Author Topic: Second Sun - A space roleplay  (Read 37863 times)

I walked into the library as the cat gave a frightened mew, digging its claws into my shoulder. I stroked its chin as I approached Vega. The cat leaned forward in an attempt to sniff him.

"I found this cat and wondered if you'd be able to care for him," I said to home, taking the cat off my shoulder and holding it out to him. It watched him helplessly.

I turned and looked at the cat. "I suppose I could." I said, lifting the cat into my arms. "Does he have a name?"

Forum Name: Frontrox
Character Name(use a real sounding name): BEV8784 (Bee)
Inventory: Various protocol, hardware, software, and tools.
Gender: Male
Age: 112 looks 24
Race: Non-organic

Bee stirs from his slumber, and rolls out of his cot. He changes his clothes into his uniform. Bee activates his radio, "Hello? Status report anyone?".

Juan Cabrillo sits in his unopened cyro chamber that mysteriously has not been opened in years.

His R implant suddenly sparks to life and sends a signal that any robotic or sensor such as an AI could pick up. Then the brain of Juan cabrillo freezes again, resulting in slumber.

I turned and looked at the cat. "I suppose I could." I said, lifting the cat into my arms. "Does he have a name?"
"Not that I know of," I replied.

I looked in a random direction, picking up a signal I'd never seen before. I turned and ran out of the library, bringing up my map and making my way to the signal's source.

The small tom looked to be about two years old, by my limited expertise. "I'm no good with names." I stared at the cat, and is stared back. "What am I going to name you?" The little cat just mewed and stared. "Hm..."

I let off a horrified yelp as the robot ran by, but calmed myself as she didn't pay attention to me.
I headed into the library to see a man with a cat.
"Well what do we have here?"

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"The android girl said she found a cat... I'm not really sure why she asked me to take care of it. I don't want to get attached to all of this."

"Well then maybe she actually has a use, giving us another mouth to waste our food on"

"Like it matters," I retorted, adjusting my brown leather jacket.

"I just don't like her. It's like she's powered on crack and her main ability is giving us more to worry about"

"She's just living this out, this is her chosen way of doing it."

"She's just bloody stupid. I don't mean smart I mean she lacks common sense. She already put my leg in some frame to help me walk along with a broken nose which means now my nose has a metal plate in it. She's turning me into a mess..."

"You'd rather have a broken nose?" I said back with a hint of sarcasm as I stood up.