Futuristic Space DnD

[Raggamuffinz]

-Turn List-


1. @Bills352


2. @Keggamine


3. @Deadkool


4. @Raggamuffinz


-Intro-


It was September, 19, 2609 in galactic time. The recently formed band of misfits were currently being interviewed as they have just completed the job of killing a Mob Boss, Crazy Jack, a Sprite notorious for beheading other gang's officers.


The first to enter the room was a Sprite, and his name was Al Chev. The GNN news reported urged him to sit with her in a comfortable set, however it was really just a bunch of furniture stuffed in the gang's cargo hold on their ship.


"So, Al Chev, what was it like fighting off Crazy Jack's gang?", the reporter asked.


It seemed like a normal day, but that was about to change. Their entire career was about to change, for better or worse.


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[Yanipurr]

Al Chev took the seat that the GNN news reporter urged him to take if he could be anywhere here wouldn't be it he hates the news and talking to them since they always twist and change whatever they say.


"Fighting them off did that happen hmm I don't remember all I remember is the noise of guns and then me here now is they anything else or can I go." Al Chev said his voice as normal sounding almost like he wasn't there unlike what most Sprite are thought to be which is childish he wasn't, violent and has unbeatable courage was true.


He stood up and walked out not caring about the answer nor what the news thinks about him he couldn't careless since they would change most of it anyway.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

The reporter's eyes twitched as Al Chev walked away, about to call out to him, to inform the Sprite that the interview wasn't over, but it was probably a futile dream, anyway. She then coughed, "Well, that was strange, but anyway, our next target is coming. The crew's Spectre, Zael-Cora Perethious.", she'd announce.


The reporter's assistant urged the Spectre to enter the room, Al Chev walking past Zael as he left. The reporter began speaking before Zael could completely enter the room. "So, how did you break through the factory of Crazy Jack, with all of it's defenses and guards?", the reporter questioned.


The holo-camera shifted towards Zael, and zoomed in on her. It would probably seem rather threatening, due to the fact that the camera look somewhat like a scope for a sniper rifle.

 

[Kryance]

Zael's mind was racing in so many different ways. You'd think they'd give her time to come out and settle down, and from the look on Al Chev's face she knew it might not be a good idea to answer? No, no. He was just irritated. Zael looked at the reporter.


"Well, we are very cautious and yet skilled in many different corners. Our tank knows how to break through massive metal doors, and the rest of us had just opened fire in all directions." Zael answered. "But, we did get heavy fire... It wasn't easy."


Zael crossed her legs and awaited another question or movement. I hate my life... She'd think.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

The reporter would go on for a while, until eventually the storm of questions ended. She cleared her voice and called in the next person. @Deadkool "Uhm, Windows, it's your turn.", she'd announce, one of her two assistants urging the robot towards the seat. They had never interviewed a robot before, so it was a first. Most robots they had met were either hostile or completely under control.


She flipped through a large sheet of paper, with the thickness of an average person's arm. "Ah, here we go. How did you find Crazy Jack, and what kind of strategy did you use to bring him down, as we have heard he is quite unpredictable.", the reporter asked.


Crazy Jack was well known for his.. well... craziness on the battlefield. His unconventional means of fighting was rather aggravating.

 

[Deadkool]

"The strategy we used was to kill his allies, then him. The majority of our attacks were with firearms" Said Windows, completely oblivious that the reporter would need more to actually publish the interview.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

"What kind of firearms?", the reporter would press on Window. She needed more information, a simple answer like that couldn't do. He was a robot, for Spode's sake, what kind of database did he hold, one from hundreds of years ago?


As irritated as she was, she looked fine and dandy and happy as she asked, flashing the camera her pearly white teeth, as if she was the goddess of dentality.

 

[Deadkool]

"The firearms shot projectiles of lead and plasma" Windows replies.

 

[Raggamuffinz]

The reporter gave up, and thanked Windows for the interview, giving the signal for the assistant to urge him out, and then let the last person in. "Here we have the group's engineer, Aeir Eiless. Tell me, how did you escape?"


Aeir smiled and looked up in thought, then replied, "Well my gear has jet-boots, and so the group latched unto me after we jumped out of a window. It was still a rough landing, but it was better then being a puddle of smashed organs and bone...", she finished with a shiny smile. Aeir obviously liked being on the air.


The reporter nodded, and gave a few more questions. Suddenly, however, an explosion rocked the group's ship. The armory was close by, and so it would be easy to get their gear.


-Weapons-


@Bills352 : 2 Durasteel Blades, 1 Attachable Plasma Arm-Cannon (Like Mega Man), Plasma Shield Buckler. 2 Thermal Detonators, Mech.


@Bills352


@Keggamine


@Deadkool


@Raggamuffinz (I will reply to your posts as events, but my character post will come after all of yours.)