Sauracian Survivors

Sauracian Survivors

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On a desolate planet rich with raw resources, the Justice Collective rules over the prisoner-citizens of the mining city of Dracnor with an iron fist.

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Introduction

Introduction
Sauracia. A desolate rock far too close to the gigantic class-O blue sun in the center of its small system. Long, deep fissures scar the surface all over the planet, caused by the blasting winds that scour the lands, allowing no life to flourish on the surface.
At first sight, in fact, life does not exist on this poor excuse for a rock. However, one small bastion of life remains on the surface, a true testament to human stubbornness. A city with only about 600,000 citizens, by the name of Dracnor, with dark, mundane buildings, gigantic, tall walls, and an eco shield to protect the inhabitants from the elements, if only to keep them alive to work.
Dracnor is ruled by The Justice Collective, a harsh, oppressive military government that rules with an iron fist. Punishment is swift and painful. People suffer and die every day, but there is no escape. Dracnor has no space technology of its own, and leaving the city or mines below the surface guarantees a slow and painful death. There are rumours of rebellion in the mines, and ravings of a secret city deep underground, but none of these rumours have come to fruition, and many are beginning to lose hope that they ever will. Many more don't even believe them.

The people of Dracnor are not here by choice. They were the scum of society, the people that the Collective felt needed 'corrective services'. They accomplished this by making the people build and operate huge, deep mines, for as long as they lived, which generally wasn't very long. These mines were thousands of miles deep, and covered the whole planet, despite the only entry and exit points being in Dracnor. The planet was rich with precious minerals, and the only life outside Dracnor existed below ground, in the form of bioluminescent fungus, small insects, and huge, dangerous, sightless cat-like animals called the Rhigdhol. The big cats sensed heat rather than visible light, and so naturally came out to hunt when the drills started, making them a rather pressing problem.
The Rhigdhol were first discovered when the large colony ships of the Collective landed, collapsing a weak section of tunnel. Thousands died as the beasts swarmed out of the tunnels in a frenzy, their large claws punching through the hull as if it were aluminum foil, opening the ship to the harsh atmosphere and the snapping jaws of perpetually hungry carnivores. There were no survivors. The Collective learned from their mistakes, and made an even bigger, stronger version of the colony ship, for the sole purpose of colonizing Sauracia.

The new colony ship was a marvel of technology, with its own ecosystem, renewable air supply, cryogenic chambers for long journeys, state of the art navigation systems, and a hull thicker than the Collective's best battleship. The ship was basically a fully functional city on its own, every one of the 700,000 individuals on the ship having their own roles in society. It was, in fact, made to be converted into a city upon landing. The Collective believed this would prepare the prisoners for living on the planet. Nothing could prepare them for the harshness of Sauracia, however.

As soon as the ship landed, the crew began to work at the systems, the ship slowly being deconstructed and reconstructed into the city that would come to be known as Dracnor. Many died in the process of building the city, most succumbing to the elements or their own exhaustion. By the time the crew had gotten the city constructed and the eco shield deployed, about 10,000 people had lost their lives, their bodies strewn all over the ground right outside the eco shield, and some even on the new city's streets, all left to rot. What the men were seeing was only a preview of the grim existence that was to come.


Races
There are seven different races you can play as in Sauracian Survivors

Terran: The creators of the Justice Collective, the Terrans are genetically diverse creatures able to adapt to many different situations. They are bipedal and come in many different colours. They prefer to be referenced to as "human", and they occupy a variety of roles within the mines.

Solarii: The Solarii are large, hearty, crystalline creatures averaging eight feet in height. They are made of a sort of silicate crystal structure, which ranges in colour from Citrine to Sapphire, though the most common colour is a dark and cloudy quartz. They are generally quite strong and more immune to the sun's rays, but they also tend to be less scientifically apt. They tend to be used mostly as the heavy lifters and are often seen forging ahead in mines as the first to breach new tunnels. They live extremely long lives, the longest lived Solarii having been two-thousand at his time of death. Solarii come of age when they are one hundred years of age, making them somewhat slow learners.

Rathkan: The Rathkan are short, bird-like creatures with a sharp eye, sharp mind, and an odd ability to find valuable objects in places where one would never think to look. They average four feet in height, though they are more diverse in that area than most, the tallest recorded Rathkan being six and a half feet tall. They have only a limited ability for flight, generally using it only to glide from higher planes to lower ones. They are often used as appraisers and ore collectors by the Collective's mining branch, but they're also sometimes designated to tasks like Collective merchants or personal secretaries. They live long lives, averaging two hundred.

Delarans: These are an oddity among sentient beings, being made entirely of a malleable jelly-like substance, though most tend to keep humanoid forms when around humanoids. They are often referred to as "shapeshifters" or "changelings", though both are considered racist terms among the species. They come in a variety of colours, and are almost all clear in their original state, though sometimes there will be onyx or white-hued Delarans. These are considered an extremely rare oddity, however. The Delarans see in the electromagnetic spectrum, and so are used to find ore deposits or to get into tight spaces where others cannot. They tend to be quite intelligent, and can share information with each other using a sort of hivemind-like link. It is unknown how they reproduce, but it is theorised to be asexual. Their lifespans vary wildly, from thirty to two hundred, and no one quite knows when they reach adulthood, perhaps being born as such. They do not have any known sexuality, though most identify as either male or female.

Kanar: The Kanar are very small, very clever (though not necessarily intelligent), very sneaky humanoids that resemble goblins. They have skin that varies between shades of grey and black, and not very many have hair. Those that do have sparse hair, and it tends to be black, grey, or white. They're very good at keeping below notice and most would sell their brother for a credit, making them excellent spies for the Collective. If you see a Kanar, they most likely want you to, though occasionally their glowing orange eyes will give them away. They can see in the dark better than any of the other species. They tend to live relatively short lives, and it is not unheard of for a Kanar to die of natural causes at the age of forty. They grow quickly to compensate, most Kanar females bearing at least ten children in their lifetimes. They are considered adult at the age of ten.

Oniri: The Oniri are a quadrupedal, insectoid race with various telepathic abilities. Their chitin tends to be white in colour, though it is not unheard of for them to be red or brown as well. They often engrave their exoskeletons with intricate designs designating which hive they hail from. They are sexually malleable, able to change between male and female depending on their hive's needs, and tend to be most comfortable underground. They are extremely good workers, and as long as they have a Matriarch or Patriarch they tend to stay happy, making them excellent rank-and-file workers of the mines. They don't tend to be individually smart, but they do have a collective intelligence, given by the telepathic link that every one of a hive shares. Thus, numbers are everything when it comes to Oniri. There is only one hive on Sauracia as yet, lead by the Matriarch Kraatirn who lives in her own personalised cavern built by the collective, though any Oniri can technically turn into a Matriarch or Patriarch when they reach a certain age and if there are no others within a certain radius. They tend to live for about sixty years, and they molt into their adult stages at the age of seven.

Glitch: This is the name given to a specific line of AI that has reached self-awareness and become sentient. They all have designations rather than names, and they tend to fill very high positions within the Collective. It is said that the Collective's Grand Minister is simply a puppet of the original Glitch, designated Alpha-01. They have no specific physical form, their consciousness being based in a single computer (usually well hidden) and transported through large, white, glowing cyan-veined balls called "holoballs" by less formal types and "Holographic Imaging Light Emitters" by those who prefer to be more technical that are able to store the terrabytes of data required for each Glitch's massive database. They usually identify as male or female, and generally keep to their own personalised hologram, though some others like to change their physical appearance regularly. They can share information with each other digitally and wirelessly through holoballs or their central processing unit, though for most without modifications it has a somewhat limited range. They are sometimes used for ship AI, and sometimes they are even given their own ship to command with or without a crew if they so please. They live as long as they are able to maintain themselves, though it's theorised that their database may begin to irreversibly degrade after tens of thousands of years, though they haven't been around long enough for that to be tested. The Glitch that rules over Dracnor is designated Obsidian-4 and tends to be somewhat more harsh and unpredictable than other Glitches. His CPU is rumoured to rest far beneath the great Collective tower that stands in the center of Dracnor, and this theory is reinforced by the fact that the area is off limits for mining.

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"Skaata.." mutters Tarkana angrily as she looks over the ore quotas for this semester. Productivity had dropped twenty percent in the past month due to the collapsing of one of the largest shafts in the Northern Mines, but quotas kept rising despite the difficulty, and they were way behind schedule. Obsidian would have her defeathered for this for sure. She stands up from her iron desk within her dimly lit Foreman's office, which has been built into the wall of the main cavern of the Central Chamber, and walks to the window, looking out over the mining chamber. The mine is bustling and busy as usual, the lights of the city of barracks and workshops twinkling in the otherwise dark cavern. Though it is lively, many of the workers' faces are dead and worn. She sighs at the sight of this beaten kingdom she's been forced to rule over and steels herself for the discipline she must soon deal out. She hated this part of her job more than any other.

She moves over to the door of her office and opens it, spreading her arm-wings out and gliding softly down to the ground, talons clicking on the stone floor as she lands.
"Listen up!" her authoritative voice rings out in the common tongue over the intercom. All of the miners and lifters and appraisers that had been working stop and look up, waiting for what is to come.
"This mining division has fallen far behind schedule. This is not acceptable. As a result, work-for-ration ratios will rise by half, and all miners are to double their output. We need to catch up, people. You remember what happened last time."

She turns her commbadge off and sighs to herself. Last time they fell this far behind, food and equipment rations were cut to the Northern Mines for a week, and Tarkana was given a secret punishment of her own; she received fifty lashes to her bare back, just in case she had been slacking off. She could still feel it sting sometimes. She shudders at the memory. Definitely not something she wanted to reproduce. So she had to do something about it, even if it made her even less popular. She's about to turn to the levimodule and go back to her office when an all-too-familiar voice rings out over the noise of drills, macro-forges, and other various mining equipment.

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Frank had been in the midst of an argument when Tarkana had flown down to a dress the miners he so vigilantly watched over day in and day out. It was easy to tell by his solid build and dark green body armor that he was a part of the underground security detail thats main job was to watch over and 'protect' the miners, what that actually meant though was mostly making sure production continued and breaking up the occasional fight along with, god forbid, fending off the rare Rhigdol attack.

Before Tarkana had flown down to grace them with her presence Frank had been in the middle of kicking a rather uppity Kanar in the backside, the damned orange eyed bastard insisting that “He was on break.”, which in all honesty simply made Frank kick him harder. The years of working under one of the most stubborn Solarii in the force had turned him into a rather harsh and cold hearted security member. Taking a long drag from the cigarette that hung loosely in his lips illuminated his dark colored skin and sharp, almost handsome, features among the meager cave light. He had just been getting ready to 'aggresivley' negotiate with the Kanar when Tarkana spoke up

As Tarkana spoke to the almost army sized group of miners Frank had instinctively turned and snapped at attention. Cursing himself for turning his back on the small Kanar he quickly turned back around, only to see that the damned thing had disappeared into the sea of faces. Frank had to admit the damned things sure were sneaky.

He tightened his strong grip around the large menacing looking black gauss rifle he held in both hands, deciding that after Tarkana finished speaking and he got a moment free he would indeed track down the Kanar foolish enough to hide from him. Nonetheless he listened closely to Tarkana's words, memories of just how bad the last time they had been cut off from supplies flashed through his mind-back then had been a tough time for him and his fellow security officers, fights becoming commonplace from the reasonably stressed out workers. Frank decided he'd have to do his best to make sure everyone was working in the coming week.

But all those thoughts and worries didn’t distract Frank from the fact that Tarkana was within ear shot of where he stood, and not being able to resist himself he shouted out to her. He had of course waited for her to finish speaking and for the tired looking miners to return to their jobs but his voice sounded deep and cheerful as he spoke despite the bad news. “Tark!” He boomed. “When are you finally going to let me take you out for that drink?!” He shouted over the noise of the busy miners expecting yet another daily rejection. Over the past year or so it had become a joke among Frank and his superiors that Frank constantly asked Tarkana out, originally Frank had simply wanted to see just how a 'bird person' as the Terans offensively called them, would take a shot of whiskey, but over the years had evolved into an almost betting game among the Security Force, and one of these days Frank was determined to win the the daily pot of credits by getting Tarkana to agree to a drink with him.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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As Tarkana hears the voice, she groans agitatedly and turns on her left talon, giving Frank her signature glare. She was born a predator, and her eyes showed it. When she speaks, it's with her familiar harsh tones.
"Bleeding hells, Frank, when are you going to learn that I can't drink on the job, and I wouldn't go with you to do so even if I could." She's about to turn back around when she has an idea. She definitely needed someone to talk to, and maybe it would get him off her back for awhile. "How about instead we take a walk. I have things I need to talk with you about anyway, including orders from Obsidian that might not have reached everyone just yet. Orders that I'd rather keep from prying ears. You get me?"

She runs a hand over her bright orange mane of feathers, looking about at all the "progress" at work. Damn, this place was dismal. Even if Frank wasn't the best conversational partner, anything was better than looking at this for another minute. She'd much prefer the dim light of the crystal caves. So she gives a half-smile to Frank (as much as she can with a beak) and beckons for him to follow as she walks off in that direction, aiming for a side-passage to the caves.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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Getting the 'im a predator and could hunt you down with my bare hands and kill you' look yet again Frank decided it was probably a safe bet Tarkana meant business, so for that reason Frank immediately dropped his constant attempt at taking her out for a drink. Besides the mere words 'Obsidian' had made Frank raise an eyebrow as he jogged up alongside Tarkana and began to walk next to her. Frank wouldn't admit it but he honestly had never trusted that whole pile of scrap the was The Glitch, despite what history showed. To Frank any piece of machinery should have a clearly labeled 'on' and 'off' button, which these days The Glitch had no such thing, at least to his knowledge anyways. Nonetheless he put aside his idea of finding the Kanar he had been previously arguing with and listened attentively as he walked beside Tarkana. As he walked with her he wondered if the face she'd given him when she waived him over was that of a friendly smile or a 'im going to tear your head off with my beak', it was honestly hard to tell with the bird faces.

"I get you, mam." Franks voice spoke as quietly as it could as he finally fell in line next to Tarkana, following her as she lead the way. "Just how serious is this information?" He asked professionally with a clear hint of curiosity. As they walked along Franks eyes darted two and fro, keeping an eye out for all types of 'prying ears' Tarkana had mentioned and Frank himself knew all to well. He especially had his eyes peeled for any innocent looking Kanar, having over the years decided the more 'inocent' a Kanar tried to look the more 'guilty' he probably was.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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As they enter the tunnel, a creeping darkness begins to fold around them. The deeper they go, the worse it gets, and Tarkana is forced to turn on the electric lantern on her side, the light casting strange shadows around them. She takes a long, thick black stick made of some sort of mild hallucinogen native to Rathka Prime from one of her pockets, places the closed end in her beak, and lights the other end, the tip glowing an odd blue colour as smoke rises from the tip.
"Bleeding hells, this place is a mess." she mutters, half to herself.

After about five minutes, they breach the end of the tunnels, and end up on a small man-made platform overlooking the crystal caves. The view is beautiful. The caves are massive, and seem to stretch for miles, glowing crystals protruding from the ground and the walls and even some in the ceiling all around. They're complimented by bioluminescent fungi and ferns which rest about the area, and a few skittering salamander-like creatures with bioluminescent neon blue stripes down their backs and tails. Tarkana places the lantern behind them to illuminate the entrance to the tunnels, moves to the edge of the platform and sits, taking in the view as she takes puffs from her Rathkan Spiderweed cigar.

"Sit, would you? We have a bit to discuss. And I'd rather we not be away too long, just so your blockheaded Sec buddies don't start any rumours." Her voice is still rough, but it's softer than when she was yelling.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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"Rumors?" Frank asked jokingly as he took a seat next to Tarkana, the strange things that filled the caverns and their seemingly endless beauty of lights were not lost on him. From the random lizards to the fungi that sprouted about and the very crystalline rocks that poked out here and there almost made the site Frank and Tarkana stared at worthy of a painting in his opinion, or at the very least a cheap Polaroid.

These thoughts and Tarkanas words bounced around through Franks head as he reached into one of the few pockets that adorned his combat armor, pulling out a small rectangular shaped red and white pack of cigarettes simply referred to as 'reds' among his people. Popping one of the short white sticks into his mouth as he made himself comfortable on the man made platform Frank began speaking again as he pulled the unlit cigarette from his lips, now knowing that they were now well out of ear shot of any miners he had no qualms about making jokes. "Don't want your uppity Director thinking your down here doing lord knows what with the most handsome and good looking security officer in all the northern mines, eh?" Frank asked, a toothy white grin spreading across his dark face as he spoke, his voice dripping with obvious sarcasm. Quickly popping the cigarette back in his mouth he spoke up again not waiting for a reply to his obvious sarcastic comment. "You gotta light?" He asked, the cigarette clutched in his lips slightly making all the words run together into 'yewgotalight?' He leaned slightly towards Tarkana as he asked the question, expecting her to light his cigarette.

Despite his obvious jesting it was clear by his body language that Frank was listening intently to whatever Tarkana had indeed brought him down here to talk about, having draped his Gauss Rifle across his lap (the barrel purposefully pointed away from Tarkana) he was still ready to spring to action at a moments noticed. If years working in the mine had taught him anything it was that you never should truly feel 'safe'.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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Tarkana rolls her eyes at all the jokes and gives Frank a withering look. "I couldn't give less of a damn about the Director. These orders come straight from the top. Obsidian has heard about talk of a revolution in the mines. Now he wants all security personnel to be extra vigilant."

She pulls out a butane lighter and lights the cigarette with a jet of blue flame before continuing, stuffing the lighter back within one of the many packs on her belt. She looks out over the brilliant natural display before her and, for once, feels somewhat at peace. "You know, being down here can almost make you forget about all the shit you have to deal with every day. I try to help the miners, but they just resist more and more. It's hard, man. Why'd I get this job, anyway?"

She sighs and takes another drag off her cigar, holding the bluish smoke in a bit before shooting it from the nostrils atop her beak. The caves really are beautiful, and it really did help somewhat, but she still felt dismal, and it shows in her almost scowling face. The Northern Mines, she heard, were the most productive in the whole city. Why, then, did Obsidian continue to raise the quotas? Damned fools, she thought, if they want to stop talk of revolution, this certainly isn't the way. She seems to be rather lost in thought now, staring at an orange crystal directly below them as she pulls her knees up to her chest.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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"Yeah, almost make you forget." He said in response to Tarkana, making sure to rather exaggerate 'almost'. As she spoke he caught himself staring at her strange looking cigar having honestly always wanted to try one but never having the courage to do so. He also thought it was rather funny for some reason whenever a Rathkan would blow smoke from their upper nostrils, he didn't know why but the site normally made him laugh inwardly so he was hoping if Tarkana did it he wouldn't miss it.

As they sat there Frank inhaled deeply on the cigarette he clutched in his right fingers as he listened to Kartana vent, or that's what he assumed she was doing anyways. "Cant say why you got the job but they probably keep you in the position cause you get quotas met for the most part?" He asked her, quickly taking another drag of his smoke before speaking up again. "And believe it or not the miners have some kinda respect for you. Think that's just cause your not a total slave driver? I honestly don't know." He let his words hang there for a moment as he simply soaked in the scenery. Finishing his cigarette he tossed the dying ember off of the platform, the faint glow disappearing quickly among the many other far brighter glowing objects.

"And if they're so worried about this so called 'revolution'" Frank slurred the word revolution, obvious disdain in his voice. "You'd think they would lay off on these ever growing quotas?" He asked Tarkana, even though it was more of a rhetorical question. It was almost like Frank had read her mind on the subject, but the truth was he had honestly been thinking the same thing. With a final heavy sigh Frank quickly added "But what do I know? I'm just paid to shoot things. You want me to quietly spread the word around Sec to be extra careful?"

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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As Tarkana finishes her own cigar, all the glows seem to get brighter, and she relaxes somewhat. The Spiderweed doesn't effect you as much until the very end, and that's when it really hits you. Not so much a "high", perse, as an intense relaxation...and an amplification of colours. Very fun times. She flicks the nub of her own smoke off the side of the platform and sits back on her clawed hands, watching the two glowing nubs disappear into the light.

"They should've picked a slave driver," she mutters, "at least they wouldn't feel bad for what they were doing. And I don't know if I can make this quota, man. It's too much. Five hundred tons of unprocessed silver, nine-hundred bars of forged iron, and forty tons of gold ore? Especially with our biggest vein collapsing, I'm not sure how we're gonna get through this. You could give me all the Solarii on Sauracia and I'd still be unsure." Her voice raises the more that she speaks, turning into an angry trill near the end.

"And yes, if they're trying to stop revolution, they're doing a mighty crappy job. But orders are orders. Spread the word, and make sure this talk doesn't turn to action. The last thing we need is more deaths." she speaks a bit quieter now, sighing heavily. At least she felt a little more relaxed than when they started, though that could just be the Spiderweed. She looks out over the now vivid crystal caves, gaining a new appreciation as the bloom effect given by her smoke intensifies. "I bleeding love this place." she mutters, "So peaceful...and to think that Obsidian restricted mining here. Maybe he does have some sort of appreciation for beauty. A little bit."

She falls silent then, simply looking out over the caves. It really was beautiful. You didn't even need a lantern down here to see. It was truly...alien. Especially compared to Rathka Prime, where the only bioluminescence found on the planet was at the poles, in massive colonies of bacteria. Then, she has a thought. "Did Terra have anything like this?" she asks, turning her head to Frank. "It's so different to me. The Tropics of Rathka Prime never were great for spelunking...or at least from what I know of the holodeck simulations of them. And that's where I come from, sort of. So I guess this sort of thing isn't in my blood. Another reason I don't understand why I was picked for the job."

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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Frank let a long sharp whistle escape his lips after listening to the amount of various ores they were expected to obtain for the upcoming quota. "That is quite the fuckin quota to meet, especially that gold." Frank said in response, he could tell she was rather stressed over the situation so he tried to lighten the conversation "Maybe one of those crazy prospector adventuring types will find a new vein sometime soon? I mean, they’re always runnin around up top and underground looking for the next score, right?” He tried his best to cheer her up a bit but it was clear he wasn’t the best at playing the optimist.

Quickly Frank made a mental note to alert as many of his fellow Security guards as he could to be extra vigilant without alerting the miners. He then continued to silently listen to Tarkana, who seemed rather lost in thought staring at the surrounding scenery. Years of working security had made Frank rather adept at reading body language, and he could tell here now sitting next to Tarkana that when she stared around the Crystal Caves she was visibly more relaxed. Or was it the drug she had just inhaled? He wasn’t sure but he decided it was probably a mixture of both.

After a moment of silence Tarkana had chirped back up, asking if there was anything like the caves on earth. “Caves in general or the glowing?” He asked her back, not that he himself had ever seen earth, or Terra as most called it. Although he'd never seen his home planet he read books on the subject almost obsessively when he got the chance, and although he didn’t particularly like holo decks on occasion he would enter them to 'visit' a specific location he'd read about from time to time. “Well, we've got plenty of caves back home. Hell, I've even read about some caves that are large enough to fit a city into. As for the bio illumination there’s not really anything like that I can think of...” He trailed off for a moment before almost shouting “Oh!” moments later, clearly excited about whatever he was about to say “Oh! That's not true! Aurora Borealis!”

He seemed to realize just how excited he sounded so he let out a nervous cough, before speaking again much more calmly this time. “Yeah, uh, Aurora Borealis. Something that naturally occurs in the Northern parts of our world, its kinda like a multi colored light show in the sky that’s all.” He waved his arms around in a weird extremely comical looking gesture, it was a safe bet the thing he tried to describe looked nothing like the strange waving arm gestures he was making but it was a rather hilarious sight nonetheless.

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Tarkana nods in affirmation. "Quite a quota indeed." She snorts a bit at his attempts to cheer her up, though. Prospectors would try and keep the veins to themselves until they were forced to reveal them. She knew that type. They cared not at all about the common miners, just for their own profit. Useless. She sighs and shakes her head.

She does look at him a little curiously, though, when he mentions Aurora Borealis, and lets out a small, trilling giggle at his attempt to illustrate it with his arms. "Is that so?" she asks, humming for a moment. "Auroras are pretty, yeah...back home we had big, super bright blue ones in the north. Couldn't even sleep when they were acting up, or so I've heard. Later I learned that it was because our planet had an especially strong magnetic field or something, or maybe it was because our sun had really big solar emissions? I never was the sciency type, ya know. And in the arctics, there was a bunch of bioluminescent ancient bacteria. Made the whole ice caps glow at night. It looked damn pretty from space, and even cooler on the ground. Sometimes I wish I was born there instead of on that godforsaken ship. Actually, not sometimes. I usually wish that. I mean, damn, I've not even got any damn friends on this damned rock. Half the people I know are people I've had to discipline, and the other half are the ones who tell me who to discipline. It's bleeding maddening." At first she sounds placid, but then it sounds like she's working herself up again. She falls silent once again, and tries to enjoy the caves. Tries to, but fails. There's just too much on her mind.

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Character Portrait: Tarkana Kitan Character Portrait: Frank Delano

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At this point Frank was honestly running out of things to say having this been the most he'd ever literally talked to Tarkana. That's not to say he didn't like her, quite the contrary in fact. But he had quickly decided it would be better to leave this conversation before he said something dumb, he also decided he needed to look up a holo program of Northern Rathkan, Tarkana had really made the place sound like it was worth seeing.

"Welp boss, we should probably be getting back now don't you think?" Frank asked with a grunt as he awkwardly pushed his heavily armored body upright, he had to use he Gauss rifle as a semi walking stick to completely pull himself up. Sure, battle armor would save your ass a good part of the time but sit down in the blasted things and you'd sometimes have a hell of a fight getting back up. Finally standing upright Frank let his gauss rifle rest against his leg for a moment, his now free hand immediately fishing around in a pocket. In mere moments Frank had a cigarette lit and dangling from his mouth, lighting the thing with a cheap disposable lighter he'd apparently had the whole time. "Oh and Tark, no joke here man, you ever need to vent feel free to take me up on that offer to take you out for a drink." He grinned and let out a slight chuckle. "Hell I wont even tell anybody."

Taking a quick drag from his cigarette, the red amber glow slightly brightening the features of his dark face, Frank didn't hesitate to quit speaking again. "Now if you'll excuse me boss, I've got a date with a particularly uppity Kanar." He did a mock bow to Tarkana, yet another sarcastic gesture. before quickly turning on his feet and heading back the way they had come. The main reason he had decided to not wait for Tarkana was because to him, she really seemed as if she needed a minute alone.

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Tarkana sits alone now, the only indication that she had even heard Frank a small nod of her head. She sighs softly and looks off into the distance, getting lost in the blooming glow of the crystal formations. What a day, she thinks to herself. Things would certainly get worse before they got better, if they got better at all. She sighs and pushes herself up, lifting her glowing lantern as she walks into the darkness of the tunnel, moving slowly as her mind fills with deep thoughts, enjoying the moment to herself before she must get back to being a tool of injustice.

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The most dangerous inhabited planet in known space, this rock is home to some of the rarest and most valuable raw materials in the galaxy.

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Sauracia, Orion Arm, Milky Way galaxy by TheRose202

The most dangerous inhabited planet in known space, this rock is home to some of the rarest and most valuable raw materials in the galaxy.

Northern Mines

Northern Mines by TheRose202

The Northern section of the expansive mines of Sauracia, this complex is both more productive and larger than any other.

Northern Crystal Caves

Northern Crystal Caves by TheRose202

A massive cavern full of beautiful crystal formations of all different shapes and colours, this is a popular place for miners and guards alike to visit when they're off-duty, though with hours increasing, it's rarely inhabited anymore.

Sauracia, Orion Arm, Milky Way galaxy

The most dangerous inhabited planet in known space, this rock is home to some of the rarest and most valuable raw materials in the galaxy.

Northern Crystal Caves

A massive cavern full of beautiful crystal formations of all different shapes and colours, this is a popular place for miners and guards alike to visit when they're off-duty, though with hours increasing, it's rarely inhabited anymore.

Northern Mines

The Northern section of the expansive mines of Sauracia, this complex is both more productive and larger than any other.

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Re: Sauracian Survivors

th3graved1gger wrote:partner is what i had meant i couldn't think of the word, that is my bad

Go ahead :P But keep in mind, I'm being picky with Glitches. They're supposed to be rare.

Re: Sauracian Survivors

partner is what i had meant i couldn't think of the word, that is my bad

Re: Sauracian Survivors

Glitches aren't slaves, pets, or tools. They can be friends or partners or whatever, but no, he can't have his own personal glitch.

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would it be alright if i used two characters a rebellious Terran and his own personal Glitch

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