Out of the Frying Pan II

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Please keep the majority of OOC posts in the discussion thread. Thank you.
http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/7592913016

Story Line

The Crew of The Occult, a titanic class frigate, find themselves in a strange predicament. Further investigation reveals that their current state is much worse then the one they scrapped themselves out of. Living in hostile conditions with untrustworthy companions makes for suspicion and hardship for the crew. Will they survive?

Story covered in OotFPI...

Jack, Scott, Dyvus and Laura all display increasing mistrust towards each other as they struggle to treat Laura's injuries. To add insult to injury, a security officer sent by the captain of the ship named Torvus is introduced to the equation. Jack and Torvus rub off the wrong way and trust between them is little to non-existent. Bryant is recovered and a much needed doctor attends to Laura's wounds.

Eric and Dante "K" meet shortly after waking. They salvage supplies and run into a mysterious figure named "Blaze" They make acquaintanceship before he mysteriously evades their presence. While poking around Med-bay 2 they find little information on how the space-craft crashed.
<Warhawk>
Name: Eric Strider
Age: 20
Profession: farmer, hunter, survivalist and a jack-of-all-trades.
Preferred Equipment: customized CMC armor + gear.
Backstory: Raised on a colony world farm, Eric grew up working the land and hunting for food in the outback. At the age of ten, he was taken by the Dominion military, with no explanation given.
Eight years later, Eric came home a changed man, a hardened ruthlessness having overshadowed the farmer's practicality of his roots. Unable to settle back down, he left seeking employment as a security guard abroad a starship...
Appearance: About six foot with dirty blond hair and gray-green eyes. Skinny but well muscled from years of work.
Personality: Usually quiet and withdrawn, Eric avoids talking about his past and anything overly personal.


<Zarkun>
Name: Torvus Sorven
Age: 25
Profession: Security officer
Preferred Equipment: Twin knives, Revolver, Assault rifle, Throwing knives, long sword
Backstory: Was a Wild Card in an Umojan rebellion that went down hill fast. Enlisted with the crew to start over.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, tall, skinny, but muscular build, blue eyes, wears leather armor and steel toed boots on the job, t-shirts and jeans off the job
Defining Characteristics: Diagonal scar on his chest and back.


<CrymsonRaven>
Name: Bryant Giovanni
Age: 27
Profession: Medical Doctor, Plant/Animal Biologist
Preferred Equipment: Standardized Pistol, many different liquid filled Syringes, Medical Laser.
Backstory: (Remember that you will start unconscious. It is more then acceptable to not remember anything.)
Appearance: Vest, Dark Brown Wavy Hair, Hazel Eyes, Average Build yet Limber, Lab Coat.
Defining Characteristics: Wears a pair of glasses, dimples, entire right hand it scarred up


<CrymsonRaven>
Name: Laura Ferri
Age: 20
Profession: Just Graduated young'n that wanted to go on an adventure went wrong.
Preferred Equipment: None, but does know how to use a bow and standard firearms.
Backstory: Graduated from high end school which taught them Archeology. It wasn't the money she wanted, but the experience of a lifetime. Studying old Earth mythologies and various plants and animals that had existed in many different era's. They had also been taught basic findings in a few various Xel'naga artifacts that had been first been recorded by Humanity and some sightings of Protoss Relics. Not much is known about these artifacts. But nonetheless, still a good lesson to learn about.
Appearance: Khaki Pants, Jungle Green Hoodie with a White T-Shirt underneath. Brown long hair is often tied back into a ponytail, rich green eyes, dimples, light build.
Defining Characteristics: No true combat training, just recreational activities. Resourceful. Will rely on instincts in dire situations. Never killed a man, or creature before.

<DarkRa>
Name:Dante Jack
Age:26
Profession: Mercenary
Preferred Equipment: Melee weapons like blades, bludgeons and one handed pistols.
Backstory: Amnesia
Appearance: Dark hair, Red eyes, average build
Defining Characteristics: Bold, Kind, Charismatic


<TheLostMorph>
Name: Actum
Age: 25
Profession: Tech Specialist
Preferred Equipment: Personalized CMC-300 armor, Gauss Rifle, Pistol, Combat Knife
Backstory: Joined the dominion military at 18. He was trained to handle most of the tech that the Dominion has to offer. He floated through a number of different posts before being sent to his current post aboard a ship (Whatever the name of the ship is).
Appearance: Close cropped black hair, Light build, fiery red eyes, and 6’0”
Defining Characteristics: good sense of humor, Serious about his work.


Name: Dyvus
Age: Unspecified
Profession: ARCHIVIST
Preferred Equpment: Books and memories.
Bacstory: Be careful what you wish for.
Appearance: White hair, extremely blue eyes. Skin is grayish and he has several blue and white letters and symbols tattoed on his face and arms, and a large blue diamond on his back and a white one on his chest.
Defining characteristics: Eager but nervous to be out of the Library and in the Field again. Determined. Extremely logical. Loves to study. Good at analyzing the situation.


<ShadowURMOM>
Name: Zolton
Age: 34
Profession: Hunter
Preferred Equipment: Tribal Weaponry
Appearance: Long black hair wrapped up into a ponytail and a lack of visible facial hair. A muscular build and tanned skin. His eyes are green and he wears very tough animal hides as clothing across his body. He has a shaman mask as well, but only for ceremonies.
Backstory: Zoltun was trained from birth to work the strange metal that was found in the mountains of his home. He trained with weapons and became a great hunter. He soon designed crossbows. Soon he rose to power as the leader of his tribe. His people believed in a god, called Rak'nashal. He slayed many and sacrificed many. He saw the falling star one day and Rak'nashal told him to go, and hunt the people of the fallen star. Now, as the leader of the Cetza.


<ShadowFART>
Name: Not Known, Called Blaze
Age: Unknown, Voice suggests 30s or 40s
Profession: Warrior, Psionic
Preferred Equipment: Katana, Any Rifle
Appearance: Nothing is seen of his features. Complete body is covered by black cloak. His eyes seem to glow a soft teal at all times. He wears black gauntlets with a large claw at the end of each finger.
Backstory: He entered the ship at one point. The details are foggy, for the guards who found him always woke up hours later with no memory of the events. When the ship crashed Blaze smashed his head against a steel wall, causing massive memory loss. He still naturally knows his skills with weapons and how to read minds with his Psionics. The rest of his abilities with Psionics will be remembered with his memories.


<TheHourglass>
Name: Nick Halden
Age: 27
Profession: Phantom
Preferred Equipment: Half Life 2 Pulse Rifle (Look it up) Sound dampening ghost armor
Backstory: Nick Halden was the founder of the phantom program. he was frozen in cryo and left the psi screen on by accident, erasing his memory.
he remembers the turn-on-each-other thing as an impulse reaction, but than than that only knows his name.
Appearance: Again, this guy: http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/white-collar/images/19373200/title/neal-caffrey-photo
Defining Characteristics: Charismatic, loves a good fight, skeptical.


<Korozain>
Name: Dante Konta
Age: 22
Profession: Craftsman/writer
Preferred Equipment: Any sort of blade(preferably a polearm or axe of some time). Some form of heavy armor.
Backstory: As a child, he always excelled academically, but socially he was accepted but noted to be the "Odd One". Now, just a "Simple" craftsman on Korhal who also participated in theatrical events every so often. He enjoys taking things apart and making things from nothing... Anything...
Appearance: Black spiked back hair (firm, but not stab-your-eye-out pointy) young, light tan skin, dark brown eyes, moderate muscle mass, moderate body size. Wears black jeans pants, and a black leather "Militia" Oriental Jacket. Asian descent.
Defining Characteristics: Witty, smart, crafty, improvises with almost any situation and makes quick decisions, "Awkward"... Known to talk to himself and be very alone, very outgoing and energetic. Mature, but a child at heart.
OOC: i'll continue where i left off

"look. she needs to hear this..... but only her. its kinda personal"
Out of the Frying Pan (Part 1)
http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/7592642837?

Out of the Frying Pan (Part 3)
http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/7709121909?

Darkra, delete your post then repost it... Grr... Now look whatcha did...
"And I don't trust mercs as far as I can throw them, especially with women."
"The following is brought to you by: Out of Character:
"Darkra, I ask of you, please, PLEASE, PLEASE use proper grammar. I am fine(ish) about you using it out of character. But in character it would be quite nice. I am going to deliver the same message to Mecha the next time I see him as well.
"The following is IC."

The cloak's bottom part falls back into its hanging position and the teal lining disperses. "Thank you for explaining to me." Blaze says before mumbling about something. His hand moving towards his Katana while his eyes scan for something to slash apart.
Laura was hesitant at first... But chose to accept. "I guess I can go?"

Bryant just shook his head. "Torvus... Maybe have a security detail for them and if anything happens then they can bust into where they are talking and resolve it? Anything can happen with the two of them alone."
IC: "don't you dare say that again mister head of security. don't even speak of it or else we'll have to test how good your aim is" i growl obviously offended
IC:
01/19/2013 07:11 PMPosted by Zarkun
"Yes, sir?" Scott asked. The 'sir' out of respect, not because he was necessarily higher rank then him.


"You and I have to go into the lower levels. What's their condition?"


"I haven't been below deck three. By whom's authority do you speak?" Scott asked, trying to keep out of the commotion between 'Laura' and Rambo.
Blaze quickly whips around, his clawed gauntlet at the throat of the man named Dante. "Respect you superiors and peers. Otherwise you may find yourself betrayed one of these days. I am not a good example, but still, the point stands. And his thought is valid."
i punch him in the face with my armored fist. "you wanna fight bro? i wasn't serious about getting it on but since you're so hyped lets go a few rounds!"
Scott had finally had enough. "Would you just stop!?" He screamed. "We have to trust each other to get out of this alive. You, and you, and you are not helping!" He shouted, pointing at Rambo, the security officer and the strange newcomer that everyone seemed to ignore.
"Dante, calm yourself. She must remain here. Surely you realize that your behavior is suspicious, even repulsive. Do not act recklessly."
"Look, you have quite the record, even if you don't remember all of it. You either wait to tell her, or you tell her in the presence of the others where you be seen and watched." I adjust my attention to Scott, while still watching Dante from the corner of my eye. "The Captains. He wants you to activate the pumps."
Byrant stepped in front of them as well. "You want to take this girl with you? To who's nowhere? And you are showing us that it would be dangerous for her to be with you!"

Laura just wanted this all to end. Maybe if she would sneak out of the medbay to only be rid of them for even a minute...
"well we're even. at least just get out of teh room for a few seconds jeez"
Blaze quickly responds and smashes his fist into the gut of Dante and kicks him across the face. He draws his Katana and points it at Dante's head. "Are you sure you want to fight me?" He ignores all reason and every other person in the room but Dante.
i kick the katana out of the way and deliever an uppercut to his jaw before sidekicking him in the stomach "i said we are even you blood thirsty !@#$"

OOC: crap gtg
OOC: Okay.
I close my eyes in try to defeat the anger rising within me. The more I see of this situation, the more likely it seems I'm going to end up dead again.

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