Description
Captain Michael Anderson stands a good 6'1 inches tall, with a firm and fit build, though by no means is he the strongest guy around. He has a clean-shaven face and dark brown eyes, with black hair which is usually hidden under a captains hat. His skin is of a slightly tanned color, and of a smooth complexion. His clothes consist of a fancy uniform, like what an Admiral might wear, but for a captain.
Personality
Captain Anderson is a very generous person, offering to his crew what he takes for himself. He respects only those who respect him, though, and has a pretty overwhelming personality, the kind that makes you want to follow him to hell and back. Of course, that is a must-have for any trustworthy captain.
Equipment
He carries nothing but his trusty service revolver and his wits.
History
Born in 2168, Captain Michael Anderson grew up with both parents aboard a military frigate that regularly patrolled the area around Earth. He joined the Navy as soon as possible, which by the year 2090 the Navy was removed from the water and replaced with Starships. He quickly rose through the ranks up until Captain, where he was given his own battleship to help supress the threat of rouge ships attacking supply routes. Eventually, he was offered to captain a large, two kilometer long vessel, VCS classed. He accepted, and now he's here stuck aboard a MIA starship that could be on the other side of the universe. Pretty typical military life, eh?
So begins...
Officers and engineers scrambled around frantically in the helm of the VCS DarkSpace. The dim emergency lights casted a red hue everywhere in the massive spaceship, and it was dead silent, with the exception of the engineers and such scrambling around. Tables and chairs not bolted down were floating around in the air, and the ones that were bolted down had their posessions floating around. The people could stand, for magnets under the floor and in their shoes ensured they would stay down; but not for items.
The ventilation had shut off. All life support systems. Gravity. Air. Running water. Heat monitoring systems. All were off, but only momentarily. It wouldn't take the skilled engineers aboard long to fix it, it was just a matter of time.
"I want those backup power cells online ASAFP!" Captain Michael Anderson shouted to the others on the helm, who were also shouting to engineers and other crew members they ruled over. "And can somebody PLEASE explain why they shut off in the first place? Does anybody know what happened-?" He shouted over the ruckus, to no definite response. After about two minutes of drifting dark(no power or any systems online minus those red emergency lights) a faint hum echoed throughout the ship, coming from the engine room. The lights flickered and turned on, and stuff immediately fell straight to the ground resulting in quite a few loud bangs.
"Sir, gravity's on at 1.061 Earth G's, and ventilation is back online. Power and engines online at half capacity, one of the power cells isn't responding." One of the officers shouted over the ruckus to Captain Anderson.
"Get an engineer team down there as soon as you can, we need that engine at full capacity. Get the crew under control and bring up the galaxy map. I want to know where we are NOW." He replied, the part about the galaxy map being directed towards the Chief Navigator.
"Galaxy map is offline. It must've suffered a power surge."
"Are the AI's online?"
"Just the main one in this room."
"Check it for any bugs(viruses) and activate it." the Captain said. Slowly the atmosphere of the ship went from chaotic and dark to a more moderate ambiance, almost as if nothing happened.
[Jesus, the chatbox turned my OOC chat into IC posts again Ignore the two blank posts below.]