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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Re: A galaxy of mercs

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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