Darkstar (Invite Only)

[~Ozy~]

This is a RP based off of a book trilogy I'm (slowly) writing. For generations, humanity theorized about intelligent life elsewhere in the galaxy. When we finally achieved practical space travel, we found that those theories were wrong. The was intelligent life out there. A lot of it. More than anyone had imagined, spreading across not just the galaxy, but the entire universe. Earth was a small, backwater planet, in a small backwater galaxy in the terriory of a provincial worlord. He was eventually overthrown, along with all the other warlords, dictators, and petty rulers. A single government was set up, a republic. All the major races (including, by now, humankind) were represented fairly and equitably. Inter-galaxy travel was made even easier with the development of the Subspace drive which borrowed holes in reality, allowing distance that previously took lifetimes to be traveled in a matter of minutes. It was a golden age.

Things now couldn't be worse. Pirates plague the trade lines, raiding anything that comes their way, from large tourist crusiers to merchant vessels. The Navy is spread too thin to be an effective deterrent. Even if they had the numbers, they wouldn't have the funding. The Senate, based in a planet long ago hidden in a nebula has become corrupt and self-serving. Worse, the research banch of the Republic, the same branch that developed Subspace capibility is rumored to have begun experimenting on living, sentient beings. There has been no eidence of such activity for five years now, but the whispers still remain. Five years ago, the most promising of every race that could be taken was. The brightest, stongest, fastest. All of them dissapeared over a period of a few months. A couple corpses were found drifting around Adan Prime, but that was all.

Form-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Occupation:
Weapons:
Personality:
Appearance:


Races-

Feliarn: Somewhat catlike, these creatures are renowned for their skill in piloting and melee combat. Unusual charicteristics include sharp teeth, retractable claws, a tail, and an amazing sense of balance. Often used militarily as reconnisance.

Human: No explanation necessary

Avangian: Almost angelic, the Avangians are know for being physically frail but brilliant. A pair of wings jut from the back of the Avangians. They make up the tacticians, philosiphers, and scientists of the galaxy.

Anguian: If any race could be said to make up the merchant class, these would be them. Sly and crafty, there are few records of an Anguian coming off worse in a deal. They appear almost snakelike, with no eyelids and scales covering their bodies. Militarily, they are effective mainly in mid-level command positions.

Lupinian: These tall, well-muscled beings comprise the bulk of the military. Their uses are numerous, including occupation, construction, and as shock troops. They work best when used in units of ten to twenty. Rarely are they seen outside of the military.


Jobs-

Pirate: Raid the space lines, get some cash, the usual pillaging and plundering. You don't have access to the best equiopment, but you have the Navy outnumbered. Three major bands, the Crimson Fury, Outer Rim, and Nebulon.

Mob: These people work behind the scenes, controlling the workings of the government. Having mob ties can be a useful thing.

Navy: A no-fun, stuffy, white-shirted jerkwad. A jerkwad with cool toys, though.

Merchant: The money behind everything. Oftentimes work closely with the mob to control the economy.

Freelancer: Works for whoever has the cash. Simple as that.


My form-

Name: Abayomi Llwellyn
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Felinian
Occupation: Pirate-Crimson Fury
Weapons: Blaster pistol, claws and teeth, throwing knife, kodachi
Personality: Very meticulous. Pays attention to every detail everywhere he goes. Likes everything to be where it should be, nowhere else. Quite concerned about his appearance.
Appearance: Dresses in almost regal finery. A nice blue coat with a ruffle spilling from the neck. Under that, a white shirt. Loose white pants, black leather boots. Keeps his pistol at one waist, slung low, the kodachi at the other. Knife tucked up his left sleeve. Green eyes, reddish-orange hair grown to his shoulder and braided. Tall for a Felinian (average height for a human), but quite slender.

 

[Flygon trainer]

Name: Eclipse Luna
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Avangian
Occupation: Ahem.... Pay me, and I'll do something for you. Until then, get out of my face! AKA Freelancer
Weapons: She can use anything that she gets her hands on, but she prefers to fly out of danger. Common weapons of her creation tend to be paralysis rays, explosives, and of course toxins.
Personality: Normally doesn't care about the world, only has partners when she's paid to have them (and later, they suddenly turn up dead for some reason) but she is brilliant. She can modify almost anything to serve a purpose other then what it was intended. Some say she made a nuclear reactor out of junk once, that could have exploded had she done it wrong.
Appearance: She looks a lot like a normal human, tall, with black hair, and enjoys wearing a black sweater and slacks to make her look considerably normal unless she's in the lab. Her eyes are a reddish color, and her wings actually change color depending on her mood. Some say that if she is for once in a good mood (can anyone say rare?) her normally black wings have hints of white feathers in them.

 

[parallelzero]

Name: Askan Peerion
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Avangian
Occupation: Freelancer
Weapons: A dark red quarterstaff, that has a blude on each end, as well as a pistol.
Personality: Askan's mood varies, depending on who he's around. If he is out in public, he gives off that tough guy vibe. Completely silent, with that serious look on his face. When he is around people he's comfortable with however, he shows his real self. Laid back, always making lame jokes, you know the drill.
Appearance: Askan wears a grey sweater with a strange design in black in the center, which looks like a cross. He also wears a pair of navy blue jeans, and a pair of black work boots. He stands at 6'2" with red hair and blue eyes. He also has has a pair a pair of black wings jutting from his back.

 

[Ciera]

Form-
Name: Ibbit
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Anguian
Occupation: Merchant
Weapons: A few daggers hidden under her cloak
Personality: A quick thinker, she will do anything to con extra money on items. Ruthless, not easily pushed around.
Appearance: Lanky. She always wears dark robes, with a hood to shadow her face. Other than that, she appears as a normal Anguian.

 

[Flygon_Zero]

Form-
Name: Youkuo
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Race:Feliarn
Occupation:Mob
Weapons:Claws and teeth, large amount of daggers, Thorn covered whip
Personality:A mysterious person, eager to be at peace. He prefers being alone, rather than being in large crowds, and although his occupation ignores his wants, he still enjoys watching the masses. He seems to have a sense of superiority, and at the same time, a very pessimistic outlook.
Appearance: Average height for a Feliarn. Long white hair, reaching all the way to his lower back. It is usually kept untamed, and makes for quite a show in a breeze. He wears mainly black clothes, all too big for his body, and enjoys hiding away his many daggers within.

 

[Shiney]

Name: He goes by Kinashra, but no one knows if that's his real name or not.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Feliarn
Occupation: Freelancer
Weapons: He has two blaster pistols, and a number of both slashing and throwing blades hidden on his body, though he knows how to wield almost any style of weapon.
Personality: Lazy, preferring to lounge around and watch while others fight, even if he's in the middle of it. He rarely gets emotional, though he has a very short temper if you tease him about the right things...
Appearance: He has naturally white hair, and blueish green eyes, and is unusually tall and muscular, though he is the build of an acrobat, not a weight lifter.

 

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

Name: Jasper Namlac
Age: 15 (which translates into 28 human years)
Gender: Male
Race: Lupinian
Occupation:Freelancer, mostly does assasin work and such.
Weapons: Strength, B.A.R Machine gun, Power shot (a sort of short stubby single shot, energy blaster pistol-like weapon)
Personality: Tough, untrusting, doesn't talk much, won't release any information without the right ammount of money. He will do anything for the right ammount of dough. His favorite saying is "Anything for a price"
Appearance: He is tall extremely buff, has red skin, and small black horns jetting out of his head.

 

[Pogiforce-14]

Name: Jack Ganlon (His crew just knows him as Captain)
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation:Freelance
Weapons: Kompact Explosive Gun. (AKA: KEG) Electro lances (meant for handling out of contorl wildlife, but they can serve another purpose./..)
Personality: gruff with a tight ship. but he takes care of his crew like family, and those he is tight with as well. He doesn't take kindly to anyone trying to off his crew or his friends.
Appearance: Tall with a sturdy build, he wears a white T-shirt and a pair of pale blue jeans. his skin is tanned and he has dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

 

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>I invited a few others, but since they seem to be MIA, we'll start now. They can join later if they so choose.<OOC>

I sat stiff-backed in my chair, carefully sipping my ale. It was a dingy spacer's bar, tucked away in one of the far corners of the Andromeda Galaxy. The bar, one of the busiest (not that that said much) establishments on this hollowed-out asteroid was useful for several purposes. First, the Navy knew nohing of it. Not that that really meant much. Second, it was also home to the Council, the ruling order amongst the Crimson fury. I'd been contacted to arrive here (as usual, through a string of intermediaries) for new orders. Downing the last of my drink, I slid a few credit chips across to the barkeepr for another round. My crew had some free time for now. Probably wasting their wages at a strip show or some such. Fools.

 

[Pogiforce-14]

I was annoyed. Flat out PO'ed. The courier came late, the cargo was damaged, and we recieved damage to the hull reaching the space of Carlack VII. and of course, the boss man paying our wages today was more than likely giong to be equally PO'ed when we finally finished smuggling these parts for him. "Hurry it up, you slackers!" I shouted angrily. " W'ere wasting valuable time and money here!"

 

[Flygon trainer]

I looked through my personal microscope, which by now I had managed to alter into just being a disk in hid air. Crimson Fury was paying me to design another weapon for them, I didn't know what it would be used for, I just made it. The property of it would be that when fired, it would stop whatever it hit in its tracks for about 30 minutes. Time stoppers had been designed before, but this one would be the first of its kind to not only last longer then 15 seconds, but it would be able to 'overlap' adding 30 minutes every time a target was hit. I knew someone would be sent down to check on me soon, hopefully this time they wouldn't be trying to get fresh with me like the guy my last employer sent down. He was the first one to end up my personal test on a very painful bone-dissolving system...

 

[~Ozy~]

The blonde woman motioned to me. She was lith, slender, sexy...and human. I'd have bedded her in an instant if it wasn't for her race. Because of that, she simply remained "the blonde woman." She always gestured to me, signaling that it was time for me to meet my superiors. They never changed messengers, it was always her. I nodded, leaving my drink unsinished. Standing, I walked to the restroom. It was even dirtier than the rest of the bar. A hidden door slid open after I'd been authorized. A long, dark corridor led to the Council chambers. Upon entering the central chamber, I immediately dropped to one knee until the familiar female voice said "Rise." Looking up, I saw a hologram of three masked figures in bloodred robes standing before me. Even the best commandores in the Fury rarely met the Council in person. Captains such as myself never got that opportunity. I stood slowly, keeping my hands outstretched. A deep, gravelly voice said "Captain, we have summoned you for two items today. First, you are hereby promoted to Commandore of the fifth squadron. Secondly, we need you to check up on one of our freelance agents. The coordinates for your meetup with your squadron and her location are being transmitted to your personal workstation now. I bowed and said "I understand. Should I leave immediately?" The central figure nodded. I bowed and exited, my mind boiling. It was not my place to question, though.

 

[Flygon trainer]

After a few moments of examining the energy perticle I was looking at, I picked up a gun nearby, that LOOKED like any standerd model, but its properties were vastly diffrent. I put on a set of protective glasses, tossed one of my own featheres out in front of me, and pulled the trigger. a neon green light jumped from the ray to the feather, and it stopped immediatly on contact, and I started a timer to see how long it would stay. I checked the timer again after what seemed like only moments later.. I had doubled the current record of 15 seconds already, and I waited on baited breath for it to wear off so I could see how long it took...

 

[~Ozy~]

I tapped one of my cufflinks casually once I'd exited the bar. It activated my comlink, sending out a series of beebs that summoned my crew back to the ship. At the moment, I was flying a modified Starbridge. It was a small ship, three fighter bays, crew of ten, but beyond servicable. The crew was late. Expected, but not good. I was already at the docking bay, waiting for them. Once I reached my squadron, I might move up. Last I'd checked, the Fifth even had a carrier. Most likely, though, that had gone down when the old Commandore had been relieved of his command.

 

[Flygon trainer]

I checked the timer again. Now that the inital excitement was over, a minute seemed like an hour.. only a minute had passed, but to my releif, the energy radiating off the stopped feather was still pretty strong. I spread my wings finally, stretching them out. I had been down here for what felt like several days. It was like I was a paid prisioner. I would have left by now had I not been conserned about my life. Though why this was, I was not certain. After all, my life had been in the pits as long as I could remember, my mind being my only savior..

 

[Mari]

Name: Isabelle Emiru Shirayuki [She prefers the name Emiru]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation: Freelancer
Weapons: Rapier, and two daggers hidden beneath her clothes.

Personality: She isn't the brightest of the bunch, as she tends to forget many things and has short attention span, but she is far from dim. And, on the other hand, anything she lacks in that section, she more than makes up for in her heart?even if she loves playing tricks on others. Isabelle is extremely loyal and always wants to do the right thing. She gives her best shot at everything and is extremely determined. If there is a problem, she always tries her very best to meet it, but often makes many mistake whilst doing so. She is extremely bubbly; too bubbly at times that it gets annoying, and is very boyish.

Appearance: Straight, golden-brown hair that cascades to her shoulders and large, pastel cerulean eyes; vivid and dreamy-looking. She has an athletic built and is about five foot four. She has pinkish cheeks and has a soft, fair skin. She is clad in black denim shorts and an orange sleeveless shirt. She has black fingerless gloves and sneakers for shoes.

 

[Flygon_Zero]

There are so many times I hate my job. Tonight was one of those times. I had been sent to expect a scene of a suspected act of piracy. There was nothing there though, at least not yet. Only another Ferlian.
An oddly dressed Ferlian...I thought.
Not only was it strange that he was dressed so formal, but the fact that he was at a dock, that's what threw me off.
He seemed to be expecting someone though. Maybe he was one of the people involved in the to be act of piracy.
I decided to stay and watch him, hidden away in the shadows, but my clumsiness caused me to hit a small crate rather hard. I just hoped he didn't hear it.

 

[Psychotic_Demon]

Name: Saphira Moonstream
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Feliarn
Occupation: Freelancer
Weapons: Two daggers, small electro pistol. Saphira knows a bit of martial arts, which she uses as a last resort
Personality: Cold, Nevers trust anyone for a very long time, a loner, hates being around too many people at once. Isnt afraid to start a fight. Or finish it.
Appearence: about 5'6, lean, sapphire eyes, tannish skin, a light blue tank, and dark blue denim jeans, and a silver chain that most people cant see. Saphira has silver cat ears and tail, and a thin scar on her left cheek.

 

[Pogiforce-14]

It took me and my crew of five a few standard Earth days before we were prepared to leave teh space of Carlack VII. next we were to meet our contact at a preset point by our employer. We had no idea what we were transporting, or for who it was for. The person who had given us this job was anonymous and just asked it to be done. The only reason why we bothered was because we were being paid 10,000 (Whatever the currency is. TAD, make a currency! :P) an hour for it, which I must admit peaked our interest. Still, with us behind schedule and a poor courier giving us damaged parts, I was afraid we may get stinted with our pay. Simon, our trusted navigator, guided us towards the planet we were told to meet our contact. We hovered above the docks, trying to find the person we were looking for. From there, we were supposed to transfer our cargo to a ship our contact had with him. So we were told anyway.

 

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>We're using Republic Credits.<OOC>

My sharp ears picked up something, a crash or some such. I whipped out my blaster pistol, looking around cautiously. I was prevented the trouble of a search by the arrival of my first mate and the rest of the crew, the lot of them looking surlier than usual. The mate asked "Planning to finally do me in?" I snapped in reply "Fan out and search the area. I heard something."