Ninth day without a shower... Again. It's usually not too bad, planet side but when you are trapped in the confines of a vessel things become more, potent, so we say? The smell of unwashed bodies remains ripe, seeping through passage ways, mixing with the smell that wafts from engineering spaces, which can only be described as burnt metals, creating the odoriferous setting for the day.
You curse under your breath as you wipe the sleep from your eyes, after taking over for the last person on watch. The amber screens light up splaying golden light across the small cockpit as you fiddle with one of the switches.
"We gotta port soon or we are all going to lose our minds."
Mentally you rebut your own statement. You know that you have not scavved nearly enough to come back with any sort of profit, and with that thought enamoring your drowsy mind, you switch between scanning systems.
Nothing, nothing, nothing... "Must be the iron junking up our picture." You clear your throat and lean back in what was once a relatively nice pilots seat. You close your eyes (a dangerous thing to do, just waking up and all, but you are a dangerous person.) and take a quick account of your situation.
four Sol days ago you planted your vessel in the asteroid pocket around Reliquary in the hopes of scavving some sweet find from the killingfield between the Reliquary Militias and the JUK forces. Sadly it seems you have either been to unlucky, late, or stupid to figure it out. Now you are running into the last half of your supplies and your crew are getting restless with the lack of "Score".
An alarm on your watch goes off, bringing you from the point of passing out again, and getting lost in the shitty acoustics of the wire and screen filled room. "Well it's official," You shut the alarm off "We are now illegally trespassing. Lemme just add that to the list."
You mentally tally your criminal record in the next couple of hours until you are relieved. What the hell else are you going to do, right?
Hey guys! I''m back. Figured I would recycle this idea a little bit and see if we can't get a pretty good crowd. Serious Scifi RP. Please nothing silly. Also for our less intuitive followers, that is a character prompt. Only one for now. Please make it read like this:
Name:
Sex:
History:
Accounted Crimes Against the Hegemony Are As Follows:
I like detail. Paragraphs are not discouraged. Please again, nothing too crazy. You cover this guy, I will handle the rest. Ie, ship specs, crew, yadi yada.
Let's get this train wreck a rollin'!