JO's Spacey RP

[jo]

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Star Charts:



This is the galaxy where this board war will be located; it is a spiral galaxy with two arms, as you can cleary notice on the picture. The Shakti is the name that the natives gave to the core, which is loaded with bigger stars and blackholes, making it an unnavigable area to faster-than-light travel due to the subspace interference.



The areas showed in red with green outlines are unavigable areas to the hyperspace systems, thus they are unreachable. The core is due to the blackholes and stars.

The other blotches are ship graveyards, random anomalies, nebulae and etc.

The blue area is the ship graveyard.



The stars mark the Capital Worlds; the Rings are the Hypergates (see hyperspace)

This map shows the current subdivisions on the galaxy, there are 3 major empires which formed trough the eras, here is a brief description of each one:

The Ilra Republic: The Ilra Republic is a mildly imperialistic empire, while under the Republic system, most atrocities made by the government have serious repercussions on the media and people, thus the empire’s expansionist stage by invading other empires has ceased, mostly of it’s current expansion is due to the annexation of new systems.

Yet, the Empire has a large military, to defend itself from the ever-watchful Djazna.

Flagship: The People’s Voice
Capital world: Vector
Customs and Diplomatic Status:
Djazna: Blockade/neutral
Free Worlds: Open / ally
Fist: Controlled Entrance / neutral
Inner Rim: Free / Colony

Djazna Star Empire: The Djazna are a violent race of space raiders which recently formed an empire, united under the hand of the Khan’s rulership. Yet some Clans aren’t united with the empire, and currently the powerful military is focused on retaking the Quaritical Fist region, where many resource-rich systems and planets exist. Djaznans are known for raiding trader convoys, and currently they are on a military race with the Ilrans, a galactic cold war for short….

Flagship: El-Merak-Nok
Capital World: Merak
Custtoms and Diplomatic Status:
Ilra: Blockade/neutral
Free Worlds: Controlled / Peace
Fist: Only Diplomats / War
Inner Rim: Controlled / Colony

Free Worlds Confederation: The Free Worlds Confederation was formed on the downfall of many smaller empires during the Great Ilra war, when Ilra became a republic after a revolution, ceasing the expansionism, 500 years ago. These worlds and smaller empires united under the same flag so they can impose their interests to the other empires more easily, and went trough a massive expansionism on the western outer rim. That region is full of terraforming stations, space stations, shipyards, new worlds being discovered everyday and a general economic boom, which leads to intense supply trades on those regions. Earth is there, but pays a smaller role as the capital of the Terran domains.

Flagship: Unity
Capital world: Kerah
Customs and Diplomatic Status:
Ilra: Open / Ally
Djazna: Open / Peace
Fist: Open / Peace
Inner Rim: Open / Ally

TheQuaritical Fist: Is a region of the galaxy full of archeological sites, it is believed that an ancient empire once existed on those lands, but nowadays only ruins of their culture, architecture, technology remain. Although the area had been declared a free territory, the Djazna Star Empire is slowly taking over the territories, arguing that they must be incorporated to the Imperial Unity since some smaller Djaznan clans exist there.

Flagship: ---
Capital World: Not Applicable
Customs and Diplomatic Status:
Ilra: Controlled / Neutral
Djazna: Closed / War
Free Worlds: Open / Peace
Inner Rim: Controlled / Neutral

Shakti: Shakti is the core of the galaxy; this region had never been fatherly explored due to the massive concentration of subspace interferences, gravity wells and large stars. The overall radiation on the area makes it impossible for low-shielded ships to investigate the area, and hyperspace is impossible. Much of it has been mapped trough observation, yet most of the planets there are unknown due to the radio interference.

Flagship: --
Capital World: Shakti (a black hole actually)

Inner Rim: The Inner rim is another resource-rich region, due to the older and dieing stars, and shattered planets. The extraction of such resources, such as hyper-heavy neutron pellets used on the hyperspace modules, minerals from the remaining belts of supernovas and etc is a profitable business, and relatively easy since everything already had been crunched by the galactic forces. Most of the planets on these regions are inhabited due to the age of their mother stars or lowly inhabited, yet the area has many large colony stations with populations of over 3 million people. The economic boom here is the same as the one in the outer rim. This area is often raided by non-official Djaznans military elements.

Flagship and Capital World: Freespace 56-A-3 (A space station, population is over 5 million, it is mobile trough hyperspace)
Customs and Diplomatic Status:
Ilra: Open / Colonial Master
Djazna: Controlled / Peace
Fist: Open / Peace
Free Worlds: Open / Ally

Uncharted Territories Gamma, Beta and Alpha: These Quadrants of the galaxy are unknown and never were charted, who knows which secrets may lie there…

(Out of Storyline: This is where you can meet non-aligned NPCs and explore)

Spaceships 101:
There are different kinds and classes of starships, this will be covered here:

Classes:
The spaceship class defines what can it do and what it can’t do, which weapons it can mount and which it can’t, how fast it is and how maneuverable it can be on battle. The class of a ship can be defined by its size, which goes on this sequence according to the mass and crew:

Fighter; Corvette; Frigate; Capital; Super-Capital; Shipyard; Mothership

Here is a brief explanation of all the classes:

Fighter: As the name suggests… it fights. The fighter class is a one or two people crewed ship with high maneuverability, but it is very small and can’t deliver much punch alone, yet a squadron can do some damage. They can’t engage hyperspace by themselves

Corvette: The Corvette class is a mildly maneuverable ship with a crew up to 7 people, which have to stay in their cockpits though. Mostly it is made of several gunners for the multiple weapons corvettes often carry and a pilot. The corvette is less maneuverable than a fighter, but has a stronger armor. Yet it can’t engage hyperspace unless docked to a bigger ship

Frigate: The ships that fit on the Frigate class are relatively big and have a crew of up to 50 people, between the captain, gunners, specialists, etc. The frigates are often specialized in a single kind of weaponry, trade ships are classified as frigates and up.

Frigates can engage hyperspace but with a lower range.

Capital: Capital class ships are very large, holding up to 100 or more people, the capital ships are often multi-functional. with docking ports for a small group of strike craft, weapons of several kinds and etc.

Super-Capital: The Super-Capital class is reserved for the carriers and battle cruisers.

The Carriers are multi-functional ships which can build fighters, corvettes and frigates, plus they act as docking centers for such ships. Their crew is of up to 300 people

The battle cruisers are large ships with all kinds of weaponry and thus can be devastating; their crews are of up to 200 people

Shipyard class ships are one of a kind. This class applies to any large-scale low mobility facility whose purpose is mainly to support a fleet or act as a docking point in new areas. starbases, space stations, military shipyards and space colonies are classified as shipyard-class. They don’t carry many weapons, only point-defense kinetic cannons and rail guns. Crew: 500 people and up

Mothership: The Mothership class is applied to any ship which is larger than the shipyards and has effective weaponry systems. The mothership class is applied to flagships, large-scale space colonies and stations. Motherships (or Flagships) require a great deal of resources and work to be assembled, so it is a bit hard to see more than one at a time. The motherships have full military facilities for supporting a large-scale detachment from the military bases and act as a central node on the hierarchy of such fleets. These gigantic ships have powerful hyperdrive modules and extensive docking and building/repairing and resourcing facilities, plus they also have relatively strong armor and offensive capabilities, yet they aren’t very mobile due to their tremendous mass, but their hyperdrives often compensate for that.

Note: Players should not have ships larger than super-capital.

Hyperspace
So far, the only known way of surpassing the limits of the light speed is the trans-dimensional hyperspace module, which transports a ship to another brane-world, allowing it to move greater distances easily. The process requires a hypermodule to charge up and create a “crack” on our brane-world, allowing it to slip to hyperspace.

The problem with this is that the module requires a constant energy input to be able to keep the ship on the secondary brane, thus the effective range is limited. Here is more or less the possible ranges for the classes of hypermodules (if there is more than one module on the fleet, the highest-capability one is used)

Capital Class module: up to 500 light-years per jump, charge time: 10 hours per full jump

Super-Capital and Shipyard: up to 2000 light-years per jump. Charge time: 1 day

Mothership: Up to 5000 light-years per jump. Charge time: 1 day (efficient charge-up)

The short jump, which can be of just a couple thousand kilometers takes just a few minutes to charge up for any kind of module.

Limitations:
Other than the range limitation, the hyperjump, which always goes on a straight line from A to B, can not cross a gravity well from a large planet or a star, thus the longest jumps aren’t always applicable since they may always cross a gravity well, leading to a “crash” from the hyperspace, damaging the module and placing the ship on highly inconvenient places such as the core of a star, the middle of a supernova or a blackhole, or surrounded by junkyard vermin

Disturbances on the space-time such as random anomalies render some areas of the galaxy unavigable. The great ship graveyard also blocks hyperspace due to decayed modules, which emit quantum waves that disrupt any travel there.

Supernovas can render the area nearby them unnavigable for several weeks due to the radiation discharge they cause
The rings on the political map indicate the locations of the Hypergates

These gates, which are extremely time-costly and expensive to assemble, use a co-coordinated quantum wave effect to open a hyperspace window between themselves, what allow the ships to instantly move between those gates. However if one side turns off the gate, anything that is moving trough it gets towed back to the origin gate. Invasions trough the gates are quite hard to do due to the fact that it is easy to turn the gate off, all you need to do is ram a missile in one of those four mini cores and the whole thing crashes. This system that uses to ends is the only known way to exceed the limit of 5 thousand light years per jump (the record is of 5145.12586 light years)

Basic Weapons Systems:
Most (known) weapons classify in these kinds:

Kinetic: These weapons rely on projectiles which are propelled in high speeds, they aren’t very accurate, but allow a fast recharge rate, often used in fighters.

Larger-sized mass drivers mounted on cannons in ships can deal quite some damage though, yet they can’t recharge so often.

Small-sized mass drivers are loaded all around the hull of larger ships to server as anti-swarmer equipment.

Bombs which carry a heated warhead are used in larger-sized mass drivers to deliver more damage since they are combined with the explosive capabilities of a warhead and not the pure punch of depleted uranium.

Beam:

Beam weapons deliver much more damage since they are energy-based; these weapons produce a beam of particles and energy, what is extremely accurate depending on the way it is mounted. They subdivide into three kinds:

Lasers: Lasers are beams of pure energy, which can’t last very long though, their main feature is being able to cripple a ship trough their precision aiming and, if used with low energy and a high refire rate, can take down a swarm of fighters very quickly. (Lasers also can be called phasers; they are almost the same thing)

Beams: Beams are a constant flow of particles which can cause much damage since they last for a long time. Unfortunately the beam weapon has a major drawback. First of all unless it’s accelerator can be mounted on a spiral layout (which requires the space of a capital ship or bigger) the beam can’t be directed to turrets, and must be on the nozzle of a frigate class or bigger.

Secondarily, there is no known way of efficiently dissipate the heat created by the beams, what means that even if there is a large amount of energy, they must stop firing to cool down.

Some of the most well known beam weapons are the ion beams, which were the main weapon during the Great Ilra war, and still are very common. The designs for the legendary Multi-Beam-Frigate are lost, and the only exemplars that may exist probably reside on the ship graveyards…

Pulses: The pulse beams are the only kind of beam weapons which can be mounted on corvettes, since they don’t require a big accelerator. They basically behave just like their “big brothers” the frigate beams, but they last just a couple of seconds, to avoid damage to the corvette’s structure. These beams, though, are strong enough to take down another corvette on a single shot. Larger ships are outfitted with such weapons to compensate their lack of hull-defense coverage.

There are other weapons classes which don’t fit here, such as missiles, but these don’t require much explanation.

The Great Ship Graveyard
This region of space on the Quaritical Fist is the reminiscent of great battles of the past. It is not known why, but much of the “trash” of the space, like dead ships, megalithic ancient structures, and etc, ends towed up here, on the depths of the Graveyard Dust Field. This place would be a gold mine for scrap metal sellers if it wasn’t by the so called junkyard vermin.
These ships which are controlled by artificial intelligence seem to be automaton maintenance bots whose program deteriorated, they “tend” to the derelicts here, and build more copies of themselves out of the scrap metal, they are extremely violent and have great numbers, although their ships aren’t very strong, they can easily overwhelm the largest of the fleets in number and speed. There are several kinds of ships, such as small drones which swarm the ships like hell, bigger but slower corvette-ships which attach themselves to the hull and drill holes, hacking into the ship’s systems, and the so called “Guardians”, Destroyer-class ships which are extremely dangerous due to their powerful ion beams. Without life-support, these ships seem to be able to dissipate heat more easily, and they fire their beams almost non-stopping…

That area seems to also have hyperspace anomalies, perhaps a normal “bend” on the space due to dark matter and other unknown substances, that’s possibly why the trash ends there…

Since the area is a great junkyard where useless things go and the bot-ships never fly out of the perimeter, most governments aren’t taking any action over the place, leaving it as the galaxy’s dump. Yet the area MUST be avoided at all costs…

Out Of Context Info
Just some information to add some culture sense to the game.

First of all, think that earth is on the game, I actually placed a dot where it is on the political map, it is the green dot on the Free Worlds Confederation, I added earth since otherwise the culture will be more or less “lost” since it is a totally alien environment.

Please do not select only capital ships (the largest possible) since the game won’t be very fun if everyone is a commander of a mini-carrier. You can have some NPC “allies”, if you are a fighter your strike group can be of up to 10 other ships, 5 for corvettes, one additional frigate for frigates, and a strike craft of 5 ships for capitals.

I believe most of the stuff are covered here, my PM inbox is open to any questions, also, don’t mind the plot holes, as long as the thing flows

Biggest first post ever huh? ;D

I guess that's it, I'm going to post my profile as soon as possible, but that may take more than 20 hours (probably MUCH more) since I got tests tommorow and blah blah blah....

[Solar]

Nice... I'll certainly join in...

But just because I'm wondering... Where do we begin?

I think I got a nice plan already... The owner of a small fighter... And perhaps I get a bigger ship later...

And who knows what's in that graveyard? Though I think I'll only go there when I have a LOT of back-up!

Last question for now: what happens in the beginning of the RP?

[jo]

I was thinking about a free-for-all roleplaying where our chrachters would end meeting up and forming a party to fight the dark forces... (/cliche)

Actually this was supposed to be the base for a free for all roleplay. So I'm not very sure...

Oh and pardon the black splotches in that map. When I made it the monitor's contrast was so low I didn't notice them...
There we go, my profile:


A tall, hooded person stayed on the bookstore shop of Freespace 5-1AR, waiting to be attended. When the Clerk asked what he wanted, a deep booming voice on his head named a couple of terran books, ranging from classics as Kafka and child tales as Christmas night.

The total was of around 20 books, after paying the dealer with some valuevable crystals, the hooded person walked out of the shop. Before the Clerk could call him because he forgot the books, the pile came out of the store flying, almost hitting head of the now-confused clerk.

A couple of minutes later, the being entered his ship, the loading process of around 50 tons of boron was complete.

The tall and thin alien walked trough a long and empty room full of lights and well illuminated. It moved towards a screen with a large command interface and a strange vat full of a green fluid and a light-blue semitransparent protoplasm thing that moved inside it. The books still were following it.

After sitting down in the chair and placing the books on a shelf nearby, the being typed some commands in a console beside the vat. A gravition field formed and the walls of the vat were lowered. The alien walked into the vat and started floating in it. The protoplasm engfuled him and dissolved his arms's skin instantly, afterwards tentacles from the protoplasm connected to the exposed nerves and blood vessels.
The books were dropped into the ground.

"Interface sucessful" - A message appeared in the monitor in the room. The whole ship clung to life as the alien started to send commands directly to the protoplasm, and from it to the spaceship itself.

Personal data:

Name: Unknown, refers to himself as JO
Sex: Male
Blood Type: Alien
Height: 2.12 M
Weight: 70 Kg
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: No Hair
Notable features: No mouth or nose, speaks telepathically, glowing eyes
Education level: Order of Kun-Mah (highest possible university grade in his homeworld)

Father: Num-Akhu Pewjed
Mother: Num-Akhua Kalen
Siblings: S'chal kal

*Num-Akhu(a) means "Lord of the ring", what will be explained later, no it isn't related to that magic crap

JO, as he refers to himself just appeared on the known worlds, no one knows where he came from, but his ship shows considerable amounts of advanced technology.

JO is very reserved and quiet, rarely he speaks with someone else if the topic isn’t busness, plus he normally hides his appearance by using outdated robes and a hood…

JO presents significativelly powerful psychic capabilities, he’s been reported to already have sent an agent into comatose by just pointing his hands at him, he also has relatively powerful telekinetic skills. Although, he seems to be extremely weak physically, he hardly stays over 3 hours outside his ship, plus his body isn’t very strong, no reports of him handling an object larger than a glass of water are known.

He also suffers by staying on human environment for a long time period. His race is in a partial symbiosis with a protplasmic being which they keep in their ships. The protoplasm attaches itself to his body, and the inteface both feeds and heals him. The protoplasm itself is quite sturdy and intelligent, it's the bridge between his body and the spaceship's system, and the resident AI.

If removed from the adequate envroment, the protoplasm quickly clots and forms a small (as big as a football) pod where it's "brain" and basic functions are enclosed. Upon return to an healthy envroment, the pod opens and the protoplasm regenerates.

Under the robes a secondary pair of arms attached to his back is noticeable.

Ship report:
Name - Dreamsower
Class - Capital
Mass – 1500+ tons
Crew – Unknown, believed to be just 1 person and one AI

Information:




JO’s ship is an horseshoe-shaped behemoth. It has capacity for 6 cargo units, what is quite a lot for a capital class ship, plus it also is extremely agile, being able to do 180º turns as fast as a frigate.

It is believed that the two rods that extend from the ship’s aft section are the thrusters, they are quite far from the main structure and thus are one of the weak points.

On the middle of the U-shaped arc it has there is an sphere-shaped complex with tons-o-lites. The living space and equipment stay there. Just a bit lower from the sphere-bridge there is a H shaped hull extension, on the centre there seems to be the main ship’s engine/core.

The core also is protected by a kind of gravitation field which deflects the incoming fire, however the shield there only compensates the lack of armour.

The front of the ship has strange symbols which glow, and it is able to activate an optical cloaking system that renders that surface totally reflective.

The engine seems to be an parti-inertialess drive due to the ship’s agility. Yet it produces significant plasma trails and it’s signature on the scanners is easy to detect.

Weapons:

It has a point-defence ion pulse weapon, however there are two hardpoints on the hemispheres of the hull, which are the source of a fast-firing high-turn ion cannon.

The Dreamsower also presents a group of two telemetrically-controlled corvette-class pyramid-shaped ships. They are as agile as their mothership, and also are equipped with the point-defence pulse ion beams and a direct pulse ion beam. They also are able to repair the ship.

It's weakness is low power. For fighting, engines have to be disabled and if the engines are on, the shield on the core is minimal.

[LordTerrible]

This looks awesome Am I correct guessing you've drawn inspiration from Homeworld and EVE?

[Bludgeonman]

Sounds uber-cool. Noticed quite alot of Homeworld in there but I ain't complaining.

My character:

A human, born on a prosperous, core-ward world in the Free Worlds Confederation, Manwell Undergate lived the good life. His parents were the Duke and Dutchess of a particularly well-off city state, situated on the planet Sehratim, a resource-rich ocean world with an abundant and agressive ecosystem.
The few islands located on Sehratim are far too small to support any large development, so instead they were left to the birds, and the colonising humans built their nations in semi-submerged artificial environments, tethered by enormous chains to the ocean floor to prevent drift.

Manwell earned a place in the top millitary academy of Sehratim after achieving somewhat mediocre grades in high school, subjecting his family to adverse media attention, with scandals of corruption and deciet. This carried over into his academy life, where he was put upon for being a daddy's boy, having not really earned his place.
Previously a charismatic socialiser, he was forced into becoming reclusive, nursing a newfound resentment for those around him. This worked to his advantage, as he was able to devote more time and effort to his studies, quickly rising above his classmates in acedemic achievements.
Five years later, Manwell passed his officer's degree with flying colours, and became the communications officer of a newly-built frigate called Sword of Damocles. The Damocles is a prototype Free Worlds Confederation Navy Assault Frigate, equipped with several anti-fighter kinetic turrets, and a single anti-capital rail gun. The rail gun's assembly is situated along the dorsal sector of the ship, with the barrel pointing out of the nose. It can fire a large metal projectile at phenomenal velocity, though it takes a while for the electromagnetic rams to charge.
The Damocles has only a weak shield for maintaining the life-support and protection against corrosion from small spacebourne particles, instead relying on a heavy chassis and armour plating that can bear the brunt of an attack from similarly equipped vessels, but would buckle under repeated blasts. It is also vulnerable to corvettes and plasma-bombers.

Manwell served on the Damocles for many years under a capitain that "lacked vision". The unambitious little man followed orders to a t, never taking his own initiative in any of the petty border-skirmishes that the Damocles was pitted against. Manwell and several other like-minded officers filed many complaints against the capitain for being innatentive, irresponsible and a poor strategist, but they were caught up in red tape and lost in the beurocracy.
Eventually, Manwell led a mutiny, resulting in the capitain being left stranded on an almost completely uninhabited jungle-moon in some backwater corner of the Confederation. His once forgotten charisma returned, Manwell took command of the Damocles, leading it away from its home system and into the Inner Rim, eventually attacking and raiding a small, Ilra research station above a gas giant.
Obviosly, this set off alot of political tensions between the Republic and the Confederation, resulting in the Damocles being declared out of Confederation jurisdiction and protection, and its crew courtmarshalled from the Navy.

A further ten years later Manwell and his crew now roam the galaxy as pirates, preying on poorly guarded trade convoys and ill-attended space stations, taking supplies and valuables to be hoarded in the Damocles' cargo hold. To the galactic powers, they are little more than a pest, and so they have little trouble making their way along hyperspace routes, and concealing their ship while they make covert planet stops to spend their ill-earned lucre.

Name: Manwell Undergate
Sex: Male
Blood Type: O
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 70 Kg
Eye Color: Blue/Grey
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Notable features: Continues to wear Navy uniform with capitain's knots, despite being courtmarshalled.
Education level: Officer's Degree

Father: Duke Reginald Undergate
Mother: Dutchess Rhianna Undergate
Siblings: None

I hope this is all OK. Tell me if some of it doesn't work

[MJLover]

I'll join in.. Oh yes, it is me..!

I only have to read it all, I've read quite a bit, but still not all of it. Which I'll do tomorrow, or later today since I'm needed in the garden, to do some gardening.. Which is.. boring

[jo]

Hmm, there are some issues with this role playing, but I'll do one entry now. We'll hold an MSN meeting to decide how it'll work...

JO woke up from his deep dreams... the display in his front still showed the colorful mess of hyperspace. The dream sower, while having a large cargo space and heavy weapons, was clumsy in hyperspace. Shipments which would take days to do via normal hyperspace take whole weeks sometimes. Even though, the added cargo and low energy outcome made his shipping services well-accepted.

With a mental gesture the galactic map appeared. He was approaching the Kuh-Na system, an off-road little planet in the borders of Shakti and the Inner Rim. More 3 hours of travel to go...

An internal mechanical arm grabbed one of the electronic books and started hacking it. Seconds later the whole text was displayed in a monitor inside JO's vat. He proceeded to read it calmly.

(OOC: The interface is command only, he can't receive neural feedback.)

An hour passed in complete silence. The protoplasm would move around every once and then, but that was it. Suddenly the alarms in the ship rang and the words "Hyperspace Failure" appeared in the display. The ship was pulled out of hyperspace seconds later.

The scanners started sweeping the area immediately, and soon JO knew the cause of the crash. Pirates. And many of them.

There were in the total, 3 frigates, one small carrier and 10 corvettes swarming in front of him... The pirates hailed with their typical negotiation proposal:

"Surrender all your cargo and we'll spare your ship!"

JO stayed in silence...

"We said to surrender your cargo and you'll be spared! Reply or be destroyed!"

Silence...

The pirates, being patient souls as they are proceeded to fight. Their corvettes were armed with kinetic weapons, while the frigates had stronger ballistic projectiles, and the carrier was supporting them with the point-defense firepower.

JO quickly charged the ship's defensive systems. Orange sparks flew from the hull as the point-defense systems kicked to life. The two cohort corvettes detached themselves from the Dream Sower's hull and already proceeded to attack the frigates which had no defense against strike craft. The hits in the ship by the corvettes were badly felt, and one by one they were shot down by the orange pulsar beams coming from everywhere in the hull.

The corvettes already had dispatched one of the frigates when the alarms beeped in JO's control room once more. This time the carrier had brought it's heavy weapons to bear, 3 high-power ion beams were pointing at him and charging up. The corvettes were fleeing from him due to the powerful defense. The three ion beams hit the ship making it lose stabilization. He had to take a stronger measure to fend off the carrier.

The second frigate blew up under the pulsar fire from the two corvettes. The third one already was retreating when JO's ship apparently powered down. No lights, only the core remained lit.
Suddenly an orange beam, twice the thickness of the ion beams from the carrier shot from the top hardpoint. It hit the carrier right on his own ion cannons. The flow of both particles fought against each other to force passage, and bolts of supercharged ion flows which lost magnetic containment flew around like solar flares. The carrier couldn't keep it's beams on any longer as their power units already were melting so it turned off. In a second the ion beam from JO's ship made into it, hitting right into the ion capacitors which still weren't closed...

A large explosion in the ship's nozzle instantly happened as the ion capacitors were tore apart. The bridge was unharmed since it stayed in the carrier's backside, but it started losing stabilization. The orange beams kept cutting it into pieces as it rotated over the fire.

The Dream Sower's energy capacitors depleted a minute later. JO called the two corvettes back, which still were pursuing the fleer frigate. He reactivated the engines and slowly his ship accelerated to Impulse 3 (Impulse 3 = as fast as a frigate), passing majestically in the front of a derelict carrier. Escape pods fled from the derelict going to their companion frigate...

Half an hour later the hyperspace engines had their energy replenished and JO's ship entered hyperspace...

[Solar]

On planet Earth, a relatively young man (you could probably call him a boy) walks in the bar. He orders a beer, which is swiftly given to him by the barkeeper.

Barkeep: "So you're leaving, right?"
"Yeah. I got a nice sum of credits. A shame he died, but it has its advantages."
Barkeep: "Hah! That uncle wasn't worth life anyhow. Look at how he gained his money?"
"Yeah, but now it'll be put to good use!"

The young man drinks his beer, and puts down his glass.

Barkeep: "You know, I'll miss talking to you when you're going out there. Be careful! There are lots of pirates and other scum out there."
"I know. Not to mention that some of those aliens are really nasty. But if I make some money in a fighter, I might get a bigger ship later."
Barkeep: "Fighters remain very expensive!"
"I got a contact, who's been able to steal a ship from the Okla Shipyard. Nobody even noticed. He'll sell me for half the price."
Barkeep: "Just be careful out there! And don't trust everybody! Don't forget to return here once in a while!"

The young man leaves the bar, ignoring some girls who are staring at him.


Name: Tom Riddle.
Sex: Male
Age: 16 years old.
Blood Type: A
Height: 1.70 M
Weight: 60 Kg
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Black.
Notable features: Looks good though he seems weak, seems to be very charismatic.
Education level: High school.

Father: Leroy Riddle. Died in an accident five years after Tom's birth.
Mother: Leila Riddle. Died giving birth to Tom.
Siblings: None.

[Bludgeonman]

Harry Potter alert! Harry Potter alert! Lord Voldemort has joined the RP ;D ;D ;D

And while I'm at it, I'll write my first RP post.

Manwell stood on the bridge of the Sword of Damocles, scrutinizing the universe displayed before him on the main screen.
His communications officer had been listening in on ID transmissions in the nearby shipping lane to pick their next target, and had located a capital-class freighter carrying huge quantities of boron into a quiet, dead-end corner of the Inner Rim.
Manwell chewed his cigar with anticipation; being a pirate involved long periods of boredom followed by brief periods of life-threatening space combat, but it always payed off. Well, almost always.
Their latest raid saw the Damocles suffer a huge ion puncture near the hyperdrive module, and had to be repaired at the cost of selling the whole of their accumulated booty to pay. The crew, adept at maintaining their ship as they were, couldn't patch up a hole that big.
So, they set up an ambush for their next prey. Just one ship, no support craft, no escorts. A comically easy pay out, but there was a bad feeling on the deck. Something told Manwell that this was no ordinary capital ship...

[Solar]

Avada Kedavra!


Tom has arrived at a seemingly small shop, and he walks in.

Unfriendly shopkeeper: "What you want?"
"I'd like to talk to the boss."
Unfriendly shopkeeper: "Bah! He's in the back! Go through the damned door if you have to see that bastard!"
"Err... Yes..."

Tom quickly goes through the door, and enters a small room, where the boss is sitting.
Boss: "What? Who's there? Ah, it's you! I presume you're here for the ship?"
"Yes. Let's get straight to buisness, shall we?"
Boss: "Fine, fine. This way. We'll take a shortcut to the hangar."

The 'boss' of the store goes through another door, and Tom follows curiously. At the tend of a rather long tunnel, there's a metal door, which swiftly opens after the boss has entered a code in the nearby control pad...

The boss enters, and Tom follows. They are in a huge hangar, which looks high-tech. On the other side of the hangar, one single ship awaits...



Boss: "Well? What do you think?"
"It's not bad..."
Boss: "Not bad? It's perfect quality! I nicked - err... I bought it from the finest shipyard on planet Earth!"
"We both know you stole it. Anyhow, as I said before, let's get to buisness. The price?"
Boss: "Err... 20 million?"
"Outragous! Not even the Slidedale corvette is that expensive!"
Boss: "Yes, yes, yes... Err... Any suggestion?"
"Well yes, actually. What about..."

Tom and the 'boss' start negotiating, occasionally shouting "outragous"...

[jo]

The Dream Sower's hyperspace jump once again crashed due to instability. JO though "What is it now...."


In his front, a single frigate peered at him. JO didn't want to have yet another fight so he opened the communication links and hailed:

"What do you want?", taking care to the voice modulator to sound specially scary...

His ship towered before the frigate. The front lights faded back and forth ominously

[MJLover]

"Being a human isn't really fun when on an alien planet, Sadar." A young kid said, his hair was short, and black. It shined in the light, and so did his brown eyes and white teeth.
"I know Jon, I know. At least I am your friend." The alien Sadar said while inspecting Jon's home. "But you must understand, that this is my job. If I find anything you are not supposed to have, I'll let you clean it up in 24 hours, ok?" The alien female continued, she stopped by a shelf and pulled out her 16x adjustable magnifying glass and started looking around.
"Okey Sadar, I admit, I got some stuff here which shouldn't be here. They are from my childhood on earth, and I cannot let go of my precious belongings." Jon said while turning around a corner to follow Sadar.
"You better clean out till' tomorrow then. I mean it this time." She complained, Jon seemed to not give a damn, but as he was leaving tomorrow, it didn't really matter.
"Well, ok. I will get rid of it. Actually, I'm going into space tomorrow, and I'll take with me that so you don't have to arrest me."
Sadar looked at Jon with suspicious eyes. She lowered her head and sighed.
"I will miss having you around, you've really progressed around here." She finally said after being completely silent for some seconds.
"Tell that to the gangs," Jon mumbled to himself.
"What?" Sadar said, almost mumbling too.
"I'll miss you too." Jon finally continued and brought up a little smile. He followed Sadar to the door of his home and gave her a hug goodbye. The last hug he'd ever give her.

A human, born on earth and sent to the planet of Zachbar at the age of ten. The planet lies just outside of Free Worlds Confederation, and is unnoticed by all the mining in the galaxy. It's sofisticated cloaking device hides the planet and keeps the children from around the galaxy safe there. These children have no parents, they either left them or died. This particular person Jon has become seventeen years old, he's been that in two months now. He is unusualy strong for a human, and his intelligence is not bad either. He used to be a criminal before he was sentenced to community service for eighteen human years when he got busted while trying to steal 3000 zizibens.

Three years after he had started the community service, one year before now, he started borrowing money from the local mob, and ended up owing 540, 000 zizibens to the mob. Every human who crosses path with Jon, wonders how he ever got such a high debt at such a young age. Six months ago Jon was supposed to take out the leader of the Grim's, who are another local mob, or more of a gang. Jon failed his attempt and barely made it out alive. He swore that he'd never commit crime again, but he always keeps the weapon he failed with in his house.

Jon is a troubled child, but intelligent. He started in second grade at the age of four, started in high school at age of 7, and finished it at age of 9. He studys a lot. His nickname "Local" is earned for capturing and eliminating one of Zachbar's most respected general. From that moment on, he was your local hitman, hence the name, "Local".

Jon is now awaiting his ship, so that he can leave the planet and start mining in the galaxy. Jon feels his skills are being underestimated, and has plans on taking over the ship.

Name: Jon "Local" Midster
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Blood Type: B
Height: 1, 76 m
Weight: 74 Kg
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Notable features: His hair seems to glow in the dark and shine in the light.
Education level: 7 years in ground school. Jon was upped to High school, and finished it at the age of 9.

Father: Glen Midster
Mother: Maria Midster
Siblings: None

Just tell me if this is ok, if not, I'll edit

[jo]

MJ: Well, it's yet another criminal charachter, at this rate this RP will become a pirate hideout. Think about something else, but if you have no ideas, then it's ok. (Well, your charachter is a little too young, but that's it...)

[MJLover]

He isn't a criminal, thats just his background. He is naive and wants his skills to be put to use. You'll understand it when I post more

And I'll up his age by years..

I'm going too sleep now though, good night..

[Bludgeonman]

jo said:

"What do you want?" taking care to the voice modulator to sound specially scary...

Before replying to the hail, Manwell mutters to his weapons officer, "Charge the capacitors on the rail cannon. If he opens fire, so do you."
"Aye cap'n. Rail cannon is at 1% and charging."
"Good. Open the channel!" he barks to the comms officer.
"Aye cap'n! Channel is open, go ahead."
"Freighter! You will jettison your cargo for us to tractor in! Faliure to comply will mean that we have to take it from you forcefully. You have ten seconds to reply."
"Rail cannon is at 20% and charging!" says the weapons officer, as a deep electrical hum enters hearing range, getting steadily louder...