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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 4:27 am
Pirates died out somewhere around the 1700’s but when a ship called, The Rocket Galleon was invented; pirates could join the other humans in space. The first of these pirate guilds was known as, The Space Dragons. They would raid ships from transport to cargo and everything in between. But, more on the Rocket Galleon.
The Rocket Galleon was a ship very similar to normal Galleons with two exceptions. One, the sails captured light rays that were used to power the engines and other electrical gears on the ship. Two, there were engines! On the stern two engines were there. They would turn off when they neared a planet so that the ship could land in the water and not electrocute everyone adjacent to the water. Then the sails would work as a normal ship would (Yes, I got the idea from “Treasure Planet”).
The Alliance of Youahii (where most Hispanic humans left for) and Jinnot (where most English humans left for) is strong now as they notice that their ships are being raided. They have sent a fleet of ships to shoot these pirates down. It took many months but finally it happened. The leader and man who came up with the idea’s name was Sir Flynn. He also fired the first shot and shot down most of the Sea Dragons. The whole guild was gathering to have a meeting when it happened. Every ship was shot down… Except for one…
“The Marauder” was full of new and young pirates. They were slacking off at a Jenny’s Space Dinner and decided to skip this meeting even though it was of the up-most importance. They expected someone to call them, and yell at them for not being there, but when that didn’t come, the crew quickly left to go to see what happened.
Hopefully the pirate ships didn’t have their gravity switch on, then they would be falling forever, until they run into something… or someone. A Youahii flag was held on a space rock. They must’ve been responsible. Now with days of grief, their caption (me) vows to avenge their death and kill Sir Flynn.
Where to start:
The Marauder is grieving their losses and gathering supplies so they can at least raise money to afford great items before attacking Sir Flynn.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 4:31 am
Rules
1) Follow ToS, Guild rules and rules of rp.
2) Each crew/ship is assigned a color to put as their font color. It makes it easier to know who is who.
3) PM me before creating a crew so I can assign a color.
4) The color for crews will be found at the character post along with all of the crews.
5) You can have pets.
6) This is a sci-fi rp (not futuristic fantasy)
7) You can be from Youahii, Jinnot, a pirate crew, or something different
cool I’m cool!
9) PM me your character and post it
10) You can add things to the skeleton if you need to
11) You can’t always win, nor can you always lose
12) You can make your own alien races (no fantasy races please)
13) You can have as many characters as you please.
14) People not on a crew use black font color.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 4:32 am
Character Skeleton: User Name: Name: Age: Sex: Race: Home planet (can be an already made one or a made up one. If made up try to tell about it in bio please): Weapons: Class: Pet: Status/rank in crew: Personality (optional): Appearance (pic): Changes from pic (if any): Bio/History: The Space Dragons The MarauderUser Name: mark of dragons Name: Maxx Kinn Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Dark Angel Home planet (can be an already made one or a made up one. If made up try to tell about it in bio please): Rosipia Weapons: Blaster Pistol http://www.uncleodiescollectibles.com/img_lib/01 LIS Movie Blaster Pistol 01 3-26-6.jpgLaser Sword http://www.paintingclinic.com/images/operationpics/eldarproject/bansheesword.jpgDirk http://www.oregonknifeclub.org/dirk02.jpgClass: Normal Pirate Pet: A black wolf saved from Earth before it was burnt to a crisp by the sun becoming a Red Giant. Status/rank in crew: Caption of The Marauder Personality (optional): Brave, caring, witty, annoying, great leader (this isn’t counting his decisions), makes horrible decisions. Anyone he doesn’t really care for or just plain old doesn’t like, he is very mean to. Also there really is only one girl for him… The Marauder, but a human would be nice. Appearance (pic):  Changes from pic (if any): N/A Bio/History: Maxx was only 15 when he became a pirate. Many people don’t understand why Kirk (the old leader of the guild) made him a caption. He was thought to be weak but that was just because of his attitude. But his best friend was on one of the ships and he will do anything to avenge his death. He has been known as a little bit attracted to the female members of all of the crews. But then again he is a teenager. His home planet, Rosipia is home to the races of angels. Dark and light actully. The dark angels have the ability to move without making noice and being able to travel withing the shadow, almost one of them. Light angels are healers. They can use healing magic and have been know to be well pretty ugly. But with the exeption of a few known as Goddesses. The are the most beautiful creatures in the galixy. The strange thing is, only the one destined to love them actully is attracted to them. Boys are dark, girls are light. User Name: TheSnazzmeister Name: Les Anders Age: 167 Sex: Depends on mood Race: Amoeba Home planet: Protozoa Weapons: Whatever he decides to use. Class: Jack of all Trades Pet: A rock that he affectionately refers to as Sergeant Detritus. Status/rank in crew: For hire. Personality: Because, like Spanish and most other languages, English is a primarily masculine language, we shall use the masculine pronoun of "he" even though any singular pronoun would be accurate. Obedient, enthusiastic and courageous, Les has a good outlook on life. He sees his existence as a series of opportunities and does his best at whatever he's doing whenever he's doing it. He trusts his instincts with everything and they very rarely let him down. The large amount of trust that he puts into his gut feeling has developed his reflexes to something you could shave with. Appearance (pic): Alright, since you asked specifically for a pic... This is the first pic I've ever given. Feel special. Changes from pic (if any): Can alter his appearance however he wants whenever he wants with only thinking about it (the above picture is one of his favourite characters), and tends to be smiling instead of the blank sad expression. However, this change could take anywhere from a few seconds to a few hours, depending on the extent of the changes, and, when he can't spare many mental processes to keep up his form, he tends to get soft around the edges. When he doesn't care about his appearance, he can stretch and mold himself in any way one might want, becoming sticky or slick on command. Naturally, without any guise up, he is robin's egg blue. His size depends on how recently he has eaten and how much of himself he has recently shot off. Bio/History: Starting his life on Protozoa when his parent Amoeba underwent Mitosis, Les has always been on the adventurous side, which is contrary to most of the ideals of Protozoa. Protozoa is a watery plant filled with unambitious gigantic single-celled organisms who exist only to feed and divide. However, in Les there is a genetic mutation, giving him some anticipation, some emotion, and some regard for the now and the soon. He left as soon as a curious ship passed close enough above for him to latch on. Soon learning the tricks to being a stowaway, aided greatly by his ability to be a formless blob whenever the mood or need struck, he also watched and studied as the various crewmates sparred. Taking on one of their shapes, he sparred with them secretly one by one, increasing his skill as a fighter and a marksman. He did likewise with the different trades on the ship, from cooking to mechanics and auto shop. He is now at least passable in any given vocation a ship could have, having changed ships a number of times to become more skilled at one thing or another or to pick up a new skill altogether. Now, he is at an interplanetary rest stop, looking for work and adventure. He doesn't care who employs him so long as the pay is good and he gets to be active. User Name: TheSnazzmeister Name: Reefer Age: 67 Sex: Male Race: Komodo Home planet: Draken Weapons: Claws, teeth, tail, and a little baton that is combination laser gun and laser whip that can actually hold onto stuff if he presses the right button. Class: Cabbie Status/rank in crew: TBD Personality: Cold-blooded but compassionate, Reefer is of the type of people that sees the world as a joke that only he is in on. A rather simple lizard, he lives for the moment and, like Les, enjoys just rolling with the punches. Appearance: A Komodo dragon that walks, talks, and wears clothes. Use your imagination. Bio/History: Originally born on Draken, Reefer didn't think the place was fun enough to stay, so he bummed a ride off of a tourist and has been wandering the galaxy doing odd jobs since then. He's never stayed on a singly planet, not even Draken, for more than five years, and is used to doing small jobs to get by, just long enough to save up enough money to buy a ticket off of the planet. One time he accidentally landed in the middle of a circus. The ringleader, who was a part-time smuggler, died of fright in front of him, and dropped his whip. Reefer thought it looked cool, and so picked it up when no one was looking. Other Pirate Crews Youahii Jinnot EarthThe The LegacyUser Name: brocoli_apocolypse Name: Sir Flynn Age: 42 Sex: Male Race: Human Home Planet: Earth Weapons: Phaser and Blaster Rifle Class: Cargo Merchant Pet: None Status/rank in crew: Captain of "The Legendary" Personality (optional): Sir Flynn, ever since the battle against the Sea Dragons, has become a man of few words. His temper is quite short and no longer takes "no" for an answer. He has been described as a "grouch". However, Sir Flynn is an honorable man, despite his personality disorder... Appearance (pic): Changes from pic (if any): N/A Bio/History: Sir Flynn has been the captain of "The Legendary" for many years. However, before the appearance of the Sea Dragons, the "Legendary" was but a cargo ship, transporting special materials to and from the Jinnot alliance with other planets that supported them. Sir Flynn, however, was very much against violence and took part in many speeches, speaking out against such acts of terror. However, something happened that changed the Captain's point of view. Shortly after the Sea Dragons had been formed, his father, who was the Captain of the ship "Enterprise" was killed in a raid by many Sea Dragon vessels. Wanting revenge for his father's death, Sir Flynn abandoned his post as a cargo carrier and dedicated the use of his vessel to the destruction of the Sea Dragons. In fact, Sir Flynn took part in the peace treaty that was signed between the Youahii and the Jinnot and later led the attack force that would hunt down the remaining Sea Dragons. In his state of anger, Sir Flynn was able to destroy most of the pirate ships. After the battle, Sir Flynn was awarded many medals for his bravery and valor. However, instead of being promoted to Admiral (due to his love of being captain) Sir Flynn made "The Legacy" a cargo vessel once more... User Name: halibut Name: Jedda (Jed) Caperelli Age: 24 Sex: female Race: Human Home planet: Jinnot Weapons: two semi-automatic pistols and occasionally a submachine gun Class: Navagator Status/rank in crew: Master (AKA=Navigator) of The Legacy Personality: Hot tempered, but quick to cool off. She has a sharp tongue that often gets her in trouble. Blunt. A bit of a tomboy. Loves comic books, especially from Earth. A bit wild and unpredictable sometimes. Might desert to be a pirate, except for her devotion to Sir Flynn and the Legacy. Appearance:  Bio/History: Born on Jinnot, Jed’s mother died when she was three. She lived with her father and three older brothers, who treated her as if she were a fellow male. She learned from them how to steer a ship, as well as shoot and aim. At seventeen, she left her home in search of work in the galaxy. The Hive Crewless Name: Er Lea Age: 22 Sex: Female Race: Bee Home planet: The Hive Weapons: His stinger and a staff. Class: Navigator Pet: None Status/rank in crew: Crewless Personality (optional): Calm, shy, but can be very active when necessary. She has a little bit of a deep voice, easily being seen as a male, and she can go crazy if you call her one. Appearance:  Changes from pic (if any): None Bio/History: One of the very many daughters of The Hive's Queen. The planet is quite odd, looking like a normal planet, but twice the size of Earth. In tress ad caves can you find many, many hives. Animals and trees are twice the size than on Earth, but never did they look the same. She had decided to leave the planet after a ship had come to try a trade. She easily in in a barrel, being a few inches shorter than a normal human, and was taken to another planet. She had no idea where she was, but with the antennae, she knew it was something like her home planet, though many didn't like her or her appearance. After a couple years being on the planet, she knew where everything was and made special maps for anyone with the right amount of gold.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 4:34 am
Updates 5-14-07: A Rule has been added! People not on a crew use black font color. 5-12-07: The Role Play has opened!
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 3:20 pm
User Name: brocoli_apocolypse Name: Sir Flynn Age: 42 Sex: Male Race: Human Home Planet: Earth Weapons: Phaser and Blaster Rifle Class: Cargo Merchant Pet: None Status/rank in crew: Captain of "The Legendary" Personality (optional): Sir Flynn, ever since the battle against the Sea Dragons, has become a man of few words. His temper is quite short and no longer takes "no" for an answer. He has been described as a "grouch". However, Sir Flynn is an honorable man, despite his personality disorder... Appearance (pic): Changes from pic (if any): N/A Bio/History: Sir Flynn has been the captain of "The Legendary" for many years. However, before the appearance of the Sea Dragons, the "Legendary" was but a cargo ship, transporting special materials to and from the Jinnot alliance with other planets that supported them. Sir Flynn, however, was very much against violence and took part in many speeches, speaking out against such acts of terror. However, something happened that changed the Captain's point of view. Shortly after the Sea Dragons had been formed, his father, who was the Captain of the ship "Enterprise" was killed in a raid by many Sea Dragon vessels. Wanting revenge for his father's death, Sir Flynn abandoned his post as a cargo carrier and dedicated the use of his vessel to the destruction of the Sea Dragons. In fact, Sir Flynn took part in the peace treaty that was signed between the Youahii and the Jinnot and later led the attack force that would hunt down the remaining Sea Dragons. In his state of anger, Sir Flynn was able to destroy most of the pirate ships. After the battle, Sir Flynn was awarded many medals for his bravery and valor. However, instead of being promoted to Admiral (due to his love of being captain) Sir Flynn made "The Legacy" a cargo vessel once more... Color: Red
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 6:22 pm
User Name: CaressOfVenus Name: Er Lea Age: 22 Sex: Female Race: Bee Home planet: The Hive Weapons: His stinger and a staff. Class: Navigator Pet: None Status/rank in crew: Crewless Personality (optional): Calm, shy, but can be very active when necessary. She has a little bit of a deep voice, easily being seen as a male, and she can go crazy if you call her one. Appearance: Changes from pic (if any): None Bio/History: One of the very many daughters of The Hive's Queen. The planet is quite odd, looking like a normal planet, but twice the size of Earth. In tress ad caves can you find many, many hives. Animals and trees are twice the size than on Earth, but never did they look the same. She had decided to leave the planet after a ship had come to try a trade. She easily in in a barrel, being a few inches shorter than a normal human, and was taken to another planet. She had no idea where she was, but with the antennae, she knew it was something like her home planet, though many didn't like her or her appearance. After a couple years being on the planet, she knew where everything was and made special maps for anyone with the right amount of gold.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 11:11 pm
User Name: TheSnazzmeister Name: Les Anders Age: 167 Sex: Depends on mood Race: Amoeba Home planet: Protozoa Weapons: Whatever he decides to use. Class: Jack of all Trades Pet: A rock that he affectionately refers to as Sergeant Detritus. Status/rank in crew: For hire. Personality: Because, like Spanish and most other languages, English is a primarily masculine language, we shall use the masculine pronoun of "he" even though any singular pronoun would be accurate. Obedient, enthusiastic and courageous, Les has a good outlook on life. He sees his existence as a series of opportunities and does his best at whatever he's doing whenever he's doing it. He trusts his instincts with everything and they very rarely let him down. The large amount of trust that he puts into his gut feeling has developed his reflexes to something you could shave with. Appearance (pic): Alright, since you asked specifically for a pic... This is the first pic I've ever given. Feel special. Changes from pic (if any): Can alter his appearance however he wants whenever he wants with only thinking about it (the above picture is one of his favourite characters), and tends to be smiling instead of the blank sad expression. However, this change could take anywhere from a few seconds to a few hours, depending on the extent of the changes, and, when he can't spare many mental processes to keep up his form, he tends to get soft around the edges. When he doesn't care about his appearance, he can stretch and mold himself in any way one might want, becoming sticky or slick on command. Naturally, without any guise up, he is robin's egg blue. His size depends on how recently he has eaten and how much of himself he has recently shot off. Bio/History: Starting his life on Protozoa when his parent Amoeba underwent Mitosis, Les has always been on the adventurous side, which is contrary to most of the ideals of Protozoa. Protozoa is a watery plant filled with unambitious gigantic single-celled organisms who exist only to feed and divide. However, in Les there is a genetic mutation, giving him some anticipation, some emotion, and some regard for the now and the soon. He left as soon as a curious ship passed close enough above for him to latch on. Soon learning the tricks to being a stowaway, aided greatly by his ability to be a formless blob whenever the mood or need struck, he also watched and studied as the various crewmates sparred. Taking on one of their shapes, he sparred with them secretly one by one, increasing his skill as a fighter and a marksman. He did likewise with the different trades on the ship, from cooking to mechanics and auto shop. He is now at least passable in any given vocation a ship could have, having changed ships a number of times to become more skilled at one thing or another or to pick up a new skill altogether. Now, he is at an interplanetary rest stop, looking for work and adventure. He doesn't care who employs him so long as the pay is good and he gets to be active.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 3:53 am
(((And yes I do feel speceal!!!)
Please, I added a rule. If you are not part of a crew, your font color in defaut, black.
OK, new people can join anytime, but for now BEGIN!
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 5:34 pm
A buzz quickly sounded through the air as a set of wings carrying someone went by. Er looked about the planet, antennae twitching at the scents of each town. She had been on this planet for a couple years now, but no one dared to let her join a crew. She gave out a small sigh as she lowered to the water. Without her goggles, the salt water would easily get in her eyes, but with the way they were made, they helped her see better.
She easily turned, heading back to where her small business was. Many may have not wanted her to join their crew, but they still came to buy her maps. She landed infront o fthe door, pushing her goggles up as she stepped into the building. She walked to her table and just sat in her special seat as she watched the door.
Er's antennae twitched slightly, telling her that someone had come in while she was gone, but the scent told her that they stayed in the front like a good customer would have done. She looked down to the mapp infront of her, putting her pen to the paper, quickly finishing the outline of the map. She gave out a gentle growl, picking up some paintbrushes, easily getting to work. In each hand there was a different brush, getting the map just right.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:09 pm
Sir Flynn stared out of his quarter's windows, watching as the stars shot past him as his ship, "The Legacy", soared through the final frontier known as space. The captain's ship was on route to a planet known as Miner 5, a planet which was the only Class M planet ((yes, it is a Star Trek term, deal with it)) in its solar system. The sun in this particular solar system had unfortunately began to radiate much more heat than usual, causing the planet's population to suffer greatly. At the moment, the situation was not dire, for the people's lives were not at stake. However, even if they were, the Miners (for that was what the citizens of the planet were called) would not leave, for it was against their custom to do so. Of course, many things were tried to stop the sun's heat from growing. However, because of its unstable nature, any change to the star's physical image would cause it to go super nova.
The only possible option that would save the Miners, for now, was a mineral known as Randamite. If the substance was scattered across the planet's surface, then the heat would somehow be redirected because of the chemical reaction it made with the rays of the sun when they made contact. However, this, as one would imagine, would destroy the mineral after some time. That was why Sir Flynn's ship was heading toward the planet: they were transporting the mineral Randamite for the the second time in ten years. They would have transported much more, so that they did not have to make continual missions, but Randamite was hard to find and was actually quite scarce in the known universe.
Sighing, Sir Flynn turned away from his window, bringing his eyes back to the fire which burned in his fire place. He needed peace and staring into flames was usually an act which excited such feelings such as tranquility. However, as of late, not of that rested his restless soul. For, no matter where he looked, whether he was awake or asleep, he would always see the space pirates; he could see their mocking faces as his father's ship exploded. He could see the joy in their eyes... their disturbed souls radiating with hatred...
Cursing, the captain quickly stood to his feet, plagued by these images. Originally, he had thought that revenge would have cured him of such pain. However, he soon learned that that was not the case, for he still suffered greatly. If only he could still kill more... it was as if his soul yearned for pirates so he could hunt them down... and throw his hatred upon them, tearing them apart piece by piece. But that was impossible, for he had destroyed the last ship. He had seen them die...
It was then that the captain's con speaker went off. A young voice soon broke the silence. "Captain, we are nearing Miner 5."
Shaking his head, the captain soon responded, his face sweating due to the thoughts that circled through his mind. "Yes, of course. I will report to the bridge immediately." And with that, Sir Flynn turned away from the fire, from his quarters and quickly made his way to the said bridge.
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 7:57 pm
(( For the sake of accuracy, the pronoun it is henceforth to be used in reference to Les. ))
Les leaned down onto the bar countertop. It was bored. It'd been at this rest station for about a week, and no one who came in gave it so much as a second glance. It'd tried talking to people, but apparently it was just that time of the month when everyone ignored everyone else.
Les sighed.
It looked around the room, trying to pick up on someone interesting for a good time. Not that it was romantically inclined, far from it. Les was asexual and reproduced only by mitosis. It was looking for something to do, someone to run off with and with whom to do dangerous things. Anything. Just to get a break from this wet bar monotony.
Les sighed.
It motioned to the barkeep for another virgin drink, and slipped him the exact change. It'd given enough to this bar over the past few days that it didn't feel like giving a tip. Holding its finger-shaped pseudopod over his drink, it extended a little bubble of "skin" from its finger, and let it drop into the drink, testing to make sure that it was really free of alcohol without posing any risk to itself. (The only reason it'd found out that alcohol and amoebas don't exactly get along well was because it'd ordered an alcoholic drink one time and had accidentally gotten a drop on itself. Oh, but that burnt. Left a mark that it took it a good hour to heal over, too. Since then, he always checked, and this way it was completely painless.) Just as it'd hoped, not even the slightest sign of burning. It raised the glass to its "mouth", opened wide, and poured the drink into the cavity, reabsorbing the bubble back into himself and creating a new vacuole in which to store the drink for digestion. Sure, he could taste it, but he valued the nutrition more. That's why he always ordered fruity drinks, instead of maltose-laden lager.
Les sighed, and stepped outside for some air.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 8:14 pm
Er sighed, looking over the six maps she had made for customers. She let three of her arms rest on her lap as she leaned on the last one. She gave out a small groan as she stared at the door, "I thought they gave me a challenge..." She gave out another sigh as she stood up, fluttering her wings a moment. She pulled out a set of keys from her jacket pocket as she headed for the door.
Once outside, she closed the door, easily locking it, "I guess they really aren't leaving till tomorrow..." Her lower left arm moved to her short hair, scratching her skull slightly. Her lower right arm put the keys back into their pocket. Her two higher arms were simply folded behind her head.
She stepped lightly, heading towards a bar she had known about, but never went to, I wonder if they have Honey Wine... Maybe it's only known on my planet... Or maybe they just won't serve me all together... She simply stared off into space, not really paying attention as to where she was headed.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 4:46 am
Maxx walked toward a bar. He was tall for his age of 16 but he definitely had the adolescent attitude. Walking into to the bar he noticed a man sitting at the bar. Just, there was something about this man that was different from the other humans or aliens on this planet. Maxx could often the aurora of someone longing for something. He approached him cautiously. He poked the man to get his attention. "Um, hello there. May I speak to you outside?"
((Yes, it is Les))
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 6:06 am
The captain soon reached the bridge of his ship and stared out at the planet Miner 5 quickly nearing them as the ship continued to blast through the stars. "What's the report?" Asked Sir Flynn, not even bothering to look at any of the officers who all shared the deck with him. As he stood waiting, the captain brought his hands behind his back, soon standing on his toes as he anticipated the report.
"The planet seems to be in mediocre condition," replied one of his officers, soon standing beside him. "The sun of Miner has unfortunately taken a horrible turn for the worse..."
In a bored tone, the captain interrupted the younger officer, his eyes still staring at the incoming planet. "What do you mean by that, cadet?" With his lids covering half of his eyes, Flynn looked as though he was high on some inter-galactic drug. However, that was never the case for Flynn. He just naturally looked "high" or drugged up in some way. And with these eyes, the captain soon turned to look at the cadet, aggravated by his lack of experience.
No doubt shaken up by the captain's attitude, the cadet tried his best to fix the mistake he had undoubtedly committed. "Sorry, sir. The sun is reaching an unstable state that might reach supernova in less than a year. This has caused the rays to be that much more deadly. In the past hour, one hundred deaths have been reported."
"Hmm. That is very grim indeed..." For a moment, Sir Flynn just stood in silence, figuring out what the next step would be. However, an idea must have popped in his mind, for he suddenly turned to the helmsman who stood behind a giant wheel, that resembled the wheels seen on ships from days of old. "Helmsman, do not take us out of warp until we reach the planet's atmosphere. Once we do, drop to quarter impulse..." With a nod, the man behind the wheel, pressed a few buttons on a small control panel at his side, then resumed piloting the massive vessel.
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 5:50 pm
((Bored!!))
Er stopped and looked about the town, seeing people and crew members stare at her. Her wings flicked, getting women with children to run back into their homes. She blinked and looked around, staring at the men and older women. She blinked once more before steping back, beginning to head back where she came from.
She soon stopped, feeling her wings brush against something. She turned, seeing a big man behind her. She jumped back, staring up to the guy. She twitched her wings, antennae quickly moving about. She moved her lower right hand, pulling down her goggles. She bent her knees, lowering herself before shooting up into the sky.
She looked about, easily flying around, So much for that bar... She gave a small sigh, landing upon the ceiling of her building. She pushed up her goggles once more as she stared up to the sky, I hate this town so much... If only a ship would allow me on board... She gave out a small whimper, sitting on the roof, just staring at the sky.
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