Re: [FTL RP, WE'RE BACK, REBOOTED!] The Rogue Cadets
Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 2:44 am
Yes, I can't think of any questions right now. Something might come up later, but for now I'm ready.
Please note, I am doing this post in an unusual way. We are skipping lots of time. We will obviously continue expanding upon our old plot lines, but this is to shake things up a bit. It's time for a bit of shaking, in my opinion.
Let the games begin...
1.5 Years Later
The Throbheart Expanse, Abandoned Sector 03, Rebel Identification Delta-774
Jake Collins sat in his piloting chair, staring at the scanners. As they had for the last 6 months, the scanners showed nothing but static. The Throbhart's dark clouds were like a smothering veil to sensors, energy signatures, and crew morale. The swirling black clouds were not Nebula gases, but rather remnants of a past long forgotten. The dust was comprised of particles from stars, planets, asteroids, and perhaps civilizations. Perhaps great empires. All washed away with time. Who knew what memories the dust contained? What dreams it once held? What life it once bore? Jake's stare was as empty as the dust, as weary as the dust, as deprived as the dust.
The lights onboard the Mature dimmed and flickered. The power dampening effects of the cloud had been effecting the Mature especially, but there were reports from the other ships of the United Rogue Union. This mysterious cloud? Well, it was simply long-dead matter swirling around a super massive black hole.
However, the matter was very unusual, because a specific jet-stream in the cloud took the matter just a few meters below the Event Horizon of the Black Hole and spat it back out again, which by every law of physics should be impossible. The Event Horizon, by definition, was the point of no return. And yet, this black hole was dragging matter below the event horizon, just a bit, and pushing it back out. When the matter came back out, it was changed into some weird mass, not an atom or molecule, but something else. Sarah's calculations suggested that whatever the substance was, it should not belong in this universe.
Science aside, this place was a great hiding spot from the fleets of sinister rebels and tribes of violent Lanius just beyond the protection of the cloud. And yet, Jake hated this place. He hated his life. He hated this war.
Please note, I am doing this post in an unusual way. We are skipping lots of time. We will obviously continue expanding upon our old plot lines, but this is to shake things up a bit. It's time for a bit of shaking, in my opinion.
Let the games begin...
1.5 Years Later
The Throbheart Expanse, Abandoned Sector 03, Rebel Identification Delta-774
Jake Collins sat in his piloting chair, staring at the scanners. As they had for the last 6 months, the scanners showed nothing but static. The Throbhart's dark clouds were like a smothering veil to sensors, energy signatures, and crew morale. The swirling black clouds were not Nebula gases, but rather remnants of a past long forgotten. The dust was comprised of particles from stars, planets, asteroids, and perhaps civilizations. Perhaps great empires. All washed away with time. Who knew what memories the dust contained? What dreams it once held? What life it once bore? Jake's stare was as empty as the dust, as weary as the dust, as deprived as the dust.
The lights onboard the Mature dimmed and flickered. The power dampening effects of the cloud had been effecting the Mature especially, but there were reports from the other ships of the United Rogue Union. This mysterious cloud? Well, it was simply long-dead matter swirling around a super massive black hole.
However, the matter was very unusual, because a specific jet-stream in the cloud took the matter just a few meters below the Event Horizon of the Black Hole and spat it back out again, which by every law of physics should be impossible. The Event Horizon, by definition, was the point of no return. And yet, this black hole was dragging matter below the event horizon, just a bit, and pushing it back out. When the matter came back out, it was changed into some weird mass, not an atom or molecule, but something else. Sarah's calculations suggested that whatever the substance was, it should not belong in this universe.
Science aside, this place was a great hiding spot from the fleets of sinister rebels and tribes of violent Lanius just beyond the protection of the cloud. And yet, Jake hated this place. He hated his life. He hated this war.