The Phoenix Colony RPG GM – Foxee Cast of Characters: Surviving Crew: Chad Smith chad.sims2 Britney Watts Shadow Dragon Deceased Surviving Prisoners: Xare "Fox" Aldrich Shadow Dragon Reva Warner Foxee Cull (Cullim) Brackwell Gloom Kitty Harold 'CJ' Krollita Rumpole40k - Deceased Juan Mercardo Rumpole40k - Deceased Derek Springs Tsukuru Pasha Raskolnikov Bick Deceased Allen Kiro CDRW Raylene Cobb FoxyMomma Owen Harris Rumpole40k Deceased Benjamin Freeman Chickidy Deceased Chrystine Waters Zorell Joseph Alexander Bardon Darkthought Deceased Viva Charisma Deceased Juliano "Hays" Haywardo Gladiatus Deceased Cody Lordly Gloom Kitty Frank Sellyon Chickidy Cevin Hevet Rumpole40k Alexander "Bull" Lemon Foxee Takahashi Mineko Foxee Quick Reference: Character Mutations List Quick Reference: How to Develop Character Mutations AnimalsThe Genre: Sci-Fi Adventure The Focus: Survive & Prevail The Story: A prisoner transport ship sets out from Earth to the outer quarry planet Mik14 with 213 souls on board. Struck by an asteroid, the damaged ship is caught in a spatial anomaly and crash-lands on an uninhabited planet. This RPG begins just after that crash. The male prisoners are able to get free if they can get loose from the restraints but the doors to the women’s quarters are damaged and the female prisoners trapped inside. The small crew of the ship have been killed except for a few guards and the transport is unusable, the bridge crushed, systems failing, an auxiliary engine on fire. It is unclear how far we are from known planets or space stations or whether we will be pursued for recapture or simply written off. (This may depend on the characters we get) The Planet: There is something about the planet that activates undiscovered human genes. This means that you have an equal chance of developing enhanced strengths and powers or diseases and mutations…sometimes both. The planet seems to be uninhabited though habitable. The crash site is a green mountainous region; the temperature is the cold of early spring. There are animals on the planet, which may be similar to Earth animals, but with some major differences. We’ll make them up as we go. The Background: Earth is ruled by a global totalitarian regime. Though humans have become adept at space travel there has been no first contact with any alien race. Prisoners on our ship would run the gamut from actual criminals to minor offenders, government dissidents, and even innocent people wrongly accused. The Game: You are a criminal, minor offender, a wrongly accused, or a guard (only two guards initially, please). You should be honest about which you are in your profile but you can lie about this in the game. Your character should begin seeing some differences due to the planetary-caused changes to their genome within a few weeks of landing (game time). Begin with minor changes and develop them as the game progresses. If you look to become too powerful a GM may ask you to tone it down. Your only resources are whatever you can scrounge from the wrecked ship and whatever you can find on the planet. Prisoners would not have been carrying weapons or personal effects. If we get stuck in a scene that should have ended I will post a plot advancement rather than let it drag. You can die in this game. Characters are bound to end up in dangerous situations. GM can rule you dead or injured if you neglect to write this realistically yourself. You can join this game any time. Foxee’s Ten RPG Commandments: 1. Read everyone’s posts! Not only does this keep us all on the same page, it’s fun to know your posts are being read and acted upon. Respond to stimuli and events from other players’ posts. 2. Avoid writing one-line posts or extremely long posts. A range of 40-300 words is good to shoot for. 3. Edit before posting, we’re all here to improve as well as enjoy. 4. No God-modding or perfect characters. (boring!) 5. Fights between characters should be kept to a minimum and I would like to see no killing of humans at all. However, if a fight or killing is unavoidably called for the players concerned must work the action out in PM and both parties should be amenable to the outcome. 6. Do not control another person’s character without their express consent. 7. If a player is AWOL and holding up the game the character will be NPC’d at the GMs’ discretion. If the player has been gone for 24 hours other players may control their character in minor ways (move them a bit but no big decisions and nothing out of character). If you know you’ll be gone for some time you may hand over your character to another player’s care. 8. Don’t flood the thread with long conversations. Give others a chance to post. 9. Please discuss any issues in the Discussion thread or PM Foxee or Rumpole40k with your concerns. Gossiping about issues or spamming up the story thread is counterproductive. 10. And lastly…the GMs’ word is law. Building characters: Depth - If you’re playing a criminal give them some admirable attributes. If you’re playing an innocent, give them some flaws. If you’re playing one of the badly outnumbered guards you’ll be in a sticky situation and fear is normal. Humans only. Genetic changes should be minor at first, growing as the game progresses. They should not lead to god-modding. Profile Template Name: Type of character: (criminal, minor offender, wrongly accused, or guard) Gender: Age: Appearance: Vocation/Skills: (Skills should be believable and go along with whatever the character did for a living. Not everyone will have been a survival expert) Results of Genetic Alteration: (Remember these can be positive enhancements or strenths or negative mutations and diseases...or you can have some of both. Keep it to one effect unless you choose to have a positive and a negative one) Personality: Background:
Name: Xare "Fox" Aldrich Type of Character: Criminal (resistance fighter) Gender: Female Age: 20 Appearance: She is five foot, nine inches tall. She has a lean, muscular build and bright red hair that goes a little pass her shoulders. She has a large scar that goes down her back. She has dark green eyes. Skills: She has been well trained in hand to hand combat and in the use of handguns. Results of Genetic Alteration: Positive: Her nervous system has been enhanced so she will be able to sense movement and react to it very quickly. Negative: As her nervous system is being altered, it cause pain. In extreme cases, the pain is almost crippling. Personality: She is cold towards most people. Its hard for her to trust others, however she would do anything to protect those that have earned her trust. She is often sarcastic and cynical. Background: Her father was an official for the Goverment, but when some tax money went missing, some other officials blamed him. When she was 11 some soldiers showed up at her house. They arrested her father and killed her mother. One of the soldiers almost killed her, he slashed her back open with his knife, however she was just pretending to die and waited for them to leave. After the soldiers left she went out onto the street and passed out from bloodloss. The leader of the Warriors of Ares, a resistance force, found her. After she woke up, she asked to join them. At first the leader, Lonan, refused, but when she told him that she'll do whatever it takes to destroy the goverment, with or without their help, he let her join. They eventually gave her the nickname Fox due to her red hair. She trained almost everyday from then on out. She quickly became one of the most wanted people on the planet due killing goverment officials and soldiers. On one mission, the goverment ambushed her group and captured her.
Reva Warner Name: Reva Warner Type of character: wrongly accused Gender: Female Age: 32 Appearance: About 5’3”, compact medium-weight body. Auburn hair, slightly wavy, growing out in choppy layers around a strong-featured freckled oval face with high cheekbones and clear green eyes. She’s wearing a gray prison jumpsuit with a burgundy stripe and lug-sole boots. Vocation/Skills: Massage Therapist. Strong hands and arms, some understanding of anatomy (at least as far as muscles and bones go), tactile, observant, good listener. Enjoyed cooking and crochet as hobbies before her arrests. Some knowledge of boxing from workouts in prison. Results of Genetic Alteration: Positive effects: Enhanced hearing and balance (both associated with the ear). Negative effects: Difficulty metabolizing animal proteins. Personality: Generally even-tempered and low-key though she can become animated and even forceful over how she thinks things should be. Generally gives people the benefit of the doubt…sometimes resulting in being too trusting, though a year and a half in the prison system has beaten some of that out of her. Background: Reva grew up in a middle-class family of Russian origin living in the region that used to be called Canada. She was a modestly higher than average student and her parents had great hopes that she would attend college. She disappointed them greatly by training to be a massage therapist instead. Reva lived a quiet life, having a few short-term boyfriends and one relationship that lasted two years and seemed to be heading toward marriage before it blew apart for reasons she generally won’t discuss. Reva’s first arrest occurred when a client died on her massage table. The cause of death could not be determined and Reva had no explanation. She was released due to inconclusive evidence. It was about a year later that the second client died on her table. This time she was immediately arrested and tried for murder. Though once again the cause of death could not be determined, she was ruled guilty and sent to prison for two consecutive terms of 60 years each. Reva’s lawyer managed to get the sentence reduced and her time was further cut as she played the role of a model prisoner. But when Reva then killed another prisoner in self-defense that action bought her a one-way ticket to the mining planet Mik14. I'll post the intro once we have a good amount of characters. Please hang tight and post your profiles till I have it up.
Name: Chad Smith Type of character: guard Gender: Male Age: 21 Appearance: Short black, messy hair, glasses, tan, 5'8, wearing a Charcoal gray button-down long sleeved shirt with a circular blue white an black "Global Enforcement, Global Peace" sleeve patch at the shoulder. Over the right breast pocket "Sector 9 Corrective System" is embroidered in block letters in burgundy thread. Smith is embroidered over the left breast pocket. Charcoal-grey wrinkle and stain-resistant pants with a black stripe down the outside of the leg. Black belt, black boots. He has a 9 mm. Glock(For those who don't know a glock is a vary square shaped gun), a stun gun, truncheon, flashlight, pepper spray, cuffs, and a small madallion around his neck. Is in vary good shape, muscular, but not buff. Clean shaven, kind of nerdy looking face, slanted smile. Vocation/Skills: Knows advanced combatives (Military hand to hand combat) and is a good shot. Results of Genetic Alteration: Exoskeliton (Pos: Armored and harder hits due to wieght and hardness. Neg: Slowed down, balance, appearance, skin turns red) Personality: Kind and careing, willing to do anything to help someone and always thinks everything is going to end up ok. Background: Graduated near the top of his class after joining up to help make the world a better place. He has lived a rather sheltered life from any of the negitives of the government or the slums of the worlds. His parented raised him in NY, NY, in an upper middle class apartment. His father died before he joined up to be a gaurd, his father was a gaurd.
Name: Cull (Cullim) Brackwell Type of character: minor criminal Gender: male Age: 20 Appearance: 6,1 in height his gaunt with pale skin. His eyes are green and his hair shoulder length and black. His wearing a red silk shirt under a black and grey pinstriped vest. And slacks. Vocation/Skills: anaesthesiologist Results of Genetic Alteration: positive: Can control electricity through his mind. (Will start out as minor flickering lights will be sure to check with GM‘s on how far I can take it and when) Negative: this tends to happen when emotions become a little to much also after use of genetic alterations. He tends to bleed from his nose and ears (Most likely cause internal injuries) Personality: His fresh in prison and not use to criminals he’s jittery and frightened. Most of all he is mortified that he is with people he wouldn’t even dream to mix with in real life. Generally he classifies himself as a normal person. Background: Cull had a good life the play for his job was great and things were finally looking up for him. Until his past came back to get him. During the time of his university degree money was low. So Cull came up with the idea to create money stealing it from his boss at his dodging part time, take away job.
Name: HArold "CJ" Krollita Type of character: Criminal Gender: Male Age: 47 Appearance: Harold is a thickly built man who has equal parts fat and muscle. He has thick "salt and pepper" hair. Vocation/Skills: Harold is a boxer and former construction foreman. Results of Genetic Alteration: Advantage: Telekinesis Disadvantage: Using this ability causes Harold's brain to focus on the brain as the primary means to moving objects and interacting with the envronment around him. This causes his muscles to react much slower and even temporary paralysis depending on the degree to which the power was used. Personality: Still a party boy at heart, Harold can be a bit overbearing and doesn't always think things out. Background: Harold Krollita was a low level mob enforcer until the day the government came after the Joe Collestio the so called "New Godfather of NY". Krollita was painted as a high ranking mob boss in the trials that followed as the Collestio family rapidly turned on each other in an effort to stay out of the numerous off Earth penal colonies. His time in prison has caused Krollita to begin believing the press headlines. He dreams of starting his own "family" with him as godfather.
Name: Juan Mercardo Type of character: Criminal Gender: Male Age: 29 Appearance: Juan is a very tall, scarecrow thin man with wild bulging eyes. He recently went blind. Doctors couldn't find any cause and believe that it is psychosomatic. There are rumors, however, that some of the parents of his followers paid to have him poisoned enough to cause his present condition. Vocation/Skills: Juan has no real skills worth mentioning. Results of Genetic Alteration: Advantage: He can see through the eyes of others Disadvantage: This is the only way he can see. His mind gets clouded with other people's thoughts. Personality: Juan has a very erratic personality. He may appear friendly one minute, aloof the next, only to suddenly become violent. Background: Dubbed the Gatekeeper by his followers, Juan Mercardo was a charasmatic religious figure. He preached a doctrine of self improvement through meditation and discipline. Over the years Mercardo developed quite a following with his Gateway Institutes For Human Advancement opening all around the country. On August 16th, Mercardo gathered all his students together for the world's largest teleconference. He announced it was time for the final advancement and detonated C4 he had placed inside the walls of each institute. Psychological reports theorize that Mercardo believed the sudden death wave would trigger his own assedency to godhood. After several attempts on his life and the mysterious blindness, authorities shipped Mercardo to the mining colony for his own safety.
Name: Derek Springs Type of character: Minor Offender Gender: Male Age: 19 Appearance: 5'9", 160 pounds. Lean and in good shape. Short dark hair, young punk kind of look and walk. Rebellious. Vocation/Skills: Kind of quick and pretty stealthy, he was the pride of every capture the flag and manhunt team during his childhood. He has somewhat quick hands, for he was a pickpocket. Results of Genetic Alteration: Positive: Stronger leg muscles and bones (he can jump higher) Personality: Very very talkative, and very cocky. He doesn't take anything seriously, and turns even the most serious of situations into jokes in order to avoid showing emotion. He likes to tell stories of his exploits. He is also a bit rebellious, often rejecting authority. He'll try anything once, and often at least twice. Background: He dropped out of high school and got a job at the age of 17, and got kicked out of his home as soon as he turned 18 for drug use. He got a job as a dishwasher and got a small, somewhat shoddy apartment. In order to fund his drug habits, he sold some of what he bought. He also stole people's wallets walking down the street, a skill he became very adept at. Eventually he sold some drugs to the wrong people, and ended up in jail. He was caught trying to use his pickpocket skills to steal some cigarretes from a guard, and got punished with mining duty on Mik14. His response: "Good thing, I could use a workout."
Name: Pasha Raskolnikov Type of character: Criminal Gender: Male Age: 26 Appearance: Desolate dark brown eyes, basically looks back. Long dark red hair, reaches his back. Very shaggy hairstyle, tends to cover most of his face. Thin, long nose. Prominent, pointed chin. Thin face. Very tall, about 6’4. Lanky, and thin. Maybe 180 pounds. Strong upper arms. Pale white skin. Dark circles under his eyes, from lack of sleep. He has a soft mellow voice. Slight Russian accent. Vocation/Skills: Can make just about anything into a weapon. Is good at making, and using explosives. Is strong when it comes to bludgeoning someone to death. Never worked a day in his life. Results of Genetic Alteration: Enhancement of his Schitzophrenia - This can be both negative and positive. Personality: Tends to stare, has a rather rough personality. When he does talk, his words usually come out rather rude. He stays cool at all times, but he does get violent. He shows no change of heart when he does get violent, so he actions tend to come as a shock to his victims. He tends to talk to himself a lot, though normally they are just in mutters. Background: Pasha was born into a rather large family in the Russian countryside. He was one of the middle children. He learned to hunt, fish, camp, bike. He basically lived a normal life. Though, he soon realized he was not only good at hunting, he fully enjoyed it. He started hunting off-season, using other things beyond the normal gun and traps. He didn’t want to get caught after all. Though after a few years of it, he grew tired and wanted to hunt something with more of a thrill. By the age of 12, he had killed his entire family. Though, he had to flee, he took all currency the family had. He stayed in hiding for quite a few years. During which time he spent most of his time killing pets that came by him. He soon made friends with a young man, close to his age. Through this young man he learned how to make simple bombs. Though, after much reading and experimenting (He lost 2 fingers on his left hand, a few toes, and his thumb on the right hand.) he soon could make a bomb better then he had ever dreamed of. By the age of 16, his friend and him made a plan to bomb a government building. It was a success, though he killed his friend just moments after the explosion. For the next 5 years he was on the run going home to home, stealing any valuables after killing the families that lived in the homes. Though, soon enough he was overpowered. By the age of 22, he lost all of his freedom and had killed over 300 innocent people in his 10 year run. In jail he has killed many men, including quite a few guards.
Name: Allen Kiro. Type of character: criminal Gender: Male Age: 36 Appearance: 5'-9" Brown hair, brown eyes. Medium build. Nondescript. Vocation/Skills: Survival, combat, intelligence gathering, assasination Results of Genetic Alteration: Positive: none Negative: The modification destroys his sense of time. This causes him to mix current events with memories. Sometimes he hallucinates past events, sometimes he thinks he is remembering what is happening around him right now. Sometimes past and present merge together. This gets so bad that periods of time start dissapearing from his mind, so he forgets what happened in the past and new things don't enter his memory. Personality: For the most part he is quiet and reserved, but every once in a while his temper will flare up. He never wastes an opportunity. He does not pick fights but if he has to strike he strikes a blow that will end that persons threat to him forever. This applies to both physical combat and his interactions with people. He keeps to himself and is not a natural leader. Background: Allen was a government trained and extremely experienced espionage agent and assasin. He is personally responsible for stopping one rebellion, preventing another, and numerous destabilization operations throughout the world. He was not, however, completely stable himself. One evening he was found in the office of the Director of Intelligence, with the director's dead body at his feet. He was immediatly arrested and sentenced for execution, but this was lowered to several life sentences for murder and treason because Allen was able to call in some political favors during the trial. He was always kept in solitary confinement, for fear that he would reveal top secret information about his past jobs.
Name: Raylene Cobb Type of character: Criminal Gender: Female Age: 28 Appearance: 5'8" 135lbs, mostly muscles, long stringy blond hair, green eyes and freckles. Vocation/Skills: Since becoming incarcerated, she has educated herself through an online college program. She spends 5-6 hours in the gym everyday exercising. Results of Genetic Alteration: (Positive) She can hear other peoples thoughts. (Negative) Frequent migraines combined with severe ringing in her ears. Personality: Very withdrawn and depressed with manic tendancies. Background: Raylene grew up in a home with 9 brothers in southeast Texas. From the age of 9 to 13, her uncle raped her. At the age of 13, her father gave her to a man who was 42 and she became his wife. By the age of 19, she had 5 children and was imprisioned in her own home by her husband. She could barely read or write and knew very little of the outside world. Depressed and going crazy, she killed her husband with a butcher knife while he slept. She went on the run with her kids but was found by state troopers less than a year later. Her children are in foster care and she was sentenced to 75 years in prision. Two months ago, a guard took advantage of Raylene and tried to rape her. She assaulted him which resulted in the guard dying from his injuries. She is headed to Mik14 to serve the remainder of her sentence.
Name: Owen Harris Type of character: criminal Gender: Male Age: 28 Appearance: Short black hair, pure white at temples for unknown reason. Dark eyes, they kind of change from blue-ish to dark green or brown according to what he’s wearing, etc. 5’8”, 145 lbs. Not terribly strong or fast, but very tough and resilient. Wears dark grey prison uniform with blue and orange sneakers. Vocation/Skills: Very few. Was an accountant for a large corporation, which he embezzled from. Results of Genetic Alteration: Night vision. Causes severe debilitating migraines and nosebleeds. Personality: Very calm and cool. Keeps his temper in check. Not a bad guy to be stuck with, even though he doesn’t seem to have much of a personality. He has a very dry, sort of sarcastic sense of humor and lies about what he was incarcerated for. Background: Raised in an orphanage, which he refuses to talk about. Made straight A’s throughout high school and got a full ride scholarship to MIT. Attempted suicide on his 23rd birthday. Became addicted to his pain pills, severe depression prompted him to embezzle “because he was bored”. He made no attempt to hide what he’d done, and was arrested two days after said embezzlement. Also enjoys porn and the Sex Pistols.
((Character number two to meet the casting call.)) Name: Britney Watts Type of character: Guard Gender: Female Age: 32 Appearance: 5'6" 135lbs. Long blonde hair, green eyes. Wearing the guard uniform, which helps to hide her moderately attractive form. Vocation/Skills: She took a few self defense classes in karate, and isn't afraid to aim below the belt. Results of Genetic Alteration: Heighted sense of hearing at the cost of her sense of smell. Personality: Somewhat tomboyish. Has the ability to laugh at herself without feeling insecure about most things. Background: She grew up in a small rural town. She was always a bit of a tomboy, she tried out for the football team as a kid and made it up until high school. She hung out with mostly guys. Being friends with the popular crowd, she got into drugs and simply never stopped. She quit long enough to get through drug testing at the police academy, then continued her career path until she settled at a prison guard. It ended up being the easiest spot for her to continue her drug habit, and she often got her stash from the prisoners she was supposed to be keeping out of trouble. She is a bit crooked, more using her position to protect her from getting in trouble than using her position to keep other people out of trouble.
Somewhere in deep space at 06:11 hours, a microwave dinged. Gerald gravely retrieved his Chicken a la Francais from the machine, removed his co-pilot’s cap and sat down to eat. Just because a robotic piloting system made he and the pilot somewhat redundant didn’t mean that life should not be taken seriously. In the next moment the asteroid scored a direct hit, stopping Gerald’s watch forever and ending the lives of two other crewmembers of the prison transport ship, crushing the hull in the forward crew quarters and hurling the ship off-course. Remaining crew sealed the damaged section off and fought regain control. The transport slowed its spin and they began to hope. However, as they prepared to return to their previous heading, the transport began to move again, pulled into a rip tide anomaly of space, speeding faster than the craft’s engines could have propelled them. All attempts to free themselves from the anomaly failed. The blocky transport ship scudded through space like thistledown on a swift breeze for at least six hours. Watches were consulted and navigation inspected with deepening gloom. When the anomaly finally lost its grip on the ship the momentum flung the transport at a small blue-green planet. The pilot, ignoring the unfamiliar patterns of stars, wrestled with the controls as they broke atmosphere, the transport shaking, the stitched green quilt of the terrain coming up much too fast. The ship had been designed for station-to-station docking, not terra landings, and it seemed to drop like a stone. When the transport plowed into ground it left a furrow two miles long and broke into two pieces, the mangled front section of the ship taking the most force of the crash and breaking off during the slide. The two port shuttles were crushed, somewhat saving the main hull of the prisoner section though the doors were damaged and fused shut. The back prisoner section of the craft came to rest at the edge of a plateau, tilted steeply to the port side pinning the mangled doors shut, wisps of fire beginning to appear from an engine and one of the crushed shuttles on that side. The starboard side (where the male convicts’ holding cell is) is highest in the wreck; the door locks popped open by the crash. Reva woke to a right arm in stretched agony, a tilting sensation and a hollow moaning shriek like two metal hippos rubbing against each other. There was the faint acrid burning smell and, sounding distant somehow, women’s constant screaming. Her whole weight hung from the manacled wrist, the floor, now moonlighting as a wall, was hard against her right side. Her forehead and cheek throbbed with dull pain where it lay on her stretched right shoulder her head tilted back. A milky-coated metal structure registered on her retinas and it took a moment for her to recognize the underside of the cot, the mesh wall behind it, the chain, the shackle on her wrist attached to the chain. The floor was inclined sharply, now partly functioning as a wall and she was lying against it. The screaming went on. Reva reached with her left arm, taking three tries to grab the strut under the cot and took some pressure off of her right arm, easing it and grasping the chain with the shackled right hand. She looked down the sloping floor beyond her boot toes, and saw a few other women attached to the same back wall she was and also struggling to somehow right themselves. Beyond them at the far end, now the bottom, of her cell the hull of the ship was crumpled mass of metal tangled with the bodies, still firmly shackled at their places. Reva controlled a wave of nausea and looked away. She twisted, attempting to brace the toe of her boot against the sloping floor for purchase. The chain that attached her feet together tightened, pulling the weight of her other leg with it so that the toe slid back down. She scrabbled helplessly for a moment before stopping, letting her weight hang from her arms and against the sloping floor. Eventually she threaded her left arm through the strut to stabilize her position. Her body still half-hung half-lay along the steep incline of the floor. It wasn’t comfortable but it was better than hanging by one arm. Reva looked down past her left side now, through the whitish silvery mesh that divided the dangerous female prisoners from those considered less of a threat. The women in that cell were packed together down the slope at the far end of the women’s quarters, standing on the outer hull of the ship and, through no fault of their own, on the bodies of those less fortunate. Just breathe, Reva told herself, fighting another surge of nausea. The shrieking metal sound came again and a shudder shook the floor as it became slightly less inclined. She looked upward where the observation panels were; she had been closest to them and was now in the highest corner of the room. She half-expected to see the guard’s face peering in from the gallery that ran between the men and women’s quarters but there were no faces at the smallish rectangular bulletproof panels. Reva closed here eyes, half-lying, half-hanging from the cot, trapped, wishing that the women who were screaming would stop. A word started to emerge from the screams that filled her with dread. “Fire!” GM notes: The ship is crashed at the edge of a ravine (sides slope steeply but it can be cautiously walked), a rushing tributary at the bottom. Front section of the ship (crew quarters, bridge) is somewhere back along the furrowed landing strip, mostly crushed. There are two remaining shuttles on the starboard side of the ship that should still be functional. The only characters that can move about freely at the present time are Chad, Britney, Cull, Derek, Benjamin, and Owen (along with any other ‘non-dangerous’ male convicts) because the men’s quarters holding cell doors are no longer locked. You just have to be able to get up to them (now that they are basically overhead) and get enough leverage to open them. All female prisoners are trapped due to damaged doors that are now mostly under the ship. Our two guards can be anywhere that they would have survived. There is a small control area to the rear of the ship behind the prisoner’s section (the observation gallery leads here) where the chains of the dangerous prisoners are anchored, etc. The rest of us, classified as dangerous, are in the rearmost (and highest due to the pitch of the wreck) sections of our holding cells, in a special area behind polymer and steel mesh basically suspended by our right wrists. It is possible that with the front section of the ship torn off there may have been damage to the front wall of the holding cells. This may be helpful for getting the trapped women out. Any questions? Please use the discussion thread. Ready? Are you really ready? …Go!
Name:Benjamin Freeman Type of character:Wrongly accused Gender:Male Age:29 Appearance:A little taller than 6', blond hair, in good shape, plenty of muscle. His usually well tended person has been let go a bit seeing as conditions on the ship are less than agreeable. As far as clothing goes, he wears his fine suit, tie and wing tips, as well as a golden watch on the left arm. The suit is black pinstripes, the pants matching, the wingtips are a well shined brown. Vocation/Skills:Was a lawyer and political writer, but was also an avid outdoors men, hunting and fishing, not a stranger around either, not an expert though, as it was just a hobby, still pretty white collar. Results of Genetic Alteration:Enhanced senses, sight, hearing, smell and the hunter's sense (I know from personal experience, the feeling of the environment, you can sometimes tell when a bird is about to flush or a deer is about to stop grazing and move on.) Personality:A nice enough guy, polite, has good manners, is patient, but under pressure he can get a bit flaky. Background:On earth he grew up in an upper middle class family living a normal life, but he was always the intelligent one. He got things that required advanced thought, different thinking, not math, but social science. He also dabbled in writing. He went to law school, and needless to say he slowly became disgusted with the world around him, using his knowledge in law he wrote many muckraking novels that raised eyebrows in high places, landing him a place on the prisoner transport.
As the transport ship rocked and shook, Harold Krollita's life flashed before his eyes. His lips absently prayed to any and every saint he could think of. FLASH. He was six years old and his mom was sending him off to school. FLASH. Later that same day, a big kid took his cupcake. FLASH. Harold standing over the big kid laughing while the bully’s nose bled. FLASH. His first time meeting the Godfather. His palms sweating and his heart racing. FLASH. His first job for the family. A bar owner who wouldn’t pay up. FLASH. The feds arresting the Godfather. FLASH. His name in the papers. FLASH. The pressure from the family to plead guilty. To do the time for things he didn’t know about. FLASH. The life sentence being handed down. FLASH. The Godfather laughing as he left the courtroom. FLASH. Being dropped onto the transport just hours after his Silvia filed for divorce. FLASH. Here. Now. Hanging from his wrist, like a side of beef.
The massive craft shuddered as it scraped across the terrain, literally throwing the strange man out of his bed. He wore a suit, but his face was dirty, out of character, his hair long and unkempt, completely alien over the fine clothing. This alien face struck the wall of his cell with a harsh thump before the rest of his body caught up, hugging the steel sheet with open arms. A moment later the ship shifted, so as to make it feel as though he wasn't hugging the wall, but lying face down on the floor. Drool began to flow out of the man's mouth as he tried to think. But before he could even get farther than "What the hell just happened?" a noise struck him. The door, two identical sheets of metal to his left, suddenly made the noise of a seatbelt sign on a plane, that cheer full little 'bing bong' as the light over them changed from an angry red to a happy green. Coughing up a little red of his own, he rose from the "floor" and stumbled over to the green light, the only light in the dark cell. Gripping the bottom sheet of metal tightly between his hands, he pushed with all his might as the thing slowly slid to ground level, squealing in an ear shattering tone with each inch. Getting down on his hands and knees, Benjamin Freeman peaked out into the hall way, dark and on its side, with now a 30 foot drop below him. Letting out a deep sigh, he uttered three simple words, "Jesus . . . H . . . Christ."
The sun was shining on Juan Mercerdo's face. He stood in a wonderful field filled with wild flowers and beautiful women who adored him. There were men there also. They stood silently with their heads bowed not daring to look upon Juan's magnificence nor his women. Each man burned for the ladies playing amongst the flowers. Juan could sense the pure lust emminating from them, but non would dare act on their feelings. They all knew these women where no longer their wives or girlfriends, but the betroathed of their new god. Juan walked over to a blonde in her early thirties and kissed her. Holding her tightly, he walked over to the woman's husband and kissed her again. He regarded the man and asked, "Who is your god?" The man knelt and said, "You. Now and always." Juan smiled and tossed the woman away as he saw her younger sister. "HEY! Nutcase!" Juan stirred and the world was black again. His wrist burned and his arm was being pulled tightly. "W ... what's ... what's happening?" "The ship crashed. Can you get out?" Juan's trembling fingers reached up his right arm. There was no give in the chord. "No .. no I can't" "Then you're as useless as ever. Better hope we have enough food. Heh Heh Heh."
“We’re crashing. Shouldn’t you be screaming for you life?” Yuri said, his voice was calm as usual. Pasha gave a grin as he tightened his eyes even more. “Panic only makes you look weak. I’m not weak Yuri.” Yuri gave a gentle laugh. “You’re weak whether you show it or not.” The anger momentarily built up inside Pasha as he felt the ship finally stop it’s movement. He slowly opened his eyes as he noticed the pain at his wrists. His body was bruised and ached badly. Pain was something he was used to, pain made him feel alive. He gave a smile as he looked at his surroundings. He was chained to back wall. He could see the mesh divider not too far from him, and the moans and screams filled the air. He breathed it in. This was his kind of music. Pain was his lover, and death was his concubine. “Looks like you’re screwed Pasha.” He growled angrily under his breath as he struggled with the chains. He knew it was useless, and he knew even with the right tools it would take hours to get out of his situation. He needed outside help, or it was his own death he’d be relishing in.
Smith woke up face against the cold floor of the ship, his warm wet forehead the first signs of a wound. He didn’t feel the pain yet but he knew that would come soon. He opened his eyes and saw his glasses laying just a foot away from him. He scooped them up and slowly raised himself to a seated position. “Well at least they aren’t broken.” He said with a somewhat forced cheerful voice as he put them on. Smith stood and leaned tiredly against the floor, at which point he finally realized that he was standing on the wall. “Kind of feels like a fun house.” He said before he heard the screams. He had thought he was going to have plenty of time to check on the prisoners before the crash and stood in the viewing corridor. He looked up the corridor, which he had been thrown back up during the crash and realized that if he had been further up that hall way he probably would have broken his neck in the slide. “Well things could be worse, the prisoners seem to be locked up nice and tight.” He said and rubbed his head. His temple throbbed now and his vision blurred. He tried to remain standing but his legs refused to balance and he slumped against the wall sliding down to a seated position. Then he heard a noise and looked up. He squinted in the dim light at the male prisoners door as it slowly opened. His hand went instinctively to his glock, but stopped himself and grabbed further back on his belt to the stungun instead. He pulled it out weakly his grip on reality fading as the pressure in his skull increased. He raised the gun on the figure and was about to speak when the pain over powered him and he felt the cool metal once again against his face, and the gun slip from his fingers. Well, he thought, at least I’m still alive, and blacked out.
Raylene couldn't stand being cooped up on this God-forsaken ship. Excercise had been her only means of sanity and the confinement of solitary for the last 2 months and definately taken it's toll. At least there, she could still work out. Push-ups on the floor, pull-ups on the bunk, but here, it's impossible with your right arm shackled to the wall. Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. The shackle becoming a twisted mess, shortening it's length, but Raylene didn't care. She had no intentions of ever working in the mine. Her first chance, it would be suicide by guard. Mid-pace, a sudden impact slams her to the end of her shackle and onto the floor. Dazed, she rights herself. The ache in her arm is tremendous. Another jolt and a she slides across the slick tiles. The collision into the ground sends her flying into the air right to the end of her entagled shackle and back down, smashing her head onto the tile floor. Blackness begins to envelope Raylenes senses and the smell of acrid smoke rises through the cell. Her right shoulder is dislocated and her arm hangs at an angle not normal to a human body. The pain surges through her and she passes out, laying across the slanted floor.
Harold's wrist began to burn. "Hey! Hey! Where the are the screws? Hello?" "Maybe they're dead," said the scruffy looking man next to him. Harold punched him in the face, breaking his jaw and knocking him out. "Well what do we have here," said the former mob enforcer. His left arm strained across his belly. Fingers stretched to wrap around the small package poking out from the other convict's belt. "Gotcha," he said as he pulled out the med vial. "Well you don't look like you're going to need it," said Harold as he drank the clear liquid and let his world explode into a million colors.
Juan bit his lip as he felt the tears begin to build. Don't do it Juan, he thought. Not now, not here. "So where did we land?" "How the hell should I know?" "Does anything look familiar? Is it America?" Mercerdo tried to keep the hope out of his voice. He failed. "You really are a dumb sh** ain't ya? We didn't crash on Earth." The words slowly sank in. Not on Earth. "Did we make the mining colony?" The man laughed. "Hey Gonzo, nutcase wants to know if we made the mining colony?" Juan was surrounded by laughs. A few began smacking his head or spitting on him. "You idiot, I don't know where we are, but it ain't anywhere people have been before." Then the tears began to fall.
The room was at an angle, and what used to be the floor was now more like a wall. Fox was hanging by her bindings. Her head was throbbing in pain and her wrists felt like they were on fire. She grabbed the chain and pulled herself up to her bed. As she got upto the bed, blood began to drip down her face. "Damn, I must have busted myself open during the crash" thinks Fox. When she finds a comfortable spot on her bed, she screams out "Can't you f***ing goverment lackeys even fly a damn ship, without crashing." She lay there on her bed, grabbing the edges to keep herself secure. "So what the f*** am I supposed to do know." she says to herself. She thinks back to the day she was captured. Her and her comrades were running through a tunnel with goverment forces right on their tail. She stopped running. One of her friends turns and says "Come on, we have to get out of here.' Fox looks at him and says "Ben, we can't outrun them. You guys keep going, I'll hold them off here for as long as I can." Ben says "But..." She cuts him off, "But nothing. As far as they are concerned you guys are a bunch of no name terrorist. I'm the second in command of the Warriors of Ares, and I'm the one with the million dollar bounty on my head. Now go!" "What should I tell Lonan." says Ben. Fox says "Tell him thank you for everything and that if he's smart, he won't try to rescue me." Ben says "Ok" and runs away. She grabs her autamatic handguns from her side. When the goverment forces arrived, they circled around her. Their leader approaches her and says "Looks like we finally got you, Fox." "Perhaps, but not without a fight." she says as she shoots their leader in the chest. She gets off three more shots, killing one of the soldiers with each shot, before they began shooting her with stun guns. She dropped to the ground. As she lay there on her bed, she could here people shout "Fire!" She thinks to herself "I will find a way out of this and back to Lonan."
