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Into the Nova
Into the Nova RP
"We're sending them out," said Admiral Hall, her hand to her ear transceiver, "The Nova has stood on the edge of our system too long. There is only one way to find out what's on the other side of that thing, and our crew is ready and willing to launch." She frowned, listening to the voice on the other end of the transmission. "We are well aware of the risks. Our best enginieers have contructed a ship able to withstand immense pressure, heat, cold, acid, and anything else the Nova can throw at us." Hall looked out of the window of her office on the Space Station Ebony. Her glass-domed office gave her a view of the Earth on one side, and a view of the hangar on the other. Password: Supernova. In the hangar, she could see the sparks of plasma welders on the ship that was the S.S Starbound. "Of course, Mr. President." she said, and hung up on her transciever.
Behind her came a knock on her door. Admiral Hall sighed and turned around. "Enter!" she yelled. Captain Reginald Dunham stepped through the door, his olive green jacket wrinkling about his knees. "How is she coming along?" he asked.
"Well. I have no doubts that you will be pleased with her. The Starbound will not fail you."
"When will I see the crew?" Dunham asked.
"Now, if you wish."
"Please," said the anxious Captain Dunham. Admiral Hall once agin put her hand to her tranciever.
"Show the crew in."
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This is a sci-fi RP. The crew of the S.S Starbound have been assigned with the mission of journeying into a strange swirling portal to some other place deemed 'The Nova'. Your Charries are the crew of the ship. As you write your sheets, I will write Hall introducing them and Dunham making his comments. After they're all introduced, we will begin the voyage.
A few rules:
1. No OP charries.
2. Two Charries max.
3. I'd appreciate it if you made your charrie sheets detailed, as it makes it easier for me to introduce them when I do.
4. Try not to make all of your charries super high rank.
5. Have fun!
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There are four departments aboard the Starbound:
Medical (pretty self explanitory)
Bridge (pilots, navigation, etc.)
Security/Military (again, pretty self-explanitory)
Engine and tech (Mechanics, engineers, etc.)
My charrie (Reginald Dunham) is the captain of the ship.
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Here's the sheet:
Name:
Gender/pronouns:
Age:
Rank:
Department:
Appearance:
Personality (strength & Weaknesses, please):
Backstory:
Special Skill (nothing O, just something they're good at, EG: Mental Computation, drawing):
Other:
Password:
Also, age range should be about 25-57. They have to be experienced officers.
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I'll post my sheet after the first person posts. See you aboard the Starbound!
submitted by General Waffleson, age -456, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(March 28, 2018 - 11:16 am)
(March 28, 2018 - 11:16 am)
*swoops in superhero style* You called?
Apologies in advance for what I have no doubt will be a long, rambling post. I really need to work on making my posts shorter and more plot-driven.
Onyx~
You will have a lot of time to think about what you have accomplished and how much honor this earns your name...
The heavy, barred door clangs shut.
I sag against the wall, head in my hands, as the sound of the captain's measured steps fade away into the distance. All I can hear now is the rhythmic humming of the engine. I place my hand against the wall to feel it vibrating slightly. It's kind of soothing, as if I had a friend standing by, just behind me.
But of course, that's just a silly fantasy. I'm alone in a crew of trained professionals (who, incedentally, all hate me) in the middle of a dangerous space mission.
After a few minutes of soaking in my pit of idiocy and soul-crushing regret*, I reach into the special pocket on my orange tool belt and pluck out my mini computer, Oz. He's about the size and shape of a calculator, with an awkward bump in the middle that rubs against my hands (I haven't found out how to fix that yet), and a scratched, well-worn surface. The screen is so cracked from me dropping it over and over (and over and over and over and over) again, that I sometimes cut my finger if I swipe up on it too fast. At least they haven't taken Oz away from me yet. But they'll probably have to search me eventually. Maybe I can put him in my shoe? Pretend he actually is a calculator? Yeah, right. I press the scanner in the middle with my thumb (I had to resort to a finger-print scanner instead when the retinal scanner kept malfunctioning. But that would have been way cooler).
"Hello, Onyx. How is life?" I had to change it to say that when I unlocked him because it felt so weird when he said, "What's up, Onyx?" In his clipped, slightly uneven-sounding voice.
"Aaaaaaaugghhhh I'm an idiot." I mutter very, very softly into the speaker, just in case anyone is lingering around.
"Would you like me to play some music?" Oz asks. I programmed the responce because, of course, music cures all ills. But not now. I need to keep it quiet so I can think. Or sink into despair. Same thing.
"No! No music!" I respond quickly.
"What about Bach's Violin Concerto in E major?"
"No!"
"Phantom of the Opera?" Oz tries.
"No!"
"Let it Go?"
"DEFINITELY NOT!" I retort, then, realizing that my voice had risen above a whisper, I check myself.
"Just forget it." I mutter. Oz gives a protesting beep as I turn him off.
I focus on the humming of the engine again. I wonder if we've entered the Nova yet. The familiar curiousity claws up my chest again, but this time, it only makes me angry. Why did I have to do this? What did I think would happen? Instant acceptance? Maybe the crew would love my amazing skills, cool orange tool belt, personalized computer, and endearing freckles?
Okay, forget about the freckles part.
But still, I guess I kind of new what would happen. I've never really belonged anywhere, especially places where I'm definitely not qualified to be. I know where I want to be. Alone in my workshop, with the tables overflowing with my tools, inventions, and junk pushed to the side, my toolbelt draped over a chair and Oz playing music while I make the most of the cramped space; jumping and leaping, flipping off chairs and seeing if I can beat my record for most pirouettes in a row.
I probably can't even do half that stuff anymore. Besides, I never had any real chance at a future besides my skills as a mechanic. Guess Broadway will just have to go on without me. Not that I'd EVER in a million year perform in front of anyone.
Before I can go on with my fantasies, I hear a click and creak elsewhere in the shadowy hold. Quickly, I jump to my feet as echoing footsteps get closer.
But these are different from the captain's. These footsteps are lighter, uneven, and not as confident.
"Hello," a voice says, and a second later, a head pokes around a corner, "I'm Erin."
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*kudos if you get that reference.
"Do you feel something?"
"Soul-crushing regret?"
(May 6, 2018 - 7:11 pm)
Aaaaah just rereading this and the end is all wonky. She wouldn't introduce herself like that. Sorry, Aspen!! You can write the meeting from Erin's POV and change it to where it sounds a little less cheesy.
(May 7, 2018 - 7:49 am)
XD Okay. Just a side comment though... Do you ever realize how downright hilarious you are, Rose bud?
(May 11, 2018 - 5:54 pm)
Yay! You think I'm funny? Wow. Thanks Aspen! That means a lot! I kind of work my own kind of humor into my writing sometimes, but I wasn't sure if it came off as actually funny.
(May 12, 2018 - 12:17 pm)
Hey, Aspen, your character is going to 'interrogate' Rose bud's character, right? Would you mind of my character came along? She's a doctor as well and I don't know how to put her back into the story. She could just, I dunno, take notes or something. With your permission, of course-- it's okay to say no. I can write her in somewhere else if you want me to.
~Starseeker
(May 12, 2018 - 1:59 pm)
Ohhhhhh. Ummmmm. Welll, see, my character is part of the ship maintenance crew and wandered in by accident. I guess I didn’t explain that in my post... *facepalm*
(May 15, 2018 - 4:44 pm)
(May 18, 2018 - 4:13 pm)
This was a hard decision but I have to drop out. Sorry! Hope this keeps going.
(May 20, 2018 - 8:09 pm)
@Tuxedo Kitten: I'm sorry you have to drop out! I'll have more time for posting in a week, so I'll keep topping until then.
@Aspen: Ah, okay. XD I'll have my doctor charrie do the questioning then.
~Starseeker
(May 21, 2018 - 4:33 pm)