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[Pure_W]

Hello!

This is a roleplay about, you guessed it, DF in space!

Story:

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It is the year 4528, a lot has changed since the times of Armok.

We are more civilised, more advanced.  One thing that has not changed; we are still dwarves!


Life has changed immensely.  After an outbreak from the depths, our science committee had to accelerate their research.

But they finally achieved what was deemed impossible for millennia; space travel.  The ships were launched, taking a vast majority of dwarves with them.


300 years has passed since then, we have flourished, we have prospered, but we will never forget!

Map:

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System: Sol:
Planets: 10
Coords: 0 0 0
Raw Materials: Raw Stone 5B, Metal Ore 1S, Gems 5S, Food 1B

System: Alpha Centuri:
Planets: 1
Coords: 12 47 21
Processes: Stone 10S, Metal 20S, Finished Goods 2S, Furniture 1G

Currency:

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10 Bronze Coins = 1 Silver Coin
50 Silver Coins = 1 Gold Coin
100 Gold Coins = 1 Credit

Ships

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Class 1: No weapons, intra stellar only, small cargo hold - 5 units
Class 2: Class 2 weaponary, jump drive 5 Credits
Class 3: Class 3 weaponary, jump drive 10 Credits
Freighter: No weaponary, jump drive, large cargo hold - 1000 units 1 Credit

Commodities:

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Raw stone 1U
Smooth Stone 2U - Processed
Metal Ore 5U
Refined Metal 10U - Processed
Gems 2U
Finished Goods 1U - Processed
Furniture 15U - Processed
Food 4U

Rules:

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Each player starts with a Class 1 ship and 5 Sillver, should be enough to get you started
If you wish to do something that would change something in this post; i.e. the map, consult a thread mod first
For commodities, you can make up your own prices, but keep them within reason
NPCs will pay double the cost of all the raw goods and the processing fee, but will not accept what they produce
Players can coordinate the RP, just don't play god, that's my job

Could anyone help, and be a thread mod?  That is, help moderate the RP?

If you want to make suggestions please do, I would like a diverse selection of stuff in this.

From herein, I shall be IC unless otherwise stated.  Also keep an eye on this post.

[Pure_W]

This is Captain Pure of the Starship Adamantine, does anybody read?

[mainiac]

Greetings Adamantine, this is Ukat of the DSS Magma Forged, reading you loud and clear.  You have the look of a mighty warrior indeed!

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Hello, this is Captain Anderson of the starship NMV GreenMars. Can anybody hear me?

[inaluct]

A menacing (but tiny and unarmed) black starship moves into view out from behind a nearby asteroid. Having not heard the captain of the NMV GreenMars, it hails and addresses the Starship Adamantine and the DSS Magma Forged.

"Well, it looks like we meet again, Captain Pure. Although I do not need an introduction, I will offer one for the sake of the Captain of the Magma Forged, who you seem to be busily harassing. I am Captain Inaluct of the starship Cellophane Breakfast. You no doubt must have heard of me. As you most likely know, Captain Pure and I are enemies. Nemesis-s, so to speak. You would do well to be wary of the deceptions and traps he will set against you."

[Ultimuh]

Some where, a black container, roughly the size of a coffin silently floats through the emptiness of space. It's surface is covered with all kinds of engravings, engravings which have been in perfect condition for centuries.
Many engravings are of carps, one image stand out, since it show people worshipping a carp.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

..... What the hell is a cellophane breakfast?

[mainiac]

"Looks like this patch of space is a regular watering hole in the desert today.  Look, dwarves, here ain't the place to be pullin' each others socks off.  We got space monkey's for one thing.  Caught one of the buggers trying to raid my pantry.  And there's some kobalds too.  You guys want to start a fight, wait 'till your on ground and can settle the matter with axes.  Looks like we got someone else out here too."'
Ukat flips the comm and asks herself "What the hell is a cellophane breakfast?" under her breath before hailing the green Mars.
"Hear you loud and clear, Green Mars.  Ukat of the Magma Forged here.  You hear anything about spacemonkey's or kobalds round this patch of space?"

[Digital Hellhound]

" This is Hackett, Captain of the Lucky Bastard. She's a fine ship, and anyone who disagrees can meet my axe."
A small, old ship appears, covered in space junk. The communications channel blinks on and off, and it is clearly damaged.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Yeah, we got space monkeys something bad in the maintenance tunnels. We tried to get 'em by flushing the waste heat from the engine. Turns out that they're fireproof, which does not stop them from being pissed off by it. At least they later moved into the crawlspace under the floors."

[inaluct]

"If you think that space monkeys are bad, you should see space marmots. They gnaw the crap out of everything, and-"

High pitched chattering noises are heard, followed by screaming.

"Wait, I have to deal with this."

There are sounds of a struggle before the communications system cuts out into white noise. The Cellophane Breakfast careens wildly, narrowly missing a nearby asteroid. It zooms off into the distance, swerving uncontrollably.

[Pure_W]

"They are really bad, want me to help, I've got tons of space repelent in my hold!"

[Digital Hellhound]

" You have problems with space monkeys and marmots? You should see what I've got back here. I haven't been in the engine room since...five years ago. I'm not sure what it is, but it's big, evil, spiky and big. I tried flooding them out by crashlanding into the ocean, and it found a friend. The whole room is underwater. I'm not sure how the engines are still working."

There is a pause.

" Oh, actually they aren't. Guess...guess I have to go in. Uhh..I'd appreciate any help..."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

I'll help you!

here's my plan:

1. Connect crawlspace to engine room

2. Dump heat to crawlspace, flushing the moneys into the engine room

3. Either your problem is solved or mine is.

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5. Profit!

[Digital Hellhound]

"The only problem is; the space monkey's will be killed by whatever I have back there. Your problem solved alright, but my one is not. Even if they would survive, I don't want to let space monkeys loose on my engine, so yeah, not gonna happen. I'm gonna fight these bastards! Raaaaaagh!"

He jumps off the chair and charges down the corridor towards the engine room.

" Taste my axe!"

He kicks the door open.

" Oh...I kinda forgot it was full of water.

There is a 'flooosh' sound and the communications system goes off.