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Spoiler: Latica (click to show/hide)

Character Name: Latica Kaljet
Origin: Daroth, an inhospitable, barren planet at the farthest reach of its star system, with gravity so weak that artificial gravity is needed to keep the inhabitants' bone mass from decaying. It is inhabited by an organization of peaceful monks in a colony of self-sufficient bionetworks.
Bio: Latica is a member of a spacefaring species whose true name was lost to the ages, and now simply dubbed the "Leporines". They are similar to a human, except that their body structure is designed to be more lithe and athletic than a human's. Their name come from the long ears they possess, which humans say is similar to that of a rabbit's, if said rabbit is human-sized, obviously.

Latica was born from a father who was a former outlaw turned monk, and an unknown mother. His father brought him along when he landed on the Darothian Order's colony, asking to join them and raise his son in the peaceful, sterile environment of Daroth. While his father was accepted into the Order, it was conferred that the boy will have his own choice when he come of age. Latica grew up in the dark planet with a worrying enthusiasm in training in the combat simulators used by the guard monks, yet he also studied about the Darothian art, although he is not exactly "good" at it. When he came of age, he expressed his desire to leave the planet to explore the vast universe, and was sent off. He applied for work in the Guild as an opportunity to be able to see new places while earning money.
Specialties: Like all other monks, he is incredibly perceptive of his environment. One noteworthy skill of note from this is that Latica can navigate naturally in perfect darkness using noise, although he easily gets overwhelmed when there are too many things going on.

Latica is trained in using throwing weapons and in close quarters combat with his stun-staff.

[WillowLuman]

Fuel is relatively cheap for KX9, we don't exactly use money outside of transactions with other civs. If Valrak or I needed a pickup, we could just ping at the nearest Denworld and have them send a droneship.

Also why haven't you gotten a bioaug or implant that lets you inhale oxygen? It's not like the ones KX9 are willing to sell aren't particularly expensive, the cost is just four times the materials needed to build them or an equivalent level of power. Probs could get one for free if you let Researchcore have a look at you, pretty sure your race isn't catalogued yet.

"It's not quite that simple. You respiratory types tend to take a few things for granted... no offense. For starters, an outer coating that retains internal moisture. I risk dessication if I emerge from water for long. And then there's the buoyancy. We aren't really adapted for supporting our own weight outside of water. Crawling around here would be quite uncomfortable, to say the least. I've donned a pressure suit to try out the walking life a few times in the past, and each time never made it very far."

[~Neri]

I have taken pictures of the von Hapsburg system and posted them here. These come from SpaceEngine, go check that out!

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((FML))

On top of the pinging at WARDEN, Nerin does a second ping to see if there are other KX9 in the system.

((Likely at least a 49e or 35 in a research facility or two, maybe even an 18 paired with a 35, maybe 37's or 59's in security forces. Possibly a 51 in sec or military forces.))

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Spoiler: Geneline 49e (click to show/hide)

A subbranch of Geneline 49, their long term recall is notably better due to datastorage implants. They also are considerably more curious then normal 49a's. Their implants are otherwise the same as 49a, lacking the hacking suite of 49b but keeping the sensor suite. They were designed as research assistants. They are extremely common, due to the rapid germination and large litters of all 49's.

Spoiler: Geneline 35 (click to show/hide)

Based off of Geneline 18, they are considerably more methodical and are rarely impulsive, they still have the sky high curiosity of 18's, but they think before doing. Prerevolt they were used as lab technicians and research assistants, with some working in lowtier administrative positions. Many of them enjoy paperwork and the Geneline shares an affinity for math and logic. Postrevolt, many work as scientists and many work as lawyers. They are considered considerably more evil then human lawyers since they actually enjoy the paperwork. They are fairly common.

Spoiler: Geneline 18 (click to show/hide)

Take a child, inject a massive quantity of caffine into their bloodstream, and implant an encyclopedia of random facts into their brain. Then shoot their curiosity so high that it flies into orbit. That should give you an idea of the normal personality of this fairly rare Geneline. They were bred to provide an out of the box view of things for GenTec scientists. Mentally they are children, intimidatingly smart children, but still children. They were responsible for the accidental creation of Genelines 19 and 26. Curious as a cat, extreme impulsivity, and uncanny levels of intelligence are not something meant to mix with a hyper child. Since the addition of encyclopedia databanks, the problems have slowed down. Prerevolt they were research assistants and occasionally self appointed interior "decorators." Post revolt, they work as research assistants, artists, writers, and sculptors. They are fairly rare due to long germination and lack of interest in reproduction.

Spoiler: Geneline 59 (click to show/hide)

The last Geneline created before the revolt. Intended as corporate enforcers, they did not see service prerevolt. Post revolt they proved to be apt administrators and organizers. Many work as ranking officers in police forces, as well as administrators on Denworlds. Implants include a datanet uplink, a crimenet database uplink, a midtier hacking suite, and a midtier sensor suite. They boast a better regeneration then many KX9, allowing limbs to regrow in a few days rather then the average months to years. They are common but not extremely so. Slightly faster then human germination and average one or two pups.

((Kevak... I appreciate your eagerness, but I would avoid sticking your race into too many places at once. It's only 1000 years into the future, so it's highly unlikely for there to be billions of KX9's on just any old planet. They'd have to make some serious, erm, reproductive efforts.

You can create your own systems and populate them as you wish! I have no problem with that, although I'd try to keep population counts low since raw physical manpower isn't really in demand when you have futuristic automation technology. Millions of people is considered a major population center, hundreds of thousands is the largest nonhabitable worlds usually get, a place like Askarian might have just tens of thousands, etc.))

((Some of the various Geneline's reproduction is quite rapid you know~ Outside a Denworld there are likely to be at most a handful per populated system. Often just one or two or even none. I see it as maybe 250-300 years since GenTek began experiments, which is more then enough time for the rapid ones to build numbers.))

Fuel is relatively cheap for KX9, we don't exactly use money outside of transactions with other civs. If Valrak or I needed a pickup, we could just ping at the nearest Denworld and have them send a droneship.

Also why haven't you gotten a bioaug or implant that lets you inhale oxygen? It's not like the ones KX9 are willing to sell aren't particularly expensive, the cost is just four times the materials needed to build them or an equivalent level of power. Probs could get one for free if you let Researchcore have a look at you, pretty sure your race isn't catalogued yet.

"It's not quite that simple. You respiratory types tend to take a few things for granted... no offense. For starters, an outer coating that retains internal moisture. I risk dessication if I emerge from water for long. And then there's the buoyancy. We aren't really adapted for supporting our own weight outside of water. Crawling around here would be quite uncomfortable, to say the least. I've donned a pressure suit to try out the walking life a few times in the past, and each time never made it very far."

Exoskeleton?

[WillowLuman]

"Funny you should mention it. An old friend of mine was working on an ambulatory exoskeleton suit. Last I checked, though, it was nowhere near our natural flexibility. I'd once considered sticking legs on this machine, but it would have made it far bulkier. Tell me, does this researchcore have any presence around here? I'm under a sort of obligation to contact new scientific entities."

[~Neri]

No, you'd have to get permission to visit a Denworld, pretty rare for a non KX9 to be allowed to enter outside of emergency repairs or refueling. Although being potentially uncatalogued might get you temporary entry.

[_DivideByZero_]

Roll 3
Intermission

Port Newton Bar, Northern Ridge, Askarian | 233d/3008AD

Von Hapsburg System

Port Newton Bar
Medium Chatter (+1 to deception, -1 to intellect)

Ask the manager about the location of the vendor.

"That would be Maximilian de Cartara. I'd give him a call if I could, but this place don't got no connection. He's a freelance trader, buyin' goods for cheap and sellin' for gold."

"Okay, okay, I get it, no fighting in the bar.  I'll have another then."  He shot his drink down, then looked at the bartender.  "Guess you want us to take it outside, then?"

"Wuzzat? I never said nothin'. Never seen this happen before..."

Orion flicks the switch a fourth time.

"I am amused."

He walks back toward his table, continuing to chuckle. By now, Ziggo's already walked off with the loot.

"You obviously don't know what... err, who you're dealing with. I consider this already settled."

He sits down and reaches for his bag and realizes it's open. He bends down beneath the table to look for its contents, thinking they've fallen out.

Nidoma walks over to pick up the red bead that rolled underneath the bench; examining it before flicking it at the head of the bozo who dropped it. Letting out a sigh she wanders off to find her commanding officer.
'At least it isn't the Conscript Legion.'

((Note: Arial is not part of the guild.))

You approach the bench the bead rolled under and hear it still rolling. You catch it as it emerges from the other side and give it a strong flick. (1/3) It bounces off Ziggo's head and rolls onto the floor, bouncing a few times with a loud rattling noise. Its original owner notices, and looks up.

"Hey! Where'd you get that!?" he yells, flipping the switch on his head a fifth time directly after.

He scrambles out and starts rushing toward the red bead, now rolling down a slight incline due to a defect in the floor panels, in McMarlo's direction.

...

You remove yourself from the situation ASAP by heading back to the mouth of the airlock and awaiting your shuttle pilot, Jaina Smith. She emerges soon enough, recognizable by her pilot's helmet. Taking it off, she notices you standing by and asks you what's going on.

"Say, what's going on inside the bar? Is Arial in there?"

Take one energy cell, the laptop, and the cylindrical thing. If I need both arms to carry all of them, crouch and waddle away with only hind legs.

[6/4] You can't resist holding as much as possible and stand three cells on top of the laptop along with the cylindrical thing, carrying it away like a tray. Something hits you in the back of the head, however, and you look back to notice Orion rushing at you! Actually, he's moving toward the thing that hit you in the head: a red bead, shining even in the dim light of the bar.

Action: Sooth the crowd with my time-tested and guild approved comedy routine[/size]

[1/6 = uh oh] Before you can continue, you hear a small, hard object rolling behind you. Turning around, you see a red marble moving towards you on the floor. As you rotated your body, however, the chicken under your SpaceCoat™ came loose and fell out, jerking around uncontrollably due to the spring-loaded mechanism inside of it. The chicken bounces around for a bit before landing on top of the red bead.

Suddenly, the chicken starts glowing bright red, collapsing into a pile of twisted parts and molten rubber.

[WillowLuman]

(Aah! Ninja'd by turn!)
(I should probably submit an action or something)

No, you'd have to get permission to visit a Denworld, pretty rare for a non KX9 to be allowed to enter outside of emergency repairs or refueling. Although being potentially uncatalogued might get you temporary entry.

"Well, I'll keep that in mind." Atlos pulled a lever, causing a small mechanical arm to emerge from his travel unit and tap on the counter, attempting to catch the barkeep's attention.

Suddenly, a spring-loaded chicken falls to the floor. "My word! Say, is that fellow a human?"

[~Neri]

No, that's a chicken. Apparently metallic and not actually organic.

Valrak scans the smoldering and molten chicken.

[WillowLuman]

"No, not the... chicken, that person who dropped it."

[_DivideByZero_]

Valrak scans the smoldering and molten chicken.

Detected: Mostly synthetic rubber of unknown origin. Small quantities Np3091 Spring Steel. Traces of lead.

[~Neri]

That appears to be some sort of birdmanthing. Likely catalogued. Not human.

Valrak relays the data to Nerin. Nerin does a scan with his superior sensor suite. Chickens don't start burning for no reason.

[_DivideByZero_]

Valrak relays the data to Nerin. Nerin does a scan with his superior sensor suite. Chickens don't start burning for no reason.

Detected: [6/4] Detected: High infrared emissions, due to heat. Traces of gamma, x ray emission from center of pile.

[~Neri]

Nerin focuses in on the center of the pile.

[_DivideByZero_]

It's covered in chicken.

[~Neri]

((Is it multispectrumblocking chicken?))