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R'ae clicked when she heard that. She messaged back to Heather after a moment of consideration to tell her when there was time for the maintenance. She then went to the library in Yvak to read a bit more on expeditions and the legend of n'tŭa'kta'ik'sau. Maybe the strangest part of the library is the fact that it exists. It appears rather strange that the Industrija put efforts into building a library, but then, the different clans organized their planetary base much like nations and evidently, the Industrija preferred a certain level of literacy in the populace as well as a tendency to keep their minds occupied by other things than the terrible conditions both politically and economically out there and so many works of fiction and about myths can be found there. Of course, R'ae knew the outlines of the myth, but the complete story was something else and something much more strange. For a while, she seriously considered searching in the truk astaii nebula, which to her sounded like the most likely place for it, but realized how crazy her idea was. When the library closed, she returned home to her parents.

As Nyskel arrived once more, he sighed. He shared this opinion, that it was indeed strange that a world so bent on an agenda far from this would exercise or expend any reason to construct a place of learning. Never the less, he smirked at the irony. And it was this irony that eventually drew Nyskel to R'ae before she returned home. Speaking quietly, so as not to be tossed out of the institution (A lesson he had previously learned the hard way,) he moved over to R'ae and exhaled slowly.

Extending his hand, he tilted his head and began to speak, "This place is empty, besides for you. I am shocked - I do not believe that I have ever seen anyone in here, though granted, this may only be my second or third time in the institution. What has drawn you here, if you do not mind me asking?" He then narrowed his eyes, "The cosmology?"

R'ae was glad that she could circumvent the issue of being heard by creating visual illusions. After replying the handshake (in a slightly clumsy way since it was never intended as gesture for s'kele), she replied in scrolling text: "This instance turned to the legends of my ancestors in a time of uncertainty. I read that an expedition was planned and abandoned to verify or falsify one of the ancient stories and it perked my curiosity." She paused and then asked: "What is it that led you to this place?"

The elf-like creature led his new found compatriot to the Prophyria without words, though he had not paid much attention on whether or not the other boarded. As much as he was a skilled technician, he did not always pay as much attention to detail as he should of. He was sure, though, that he would late realize if there was another on board with him. Sighing as he sat down to the controls of the vessel, he ran his hands carefully over them.

Looking up then, he stared outside as the upper atmosphere passed him by. Taking his seat again, he continued to admire the astronomical wonders coupled with the foreground of his new assignment.

Receiving the next transmission with permission to leave dock wholly, he felt the on-board computers of the Prophyria take control of his vessel as the engines were automatically moved forwards slowly to creep towards the final stages of orbit and take flight, truly, as one did by the imagination of birds. Creeping further still, he could feel the arm of his mind reach into the heavens and pull him ever nearer to his goal. It was beautiful - he was free.

OOC: Would anyone like to rebuild this with me, for a second go at it? I don't mean to be necroing an old thread - I just see a lot more that can be done with such a creative RP storyline.

Hope this works to help you continue on the story and rebuild the thread. This is my character, who will show up very soon:

Name: Jaas Razieh
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Space Orc
Planet: He was born on a small moon with a screwed-up economy that caused it to fall into anarchy. He is the only survivor.
Occupation: Any thing that envolves heartless,soul-crushing bureaucracy and brutal enforcement He has no idea of freedom of speech nor fun. Pretty much like a Vogon(Douglas Adams).
Magic: Nothing but dual bolt pistols(Heavy weaponry that is known to rip a man asunder in a most brutal fashion) and plasma cutter.
Ship: A bulky grey lump of rock with lasers attached to it and warp engines. It has a dozen imperial soldiers aboard, and two engineers as well as a medic as a crew. The holding cells can hold up to ten prisoners.
Background: Born on his world, he decided to destroy all the rest of the inhabitants just because they were not following regulations, causing civil strife, not abiding to the rules set out from the ruling powers, and thought the law a joke. His career attitude is based on making people miserable. His speech is choppy and improper, and replaces 'k' with every 'c' in a word when writing. His tail, which is barbed, has been used many times to hurt those he punishes. He has small horns and scales that are rudimentary parts of orcish biology that use to be used as a defense against the extinct large wasps that use to be on the orc home-world.

(Since everyone else was accepted, I just am going to put down what he does since my character is definitely not as mentally powerful as he has no magic besides his guns. He also has a weird dialect that is making fun of how 40k orcs talk. The thing that happens next will lead to a fight that Jaas thinks will lead to victory, seeing he has some soldiers with him.)

Jaas wrote in his journal about the status on his newest mission. This is what he put down in the log:

On hunt for info. Heard ape,two man weaklings, and others found a body of ant on Shiva. 'Eadless and disrupted. Must find out more. Hate useless junk they use for guidank systems. 'Eally stupid. Does Jaas need to get Koal for his ship? Guv does not get it why no one needs stupid koal when hydro, sun, or oil is available. Need to interrogate all who Jaas finds.

He then decided to go at full speed toward the Planet Shiva. A imperial soldier came up to him and asked him about why he talks so funny. It was a young recruit, who had brown hair and a clean face. Jaas, who was always in a bad mood, did not take kindly to the cheek. He lifted the unfortunate person by his shoulders and screamed into his face,"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING, YOU SKRAWNY HUMAN TOOTHPICK! GO INTO A KORNOR AND DIE! I DON'T KARE ABOUT YOUR LIFE! ALL I KARE ABOUT IS WORK! KRAWL AWAY TO YOUR DORM, MEAT SAK!" and with that, Jaas threw him to the ground. The youth was so scared, he decided never to ask him a question again. Razieh was moving toward the atmosphere as he saw a spaceship going through the barrier. He thought to board it. He had instructions to board any vessel leaving Shiva that was not owned by a merchant.
He was going to board the Prophyria, and he knew just what to do.

Nearby, a pirate vessel that contained five personnel approached the small rocky cruiser. It was a small metal pod that was less of a ship and more of a projectile. It moved towards the clunky space ship until within transporter range. Before more than two had left, the small pod was smashed to debris by the laser cannons. The two pirates were quickly shot down with blaster fire, killing both. Jaas examined the bodies. One was a tailless "lizard-man" while the other a humanoid that had purple skin dressed in smooth synthetic jumpsuits that are the color black. The bodies were quickly disposed of via airlock. The bodies floated out like toy boats on to a stream.

"Boarding party ready, sir," said an imperial soldier with a black goatee. "Four men armed with blasters set to stun." The crew members then left into the Prophyria.

[Thanks for joining in after so long. I'm sorry it took me a bit to respond. I wasn't receiving emails when things were updated on Wrong Planet. I have that corrected now, and I would love to continue if you're still in the mood. There's no worries about being accepted I suppose. If it means anything, I'd gladly give my vote of approval.]

Nyskel was enjoying his time aboard the old Prophyria. He was leaning back in a chair with his hands drumming on the console in front of him in time with inappropriately loud rock music screaming around them. He was completely unaware that his vessel had been boarded.

At least, at first he was.

He was eventually spun around in his seat by the rude awakening brought on behalf of the party that boarded his vessel. Reaching a long and thin hand over to shut off the music, Nyskel stood. He stashed those hands away into the pockets of his jacket as though he was trying to rebelliously defy the order of the individuals that had interrupted his jam session.

His ship was on autopilot, and it had previously seemed unnecessary to do anything further to control its motion. However, he soon enough changed that.

"Full stop!"

The vocal command caused the vessel to come to a very sudden halt and begin to gently drift in the manner of any other object in space. Initially, he was thrown forwards as probably everyone aboard was. After all, inertia had its way and he cared little since he actually had no other passengers before they had come on the Prophyria. Eventually, though, the artificial sense of gravity was lost with the cessation of motion and he felt himself gently floating in the Zero-G conditions.

"Well then, what's this all about? I messed up on some tax or something? Look everybody, I tinker with my ship and I'm a mechanic that only works when I want to. However, I haven't broken any laws. You'll probably note that my modifications have brought this ship a better safety and environmental record than most out there plying the space lines. So what is it that you want with me?"

The elf-like alien wasn't stupid though, and he soon put his hands onto his head to indicate that he wasn't going to try anything funny. "Look, just don't shoot me okay? We can resolve this peacefully without anything getting blown to smithereens, right?"

While he might have seemed to be the roguish type, Nyskel actually valued his life and had no wish for this to become violent. He knew he'd have lost in a fight anyways. He wasn't a coward; he was smart. For that matter, he wasn't a pirate either, and genuinely hadn't broken the law.

This time anyways.

"You, civilian, follow us," said the leader of the party in a firm, emotionless tone. Two soldiers grabbed his arms roughly and lifted him to his feet. Another said, "I hope you have sense enough to try not to escape. We don't want to tell you what happens to them." He said it in a matter-of-fact tone, yet sounded a bit nervous, even terrified at what happened. He was hiding it like as if the thing was beyond any other horror he had seen in his life.
This made Nyskel extremely worried. If some thing could terrify the imperial soldiers, armed with blasters and hardened from experience, then he might faint from it. What ever it was, it had to be pretty evil. He was scared, yet knew that the thing they dreaded would happen to him, so he had to obey.

Indeed, Nyskel was quite concerned and he had the right to be. He didn't care to end up vaporized by those enemy blasters. Well, honestly, he didn't even consider them enemies. He didn't have the slightest idea why he was being apparently assaulted and boarded by Imperial soldiers that he had never actually offended. Well, at least, he believed he hadn't personally offended them to any degree.

"What do you mean, what happens? Are you talking about the things that you do to those that try to escape? Believe me, I'm just here quietly, but I have every right to know what it is that I've done wrong. As far as I know, I've broken no law. That being said, I just want to make it easy on myself. I don't care to die, and I'm not resisting this at all. I just want to know what it is that's going on."

The elf-like creature exhaled for a few moments before he finally just shut his eyes. It wasn't easy to tolerate this sort of thing, but he tried to do whatever he could to ensure that he wasn't going to be turned into space dust. That was an easy way to ruin his time off at the end of the simulated month.

"We need to interview you about the death of an ambassador. Now if you follow us, we will not have to see...well, lets move on to the spaceship. The last time chilled me to my bones when he was...well, just to put it, we don't like to talk about what he has done..."said one of the guards.
The way he said the word 'he', it was if whatever happened was so terrible to talk about that he even did not want to say the name of the captain. Anyone that brutal was not to be easy to escape from, and that ,whoever it might be, is one of the brutalist captains alive.

"Alright, alright, I'll come with. I'm walking. See my feet? I'm not resisting you. I just don't know what you expect me to say. I have no idea what you're talking about. As for an Ambassador? I'm not sure, but I am sorrowful that they passed from this universe and into the next."

Nyskel's words, remarkably, were meant in a rather respectful fashion. He had no reason to assume that he was being accused of anything, which was rather strange considering that he was always seen as a wayward rogue that probably broke a few laws. That being said, he never would have killed anyone.

Well, he never would have killed anyone without a good reason anyways, and he certainly hadn't taken the life of any ambassador. Eventually, though, it seemed that he was starting to come to the conclusion that he was a wanted criminal. Whether or not that was true remained to be seen, though he was truthfully innocent. Nyskel hadn't taken anyone's life.

Nervously, the elf-creature started to carefully look up to the ceiling above him with a wince. This was clearly not how he expected to spend his coming time off. A nice vacation to the crystal caverns on Alahendrix VI sounded much more relaxing than that.

Name: LCMDR Jason Rhodes
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Race: Human
Planet: Noble Planet
Occupation: Leader of the Destroyer Battle Group Sigma 9.
Magic: Jason knows enough to conjure a ball of light, but he has never been interested in Magic.
Ship: DDR-957 Burning Nova, a Hellpeak-class Destroyer, consisting of 500 Shiva-class Guided Ship-to-Ship Missiles, 20 8 caliber defensive chain guns, 2 Hellfire Electrically-charged Magnetic Coilguns, capable of crippling a supercarrier with full shields, 150 Guided Nuclear Missiles and the crème de la crème, a Ventral-side High Energy Ground Support Laser, capable of gutting any unshielded ship and permanently damaging any shields.
Background: Of the 11 years he has been a part of the RNF, or Royal Naval Force, only 3 has he captained a ship, and only two of those years were official. After the previous captain was shot dead by pirates, Rhodes was made captain of the Burning Nova just before the Raid on Shiva in 3054, when an incident with pirates tore apart their fleet, and left Shiva in a state of nuclear winter. Rhodes has recovered from that event and still captain's the old Destroyer.