A galaxy of mercs

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A galaxy of mercs

Post by The_Zephyr » Thu May 24, 2018 4:44 am

idk just do whatevz

EDIT; i should probably create a story so here goes

the year is 20XX, earth has been engulfed by the fires of mutually assured destruction, the few humans who were lucky enough to evacuate/be off world must now scrape by however they can, some seek out honest work while others have became guns for hire, the galaxy has become engulfed in chaos as what remains of the old earth governments war for new territory.

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Ethan intro

Post by ethan78790 » Tue Aug 07, 2018 1:04 am

Ethan drew his sword, read to strike this target. but all of a sudden, he was struck in the head by something large.

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Post by Axiom » Sat Aug 18, 2018 5:15 am

((ooc: Hope this post isn't coming too late. I just liked the setting and wanted to try my hand with it.))

In space, no one could see your ship break down.

The Scrapper’s engine putt-putt-putted to stall. She let out a final wheeze that reverberated throughout the entire ship’s hull, singing out her death throes in dramatic fashion just before going dark. Elvis sat back in the cockpit and let out a long sigh.

This was what his ship had come to. Sure she was considered something of an antique nowadays, being one of few ships still around that had actually flown around Earth (while it wasn’t practically on fire). Once she’d survived a planet exploding. Or at least that was the story Elvis told people. She was not going to go down like any old clunker!

Elvis reached up to check a ceiling panel. His long, bony fingers fiddled with the radio channels. Although he’d rather mine asteroids than ask for help from spacer folk, there was no way out except into the cold, dark vacuum of space. Perhaps somebody would pick up his signal and tow the Scrapper to a repair station. Hopefully it wouldn’t be an alien, though to Elvis any human who grew up off Earth was about the same.

He flicked the emergency switch and the SOS beamed. After a couple beeps, he watched its signal grow from local system, branching out to ping any nearby vessels with a distress call.

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Re: A galaxy of mercs

Post by melonwater » Fri Oct 05, 2018 12:59 pm

(Really wish this wasn't dead. Perhaps it can be made a serious rp, if anyone is actually interested...)

Travis looked outside the window.

Space, the final frontier. Or was it the last resort? Whatever it was, it was a thing of beauty.

Visible in the distance were several planets, Earth, which was now no more discernible from a ball of flame, and, of course, the Sun, whose immensely bright glow fell upon the nearby asteroid field. The asteroids were of a crystalline complex, and as the light passed through them they were dispersed and reflected in a multitude of colors. As the ship departed, Travis could see that the asteroid field was divided into two parts by the light of the sun: one side was brightly illuminated and colorful, while the other was left in almost complete darkness, as a planet happened to be passing between, obstructing the sunlight.

They were well away from the field now, and Travis returned to the bridge of the Rooster. The ship earned its name from its gold-colored exterior and the solar sails on its sides which looked a lot like wings. When not in use, the solar sails would retract, making way for the rows of laser cannons that tend to viciously decimate their target. The target being always the subject of a discreet but lucrative offer, be it a job to assassinate, kidnap, or whatever dirty work was required by those greedy and corrupt. It didn't matter, as long as it made credits. Credits mattered, for survival in this chaotic world.

Travis ordered the solar sails to be extended, then leaned back upon his chair. It was going to be a slow journey back to the station to claim his credits for completing the assignment in the asteroid field. It was a tedious task, to mine the asteroids for a rare mineral, and Travis hopes he would never have to do it again.

"We are receiving a distress call," said one of the crew members, "it's not far from our location, about fifty thousand. Should we check it out?"

Travis changed the ship's heading for the distress call. It was going to be a boring trip, anyway, and going to the distress call didn't deviate much from his original course. He just hopes it isn't another one of those lousy pirate traps. If it was, at least he could get some spare scrap.

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