Futuristic Voids Call - IC

[Jet]

Rules

1. Follow RPN TOS.
2. Don't make my life hell as the GM and we are good.

I keep things simple and stupid, so please read through this. It'll be quick and painless. There are a few important tidbits I'd like to put here.

• You can make a character from an original race. You can make the species. Once that species is created it is Canon. Creating a history/culture for that species is optional. However if you don't make a history/culture I will end up developing one, which may be an issue for you later.
• Leave out superpowers, in any form. I can understand if your character has high level hearing, or claws, or heightened smell... You know, adaptations... but if I see stuff like "can breathe fire" or "can kill with her mind" then I'm gonna full stop you lol.
• All of my pre-made species are united except for humans. Humans are split into two governments. The Terren Union and the Federation of Free Worlds. They co-exist in uneasy peace, both paranoid, the war of seperation only forty years past. Both have representation in the Galactic Coalition.
• There are several other pre-baked races that I created for the RP and those will be found in the lore section.
• Speaking of the lore section, it is advised you read through some of it but it isn't needed to RP. Refer to it as needed. I don't want my RP to seem like a homework assignment.
• Technology is high science fiction with things being slightly ahead of the Federation in the Star Trek universe. It's grounded in reality though, everything works on a scientific level with mechanics and engineering being just as important as ever.

 

[Jet]

Cold, capable, intelligent and no nonsense, Naiva Koren of 52 Terren years stands tall. Behind her in the dry dock rests the "Maidens Blade" a Corvette with four decks top to bottom, stretching 100 Meters aft to bow, and 50 meters starboard to port. It hovers lightly in the anti gravity pool provided by the dock, and from her belly extends a ramp, it's end pressed to the deck several feet behind the captain.

Before her newly constructed ship she
awaits the motley crew of specie tasked with finding the Archon Key, each member chosen by the council, their presence a representation of the galactic unions will.

(Looks younger than 52 because of modern medicine and cosmetics)


One of the finest small ship captains in the FFW, Naiva will helm the innovative ship our characters will inhabit. It is brand new with all the bells and whistles one could dream of and below all of the flash lay the ultimate innovation, a "Crash Drive" rather than the standard Warp Drive, it's modus operandi the movement of space around the ship rather than the ship through warped space, cutting down on travel time dramatically.



Beside Naiva is a man dressed in black, eyes low, packed light, suspect in an odd sense. Carrying an agenda perhaps. The man's name is Quinn Lifley, representing the interests of the Terren Union.



Unlike some other members, Quinn lacks notoriety, being a relative question mark. Other than his official description on the dossier as a "Research scientist" he is a ghost.

Elsewhere on the vast, moon sized space station, other members of the crew make their way to the ship, docked at the top level of the station, a restricted zone for military personnel (you have an ID tag don't worry). Some of these members have just arrived, parking personal vessels in vast hangers, while others have been on Islep 9 for days, passing the time in the famous casinos, resorts, hotels, clubs and restaurants found on the space station, tripling as galactic hub, home of the Vansu and meeting ground for the council.

Once arrived at the ship you may hang out at the front of the ship with Naiva or head inside to the common room which has several couches, chairs, tables, televisions, computers, a kitchen and a few table games like the ever timeless Foose-Ball/Darts.

Two weeks ago (optional read)
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The sound of a gavel upon wood shoots through the room, casting silence over the vast council chamber.

A lone Vansu stands from his seat at the head of the room, hands tucked behind slender back, the glow of the nearby galactic disc cascading over the long, spindly body of the high minded telepath.

"Tales of Archon Keys once dismissed as legend, now face scrutiny once again" opens the Vansu, pausing, the council buzzing with hushed whisper, dying down after a several seconds.

"A signal found by probes in the dark, a call from dead space, it's signature that of the old ones" continues the counsel head.

"A potential lead, to the Key, and what lay beyond, belonging to all, to provide for all, or to be destroyed by all" concludes the Vansu, stepping back, another council head coming forward, this one atop hovering chair, specie human, almost two hundred years old, face held behind metal mask, body cloaked in black garb, eyes behind thick steel rimmed glasses, protected from the open air.

To summarize the rest, rather than waste time with the inefficiency of story telling, the FFW is selected as the sponsor for the mission, providing a ship and captain. Many races don't get involved, viewing this as a war game more than anything else. Others view this as an opportunity to display the best of their species, while others view this as an actual issue worth investigating. Names are submitted by council members via long distance communication about one week after the council breaks session, and one week later is today, when the mission is scheduled to begin.

 

[Epiphany]

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[/div][div class=statusText]Location: Islep 9, the docks outside the Maidens Blade
Tags: None yet [/div][/div][div class=title]D:IANA #49[/div][div class=text]Among the first to arrive include two women, both dressed in the robes commonly worn by visiting diplomats. Conveniently enough, the Maidens Blade looked to be a Federation of Free Worlds vessel. Convenient indeed, given one of the women wore an ambassadorial seal of the FFW.

The other wore robes of the exact same style but instead of a FFW icon, her symbol of office was the visually simple, conceptually complex design of the interior support lattice of a Dyson Sphere. The Harbinger had been allowed into Council space for two centuries now but it was still the kind of image that drew looks particularly from the older races. Not that the woman wearing it didn't have that effect anyway. D:IANA's shadowy skin, dark hair and golden eyes marked her indelibly as a Terran Purposed Harbinger unit. Each species had their own Harbinger units designed for interaction with them, but this Terran-facing model was undoubtedly the most familiar to the FFW crew and dock workers supporting the ship being loaded.

As the two women came close to the boarding ramp, D:IANA slowed before turning to her spouse. Moira Beckett was a lovely brunette normally assigned to the Los Alamos system, where D:IANA #49 had been. It was naturally how they'd met. This wasn't the first time they'd been parted since those early days. But this expedition did represent a departure into the real unknown with an uncertain outcome. The nerves in the Terran woman were evident and D:IANA drew her close, kissing her forehead and then holding her until some of that tension relented.

"Be safe."

"Of course," D:IANA replied with a smile. "I'll expect pictures while I'm gone. Make sure you get a capture of Martin in his first classroom, won't you?"

"Try to remember not everyone likes you as much as I do," Moira said, smirking at her spouse.

"So you're admitting you like me then?"

"When you're not being coy and evasive."

"Well, you have only yourself to blame for rubbing off on me." D:IANA grinned at her spouse before hefting her carry-on and kissing her wife goodbye. "You'll see me soon, sweetheart. Now, go have a good time with Merida while you're here and I'll comm you when I can. Goodbye, my love."

Moira didn't answer with words but instead a heartfelt squeeze of both hands and then an abrupt departure. She'd never been good with goodbyes. It'd been tricky in the early days of their relationship, given how new to Terrans D:IANA had been but after these years she knew what her spouse needed. And now that she could see Moira depart, the mission was truly upon her. A new ship, a new crew, likely all strangers. With an exciting mission, possibly history-making, and she'd been privileged enough to be chosen for it!

The Harbinger diplomat finally approached the woman standing before the boarding ramp, seemingly waiting for the ship's passengers. D:IANA's golden eyes narrowed slightly as she approached the other woman. Likely not crew, or she'd have a job and be about it already. A ship this size couldn't spare a PR position anyway. Which made it likely she was an officer. Very possibly the Captain. A shame she hadn't received a briefing on the ship or its crew. There would be time for that once they were underway, of course.

She spared a glance for the man standing by the woman, finding him much harder to read and finally deciding he was subordinate to her or at least not interested in exerting any authority. So the Harbinger approached the Captain directly, stopped before her and extended a palm in a plain offer to shake. If accepted, her handshake was firm and surprisingly soft for a plastic epidermal sheath.

"Captain, is it? Call me Diana. Diana #49 if it matters. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm looking forward to a successful mission. Naturally, I have questions but I imagine you'll want to answer all of those at once when the other representatives assemble. In the meantime, where would you like me?" The android beamed a smile at the woman before glancing again at the man and offering to shake his hand as well, if he was so inclined.[/div][div class=text][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=wrapper] background-color:#5e757c; box-sizing:border-box; color:#FFFFFF; display:inline-block; position:relative; width:100%; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=title] color: #262626; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:3em; font-style:italic; padding:0; text-shadow:0 0 1em; margin-bottom: 10px; [/class] [class=box] margin:2em 1em; padding:2px 4px 0px; position:relative; [/class] [class=boxBg] box-sizing:content-box; height:100%; pointer-events:none; position:absolute; width:100%; [/class] [class=boxBgLarge] top:0; left:-5px; padding:0 4px; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.35); [/class] [class=boxBgTall] top:-8px;left:3px; padding:8px 0; width:calc(100% - 8px); height:100%; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.25); [/class] [class=boxBgMedium] top:-4px; left:-1px; padding:4px 0; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.4); [/class] [class=boxInner] background-color: #5e757c; overflow:hidden; margin:0.5em; [/class] [class=statusBox] box-sizing: border-box; border-right: 3px dotted white; padding: 15px; float: left; max-width: 250px; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px; [/class] [class=text] padding: 0px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:0.8em; [/class] [class=statusText] font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=characterPortrait] box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; border-radius: 20px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=characterPortrait state=hover] opacity: 0.5 [/class]

 

[DewOfTheMountains]

As he approached the space station, Nicholas became rather uneasy about this new mission. He didn't regret accepting, but coming closer and closer to the space station suddenly brought fears forward from the back of his mind. Logically, he knew there was nothing to worry about. However, the thought of a new environment of unknown people made his stomach flutter. Nicholas wasn't a man who went outside a lot, so the thought leaving his home for so long was daunting. He knew everything about his home, and that familiarity brought him great comfort. Other than that, there was no real reason to be nervous, and as a man of reason, Nicholas was rather disappointed by how his mind reacted.

After passing through a few security checkpoints, he was eventually allowed to dock at the space station. As he landed, a sudden wave of sadness hit him. "Oh, old friend, how I'll miss you." He whispered, gently petting the control panel of his beloved ship. It would be a while before he saw it again, it was the first time he'd left it for longer than a few days. But he had a job to do, there was no point in this much sentiment. Nicholas stood up, grabbed his bags, and bid farewell to each of his plants. His cargo itself was light, he had his toolbox and a small backpack of extra clothes. Stepping out of the ship, he gave the side of it a pat. "I'll be back soon, I hope they take care of you while I'm gone." With those final parting words, he headed off toward the new ship.

Though, he should call it by its real name, the Maiden's Blade. Degrading that beauty of a vessel down to a simple ship was disgraceful. The Maiden was state of the art, a true masterpiece. The new sleek design, a powerful engine complete with ‘Crash Drive’. A masterpiece indeed. Nicholas did some light reading about the ship beforehand, it eased his nerves knowing he would be traveling in something so innovative. Then, of course, he remembered there would be other people. After all, this wasn't a vacation, he had work to do, a mission to accomplish.

He could, in fact, see some of the crew now. Tugging along his toolbox, he recognized one of the two women talking as a Terran Purposed Harbinger Unit. Nicholas had to speak to a few of them during his time in OSRO, they were all quite polite and diplomatic, so he was relieved to see at least one of the ship's members wouldn't give him too much trouble.

The woman was talking to what appears to the captain and another researcher. The captain was someone he'd seen before in a news article, she seemed very capable and well respected, so he decided he would go along with his business. Walking into the common room of the ship, he was impressed by how spacious and homely the room was. Nicholas settled down on the couch farthest away from the entrance and as close to the corner of the room as possible. He knew he would be coming off as very antisocial, but from this position, he could see most of the room. This way he could watch the others interact with each other and choose who he found tolerable and who he didn't. It made finding good colleagues much easier.

 

[Keltoi]

This place, Tirak mused, was very interesting. There were so many different kinds of people! So many different colours, sights and scents! The startings of a poem began to form within his mind within the first hour of his arrival, but one thing stood out over it all. The silence that followed him wherever he went, save for the sound of his loud footfalls. People generally would generally shut up when he was nearby. It was a new sensation, being recognised for what he was, but he should have seen it coming. These people were educated, fairly different to those of the many poor, more isolated worlds he had been traveling through over the past few centuries. They didn't know what he was out there, just some kind of giant alien. Here, they knew him. He didn't know whether to enjoy that fact.
Tirak was glad he had people waiting for the transport shuttle carrying him to this station, people that had been assigned as guides and guards(guarding him from the rest of the populace or the populace from him, he wasn't too sure), and they led him on the right path.

If he was being perfectly honest, he didn't know why he was here. Well, some of it was understandable, but not all. As the only Thresh on this side of the galaxy, he was the only one in a position to join in on this expedition and represent his people, but was really not the right person for the job. He had left his people more than a thousand years ago. He wasn't an ambassador, he was just a wandering storyteller.
Tirak wanted to argue this extensively as soon as he reached a com-terminal with a range that could reach the Stonelands, to directly speak with whomever organised it all, but it all changed when the Thresh he spoke to was no ordinary Stoneskin, but one of the Divine Thresh, the Krandr Adari. Tirak had dropped low, to bow wretchedly, averting his eyes. At that moment, he knew he couldn't refuse. Was it really this important? Sure, these Keys sounded interesting, but how did it affect the Thresh, so far away?

Though, Tirak would admit to himself, it had been a pleasure to finally speak to someone in the rattle or armour, the vibrations of metal a joy to hear.

They had escorted him to the ship after that, the guards. No one wanted him to wander the space station on his own, and it was time for him to board the ship and meet the people he would spend the foreseeable future with.

Upon reaching the hangar, with the ship in clear view, Tirak stopped in his tracks and smiled, his armour rattling slightly. The escort left him there, confident he wouldn't go elsewhere based off his good behaviour thus far.

Why am I here, for my stories, my ancient mind or my ability to maim?
I will find out, but I find myself excited to join such a crew, following a captain of fame.
I, a coward of confronting my crimes, a craven,
Will this adventure, this vessel become my new haven?

Tirak nodded to himself. It wasn't much, he could do much better, but it was a start.
He marched forwards, slowly. As he made his way to the ramp, the big Stoneskin noticed what appeared to be two humans and a...near human creature. Not quite the same, but eerily similar. In all likelihood, all were fellow crew. Tirak hadn't been informed who he would be traveling with, be hadn't been informed of much, with all the haste there had been to get him on this ship, and he was beginning to regret that.

The Thresh cautiously walked forward, noting that the looks he received were not as surprised as basically everyone else in the station sent his way, these were expectant. Glancing at everyone in turn, Tirak spoke, watching he didn't revert to rattle. That would embarrassing.
"I is hear," he said with a slight smile in his imperfect speech.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Over the course of the last few days, Plash had been doing her best to keep herself busy. Since she had arrived a few days early to the station she had found herself scanning and collecting information on all the materials and people she could find. Of course, some were a little less welcoming to information hungry alien more then others, but even that seemed to not stop Plash's attempts.

" Hello, I am Q-00447931, but you may call me, Plash." the words came out robotic as she walked up to a man who was working on his ship. "I see that your transportation device seems to be malfunctioning. May i take a look?"

The man paused eyeing Plash for a few seconds before taking a step away from the ship. He held his tools in his hand firmly before wiping his hair out of his face. He was dirty, oil and dust covered his clothing making it more then clear that he must of been working on the ship all day. "Go ahead. Don't know what's wrong with the darn thing anyway. Bout ready to give up."

Taking a step forward to the ship, Plash peered in at the complex parts. Her left eye began to glow a light blue as she scanned over the machine, reading each part as if it was a book telling her a story. Within a few seconds she stopped and looked back at the man. "Your thrusters aren't connected correctly and it looks like one of the cables on your power grid are begining to fail. A quick switch of the connectors and a cable replacement should help your transporter start running normally." Plash watched the man as he looked unamused before he reached down into his toolbox and pulled out a new cable. Plash had stepped back to let him work as he came over to the ship and did as she had recommended. Only when the ship had come to life with its lights and a soft hum of the power did the man step back and seem impressed.

"Well, I'll be damned... You actually knew what you were talking about." the man gave Plash a bright smile as he spoke. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure." Plash
Seemed content with her work as she gave a quick goodbye and walked away, noting the time. She had helped someone and in the process had gathered information on some rarer ship parts and though she would have normally stayed and tried to learn a bit more information, she had important plans for today, ones she refused to be late for. For Plash was to join and meet the rest of the crew today, which made her both excited and curious as she had never been with a crew before. It was very rare for Stoqa to be in groups on anything but their home planet and because of it, Plash had gotten use to a life of solitude.

As Plash got close to the Maiden's Blade she paused as her eyes scanned over the ship with interest and curiosity. She began to wonder who had made it aboard already and who was left to join as she continued her walk toward the vessel. Outside the ship she quickly noted the few outside, one had to be the captain, but seeing as they seemed to be speaking with one another she passed them and continued up the ramp and inside. As she walked around the ship she found herself scanning every wall and item she passes as she made her way to the common room. Once there she continued with her scans, not caring to sit or speak to anyone for a short period of time before pausing to make sure her implant didn't accidentally overheat.

 

[DiamondJack]

Johnny was late to the party, as he often was. The pirate-turned-mercenary strolled casually towards the ship of which he was to be a crew member of. He had been told that it was named “Marine Bay” or something along those lines.

“Hey Joh-nny!” Shouted someone, “Leavin’ us so soon?”

Johnny turned to the voice and saw someone he did not at all recognize, “Yeah... Goin’ legit for a while.”

“No kidding? Wow! Never would’ve guessed it,” replied the guy that Johnny was positive he didn’t know.

“Yeah... Catch you later!” Johnny replied.

With that out of the way Johnny proceeded to the “Mason’s Spade” and found himself arriving amongst a whole mess of aliens and one human that kind of looked like the kids that Johnny would beat up when he was younger.

Mr. Bones had quite a bit of luggage with him, including a gear bag, a weapons case, a duffel bag, and something that almost looked like a guitar case.

“So uh...” Johnny paused for a second, “This looks like my kind of party.” Johnny was positive that wasn’t going to go over well with this crew of professionals, but he was never one for false first impressions.

 

[Jet]

"Youre correct, Im the captain of the Blade, and the pleasure is mutual. You can make you way to the common room, I'll follow shortly to brief the crew" answers Naiva, curt and professional. As she concludes, Tirak approaches from the far side of the hanger.

Meanwhile, Quinn accepts the polite gesture. Awkwardly shaking Diana's hand, eyes shifty. "Well met" he mutters before turning his attention to an electronic device in his hand.

After a few seconds Tirak arrives at the ramp, declaring his presence.

"That you are, welcome to the crew Tirak, you can head to the common room whenever you're ready. Oh.... and be careful going through doorways, theyre designed for humans" says the captain, smirking gently, picturing the massive stoneskin worming through relatively small doorways.

 

[Epiphany]

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[/div][div class=statusText]Location: Islep 9, the docks outside the Maidens Blade
Tags: See below [/div][/div][div class=title]D:IANA #49[/div][div class=text] Jet
The Harbinger diplomat nodded at the Captain's instructions but her smile didn't fade at the brief request. "I'll do that. I'm looking forward to getting to know you and your crew better on this trip. Thank you for having me aboard."

Quinn's evident disinterest in conversation, or perhaps being here at all, was obvious. So D:IANA shook his hand and politely returned an answering "Well met indeed." This wasn't the time to work past the man's reserve. Besides, if he was a representative of the Terran Union, he wasn't precisely in her scope of operations as a E-FFWP class D:IANA unit. That's what the E-TUP D:IANA's were for.

Keltoi
"I is here."

The voice surprised her and D:IANA's golden eyes widened further at the sight of the Thresh who'd joined them. Not that she knew much more than his species name. His kind weren't known in the Federation of Free Worlds. Only a distant E:G model had encountered them in any number and that knowledge wasn't relevant enough to her protocols for her to have local memory to it. Perhaps something to queue, if she was going to be in close quarters with a Thresh for any length of time.

"Welcome to the Maiden's Blade," D:IANA said in a hospitable tone, moving away from the Captain and her Terran companion to put herself before the much larger alien. "You can call me Diana. The Captain's asked us to proceed to the common room. Would you like to join me there?"

Assuming he was interested in joining her, the Harbinger shouldered her carry-on and walked the length of the boarding ramp to enter the vessel that would be their home for the immediate future.

DewOfTheMountains
She'd been busy saying her goodbyes to her spouse and then meeting the Captain, and so hadn't noticed Nicholas board the vessel. When she emerged into the common area, though, she noted him sitting as far into the corner as he could conceivably get. Terrans were so strange sometimes! They were a communal species for whom group socialization was vital but some individuals had a strong preference for being solitary. It was incomprehensible to her and she looked forward to finding an opportunity to understand why this one behaved the way he did, pulling away instead of establishing himself in a new, purpose-formed social group.

Respecting his privacy for now, D:IANA simply waited for his eyes to drift over to her, at which point she smiled warmly at him to indicate his company was welcome.

Angelofwishes7
As with Nicholas, D:IANA simply hadn't noticed Plash board but spotted her once she reached the common area. The Stoqa was another species she'd had little contact with. Another excellent opportunity to widen her exposure and collect useful data for the Harbinger. That said, the female seemed more interested in conducting scans of the Terran ship than interacting with the people aboard. D:IANA watched the Stoqa for a minute, trying to puzzle out if this was common behavior for the species or not.

DiamondJack
The tall muscular Terran who joined them in the common area was a welcome bit of familiarity at least. The number of bags the man brought suggested he had some specialized equipment for this mission. Or he was just a packrat. Either way, D:IANA grinned at his initial observation, well aware of the Terran tendency to 'icebreak' a room.

Having learned a thing or two herself, D:IANA said "The room's still warming up, I think. You can call me Diana. Welcome aboard! Can I get you something to drink? What will you have?"[/div][div class=text][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=wrapper] background-color:#5e757c; box-sizing:border-box; color:#FFFFFF; display:inline-block; position:relative; width:100%; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=title] color: #262626; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:3em; font-style:italic; padding:0; text-shadow:0 0 1em; margin-bottom: 10px; [/class] [class=box] margin:2em 1em; padding:2px 4px 0px; position:relative; [/class] [class=boxBg] box-sizing:content-box; height:100%; pointer-events:none; position:absolute; width:100%; [/class] [class=boxBgLarge] top:0; left:-5px; padding:0 4px; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.35); [/class] [class=boxBgTall] top:-8px;left:3px; padding:8px 0; width:calc(100% - 8px); height:100%; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.25); [/class] [class=boxBgMedium] top:-4px; left:-1px; padding:4px 0; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.4); [/class] [class=boxInner] background-color: #5e757c; overflow:hidden; margin:0.5em; [/class] [class=statusBox] box-sizing: border-box; border-right: 3px dotted white; padding: 15px; float: left; max-width: 250px; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px; [/class] [class=text] padding: 0px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:0.8em; [/class] [class=statusText] font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=characterPortrait] box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; border-radius: 20px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=characterPortrait state=hover] opacity: 0.5 [/class]

 

[PopcornandCaramel]

It was a most expected ring. News of the Achron key spread like wild-fire through the FFW, so when the news reached Avacyn she could only turn the volume of her ringer up and wait patiently. Avacyn recalled tales from her childhood about the Achron key. Stories that burrowed their way into her conscious and took residence in her obsessions. For year's she has been searching for clue's or any crumb of lead she could get her hands on to the possible whereabouts of the key. Alas, it's been to no avail. With heart racing and mind ticking away details, she waited. Still she wondered, how the Council had come across such information.

The call came around noon and only needed to ring once. Despite the claims of some otherworldly abilities, Avacyn was no fortune teller and could not see into the future. While she was a creature of habit, the Council also found itself going back to the same options over and over again, especially when they yielded such high success rates. Avacyn had been employed several times to find things that mostly eluded others. Even though she was payed handsomely, it didn't bring her any fame or recognition. If the public knew the types of things the council had gotten their hands on under their noses, lets just say it, wouldn't be the Council calling the shots anymore. " On the way.." Was all she said before hanging up and grabbing her scarf, and the couple go-bags she always had packed perched near the door of her small dwellings. Of course it wouldn't take her long to get there, but she had a personal tradition she liked to fulfill before leaving for any type of excavation, if that's what you like to call them. Archaeologist was the title she held, but it was more like ' Explorer takes the long way around thieving". Three days of drinking and gambling at all of the finer places of Islep 9.Just the thing to clear one's head before a seemingly long voyage.

Later in the afternoon on the third day and with two bags tossed lazily over right shoulder, the short and slender female approached Maiden's Blade. She stopped just far enough from the ship the watch a small female and a rather encompassing alien enter the ship. She pulled the black hood further over her head to ensure its security, then made way into the ship, simply nodding at what she assumed was the captain and her companion. She made little effort in getting to know them, there would be plenty of time for that in the future. Once inside the common room, Avacyn was a little taken back by just how many people the Council had decided to rope into this affair, normally it wouldn't be more than a small crew, not that she had any complaints. As they say, the more the merrier. Tossing her bags onto the floor, she sat neatly on a sofa near the gathering group, crossing one leg over the other in a relaxed position. Her clan symbol glowing dulling beneath her hood. Avacyn didn't outright say hello to anyone, but she did give an unassuming nod to each one that would pay her any mind.

 

[GolemGuy]

Theepo Krott

The thelek sighed, and opened a small phone-like communications device. It talked about something in the thelek native language. "Grahl Kohona Ruuk Shor. Y'traiim gont ral shuuvk toruuncalv, de derkin untglaav y'tariim rek erek." which could be roughly translated to "First Speaker Ruuk Shor. Where are the right coordinates, I don't know where to go". A voice, also thelek replied back. "Enstiin ral toruncla, Krott. Yarus estiin ral polruuk kor ral koluuk dep'thro." Which itself translated to "Follow the directions, Krott. Just follow the map on the communications pad." The thelek then turned off the communications and opened a small digital map on the screen of the communications pad. He began to follow the directions. "Archon Keys, fascinationg, can't wait to discover, but little time." The thelek said to itself. It had eventually found the ship. It began to walk towards the ship, smiling as it passed by. He carried with him a medium sized medical kit, and a large medical bag over his back. The strain was visible, but the thelek paid no attention. He could not wait to see in interior and the rest of the crew.

 

[DewOfTheMountains]

Everyone began boarding and Nicholas took his time making mental notes about his assumptions of members of the crew. He eyed people as people eyed him. Then the D:IANA model smiled at him, openly accepting his presence. He was left confused and with a realization. He'd never been in social groups with aliens before, the few friends he had were all fellow humans. He was unsure of how to proceed at this point. The species that had boarded so far were only vaguely familiar. He had no exact knowledge of their culture or behavior, so he didn't quite know if he should continue judging aliens with the human social parameters.

Since there was no direct course of action he was sure of taking, Nicholas simply sat there now. He checked his notifications, replied to a few business emails, but he was still left quite bored and uncertain. There was little he could do except leave the comfortable safety of the couch and... socialize. Oh, but that would be like shooting himself in the leg. Social interaction of any kind was still very foreign to him, and he knew he was far from mastering it. Things such as speaking were especially difficult. The scientist knew what he wanted say, but being unsure of how to phrase it, the words would come out in a sort of timid jumble. That was not how he wanted to be seen. If only he could just take time and write out a response, everything would be much easier.

Releasing a sigh, Nicholas ultimately decided that it was, in fact, better to leave his spot and seek out some form of company. Although, he didn't quite have an idea of where to go, so he stood up, awkwardly fumbled around for a bit, and ultimately landed in the kitchen. Getting food and beverages was a common human social activity, perhaps other species did the same. The thought of drinking still made him nervous, so he opted for searching around in the cupboards and pantry for a snack. There were lots of chips, crackers, and candy, but he settled on a packet of chocolate cookies. Normally, Nicholas would go for candy as it was the easiest to clean up, but he hadn't seen cookies in a while and he got excited. The mess could be cleaned later, all that mattered now was the sweet taste of chocolate.

 

[Keltoi]

Tirak nodded his head to the captain and her companion, not trusting his voice. The gesture was understood, or at least he hoped so, while he followed the other...not-quite-human. This...Deena?...she seemed nice enough, which was a good start. It was rare for Thresh to travel with anyone that didn't like him, he would just leave to enjoy his own company in that case, but he had no choice but to stay with these people. He hoped they would be as pleasant as they appeared at first, because this would be his new family for a while. The thought excited him, it had been too long since he had felt that sense of kinship with anyone. Tarson had been the last person he had stayed with for any great length of time, and that human was dead a couple of years now. Tirak missed the man, even with all his horrible curses.

The big Thresh walked up into the ship, ducking down to move through a human sized doorway(which he was well-used to by now, but didn't mean he liked it) and cursing as his Armour horns clanged loudly against the doorframe. Tirak stepped back, looking down so he entered horns first, and moved into the common room. Deena(hoped he wasn't mispronouncing it, but thought it was likely, vocal language being as difficult as it is) was already there, and there was evidence someone else had been there too, judging by the indentions in the corner couch. His bright eyes missed little, Tirak mused happily.

A cough broke him out of his self-congratulation, and he moved forward into the centre of the room, allowing the next stranger in, whom promptly sat down on another couch. A woman, hooded, with something on her forehead glowing. How...intriguing. Was it a natural, biological light, or cybernetic? Other species were so different, so mind-boggling. The Stoneskin looked around for a place to relax, when he realised something.

Couches. Tirak's bright eyes widened.
"Oh." He moaned unhappily. He and couches didn't have good history. The first and last time he had met these infernal furniture had been around two decades ago, when he and his old friend had chances on a nice hotel in the Outback, those collection of wild, nigh-on uncivilised worlds. They had looked comfortable, and judging from the other people sitting on a few in the hotel lobby, they must have been. Tirak had been interested to see what "sittin' on clouds", as Tarson called it, was like.
It was comfortable. Very much. But the sound of the frame in the couch had snapped and cracked under the immense weight, destroying the whole thing. Silence had fallen, people stared, and Tarson bursted out laughing like it was the "funniest goddamn thing I've ever seen."
Back in the present, Tirak eyed the room with unease. If he started breaking things...not everyone was like Tarson had been. The furniture belonged to the crew, which he would be traveling with for a while, so it was doubtful everyone would find it humourous.

Tirak just settled for standing, but moved out of the centre of the room so his back was against a wall. Anyone could see him, he was kind of hard to miss, and he could see anyone else, but he wouldn't be blocking anyone's view. It also gave him a chance to watch everything that happened. Tirak wanted to know his new family, to learn what kind of people they are, what they liked and disliked. Then, he would cater to that, act however he could to gain their trust.
"I stand here." He told Deena and the other woman crossing his arms to make sure they knew how serious he was about his standing. No one was going to tell him to sit on a couch.
"I is Tirak." He said, pointing to himself, then to the others in the room. "You is Deena. And you is?" He gestured to the hooded woman.

 

[Jet]

Location - Orbitting Islep 9 aboard the "Iron Talisman"

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Pyekuri Uss stood under the Travelers Arch, a blessed structure present in any Vossmir hanger. Built high, serving as main entrance to the bay, the Arch was impressive, carved from one piece of solid rock, mineral veins glimmering softly in the low lighting of the Vossmir vessel.

Tracing his hand over the Archs mastercraft carvings, the mercurial Vossman stood aside the captain of the Talisman, a Jet black Vossmir of tall stature, standing 5'11", a scraggled scar descending from his brow to jawline, a remnant of a war long past.

"The Ky'Sattar [Ruling class] view this as a war game. A waste to put you on such an assignment" says the captain, hands folded behind his back, looking over the hanger, then back at Pyekuri.

"And if it's not?" asks Pyek in reply.

"Then secure or destroy, but I doubt it will be, such things are lost to time"

"Perhaps, but the council wouldn't call a committee without pro- -

"This is the third expedition the council has called, with little to show for the last two, they seek ancient power on scraps, myth, not facts"

"The Ky'Sattar neglected that information"

"As is custom...." jokes the captain, pausing, reaching for his belt.

"Pyek, a parting gift" says the captain, passing a blade to Pyekuri, the sheath decorated with gold leaf, made of hand stitched leather wrapped over titanium.

"Why?" asks Pyekuri.

"I never thanked you properly for what you did on Isval... Please, allow me to now"

Without another word, the veteran takes the knife, sharing a weighty nod with the officer, walking to his personal craft, the energy blade clutched in his hand.

Location - Islep 9 Docks

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Pyekuri leaves his personal ship behind, it's spot in Islep 9s dock reserved by Vossmir parliament. Behind him follows a small hovering platform carrying boxes and bags holding a myriad of clothing, weapons, gear and personal affects.

Fast forward several minutes, covering a few lift rides and long hallways, the Voss stands at the apex of the space station, within the dock holding "Maidens Blade". Making his way to the ramp he nods curtly to the captain and the other human there, the gesture his limit of politeness towards terrans.

"Not only a human as a captain, but a human woman... preposterous" he thinks, walking the ramps length, clicking his teeth with disapproval.

Passing his luggage carrier to an automaton servant (who will take it to his quarters) he enters the common room, taking inventory on those assembled. Among those gathered were a pair of humans, a humanlike Harbringer, a Stoqa, Stoneskin and the subterranean Tu'Va. Not counting the Thelek he had passed on the way in. Quite the gathering indeed.

Lucky for the Voss, of all assembled only humans had conflicted with the Vossmir Collective (third war of expansion several decades past, before the Terran Empire split into the Union and FFW).

Had the arrangement been different the entire crew could've been old enemies, at least here the atmosphere would be less critical.

"Pyekuri Uss is my name, of the Vossmir collective. Well met." he says, directed at the room a large rather than anyone in particular, striding to the small kitchen in the lounge.

"I wonder... Perhaps they carry food of the sea?"

He thinks... hungrily.

 

[DewOfTheMountains]

Nicholas watched carefully as a Vossmir approached the kitchen area. He may not know that much about other species, but he attended enough mandatory history classes to get the idea of what kind of people they were. Almost hesitantly, he finished his cookie and reached for another. It would be rude to leave just as the Vossmir walked in, it would also give away his discomfort with the other. He stayed, leaning against the counter for support, eating slower with thought. Individuals were different from the collective society, he knew that, but he couldn't ignore the history of violence and xenophobia. Physically, there was nothing stopping Pyekuri from killing him right here. It was an insane, panicked thought. The outlandish possibility triggered his inner alarms. Nicholas knew that the idea was irrational, however, he couldn't help but calculate his chances of survival should such an event happen.

Perhaps staring at him is a bad idea then. He thought, brushing crumbs from his lab coat. He averted his eyes, choosing to blankly look the ground instead. There was a voice saying how ridiculous and impolite he was being right now, he willfully ignored it.

 

[DiamondJack]

Johnny was swept in people coming in and out of the room. Somewhere along the way his luggage had been taken and he’d been sneered at by a big house cat. One might think that the former pirate might be overwhelmed, but he had a huge grin on his face. This was only intensified when he was offered a drink by the Harbinger.

“Gee thanks Diana,” said Mr. Bones, “The name’s Johnny. You got any Terran Whiskey?”

Then the Stoneskin spoke and the hooded girl seemed to have his attention. Bones wondered how long it would take the giant to start rattling. Johnny figured he’d see his way out of the conversation and wait for the pleasantries to come to an end. Johnny found a sofa and laid down with his legs crossed. Johnny pulled a device from his pocket with ear buds of some kind attached to it and stuck one in his left ear. Afterwards he folded his hands behind his head.

“At least I got Corey Taylor to keep me company in the meantime,” Johnny mused to himself.

 

[Epiphany]

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The Thresh's dilemma with couches escaped D:IANA's understanding but certainly the alien's immense size was unmistakable. As well as the persistent issue that size would have, given this ship had been built for Terran physiology. The Harbinger's face assumed an expression of reflexive sympathy as he stated his intent to stand in place. "You can stand anywhere you like, my friend," she said, her tone projecting warmth while her processors pondered whether his species would notice the audible nuance.

PopcornandCaramel
Being the observant android that she is, D:IANA noted the Tu'Va's arrival with interest and open curiosity. The glowing clan mark was the immediate cue to what Avacyn was though, as with several of the other aliens she'd seen, the D:IANA series didn't have any direct experience with her kind. Clad in the diplomatic robes common to the Federation of Free Worlds, the golden-eyed woman caught the other woman's nod and returned it. When Tirak took the next step by asking her who she was, D:IANA added to the outreach by taking several steps closer and offering a hand to shake. "Welcome aboard. We're delighted to have you."

There would be ample opportunity later to correct the mispronunciation of her name. What did the Thresh native language sound like? She might have to see if the Harbinger Hub had it on file before she left easy synch range.

Jet DiamondJack DewOfTheMountains
Having moved on to the kitchen, where she'd offered to make a drink for Johnny, the Harbinger lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the arrival of the Voss. Her inquisitive look eased into a welcoming expression as D:IANA realized he'd chosen to head her way. "Well met, Pyekuri. I go by Diana. And this is..."

When Johnny introduced himself and asked about Terran whiskey, D:IANA could only smirk at the man's big grin and his general friendliness. She liked Terrans. Of course, she'd been programmed to like them but then they made it so easy. They were such an outgoing, sociable species for the most part. This large man, likely a warrior, was typical of his kind in that way. "Let me see what I can find in the cabinets, Johnny."

When the presumed soldier left the kitchen area to claim a seat on a couch, she returned her attention to the Voss as she began to inspect the contents of the common area's provisioning. It didn't take training to notice how unsettled the other Terran nearby was by the Voss' proximity. Though to be fair, the Terran fetching chocolates looked like he was routinely nervous in social settings. Thankfully, this was something she could help with.

"Can I get you something, Pyekuri? Something to eat or a beverage to relax with while the rest of the mission crew assembles here? I know how to mix several million drinks, though what I can do for you depends on what they have here." The Harbinger stood up from the nearby cabinet and parked herself in front of the feline alien, happy to draw his attention while giving Nicholas an opportunity to slip out. [/div][div class=text][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=wrapper] background-color:#5e757c; box-sizing:border-box; color:#FFFFFF; display:inline-block; position:relative; width:100%; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=title] color: #262626; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:3em; font-style:italic; padding:0; text-shadow:0 0 1em; margin-bottom: 10px; [/class] [class=box] margin:2em 1em; padding:2px 4px 0px; position:relative; [/class] [class=boxBg] box-sizing:content-box; height:100%; pointer-events:none; position:absolute; width:100%; [/class] [class=boxBgLarge] top:0; left:-5px; padding:0 4px; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.35); [/class] [class=boxBgTall] top:-8px;left:3px; padding:8px 0; width:calc(100% - 8px); height:100%; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.25); [/class] [class=boxBgMedium] top:-4px; left:-1px; padding:4px 0; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.4); [/class] [class=boxInner] background-color: #5e757c; overflow:hidden; margin:0.5em; [/class] [class=statusBox] box-sizing: border-box; border-right: 3px dotted white; padding: 15px; float: left; max-width: 250px; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px; [/class] [class=text] padding: 0px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:0.8em; [/class] [class=statusText] font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=characterPortrait] box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; border-radius: 20px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=characterPortrait state=hover] opacity: 0.5 [/class]

 

[Jet]

"Many thanks Harbinger, but I decline... Human vessels lack drink stock that a Voss pallette desires" answers Pyekuri, gracious in his own way. Turning from the humanoid he opens one of several refrigerators, finding a dish of Terren sea insect, named "Shrimp", farm grown somewhere in human space, the home world of shrimp long devoid of ocean.

Feeling the tension in the air, given off by the nearby human, Pyekuri scoffs, eating several of the shrimp, looking to the source of the angst, chewing intently, attempting to pinpoint the emotion. Hatred? Fear? Annoyance? Disgust? He couldn't tell, a psychic he was not, all he knew was that the air of the man had shifted upon his entrance.

"My species evolved from high predators, unlike your own.... simian roots. To sense tension in the air is second nature for Vossmir" he drones, pretentious.

"Ky'Chattar [warrior class] fight only when Ky'Sattar [ruling class] demands. I am here in peace, like all others present" he continues, reassuring the man as best possible.

DewOfTheMountains
Epiphany

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Plash
Interactions: Open​

After she had scanned most of the room's belongings Plash paused and took note of the many people who had entered the area. It would be interesting to learn more about each and every one of them as the days passed, but for now, she watched and waited, interested in the crew and their behavior. One part of her wanted to scan each and every one of them right this moment, to record every detail of them and their race. For her, it helped to understand their race, even if they were a race she had seen or scanned a million times, every being she had seen was different in some way or another. It was something unique that she didn't get from the scans of her brothers and sisters, Stoqas were just genetic copies with very few differences besides what they were born and raised to do. But as she took a step to start her scans of the crew, she stopped herself, Plash already knew that this wasn't the time. Some did not take kindly to her scanning them randomly, so it would have to wait till later, whether it was with their consent or not, it was bound to happen.

Taking a step back and leaning against on the walls Plash looked over the People in the main room, almost everyone she had seen she had already found a basic file in the data banks about the race and she should expect them to act. Some of the files were larger then others, such as the file on humans was very vast and held an intangible amount of information in them, whereas when she searched the data banks for the gathered information on Thresh it was a children's book in comparison. It not to be said that the Stoqa didn't have much information on the race, but compared to others, it was much less. Because of this, Plash watched the Thresh with heightened interest, for her this was a learning experience as she began making mental notes on her crewmates.

 

[GolemGuy]

Theepo Krott

The thelek observed the room, by far he would be able to individual seen, with the large headgear to see in the visible light spectrum, and the large medicinal pack on his pack. He greeted a few with smiles, sitting on a portside bench, sorting through his equipment. He put down his small handgun, a ER-53 Quark. Quite the unique design, a compact kinetic weapon, using electromagnetic repulsion to launch an assortment of projectiles. He took the largest of his gear out of his medicinal pack, the IV fluids and tubing, compact stretcher and splint. He delicately looked at the IV fluid bags, watching for any possible breaches in the pressure bag that contained the liquid. After he saw that there was no damage, he put them into his medicinal handheld kit, but not before surrounding them with a length of gauze. He took out the various utensils of his kit, making sure they were organized properly, didn't want tweezers to be used instead of a scalpel. After sorting out all the other equipment and putting it away, he went to where everyone else was, hoping to get to know other members of the crew.

 

[DewOfTheMountains]

Nicholas scoffed at the Vossmir's comment about evolution. "How ridiculous." He muttered with an odd air of confidence and ego. He was never very interested in biology or anything related to living things in general, but he couldn't help the instinctive tut that came out at the inaccurate claim. Fear escaped him in that moment. Correcting others was something that happen a lot in OSRO. It was a bunch of pretentious scientists gathered together into a single ship, nothing less could be expected. It was like second nature to him now. Upon realizing his actions, he coughed from the sudden shock of regret that reverberated up and down his spine. Nicholas, now even more panicked and frustrated with himself, bit his tongue and tried to shrink down into the counter.

"Ky'Chattar [warrior class] fight only when Ky'Sattar [ruling class] demands. I am here in peace, like all others present"

Nicholas tried to relax, and instead began thinking of every argument that would disprove Pyekuri's earlier comment. There were files coming up in his mind, links to informational videos popping up here and there, even some email addresses to professionals on the topic. It was his developed argumentative nature acting up again. The countless debates with other scientists built him up like this. Quick thinking and cunningly factual.

"Ah, I-I suppose introductions are in order then," Nicholas mumbled, he was ashamed of how weak he sounded. He wasn't some timid boy anymore, he's 26 years of age, he built nanobots for Christ's sake. "I'm Dr. Nicholas Siyanski, it's nice to meet you." He spoke this time with more confidence. He's introduced himself millions of times, this was an easy social task even for him. He held out his for a handshake, only partly regretting putting his only flesh arm out there within, what he considered, the danger zone.
Jet

 

[Jet]

The crew gathered, captain Naiva Koren walks up the ramp, Quinn following, walkway retracting as they enter the base of the ship. In a few short moments, the pair stand in the common room, the odd group quieting as Naiva speaks.

"I have a lot to cover and not a lot of time, follow" she states simply, turning from the room, walking at a brisk pace, the crew scrambling from unreadied positions in the lounge.

After a minute or so, the group find themselves in a small dark room, it's focus a circular table surrounding a holographic projector. The crew take their seats around the table as Naiva retrieves a controller from one of her pockets.

"This isn't the first expedition, and it's looked at as a joke by many. To send poorly informed crew members... Well its happened in the past. So to start I'm going to give you the rundown" she begins, clicking her remote, bringing the holographic projector to life, a picture of an elongated triangle hovering in the center of the room, the build of it stone, its surface covered in carvings.

"The Archon key, no one knows what it is, what it does, or where it is, but it does exist. With over fifty planets harboring stories of such a device, disguised as legend and myth, it surely exists or has existed at some point in the past" she continues, a slide show of various cave paintings, tablets and religious texts projecting one after another.

"Sounds impossible to find, and if it were just us it would be. However, we have help, and a lead" she pauses, pressing on the controller once more, the image of an old human man flickering to life.



"Dr. Robert Krast, one of the few... Credible Archon Experts. Deep space probes sent by his foundation have relayed a signal from intergalactic space (empty space between galaxies). His claim? That it is of Archon origin and that whatever is sending the signal could hold the Key. To determine if his claim has merit is our mission. Whatever we find is to be retrieved by us, then returned to Islep 9 for inspection and the councils judgment." she monologues, pausing again before continuing to one more slide.

"The good doctor has his operation set on Jericho, at the edge of the galactic rim. For those unaware, our badge holds no weight in such a place, we will have to tread lightly upon arrival" she concludes, a desert planet projected, the tan and red surface of the independent planet flickering away at presentations end.

"Any questions, thoughts?"

 

[GolemGuy]

Theepo Krott

The thelek spend a minute clearing their throat, and preparing a sentence with the best grammar they could manage. "What would be most dangerous about this expedition? We are going into empty space. There is nearly no way to understand what we are going into. There could be threats so massive we could not comprehend. Only the unknown is out there, do we even have the right equipment to deal with such?" Theepo said, taking his firearm and medical supplies, strapping the bulky pack on, and clipping the medicinal kit onto his waist, and holstering his gun. He took off his visible light spectrum viewing headset for a brief moment, removing a vial of salt from the section where his nose would have been. Around his nasal pores were faint streaks of sternutated sodium. He quickly emptied the vials and re-inserted them into the headset, and put it back on.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Plash
Interactions: Jet GolemGuy ​

Standing with the rest of the crew Plash kept her eyes and scanner on the screen and the captain. Her left eye giving off a very faint blue glow as she scanned the room and everything else going on. She stood completely still as she recorded every detail of the man that showed on the screen, she had only paused as the Thelek in the room spoke up. At the sound of the unfamiliar voice her scanner light flicked off and she moved her gaze from the captain to the Thelek then back once again before adding to his words. "My scans of the ship show that it is heavily armored for its size. The internal wiring is highly protected and the ships seem to have many additions that would normally be found on a ship that plans to go to battle. Guns and shields included." Plash paused for a moment before speaking. Though she had not had a chance to scan the actual weaponry of the ship, the wiring gave her clues to what there could be on the ship. Plash faced the captain once again, "From this, I can assume that in the past ships going on similar missions have been attacked before?"

Plash then brought her attention back to the Thelek, going through some data records before speaking up. "My scans of intergalactic space along with the scans of my brethren come up with encounters with mostly thieves, small battleships and asteroids, along with the occasional black hole. There are a few notes on larger battleships in some areas, but if my scans are correct the ship should be able to maintain itself through battle." Plash sounded confident, but what she didn't bring up were that there were a few incomplete files on record, along with a few that were corrupted and no longer considered reliable. These were from Stoqa who most likely passed during their trips through intergalactic space.

 

[Jet]

"Apt observations Plash, the Blade may be of corvette size but it's the finest vessel in the FFW fleet. Thirty turbo lasers stern to aft for the small fish, and four turbo lasers for the big ones. Cruiser class energy shielding, titanium-tungsten composite hull. She's a tough bird." explains Naiva, pausing to collect thought for her next talking point.

"As far as past expeditions... The last got hit on the way back, near the edge of the outer rim, half the crew was killed... Others made slaves, some escaped to tell the story" she recalls, grim, taking a moment before answering the Theleks question.

"To get to the point Theepo, pirates and treasure hunters are the primary threat. That's why The Blade was chosen - -" she says, double tapping the wall with her fist.

"Fastest ship in known space, cloaking technology, and a cruisers battery if running and hiding isn't in the cards" answers the captain, smirking before continuing.

"And past the outer rim... dead space? That's the fun part, no idea what we'll find there." she concludes, happy to think of horror unknown beyond Last Light.