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I would like if this could be a multi-para rp. In some circumstances I will allow just one paragraph as long as you try. Also required for good literacy and be able to juggle multiple characters. NO godmodding or any form of trying to make your character the "strongest being in existence." This will contain gore, vulgar scenes, VERY bad language, and use of drugs and alcohol. And one of my favorite things, the Space Age!
Eric Boris Endoxx. He was a criminal of space. Not a big one. Just known on 4 or 5 planets for robbery. He always loved how he'd walk away with motherloads on Zold on his HoloHelper. HoloHelpers were tools developed 2000 years ago in the early 3000s. They were these metal bracelets that you'd put on an arm and lock it. With a bio-lock. The bio-lock ensured that only you could open it. Using your finger print and a blood sample. HoloHelpers were used for quick communication, shopping wants or needs, games, etc. They were all around useful. Eric's HoloHelper was the top of the line issue. One that came out just last year in 5023. It had beautfiul graphics and easy access tools. And that HoloHelper wasn't gotten with his own money of course. He saved up some of his stealings to buy it.
Eric wasn't a genius, but he wasn't a dumbass either. He knew how to pull a robbery and how to pull it off. It's just sometimes his plans don't work accordingly. Usually he'd do the crime and leave some sort of evidence that it was another criminal. Eric usually chose a criminal on that planet that did similar crimes. Like one time on the planet of Queen Kerrigan, he stole from a wealthy family of an energy company. After infiltrating their bank account from inside the house, he left the insignia of a notorious robber, Black John. After escaping, he read in the local news that the Korman Electric Company had been drained of half it's riches.
Eric didn't own a big ship. It was a small ship that was meant for carrying four people when traveling. It only had 1 bedroom with 2 beds and 1 bathroom. And it also had the pilot room which was small too. Why would a small ship need so many controls? But he always carried a Heat Pistol with him. Heat Pistols shot bursts of heat energy at the enemy. Very useful for making sure the opponent's hands won't be in the fight.
Now let's get to Eric in the present. He was in Gologo Prison Planet. It was a planet that was pretty much a prison, save for the northwestern hemisphere of it. Gologo Prison Planet was a planet that only had land on the surface, no water. And every hemisphere but the northwestern was just one big prison. The northeastern hemisphere was the Residential Sector. Prison workers and their families resided here. They couldn't leave, EVER. The contract their ancestor signed made sure of that. In Eric's point of view, the contract sounded like it had this on it:
Welcome to Gologo Prison Planet! You are now a recruit to join the team to incarcerate deadly criminals to make sure they never terrorize again! And we'd like you to join the team by signing your name here. If you sign, you're giving us permission to permanently keep you and all of your descendants here on this planet for eternity for this job. It's a good offer, sign it!
Something like that. He was captured on the planet of Order. He attempted to hijack a Metatrain and drive it into the bank for fun, thus crashing the planet's economy and forcing them to rename the planet to Chaos. But just as you'd expect, there were BILLIONS of Tranquilizers there. Tranquilizers upheld the peace on the planet, taking out every bit of chaos and making sure none of the citizens notice any of the chaos. While going to court after being caught, many Tranquilizers called for a private execution. But the judge ruled that out considering he failed and instead sentenced him to 3 years in Intergalactic Prison. That judge was lenient, to Eric's luck. He's already spent 2 years in prison by now.
The man tossed his bouncy ball to the wall and then caught it as it bounced back. "Boring." He said out loud. He was wearing green scrubs, uniform for the 12th prison county. It had a large 12 on the back to represent his county. Rumble. The ground vibrated. Rumble! It felt a bit closer. The door to his cell slid open. A guard cuffed him and grabbed his hand. "RUN INMATE!" Eric was panicking. He ran out of his cell and looked back. KABOOM! A explosion happened about 50 yards behind them. Men in purple armor carried prisoners out of their cell. Jailbreak. Him and the guard were running now. Full speed. 'Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK!' "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" Eric freaked out. "SHUTUP INMATE!" The guard barked back. As the passed an open cell, the guard tripped. Eric looked up to see a fellow inmate, also bound by cuffs. Eric's eyes widened. "Are you trying to get us killed?!" He asked. "Shutup, I don't have time for you." The inmate speedily foraged the guard's clothes and found a remote. He/She pointed the remote to His/Her cuffs and pressed a button. The handcuffs broke loose and fell. Eric snatched it and undid his own cuffs. This other inmate apparently knew what to do. "What do we do?!"
Eric Boris Endoxx. He was a criminal of space. Not a big one. Just known on 4 or 5 planets for robbery. He always loved how he'd walk away with motherloads on Zold on his HoloHelper. HoloHelpers were tools developed 2000 years ago in the early 3000s. They were these metal bracelets that you'd put on an arm and lock it. With a bio-lock. The bio-lock ensured that only you could open it. Using your finger print and a blood sample. HoloHelpers were used for quick communication, shopping wants or needs, games, etc. They were all around useful. Eric's HoloHelper was the top of the line issue. One that came out just last year in 5023. It had beautfiul graphics and easy access tools. And that HoloHelper wasn't gotten with his own money of course. He saved up some of his stealings to buy it.
Eric wasn't a genius, but he wasn't a dumbass either. He knew how to pull a robbery and how to pull it off. It's just sometimes his plans don't work accordingly. Usually he'd do the crime and leave some sort of evidence that it was another criminal. Eric usually chose a criminal on that planet that did similar crimes. Like one time on the planet of Queen Kerrigan, he stole from a wealthy family of an energy company. After infiltrating their bank account from inside the house, he left the insignia of a notorious robber, Black John. After escaping, he read in the local news that the Korman Electric Company had been drained of half it's riches.
Eric didn't own a big ship. It was a small ship that was meant for carrying four people when traveling. It only had 1 bedroom with 2 beds and 1 bathroom. And it also had the pilot room which was small too. Why would a small ship need so many controls? But he always carried a Heat Pistol with him. Heat Pistols shot bursts of heat energy at the enemy. Very useful for making sure the opponent's hands won't be in the fight.
Now let's get to Eric in the present. He was in Gologo Prison Planet. It was a planet that was pretty much a prison, save for the northwestern hemisphere of it. Gologo Prison Planet was a planet that only had land on the surface, no water. And every hemisphere but the northwestern was just one big prison. The northeastern hemisphere was the Residential Sector. Prison workers and their families resided here. They couldn't leave, EVER. The contract their ancestor signed made sure of that. In Eric's point of view, the contract sounded like it had this on it:
Welcome to Gologo Prison Planet! You are now a recruit to join the team to incarcerate deadly criminals to make sure they never terrorize again! And we'd like you to join the team by signing your name here. If you sign, you're giving us permission to permanently keep you and all of your descendants here on this planet for eternity for this job. It's a good offer, sign it!
Something like that. He was captured on the planet of Order. He attempted to hijack a Metatrain and drive it into the bank for fun, thus crashing the planet's economy and forcing them to rename the planet to Chaos. But just as you'd expect, there were BILLIONS of Tranquilizers there. Tranquilizers upheld the peace on the planet, taking out every bit of chaos and making sure none of the citizens notice any of the chaos. While going to court after being caught, many Tranquilizers called for a private execution. But the judge ruled that out considering he failed and instead sentenced him to 3 years in Intergalactic Prison. That judge was lenient, to Eric's luck. He's already spent 2 years in prison by now.
The man tossed his bouncy ball to the wall and then caught it as it bounced back. "Boring." He said out loud. He was wearing green scrubs, uniform for the 12th prison county. It had a large 12 on the back to represent his county. Rumble. The ground vibrated. Rumble! It felt a bit closer. The door to his cell slid open. A guard cuffed him and grabbed his hand. "RUN INMATE!" Eric was panicking. He ran out of his cell and looked back. KABOOM! A explosion happened about 50 yards behind them. Men in purple armor carried prisoners out of their cell. Jailbreak. Him and the guard were running now. Full speed. 'Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK!' "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" Eric freaked out. "SHUTUP INMATE!" The guard barked back. As the passed an open cell, the guard tripped. Eric looked up to see a fellow inmate, also bound by cuffs. Eric's eyes widened. "Are you trying to get us killed?!" He asked. "Shutup, I don't have time for you." The inmate speedily foraged the guard's clothes and found a remote. He/She pointed the remote to His/Her cuffs and pressed a button. The handcuffs broke loose and fell. Eric snatched it and undid his own cuffs. This other inmate apparently knew what to do. "What do we do?!"
