The Galaxy’s End. Dominion Minotaur-Class Battlecruiser tasked with observing and researching the Extra-Terrestrial threats that plagued the Terrans since their arrival in the Koprulu Sector, and hoped to return with some new method of securing the Dominion’s survival. It had a crew of several thousand, and carried many more experiments. It’s crew worked tirelessly to keep the ship on it’s course throughout space, in the nationalistic search of new assets to aid in the ongoing fight with the Zerg and Protoss.
Captain John Cardinal looked at the dying solar system from the bridge, distant stars seeming to look back at him. The door to the bridge opened with a hiss, light pouring in. The captain tended to keep the lights dimmed, with the exception of the monitors needed by the navigators and helmsmen to fly the ship. At times, when he was dozing off, it helped to have new light get in his eyes, so he could attend to more captainly matters. The intruder to his peaceful and relaxed bridge was none other than his Head Scientist, Dr. Albert Macross. He had a very boney, skinny frame, balding head, grayed hair, and a small beard growing on his face, his round-rimmed glasses shone in the light of the stars. The voice escaping from his lips was raspy, as if he hadn’t drunk anything in days. “Captain, we have the next status report. The subjects are in cryostasis, and will be for at least another 48 hours.” The captain nodded, sighing softly. The experiments Albert was referring to were not the kinds that he would have preferred to have heard about first thing in the morning, but as it were, it was still good news. “Great job. Tell the Science Staff that they’ll get priority at lunch today. You guys have been working hard.”
Albert smiled and left the tablet he was carrying on the chair the Captain was sitting in. Kicking back, placing his feet on the panel in front of him, covered in various gauges and dials. He opened up the tabled and looked back at the Scientist, now starting to walk out. “Hey Al.” The older man turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Tell your kid to go first in line today. It’s been hard for him these past few weeks, He needs some time to relax.” The doctor’s face lit up, and he exited the Bridge.
“A.I. give me a status update on Cryopods 1215-1337.” He said, listing off the numbers in the report that Albert had just left. A calm, robotic female voice came over the speakers in the back of his chair.
[All Subjects Are Stable. Pods Requested Are Well Within Standard Cryopod Protocol.]
John nodded, smiling. “Good. That is all.” He continued to read the report, and between the large words that took him a few minutes of searching in the tablet’s built in dictionary (thank God for technological advances), and reading the same report for every single subject, the good captain had dozed off.
In his dreams, he saw his family, running away from a shapeless form, alarms going off all around him, fires and bodies surrounded him, as the wreckage that had been his home was torn apart around him. He was startled awake by alarms ringing in his ears. Looking down at the control panels below him, he looked around in shock as red lights flashed all around the bridge. “Helmsmen! What is going on here!?” Several of the crewmembers below him exchanged glances. “SIR! We’re reading something nearly off the charts in terms of energy! It’s about to hit it’s climax, and we’re not sure what’ll happen when it does!” His look was one of terror. The crewmen looked at him in panic. “Sir! What are we going to do!? Sir..! SIR!” He blinked, trying to get his thoughts together. As he contemplated his actions, the entire ship shook. It was only now that he looked out of the bridge, looking out as a high pitched, mechanical screech came from everywhere around them, over the intercoms, and then, slowly, the lights in the front of the ship started to go dark, as lights slowly started to die throughout the ship. Section by section, the lights started to go out. As the bridge lost power, the only light was from the stars above. He looked over his ship, and a very startling, terrifying noise alerted everyone in the bridge. A small noise, like a scratch, was audible to all of them. The light from the stars glinted off of the cracks, now forming on the thick windows keeping the crewmen from the cold grip of space.
More cracks began to appear, slowly, and horrifyingly. The crew started to scramble to the doors, trying to pull them open, but they were unable to budge without power. It only took but a few minutes for the windows to give way, and for the cold grip of space to carry those that were unlucky enough to have been so close to it, barred away from it by mere inches of simple glass. The Computer, with the intention of keeping as many crewmen alive as possible, with it’s last bit of power, shut down the blast doors on all of the windows in the ship, as well as diverted the emergency generators to maintaining the life support systems. Gravity wasn’t as important as that was, it determined. It would have to trust the crew to be able to restore everything else on the ship.
You have two main options here. You may either choose to be a Human Crewmember, or an Experiment.
As Crewmembers, you can be anything from an Engineer, to a Chef. A scientist, a guard, whatever occupation you can think of that a Battlecruiser would need. Your skills come with what you can salvage, and your occupation would obviously make things a bit easier for you to do certain things.rather than others. You will wake up where you where when the blast rocked the ship, after an unknown amount of time has passed. You will have next to no recollection of what had happened, besides the power going out, and soon after blacking out.
As Experiments you will find yourselves cold, in bodies you're not used to. Your memories will have nearly been wiped, and as you emerge from your cryopods, you will remember only your names, and that at one point in time you were once human. Zerg Hybrids will find a form of exoskeleton covering most of their bodies, as well as a rapid regeneration ability, and Protoss Hybrids will find surgically attached tendrils to them, as well as a form of 'sixth sense', able to detect danger, though not to precisely pinpoint it.
Your Sign Ups should include name, age, general physical description, a small idea as to their personalities, occupation (Experiments should just list their hybrid state [Zerg/Protoss]). Character Lists shall be put up once everyone signs up.