swordandsandle
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Due to dropoff in the previous thread, I'm going to try this again.
This Rp is Sci-Fi, revolving around the trouble caused by sabotage to a stasis colony ship, headed for the (aptly named) forest planet of Lilac, exactly one light-year away from Earth. When the ship arrives, everybody (except the sabitour) awakens only to find that the stasis systems in a majority of the bed have malfunction, leaving only four people alive on the whole ship. Worse, the survivors are two pairs of members from immedate families! (AKA Father, Mother, Daughter,Son,Brother,Sister). Add in a pushy computer system that is insturucted and equipt to expand the colony back to it's origional number, and chaos insues.
I plan on making this a long thread, with buildup and many, many odd scenarios. Sign-up will only require you to give me a short description of your character, physically and personality wise. Oh ya, and if you're the last person to sign-up, you can't be the same gender as everybody else.
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The Backstorey- It was the year 2041, March 4th to be exact, when the One World Government's first attempt to establish a colony was finally starting. Astro-observation showed that a mostly earth-like planet, called Lilac, was located exactly 1 lightyear away from earth. It had proper oxygen levels, drinkable water, native flora and fauna, everything that a potential settlement would need to grow or thrive on it's own. The OWG's ship, the Constingency, was the first 100% effective stasis-ship, one that would keep it's 520 passangers from aging in their dreamy slumber during the 100 year voyage. It was loaded up with tools, families, supplies, and even medicene to fix gentic defect, which would occur quickly in such a small gene pool, and was lauched from the Americanadian Region's spacepad at Houstan, loaded up with an AI instructed and equipt to keep the colony alive and at respectable population levels using any means possable, including a few top-secret tools.
Little did they know, however, that something had gone horrably wrong.
Before they had been put to sleep, a certain passanger had sabotaged the stasis system's connection to a majority of the containment units, thus shutting of nutrent flow and causing death and decay of 516 of the passangers. They had ment to kill 518. The AI, in sleep mode to preserve energy, diden't notice, thus leading to the breaking down of all the stored tools, crop suppliments, planting seeds, and a majority of the food supply, leaving only the ship's ingrained electronics, 12 man weeks of protein paste, and one thousand boxs of Twinkies, which haven't even started to decay (this is just for laughs) Now, stranded on a starange world that isen't quite as hospitable as they expected, the four survivors must survive, thrive, and by the computer's whim grow, even if they have to do it with their own relatives.
Which they might (leaving option open)
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Name: Cana Tam
Role on ship: General Colonist (collage-level Agricultural Major)
Age: 19
Hight: 6' 2"
Build: Uniform, healthy muslce tone, with long limbs.
Hair- Wavy Black
Eyes- Amber
Sexuality: Straight
Relative on Ship-
Cana is a very intellgent person, if also a tad strong-willed. He comes off with an aura of confidance and a steely eyed stare. In truth, however, he can never seem to keep himself in an arguement, simply putting up with whatever you toss at him until you get tired of it. Angery about the deaths, and if he finds out that somebody sabotaged the ship he'll rip their face off.
One Earth Government Stasis-Colony Vessel Constingency centrel processor online
/// Terran Solar Date June 18th 2142 Common Era. 5:21 PM Greenwitch.
Initilaizing arrival subroutines.... Alphanumaric code accepted.
Cabin 1 Pressure and content, Stablized and hospitable
Cabin 2 Pressure and content, Stablized and hospitable
Storage Cabin Pressure and content, Stablized and hhospitable
Solar Power Systems, 85 % capacity
Greenhouse Self-monitering Systems- 90% capacity
Water and waste reprocessing Systems- 71 % capacity
Bio-Signal subroutine intialized... Scanning bioryhethims of all colonists in preperation for reanimation. Scanning Contanior 1A... Subject alive, begining reanimation process. Scanning Contanior 2A... ERROR, failure in Stasis SustainmentSystems in Contanior 2A, subject is deceased. Scanning Contanior 3A... Subject alive, begining reanimation process. Scanning Contanior 4A. WARNING, NO CONTACT WITH ALL REMAINING CONTANIORS IN CABIN 1, ALL SUBJECTS BEHYOND THIS POINT ARE ASSUMED TO BE DESEASED. MOVING ON TO CABIN 2.
A thick grey mist covered the boy's vision as he somehow felt a shift in his world. Unitil just then , he had been surronded by the calming forests of the Great American North, and suddenly the fresh pine air, soft breeze, and chirping birds where replaced by cold steel, industrial chemicals, and a slight buzz. Something wasen't quite right...
"Ouch," his sluggish tounge manged to form the word as he felt a series of faint pricks along his arms, partnered with the distrubing feeling of metel on under his skin. What was going on here, he lay there motionlessly, every muslce in his body bound up tighter then Fort Knox. After a few minutes of the strange, dreamlike state, however, he suddenly felt a jolt of power hit his brain, and began to remember where he was, sort of. He remembered lying down here a long time ago, a nice doctor coming up and giving him a dose of chemicals cocktails that made him feel frozen inside, but it faded out after that.
"GREETINGS ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT ASTRO-COLONIST, a mechanical, masculine voice echoed through his little obque world. "WELCOME TO THE PLANET LILAC. THE CURRENT DATE IS JUNE 18TH, 2142 COMMON ERA, ALTHOUGH RELATIVE TO YOUR PHYSICAL AGE IT SHOULD BE MAY 24th, 2042. ANY DISCOMFORT YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW IS PART OF THE REANIMATION PROCESS, AND SHOULD BE FADING SHORTLY. YOUR MEMORIES MAY ALSO BE FOGGY, BUT WILL RETURN AFTER THE REANIMATION DRUGS HAVE PASSED OUT THE SYSTEM. PLEASE WHAT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY FUNCITIONAL, THEN PROCEED TO THE DECK FOR FURTHER INSTURUCTIONS. YOUR CONTAINOR SHOULD BE OPENING SHORTLY. WE TRUST YOU, CANA TAM.
Cana winced as the protective roof of his capsle slid way, revealing the harsh white lights of the Cabin. Although his muscles where still cramped, the stimulantion provided by the drugs allowed him to push himself up into a sitting postion and slide out onto the floor, wobbly legs supporting his 6' 1" frame. He turned his face to the floor, still shiny as the day he remembered, even though to the voice that was apperently 100 years ago. The pods where still the same shade of grey, the room still smelled of noxious byproduct fumes, and he even wore the same puke-green jumpsuit, with the insigna of the One World Government; a golden globe, planted squarly on the chest. As the mist started to fade away, he began recalling, a few things.
He had signed up, with more then a little motivation, to join the One World Government's colonization effort to the planet Lilac. They accepted him for the slightly odd reason that he haden't completed his agricultual major yet, something about wanting a fresh mind to work with the native vegitation or something, it was all so hazy. A nice man had taken him to the ship, given him some injections that had made him feel cold, and then POOF, he was here
"ERROR, failure in Stasis Sustainment Systems in Contanior 164B subject is deceased. ERROR, failure in Stasis Sustainment System in Contanior 165B, subject is deceased," the computer kept annoucing, each time stating the next number in line.
Cana tapped his drugged brian hard, trying to remember which Contaniors held his family. He knew they had arrived togther, so they would have been placed right next to eachother. He glanced at his own pod, which had the roma numeral I etched on it in scarlet letters. He glanced into the only one next to his, on the right. Gazing in with all the foucs he could muster, all he saw was what looked to be a pile of dust.
Breathing heavly now, he focused in on the next contanior, spotting a human looking feminan figure inside, being activly stabed by needles. They, at least, might have survived Lacking real balance, he stumbled across the hall, not noticing even a vaugly humaniod shape in any other the capsales in this cabin. Yet, on he went, smashing his lower half into what looked to be a microphone. " Computer," he despratly demanded in his still slured, not quite sure what else to do. "Please list all capsiles in the ship that have not undergone errors."
The death annoncements paused for a moment. " Contaniors 1A, 3A, 79B and 80B remain connected to the system and are activly reanimating peronel."
This Rp is Sci-Fi, revolving around the trouble caused by sabotage to a stasis colony ship, headed for the (aptly named) forest planet of Lilac, exactly one light-year away from Earth. When the ship arrives, everybody (except the sabitour) awakens only to find that the stasis systems in a majority of the bed have malfunction, leaving only four people alive on the whole ship. Worse, the survivors are two pairs of members from immedate families! (AKA Father, Mother, Daughter,Son,Brother,Sister). Add in a pushy computer system that is insturucted and equipt to expand the colony back to it's origional number, and chaos insues.
I plan on making this a long thread, with buildup and many, many odd scenarios. Sign-up will only require you to give me a short description of your character, physically and personality wise. Oh ya, and if you're the last person to sign-up, you can't be the same gender as everybody else.
--
The Backstorey- It was the year 2041, March 4th to be exact, when the One World Government's first attempt to establish a colony was finally starting. Astro-observation showed that a mostly earth-like planet, called Lilac, was located exactly 1 lightyear away from earth. It had proper oxygen levels, drinkable water, native flora and fauna, everything that a potential settlement would need to grow or thrive on it's own. The OWG's ship, the Constingency, was the first 100% effective stasis-ship, one that would keep it's 520 passangers from aging in their dreamy slumber during the 100 year voyage. It was loaded up with tools, families, supplies, and even medicene to fix gentic defect, which would occur quickly in such a small gene pool, and was lauched from the Americanadian Region's spacepad at Houstan, loaded up with an AI instructed and equipt to keep the colony alive and at respectable population levels using any means possable, including a few top-secret tools.
Little did they know, however, that something had gone horrably wrong.
Before they had been put to sleep, a certain passanger had sabotaged the stasis system's connection to a majority of the containment units, thus shutting of nutrent flow and causing death and decay of 516 of the passangers. They had ment to kill 518. The AI, in sleep mode to preserve energy, diden't notice, thus leading to the breaking down of all the stored tools, crop suppliments, planting seeds, and a majority of the food supply, leaving only the ship's ingrained electronics, 12 man weeks of protein paste, and one thousand boxs of Twinkies, which haven't even started to decay (this is just for laughs) Now, stranded on a starange world that isen't quite as hospitable as they expected, the four survivors must survive, thrive, and by the computer's whim grow, even if they have to do it with their own relatives.
Which they might (leaving option open)
----
Name: Cana Tam
Role on ship: General Colonist (collage-level Agricultural Major)
Age: 19
Hight: 6' 2"
Build: Uniform, healthy muslce tone, with long limbs.
Hair- Wavy Black
Eyes- Amber
Sexuality: Straight
Relative on Ship-
Cana is a very intellgent person, if also a tad strong-willed. He comes off with an aura of confidance and a steely eyed stare. In truth, however, he can never seem to keep himself in an arguement, simply putting up with whatever you toss at him until you get tired of it. Angery about the deaths, and if he finds out that somebody sabotaged the ship he'll rip their face off.
One Earth Government Stasis-Colony Vessel Constingency centrel processor online
/// Terran Solar Date June 18th 2142 Common Era. 5:21 PM Greenwitch.
Initilaizing arrival subroutines.... Alphanumaric code accepted.
Cabin 1 Pressure and content, Stablized and hospitable
Cabin 2 Pressure and content, Stablized and hospitable
Storage Cabin Pressure and content, Stablized and hhospitable
Solar Power Systems, 85 % capacity
Greenhouse Self-monitering Systems- 90% capacity
Water and waste reprocessing Systems- 71 % capacity
Bio-Signal subroutine intialized... Scanning bioryhethims of all colonists in preperation for reanimation. Scanning Contanior 1A... Subject alive, begining reanimation process. Scanning Contanior 2A... ERROR, failure in Stasis SustainmentSystems in Contanior 2A, subject is deceased. Scanning Contanior 3A... Subject alive, begining reanimation process. Scanning Contanior 4A. WARNING, NO CONTACT WITH ALL REMAINING CONTANIORS IN CABIN 1, ALL SUBJECTS BEHYOND THIS POINT ARE ASSUMED TO BE DESEASED. MOVING ON TO CABIN 2.
A thick grey mist covered the boy's vision as he somehow felt a shift in his world. Unitil just then , he had been surronded by the calming forests of the Great American North, and suddenly the fresh pine air, soft breeze, and chirping birds where replaced by cold steel, industrial chemicals, and a slight buzz. Something wasen't quite right...
"Ouch," his sluggish tounge manged to form the word as he felt a series of faint pricks along his arms, partnered with the distrubing feeling of metel on under his skin. What was going on here, he lay there motionlessly, every muslce in his body bound up tighter then Fort Knox. After a few minutes of the strange, dreamlike state, however, he suddenly felt a jolt of power hit his brain, and began to remember where he was, sort of. He remembered lying down here a long time ago, a nice doctor coming up and giving him a dose of chemicals cocktails that made him feel frozen inside, but it faded out after that.
"GREETINGS ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT ASTRO-COLONIST, a mechanical, masculine voice echoed through his little obque world. "WELCOME TO THE PLANET LILAC. THE CURRENT DATE IS JUNE 18TH, 2142 COMMON ERA, ALTHOUGH RELATIVE TO YOUR PHYSICAL AGE IT SHOULD BE MAY 24th, 2042. ANY DISCOMFORT YOU FEEL RIGHT NOW IS PART OF THE REANIMATION PROCESS, AND SHOULD BE FADING SHORTLY. YOUR MEMORIES MAY ALSO BE FOGGY, BUT WILL RETURN AFTER THE REANIMATION DRUGS HAVE PASSED OUT THE SYSTEM. PLEASE WHAT UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY FUNCITIONAL, THEN PROCEED TO THE DECK FOR FURTHER INSTURUCTIONS. YOUR CONTAINOR SHOULD BE OPENING SHORTLY. WE TRUST YOU, CANA TAM.
Cana winced as the protective roof of his capsle slid way, revealing the harsh white lights of the Cabin. Although his muscles where still cramped, the stimulantion provided by the drugs allowed him to push himself up into a sitting postion and slide out onto the floor, wobbly legs supporting his 6' 1" frame. He turned his face to the floor, still shiny as the day he remembered, even though to the voice that was apperently 100 years ago. The pods where still the same shade of grey, the room still smelled of noxious byproduct fumes, and he even wore the same puke-green jumpsuit, with the insigna of the One World Government; a golden globe, planted squarly on the chest. As the mist started to fade away, he began recalling, a few things.
He had signed up, with more then a little motivation, to join the One World Government's colonization effort to the planet Lilac. They accepted him for the slightly odd reason that he haden't completed his agricultual major yet, something about wanting a fresh mind to work with the native vegitation or something, it was all so hazy. A nice man had taken him to the ship, given him some injections that had made him feel cold, and then POOF, he was here
"ERROR, failure in Stasis Sustainment Systems in Contanior 164B subject is deceased. ERROR, failure in Stasis Sustainment System in Contanior 165B, subject is deceased," the computer kept annoucing, each time stating the next number in line.
Cana tapped his drugged brian hard, trying to remember which Contaniors held his family. He knew they had arrived togther, so they would have been placed right next to eachother. He glanced at his own pod, which had the roma numeral I etched on it in scarlet letters. He glanced into the only one next to his, on the right. Gazing in with all the foucs he could muster, all he saw was what looked to be a pile of dust.
Breathing heavly now, he focused in on the next contanior, spotting a human looking feminan figure inside, being activly stabed by needles. They, at least, might have survived Lacking real balance, he stumbled across the hall, not noticing even a vaugly humaniod shape in any other the capsales in this cabin. Yet, on he went, smashing his lower half into what looked to be a microphone. " Computer," he despratly demanded in his still slured, not quite sure what else to do. "Please list all capsiles in the ship that have not undergone errors."
The death annoncements paused for a moment. " Contaniors 1A, 3A, 79B and 80B remain connected to the system and are activly reanimating peronel."
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