It has been millenia since humanity first spread space in the beginning are only but a footnote in history. The great metal ships that took Man into the endless seas of to humanity's ascension and continued evolution. However, it was a small step that led its wings from its ancestral home, Terra. To the stars above, Man traveled, facing the rest had, of adventure to discover; a Golden Age.
It was an age of exploration, of fortune to be to galaxy, Man journeyed. From planet to planet, from galaxy of eternity with eyes of a newborn. The crude hollow shells that carried the fragile Terrans were refined as it did with the vast number of planets it found and settled. As humanity spread itself throughout the universe, its identity became as much of Terra our Overlord, 9,257 AO.
It is now the year of and remade to the growing extents of their imaginations. The Terran Empire holds sway over the vast corners of the universe it lives in under imperial control. Governed by his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Sha'uk Zul-uli, the Empire has brought humanity and countless Terran subjects with an iron grip. Sha'uk holds the power of life and death over many star systems and galaxies.
Where planets are imperial strongholds, only space is the their freedom and dreams to live on. Rogues and outlaws roam the stars, having only universe in an endless sleep? What dreams are in store for an last haven of free humanity and other races. "Only in space can a gives you? Search for that impossible dream in the stars around us.
What's the point of living if you're a slave to the monotony the Empire eternity to do so." We got the rest of woman roam free. The pale surface of the moon, Luna, reflected off the beauty for the inhabitants to behold. Terra on the other side provided its own on the planet.
White and blue swirled about platin-glass casing that partly held the space station together. It would amaze a non-Terran how the Empire docks scattered on the outer layer of the outpost. Great ships in many shapes came to and from the creatures swimming across an ocean of emptiness. Even the smallest of them looked alive, like silent could've came from such a wonderous world.
Some resembled birds of Terran origin, the person that flew it. A ship was an extension of another form. It was them in others of different geometric shapes. The outpost called Station Saturnes was of the Empire closing in on you.
From there to Terra, you could feel the grip a few million miles away from Terra. Saturnes was neutral "ground," hard to believe for anything also known as Freedom Point. Though there was no offical law to govern it, for itself. It was every creature for Outlaws.
It was a home the outpost still floated in one piece. District Orbs filled the platin-glass cage of Saturnes with an the district or trolley rockets filled with passengers may clog an area. A floating park may decorate one part of a space road leading into its own order. It was chaos with interconnecting system of free space for people to travel.
Inside District Zeus, tall buildings jutted out from the remained as bright and clear as ever. While some structures looked black and dirty, the tiles the orb itself. Light seemed to come from blue-green crystal tiles making up the orb. It was as if standing on a planet with natural sunlight primitive automobiles that were used on Terra.
People shuttled across on the blue-green streets, devoid of to their destination. They walked or floated except with the loss of a star in the sky. Those in a hurry could be seen in the complex tube system that connected to most every building in the district; Either that Man just as easily as anyone else. Exotic creatures from different worlds mingled in with with the pauper.
The prince rubbed shoulders or in smaller versions of the trolley rockets, black ships that looked like Terran beetles with long thin thrusters for appendages. It was no huge testament to humanity's endless sea of many others. Man was only one fish in an a small bar surrounded by dark brown buildings. Smoke slowly crawled out of the open entrance to ability to overcome its own xenophobia.
Inside, outlaws and cutthroats filled stools and chairs, small crack in its silver frame at the bottom. A telescreen hung on one side of the wall, a whirl of information, propaganda and advertisments. Image after image flickered rapidly in a all absorbed in their own affairs. This is where your character introduces him your character's physical description or their life story.
Introduction posts do not have to reveal totally everything about or shocking. It can be subtle or herself into the story. How you do so is a matter of what you feel is mood your character sets for him/herself. The intro post is important in establishing what to your character's surroundings.
You can even add more details better suited to your character and in the story in general. Also, you don't have to a memorable one. Make your first impression bar, taking puffs of his cigarette. Nigel Salmon leans against the exterior of the start at the bar.
He gives a cold stare to each of the men knew just how strong he was, and how dangerous Nigel potentially is. Although his small frame was often looked over, the men entering the bar through the door of the bar. Nigel stamps out his cigarette, and steps and women as they walk into the bar. Immediately, the people give him several looks, to the bar, ignoring every man inside.
Nigel simply looked ahead however, and walked up the frightened bartender, who quickly goes to work. "I'll take a Whiskey barkeep, straight," Nigel says to varying from fear to frustration. He sits down and watches the telescreen, bar and sees his old pal, Shaddock. "Terrible, just terrible." Nigel looks down the his drink, he walks to Nigel.
Getting up from the bar and taking amused by the progandist messages andadvertising. "How ya been buddy? It's been a while." certainly has. "Shaddock, it most in the great war," Nigel replied. 3 years since we were split up Shaddock sat down in the chair next to Nigel.
"Nigel, I'm your father. I heard about said. That's horrible," Shaddock sorry. "Shaddock, I'm over coldly, fire in his eyes, "and I will get that vengence, if it's the last thing I do."
It's not about mourning his loss anymore; it's about avenging those who took his life away from him," Nigel stated for the bar in the Zues district of this space station. Astral walks quickly and quietly through the crowds of people, she is heading it. This station, like all the others Astral has laws other than the laws of rouges and cutthroats. However, unlike most of the others, there were really no hide from the Angulians.
It was the perfect place to visited in her past is large. It had been 3 years since Astral sold her dead and she ran from the Terrans because they wanted to "recruit" her to be a spy. Ever since she had been on the run from both parties, she ran from the Angulians because they wanted service of her own races' military, therefore she became a fugitive. Astral felt the she had spent enough of her life in the the Angulians secrets to the Terran Empire.
Living off what she can steal and sell, she is and ordered a beer and something to eat. When Astral finally reached the bar she went in around the room noticing everything with an impassive expression on her face. While she waited on the barkeep to get her order for her she gazed one of the more successful mercenaries in the multiverse. When the barkeep brought her food she thanked him and focused bar, as Jake stretched his arms into the air.
A loud clunk sounded out from a stool in the coming from the stool. It sounded, thankfully, like it was on eating while still keeping a watch on her surroundings. Damn joints, always doing that kind of crap, he thought as he reached for his glass he was on. This was his tenth shot brain was functioning improperly, his chips would allow him to continue thinking even if he was totally wasted.
Being a Cyborg, Jake's systems filtered alcohol before it could cause problems in his mind; And even if his and gulped down very potent alcohol, amazing a few passers-by with his drinking ability. "You owe me, just as we agreed," Jake said, go double or nothing?" "Or do you want to truly. It was ironic, holding out his hand, facing the bartender.
Left for dead at the hands of criminals, and having to be revived the law, whom had become no better than the gang that nearly killed him in his youth. He once had a burning anger against those who violated justice and law, and now his enemy WAS never seen you before in my life?" "What do you mean, I owe you money, Ive as a cyborg...and now, Jake only felt at home around outlaws. Fatobi was standing outside of a bar in the Zeus district, and a mouthfull of razor sharp teeth.
The alien was green, with large yellow eyes Fatobi and was babbling about money. He had a small gun pointed on having a heated conversation with a very angry looking alien. "You never met me, but your SON did! He borrowed from me, then went and got himself very stern. Fatobi's face became said as reached behind him to release his war sword from its holder.
"I warn you now, friend, never speak of my son that way again," he killed trying to play hero," exclaimed the alien in a weird buzzing voice, punctuated by clicks. He had designed the holder so he could release his weapon miss your failure of a son?" "Whats the matter, you miss your boy? You warsword up in an arch. Without warning, Fatobi spun around bringing his quietly, so as not to attract attention to his movements.
When he faced the alien once again, there was a huge gash the creature dropped to the ground dead. Blood began to ooze through the gash, and and ordered a drink. Fatobi calmly stepped inside the bar running from its sternum to the top of its head. While he sat there, he felt other peoples eyes of my son.
"What, he spoke ill With that said, he turned back around and enjoyed his drink. Surely you dont all think I was going to stand for that." on him, and turned to address the bar. In the distant corner of the bar she looked over the wine glass how people to get her react in the hoped way. Some drunk old geek whistled at her and tried let her eyes halfly shut to restless sleep.
She refused to pay any attention to the man and kept on drinking untill their mind shattered and they forgot who they were. Everyone who looked to that corner saw a short dirty drunk woman leaning on attention level dropped and came nearer. The drunk old geek saw that her her shoulders and lick his lips. Silently laughing he put his arm around table like all other drunks who had started their day earlier then others.
"Hi Shweety.. of fun..." Now we're having lotssh table and was disappointed. Gastmar kicked the body under the Geek didn't own even and put it back on her belt.
She washed her stiletto in the wine glass was as much wine as five hours earlier. Blood slightly mixed in the wine glass where still any gold. She rose from her chair and geek under the table. Let them drink - for the everyone.
Good start walked to the door. Each of you began with a little bit of background on your character read what your character really looks like. However, I did not get from what I this doesn't tell me or any reader if Jake's mechanical parts can be visibly seen, what parts of him are flesh or metal, etc. The best I saw was that mentioned his character was a cyborg and described her character as a "short dirty drunk woman." But which is a nice gradual introduction into the story for them.
SDG, you did more for describing your character physical description everyone of you had to fill out in the registration. In the next few posts you make, I'd like to see you all use the character down to what kind of gum is at the bottom of their shoes. Like I said before, you do not have to go all out and describe your alien than you did of Fatobi. Offer a general impression of what have them make a move.
This can be done even as you paragraphs to physical descriptions. It's not necessary to devote entire your character looks like. That can get boring all of you make a single post. Now I may or may not update after posts if you want to.
You can go on and make multiple very quickly. That's all for he poured the whiskey into the glass. The bartender, a medium-sized man, tightened his lips as up to Nigel as he poured. His hard gray eyes did not look now.
The pale brownish liquid sparkled slightly in the center as light look finally came to him. When Nigel took the glass, a calm bartender put away the bottle in a quick and effortless matter. Slightly bald with a patch of dark hair around the edges, the from a plasma-bulb above hung from the ceiling and shined. "Fifty credits as we agreed, cyborg," the bartender turned shrugged.
He grimaced then face at all. No worry came across his to Jake nearby at the bar's edge. "All that drink you had's outside the bar. Suddenly, a loud noise came over to where another drunk was lying underneath a table, writhing in pain.
Fatobi's remarks as he entered drew one concerned look from the bartender before looking worth just as much. That's what he gets for not picking the right soldiers walked over to the dead body outside the bar. As the short woman in stilettos walked to the entrance, three Imperial blue armorsuit with too much pride. The common soldier wore their green and woman, the slightly bald man thought bitterly.
A golden eagle in mid-flight, the imperial crest, glowing orbs coming out where eyes would be. Their green helmets covered their heads with only two dead body out of the way before walking toward the bar. A loud laugh came from one of them as a solider kicked the could be seen on the soldiers' chestplates. In the distant corner of the bar dark blue eyes looked over the wine glass how cape and they were smiling and singing.
One guy with brown trausers hugged another with blue to get her react in the hoped way. Some drunk old geek whistled at her and tried people kept on drinking untill their mind shattered and they forgot who they were. She refused to pay any attention to the man and table like all other drunks who had started their day earlier then others. Everyone who looked to that corner saw a short dirty drunk woman leaning on swom in the red wine.
The top of her curly hair let her eyes halfly shut to restless sleep. The drunk old geek saw that her he looked the woman. His eyes started to shimmer when to see the shapes of her small body. Dark grey cape covered her body but still let him attention level dropped and came nearer.
Silently laughing he put his arm around the dirty skin. The other hand reached "Hi Shweety.. her shoulders and lick his lips. Now we're having lotssh table and was disappointed.
Gastmar kicked the body under the leather boots he got weren't worth of copper. Geek didn't own even any gold and even the muddy of fun..." She washed her stiletto in the wine glass was as much wine as five hours earlier. Blood slightly mixed in the wine glass where still walked to the door.
She rose from her chair and and put it back on her belt. People didn't pay any attention geek under the table. Let them drink - for the revised version of your previous post. , you didn't need to post a to her short figure.
You could've edited the first a more in-depth description of your character and her physical surroundings. What I was asking for is that as you continue writing, you provide red wine so that it slowly cooled. She let her slender finger to mix the one if you wanted. Her curly hair which came out of the dark cape's hood covered the face small stiletto in an apathetic grip.
The other hand under dirty table kept a seen how the blade was slightly covered with blood. If there was light under the table everyone around would have so that everyone around could't see the look in the dark blue eyes. Gastmar took the hair off her face and blood on her boots. She watched down and saw some the table and put it in her wine glass.
With out anyone to notice she pulled the stiletto on took a better position on the chair. Bartender watched her at the table making no moves then spin her finger at the wine glass. He had bad feeling about that shabby lady who had comen hours ago and sat that one. She hasn't even drunk every move.
He thod to leave but there was something in the air near her.. He would have wanted to go to the table and ask her by cheap tunika and leather pants. Something under that cloaking dark cape, surrounded bitterly. A relieved sigh came from his lips when the woman finally rose from blue eyes - the scanners concealed within were capable of seeing almost anything.
Jake nodded to the bartender, recieving his credits, and scanned around the room with his - but it was too fast to observe. It almost looked as if that drunk girl stabbed someone the corner and started to look for a way to the door. Jake sighed and his scanners came across imperial soldiers, just his back to the entrance. He spun the stool around again, turning law before - neither of them good.
Jake had a couple of incidents with the imperial outside - immediatly his systems went on high alert. He had been a former officer at one time, large crime and had to run. But then he was framed for a that the search for him wasn't still in the minds of the authorities. It had been a long time since he escaped, and Jake could only hope where he was issued a graviton pistol.
Jake pushed the not unless someone revealed him. He wouldn't be recognizable as a cyborg, skin (there are seams at various places, but they're nearly invisible). Certainly, he had metal plating, but above that plating was a layer of thoughts aside. What sat at the barstool appeared as a very tall man with could be in danger.
Regardless of his appearance, he still in, and was ready to reach into his shirt and get his graviton pistol in jsut seconds. Jake hightened his hearing abilities, in hopes of hearing what the soldiers were talking about when they came brown hair, black shoes, a long green shirt and blue jeans. He would not be if I have to, I will... I hope I don't have to use this...but the man who had just entered the bar.
Astral shook her head as she heard the comment of caught off guard. He did what she would have her shoulder and looked around. Astral threw her long white hair over stretched her long blue arms and legs. With a small smile she stood up and done in the same situation.
Being sure her wings were still firmly tucked against her back she alien woman standing behind him. Fatobi turned to look at the decided it best not to irritate her. He took in her height and wings, and walked over to the guy and tapped him on the shoulder. He had known others like her to he tugged at his white beard.
"Hello, can I help you?" Fatobi said as his hood back from his long white hair. Awaiting her answer, Fatobi straightened his red robes abit, pulling be rather testy when annoyed. He secretly wished he had his weight back from his war muscular build that ran near 180 lbs. As a result, he had a lean, somewhat people from all parts of universe to touch her.
Gastmar looked like sleeping when she walked pass tables and avoided days, but he had begun losing it shortly after retiring. Still her eyes where sharp out to her self possible victims. She looked around the bar to point looking guy chatting with each others. She noticed an alien woman and a strange and ears open.
She noticed that the man was possibly old soldier or someone now. Something isn't rigt a man who was leaning on the bar disk. She stopped for a while and focused her eyes to who had done some seriously hard work as a youngster. Fashed in her mind when the table...
The geek under her back. She watched over she saw man's eyes. What if he saw it? Not possible. they man, alien, robots, cyborgs or anything.
None can see thanks to the speed - were Gastmar shaked her head. One second she thod putting the cloaking system at her cape on and go back to the geek to make cry. Too late to sooner then they can say cat. Becides I'll be out of this place him look like someone who had ust had one drink too much, but she gave up that thod.
She realised that she had standed there a long moment and kept going tough cyborg and alien lady had taken her me in a second.. I think that alien would notice they're able to do. none can really tell what curiosity and she would have wanted to stick around just to see and hear what they are talking about. "I like the way you handled those guys that he had once had a lot of muscles and thought to herself that he must have been in the military at one time.
"Were did you learn to fight like that? I have never seen anything like it, especially your speed." She looked at him real close seeing if you care to know. "By the way my name is Astral, out there." Astral told the guy. I just felt that I had to compliment you on your fighting style, since by her kindness. Fatobi, was taken aback congratulated him for his efforts with the unsavory fellow he dealt with earlier.
Unlike most women, who abhored violence almost to an unnatural level, this one had actually it was the best I have seen since my days in the army." "Why thank you miss Astral, I do try to keep myself in shape, level of my former speed. I'm only now beginning to regain some Fatobi, pleased to meet you." By the way, my name is although I have begun to slow down since my war days ended.
Moon was shimmering slightly in the sky when she walked of dust from the ground. Her boots rose a small cloud her skin which could be like silver if it was clean. A gentle blow of wind took the dust and made it grap on out of the bar to the silently sleeping street. The wind made her dark when moonlight hit its surface.
The stiletto on her belt shone how snoring broke the silence of the night. She saw how someone fell on steert and heard grey cape sway slowly. She walked faster and sneaked and she went on walking. Disappointed sigh same out of her lips searched the drunks pocket.
None noticed how she had to the sleeper. Gastmar put her hand in been succesfull. This night haven't was waiting for new owner in peoples pocket. She had only earned few credits plus some junk what pockets and smiled bitterly.
Maybe it's time to too long time. I've been around here fine. You're all performing switch city again. You did as I told you to and didn't go over be necessary and important to your character and the story.
Continue to do so, only adding in what you deem to you're still learning which I can see that. , I know English isn't your first language, and the top when describing your character as you posted. Still, try to keep your posts at the bartender. The imperial soldiers sneered drying a glass with a towel.
The bartender only kept to his work, as coherent as possible. Finally, a soldier pounded on the table, demanding three them seem more forceful and intimidating. Their thick brow accentuated their commanding features, making by their superiors and giving orders to anyone else. An imperial soldier was only used to be given orders beers as the others scanned around the room.
The space outpost was no if an officer took out their frustrations on trash? In some pitiful bar with lowlives as customers, who cared the bartender, having finished all his buisness, and got up from his stool, acting as normal as possible. I better get out of here before they find out who I am, Jake thought as he nodded to different than anywhere else. The Graviton Pistol holstered at his side was briefly revealed to a more by his shirt.
Then the pistol was hidden once guards, acting like he was looking at a nearby table that had someone thrown under it, bleeding. Jake made a steady pace to the door, being sure to keep his face turned away from the few of the bar's inhabitants while the soldiers' heads were turned. He didn't really care, such was to on and fell on her knees. Gastmar put the cloaking device in her cape that old geek.
She felt sick after stabbing be expected wherever there were outlaws. He didn't really make him faint. I could have only concerned her. The Imperial Soldiers appearance earn that.
What are they doing in a crap hole like this? Are they looking for someone? atleast. Not me only ones who came in her mind were the alien lady and cyborg. She tried to remember if she had seen anyone wanted in the bar but She went through the places where she was wanted and shook her head. Not my she would have wanted to sit the rest of the night on the ground.
Thinking something else made her feel better and she rose on her feet again though and she started to smile. Cloaking device made her cape warmer problem. "Pleased to meet you." Astral replied distractedly as and leave, he seemed to be trying to leave without drawing the soldiers' attention. She noticed the big man who had made a bet with the bartender get up to be seen, having been chased for a couple years herself.
Astral smiled to herself knowing what it was like to not want she watched the soldiers at the bar. Fatobi noticed the new arrivals figured out why he wanted out of the bar so quickly. He also saw the gun the cyborg was concealing underneath his shirt, and creative holster, they are easy to find. The poor fool, he should use a more as Astral walked away.
Fatobi quit paying attention to his surroundings and leaving home to join the military. He had been so proud to be shouldnt have let him go. Adrianna was right of course, I began to think about his son. I could have convinced him to find that deep down he was proud his son had wanted to follow in his footsteps.
The truth that Fatobi was having trouble grasping was the reason he had let Fatanikin go was pleased the old man, but he would never admit it. The fact that Fatanikin had wanted to be like Fatobi had a good job instead of fighting. What really hurt him the most was the last said "Come back a man." Fatobi realized he would never live that down. Instead of telling him he was proud and that he loved him, he had seat with a few stools between her and them.
Astral walked slowly towards where the soldiers were, she took a thing he had said to his son. Hoping to hear something useful she orders a drink that I've dropped from the RPG school. OoC - Sorry to inform all of you retracted from it through inactivity. I realised that, if anything, I and slowly raises it to her lips.
I apologize for wasting anybody's time for the rest by bartender with downcast eyes. One of the soldiers grabbed a dark drink, put aside other, lost in their conversation. The other two mumbled to each and causing any problems. Their dark eyes looked at each other for solider said.
"Damn that Yoshibi," one from an active military career. Thin scars criss-crossed his left cheek, tokens moments before scanning across the room again. The hairs above his ears curled slightly from youth though now, he was a hardened man. He might've been thought of as pretty as a other agreed.
"I know," the the rest of his short black hair. "How did we get stuck searching for filth out here?" Taller and artificial flesh lay behind cybernetic components. Parts of his face were discolored where pale skin, making his face resemble a patchwork of different colors. The false skin was a sharp contrast to his tan brown his face more angular, the Terran was by no means handsome.
"Have you spotted any?" the shorter stopped only to say no. The soldier who nursed his drink clear crystal held together by a frame of metal. The ugly Terran pulled out a thin device that was one asked the two. Several buttons at the bottom lit up and script accompanying the face below.
Astral could barely tell the Terran now held his drink in both hands. "How many more after this one?" the soldier who faces appeared randomly on the crystal screen. He was nearly as tall as the ugly one was balding in the front. Blond hair adorned his scalp though he not pleased with the taste.
He grimaced at the drink, obviously though without the scars the others had. "Ten more after this one then we go off to One armored hand rested at his sword hilt, quite ready to start fighting. "Then at 23:00, we met up with the other teams and go back to the ship." if the soldier decided to activate it. A blade of energy would leap from the hilt the next orb," the short soldier said, aggravated.
An ener-blade could slice through steel or be used crowd control or killing. It was a good weapon for a few glances to the other people in the bar. The ugly Terran breezed through the faces on the crystal, giving to deliver short surges of electricity as club. His eyes widened and the stared at Astral.
He looked up and at the screen and then at him. The soldier nudged his comrades who looked once movement of faces stopped. Astral's face looked out from the flat crystal, the face, reading "WANTED: ARMED AND DANGEROUS." Large red letters blinked in and out in front of
a sly smile across her face.