UNNES1: The Final Frontier

Vertinari118 said:
This was a message to Lord Iggy by the way. Reply maybe?

To: Lord Iggy
I step out of the shadows behind Michaela, " Excuse me, did you just come in on that Spider. I see its got no weapons and well what with all the prirates nowadays I thought you might want some protection. I will be the best you'll find in a while I can tell you that and I'm willing to be paid as little as you want. So how 'bout it?"

On an unrelated note here's a description of Prime's appearence.

He is very tall about 6'8 or 6'10 with dark brown hair and green eyes. He has several scars on his torso and a couple on his face. Not too disfiguring but enough to know he has been in the wars. He appears to be a muscular human but his appearence is deceptive in that reguard and he is in fact several times stronger than a normal human. None of his implants are visible.
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Michaela did not move her head. Within, she considered what had just been said.

Internal dialogues, within such a mind, are lightning fast, eclectic, and in this specific case, electric.

After about four seconds, she turned her head.

"There are greater considerations at work than pirates. Thank you for your offer, but it will not be necessary."

Before the conversation could continue, Michaela arose, and quickly strode off, with Prime could only consider to be an indescribably odd gait.
 
How long until the next update?
 
Ulia (will change)/Charles Li
Engineer-Cyborg
2150?

Ship: (one for each ship)
Slider-Ox
Modifications: Fiber Armour(400): Missile Launcher(1000)(10 Counter Missiles (500))[1900]
Captain Ulia
Crew
5 Sailars 1 Gunmen (350)
-Loyalty
Cargo
Remodled-Titan


Spoiler Mod Approval: unfinished :
Backstory: Ulia was once a rebel, flighing his plane against the Union until: a head shot by a dumbfire Missile. It was over a base and as he slowly died he was falling to the ground... he was saved by a pair of workers at Titan.

The facility needed people to test its new product. Ulia was sent in, her burnt body and ruptured lungs working at the thinner than average air... he was put out of her misery and worked on for years...

When She woke up she knew only a few things: Her name is Ulia, She is against the Union, and that she is different. She got a Bio Suit. She was totally rebuilt but for her brain and her heart, which are intact. She felt the hands, they worked. She took a drink and she felt the coolness. She found a small switch and looked inside and it looked real... except for no blood. When she rose up she got 10000 to do whatever she want. A chip in her head so they can track her and
 
Player Character: rhawn
PC Name/Player: Dutch Rendar
Fighter-Cyborg
Amount of Credits: 1600

Ship: The Dagger-Jackal
Spoiler :
Jackal
Publicly available: 7 000 credits
Acceleration: above average
Durability: medium
Weapons: 2 missile launchers, 1 mass driver, 2 beam turrets
Crew space (req.): 15 (3)
Cargo space: 5 units

prop: NR, CR boosters
mod slots: 2

After the war the Jackal class was designed by the Trojan Yards to provide the frontier with a small ship suitable for escort and patrol duty for the militia and mercenaries. While the Jackals are more complicated than Ants they are still one of the simpler designs and far more suitable for frontier use than their Union counterparts. Needless to say, it is the favourite pirate small ship.

Modifications - EM I
Captain - Dutch Rendar
Crew- 2 Engineers, 3 Gunmen, , 4 Sailors, 1 Marine
Spoiler :
Engineers: Eric Greenbeck(human), Lue Yang(human); Gunmen: Scott(human), Wrentham Altair(cyborg), Chester Fumbwani(cyborg); Sailors: Ralph Eck(human), Ramon Cion(human), Soledad Guitierrez(human), Natalya Korolenko(human); Marine: Silence(Android)

-Loyalty
Cargo
Status- Enceladus
Backstory:
Spoiler :
Dutch hails from N. America on Sol. Dutch was a fighter pilot for the Union. He was injured and lost some limbs in a ship crash on Mars. With a health pension he replaced his arms and leg with cybenetic implants. For the last 7 years he has worked as a bartended/bouncer at a ritzy Mars nightclub. He saved enough money to buy a ship. He hired seveal of his former servicemen: Lue, Scott, Chester, Wrentham, Soldead, and Silence. The rest of his crew he freelanced. Together they are ready to do whatever it is necessary to make money for a secure new life.
 
Update 0

No story yet, just some information on orders and stuff.


You may now send your orders in. Deadline is Saturday.

Please note that your orders should include an accurate plan on what you do in case of an encounter (not necessarily hostile one)

Also, nothing restricts you from doing stuff on the ground as well.

For cargo runs you can either specify what you want to take from where to where, or just general rules. ("take a full load of metals or radioactives from Kleopatra to Challenger" or "take a full load of mid-price stuff from Kleopatra to Challenger")

In case you can't get what you want it'd be good to have a backup plan.


The laws of supply and demand apply here: transporting raw materials to factories, then goods to customers is wiser than carrying inert bars of iron ore to Luna trying to sell them there.

To simplify matters, you will be paid on completion of the cargo run, or be forced to pay reparations on failure.


If you want to be a pirate, specify where you want to do piracy and what type of ships you will target.

Remember mr. Newton when engaging other ships.


For other tasks, just do your best to be realistic and don't be afraid to find out about something. If you think you could do it in "OTL", you probably can.


I'm sorry it took so long. I was busy in RL on the weekend and if things go as I'd like them to I'll be even more busy for the rest of the year, so updates once a week is the goal.
 
Eh?

Without giving us any kind of intro.. where are we meant to take things from?
 
But we don't know anything about them.. or are you relying on us to create this universe?
 
Yes you do. Look on the front page Abaddon.
 
I shall join and try my best.

Stat template:

Player Character:
PC Name/Player: Nero Germani
Class-Race: Engineer-Human/ no modifications, pure
Amount of Credits: 600

Ship:
Name-Class: Lonely Star/Ox
Modifications: NR; IE.
Systems: Sensor II; Nav II.
Captain: Nero Germani
Crew: 10 sailors, 2 engineers.
-Loyalty
Cargo
Status-Location: Gateway.

Nero held his new wife hard as the space elevator screamed to a halt at the Gateway, Nero looked outside and saw the blue globe and sighed. His life is now behind him, the days of repairing the local rail system of the local city in his town were over. His demeaning bosses and coworkers behind him as he prepared to start a new life. The 5,000 credits in his bank that his father graciously lended to him was all that he has to his name. Together with his wife they stepped off the elevator and smiled, a new life indeed. Nero quickly found work for the Gateway's engineering system and became chief of his sector within 2 years. Nero always watched the ports in his section as they opened and closed every time a ship came in for repairs or loading/unloading. To hear those engines whine down and the crew racing around securing the ship was something Nero could see himself doing. Unfortunatly even being chief of his section in the Engineering department was not enough for many captains he asked for jobs with. Day after day Nero would walk up to a captain and ask for a position onboard his ship as an engineer, and day after day the captains say no. Oh it made no difference that Nero made a healthy sum to support his family of a boy and girl and his wife. He looks to the darkness of space as his destiny. He took a look at the local shipyard for ships available and the possibility of buying one, when he first entered he stopped in his tracks and stared at the ship he must have. When the salesman approached Nero asked how much it costed, the salesman replied, 7,500 sir, but wouldn't you rather have a newer ship? This old Ox has been battered and beaten it has been in scraps with pirates and even local security forces for illegal goods. Nero shook his head, that will do just fine.

Nero arrived home at the end of his shift and quickly sat down with his wife, together the two discussed the possibility of Nero becoming a merchant, always traveling in space going from port to port buying and selling goods. The couple looked at their bank account and saw that they only had 6,000 credits. The next morning, Nero and his family boarded the ship, the apartment long been sold for a princly 3,000 credits. Nero's father sent 1,000 to help his son start up his business. So Nero and company began the next chapter of their lives....

Nero Germani: 24 years old, ex-engineer chief of Section 2 at Gateway.
Allison Germani: 22 years old, ex nurse of section 2 at Gateway.
Thomas Germani: 2 years old.
Kristen Germani: 10 months old.

Crew:
Sailors:
Boris: 30, served as crewman for a company that went bankrupt.
Charlie: 25, same as Boris.
Teddy: 27, same as above.
Yonki: 20, a refugee from Mars, but skilled pilot, though not certified as one.
Hemlet: 42, a crewman from a ship, skilled navigator.
Gonkers: 40, a sailor from a frieghter, excellence math skills.
Trey: 50, sailor from Troy, hated mining rigs and wanted to try his skill on a frieghter.
Vicks: 19, rookie sailor, fresh from earth.
Bobby: 18, same as Vicks.
Henri: 25, great pilot, but had license revoked by Union of Planets.

Engineers:
Will: 24, Joins his boss on the ship, leaving section 2 at Gateway.
Gary: 30, same as Will.

Is this good?
 
How long until the next update?

EDIT: Actually, this may look pretty stupid where it is.
 
Ulia walked toward the Ship. The salesmen looked at her and she glanced back... Uncertain what he saw she reached toward the Ox and placed her soft hand on it.

Her brain seemed to grow and suddenly the memory of the ship was open like a book. She found out it was not brand new as he had said, and that it had a full life and a log which was incompletely deleted. Also found out that it can be modified. "Any Modifications to be brought?"

"But, but but we can't modify such a skinny ship..."

"You Lie! The ship told me so! A rocket launcher and some armour NOW!" She burst, slaming a Credits Card down with her money.

"Yes Ma'am..."

She looked at her reflection on the sleek exterior. Her blond hair and hazel eyes bordering a cute nose and a subtle mouth. She said and changed its memory "You are Slider"
 
OOC: Skinny? the Ox? Ha, dont make me laugh, it is classified as a medium ship by the Union of Planets and is by far the workhorse of the transportation industry. Calling the Ox skinny is like calling those big rigs on the highway the smallest car on the road.

I am just saying that is what you should have said to the salesman, but adding more past phrases, since the rigs are now long since obsolete and replaced with cargo frieghters that fly in the air like planes. Think Starwars travel.
 
OOC:Skinny as in a thin profile. Most other cargo ships have a wider profile. Read the front. He is trying to make sure I die because he thinks there is something... unnatural about Ulia...

Unpat, please use spoilers!!!

IC:
A group of figures watch the screen as the chip displays sensory information from Ulia and 3rd person information form a screen of nano cameras.

"Yes, the experiment is going well. Ulia is not having trama from memories but not having problems due to lack of it... such a nice girl..."

"Quiet! This is just an experiment! If it is a success we can insure refittion with our medical fleets and make millions!"

"Shuttup! I wasn't making love with her! Anyways, we need to keep tabs. Are all the bots ready Mr. Sicmore?"

Sicmore: Yes Sir!

"Now go and make sure that the signals will be constant! Leave me!"

He sighed as the figures left. "Ulia, Our futures are together yet apart..."

OOC: I have a story line to be determined!
 
OOC: Yes I realized that, but when I read your post, you made it seem skinnier that it really is because many ships are modifiedable.... especially cargo ships that have room for such a modification. Look at the Ox's mod spaces. But since I misread your post and I understand what you meant let us end this and not mention it again.

Also, Charles this does not affect you now so you dont have to read further if you dont want to, I realize now that starting at the Gateway is not allowed, therefore another story will be posted following this message. (edited in of course)

Nero sighed, the ship was performing magnificantly for its maiden cruise to Titan. The cargo hold was empty as they thought it would be better to allow the ship to stretch her engines before doing any heavy work, it was only when they reached Troy when they encountered trouble. It was not pirates, nor was it a Union of Planets security craft, not even an engine problem. They simply got lost, out in the vastness of space, their navigator short circuited and went haywire. Despite Nero's and his team's efforts to fix the problem they were still lost, but they managed to fix it enough to guide the ship back to Troy.

Upon arrival at Troy it was finally discovered that the Navigator needed a new computer chip. Nero went out and secured one, they managed to get the navigator working. Only instead of continuing as planned to Titan, they decided Troy would be a good launching point, good freight and heavy traffic. So Nero headed to the local wharehouse to find out what freight is needed and what freight is going out.
 
Michaela reclined in a rough, synthetic leather chair, in the middle of a cluttered electronics center within her ship. Relaxing into the chair, she sighed in relief as the her cybernetic parts shifted and integrated into the machinery. Suddenly, her mind made a subtle shift as the majority entered into the artificial construct of the ship.

It was here where she truly lived.

Deftly, she directed the mining vessel Vistrid out of the hangar of Enceladus' Base Beta, and began to accelerate. Soon, new minerals would be found in surrounding asteroids. The ship would fill, and the endless cycle of returns to the station would continue.

But despite this work, Michaela had a life to live.

Many lives.
 
Man this trading thing will be a breeze, I do the same thing for my work, except I have a big rig and I use the roads instead. :p

I will start the bet: Nero Germani will become the first millionairre in the trading world for PC's.

I will bet 5 cookies.
 
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