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Alright, let's get this show on the road.

First, recopying the rules/guidelines here.

1) Don't be a dick. (Don't be rude or mean.)

2) No autohits, ghosting, or godmodding (unless it is involved in a plot and have permission to do so. Even then, don't go overboard.)

3) No plot hijacking. (Basically, don't try to take control of other peoples plots and such.)

4) Play fairly.

5) Stick to the established rules of the universe of the setting when world building.

Addendum

6) No spawning players directly onto the ship once it is acquired. Players will have to wait to be picked up on a stop, or may approach on small personal ships on their own, given they are small enough to be stored in the hangar. For more specific entries, talk to me about it and I'll let you know.

7) You may use an avatar to represent your character if you would like.

8) Real life happens. Unexpected things happen. Please try to keep this in mind, and to be patient with your fellow players.

9) If you're running a plot and players are taking longer than you like to respond, you're allowed to skip them, but do so knowing that it might affect someone's willingness to get involved in your plots and such in the future.

Now, it begins...

Orion System, Amada Spaceport

Amada Spaceport. A place with many different sides and many different faces, depending on who you are, who you ask, and who you know. For many, it serves mainly as a place to rest and refuel for those making trips through the system. For others, however, it's serves a much more important purpose, serving as an important outpost for trading and commerce for both those above and below the law. Goods both legal and otherwise make their way through here, available for anyone willing to shell out the credits for them.

The constant bustle filling the streets hardly seems to end, no matter the time of day, the markets being one of the most active areas. With that activity comes a constant concern of danger, unfortunately, with black market dealers and smugglers drawing in plenty of unsavory characters looking to fuel their future endeavors. Luckily, Amada isn't completely at the mercy of such nefarious characters, having a more than competent Enforcer presence, making life for both residents and visitors alike, just a bit easier.

...

...Well, most times, at least.

Right about now, the young man currently being interrogated by a pair of said Enforcers in front of the station, would disagree on that point though. All he had been doing was minding his business...even if said business had involved his hacking equipment and the computer system for a parked vehicle. Hey, he could have been doing worse things, as far as he was concerned. There were a lot more important things going on in Amada than him attempting to "borrow" a car for a bit.

"Ugh...don't you guys have something better to do than harass poor, old me? Geez..." Greg groans, clearly not pleased with his predicament. His response was only met by a sharp look as the other Enforcer continued to scroll through his criminal database.

"...Hmph. Looks like he's not in here after all. Let 'im go." he answers calmly, nodding to his partner. The other one merely grumbles for a bit before deactivating the energy cuffs binding Greg's hands. The hacker quickly rubs his wrists as soreness starts to affect him. "You're free to go for now...but if I see you pulling something like that, again, cuffs will be the least of your worries. Now, get out of here." he orders, not waiting for a response before he and his compatriot leave.

Greg, silently fuming, watches them turn and go he does the same, turning to head off in the other direction and back out towards the busy streets.

"...Bah. What should I do now?"

edited 5th Dec '16 6:03:15 AM by BaronGreen

Port 8

"Okay sir, sign here." A man, presumably the owner of the ship, signs and puts his arm under the scanner.

"Signature matches you, sir. Welcome to Amada."

After the clerk and the shipowner leave, a shadow jumps down from the ship, silently climbing after them. Red eyes blink for a second as the person vanishes into the crowd on the ship.

It was a simple, artificial morning. Artificial, because Arif’s temporary home was Terran Colony Planet T-420 New Harmony Extraorbital Station III (The Cady Groves) for, which had “sunrise” and “sunset” at times that were synchronised with the homeworld capital city. So, to Arif, it was morning. He was sitting in the one of the coffee shops, a Balkivan-run place on the sixty-ninth floor. It was very homely, for what was technically a large conglomerate that simulated, but not quite, got the Balkivan atmosphere right. Arif should know; his crew onboard the MSC Edgbaston spent two Terran years patrolling the Balkvian sector, which meant plenty of time to get to know their customs. It was primarily a peacekeeping mission, after the Balkivans faced a structural collapse when their planetary core destabilised. It took Arif’s team months to restore the core, and the rest of the time helping rebuild. He was proud of that. The look on their spawns’ faces when their homeworld was deemed “rehabitable” by the joint Terran-Maximatan Allied Command was enough to make him feel good about himself. A good job like that deserved a break, and here he was, on this space station. The only thing he had to make sure was whether he had enough money to pay for things. He took a bite out of his delicious cheesecake – the only reason why was even here in the first place. The most delicious cheesecake in this local cluster, he thought. Even better than the ones at home on Terra, or on Maximatas.

He was waiting for his best friend, Dubba, who was supposed to be meeting Arif at this café.

He checked his messages on his communicator.

Let's meetup at for lunch at 14.30 Terran time at the Cosy Teacup on New Harmony Station II!

Yep. He did write that. So where the hell is Dubba?

edited 6th Feb '16 1:03:25 PM by Inhopelessguy

Donis looks out and softly brushes her blonde hair, eventually finding and then seemingly intensely focuses upon one individual, a few rumbles heard from inside her coat as she takes a moment to stay there, before looking around her as if trying to find something else.

While she does not move, it seems part of her does move in the middle of her body, as she looks around the one individual she focuses on, before turning around to look for what else might be seen.

Ultimately making the decision to move, she makes a move towards the one she recognises as having darker skin and dark hair. In a monotone, calm and perhaps even sterile voice, she starts moving her mouth and then says to the person, still some distance from them... "Greetings. I just observed you seemed to be experiencing some difficulties with those known as Enforcers. There is a saying that the left hand does not know what the right hand is doing. And among some worlds, this becomes tentacle, or other appendages. There are many hands, tentacles and other appendages at play. May I explain what I mean in more simple terms?"

So.

"So what?"

It is your first day as the chief of security. That has to be exciting.

"Eh. It's just a promotion. I don't want it to get to my head."

Of course, one shouldn't allow oneself to be consumed by pride. Even so, it's a position of authority. Are you sure you are up for it?

"I've got you, don't I? Didn't you used to be a queen or something?"

Something like that.

"Well, if I ever feel like I can't handle it, I know you've got my back."

Bruhian walks into the Cozy Teacup, looking around. He goes up to the counter and orders some coffee and a donut, before taking a seat at one of he tables. Tapping his fingers on the table, he takes out his communicator and inspects it.

Let's meetup at for lunch at 14.30 Terran time at the Cosy Teacup on New Harmony Station II!

"Alright, so i did get the right station. Where is he, then?"

I could find him for you.

"Nah, he's probably just running late. I can wait."

edited 6th Feb '16 1:19:08 PM by Brahian1

"Where is this dumbass? I bet he's at the wrong station."

He checked his message.

"Oh... No. I made a typo."

He facepalmed and sighed. He figured he should hop over there.

Dubba, I'm coming over in roughly 15 min. Meet me at the ground-floor shuttle dock! He shot the text off and went off to the shuttle port on the seventieth floor.

He scanned the departure board, and found the next shuttle to II leaving in 2 min.

Arif boarded it, and managed to squeeze against the other passengers in the crowded vestibule. It would be a long 15 min ride.

The creature looks around, lazily scanning the shuttleport. It then sets out towards the stairs, drawing some attention from the crowd due to its unfamiliar makeup and presence.

"A new android?" "Might be, but there was no announcement." "Yeah, but it might be that they are trying a new marketing strategy."

edited 6th Feb '16 1:35:50 PM by Blackie

"Shuttle dock? But he said- oh, dammit."

Bruh walks up to the counter and asks if he can get his order to go. Once the food and drink are slid over to him, he thanks the employees and heads back to the shuttleport.

"Ouch," he says after taking a drink from his coffee.

Careful, it's hot.

"Yeah, thanks," he says, taking a more careful sip as he takes the stairs down to the ground floor.

Arif disembarked the shuttle.

THIS IS OUR TERMINAL STOP. THANK YOU FOR USING THIS SERVICE.

He grumbled and brushed himself off and looks for his best friend, but noticing his adorable Terran face out of the crowd.

"HEY DUBBA"

He pushed the crowd and hug-attacked his friend, spilling the coffee on the floor.

"O-oh. Oh. I... I'll buy you another one."

"Oof!" Bruh just barely manages to keep his balance as he's hug-attacked, but doesn't manage to keep ahold on his coffee, which spills all over the floor.

"Haha, nice to see you too, Hypo! D-don't worry about the coffee, just... Help me find something to clean it, I guess.

Are you going to introduce us?

Uhh, maybe later, he thinks, wondering why he's been speaking to her out loud before now.

A man wearing nondescript clothes is standing outside of the Enforcer station, silently noting the others' presence. He would unquestionably look to be in his 30s if he didn't have graying hair. He weaves through the crowd and walks up to Greg as he walks out.

"Again, Greg? Peter's going to be pissed at you." He says in a gruff, deep old man's voice.

Amada Spaceport, Not Really Sure Where in Particular(?)

Aur is checking something on a data pad. It looks like some kind of list.

You're going after that job? Not very much money.

The ones that are more than that are more dangerous.

Not like you haven't faced danger before, heh.

Amada Spaceport, Somewhere Away From the First Guy

Ana sits at a cafe, drinking some water.

What time was my ship coming again?.... Uh.. She checks the time, and then something she'd written down.

.... I guess I should get going....

Arif shrugs. "It'll be cleaned up by a robot or something." He flashed a bright smile at his best friend, before ushering him to a nearby pizza shop. He ordered a pizza for him and his friend, before seating them both down.

"Dubba, how has life been for you while I was on duty?" Indeed, this was the first time they had hung out since Arif went off to Balkiva on the MSC Edgbaston.

The pizza arrived, and he chewed thoughtfully.

Amada spaceport; somewhere in the Markets

This spot seems good. A decent sized crowd, not too loud, a good atmosphere and a nice large space. Just follow the beat of the crowd Michael, just follow that beat. This was what was running through his head as he began to play with his guitar. Using his communicator to modify the sound and add a beat to the background.

He had only been here for the last few days and playing music in the markets has been a good way to pass time and get a feel for this station. Michael had even earned just a little bit of money doing it, which had been distinctly needed.

Oh, good. Perfect time to introduce us.

"Shh," he says, then realizes he said it out loud, and quickly keeps talking.

"I-It's been pretty great! That was around the same time I was hired for my own expedition, remember? So, yeah, that was pretty awesome! I even, um... I met someone."

Oh, excellent introduction, that will not give off the wrong idea at all.

Arif might notice that he's suddenly blushing profusely. "But, um, not like... Shit."

Arif chewed through another slice.

"Oh, wow! That's cool, Dubba. I hope you found what you were looking for."

Arif notices the blush.

"Uhh... You met someone? Tell~ me~ all~ the~ juicy~ details~."

Arif leaned in, with a sparkle in his eyes.

The creature passes by Arif and Brahian, sitting down nearby.

Greg, surprised by the person suddenly speaking to him, turns and faces her as she speaks. "Hi. Er...what's that about hands and tentacles now...? Please explain, yeah."

Dominic's voice then draws his attention a bit. "Oh, hey. Well...hehe, maybe he'll let me off with just a warning. I never made it inside the car, so...it's not so bad." he says with a nervous chuckle.

Close to Michael, probably

Having gotten up and starting to move, Ana passes near Michael, and stops to listen for a moment.

A man with a cyborg arm, dark brown hair, and black plastic glasses, leaned against the wall of the station, levitating a ball of metal a few millimeters off his hand. He then looks over to Greg and the other man, and smiles. "Hey."

"N-no! Not like... I didn't like, meet anyone, that's not what I- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

For a supposed chief of security, you sure do crack pretty easily under pressure.

"Man, shut up!"

He quickly realizes he also said that out loud.

"Um, n-not you! I was talking to someone else! See, uh, this person I met... They're kind of... A voice in my head?"

Bruh notices the figure walk by and can't help but stare, but quickly looks away if he sees it looking back at him.

"I am a member of a group that dislikes this station, but has no option but to deal with it. I can make an offer now. You are to help me find three individuals. I pay you as you help me. Does this perhaps sound like an agreement we can reach?"

Amada spaceport; somewhere in the Markets

Playing away on his guitar as a small crowd gathers, he starts singing as well. His communicator auto-adjusting and amplifying Michael's voice as needed to match the volume needed compared to the crowd and his music. All of this just comes naturally, just like talking or walking.

As the performance goes on Michael scans the crowd seeing various faces giving a smile to all, giving a curious look at Ana in the crowd as the performance continues on.

Arif chuckled, half out of mirth and half out of confusion.

"A-are you okay there?" Arif said to his friend's cry of frustration.

"Wo-woah, calm down. Are you okay?" Arif looked concerned for his friend.

He took in what Dubba said.

"So... A voice? In your head? But another being...?" Arif looked thoughtfully at his friend.

He focused his optical sensor on Dubba, which triggered an alert for double-manifestation within his friend's body.

"That's fine with me. Tell me more about this other person. Or... Err? Can this other person tell me more about them?"

The scanner also picked up traces of E coli on the pizza.

"Oh, and we shouldn't eat the pizza..."

Arif silently alerted the local station authorities for a health code violation.

Arif noticed the figure. His sensor tried to pick up the trace, but it was no use. It was too weak and distant.

"Um... She could introduce herself, but... I don't think this would be the best place...."

"..... Also, what's wrong with the pizza?"