Author Topic: The Wreck of the USC Affection - Text Roleplay  (Read 20558 times)

Name: Bob A. Stone
Occupation on the ship (OTS):Medic
Equipment:First Aid Kit, surgical knife, ibuprofen
Status:Healthy

Shortly after the crash, I started going around, treating the wounded, giving them ibuprofen and First aid.
« Last Edit: January 25, 2011, 08:23:19 PM by -1 Up »

We run down the hall and reach a dead end, with the only exit being a airlock that has been welded shut.

Percy: Stand back!

Lucas: Another heroic move from Elite Products, let me guess.

Percy: Activating reinforcement shields!

I stand with my back facing the monster, as 2 strong steel shields extend from my back suit panel and stretch across the hall, making a 3-inch strong steel wall. I press a button on the EliteIntersect and 2 steel poles come out of the sides of my suit, which I position against the wall, bend, and position against the floor. I then press another button and the wall detaches from my back. I have bought us some time.

Lucas: Thanks.

Percy: What now?

So you guys just ditched me?

So you guys just ditched me?
You can catch up with us. I told you to get the guy that fell to safety, or you can leave him and come with us. But read the last couple of our posts, right now we're behind a wall I placed, with Upchuck on the other side (your side, the rest of the ship)

Name: Lucas Satcher

I opened up a map on  my Holo-Viewer and moved it around a bit. I pointed to a hallway labeled '10A."
" We are here," I said. Then I pointed to a vent. "We need to go to the armory, but it's locked out. I say we go through the vents and into there. Or-" I showed Percy another room on the map, the Generator Room, "We can go there, and try to fix the power. It's your call, I'm chill either way."

Name: Percy Chase
Status: Pondering Thoughts

Percy: We'll head to the generator room. I think Upchuck has brothers, so we're not gonna be held off for long.

I pull 2 steel rods out of the back of my suit and set them against the wall. Poles come out of the sides and connect, forming a ladder.

Percy: Come on. If we're gonna get this ship running again, we've gotta hurry.

We climb up and I open the vent. We crawl through, and make our way through the vents.

Lucas: We've gotta hurry. Every 15 minutes, a heat wave of over 400 degrees flares through these vents.

Percy: Alright, lets see...we have 58 seconds before the next heat wave strikes, frying us.

Lucas: CRAWL MAN, CRAWL!


By the way, I'm making a spaceship ingame as a replica of this one. I'll post the save file publicly here when it's done.
« Last Edit: January 27, 2011, 02:11:52 PM by Blaze0 »

Its funny because I was going to do the same thing.
Work together on it? :3

Sure! I actually changed my mind, but if you wanna do it with me, I'm all ears. When you wanna host?

Whenever I'm not trolling on Gaia.

Start looking for my server around five tomorow. I was going to make it a super-long, super wide tube-like ship.

HIIIIING

Damn projects. :C

I was going to make it a giant, tube-looking ship. Working out the details later.

Name: Phillip Knight
Occupation on the ship (OTS): 3rd Plt. Space Recon (Like, boards enemy ships in space)(Because tooo many engineeeers)
Equipment: Prototype Space Suit (PSS), Toolbelt, .45 caliber automatic pistol, rucksack
Status: Thirsty, Starving

As Phillip lies in the airlock, near the armory, he cries out into his radio, moaning for help, looking at his watch it has been a day while he has been stuck in this metal grave....

Name: Percy Chase
Status: Speedily Crawling

Percy: I think I see a red glow! The generator room!

Lucas: THAT THE HEAT WAVE. AHHH!!!!

I shoot a bullet from my MAW at the grate below us and we fall through just seconds before where we were goes into super-hot heat.

Percy: Whadda you know. We're in the generator room.

Lucas: Alright, leave this to me.

Name: Tate Fayne
OTS: None
Equipment: Green control watch.
Status: Timid

I woke up just outside of my car, to find I was in a hangar of a seemingly locked down and crashed ship. I looked around to find dozens of cargo boxes, some dented, opened, crushed, and some perfectly normal. I struggled to my feet and began to explore the hangar. I turned around to find the thrusters on the car were emitting smoke and the car looked half-frozen. I guess that sort of figures from what just occured. I tried the door that seemed to be an elevator door, but it had two emergency lock doors over it. The hangar door was shut quite tightly, and the air vents seemed to have emergency locks over them too. "How in god's name am I going to get out of here?", I said into the hangar, the voice echoing through it and through the quiet air vents. "A locked elevator. Just my god damn luck.", groaning I turned around and leaned against the 1985-esque sports car. Is there anyone else where he was?

That would be great if someone could draw a ship for this.

I'LL DO IT