The Belantof

[ffx-dreamz]

I have moved the profiles from the proposals post as it will be nuked along with the Adventuer's Hall. ~ Squall Name: Maximilian Nova Age: 21 Occupation Experience: Fighter Pilot Skills: Well learned of flying all kinds of crafts, however prefers to fly in small, fast ships. Taken weaponary training and personal combat courses offered by the Earth's best Solar defense military camps. Able to use weapons of all kinds. Personal History: Born on the moon colony Alpha Centuari, Max trained to be among the best pilots the GDA has to offer. When the Third World War broke out, Max was called into action, and flew 1400 hours around the orbit of Earth, on alert for a possible space battle that never occurred. However, it was then he discovered the true horrors of war, and the images of high grade nuclear weapons explosions that killed millions at a time he observed all totally clear and without censor while high above the planet still lingers in his mind. Suffering some mental trauma, he was forced into rehab for weeks. Due to the high costs of training a pilot like Max, the GDA could not afford to give him up, and Max slowly recovered. Now he has been selected to be among the 8 people to guide the Belantof, a massive transportation ship, filled with Earth's inhabitants, to attempt to search out a new planet for habitation. Max was chosen as the pilot of the giant ship. Though he has a distaste for operating such large bulky spacecraft, he was honored to be chosen, indeed the future of humankind depended on his flying abilities. Name: Tidus Forenter Age: 20 Occupation Experience: Tatical Expert Skills: He has been on ships all his life and is extremly well trained in the art of warfare.His skills include mapmaking, plotting charts, and piloting giant warships. Personal History: He was born in a small town in the U.S., and was drafted into the military at the age of 14.He quickly rose in the ranks as he prevailed over other people in the same occupation.At the age of 16 he became the official Tactical expert in the military. He suffered much during the 3 year nuclear war.He watched the devastation with a feeling of awe and sorrow.So many people had died at the hands of his government. After the war, he was recruited to be a member of the Belantof, on the most important misson of his life. Name: Steven (no last name on record). Age: 26 Occupation: Robotics & Their Programming. Skills: Good at robotics and programming robots. Enjoys working with them, and experimenting with new designs out of any spare parts. A load of rubbish at piolting anything or doing something physical. Personal History: Born on Earth, England. For all of Steven's life he has enjoyed working with robots, and likes their company. By the age of 10 he had already managed to reprogam a school teaching robot to run into a wall whenver somebody stood up. A few years later, he was given a Junior Robot Technician Kit, which he used everday. After a few weeks of using it, he managed to create a robot the size of a thumbnail that would walk across his desk and fall off at regular intervals. It wasn't a very good robot for anything, but he loved it. At the age of 16 he went to University and learnt about Robotics + Progamming properly, and received a masters in it. After this, he got a job working for Robots Incorporation. He kept with this until the age of 26, where he left with 7 other people into space. Age:28 Physical profile eyes: green hair:dark brown to black with streaks of white height:6" weight:150 small scars on his hairline and all the way down his back Training and occupation: covert opperations, expert in espianoge and sniping, some skills with hacking, small explosives, and heavy weaponry. Background: Mostly unknown, however he does remember bits and peices after the war, otherwhise for some strange reason his memory is blank. Interesting facts: Loves his knives, carries four on each arm. Is somewhat quiet but has a nasty ass temper, also tends to gamble when he thinks he can make a quick buck THIS IS LOMEBRIRION'S CHARACTER Name: Blank Vargas Age: 41 Physical profile eyes: Blue hair:Brown hair, fashioned in downward spikes under a Military beret. height:6ft 9in weight:180 A tall muscular man, extremely serious looking, constanly looking unshaven. Occupation Experience: Munitions, Ship defences, weapons training Skills: Extensive knowledge of ship security and defence weaponry. Personal History: A decorated military figure, tough as nails with no patience for whiners, cowards or idiots. He has been selected to be among the 8 people to guide the Belantof. He was chosen to head the ship's defences because his knowledge of the ship's defence capabilities were the most comprehehnsive, he also played the most key role of all those involved in the construction of it's defences. He sees his assignment to guard the Belantof as trivial, that he was just shunted here to keep an eye on the younger, less experienced crew members. ------ The year was 2040,the earth was trying to recover during this post-nuclear war time.But it couldn't, everything was barren no matter where you looked, empty lots stood took the place of magnificent buildings.And the Earth's resources were virtually destroyed. The few people that were left were put in carbonite chambers and loaded onto a huge ship.The Belantof.The purpose of this was to find a more inhabital planet in which to live on, for Earth was nothing but a wasteland now. 8 people were picked to man the ship, these people held the entire human race in there hands.It was up to them to guide the ship through the universe and send probes out to every passing planet to check if the planet was capable of supporting human life. I am Tidus Forenter, Captain of the Belantof.

[ffx-dreamz]

Tidus "Wow"Tidus said as he looked upon the Belantof for the first time. "I never imagined I would be the captain of something this grand!" What tidus was looking at truly was the biggest space shuttles that had ever been built.It was a light shade of grey with a symbol of Earth painted on the side.It was in a rectangular shape, not at all like the space shuttles that he was used to seeing.It had two giant propulsion nozzels in the back to propel it along. Tidus kept looking up in awe until one of his crew members distracted him.

[Umbrasquall]

Max He gazed out at the stars through the main viewport of the Belantof. There were millions of them, all shining and twinking their presence for all of eternity. Was there really a chance that one of those stars out there contained the saving grace of mankind? Max was sitting in the pilot seat of the gigantic bridge of the Belantof. The ship had set off from a wasted Earth only 3 days ago. The computer had done all its calculations and plotted a path to the nearest possible inhabitable planet. They were on their way. Since the computer took care of much of the piloting already, Max passed away his time by pondering on all sorts of subjects. It had been interesting at the beginning sure, when the enormous ship first moved, the entire crew, well the entire 8 people, held their breath in anticipation of some problem that went unaddressed and sought to prematurely end their journey. The crew had spent the first day making sure everything was in order. After that, there was nothing. For the fourth time, Max thought back to how he got selected to be on this mission. And again he relived the day that it happened. It had been almost two years after the war had ended, major countries were beginning to realize that the Earth had been damaged beyond it’s limits for recovery, and could not support life from much longer… ------------------------- “Yoohoo!” Max was excited, it had been his fourth kill, he was gaining back some of the old reflexes that had made him famous among the colony before the war. Max flung his ship right sharply, surprising one of the two remaining ships into pulling a reverse-somersault maneuver to avoid the collision. He fired his ship’s guns, the shells were supposed to be uranium-tipped but no such luck since all the even barely reactive substances had been dumped into making bombs for the war. His target had been terminated with a satisfying, though sound-less flash of flames. Max turned his attention to the remaining ship, which seemed to know it was outmatched in skill. Max flipped a switch on the control board that adjusted the amount of power output to the engines and cranked the dial way up. Afterburn. He was attempting to continue to use the advantage of speed to make sure he wins. However the enemy ship, instead of reversing, actually turned on a side thruster and moved in to the way of his ship. “What the!!!” Max yelled, and tried to pull away. However his speed was too great, the computer’s sirens were fired on for half a second and he collided with the other vessel. The explosion was also silent, and the wasted pieces of the two ships drifted slowly apart in the dark, black void of space. ***** Max angrily threw off his head set, “What the hell was that supposed to be Orion?!?” He shouted at his mentor, who had been looking at the simulated battle on a screen against the wall. His mentor looked back at him calmly and shook his head. “Max, you have a lot to learn about the physiology of space dogfights. Battles are not won purely through maneuvers that risk your own life against your enemy’s.” Max was pacified by his teacher’s calm countenance. “Yea, sorry Orion, I guess I wasn’t expecting that suicide maneuver that’s all. What do you mean by the physiology of fights?” Max studied his teacher. At 65, Orion looked tired and worn. He had been among the best pilots the pre-war era, Max knew, which was one of the reason why Max respected his mentor greatly. Max always heard of Orion’s dogfights when he was young, and how he never lost a battle, even against great odds. Now Orion was in forced retirement, confined to solid ground, and he had taken up training young pilots. Max knew how Orion must feel. Flying was one of Max’s greatest pleasures in life; he always longed to be among the stars, and hearing the quiet hum of the fighter’s engines that powered him along. Being confined to the ground must be maddening for Orion. “Not right now Max. There’s a surprise opportunity for you that has sprung up. Come with me.”

[Kaniaz]

Steven Steven stared up at the celiing of his quarters, thinking about the Earth. He didn't miss it much. He turned over on his bed, staring at the various robot peices scattered over the floor. "Computer?", he whispered. "Yes?", the ships computer replied. Steven thought of something to say. He just wanted to talk to somebody, and the ships computer was as good as anything else. "Do you have a name, other than computer?" "Of course". "Well, what is it?" "I8-3." "I eight dash three?" "Yes." "Why are you called that?" "Well, I did not have a name. I told myself that when somebody asked me for one, I would generate one, and that would be my name. You asked me for one, I generated one, and so that is what it is from now on." "Oh. See you later." "Goodbye." Steven turned over on the bed again, and switched on the T.V. The computer's television banks had been loaded with a load of rubbish, in his opinon: all the F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes from Earth, for a start. Well, might as well watch them. It's going to be a long time before we get to a new planet.

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Tidus kept looking up in awe until one of his crew members distracted him. Revens whispered silently in behind tidus. \"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you sir but theres something strange I thought you might want to take a look at.\" he pointed to a deep space scan on a datapad he was holding. \"Sir, these markings here\" he pointed at a cluster of dots \"they look like ships\".[/quote]

[ffx-dreamz]

Tidus "What?"Tidus asked in disbelief. "We are the only concious humans left, unless...an alien race...no no, I won't consider that until further proof.Im not ready to accept that just yet.Lets just dismiss it until further information arrives." "Very well sir."answered Revens. ----------------------------- Later that day, they left port, and started there journey.The whole first day was spent checking everything for problems, or signs of future problems.They found none.For Tidus, that was hard to believe.Once again, the magnifacent vessel impressed him. Duh..of course it all works, they spared no expense on this because it didn't cost them a dime.It truly was the most well built piece of flying metal they had ever made. Tidus walked over to the Sector 5 where the entire human race was placed side by side, one on top of another in clear carbonite chambers. He walked through a clear corridor looking on either side of him to see all the people, some of which he thought he reconized, deathly still. "It truly is amazing is it not?" Max asked as he walked up behind Tidus.

[Umbrasquall]

Grr, original post got deleted, had to rewrite. Bah. Max (The story of Max receiving the assignment will be continued throughout the plot of the main story) ------------------- Max had taken up to exploring the ship to pass the time. At 5 microklicks long (about a mile) and an eighth of a mile tall, with up to 40 floors at some areas, it partially solved Max’s boredom of sitting at the bridge. He often thought how thankful he was for the ship's computer, which ran the entire thing. There was no way anyone could do it manually. There wasn’t really much to see around the place. The rooms were mainly filled with special machinery salvaged from the Earth that either ran the ship’s support systems or will be used to build a civilization on a new planet. Other rooms were filled with DNA samples from the animal species that survived the war. Finally, there were areas of the ship devoted to the preservation of the history of mankind. This was the only real thing that entertained Max. Being raised in the secluded lunar base, the GDA intended people like him to be trained entirely for combat, so he was never exposed to much real education. Now Max passed by hours exploring the history of past, pre-war Earth at the computer records or examining the souvenirs stocked in the preservation rooms. Then of course, there were the hibernation chambers. Max was passing through one of them now. They were placed in strategic locations within the vessel as to ensure frequent passage among them by the crew, sort of a forced unintentional checking of the frozen denizens of old Earth. He gazed at the rows upon rows upon columns upon columns upon levels of the crystalline Plexiglas cases. Max shivered, both physically and psychologically, his breath appeared in front of him in vapors. The environment in the cases themselves were naturally kept at a constant low temperature. However, for safety reasons, the temperature of the chambers containing them were also lowered. Max’s eyes flicked to the most secluded corner of the room, as they always did, where about half a dozen cases stood apart from the others. Its inhabitants were unlike those in the other cases. Mainly because they had machineguns slung over their backs and were plated out in heavy-duty armor. They were the super-soldiers that the GDA had forced to be stationed in a place of every such chambers in the ship. If whenever the vessel was endangered, the crew was to release the soldiers from their sleeping state, to protect the valuable contents of the ship. They were kept in a lower hibernation state for this purpose. They would age faster... However that was a sacrifice they were willing to make. He wondered if they would ever be called into use, he hoped not. Max noticed captain was halfway down the corridor of the chamber, facing towards one of the pods of cases, and walked towards him. "It truly is amazing is it not?" Max said. The captain turned around, noticing Max. “Yea...” he agreed, not quite in tune with the conversation. “It really is wonderful.” He shook his head. “Sometimes though I feel like I have an almost unbearable burden on my chest though.” Max nodded “I know what you mean captain, believe me... I know what you mean.”

[Kaniaz]

Steven Steven was still sat on his bed, looking at the computer screen. It was enteriely blank, except for the small cluster of dots slowly moving towards the Belantof. "Comput- Er, I..8-3? Whatever you want to call yourself?" "Yes, Steven?" "What are those dots on the radar?" "I do not know. They are too far away to be internally scanned, or to open a communication port." "Oh. Does the captain know?" "Of course he does. He has told me to disregard them until further information about them arrives. I estimate, taking into account the Belantof's current velocity and bearing, we will be able to communicate with them in 7 hours, whereinafter I will be able to internally scan and evaluate their danger level towards our ship." Steven grunted. "Is that all?", asked the computer. "Yes." The computer's comm port closed. Well, there was no point staying in his quarters. There's an entire ship to explore, and there is already bound to be some robot acting up. Murphy's law, what can go wrong will go wrong. "Computer, are there any robots requiring some form of repair, retuning, you know, stuff I can do?" "Well, Steven, we've only been in space a few days. But, yes, there is one at the moment. It's navigational circuts have reached a neverending loop, and the Robot Sector Controlling Program reports it as being in Televison Room #1." "Good, tell the RSCP to shut it off. I'll go fix it, it'll give me something to do." "Very well. The RSCP has shut it down. Just tell me when you've fixed it, and I'll have the RSCP turn it on again." "Okay." Steven walked out of his quarters. The door slid closed behind him. He started walking to the elevator to Floor 23, where Television Room #1 (and the malfunctioning robot) were.

[ffx-dreamz]

Max and Tidus stood on the bridge, just looking out at the many faces. "I..I don't know if we can make it.."Tidus said solemnly. "We will sir, whatever is out there wouldn't make us just to kill us in such an abrupt way.It wants us to survive, I know it.It's just teaching us a lesson.said Max. "Your right, I suppose I just got caught up in what this voyage really means.We carry such a heavy burden..." Well, im gonna go meet up with Steven and check how he is doing."said Tidus. "Cya later Squall." Tidus walked off towards Steven's room.When he got there he didn't find him so He asked the computer where he was. From there he headed to Television room #1.He caught up with Steven there. "Hey Steven!"Tidus said. "So what's the current status of the robotics on the ship?" "All fully functional except for the one im working on now"said Steven Cheerfully. "Good, listen, after your done I got a job for you." "I need you to run a systemcheck on the main computer, better safe than sorry." "Alright then, I'll gladly do that."said Steven. Im afraid that these 'ships' could take over our computer system...

[Naruto]

Locke (hmm *thinks of interesting way to pop into scenario) *Locke is inside a small old but beaut of a fighter* Locke sees the Belantof flying, and is interested in the ship. " Bounter hunters?... Hmm...Could be.. too nice of a ship to be bounter hunters... I.. Don't know..." * flies in towards the ship with his radar blocker on, coming up behind the Belantof and lands on the top of the ship making a quiet entrance. Hops into the ship looking for money* " Hmm... nothing here..." * walks up to a doorway, sees that Steven tapping on his computer. sneaks past the doorway to the kitchen and grabs some food* " I'm damn hungry!" * eats some leftover noodles. Quickly turns around gun pointing at Tidus. Tidus has a gun pointing at Locke, too.* Locke: " Hey, hey, I don't want any trouble" Tidus: " How'd you get in here?!" Locke "I have my ways... Have any hotsauce?"

[Lomebririon]

In advance, I apologise for any use of gratuitous profanity, but I feel it really emphasises the power and personality of my character. Blank Walking into the kitchen and seeing the two young men holding guns at each other, Blank's mind went over how stupid and trivial this mission really was. He walked out of the shadow and quickly pulled their guns out of their hands with his powerful arms. "What the fuck do you two think you're doing!?!" He looked at each of them through his multi-purpose field goggles. Both of the young men surprised at his blunt, forceful questioning, realised they had been distracted and hadn't seen him coming. "Now! No-one is gonna blow holes in this ship or each other while i'm around!" He looked at Locke, who seemed to be staring at him with great interest. "You." he said "What?" he asked. "That your ship on the roof of this thing?" "Yeah?" He replied cautiously. "How'd you know that?" "That's my business. It's a nice ship." "Thanks!" "That how you got here?" "Yeah!" "Good. Now it's in the hangar guarded by laser defense turret and motion sensors." He said forcefully. "WHAT?!?" Locke yelled. "You didn't think just blocking the radar would help did you?" He laughed. "This hull is pressure sensitive! I knew you were here the second you landed! Why the fuck do you think i'm even down here!?! It ain't for the company!" Tidus, standing there watching this man blast this boy, realised who he was. "You're Blank Vargas, the Defence specialist aren't you?" "It's shapin' up to look that way ain't it? Captain." Blank said sarcastically as he unloaded the clips from both their guns and tossed them to their owners while placing the clips on a table next to him. "Now sit the fuck down!" he said to Locke. "Now you got me down here we're gonna eat somethin'!" He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle and slammed it in front of Locke. "Yes, we do have some damn hotsauce!"

[Kaniaz]

(I have no problem with the use of profanity. We're being mature here, and it does help emphaise a characters personality ) Steven Steven had finished fixing the malfunctioning robot- it turned out it has just been sent a malformed packet. He was typing in terminal commands at the computer screen, watching the text fly past. "Completed mainframe tests. All systems fully functional." He was just about to leave when the computer suddenly spoke again. "Warning: Unregistered weapons detected in Kitchen Deck. Running scan." "Weapon information: WEAPON: Unknown. Variation of GK13 AMMO TYPE: Unknown. AMMO: Unknown. EVALUATED DANGER LEVEL: Unknown. Enter it into the registered weapons database to prevent further alerts. Do you want to do this now?" Steven pressed no. He did the computers and the robots, and their own security, he didn't make the descisons on what guns were registered, or control defence turrets or let people in or out of the ship. 'Umph.', Steven thought, 'Knowing Blank, he knows about it already. Harder to get past than an Genetically Engineered Italian Spacehog.' Once again, he was about to leave when the computer spoke again. "Steven, the unregistered space fleet are now withing scanning range. I am now scanning them. If you wait a few moments, I'll be able to give you full details." Steven sat down in the black leather chair again, waiting for the scan to complete. About 3 minutes later, the computer spoke. "Scan completed. Details follow: Number of Ships: 4 (excluding two escape pods). Crew: 7 Handshake Sign: No response. Weapons: Estimated weapons 20. None identifable. Message log follows: A tape, full of static and hard to hear, began to play. The computer sensed this and printed out the words on the screen as the unidentifed voice said them. First, Steven heard the Belantof's Computer's voice: Computer: Greetings. I am I8-3, the Belantof's computer. You are nearing our ship. Please state your business. Person: That is not for you to know. Computer: Please state your business. Person: We will be docking in 2 hours. If you fail to open a docking port before then, we will open fire. Computer:Thankyou for your time. Comm port closed." This was quite alarming. They must be bluffing though, the Belantof had the sharpest defence officer from Earth, and a plethora of ship defences. "Computer, please inform the rest of the crew." "Of course." "Okay, goodbye". Steven was about to walk out, and irritatingly, the computer spoke again. "Steven, the unidentifed space fleet are attempting to hack the mainframe and open a docking port. They are doing it stealthily, a low monitoring program caught them. I will block their communication ports to maintain ship security." Steven logged off and left the computer room. The doors slid closed, scanned the entire computer control room for any other people in there, or any bugs left in the room, decided that it was fine, and locked the door. Only the crew could enter that room, and only the Captain, Blank and Steven could use the computer's mainframe terminal. It was a normal security measurement. Steven wasn't allowed to so much as touch as gun, although everybody else could. He walked to the kitchen, where the computer had reported as everybody being. Steven wasn't much of a fighter, only the "robotics and computer thingy guy", so he didn't notice the guns or the clips. "Hi guys, and, er...who's that?" "Locke." Blank grunted. "Yeah. Uh, anyway, the computer just finished scanning that unidentifed space fleet. They werent exactly very friendly, and demanded we open a docking port, because their ships couldn't fit on the roof landing and apparently somebody was already on it. Our computer refused to do so, so they cut off. Now they've started to hack the mainframe and try and open a docking port themselves, although the computer's caught it and blocked off their comm ports for now. They've got 20 unidentifed guns." There was silence, broken by the smashing of the bottle of hotsauce.

[Umbrasquall]

Max Max lingered a while longer in H-Chamber C after the Captain had left. So many people, he thought, as his eyes traveled the length of the chamber. All of their lives do depend on us, the Captain was right to feel that way. Strolling through the room, Max continued on his way towards his destination, the ship's library. ---------------- Feburary 3, 2040 Orion led Max down the base's corridors. Max was curious as what this new opportunity would turn out to be, he was eager to get back into active duty once again. Max greeted the numerous inhabitants of the Lunar facility as they moved from the training barracks through the cafeteria, and into the administration sections. Max was got increasingly curious as Orion opened several Level Red security doors, which they passed through. They stopped in front of a door labeled, David N. Luger, Chief of Recruitment, Project Belantof. Orion turned towards Max, his eyes seemed more tired than ever. 'In there Max.' He spoke with a trembling voice. 'I'll give you one more lesson. I believe that this is the most important thing you will learn from me.' He paused. 'The lesson is: Remember the Lusitania.' Max's throat was dry, 'What do you mean by...' However, Orion simply smiled, and walked away. ---------------- Max had spent only about ten minutes in the library when the intercom next to the entrance came on. A female voice addressed him. 'Helmsmaster Nova, the Belantof is being approached by numerous, possibly unfriendly vessels with active weapons. All crew members are to report to the Common Facility Room on Level 23.’ ‘Shiit.’ Max said aloud. It’s only a few days into the journey and trouble already. This can’t be a good omen. ‘Oh, Mr. Nova, I forgot. We have new company aboard. It seems a human male by the name of Locke has hitchhiked onto the Belantof without permission.’ Max grunted as he set down Humanity’s Wars: A Chronology of Past and Present and sighed. More unwelcoming news. Marking his place in the volume. Max stood up and stepped towards the door. As he passed the intercom, he realized that something was… off. He stared at the intercom and recalled the words that the computer had just spoken. Walking down the corridor that led to the secondary elevators, Max thought: It ‘forgot’?

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( Umm I really think that... well mainly ffx should let people RP for themselves, i dont mean to be an ass but i dont like it when my char does something i dont want him to.) With a very concerned grimace on his face Revens climbs aboard one of the few fightercraft not yet dismantled and lights up the board. He grabs a headset com out of a duffle of gear he slung behind the seat and patches a link to the command deck. " Titus, I'm going to take a look at the foreign objects on our bow position" he paused and patched a datareader into the com jack."I'll send you visual data of the anomolies when i arrive at their co-ordaints." He just as he was about to leave the docking bay, a loud thunk made him change his mind," Shit there hostile" he shouted grabing his bag and fishing out a short vibro knife. "Computer, give me the location of the intruder." he shouted into the com. "The intruder has been intercepted by defence specialist Blank in the kitchen" it chirped into his headset. "thanks" he sprinted onward. He got to the kitchen and was supprized to see a rather strange sceen. "You guys want any help?" he started to ask, when the computer cut him off "the Belantof is being approached by numerous, possibly unfriendly vessels with active weapons. All crew members are to report to the Common Facility Room on Level 23." "Damit, I knew this was gonna be mess shit." he glanced over at Tidus "Sir i suggest we use the darkspace warp gate now." he paused waiting for a reply "We were going to use it anyway, its done with the experimental phases, We can avoid any conflict by jumping out of the system."

[Naruto]

( Agrees with |)347|-|, just make posts shorter and dont control other chars) Locke notices that there seems to be a problem with these guys and their ship. " You guys seem worried, wanna hand?" (still looking at Blank in interest) " What's your name, you seem to already know mine.." * pulls clip off the table puts back in gun. Twirls around a bit then puts in holster* " No need to worry, I'm okay..."

[ffx-dreamz]

(what do you suggest then death?That we live players way behind us?Like I said, we can do slight rping for other players but only to carry a player along or complete a conversation scene.) "Shit.. I guess we have to use the darkspace warpgate.We can't have any conflict with nearly the entire human race as cargo."Said Tidus. "Computer, activate warpgate." "Yes sir Tidus"replied the computer. In a flash the ship was transported to another random universe. "Computer, do you detect anymore unidentified spacecraft?"asked Tidus. "Yes sir, they have followed us." "Wh..what?That is impossible, the odds of them landing in the same universe as us is 1/80000000.It defies logic. "It seems that they have highly advanced transportation and tracking systems."answered the computer. "We have no choice but to fight!"Tidus said. "Computer, turn the ship towards them.We will fight them head on!" (see how boring it is with noone to protest against Tidus, or cheer him on..)

[Umbrasquall]

(I think if Death and Naruto don't want others to rp their characters its up to them. As for me, anyone can rp Max if it adds to the story, just don't have him doing something totally unlike him and it's fine. I personally think the characters will be more tied in together that way and the story be more involving. But that's IMO.) Max Ok we just screwed ourselves for nothing. Max thought as he watched the unknown vessels pop up on Belantof's main radars again. They followed us. Max knew that it would take hours, maybe even days for the computer to remap their positions after the jump, and locate their original destination planet again. Well, if they survive whatever those vessels had in store for them. "We have no choice but to fight!" It was the Captain. Max jumped to action. "Ok," He informed the group. "I can fly the ship from here, it'll take too long for me to get back to the bridge." He fingered a few panels on the wall and a set of complicated controlpads slid out. "Computer, on screen flight visuals now, no magnification, manuel control." Calming himself, Max gently guided the ship to a halt as he watched the darkness of space through the on screen simulation of the portside of the Belantof. Just like the training... He thought.

[Lomebririon]

...:::I agree with you Squall, if you want to RP Blank a little i'm cool with it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do:::... "Friggin' hell! Let's get ready for some action then!!" Blank called out with enthusiasm. "I'll be in the main defence control room!" He ran off to the elevator while yelling "I'll hold 'em off as best I can!" He stepped into the elevator and pressed the emergency keycode for a fast trip to a specific floor. The elevator shot up at extremely fast speeds. He stared at the floor counter as the numbers flew higher and higher while frowning at distaste of the elevator music that played. The elevator arrived at the defence control room in record time. Blank stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor. He came to a large fortified door. He swiped his keycard in a panel to the right of it and it slid open. He walked into the room, it was full of monitors and panels showing readouts of information such as hull integrity and core temperature. He sat down at the central system console, put on a headset and keyed up the statistics of the ship. He looked over at a picture frame sitting on the desk, it showed a woman and a young girl. "Here we go girls!" He said as he turned on the intercom to where the captain was situated. "Ready when you are boy!" He said into the headset. "Roger!" He heard the captain say back. As Blank engaged the weapons systems and strengthened hull integrity he said to himself "That kid must be pissin' in his pants right now!"

[Umbrasquall]

Max Max was breathing heavily. I can’t do this. I can’t kid myself. This is nothing like training. This ship is huge. Nothing like what I’m used to. Why am I here? Max longed to be sealed up and chilled in a Plexiglas case right now, asleep. Not having to worry about any of this. Ignorance was what he wanted right now, he wanted it. Why me? I’m too young. Those people can’t depend on me. I don’t have enough experience. I am failing my people. I'm failing humanity A drop of sweat splashed onto the control pad in front on him. Wake up Max. An internal voice, smooth and cool, addressed him. You can do this. The blips on the radar were accelerating, making a spherical formation around the Belantof. They circled. Ready. The Captain was speaking; Max could not make out what was being said. Why did Orion think I was up to this responsibility? Why was I chosen? ‘Max! Wake up!’ Max lifted his head in surprise. It was the computer. He looked around. The others had turned and were looking at him with puzzled expressions. Captain Tidus walked forward. Max cleared his throat. “I’m fine. I just was a bit dizzy for some reason. I’m fine now.” He was drenched in cold sweat.

[Kaniaz]

(I think it's perfectly fine to RP a character a little bit, you can RP mine if you want, but like Lombebrion said, don't do anything really out of character. We'd be here all day if it was a conversation scene). Steven couldn't do an awful lot. Instead, he was just sat at the computer making sure the computer's mainframe stayed intact, and they didn't hack the computer. So far, everything was looking fine. The computer had good security.

[|)347|-|]

( sorry about complaining its just that i really dont have my chars personality hashed out yet, so even i dont have a feeling on how he would react to stuff. Im ok with sqall or lomebririon rping my char a little tho.) Revens was halfway back to the fighter when he saw something interesting on the tactical readout he still had in his hand. There were thirty new ships, and they were firing on the ones who had followed them. he shouted into the com while he rounded a corner twards the docking bay. "Bridge, this is Revens, you guys probably already know this but our ass monkies are being shot to bits, I suggest we take refuge in that d class planet off of our port." The planet was green mostly sprinkled with sea, and even looked somewhat habbitable for a short stay.

[Naruto]

( Yeah you can RP my char, just keep him in character) By this time Locke was beside Max " You allright, bud?" "yeah, I'll be okay" Max said. " Hmm... This is worse than I thought... I might need to go out and take a few down.. How's my ship doing?"

[ffx-dreamz]

Tidus "Hey blank, where is Locke's ship?"asked Tidus through the intercom. "Its still in hanger b-14"answered Blank. "The password to unactivate the security system is 1747453, use that Locke, now get your ass out to battle!" "Alright, thanks!"said Locke through the intercom. Tidus gave Locke directions and he took off running towards the hanger. "Now,Max I need your help."Said Tidus. "With what captain?"asked Max. "Get down to hanger a-12, take one of the bz-85's and go kick ass!" "Right, I'll get to it" answered Max promtly. Max took off running still looking a bit shaken up by the ordeal. "We must...We must save humanity..."Tidus said softly.

[Umbrasquall]

Max Max took off at a sprint towards the hangers. The computer could handle flying the Belantof; it seemed unnaturally intelligent after all. He did not want to endanger the whole crew, nor the whole ship and its contents again by blanking out. Tapping the touch pad, he recited the voice override, and the airlock slid open. Max stepped into the hanger. Being one of the less frequented areas of the ship, there was no artificial illumination. The entire chamber was cast in darkness. Cold air met Max’s face; it reminded him of the H-chambers, though the air smelt less processed. Max whistled. The darkness did nothing to hide the beauty of the five high-tech fighters docked around the hanger. Max slowed down and walked towards the closest one in the circular formation. The A-12 was a medium sized DSACRF, a dual space/atmosphere close-ranged fighter. Equipped to take out anything less than a class C vessel, it could probably disable a class B too if used right. Max leapt into the cockpit with ease, due to the lessened G in the hanger, and strapped himself down. The cool polyfoamed seat pressed comfortably against his back. He felt perfect. Comming the computer to open the main hanger gate, Max flipped several switches in quick succession with a single, fluid motion. He didn’t stutter in his movements once. He decided that he was still best suited for smaller aircrafts. He felt safe now, in this tiny enclosed space of the cockpit, surrounded by the hard, crystal-like Plexiglas shielding and the smell of warming electronic wiring permeating throughout, even though his real home was millions of klicks away, back on that fading memory called the moon. The hanger gates opened with a whirl of mechanized gears. A box of starlight expanded forth until a breathtaking view of the stars lit up the chamber. Max slammed the throttle, the force of the thrust pressing him firmly against the seat as the engines of the A-12 roared. Lets go home.

[Lomebririon]

Blank Blank watched on the monitors as Max fired up the engines on one of the A-12 fighters and prepared to leave the ship. "I wish I was out there fighting" he thought " but the automatic defences aren't in full working order yet." He watched as Max gracefully soared out of one of the Belantof's hangar doors. He radioed Max and Locke who were headed for the battle. "I'll keep you boys as well covered as I can from this distance!" "Roger that." Max and Locke replied back to him. "Now let's ROCK AND ROLL!" He cheered as he hit a switch on the control panel. [i]((Cue really cool rock music)) The crew and pilots watched as a large array of charged particle laser turrets, Space capable missile launchers and several other manly weapons began to emerge from hatches on the Belantof's smooth hull. Blank slid over to a control panel on the left of him filled with joysticks, buttons, dials and defence status levels. He put on a sight guided aiming device for greater accuracy. He smiled as he prepared to dispense some serious justice, Blank Vargas style.