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Futuristic Sotiris~ A Space Odyssey [Main Thread]

Blood Born Angel

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Sotiris


Overview


Sotiris is a planet far away from the world we know as Earth. It lies close to the core of a red spiral galaxy, where empires have risen and fallen for countless millennia. This planet has had it's fair share of catastrophic events, but life has fought on and grown to new heights once more. The people of Sotiris have harnessed it's natural resources mixed with a little bit of the arcane arts to grow and spread into the final frontiers. What were once kingdoms are now conglomerates of different peoples working to spread their influence to the stars in the form of corporations and guilds.


You are a member of one of these guilds. The Sotiran Prosperity Guild, or SPG for short. They were founded centuries ago, by a group of young men and women who wanted to change the world for the better. Since coming to power as a serious organization they have policed the planet and kept the peace for many, many years. Now that space travel is prevalent, they have become Sotiris's official ambassadors and are the ones who push out into uncharted space to discover new planets to settle on, and regulate the commerce and politics of these colonies with each other and other nations that are being discovered.


History




The galaxy Sotiris resides in has been around for hundreds of billions of years. Many things have happened to change the worlds and people that reside within it, and civilization has come and gone countless times. While not the most known planet to begin with, Sotiris had a special spark some would say. It was unique within the rules of ordinary physics and astronomy, and with that came moments of change that completely reshaped the galaxy as a whole.


To start, lets look at the beginning of Sotiris's current inhabitants. Thousands of years ago human's popped up on the ancient planet. Whether they had been there all along, or somehow were dropped there is unknown. Human's had a tendency to evolve across the galaxy for seemingly random reasons, so it was no surprise Sotiris had them too. There were no other intelligent species on Sotiris at the time, and so the human's flourished in their solitude. In this age, Sotiris was much more barren then it is currently. Most of it's inhabitants resided in the Northern hemi-sphere, lacking the means to travel outside of grand mountain ranges. You may not believe in Gods, Angels, and Demons, but the people of Sotiris thought they were very real. This being because of a natural phenomena that thinned the barriers of reality on the planet. Beings of great power and influence often found their way to the young race, and with the outside influence growing on the very young human civilization, war soon broke out.


When the first human's took up arms against one another, it became the catalyst for catastrophy. Human's were a race capable of anything, and that included violence incomprehensible. Outside spectators soon grew worried for the planets survival, and watched very carefully ready to intervene if they needed. Sadly, they were forced to intervene when the human's got a hold of what some would consider the powers of the Gods. The influence of realms beyond their reality had finally gone too far, and great warlords rose up with the power to sunder mountains, and split the skies. This became known as the War of Titans, and that is when the Angels descended upon the surface.


You might have guessed that they weren't really angels, but aliens keeping watch over the young species. Only five were sent down, and they crushed the armies of man. Many of the Warlords the human's called Titan's were slain, but a few were simply captured and contained. This war had scarred the Northern lands, leaving them a mess of shattered coastline and broken mountains. A great wound upon Sotiris that bled through reality itself. For the next few thousand years humanity would not achieve anything of importance. Living in the dark, fighting for survival, and in fear of their Gods wrath. Yet, humans are tenacious and resourceful creatures so they once again began to grow and create nations and cities. This time, there were others on their planet. Some were from the stars. Some from different dimensions. All stuck on this one rock, for better or worse.


And so rose the three nations. Ald-Goret, the trade nation. Home of the humans, and center of the world to most. The Queendom of Rhima, land of magic. Where creatures from other realities flocked and magic was a gift from the gods. Lastly, the Kingdom of Arken. A totalitarian sovereignty that focused on the progress of science and technology, where human's were the majority, but beings of unknown origin ruled the land. To most these nations were still quite primitive. Using mostly swords and shields, not having much means of transpiration other then ships and horses; however, with their magic came innovation. Their first energy weapons were created in this age, using the power of magic. They hadn't even discovered steam yet, and already they had weapons capable of firing bolts of plasma, and generating large quantities of power. This is what sparked new tensions though. Rhima had the best technology, but Arken wanted to use it as well. The two nations quickly became hostile, and stuck in between was Poor Ald-Goret. The engines of war were beginning to roar, and if something wasn't done then it could end up worse then the War of Titans. This time they were prepared, and down came the leader of the original five angels that ended the war. She brought with her one of the Titans they had subdued, and together they made what is now known as the Sotiran Prosperity Guild.


Back then it was nothing more then a smattering of people against the war. Their leader being the Angel, R'saava, who was really just a general to a more advanced civilization in the stars. She no longer had the power she once did over the people. The evolution of Sotirans seeming to defy advanced beings, so she had to work with them to make change. Eventually a small, but formidable group of human's, aliens, and other beings came together and began intervening in all attempts at war between Arken and Rhima. It took a very long time, but as their success's were heard around the world, more and more people flocked to them. As they grew, so did their influence. Eventually, the First Guild was established, and with an army of their own forced the two nations to make peace. This was the moment that everything changed on Sotiris. With no war, and the First Guild keeping peaceful relations between everyone, technology and culture exploded.


It was only half a century longer when they made electricity. Then they started processing more advanced materials. Building better cities, vehicles, and then ships. With a little help from R'saava's people they were soon going to their moon. When they found that there were crystals on there planet that worked as a massive energy conduit Sotiris completely took to the stars for the first time. The First Guild became known as the Sotiran Prosperity Guild and continued it's peacekeeping through every era. Some of it's founders passed, but R'saava upheld the principles which they began on. Many more alien races made their home on Sotiris as well, and a huge intergalactic chain soon formed that is what you all live in today.


Geography and Solar System




The geography of Sotiris is quite dramatic, and has baffled many for centuries. To start, Sotiris has the same general climate of Earth but a bit more extreme in some places, yet the planet is nearly the size of Jupiter. How the planet doesn't become a gas giant is a mystery still to this day. With the immense size you'd think it's gravity would cause for some very different kinda of life, but the human's and other creatures on the surface are relatively the same as any from Earth would be. Why? How? It is still a mystery, although with the knowledge of inter-dimensional influences on the planet many are speculating that there is some sort of distortion to reality around the planet. Causing phenomena that can't be accurately explained through regular science.


Moving on, Sotiris has one giant landmass, and several large islands (a couple big enough to be called continents) in it's oceans. Sotiris's main population lives within an enclosed portion of mountains, around the planets largest volcano. The region is large enough to encompass tundra like weather in the North, and tropical weather on the Southern coastline. It's edges are designated by tectonic plates that have formed massive mountain ranges that are nearly impassible by ground. The center is Mt. Solarion, a super volcano that can be seen from all corners of the region. It is 19 kilometers high, with a crater approximately 4 kilometers in diameter. For many years this volcano has been a religious sight, ancient history saying that it is the womb of the earth, and gave birth to the sun. The volcano does erupt every so often, but it is rather timid for it's great size. Several kilometers in any direction around the volcano are mostly un-inhabitable though. These are known simply as the Wastelands.


To the South is where the nation of Ald-Goret sits. It's cities are mostly coastal, and a vast majority of the area is tropical. To it's East is much more fertile river-land and planes, and North of that is heavy forest that is dominated by the Queendom of Rhima. Rhima's cities are mostly dotted around mountain valley's but the capital rests upon the mountains themselves. Their land is mostly flat plains and grassland, but at it's borders are very thick and ancient forests. If we go back to Ald-Goret and look at it's Western border that is where the Endless Sands begin. This desert was once thought endless, but it is just really hard to go through on foot because of the mountains blocking any further travel West, and forcing you South into more and more desert. Just North of the desert is Arken, which it's capital rests in a bowl of flat grassland hidden slightly in the mountains. The land is almostly completely flat farmland in the South, but when you reach farther North it becomes very hilly, and soon rocky and cold being known as the Highlands.


Two major rivers run through this region, one on the border of Arken and Ald-Goret in the West, and the other on the border of Ald-Goret and Rhima in the East. It is conveniently split into thirds, though Ald-Goret gets the most coastline out of all the nations. To the North, on the other side of Solarion is where the SPG has it's headquarters. It's base is one mega-city that holds enough people to be considered it's own nation. The area's around the city are mostly wooded, and are known to be quite cold in the winter months. It lies in-between two mountain ranges that curl Northward to make a sort of path out of their valleys into the regions known as The Sundered Coast. The Sundered Coast is more of a splattering of mountains and canyons then a coastline. This is where the War of Titans took place, and it is barren and partially frozen. A lot of mining goes on up in this region however, because Aetherium crystals are in abundance. If we look farther East then Rhima there is nothing but water, and the occasional island chains. South of Ald-Goret is a larger island that is considered a cultural haven for the human's who first settled the nation and pioneered the first trade routes. If we look South-West the desert goes on for quite some time, but eventually turns into a more savannah type of biome, with small cities of off-worlders who prefer this climate. West of Arken past the mountains is one giant forest that never seems to end. They call it The Sea of Leaves, and many Elven settlers and other beings who prefer nature have settled into the region. It encompasses nearly the entire other half of the continent, and has very little breaks in it's foliage. This is Sotiris, although there could be secrets still hidden on the enormous planet that have gone unnoticed...


Continuing outside of the planet itself, we can observe only a few more astral bodies. Sotiris has one moon, which is roughly the size of Mercury, and has been terraformed as the largest space-port in the solar system. The Sun is quite old, and has begun to tint from orange to red over the last few thousand years. The closest planet to Sotiris is a hotspot for mining corporations and is known as Kyron. Sadly this is the only other planet with suitable environments for habitation in the solar system, the two other planets being too far, or two close tot he sun and deemed much to dangerous to settle on. Sotiris's region is space is actually quite small, and very boring compared to other solar systems that have been discovered; however, it is close enough to several other civilizations that it has become a hotspot over the years for travelers of all kinds.


Technology and Magic




Technology on Sotiris has taken quite a different turn compared to previous civilizations. They have discovered a lot of the same techs other planets have, but some things are radically different. For one, Sotirans tend to you very little laser type weaponry. Weaponry on Sotiris is very heavy duty, and often in the form of plasma projectiles. Because of this, they also focus a lot less on armor, and more on shielding tech for defenses. Some of their shielding tech is the best in the galaxy, and their ships have a variety of different shields for different occasions.


A lot of different energy sources have been discovered in recent years, but Sotirans prefer to use local resources, which comes in the form of Aetherium Crystals. These crystals hold what the Sotirans call "Mana" or magical energy. This energy has been around for a very long time, and generates biologically most of the time; however, somehow it has taken a mineral form in a large portion of galaxy and Sotirans have taken advantage of that to power weapons and ships with magic! Commonly weapons will have a core made out of this crystal, and ships will also have a larger crystalline core. Using magnets and spinning the crystals at high velocities can generate casts amount of electricity, and that is how they generate plasma for weaponry and power for ships and cities. A large problem with these crystals is that they are not reusable, they drain like a battery would, but scientists have been theorizing that there is a way to recharge them using natural features deep within Sotiris's earth. Who knows what will become of this?


When it comes to space travel, Sotirans have borrowed a lot of technology from other species. It is quite noticeable in their ships, that they take inspiration from several different cultures and ways of building. This has caused their ship designs to take on a Jack-of-all-trades role. They are highly customizable, and can fit into any kind of fleet. There is only one major flaw with their building... They cannot use hyper-space travel. Hyper-space travel is a delicate science that only a few other planets have implemented. They are not sharing either. Sotirans have struggled for many years to find a faster way of traveling in space, and since no one was helping them, they found a very unique way of traveling long-distances. Instead of bending space around their ship, or even going at the speed of light, they use something called the DSD or Dimensional Shift Drive. As stated in previous overviews there is something off about the veil between dimensions on Sotiris. Reality is thinner there then anywhere else. The Sotirans have known this for a very long time, and have used it to travel inter-dimensionally before. Why not use it in their spacecraft?


The DSD transports the ship through a little tear in reality. When doing a dimensional shift the craft goes into what they call the Void, or an expanse of nothingness between realities. This is a very, very dangerous place to be. Pilots need to be careful they don't end up in an alternate reality, and also have to navigate with no maps or clues to guide them. A lot of other civilizations think the Sotirans are crazy for traveling like this; however, despite the huge risks Sotirans have come to enjoy using this method of travel. They can cover immense distances in minutes sometimes. They are virtually undetectable while in the Void, and it's vast unknowns only seem to exhilarate its people. There have been incidents where they have time-traveled, ended up in alternate versions of the galaxy, gone to completely different galaxies on the other side of the universe, and many other insane cases. But Sotirans love the adventure, and even if it is more of an art then a science, DSD travel is their preferred mode of flying.


The Sotiran Prosperity Guild




The guild has been around for centuries, and is one of the most known organizations throughout the galaxy. At it's core, the SPG members are explorers and scientists; however, they are also peacekeepers, and have been known to use force when necessary. The organization has become so powerful over the centuries that they could be considered the official police force for all living things. Very few defy their rules, and it has been a long time since war has been seen in the galaxy. When a new civilization joins the intergalactic chain of trade and travel they often send members of their race to join the SPG as a show of good faith, making it more diverse then any organization to ever exist. When the SPG discovers planets with less advanced civilizations they set up a space station that monitors the planet for 5 solar cycles before making a decision to contact them or let them continue how they were.


The one who makes these decisions is R'saava Lioslath. She is from a race known as the Sqiathatch, or Dragon-kin. They originally came from a different dimension, and when they entered ours they discovered Sotiris as the first planet with life-forms. R'saava's rank is Paragon, and all rules and regulations are decided by her. She is feared by many planets because of heavily armed interventions she has personally lead when peace-talks were making no progress. Second in command is Andresaryx, another Sqiathatch that handles more of the infrastructure in the SPG. She is Paragon rank as well, and can be often seen working the front desk and personally reading over every new rangers files. She is who hires new rangers, and who you should kiss ass too when you make a mistake. Feochadan is head of exploration, deciding where the new frontier line is and when teams go where. Feochadan is the newest Paragon rank, and leads many new teams into the unknown personally. Head of Research and Development is Layla Natas Duskhill. Paragon Rank, and a bit on the crazy side, she is considered a mad scientist by most; however, her research has kept the SPG on top of all new technologies and up to par with both military and civilian advances.


Those are the main faces of the SPG, although you may not see them all very often. New members usually undergo one to two years of basic training before they are let out into the field, and are taught everything they need to know about basic survival and combat. They are then allowed to undergo further training to specialize in anything from different weaponry, to diplomacy, linguistics, medical training, and engineering. Most members live within the city that the SPG has created for itself, although you are allowed to own your own residence anywhere in the galaxy. You are not required to be in uniform, as some species do not necessitate clothing, but the SPG uniform is blue, with an accent of silver and black. It is basically a flight-suit built to withstand the vacuum of space as well as inclement weather on planets. It is lightly armored, and built mostly for mobility rather then defense. It has very light kinetic resistance, not enough to stop mid to high powered projectiles, but against low powered projectile weapons and melee combat it is quite durable. Standard issue weapons include plasma pistols and rifles, powered with Aetherium Crystal Cores that can be dislodged and reloaded into the weapon as needed. Other equipment includes a utility belt with grappling line, tool pouch, holster, very light shield generator, and can be customized by the user. A wrist communicator is required at all times, unless it interferes with basic physiology or there is a suitable replacement that the user is more comfortable with. SPG ships are built for long distance travel, and outfitted with missile defense turrets and rapid fire plasma cannons. Their shielding is built to resists different types of inclement weather and also small debris impacts. There is usually room for up to 8 guild members including the pilot, and a full kitchen/living space within the ships. Cargo space is limited, and usually contains rations and equipment with just enough room for a little bit of samples or artifacts from planets visited. Sometimes they will come with some sort of light transport vehicle for land travel.


This is just a basic look at what you need to know about the SPG and how it operates. More will be added in the future. Questions are always welcome.


Rules and Guidelines




There will be some basic rules, and they are subject to change, but for the most part they are what I expect of you all during the role-play.

  1. Respect and follow the official RpN rules. I hope that everyone can at least do this.
  2. No god-modding or auto-hitting/dodging. You are not invincible, and not all powerful. I will let you all have a bit of fun with your powers and abilities, but keep it reasonable. I do my best to make everything fair. Sometimes you will fight enemies that may seem invincible too, but I assure you there will always be a way to defeat them. Just like in a Video Game.
  3. Keep sexual and gorey things to a minimum. I love details in fights and such, but don't make it gruesome, and I encourage romance and relationships but we aren't making a 50 Shades of Space here.
  4. This is a casual role-play, so you don't need to write me a book with every post; however, I would prefer it if you wrote at least 2 paragraphs or matched the person above you. Try to write in complete sentences with proper grammar. I don't have the best grammar myself, but I do my best whenever I can.
  5. There will be a posting order. That order will be decided by everyones first posts. Try not to skip people, wait your turn. If someone is taking too long though you may ask my permission to skip them, and if they wish to be skipped once or twice that is fine too, but you can't get out of posting forever. 
  6. When speaking Out of Character please use brackets or parenthesis ((these () or these [] {})). Just so we can avoid confusion. If you all wish me to make an OOC thread, then let me know. 
  7. The last rule is just to have fun. I don't like making people post or expecting them to follow a rigid set of standards. Post as often as you can, whenever you like. The tone of the RP should be like an epic adventure. We should be having a blast sending our characters off into space, and that's what I hope to achieve. So just write what your heart desires.

Other Threads and Links




Links to the Recruitment thread and Character sheets will be here. Also any other places that end up needing links.


Interest Thread:




Character Sheets:




OOC Chat:




Introduction Post




This will be the first post for everyone to go off of and begin the RP. Most of the time I will not be playing a single character, instead, as the GM (or Game Master) I will be guiding you all through the world. I will play the NPC's (unless you wish to control one for some reason, if so please let me know ahead of time.), the enemies, and also be a sort of narrater for things. When you make decisions and perform actions I will state what happens when it rolls around to my turn to post again.


A short example just in case there is confusion:


Player 1: Goes out of the airlock to investigate the debris of a ship.


Player 2: Scans for signs of life or activity on board the ship.


Player 3: Looks in the fridge for potato chips.


Me: Player 1 safely floats over to the remains of the broken ship, finding the airlock still functional and powered despite massive damage to the hull. Player 2 discovers faint heat signatures in the cargo hold of the ship. Player 3 finds no potato chips, and should probably help everyone else out.


When I'm playing another character helping you guys I will try my best not to spoil things or make decisions for you all. When I am playing an enemy I will be as fair as possible, but also truly try and kill or capture you, so be wary. Without further adieu here is my introduction post as the GM, when you have all posted once, I will make Feochadan's entrance post and get you all started on the adventure that awaits. Good luck, and have fun everyone!


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The guild was pretty busy this morning. The pale sunlight glittered off glass skyscrapers and transport ships zooming by, and men and women ran about setting up for new shipments of supplies. Today was one of those days that you could feel the excitement in the air. A new set of coordinates was up and teams of Rangers and Guardians were making all their preparations to explore this new region of space as soon as possible. Whenever a new star system popped up on the big billboards it was cause for a lot of excitement. It meant that the Elders and Paragon's decided a previously untraveled sector of space was now greenlit for travel, and that the frontier line would be getting pushed farther back as everything in the systems were recorded. Currently no one had lifted off yet, as there were certain protocols that had to be met before a new expedition could begin.


Having been recently reassigned, you got up early today to meet your new squad at hanger 7. Your transport ship would arrive with your new commanding officer, and you would see who you are working with any minute now. Alien and human workers milled about maintaining equipment and unloading cargo ships while you waited, and every once in a while you might spot a familiar face running an errand. Who would this mysterious new commander be? How were you going to get along with your new crew? Questions with no answers might be circling around in your head right about now. The SPG liked to surprise you every once in a while. Randomly reassigning members, throwing missions at you that you weren't expecting. All you were ever told was how long your current active duty was going to last, and that you should report to the designated hanger at the designated time on your start date. Currently your active duty timer was set to 4 months. This being plenty of time to fly over a planet or two, and take on some other jobs. Whether you are anxious, excited, or curious, pretty soon your first mission was about to begin.


[The RP is a go. Go ahead and make your intro posts when ready. Remember to stay true to posting order. After we have everyones character in the hanger, then your ship will arrive. Have fun!]


[Currently approved players: @FreeSpirit @Milus @Tahana @The One Llama to Rule All @A Mysterious Figure @Kiroshiven]
 
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Shard stood in a corner of the hangar. A Fraxil didn't exactly make people relax and often caused problems. He WANTED to help and although he'd made a good reputation among senior members of the SPG any Ranger's would probably look at him and see the terrifying monsters of Geosis. Despite the best efforts of colleagues, prejudice and fear were natural occurrences while on Sotiris. A loud and rumbling sigh escaped his lips as he watched groups move about. However, he saw a small chance to help when a rather large and obviously heavy box came time to be moved onto the ship. If there was anything Shard was good for, it was being muscle. He wandered over to the box and looked at the people that seemed to be mulling over how to move the heavy materials. "Need a hand?" The crystalline being's voice bellowed to the humans. With a little bit of effort Shard lifted the crate and moved it onto the ship's cargo hold. "There we go. Now let's keep it going. We've got a whole star system to explore." It wasn't much, but it was the only thing that he could do to try and win over some of his new crew mates and hopefully get everyone into a friendlier state of mind.


Shard watched on as the hustle of the crew continued on while still staying out of the way as best he could. A massive crystal beast could become quite the problem if he continued to stand in the entrance to the cargo hold so he walked off the ship and started looking about. His mind ran across the hopes of meeting some of the people from the original Geosis exploration. They were his closest pals and honestly made it a lot easier for him to relax when going on missions. Even after five years, starting from scratch was as terrifying as the thought of returning to Geosis to face his kin, at least he knew what to expect when it came to his species.
 
C.A.R.A. looked around the hanger, taking in everything as it passed her. She had already seen so many new things, and she was curious to see what else she would be able to experience on the actual mission. If a single hanger could hold so many fascinating people and things, a whole new planet would be bound to have even more. She kept seeing people she wanted to talk with, to find out so much more about them, who they were. There were so many other creatures, people made of strange matter and substances that had so many scientific names, as her data files told her in long lists. How did someone made of liquid or gelatinous matter think, fight, even just move? Her data told her all of this, but it was so boring and factious. She wanted to hear that man who walked, or rather slid past her a few minutes ago tell her that it was so annoying when the floors were dirty, or when he wanted to shake someone's hand he would always have to carry a handkerchief for them. She didn't want to read a file about it.


But nevertheless, Cara, as she preferred to write her name now, contented herself with reading file after file about the people who walked past and the objects they carried onto their ships, and waited. She wondered what the people she would be with were like. Would they like her, or would they think she was weird and robotic? She had been working on moving more normally, after all, just because she had extra work done on her, she still sometimes moved a little too fast or stiffly. She thought she had probably gotten the head movement right, and now she practised, turning her head to watch the people move back and forth, making sure to move as casually as other people would. She'd been practising fooling other people into thinking she was human, but the head tilting, that was usually what clued them in. It was quite scary to see someone who you thought was pretty much normal turn their head to the side as stiffly and swiftly as she often did when she was excited or startled. But she was working on it, and it was better now. She hoped. Maybe this mission she could make the others even forget she was an android long enough to have some good conversations.
 
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The prismatic gleam of ethereal sunlight glinted off the thickly scarred face of Sesler as he cracked irisless eyes to the world and stood from a recliner. The hum of commute hundreds of yards below the high rise was dulled by the thick glass that surrounded the outer curve of his apartment. The room had no interior walls and was shaped like a half-moon. A sparse metal bed with thin coverings of exotic fur was raised above the ground, surrounded by immaculate grey stone steps. To the right, a oaken desk laden with papers written in the robotic-like lettering of the Trini. It detailed equations, records from years gone. The papers were not for Sesler; his memory didn't require the keepsakes. It was for the guild. Years of interstellar travel went through his mind like a picture book as a white overcoat seemingly hovered to his elongated fingers. Wrapping around the smooth, synthetic material, he pulled the large overcoat across his shoulders, the ending of the fabric stopping at his waist. The joints were dark, rubber padding allowing his lanky and limber joints to move freely. The dark drawings on his right forearm drank the sunlight, staying pure black against the light red rays. Four months. Four months of teaching, counseling, and exploring. The rush wasn't something he did the work for. Entertainment wasn't necessary for a half-Trini. No, it was the need to educate and the need to learn. The guild allowed that. The desk slid out a few feet farther with a mental tug, revealing the long Dovian blade. The bluesteel sat inside a brown sheath, a belt looped around it. Tying this strap around his waist, Sesler envisioned his route to Hangar Seven. With a new crew of varying ranks, introductions would have to suffice. Of course, he couldn't telepathically do so, which bothered him. Speaking verbally was not a key trait of his species, evident in the almost demonic deepness to the spoken word. Telepathically, it was still deep, but at least human. Stepping through the hiss of sliding doors, Sesler walked down the lengthened hall before reaching another set of doors. This required a press of a blue button to open, exposing a steel room with seemingly no purpose. Pressing his hand against a particular patch of the wall, a keypad flipped outward. Pressing a few numbers, a second panel opened, exposing an up and down arrow. Pressing down, the room flew in that direction. Sesler kept a steely balance as the floor dropped.


The sunlight was vividly brighter as he stalked the streets, apparently disinterested in other pedestrians as he pushed them aside. A mental clock reminded him that he had to calculate his speed over distance if he wanted to accurately arrive. He always did. Sesler subconsciously drank in details of his surroundings as he tried to discover the dilemma of his last commanding officer. Perhaps retirement? The man was aging. Yet, he doubted that was the case. Still, he felt the concept of loneliness at the idea of not seeing the man. One of the few that understood the Trini mutt and held a decent conversation with him. The idea was pressed out of his skull as the looming hangar doors displayed a vibrant "7" on the side as he stepped in. Sesler had experience with other aliens before, and a Trini wasn't bias by default, but the sight of a Fraxil still put him into the mindset of wariness. There had to be no fear, however. The giant had a reason to be there, benign purpose. He posed no danger. Diverting his attention, Sesler beckoned to an attendant with a sickly green complexion and a short stature. The little man's black eyes sat on the end of two long stalks atop his crown, and moved independently from one another. Sesler opened his mind, speaking to the creature. Hsin, I request information on my crew members.


The man only shrugged. The guild and their damn games. A coughlike laugh sprung from the dwarf's chest as he walked away, apparently taking humor from the situation. Sesler stood to his full height from the kneeling position he had taken, swiveling his head around the room. A great crowd made it difficult to decipher who his crewmates were, a usually easy task given his educated guessing skills. And yet, one idle individual was different. A young and petite woman who stood stock still as he looked at nearly every individual that passed by. She seemed mortal in her appearance and outward behavior, yet something was off. An aspect Sesler would decipher over a sheet of blank paper. Every person has a number, something that could be registered in math. Probabilities and their outcomes. But all of that didn't work when an anomaly presented itself. First the Fraxil, then the mock-mortal, and the hidden commander. If this was anywhere off of Sotiris, he would have his blade out in anticipation of an ambush. Paranoia never failed him before.
 
Oopotobotodo soaked in the sights of the hanger, and his senses felt engorged with the varying races, technologies, and architectural designs. He longed to communicate with others in order to expand his current information in his new core, but he kept to himself, as he waited for his first mission. His parents, the old core, kept prodding at him with advice; they told him to pay attention, and overlook his surroundings constantly. Yet like a toddler in an unfamiliar place, he didn't respect his parent's help, and ventured around the area. On several occasions, he attempted to start idle chit-chat, but he wasn't successful, since his humanoid appearance as a muscular, brawny Bobos represented something intimidating. However, several minutes passed, and he found himself easing into the environment. Oopotobotodo's naivety overcame his parent's self-protective nature.


He nervously engaged with another being, "Hello, friend. I like your outfit. It matches my outfit." The other being just stared at him, seeming somewhat annoyed with Oopotobotodo's comment. The being ebbed itself away from the Bobos, for it felt uncomfortable. "Okay. Bye, friend. I love you," said Oopotobotodo as he waved goodbye. Other rangers caught wind of the conversation and they made themselves near Oopotobotodo. Upon noticing the nearby rangers, Oopotobotodo couldn't help but reveal his excitement verbally, "Hey, it's more friends! My name's Oopotobotodo, or you can call me O." Then, one of the rangers responded physically by touching a visible area of Oopotobotodo's liquid skin, since Oopotobotodo didn't cover his head with ranger equipment. The Bobos giggled at the ranger's touch, and said, "Hey, that tickles, friend." Unfortunately, the curious ranger soon felt a little tug on his hand, causing the ranger to speak cruelly to Oopotobotodo. In a coarse manner, the ranger said, "Get chur gringly body under contral or somethin'" However, a confused expression formed in Oopotobotodo's facial area, as Oopotobotodo replied, "What does gringly mean?" The curious ranger managed to pull out his hand, but the ranger noticed a few of his nails had dissipated, and the ranger showed his hand in horror to the Bobos. Oopotobotodo looked at the hand blatantly, and spoke a few words, "Oh, I'm sorry. Your hand's kind of pleasant in my body." The ranger viewed the Bobos with disgust, and the ranger promptly left the Bobo's presence. Yet again Oopotobotodo would wave goodbye, and he would take notice of the others leaving as well.


Now all by himself, Oopotobotodo felt disheartened in his current predicament. In order to keep himself busy, he put on a little jam inside his head, or rather he told his old core to play a melody from his parent's youth. "Hum-de-dum-de-dul-de-dul-de-doo," mumbled the Bobos. The song eased his body, and the waves of the music echoed throughout the Bobo's body as each tune made a sweet, honeyed melody in his watery body. Then, he started to sing a bit louder, "I got myself a gringly body, and I'm so hum-de-dum about it!" Others would find him awkward, or somewhat amusing, as the Bobos sang his verses. However, his harmony was quite off, as he did sing in varying pitches, "I'm on my way to the stars; a mission with the rangers who're my pals." After several minutes of singing, the old core stopped playing the music, which caused Oopotobotodo to abruptly finish singing. Oopotobotodo knew his mission nearing, since his old core wouldn't continue with his favorite song.
 
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Madelyn aimlessly walked through the hangar as the morning sun warmed her back. In such a massive building she felt so small even if she reached taller than many that passed. Many strange and unique creatures and beings passed her, it was an unusual sight since her home planet was almost exclusive to other Ujit. Out of all the places she’d been this was certainly one the most interesting and impressive.


It wasn’t long since she arrived at the hangar, and she was now looking for the ones she was to meet up with. The only problem was that she had no idea who that was, but she was excited nonetheless. The sheer size and atmosphere of the building reminded her of her time in the Ujin military, and it felt great. Just thinking about those times made her fingers itch for some work and it’d actually been some time since she’d been this built up to get her hands dirty again.She’d usually not wear any other Uniform than her good old worn AFU one, but she felt it was fitting the occasion to put on her new Sotiris one. She was already beginning to feel as if she was a part of something bigger than herself.
 
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A ray of sunlight peeked through the blinds and began pouring into a bedroom. The solar-sensor alarm clock began to ring, ringing twice before Kazper Pokerlash’s slim arm reached out and silenced it from across the bed. Today was the day. The culmination of every class, lecture, and training session with the prestigious Sotiran Prosperity Guild. Almost 18 months of SPG field training led him to this moment…


18 months away from home… Leaving his home planet Edo, wasn’t a terribly difficult thing to do, as he had felt there wasn’t much left for him there, save for his estranged mother and his way-back friend Gunther. Kaz and Gunther had known together since they were young Centaurian boys, but it was Gunther who wanted to stay behind in the land they both knew. As Kazper stood in front of his bathroom mirror, he began to realize how much older he seemed to have grown. Blonde hair of medium length fell around his ears. His jaw had become more defined and his face had become fuller. It seemed like his eyes had stayed the same though, the same blue irises he had stared into many times in the past. 


After eating a quick breakfast of chicken and rice, brushing his teeth, and looking one last time at his apartment, Kazper was out the door with Dox, his Kavi-Labrador mutt tagging along on a leash behind him. Kazper dropped off Dox at a veterinary care-taking home and said his final farewells to his furry-eared companion. Their parting was a bittersweet one, but Kazper knew the adventure he was about to be a part of would render him with many stories to tell Dox when he got back. Excitement led him to Hangar 7, where the bustling atmosphere of the facility only added to his nervousness. Different alien crewmen walked, floated, and tumbled about as they hurried to get their preparations for the exploration finished. Kazper shuffled into the hangar and into the designated meeting area, captivated by the weird and wonderful things his eyes were seeing.


A massive crystalline Fraxil assisted several others load a heavy crate into one of their ship’s cargo holds (Kaz had never seen one in real life before). What seemed to be a human made of water had just finished singing something, which Kaz thought was kinda cool. Several tall beings entering the hangar also caught his eye; the man in a masterful outfit with a sword hanging from his waist and the towering female Ujit whose face was like a starry night sky. Finally, he saw what he figured was a human girl watching from the other side of the room, motionless like him, but observing those around her. Many different thoughts flooded into his head as he asked himself if these people were the ones he was going to be crewmates with. Kaz only hoped for the best.
 
Bzzzzz


Bzzzzz


Bzzzzz


Shummmmphhh


System start up, scanning, scanning.


Lethal dosage checked and confirmed.


Systems functioning, targeting tests in progress.


Awakening subject.


Small shock.


No response.


Larger shock.


Subject conscious.


Logan's eyes slowly opened, and he was greeted by the familiar glare of the blue interior lights of the helmet's inside visor. He let out a deep yawn and cracked his jaw idly as the suit started its self, the targeting checking and double checking. Logan moved his fingers, and felt the machine respond, like a extension of his body. He rolled his shoulders, the machine responded. Logan's mind jumped to the next issue, lack of vision. It would seem that the robot was not the only thing having issues starting up, it took Logan a moment, but his mind finally realized a thick ship cover had been slung over him. Reaching up, he grabbed the cover and slung it off him with a mighty whoosh, and was greeted with a very different image then he was expecting.


Logan was confronted with a hanger teeming with life, different species, specialties, and sizes buzzed about, ships took off and landed, and more then a few of them jumped or jerked back at the sudden movement of the large machine which had previously been hidden as a shapeless form in the corner. The first huge boot stepped forwards into the sunlight and Logan was forced to squint, his eye adjusting. Smaller species scattered as the boot thudded down on the hard steel, and he let his large gauntleted hand fall to the laser sword hilt at his hip, and found nothing but, air, and his other hand grabbed at nothing when looking for his machine gun. The man felt strangely naked without his weapons, even though he was encased in hundreds of pounds of metal and mechanics. But the one thing that Logan missed most was the hand cannon which usually hung at his hip, a massive revolver which punched through most anything.


The machine clad man stepped forwards, a little unsteady, a small pixy looking creature scurried out of the way as he swayed a bit, but he eventually got his legs back under him. Logan took a couple wary steps, then broke into his large, sure strides. As he walked Logan glanced down at the insignia which was branded into his suits shoulder, and laughed a bit to himself, which was magnified across the hanger, due to him forgetting that his microphone was still active. He received some worried looks, and everyone kept their distance. Especially those of the higher ranks, who knew why he wore the machine. Some thought the machine was to protect him from his enemies, and those were the people Logan found funny, no, this machine was to protect his friends from him. A knot formed in his gut thinking about how many of his own he had killed in a fit of rage, but he eventually forced it to dissipate. Now, where was the officer who was supposed to be at his side 24/7? Another day, another mission. One mission closer to freedom.


@Blood Born Angel 
 
She woke up, heading hurting like it had done for years now. She had no idea why it did hurt but it was something she could deal with. Minor pain in her head wasn't a big deal, even though it seemed like something had gone wrong inside her head. she ignored it, getting up and brushing the bed sheets away. Her helmet was on her table next to the bed. An old oak thing, study enough to keep the weight of a object up long enough before it collapsed even it had never collapsed yet. She yawned, feeling the sleep around her eyes she headed towards the shower which was luckily a few feet away in its own room. Handy that She thought to herself as she stripped out of her night clothes before getting into the shower. It wasn't instantly hot when she turned on the water, that annoyed her more than anything and standing there waiting for it to heat up made her feel like an idiot. 


After the shower, which had thankfully turned hot after a few seconds, she pulled on her uniform before drying her hair completely. She walked into the kitchen/ dining room. It was more of a combination of the two in a L shape. She checked the cabinets for any signs of something edible remembering that she did her weekly shop on this particular day "I really need to get more food" she muttered to herself, managing to find some a cereal box hiding in one of the corners. She finished her breakfast off and grabbed her backpack. The backpack was mostly full of stuff she needed to work, spare change of clothes, her tablet and even a pad which contained two decks of playing cards. In case something happened of course. Grabbing her helmet, she left the apartment that she stayed in knowing that she wouldn't be seeing the place for a while. A smile appeared on her face before she shut the door on the air conditioned apartment.


Rosie entered Hangar 7 after a brisk walk from her apartment, she was lucky that she had a place to stay so close to the Hangar. The Hangar was busy as usual. Not surprising in the slightest. A hanger wasn't exactly supposed to be quite at at single point in time. Her backpack was now slung over her right shoulder instead of being strapped to her back. It felt a little lighter in her mind but her arm would tell a different story in a few minutes. She saw a few faces who she recognised, walking around but she didn't get the chance to talk to them. She went over to the weapons locker, placing her thumbprint onto her locked and pulling out the gun and smiling at it "Hello my beauty" She pressed a small button, hearing the mechanics wind up to its optimum point. It was now fully charged up and she pressed the button again, hearing the mechanics wind down. She headed out, leaning onto the hangar wall, now waiting to see which crew members she was dealing with. 
 
Everything was business as usual in the hanger. Some may think it looked a bit chaotic, but those who had been with the guild long enough knew that there was something new around every corner. The insanity of this morning was not quite over yet however. One of the hanger doors began to open as yellow emergency lights flashed warning people to clear the landing zone. As the thick metal doors slid apart a ship could be seen lowering itself down to the floor below. For the most part it looked like a standard SPG exploration model, or at least half of it did... The back half of the ship was recognizable with it's streamline tube shape, and simple vertical and horizontal stabilizers. This was where the cargo sat, and most of the crew and living quarters resided. The front half; however, appeared to be the main chassis of a bomber class Sotiran vessel. The front like a giant arrow-head, some saying taking inspiration from a manta ray in it's horizontal angles. On top of it all, the ship looked like it had been damaged badly many times. One of the main thrusters being completely the wrong color, and obviously attached haphazardly. There were patches of hull that looked stitched on and some that looked freshly damaged. Melted metal that probably had only recently cooled dotting the surface of the ship. There were many spectators to the ships landing, and while it wouldn't be outright obvious, many of the soon to be crew members could guess that this was there new home for four months... For better or worse. The ship slowly rotated to face the far end of the hanger, and as it turned the name of the spacecraft could be seen written plainly on the side in SPG colors. The Sojourn. Some groups of workers spoke in hushed voices over the name, for they knew it's pilot very well. When The Sojourn finally touched down and the aft ramp lowered, almost half the hanger had there eyes on the ship in anticipation. Who could this mysterious person be?


He walked out onto the edge of the ramp from the dim lit interior. He looked a bit rugged in his grease smeared and soot blackened uniform, but somehow still managed to make it look good. His hair was swept back slightly, as if a large jet of air had blasted him in the face, and he held a holographic checklist that he was peering at with a stern expression. "Alright! Listen up, I need 4 months worth of rations packed in the coolers, two crates of power cores, and someone to take a look at my DS Drive because I'm pretty sure it's about to explode." He looked up from his checklist and his words were punctuated with a loud popping sound from somewhere back in the ship. Workers scrambled to start loading his ship and engineers rushed into the ship tugging on protective gear as they went. The man looked at them all with a sort of casual disinterest, probably having done this many times. He then looked down at this holopad again and cleared his throat. "Okay then, while that's getting done. I need everyone on this list to come forward. Ranger, Madalyn Knight. Guardian, Shalathan Mactos. Master, Selser. Ranger, Kasper Pokerlash. Guardian, Logan Smith. Ranger, Rosie Knights. Ranger, Cara. Guardian, Khalee Aneirin. And... Ranger, Oopo... Oopoto.. o.. Oopotobo... Ah umm... Ranger, O." The man looked up scanning the crowd for his new crew, eyebrows raised inquisitively. Hopefully they wouldn't hide their faces for shame of their new captain, that many were having a very odd first impression of. Veteran guild members snickered at his extravagant entrance, knowing full well that the 9 names that were called were going to have their hands full with him. In any case, it was time for them to step forward and take on their next journey. Where was this odd man going to take them?


[Mwuahahaha. Your captain Feo is waiting for you now. Remember to post in the order you all started in. This is just so we don't have people posting over each other on accident and making everyone confused. (This has happened many times to me. x.x) When the last of you have posted I will once again continue us on our way, the speed at which we move is entirely up to you all. Have fun meeting Feochadan!]
 
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Shard looked over at the ship as it arrived. He'd seen it before, battle torn and ready to fall apart at a moments notice. This was the sign of a good ship. Yeah, falling apart was never a good thing, but it also meant that the captain at least knew enough to get out of dodge when trouble brewed its ugly mug. There would be far fewer casualties on The Sojourn than there'd been on a few of his other scouting missions, at least, if this was his ship. Shard moved a bit closer eyes glaring at him as he passed, but quickly changing to remorse. It was still irritating, the sooner they got onto the ship the better. That's when the captain finally made his appearance.


The youngest paragon to date, Feo. Shard had honestly heard a lot about this guy over news feeds and from the internet. It was a surefire experience under this particular individuals reign. The fact that he haphazardly joked about something exploding in his ship made shard lower his guard just a little. It was like watching a comedy act but at the same time, watching someone that at least earned his place acting however he wanted. Then the list came out and Shard heard his full name. It was rather annoying. The scientists named him as such, but he kept reminding them that Shard was easier and better to work with. Alas, he would have to answer the call of his new captain. Deciding to be a bit of a smart ass and clear the way, Shard tapped his tail on the ground and watched a crystal wall begin to from as a line toward the front.


Walking along the top of it, he got quite a few stares and more fearful looks, but he wasn't doing this to impress. It was a show of a talent that only he had as a Fraxil. The captain may have had a dossier of his new crew, but it would be better to see them first hand. Shard smirked as people finally gave him some space at the end of his wall. With a quick tap against his tail, Shard made sure that the floor went back to normal. "Guardian Shard, if you would please Captain, at your service." He nodded slightly and adjusted his shoulders, the metal plate guarding his core stone being a bit irritating. "It's a......"Shard had to think for a minute as the word escaped him "Pleasure, to serve under you. Just know that I'm ready to die for the well being of any member of the crew. Do not.........hesitate to ask." Shard sighed as his introduction had been somewhat ruined by his own lack of knowledge. He could feel his claws clenching into fists and had to do everything in his power not to punch The Sojourn and add another dent into its hull.
 
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Wow. the spaceship she was to be travelling on for the next few months was intriguing, to say the least. Cara had always preferred old things, things with a history, with files upon files of information, ready and waiting to be installed and remembering in her hard drive, and this ship, The Sojourn, as her database and the words on the side of the ship told her it was called, had a hell of a lot of history, not to mention files. Information on every one of its missions came to the forefront of her mind, and she could put a name, place and event to each dent she could see in the metal. Some might call the spaceship rundown, damaged, useless even, but that was clearly not true. It was beautiful, a work of art even, at least in Cara's eyes. She smiled in delight as she heard her name called, a thrill of excitement running through her at the confirmation that she really was here, about to go on a mission, actually be someone in this world.


Before she could move to walk into the ship, the Fraxil she had seen earlier walked forward first, or rather created a large walkway made of crystal. She had read about these abilities, but seeing them in person was fascinating. She watched eagerly as the Fraxil, Shalathan Mactos, as he was called, headed up to the captain. He reintroduced himself as Shard, and seemed to stumble a little over his words, but Cara knew why, so she didn't care all that much. It would most certainly be intriguing to talk to him and find out as much as she could about him and his abilities. After he had gone up, she decided to follow, walking up to the spaceship, careful to look as unassuming and normal (or at least as normal as normal was these days) as she approached the captain. 


"Hello Captain, I am Ranger Cara, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you, sir," She said firmly, but smiled warmly, hoping to seem friendly. "I look forward to be able to work underneath you for the next 4 months, and I promise that I will not let you down." Cara thought quickly about her introduction. It seemed professional enough, yet also showed her eagerness and determination, at least, thats what her files were telling her. "I am very interested to be able to learn more about other planets and people, and work with the rest of the crew to completely our missions," she added.
 
A resolute atmosphere set into the brooding silence of Sesler's enigmatic mind as hangar doors separated, revealing darkness before being blotted out by the descent of the vessel. The design eluded Sesler's memory. He'd never seen such a unique design. Perhaps a bit of doubt at the vehicular performance, this was squandered by the appearance of the proclaimed captain. Feo, a Paragon. Mortal, too. Judging by the quality of clothing and hygiene, the mechanics of Sojourn would be intimately known by the man. A perhaps crass display of his own awareness of the ship's condition. But to what end? There was intelligence buried behind the demeanor, to be true. Paragons were figures of brilliance, not the political game of Trini-Home. The ship had a purpose, ancrystal,s concealed by the lackluster appearance. A disguise for lack of a better word. A facade. Mathematically structured for long-term habitation and exploration. Four months was reachable for such a ship.


And yet, Sesler pondered this slowly, methodically looking at the small separations of different parts of the ship. It could not be classed as an explorer vessel or a fighter. Nothing matched the bill. But it was home. For a stretch of time. As the list was read, it was replied with the Fraxil's movements. The Trini's earlier hypothesis was correct; benign purpose or not, he was a crew member. And yet, his gift seemed...different from the Fraxil Sesler had researched over the years. Morphing crystal into shapes around them required thinking beyond their aggressive tendencies. It made sense that no ordinary Fraxil could function in the team.


The woman who proved to be a calculated anomaly paced after the living crystal. Observing, seeing, viewing the area in front of her. Enjoying the idea of travel as a Ranger. And yet, unwholesomely mortal. Something different in the gait. As though practiced. Perhaps a field of medical science had done marvels. But no guild would allow a dangerous asset to be transported along with the crew. Beyond Smith, however. Capable of subjugation if necessary though unlikely. Sesler would have to juggle the responsibilities as Master, teacher, and caretaker over the four months. If sighing was an outward expression he was inclined to, now would be a sufficient time. On his world, those with the mentality of a senseless killer were silenced. He would be, too, if he ever went back. A sudden wince struck him around his eyes before he squeezed them shut. A fit of regret had come and gone. Decades ago, they were much more vivid. Now, they were little other than a spurt of exertion.


Sesler opened his eyes once more, placing one foot after another in even steps, the distance between each step never varying. He paced up the incline, raising his head as he stood perhaps a foot and a half away from the captain. A rather persistent trait done to him by his past and birth, he had a tendency to stare deeply into another's eyes. It was cold, aggressionless, without break. No Trini was a mind reader nor a clairvoyant, but one's character shown in their eyes. The little vibration mortal pupils had as they drank in details. The color around these black orbs that Sesler lacked. An unwavering air replied back to his own eyes as he stared into the Paragon's. Confidence. Sesler closed his eyes for a moment, before speaking. "Master Sesler, responding within the time parameters prediscussed. I shall have a full report of myself presented to you by the end of one Sol." He broke his gaze, clasping his left wrist behind his back with his right hand as he walked inside the interior. Many duties will befall him in the coming days.
 
The old core corrected Oopotobotodo's current behavior quite easily, because Oopotobotodo saw the emergence of a ship and a mysterious figure. Oopotobotodo's amazement could barely be contained, as his dumbfounded expression encouraged him to speak, "Cool! It's The Sojourn! I remember reading it in a magazine." Unfortunately, Oopotobotodo forced himself to quell his further ambitions, since a nearby ranger told him, "Shut up! You small-brained twat." The words seemed to hit him hard, not because it was an insult, but because he knew his organic functions required no brain, since the core served as his brain. Fortunately, his lamentations didn't last long, because he again perked up at the mention of his name, or rather the mention of his nickname. "O, that's me," thought Oopotobotodo.


Immediately, Oopotobotodo walked to greet the captain, a cool-looking dude, in Oopotobotodo's honest, naïve opinion; "Capitan Ugly. Te he estado esperando. Oh, wait. Sorry, my new core was acting up-," a slight chuckle interrupted his comment, "Anyways, Captain Feo, your coolness radiates deep into my core. It's so great that I get to serve under you, and I'm ready to do any mission," finished Oopotobotodo. Oopotobotodo's expression contorted itself to form a happy appearance, yet his expression would overwhelm anyone looking at his face, for he had a wide empty smile along with large, random eyes. His face almost seemed like an exaggerated happy 90's anime character. He would be standing next to the other individuals whose names were called by Captain Feo. As he stood, he awaited further orders, and the opportunity of a lifetime. Sooner, or later he would gain the experience required for him to mature fully.



 
 
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Madelyn's eyes were as if taped to the incoming ship as she paced around, it’s design was new and as she could only describe it as, exquisite to her. It’s many scratches and dents made her want a closer look but she decided it was better not to do something she probably shouldn’t on her first day. She saw a man step out of the ship, not any man but a well known paragon at that. He spoke as if in a hurry, though most of the others in hangar did as well his voice drowned the others. 


He started reading from some sort of list, and as Madelyn’s name rang out through the building she stopped dead in her tracks. She saw some others parting from the crowds starting to walk towards the ship, including a… Fraxil? It’s crystal build and menacing appearance screamed of Fraxil, but it was something about it that seemed so different from the savage monsters she knew them to be. She took a deep breath and stood as tall as she could stretch before starting to firmly pace towards the awaiting man and her now fellow crew mates. When close enough she stopped and made eye contact with her new commander, she clenched one of her fists and put it on her back while saluting by vertically placing her other hand on her forehead. “Madelyn Knight, Former captain of the AFU, at your service.” She said with an upmost respectful tone as she with a swift swipe removed her hand from her forehead.
 
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Things were about to become especially different for the Zethiin Twins Valaina and Aartyom, it was a brand new world with a whole new adventure, but it wasn't without its dangers. The Zethiin evolved without the ability to see the common white light (What we see) spectrum. They weren't color blind, they were blind blind. Still with their natural ability to see infrared they were able to pick up on heat from the multiple different life forms around them. Strange ape like beings known as 'humans',  odd magic ones called 'elves', it was endless seeing all the different peoples. It was far different from the Kala and kin they were used to, everything was very... Warm. Valaina led her brother through the crowd to an SPG customs unit, as part of the Zethiin agreement to SPG some of the best and brightest were sent in to work for the SPG advancing them in whatever way they can. Valaina and Aartyom were the first wave of Zethiin to serve the SPG.


"We're lost... So much heat... It's hard to tell where we're going!" Aartyom complained. He had good reason, with the bright body heat of thousands of hot bloods, he might as well be blind.


"Oh stop whining brother. The Elder said that they would be here somewhere... Just turn on your Radio setting, we'll find the customs agent I just know it." Valaina answered with weak confidence. A few changes of light spectrum and soon all they could see were strange rays of vibrating light traveling in every direction. White lines were considered private communication, Green were protected frequencies, blue was public, and red was military. Sadly it was like a rainbow medley of Colors, but there was a spiderweb of red due east of their current location. "See that might be it! Switch to your echolocation and guide me through while I lead us." Valaina chipperly said. Aartyom grinned, her sisters ingenuity was near unmatched by her kin. 


"Roger... Switching to echolocation... Now..." A small constant 'Ping Ping Ping' echoed inside his helmet, and soon outline images of all the different peoples showed up as white lines in his visor. With everything set he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Alright... I'm ready... Lead on..." They then walked in perfect sync heading towards what they hoped was the officer they needed to see. A large male figure approached them from the right, Aartyom reacted immediately. "Pull left sister..." He said as he gently pulled her to the left out of the man's way. Not long after two thin seemingly female figures were heading directly towards them. "Pull right sister..." He said pulling her to the right.


Normally they wouldn't have to worry about this so much, their infrared vision allowed them to quickly navigate the colder landscapes back on Zethiin, yet here it was too much. The heat was good for their cool blood though, it warmed them up. Due to their inability to see, and  inability to read the 'SPG Basic language's the two Zethiin were forced to take these drastic actions. Still it was like a delicate dance; both partners had to be in sync in their strengths and in step. If they were to misstep it would ruin the performance and cause disaster. In this dance Valaina led with her body while Aartyom led with his eyes. Such is the case for the Zethiin. Thankfully they had arrived at the desk.


"Look lady I told you, this is not a customer support line, this is SPG Dispatch and Customs! You can't keep calling about your broken power core! I don't care if your fridge is powerless call a mechanic! Sheesh what's this world coming to?" Said a unusually accented deep and frustrated man. The twins switched back to infrared and saw a heavyset man in a insulated suit. It was unclear who he was talking to, but that could be why everyone is in such a hurry. If a power core is down they might be rushing to fix it. The man faced them, his demeanor rather impatient. "What do you want?" He rudely asked.


"Oh, well me and my brother were told to find SPG Dispatch for..."


"You found the guy! Now what was it? Come on I'm in a hurry!" The man interrupted. Valaina was taken back by how rude he was, still she forgave him. Aartyom however was ready to shoot this man for his behavior but he heard that was... Unfavorable here.


"Well me and my brother are here for our orders, we are enlisted as Rangers." Valaina proudly said.


"Didn't you get your papers from the Processing Station?" The man asked, typing away at a computer.


"We are blind to white light... We can't read... Your language... And your officer didn't supply Braille." Aartyom answered. The man drew a heavy frustrated sigh slammed something into a keyboard.


"Give me your Codenames Rangers." The man grumbled.


"Absinthe and Aartyom." Valaina heard furious typing as she spoke. Then came some odd machinery and weird clicking. 


"Hmph, Zethiin. I have not of heard of your race, must be brand new. In that case forgive my attitude, things have been hectic lately." The man apologized. His words sounded like they were honest so the twins accepted the apology. "Now let's see... You are on guard duty... No wait you were just transfered to the Sojourn with Captain Feo. Hmm you 2 must be special, for that's normally an exploration vessel." A few metal sheets came out of a rather old sounding machine and he handed them to the twins. "These are braille directions to the vessel, I'm sure you can see well enough to find it since you found me. Well good luck."


While it wasn't the first thing they learned, the students were familiar with braille. Apparently according to these directions they needed to look to the left and walk fifteen paces. After following these instructions they stumbled onto a rather cold looking hanger that led to a rather cold ship filled with many odd creatures. One didn't have a real heat signature, only a strange reflection of heat like a crystal. Another was like a floating suit of armor that made kinda weird sounds. They had no idea who the Captain was or what his heat image would look like so they walked around aimlessly trying to find D anyone who would be a Captain. Surely they would be approached soon as two armored and helmeted soldiers walking into a ship is sure to bring attention, especially since they seem blind.


(So I brought the twins to the ship, since they can't see light like we can they are struggling to figure what is what, who is who etc. If you want to interact with them be warned that they might not see you if you are a blob or a crystal behemoth. Aartyom might see you with his echolocation but it's really important to tread heavily to let them know you are nearby. They see infrared so they can see heat but until they develop visors that interpret white light, faces will be hard for them to remember.)


@Blood Born Angel
 
After changing into his SPG uniform, Kazper exited the locker rooms and saw it. The Sojourn. There it was.


Kazper's eyes became fixed on the vessel as it's massive shape began to fill the space on the docking station. Among it's various dips, dents, and seemingly duds of mounted machinery, the ship seemed otherwise put together. Granted, it wasn't a brand-spankin' new Star Glider V, but the spacecraft before him seemed to be in its own league of beauty meets functionality. Paralleling this feature, a man with a prince's face but a mechanic's uniform emerged from her belly: Captain Feo. The many anecdotes and stories about the Captain seemed to agree with one specific idea: Feo was almost like a Ranger's spirit in a Paragon's body. The brown-haired, blue-eyed leader began calling people's names and not five seconds elapsed before different people began coming forward, including the Fraxil he had spotted earlier.



The massive rock being introduced himself as "Shard" as Kazper marveled at the creature's unique molecular skin make-up, mentally noting to avoid the use of the Fraxil’s original name, as the Captain had done. Who knew how much strength was underneath that much skin? Kaz was not eager to find out. 
The other girl, who he learned had called herself Cara, also joined the party. Now that she was closer, he could see that she definitely wasn’t human; her movements were abnormally regular. Kaz concluded she was most likely an android of sorts, but her exterior finish did an amazing job at making her appear as an attractive young woman.



Sesler, the Master, approached the Captain as well, showing a confidence that was both dominant and dutiful. The Trini swordsman didn’t seem like he would demand respect, verily because he didn’t need to, as how he carried himself said a thousand words already.
In almost opposite fashion, Oopotobotodo or “O”, strolled up to the Captain with a smile almost too big for his face. Their interaction was almost comedic, but O wasn’t so bizarre as to forget the formalities at hand. Lastly, Madelyn the Ujit, greeted the Captain with a firm salute, demonstrating her military background, a gesture Kazper found admirable.



Avoiding the watery trail O left behind, Kaz adjusted his uniform to look presentable and walked up to the Captain, until they were face to face. Kaz brought his hands together at his sides and then bowed in respect, following up with,



“Sir, Ranger Pokerlash, reporting for duty. It is an honor to serve under you for our expedition on the Sojourn. If you have any inquiries, please feel free to ask.” Kazper smiled, bowed once more, and then began towards the boarding ramp of the Sojourn, excitement lifting his spirits.
 
 
Logan turned sharply, his mech letting out a sharp hiss as he did and he came face to face with quite the odd bunch. Logan's heavy boot hit the ground as he turned with a "Thud" and he looked over the "Captain." Not really much to look at, but he would have to do, as long as he didn't get in the way, Logan and he would have no problems what so ever. Though the captain did seem oddly familiar, reminded Logan vividly of a previous commander. They had been out on the front lines of the Darastian war, Logan was just a new lad, and barely had gotten competent with his gun, much less a laser sword. That commander would have been a good one. But at the time he was a pompous, loud, bossy new Master, who had only achieved there due to his influential parentage and excessive amounts of money. The two Guardians under him had been in the field for six plus years, and fought the Darasts for years, but the Commander refused to listen to them, insisting they push up their line, over extending them. He ended up with a Darast claw through his throat and being used as a play toy for them. Logan only survived that mission by hiding himself under a friend's corpse.


Logan flipped up his visor and squinted into the unfiltered light, and stepped forwards leaning down to look the commander in the eye, his one good one a inky blue, and a massive gaping socket where his other should be. His face was like a butcher block of scars and pit marks from shrapnel, it looked not unlike a unused butcher block, and his breath smelled heavily of cigars and alcohol, a half grown stubble covering his jaw. He smiled sarcastically at the commander and said,


"Guardian Logan, Reporting for duty," Mocking the one who went before him, and then added in a quiet growl, "Just keep your shorts on sparky. And stay the fuck out of the way." And with that he stepped past, his heavy boots thudding as he walked.


Logan looked over the group which came before him, a guy made of gel-o, A pebble, and a little girl machine. Great. Logan had been in many different outfits and groups, but this had to top it all off. It made him look over his suit one more time, same old same old, it had gotten him through more shitty scenarios than he could have counted, and was a tough thing to crack. But if one of the enemies happened...just happened to crack it open and free him, well then it was a couple gun blasts and a broken pebble before he was free. Logan wished he had a cigar. Bad. He would have to get someone to light one and put it in his mouth, who, he had no idea, the suit simply was too damn bulky to do so. 


Logan made his way towards the blob, figuring the little bastard couldn't do much harm and grunted to....him?


"Mind giving me a light?" A smile playing on his lips as he gestured to his hip, where a thick leather pouch hung, about the size of a back pack, but about the size of a saddle bag, but looking quite normal on his hip. Inside was a compressible laser rifle and Betsy. His very first laser revolver given to him by his father, it could blow a mans head off, spine and all in one clean shot, and the kick had given him many a black eye and sore arm. A few maps, tactic plans, tobacco, and booze were stashed in there as well. Over all this was poured a assortment of cigars, cigarettes, and caffeine needles.  
 
She grinned when her name was called out and stepped forward a little to enthusiastically "Ranger Rosie Knights reporting for duty, Sir!" Her smile was broad and she saluted, just to top it all off. She had seen the other crew members which had all stepped forward before her. The ship she was staying on was quite strong, as proven by the mass of dents in the hull. She guessed that the history of The Sojourn was quite broad and the Captain himself who went by the name of Feo, was to have some medals right? Or at leas that's what she anticipated. She slipped out of her daydream and looked over the crew once again, making a mental note of their names and characteristics. 


The crew in their own right seemed to be an odd bunch when together. No two people were exactly the same or had the same strengths or weaknesses. At this point Rosie knew that this would be an interesting 4 months on the battered but still functions Sojourn. She bet she would enjoy working the ship more than anyone. After her quick and enthusiastic greeting, which seemed to raise the eyebrows of a few people, her smile quickly disappeared off her face and seriousness took over. A sign that she didn't want to be bothered. It could come and go without her wanting it and it naturally kept people away.
 
"Oh boy," Feo let out quietly as his crew began to file up to the ship. He was definitely going to have a good 'ol time with this bunch, but that was the point in this job. They might not think it from looking at him, but Captain Wynter was more then prepared for every single one of them. The first of the bunch to greet him was the largest and most fearsome of them all. A Fraxil, who made a decent display of skill on his way to Feo's side; however, his speech was far from exemplary. That would be fine though. Feo had dealt with much worse in the way of broken common. "Welcome aboard Shard, it'll be a pleasure to have you with us." Feo nodded to him smiling pleasantly, the creature did not have to tell him he would die for the crew. Feo knew full well that Shard was a true Guardian despite what others thought of his race.


The next was another special case that had been assigned to him. Cara, a young woman in appearance but a highly advanced machine underneath. Feo had his qualms about mechanical beings, but he felt no apprehension or unwarranted detest to the girl before him. She was actually quite attractive. Hmhmm, lets not start with that again Feo. The captain nodded to her as he greeted him, and looked back down at his holopad. "There'll be plenty to learn aboard The Sojourn dear, as members of the guild we're always discovering new things." His eyes turned back to her and he gave her a confident wink. The universe could teach everybody something new.


Third in line was the highest ranking of those under his command. Master Sesler, a Trini who would probably be one of the greatest assets in terms of leadership and strategic decision making. Feo felt the way he gazed into his eyes, there was very little a person could do to hide their inner self against the nearly omniscient gaze of the Trini. Feochadan did not try to hide anything though, taking the full brunt of Sesler's scrutiny. He may be a simple mortal, but there were many reasons he was raised to the rank of Paragon. He wondered if the Master could piece together why on their journey. "I look forward to your report, Master Sesler. I'm sure you'll take to your duties well in the days to come." The man made his way into The Sojourn without another word, but no more was needed at this time so Feochadan turned his attention to his next crew member. Three down huh? Whew, this was going to be an interesting four months.


 Oopotobotodo, another new Ranger and from another very alien race. Feo had been skeptical about such a juvenile seeming creature going on an exploration mission, but he had agreed to take him on as part of the crew in the end. With O's greeting Feo was slightly taken aback, and the face he made. Oh boy. "Hello, O. I hope my coolness continues to inspire you throughout our journey. Also... keep practicing your facial expressions." Feo didn't know whether to be concerned or amused but his own expression sat somewhere between those emotions. From what he could gather O should function adequately during their journey, and based on the way his physiology worked he would become more and more competent as time went by. It was a smart decision on Andre's part sending him to Feochadan. There were fewer better learning experiences.


Madelyn Knight was who came to him next. Her level of respect was very welcome, and Feo showed it in return by dipping his head low in a formal bow. A former captain would have some experience he was in sore need of. Feo could fly anything, but The Sojourn had always been a challenge alone. It was originally designed to by flown by four individuals. Not including the many other stations aboard the ship that weren't directly connected to the main cockpit. Ms. Knight might be the extra pair of hands he needed, though she would sure have her work cut out for her. As were the others. The Sojourn wasn't getting any younger. "Welcome aboard m'lady. It's a pleasure to have you with us."


Before his next crew member arrived, a young man and women appeared to be waltzing into his ship without a care in the world. Just as they passed Feo called out to them. "Oi, you two. Come here." Feochadan snapped at the two to get their attention. He wasn't sure who they were exactly, but if they were trying to get on his ship they better have a good reason. "State your business on my ship." Whether the two were making a mistake or had a legitimate reason to be there was up for grabs, but they better spit it out soon. Feo was about to grill them some more, when his holopad bleeped with a crew update. He gave it a once over, and quickly noticed that the two young aliens here were just assigned to his command. "Well shit, last minute changes are always a pain. Are you two Valaina and Malcolm? The Zethiin twins?" He assumed they were, since they fit the profiles rather well, and had just tried to march into his ship fully clad in military gear. While he awaited their answer one of his other crew members came and greeted him. Feochadan turned his attention the the man and bowed in return, giving him a soft smile. "The honor is mine Mr. Pokerlash. I'll make sure to keep that in mind."


As the human passed him by the real tough cookie decided to show himself. Logan Smith. He was a real hard case, and had probably three times as much combat experience as the rest of the crew. Feochadan had extensively read over his paperwork, and although many others would have outright refused the man, Feo knew he could handle him. A smirk played out across his lips as the intimidating man loomed over him. "I'd watch your step Logan, there are worse things then that suit out there on the frontier lines. I hope you're ready to pull your weight." It wasn't so much a threat, as a challenge to the gruff man. He could probably crush most opponents with ease, but he had never faced the true wrath of a Paragon. What he did on this journey would determine his fate in the long run. He could take his chances or crash and burn like many before him. Feochadan's command would be his trail by fire.


There was one last crew member to come up and greet their new captain. Ranger Rosie Knights, a similar name to Madelyn Knight but from the paperwork there seemed to be no real correlation. Strange how much cultures blended over the centuries that they could come up with similar names. Or was it simply fate intertwining the universe? Who could truly know? "A pleasure to make your acquaintance m'lady, I can see your excited." When her expression soured due to what seemed to be the judgement of others Feochadan chuckled briefly. "Don't let someone else's attitude spoil your own, I welcome an enthusiastic crew." He took a moment to scan the crowd once more. It appeared that along with the transfer of the twins, a member had also been delayed, and most likely wouldn't be joining them anytime soon. An unfortunate turn of events.


"It would appear that is everyone so far. Everyone still standing around should get their asses inside. There's plenty of room. Make sure you familiarize yourself with The Sojourn, she'll be your home for the next four months. May not seem like a while, but out on the edges of the galaxy a lot can happen in a short amount of time." Feochadan grinned as he led the crew who had stayed by his side into the ship. Upon ascending the ramp, they would notice first off how impressive the size of the ship actually was. The back portion was big enough to be a hanger itself, and actually housed a small launch bay for a rough looking skiff that served as land transport. More ramps rose up to either side of the launch bay, leading to the cargo hold that was filled with guild workers stocking her up for the long voyage. On the Port and Starboard side of the cargo hold were a total of 12 cabins meant to be the crews quarters. Six sat on each side, three on the bottom floor and three on the top. Each room labeled A through L in common for easy navigation. Above were several catwalks, allowing access to the top floor cabins, and a large room that hung in the middle of the ship that served as a recreational room and kitchen. At the end of this cargo hold was the stairs leading up to the cockpit, and what appeared to be a room dedicated to the electronic functions of the ship. To the port and starboard here were hallways leading to the old bomber bays, and engine rooms. Along with the DSD that was billowing smoke out of a corridor as hapless engineers tried to repair the poor thing. "May have made one too many jumps on the way here," Feo muttered to himself. He had been in a bit of a hurry. The twins should have started to have an easier time seeing inside The Sojourn as it's alloy was exceptionally cool and didn't absorb much heat, and there were far less people inside then there were out in the hanger. Shard would have a hard time getting into some rooms, but for the most part the corridors and doorways would be just large enough to accommodate his girth.


The ship was not built for comfort, and looked rather bare on the inside. It was rough, industrial, and full of patchworks and odd missing bits. The ship had to have been very old, because it didn't fit into any current generation designs. The origins of the ship were probably somewhere in it's catalogs, as well as all the technical information and diagnostics. A quick look would tell you how the ship was still running, (Bare minimum systems and upkeep) and what primary functions it served. Originally meant to haul payloads over heavily fortified bases, it was later retrofitted with extra cargo and crew space for Pirating across old Sotiran space. The ships armor was heavier and tougher then most modern models, making anything short of high-grade explosives and armor-piercing rounds nearly useless if they got passed the shields. The shielding was mostly meant to hold back energy based weaponry, along with heavy amounts of solar radiation and heat. Weapons focused on short, controlled bursts of heavy plasma cannons and two lock on missile docks. If it wasn't so raggedy looking, the ship could probably serve as a decent military corvette. As of right now, power barely managed to keep engines and shields running at the same time, and needed to be rerouted to different systems constantly by shutting down others. There was a lot of work to be done not he poor thing, but it could still fly like a dream.


[There we are. Third post. I thought about writing more, but I don't want to go overboard. So I'll let you all reply and you can ask questions to Feo or poke around a bit for me to relinquish more information. If I messed something up up there^ then I apologize. I was quite distracted this afternoon, and I've been slightly ill. The feeling should pass soon though. I look forward to more interesting posts.]
 
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Shard listened to each of the people as they introduced themselves. The crew was definitely......colorful. He let each of them pass before finally decided to get into the ship. It was definitely more narrow than he imagined. Shard walked down the halls and eventually found himself in the cargo bay. It was definitely more spacious. As long as they were traveling, he might spend more time in here than anywhere else. "This will be a good place to stay." He muttered before stretching out. "I don't really have much to do til we land. Guess I'll head over to the guy in charge of stock and see if we have any spare stones I can nibble on while we travel." Shard made his way feeling a bit of a tingle run through his body as he left the cargo hold. "I don't like that feeling." He mumbled as he looked behind him to see the room as barren and lifeless as before. "Just preflight chills. I mean this thing may fall apart as we leave orbit for all I know." Shard shook his head before heading off to find someone that could supply him with a snack.
 
Cara blushed slightly as Feo winked at her, looking down slightly and starting to head quickly into the ship. Damn Karinda, she thought, thinking about one of the female scientists who had lead the installation of romantic emotions and preferences into her hard drive, along with allowing the synthetic blood running through her to rush to her cheeks whenever said emotions were surfaced. You just had to allow me to show physical signs of emotion. "Thank you," she murmured, remembering her manners at the last minute, before fully entering the ship.


Cara looked around the ship in wonder. It was nothing at all like the ships she had read about in the past, as all she had been able to find were the files of the original, brand new spaceships you could purchase, without any additions or history whatsoever, which, to be honest was quite boring. The catalogs and mechanical files that had just flooded her mind were beautiful, and made this ship all the more fascinating. "It's wonderful..." she marvelled to herself, noticing the many different parts that had been added and altered across the ship, and the long, eventful history that made The Sojourn the thing of beauty it was today. It was very old, signified by the many, many data files entering her hard drive, and had been in more than a few tight scrapes, as indicated by the equally expansive number of repair files from across the years. Currently, she could tell that the ship needed some fixing, or at least altering, as there were a few issues outlined in the most recent information, however she could tell it was fully functional and was most certainly far better than any new ship could ever be. She continued to wander about, taking in everything she could.
 
The interior of the ship was not originally made for mortal habitation. Although the Trini-hybrid had no sense of comfort or discomfort, he had been around other races long enough to understand their wants and needs. The floor was at the very least secure enough for Shard's weight. The cargo bay doubled as tenement-like housing, evident by the labelled structures. Ironwork was apparent in the catwalks and loose overhangs that decorated the roof. It had a practicality that'd be more obvious if not for the minimal structuring. Sesler had felt a bit of a harder time breathing inside the ship. The oxygen systems were not at full power. Not that they needed to be. A Trini hardly needed much more than a whisper of breath. He pictured his future report and assigned himself to subconsciously write it as most of his efforts were in deducing the functions of the ship.


As many of his kin were, Sesler has a subconscious mind that works as a second brain, in a sense. The hybrid never needed a clock or watches, as he was attuned to every second that passed. Trini were not born with an innate sense of time. Only after a handful of years in a process known as 'tuning' was one capable of the feat. The innards of his thoughts tracked the time and constantly referenced his expansive memory when a problem arises. A computer-like way of cross-referencing information. He turned from the cargo hold and impromptu quarters, stepping into the spare room and kitchen. Recreation wasn't a past time of his, and he passed by the miscellaneous activities before exploring the kitchen. Pulling a slim, black glove over his tattooed right arm, he traced several fingers over the countertop and hinges of any cabinets. Airborne pathogens would hide in the metals and stone. Weaponized poisons would have to be in the utensils. Two options lie before him; disinfect each tool and kitchen, or privatize his eating habits. The latter was more useful of his time. He had approximately three and a half hours before a meal was needed. Eight before his report would be required. A lapse of time between the two events to study his crewmates. A recent legislation forbade remote observation of his team as he had done in earlier years. His equipment of cameras and recording devices could not be used without law infringement. Another attempt to ward off bad behavior from mortal tendencies.


The inside of his quarters were as spartan as his high-rise crescent moon home. A bed and wardrobe, coupled with a table with bare minimums of paper, writing utensils, and a pullout drawer on either side was all the furniture that he was given. He paced the floor made of the same metallic material to the armoire, expanding the doors. Pulling his arms backwards and then to the sides of his body, the overcoat dropped off of his broad shoulders. The mental power of his mind lifted the lightweight fabric onto a peg before shutting the doors. Sesler was clothed in a tight and black top with similar bottoms, his bluesteel sword dangling on his rigid waist. Tomorrow, he shall make a padding to serve as a private training room. It was essential for him to keep his routine strict.


At first, it was as though he heard a feminine scream of terror before pain. It went silent for a moment, then vividly arrived as his vision darkened. Sesler saw fragments of raven-like hair before a pale and bloody face rolled into his closed eyes. She would have been beautiful if not for the fear etched onto her facial features. The vision faded out for a moment, bringing the room back to view. Sesler had bent down on one knee during the episode, it seemed. Sweat coiled around his forehead. He never sweat. The scream rang in his ears long after the vision had passed. He had the same picture in his mind before, but never so vivid. An enigma he could not solve. He heard...his own voice at the response of the yell. Another male's voice, higher in pitch, was near to the girl's scream. The Trini never forgot something, especially something as memorable. It had to be either a premonition or a memory taken from him. But why? And by who?


(Sesler's Full Name:  Seslerther-Hedno Varundarianis Reilsipher Melessal Vicken.)
 
Beep…Beep…Captain Gallowain calling…Captain Gallowain calling…


Khalee had heard the notification but decided to ignore it. She had been up all night doing capsules and powdering seeds, in preparation for her new space travel under a new captain who might just boss her around and irritate her. She shifted her body before the COMLACE gave her a slight electric shock. /COMLACE is a communication tech which is one inch thick, made of black rubber and worn around the neck. It allows the user to communicate with almost anyone and obtain data through the comlace’s voice recognition and was designed to send an electric shock to the user if a notification was ignored after a few seconds./ The shock made her jump out of bed, her spring shade hair was all over her face as her body trembled a little. She sighed, “Accept call…”


“Lee?” She looked at the time when he recognized the voice. “Captain Gallowain…” the captain on the other line sighed as he heard her “just woke up” voice. “I told you to have a good night sleep! You brat! What’s the point of your preparations if you won’t get there on time…” She listened as she walked across the room naked. “I just can’t understand why I have to join another crew after all the information I helped you with from the last shithole we landed”


Gallowain sighed, “This isn’t my decision…they just gave me the order to transfer you. And when you get to the ship, remember to thank me” Khalee turned on the shower, “What are you talking about?” She asked looking at her reflection on the mirror. “You’ll see...You better move quick before the ship sails” The line was cut before she could say another word.


Captain Gallowain’s call ended…



“I know…” She muttered and stepped in the shower. After good twenty minutes, she’s packed and ready to go. She walked out of her apartment after a last glance of good bye and walked down the street with her hair dripping wet. “Search: Hangar 7”


The Sojourn had just arrived at Hangar 7.



“You got to be kidding me!” She exclaimed and started running. She can’t be late and they can’t get off without her. She had heard many things about The Sojourn, she had seen it once before and since then she had itched to step inside that ship and meet the youngest paragon herself. She just can’t miss this once in a life opportunity.


Her chest aches as she tried to catch her breath in front of the Hangar. She took a deep breath before walking in, from where she stood, she could see The Sojourn and she felt adrenaline rush through her. The way the ship looked, it tells her that the journey ahead of her would be worth everything she worked for. She approached the ship and looked up to see if she had arrived just enough to be on board.


Khalee could already hear how many individuals could there be inside the ship before she even entered. There are different creatures in here than what they have back there in Captain Gallowain’s ship and it amused her to the point that she stood there frozen. "May have made one too many jumps on the way here," She had heard Feo muttered and just then she felt eyes on her, she cleared her throat and slowly approached the paragon. “Captain Feochadan Wynter…” She called as she stood straight a few steps behind him. “Quel ‘re (Good day)..I have to apologize for my late coming. I’m Khalee Aneirin, a guardian under Captain Gallowain’s command and now I am under your care and service. Elen sila lumenn omentilmo (A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting)” She looked straight at him with her pair of gray eyes full of knowledge and wonder.
 
Her idea of the decor on the inside of the ship was as much as she expected, bland and nothing too special. She hauled her gear into the great big bland cargo bay which by itself blew her away. The size of the cargo bay itself gave an indication that the ship was possibly used for cargo runs instead of being as a military vessel. She stood looking around the wide open space and grinned happily. Perfect for running in She thought as she made her way towards the crew compartments. Finding the crew compartments wouldn't be easy in a ship like this but she just simply followed the rest, kinda expecting them to know where it was. As long as she didn't make herself look like an idiot in front of the entire crew, she was pretty much fine making a few wrong turns and ending up with the rest of them in a random area of the ship.


After looking around the maze of corridors and failing to spot the obvious signs, she found the crew compartments. They were a bit bland, mostly just simple to avoid splashing out the cash. She found out that the rooms were actually stacked upon on another, meaning that a crew member was living underneath or above her. The room that she found was the second floor on the port side, her name etched onto the small sign outside of the metal door. She entered the room, fumbling around for the light switch and finding it, flicking the switch. The room's light woke up, nearly blinding her "Bloody hell, which idiot installed these?!" She muttered to herself, making sure her eyes adjusted to the light before taking off her helmet. 


She threw her backpack into a corner near the bed. Looking around the room, it had a dark blue colour which had been added to provide some sort of intrigue to the room itself. The bed was well made, a simple green cover was spread over it, no creases in it at all. After the small exploring around the some what spacious room, which also contained a wardrobe, bedstand and common furniture that was usually found in a standard apartment. The en suite was obviously much smaller, but was acceptable which contained a shower, sink and toilet. All white. The floor was different however, a bright white had been swept over the room making it look like the Sun was living in there.


Closing the door to the en suite, she threw herself on the bed, laying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. She let out a small sigh, feeling her back been comforted by the surprising softness of the bed. 
 
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