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Post by Shura on Oct 9, 2003 15:21:08 GMT -5
This is open to anyone, just introduce your chars with a description. Start with basic equipment and some minor nonaggressive technology if you wish. Only humans allowed./
Arin picked himself up and dusted himself down, channelling psionic energy into his body cells to accelerate his regeneration. Soon he was strong enough to walk and he opened the protective sheild as his stasis chamber that had saved his life from the terrible impact. He had been the navigator of the Horusyr, the fallen starship. His physcic abilities and farsense powers made him the only one board capable of long distance telepathy but something had dulled his power and he could not sense any active minds out in the void. His body was muscled, lithe and hardened from his martial arts training designed to unite his talented mind and well-honed body. Apart from this, he also had his psionic attack as well as telekinesis to defend him on a potentially hostile world. He glanced at the wrecked suit of battle armour, designed to arm his mind as well as body, but it was uselss now, without the servo functions he could barely lift it let alone wear it. Arin left his stasis chamber and stepped into darkness. Great. No moon. It was obvious though, that the ship had jettisonned it's various sections before impact to minimise risks. Nevertheless, they may be a few other survivors. As Arin scanned the immediate surroundings and found a Angrisson blaster. Excellent! Only three charges left though, and the power cell hold was damaged. He would guard this carefully, the only advanced weapon to have survived the crash, likely. Arin walked calmly among the debris, calling for any of his former shipmates not only with his voive but his mind. Hopefully he was not stranded alone on what was likely a barbarian, possibly even feral or alien world.
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 10, 2003 16:30:11 GMT -5
Fisk Shakes His head. Wow that hurt... Hmm better get up and of here.
As Fisk Moves the Crushed Debri Eas;y off of himself.
He Host his Emence Body of the Ground And out of the Structure. He scoures The Ground looking for his Caine. Oh FOund it. Hm... Looks Like It lost some Power. Only at half Power Oh Well this will work. As He Stands and Stretches His Body the size of him is Unblevible. He Stands over 7 feet tall and must wiegh near 500+ pounds. As he bigins Walking towards the Voice He can hear off in the distance no Sound Can be heard.
" I am here. but were here is I have no Clue" He Yells In return
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Post by Shura on Oct 12, 2003 14:31:14 GMT -5
Arin rolled his eyes as he heard the voice. Of all the passengers to have survived, this particular had to be among them. Just his luck. He remembered Fisk generally as someone he avoided, seeing as the man openly declared himself as a purveyor of lowlife enertainment. Neverthless, it was what fate had given him to work with.
'Hey, over here!' he calls out. 'It's Arin. I'm not sure where we are. During the attack the reavers must have opened a sort of short lived rift in warp-space. It's sounds amazing, but it's the only thing that could have taken us outside the range of my farsensing brethren. We could be anywhere in the universe! You found any more survivors? Any useful technology?'
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 13, 2003 12:24:26 GMT -5
"I can See No Surviers. As for tech... Well if Smief Made it we should be fine. but I fear the Worst"
Laughing to Himself.The SMug Cap. This should Be Funny
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Post by Shura on Oct 14, 2003 14:59:05 GMT -5
Arin's fine-tuned psychic senses tuned into a familiar frequency. They game from ghostly human figures gathered around the wreckage. Trasnlucent versions of the dead crewmembers, endlessy broadcasting their last throughts before deaths. The psionic energy left behind by traumatic death sometimes meant that these 'ghost' signatures were seen and even heard by normal or latent people, and could cause great distress. They had no sentience or existence of their own but were picked up by nearby minds attuned to the ether.
Arin clasped his hands and concentrated on the prayer of excorsism. The ritual took about a mintue of mutterings and gestures before the ghosts cleared from the minds of all present. The last thing he wanted was to find survivors in an truamatised or hysterical state. And the excorcism would let them know he was near.
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 14, 2003 15:11:03 GMT -5
" What are you doing?!? Let them linger if they want. We have more important THings right now. Like trying to find a way off this place you have us stranded on. FOOL! " Fisk says with arrogence
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Post by Shura on Oct 14, 2003 15:31:57 GMT -5
'hey!' Arin snapped back. 'The captain and security officer are supposed to defend us, though they couldn't have been able to do much against the freak rifts than brought us here. Geez, you think we just stumble onto this place?' To empahsize his annoyance, he expends a significant load of psychokinetic energy to lift the large man several feet into the air, but has to let him down after a couple of seconds to conserve his strength.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 14, 2003 15:37:41 GMT -5
Rolling out of his stasis chamber that had been disloged by the impact, Sarvonis Miltage looked around the wreckage with disgust on his face. He had served as the repair man since this ship had been built. Cursing to himself, he slowly staggered to his feet. [glow=blue,2,300]"Whew.......that took more outta me than I thought."[/glow] Leaning against the stasis chamber, he look around and found his tool box and belt still stashed in the bottom the chamber. [glow=blue,2,300]"At least those are safe."[/glow] Looking around, Sarvonis wonder if anyone else survived.
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Post by Sightspitter on Oct 14, 2003 16:21:13 GMT -5
Bloody hell..... This is going from bad to worse....
Having heard the voices of some of his comrades Diego, now stuck under some debris from the crash, yells out to the voices....
Hey! Can you people do me a favor and make yourselves useful by getting this junk off of me!?
Diego is a man of average height and slightly larger than average build from years of working in cargo holds. Now he lays in wait hoping another survivor will find him to help him get out from under debris from the ship.
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Post by Shura on Oct 15, 2003 7:04:12 GMT -5
Arin hasity diverts his PK faculty towards levitating the pieces of wreckage that have pinned down Diego, thus freeing him from the debris. Once the man has scrambled to safety, he hails Sarvonis to join them. Having a technician among their group would be useful. Perhaps, if the right resources coul be found, they could even get some of the dysfunctional weapons and equipment running again.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 15, 2003 18:12:51 GMT -5
Sarvonis curses and staggers the direction that Arin called from, still lugging his toolbox with him. [glow=navy,2,300]"Eh...any clue what happened?"[/glow] Staggering a little, he leans against a nearby beam, a large gash in his thigh bleeding unnoticed.
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 16, 2003 12:34:55 GMT -5
" Save you mental Engergy Fool!," Fisk says to Arin" I will Remove the debry. This way we save that mind of yours for something useful" Fisk says with disgust.
" OK Deigo is It. Hold on a Sec." Fisk says as he Heaves the Debry off of Him. The pyshical strength of Fisk is un belivable, as he does this
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Post by Shura on Oct 16, 2003 15:17:42 GMT -5
Arin sighs and gives a noncomittal shrug.
'As far as I know it had to be a warp rift. A breach of the warpspace threshold into realspace that can only happen as a result of a massive concnetrated psychic force. Were were being attacked by reavers when it happened, but I can't bring myself to believe that they could somehow have caused it. When it comes to human mental force, it would take something like the death-emissions of an entire planets population to produe something like that.'
He inspects the three men. 'This looks like all we got right now, but the other sections of the ship may have landed safely elsewhere, don't ask me how close or far. Something in the arua of this world blacks my farsensing, but the very fact that it has an aura means that it is inhabited by intelligent life.'
Almost as if in confirmation, in the distance a dim figure can be discerned. The group can hear the thumping feet of a quadruped, but the siluette looks at least partly human, as what looks like one outstretched arm carries what appears to be flaming torch.
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Post by CharleHu$$tle on Oct 16, 2003 15:39:32 GMT -5
"This shoudl be Instresting"
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 16, 2003 20:24:57 GMT -5
(Sarvonis looks at the approaching figure with slight distrust on his face. Without realizing what he is doing, he grabs a large wrench off of his belt and holds it tightly in one hand) [glow=blue,2,300]"Now what?"[/glow]
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