[FTL RP, WE'RE BACK, REBOOTED!] The Rogue Cadets

[TheLonelyAI]

Maybe one of the four or five "guests" that the forum says have been browsing this want to.

Well, I'm not stopping them if they really want to do it. It's just that I personally wouldn't want to have all my character's actions dictated by the creator. It's really eyesight's choice after all.

[JakeCollins]

Maybe one of the four or five "guests" that the forum says have been browsing this want to.

Well, I'm not stopping them if they really want to do it. It's just that I personally wouldn't want to have all my character's actions dictated by the creator. It's really eyesight's choice after all.

Agreed. For now, Duston will be an NPC, unless one of those supposed "guests" wouldn't mind playing a preset role. Either way, let's continue onward with Duston as an NPC.

[stylesrj]

When it comes to money in this RP/world, I see two forms of currency, Federation Credits, which can be spent on Federation stations or planets, or plain ol scrap for every where else, some places prefer one or the other. Thats how I see it.

Although Scrap could be exchanged for Credits... and maybe a jar of Nutella.

Lux said to Jake "Your father's alive? But when I heard Admiral Tully had come to see you, I thought..."
She sighed, then her smile widened, almost creepily so "But if Admiral Tully is wrong about your father's death, then... maybe..." she started to wander off back to the crew quarters.

[BrenTenkage]

Bren yawned a bit and finally fell asleep (so wake him up when its time to leave or something is gonna happen LOL)

[Chickengames]

Kyrie stared at Duston, then looked back at Jake, then back at Duston. Both were saying nothing. "So did he send a message or anything?! And how do you know?!"

[BrenTenkage]

The dream was one he always had since he was rescued, it was less a nightmare, more of flashes of the day he left his slave life.

"BREN HELP ME PLEASE!"

The cries of his sister as they dragged her away, the sound of fire as the federation fired upon them as they used her to power up the shields beyond their limits. "You better work those weapons slave or your sister won't be living for long" one of the things he remembered being told every time she was sent to the shield room.

The sound of her screaming as the lights around them flickered as there was a cry for someone to plug a leak.

Bren was at the weapons watching the Kestral class ship firing at their slug cruiser. The area shaking.

'Boy you better power up these missiles or so help me i'm gonna use your corpse to power my reading lamp!' the mantis at the controls threatened as Bren quietly nodded his head meekly obey the brutal mantis. He was charging up the missile salvo, but he thought about what he was doing, the people he allowed to be killed thanks to his help...no...

He stopped, he pulled away and went to a nearby wrench grabbing it and turning to the mantis who only had enough time to turn to him and ask, 'Wheres the pow-" before getting a smack in the face with a now electricly charged wrench.

The rest was a blur, he remembered fighting off the mantis, slowing down the weapons and he was about to be gutted for his insolence when he saw the men come aboard, or rather teleported, they had entered the weapon bay to disable it, and Bren held his hands up dropping the wrench when he saw the guns aimed at him, the mantis didn't, and was on the floor dead a few shots later.

"You a slave?" one man asked, Bren nodded his head

"We are here with the federation, and we are here to rescue you' he said in a calm tone extending his hand, Bren watched as 2 more men appeared well rock men, in full Federation uniform and they smashed through the doors ready to cause some mayhem.

Bren had taken the man's hand and his life was forever changed. However his sister, she died, during the attack when the slavers realized they would be caught in a final act of spite killed the slaves, some killing themselves rather then be taken to court.

Bren and a few others were survivors, she was not.

Bren awoke from his nap with tears in his eyes, he never could get over the fact that his sister could have survived, some how...but no...she was killed just because those slavers didn't want to give her up...

Just his story, sorry if its a little too dark, should ask how far we can go in this RP, I understand no 18+ raunchy porn, but I mean how violent can we go, like we talking Full Metal Alchemist or Violence Jack level of dark? ( in lamens terms PG13 or Very Hard R

[JakeCollins]

Since Duston is an NPC, I guess we can all... control him? Or just me? How do ya wanna work it?

Jake was in the medbay, discussing what he knew.

"Your father is on a top secret mission conducted by the Federation. He has infiltrated the massing Rebel forces. You see, it all has to do with the chip your friend WOL was assigned to carry." The Engi said.

"Someone get WOL" Jake said to the others, "So my father is alive?"

"Communication with your father is severely limited. One message every 2 years. We heard from him 4 years ago. For whatever reason, he didn't transmit in his most recent 2 year window. But it's a short window, he could've simply been minutes late to the transfer window."

"If that was 2 years ago, why'd it take this long for you to find me?"

"Jake..." The Engi coughed. "I had to stay low. This mission is highly classified, plus, it took me a while to escape the Abandoned Sector"

"You were in the Abandoned Sector?"

"Yes. I am a messenger that takes messages from your father and delivers them to the Federation."

"What is my father doing in the Abandoned Sector? What are the Rebels doing there?"

"The Abandoned Sector is a good place for the Rebels to conduct their research. No one disturbs them. WOL was at a Federation Data analyzation center. The Data Disk he carried was full of intel on the Rebels' research. Information your father gathered." The Engi said, coughing.

"What are the Rebels doing that it's so top-secret, it's done in the Abandoned Sector? What is my father getting info on? What was IN that Data Disk?"

"According to the info your father gave us, the Rebels are researching..." The Engi paused, his expression grim. "Black Hole Induction. The science of controlling and manipulating Black Holes."

"They want to make a... Black Hole weapon?" Jake asked, stunned.

"Yes. Nothing would be able to stop it."

[stylesrj]

Unlike her actual life, Lux's dream life was a lot happier; it was only her daydreams things went dark.

She saw herself flying over a field of bright red poppies. A family of marshmellows below waved at her so she waved back with a very happy smile on her face. A moment of true joy to those who might have been creepily watching her sleep.
Then the view changed to a cityscape, with tubeways and flying cars. A giant Engi was stomping around several tall structures but she flew in and cut it down with a few slashes of her Mantis blade, causing the alien to melt into a pile of cogs and gears and even a vacuum tube or two.
Her father appeared in front of her, riding on top of a Kestrel-Class Cruiser like it was a horse. "I'm so proud of you my little light!" he beamed.
"Thanks Dad!" Lux exclaimed cheerily as she found herself also riding the Kestrel; however the hull seemed to be lined with Engi faceplates.

But as soon as the Kestrel flew into orbit, there was an explosion and the engines flew loose, along with a sad-looking Engi. A Mantis Fighter swooped in from above and Lux found herself staring at a Kestrel... but this time it was in Rebel colours. Her father was riding on top of it and he didn't look happy. "Luxanna Kassandra Jensen! Why did you leave?" Captain Douglas Jensen demanded "You had your life ahead of you and this is how you repay me?"
The Mantis Fighter and the Kestrel flew towards her and she braced for impact only to have her eyes shoot open as she woke up in the real world.
"Phew" she said with a sigh, looking around the quarters. Her datapad was on the floor indicating that she had dozed off during her studies.

She saw Bren had also just woken up. "You alright there Bren?"

[BrenTenkage]

Unlike her actual life, Lux's dream life was a lot happier; it was only her daydreams things went dark.

She saw herself flying over a field of bright red poppies. A family of marshmellows below waved at her so she waved back with a very happy smile on her face. A moment of true joy to those who might have been creepily watching her sleep.
Then the view changed to a cityscape, with tubeways and flying cars. A giant Engi was stomping around several tall structures but she flew in and cut it down with a few slashes of her Mantis blade, causing the alien to melt into a pile of cogs and gears and even a vacuum tube or two.
Her father appeared in front of her, riding on top of a Kestrel-Class Cruiser like it was a horse. "I'm so proud of you my little light!" he beamed.
"Thanks Dad!" Lux exclaimed cheerily as she found herself also riding the Kestrel; however the hull seemed to be lined with Engi faceplates.

But as soon as the Kestrel flew into orbit, there was an explosion and the engines flew loose, along with a sad-looking Engi. A Mantis Fighter swooped in from above and Lux found herself staring at a Kestrel... but this time it was in Rebel colours. Her father was riding on top of it and he didn't look happy. "Luxanna Kassandra Jensen! Why did you leave?" Captain Douglas Jensen demanded "You had your life ahead of you and this is how you repay me?"
The Mantis Fighter and the Kestrel flew towards her and she braced for impact only to have her eyes shoot open as she woke up in the real world.
"Phew" she said with a sigh, looking around the quarters. Her datapad was on the floor indicating that she had dozed off during her studies.

She saw Bren had also just woken up. "You alright there Bren?"

He was wiping away his tears, "...just remembering some things, 'he said getting up and stretching a bit before going into his pack and pulling out a ration bar, he quietly began to eat it so he didn't have to explain himself (which of course you can press the issue if you wish)

[TheLonelyAI]

Since Duston is an NPC, I guess we can all... control him? Or just me? How do ya wanna work it?

Jake was in the medbay, discussing what he knew.

"Your father is on a top secret mission conducted by the Federation. He has infiltrated the massing Rebel forces. You see, it all has to do with the chip your friend WOL was assigned to carry." The Engi said.

"Someone get WOL" Jake said to the others, "So my father is alive?"

"Communication with your father is severely limited. One message every 2 years. We heard from him 4 years ago. For whatever reason, he didn't transmit in his most recent 2 year window. But it's a short window, he could've simply been minutes late to the transfer window."

"If that was 2 years ago, why'd it take this long for you to find me?"

"Jake..." The Engi coughed. "I had to stay low. This mission is highly classified, plus, it took me a while to escape the Abandoned Sector"

"You were in the Abandoned Sector?"

"Yes. I am a messenger that takes messages from your father and delivers them to the Federation."

"What is my father doing in the Abandoned Sector? What are the Rebels doing there?"

"The Abandoned Sector is a good place for the Rebels to conduct their research. No one disturbs them. WOL was at a Federation Data analyzation center. The Data Disk he carried was full of intel on the Rebels' research. Information your father gathered." The Engi said, coughing.

"What are the Rebels doing that it's so top-secret, it's done in the Abandoned Sector? What is my father getting info on? What was IN that Data Disk?"

"According to the info your father gave us, the Rebels are researching..." The Engi paused, his expression grim. "Black Hole Induction. The science of controlling and manipulating Black Holes."

"They want to make a... Black Hole weapon?" Jake asked, stunned.

"Yes. Nothing would be able to stop it."

WOL was plugged in one of the ship's charging ports, still recovering his energy from the transplant. The Engi "Duston" had woken up, and had requested a talk with the captain, in private. The doors to the room opened, WOL was told that he was wanted by the captain. WOL nodded in compliance, and unplugged himself from the station.

When he walked into the medbay, he felt a sudden change in atmosphere. It was shrouded in tense silence, and Jake bore a grin expression on his face, clearly, something had happened here.

Jake motioned for WOL to sit down, and so he did. "Can someone please tell me what happened?" Asked WOL in an inquiring tone. Jake's eyes seemed to darken slightly, and Duston stepped in to volunteer.

...

WOL stayed silent, trying to process the information that he had just been told.

"What more can you tell me about this project?"