Michael stirred awake, doing his best to focus on the world around him. The ringing in his ears was slowly replaced by the words of a man. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite remember who it was. Coordinates flashed on his space suit's HUD, along with the voice that told him to proceed to that location. Michael put his hand to his communicator.
"Understood, on my way."
The scientist reached for the release handles on the doors. He pulled each one, giving out the sound of pneumatic pressure being released as he did so. When he had pulled all four, the door exploded outwards onto the sandy ground below. Michael could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin through his suit, but a quick adjustment to his suit allowed him to regulate the temperature automatically. He stepped out into the desert, still in a daze.
Michael surveyed the area around him. Perhaps it was best to get a good look of the surroundings before proceeding.
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Micheal, you see many, many different strange rocks glowing in what appears to be an endless sand.
You don't know what they are, but they look like they could have been used as a power source, hinted by the presence of shards of metal and broken bits of engineering.
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Michael stretched his arms as he looked around. It seemed that there were many strange rocks in the sand, along with bits of pieces of more complex machinery. He could only surmise and hypothesize that the stones were probably old power sources. The scientist instinctively marked his own coordinates on the map for later use. Perhaps these stones could be harvested, or at the very least, the engineering salvaged.
The scientist walked back into the crashed escape pod, retrieving the survival kit along with his gear. He was lucky to have been able to save some of his equipment, namely his laptop before departing. Michael held the needlegun in his arms. It was shaped like a long rifle, with a simple, but functional 4x scope. He checked the ammunition and did a quick inspection of his gear before setting out to head to the designated coordinates.
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Congrats. Everybody playing has now left their pods. So I guess we can get a move on with this story then. You all arrive at my pod. Who am I? Well... say hello to James. Here's his file.
Name of character: James
Race of character: Human
Description of race (if it it is made-up): Not made up.
Backstory of character (Were you adopted? Did you know their real
parents? How did you come to be a part of the OTB?): Grew up wanting to be a chemist, but it become outdated science, so he became a spacefarer instead and joined the OTB.
What items do you have? (You are allowed one backpack, a slim design space
suit, a bottle of water, a lighter, 5 rations, one simple gun of your
choice, a crowbar, and a couple of other things that you choose, like
trinkets or more survival gear.): All listed things, semi-automatic pistol, a hacking device, and some
rope.
Description of character (What skills do you have? What do you look
like?): Has a lot of charisma and has above average smarts, but isn't too
strong. Has moderate dexterity and perception. Not very good at
holding his own in a straight fight, but uses slightly more stealth and teamwork to overcome obstacles. About 160cm height, 50kg weight,
black hair, rather slender body, brown eyes.
James: There you all are. Alright. We better find shelter. We don't know what the night will be like on this planet. What do you all have to report?
Michael fidgeted in place slightly, having been exhausted by the journey to the coordinates. He noticed Janine already present where James was waiting idly. They were discussing their plans to find shelter for the night.
"If this is anything like a desert, then the night will probably be cold." the scientist said as he got closer to the pair.
"Anyway, the only things of interest I've seen so far are the rocks and machinery near my pod. I hypothesize that they may be power sources."
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Yes, the night will be cold, and the day will be hot, but that might not be our only problem. What I fear is that this planet may have life... dangerous life. But then again, possibly not. So we should find a shelter that will protect us from the sun and the cold of night. We could split up... but that could be dangerous. If there is life, one of us could get caught out alone, 50 miles away from the nearest one of us, and that might not be pretty. On the other hand, if we stick together, the search will be slower, and night might surprise us. So... what do you guys think?
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Fang interupts the conversation by suddenly dropping down from the pod fang does not remember the peoples faces but he only recocnized james so he sniffed the others trying to remember but then he did then sat down like a puppy dog and twisted his head in confusion
"Good idea, Janine. Just what I'm thinking. I don't think it matters where we go, it's impossible to tell if we'll find anything anywhere. For the sake of simplicity, we'll go north."
James turns to Michael
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Michael snapped to attention when James had asked him a question. It seems that there was little choice but to go on a gamble.
"I suppose that's good enough for now." he suggested, "I think its best we mark our coordinates for now in case we get lost."
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"Good idea." James programmes his current coordinates to his navigation system. "We better move fast. The sun is already starting to move down." And with that, he sets off north.
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I don't entirely remember what happened. I believe there was an error in the engine somewhere... a bad fuel or something. I have no idea how much of Bravo is still out there. Maybe they all died, maybe they're all still alive. Anyhow, I wasn't able to contact anybody else. Their communications must have been destroyed.
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Michael trudged along, slinging the needlegun around his right shoulder idly. He tried to make sense of the area as he walked, making note of anything of interest. The scientist heard James and Janine discussing the remnants of Omega Team Bravo, speculating of their whereabouts and the cause of the crash.
"Hmm... I doubt a simple engine failure would warrant a crash landing." Michael piped up as he walked alongside the pair.
"I don't have that much to go on as of now, but I think we can try and figure out why we crashed later." he suggested, urging the group to find shelter.
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Nothing yet. We should be on the lookout for overhangs that we could use as roofing, and something that we could use to block an opening when night comes if our shelter isn't completely covered. Unfortunately, this planet may only be a lump of sand by now. The only things that we know about are those strange rocks and engineering... maybe that was from another ship that crashed here and never made it off. If that's the case, it might still have functioning long-range communications that we can use to contact help, or at least something to help us build one ourselves.
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Michael stirred awake, doing his best to focus on the world around him. The ringing in his ears was slowly replaced by the words of a man. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite remember who it was. Coordinates flashed on his space suit's HUD, along with the voice that told him to proceed to that location. Michael put his hand to his communicator.
"Understood, on my way."
The scientist reached for the release handles on the doors. He pulled each one, giving out the sound of pneumatic pressure being released as he did so. When he had pulled all four, the door exploded outwards onto the sandy ground below. Michael could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin through his suit, but a quick adjustment to his suit allowed him to regulate the temperature automatically. He stepped out into the desert, still in a daze.
Michael surveyed the area around him. Perhaps it was best to get a good look of the surroundings before proceeding.
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Micheal, you see many, many different strange rocks glowing in what appears to be an endless sand.
You don't know what they are, but they look like they could have been used as a power source, hinted by the presence of shards of metal and broken bits of engineering.
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Michael stretched his arms as he looked around. It seemed that there were many strange rocks in the sand, along with bits of pieces of more complex machinery. He could only surmise and hypothesize that the stones were probably old power sources. The scientist instinctively marked his own coordinates on the map for later use. Perhaps these stones could be harvested, or at the very least, the engineering salvaged.
The scientist walked back into the crashed escape pod, retrieving the survival kit along with his gear. He was lucky to have been able to save some of his equipment, namely his laptop before departing. Michael held the needlegun in his arms. It was shaped like a long rifle, with a simple, but functional 4x scope. He checked the ammunition and did a quick inspection of his gear before setting out to head to the designated coordinates.
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Congrats. Everybody playing has now left their pods. So I guess we can get a move on with this story then. You all arrive at my pod. Who am I? Well... say hello to James. Here's his file.
Name of character: James
Race of character: Human
Description of race (if it it is made-up): Not made up.
Backstory of character (Were you adopted? Did you know their real
parents? How did you come to be a part of the OTB?): Grew up wanting to be a chemist, but it become outdated science, so he became a spacefarer instead and joined the OTB.
What items do you have? (You are allowed one backpack, a slim design space
suit, a bottle of water, a lighter, 5 rations, one simple gun of your
choice, a crowbar, and a couple of other things that you choose, like
trinkets or more survival gear.): All listed things, semi-automatic pistol, a hacking device, and some
rope.
Description of character (What skills do you have? What do you look
like?): Has a lot of charisma and has above average smarts, but isn't too
strong. Has moderate dexterity and perception. Not very good at
holding his own in a straight fight, but uses slightly more stealth and teamwork to overcome obstacles. About 160cm height, 50kg weight,
black hair, rather slender body, brown eyes.
James: There you all are. Alright. We better find shelter. We don't know what the night will be like on this planet. What do you all have to report?
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Michael fidgeted in place slightly, having been exhausted by the journey to the coordinates. He noticed Janine already present where James was waiting idly. They were discussing their plans to find shelter for the night.
"If this is anything like a desert, then the night will probably be cold." the scientist said as he got closer to the pair.
"Anyway, the only things of interest I've seen so far are the rocks and machinery near my pod. I hypothesize that they may be power sources."
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Yes, the night will be cold, and the day will be hot, but that might not be our only problem. What I fear is that this planet may have life... dangerous life. But then again, possibly not. So we should find a shelter that will protect us from the sun and the cold of night. We could split up... but that could be dangerous. If there is life, one of us could get caught out alone, 50 miles away from the nearest one of us, and that might not be pretty. On the other hand, if we stick together, the search will be slower, and night might surprise us. So... what do you guys think?
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Fang interupts the conversation by suddenly dropping down from the pod fang does not remember the peoples faces but he only recocnized james so he sniffed the others trying to remember but then he did then sat down like a puppy dog and twisted his head in confusion
Oh... hello, Fang. What is it?
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"How did we got here?" he asked "and what are we going to do" he continued
"I don't know how we got here, Fang."
"Good idea, Janine. Just what I'm thinking. I don't think it matters where we go, it's impossible to tell if we'll find anything anywhere. For the sake of simplicity, we'll go north."
James turns to Michael
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Michael snapped to attention when James had asked him a question. It seems that there was little choice but to go on a gamble.
"I suppose that's good enough for now." he suggested, "I think its best we mark our coordinates for now in case we get lost."
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"Good idea." James programmes his current coordinates to his navigation system. "We better move fast. The sun is already starting to move down." And with that, he sets off north.
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I don't entirely remember what happened. I believe there was an error in the engine somewhere... a bad fuel or something. I have no idea how much of Bravo is still out there. Maybe they all died, maybe they're all still alive. Anyhow, I wasn't able to contact anybody else. Their communications must have been destroyed.
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Michael trudged along, slinging the needlegun around his right shoulder idly. He tried to make sense of the area as he walked, making note of anything of interest. The scientist heard James and Janine discussing the remnants of Omega Team Bravo, speculating of their whereabouts and the cause of the crash.
"Hmm... I doubt a simple engine failure would warrant a crash landing." Michael piped up as he walked alongside the pair.
"I don't have that much to go on as of now, but I think we can try and figure out why we crashed later." he suggested, urging the group to find shelter.
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Nothing yet. We should be on the lookout for overhangs that we could use as roofing, and something that we could use to block an opening when night comes if our shelter isn't completely covered. Unfortunately, this planet may only be a lump of sand by now. The only things that we know about are those strange rocks and engineering... maybe that was from another ship that crashed here and never made it off. If that's the case, it might still have functioning long-range communications that we can use to contact help, or at least something to help us build one ourselves.
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((Is this dead?))
It's dead although I don't want it to be.
Also, don't necropost.
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I'm not declaring it dead, it died all on it's own. Although, I guess that's a good idea. Welp.
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The planet started blowing up. If there's anybody out there...
This is James signing off for one last time.
END TRANSMISSION
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