Zulu made a note to laugh later, at Arkin And Kisara's little fight for command.

"How long are those scanners going to take?"

"A while." Zulu snapped. "Even as much as I hate it, I'm going to agree with Arkin. The fewer Xanths running in the corridors, the better." Zulu's whiskers twitched, and it felt weird to use her native language.

((I'd translate what Zulu said, but I'm gonna keep her cursing to a minimal. ))

((OOC - Almidi doesn't really have much to say right now, and I'm out of town for the week, so don't wait on my reply. ))

Umm, is it too late, or may I still post an application?

((OOC: New players are always welcome))

Name: Ailin Beld’rath

Gender: Female

Age: Sixteen

Position: Junior Mechanical Engineer/ Apprentice Medic

Species: Siliwain.

Silinwyon is an ice-covered planet, situated as far from its sun as its gravitational draw allows. The Siliwain survive, along with several other resilient (and as far as the Siliwain are concerned, rather delicious) species of animal, by their bodies creating a form of natural ‘antifreeze’, that prevents their blood from freezing solid in their veins. Social status is based largely on strength, endurance and athletic and hunting ability, and children of the Siliwain race are brought up in peak physical condition.

The Siliwain appears as a fairly primitive civilization; living in stone huts and caves on the planet’s surface. In appearance, they are largely humanoid, although standing on average about half a foot taller; the most obvious differences being their skin colour – which varies from a pale, silver-blue to a pastel yellow – and the colour of their hair, which ranges across the winter colour palette from silvery-white to a deep brown. The Siliwain are also far more resilient than the human race, and able to stand far lower temperatures, although they also tend to suffer more in hot weather.

Bio: Ailin was born on Silinwyon, and, despite being highly regarded for her physical ability, even at a young age found herself bored with the Siliwain society, and the tediousness of her lifestyle. So she practically rejoiced when a merchant from earth crash-landed on Silinwyon. Having gained a few skills in basic mechanical engineering from the pilot, in her usual reckless manner, she hitched a lift back to Earth. Despite the fact the she was, in truth, only ten, because of her evidently hugely capable mental ability, she managed to win a place at one of the top Earth universities for mechanics and after five years of training gained the necessary qualifications to become a ship’s onboard junior mechanic, and signed up to be part of a ship’s crew at the first opportunity she was given. Once part of a crew, however, she developed a fascination with the work of the medical officers she worked alongside, and, under the instruction of the various ship’s doctors she worked with, began her medical training.

In combat, Ailin’s strong preference lies with hand-to-hand; having never had any proper attack training, aside from hunting, her fighting lacks any real method or style, but it proves to be lethally effective, even in some of the most difficult situations.
One of Ailin’s most memorable traits is almost certainly her sudden mood swings. Nobody really knows their cause; she’s been experiencing them for far too long for them to be triggered by hormones - but they manage to make her appear hugely confusing, even to the people who know her well.

Her actions often appear random, somewhat senseless and occasionally stupid, although there is truth in the saying “there is method in madness” – the ends will almost certainly justify the means to most ‘stunts’ she pulls. Her loyalty is selective; she has a curious tendency to occasionally ‘forget’ orders she deems unnecessary, which therefore makes her somewhat unpopular with some of her bossier superiors. Tact is definitely not her strong point.

She is a recent addition to the crew of the Edelfrak. In other people, she naturally admires physical aptness, although she also appreciates people with a sense of humour. Although rather lacking in wit, she can at times be quite persuasive, largely because of her ability to irritate the sanity out of practically anybody she chooses. Never one to shy away from combat, she relishes the promise of a fight. She also has a somewhat macabre sense of humour.

Appearance: In human terms, Ailin is tall; around 6’3”. Her skin is a light shade of baby blue, and her long, straight, silver-white hair reaches to her hair when loose, although it is usually put in a twist to the side of her head, held in place with whatever she happens to have with her at the time; usually a pen or a screwdriver. In terms of facial features, she has a youthful appearance- unsurprisingly, as at only sixteen, she is still a remarkably young member of the crew. She has large, deep green eyes and a relatively pointed nose on a rounded face, which gives her an unusual but still attractive appearance.

For her, there is little left worth returning to on Earth, or on any other planet.

Open to storylines/connections!

((Welcome to the RP TheAppleNinja! Its great to see newer faces around here!))

Nine had been trained from a very young age to be brave, quick thinking, precise and how to, ultimately, be the perfect soldier. She also, through teaching herself, had learnt to sing, dance and overall entertain and be, well, ‘girly’. Ponytails, makeup and dresses combined with two older brothers, a well-trained father and natural talent for the life of a space explorer or guard. Of course, it runs through her blood. She had to reach her father’s expectations eventually.
Absent-mindedly, Nine’s slim, long fingers touched her scar, something makeup could never hide, that ran down the left of her face, starting just above her left eye. After all, everyone made mistakes.
And now she was here, almost forced to listen to the debates and reasoning of Kisara, Almidi and Arkin, though she didn’t catch every word they were saying, and soon she was completely lost with what was happening. Nine separated slightly from the group and sat down on the floor and gentle closed her eyes. If they needed her, which she doubted would be any time soon, she would be ready and alert. Right now, Nine wanted to just be with the safe thoughts of home.

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((OOC: Hey to our new RPers, Sunglasses93 and TheAppleNinja. I wanted Nine to be aproachable for everyone, she won't bite don't worry. Fell free for your characters to engage with her. ))

Ugh.

Ailin rubbed her eyes to try and shift the fuzzy haze that was clouding her vision. How long had she been out? Longer than the rest of the crew, evidently; a few familiar people were wandering round, and by an open door she could see a cluster of people, among them, she recognised Arkin, the medical officer - here she made a mental note to approach him at a later time, maybe for some training - and one of the women she could identify as Kisara, the first officer. Slowly, she unfolded her legs and stood up, wincing as a few of her joints clicked.

Questions buzzed in her mind. Why had she been lying in the- wait, where was she anyway? She looked around, taking in the scene in front of her. She appeared to be in some sort of... cargo hold. But... how?

She probed back through her memories, hoping for some recollection of how she had ended up here. She remembered... yes, she had been tinkering with some sort of old music player she'd acquired at some time or other, when the piercing wail of the alarm had cut through the ship, sending her sprinting down the corridor to offer help against whatever was going on. And then... the ground had leapt up to greet her face. And somebody turned the lights off... or maybe she just passed out. After that, there was little, aside from some shadowy memories she wasn't sure were just dreams, of being untied, and something- someone- administering... medicine? An antidote?

Ailin took a cautious step forward, misjudged herself entirely and staggered against the wall. Whoa, Ailin, take it easy, she told herself. Whatever they used to knock you out has really messed you up.

So what now? This was evidently not the Edelfrak, so the best thing to do would be try and find out what was going on, and try to help get everyone off and back to safety. Yes, a plan!
The formulation of some sort of strategy, even a vague one, and her sudden burst of determination quickly boosted her mood again. Gathering herself together, she moved across the floor and towards the doorway, stopping when she saw a woman sitting on the floor a little way from the cluster of people. She had dark hair and a fringe, and Ailin recognised her vaguely as being someone from security, someone who she'd never really talked to much.
Maybe she was hurt? Maybe the knock out gas was still affecting her? It was the least she could do to make sure she was all right.

Ailin sat down on the floor beside the girl.
"Hi," she said brightly. "Are you okay?"

((OOC: Hello everyone! I've been reading some of the previous posts, and I have to say this RP is awesome!
Oh, and I hope its clear the the woman is Nine.... hope that's alright?))

Nine was startled by Ailin's approach. Nine had just started to dream of her brothers, her father as well. Of their home and how it felt, the safety... It had actually helped clear her brain a bit and managed to make her feel less anxious. She looked up at the girl, young. Pretty. She vaguely remembered her as Ailin, though they had never really spoken, Nine knew just about everything and everyone on the ship.
"Wow, kid, you gave me a scare. Yeah, I'm fine. Just resting my eyes. Have you just woken up from being knocked out?" Nine looked at the girl with interest, but Nine's voice also showed concern. "If so, maybe Arkin should have a look at you." She quickly looked to make sure Arkin was close by and hadn't suddenly upped-and-left. Nine carefully and gracefully got up, her hand momentary rested on her emergency dagger rested near her waist. The anxious feeling was slowly creeping up on her again.

(OOC: Yeah that's fine. Sorry for the short post, but lack of inspiration but it should get the conversation and action starting. Hope that is alright with everyone. ))

At Ailin's greeting, the woman broke from her reverie and turned to her.
"Wow, kid, you gave me a scare. Yeah, I'm fine. Just resting my eyes. Have you just woken up from being knocked out? If so, maybe Arkin should have a look at you."

Ailin responded to this with a shrug and a smile.

"Hey, don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

She sprang to her feet as her companion rose, blinking as her vision swam slightly. The girl seemed tense - Ailin noticed her hand rest briefly on the dagger in her belt.
Ailin never carried weapons; they always ended up irritating her and hindering her fighting.

Now she remembered-

"Nine, isn't it?" she asked. "So I guess I'm not the first person to ask you this, but do you have any idea what's going on?"

Zulu touched the bridge of her nose with two fingers, pinching slightly as she grew more agitated. They were getting no where. And people were waking up faster now, meaning more people to calm down. The rat-woman swore under her breath, closing her eyes as her brain attempted to process it all. Absently she reminded her self to find a dagger of some sort, as her hair was becoming extremely annoying. Her tail was coiled behind her legs, the tip twitching at times.

"How about we all shut the hell up, and some one comes up with a worth while plan!"

Zulu spoke angrily, her voice filled with venom. Her whiskers were twitching faster then normal, and her feet were gripping the ground. She suddenly wished that Arkin was standing closer, and she could sock him again.

((OOC: Guys, sorry for my brief (and continuing absence). I am moving today, and will probably be completely busy unpacking for the next day or two. Then I will get the voting post up, unless I hear otherwise that people do not wish to vote at this time))

((OOC: Sounds good Furry - I think we neet a voting at this time to get things going again... ))

Name: Kin 'Gstripe
Age: 421
Position: Scientist/ Weapon inventor
Species: Sangheli, a race of reptiles that love war, home planet of Sanghelios
Sanghelios is a nice, warm tropical planet that most humans would think is Heaven on Ear... well not exactly "on Earth" but heaven anyway.
Bio: Hated by his culture because of his... erm... physical augmentation experiments on small children (adding animal hormones to upgrade strength, etc.) he was banished from his home and wants to start a new life.
Anything else you'd like to include: Has a deep voice, often growls when trying to scare off danger.
Picture or physical description: URL below

http://kingstripe.webs.com/apps/pho...hotoid=96793001
Stands at about 7 feet tall, even with the hunched back.

Last edited by kingstripe : 28th Aug 2010 at 09:02 PM.

Suddenly, a crash woke up Kin.
He hit the emergency exit button on his thermo-sleep chamber, and a hatch opened below him. He walked around in his new surroundings, and found that he... was in a hall. "Well," he said to himself, "I might as well find someone else."
He checked the sleep-time on his capsule, "Four hundred years? good thing i was in thermo-sleep or i would be a shriveled up old geezer by now."

And with that, he walked down the hall, not knowing who... or what... lay ahead...

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Was that ok? this my first time RPing on forums, please tell me if i need improvement.

((Please excuse the large gap between my posts. I will not be posting for at least another week.))

Almidi didn’t know what to make of the strain between Arkin and Kisara, and she was then rather surprised to hear Zulu agree with Arkin. For a moment Almidi hoped that perhaps Zulu was attempting to put the earlier altercation behind them. She also wondered what xanths were, but she guessed it was nothing nice and simply made a mental note to look it up when they were out of this mess.

Unfortunately, Zulu’s next rant dispelled that hope. "How about we all shut the hell up, and some one comes up with a worth while plan!" she snapped; clearly on edge.

While she may have appeared calm, Almidi was stressed and afraid, and this latest display of aggression pushed her to the point of losing her temper. She turned to Zulu and was about to lay into her with a tirade of her own, but she stopped herself short. Zulu had already proven unwilling to listen to calm reason, it was doubtful that the anger on the tip of Almidi's tongue would be well received, and they didn’t have time to deal with another violent outburst.

Thus, she clamped down on her words, took a deep breath to reign in her anger, and in a flat voice said, “I thought we were coming up with a plan… apparently I was wrong…" She paused for a moment and then with a slightly raised eyebrow continued, "I do believe you are right though. We have not all been contributing as much as we could.” Turning to Kisara, she returned to her normal tone as she said, “With your permission, I will begin making an inventory of what we have available to us.” Then she turned back to Zulu, and in the same flat voice said, “I will send any data pads to you as soon as I locate them."

With that she began to go amongst the crew and civilians, and asking what they had with them. She enlisted the assistance of a couple cadets who looked like they needed something to do to bring any data pads to Zulu. As she spoke with the others, she made a mental list that grouped the items into three categories: weapons, potentially useful, and no obvious use as of yet.

((OCC: Sorry for the lack of replies. First week back at school and all... My reply should be up by friday... maybe saturday. I have a stressful week. ))

Kisara Started rubbing her head, wishing that the captain had been there to help out. He was a wise man and had always been good at making fast decisions. One of the things she was worst at. She tendet to think things over to much... Damn this ****

When Zulu spoke again, Kisara stopped and clenched her fists. Silently counting to 10, not to punch the Rattus Sapien. Starting a fight would really be the absolut worst thing to do right now, she reminded her self.
However after reaching 10 she was still to angry to speak. Luckily Almidi took the word. - She had to promote that woman!

“I thought we were coming up with a plan… apparently I was wrong… I do believe you are right though. We have not all been contributing as much as we could.”
After that she turned to Kisara suggesting to make an inventory list - another perfect idea from the Kinthran...

Kisara Watched while Almidi started making her way through the crowd, asking everyone what they had on them and noting their answers, without having to write enything down.
It really was strange that there were so few Kinthrans in the Confederation fleet. Their minds where extraordinary - the perfect officer...

Just standing by watching like this was propably not the best signal to send. So Kisara Desided to start picking out a team for a potentiel investigation of the closest area. She was planning to go with them her self, so the biggest issue was: who to leave in charge...

((Sorry that it took me so long to answer, it's been a pretty stressfull week. Hopefully we will get on soon ))

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Zulu listened with little interest in what Almidi had to say, and after she'd gone off to collect useful things, the Rattus Sapien walked over to one of the walls, and sat down with a data pad that had simply been lying there. Quietly fidgeting with it, Zulu's mind wandered, and soon she had her kness pulled up to her chest, and her head hiding in her hands.

(( Hi everybody! OK The RP has been standing still for over a month now... It's really sad, cus I thought it was great fun!! Are people loosing interest?? It's just a wondering...
Furry What do you think. I just thought a comment was needed at this point. PLEASE LET'S CONTINUE!! ))

((I don't know whats happened! Its sad to see this RP die so suddenly! And when things were finally starting to get on the road!

I haven't lost interest, its simply that no one else has posted..))

((I'm still here as well. I've got a post in the works, but I wasn't sure if anyone else was still interested.))

ETA:

Making her way through the crowd, Almidi kept a calm demeanor as she assured the others that they were coming up with a plan. Internally however, she was still seething at Zulu, and the more she tried to figure the her out, the more exasperated she became.

Almidi knew that Zulu was in the Confederation by choice as the Confederation didn’t conscript, and yet practically everything Zulu had said and done seemed to indicate the contrary. She found herself wondering if her behavior was typical of Rattus Sapiens. She knew a little about their culture, but apparently not enough, and she was now lamenting that lack of information.

If this is how they treat comrades, I would not want to see how they treat enemies, she thought as she glanced around the hold. It was then that she noticed Zulu with her face buried in her hands and, once again, she didn’t quite know what to think. If Zulu had been a Kinthran or human, then that posture would be indicative of a moment of despair or vulnerability. However, if was a Breodgin, it would mean that she was in a state of battle meditation and interrupting her would be highly ill advised. Meanwhile, if she had been a Shrivon… well she was pretty certain that Zulu wasn’t doing that…

Altering her course, Almidi considered the possibilities as she began working her way toward Zulu. If that posture had similar meanings for their species, then she was wondering how to approach. Though she rather doubted that anything she had said would have actually bothered Zulu, she was fairly certain that she wouldn’t want anyone to have noticed what could be perceived as a moment of weakness.

Though, she wanted to ask if Zulu wanted to talk about whatever was troubling her, she wasn’t going to take that route before gaining a feel for Zulu’s frame of mind. Also, while she was slightly concerned, she was careful not to show it lest Zulu view it as pity. Thus, Almidi kept her voice casual and courteous, and with a look of polite interest said, “I am sorry to bother you, but do you have anything in addition to your laser tool?”
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((Here's hoping this helps get the ball rolling again. ))

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Name: Cyhn D'oll (pronounced s-i-n d-a-h-o-l)
Age: 21
Position: head of the natural scince department (speciallizes in eco science, reaseching new species, plants, planets etc)
Species: Half Neaurian half unknown
Bio/culture of species: Neaur is a small planet that is mostly dense rainforest, it's a very cultural and ancient planet that runs by it's own government and rules. Still controlled by the royal Neaurian family, the Neaurian people strictly believe in hierarchy and pure/non pure blood. They are usually a peaceful race but in order to keep the peace, everyone is separated into ranks according to their blood. The environment is very important to the people and some of the galaxies greatest natural scientists come from Neaur. Neaur is happy to have visitors but if they dare to halm the natural rainforests, animals or people the royal family won't think twice about a brutal punishment.
Bio: Cyhn was born into the Neaur royal family as the first daughter, this made her extremely valuable as the royal family hadn't given birth to a female in many years, it was a sign of good luck to be blessed with a daughter. However, when Cyhn turned 13 she formed large black feathered wings this was a sign that she was not of pure Neaurian blood. Soon after the shocking reveal the king found out that Cyhn's mother had an affair with a foreigner before Cyhn's birth. The queen of Neaur was destroyed that night and the princess was taken away. The king had no choice but to send away his only daughter as the laws of Neaur stated only pure bloods could be in the royal family and although he still loved his ‘daughter’ he had to obey the law. Cyhn was taken to a remote science facility on one of Neaur's many small moons where she grew up under the guidance of the scientists there. She learned all about natural science and quickly became a brilliant scientist however she lost all her emotion, concentrating only on her work and forgetting her family. When she turned 21, she was asked by her friend and mentor to leave the science lab and join the Edelfrak hopefully it would allow her regain her emotions and start to live a ‘fuller’ life then just spending every hour in the science lab. She reluctantly agreed to sign up as she figured that she could be a valuable asset and maybe meet someone like her.
Anything else you'd like to include: Cyhn often sounds depressed and hardly will ever smile let alone laugh. She’s very practical and responsible and will usually come across as very cold and emotionless (as she is.) she has a hard time making friends and tries to drown herself in her work rather than socialize however maybe there is someone out there that who will be able to break her emotional gates. She is very knowledgeable and often replies to people with facts rather then what she feels, hiding behind her knowledge is what helps her deal with her childhood trauma.
Picture or physical description: she has typical light purple Neaurian skin, Dark hair and silver eyes however she has foreign wings that come from an unknown race. She wears a tight black dress and heels most of the time except when working in the science lab. She is of tall and thin build with long limbs and narrow reptilian eyes. Because of her wings she can fly however she rarely does because she feels that it makes her even more of an outsider.



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is applications still allowed? i notice that the thread is kinda in-active but maybe this might start it up again as it looks really good!
thanks- Falloutchild

((Falloutchild - I think your application is awesome! The thread is slightly inactive, but that doesn't mean you can't join! I think applications are still allowed, but its really up to FurryPanda. Wonderful picture, by the way.))