Shuttle 4939 ~ Text rp (BEGIN RPING)

[Jorici]

   I quickly scan the room, ignoring the Russian man for a moment. I spot the large emergency pack, and begin rifling through it. "forget! It's empty! Why is it empty?! Was someone here before us?!" I shout. Rikeal shrugs.

13,000 miles away, a relay was sent into space. It wasn't returned, and they haven't heard from shuttle 4939 for two days. The navy begins to worry about the ship.


(Maybe someone on the shuttle took the supplies?)

[Ad Bot]

[Tomcat]

   I quickly scan the room, ignoring the Russian man for a moment. I spot the large emergency pack, and begin rifling through it. "forget! It's empty! Why is it empty?! Was someone here before us?!" I shout. Rikeal shrugs.

"The rest of the crew is sleeping." says Rikael. "Anyone starfish could of forgetzing taken it. Sneaked on past us."

[Watcher In The Myst]

<:: REBOOTING
<:: REBOOTING
<:: REBOOTING
<:: ERROR
<:: ERROR
<:: CAN NOT REBOOT: CHECK MALFUNCTION CODE 5825be1
<:: ACTIVATING HIBERNATION SYSTEM
<:: ACTIVATED
<::SCAN MALFUNCTION CODE :'5825be1': ::>
<:: SCANNING
<:: LISTING ERROR CODE: REQUIRES MORE POWER. (5825)
<:: LIST :'be1'::>
<:: LISTING SUFFIX: USING WIRELESS OR EXTERNAL ADAPTATION OF PROBLEM (be1)
<:: SEND DISTRESS SIGNAL : NEURAL UPLINKS ::>
<:: SENDING SIGNAL

::....::
*The people of the ship would get an extreme pain in their forehead for about five seconds, then 'hear' the thoughts of the synthetic unit...

<:: HELLO
<:: THIS IS SYNTH 00333
<:: I HAVE NO POWER SOURCE
<:: I AM OPERATING IN HIBERNATION MODE
<:: PLEASE REPLACE MY BATTERY
<:: THE WIRELESS POWER UPLINK IS RUNNING LOW
<:: NEAREST BATTERY LOCATION:
<:: THREE FEET AWAY FROM MY SYSTEM CORE
<:: PLEASE RETRIEVE IT AND PUT IT INTO MY BATTERY PACK
<:: THE PANEL IS OPEN
<:: THANK YOU
<:: END NEURAL TRANSMISSION ::>

[Tomcat]

"forget!" Tom shrugs after he drops in pain.

"Damnit, we've got to activate that forgetzin' thing!"

Rikael runs to the synthetic cryo-room and releases the synthoid, and inserts the power core into him.


Watcher, get on steam fgt.

[PowerDag]

<::begin bootup

...

::>SYSTEM booted
<::enable COGNCONF

---
::>Congitive Configuration activated.
<::import config_recent.dat
::>Most recent configuration importing...
::>Import successful.
---

<::enable SENSORY
::>SENSORY booted
<::enable SENS_OPTIC

::>Optical vision sensors activated.

::>External distress signal detected
<::trace DIST
::>Subject distress signal verifies synth:00333:be1:5825
<::alleviate DIST
::>Now resolving DIST.
SYNTH:413 strides through the semi-desicrated corridors, following the distress signal. It finds that the gateway to the coresponding area is unable to be opened, due to it having been broken.

Inexcusable. It doesn't have time for such folly, and immediately takes it's <::CUTTERBEAM module to the door.

Upon entering, it finds that the source of the distress has already been alleviated.

::> say "Oh, my apologies, it seems you have already resolved this confliction."

[Tomcat]

"Oh, hello. Yes, I have fixed zhe problem."

Rikael never trusted the synthoids, and would never put his life in their hands. If only he could find the contents of the emergency crate...
Nevermind, he had a job to do. Finish unloading the crates inside the engineering room. Two internals crate and three engineering crates. A large number of electrical and general toolboxes were there too. He had a stuffload of work to do.

"Would you mind helping me?" he asked the synthoid.

[IkeTheGeneric]

Ben wakes up with a sharp pain in his head. There's blood everywhere, people are screaming and the planet they landed on is uncharted.

"F-forget. Everyone! Stay under control!"

He gets up to use the scanner, but it doesn't work.

"Is everyone alright?"

[?]

"My leg!"

"I think it's broke!"

[Feep]

Name: George Melons
Human Race: Caucasian
Faction: Wealthy Melon salesman
Age: 21


plz acept me

[?]

Name: George Melons
Human Race: Caucasian
Faction: Wealthy Melon salesman
Age: 21

It's full.

[Jokey365]

I finally woke up. There were dead people around the bedroom, either crushed by a bed or shook up by the crash too much. My bed was on top of my as well but not enough to crush me. With some effort I pushed it off. I tried to take a step but I tripped on somebody. I crawled to the door to avoid any more of the horror of touching a cold body with my foot. After exiting I couldn't get up. My leg had been injured and I couldn't walk. I probably didn't notice because I didn't get up fully before tripping. "HELP!" was all I could shout through my horrified lungs. I was stuck in front of a room full of dead bodies on the cold floor. My front was covered in blood. "HELP!" I shouted again.

[IkeTheGeneric]

"Don't worry, I'm a medic!"

Ben rushes to Maxwell's aid.

After two minutes of cleaning up a bit, everyone was patched up and the 5 dead bodies are moved to an unoccupied room.

HEADCOUNT:
Name: Henry Donk (?) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Black
Faction: Ship Mechanic
Age: 27

Name: Richard Denero (Roknrollwill) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Caucasian
Faction: Ship Mechanic
Age: 73

Name: Tyler Fryer (kanew2000) *ALIVE*
Human Race: White
Faction: Navy
Age: 49

Name: Rikael Yosef (Tomcat) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Russian
Faction: Navy
Age: 29

Name: Marcus Orlov II (Shadowed999) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Nigerian/German
Faction: Higher-Class
Age: 33

Name: Kazuha Nishi (Ningyou) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Asian
Faction: Commoner
Age: 22

Name: Kaleb Arin (Damocles) *ALIVE*
Human Race: caucasian
Faction: Navy
Age: 19

Name: Lt. Tommy Stratton (Jorici) *ALIVE*
Human Race: American, from the state of New York
Faction: N.A.N.S.C. (North American Naval Space Corps) Officer (Navy)
Age: 45

Name: DELTA-SYNTH.333 (Watcher In The Myst) *ALIVE*
Race: Genetically Modified Human (cyborg for the uneducated)
Faction: N.A.N.S.C.
Last Programming Update: 7 Years

Name: OMEGA-SYNTH.413 (PowerDag) *ALIVE*
Faction: N.A.N.S.C.
Last Programming Update: 3 Years, 1 Month, 7 Days, at 8:32 PM

Name: Ben Alec (IkeTheGeneric) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Caucasian
Faction: Navy (Newly Recruit)
Age: 26

Name: Maxwell Nappy (Jokey365) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Italian
Faction: Higher-Class
Age: 18

Name:Marvyn Avery (mrlolop) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Caucasian
Faction: Ship Mechanics
Age: 24

Name: Parmsan Navamar (Katamari007) *ALIVE*
Human Race: Indian (From India)
Faction: Commoner
Age: 23

Name: Captain Jed Somer *DEAD*
Human Race: Russian
Faction: Ship's Captain
Age: 65

Name: Juni Park *DEAD*
Human Race: American
Faction: Commoner
Age: 16

Name: Orion PC-154 *DEAD*
Race: Robot
Faction: Navy
Last Programming Update: 8 years

Name: Challenge PC-153 *DEAD*
Race: Robot
Faction: Navy
Last Programming Update: 7 years

Name: Harriot Oak *MISSING*
Human Race: Canadian
Faction: Commoner
Age: 23

[kanew2000]

I had awoken outside,with a large bloody gash on my head.

I appear to have flew through a window when the ship crashed,and cut my head on broken glass,crooked metal,and a rather bumpy fall.

Nobody appeared to have found me,seeing as I was covered in my own room furniture.

I lifted my desk off my legs,and pushed my table off of my body. I squirmed out from under my bed and drawer.

I fished through the drawer,knowing I kept my emergency field medical kit,hell if i knew how to use it against this giant wound.

It was there,but it's contents were dumped. The only thing there was Anitodioyn,a stronger painkiller.

I injected myself with it in the arm,and my pain was relieaved in minutes prior to the injection.


I walked off,looking for the medical bay or something. I would probably pass out,looking how much blood I lost.

[IkeTheGeneric]

"We landed on a hostile and uncharted planet.

This is considered the worst-case scenario. This planet is not in any galaxy of the military divide - meaning that whatever the hell happens, it's not under anyone's jurisdiction to save our ass.

We're on our own, and this planet is not only hostile; but unsupportable to human life.

The ship's pretty banged up, and we're out of fuel. The captains dead, and half of the passengers are severely injured, if not dead. No damage to the ship is irreparable and we have mechanics that are well alive.

Anyone who was in the lounge during the crash weren't hurt at all due to a more fortified foundation.

Also, there could be plantlife somewhere, meaning there could be fuel somewhere. Once tissue and organ recovery is not an issue, we will set out for fuel."

Ben limped over to the bridge's window.

"God help us."

[Ningyou]

I regained consciousness and got up. The surrounding sight was horrifying. The room was covered in bodies and blood. I rushed to the door, I wanted to get away from all this mess. After a couple of minutes I approached another passenger who looked like he lost much blood.