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lord commissar klimino wrote:

Berserksteve wrote:You guys don't even need made up monsters

.....thats real? its cute yet fething creepy as hell.

Yup! Sea Lamprey, They apparently don't live far from where I live, never seen one and hope I never see one.

ineptus astartes wrote:(@lord commisar klimono: no. the first thing is a CGI future shark from the show Primeval)

just had to say it. fething good fethin show.havent seen any of the 2nd season though.

Berserksteve wrote:You guys don't even need made up monsters

Lamprey!

yeah they live in sligo creek in the states. I go swimming there somtimes. I found a 'herd' of them once while I was swimming. let me tell you, it is not a fun experince, being chased to the shore by those things.

ineptus astartes wrote:yeah they live in sligo creek in the states. I go swimming there somtimes. I found a 'herd' of them once while I was swimming. let me tell you, it is not a fun experince, being chased to the shore by those things.

they chase you? how big are they?

Aight, so I've been thinking about what kind of character to make and since we seem to already have multiple characters of the races I wanted to play as already, I'm thinking about designing my own...

Before I start, however, I need to know if there are any objections...

Feel free, judgment is reserved for the final product.

WARORK93 wrote:Aight, so I've been thinking about what kind of character to make and since we seem to already have multiple characters of the races I wanted to play as already, I'm thinking about designing my own...

Before I start, however, I need to know if there are any objections...

meh,to many races already,sorry. also you make us 11-13?right?

lord commissar klimino wrote:meh,to many races already,sorry. also you make us 11-13?right?

Guess so, although I distinctly remember saying I was going to join multiple times on other pages...

The thing is, I've had ideas for a few other characters but people have already taken those races/ careers and I wanna have a unique character but the unused races don't suit my fancy very well...

So, hence my suggestion for a new race -shrugs-

acually I have been working on a concept fro three new races. a amphibeous one, a mantid one and a thousand sons esque one

(@lord commisar klimono. yes they chased me, they were only just older than elvers os they wert that big maybe a foot long while adults can grow to be 4-6 feet long at the most. they had sum up from the Chesapeake Bay)

WARORK: do you like frogmen who act like the commie space aliens? or walking grasshoppers?

ineptus astartes wrote:WARORK: do you like frogmen who act like the commie space aliens? or walking grasshoppers?

I may like the frogmen depending on how you do them, that sounds interesting...

Also, just so everyone knows...If indeed I do make a race, I'm planning on basing it on the Devaronians.

Dunno what those are? Google images...

man. I got the devoronians and the zeltrons confused for a sec there, its kinda hard to confuse a hulhuxi lookalike with a red demon.

speaking of wich, Kasrkai, the zeltrons are purple, so they may look like hulhuxi (alsso I am about to post the race: Quarra (so sue me!) who look like D&D bullywugs

Quarra: the froglike quarra are hardy race native to the marsh-world of Nosur and have adapted to its misty plains and deep lakes. They are on average some five and a half feet tall, with round eyes bulging out of their triangular heads they look exactly what the terran frog would look like if it was bipedal, the Quarra are renowned for their love of both nature and technology. While the Quarra are a deadly race in combat they belive that their gods, Gorlar, Vulkaric and Tymanther, give forgiveness to any living being. They are the creators of wondrous technology and were the second race to make contact with humans, after the Veranids. They were the first documented galactic power, but have a tragic past that they share with no one but their closest friends.

The Quarra warriors have a saying, "Today is a good day for someone else to die!" but as humoruse as these sounds, Quarra culture dictates that they cannot stop fighting until someone DOES die.

In the Quarra’s military aspect they forge their weapons, such as electrospears, swamp-swords and the vaunted laser-rifle in secrecy, giving no one the inner design plans. The Quarra are organized into castes, the warriors the smiths and the farmers,

The Quarra have one god for each religion, the caring and forgiving Gorlar watches over the farmers with a benevolent air.

The hulking and powerful Tymanther stands over the warriors, his mind the sharpest, and his strength the best.

Vulkaric-in-chains, the ever working. is the patron of smiths.

Qarra tech is the second most advanced in the galaxy, utilizing laser technology, and charged slugs.

The electrospear is a tall five-foot spear with a generator located down the haft of swap-wood. It fires a charge of electricity into the target. when the microfibers on the serrations detect biological tissue they send a powerful electric jolt into the body.

The Laser-rifle is a fabulous piece of tech. roughly the size of a carbine, it fires bolts of intensely heated particles of a substance found only in the gaseous emissions from nebulae

Unlike the human made THEL (Tactical High Energy Laser) which fires a sustained beam of light, the laser-rifle fires a short blast of light and uses the momentum to dissipate the particles located within. And make them incredibly unstable. Getting hit with a laser round is the equivalent of pressing a lit blowtorch into your skin for half an hour.

Their charged weapons form the bulk of their armory, simply being slug-throwers that fire the round through an energy field located in the weapon and using it to create a small explosion upon hitting due to the immediate cold fusion reaction.

(NOTE: Laser-rifles cannot be used by any race other than the Quarra because they never want the designs reverse-engineered)


The swamp blade is a glorified machete, armed with the deadly whirling monofilament wire that runs down the cutting edge of the blade. It uses a chainsaw-like engine to power the monofilament wire, sending it constantly whirling down the bladed edge.

Space frogs with lazors? DO WANT!!!!

I got dibs!

good (if mordo is okay with the races I have an insectoid one planned)

hopfully this work. THE FIRST INTER-ASTRUM BANNER!

hey. thought I would post how the mcabrian corpse got there (I left it open ended mordo so you (being the almighty GM) can still do whatever you want with how zombies came about.


“Lorl?” the voice floated through the darkness Lorl Jonson looked up and blinked. “What?” the voice came back. With a hint of terror in it. “What if they find us?” Lorl stood up and picked up his auto-carbine. “Listen Sernax, The wont find us, this tanker’s huge.” With a clicking, the nervous chelcera loader scurried into the light cast by the lume-rod in Lorl’s left hand. The cehlcera was frightened and scanning the room with his plasma pistol.

Lorl looked around. The five living crewmen were huddled into a small control room above the loading dock. With a good view over the massive and eerily empty loading bay. Nothing but the crates, cranes, and boxes that littered the floor were splashed with a dark red fluid.
The nightmare had started two weeks ago.

When the Lost Journeyman entered the nondescript asteroid cluster, they had been steaming at near lightspeed for a day to the small derelict freighter after a miscalculated jump had burned their jumpers out.
The away team had reported that the ship was covered in blood on the insides and the crew appeared to have jettisoned themselves from the wreck presumably after a pirate attack.
They tractor-beamed the corpses in as a last bit of respect and put them in the hold so when they got the jump drives they could bring them to their respective homes.


TWO WEEKS EARLIER:


“Damn!” hissed the mcabrean medic after looking at the bodies. he was on an unidentified ship that they had discovered derelict in Black Space. “they tore each other apart! Look at this guy! His heads gone, he’s got a hole in his chest, that’s gross!” Lorl peered over the medics shoulder. “any reason he’s clutching a grenade?” the medic covered the bodies in canvas. “No. but it looks like the others have some exotic strain of rabies to me.” “Meh.” Muttered Lorl. “Thought only mammals get rabies.” the mcabrian stared at him for a moment “just take a look around” hissed the black creature. Lorl shouldered the rifle. “Right, Dex! Jeiral! Your with me! we're going to the cargo hold!” the E’nathi and Quarra followed Lorl into the ships bowels.

They were nearing the engine room when a call was radioed to them from another patrol exploring group. “Guys? I’m gonna check the bridge and see if I can see how these guys killed each other like that.”


“Whatever.” Answered Lorl. “Sir!” asked the Quarra “Look!” in the hall was a trio of corpses. Lifeless eyes stared up at the crewmen. As Lorl stepped over one he heard a sound. “What was that?” he asked. “jireal does not know.” Answered the Quarra and lifted his laser rifle. “OK.” Came the voice of the Jounrnyman’s captain, a hrovan named Sin’jin, over the radio “bring the bodies onboard. Get the jump-coils”


several minutes late,r he and the macabrian medic, Dramr, were carrying the bodies back to the boarding tube. “Ow!” said Dramr without warning, ‘I cut my hand on the thing's teeth.” Lorl said nothing. He was too busy trying to forget what he had just seen. The thing, the corpse, had bitten the mcabrian. ‘But it was dead!’ he raged to himself mentally. ‘No wait, just spasms. Of course’ but in the back of his mind, a small treacherous voice said ‘but…’


Then the nightmare had started.


Crewmen were going missing. Sounds could be heard in the crawlspaces. And the mcabrian doctor was in the hospital after collapsing on duty and was now lowly dying in his bed. Any crewmen going into the more secluded areas of the tanker would vanish without a trace.
When Dramr finally died, they read him his rites and brought him into the operating room to be prepared for mummification, as was tradition with his kind. They set him on the table and left for the night.


The next morning he was gone.


Half the crew was ready for a mutiny, when the captain ordered all crewers into their quarters and locked the doors.


He and the officers remained on the bridge. They gave a daily report for two days and then went silent. Sometimes you could hear screams in other rooms as their doors were torn off by unseen killers. The sound of shuffling was abundant in the halls outside. When they were nearing the end of food and water Lorl and his five friends, Dex, Jirael, Sernax the chelcera and another human guard named mat heard autogun fire. Within a minute, the doors all unlocked at once.


As they stepped out into the hallway their fears were confirmed. The other doors were torn off of their mountings and the troops inside slaughtered.


Then the dead rose.


They were all over the place. A plague really by the time the small party had entered the bridge and vaporized the sublight controlls, they knew what to do.

PRESENT DAY

Lorl sighed. “Look Sernax, dyeing in a supernova is better than being torn apart no?” the young chelcira clicked his mandibles in terror. “Y-yes?” “Listen.” Said Lorl in a calm voice. “We have to stop this fro getting to the rest of the coalition.” But to do that, we have to die.” The chelcira whimpered. Lorl put on a softer expression. “Look kid/larvae, it’s the only choice we got now lets move.” As the party split up, all headed for the engines they said their goodbyes. Half of them went one way, the other half another way. Lorl, Dex and Sernax were advancing down a corridor when a clattering resounded from the vents. Dex raised his machinegun and fired a burst into the walls. With that the walls were torn open. A surging crowd of the living dead charged through the gap and was mowed down by the 60. Cal gun. As they ran full tilt away from the horde, the whole group was followed by something black, big, and fast.


Dramr.


With a howling, the dead mcabrian tackled Sernax and sent them into an airlock. Serax was bitten in the arm as the creature that was once a helping hand, attacked him. As sernax punched his former friend in the face reputedly his other hands sought the airlock venter. When they found it half of his upper arms grabbed the wall and the other half slammed into the button.


With an awful scream, the mcabrian was sucked into the void of space and flash-frozen.


The chelcira hit the ‘VOID’ button again and closed the airlock. Tearing a pair of grenades from his belt he dragged himself into the undead hordes. “GO!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. The E’nathi and human understood and with a last sad look turned away and sprinted for the engeneerium.

Ripping the pins off with his madibles the chelcira leaped at the mass of dead ones.

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as a massive detonation of chelcira bunker-busters rocked he ship, Lorl blinked away the tears at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. The kid had had a bright future on the ship ahead of him and had ended up dying in the middle of black space, to a bunch of cadavers with no one knowing about his sacrifice. No one caring.


As they neared the engine room Dex tripped over a body. It was Jireal. As they stared at their deceased friend, the E’nathi silently placed a vape grenade on the Quarra’s chest. “a death in battle is an honorable one.” Murmured the massive saurian as the grenade vaporized their former friend.



When the engine room opened the two crewmen sprinted for the jump control. It was only a matter of time before the Dead Ones came.
“Dammit!” screamed Lorl “The fething AI wont let me through!” Dex walked over and punched a fist through the AI firewall program container and the screen began to buffer. “um…thanks.” Said Lorl “the E’nathi marine only grunted and raised his handmade machinegun “they are here.” Whirling around, Lorl saw dozens, no hundreds, of walking dead of various species shamble into the room.

Ahead of them was a single figure, firing a pair of pistols into the mass. It was mat. He had somehow survived the trek here but had evidently lost his grenade launcher. Just as the mass neared them the defensive turrets affixed on the ceiling fired into the horde, and a voice boomed over the loudspeaker “This one dislikes those who got up on the wrong side of the tombstone this morning, and has for them gifts of the fast moving and pointy type. This one calls them canines of the female persuasion.”

And with that remark, the lodspeaker added “this is first mate Senral Tan , giving permission to specialist Lorl Jhonson to jump this ship into the nearest star”
Lorl plotted the course and hit the button.

“Its done.”

The journey was only five seconds long.

Was thinking of a great backstory to my character, not sure if i should wait for the RP to begin or whether to post it now (or at least in the near future).

For Now I present a very minor detail but one i feel is surprisingly important:
All cool sci fi universe have neat sounding prefixes before ship names, i was thinking For military or diplomatic ships:
Coalition Government Sanctioned
I.e 'This is CGS Eindhoven requesting permission to dock'

For freelancers or traders their ships are Prefixed:
Trade Sanction Only
I.e 'This one requests that it's ship the TSO Ulleyylan Tso be permitted to dock'

Obviously a TSO liscense affords you less armaments than a GSV one. The ruling is that as a TSO holder you are allowed enough defensive weapons to destroy up to a wing of fighters (the capability of said fighters is taken from a constantly updated threat index calaculated in central command and governance (CCG)). A TSO ship is also not permitted advanced shielding as these can be repurposed to confound contraband scanners.

Hopefully this is okay i am quite into having a well fleshed out universe (as you all are it seems ) and that includes the administrative workings of the coalition.

@Mordoskul has the issue of currency been addressed?

personally I think in terms of credits

one credit will buy you a snack

10 credits will get you a mag of ammo

100 credits will get you a weapon (of course for E'nathi like me we make our own weapons so it would be supplies instead, and Quarra's laser rifles are only serviced by the Quarra himself)

this is the banner for when we enter 'Wild Space' (unexplored territory)

ineptus astartes wrote:
this is the banner for when we enter 'Wild Space' (unexplored territory)

epic epic

I would guess also that as a universal currency the credit would need to be made of a precious mineral/resource to better define it's value between species. Perhaps a resource that can only be mined from one world in neutral space, 'Element zero'/'Unobtanium'/'Substance X' or somesuch.

Or space bacon.

(@Lord Commisa Klimono: thanks )


maybe the currency would have trace amounts of dimond (a fairlu common substance now) in it? the E'nathi have no intrest in 'yellow rock' (gold)

Devastator wrote:Or space bacon.

no pigs in space....unless....pig breeding just got alot more profitable guys

here is the part for 'the Raylid sieges' (the current warfront)

and: The Invasion Of Baslamore (forgot to make planetary summary but it is near the raylid colonies)