Out of the Frying Pan...

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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/7593622321?

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 so far...

The RP just started :P
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<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Personality: Usually quiet and withdrawn, Eric avoids talking about his past and anything overly personal.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.
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 1/19/2013 7:54 PM PST
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Out of the Frying Pan (Part 2)
http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/7708411521?
Out of the Frying Pan (Part 3)
http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/topic/7709121909?
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 1/22/2013 11:07 PM PST
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Scott Mar awoke from the clanking of metal. His eyes shot open as he tried to recall the recent past. It proved impossible. He couldn't remember anything. Scott raised his head to look around, but was rewarded with spiking pain. His head bounced off the metal floor. The air was cold. Very cold. The life support systems must be down.

That's right... He was on a ship. He was the chief life support officer. Scott blinked a few times, then tried to rub the back of his neck. After a few seconds he realized he couldn't feel his right arm. He felt around with his left hand. With a breath of relief, he found his arm under a large metal crate. With a grunt, he pushed it off. It clambered to across the floor.

With several more grunts, he sat up and looked around. Scott didn't see anything but blurry dark images. His light head almost caused him to fall over. Scott gently shook it and looked around again. The room was extremely cold. He could hear what sounded like dripping water behind a door.

"Hello!?" He yelled.
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OOC:
I'm assuming that we RP our entrances?...
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OOC:

Yep, start wherever you want on the ship!
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 1/17/2013 1:09 AM PST
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The chamber was cold and wet, not a single breath of life showed. It appeared to be some kind of lab or research area of the ship, maybe the medical bay? Medical equipment had been sprawled out across the entire room, tables cluttering, chairs torn apart... The room stunk with the dead that had the misfortune. What a cruel fate to befall upon.

A man... Stirring from within the bodies and tables, waking up nearby the medical equipment... A survivor it seam? Who else survived this horror? When did the ship lose power and crash? How did it happen and why? Where were they?

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A girl, twenty years of age and just graduated from a small University. Having been inside her room during the unfaithful events, listening to music for all of the chaos that ensured. Waking up to the slow beat of life, curbing away death for now. The was not warm, nor was it cold...

This girl began to scream after what she saw, using her strength to force the door to open, to no avail. Water was surging through a hole that had been ripped out from the wall during impact. The murky water drowning her vision away as she was swept away from the door. This room wasn't large, but she couldn't get out.

One fell swoop! The girl slammed her head onto the end of her bed post, the water forcing her movement as the blood slowly trickled into the water, all vision slowly turning black, hearing was like an echo in solitude, that slow beat of life, turned into a frantic one.
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OOC: the discussion thread was deleted

IC: to be edited in as I'm typing on my phone atm
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Would anyone mind telling me why the discussion thread was deleted?
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I slowly come to, looking around my surroundings and realizing that I'd been thrown out the front view port into..."Ah great!" I quickly, or attempt quickly, it was more drunkenly, stand up. "Swamp water. Great." I look around and spot the ship, with much of the lower decks in pretty deep. I decide to see if the coms work. {Hey, any body in there? Hello?} I'd been on duty when the ship went down, so I was in my armor, but not much else. I'm sure if I set to work, I could locate the assault rifle.

Edit- Probably because of the argument.
Edited by Zarkun on 1/17/2013 8:38 AM PST
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OOC :What argument?
I wasn't on last night, so . . .
and crymson, why are you already killing off your character?
IC: (No, i was sleeping adjacent to the cargo bay, and the wall was destroyed and i was thrown through.) I awoke from the cargo bay. I slowly regained consciousnesses, looking slowly around the room. I felt a dull, throbbing, pain in my head, and slowly stood up. i looked around to find that most of the items in the bay were completely destroyed. except . . . i found a scout car in near perfect condition and managed to drag it out to the outside of the ship. the door was completely closed off with wreckage, but i pressed the open door button and the rubble fell through. I slowly walk out of the ship, surveying my surroundings and gauge our ability to survive in these conditions. i jump into the scout car, and find to my content that is is one of the older gas models. i walk back to the ship and find a canister of gasoline and I pour it into the car. i then jump into the driver's seat, start the ignition, and look around for a place to set up a camp.
(What does the planet look like? braxis?(ice) marsara?(desert) xil?(alien wasteland) shakauras?(alien wasteland desert) port zion?(toxic wasteland)belshir?(jungle))
Edited by TheHourglass on 1/17/2013 9:37 AM PST
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Tis a Swamp

IC: My eyes snap open. I had been knocked out by something as I had been going on duty. I slowly get up and survey my surroundings. I was still in one of the auxiliary engineering/tech compartments and there was an engineers multi tool near by under the corner of a crate. I head over to it, move the crate and grab the tool. "This will be useful for later. Now to find my armor some weapons and see if anyone else survived the crash." I go over to the computer console and boot it up to see if I could see how damaged the ship is.
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So... Since discussion is gone... I cant sign up?
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I think Admins deleted it Koro and hopefully Markus will put a new one up tonight *Glares at mark*
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What? Why would they do that?
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There was a troll and a very very ugly ... debate/argument
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Oh god... Like "IM GOING TO F*CKING KILL YOUR FAMILY IF YOU DONT !@#$" kind of ugly?
Edited by Korozain on 1/17/2013 11:05 AM PST
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no not quite that bad ... it was more about demons and what they could do then a troll appeared and the demon argument was dropped and some other stuff I don't want to mention ...
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Not getting a reply, I pull up the read out screen on my HUD and start searching through the water for my rifle, eventually finding it three hundred meters to the north of where I woke up. Checking it, I nod and place it on my back, making sure my revolver was in it's holster. Finding it isn't, I start searching for it.
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Sorry guys, discussion thread is up.
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