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[Parsely]

This game is a part of the universe that was created in its father thread. Interaction between the two is entirely feasible.
Players may not own living characters on both threads simultaneously. You have been warned.

Out of Character Thread
Stasis pods line the Migrant Compartment. Small status lights wink a deep bluish hue that spills out across the dull steel bulkhead, deepening the gloom that envelops deck. The machinery purrs quietly through its cracked shell, spouting tubing and pipework that hisses and rattles deep into the cavernous bulkhead of the freighter Mythology, which has been underway now for nearly a decade.

As the freighter approaches the end of its hushed journey, green text plays across the inside of your eyelids as the pod's subroutines engage, lulling your consciousness out of its slumber and prompting your input.


Migrant, who are you? I reserve the right to edit your character sheet. Mostly just for grammar and clarifications to your chosen traits. I may also remove, alter, or even add items to your inventory!

Spoiler: Migrant Information Sheet (click to show/hide)

What Is Your Name Migrant?: Choose a first name and a surname. You're spacemen damn it so have some fun with it by God!

Describe Yourself, Migrant: A physical description and at least a small bit of origin are in order so that everyone knows who is dying and when. A detailed origin might earn you a special bonus if its well done. I tend to encourage the well-thought and smash the hasty.

What Skills Do You Have, Migrant?: Being a Migrant is an unending fight for survival, so pick three useful, specific abilities that you will be well versed in along with one profession. For Example: Mechanical Engineer - Boxing, Programming, Crocheting. Your profession will come with certain responsibilities and occasionally privileges. Remember, you need to work together with one another in order to endure the environment and construct a successful society, so try to choose the job that will best complement yours and your friends' abilities!

What Did You Bring On Your Voyage, Migrant?: All migrants begin with a Class A Atmosphere Suit capable of sustaining a human being in extreme temperatures and high gravity conditions, 5 units of rations, a number of credits, and several items pertaining to your trade (mostly just specific things. if you're a robo-tinker we'll just assume you have all the tools you would need to repair or reprogram one). The settling group of colonists also have prefabricated Habitat, a Resource Processing Module, and a Solar Module, a scout rover for transporting Migrants and cargo that is tailored to fit the environment it is deployed in, and a Migrant Requisition Unit (MRU).

Who Has Embarked on This Voyage? Please check your migrant's final inventory here.

Spoiler: Migrant Charters (click to show/hide)

Moved to the OOC thread.

A Bit of Friendly Advice to All Migrants!
YOU MAY BE SUBJECTED TO ADVERSE GRAVITATIONAL OR ATMOSPHERIC CONDITIONS
KEEP IN MIND THE PLANET THAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN WHILE CONSIDERING YOUR INVENTORY

Have a pleasant journey migrant.

[Parsely]

Gameplay:
All actions are to be bolded and all in-character dialogue is to be italicised and may be coloured. Out-of-character dialogue is to be contained within ((a double set of parentheses)). Multiple actions may be undertaken at once, and will be performed in the order and manner specified, and each take the according amount of time to accomplish.

The dice rules are thus:
[Lower Than 1] - Blew Up In the Hanger: You are guaranteed to lose limbs, life, equipment, jobs, friends, dignity, etc. The severity of the loss goes in accordance with however many points below 1 you have fallen. God forbid you ever get a zero.
[1] - Utter Loss: It didn't work, and you've likely made the situation worse in the process.
[2] - Failure: Whatever you were trying to do, it didn't pan out.
[3] - Ineffective: Your action was successful, but it hardly made a difference.
[4] - Success: It worked, and with the intended results.
[5] - Pure Victory: The action went just as you planned it, and you even managed to get something else in too.
[6] - Pyrrhic: The action went as planned, but with unexpected side effects.
[Higher Than 6] - I Don't Understand: You are guaranteed to gain limbs, life, equipment, jobs, friends, dignity, etc. The value of the gain goes hand-in-hand with the amount of points above 6 that you have risen.

Example: Draws submachine gun and unloads in the nearest hostile creature's face.  Die hellspawn! [5 Weak eyesight -1, rifle champion +1, well within range +1=6] Your weapon blares and the monster's twisted face is instantly eviscerated, exploding in a magnificent shower of blood and grey matter, staining the walls of the cavern a deep crimson as he slumps to the ground. You also hit Joe in the arm. Why did you hit Joe in the arm?

Inventory:
The items in your Equipment section will be dropped with and stored in your pod, so make sure to retrieve it when dropped. Credits are stored electronically through the MRU. The only clothing you will be permitted to wear is standard isue along with your Atmosphere Suit.

The MRU:
Any colonist can requisition personal items using the MRU which will be delivered instantly to it. Ballistic magazines and energy battery packs can also be reloaded and recharged at the MRU. Larger items such as structures and vehicles may require assembly upon delivery. Item prices will be determined on a case-by-case basis. You can ask for anything.

A REMINDER TO RANGED WEAPONS USERS
Ballistic weapons are severely outdated in this age. Some people still use them for their stopping power, mostly hunters. An energy weapon can potentially be more deadly than a rifle, but keep in mind that if a creature is charging you, it will not slow down when you shoot it. In contrast, most energy weapons' projectiles will continue forever, with only a few exceptions to the rule. Thus, they have no maximum range, and are much simpler to use to fire upon distant targets.

[Parsely]

M-5 has been chosen.

Where will you settle Migrant? You all need to come to a consensus on this one; there will be three planets total when I'm finished. I have decided to allow future migrants to embark and colonise different planets. Hooray for galactic conflict! Your choice of planet will have a heavy impact on the way the game will be written and played.

Potential Colonies:
Planet M-5: A Sun-sized tropical planet with optimal gravity and atmosphere to support human life. Recent explorative teams were sent to the planet and are conducting surveys on site. Their reports contained detailed accounts of extremely large and complex plant life, with reports on animals being almost nonexistent. Last report was 2.35 Cycles ago. Water and oxygen will not be a problem on this planet, however food could prove to be a complication. The local flora will also prove extremely difficult to control if the exploration teams' requests for incendiaries are taken into consideration. Once you succeed in clearing some land, you may be able to start an extremely lucrative farming operation if any valuable crops can be discovered on site or imported to be grown. The cost of a well-established colony could become a major concern, as aggressive plant life may have to be managed and cleared daily to prevent reclamation of the land.

Planet L-12: A mountainous desert planet that is perpetually freezing despite night time only coming once every 9 cycles. The planet is famous for being the first intergalactic body to be set foot upon in the history of man. Unfortunately, it has since been forgotten and the status of the inhabitants is unknown at this time due in part to the difficult weather patterns impeding transmission. Constant meteor showers mean that shelter is very important and must be taken into account when settling this planet. Initial surface scans indicated abundant reserves of frozen water and spice which can be sold for a profit if refined. Several mining operations were once present on the planet and could potentially contain intact refining equipment. Anomalous gravitational occurrences have been reported, as well as records on the abnormal activities of the magnetic poles, making land navigation a challenge without advanced equipment. Wildlife has never been purported to exist here, which puzzles researchers to no end.

Planet O-19: Quite literally a ball of ice, this world is primarily consisting of frozen mercury, and lies just beyond the outer rim of the destination solar system. Once every three days its elliptical orbit passes particularly close to Sun Beta and the surface is temporarily rendered liquid. The planet is rather close to the system's asteroid belt, and experiences frequent meteoroid showers and even the occasional asteroid strikes. Primitive intelligent life has been purported to exist somewhere on the pocked and marred surface of O-109, and has even been rumoured to have constructed the beginnings of what we now know as society. Researchers speculate that they have likely already surpassed the Age of Stone and moved on to forging more complicated tools from the frozen mineral deposits secreted within the belly of the planet. It has an Earth-like atmosphere, but the air would turn to ice in your lungs despite this. The storms are said to be particularly deadly when they pick up.

[mesor]

I'll get my char up once im home.

Name : Leon Riggs.
Describe yourself : 5 ft 9 with long tangled black hair. Grey eyes and no beard, Leon is lightly built and fast on he's feet. He has scars lacing he's arms and leg's and one jagged scar coming down the left side of he;s face across hes eye all in the shape of claws from he's various hunts.
Profession : Hunter, Skills : Compound bow hunting, Stealth, Martial arts ( Can I have this skill back? I never really got to enjoy it last time )
What I brought : Class A Atmosphere Suit, 5 Units of Rations, 100 Credits, High Velocity Compound Bow, 30 Steel Tipped Arrows , Trap making equipment and basic trap materials ( Long length of Wire , Large collection of metal spikes in multiple sizes , long length of rope ) several knives in varying sizes.

[10ebbor10]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

 What Is Your Name Migrant?: Robert "Ironarm" Quintilianus

Describe Yourself, Migrant: Hailing from the planet of New Rome, Robert originally worked as an Engineer in the local shipyard. However, during the famine and the following rebellion 21 years ago, these shipyards where largely destroyed. Robert joined the rebellion, and while it seemed the would win for some time, the revolution's fate was sealed with the nuclear attack on the Argonica, a large spacestation in orbit around the planet, where all rebel leaders had gathered for peace negotiations. Robert managed to escape the burning station, together with only a hundred of it's threethousand inhabitants, and was forced to flee. His arm was lost in the fire, and was replaced by a cybernetic replacement, carrying a variety of usefull tools.


What Skills Do You Have, Migrant?: Astro-Engineer
- Construction,
- Repair and maintenance
- Piloting

Inventory:
-Starting stuff
-Multitool
-Arc cannon (Originally used to kickstart heavy machinery, this thing can be usefull as welding equipment or to scare of dangerous wildlife. Uses Custom power cells, rechargeable)
-Some rations
-Modified "Crawler" repair droid (6 limbed, quite small, slow, but strong enough to carry various things. Also functions as pet.)
-Pocket computer
-Industrial sealant nanogel (Multiple cannisters. Rated to patch hull breaches in space)

[crazysheep]

Reserving a spot.

Spoiler: Migrant K2055 (click to show/hide)

What Is Your Name Migrant?: K'Dur "Kyle" L'Scraphead, 19 Terran Standard Years old.

Describe Yourself, Migrant:
Naturally small compared to most Terran males (159cm, 45kg), Kyle hails from the Terran colony of Firenze. Firenze has a higher than average gravity, which caused most Firenzians descended from Terrans to be smaller than average to compensate for the higher gravity.
Kyle grew up in Zincroofs, a shantytown on the outskirts of Firenze's scrapyard. As a child, Kyle followed in his parents' footsteps - learning how to survive off the land and its bountiful resources, in the form of space metal and space junk from the scrapyard. Sensor modules, scrap electronics, twisted metal, all of these became his playthings, the scrapyard his school.
Manuals describing a number of life skills (soldering, wiring electronics together, metalworking...) were also abundant in the scrapyard, allowing him to teach himself a number of handy skills.

When the migration crew came along recruiting, Kyle decided to utilise his skills to get off the planet. Gathering what tools he could, he joined the line of people trying to get out of Zincroofs and waited...

What Skills Do You Have, Migrant?:
Scrapheap Scavenger, Class V. Skilled in Scavenging, Jury-Rigging, and Repairing

What Did You Bring On Your Voyage, Migrant?:
All the starting stuff. Tools of Kyle's trade: 1x omnitool (tool with the capability of opening most mechanical locks and undoing most physical fastening devices, eg. screws and nuts), 1x electric soldering iron and solder, 1x multigrasp pliers (grab anything that can fit between its jaws), 1x logbook (simple PDA with stylus), 1x material scanner attachment for logbook (used to identify scrap pieces at the scrapyard).

[Xantalos]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name, Migrant? Qinzy MarQai
Describe yourself, Migrant! Qinzy is afflicted with an odd genetic disease that makes him about the size of a six-year old with the stature of an adult, about 116 cm tall. He has a peculiar form of heterochemia, with a red left eye and a brown right eye. Qinzy was born into a bad part of whatever planet he was brought up on; one of those planets with nothing but city. His parents were bad folks, and about 8 years after he was born they were killed in a space-gang shootout. Qinzy, having nowhere else to go, dove into the secret back alleys and tunnels of the planet-city. Darkness was his friend; he learned to move silently and to scavenge for food. When he ran into other (humans?), it was with other tunnel rats like himself, and he quickly learned how to scrap; to fight dirty, biting, spitting, groinshots...all that jazz. This could not last, however, and at the tender age of 23, still a child in body and mind, he got caught sneaking into The Mistress' home. He was promptly caught in the act of pilfery by The Mistress, and instead of killing him as she could've done, she for some reason decided to take pity on the strange boy, and took him in. He was fed, watered and clothed for another 3 years, and Mistress taught him to read and write and basic machinery operation; all the things an average citizen knew. Qinzy could not escape his past forever, though, and one dark night some thugs came to Mistress' house and burned it down. Qinzy barely escaped. He tried to run from the scene, burned and coughing, but the crooks were long gone, and the authorities were quick to arrive. Finding no other suspects and wanting to get back to their space-donuts, they arrested him and sent him through InterGalactic Court without a lawyer (due to a filing error) and was promptly sentenced to Migration. Now at the age of 36, body of 6, he only hopes to survive to exact revenge.
What skills do you have, Migrant? Qinzy is a Scout, and he knows how to forage for food, fight extremely dirty, and Can survive without food or water for longer than most.
What did you bring on your journey, Migrant? Along with the standard gear, Qinzy brought a dagger of sturdy space-metal, an energy gun, four battery packs for said gun, several water purifying tablets along with a water purification straw, a durable spacetent that anchors to whatever surface it's on, and a large amount of food dehydrated down to crumbs; ie one space sandwich = one crumb. And enough water for 3 days.He carries this stuff in a space-backpack.

Here's my char sheet. I hope I didn't ask for too much stuff.

[10ebbor10]

Reserving a spot.

Spoiler: Migrant K2055 (click to show/hide)

What Is Your Name Migrant?: K'Dur "Kyle" L'Scraphead

Describe Yourself, Migrant:
Naturally small compared to most Terran males (159cm, 45kg), Kyle hails from the Terran colony ship Firenze. He was born on board the Firenze, which partially explains his size. --Further details to follow--

What Skills Do You Have, Migrant?:
Scrapheap Scavenger, Class V. Skilled in Scavenging, Business, and Persuasion (mainly by shouting and making other people think they like doing things they don't actually like )

Where will you settle Migrant?

Spoiler: Chosen Colony (click to show/hide)

Planet L-12

Just so you know, absence of gravity(ie space) causes people to grow larger than normal, not smaller. Unless there was a famine on the ship, of course.

[Unholy_Pariah]

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Zalud Delerottan

Description: Zalud is 190 centimeters in height with a lean athletic build. He has short brown hair, pale skin and his left eye is hazel. A large portion of the right side of his face including his eye, cheekbone and lower jaw are exposed cybernetics. Before his injuries Zalud was one of the lead engineers in the R&D section of a private security firm that had several military contracts with the Saka Navy. During the early years of the Sakian Civil War, the R&D Depot was infiltrated by rebel spies who hacked the database before activating the facilities self-destruct. Zalud barely escaped the blast with his life, but his face and shoulders required extensive cybernetic reconstruction. After rumors began to spread that it had been an inside job, the military began a ruthless inquisition to find the person or persons responsible and extract the location and identity of the rebel spies, soon a damaged video segment conveniently surfaced implicating him in the attack. With the original surveillance logs destroyed, and thus no way to prove his innocence, he was forced to go into hiding and joined the Migrant Program in the process.

Skills: Robotic Engineer - Equipment fabrication, Researcher, Energy weapons.

Inventory: Class A Atmospheric Suit, 5 units of rations, Burst Energy Pistol w/ six spare capacitors, crate of mismatched robotic components, wrist-mounted PDA with data jack for hacking or reprogramming electronic systems.

[mesor]

First post edited.

[Parsely]

I suppose I neglected to make this apparent enough. There will be one other planet, a third, as soon as I write it in. I didn't intend for you to submit your planet with your character sheet. So please don't.

[Parsely]

Also, for those of you who haven't yet done so, you are meant to detail your own inventory. What you ask for is what you get. Once all the players are in some balancing will occur, and if you ask for nothing, then you will receive generic equipment as opposed to colourful and personalised gear.

[mesor]

Was mine ok?
I did ask for kinda a lot of equipment in mine.

[Parsely]

Was mine ok?
I did ask for kinda a lot of equipment in mine.

Don't worry about how much equipment you'll get to keep.

[mesor]

Hah ok anything I dont ill just have to buy back afterwards.
As long as I've got my bow and my trapping kit im good the rest was just to make things a little  easier .
If I try to waste the focus on a silly ankle wound this time please feel free to have the moon fall out of the sky and land on my head.