Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 12:18 am
Alright, here we go
Name: Cathos Lebonance
Race: Human
Occupation: Rebel Captain
Skills: Negotiation, mediocre pilot, coding
Weak points: terrible fighter
Enjoys: manipulating pirates, table tennis, looking at schematics.
Dislikes: The Federation, Rockmen, Zoltan
Secrets: lost in an arm wrestle with an engi, employs aliens
Appearance: fairly average form, blue eyes, dirty blond hair, Shirt of standard rebel uniform, jeans.
Rank: captain
Age: 34
Lore:
There was only reason why Cathos knew about the location of the secret rebel shipyard where the flagship was built.
His fiancé was on the second one when it got destroyed by a Federation cruiser. Which then went on to finish the job with the first one. The last long-range transmission that was sent from the half-finished ship was a private message, to a far away ship. Cathos opened the transmission, wondering why Lace was trying to talk to him at a time like this. She knew that he was on the search for a very important ship, right?
His fiancée, her blonde hair burnt and Rebel uniform charred, sitting in an engine room with tears at her eyes, was the last thing he expected. He started to stammer, at a loss of words. She cut him off.
"Look, I don't know how they did it, or if anybody gave them information, but they found it. The bastards found it!" raving, she sounded like a madman.
He leaned in closer, trying to comprehend what was happening. "Find what? Where are you?" She was silent for a second, dazed at his questions. After a moment, she recovered and spoke, this time with a little bit more sanity in her voice.
"Oh right, I never told you. I'm working on the second flagship, I worked on the first one too, I wasn't cheating on you when I didn't show up to dinner that one time." She opened her mouth to talk again, but an explosion rang in her ship, shaking the monitor. Cathos heard the faint slide of a shield bubble dropping, a sound he was all too accustomed to. His face went dark as he finally realized what was happening.
Trying to deal with an overflow of emotions, he moaned, "But..."
"Yes, Cathos. I'm going to die." Silence rang for a few moments. Sighing, she quickly typed something. "I just sent you the coordinates to this place. Here's what I need you to do. There's a prototype weapon that we captured from a ship. It's nothing like I've ever seen. They'll probably find the ship, but I doubt they'll find the blueprints of it hidden in the planet below us." As she talked, Cathos could hear the sound of doors being opened in the distance along with thundering steps. He knew that they weren't human.
"Bring all the engineers, coders, programmers you can find, here. Heck, bring an engi. Find the blueprints, build the new weapon, and keep up the fight. " As Cathos processed the information, Lace fought back tears. A grunt resounded in the direction of the door, her face was filled with anxiety as she looked to it, the heavy steps growing even louder. Running to a cabinet, she pulled out a pistol and aimed at the door, hand steady and form perfect. She was always a good shot. It wouldn't help her now. The door opened and two giant masses of rock barged in, walking right past the monitor. She fired a few shots to the head that landed perfectly, but it was no use, their skin was too thick.
Cathos watched helplessly as he watched them murder his lover brutally in front of his eyes. After dropping her dismantled frame to the ground, a teleporter beamed them away. Minutes later, the transmission cut off. He sat in the dark silence a little longer, then fell to his knees, sobbing. It was dawn.
After a few minuets, he stood up, his face marked with resolve. Taking up his phone, he furiously dialed a number.
"Johnny, tell Wilson that I'm using my break days. I'm going on leave for a month. I have some personal matters to take care of."
Name: Cathos Lebonance
Race: Human
Occupation: Rebel Captain
Skills: Negotiation, mediocre pilot, coding
Weak points: terrible fighter
Enjoys: manipulating pirates, table tennis, looking at schematics.
Dislikes: The Federation, Rockmen, Zoltan
Secrets: lost in an arm wrestle with an engi, employs aliens
Appearance: fairly average form, blue eyes, dirty blond hair, Shirt of standard rebel uniform, jeans.
Rank: captain
Age: 34
Lore:
There was only reason why Cathos knew about the location of the secret rebel shipyard where the flagship was built.
His fiancé was on the second one when it got destroyed by a Federation cruiser. Which then went on to finish the job with the first one. The last long-range transmission that was sent from the half-finished ship was a private message, to a far away ship. Cathos opened the transmission, wondering why Lace was trying to talk to him at a time like this. She knew that he was on the search for a very important ship, right?
His fiancée, her blonde hair burnt and Rebel uniform charred, sitting in an engine room with tears at her eyes, was the last thing he expected. He started to stammer, at a loss of words. She cut him off.
"Look, I don't know how they did it, or if anybody gave them information, but they found it. The bastards found it!" raving, she sounded like a madman.
He leaned in closer, trying to comprehend what was happening. "Find what? Where are you?" She was silent for a second, dazed at his questions. After a moment, she recovered and spoke, this time with a little bit more sanity in her voice.
"Oh right, I never told you. I'm working on the second flagship, I worked on the first one too, I wasn't cheating on you when I didn't show up to dinner that one time." She opened her mouth to talk again, but an explosion rang in her ship, shaking the monitor. Cathos heard the faint slide of a shield bubble dropping, a sound he was all too accustomed to. His face went dark as he finally realized what was happening.
Trying to deal with an overflow of emotions, he moaned, "But..."
"Yes, Cathos. I'm going to die." Silence rang for a few moments. Sighing, she quickly typed something. "I just sent you the coordinates to this place. Here's what I need you to do. There's a prototype weapon that we captured from a ship. It's nothing like I've ever seen. They'll probably find the ship, but I doubt they'll find the blueprints of it hidden in the planet below us." As she talked, Cathos could hear the sound of doors being opened in the distance along with thundering steps. He knew that they weren't human.
"Bring all the engineers, coders, programmers you can find, here. Heck, bring an engi. Find the blueprints, build the new weapon, and keep up the fight. " As Cathos processed the information, Lace fought back tears. A grunt resounded in the direction of the door, her face was filled with anxiety as she looked to it, the heavy steps growing even louder. Running to a cabinet, she pulled out a pistol and aimed at the door, hand steady and form perfect. She was always a good shot. It wouldn't help her now. The door opened and two giant masses of rock barged in, walking right past the monitor. She fired a few shots to the head that landed perfectly, but it was no use, their skin was too thick.
Cathos watched helplessly as he watched them murder his lover brutally in front of his eyes. After dropping her dismantled frame to the ground, a teleporter beamed them away. Minutes later, the transmission cut off. He sat in the dark silence a little longer, then fell to his knees, sobbing. It was dawn.
After a few minuets, he stood up, his face marked with resolve. Taking up his phone, he furiously dialed a number.
"Johnny, tell Wilson that I'm using my break days. I'm going on leave for a month. I have some personal matters to take care of."