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Reu 1X1 Lunch
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A simple engineering team, on their way back hom decide it safer to stop at a planet on the way to refuel. However, when they get the fuel canisters they realise there's nobody to pay, so they start exploring the depot station to find signs of life, that's when they have their first encounter with a race nobody's even heard of.
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You know the basics, lunch, lol
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5:57am Apr 7 2011 (last edited on 12:02am May 16 2011)
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Gonna just post her whole profile on here. :3 Hope that's alright. :) [Side Note: My char is very loosely based on the Chronicles of Riddick character Jack aka Kyra. No, they are not the same. No, I didn't steal this character. This is my original character. Thanks. :)]
-Prison Cla.ssification Process: Expert Level 2122, Sample #1212- - Planet Zornea – Underground Prison Facility- Loading…| … … Complete| -WARNING- INMATE IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. APPROACH WITH CAUTION. CAPTURE IS A NECESSITY IF ESCAPE OCCURS. Name: Tyler “Ty” Ann Age: 22 Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Jade Weight: 125 Height: 5’0” Typical Appearance: - Rugged look. Combat boots and green, dirty cargo pants. She wears gray or white tank tops and usually wears her hair up. Always has a weapon on her. Nicknamed “Slice” or “Ty”. -Prison Documentation & Sentencing- Identification #: 19880289 Prison ID #: 2002219 Sentence: Eternity Protocol of Sentencing Information: Murder, Burglary, Black Market sales of exploited, illegal weaponry. Biography: - Was born on planet Aleseia. - No family heritage. No mother and father. - Orphan since childbirth. - Job record shows work in space junkyards and “striker” bands, hunting fugitives. - This led to stealing from families’ homes, black market scandals, and received high protocol attention and confinement from galactic police corps. - Information on murder trial still pending… … … Procedural Drill – Choose an Option A…Confinement (Other world galaxy) B…Trial Definition (Court) C…Existence Extermination (Death) … A face hovers over the screen. Icy, blue hues stare down at the information selected and options available. With a smirk on the lips, the individual presses a couple of buttons, opening a space pod extension with a body inside of it. It’s filled with water, tubes, and health machinery attached. A woman’s face floats just beneath the surface of the gla.ss, air mask attached to her face. “You…little lady…Are in for a big, big surprise. No one will find you. Not even ‘strikers’…Don’t worry..I’ll find you sooner or later. For now…Let’s see what you got..” Option A Chosen… Thank you… Procedure in progress… Please exit out of program… … … Loading prisoner information files… Saving destination… Nexxus…Planet Earth… … … Process finished… Good bye.| Some picture references. This is not mine. I don't own it. Thanks. 
Second Character Name: Darin Corbs Age: 25 Appearance: Darin stands about 5'8", a little short for a man, but with his personality, nobody thinks twice in doubting his abilities. His hair is cropped short, a dark brown color that brings out his hazel eyes. He also wears glasses. He mostly wears medical clothing. Tan cargo pants, dress shirt and/or t-shirt with a white lab coat and tennis shoes. Personality: Darin's personality is of the serious type. He has no time for games and likes everything to go right and perfectly as planned. He mostly saves this for his profession, but during off hours he tries to loosen up by having a good drink and reading one of his books from his book collection that he so proud of having. He also doesn't mind company either as he generally loves to be social. History: Darin graduated early with honors from Farin's Medical College on a civilian plant with a Ph.D. in Medicine. He was barely 18, being the youngest male to earn the degree in a long, long time. He then began rigorous training to help out on ships that went out into the universe. He generally went by the book back when he first started out. After an incidient on the mother ship carrier, D-S103, he now tends to bend and help people in a different way. Other Details(If any): Darin is a little OCD. He has to have at least -one- thing in alphabetical order in any room he stays in(lives in). Plus, he just likes to be neat all together.
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5:59am Apr 7 2011 (last edited on 2:56pm May 18 2011)
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Name: Abadon Buer
Age: mid-twenties
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  I do not own these pictures, they were created by other people for the Dead Space game series.
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Abadon comes from a rough background, his parents dying in front of him during the first of the alien 'invasions'. The aliens were fought off, though Abadon was left to be raised in a military facility, he then went on to train both in weapons training and engineering. He joined this team along with three of his closest friends, looking forward to exploring with them.
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Name: Sumnor Pegagnyx
Age: 22
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 Personallity and History: Sumnor was always ruthless, going against most things he was told, the punishment was his helment, made unremovable. He joined along with Abadon, deciding that his only hope of getting the people he worked for to remove the helmet was to earn some respect.
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6:09am Apr 7 2011
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Abadon was at the helm, his helmet folded into the suit, not liking to wear it unless he is working on some piece of machinery. Unfortunately for him, the ship that they had given him and his team was a rust bucket, something failed every hour or so, it was more duct tape than machine by now. he flipped a few various switches to check the fuel level, noting it was too low to make it all the way home, He clicked onto the intercom. "Sumnor, Ty, the fuel's low, I'm going to bring us into this planet for a refuel." He pressed a few buttons and initiated docking procedures, gravity clamps coming to life and pulling them towards a docking bay. When the ship landed, he pressed a button and his helmet folded up and over his head, the lights flickering on. He stepped outside with a small device, checking oxygen levels in the atmosphere, "Guys! it's safe enough!" Sumnor walked out, plasma rifle slung over his shoulder just for the off chance. Abadon smirked, deciding not to say anything, the plasma cutter he always carried with him still in his hand. Sumnor knocked him lightly, "That plasma Cutter's basically a handgun, it aint going to do much in a serious battle." Abadon raised his eyebrows, "Let's just wait and see what I can do with it." They stood and waited for the female in their team, Ty.
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6:28am Apr 7 2011 (last edited on 6:29am Apr 7 2011)
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Ty was in the back of the ship, fixing a sideboard that had fallen off the night before when Abadon got on the intercom. This ship was such a piece of crap. At least it was better that most of the ships she had been on. Being one to smuggle weaponry across space, Ty knew a sturdy ship when she saw one. One that could withstand anything, even if the vessel had about three or four tons of firearms on board...This one just wasn't as cared for as most. She stripped off a piece of thick tape and placed it on the spot she was working on, then stood and stretched. She shoved the gray tanktop she was wearing into her black cargo pants, then gathered her tools up: A wielding hat, wielding device, several knives. She stuck some of them back into the sheaths on the buckles that were wrapped around her thighs and shin. Easy to reach just in case she needed them. She pulled her auburn hair back into a messy bun and sauntered on back to her workstation. She threw the equipment she was carrying back into her crate, then headed to the front bay of the ship where the guys were waiting for her. "So, the ship's low again, yeah? Piece of junk, I'll tell ya." She slipped another large knive in a sheath on her waist. "What's our location? Do I need to check the extra energy cores?" She walked over to a smaller platform near Abadon's station and pressed several small buttons. She watched as the small screens flicked information back at her. "Looks good, boys. I don't think they need to be replaced soon. So, where're we?" She eyes them both, her arms coming up to cross over her chest as she leans against the wall.
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7:50am Apr 7 2011
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Abadon stared at the ares directly around him, "I don't know, it's just marked on the map as a fuelling station." He sniffed, slighty bored with this planet already. "We should just get a few barrels of fuel and get back home, leave this hunk of rock as we found it." Sumnor nodded, "Aye, sounds good to me, only, we don't have a map, or directions, and this place looks barren, my friend." Abadon started walking, checking the various dials on the armour plate on his left forearm, all his stats looked normal, though that was not what he was checking, he was trying to figure out what the strange soundwaves were. "Ty, look at this, these oscilations are our voices, these ones are something else, doesn't fit patterns of the voice of any alien I know." He was not sure why this place gave him such a bad feeling, but something told him it was well founded. Sumnor found a small metal shed, having wandered off. He kicked it open, not wanting to bother picking the lock. He sniffed deeply, before dry heaving, it was a latrine, the only one for this entire fuelling station by the smell of it. "Well that's lame." He back pedalled, walking back over to the other two people in his team, He frowned slightly as Abadon and Ty were looking at the rig device on his forearm, "What's going on? Found something of interest? That'd surprise me.."
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9:11pm Apr 7 2011
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Ty had grabbed a jacket and slipped it on. She headed out of the ship with the guys. Ty turned to open up the ducts where the fuel barrels were located. She had one already taken one out when Abadon suddenly called for her. Her eyes scanned the bland area, feeling a bit uneasy. They didn't need to stay here long. "What is it?" She muttered, standing close to him to look at his readings. A confused ex
pression spread across her face. She looked up at him. "You don't know what that is?" She looked over as Sumnor had suddenly walked up to them. She smirks at his remark, then answers him. "He's found some different wave lengths. Voices. Unknown. I say get the fuel and get out. I've had my share of alien invasions, but if it's not an alien, then...yeah. I'm not going to mess around with that.." She turns back around and heads back to the fuel barrels. Her eyes suddenly catch something in the distance. Something shining. She turned back to the guys who seemed to be conversating about something else rather than what Abadon found. She looked back in the opposite direction, still noting the shining ob
ject or building. Whatever it was out there... She opened the other duct. "Hey, Sumnor...Mind helping me since you're not doing anything? I think we just need to get out of here. What the...Great...Stupid piece of..." The barrel was stuck in the hatch. Sighing, Ty hoisted herself up to the side, looking for a hook and chain to pull the piece of crap out of the hatch. "Telling you, next time we're getting a ship, I'm going to be the one to fill out for a better carrier...Nice job in getting us this one, Abadon." She muttered under her breath, finally finding the chain. She jumped down and started to get to work on freeing their last fuel barrel.
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9:15pm Apr 7 2011
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((lurks.- is banished-))
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9:46pm Apr 7 2011
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| ooc; -did the same. lurks from within shadow realm.- Lol, I'm sorry but I love Dead Space, so reading this brings me joy. xD |
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4:43am Apr 8 2011
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Abadon was twiddling at the device on his forearm, trying to seperate the different wavelengths in an attempt to read each one seperately, hoping it may give him more information. He spun on his heel when he heard a roar from behind him. It was a man sprinting at him, normally Abadon would have merely side-stepped and let him crash into the ground, but this man was different, he was coverred in blood. Abadon thrust his hand out and grabbed the man with his kinesis module, causing the man to glow blue and float seemingly harmlessly in the air. "Now I'm sure you've seen one of these, most engineers commission one. You know I could throw you into that latrine over there, might not kill you.. But it'll certainly make me feel better." Sumnor smirked at the idiot now floatingin the air. He ran over and jumped into the fuel hatch, the benefit of being small you can get anywhere. He pushed at the barrel from one end, in a vain attempt to get it out of the hatch. As Abadon was about to start the interrogation, hsi mind wanderred and he turned to face Ty, "And as for the ship, you know you get stuck with whatever's available." He disengaged his helmet and his eyes glazed over as memories flodded back. "Though... I can't believe they stuck me with this after what happened to my son.." He put his attention abck to the man in his telekenetic grasp, before throwing him into a thin metallic wall of what seemed to be a mechanic's station. He walked over, punching him once - just for good measure - before grasping his shirt and pulling him to his feet. "God don't you love advanced interrogation tactics." He looked back at Ty, a slight look of desperation on his face, he was hoping she wouldn't stop him. he punched the man in the ribs, before grasping his neck, "What went on here!? Where is everyone?!" "Ha... haha.. The collective will consume you all... We will all be one, the ultimate perfection and peace will be achieved... One war to end to all wars." Abadon punched him again, this time, hitting his head into the mechanic's station. The crazed man grabbed a screwdriver from the dirt, throwing his arm up and angling the makeshift weapon towards the head of the engineer. He engaged his helmet, trying not to panic. The screwdriver scraped off the side of the helemt, before abadon rammed the armour plate on his knee into the man's nose, before throwing a heavy elbow into his temple. "Come and pick this guy up.. we're bring him back with us, he needs help.."
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5:34am Apr 8 2011 (last edited on 5:35am Apr 8 2011)
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Ty struggled with the chain as she finally got a good grasp on it and started to pull. The gearing mechanism that was a part of a pully on the ship was broken, so this was the only way to get the barrel out. She groaned, using all her strength to make the cylinder budge from the duct. A sudden flash of red she spotted from the corner of her eye caught her attention. "Abadon, look out!" Before she even spoke the words, the man had the crazed person in a telekenetic lock. Fantastic. She let out a relieved sigh as Sumnor finally came over to her to help her out. As he pushed up on the barrel, Ty pulled hard. It started to slowly slide, until it suddenly shot out of the hatch. "Ugahh!" She let out a breathless yell. "Son of a..." A loud noise made her jump. Oh no...Not this. She thought, running over to Abadon, but not getting too close as he started to pummel the guy's face into the ground. She turned back to Sumnor. She couldn't remember if he was good at getting the guy to back away or not. It had always been her to stop him before he went into a fit of rage. It was unbearable to watch sometimes. Both her and Sumnor couldn't do anything about it. Ty just had to grab him and lock him up in a room by himself sometimes. She couldn't give him any sympathy as she never had any children herself. Ty was never one to be close to anybody. She just had teammates and the occasional friend, until they either rat you out or stab you in the back. Again, she was unsure about Sumnor. The two had known each other longer than they had known her. She was the "new one" on board, apparently, but she was getting used to being around them. When Abadon grabbed at the guy's neck and started to yell at him, Ty stepped forward a little. "Alright. That's enough..Abadon...Abadon!" She ran to him, pushing him away from the guy, but he was already pa.ssed out. "Jesus Christ, man..." She punched at the man's layered arm, hurting one of her knuckles in which she didn't react to any pain at all. She stared up at him with an annoyed ex
pression. "You could have at least kept him a little bit conscious.." She let out a sigh and stared down at the man...Something suddenly triggered in her mind. "He said something earlier...Collection? Collective or something like that...I want to know what he was talking about...and I think you need to take him back onto the ship. Sumnor still has to help me with the fuel...Just don't kill him.." She lightly placed a hand on his arm, then moved quickly to start refueling the tanks. "Come on, Sumnor. Unless you wanna drag a body onto the ship...which you probably will..." She muttered the last part to herself, picking up one of the barrels and dragged it over to a pump nearby.
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Sumnor put his hand on Ty's shoulder, he had known her a lot longer than Abadon had known her, so he knew that she would see what he was doing eventually. "He isn't losing his rag, he's trying to help his mission, it's not often he flies off the handle, when he does he'll put a person in intensive care.. This guys just insane, Abadon won't do anything too harmful to him."
Abadon shook his head, bending to pick the man up, before carrying him towards the ship, "I'll put him in the cargo bay, not as if it's being used." He looked behind him before stepping into the ship and muttering to himself, "Plus that's the first part dumped in case of an emergency." He carried the man to the cargo hold, dumping him against one of the walls and tying his arms and feet together with one knot, making sure the moron couldn't budge. He walked out of the cargo hold, keying in the lockdown codes into the keypad, before going to another machine, the inner defenses, "This should do." He put his arms in the machine, grabbing two circuits, and turning them, hacking the defenses, rerouting two of the main turrets to the cargo bay. "Now, any weapons taken up by him will result in severe dismemberment." He walked back out of the cargo ship, clipping his plasma cutter onto the back of his belt. "He's in the cargo hold.. I recalibrated a few of the turrets to take care of him if he picks up anything dangerous, though the place should be clear." He looked around, the visors of his helment made of thick black gla.ss, shone with bright cyan light. "We should get moving, there's something here and I think it's best we don't hang around to find out what."
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4:12pm Apr 9 2011 (last edited on 4:14pm Apr 9 2011)
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Ty gave Sumnor a small smile as she returned with a full barrel. "Yeah, I guess you're right. He is pretty crazy. Put that one back in the hatch." She threw her arm out, pointing to the back of the ship. She picked up the other barrel, dragged it to the pump, filled it, then dragged it back. "Alright, that should do us until we get back home. We should search to see if there's anything of worth here. You know..just in case.." She muttered. Her past didn't leave her so quickly.Ty used to be into some terrible stuff. She was one to hunt fugitives, until she became one herself through the means of illegal weapon trafficking. She then became the hunted. There was also a deeper past about her. One that she couldn't seem to remember. For as long as she knew Sumnor, he didn't even know everything about her. But, that was probably how it should be. The past haunts, but it shouldn't effect the future she was trying to build now. A clean slate. Ty walked over to a pile of rubble by one of the metallic sheds. Odds and ends. TVs. Radios. A few car and ship parts. Nothing really of interest."I wonder where everyone went..." She said to herself as she looked around, taking in the barren place. This place seemed to thrive once. Now, nothing. It was nothing. A sound suddenly caught her attetion. Was that somebody screaming? Ty ran over to Abadon just as he walked out of the cargo hold. She grabbed his arm and checked the device. Nothing was showing up. "You don't hear this?" Ty stared up at the black gla.ss that hid the man's face. The screeching she was hearing seemed to make her temples throb. Inside the main bunker of the ship, red energy lights started to flash quickly. "No!" Ty ran into the ship, quickly checking the energy gauges and cores. They were all low. The ship wasn't even on! "What is this?! I just checked these ten minutes ago!" She tried to recharge the default lines that ran the power source through the entire ship. Everything was dead except for the emergency and lockdown devices. She checked Abadon's recalibration. He had switched to a different energy source, Ty noted, when he rearranged it for the prisoner in the cargo bay. It shouldn't have even affected the entire ship! Ty moved swiftly, checking the screens to see if there was a broke energy line. There was none. Letting out a huffed sigh, she ran back out to the boys. "There's something very wrong here...The whole ship is dead. Abadon, you used something different so it didn't effect the main stream of energy, but the cores...Everything is dead, and we can't fly off this rock unless we find more power cords or a charger...Fuel isn't enough for this thing. It will overheat it." Ty looked at them both with a slight hint of worry in her voice and in her expressions.
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5:04am Apr 10 2011
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Sumnor chuckled at Ty's 'he is pretty crazy' as she was talking, "Yeah, but he get's the job done." He looked at Abadon in his enginger suit, "Plus he looks good doing it." Sumnor had always been bi, and had had a crush on Abadon since they first met eachother. He watched with amazement as Abadon hauled the unconcious carc*censored* of the crazed man onto the ship, "He's one strong mother as well." Sumnor followed Ty's lead and started kicking through piles of crap, looking for anything worthwhile. "I can't see us finding anything, it looks like the people who were here spaced it long ago." Abadon came out of his own world when Ty grabbed his arm to look at his rig device, "Nothing, I checked before I came off theship, but yeah I here that screaming.. I think it's a mimickry to lure us in." Sumnor approached the two slowly, "Mimickry.. there's no known alien in this glaaxy that can do that is there?" Abadon shook his head, disengaging his helmet and poking at the device a few times, "I've been trying to seperate the--" he stopped as the two lines of sound oscillations came apart. "There we go." he tapped a few more times, before a small light came on by his wrist, and formed an arrow, directing them towards the strange sounds, "Shall we?"
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((*Lurks* Please don't banish me to the shadow realm. <3))
Love is unconquerable. For love needs not the pleasure of outward beauty, as it takes great pride in the inward. Love needs not the cushion of luxury and riches, for lovers tend to grow closer in strife. Love needs not fame, for those true to love will not host greed.
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6:44am Apr 10 2011
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(Well, it's you so I'll make an exception, lol.)
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6:58am Apr 10 2011
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((I don't know, Lunchie might wanna keep me trapped there forever. CX))
Love is unconquerable. For love needs not the pleasure of outward beauty, as it takes great pride in the inward. Love needs not the cushion of luxury and riches, for lovers tend to grow closer in strife. Love needs not fame, for those true to love will not host greed.
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7:04am Apr 10 2011
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(We'll see, lol, so are you one of those lurkers who only come on once or a real lurker who reads it all? lol)
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((I'll be reading the entire thing, I figure. Art commissions are slow, and I only have two active roleplays I am currently participating in. So, I'll be around. Of course, don't let that change your actions in the roleplay just because you know I will be reading every word you say... XD))
Love is unconquerable. For love needs not the pleasure of outward beauty, as it takes great pride in the inward. Love needs not the cushion of luxury and riches, for lovers tend to grow closer in strife. Love needs not fame, for those true to love will not host greed.
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