JakkuEbansu
Demonic Bass Player
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Oh, what a glorious day for the Free Nation of America! Today, on the 23rd November 2046, the last of the 23-strong fleet of Exploratory vessels are launched by the USAF Spacial Command. This fleet of course designed to map out the dark vestiges of the cosmos for the benefit of our mighty nation, and the human race! The skies over the Hudson River are bright and blue as the Commodore Captain... leads his crew of... over to...
The video log ends rather abruptly, and you cast aside the small computer tablet, done cradling around its dim light. You stand, eventually. This is the first evidence you've managed to find, out and alone in a dark, mechanical space. The air is dry and cold as you walk freely, each of you dressed in some kind of loose uniform, dotted with symbols and logos. Each of you awoke in a glass vessel, screeching to get out, liquid all around you. When you finally stumbled forward and out, and the fluid drained, you noted the empty, broken metal ship you found yourselves in, near-silent but for the few others who wander the corridors, lost.
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The video log ends rather abruptly, and you cast aside the small computer tablet, done cradling around its dim light. You stand, eventually. This is the first evidence you've managed to find, out and alone in a dark, mechanical space. The air is dry and cold as you walk freely, each of you dressed in some kind of loose uniform, dotted with symbols and logos. Each of you awoke in a glass vessel, screeching to get out, liquid all around you. When you finally stumbled forward and out, and the fluid drained, you noted the empty, broken metal ship you found yourselves in, near-silent but for the few others who wander the corridors, lost.
RULES:
Hello, again! It's been a long time for all of us, mm?
This is probably not a happy RP.
You'll be exploring the derelict NY-23 LINCOLN, trying to work out what the hell is going on.
Characters may die. New ones will be provided.
No-one is sure what the hell is going on on this ship- Most of the 'crew' have foggy memories of life on Earth, but little else.
Be excellent to each other.
This is probably not a happy RP.
You'll be exploring the derelict NY-23 LINCOLN, trying to work out what the hell is going on.
Characters may die. New ones will be provided.
No-one is sure what the hell is going on on this ship- Most of the 'crew' have foggy memories of life on Earth, but little else.
Be excellent to each other.
SIGN UP FORM:
Name:
Age: (Rough Approximation. You're not that sure...)
Gender:
Speciality: (You think... Mostly based on the patterns on your uniforms. (SECURITY, BOTANICAL, ENGINEERING, SHIPMAN))
Appearance: (Each of you are loosely clad in a uniform based on your speciality, aside from that, your call)
Personality:
OOC:
Favourite movie/tv show to be set on a derelict spaceship or station:
Age: (Rough Approximation. You're not that sure...)
Gender:
Speciality: (You think... Mostly based on the patterns on your uniforms. (SECURITY, BOTANICAL, ENGINEERING, SHIPMAN))
Appearance: (Each of you are loosely clad in a uniform based on your speciality, aside from that, your call)
Personality:
OOC:
Favourite movie/tv show to be set on a derelict spaceship or station: