingerbeer will be in good hands."
The Rajako gave the man a friendly smile before walking off down the skystreet, the android beside him. However, the Rajako was in fact not a Captain Piemar Piemarus, the android beside him was not a robot named Robony, and their ship was indeed not the Gingerbeer. No, instead they were the dreaded Captain Beth, his devious first mate android Stata Facta, and the greatest pirate ship the Galaxy had ever known, the Duchess. Unfortunately for Captain Beth, the Duchess was not living up to that title as of late.
"We wouldn't have to make up the entire crew if not for that Kalzani crisis," Captain Beth muttered to the android as they walked along the street. "Good men, all fifty one of them. Of course they're easily replaceable, the damage to the Duchess on the other hand! Outrageous! Still, first things first... we need a crew, and I think I know the perfect place to find the types of sorry saps we need."
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Yuwen Mare sat at his table quietly, barely looking up from his plate of Berbinian barnacles and Aloe Brandy. When he did look up he saw the tavern was crowded with species from all parts of the galaxy, most of them armed and dangerous looking, and, Yuwen was willing to bet, mostly not on the law's side. Yuwen shook his head of the thoughts, deciding to instead ignore the obviously shady establishment he had gotten lunch in and rather eat. "Berbinian barnacles... I'd almost rather starve," The Holahan muttered, before taking a bite of the food he had ordered for himself...
"Excuse me!" The official said as he approached the two freaks. "Excuse me, citizens! What is this vehicle?" He asked.
"A ship, clearly," The Rajako muttered, his voice low and authoritative.
"Yes, but is it a registered ship?" The official asked. "Are you citizens of the Galactic Alliance, and is your ship registered? If not I'm afraid you two will have to come with me."
"Of course it's registered!" The Rajako laughed heartily. "My name is Piemar Piemarus, and this is my second mate, Robony," He said as he pointed to the android. "This is our ship, the Gingerbeer. Registration code eight two two o' twenty."
"Right," The official muttered as he glanced down to his holopad. After a second of searching he had found what he was looking for. "....Right," The Officer continued, glancing up at the Rajako. "It... seems to check out. Enjoy your stay, Captain Piemarus. Is this your entire crew or?"
"This is it!" The Captain replied hastily, "And this is indeed all there ever will be, or were!"
"...Right," The official muttered again. "Well Captain, enjoy your stay, as I've said. The Gingerbeer will be in good hands."
The Rajako gave the man a friendly smile before walking off down the skystreet, the android beside him. However, the Rajako was in fact not a Captain Piemar Piemarus, the android beside him was not a robot named Robony, and their ship was indeed not the Gingerbeer. No, instead they were the dreaded Captain Beth, his devious first mate android Stata Facta, and the greatest pirate ship the Galaxy had ever known, the Duchess. Unfortunately for Captain Beth, the Duchess was not living up to that title as of late.
"We wouldn't have to make up the entire crew if not for that Kalzani crisis," Captain Beth muttered to the android as they walked along the street. "Good men, all fifty one of them. Of course they're easily replaceable, the damage to the Duchess on the other hand! Outrageous! Still, first things first... we need a crew, and I think I know the perfect place to find the types of sorry saps we need."
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Yuwen Mare sat at his table quietly, barely looking up from his plate of Berbinian barnacles and Aloe Brandy. When he did look up he saw the tavern was crowded with species from all parts of the galaxy, most of them armed and dangerous looking, and, Yuwen was willing to bet, mostly not on the law's side. Yuwen shook his head of the thoughts, deciding to instead ignore the obviously shady establishment he had gotten lunch in and rather eat. "Berbinian barnacles... I'd almost rather starve," The Holahan muttered, before taking a bite of the food he had ordered for himself...
OOC Notes
Among the various patrons miserably sitting at the tavern, was a weathered looking maroon Engreint, sporting a Zerakodian jacket. He sat hunched over the counter his right arm reaching out to grab his frothy, sickeningly yellow mug of ale. "It's way too early to be drinking this bile..." Brufflin snorted, drowning himself in his pus colored ale. He took a quick browse at the menu and made a sneering face. "Cysteriun Salami?" Brufflin sniffs. "Well, that's practically cannibalism..." After another glance, he raises a claw and flags down the bartender, a scarred grizzled looking Omenus. "Keep the ale coming this way. And a platter of Wrileen hoardcrab maws." Brufflin chugged down the rest of his current mug of ale and raised the mug in the air when he was through, peering at the mug thoughtfully before dully devouring it with a chomp.
The bartender arrived minutes later, placing a platter of unappetizing looking food in front of the Engreint along with his drink. Brufflin placed his nostril's against the dish taking a whiff of the maws, before wolfing them down. With a belch and a quick glance at the other patrons, Bruffllin picked up his new mug of ale, gathering his thoughts. "Anisary Eight," he grumbled. "Heh. doesn't have the most conspicuous of seedy criminal underbellies, does it?" he asked, taking a swig of ale, noting the tavern's numerous bizarre looking patrons. With a grin, Brufflin slammed his mug back down on the counter. "Perfect place to start fresh!"
The bartender arrived minutes later, placing a platter of unappetizing looking food in front of the Engreint along with his drink. Brufflin placed his nostril's against the dish taking a whiff of the maws, before wolfing them down. With a belch and a quick glance at the other patrons, Bruffllin picked up his new mug of ale, gathering his thoughts. "Anisary Eight," he grumbled. "Heh. doesn't have the most conspicuous of seedy criminal underbellies, does it?" he asked, taking a swig of ale, noting the tavern's numerous bizarre looking patrons. With a grin, Brufflin slammed his mug back down on the counter. "Perfect place to start fresh!"
OOC Notes
"You want to start fresh, my friend?" Yuwen asked as he approached the counter with his empty plate. "You came here to start anew? So, out of all the places on Anisary Eight, you came here? To this tavern?" He asked with a raised eyebrow to the Engreint.
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Brufflin raised an ear in Yuwen's direction, listening to the Holahan speak, though not turning around to look at him. "I didn't exactly have a choice. Ship got caught in a bad firefight. Was un-salvageable. Ditched it and found my way here," Brufflin explained. "What about you, uh..." Brufflin paused to sniff the air. "Holahan, is it? What got you to go and have a pint at this Vleeboe's ass of a tavern?"
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"I'm a reporter, Yuwen's the name," Yuwen said as he extended one of his four arms for a handshake. "I heard about this place... a pirate haven, they say. Not the subtlest of venues, is it?"
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"Pirate heaven, eh...?" Brufflin muttered, taking another swig of ale. "Subtle?" Brufflin snorted. "Not in the slightest. Perfect place to get information, though. If you know the right people to ask, that is."
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"No. Pirate haven I said, not heaven. Haven: it's a separate word with a completely different meaning," Yuwen replied. "And I'm assuming you, despite being slightly deaf, know the right people to ask?"
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Brufflin's face curled into a snarl for a moment, before quickly simmering down to a smirk. As much of smirk he could give with his two large tusks. "Yeah, I know 'em," Brufflin answered. "Here. Let me introduce you," Brufflin grinned, kicking Yuwen's ankle with his hind leg, causing him to fall backwards onto a table where a group of three particularly detestable looking Vleeboes were gambling. Their holo-card dispensers, dice, and drinks all fell to the floor as they sat up slowly and began encircling Yuwen. Brufflin merely shook his head and placed money on the table, attempting to make his leave.
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"Hey jackweasel! You ruined my game!" One of the Vleeboes snarled as they grabbed Yuwen by the collar and raised him into the air. The Vleebon swung at Yuwen, who ducked beneath and kicked his attacker back into another table, causing the majority of the tavern's patrons to take notice of the fight. Using his hands, Yuwen punched one of the other two in the gut, and the other in the face, causing them both to fall over. From his pocket Yuwen pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fist, before turning to Brufflin, who sat back drinking his mug...
OOC Notes
The android, Stata had stood beside her Captain when they had been greeted and then questioned by the port authority. She walked with him into the pub. During this time she did not reply to him because none of his questions needed a reply. It had taken a long time for her to grasp the concept of a rhetorical question much to his dismay. During this time she had been monitoring ship repair bots and through them the trillions of nanites in the repair paste she had smeared over large portions of the damaged hull. It had taken her a long time to prepare for the repairs and there was much more to do. She stood next to Captain Beth, silent as a ghost until Brufflin's comment.
"Vleeboe's ass of a tavern?" Her hollow sounding voice trailed off. She was unnaturally still and silent, something that would unsettle most. Then she watched the fight without a change of expression or comment.
"Vleeboe's ass of a tavern?" Her hollow sounding voice trailed off. She was unnaturally still and silent, something that would unsettle most. Then she watched the fight without a change of expression or comment.
OOC Notes
"Oho there! It seems the fight isn't done with yet," an irritable looking Zerakodian snarled as she stomped her way over to the two who had caused a scene. The table she had just abandoned still held the remains of a plate that held the majority of its contents, most of it shoved out of its original place. A glass remained empty beside it as the smell of some strong drink lingered heavily around her. Noticing their eyes on her, she adjusted the bands on her arm with strong jerks and painful twists, glaring at Yuwen and Brufflin.
"Either finish the fight or get out," Rescha growled. "Your little love spat is disturbing everyone and ruined my appetite."
"Either finish the fight or get out," Rescha growled. "Your little love spat is disturbing everyone and ruined my appetite."
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"I think we may have some hopefuls," Captain Beth whispered to Stata as they watched from the entrance. "Keep an eye on them... I'm going to get a drink," The Captain chuckled as he glided off toward the bar.
"You stay out of this, Imperial," Yuwen spat at the intruding Zerakodian. "This is between me and my assaulter," he added, grabbing Brufflin with two of his hands.
"You stay out of this, Imperial," Yuwen spat at the intruding Zerakodian. "This is between me and my assaulter," he added, grabbing Brufflin with two of his hands.
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"Don't start a fight ya can't win, kid," Brufflin growled, raising his legs, aiming to deliver a drop kick to Yuwen's chest. Falling to the floor, Brufflin bore his tusks at Rescha. "And settle down, Zerakodian. Your people have a knack for starting more trouble then they're worth."
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"Well I would stay out of this if you two went outside," Rescha snapped, cracking her knuckles. "I'm not the one that started this you idiot and you're not even worth looking at. But if you're looking for a fight, then let's take this outside shall we? I'm sure the patrons here are itching to make some money by betting on me."
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Yuwen raised himself off the concrete floors of the tavern and looked at the two aliens. "This is ridiculous, simply ridiculous!" He yelled as he stepped between the two. "I understand you're criminals, no doubt uneducated and financially unstable, but can we not handle this in a civilized manner?" He asked as he pushed each back with two of his arms. "I'm here because I want answers, and I may be willing to forgive the two of you if you can provide them," He concluded as he glanced from the Rescha to Brufflin.
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"Don't call me uneducated you piece of scum," she hissed, baring her sharp teeth. Rescha glared at the two aliens with hatred and rolled her eyes. "Who needs your damn forgiveness anyway? If anything you should be thanking me for saving your arrogant ass. If you needed answers then why didn't you ask in the beginning you worthless piece of crap?"
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"Perhaps you'll get an answer, provided you learn to respect your elders, boyo," Brufflin snarled. Disrespect and insults are a surefire way to ensure your life meets a quick end in situations like these."
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"I'm just saying we should defuse this situation," Yuwen muttered as he lowered his arms. "Here," He began as he pulled out his golden card, "I'll buy you two the next round if you sit down with me, talk to me a bit about this place," He explained as he indicated for the waiter to come to them. "Don't worry about the cost. The company card can handle most of it."
OOC Notes
"I'll pass on those drinks," Brufflin shook his head. "Meals here are starting to give me indigestion. And I grew up on Engreint maggot gruel," Brufflin continued, stepping over an unconscious Vleeboe, as he headed toward the exit, carefully making note of the android that stood, standing awkwardly near the door. "Look, all I can tell you about this place...is that it's a slumhole. A place where people who have a certain...disillusionment with the law go to drink away their sorrows and set off in hopes of making it big."
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"Fine then," Rescha grunted as she yanked the nearest empty seat and slammed it on the ground, plopping herself upon it. She turned to the waiter, "Just get me the most expensive drink you have. I don't care what it's called or any of that useless crap, gimme the strongest and most expensive thing you have."
She listened quietly to Brufflin, examining her nails with distaste, before chuckling. "That's a light way of putting it."
She listened quietly to Brufflin, examining her nails with distaste, before chuckling. "That's a light way of putting it."
OOC Notes
"Get me two Berliners," Yuwen nodded at the waiter as he sat between the two aliens. "Now, I'm a reporter. My name is Yuwen Mare... you don't have to tell me your names if you don't want to. Now, the first thing I want to ask you two is if you know who owns this bar... and who frequents it... and why you two are here?"
OOC Notes
Off to the side, in the corner of the tavern, sat a quiet, hooded man sipping on some fresh Three-Sun tea. This had become a regular everyday routine for him over the last few weeks here on Anisary Eight. It reminded him of an old Irish pub that he visited back on Earth, several years ago. The drunks, the bad food, the distinct aroma of alcohol, and of course, the bar fights all held much in comparison.
Helthax grabbed the top tip of his hood and gently tugged on it before turning his attention to the now calmed down group of vagrants.
'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'Right when I was about to have some fun with them.'
The man continued to sip his Three-Sun tea whilst watching the group of aliens talk amongst themselves. With his heightened sense of hearing, Helthax zeroed in on their conversation and overhead the Holohan mention his name. Yuven Mare, a reporter...you don't say?
Helthax grabbed the top tip of his hood and gently tugged on it before turning his attention to the now calmed down group of vagrants.
'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'Right when I was about to have some fun with them.'
The man continued to sip his Three-Sun tea whilst watching the group of aliens talk amongst themselves. With his heightened sense of hearing, Helthax zeroed in on their conversation and overhead the Holohan mention his name. Yuven Mare, a reporter...you don't say?
OOC Notes
"This dump," Brufflin began, nodding to the scarred Omenus who tended the bar. "Owned by Brewmaster Ellenbachus. Not particularly bright for an Omenus, though. He makes up for it in cunning and connivery. Used to be the most notorious hellroot dealer in the Milky Way couple years back. Word is the Rindican started to hound him, so he started this place up as a...'legitimate business' ever since. Word is he still deals hellroot on the side to those who can pay well enough."
"As for why I'm here?" Brufflin began. "I told you. Ship was destroyed, and I made an emergency landing here," Brufflin shrugged, glancing towards the android again and sniffing in her direction. "Thought I'd stop for a drink or three."
"As for why I'm here?" Brufflin began. "I told you. Ship was destroyed, and I made an emergency landing here," Brufflin shrugged, glancing towards the android again and sniffing in her direction. "Thought I'd stop for a drink or three."
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"As for who frequents it," Rescha began in an irritated growl. "There's a disgusting Vleeboe by the name of Reatsomus Jekester. He's supposedly a good man for anything ya need when cash funds are... running low. Good with any kind of lock, authority, or rival supposedly but he sure ain't good for getting dates. With his reputation its a wonder the authorities have only busted him for small stuff every now and then. Then again, inferior races are known to spread stupid gossip and they can hardly be expected to tell the truth or even know what the word means."
She paused for a moment before contuing, "Offense completely meant. There's a few others but who the hell cares. As for why I'm here, well let's just say I get into a lot of trouble. Don't know why. Guess inferior aliens just don't understand and respect greatness. Their tiny brains can't handle it."
She paused for a moment before contuing, "Offense completely meant. There's a few others but who the hell cares. As for why I'm here, well let's just say I get into a lot of trouble. Don't know why. Guess inferior aliens just don't understand and respect greatness. Their tiny brains can't handle it."
OOC Notes
"Right," Yuwen muttered as he took the two drinks from the waiter and placed them onto the table. "Not quite the answers I wanted but answers none the less," He muttered as he took a sip of the large Berliner. "Truth be told I've gotten word that this tavern is home to more than the average criminal... I've gotten word that this tavern, and the docking bay at the end of the street, are often company to Captain's of deceit, illegal solar sailors as it were..."
Yuwen paused, glancing from Rescha to Brufflin. "Space pirates," He finished at last, taking another sip of his drink. From across the tavern, in the darkness of the bar, Captain Beth let the smoke of his pipe escape his lips. His eyes had in them a dark glint as he watched from afar. Yes, he decided as put his pipe in his pocket. He had indeed come to the right place for a crew.
Yuwen paused, glancing from Rescha to Brufflin. "Space pirates," He finished at last, taking another sip of his drink. From across the tavern, in the darkness of the bar, Captain Beth let the smoke of his pipe escape his lips. His eyes had in them a dark glint as he watched from afar. Yes, he decided as put his pipe in his pocket. He had indeed come to the right place for a crew.
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Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
This is interesting I'm actually writing a space pirate manga, may i join this rp
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
Will be posting by 2300PT on 02/16/2012. Feeling a bit under the weather today.
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
Sorry for the gap of inactivity guys. Was dealing with some computer issues.
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
Don't worry. I shot Nulix a pm earlier and he said he was just taking a short break to take care of some things. He should be back soon to get this thing going again.
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
Hey everyone, just a quick note for anyone wanting to join. You can join up at any point and we'll get you're character on the ship, so don't worry about where we are in the story because we'll get you in the action as soon as possible no matter when.
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
So we're probably going to start tonight. Don't worry everyone if you're not online or don't have a character ready, there'll be plenty of time to join!
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
Hey Bromander Shepherd. That sounds fine, seeing as we haven't yet. Just send me what you had in mind via pm. And KenXin, your character was sweet bro. It was great.
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
Let me know if you think my character is alright. I wasn't sure if I might be breaking any boundaries.
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
This looks sweet, love to join! Any chance you'd be down with someone joining as an alien race you haven't outlined?
Re: [OOC] Space•Pirates
No your character's awesome. There actually was supposed to be robot section in the species (And there now is) just at the time I kinda forgot to add it.
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Let me know if the character is cool. I know it is not one of the outlines races. If not I will delete.
[OOC] Space•Pirates
This is the OOC for my new thread, Space Pirates. "Space•Pirates"
We'll be starting as soon as we get a few characters!
We'll be starting as soon as we get a few characters!
