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Home Again (NTR)
[i]We entered the void as pioneers, explorers of the vast frontier that had been opened to us. Our ascent has not been easy: at every step, dark forces have nipped at our heels, and gathered overhead. We no longer know where our enemies hide, nor can we recognize the shadows that they hide in. From the Tribals, to the People, and even from within, our path has been marked by strife and bloodshed. We once believed our Union to be insurmountable, indivisible, and invincible...
Oh, how wrong we were.
If it is peace that they want, then we must be willing to fight for it.[/i]
[b]Biographies:[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1146680/142827891/0/0 (Must be in Extragalactical Escapedes to see, because it's a private post)[/spoiler]
[b]Locations:[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1146680/200794966/0/0 (Must be in Extragalactical Escapedes to see, because it's a private post)[/spoiler]
[b]NTR Fleet[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195609558/0/0[/spoiler]
[b]NTR Military[/b]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195614025/0/0[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Moderator edit: This thread has been moved to #Offtopic, a more appropriate forum for this offtopic discussion.
Feel free to private message the moderator who moved your post, link to topic, for further clarification about why this topic was moved.[/spoiler]
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[b][u]Second chances[/u][/b] [b]Jared slept fitfully, his mind ravaged with nightmares that grew dim as the minutes crawled by, comprised of his memories from his first day at the dojo, to now, where he is an outcast, an abomination, a husk of what he once was despite his new abilities..... He awoke feeling weak, his body slowly withering, and as he got up from his bedmat time seemed to stop for everything but him, and a blazing circle of light illuminated the area in front of him, and s figure made of light appeared[/b] [i]Jared Grant, Last of the Nightingales, Last of the evolved, keyblade wielder, you are dead[/i] "What? This is a fuçking joke?" [i]I'm quite serious, for everyone knows me and fears my name, and you do too[/i] "Who are you?" [i]Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, Zeus, Odin, I am what you would call God[/i] ".......Right......" [b]Jared sighed, and sat down, but he looked over and saw him, his body having eaten away at himself[/b] "What did me in?" [i]Your new self did, your body couldn't handle the flesh, mind, souls, and powers it had for so long, and it caved in on itself[/i] "Where do I go now?" [i]You are a special case, whether for better or worse you have made an imprint on my creation, and I have come to give you a second chance[/i] "Why?" [i]Most people of note get this chance, Re-Incarnated as someone else, or reborn in another lifetime[/i] "What will I become?" [i]Yourself, from the day you set forth in the dojo to when Your dear friend you call Cobalt Phoenix, was kicked out You will have no memory of this and those you knew will no longer know you, you will be your old 15 year old self[/i] "I don't mind another chance" [i]Good, then take my hand and journey through...[/i] [b]Jared grabbed the hand with his own spectral hand, and walked into the light, his soul and kind traveling back, and the God letting go....... The next morning Jared awoke with a shock, remembering his dream He laughed, and wrote it off, putting on his Nightingale armor, holstering Klink, making sure his Swarm grenades were equipped, then got into the pilot seat of his own ship, and set off to the NTR.....[/b] [spoiler]Closed, I'm resetting this character as he has become too godmoddy and just no longer feels like a character I should RP with, nobody knows him anymore and most of his gear is gone, save for the keyblade, revolver, Nightungale armor and bow, and a few grenades and ship [/spoiler]
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9 Replies[u]Unknown...[/u] The pain in his arm was gone now, as was the pain in his other wounds. He still struggled to get out of the rope that tied him to the chair. The men in suits surrounded him, standing very calm and collected. Their leader spoke, his accent pronounce, his sleeves rolled up revealing the tattoos that covered his body. "Mister Volkov, you have caused us a lot of trouble. Yet we do not hate you for it. You were only doing your duty, something we have a great Respect for. That is why we injected you with the sedative, so that you could stand the pain. Not many survive longer than you have, our best estimate is three more minutes. You have succeeded in your goals, we no longer will abduct people from the NTR. Instead we will sell weapons and other forms of protection. You have honored your ancestors today. Here is your weapon." They handed it back, with no bullets, but the gesture was not lost on him. He nodded and slowly succumbed to his injuries. His last thoughts were his home, on new Terra and how he would do it all again. [spoiler]closed.[/spoiler]
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18 RepliesEdited by SilverPulse620: 6/15/2016 1:25:55 AM[b][i][u]A growing effort[/u][/i][/b] On board the Photanac, Silver stands in the middle of the hall of the ship, looking through the message one last time. He couldn't believe that Mute had become that much of a threat in that short a time, but he knew what must be done. He sends the heavily encrypted message to Jace, Evie, Lethal, and Mercury. All the messages said the same thing: "Dear friends, A new threat has been growing and now he is at a point where if he is not stopped it could spell out a new age of terror for the Coalition. This is the only chance I have to stop him, but I cannot do it alone. I need your help. I won't lie, it will be extremely difficult, and the man we face will not hesitate to try and kill us if he gets the chance. But I am sure that he can't handle all of us against him. Please message back with your answer. Sincerely, Silver" He then sits down, going through the plan one last time as he waits for the answers. [spoiler]Open to those who own the characters sent the message. [/spoiler]
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10 RepliesEdited by Bardo XCIX: 6/15/2016 1:24:03 AM[u]Exalin Outpost, Deep Space[/u] [i]///...///Initializing//../../// Full Body Scan: Complete System Runs: Complete //..///Initiating HUD//..//..//[/i] He stirred as the internal voice spoke, numbers and diagnostics reading out in his peripheral vision. [i]//..//Registering//..//./ Genesis O-01, Jack Treyman Service Number: 1-Omega-012-3392 Neurological Activity: High Bodily Functions: High Bio-Anti Matter Surgery, Success[/i] A... door... a pod door, opened in front of him, causing him to realize he was in a lying down position. Several thin tubes and wires disconnected from his body, allowing movement. He felt.... different. Like this wasn't his body. Faster...... more focused, his mind racing like a super computer. Minute details in the air. As he sat up he looked around. he was in a MedBay. Suddenly, a Holo-Display opened in front of him, August Phantyme's face the image that appeared. "You must have a lot of questions, Eh? Well let me answer a few, alright? Yes, you are a Genesis, no that does not mean you are a robot. The first in the Omega Series. Maybe the last. I initially wanted to ask ypu to help me.... but when I located you, you were lying dead under snow and ice, your body ravaged. I don't know how you ended up like that, but I had seen potential in you, potential for something great. And so here we are." He stepped out of few, showing Jack in the pod undergoing the surgery. "You may be furious with me for doing this. Curse my name. You wouldn't be the first. But I've been in this situation many a time. Galactic unrest, instability. The Galaxy cannot be allowed to fall into war. Never again. She has too many soldiers already, Jack. What she needs is heroes. And I hope one of them will be you." He smirked, before the screen clicked off. Another screen replaced it, giving a rundown on his new bionics and augmentations. [i]Jack Treyman, O-01//Systems Status// [u]Bionics[/u] -Adamant Carbon Mesh Skin -Imperial War Mind Neural Graft -Anti-Matter Generator -Genesis Sub Neural Communication Link[Dormant] [u]Augmentations[/u] -Anti Gravitational Pulse Emission -Jump Jets[Located in Legs and Back] -Weapon Digitization -Hard Light Shield Emitter [u]Limiter[/u] -Unknown[/i] The screen hovered their, allowing Jack to process this new information.
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63 Replies[i]Sittin' in a bar | New Terra, Mandalore City, Marshal, 1200 hours. [/i] "Bartender! Bring me a whiskey." [i]The cowboy shouted over to the man behind the counter. He sat his hat in front of him on the darkened wood table that seemingly stretched forever, when really it was only seven stools down from where JT sat. He waited on the whiskey, and he pondered things. Of all the things he liked to do, it was think. He thought of home, the NWH base back in Cylak, and how despite the scorching heat, he always managed to avoid getting burned. He thought of old friends and allies, from Daego to Etana. He thought of basically everything he could that brought a sense of warmth to him. When the bartender returned with the drink, JT thanked the man, giving him a generous tip of ten dollars. Hell, he figured that working in a place as empty as this place, the man would need the extra bit of cash. He sipped his drink, and stared down at the whiskey glass. [/i] ((Open))
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17 Replies[u]In a Clubhouse, Mandalore City[/u] [i]After dressing up with a Smoking and a Cigar, the man asks for entry into the Clubhouse.[/i] [b]“Hey man, my name is Alex, i should be on the list“[/b] “Alex.. Alex what?“ [b]“Alex Pedroz“[/b] [i]While the bodyguard looks at the list, Alex looks around like he feels something.[/i] “There you go, i got ya. Go in, have fun, but don't dare to make stress in there, got it?“ [b]“Yes, sure.“[/b] [i]Entering the Clubhouse, the first thing he hears is loud music. He moves towards a Chair to check out the club for some people where he think might know about the person.[/i] [b]“Bartender! Give me your best Cocktail! Fast!“[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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Edited by sigma: 6/14/2016 1:14:50 PM[u]Somewhere in the nowhere[/u] [i]Still angry about the last few days, Alex runs through thick and small streets within the city searching a man. The police was alerted many times already as there was several deaths of civilians.[/i] [b]“Your last Chance..“[/b] “I.. i.. don't know“ [i]The man raises his hand and phases it through the chest of the stranger.[/i] [b]“Again nothing! Last chance will be probably in the Clubhouse nearby.“[/b] [i]He puts his mask back on and without even blinking he is already gone, followed by a sharp red streak.[/i] [spoiler]closed, to be continued with an open soon.[/spoiler]
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34 RepliesEdited by Minerva2682: 6/13/2016 4:17:15 PMNew Terra, Mandalore City [b]Brady walks into town, admiring the statues of an old friend. As he walks into a hotel, he notices something strange. A small piece of metal is sitting on the counter. It's orange which is very odd. [/b][i]Can I take a look at this?[/i][b]He asks the man at the counter.[/b][u] No. It's a family heirloom.[/u][b]The man replies.[/b][u]It's been with my family for thousands of years.[/u][b]Disregarding this fact, Brady picks up the piece of metal.[/b][u]Hey! Put that down![/u][b] The other man pulls out a gun, then quickly shoots Brady, knocking him into the street.[/b]
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*Mortar was not one for introducing himself, he would normally be in the background until someone talked to him. And that's exactly what he was doing now, looking at passing civilians while leaning against a wall, red eyes darting around, his breath feeling sticky against his mask, and his knives on his back weighing him down.* *Yes, he felt tired, but that's because he had traveled all around Earth, and still wanted to see more. And with that, he got up and walked around, looking for someone who seemed to have a similar interest.* [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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5 Replies[u]Lowland Wastes, Anxtria II[/u] A blizzard raged across the lowlands of Anxtria II, the desolate wastes keeping civilization on the world from expanding this far out. Most would not dare tread during the storm, lest they freeze to death in mere minutes. But he was not most. A small Warp opened, the bright light illuminating the darkness cast by the blizzard and night. A figure stepped out, the red lights of his armor glowing dimly. "This was his last approximate location. Check the immediate area for traces." Behind him, several sphere like drones floated out of the Warp, and began to emit a red light, scanning the ground beneath the snow for traces of their query. "What the hell were you doing out he-" A beep interrupted his thought, indicating it had been found. Walking over to the drone, he looked beneath him. "Here? Damn. Alright, run a heat screen." Two more drones approached, and the three of them then began emitting a pulse of heat, melting the snow and ice on the surface, allowing for access to the person underneath. "Activate the stasis suspension field." One of the drones emitted a blue beam, which formed around the person that lay underneath, pulling their body from beneath the snow, and suspending it. The man shook his head. "What the hell happened to you?" Though it had been preserved by the cold of the planet, the body was far from pristine. Battle damage was present over the entirety of him, cuts, scrapes and punctures lining the armor. The abdomen was tore to shreds, barely connecting his lower and upper half. The cybernetic appendages were shredded, demolished, beyond repair. And finally, a single bullet wound marked the center of his forward, what was obviously the killing blow. "You gave one hell of a fight, in the end. I chose right." Turning his back on the body, he reentered the Warp, the drones following close behind, followed by the ones suspending the body of Jack Treyman.
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125 RepliesEdited by SilverPulse620: 6/13/2016 11:58:00 PM[b][u][i]An old relic[/i][/u][/b] On the Photanac in orbit above New Terra, Silver walks the halls of the ship and enters the training room. He then starts up a program of several Dark Corps Commandos at a high difficulty. He then proceeds to beat it with ease and set it much higher. He was determined to be ready for his next encounter with Golden or Raven or even Mute. He was determined to kill them the next time he faced them, and he would accept nothing less from himself. [spoiler]Open to Felix and Shadow.[/spoiler]
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Old Faces, New Rages SHG ===================================================== [i]Fnerir was enjoying a quiet lunch at his favorite cafe. Quiet, because, as much as he tried to associate with the citizens, he always struck everyone silent in his armor. As he ate, he watched the news.[/i] "[b]No one knows where he came from, or how he managed it, but Franklin Morroe has risen in the business world at the young age of 28, managing to somehow bring together two of the wealthiest corporations under his brilliant new food producing patent.[/b]" [i]A picture flashes on the screen. As Fenrir sees it, people notice the temperature rising rapidly. Looking for the source, they see Fenrir at his table, his eyes exuding flames of a violent shade of red. Immediately, they run out of the building. The man on the screen, if he was a man, was dead, and was most definitely not Franklin Morroe. He stood and left the shop, kneeling on the ground. A fire pillar formed around him. He was headed for the NTR, and a reunion with an old acquaintance...[/i] [spoiler]Open. In the NTR.[/spoiler]
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5 Replies[b]The Void[/b] [b]Deep in the Void, Brady sits down.[/b][i] I'm back. Everything has changed. No one remembers me. If only you were here, JT,if only. I'm lost. I don't know what to do. I've been gone for so long.[/i] [spoiler]Open to JT[/spoiler]
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Kalishar [b]Alex stands up and looks around him, yet he doesn't see anything. He opens up his mask.[/b] [i]“NOOOOOOOOOO“[/i] [b]He stands up and tries to check out his surroundings. He sees a City in the far distance and starts to run towards it.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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[b]a small unknown signature quickly enters the solar system [/b]
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4 Replies[u]The Beginning of Something...Chaotic[/u] [i]A man wakes up on a sidewalk bench on New Terra. He looks at his hands, and accepts that he is, once more, alive. He stands, remembering the promise made to him, and rushed to his feet, sprinting off. There was work to be done. As he sprinted , he stopped suddenly. On the screen of a hologram projection, he sees someone familiar. No, it couldn't be...[/i] "Hehehe...hahaha...HAHAHAHA!" [i]He gave a full laugh, before recovering, and continuing his dash. This would be too easy. On the projection was an image of the SHG representatives, with Fenrir standing to the left.[/i] [spoiler]Closed, character intro.[/spoiler]
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11 RepliesClyndessia. Title: resurrection [b]the giant hepitithasus was a ancient being. He had been beneath clyndessia for sentrys sleeping in stone with his dragon. One day He was unearthed and displayed in a square. As a 'decoration'. Well today he was returning. With his grand fire he shall remold existence. [/b] *Fire seeps out of the statue*
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59 Replies[b]Clyndessia[/b] 0800 Hours [b]A small, black ship slowly lands in the forest. It seems to come in peace. The birds are singing, the animals prancing about. Then, a black, leather boot steps out. Along with it comes a leg, a torso, and finally, a head with scraggly black hair, brown eyes, and a scar across the left eye. As the figure steps out, a small, metal object is revealed to be at his hip. The animals run. The birds stop singing. He makes his way toward a nearby city.[/b] [spoiler]Open. He has returned.[/spoiler]
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Edited by oCharlemagne: 6/12/2016 5:32:03 PM[i][u]Zero[/u][/i] [u]Mandalor City[/u] [i]A figure stands atop of a skyscraper, they had a sword on their back, they just stand there, like they were observing, waiting.[/i] ((Open))
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1 Reply[i][b][u]Saying hi to an old friend[/u][/b][/i] [i]Thalia walked over to her terminal, and started putting Scar's info to good use.[/i] [b]Havoc A little birdie gave me your contact info. They also said you're in trouble. Get back to me when you can. Delta[/b] [spoiler]Open to Spoon. Sorry about the late reply, I was bant [/spoiler]
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47 Replies[i][b]Wild Goose Chase.[/b][/i] The hunt for Osiris team was still on, with the Castle searching every acre of New Terra for these so-called renegades. What they didn't know is that one of the many Triumvirate relief effort ships that had shuttled between their stations and the world in crysis actually carried the team, away from the planet, their pursuers and to safety. Following a row of small ship, they all jumped into phase space towards stations, but this shuttle took a different flight path. Instead of stopping at a station, it continued right ahead, towards a distant system. Once there, Osiris team and Clarkson saw the full extent of what the Triumvirate can do. The Amaterasu is a unique ship, in all the galaxy. It has the volume of five times the planet earth, and it's lenght is that of three times the circumference of the earth, for scale. This ship has no superweapons, however, other than the fore-mounted Phalanx lances. It is carpeted by hundreds of thousands of various weapon batteries, each with their different uses. The shuttle passed close enough to the Foundry section of the ship, also situated to the fore section, to see it in action. This massive supervessel was indeed manufacturing it's own smaller vessels, from corvettes to destroyers to dreadnoughts, storing them in it's massive fleet-holding hangars. T[url=http://i.imgur.com/AnW0asb.jpg]he ship also has escorts. These heavy destroyers, about five kilometers in length, are sleek in design, and are equipped with a very high-tech Ion cannon, that are able to knock out entire fleets in a single, well-placed shot.[/url] Also, sparsely following the ship were Orbital frames. These Mechanical giants, about forty feet in height, were little compared to the massivr ship they protected, but they packed one hell of a punch, that had to be for sure. The Osiris team could only wonder at their capabilities, until they would see them in action. The shuttle made its final approach to the main command bridge section, where it slid into a small hangar, containing rows of remote fighter craft. [spoiler]for Wolfe[/spoiler]
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19 RepliesEdited by Chesh I Guess: 6/12/2016 10:14:42 AM[b][i]This doesn't deserve a title...[/i][/b] [b][u]Oil Station near meridian pavilion, deep space[/u][/b] [b]Joker and Silence walk through the gas shop of the oil refueling station. Their heavy boots echoing against the grated floor. Their ship lay dormant in the bottom floor, slowly refueling. Joker pads off after finding a vending machine full of beef jerky and Silence takes up a dark corner, disappearing into the shadows. They had escaped a bounty hunt and gotten away with hiding from a group of... 'People'. They could use the spare moment, at least for now. The station was anchored to a three separate asteroids, each supporting three vertical columns... It looked more like a flouting grocery shop then a place to stop and fix up... But it would have to do...[/b] [spoiler]Open to Sleek.[/spoiler]
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92 Replies[i][b]Make a Play[/b][/i] [b]New Terra, New Sub-Saharan Africa[/b] [i]Clarkson and the Osiris team had gone off the grid some time ago, and were hiding out in the New Terran desert. Wilson had made a call to commandeer some safer mode of transportation, but hadn't had much luck, leaving the group stranded with nothing but his Vertibird. In the face of what remained of the Castle, it wasn't much, but it had to suffice. Plans had yet to be made, as the main objective was simply to avoid Drache's troops. However, Wolfe had been quick to suggest getting in contact with one of the other factions, perhaps the NTR or the Triumvirate. The rogues had enough evidence to show that Clarkson could not have possibly been the one to have instigated the attack, it was simply a matter of staying hidden and not being believed even if they went to someone else. Clarkson was well aware that the current situation outlook was grim, but he had to give it a shot. Even if Drache and Riker caught up, he wouldn't go down without a fight. He was quick to give Wolfe the opportunity to contact a third party, but he was still worried about what exactly Riker and Drache were planning.[/i] [b]Aboard the helicarrier Erwin E. Rommel, Mandalore City, New Terra[/b] [i]Generalfeldmarschall Edward Drache and General William Riker still had no word on Osiris and Clarkson, and had already deployed special operations forces to locate them. While doing this, they had also sent a message out to anyone on the planet.[/i] ROGUE AGENTS ON THE LOOSE, ARMED AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS 75 MILLION ALIVE 50 MILLION DEAD CONTACT CASTLE OFFICERS IN MANDALORE CITY
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24 Replies[b][i]#OnTheJob[/i][/b] [b][u]Jaxen Atmosphere[/u][/b] [b]Damien's hover craft suddenly blares to life alerting him of his arrival to his destination. He wakes with start, his autopilot complaining about a strange smell and liquidized organs... Probably. He was way too asleep to know. He twists some dials and flips some switches until his steering system slides out. Grabbing ahold of the carbon fiber wheel, he fired off into atmo, descending far too quickly. He brakes, just in time to move past to first layer and come into comm range... Except, Zhackie hadn't been super clear, or maybe he'd hadn't heard. He wasn't sure who to call or alert, and he couldn't tell where he was... With a huff, he leans back and goes through his personal holo-pad, trying to recall any information to help, leaving his comms open just in case.[/b] [spoiler]Open to Theory.[/spoiler]
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199 Replies[b][i]Working hard, or hardly working.[/i][/b] Trying times, these were, for the young Aaron Prefect. The young adult, barely in his twenties, was out looking for a job. If his sister was the smart one, he was more like his father. A natural good shot and tactically smart, he was no good in the other aspects of learning. With average education and parents from different species, finding work was difficult. His father, Kaebius Prefect, was an Andorian from the Celestial Expanse. Former Pacificator, the hardened veteran was living off some well-earned days of peace at his ranch on a small colony world, with his wife, Samantha Evans, a human. While the young man had his mother's blonde hair, he had earned the fiery orange eyes of his father. His bone structure was that of an Andorian, since they were known for their remarkably sturdy bones. [spoiler]If you want to know what an Andorian is, just imagine a Turian from the Mass Effect series.[/spoiler] His Jaw was that of an Andorian, with the mandibles and such, but his human genes made it so his mandibles were smaller and his lips were larger. His legs and arms were those of an Andorian, but his hands and feet had five fingers and toes each, like humans. His skin was human in texture, but Andorian in resilience. The most human feature about him was really his skull, which was round like a human's. Like his father, he was a tall man, about 6'3 in height. He was quite muscular as well. But now, back to our young man. Needing work badly, Aaron was getting desperate. After having an unsuccessful tour of attempts on a colony world close to New Terra, a freight craft took him to a small station in the far reaches of the cosmos, were work was apparently available. At this point, he would take anything. The cargo ship docked with the old, small station, and the airlock opened to a passage into the station. [spoiler]for Cyber.[/spoiler]
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53 Replies[b]A random ship, seemingly of some NTR origin, crashes onto new Terra, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It is a basic fighter craft, despite being repainted and covered in graffiti [/b] [spoiler]open. Basically a char intro, I was missing for awhile.[/spoiler]
