Futuristic Lawless Stars

[Soviet Panda]

Space, the final frontier. And like any frontier, the law has little hold. The year is 6853, Man has explored far and wide and discovered many new planets and races. You have decided, that lawful living wasn't good enough, and decided that taking without asking was much easier than earning. Fly through the stars, and become a legend.


Rumors have begun to spread of a planet made of gold, and of a ghost ship protecting it. What are you willing to do to see if the rumors are true? Will you join with others? Or will you venture out on your own to claim the planet and live like you own the Universe for the rest of your life? Or are you the type to feed the rumors and spread false information to lead others astray, for a price of course.


MAPS


Each planet is different, from a ball of hot boiling lava, to floating balls of ice. Deserts with a single large oasis, or a vast rain forest. Each has strange and exotic flora and fauna.


RULES


1.No OP characters, if I see it as OP, I will tell you


2.You can make any race you want, except bug people, those things are kind of creepy.


3.I don't want everyone owning a ship, so I will limit it to 3 large battleships, with a crew, and 5 small fighters.


4. Don't control other people's characters, especially when fighting.


5.No one is perfect, and not everybody has a tragic backstory.


6.To prove to me that you read the rules, put lawless in your character sheet.

 

[Soviet Panda]

'Ah, Harbor 666. Home sweet home.' Conner thought as he requested permission to dock. The history of Harbor 666 is almost to be expected. As soon as it was opened, it became the Devil's Den, housing outlaws of all sorts. Conner was there to get a few crew members. His last run apparently was to much for his remaining crew and they all left, after they got paid of course. Now, he needed some more people to make things on his ship much easier. Harbor 666 Had several stationary ports fordocking, while the commercial and residential area was a large slowly rotating cylindar. After docking and floating in zero gravity until he reached the commercial/residential cylindar, Conner walked to one of the many clubs, albiet a more popular one, and the name, was Club Zero. Upon entering, the body of most races would be assaulted by the noise and feel of a throbbing bass, shaking the body. This was like all the other modern clubs, dark with UV lights to make colors pop and strobe lights. This was a the replacement of bars and taverns for pirates and outlaws. Here, drugs and alcohol were plenty. Taking a seat at a table, Conner takes out a holopad and a pen, people would be interested, wether he looked for them or not.


(First time I started a thread, sorry if it kind of sucks.)

 

[Archdemon]

Being shut down and inside a box sucks but what can Panzer do though? Nothing all he has to wait for Is that somebody will buy him or steal him. He knew not of what his surroundings were and of what anyone is saying.


The guards of Panzer: "Why don't we just destroy this thing?" A scientist type person sighed "Cause this is valuable tech and we need to recreate it without that version becoming self aware!" They were on harbor 666 and were heading towards the storage area. They might have passed some interesting characters and club zero.

 

[Vamanara]

Aurelius loved seedy-space bars, he aproached the barman, or bar-alien. he was a member of an ex-slave race, when man destroyed the empire enslaving them, they were free, but unskilled. life is hard for them, and their treated like scum by their previous ruler race. Auurelius spoke to it in its own language, the creature was very surprised.


(translated)


"hello honoured brother! im looking for a ship... and a drink."


"a ship? drink?"


they shook hands in ancient tribal manner. the creature did its equivalent of smiling.


"ask the dockmaster for a ship, and a drink eh? want beer like other humans?"


"noo, i want a ship off the records! one to go where we please in!"


"ask the new gent there" the creature points at Conner. "heres another beer, just to get conversation going."


Aurelius payed for the first beer, gave the creature a (equivelant too) a hug.


he would wait a little before he wandered there, he wanted to produce a few pheromones first.

 

[darkev]

Space... Something to marvel at. When you are standing at the helm of your own ship, it seemed small, but take a step outside and it all became shockingly real and infinite. But docking into a port was something that required focus, so suddenly infinity became Harbor 666. Draxar steps onto he station, his ship would be watched by his crew, mindless life what they truly were. As Draxar walked through the harbor, most people he passed moved out of his way, Draxar barely paying them mind. "Cause this is valuable tech and we need to recreate it without that version becoming self aware!" Draxar heard that when some guards and scientists passed, a box between them all. He turned to look at the box, one of the guards eyeing him and trying to look like he was not scared. The box might contain something that was worth more than the guards thought. He made sure to note the box, and where they were going, if they got on a ship, then his ship would be on them soon, but he was busy right now. He walks into a more popular club, club Zero, something that Draxar didn't quite understand it's popularity. Things become quite briefly before starting again, pretending that Draxar wasn't there.

 

[Mikailgirl]

Lunette or Luna as everybody called her sat at the bar drinking the most fruity drink she could get. She couldn't stomach the harder stuff. She sighed ever since her planet got taken, she had no where to go and was making a living being a bar girl since this was the only place where people were too drunk to be scared by her face. She hated it but what choice did she have, either this or go back home to be enslaved."YO girl stop slacken and server these men their drinks!" Her boss shouted at her, she huffed and jumped off the seat. She grab the drink and headed over to Conner.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Conner gave a start when the alien, judging bu the clothing, girl walked up to give him his drink. The marvels of a good bartender, able to sense when a patron needed a drink in hand or to be topped up. Thanking her and paying for the drink, Conner begins to observe the room, trying to spot who was interested. AZylith came in and caused the whole club to pause, but they quickly got back to it, louder than before if that was possibl. And behind the Sylith, he saw an odd box being carted past, possibly to be investigated further.

 

[Vamanara]

He turned back to the alien.


"ill give you a tip mate."


he says chucking a credit or two on the bar in front of him. pushing past the dancers was always a problem, for others. he released a pheromone so people subconciously keep their distance. dancing the other way etc. it was not a vast space around him, just a foot at most. and alot of people could not smell it.


he got close enough to Conner, putting the drinks on the table for himself.


"I HEAR YOU HAVE A SHIP!" he shouted over the music.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Yep, fastest one known to Harbor 666." Conner shouted back. The one downside to the club was that when you wanted it to be quiet, it was loud. "Why you askin? You interested in hopping on it? Or you need something moved?" Even when he needed more crew, he would still hunt for a buisness venture.

 

[Vamanara]

"CREW!" he motioned to a button at the side of the enclave, pressing it, a glass sheet enclosed the area sideways, and the music muffled low enough to talk. (real clubs need these!)


"im looking to work, i can do most jobs, lived on a family ship where everyone did everything."

 

[Mikailgirl]

Luna listened in. A ship huh, just what she needed to get out of this dump. She slowly made her way back over and stood hidden from them. Seems like the man need a crew..well that's was just lovely. She smiled and waited to see what would happen.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Thats new." Conner said as the glass wall went into place. "Alright. What can you do?" Conner asked the man. He needed to know what the man was good at in order to put him where he would be the most use. "I need someone that can keep the engines running and the oxygen recycler operational. Can you do that? Or do you know the galaxy like the back of your hand?"

 

[Vamanara]

"i ain't no navigator if thats what your askin'" (his english was worse than his alien languages.)


"i can do most engineerin' jobs, what type a recycler 'n' engine you got?"


he pondered, being a jack of all trades was a curse in these situations.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Base model is for a type F Sloop class ship. Gives it a decent amount of thrust and needs little fuel to get it going. I made a few improvements to it to get an extra kick out of it. But if you can't fix it, that doesn't matter. If worse comes to worse I can just have you running around the ship helping with everything." Conner told the fellow. He really needed at least one crew member to make piloting the 'Solar Wind' easy, if not comfortable. Looking around the little dome, he spots a spot that he could slide open, probably so he could order another drink if he needed to. Reaching over, he slides it open, the noise of the club coming back in, Conner sticks his arm out to get a server's attention. He needed something a bit stronger, and less fruity.

 

[Mikailgirl]

She looks shocked at his arm, did he notice her..no she was well hidden. She slowly walks back over and stops in front of the two. "Yes what can I do for you?" Her voice was soft.

 

[Vamanara]

"helpin' with everything? thas' me speciality." he paused seeing a face like a pineaple, he couldn't judge. "ima jack of all trades my friend."


he wondered what the alien was, other than a barmaid, which his mother had told him always to treat well.


"missy, you wan' this extra drink?"

 

[Soviet Panda]

"What?" Conner said, leaning forward. But he decided that it didn't matter. "I need a drink. Something more alcoholic, and less fruity." Conner told her as he held his now empty glass out to her. Turning his attention back to the man, Conner says "Jack of all trades? Excellent. My ship is docked at bay 12. Pack your things and get comfortable. But first, I'd like you to sign this." Conner said as he motioned towards the pad and pen.

 

[Mikailgirl]

She shook her head. "No no while that's very nice of you I can't accept drinks from patrons. It's a big no no in this bar. But thanks for the offer. And alright I'l be right back with something stronger." She walks away thinking about how weird humans were and how rude they seemed.

 

[Vamanara]

reading...he took a deep breath. he skimmed over the more legal looking bits, only even trying at the bits in bold and small print. always read the small print. satisfied, he signed his name. his handwriting was awful, and he knew it. a little embaressed, he passed it back to conner, now bound to his service.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Glad to have you, first mate. Now if you'll excuse me." Conner said as he pushed the button and was satisfied when the glass slid back. Getting up, he quickly goes to the door and leaves. Looking around, he spots a suspicious fellow carrying a gun keeping guard in front of a rather normal looking building. That must be where that crate went, and if it needed guards, it must be worth some money. Walking in the building's direction, Conner tries not to look suspicious before slipping into an alley with a window looking into the building. Jumping up, Conner grabs the window's edge, and prepaired to poke his head over to see what was inside.

 

[Mikailgirl]

Luna comes back with a small vodka but the man was gone. Crap did she miss her chance and the guy didn't even pay. She turned to the person the man was talking to. "Do you know where the guy that was just here might have gone?" She feels desperate, she needed to get out of this bar and that human was her only chance.

 

[Vamanara]

"depends whatcha want im for?" never tell tales, he thought, then he realized that the captain had just left without paying. bastard.


"if you wanna find im' we could smell im out?"


much better proposition than paying himself.

 

[Mikailgirl]

She looks at him. "You'll willing to help me find him...what's the catch?" These things never come for free and she didn't want to get his help at a great cost or something like that.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Conner peered over the side, and saw a room filled with crates. 'Great.' he thought to himself. If he wanted the original crate that he was interested in, he would have to search the whole place. Slipping in, Conner lands on the ground and takes out one of his pistols, which was black with white inlay. The other one, white with black inlay, he kept holstered. If he needed another clip he could just takethat ine out. Crouching, he begins his search for that one crate.

 

[Vamanara]

"catch? what sorta' evil bastard you take me for? i wanna help you because otherwise im payin'!" in truth he was doing out of the goodness in his heart, but voicing that was never a good idea. especially with a stranger in a seedy space bar.


"c'mon then?" he says getting up, opening the glass on the enclave and hearing the blast of music again.