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  1. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    Board Event: A Land of Opportunity

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    *upbeat music plays*

    Greetings! You have been selected to attend a once in a lifetime opportunity! After careful consideration, Frontier Mutual Expansion has chosen you for a mission of both high risk and high reward! How did we get your details? Rest assured no privacy was breached in our extensive background checks and vetting process; we have gone to extreme lengths to find the best people suited for the job and our methods have not let us down yet!

    What is the mission you ask? Frontier Mutual Expansion has commissioned the FME Erebus, a state of the art surveying and exploration craft to chart the EZ-487B system or as we like to call it here at Frontier Mutual Expansion, E-Z! Previous scans of this star system have revealed extensive Builder artefacts, some larger than the Earth itself! FME has secured exclusive exploration rights from the Sol Coalition Government and is currently onboarding potential crew members!

    What is the pay you ask? As any discerning individual should know, the payment is equal to the risk! While uncharted systems have thus far been devoid of hostile or dangerous entities, technologies, sentient beings or angry gods, we feel EZ-487B is unique. Therefore the pay begins at a whopping two-hundred-thousand UN credits! If you possess specialised skills, your compensation will be increased relative to your usefulness aboard the Erebus!

    What risk, you asked with a concerned look? Well, my good friend, the truth is Frontier Mutual Expansion has absolutely zero idea! You heard that right friend, no idea at all! Hence the hazard pay (most) of you all will be receiving! All we are aware of is that the Builder artefacts in this system are not only active, but mobile and potentially hostile, but the more we explore, the more you earn!

    A land of opportunity awaits through the E-Z Gate, and the FME Erebus is waiting for you at New Tycho Station! Make contact with our agents there if you wish to join us for this exciting, astounding expedition into the great unknown, and join the history books as one of the first to step boldly into the void and return, rich!


    Welcome everyone, to our new event for April 2020!

    • This event will be primarily PVE (however depending on how things go aboard the Erebus, PvP may eventuate).​
    • The vast majority of the event will take place aboard the FME Erebus, a small/medium-sized science & exploration vessel.​
    • Player characters will be the only crew aboard, unless we do not have enough numbers in which case NPC's will be added if necessary.​
    • Communication & interaction between characters is the goal.​
    • The scope has been pulled back from large scale fleets and Frontier politics to focus on people, their stories, histories and choices.​
    • I will use my account Cpt_Buttersworth to act as the DM, presenting situations, events & threats to player characters throughout the event.​
    • Every player character who wishes to partake in the event will have received the above message and should make their way to New Tycho ASAP.​
    • Remember the goal is to have fun and tell a story.​
    • If you wish to collaborate with other players OOC, feel free to use the Discord for real time conversations and then paste them into the thread. I will set up a dedicated channel for the event.​
    The FME Erebus

    The FME Erebus will be the primary setting of the event. It is a small-medium, sized vessel designed for both space and atmospheric flight as shown by its unconventional design with much of its interior spaces able to be used in both a vertical (with the drives providing thrust gravity) and horizontal (when either landed on a planet or in atmospheric flight).

    The Erebus can support up to twenty individuals comfortably and has extensive facilities intended for long term use. It's weapon systems are limited to two point defence cannons and a single railgun, mounted along the spine of the vessel.
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    Layout

    The bridge contains a dozen crash couches across a split level design, all couches are arranged to face the front of the ship and have individual terminals for accessing ship systems. The forward and upper portion of the bridge is dominated by a large, reinforced glass window providing an extensive panoramic view of outside the ship.
    The ops deck is where mission briefings and discussions take place. The "holotank", a large volumetric display, is at the centre of the space on a raised circular (2m in circumference, 1m height) platform. There are more crash couches here all either individual terminals for accessing ship systems.
    The med bay contains four crash couches each other its own autodoc. It has an extensive chemical synthesis system allowing the crew to create and synthesize many drugs, antidotes, compounds and molecules quickly and efficiently.
    The lab is directly next door to the med bay and when required the wall can be retracted to either extend the med bays facilities or the lab's. The lab is primarily for research of any phenomena, samples or objects witnessed or gathered during the mission.
    The head contains half a dozen showers and waste facilities for the health and sanitary state of the crew and vessel.
    The quarters contains a dozen bunks. Even though the vessel can support up to twenty individuals, it was understood the crew would operate on a shift basis, whilst some crew worked the other slept.
    The machine shop is the primary manufacturing and fabrication facility aboard the Erebus. It supports multiple 3d printers, laser cutting and welding machines as well as extensive tools and machines required for the success of the mission.
    The engineering bay is dedicated to the safe and efficient operation of the Erebus as a whole. It provides crew access to many primary systems including the reactor core, communications, life support and communication systems.
    The cargo bay is a large open space containing one large rover, two small single person vehicles, multiple drones in racks, supplies, cargo and space for any objects collected during the mission.
     
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  2. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Free Agent of Providentia

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    "New Tycho this is the Slipstream requesting permission to dock." The Slipstream drifted steadily closer to the gargantuan space station, occasionally emitting small puffs of reaction mass from its various thrusters to bring it in carefully and controlled. The racing ship was sleek, modern and incredibly fast and had borne its pilot from Providentia to New Tycho in less than ten days, something which Rachel was pretty sure was a record.

    Even though she had taken special care to keep herself in good condition, exercising, washing, eating well enough (for recycled food), she was desperately looking forward to having a proper shower in actual spin gravity. She could even afford it after the ridiculous payout from the Providentian government she'd received after saving their asses. She was reasonably certain, even with the basic hygiene she had performed she smelt awful and hoped she wouldn't have to interact with too many people between docking at the station and getting to her accommodation.

    Something that had surprised her was even though she liked to think she kept a relatively low profile, even out in the depths of space someone had managed to not only send her a direct message but one that offered her a sizeable sum of money for her expertise on an exploration mission. She did some digging but couldn't find much about Frontier Mutual Expansion, only that they were a corp based out of New Tycho, they employed inners and belters equally and her their fingers in as many pies as possible. It seemed that if it was in the frontier, FME were skimming some wealth off the top.

    "You are cleared for berth 19D. Long term storage has been approved, once you disembark your vessel will be moved to our storage facility within Drum C. Welcome to New Tycho." The reply was curt and no nonsense, just the way she liked it. Leaning on the controls, she pushed the small ship into its docking bay and relaxed as she felt the stations magnetic clamps lock onto its hull.

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    Several Hours Later

    The Erebus was an impressive ship, even after serving on the likes of the Saxon, the Kanyari and others...the Erebus had a...gravitas. It was modern, robust and reeked of no expense spared. Several individuals stood around it, some working on its engine pods, unusual designs attached around the primary hull of the vessel, while others simply stood around holding aggressive looking guns and glaring at anyone who came too close.

    She checked her terminal one more time to make sure she had the right ship, and shrugged. "Lets hope they're not trigger happy..." She mumbled to herself as she began walking towards the vessel, the click of her boots on the metal deck echoing through the massive cargo facility. When one of the guards noticed her he raised his palm, "halt. State your business."

    "Uh...My name is Rachel Lei..I was contacted by-"

    "Oh my apologies Miss Lei, please enter the vessel, Frontier Mutual's representative will be waiting inside," the guard said, his demeanor instantly changing from threatening to amiable and accommodating. Rachel grinned slightly to herself, finding the whole charade a bit much. She ascended the ramp into the cargo bay and was greeted by racks upon racks of what looked like drones, several vehicles, rovers, science equipment and stacks of containers. "Welcome aboard the Erebus, Miss Lei!" Shouted a clean cut man wearing a light grey suit as he descended a set of stairs into the cargo bay.

    "Rachel is fine."

    "Of course it is," He said with an unnervingly wide smile. "Welcome to the Erebus."
     
  3. Jakob Aragorn

    Jakob Aragorn No allegiance. No oath. No matter what.

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    Machine shop, FMV Erebus - Dock Lambda-11, New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - the Hub
    The new recruit for this mission to nowhere arrived on the ship while Aragorn was busy organizing most of the tools and weapons. He'd also reprogrammed most of the interfaces in the day he'd been on the ship. On his hand terminal was the face of Aaron Ellsworth, his only friend.

    "Safe travels. And don't forget to tell Kay I say hi."
    "Will do."

    Kay. She was Ellsworth's mother. The first time he'd met her, she'd looked exactly like his sister Katie, only older. They'd even had similar personalities. But he'd seen Katie's corpse on Ganymede. There was no way Kay was the same person. Aragorn had wondered this yesterday after the first time he'd seen her, and started putting in requests for data from archives, ship logs. Looking for a Katie Aragorn of Mars.
    The results came in and he started scrolling. One match.
    BelTrans liner number 079 service from Ganymede to Titan.
    She wasn't on Ganymede when the mirrors fell. Meaning she didn't die there. Could that Kay really have been Katie Aragorn? He didn't think so. The real Katie Aragorn probably died on Titan when an Earth battleship made landfall. Maybe they'd said Ganymede in the obituary so that her parents would think she died working.
    He was so fixated on this now missing-persons case that he didn't notice the woman enter.
    When he looked up, she'd materialized in front of him, and Aragorn was so surprised he fell off the bench he was sitting on.

    "Pizdec!" he shouted in anger.

    After lifting himself up and apologising, he said, "Hey. I've seen you from somewhere. Dunno what it was. Maybe a warrant back on Mars?"

    "Probably," she said with a smirk.

    "Who are you?" Jakob asked.

    "My name's Rachel."

    "Rachel as in Rachel Lei from New Providence?"

    "Yeah."

    "Welcome aboard, you probably just painted a target right on the back of this ship. "

    "Hey, no need to be a cynic. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody that cares, anyway."

    "If you're telling me not to be a cynic, then you haven't met Jakob Aragorn."

    "Who's that?"

    "Me."
     
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  4. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Free Agent of Providentia

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    Rachel raised an eyebrow, the smirk on her face replaced with an amused smile. "Aragorn eh? Parents big literature fans?" She asked, looking around the interior of the Erebus' massive cargo hold. Whatever they were setting out to explore...She had a feeling they'd be bringing some of it back with them.

    The man was Martian, definitely. Not only was he a bit shorter than her, he had the squat posture of someone who'd grown up both in a gravity well...and under a dome, though the accent was his biggest giveaway. "Didn't expect to be sharing a ship with a Martian..." She said, a slight edge to her voice as her mind drifted back to the recent attack on her home system.
     
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  5. Jakob Aragorn

    Jakob Aragorn No allegiance. No oath. No matter what.

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    Machine shop, FMV Erebus - Dock Lambda-11, New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - the Hub
    Jakob's face grew somber. He had only recently found out about the rogue fleet's attack on Providentia, and the civil war back home.

    "Yeah. Grandparents loved all the old books before the space age, and they found a way to change their last name. And as for the Martian bit, I was only born there. I stopped being Martian fifteen years ago when my brother died and my sister... well, didn't. Strange times anyways."
    "Welcome to the Erebus. I don't know what we're doing, not like they know. I don't even know what the purpose of bringing such a big ship. Hell, the Mobius could probably do the same thing at half the cost and a quarter the size. Why should I care however, just another cog in the machine. Guess I've never lost that part of my Martian blood, eh?" he said with a smile.
     
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  6. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Free Agent of Providentia

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    Rachel cast her eyes down to the deck, feeling suddenly ashamed for her words. She had been so caught up on her own causes and struggles she forgot that many of the inners out here in the frontier had lost loved ones in the devastating wars in Sol, back before the gates opened...and everything had changed. "I'm...I'm sorry about your siblings."

    As he spoke, she looked up and around the vessel. It wasn't brand new, but it was clean and modern...starkly different to the gritty exterior of the ship. Other than the guards outside she had not seen anyone aboard, perhaps they were both just early? "The Mobius your ship then? Maybe they're expecting to find something worth a lot of money out there." Her eyes passed over the racks of drones armed to the teeth, the top of the line Martian rovers and multiple EVA suits. "I think we should both care about what we're about to get ourselves into. But if anyone's gonna be paying me a quarter of a million credits...I'll care about whatever the pashang they want me to."

    She picked up a handgun out of a crate that Jakob had been organising and felt its weight before expertly spinning it around her finger and aiming it out the cargo ramp, her eye looking down its sight. She let out a satisfied "hmm" before placing it back into its compartment. "So why'd they contact you? We're all here for a reason."
     
  7. Jakob Aragorn

    Jakob Aragorn No allegiance. No oath. No matter what.

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    Machine shop, FMV Erebus - Dock Lambda-11, New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - the Hub
    "Guy on New Tycho passed me the contract. Wouldn't tell you his name, but I was asking for the most dangerous job on the frontier, and he gave me this. To be completely honest, I came here to die. Ship looks big enough to live in, though. Armament is top-of-the-line. Dunno where they got the drones, but the guns were brought over from the Moby. Yeah that's my ship."

    Jakob rolled out a drone, and opened the front hatch. It was a drone, sure, but it also had a seat and a manual guidance setup. Most of these were for salvage, but some were given grenade launchers. Guess they expected to fight the supersoldiers out here, or worse.

    "I'm gonna head to the cargo bay and practice flying around in one of these. It's only a quarter of a gee here, and the walls can take small thruster burns. I'd suggest you do the same. You may have to fend off boarders on the return trip, since pretty much every single military would know that you're coming back laden with the protomolecule's secrets, if what you said was right."

    Jakob then took out some crutches.

    "I'm not hurt or old, but these help a ton in low-gee environments. Not null gee, but low. Like this."

    He pushed off the ground and launched farther than he would on foot.

    "Be careful, however, you can hit your head."

    The drone followed him, the way he'd programmed it, as he descended down lift number three to the cargo bay. Once there, he opened the hatch again and slid into what was more than likely going to be his coffin. He wasn't planning suicide, but in the likely event that he'd die, it'd be on one of the little buggers. As the hatch door closed, he lifted off with a gentle touch on the throttle. It felt easy to fly already.
    Maybe this wasn't too bad of a way to go.
     
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  8. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Free Agent of Providentia

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    Rachel listened to the odd Martian speak about his ship, fighting protomolecule hybrids...joining the mission for an excuse to die out in the unknown. All of these statements raised red flags in her mind, the man was obviously troubled...he was a gun runner as well which complicated things as such a career tended to be less than legal...or ethical.

    And then his words about coming on the mission to die were...less than inspiring. She didn't trust someone who was so careless about their own well-being to be careful about the well-being of their crew-mates. She resolved to keep an eye on the man, her trust in him was now somehow lower than when they first introduced each other. But if he showed any signs of irrational, suicidal behavior she'd not hesitate to protect her interests...and her life.

    She watched as he climbed into one of the larger drones, it's metallic shell, covered in a honeycomb pattern of light armour plating, closed shut around the Martians body and a moment later began to hover in the micro-gravity. He then proceeded to show off, in the most most male way possible. Flying around the large cargo bay, she wouldn't have been surprised if he started making pew pew noises.

    She slumped down onto a nearby crate as the martian continued to fly around in one of the small drones, and pulled out her terminal. No news...but then again, no news was good news in times like this. She wondered if she still had a chance to pull out of this mission...it wasn't too late, the ramp back off the vessel was still lowered. No one else had even arrived yet.
     
  9. ledlogic

    ledlogic Beach Opemso

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    "It's not enough to pay for repairs, better sell it," Beach said to the New Tycho dock rep.

    It was the final step in a series of unfortunate delivery jobs. Some didn't have a destination, some were not willing to pay the full, agree-upon, fees because times were tough or whatever.

    Beach took his credits to his account and started looking for a new opportunity to turn this around. He spotted a holovid. "Ah land of opportunity, big credits? Sounds good," he said again, out loud to noone's interest. He started walking to a info display to find out where this Erebus was docked, swiped the data to his pad and started his way over to the Erebus, stating to embellish his resume - 36 now 37 delivery runs inside the gate. He was about to cross his taxi/courier ship, Yakuba II. "Naw, we'll get it back someday."
     
  10. Nathaniel Zariman

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    Nathaniel took a look at his terminal, he was standing somewhere in the New Tycho docking area. In all honesty, he wasnt even sure if this was remotely close to where he was supposed to go. Whenever he made an attempt at using his terminal to navigate through the endless labyrinth of corridors, shops and hotels it was more like he just ended up lost again, it was like it was taunting him for his lack of knowledge in basic technology.
    Looking around frustrated he decided the only way to get to his destination were good old manual directions, so he went about approaching passers by asking them how he would get to the right docking berth.
     
  11. Jakob Aragorn

    Jakob Aragorn No allegiance. No oath. No matter what.

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    Cargo Bay, FMV Erebus - Dock Lambda-11, New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - the Hub
    Rachel seemed a bit distant when he exited the drone, so Jakob walked to another vehicle, a salvage mech. He opened the hatch but did not thumb the ignition key, instead, he sat in the crash couch and opened his pouch. Inside was a printed book, on real paper. The cover read Fahrenheit 451. It was his second most valuable possession, something to remind him of the dangers the very society he lived in was headed to. Although its "television parlors" and Mechanical Hounds didn't exist, he could sense the growing disconnection society had with reality. He remembered the old images of fields spanning from horizon to horizon without so much as a church standing in the way, and although he never lived in that time, he felt a longing for it, as if he'd been there in his past life.
    He opened the cover, but before he could read his hand terminal sprang to life. He picked it up and answered the incoming call.

    "Hey Jakob, it's me, Julia. Your sister."

    "I don't have a sister named Julie."

    "Not Julie. Julia. As in Winston's girlfriend from 1984."

    "Still, I don't have a sister named Julia."

    "You do, but your parents never told you. I'm talking to you from a hyper secure onion router based on Ganymede. I took the pseudonym Kay to make me seem like my twin, who faked her death. I'm Ellsworth's mother."

    "What?"

    "Yeah. I got pregnant as a teen, and your parents disowned me, and erased me from everything. You were born right after I left."

    "I don't believe you, and I'm not giving you any money. Goodbye."

    "Wai-"

    Jakob cut the connection.
    Someone was stalking him, and he didn't like it.
     
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  12. Jacem Jackson

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    Ugh, shitty situation. His head is buzzing from the multiple reflections in it. Not long ago he was on Sri working on a particularly promising project. When he set foot on the New-Tycho station everything fell apart! The company he was working for had suddenly closed down! All his data disappeared while the assets of the corporation were scattered into nothingness. As quickly as Eldorado's gates appeared... it disappeared. His possessions on Sri were split between several new entities, as were almost all of his assets in fact. As for him, he become unemployed. An intolerable situation, especially compared to the previous situation and what he was working on.

    But fate is a strange thing. Frontier Mutual Expansion. Who's it? The networks are strangely greedy for information withou the blabla from the marketing department. How do they know it has a wealth of experience with the protomolecule? Go figure out, but the money offered in the contract is too tempting and unemployment is not an ideal situation for him.

    So here he is again on the station dock looking for the FME Erebus. He arrives in front of the airlock, takes a breath and sincerely hopes that it is not a bad joke of fate before he entering the ship
     
  13. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Free Agent of Providentia

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    Rum. They had rum aboard. This missions was starting to look up. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she stood over the opened crate containing enough rum to kill her and Jacob twice over. She pulled a bottle out, cracked the seal on it and took a sip, feeling the liquid burn as it went down her throat. She coughed and swore under her breath....before taking another sip. "Good felota..." She said to herself, slipping the bottle into her pack and replacing the lid of the crate.

    Others were entering the ship finally, looking around at the large interior cargo bay and its racks of expensive equipment with wide eyes...before settling on her and Jakob. Before any of them could say anything, Rachel raised her hand. "Before you say anyting, I don't work for FME...I'm here for de job just like de rest of you," she motioned towards Jakob, "same wid' dis coyo."
     
  14. Emma Schmitt

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    New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - The Hub​

    Emma was searching for Dock Lambda-11; the dock where the Erebus was berthed, she was preparing herself for the mission ahead, what dangers she might face, what discoveries she might make and most importantly what people she would meet.

    She had been at New Tycho for almost a week by now and had been doing a mix of exploring and relaxing during her stay prompted by contact with a representative from Frontier Mutual Expansion offering her an interesting-sounding job. Being a natural-born scientist Emma decided that she should take it and couldn't wait to embark aboard the Erebus and explore the unknown.

    She had been looking for the dock for what seemed like an age, but extreme anticipation can do wonders to time perception and New Tycho was indeed a confusing place, especially for an Earther, with little experience in space. That was another issue that Emma would need to overcome on this Frontier Mutual Expansion mission that they would partake in, she hadn't spent prolonged periods travelling and operating on a ship in deep space before, this would be a first for them, this coupled with her claustrophobia, filled her with a quest fear that she dared show to anyone. But nevertheless, she was excited about the dangers she may face, looked forward to spending months upon months in deep space and she could not wait to embark.

    But first, she had to find the dock.......
     
  15. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Free Agent of Providentia

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    Things were taking a while so Rachel made the decision to do a last minute run for supplies before the ship left. If this morning was any indication it'd be a while let. She placed her duffel bag containing the majority of her belongings on a cargo rack and headed back towards the ramp leading to the rest of the station. She looked over at Aragorn for a brief moment and noticed his brow furrowed & face wearing a mask of concern. Her pace lessened for a moment before she reminded herself that his problems were his own...and if he was the type to make his problems other peoples...she was going to be aboard the same ship as him for weeks...months even, and had a feeling she'd find out eventually.

    She descended the ramp, her boots clacking as they hit the metal decking of New Tycho. She pulled out her terminal for a moment & noticed a dispensary not far from her, just a few minutes walk in fact. She wasn't huge on the recreational, considering what had happened to her old Captain. Images flashed through her mind of the man that was once her Captain being pushed out of his quarters, trails of blood floating behind him as his comatose body was out of the ship for treatment...an unfortunate end of a life lived in a whiskey bottle. She shook her head slightly, dismissing the traumatic thoughts...for a while at least.

    She could smell the dispensary before she could see it. The familiar aroma of various hydroponically grown plants reached her nose and she instinctively inhaled. She rounded another corner into a busy thoroughfare and noticed the sign of her destination, clouds of blue-grey smoke flouting around it and the sign stating its business with the colours green, yellow and red and the image of a man with thick dreadlocks, laughing.

    She checked her terminal one more time, making sure no further alerts from the Erebus had come through, before stepping in.
     
  16. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    All Players receive the below message on their terminal:

    Hello & greetings from Frontier Mutual Expansion! By now we hope the majority of you are aboard our vessel, the FME Erebus. For those of you who are yet to arrive or are having difficulty locating the berth, we have attached helpful instructions and 3D maps of New Tycho Station, helping you get to your destination with greater ease!

    We are looking forward to beginning your induction and starting our grand mission into the unknown!

    With best wishes,
    Frontier Mutual Expansion


    @Rachel Lei @Jakob Aragorn @ledlogic @Nathaniel Zariman @Jacem Jackson @Emma Schmitt @George Flinders
     
  17. Jakob Aragorn

    Jakob Aragorn No allegiance. No oath. No matter what.

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    Cargo Bay, FMV Erebus - Dock Lambda-11, New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - the Hub
    Jakob stood up from the mech and checked his hand terminal. A new message appeared, this time from FME.
    It read,

    "Hello & greetings from Frontier Mutual Expansion! By now we hope the majority of you are aboard our vessel, the FME Erebus. For those of you who are yet to arrive or are having difficulty locating the berth, we have attached helpful instructions and 3D maps of New Tycho Station, helping you get to your destination with greater ease!

    We are looking forward to beginning your induction and starting our grand mission into the unknown!

    With best wishes,
    Frontier Mutual Expansion"

    Jakob knew why they hadn't told him or the rest of the crew what exactly their mission was. That was a secret. If they didn't want to tell us until we were underway, then that meant a secret. The only way someone could get a message out was on the net or by trying to EVA back to the station. A gut feeling told Jakob that their terminals wouldn't work after they'd set off. Whatever lay ahead, someone wanted it, and they wanted it badly enough that they were willing to pay us, a team of misfits and possibly criminals, hazard pay, no questions asked.

    He walked to the lift, and took it to the crew decks. Once inside his cabin, he took off his vest and pads. On the front of the vest were several patches of long-gone nations from Earth, gone before the UN could even annex them. Rome, Prussia, Yugoslavia, Rhodesia, Austria-Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire. These nations didn't stand out for their morality, or their exploits, but rather that they all dissolved or were reorganized. Everything comes to an end someday. Nobody is immortal. There weren't ways to cheat death, but there were ways to delay death. Contrary to what many people would think, he'd never killed anyone. Hell, he was a medic. He never served in the MCR's armed forces, but he'd done some jobs here and there for some private security firm on some rock out in the middle of nowhere. And that was the reason Aragorn was here, on the FMV Erebus. To delay death.
     
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  18. Nathaniel Zariman

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    Nathaniel looked at the message on his terminal with mild irritation, nothing that came attached with it made much sense to him. It was like a jigsaw puzzle, only that someone had messed with the parts and now they didn't result in a picture anymore. He kept looking around for anyone that looked like they might be able and willing to help him, but most people didn't even stop to answer his question or shrugged it off.

    Eventually he almost ran into a young woman who was looking up and down the corridor. "Excuse me Miss, could you help me with something? I appear to be lost and I am looking for Dock Lambda-11."

    @Emma Schmitt
     
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  19. Emma Schmitt

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    New Tycho Station - Slow Zone - The Hub
    Emma had been wandering around New Tycho for what felt like an hour but in actuality had probably been around a quarter that, she could not find the dock, and no-one was being particularly helpful. They probably recognised her as an Earther, and still had some negative feelings towards her. Then again, maybe they just were in a similar situation to her, clueless as to where the dock was. Regardless she was getting nowhere.

    It was at that moment as she was frantically walking up and down that she almost collided with a man who looked equally as frantic, who also seemed to be in the same predicament as herself: trying to find a place on this maze of a station, but having minimal luck. Eventually, he spoke:
    "Excuse me Miss, could you help me with something? I appear to be lost and I am looking for Dock Lambda-11."

    Emma appeared rather taken aback by this question at first, but managed to compose herself relatively quickly, and started to smile, before answering, in her usual cheery tone:
    "Well, I don't think I can help you find it, as I've been looking for the same place for about 15 minutes but here I am!"
    The man smiled back and proposed a sensible solution:
    "Well I've been sent a map of the station, and directions to the dock, but can't seem to work them out and no-one around here is willing to help. Do you want to see if you can work them out, and we can go together."
    Emma, still smiling, appeared to fill with glee at the preposition, as she would finally be able to make it to the dock, and get started on the mission waiting ahead, and she spoke:
    "Sounds like a plan, let's see this map. Oh and I'm Emma."
    She smiled at the man

    The man, still smiling, responded:
    Well I'm Nathaniel, and we should get going."
    @Nathaniel Zariman
     
  20. Shane Rivers

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    Lieutenant Shane Rivers had only been on New Tycho station for a few days, but he was already growing a little restless. He'd stared at the strange add on his pad for a half hour, now, trying to decide if it was worth it. The Lazarus would be undergoing repairs for quite some time, still, and it would still need to make the trip to New Tycho after that. Plus, after that mess with the militia, he had a feeling it would be some time before he was called on for active duty.

    He glanced over at his Force Recon Goliath Mark V armor, which was already loaded on a cargo cart, along with the necessary hardware to store and service the suit in the corner of his apartment. He hadn't unloaded it since arriving, which was going to make towing it to the FME Erebus a significantly easier task. He threw together a couple bags of personal belongings and clothes, and made for the door.

    --

    15 minutes later

    As Shane had made his way to the docks, he received a helpful schematic of the station, which assisted him in finding the rest of his way to the ship; he hadn't been to this section of the station since he arrived. Before him was the vessel in question: the FME Erebus, bound for who knows where and opposed by who knows what. Sounded like a nightmare, which was precisely why Shane knew he had to go. He needed something besides rogue Martian militia to worry about for a while. And, who knew, if he was going to be stuck with a bunch of new people for weeks or months on end, maybe he'd get lucky. Not that it had anything do with luck.

    He was an odd sight on the dock, dressed in para-military clothing and armed with a sizeable, modified handgun at his side. His bags bore the emblem of the MMC, though the armor he was pushing around was probably just as blatant a giveaway.

    With a deep breath, Shane pressed his weight into the cargo cart, and began ascending the loading ramp. He introduced himself to the guard when prompted, and made his way into the cargo hold. He glanced around, looking for someone who could direct him to the living area. He could, of course, stash his incredibly dangerous and expensive equipment in the cargo hold where anyone could prod at it, or he could set it up beside his bed with a series of security measures. He preferred the latter, but he'd need someone to show him the way if he didn't want to lug his armor around the whole damn ship.
     
    #20 Shane Rivers, May 14, 2020
    Last edited: May 14, 2020

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