-----------------The dead void-----------------[/b][/size]
Renegade fugitives in the stars[/center]
You wake with your head pounding and vision blurry, the after effects of the liquid cosh.
Head spinning you look at the row of people, across from you, each of them hooded and bound in straight jacket to the seats.
You try to move your arms and a chain rattles.
At last in dawns on you, your a prisoner awaiting transport to somewhere, that's why your bound to the chair, by steel hand cuffs.
The guards are a pair of the proverbial shaven headed jackboot wearing an frankly ugly brutes.
“Hold it, you’ve got one.” you hear as another man half shove a young woman in to the seat across from you down into the seat.
“No, she not on the manifest, you know the rules.” your guard starts to complain.
“Shove it, an stick you’re manifest up your arse, she overdue a mind-wipe this one.” he slaps her face.
“bb-But she’s a psi drone, should be on ice for a long jump like this.”
“Look sunshine, this ship's going to the reprocessing plant an so’s she.
Asteria here's got a brain lock, see?” he pinches her pale cheek an shakes her.
“You take her or you can take it up with the boss.”
She sits there across from you, her face is blank, likes a dolls with the glassy blue eyes.
The left side of her head is shaved and home to a braided steel cable that trails down to steel collar that rings her neck with green leds.
Without a clock or anything to see your not sure how much time passes but one by one you see the lights go dim on Asteria’s collar and then she slowly smiles at you.
Her eyes flash with purple light and you feel a fist shove knowledge in to your mind.
It hurts deep down in side to feel it enter your mind.
"get ready you left"
"punch him an enter 0451"You hear a click clack as the chains unlock.
Then all hell breaks loose, the lights go out as everyone moves at once, the guard are tackled by three men each.
It’s almost like your on autopilot as you hammer the numbers in to the door keypad.
Then there's a bang, Asteria stares at you while blood gushes out from her neck.
...Tell her i'm sorry..funny dieing doesn't hurt like i thought...Her eyes roll back, her body spasms as purple lighting tears it way out, ripping flesh apart.
It's shocking to see a body ripped apart from the in side, flesh tearing like tissue paper, but your mind feels lighter as you make your way to:
A: Armory (mini arms race here, describe your sci fi weapon in the post)
B: Escape Shuttles, there's a planet down there.
C: Control bridge, i'm sure it's not that hard to fly this thing.
Ok sheets time.
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Background Abillity: 1,2 or 3
Backgrounds:
1: Gene Warrior, you where built as soldier in the mold of macho man’s macho man (or woman), your blessed with 38 inch biceps, a titanium jaw, abs like steel an the ability to drink whiskey like water, and to all but walk off gunshot wounds.
2: Mondasian cyber cultist, the flesh is weak, steel is stronger.
A Prosthophile to the core, you mind is ready but body still awaits the range of bionic parts to transform you.
3: Bio adapter, the body changes to the mind.
Originally built to help colonist survive is strange new environments, you can change your physiology in strange and interesting ways given adequate biomass.
Notes, we’re running with “cinematic” reality here, The spaceships are there to look cool and make impressive whooshing noises in deep space.
People will carry hand weapons like “plasma whip” or antimatter-firing crossbows, and never mind how they work.
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Topic: The Dead Void SG A Renegade Fugitives In The Stars. (Read 1897 times)