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Post by Kengplant on Mar 10, 2007 17:44:17 GMT -5
((We need to get some of this RPing started! You can RP as already being there, or just joining. Chances are though, you'll be relatively new to your position, unless of course your Strife, cause he's cool like that.))
Keng stepped off the small transport vessel and into the hanger for new arrivals on the moon's space station. She had picked up a ride from a small interstellar travel station in tabloid town that had just gotten started. She'd though that because it was so new, the ships would be too, or so she had thought. While they weren't to horrible, they were just a little rickety, though nothing byonde what a little TLC couldn't fix, and nothing to life threatening.
There were a few other new recruits getting off the ship with her. She'd talked to a few of them, but had spent a lot of the trip over, which had taken about 6hrs, reading. She hadn't brought to much with her, and most of the possesions she deemed necessary to bring fit into a small brown sack which she now slung over her shoulder.
Now as she stepped into the station she was quite impressed though it was a relatively small terminal as far as space terminals were concerned. It was in much better condition than the ship she had just stepped off of. There were a few ships there, most of them bigger than the transport vessel, and various hands running about. Most of them were human or at least from earth, but one or two she wasn't so sure about.
The most interesting scene was one by the departing section, where a large crate labeled "Caution! Live animal! Do not feed, keep clear of shinies." The scientists around the crate seemed to be keeping their distance, while the ones loading it onto the ship were clearly nervous. From where she stood she heard a muffled sound that sounded something to the effect of 'Nmmr que smash! *muffling* Cookiecookie SHINY!'
As the crate was packed away and the ship's door closed there was an audible sigh of relief from the scientists.
Keng watched in curiosity as the event unfloded, and, though she did not know what was in the crate, judge from the scientists's expressions that she didn't want it getting out, and shared their relief. These thoughts were interrupted by an announcement over the loud speakers.
All new recruits report to the registration desk and bag check.
It called. Well, she guessed she should get to it, and followed the signs to check in. She figured she'd get her weapons back, which had been taken and put into the cargo hold when she was boarding ship for security reasons.
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 11, 2007 16:06:23 GMT -5
((YAY RP))
((…What’s TLC?))
The registration desk was staffed by three security guards sitting behind various pieces of scanning equipment. They looked busy and irritated, which was understandable considering the number of people they were trying to process.
“Got any bags? How about medical conditions?” barked the security guard when Amneiger made it to the head of the line.
“No.”
"Magic items?"
"I've got a pair of glasses that help me read faster."
“Fine. Put your right thumb on the fingerprint scanner and look into the retinal reader.” He complied while she waved something that vaguely resembled a metal detector wand at him.
“Okay, you’re good,” said the guard. She reached into a box and pulled out a thick brown envelope. “In there is a copy of the rules and regulations, along with a map. You’ll be in residence sector S; go there for your room number and key. Your luggage will be delivered to your room in about an hour or so. Keep moving, you’re blocking the line. NEXT!”
Amneiger jumped off to the side. As the guard began to talk to the next person, he opened the packet and began to read.
((Edit: changed to make slightly more sense.))
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 11, 2007 16:33:02 GMT -5
((TLC= Tender Loving Care))
"Are there any medical conditions, including diseases or any other ailment you'd like to report?" asked one of the screeners.
"Uhh..." Oooouuu, that's a tricky one to explain... thought Keng as she grappled with how to best tell a complete stranger that she was a werewolf. "Yes." she decided on.
There was a pause as the man waited for elaboration. "And they would be..."
"Umm.. well, let's see, how can I put this..."
"You can fill out a form if you want, and it will be confidential to the medical team and security only. That is so long as it's not contagious. Is it?"
"Umm, no, no it isin't. So long as I don't bite anyone anyway."
At this the man raised a questioning eyebrow. "Whatever. Just drop it down that chute over there when you've filled it our." he said handing her a medical sheet.
She was suprised to find there was a category to match her condition. Two actually. "Paranormal" and "Feral Infections".
She then proceeded to have her bag scanned, for the third or fourth time that day, and got herself registered on the ship, this allowing for a return of her weapons and a sort of small welcome package including a map and set of rules. She supposed she would get a schedual later.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2007 21:18:50 GMT -5
Echo leaped happily off the spacebus, suitcases in tow and trailing behind her. A small cat-like creature was perched atop her messy ponytail, surveying the chaos on the Spacefleet ship. Her gray ears twitched happily, honing into various conversations. She smelled a faint scent of a werewolf around...she stored that information for later reference. Echo made her way to the front desk, and grabbed a form from the guard. She pushed the power button, and the hologram popped up. She whipped out a stylus from her belt and filled it out, double checking to make sure it was all correct. Once it was completed, she sent it down the correct chute, and proceeded to have her bags checked. After everything ((and every critter)) was scanned, she proceeded to her quarters.
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 12, 2007 14:42:32 GMT -5
Amneiger spent the next three hours wandering around the station.
The map itself was 27 sheets of paper detailing every level of the station. Only major corridors were marked, and the various sectors were simply large blocks of color. This wouldn’t have been as much of a problem is there hadn’t been all those little side corridors; Amneiger had spent half an hour in the maintenance sector before realizing he was headed the wrong way. He finally arrived at Residence Sector S tired and with sore feet.
On the other hand, he knew a lot more about the station then the recruits who had simply asked for directions.
The guard at the front desk for the sector looked up. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for my room.”
“Right. Name and occupation?”
“Amneiger, robotics.”
“Room 1180. There’s a fingerprint lock.”
“Thanks.”
The room itself was fairly simple: a bed, a desk with a chair, a closet set in the wall. Amneiger’s suitcases were on the bed; on the floor were two boxes marked “Fragile: This Side Up.” Amneiger sat himself down in the chair and stared blearily at the boxes. He’d have to move them to the labs tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2007 18:37:36 GMT -5
Echo's room, to her delight, was located across the hall from Leoness and Strife's. She squealed happily ((even though they weren't in at the moment)) and inserted her key card. The door whoosed open, sliding smoothly into the wall. She peered inside. The walls were a bright white. Nothing she couldn't fix. She took in her surroundings. There was a bed that stored in the wall when not in use...she didn't really need it. But it would be cool to put her doggy bed under a fort... There was what she presumed to be a closet door over on the other wall, a few shelves, And a desk with an egg chair. She loved egg chairs. They were perfect for spinning.
She saw her crates and put her bags beside it. After doodling out a layout on a scrap of paper, she Began to unpack.
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Post by zhunter on Mar 12, 2007 20:48:01 GMT -5
((Thought I'd finally invest some time in a post so I could join this role-play. Nice job getting some activity, Keng. ^;;^))
The ship was pulled in steadily & finally was flipped into landing diagnostics manually. This was a good day for flying afterall. The only thing that could put a damper on that was complaining passengers. X adjusted the settings on the moniter & then pressed the RAMP button. They were now on the Moon Space Station (MSS). Even this did make the mood in the pilot's seat brighter.
X maintained optimum power until the last passenger had gotten off & then he switched the computer off & stepped out into the passenger's area. It wasn't a brilliantly large cruiser or even a medium-sized one at that, but X always could book passengers for his speedy flights. He was good at what he did & they knew it. His charter ship, ZU-788A was a cross between cargo & cruiser giving him the best of both worlds.
Locking the sleek spacecraft he stepped out & breathed the synth-air. It wasn't the NTWF, but it wasn't too bad either. Taking one last look at his cruiser he felt a sense of admiration in his ship. A black exterior finish with a white interior setting gave it a sanitary style with an edge. The common people booked it as well as noblemen. Both types agreed that they enjoyed their ride.
Slinging his satchel over his shoulder he secured the hand gun in it's pouch & started off through the checkpoint. Although he had just gotten his license not two weeks ago he had a reputation that preceded him. Of course usually in flying most new pilots do. Just not most of the unknown ones. He passed through the pilot's checkpoint & typed in his passcode as he went on through.
He planned to refuel, load up supplies, & then hop back to the NTWF with more passengers looking to go home. All in all it was a pretty simple life that he lead. And it was always profitable, which made him happy.
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 12, 2007 21:12:35 GMT -5
((Thanks shino))
Having made it thorugh the check in, keng proceeded to search for her quarters. She had to stop and move aside into a corner where she wouldn't be tripped over for a moment to make sense of the maps. She was pretty decent at map reading, and figured that finding her way around labelled hallways would be much easier that stumbling around the haunted woods. She was right, and soon enough found her quaters in Residence Sector R. To her right was Sector S and to her left, a few doors down, was Sector T. She wondere how many residence sections, and decided she would check her maps later.
"Name and occupation?" asked an attendent, not waiting to be asked.
"Keng ((Uhh.. QUICK make up a last name!)) Skywalker ((jk)) Dapplewood. Ground combat."
"Right, you're in room 1072. You'll be bunked with another recruit when they get here. You're thumb is your key. Schedual will be on your wall."
"Thank you sir."
Her room was near the front of the hallway, which she was grateful for. Pressing her thumb to the scanner, she became worried when it rejected it. So she frowned and tried again. Still nothing. She looked at her thumb accusingly, as if it was it's fault. It turned out it was. There was fur on it obstructing the scan.
"Idiot." she scolded herself. Of course being on the moon would affect her condition. She reached behind her neck and adjusted her setting, increasing the strength of the artificial sun rays, and was satisfied to see the fur retract into her skin.
She tried the scanner again. There was a click, and the door swung open. Ah! Finally!
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Post by Tirilia on Mar 13, 2007 16:40:51 GMT -5
"All new recruits report to the registration desk and bag check."The voice blares from the loud speaker right above her head, shattering through a rather pleasant dream. A shudder runs down her back, causing her spines to rattle loudly together. One of her four eyes edges open and she notices that the carrier seems to have stopped moving. "Rrrrr..." she growls, rising to her feet and stretching. She always did have a knack for keeping away unwanted attention. Being a Shape Shifter certainly helps. For the flight with so many strangers, she had chosen the form of a Nexu . Now she rises to her hind legs and the beast like form reshapes into a tall, attractive woman. Clothing forms on her body as if it were part of her skin. Which in fact it is, but it seems to do the job none the less. Not one instant is she left naked. Two unusual things about her.. for one, a long, well kept, bushy snow leopard tail swings idly behind her, curling near its tip to avoid touching the floor. And two long wolf like ears sit atop her head. Both tail and ears are white with beautifully patterned spots. Her heeled boots click on the metal walkways as she approaches the registration desk. The guards who had seen her transformation simply stare. One of the younger members jaws is dropped. She flashes him an attractive smile, speaking with a tone as sweet and smooth as honey, with a slight accent that would be difficult to place, "I once knew a man who caught a wamprat that way." He instantly shuts his jaw and clears his throat. "Ur.. Uh.. Name?" "Zarah Leideen" "Occupation?" She smiles charmingly "Mercenary" The three guards look up at her in surprise but she doesnt so much as blink. "Ahem.. okay.. You've been assigned a room of your own. Sector R, room 1066. You'll find your belongings waiting for you there." He hands her the same information pack they had given Keng. With a wink of thanks, she turns on her heel and goes to find her room.
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 14, 2007 3:20:56 GMT -5
Amneiger suddenly realized that he was hungry. The only thing he’d had to eat on the trip here had been a small bag of pretzels, and after that he’d spent a couple of hours wandering the station. Food would be good.
First, though, Amneiger opened up his suitcase and rifled through the clothes until he found a small pouch between a set of jeans and a spare jacket. He pulled out his camera flash and an extra battery and placed both in the front pocket of his sweatshirt. There had been no rule against carrying weapons, which almost certainly meant that everybody else would be armed. As an afterthought he placed some spare cash and the map into the pocket as well.
In the meantime though, he had half an hour to go back to the cafeteria he’d found earlier. He stepped out the door, made sure he was headed the right way, and started walking.
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Post by Tirilia on Mar 14, 2007 4:21:39 GMT -5
((I hope you'll forgive me for these posts  just creating some lay-of-the-land details *giggles*)) Hm. From the outside, this floating heap of scrap metal didnt look quite as big.. It takes her at least 15 minutes, without using the map, to locate Residence Sector R. Another 5 minutes to find her room.. Hm. A print identification key. Impressive. Touching a thumb gently to the pad, the door slides open noiselessly. Sure enough, her single bag sits on a bare bed. From the corner of her vision she notices some rules of the room over by the only mirror. - Bedding must be provided by resident.
- Residents must pay extra for serviced rooms.
- Room service is available on extension 8 between the following hours of a standard galactic week (1am to 8pm on Thursdays and Sundays only)
- Make whatever amount of racket you want inside your quarters. Your room is insulated against level 57 noise.
- Personalize your room within reason. Strictly NO Glow in the dark stars on the ceiling or ship models on string.
- Please try not to shed on the carpets.
- Weaponry tests inside rooms is forbidden.
- Meals are available from the Cafeteria Located on level 6 at any time of the day or night.
- "The Cantina" Tavern serves every form of Alcohol from across the known universe. Yes. Even a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.
Zarah smiles and keeps it in memory, wondering what sort of beings were in the room around her.. She thought she had smelt a Werewolf somewhere in the reception area, and then on the same floor as her room.. but she could have been mistaken.. Nexu noses werent generally the best on the galaxy, and there were so many mixed scents on this floor. First stop.. The Cantina for sure. However, there was no way she was leaving her room without unpacking first.. Of course she carried no clothes with her. Her bag was full of weaponry and other... tools. |
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 14, 2007 21:05:11 GMT -5
Keng read the rules, laughed at the anti-glow in the dark stickers rule, wondered what kind of trouble she would get in if she put them up anyway just because it said she couldn't, thought better of it, then had her string of thoughts interrupted by her growling stomach. Well, it had been about 4hrs since her last meal, so that would make sense.
The rules mentioned a cafeteria and a place called The Cantina. That would do. She looked at her bags and other luggage on her bed, considered unpacking, but chose to procastinate and get something to eat. She only brought her nifty 'Glitch' and pistol with her, figuring she would be able to avoid most fights easily enough, then opened her door and stepped out into the hallway.
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Post by Tirilia on Mar 14, 2007 21:14:12 GMT -5
It takes her no longer than a few minutes to adjust her weaponry about her person ((detailed on the profile board)). Flicking her hair over her shoulder and leaves her room. The door slides shut behind her, barely missing the tip of her flicking tail. Only a few doors down the hall, another figure emerges. Zarah sniffs carefully, Ahh so that was what I could smell.. Werewolf for certain... or something similar perhaps?.
Putting on her most charming smile she casually approaches the girl. Oddly enough her steps make no sound on the metal catwalk although the heel on her boot should be enough to dent the stuff. Keng may also notice something rather unusual about her.. Zarah has no specific scent. Like sensory camouflage, she seems to blend into her surroundings instantly.
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Post by Kengplant on Mar 14, 2007 23:40:32 GMT -5
Closing her door keng turned her head and was surprised to see someone there. Normally she would smell or hear the person if she didn't see them. She became even more confused when there continued to be no change in scent in the area, a perplexion that no doubt showed on her face. She shook it off though and smiled back at the woman approaching.
"Good-" she broke off, and looked at Glitch to check the time,
((Oooh, I met one of the people who worked on the animations for reboot today! He did beast machines too.
... anyway.. as I was saying.))
being on the moon was confusing her sense of time. "evening." she finished in greeting. "Can I help you with anything? Well, actually I probably couldn't seeing as how I just got here. I'm Keng by the way." she held out a hand to shake.
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Post by Tirilia on Mar 14, 2007 23:56:57 GMT -5
Zarah inclines her head and takes Keng's hand to shake, her long sleeve riding up slightly. "Good evening Keng, a pleasure to meet you," she smiles winsomely, distracting her new friend from a brief flash of metal that comes from her wrist before drops her hand away and the sleeve covers it again "I do apologize if I startled you, but at all, Im new here too. I'm Zarah by the way... and if Im not mistaken," she chuckles at a growl from keng's stomach, "you were heading for The Cantina?"
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just creating some lay-of-the-land details *giggles*))