tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post4011826487369855651..comments2024-03-19T05:48:34.142-04:00Comments on GROGNARDIA: Open Friday: Who Are These Guys?James Maliszewskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00341941102398271464noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-90019608599621290982012-02-16T07:25:53.212-05:002012-02-16T07:25:53.212-05:00After a night's sleep, I made some modificatio...After a night's sleep, I made some modifications to the above adding a bit more story, and would like to replace it. Please feel free to edit out the original.<br /><br /><br />Sam Bradshaw's Lament<br /><br />The legend lives on from port Chippewa on down <br />of the trade route they called "Gitche Gumee."<br />The stars, it is said, never give up their dead<br />when the routes of the jumpspace turn ugly.<br />With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more<br />than the Starship Fitzgerald weighed empty,<br />that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed<br />when the "Pirates of Yavanna" came calling. <br /><br />A lad joined the crew, bright young shiny and new<br />seeking to make his fame and fortune.<br />Without many years, he had no learned fears<br />and ignored the crew and captain's learned warnin's.<br />They concluded some terms with a couple of steel firms<br />as they left fully loaded for San Charon.<br />And later that night when the ship's klaxon rang,<br />could it be the pirate's wrath they'd been fearin'?<br /><br />The strain in the engine made a tattle-tale sound<br />and a voice on the radio came hailing.<br />And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too<br />'twas the witch of Yavanna come stealin'.<br />The captain refused and he bolstered the crew<br />as the pirates commenced their attackin'.<br />A blast destroyed a main, as he fought through pain<br />to save the young lad from the vacuum.<br /><br />When reprieve finally came the young lad crossed the deck sayin'.<br />"Captain, it's too rough t'save ya."<br />At seven P.M. a main hatchway blew in; he said,<br />"Captain, it's bin good t'know ya!"<br />The captain wired in he had borders comin' in<br />and ordered the good crew from peril.<br />And later that night as the lad's boat drifted outta sight<br />came the loss of the Starship Fitzgerald.<br /><br />Does any one know where the love of God goes<br />when ambush turns minutes to hours?<br />The lad drifted for days till he made Hathor Bay<br />but never saw another crew member.<br />They might have split up or they might have been captured;<br />they may have broke hard and took vaccum.<br />But all that remains is the young man once saved<br />by a captain whose ghost haunts his dreams.<br /><br />New Iapetus rolls, Monocerotis sings<br />in the rooms of her ice-cavern mansions.<br />Old Azizos steams like a young man's dreams;<br />the moons and bays are for sportsmen.<br />And farther on down Karajina Prime<br />takes in what Mara V can send her,<br />And the trading boats go as the pilots all know<br />with the Pirates of Yavanna remembered.<br /><br />In a musty old bar sits a man on his own,<br />as withered as space fare can make one.<br />And each week he cries as he drinks twenty-nine times<br />to each man on the good ship Fitzgerald.<br />The legend he tells on from port Chippewa on down<br />of the trade route they called "Gitche Gumee."<br />"The stars," he said, "never give up their dead<br />when the Pirates of Yavanna come calling!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-22747055571827928452012-02-16T01:15:56.229-05:002012-02-16T01:15:56.229-05:00In a flash of insanity, this hit me tonight. A sto...In a flash of insanity, this hit me tonight. A story for the first picture, with apologies to Gordon Lightfoot:<br /><br /><br />Sam Bradshaw's Lament<br /><br />The legend lives on from port Chippewa on down <br />of the trade route they called "Gitche Gumee."<br />The stars, it is said, never give up their dead<br />when the routes of the jumpspace turn ugly.<br />With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more<br />than the Starship Fitzgerald weighed empty,<br />that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed<br />when the "Pirates of Yavanna" came calling. <br /><br />The ship was the pride of the Azizos side<br />coming back from some mine on Maruki.<br />As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most<br />with a crew and good captain well seasoned,<br />concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms<br />when they left fully loaded for San Charon.<br />And later that night when the ship's klaxon rang,<br />could it be the pirate's wrath they'd been fearin'?<br /><br />The strain in the engine made a tattle-tale sound<br />and a voice on the radio came hailing.<br />And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too<br />'twas the witch of Yavanna come stealin'.<br />The captain refused and inspired the crew<br />as the pirates commenced their attackin'.<br />A blast destroyed a main, as he fought through pain<br />to save a young man from the vacuum.<br /><br />When reprieve finally came the old doc came on deck sayin'.<br />"Captain, it's too rough t'save ya."<br />At seven P.M. a main hatchway blew in; he said,<br />"Captain, it's bin good t'know ya!"<br />The captain wired in he had borders comin' in<br />and ordered the good crew from peril.<br />And later that night as the boats drift outta sight<br />came the loss of the Starship Fitzgerald.<br /><br />Does any one know where the love of God goes<br />when ambush turns minutes to hours?<br />The searchers all say they'd have made Hathor Bay<br />if they'd put fifteen more leagues behind 'er.<br />They might have split up or they might have been captured;<br />they may have broke hard and took vaccum.<br />But all that remains is the young man once saved<br />by a captain whose ghost it still haunts him.<br /><br />New Iapetus rolls, Monocerotis sings<br />in the rooms of her ice-cavern mansions.<br />Old Azizos steams like a young man's dreams;<br />the moons and bays are for sportsmen.<br />And farther on down Karajina Prime<br />takes in what Mara V can send her,<br />And the iron boats go as the pilots all know<br />with the Pirates of Yavanna remembered.<br /><br />In a musty old bar sits a man on his own,<br />as withered as space fare can make one.<br />And each week he cries as he drinks twenty-nine times<br />to each man on the good ship Fitzgerald.<br />The legend he tells on from port Chippewa on down<br />of the trade route they called "Gitche Gumee."<br />"The stars," he said, "never give up their dead<br />when the Pirates of Yavanna come calling!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-72142741663967297662012-02-14T16:10:48.923-05:002012-02-14T16:10:48.923-05:00Top Image
Cmdr. Charleton "Char" Rawlin...Top Image<br /><br />Cmdr. Charleton "Char" Rawlings<br /><br />Reaching the stars was a dream of Char Rawlings from the time he was a boy. As soon as he was able, he sought work on spaceship, escaping a harsh family life and dim economic future. With no real skills, he took the lowest job available as security on the heavy freighter Rochester. After proving himself capable in several altercations with pirates, Ralings moved quickly up in rank in Colonial Security. In his spare time, he taught himself spacecraft piloting and navigation.<br /><br />When forced to bring his unit's force to bear on civilians during a riot on a remote world, Rawlings felt he had had enough. He resigned his commission and returned to The Rochester, this time as a Co-Pilot. He remained for several years, eventually taking command of the vessel when the previous commander retired. <br /><br />Rawling's simple life in the cargo business has come to an abrupt end as, on the brink of galactic conflict, the Rochester has been called into service as a privateer...Bruxisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10281470286169023371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-66973512201663632352012-02-13T22:01:32.829-05:002012-02-13T22:01:32.829-05:00The girl wearing communication gear is named Gaulk...The girl wearing communication gear is named Gaulkin Frasier. She is the daughter of an ore space shipping magnate and a Calypso singer from the Caribbean. Whilst 7 months pregnant Gaulkin's mother abruptly left her man behind and fled back to the Islands, where she made sure that her daughter would be raised as a proper West Indian. When she was 15, Gaulkin went to visit UK and went to live with her father. She acknowledged his love gracefully, and let him put her through an exclusive British public school, her father's alma matter, but she insisted on keeping her own identity, speaking with an exaggerated West Indies accent to vex her British aunts and uncles. After graduating with top honors from the London School of Economics, Gaulkin was quickly accepted as a management trainee into her dear old father's ore shipping empire. Gaulkin proved to be highly capable trainee, who increased the company's revenue and made it into the ranks of the company executives. What Gaulkin noticed were the minute fluctuations in the price of ore delivered to refineries at the instant of the delivery. A fluctuation of one penny per ton made a big difference when at stake were Weightless Barges of ore delivering shipments of one million Rth Tns (Earth Tons equivalent) and more. Putting her operations research training to work, Gaulkin implemented optimal navigation routes for the company ore ships from distant asteroids and outer planets to the several refinery districts, scattered across the Solar system, most located near large Off World Starship build sites. Gaulkin also implemented a system of alerts and decision points for Captains to divert the ship on the moment's notice to the most profitable refinery of the moment. The exact details of her network communications have been patented and are a closely guarded trade secret. Gaulkin's father was quick to recognize his progeny's achievement and back her as the company officer. Her latest project is to build refinery ship, a small man made satellite really, and to get the shipping company directly involved in the rare metals trade. To oversee this project, her date gave her the use of his best and most luxurious starship yacht, Indomitable, which Gaulkin took immediate liking to and nicknamed it Insufferable. Gaulkin was well regarded by the ore ship captains, swayed over to her side by a system of bonuses for successful deliveries of ore to refineries, which Gaulkin implemented to reward the captains initiative and participation in her system of speculation. She accepted their half-joking salutes in stride and hijacked their half-mockery of her as their "Admiral". Gaulkin cut a dashing figure. Easily over six foot tall in her high heeled boots, she had a demanding voice and an imposing presence. Having been a life-long swimmer, cyclist, and later a polo-player, Gaulkin knew the power of her looks and was not afraid to use them. From a theater supply house she purchased a dark blue cape, which she had embroidered with the company logo. Next, she bought, borrowed, or stole an antique British Royal Navy officer's sword, which she retrofitted with a modern blade made from the best Damascus steel in the Japanese Tanto design. She simplified the hilt and gold-plated it, making it from a light-weight non-metallic alloy. Now the transformation was complete. Holding the court among her loyal followers and wearing the most expensive and the latest in communications gear, that was custom built for her with the creative input from the most happening fashion designers, Gaulkin used it to constantly talk to her crew, her staff and her computers. The transformation into the CEO heit apparent was complete.Brooser Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08487438364129415650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-42366949822995628292012-02-13T11:44:28.872-05:002012-02-13T11:44:28.872-05:00C'mon spacers! You guys bred in a tube or some...C'mon spacers! You guys bred in a tube or somethin?!<br />Everybody this side of the Shemm cluster knows who <br />dees folks are....<br /><br />Jack Halloway: <br />Ex Terran Federation Space Navy Captain.<br />He's a reknown pilot,adventurer,explorer.<br />One of the founding memebers of the Space Lancers.<br />Boy he's saved the federations ass more times than i can count on a corvian spleen fish's back tail sceeves.<br />One of the most famous incident was the ZaratHastura incident.<br />Quotes:<br />"Lord Kalvan you may have me outgunned,but i hold in my<br />hand an Illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator,so your<br />point is really moot.You and your men drop your blasters<br />or we all go up in a cloud of vapor."<br /><br />"you think that thing is vicious..have you met my ex wife?"<br /><br />"No Judy.We are not bringing that thing on board!"<br /><br />"yeah he was a quick learner in hands on diplomacy.I only<br />had to bend one of his 8 appendages to let the girl go"<br /><br />Space marine to Jack Halloway:" hey whatzat thing..the Q<br />36..space thingy..I've never heard of it?"<br /><br />Jack Halloway replies:" Neither has Lord Kalvan apparently.I bluffed him.<br /><br />Space Marine:" yeah..but..i found no references to that weapon in the Fed Archives."<br /><br />Jack Halloway:"Try looking under Terran History.<br />cica 1950 AD.Loony Tunes."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and the red headed girl....<br /><br />Judy Halloway.<br />teenage daughter of Jack Halloway.A pint sized package of trouble.She was born on Altoona to Susan Halloway.<br />Her dad and mom seperated shortly after her birth.She has<br />her moms inqusitive nature,and will be a top notch scientist someday..mabye..shes got a lot of her dads adventuring instinct in her,wich leads her into some interesting situations.She is an avid galactic history bufand loves alien languages.<br />She is currently under the wing of her father,as her mom<br />has dissapeared on assignment for the Terran scientific division in the Gallor-clandrime region.<br />Quotes:<br /><br />"I dunno.It appears to be an inspection plate.Its in old<br />chim script.It either says atomic nebulizer or press button for bacon.Either way i say we poke the button"<br /><br />"DAD! QUIT CALLING ME YOUR LITTLE FUZZY WUZZY!!! IM 16!"<br /><br />"well if we lower the gravatic density compensators we should be able to save 8 parsecs off our route.We don't really need shields at light speed anyway right?"<br /><br />"You've kidnapped the wrong life form pal.Does the name Jack Halloway and the space Lancers mean anything to you?"<br /><br />"Hmmm..i think by the markings it goes this way up.If not<br />everybody in 20 klicks is gonna know we put that on wrongmushroomchuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077413114126905892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-4104590390651000862012-02-12T20:15:48.436-05:002012-02-12T20:15:48.436-05:00Lower Image
Colonel Beth'ny Sandival - Comman...Lower Image<br /><br />Colonel Beth'ny Sandival - Commander, 54th SpecOps Div.<br /><br />Current whereabouts: Unknown<br /><br />This 15-year-old photograph featuring then Cadet Sandival is the last known image of the Qwester Colony native. It is believed she was recruited into Special Operations during her first few months of enlistment and has since been involved in a significant number of anti-stability programs against enemies of the Colonies.<br /><br />Sandival's name has turned up in intercepted com traffic over the years, most recently during the Redwood Uprising. Now believed to be leading a division of "Shade Ops," she's earned her place of infamy among the Lunna, Hoof Offensive, and Augmented Triad among others.Praetoriushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09615267701681202292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-38003331618711529932012-02-12T15:12:16.476-05:002012-02-12T15:12:16.476-05:00Makhe Stane. Engineer. Determined, wry, loyal. Tou...Makhe Stane. Engineer. Determined, wry, loyal. Tough as nails after learning in the rough and tumble environment of a cutting edge project in a gas giant atmosphere as a teenager. Always sought out the most challenging engineering commissions, which inevitably led to Makhe repeatedly becoming an unwilling adventurer. Has never killed a man and never wants to.<br /><br />Zinaida Zeitzoff. Aristrocrat-student. Stubborn, easily angered, transparent emotions. The dilettante scion of a dynasty of a Neo-Tzarist Russian colony; her skull was recently crushed in a rock climbing incident and she is wearing a portable autodoc prosthesis and she recovers. She has been prone to bouts of frustration, confusion, and erratic behavior as her cranium is being rebuilt.Blairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10884401206802336531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-38037806800992925022012-02-12T12:33:30.655-05:002012-02-12T12:33:30.655-05:00Ok, here it goes:
The man in a space suit is...Ok, here it goes:<br /><br /> The man in a space suit is named Searl Darragh. He is an experienced Spacer, a Third Mate in the Merchant Fleet curently on an indefinite leave assignment working as a volunteer on an exploration vessel Starship Petkov. Having been an engineering student back on earth, he signed on as a common cargo handler in the Merchant Fleet to experience space and see other worlds. having unwittingly signed on a space tramp merchant vessel that was traversing the edges of deep space on a tour that lasted years, Searl quickly established himself as a capable enginering officer and a gifted welder quite nimble in any space suit or powered armot practically from the first time, Searl has finished his third extended tour (Three is a lucky number with him) and has amassed a small fortune in savings, particularly to an interrupted college frat boy of an engineering student, whose dorm drinking was rudely interrupted by spaceflight training. Having signed himself off on a diatant shore, Searl was drinking a Bahama Mama in a alien-themed Tiki Bar under an exotic greenish-pink skies, when he ran into skinny girl with spiked blue hair and inch thick glasses that scared off the other customers. Having been isolated in space for the better part of the decade, Searl jumped at his chance, found oput that she was a sorrority sister, and told her that she belonged to the sister sorority of his frat house. They struck a rapid friendship under the stressed ciecumstances of an alien resort, and Searl followed his new best friend onto her ship, flying research lab investigating black holes. Having befriended the rest of the crew and the scientists over beers at the ship BBQ, Searl was allowed to join his new friend with the inch thick specs in her cabin, and his talents as a jack of all trades, a welder, and an imaginative hull engineer became very useful very quickly, when he started doing theimpossible, installing custom sensors and other modifications in open vacuum to the ship's outer hull...Brooser Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08487438364129415650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-48685556265830045492012-02-12T12:25:10.552-05:002012-02-12T12:25:10.552-05:00Male- Truane Sin Del. Captain in the Outland Regul...Male- Truane Sin Del. Captain in the Outland Regulators, an adhoc paramilitary group that safeguards the Frontier Zone. Laconic, disciplined, not a man to be trifled with. Rumored to have expelled the Hegemon of Star 13 out an airlock over " injudicious words".<br /><br />Female- Ishtara Theodox. Pirate Queen of the Far Expanse. Expert in alien life and culture, she often supplements her normal "mercantile" activities by brokering negotiations with aliens, or by acting as bounty hunter of fugitives in the Alien Zone. Intellectual, disarmingly charming, and skilled in three styles of unarmed combat.arcadianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12607653187812032790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-2834637377013118542012-02-12T04:45:57.736-05:002012-02-12T04:45:57.736-05:00..heh...first post. Formatting wasn't correct.....heh...first post. Formatting wasn't correct.YoungGroghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18157517199946018453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-30147317930773780922012-02-12T04:44:24.227-05:002012-02-12T04:44:24.227-05:00PS- I am a professional Actor and Playwright. I c...PS- I am a professional Actor and Playwright. I can send you my credentials if necessary. I do voice-overs as well.YoungGroghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18157517199946018453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-74580681755552457792012-02-12T04:36:27.270-05:002012-02-12T04:36:27.270-05:00The last two mini-paragraphs of each section were ...The last two mini-paragraphs of each section were meant to read as intercepted personal instant messages. <br /><br />Then, the entire piece was meant to wrap up with an explanation of the inquisitorial interception. <br /><br />The formatting of the entire piece I totally messed up, though I am confident I can improve.YoungGroghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18157517199946018453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-86886451664399610972012-02-12T04:30:51.755-05:002012-02-12T04:30:51.755-05:00<112.34.56789.32d6r> MadJynx7: Log512
Prasd...<112.34.56789.32d6r> MadJynx7: Log512<br /><br />Prasdus7 is as interesting an IP as one would expect. Life origins @ 5.7%. [NOTE: Interstellar Phenomenon peaked at 7.5RSn +/- .07 RadioSynchronicity] <br /><br />Fe compound Pickup Tonnage: 8.34<br />Ag compound Pickup Tonnage: 3.245<br />Au compound Pickup Tonnage: 1.2347<br /><br /> Damn. I've been magno-collectin' trash for 6 years, and I'll tell you what; no haul butcher than Prasdus7. There's an ole' sayin': Why polish the silver when you can buy more. Well, they can buy more, and I'll collect what they don't polish.<br /><br /> Hey Lil' girl. Daddy's workin' hard. I know you ain't happy about me pickin' up garbage, but it's more than a job. I'm salvaging the fallen. Miss you, Lil' baby-doll. Daddy's gonna buy you a SythWan Mockin' bird. And if that Mockin bird don't cry, Daddy's gonna buy you diamond ring. <br /><br /> <br />--------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><112.34.56789.82d7r> Devout42389543. Log 1234.<br /><br /> Dear Gods, I write you in spite of my last confession. I have always prayed to the Western Star at Second Noon and humbled myself betwixt the Archer and His Las-blaster. Yet, I find myself solemn and bereft of all that Dark God Who Cries places before my apron.<br /><br />Despite my utmost devotion and meditative solitude, I must regret to decline my acceptance to the Crystal Nova Sisterhood. Though my heart hovers, it does not land. Forever forgive my transgressions. <br /><br />I regretfully take my leave of the Cult of the Stellar Virgin, <br /><br />Sister Mary D'Martine.<br /><br /> Arnie, I can't think without you. Feel without you. Nor Love without you. Come back.YoungGroghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18157517199946018453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-33326242222974362222012-02-12T04:17:24.740-05:002012-02-12T04:17:24.740-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.YoungGroghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18157517199946018453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-89188153005909826602012-02-11T23:56:25.236-05:002012-02-11T23:56:25.236-05:00Dudette #2: Wealhþeow is known throughout the know...Dudette #2: Wealhþeow is known throughout the known universe as the Queen of Rock. Her singing talents have brought her fame and fortune beyond compare. What is not known is that her singing talents are actually synthesized beforehand and a voder deep within throat actually creates the patterns. Careful research by her handler/manager (Dude#1) finds the exact rhythm, tempo and octane particular to each world. Enrapturing each world in a powerful, personalized ecstasy.<br /><br />Her careful choice of instruments are closely aligned with the world's own traditions. She then proceeds to sing. Part of the condition of her concerts is that every bandwidth, frequency, channel is devoted to her. She virtually dominates all communication.<br /><br />What is her message? What is her song? Thousands come up with conflicting answers. Each world reports a different experience yet all report the feeling of elation after she performs her concert. It is as the universe suddenly stopped for a moment. What are her motives for doing so? Nobody knows? How has she mastered to voder to produce such feelings across entire worlds repeatedly? Nobody knows? <br /><br />What is known? Only carefully managed and massaged data comes out her publicity office. Her origins were humble. But she is determined to pay back all those who helped her to fame. Her net worth must be in the trillions yet lives quite modestly. For allegedly, the thousands of credits that she earns in concert sales goes back into registered charities helping those most needed on the worlds she visits. True, she gets large tax breaks that more amply pays for her luxury liner that she calls home when she is not spending her nights in a world's finest hotels, dining at the most exclusive restaurants, driving the finest vehicles. She is truly a superstar dwarfing the light of a Thousand Suns.<br /><br />Dude#1: Wealhþeow's handler/manager only known by his stage name - Grendel. He is a rough sort, the type of thug that has hung around one too many space bars. The one where when he enters into the room - silence falls. The type who would slit you open without a blink. Raised on Antebils IV, he was known there by local authorities to be a hood that nobody could touch. Anyone who came close usually ended up dead. Then one day, on the 3D-Vee he makes a public service announcement that he found faith in the redeemer and he has witnessed a miracle. From now on, he is stepping away from his former life, asked forgiveness for all his sins and was going to turn a new leaf. He boarded the next tramp trader and was not seen again on Antebils IV. Law Enforcers tried to dig through old case files mentioning him finding that they had all been purged clean.<br /><br />Now he is known by quadrillions as Grendel - Wealhþeow's handler/manager. He keeps the unwanted from coming near and the wanted must pay to be given access. Where the money goes? Nobody knows. How he met Wealhþeow? Nobody knows. What is the exact relationship between the two of them. Thousands of rumours but nobody knows.<br /><br />============================================<br /><br />Now on Hroðgar Prime, Grendel is found unconscious outside Wealhþeow's hotel room. All doors and windows were locked. But Wealhþeow has somehow disappeared. The security cams reveal nothing. Grendel cannot remember anything.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-13938602708719695872012-02-11T21:32:10.335-05:002012-02-11T21:32:10.335-05:00He is... Major Mike Murphy of Star Command.
Major...He is... Major Mike Murphy of Star Command.<br /><br />Major Murphy (or Murph as his men call him behind his back) is a no-nonsense veteran of the Solar Wars, where he was a soldier in some of the key offensives against the Venusian rocketeer forces. Highly decorated during the Wars, his experience saw his rise through the ranks in the Earth Forces and lead to his being instrumental in the formation of Star Command, Earth's expeditionary force charged with exploring space and protecting Earth's interests and citizens throughout space, after the Wars. Despite his position and importance withing Star Command, Major Murphy is still hands on in matters and not above commadeering nearby soldiers for a direct approach to matters.<br /><br />She is...known only as Valeska.<br /><br />The smuggler known only as Valeska has been making a mockery out of the EarthGov's regulations and laws by smuggling contraband and individuals in and out of Earth space. This situation is exacerbated by her claims to be from the future and stranded in what is her past by a rogue time traveler, claims that infuriate officials within the EarthGov because their law-enforcement officers cannot disprove them or ascertain her true name or identity.Christopher Heltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17931046076046527750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-80427508634776342042012-02-11T20:48:00.251-05:002012-02-11T20:48:00.251-05:00She is Tessa Brun, computer specialist in the empl...She is Tessa Brun, computer specialist in the employ of an unnamed wealthy patron. To the public she is a member of his family and simply travelling the galaxy on his ticket for fun. Thus she plays the bit of a party girl. In reality she is a telepath acting as his 'eyes and ears' keeping tabs on his various interests and linking information on the motives and feelings of people of interest back to him.FastForwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09747587141124326535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-44019464426843537542012-02-11T20:39:39.004-05:002012-02-11T20:39:39.004-05:00He is Agamemnon Burzinski, owner and pilot of a on...He is Agamemnon Burzinski, owner and pilot of a one man 'singlehip', the "Louise". He will carry light cargo or a couple of passengers quickly but uncomfortably. He is an amateur archeologist and his primary business is investigating the relics of the past and selling them to antiquities dealers. Despite the potentially shady nature of his business, he is forthright and honest. Some old hands call him "Captain". When asked why, they shake their heads and say it's not their story to share.FastForwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09747587141124326535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-77442869831790954092012-02-11T14:01:55.571-05:002012-02-11T14:01:55.571-05:00Male image:
Explorer, poet, savior, anarchist. ...Male image: <br /> <br />Explorer, poet, savior, anarchist. All of these have been used to describe Jarvat Stranghorn. Good at many things, yet master of none, he has jumped across more worlds than there are rocks in the Outer Rim. Always one step ahead of his enemies, and usually two steps behind his next big score, he seems to always be in the thick of things when big events happen. He has explored more worlds than most people are even aware of, and has saved many of them from themselves, to the great anger of those who want such fame for themselves. One thing is certain, his enemies are frantically searching for a way to gain an extra step.<br /> <br /><br /><br />Female image:<br /> <br />Many worlds have legends; stories that tell how someone came to them and gave them a gift. On some, it is fire, on others, it is life itself. Among those who are right now out among the stars, visiting and bestowing gifts, is Leekat Sunshadow, the Lady of Light. She is the leader of a team of specialists who follow terraformers and nudge a world's life out into the open. There won't be any stories about her, since the life she beckons is barely sentient, but without her - and those like her - life would be a lot less common than it is. Yet, through all her travels, she remains humble and pragmatic, preferring to quietly go about her good work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-44095883360378273172012-02-11T01:21:28.041-05:002012-02-11T01:21:28.041-05:00I keep tweaking the thing, so I have left a chemtr...I keep tweaking the thing, so I have left a chemtrail of deleted comments as I pull towards the Ionosphere, I hope that's okay ;PRobothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10838220295349012517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-4583431122107297742012-02-11T01:18:35.762-05:002012-02-11T01:18:35.762-05:00Erist Doranahov
Veteran Cosmonaut and ship's c...Erist Doranahov<br />Veteran Cosmonaut and ship's captian,<br />Former Mars Spacy Officer engaged in the employ of a privateer fleet.<br />Erist has extensive navigational knowledge and experience which when put into practice as pilot earns him the appearance of being both bold and reckless. In actual fact Erist is canny and cautious. It is primarily those qualities of apprehension and anticipatory appraisal that have allowed him the length of life necessary to garner his talents. Cunning and expedience borne out of hard-earned skill allow him to entertain a buccaneer demeanor which is itself a pre-meditated strategic maneuver.<br /><br /><br />Dola Ricasseur<br />The Cyborg Jainassaries of the Saturnine Moons (Principally Titan)<br />are Main body of the Regency Demeterenses Arma Terranea and are employable both as bodies of troops and individual guards by hire or purchase at the Regency's behest. Dola is one such soldier and since employable as a bodyguard she has had considerable defensive and tactical training. Her enhanced bio-mechanical physique makes her both exactingly agile as well as tensile and resilient. Consequently she excels at both close-quarters and guerilla fighting, either in melée or with ranged weaponry. Dola is a consummate professional and as a mercenary she will perform her duties to the utmost execution, regardless of their consequences or personal feelings.Robothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10838220295349012517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-6794069425619473322012-02-11T01:16:25.885-05:002012-02-11T01:16:25.885-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Robothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10838220295349012517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-83865183822048995942012-02-10T21:56:38.216-05:002012-02-10T21:56:38.216-05:00Well, I had written up what I -thought- was someth...Well, I had written up what I -thought- was something pretty cool for the first (male) character, but Jonesy up-thread has a WAY better take. My vote's for him. ;)toddroehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05668825555921002430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-16764801661114049502012-02-10T20:55:47.685-05:002012-02-10T20:55:47.685-05:00Tom Garabadi(Zero-G Rigger - Leadhand)
I've b...Tom Garabadi(Zero-G Rigger - Leadhand)<br /><br />I've been building jump gates for more than 20 years. It's dangerous work--and there is no room for cowboys out here on the rim. <br /><br />You want to know how to survive out here. Three things:<br /><br />Never take your eyes off your console, things can happen pretty fast out here and your controller can see a lot more than you can.<br /><br />Never stop talking. Your voice is your lifeline and so long as she can hear you your controller knows you're still breathing.<br /><br />If you've got a question then ask. There is no such thing as a stupid question.<br /><br />---------------------------------<br /><br />Sarah Lentz(Zero G Controller)<br /><br />Thank You sir! It is an honour to serve in Corps. Yes sir, I have been fully briefed and I am ready to take my post. My ZeeGee is Torrence Brayden. He graduated from the Mechanical Engineering Faculty at TUNS with distinction -- acheiving an impressive D rating. <br /><br />Yes sir. His personal profile:<br /><br />He is 22 yrs old and was born in Glasglow on Terra Prime. He has no bond-partner,is heterosexual and has no known political bias. His parents were military both deceased. Casualties of the 1st wave. <br /><br />No Sir. That will not be an issue. Yes Sir!Wralt123https://www.blogger.com/profile/16272442406079318180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-67117236989088772312012-02-10T20:47:44.665-05:002012-02-10T20:47:44.665-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Robothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10838220295349012517noreply@blogger.com