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I have permission from Sarge, so let's let a different kind of roleplay begin!

THE RULES:
Most rules are the same, but they have been tweaked to fit this.
1) Do not describe the actions of a Non-Player Character (an NPC) unless your character is interacting with said NPC.
2) Only desribe the actions of your character, not other player's characters.
3) Do not suddenly give yourself gamebreaker superpowers out of the blue.
4) Stay in-character when conversing in-game. If you must break character, prefix your out-of character words with the <OOC> flag.
5) Describe your character's actions in the third person, except when you're quoting what your character says.
6) Keep it clean.
7) This is sci-fi roleplaying, so don't do fantasy.
8) Unlike OP I, this is set in a very high-tech future, where most of the story is peolle traveling through space from planets. The average space sterotype things are probably waht you're aiming at, but you can go nuts in this, seeing as there is much diversity through the planets.
9) As this is more technology-based than the OS I, you can use gadgets, but as before, no deus ex machina.
10) Being a human is not required - you can be any lifeform as long as it's remotely humanoid in this.
11) The Noid is the gamemaster. If you have questions, ask him.

The Story
Captain Xandeross V was mutinied from his old starship for being a wanted criminal after he was framed for the assassination of Earth Chairman J. Johnson II. Now he has learned of a conspiracy that will put the entire galaxies life at stake, and he must assemble a proper crew to stop whoever is in charge of the evil operation.

Setting
Welcome to 2342, approximately 350 years into the future. The wide areas of space seem much smaller now as inter-galactic travel seems standard after major scientific breakthroughs. After an outsider race(called The Grays, named after the famous alien name) waged a nuclear war on Earth, it turned into a massively different place where you could find large craters pretty much anywhere. The Chairman(kind of like President of The Planet or the spokesperson or representative) of Earth, J. Johnson II, was assassinated by I. Xandeross II, but he was actually framed.

There are many different alien races and a large amount of planets, such as Sibar, a planet covered in frozen wastelands or Orka, a now deserted planet that is well known for being polluted with nuclear waste. Just like present times, there are still racial dissagreements about all these races.

Technology is greatly advanced from present days, as automobiles are all dead(every last one of them is destroyed) and starships and small cruisers inhabit the land. There are also groups called Marauders, which would probably be pirates, only located in space. Several planets are going through wars right now, which makes inter-galactic and planetery travel harder.

And now, we shall begin!

"I told them to come at 4 o clock sharp..." An aged man (Xandeross V) said, looking at his watch. "If they don't show up within the next half hour, I'm leaving this dump." he mumbled to himself.

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{}{}{: Quick suggestions:
- Wouldn't 350 years in the future make the current year 2344?
- You may want to establish a real setting. At the moment your character could be anywhere and that makes it considerably difficult for other people to enter.

Just sayin'. Adieu. I'm not good with scifi RP or I'd join. Good luck though. :}{}{}

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get LOST

{1. Meh, it's about that.
2. Oh, forgot. The Where we are right now is Planet Earth, and we don't go anywhere else unless someone notifies me and stuff. I'll update the beginning post with important plot points.}

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A cobalt blue frog-like alien dressed head-to-toe in black leather and wearing shiny black sunglasses stepped into the plaza. He carried a blue keytar that doubled as a lazer gun.

"Greetings. I'm Natōn [OOC: pronounced Nah-TOHN]. I understand you're in need of assistance."

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"Yes, I am." Xandeross said, putting his hand out for Naton* to shake it. "You said that there were more with you...are they nearby?" he asked.

* I don't remember how to do that odd ~ thingy, so I'll just say Naton.

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[OOC: Just copy & paste his name.]

"There are a few more of my kind," Natōn said as he shook Xandeross's hand, "They'll be here shortly."

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"Good, good. They must get here soon, however. Someone may see through my disguise...." Xandeross said.

{{OOC: This would be a good time for someone else to join up.}}

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A tall insectoid alien approached. He was tall, green and had a grasshopper-like appearance. The alien had a pistol slung low at his waist. "Pleased to meet you," he said, "My name is Z'quind. I understand you need a crew."

(OOC: Go here to see what Z'quind looks like.)

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OOC:Woo!

Kay, I need to explain my character's background first:

Vilmar was a cadet in the Earth space force, until he was randomly chosen to be the subject of a horrible genetic experiment. The experiment improved Vilmar's reflexes, strength, and senses, but turned his skin red, made all his hair fall out, and made him lose his pupils. The scientists deemed the experiment a failure and dismissed Vilmar from the Earthforce, warning him never to speak of this again. With nothing to do and an outcast from humanity, he became a mercenary.
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IC: A tall (about 6' 4") man with strange red skin and no hair walked into the plaza. Reaching into his heavy coat, he pulled out an ID card and flashed it to Captain Xandeross.

"Vilmar Ganrak. I heard you required my services, hmm? Well, as long as you can pay, I'm willing to help your-" He gestured at the motley group of aliens standing before him. "-little crew."

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A Mind Flayer Walked up to him. It was dressed in the colors of the freedom fighters, good Flayers who are rebelling against their overlords."I see you need a crew."he said"Name's Lork. Lork Deepwater."
{}{}{He's Tem's father. That's right, father. You see, the Flayers faced a doomed future, so they went back in time to the time of Op 1. I'm never delving into it, so I won't have any time paradoxes.}{}{}

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

"Alright men, I have one thing to say to all of you - you do understand that you are joining on The Starship Zypher, and anything you do will look like my fault?" he said in a menacingly tone. "Kidding! Anyways, I'll have that boring speech later. Is there anyone else?"

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"So, where exactly are we going-" Vilmar spat out the word. "-boss?"

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"Me sir, if you'll have me." A young lady previously hidden in the corner stepped forward. She was tall and thin, but there was a strength to her stance and movements. There was no mistaking, she was able to fend for herself - despite her otherwise fragile appearance. "My name's Z'haria," she said as she joined the group.

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<OOC: Is it alright if I be a robot?>

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<OOC: In case anyone was wondering: Yes, The Noid did ask me if he could use the "Operation Storyteller" name, and yes I gave him permission.
A few questions before I make a character: How long ago was the nuclear war, and how extensive was the destruction on Earth? Is there a unified global government, or is humanity still divided into nations, or did the nuclear war bring about an anarchic dystopia that the world has yet to recover from?>

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<The nuclear was an estimated 70 years ago. The destruction upon earth is huge - one third of it is just crater and rubble from the destruction. There are now Chairmen of each of the planets, and they are sort of like the UN, but they are not only representatives - they lead the planet now. Earth is one of the many planets that have finally gained world peace after they decided that they all need to stop those Greys, but many other planets are going through a civil war right now.

If you are wondering about what the other three fourths of earth is, imagine Futurama. There you go. And yes, robots are allowed.>

"You be not needing to call me sir, m'Lady. Just call me Xandeross." he said to Z'haria.

"But you still have to call me boss, Vilmar." he said with a smug grin on his face.

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"Yeah, yeah" Vilmar grumbled. "When do we leave?"

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<OOC: Ok, I'll play a character loosely based on Korben Dallas (Bruce Willis's character from the movie "The Fifth Element"). So, I'm a former soilder who quit the army after some "incident" that shook his faith in government. He now drives a flying taxi cab for a living. What's the name of the city we're in, anyways? It is a city, right?>

Meanwhile, in a garage just a few miles south of where Xandeross was talking to Z'haria, Remo Latig was siting in the driver's eat of his hovercab, smoking a tomako butt. Remo was waiting for Entoo, his Type-65 Mechbot, to finish replacing the heat sinks. Remo has bought a new set of copper heat sinks to replace the factory-installed aluminum heat sinks. Copper disipates heat much faster then Aluminum, but it weighs a little more. This meant that Remo has to program the techbot to adjust the hoverpods and the avionics system to compensate for the changed flight dynamics, but it was well worth the trouble. The new heatsinks would make this hovercab 7% more fuel efficient, and would allow a 10% better response time from the hoverpods and the rear thrusters.
Remo had spent the last seven years as the only independent cabbie in town, and in that time he had built all sorts of stuff into his hovercab. Gadgets, computers, security devices, performance upgrades. After all, this was a twenty-year old cab, and the TAKZY Corporation bought new hovercars for it's fleet of hovercabs every couple of years. As a result, although Remo's cab looked like a cobbled together hunk of junk, it was really a hot rod.
Remo kept on getting customers who came with a heaping dose of trouble. They were either getting shot at or chased by some bad guys in fast hovercars, or they were trying to rob Remo, or steal his stuff, or worse. It was like some sort of curse. Remo even moved to New Mars a few years back because he heard that it was nice and peacefull up there. But trouble followed him there, too, so he moved back. That was when he'd decided that if the universe was gonna keep insisting that Remo dodge bad guys in a Hovercab, it was gonna be the fastest hovercab possible. Oh, and he started collecting guns, too. Shotguns, lazer guns, miniguns, tiny little guns, big guns... all sorts of guns. All this spending on gadgets and guns meant that Remo didn't eat too fancy. He worked long hours, and like all cabbies he tried to avoid going into Hell's Half Acre (the really bad part of town).

The Mechbot beeped. "BZZZZT: Upgrade complete. Installation successful. New performance ratio now displaying in HUD. Datalink now initializing. Registering modifications with the Department of Vehicles. Paying registration fees.... buffering..buffering... Registration successful. License file updated. Transaction complete. Program terminating. Going into recharge mode. Have a nice day at work, Mister Latig."
Remo tossed the burnt-out tomako butt out the side window and started the reactor. The new heatsinks checked out in the status display.

"Thanks, Entoo. See you later." Remo always spoke to his bots as if they were people. It just seemed the natural thing to do. Some people treated them like they were toasters, but Remo always felt better treating them as if they were kind of like people.
Remo tapped his head twice with one finger, just above the left eyebrow. That was the spot where his implanted Dataport had the on/off switch hidden under the skin. The Hovercab's on-board computer instantly linked up with the cyberware in Remo's head that let Remo command the Hovercab's piloting system by cybernetic commands. The link was two-way, so that Remo could "see" all around the cab as if it was a part of him.
The garage door opened and Remo pulled a map of the city up in his cyberware. He ploted a route through to the spaceport district, a route that just happened to take him right by the place where Xandeross and Z'haria were. The Hovercab moved off it's landing struts, which then retracted, and Remo slowly pulled the cab out of the garage.

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<OOC: New Novalis, I be thinking. Mad props to anyone who knows where I got the name from.>

"Well, I'm pretty sure we have everyone here, but I'm mighty hungry. Vilmar mind getting me some food?" Xandeross said.

Vilmar was about to open his mouth to ask why he couldn't get it.

"I told you aboutit already. Now, anyone else want anything?"

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"I'd like a Neptunian blue-ade, if you have any." Natōn humbly asked.

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"Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's some greasy fast food joint around here. Unless the boss wants something nicer" Vilmar said sarcasticly.

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"Grease is the the epitome of manly things for foods, I say. Ge me some with extra grease." Xandeross replied.

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James Leyam sped down the streets of New Novalis on his Hoverbord. He was on the run from a street gang whose plans he had accidently stumbled upon while hacking. He had been found out and now he had to ditch them of pay the price. His route took him past the port section of town, actually crossing Remo's path.
He could hear the angry shouts of the gang leader behind him. He crossed the street..
Right in front of an old taxi that was making its way through town!
IMPACT!! The breath was knoked from James' chest, and he fell to the pavement.
"Pretend like I'm dead" he wisperd to the cabbie
His hand went to the poket witch containd his small blaster. It wasn't very powerful, and could only fire a few charges before it ran out, but it could get him out of this one.
<Alright,I guess I'm in now.>

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(THE ABOVE USER HAS BEEN BANNED)

"Awright, so that's one blob of cholesterol wi' extra grease on, and a neptunian blue-ade for the frog man. Be right back." Vilmar said as he got into his hover-car.

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"So. Might I ask you, Z'haria, what a lady like you is doing wishing to accompany the rest of us on the starship? It seems a little bit unlikely, If I do not offend."

(Xandeross is like an older Jack Sparrow, which probably means that before he was even on the starship he was a Marauder, but nothing is proven.}

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"Well,"said Lork,"I'll go find some criminals to eat. Be back in a second." He disappeared down a back alley. a minute later, he came back with brain juice on his tentacles."Murderers always taste delicious"

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

Natōn was a bit disgusted at Lork's comment. "Hope you enjoyed that. You should work for the law enforcement."

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Vilmar entered the fast food joint, and like in all fast food joints throughout the galaxy, was greated by a pimply-faced teenager.

"welcometofattyhutmayitakeyourorder?" he mumbled.

Vilmar looked at the menu. "Yeah, I'd like one of those horrible chicken thingies, don't hold the grease, a neptunian blue-ade, aaaand a jumbo box of Mashed Up Potato Crisps*."

"thatllbe50creditsmister" said the fast food lackey.

Vilmar paid for the food and started to head back to the plaza where everyone else was. On the way there, he thought he saw a squid murder someone, but it was probably just his imagination.

*OOC: France probably doesn't exist anymore, so there aren't French Fries. The're called Mashed Up Potato Crisps, of course.

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"Matter of fact, I did." he said,"Look, I keep my PDA keyed to tell me when a wanted man is near by. I both nourish myself, and pay for living expenses. The bounty office'll be here to pick up the wanted men." He pulled out his energy staff.

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

Xandeross slapped the PDAout of Lork's hand.

"Lork, when we are in a public area, you shall NEVER use that horrid device. Understood?"

"But-"

"But NOTHING, Lork." Xandeross looked around. "Might I remind you that those bounty offices have been spending most of their time trying to find me, seeing as I wrongfully have trillions of credits on my head?"

"And you mentioned the bounty offices - becoming a part of the Starship Zypher requires you to have no connections with law-enforcement at the time being, so it would be in your best interest to "go on hiatus"."

"One last thing - if you ever think about ratting me out to those hunters, you should expect the worst. Got it get it good."

"Hah, you got pwned." Z'quind said to Lork.

<Well at least I have another reason for the plot to progress!vLet's ssay this: when we meet up with Sarge, Just A Username, and Leyam(and we get that food), we'll probably do the thing that allows us to leave this planet and head onto another one.>

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