STAR BRICK
She once completed the Khrelan Spice Run in twelve parsecs (any merchant vessel constructed by the Imperial Sol Shipyards in the last century could make the necessary jumps in nine.)
Captains who see her come onto their viewscreen suddenly recall old tales of ghost ships, for a vessel this outdated surely must be a castaway from another time.
She once evaded an avaricious Tensarian scrap raider by powering down and pretending to be a worthless pile of debris; it did not take very much pretending.
She is the most miserable salvage sow in the Outer Rim, an alien hull patched and repaired beyond recognition, eternally wandering deep space far from anywhere anyone would choose to live. Her systems are the hodgepode product of a dozen races, with any given subsystem at least three generations out of date. Her engines are inefficient and take ages to spin up for a Deep Space Jump. Her gravity systems flicker at inconvenient times, usually just as you're about to sit in the loo. She doesn't even have a proper shipboard AI to run things, though most of the systems on board do have a generous degree of juryrigged automation. She'd fail any inspection she would be subjected to if she was taken inward, towards civilization and easy living.
She has no official registry, not with the Sol Imperium, not with the Aelyrai Caliphate, not even with the Ca'lal Republic or any number of lesser galactic powers. Her name is etched in one small corner of her tattered, battered hull, worn and weathered by plasma storms and meteoric impacts, but still legible. She is the
Star Brick, and the only reason she still sails the void is because some people have nowhere better to go.
People like you.
The
Star Brick scrabbles endlessly on the fringes of society, scrapping derelicts, mining abandoned asteroid fields, and dodging raiders and pirates and Aelyrain patrols while trying to find anything that can be turned into credits so you can to buy the fuel to do it all again. Because at the end of the day, living still beats dying.
Well, it's an RTD, it's rules-light, it's SciFi so soft it would spread on white bread and it's focused on being creative with what little you have. The Star Brick won't win many fights, and certainly won't do well in a race, so you'd better find some other way to get by!
Applications are not first come first served. Rather, I'll be selecting the crew with an eye towards creating a good group of ragtag misfits; or to put it another way, the more motley, pathetic, and unfit the crew, the better. You have a lot of leeway to make things up about your character; just remember that only the 4 raggiest, taggiest applications get to play.
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Class: A one or two word description of what your character is all about, in terms of jobs and skillsets.
Bio: At the very least, who you are and how you came to be on this ship. A short paragraph or two is fine. Yes, spelling and grammar count, and yes, I'm aware I just now used the phrase "raggiest taggiest."
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