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[Dwarmin]

@Cael: Also, have you decided if I'm going to be on your crew yet?

http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=107532.msg3201688;topicseen#msg3201688

[10ebbor10]

I hope this isn't one of those games that goes for five pages of character creating and never gets started.

I suggest we make a split-this should be the OOC/planning thread. When we get it started, we make a game thread. Player list should also be made, right now we have about five say, I believe.

I fully intend to run this game.

Yeah, that seems logic.   Working on the player list btw.

[10ebbor10]

The intergalactic Mercenary tavern:

Name: Sai'oda Fresa
Race: Batarian
Role: Ship Security/Mercenary Commander
Ship: (not captain)

Skills:
Close combat skill: 4+7=11
Ranged combat skill:  4+7=11
Ship combat/Heavy weaponry skill: 4-2=2
Medical skill:    4
Mechanics skill: 4+1=5
Engineering skill: 4+1=5
Social skill: 4-2=2
Driving: 4+4=8
Piloting(Fighters): 4+4=8
Piloting( Large ship): 4

Inventory:
Medium Quality Melee Weapon: Vibro-Cutlass 500

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Medium quality Ranged weapon: M-96 Mattock Assault Rifle 500

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

10x Assault Rifle Clips

0 Creds remain

Spoiler: Bio (click to show/hide)

Sai'oda Fresa is a Batarian Female...

The Batarian race shares the traits of most bipedal Humanoids, they are distinctly alien, their four eyes and cranial ridges being their most distinctive traits. Their skin colors can vary greatly, from light brown to dark red, or purple. Their senses are comparable to most, but their vision is obviously highly advanced-they can see in many different spectrum of light and energy. Batarians tend to be quite 'aware' of their surroundings, and their mental capabilities are heightened sufficiently past the norm to compensate for the influx of information they receive on a daily basis. Batarians tend to 'blush' when emotionally charged, or pale when frightened or angry-this is very noticeable.

Everyone likes to think they knows Batarians-as criminal scum, slavers and terrorists. In truth, the Batarian Hegemony that their people live under is ruled under a dictatorial fist, one that does not allow it's people to travel or converse with other races freely. Consequently, the only free Batarians one meets are political or criminal refugees who fled their home space-many of them turn to crime merely to survive.

Sai'oda Fresa was born outside the Empire-from a prison cell, the daughter to a renowned terrorist, who had committed many atrocities against Humankind in general. She grew up on Earth, facing the predictable hardships-visiting her father in prison was her only real escape, even if she couldn't come to embrace his belief. In time, Sai'oda grew and turned to military life, hoping it would erase the stain of dishonor that had been cast upon her. It didn't. Though she was decorated many times for bravery and heroism in combat, she was time and time again faced with the same enmity that had always plagued her-and stoked her long boiling fury. Eventually, she took a forced resignation, after breaking an admirals jaw in a bar fight-and went to the stars, perhaps ironically, to 'join her people', on the fringes of society.

She found work, eventually-her name was synonymous with honor and strength among the outcast Batarian community, and she quickly gathered like minded spirits to her. They formed a mercenary band, and these days they tend to take whatever morally acceptable jobs go their way. A recent tough mission has somewhat depleted her forces, though-and she's looking for a few easy years as ships security to rebuild the team to it's former strength...

Sai'oda herself is a slimly built Batarian with light red skin and four jet black eyes-this, and her famous hair trigger temper, leading to her nickname among some, 'Firecracker', though she'll hit anyone who calls her that to her face.

This is in response to my request for Chief Tactical officer.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Arrod Werrin
Race:Genetically Superior Human
Role: Tactical Officer
Ship: The Ultramarine, light fighter
Inventory:
Good Quality Ranged Weapon
EVA suit

Close combat skill: 10
Ranged combat skill: 10
Ship combat/Heavy weaponry skill:7
Medical skill: 2
Mechanics skill: 3
Engineering skill: 2
Social skill: 3
Driving: 4
Piloting(light): 6
Piloting(heavy): 5

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Bio: Research file 2-2009
Subject Name: Werrin, Arrod
Subjects life span: Arrod was the result of a long and extensive genetic breeding program by the losing side of the mosre recent of many human civil wars. Due to the project was controversial at the time (Genetic Manipulation now being commonplace), While he learned combat tactics and techniques, his mentor Sergeant Deschain taught him a public school education, such as the history of the Gaian empire and it's colonies, the war between them, and even some literature. The strict military training forged into him not to speak when not necessary, along with how to get your point across quickly with hand motions and eye movements. His confirmation for being allowed into the Marine Core was punctuated by a high field simulation score, with a marginally smaller verbal score. He was put into active duty in the year 4005, and soon got his first mission.

Name: George Miller
Race: Human
Role: Technician
Ship: None, for now.
Skills:
Ranged Combat: 4+4
Mechanics: 4+8
Engineering 4+8
Inventory:
EVA Suit: 250
Advanced Toolkit: 500
Hacking Kit: 250
Bio: George is a pretty tall, light skinned person. He is almost always wearing a green t-shirt and black pants.  George is a very good technician. He is incredibly intelligent, and many of his friends look up to him. He got incredible skills with a wrench, screwdriver, and many other techfixing things. When just 7 years old, he fixed the entire school robot system when it crashed. While 13, he fixed a broken colony ship that was crashed on Mars. While 21, he hacked into nearly all the banks in USA, and as punishment he was forced to work on this ship for life.
Note: I'm not good at creating backstories/bios, so i came with this one smashed together in 5 minutes

Crewmember Application

Name: Raelin Tal'dir
Race: Teleri
Role: Ship Helmsman/Tactical Officer
Ship: -

Spoiler: Skills (click to show/hide)

Close combat skill: 4 + 4 = 8
Ranged combat skill: 4 + 11 = 15
Ship Weaponry skill: 2
Medical skill: 4 + 6 = 10
Mechanics skill: 2
Engeneering skill: 2
Social skill: 4 + 4 = 8
Driving: 2
Piloting(Fighters): 2
Piloting(Large ships): 4 + 5 = 9

Portable field hospital (500)

Medium quality ranged weapon:

M-90 Indra

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

(500)

10 rounds of ammo

0 Credits Remaining.

Spoiler: Yep. Biography. (click to show/hide)

Raelin is obviously a female of the Telerin Race, but what exactly are the Teleri?

Superficially, the Teleri are and appear very similar to humans, though they are generally taller and slimmer. Teleri have faster metabolic rates than humans, and their sensory skills are more advanced -especially in the realm of hearing, in order to adapt with their ever changing environment and climate on their homeworld, Edhelin. Day can easily shift to night and back within a few hours, due to the dual moons that orbit their planet, which itself revolves around two blue suns.

The Teleri are known to be very spiritual in their daily lives, valuing the thoughts, mind-sets of others and their perspective. Much of their culture is based on the passing of the Ages, with every Age significant to the events that occur in society. Wealth, Luxury and Self-gratification is second-priority to self-preservation and social survival.

Now, young Telerin at the age of about seventeen years of age, are required to undertake a Proving in order to mark their passing from a youngling into full adulthood. This Proving serves as an opportunity for the youngling to learn intrapersonal talents that couldn't be easily discovered whilst in a community, to discover themselves along the way, and to learn to appreciate life among others. This also serves as an opportunity for their military forces as it tests the individual in all aspects of their life, focusing on how an individual can perform if isolated and left to fend for themselves. Every individual Proving is a major event in a Telerin's life, their whole family gathers to see the youngling off, and they are given family heirlooms, memorable advice and personal gifts, passed from elder to youngling as a reminder of their eternal bond to their roots. The youngling cannot return until they have slain one of the many lethal creatures that roam the areas and secure a trophy that could stand the test of time -most preferably, the weapon that the creature uses to try to kill them, and return to a general location only disclosed between the youngling and the Prover, one of the government officials that oversee the whole process. The blood of the slain creature would then serve as a temporary tattoo along the face of the Telerin, made in their own personal style to signify the truth, as most corpses in that certain area are quickly scavenged and devoured by the beings that dwell there, bone and all.


"Rae" carries with her a Moonwolf fang, which hangs on a chain dangling by the necklace on her neck. It is believed that the Moonwolf was an elusive and predatory creature on the twin moons, able to achieve sentience and dominance among the other hostile creatures.

Possible employers

Spoiler: Rezavres Ethedel; Captain Extraordinnaire (click to show/hide)

Name: Rezavres Ethedel
Race: Human
Role: Captain
Ship: Godsplitter (other spoiler)
Skills:
Inventory: Captain's Clothing.
Appearance: A little taller than average but stronger than his looks suggest; thigh-length straight black hair tied in a braid, young face and light-green eyes with gray speckles. He is usually seen in a black commander longcoat trimmed red reaching the top of his feet and also donning a black officer cap of similar design and trim.
Bio: Rez does not remember much of his life before being captured except for small excerpts due to attempts of mental indoctrination an trauma, but he knows he used to be happy. The sour remembrances he holds after being taken, though, still stain his memory very clearly. When he was naught but a child, many common people of his small civilization in an almost-forgotten galaxy sector were taken from their homes by a raid sponsored by a Conglomerate of private companies interested in mantaining a free workforce of slaves.
He was kept captive in inhuman conditions for more than a year, enough time for his already shoulder-length hair to grow unimpeded, which only caused more trouble for him. He was beaten, he was dragged around and he was called a sissy girl. The boy, who now had already turned into a teen, feared for his life. He feared for what the slavers would do next. He feared for the destination, where the crew said they would be treated even worse than the dogs they already were.
The lack of a real jumpdrive on the old, decrepit ship (they only had following jumpdrives) made the trip long, but when the hunk of metal finally approached its destination, a revolution erupted inside the ship after a new attempt of violence by the slavers. Both sides sustained heavy losses, but the captives prevailed, with one of them tearing his former guards to shreds in extreme glee. That person was Rezavras.
The following weeks saw fierce battle between the Planetary Defense Forces of the puppet government of the nearby planet and the former captives, which had taken the ship. They fought with dogged efforts, and even while being an overall asshole, Rez was able to seize control of the Resistance due to his masterful control over the ship's guns and ferocious melee combat style. The fact he could drive the obsolete piece of metal when needed and make emergency repairs also helped.
The amount of blood spilt in the fire exchanges, plus the fact that the captives had managed to capture a smaller ship with an unexpected boarding action, had such a devastating effect on the regular troops' morale that the Conglomerate offered freedom to all the slaves and a job to the youth.
His team killed the assassins dressed as emissaries and then the companies finally offered the real deal. He graciously accepted it and proceeded to get a custom ship made for him, recruit a crew and then put his plan to betray the Conglomerate in motion, which revolves around the complete destruction of their business and their lives.
As of this moment the first phase has started and after destroying several key space-stationed structures of the Conglomerate, at least the nearest enemy ship, a cargo liner carrying supplies and with a small escort of fighters, is closing in to check on what has ocurred.


Close combat skill: 4+12
Ranged combat skil: 4-2
Ship combat/Heavy weaponry skill: 4+12
Medical skill: 4-2
Mechanics skill: 4+6
Engineering skill: 4-2
Social skill: 4-2
Driving: 4-2
Piloting(Fighters): 4-2
Piloting( Large ships): 4

>Yes, he is a very good ship gunner/heavy weapons user and melee fighter, due to their instinctive nature (heavy weapons being mostly about carrying huge guns and shooting than aiming). His lack of training, though, makes him unable to use a normal gun even if it is needed to save his own life. He is also kind of an ass, although an accomplished tactician. FTW.

Spoiler: Ship; Godsplitter (click to show/hide)

Length:600 Total size: 1350

Front section:

Deck 1: 124/200
Active radar: 50
Bridge: 34
Lifesupport: 40
Heatsinks:10 (500)

Deck 2: 124/250 (-1000)
Radiators (124)

Midsection:

Deck 1: 74/200:
Follower Jumpdrive: 54
Shield generator: 20

Deck 2: 129/250 (-1000)
Radiators (124)

Aftsection:

Deck1: 130/200:
Nuclear generator: 130 (-1300)
Deck2: 1/250 (-1000)
VASIMIR engines: 150 (-1500)
Flakturret: 5x2 (-1000)
Laserdefense: 5x4 (-1000)

Power management:
-675
-250
-100
-60
-54
-34
-80
-5
_____+
1258 (Note that while this ship produces enough power to run all it's functions continuus, yours doesn't have to.)

Heat management:
Generators: 65
Used power 1258/2:+ 629
Wasted power 0*2:+ 0
-75 (Natural radiation)
-620 (radiators)

Cargo: 604

That should be about everyone. Note that I might increase the player count or even the amount of ships if all goes well.

[Caellath]

@Cael: Also, have you decided if I'm going to be on your crew yet?

I would most certainly pick you and Tiruin. Always need your character to blow things up and Tiruin's to try and patch up the situation. The lack of applications most certainly has nothing to do with it.

[Donuts]

Am i on the crew? I can fix all those fighters yer got there :3

[10ebbor10]

Am i on the crew? I can fix all those fighters yer got there :3

Probably. However, at the moment we aren't even sure who's going to be the captain, let alone who's on the crew. Tyrin just asked me to group all signups so that's what I did. The ships haven't been finished yet.

[Caellath]

I am in the process of foaming from the mouth and editing my sheet post.

[10ebbor10]

I am in the process of foaming from the mouth and editing my sheet post.

The system isn't that bad, right ?

Also, feel free to repost it.

[Tiruin]

So...I'll be the Godsplitter's Helmswoman then? Leaving the Medic slot open? (Thinking about our survival here)

Any Viewer: We still have one more Player slot! (IronyOwl)

Edit: Oh my. Am I the only one who thinks Social skills have an effect in a galaxy that wants to kill you? 

[Donuts]

I shall fix ze damages zat we get if we hit ze needle on ze explosive stuff!

[10ebbor10]

I shall fix ze damages zat we get if we hit ze needle on ze explosive stuff!

That is, if there's still a needle. Really, jump core meltdowns/ malfunctions can turn out to be nasty.( They can also transport your ship 50 meter to the left, depending on how good you roll)

[Donuts]

Drill 'em up the arse!

[Caellath]

The GM convinced me to not use the needle unless I am planning on asploding the whole cast of PCs. I may keep the idea in the form of the drilling missiles.

[Tiruin]

Crewmember Application

Name: Raelin Tal'dir
Race: Teleri
Role: Ship Helmsman/Tactical Officer
Ship: -

Spoiler: Skills (click to show/hide)

Close combat skill: 4 + 4 = 8
Ranged combat skill: 4 + 11 = 15
Ship Weaponry skill: 2
Medical skill: 4 + 6 = 10
Mechanics skill: 2
Engeneering skill: 2
Social skill: 4 + 4 = 8
Driving: 2
Piloting(Fighters): 2
Piloting(Large ships): 4 + 5 = 9

Portable field hospital (500)

Medium quality ranged weapon:

M-90 Indra

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

(500)

10 rounds of ammo

0 Credits Remaining.

Spoiler: Yep. Biography. (click to show/hide)

Raelin is obviously a female of the Telerin Race, but what exactly are the Teleri?

Superficially, the Teleri are and appear very similar to humans, though they are generally taller and slimmer. Teleri have faster metabolic rates than humans, and their sensory skills are more advanced -especially in the realm of hearing, in order to adapt with their ever changing environment and climate on their homeworld, Edhelin. Day can easily shift to night and back within a few hours, due to the dual moons that orbit their planet, which itself revolves around two blue suns.

The Teleri are known to be very spiritual in their daily lives, valuing the thoughts, mind-sets of others and their perspective. Much of their culture is based on the passing of the Ages, with every Age significant to the events that occur in society. Wealth, Luxury and Self-gratification is second-priority to self-preservation and social survival.

Now, young Telerin at the age of about seventeen years of age, are required to undertake a Proving in order to mark their passing from a youngling into full adulthood. This Proving serves as an opportunity for the youngling to learn intrapersonal talents that couldn't be easily discovered whilst in a community, to discover themselves along the way, and to learn to appreciate life among others. This also serves as an opportunity for their military forces as it tests the individual in all aspects of their life, focusing on how an individual can perform if isolated and left to fend for themselves. Every individual Proving is a major event in a Telerin's life, their whole family gathers to see the youngling off, and they are given family heirlooms, memorable advice and personal gifts, passed from elder to youngling as a reminder of their eternal bond to their roots. The youngling cannot return until they have slain one of the many lethal creatures that roam the areas and secure a trophy that could stand the test of time -most preferably, the weapon that the creature uses to try to kill them, and return to a general location only disclosed between the youngling and the Prover, one of the government officials that oversee the whole process. The blood of the slain creature would then serve as a temporary tattoo along the face of the Telerin, made in their own personal style to signify the truth, as most corpses in that certain area are quickly scavenged and devoured by the beings that dwell there, bone and all.


"Rae" carries with her a Moonwolf fang, which hangs on a chain dangling by the necklace on her neck. It is believed that the Moonwolf was an elusive and predatory creature on the twin moons, able to achieve sentience and dominance among the other hostile creatures.

Edited to include some skill in piloting.

[Donuts]

The GM convinced me to not use the needle unless I am planning on asploding the whole cast of PCs. I may keep the idea in the form of the drilling missiles.

Long range drilling their ammo stocks