The link for the OCC:
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/till-the-day-doom-t37419.html I believe there are...three more spaces left. Put character sheets there, please.
Elizabeth stands before the two founding members of the Rebellious Forces, as one of the appointees to a party to...negotiate with the Creators. Their demand to choose ten thousand of their own to kill off before the Creators did the job themselves was unspeakable. They were nothing but leeches, and she was honored to be part of the crew to stop them.
She was a technician at heart, and knew everything about everything powered by steam on or in Earth...Stellar, she corrects her thoughts. Earth has not existed for a long time, though she knew of the lush paradise it was before the Creators came to damn them all. Her parents had her taught well, wealthy as they were from the steam production industry.
“Now, it is vital that you negotiate with them for as long as possible before attacking,” the Commander says, named Robert Collins. He was tall, thin, and wiry, gray hair framing his face, a brown silk top hat perched on his head. He had one hand loosely at his side, and the other in the pocket of his brown tweed suit jacket, surely holding a small weapon of some sort. By law-abiding day, he was the accountant for her family, as well as a family friend. That was where she first met him, where she had first heard of the Rebellious forces. He was not the Commander only because of his charm or wit, however. He was a brilliant tactician, and a veteran of the days when the Earth was still as it was, and still a spry fighter when the need arose.
“Of course,” the Second says, a woman named Marie Collins, the wife of the Commander, beautiful in her aging years as well as a deadly assassin, able to kill with such speed, silence, and grace as well as knit just about everything it made her a perfect spy. She wore a copper-colored blazer for the event that evening, as well as a brown dress and sensible black boots. They were both calm and regal in their command, such as a command might be. They were a ragtag team, Elizabeth supposed, with loose numbers in the low thousands all over the islands of Stellar. But there were only ten chosen for this assignment, and so they shall be. “If trouble arises with the Machines, or with the Creators, by all means, attack as you will.” She tucks a piece of graying hair behind her ear, her eyes glittering with mirth.
They were like a small, rising nation, she thinks, still standing in front of the Commander and the Second in the earthen room of the main headquarters. They are the Rulers, and we, their noble knights.
“As you can see, there are six of you,” the Commander says. “There are four more from other sectors shall be joining you as you journey to the Creator's lands.” He smiles at them. “But I shan't be wasting your time with boring speeches and the like. That will be saved for the celebration that will take place when you return!” He chuckles. “Now, go, my friends. Return with good news!” He claps, and the others do, too. Elizabeth smiles at him.
“Thank you, Commander,” Elizabeth says. “We will come back, stronger than ever.”
“That's the good news that I like to hear!” The Commander says with a smile. “I trust you, Elizabeth. Why, it was only yesterday that you were a little girl, taking apart my scooter!” His face turns troubled. “I am sorry for taking you from your parents. But we need you.”
“I'm honored to be in this position,” Elizabeth contradicts. She checks her watch. “We have to go, move by dark, even in the the Underpaths.” She kisses the Second's cheek and turns back to her new crew, smiling. “Hello,” she says, looking at the faces; four men and another woman. “Ready for adventure?”