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[Playergamer]

Spoiler: Smyt (click to show/hide)

Name: Will Smyt
Age: 23
Bio: Will was an orphan, who eventually became a lumberjack. He thought it would be all fun and nice, but it drove him insane. One day...

Profession before the Exile: Lumberjack, Hobbyist woodcrafter.
Reason for Exile: Will supposedly rolled logs down into a nearby village, killing 5. He would've been executed, but a lawyer managed to save him on an insanity plea.

What kind of world? Anywhere, he just doesn't care anymore.

(OOC: I don't like writing long bios, I like telling people my story in the game.)

[adwarf]

Looking at the video displays in the shuttle you find that your destination is a ocean world, what little land the screens display appear to be islands or chains of them that spread all across the surface, you just hope the shuttle will drop you off on one of those islands and not into the sea. The six of you are spread throughout the cramped cargo bay sitting on anything from the floor to wooden crates of something or another, you can all sense the tension in the air as the thrusters roar to life and the shuttle begins to creep out of its launch bay. For over a half an hour silence pervades the cargo bay, only broken by the occasional cough or engine hiccup until finally the shuttle begins to shake silently, and your pilot informs you that you are now entering the atmosphere.

Another half hour sees you to the surface where finally something goes wrong, as the pilot moves in to make a landing an explosion tears apart the rear engines, and sends the ship crashing onto the beach where it digs a furrow into the ground before coming to a stop some fifty feet onto the island. It takes a few minutes to open the cargo bay doors, but finally you get to step outside and have a look at your new home, in the distance out past the beach you see only endless stretches of ocean, and behind you some low grassy hills that run right up and into the dense jungle beyond. Home sweet home am I right?

Spoiler: Yoink, Baron Erik Valusos the Seventh (click to show/hide)

Health: 12/12
Armor: 0

Active Abilities: None
Passive Abilities: Skilled Leader, Lead By Example, Lead By Example

Inventory:
Duelist's Saber [Attack: 2, Atk. Speed: 3, Melee, Balanced]
Duelist's Revolver [Attack: 5, Atk. Speed: 1, Ammo: 6/6 (3 spare bullets), Ranged]
Colonial Advancement Database [A compact computer that details on the quarterly trading missions that will be made to this planet, and such]

Spoiler: Coolrune206, Rune (click to show/hide)

Health: 12/12
Armor: 0

Active Abilities: None
Passive Abilities: Skilled Craftsman, Robot Programming Job Focused

Inventory:
Rusty Pipe [Atk: 2, Atk. Speed: 2, Melee]
Technician's Toolbox [A very basic set of tools allowing you to make basic items]

Spoiler: darkpaladin109, AJ (click to show/hide)

Health: 12/12
Armor: 2

Active Abilities: Quick Shot
Passive Abilities: Investigative Eye, Untrustworthy

Inventory:
Makarov Model 9mm [Attack: 2, Atk. Speed: 2(4), Ammo: 12/12 (3 spare clips), Ranged]
Enforcer's Baton [Attack: 3, Atk. Speed: 1, Melee]
Crude Body Armor [Armor: 2]

Spoiler: Octobomb, Draik Hustler (click to show/hide)

Health: 12/12
Armor: 0

Active Abilities: Press the Advantage
Passive Abilities: Criminal Background, Criminal Background

Inventory:
Boarding Cutlass [Attack: 3, Atk. Speed: 1, Melee, Balanced]
Naval Officer's Revolver [Attack: 5, Atk Speed: 1, Ammo: 4/4(2 spare rounds), Ranged]

Spoiler: GiglameshDespair, Alek Konicek (click to show/hide)

Health: 12/12
Armor: 0

Active Abilities: Take Aim
Passive Abilities: Basic Technical Knowledge, Jokirian Outcast

Inventory:
Crude Jokirian Hunting Rifle [Attack: 5, Atk. Speed: 1, Ammo: 1/1(4 spare bullets), Ranged, Accurate]
Hunting Knife [Attack: 2, Atk. Speed: 3, Melee]

Spoiler: Harry Baldman, Dr. Helen Hope (click to show/hide)

Health: 12/12
Armor: 0

Active Abilities: None
Passive Abilities: Learned Doctor, Experienced Plastic Surgeon, Poor Life Choices

Inventory:
Concealable Knife [Atk: 2, Atk. Speed: 2, Melee, Concealed]
Basic Medical Kit [+1 to rolls when treating or operating on people if you have access to this.]

Spoiler: Exile Group's 'Home (click to show/hide)

Crashed Outdated Cargo Shuttle
- Condition: Decent, Doesn't Fly
- Supplies
    + 2 weeks worth of food
    + minimal medical supplies
    + basic tools for 10 people
    + 12 Three person tents

People:
3 Pilots [Basic Flying Skills, Basic Technical Skills]
2 Hired Guards [Decent Weapons, Basic Combat Training]
60 Exiles [Skills Unknown]

[GiglameshDespair]

Konicek stared out into the ocean waves, feeling the sand crunch beneath his boots. He rubbed a grey hand against a bump on his head.

Jungles and oceans. He felt very, very, far away from home.

[Coolrune206]

Attempt to assume control.

Speech time.

"Alright men, this is where they have sent us. This is our paradise, our home, our prison. Look back at the shuttle we arrived on. That symbolizes humanity. It reached its destination, then crashed - but we survived. We are the few who questioned things we were not meant to question, we are the few who went against the flow. We are rebels. We are survivors. And we will survive. Get into groups sorted by profession. I want scientists on the far right, engineers on the far left, and everyone else inbetween."

[Harry Baldman]

As the first semblance of authority tried to assert itself over the group, Dr. Hope realized there were more pressing concerns.

"Hey, anybody get hurt in the crash? Any broken limbs, heavy bleeding, that sort of thing?"

Ask if anybody needs help. Provide help to the most grievously wounded individuals first if there are any.

[adwarf]

I'll send PMs out to those who haven't posted actions tomorrow, if they don't post actions within two days of receiving the PM their action will be auto'd. If someone does not meet the deadlines after said PMs twice in a row they're out and moved into the waitlist while a waitlister will be put in their place.

[darkpaladin109]

Asses the state of our supplies.

[Octobomb]

"I'm fine, doctor. Anyone else back there fit and ready to help? I think we'll need everyone we can get."
Sweep revolver over area, checking for immediate threats. Have cutlass at the ready, but do not threaten anyone with it.
Point cutlass hand at Rune. Stay far enough away it can't be construed as an attack.
"And you, you're an engineer, right? You shouldn't be in command, you should be fixing stuff! I'm only qualified to lead a small squad, but at least someone back there looks like they can lead us (I hope)."

[Malus]

Waitlist, please.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Nolan Dornick
Age: 23
Bio:  Nolan grew up in the slums of the megacity Mykos, born into a life of crime in a hellhole almost impossible to escape from. When he was 15, an ordinary robbery took a turn for the worse: the man he held up was none other than an Imperial officer. The officer, proficient in close-combat, effortlessly disarmed and apprehended the untrained Nolan. He offered the boy a choice: life, or death.

Nolan chose life, and was recruited into the Imperial Navy. He trained, and studied. He learned discipline. But his sin was not one so easily forgiven — once his training was complete, rather than enlist with his classmates and comrades, he was sentenced to serve in the Imperial Penal Battalion: a ragtag collection of traitors and murderers, whose deployment was reserved for the most suicidal of missions. Assassinations in foreign territory, infiltration of rebel elements, arranging unfortunate 'accidents' for troublesome politicians — as the members were technically traitors, they were not officially members of the Empire. If they were caught, they were executed without hesitation. The State extended no protection. Their only reward for success was their continued survival. And failure? Failure meant death.

Through some miraculous stroke of luck, Nolan survived, succeeded — even excelled. Where his squad members fell, he alone would come back alive. With 12 successful missions, he'd defied death time and time again. His 13th mission would prove to be his undoing. After his long service, he was chosen as a scapegoat. His superiors assured him he need only take the fall for a political assassination. He was too valuable an asset to lose, they promised. So with blind faith, he turned himself in for a crime he did not commit. The words of his superiors were lies, of course. He was sentenced to death for treason against the Empire, but perhaps one of his military connections did take pity on him after all — the death sentence was reduced to mere exile, and he was shipped off to a tropical planet on the edge of the galaxy, escaping with his life once more...

Profession before the Exile: Long-range weapons specialist for the Imperial Penal Battalion.
Reason for Exile: Confessed to the murder of a high-ranking politican — a murder which he did not commit.

[Yoink]

Baron Erik Valusos the Seventh, despite his noble upbringing and his admiration of brave heroes throughout history, had spent the whole ordeal of the ship plummeting from the air with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, mumbling some frantic prayer whilst rocking back and forth in terror.

Now, stumbling out into the light along with the others, his clothes in disarray, the displaced nobleman attempts to recover some dignity. He straightens his back, places a smooth hand on the sword at his hip and scans the horizon intently, shielding his eyes against the glare. He waves away the doctor and speaks loudly to the group, keeping his melodious voice as steady as he can manage.
"The first thing we need to do is, ah," he thought back to various tales he'd read of adventure and ancient shipwrecks on strange islands, "Find ourselves a source of fresh water before we dehydrate. Let us head up towards the treeline, there."

He glanced towards the man making a speech, raising one neat eyebrow with poorly-hidden disdain.
"Excuse me, friend, but it seems to me we would be best off getting straight to work searching for water- any man with eyes can help to find water, regardless of their profession. We shall take stock of what and who we have just as soon as we've taken a look around in the forest up there and seen just what we're facing."
With that, he turned and strode purposefully towards the forbidding line of jungle ahead, pulling his revolver from his holster- more for the comforting feel of its grip than out of any intention to use it.

>Order my fellow survivors to follow me, scouting up towards the jungle for any sign of fresh water. Keep my revolver in hand, just in case we encounter trouble. ...Oh and uh, don't actually wander into the trees if no-one follows me.

>Keep an eye on this uppity technician fellow, too.

[GiglameshDespair]

Though he'd been sentenced to exile, such sentences had, on the rarest of occasions, been withdrawn or pardoned. Maybe...

He turned and went to the pilots, grouping with them if they were following Rune's commands.

"We need to get this ship fixed, do we not? I have some technical ability. I can help salvage what we can and maybe get the bird in the air again."

[Coolrune206]

BUMP.

[Nunzillor]

Yes let us continue so that they can die horribly and let in the waitlisterslead the party to civilization, or create it!

[Nunzillor]

I guess this is dead.  That's a shame.

[adwarf]

I guess this is dead.  That's a shame.

It is not, the turn is half complete and I'll have it posted sometime today.