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[kilakan]

Figured we could use an OOC thread to stop cluttering up the IC thread.  It'll also help me formulate/discuss rules a bit easier.
IC Thread0

NPC's Aboard:
Mac-Disgruntled self repairing automaton, provides basic labor support and claims to handle maintenance though he is lacking most of what he needs to conduct actual repairs.

He-Who-Touches-Clouds: An insectiod alien that has control over multicolored crystalline structures which fluctuate in their magnetic power based on the frequency at which he sings.  Relatively intelligent but very unused to modern technology.  He can fly from his own power in many environments, including space by changing the way parts of his crystal cloud interact with one another and the space around them.

[kilakan]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Keregan Balzar

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Biography: Born to farmers on a now-nameless colony, Keregan developed his hatred at a young age in the way most such people seem to: through pointless personal tragedy. He lost his father to disease, his mother to pirates, his uncle and aunt to native fauna, his older sister to native flora, his younger brothers to a cliff and a small stream respectively, and his gene-modded dog to a shuttle pilot who didn't check his landing zone before touching down. Left with nothing, he was picked up in a periodic recruitment sweep by the Brethren of Holy Terra, a radical splinter group which had broken off from the old Earth First movement more than a century before.

There, his vague and childish dislike was honed into a keen weapon. Keregan trained daily to learn to distinguish vile alien weeds from noble Terran crops such as the variants of Ambrosia Asteraceae. He conducted his morning exercises by marching on and striking at posters of crude caricatures of alien life forms, and read blatantly biased historical accounts in his leisure time. As Keregan aged, he was drilled relentlessly in both the use of his weapon of choice and methods for seeking out foul aliens and race-traitors to apply it against. Released into the field at the ripe old age of seventeen, Keregan spent the next twenty years stomping on alien plants, conducting vigilante justice against alien shoplifters, and narrowly escaping lengthy prison sentences.

He was ever-loyal to the Brethren, yet each individual has their moment where they realize that their teachings are not perfectly accurate. Keregan's was the day that he witnessed one alien killing another. This, he thought, is the face of the future.

Description: Keregan is olive-skinned, blue-eyed, and clean-shaven all around, eyebrows included. He wears his badges of office proudly: an armored cloak, trousers, and vest in deep forest green, topped off by a round, tight-fitting cap with a fuzzy dongle hanging from the top.

Physical Description:

Weapon Skill (WS): 6

Ballistic Skill (BS): 1

Strength (STR): 4

Toughness (T): 3

Agility (AGI): 4

Perception (PER): 3

Intelligence (INT): 2

Willpower (WP): 3

Fellowship (FEL): 1

Skills:
  Energy Melee
  Sniff 'Em Out: One single target dominates Keregan's mind; he has double perception for the purpose of tracking and investigating that individual creature. This obsession does not shift easily: a new target can only be designated once per month unless the current target is killed or captured.
  Give No Ground: With a combination of skill and mobility, Keregan can use his blade to parry things that others might not.
  Counterstrike: A successful parry offers a chance of leaving the attacker open to a single attack in response.
 
Equipment:

Weapon-Vibration sword

Armor-Light Basic

Misc-Lockable quarters. A tiny room with a single door that can be easily locked with an inward-facing mechanism and no electronic components. The sole ventilation grate is similarly constructed. The room itself is sparse, with little more than a cot and Keregan's battered old hardwood chest.

Spoiler: Camilla Rinaldo (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female

Race: Human (Lunar)

Biography: Camilla Rinaldo was born on Earth Moon, in the lunar colony 'Galileo Rise'-to her, Earth was only a distant blue orb. Her place was the stark, yet sometimes beautiful rock strewn vistas of her home-planetoid-Earthers just call it the 'moon', but Lunars call her 'Mother'-both demanding and caring, shelter and storm in one. Most of her childhood was learning how to survive in this airless void...how to live with the shadows and silence, only broken by the crackle of radio communication. She was a lunar, and this was her life-still human, but changing...adapting. Fixing solar collectors, running zero-g ship yards and laboratories, and communication dishes was how the Lunars tended to make their living-all important Earth relay-and for the longest time Camilla was content with this. However, every Lunar is built with a certain wanderlust-for them, the endless starry sky is as close as they can touch...the normal bounds do not apply to their minds...they really only desire freedom. Trouble came to the Lunar colonies in the form of the SDF-the Sol Defense Force. Eager to expand control of the Earth governments, they began to increase their military presence in Lunar Orbit. Where before they defended her against criminals and pirates operating from the belt, now they began to oppress the citizens-even as some Earthers applauded bringing the 'De-Gene-erates' (this is, non-Earth humans with significant genetic adapations) into line. Some people might have picked up arms and fought, but the Lunars are not true warriors-they know how to defend themselves, but violence is against their nature-shooting at each other in zero-gravity tends to be fairly self defeating, when a slightly graze can compromise your suit. Instead, nearly all the Lunars fled to the stars in a single great day, in what they called the Great Journey-much to the confusion of the Earthers, who now had all they had wanted from the Moon, but lost the people who knew best how to use it.. They would always keep Mother in view behind them, but...it was clear they needed a world of their own, a world not controlled by SDF and it's unfortunate policies. It was bound to be dangerous. Many would no doubt perish. But many also hoped they would find a place to call home. In the meantime, they are content to travel the stars in their fleets and orbital depots, meeting, traveling, trading. Waiting for the call.

Camilla Rinaldo was one of these intrepid adventurers. Relatively young, with an affable air that easily attracted friends and confidants, she was always quick, mentally and physically-despite her relative lack of body strength, even less than most Lunars, due to a lack of protein in their diet. She quickly gained notice for her engineering and negotiating skills. Camilla was as multi-talented as most her people tend to be, and was viewed as optimal source to explore the great unknown, marking places for her people to settle in...needless to say, resettling a population is also not cheap-many Lunars are hard pressed to keep their ships and orbital stations running without SDF funding, and Lunar explorers tend to go forth in the idea that what they make should be help their people-credits buy a lot of food, medicine, and fuel. She has a lot of hopes, Camilla...

Physical Description: A zero G-adapted humanoid, Camilla is taller and lighter than normal female adult-about seven feet four, and only 88pds. Her body is lithe and slim, her skintone ghostly pale-moondusted, as it is called. Her eyes are slightly larger than normal, the iris's enlarged as well-they are a bright, misty grey. She moves with simple, confident grace on long legs, with the patience and agility a lunar colonist learns early in life. Her hair is a short bob, cut into twining braids-colored grey, black and white.

Stats (base 2, assign 10.  Can lower base to 1 for two stats, to get two extra points.  Max:6 in one stat.  *Subject to change as well.)

Weapon Skill (WS): 2-1=1 (+1pts)

Ballistic Skill (BS):2

Strength (STR): 2-1=1 (+1pts)

Toughness (T):2

Agility (AGI): 2+2=4(-2pts)

Perception (PER): 2+2=4 (-2pts)

Intelligence (INT): 2+2=4 (-2pts)

Willpower (WP): 2+2=4 (-2pts)

Fellowship (FEL): 2+4=6 (-4pts)

Equipment:

Weapon-Laser Ranged (L-ARG: A simple, solar powered handgun, reliable and easy to use-it can certainly kill if needed, but is also capable of incapacitating enemies by overloading their optic nerves.)

Armor-Light Armor (Lunar Mod Vac-Suit: The Lunars have developed Zero-G suits that fit them like second skins-every one is personalized for the wearer as they grow up with them, decorated with their own embellishments and enhancements. Camilla's, for example, is designed to slightly increase her strength with a modded exo-skeleton. It's also fairly stylish and sleek, fitting and accentuating her like a glove. Design wise, you could almost call it 'retro earth'-it's a shiny silver suit, like in the ancient Earth science fiction movies-with a spacious and geeky bubble dome, to fit on top of her head.

Misc-Lunar Dome: Camilla's personal place on the ship is fitted to her specs-variable gravity with adjustable settings, dry, cool climate-completely closed off from the ship by a heavy bulkhead (Lunars value privacy and don't like to share air), portions of the storage can even be sealed airtight. It's a dome shaped room, where she access nearly all her equipment and consoles at 360 degrees. Given that Lunars find gravity awkward, or even painful, it's the only place she sleep or rest in comfort. The walls of the dome are designed to be able to be brightened or dimmed by voice activation, or even to mimic the stars in a dark black sky. It's ideal for storing creatures or elements that do not respond well to standard gravity or pressure. In an emergency sense, her Dome room would be quite safe for a time, if something horrible happened to the ship.

Skills:
Zero-G Acrobatics: Camilla can move through low or no gravity with a fluidity unmatched by non-lunars.
Communications Expert: When your only contact with other humans is through machines, you learn to make them work...she's a pro at picking up signals, sending them, or keeping a line open through space interference.
Solar Engineer: Trained to make use of scant resources, Lunars enjoy using solar power for nearly everything (they call the sun, Father, of course). Camilla is highly experienced in constructing, adapting, and running solar energy systems.
Negotiation: Lunars, as a rule, don't fight each other. They do have arguments and disagreements, however-like most of her people, Camilla has learned all the ways to negotiate difficult situations without overt conflict. A quick mind and an honest face do wonders when avoiding violence.

Spoiler: Complete Char Sheet! (click to show/hide)

Name: Resun 'Blockade'

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Biography: A man from an industrial (planet?), he often times had to dodge falling girders, and was constantly operating heavy machinery and heavy lifters. Working on various suits of armors for his planet's peacekeepers, he knew his way around. He constantly practiced 'percussive maintenance' while in a lifter. After awhile, he got bored of the life of a technician and moved to the life of Xeno hunting.

Physical Description: A male man, with a fairly large build and tanned skin, his eyes are hazel, he has scraggly brown hair. He has a few scars scattered about his body.

Stats (base 2, assign 10.  Can lower base to 1 for two stats, to get two extra points.  Max:6 in one stat.  *Subject to change as well.)

Weapon Skill (WS):4

Ballistic Skill (BS):1

Strength (STR):5

Toughness (T): 4

Agility (AGI): 4

Perception (PER): 2

Intelligence (INT): 4

Willpower (WP): 3

Fellowship (FEL): 1

Skills:

Technician - Resun's fairly good at looking at a suit of armor (but not so much weapons) and finding out why they won't work.
Tinker Personality - Resun honestly enjoys just sticking bits together to see if they work or not, often times resulting in failures, but he knows a few tricks.
Armored Intuition - He knows what makes advanced armors tick, he's easily able to disable or enable these given he can recognize the model, and get close enough. (Probably gonna be useless for awhile  )
Brawler - With or without his armored suit, he knows his way around in a bar fight, while there aren't likely to be any bars where he's going, going hand-to-claw/scythe/hand/talon could be useful in some situations, even better that he's fairly skilled at it.

Equipment:

Weapon- Primitive Melee

Armor- Heavy Advanced

Misc- A technician's/tinker's room for maintaining advanced armors, or even less sophisticated armors.

(Is this good?)
Edit: Edited in the last skill!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Hector
Gender: Male
Race: Humanoid Alien
Bugography: Hector's hive came into contact with Humans some months ago; their queen was awfully surprised that humans had already made contact with others of their species, but not surprised when they turned the entire hive's social structure inside out by introducing new social-political ideas. It wasn't the first time they'd adapted new ideas. But it was the first time that the queen's importance to the hive was questioned. Eventually it was agreed upon that the queen would be allowed to be left in charge, but any number of politicians under her would be ready to become a queen should she be voted down. Hector wasn't inclined to join the new politics of the hive, but was shocked to learn that his chosen profession in life was now considered illegal because of the human alliance. And because he didn't know how to do anything else, he had to keep doing it; and in order to do that, he became an underground criminal and took on a human-ish name.
Physical Description: Hector's race looks not un-human like, at least human enough to pass as functioning members in a human-dominated society. They do have mandibles like would be expected for an insectoid race, but they really have minimal chitin (A little on their mandibles, some shoulder plates, and a little around their waist); mostly they have a red skin that resembles the pink flesh of humans. Their women have no breasts, but no hair either; instead they have tiny bits of horn. The men, like Hector, have hair on their heads like humans, but only in black. And as long as they remain undefeated in combat, they never cut it. Hector only has 5 inches of hair, and keeps one half shaved bald; a sign that he was forced from his hive in disgrace. Otherwise, Hector is built much like a strong human, the phyisical ideal of his species.

Stats:
Weapon Skill: 5

Ballistic Skill: 2

Strength: 6

Toughness: 4

Agility: 4

Perception: 3

Intelligence: 2

Willpower: 1

Fellowship: 1

Skills:
Naturally Psionic (Hector's race can communicate through thought and naturally develops a higher percentage of psionic-warriors than other races; Hector's not great at it, though, because he can't even manage telekinetic flight)
Parrying (Hector is great at blocking stuff with his weapon. Projectiles, weapons, or massive monsters, whatever)
Field Medicine (Hector can save comrade's life now, comrade can get proper medical help later)
Salvaging (Hector sees the use in everything. He hoards broken guns, collects scrap metal, and harvests all sorts of plants and monster bits. Even if he can't use most of the stuff he keeps)

Equipment:
Energy Melee weapon: Hector likes to use a super-heated axe to butcher things, and use the center of the blade where it absorbs more heat than it gives off to defend himself.
Medium Advanced armor: Hector's gear is a back-mounted pack that projects a kinetic absorption field, thermal suppression waves, and dispersion fields around himself. The pack is pretty heavy, but leaves his limbs free for imediate movement; over long distances it doesn't hold up so well. It also includes a breathing apparatus and a cap to fit his hair in.

Ship room:
An Armory: From storing Hectors collected junk, to the team's vital weaponry and armor, Hector will make sure your stuff is secure.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Nikolia "Nick" Heart

Gender:Male

Race: Human

Biography: Nick is something of a "Amateur Mad Xenobiologist", and was all his life. He takes great interest in his prey, mostly focusing himself in the anatomy of rare beasts. He typically draws detailed outlines of his targets, as one would expect to draw a machine, next to notes on how it relates to life elsewhere in the galaxy. And next to those notes are even more notes, this time focusing on potential uses for unique parts, best-tasting and tender cuts of meat, and best places to kill it. The "mad" part comes in with the fact he is a bit off the rocker, if all of this didn't give you the hint...

Physical Description: A physically unimposing man, of average hieght and build. He has shortish, curly, black hair on the top of his head, and light blue eyes. Not that you see much of him, he prefers to generally cover whatever of his body that is outside of his armor with whatever is appropriate, giving him more the appearance of a conglomeration of walking cloth.

Stats (base 2, assign 10.  Can lower base to 1 for two stats, to get two extra points.  Max:6 in one stat.  *Subject to change as well.)

Weapon Skill (WS):1

Ballistic Skill (BS):5

Strength (STR):2

Toughness (T):3

Agility (AGI): 4

Perception (PER): 3

Intelligence (INT): 5

Willpower (WP): 3

Fellowship (FEL): 1

Equipment:
Weapon-Pump-action shotgun OR Solid Ballistics


Armor-Medium basic
The armor resembles that of a modern police SWAT unit, with strands of woven black-material covering his entire body. Important areas, such as the chest, are reinforced with a dark metal. This suit isn't complete without his helmet, a thick object made of the black metal with a sheet of clear material covering the face like a set of sunglasses.

Misc- Ship part: Autopsy Locker. A small, cramped room made to perform autopsies. Drawings and notes cover most of the walls, with a cooler just large enough to fit a large dog in one end. There is, of course, a table taking up most of the middle and appropriate tools nearby. This room obviously isn't designed for whole larger creatures, appearing to be designed for focusing on a single body part he manages to bring back.

Skills:
Solid ballistics
Xenobiology: Knowledge about known (Or derived) alien lifeforms. ...Might be too short of a description.
Mechanics (Weapons): Has some knowlage on how to repair, modify, and generally deal with weapons and ammunition.
Tracking: You can not hunt what you don't find! This is the skill of finding tracks, markings, beds, and other hints at where the beasts may actually be located.

Spoiler: Culla the Calcinite (click to show/hide)

Name: Culla
Gender: Calcinite
Race: Calcinite
Biography: Calcinites are a amorphous creature that was picked up by humanity from their homeworld nearly a decade ago. Calcinites use the DNA of other creatures to generate offspring with different abilities and features - they have spread from their homeworld, hitching lifts in other species' ships - whether they know or not! As many have made new offspring based on humans, they are commonly seen as humanoid (if odd) and they have been recognised as sentient lifeforms by Earth.
Physical Description: Culla is based on human DNA, and thus is vaguely humanoid. Her form is translucent, with no visible organs besides a skeletal structure of cartilage. A powerful camera or eye could see the tiny flashes of though flicking between the cells of her body - when thinking hard, her body flickers with countless tiny flashes. As she was based on DNA from a female human, she is referred to as "she", though is technically genderless.

Stats (base 2, assign 10.  Can lower base to 1 for two stats, to get two extra points.  Max:6 in one stat.  *Subject to change as well.)

Weapon Skill (WS): 5
Ballistic Skill (BS): 2
Strength (STR): 5
Toughness (T): 6
Agility (AGI): 3
Perception (PER): 2
Intelligence (INT): 1
Willpower (WP): 2
Fellowship (FEL): 1

Equipment:
Armor- Heavy Basic: A heavy armoured spacesuit. It's sealed to prevent fluid loss. Looks somewhat like an old diving suit, with thrusters that can use suit resources or water jets when submerged. Painted yellow for high visibility underwater.
Ripperblade - a heavy chainblade with monomolecular teeth. The handle can extend to make it a glaive or compact to make it a hand-and-a-half sword.

Misc- Ship part: Waterdome - a biodome that contains an aquatic enviroment. Ideal for Culla, and capable of storing any primarily aquatic species that they encounter, dead or alive. Also doubles as a water supply, recycler and processor.

Skills:
Unpowered Melee
Powered Melee
Bio-integration: by integrating alien parts into her equipment an own biology, Culla can improve herself and her gear.
Aquatic life - the knowledge about all kinds of creature and their common traits between worlds, below the water (or whatever liquid).

[kilakan]

The Vessel-(Free Trader?)

Rooms of note-Command bridge-Three consoles in a cramped and ancient environment, the faux leather seats are cracked and smell of ancient sweat.

Mess hall-A tiny room containing a food dispenser that only makes various colored nutrient slimes, some cupboards with various dried preserves, a stove that barely gets above 'moderately warm' and a sink with water tap.  Has cubicles along one wall to allow for semi-privacy when dining, and one table with barely enough seats for the six person crew.

Engine room-Dangerously cramped, coated in ancient oils and dust.  It seems to stay together simply because the accumulated grime is too sticky to let it fall apart.  Also contains the metal locker in which Mac sleeps, and where he pretends to work most of the day.

Life support room-Open vats of bubbling waste water, a cylindrical glass tube with a tiny whirlwind inside that purifies your air and the tank that takes biological matter and turns it back into the nutrient slime that the food dispenser produces.  The tank that makes your food also makes the oils and coolants for the engines... don't ask how you don't want to know.

Crew quarters-Effectively a stack of faux wood coffins, it's the sleeping room for anyone who hasn't built on their own sleeping quarters to the ship.  It's cramped, stinks, and not made in the shape and style for any sort of life form you have previously encountered making it universally terrible for everyone.

Locked Quarters-The sleeping room of Keregan, more or less a reverse jail cell to prevent anyone getting in when the occupant wants her alone time.

Camilla's personal place on the ship is fitted to her specs-variable gravity with adjustable settings, dry, cool climate-completely closed off from the ship by a heavy bulkhead (Lunars value privacy and don't like to share air), portions of the storage can even be sealed airtight. It's a dome shaped room, where she access nearly all her equipment and consoles at 360 degrees. Given that Lunars find gravity awkward, or even painful, it's the only place she sleep or rest in comfort. The walls of the dome are designed to be able to be brightened or dimmed by voice activation, or even to mimic the stars in a dark black sky. It's ideal for storing creatures or elements that do not respond well to standard gravity or pressure. In an emergency sense, her Dome room would be quite safe for a time, if something horrible happened to the ship.
     -Unfortunately, it is partially exposed through the side of the ship and thus in danger of direct weapons fire should any combat happen.  This in turn though allows it to escape relatively unharmed should the engine go critical.

Technicians room-Contains a few dummies to dress armor in when repairing it, and all the tools needed for proper maintenance of armor systems.  The tools double as usable when repairing or constructing other objects as well though less so than more specific tools.

Armory-Hector's personal retreat and the ship's security locker.  Contains an assortment of weapons and armor systems though it pales in comparison to those found on better and newer ships.  Still relies on man-power to locate and equip any of the gear and as such won't function for the changing of cybernetic body parts.

 Autopsy Locker. A small, cramped room made to perform autopsies. Drawings and notes cover most of the walls, with a cooler just large enough to fit a large dog in one end. There is, of course, a table taking up most of the middle and appropriate tools nearby. This room obviously isn't designed for whole larger creatures, appearing to be designed for focusing on a single body part he manages to bring back.

 Waterdome - a biodome that contains an aquatic enviroment. Ideal for Culla, and capable of storing any primarily aquatic species that they encounter, dead or alive. Also doubles as a water supply, recycler and processor.

Cargo Supply-Currently retrofitted to contain 1 giant creature, provided that creature doesn't put up too much resistance.  In previous times it was used to store additional fuel and food for the crews.

Solar Array-Large black sails to allow the ship nearly indefinite operation time when within a single solar system, folds away into a heavily armored component when not in use.  The automatic deployment system is heavily damaged however and needs to be manually closed and opened.

[Twinwolf]

Spoiler: Anita Jameson (click to show/hide)

Name: Anita Jameson

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Biography:
Anita is a woman from one of earth’s farther out colony worlds, Armok. At an early age, she was supposed to join the planet’s military, and received training to that end. She never liked it though, to be honest. She wasn’t as tough, or as accurate, or as strong, as any of the other recruits. She was smart, though, and often spent her time after training buried in an old-style physical book.

Not all was well though. You see, Anita was different. Not as different as some of the friendly aliens who came by the planet now and again, but different all the same. She could do things.

It started small. Hearing a stray word, a sense of dread. But it grew. She heard voices when nobody spoke- heard her instructor’s question before it was asked, and knew the answer the same way. She saw things coming seconds before they did. And more came.

Her planet was behind on the times. They didn’t know about psionics. They called her a witch, demonspawn, and other things that couldn’t be said in polite company. As soon as she was old enough, she ran, and has never looked back. As she grew, her powers grew. Of course, she tries to keep quiet about her abilities. Who knows what an anti-psionic nut with a gun might do- but they help her make money the only way she can, with her skills: as a Xenos Poacher.

Physical Description:
A thin woman with blonde hair in a style that covers one eye, just brushing her shoulders. Possibly because of heterochromia, or possibly some result of her psionic potential, she has one blue eye and one green eye- the hair covers the green one-. She has pale skin, as though she hasn’t seen sunlight for years.

Stats (base 2, assign 10.  Two stats can be lowered to 1, giving you 1 extra point for each stat..  Max:6 in one stat.  *Subject to change as well.)

Weapon Skill (WS): 1

Ballistic Skill (BS): 4

Strength (STR):3

Toughness (T): 3

Agility (AGI): 3

Perception (PER): 2

Intelligence (INT): 5

Willpower (WP): 6

Fellowship (FEL): 1

Psionics

-Telepathy
-Precognition
-Fire Control
-Water Control
-Shield
-Telekinesis

Equipment:
Weapon- Solid Ballistics - Assault Rifle

Armor- Medium Armor - Armok Military Uniform

Skills
Psionics - Anita, although she has no formal training in the craft, has practiced her psionic abilities.
Solid Ballistics - Being that she was training to be in the army of a relatively low-tech planet, it makes sense that Anita is well practiced with ballistic weaponry.
Medium Armor - Anita is used to medium armor, having had to wear it at most times during her training.
Fast Reaction - Anita can react faster than any normal human and most aliens. If she couldn't, her precognition would be useless.

Misc- Her room on the ship is a simple one, with her bed in one corner, a bookshelf in another, and a desk and chair between them. In the center of the room, is a mat, probably for meditation.

Just putting this here for convenience. Also, linking the OOC thread in the OP of the IC, and vice-versa, is probably a good idea.

[Dwarmin]

Yep.

Also, any idea what our ship should be named?

[Stirk]

"The Boon and Crocket"?(hunting term)
"The Legal Endevour" (to throw off our enemies :p)
"The Metatarsal" (metatarsal gland= Smelly deer gland )
Whatever it is, it is only natural that it is written on the side of our ship in sharpe with a bunch of other names crossed out.

Also: gah, this game is moving fast when I can't do anything . And the gm keeps stealing all the cool text colors :<. I call....purple?

[flabort]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Hector
Gender: Male
Race: Humanoid Alien
Bugography: Hector's hive came into contact with Humans some months ago; their queen was awfully surprised that humans had already made contact with others of their species, but not surprised when they turned the entire hive's social structure inside out by introducing new social-political ideas. It wasn't the first time they'd adapted new ideas. But it was the first time that the queen's importance to the hive was questioned. Eventually it was agreed upon that the queen would be allowed to be left in charge, but any number of politicians under her would be ready to become a queen should she be voted down. Hector wasn't inclined to join the new politics of the hive, but was shocked to learn that his chosen profession in life was now considered illegal because of the human alliance. And because he didn't know how to do anything else, he had to keep doing it; and in order to do that, he became an underground criminal and took on a human-ish name.
Physical Description: Hector's race looks not un-human like, at least human enough to pass as functioning members in a human-dominated society. They do have mandibles like would be expected for an insectoid race, but they really have minimal chitin (A little on their mandibles, some shoulder plates, and a little around their waist); mostly they have a red skin that resembles the pink flesh of humans. Their women have no breasts, but no hair either; instead they have tiny bits of horn. The men, like Hector, have hair on their heads like humans, but only in black. And as long as they remain undefeated in combat, they never cut it. Hector only has 5 inches of hair, and keeps one half shaved bald; a sign that he was forced from his hive in disgrace. Otherwise, Hector is built much like a strong human, the phyisical ideal of his species.

Stats:
Weapon Skill: 5

Ballistic Skill: 2

Strength: 6

Toughness: 4

Agility: 4

Perception: 3

Intelligence: 2

Willpower: 1

Fellowship: 1

Skills:
Naturally Psionic (Hector's race can communicate through thought and naturally develops a higher percentage of psionic-warriors than other races; Hector's not great at it, though, because he can't even manage telekinetic flight)
Parrying (Hector is great at blocking stuff with his weapon. Projectiles, weapons, or massive monsters, whatever)
Field Medicine (Hector can save comrade's life now, comrade can get proper medical help later)
Salvaging (Hector sees the use in everything. He hoards broken guns, collects scrap metal, and harvests all sorts of plants and monster bits. Even if he can't use most of the stuff he keeps)

Equipment:
Energy Melee weapon: Hector likes to use a super-heated axe to butcher things, and use the center of the blade where it absorbs more heat than it gives off to defend himself.
Medium Advanced armor: Hector's gear is a back-mounted pack that projects a kinetic absorption field, thermal suppression waves, and dispersion fields around himself. The pack is pretty heavy, but leaves his limbs free for imediate movement; over long distances it doesn't hold up so well. It also includes a breathing apparatus and a cap to fit his hair in.

Ship room:
An Armory: From storing Hectors collected junk, to the team's vital weaponry and armor, Hector will make sure your stuff is secure.

Saving this for later.

I picked Orangered for my out-loud voice. Here's some more colors, though the numbered ones don't work.

[kilakan]

Oh that's helpful, and as for colored text I'll swap out any npc's colors for player colors that you want.

[flabort]

And if you really want a numbered one, you can use the hex format, such as #15317E for royalblue4: Like so.

I don't intend to intimidate the insectoid visitor, but if it happens I accept responsibility.

It occurs to me that I haven't come up with a name for the species that Hector belongs to. It's not the same as the one with which we have made contact; the flying members of Hector's species do so through telekinesis (Hector can't do it, though), and all are the size of humans.

Any ideas? It occurs to me that I'll have to explain my mandibles to the... new species.

[Shaporia]

Spoiler: Resun 'Blockade' (click to show/hide)

Name: Resun 'Blockade'

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Biography: A man from an industrial (planet?), he often times had to dodge falling girders, and was constantly operating heavy machinery and heavy lifters. Working on various suits of armors for his planet's peacekeepers, he knew his way around. He constantly practiced 'percussive maintenance' while in a lifter. After awhile, he got bored of the life of a technician and moved to the life of Xeno hunting.

Physical Description: A male man, with a fairly large build and tanned skin, his eyes are hazel, he has scraggly brown hair. He has a few scars scattered about his body.

Stats (base 2, assign 10.  Can lower base to 1 for two stats, to get two extra points.  Max:6 in one stat.  *Subject to change as well.)

Weapon Skill (WS):4

Ballistic Skill (BS):1

Strength (STR):5

Toughness (T): 4

Agility (AGI): 4

Perception (PER): 2

Intelligence (INT): 4

Willpower (WP): 3

Fellowship (FEL): 1

Skills:

Technician - Resun's fairly good at looking at a suit of armor (but not so much weapons) and finding out why they won't work.
Tinker Personality - Resun honestly enjoys just sticking bits together to see if they work or not, often times resulting in failures, but he knows a few tricks.
Armored Intuition - He knows what makes advanced armors tick, he's easily able to disable or enable these given he can recognize the model, and get close enough. (Probably gonna be useless for awhile  )
Brawler - With or without his armored suit, he knows his way around in a bar fight, while there aren't likely to be any bars where he's going, going hand-to-claw/scythe/hand/talon could be useful in some situations, even better that he's fairly skilled at it.

Equipment:

Weapon- Primitive Melee

Armor- Heavy Advanced

Misc- A technician's/tinker's room for maintaining advanced armors, or even less sophisticated armors.

Putting my character sheet here aswell.

Hey Twin, we have a bit of color overlap. If you want I can switch to lime-green?

[Stirk]

You already have the character sheets in the IC thread, you could probably move them over here without much difficulty. Twin needs to be added to it, too.

[GiglameshDespair]

I suppose I should PTW this. I wouldn't mind a rough map of the ship.

[Dwarmin]

_{Oh, we have two of those now don't we... What was the moon one's name again? I think it was Mary or something...}"

I can't believe Stirk slurred my character like this! If that's what he was trying to do. Tho I suppose he has a point. I maintain she doesn't have much a personality yet, beside being an unwilling prisoner to this criminal enterprise. I am working on it, it's being developed, etc, etc....

[Stirk]

No clue what you are talking about *innocent whistle*. _{I thought it was subtle...}

[flabort]

Who's response is who waiting on?