Author Topic: The Wreck of the USC Affection - Text Roleplay  (Read 20555 times)


Name: Warren Park
Occupation on the ship (OTS): Customer service
Equipment: Apron
Status: Awaking from sleep.



     I opened my eyes and saw what looked like the border around the bottom of the cabinets in the storage room where we kept things we offered the customers - well, seven months ago, this was where the storage was. Did I pass out or something? I usually sleep in my room. Maybe I was too tired...
     I realized I had duties to tend to and began to straighten my appearance. The ship's interior seemed abnormally quiet; perhaps there was an assembly of some sort or people were still just sleeping. We'd been docked on this stupid planet for a while now, and help still wasn't on the way, to my knowledge. We've been steadily running out of supplies and our cooks can only go so far with so much. Everybody's been full but that might change here pretty soon. Things were still tattered and broken around the ship from the initial impact; now we were out of fuel and our tanks of oxygen were running low, an issue the ship was designed to never have a problem with. And yet here we are, facing a magnificent challenge; how are we going to survive?
     I finished making my hair looking presentable and straightened my apron. For all it's been through, the white linen still shone bright. I opened the door of the storage room and saw that there were people running down the primary hall towards the center of the ship. Where were they going?

Name: Lucas S.
ViDoc 5/17

"I've been stuck in the crew's quarters for three days now. Due to power failure, the fail-safes on the doors are unaccessable, so I can't over-ride the blast doors. I'm still living off of my cache of rations, I can't say the same for Vash over there... ah well."

Name: Greg Pinckney
OTS: MedBay surgeon
Equipment: Medical Bag, First Aid kit
Status: Good, small cut on the left arm, and bruised.


"Are you alright?" I ask the man, John, I think his name was. He was in the MedBay once before, but that was only to do a small procedure on an ingrown toenail. (How embarrassing) He said he was fine, but then I asked him to help me lift the air monitor in the MedBay waiting room. Together, we lift it off of the man's legs, but the 150 pound solid steel box did some damage to his legs. "What's your name?" I ask him, and he responds, "Thomas. Thomas Rhine." John and I each lift him up, and haul him over to the bed. "Wait here for a while. I can't do anything until those damn engineers activate a core to get SOME of the electricity on. For now I will give you some sedatives." I said, injecting him with the fluid.

Name:John C. Orlov 45th
Occupation on the ship (OTS):O.D.S.T.,Engineer
Equipment:ODST suit,hand held welding laser,Engineer kit,
Status:Brused leg,small gash in right arm


John:Gimme second I might be able to cut these doors open with this laser.

Thomas:For an engineer you're pretty dumb.These doors are made to withstand missle strikes.

Greg:Give it a shot,John.

I manage to cut a hole big enough for an average sized person to fit through before the battery depletes.

John:Missle strikes,eh?

Thomas:Uh huh :/

Name: Greg Pinckney
OTS: MedBay surgeon
Equipment: Medical Bag, First Aid kit
Status: Good, small cut on the left arm, and bruised.


"John, go meet up with some of your engineering buddies to try and get one of the cores working. Unless Thomas wants an amputation." Thomas got a nervous look on his face. Then he screamed, "GO!"

Name:John C. Orlov 45th
Occupation on the ship (OTS):O.D.S.T.,Engineer
Equipment:ODST suit,hand held welding laser(dead),Engineer kit
Status:Brused leg,small gash in right arm,scared out of mind


John:Bu-Bu-But if we are on Cleron-3?

Greg:Those things only come out at dusk,John.

John:What time is it?

Greg:...

Thomas:Dammit you pusillanimous individual take these and scat.

+1 Energy sword
+1Two-way radio

John:*ulp*Ok here i go.

Name: M.A.X. 2.0
Occupation on the ship (OTS): Servant Robot
Equipment: Battery Recharge Kit
Status: Left arm broken, damaged programming
(you never said we couldn't be robots :3)


ATTEMPTING TO REBOOT PROGRAMMING...

FAILED

CHECKING FOR PROGRAM UPDATES...

NO NEW UPDATES FOUND

SCANNING FOR DAMAGE...

BROKEN LEFT ARM AND DAMAGED PROGRAMMING FOUND

BEGGINING REPAIRS...
« Last Edit: January 21, 2011, 02:05:15 PM by Jokey365 »

Name: Lucas Satcher
OST: Lead Engineer
Equipm'nt: MA-Wrench, half dead batteries)
Status: Bruised pelvis.

I tried.
And I tried again.
And another time. But the double-reinforced blast doors would not budge. Even the high-intesity plasma cutter on my MA-Wrench only left a scratch... damn batteries. I could go for some new ones. I turned back to Vash, who was in the corner tinkering with something I couldn't see. He tossed it to me, a rectangular, metallic box with a digital counter on it. "Try this," He said. Nodding, I placed the charge on the door and set the timer. It exploded just as I ducked for cover. Pieces of metal flew over head before I gathered the courage to get up. The charge made a sizable hole in the doors, enough for a full-sized man to squeezed through.
"Nice."
"Yup," Vash said, grabbing a flashlight and waiting for me to go through. It was a tight squeeze, but I managed to get through the door and into the darkness through it. The lights flickered on and off, and the shadows played tricks on us as we made our way through the corridors. The first place to look would be the Systems Deck. As Lead Engineer, it was my job to at least try to get the power back on. Well, try at least.

Name: M.A.X. 2.0
Occupation on the ship (OTS): Servant Robot
Equipment: Battery Recharge Kit
Status: Damaged programming


REPAIRS ON LEFT ARM COMPLETED

REPAIRS ON PROGRAMMING 50% COMPLETED

ATTEMPTING TO REBOOT....

REBOOT FAILED

CONTINUING REPAIRS...


I made a ship layout.



Name: Percy Coleman
OOTS: Tourist
Equipment: EliteBooster boots, EliteMAW, EliteIntersect. (I'll explain them later)
Status: Unharmed

Background Story:
Got to go right now. BGStory coming soon.

This ship is HUGE, I mean, it is the biggest ship in existence at the time period I put.
« Last Edit: January 21, 2011, 07:24:48 PM by Jorici »

Dont let him use that elite maw and crap.LONG STORY

Name: James Kazliek
Occupation on the ship (OTS): Engineer of the ship maintenance, engine room *267
Equipment: Dusty engineer suit, Welder
Status: Small burn on left arm, small cut on face.
Location on deck (LOD): Engine room

The Small explosion caused by the 2nd engine caused a EMP blast inside the engine rooms.
However, I happened to be hiding under a work bench, and it protected some of the blast.
I get up and scan the surroundings, nothing had a lively red or white color on the walls, just a greyness of black.
I am reminded of the tool box on the work bench, however it is locked.

I bash the lock with some rubble. chance needs a flip of a coin that lands on heads

Success! Items added Wrench, nuts and bolts x5, and screw driver


« Last Edit: January 21, 2011, 07:35:53 PM by TMAN7676 »

Name:John C. Orlov 45th
Occupation on the ship (OTS):O.D.S.T.,Engineer
Equipment:ODST suit,hand held welding laser(dead),Engineer kit
Status:Brused leg,small gash in right arm,Feeling great



John:There we go!Power back online.

I take a moment to feel good and then I radio the others but then someone opens the doors behind me.

???:Looks like someone else go to them before me.