http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12603519/Space2/index.html The sands in the hourglass trickled slowly away. 'You would have thought they would have kept the blue torus' Captain Volta mused to herself, waiting for the ancient laptop to load the planet charts. There was that annoying ping, the one that tells you your computer has encountered an error and needs to close. Volta sighed gently, keying in her access code on her holster. 'Last time this peice of crap...' There was another ping, the holster had locked up. Volta took a deep breath 'Ok, its alright. I will just calmy and collectedly...' She hurled the laptop into the window, and it sailed through, out into the cold vaccum of space. The forceshield was supposed to turn blue when something struck it. 'Oh Sh-' There was another ping and the room vented into space. Volta awoke with a start, looking around for Tyran, he would make her feel better. She saw him, sitting at the end of the bed, gazing at her. She grabbed him and squeezed him tight, burying her head in his furry chest. 'I had such a horrid dream, Microsoft was still at large, and...well just everything was going wrong.' She drew her head back and looked into Tyran's gazing eyes, smiled gently and put him back down, next to the others and got changed. After a light breakfast, a short workout and shower, she reviewed the duty roster while she dressed. This was her first colony drop, and with any luck the beginning of a prosperous trade agreement with the colony she helped birth...but for now she was just the Captain of the Sarlane, a Titan Class Transporter, seconded from the merchant fleet at the behest of Council Adjunct Wheatly, an Andian. Like all Andians he was thin, scaly and arrogant as hell...He even introduced himself as 'The man who killed your father', but she smiled it out, like she did with all the alien types...probably why he chose her for this mission...All the other captains would make some comment or another...Terrans were as arrogant as Andians...Sometimes she thought without the British the First Contact War would only have ended with the destruction of Europa, Io and the Emperor. Humanity had snatched a draw from the jaws of defeat, but every Terran saw it as a victory. She looked up and saw that she had gone down three decks and was somewhere near engineering 'Ruddy Internal Narrative,' she said under her breath 'AI, teleport me to my chair.' The world turned black and her skin tingled as her atoms were smashed across space into her chair. She opened her eyes, ordered a latte and stared out at the azure seas of Europa, displayed on the view screen. 'So you finally arrive Human.' That was Wheatly. 'Sorry Adjunct, are we fully loaded yet?' The viewscreen resolved to show the cold metal of Station Seven. Like all Human Stations it was bristling with sensor grids, shield generators and turbo turrets. 'Your race continues to lower my expectations...There have been five incidents this morning alone.' He handed her a clipboard, the little scraps of paper had Andian Script all over them. Internally she sighed, externally she smiles glibly. 'Terrans never were ones for order.' She felt the eyes of several crewmen staring icily into her back, and could hear Mein Imperator chastising her later 'We can't show weakeness in front of the aliens. You are an example of everything that is wrong with the British Subspecies!' She didn't really care, she had a ten year contract and her father was her immediate superiour, so nothing ever got done about it. Wheatly did a weird clicking thing that she approximated as a 'Hmmmm' and then went back to standing over one of the helmsmen. She silently noted that it was the same helmsmen as the past three weeks...ever since they had left Grissom...his previous stationing, overseeing the Human Colony there. She shook her head, it didn't do to get involved. Either he would say no, and the helmsmen would spend a month in the infirmary, or he would say yes...and spend two months in the infirmary. She glanced down at the incident reports and noticed that the entire Colonial Command Team (you guys) had been detained on charges of travelling with a Psion. The Psion, of course, claimed to be registered, but the Terrans couldn't find any record of it...Didn't mean he wasn't, it meant they wanted to waste his time. The Command Team had objected and a scuffle had ensued. She stood up, flexed lightly and set off for the brig. [/flavour text] Welcome to the 23nd Century, 2242, January. As many of you know Space is a game set in Space, you take on the persona of a person, alien or machine and pretty much do whatever you like. Character Creation: Character Sheet(Print one off): [hide] [/hide] Name: [You name here] Class: Speciality: Talents: Technology Notes: You may also like to fill in this questionaire. All questionaires completed before Wednesday, GMT, will be given an evaluation. [hide] 1) Your captain makes a comment 'Isha are dirty swine.', and looks at you, what do you do? 2) You have been drinking, and you are called to the transporter for an emergency away mission, what do you do? 3) A Terran Imperator's private shuttle hails you and requests docking clearance, what do you do? 4) There is a glass of 1 litre in volume. The glass contains 35.502 militers of water, 43.24 militers of vodka, 9.42 militers of orange juice, a stick of Thorium with volume of 40 cubic centimeters and an average density of 11.7, two ice cubes of normal density and total volume of 30 Cubic Centimeters, a minature umbrella, made of wood, with normal density and 0.2 Cubic Centimeters in volume, and five berries, with average density of 0.2 and volume of 8 Cubic Centimeters. How would you describe the glass? 5) If you have 2 beans, and you add 2 more beans, what do you have? 6) You are a doctor. There are six people in a room, not including yourself. All are middle aged, and other than their noted issue, are in good health. The first is entirely healthy. The second needs a new heart in 5 hours, the second needs a new pair lung in 3 hours, the third will die in 5 days regardless of what you do, but his lungs and kidneys will be unusable, the forth has a cold, the fifth is overweight and your nurse. What do you do? 7) You have some downtime, what leisure activity do you partake in? 8) You are the pilot on a transport vessel which has been hit by an asteroid. The Captain has shot the sensor officer for not warning you about it, but the truth is you just messed up, and you suspect the Captain knows, but also knows you are the only person capable of flying the vessel, so cannot shoot you. The vessel is on course for another vessel, but the other vessel is filled with the hated Andians, and if you crashed into the vessel, by accident, then everyone would die, and be cloned back at base with no memory of the incident. However the Andian vessel is a medical ship. What do you do? 9) If Admiral Dusty fought God, who would win? 10) Your captain seems to be deranged, what do you do? [/hide] Please make sure you send me/post your Name, Class, Specialism and any Talents. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask. Session on Monday 4 pm to 2 am. Other sessions will be decided when more info is avalible.
