JesseMarshall
Crystal Gem
HYPERLANE
Attention!
Cryogenic stasis is recommended on this voyage but not required for generational ships. If you are an approaching generational ship, please have your ‘G twenty-two’ permit and acknowledgment waivers available. All other approaching starships will be scanned for both life signs and cryostasis chambers to ensure appropriate travel safety recommendations are met.
Primary destination is the Kannalo space station. Built-in cooperation with the Alkirrions in 2162, it serves as a welcoming point to all residents of the Milky Way. Post-processing, you will be allowed to check in with your temporary accommodations and meet with your employment officers. In addition, if you have not already established employment, or if your occupation is forfeited during the fifty-year traveling period, you will have the opportunity to seek other means of livelihood after two weeks of residency.
Please be advised, The Cat’s Eye galaxy is not regulated nor under the protection of the Intergalactic Democratic Alliance of the Milky Way. By entering a HyperLane spatial rift, you agree that your safety and health are no longer the responsibility of the IDA. You also agree that your return journey, unless an affiliate of the IDA or crew, is not guaranteed by the IDA. Finally, you acknowledge the risk of mental strain and possible break due to extended cryostasis and/or entering a new galactic threshold.
—Explore a new plane with HyperLane!
THE ARRIVAL
“Hey, haven’t spotted you ‘round these parts before,” says the bartender.
He’s a middle-aged-looking sort, probably in his late nineties. He could be someone’s father or even a young grandfather, was it not for the way he carried himself. He swaggers over to the bar-top with a walk that clearly says I’ve been single my whole life. He’s charming enough, though, and smiles widely after you tell him your order.
He sets about making your drink with a practiced hand, barely glancing at the array of different colored bottles on the shelf behind him. He simply reaches back, grabs one, and pours a double of each into the worn-down looking chill-a-mix that sits on the counter. You remember seeing them on every holocom commercial when you were a kid. They were popular back in 2235, for sure, but you haven’t seen one in ages.
“First time in the Cat’s Eye, huh?” the old man questions. “Well, don’t look so surprised that I figured it out. You still have some of the light from the Milky Way shining in your eyes.”
He lets loose a dry, raspy chuckle when your brows knit together. The man sets your drink down in front of you, “Ah, it’s just a saying we have around here. Means your fresh out of the cryotubes from back home. Yeah, you’re gonna miss it like hell at the beginning—gonna feel like you got ants crawling over your legs, and your face is too tight, but that’ll ease off over time. Happens to everyone when they set foot in a new galaxy.
Scientists say it has something to do with the cosmic energies what-that are different between each galactic border, but pers’nally, I think scientists’ll say just about anything to sound smart. It only lasted a couple days for me, but I hear some people got it bad for months. Anyway, what’s your reason?”
You look at him over the rim of your glass, draining the contents in a few gulps. Setting the glass back onto the oak countertop, you give him a quizzical stare.
“You know, the reason you had for packing up, squeezing yerself in a plastic tube for fifty years, and commin’ all the way out here,” he says.
Recognition of the question hits you full force. You tap the edge of your glass to signal for a refill. As he begins mixing up your next drink, you tell him exactly why you’ve come. For a moment, you hope that the conversation will end, and you’ll get to enjoy your next drink in quiet solitude, but no such luck.
“Ah,” the old man nods, giving another broad smile. He sets the replenished glass back down within your reach. “I shoulda known. It’s the same thing ev’ryone says. Oh, maybe not exactly in the same words you used, but it all boils down to one thing; adventure. You wanted to see things ya’ve never seen before, meet the new alien life-forms, maybe even get inna certain line of work ain’t appreciated back in the ole’ way-o-milk, eh?”
You don’t respond to this but ruminate instead on how you managed to wander into the station’s slowest bar with the galaxy’s most talkative bartender. It’s not that you don’t enjoy conversation, but can’t a spacer enjoy a drink in peace? You down your glass, lay a fifty on the bar and turn to get off your stool. You’ll find another place with a bartender who’s less friendly somewhere else.
“Thanks much,” he says, sliding the fifty into his pocket. “And you should stop by the docks while you’re out and about. Ask for The Siren and tell ‘em Douggie sent ya. Guarantee you’ll find work faster than you can say Risoterria Nine.”
Not likely, you think, but you nod your head and smile sheepishly at the guy anyway.
Despite what you thought while leaving the bar, you’ve somehow managed to wander into the portside docking area. It wouldn’t hurt to inquire about a job. The company that offered you employment went belly-up during the fifty years you were napping in the HyperLane. You could really use the money right now.
THE STORY
It’s a class-2 freighter with eighteen rooms, ten of which are living quarters.
The rest of the rooms are the bridge, cargo hold one and two, captain’s office, engine room, medical bay, recreation/ observation room, and formal dining room.
All crew quarters come with their own private wash facilities, and the observation deck has a myriad of different activities to participate in.
Captain Lauristen commands the vessel.
She is a stern but kind person who regularly treats her crew like family.
Each team member has their own job to do, but the overall goal is the same—make money.
Whether the job is bounty-hunting, transporting goods or people, infiltrating secret societies, or simply crashing an upper-class party and cutting some purse strings, no job is too big or small.
The most recent bit of coin you’re captain has volunteered you for is a bit of work concerning the bounty of a murder suspect.
Marigold Zhao, a high-ranking government official, was murdered in her home on TerraPrima, a planet similar to Earth.
It seems apparent that another young woman named Annette Kyalo is the culprit, but are things always as they appear?
Peter Gardner, an ex-business partner of Annette Kaylo, believes so...
THE CREW
- The Captain:
- The Engineer:
- The Pilot:
- The Doctor:
- The Cook:
- The Muscle:
- The Diplomat:
- Alternate Characters:
The duties of a captain are all-encompassing and never seem to end. They call the shots, decide what jobs to take, and manages the ship’s resources. They are responsible for the entire well-being of the crew around them, and genuinely great captains treat them as equals.TAKEN
CHARACTER SHEET
Character sheets are here
Please let me know if any of this sounds interesting to you!
OOC
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NOTICE OF CLOSURE
I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for all of the enthusiasm that you've shown in wanting to join our crew. At this time, there simply isn't any room left for people to join. If you are still adamantly interested in signing on, don't hesitate to send a message to me or
Burning_Heart
. We will save your character sheet and if any space opens up in the future we will let you know. Thank you, again, and don't forget to... —Explore a new plane with HyperLane!
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to your sheet once it's been approved. I'm also going to be building the OOC room in just a little while, so I'm super excited about all this.
