TEST DRIVE MEME!

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WHAT HAPPENS IN SPACE VEGAS STAYS IN SPACE VEGAS

The ship has made a stop at a city-planet to acquire some supplies-- and just everyone's luck, it's one of those wonderful mostly-lawless places where you can do or get pretty much anything. About the only thing the local government seems to frown on is outright murder, though it's quickly apparent that most of the planet's places of business include some rather heavily-armed security to deter thieves and other ne'er-do-wells. Still, it's a chance to get away from the zombies and breathe some non-recycled atmosphere for a while...

Scenarios:

#1: Screw that, I'm staying on board.

Just what it says on the tin. Your character has some plans now that the ship's mostly cleared of both unwilling passengers and zombies.. the Master might even be away! Time for a little reconnaissance behind locked doors?

#2: All work and no play makes Jack something something.

Unhappily for you, you were given a mission on-planet that you should probably try to complete before you go have fun... well, unless you want to get your air supply cut off or any of another thousand yucky things. Thankfully, you just have to pick up that really big palette of mysterious crates watched over by those really big unsmiling dudes.. or was it that other big stack of crates?

#3: Well it's not technically illegal.

There's something on-planet-- money, technology, shinies, whatever your character's heart desires. Only problem is, you can't seem to acquire it by normal economic activities. Ocean's Eleven in Space, anyone?

#4: The chips are down.

It's Space Vegas. Your character is gonna go have a look at the space casinos, or take in a space MMA battle, or whatever other ridiculous thing you can think of on a planet where you can do pretty much anything you can afford... and you've got just enough in credits or barter to cash in...

#5: Wild card! Choose your own adventure!

DO

~Post a top-level comment for a character who will be NEW to the game. So, like.. everybody. If you want to.

~Make sure to label your post with your character's name and originating canon.

~Tag as if you're already stuck on this wonderful ship! Make sure to read through the game info before tagging.

~If you are really shy, try tagging one of the threads already there!

DON'T

~Walk out of the airlocks without a space suit. Jeeze.

~Taunt happy fun ball.

Comments

#1 Screw it, I'm staying on board!

[cutejustice]

Maya was sneaking around on the ship. Everyone was gone. She hadn't really wanted to go down to Space Vegas. The creepy zombies were gone, which was good. She was pretty sure that the annoying PA guy was gone too. That was a relief. He was so annoying.

Maya was currently trying to get into one of the many locked doors all over the ship. Okay, so she might have been trying to get into creepy PA announcer guy's room. What was he hiding in there? Well there was only one way to find out!

Trying to enter in codes to get into the Master's room currently wasn't working, but it hadn't sent any zombies or security droids after her, yet. Maya wasn't the greatest at sneaking missions, so that is what she was currently working on. She wasn't being super-quiet about it either, so she'd be easy to find and discover.

oh noes alert phase

[actualjedimaster]

When the ship cleared out, Flynn was likewise content to stay on board. Crazy crowded city full of hedonistic pleasures might have been his first stop as a younger man, but he had a suspicion actual alcohol would play hell with his energy metabolism, and hangovers sucked anyway. Seeing as how there wasn't a mission sitting in his inbox, exploring a little seemed like a good idea.

It also seemed he wasn't the only one.

"Greetings," Flynn said, smiling a bit as he tried not-so-subtlely to get a look over the girl's shoulder.

Oh snap! Not alert phase!

[cutejustice]

"Hi Flynn," Maya chirped.

She sighed and tipped her head back to look at him as the keypad that she was trying unsuccessfully to enter a code into made a sound that sounded remarkably like an electronic raspberry at her.

"You didn't want to go to Space Vegas?"

Security Droids?

[protectorrobot]

MDR-27 as he called himself was not someone who went partying normally. Being unable to ingest alcohol and this not being a place of a great deal of Electro-stim activities, well, he was just staying aboard to do some training. Keep up with the shooting accuracy, make sure his power converter was in tip top shape, and just wandering around this damn vessel. He needed to let himself map it out and he wasn't upgraded with the latest radar map scanning tech. There were downsides of being an upgraded security drone.

Even if part of the upgrades were free will and sentience. The blue glowing droid did come upon Maya before long though, watching her trying to get into the Master's room now. He adjusted his shoulder connections some before tapping her on the shoulder. "You trying to get the lot of us in trouble or something?" he stated, his voice synthesizer doing a good 'mild irritation' thing.

MDR-27 | OC. (Modified Security Robot refitted for Commando Missions)

[protectorrobot]

2-Never Not Missioning

MDR-27 scanned the area below him with a hand up on the upper area above him, clasped around the railing as he stood on the catwalk. The large goods he couldn't move without some help despite his higher lifting capacity than a standard combat robot, being modified from guarding materials tended to give that benefit. Then there was the group of guards there that were standing around the target. The robot had something that could fry unarmored humans in a single hit, whole point of a weapon that disperses amounts of heat in a hit. But he needed to review mission details and see if he had anyone helping on this. After all the rambling threats of the Master weren't just directed at him in particular.

Just he was the combat robot, so he was A: expendable and B: trained for this. 'cept driving a forklift/truck part.

Robot to robot funtimes Y/Y?

[gunholic]

Axl hadn't been too thrilled to get a note in his inbox about making a pickup or bad things happening to his power supply... so he showed up to the site fifteen minutes late with coffee. What? No way was he letting that Master guy be the boss of him.

Spotting another robot eyeing the crates with a familiar sort of speculation, he leaned on the catwalk's railing and looked down too.

"You got homework too, huh?"

Martellus-Techmarine | Dawn of War 2 Series

[robotarmsareholy]

3-A Standard Codex? HERE?

Martellus had scene what was the holy artifacts of his machine worshiping side of his faith. Oh, at least he thought so. One of those STCs would be like recovering the holy relics of Christ and the Apostles to a Christian. He just never though the would see one of those in this unholy swirl of abominations, probably the Master served Tzeentch. But he would endure it to ensure that they would never do something against the Imperium and the Emperor. For the moment, survival was of prime importance, then not falling to corruption.

But for once, he had a chance to make a difference. But he had none of these unholy 'credits' to trade with. Only proper Imperial Thrones. But there it was, in the ownership in this one Casino. He had no urge to engage in gambling, was not something a Space marine should engage in. Instead he would seek help, hopefully, from a pure human.

Have a human-looking hacking program, big guy. X3

[tanks4thememory]

Clu had spent most of his time on the planet just observing. Learning. And Users, was there ever a lot to learn and observe. He was starting to get a processor ache trying to deal with the massive influx of data. Everywhere there was light, noise, color, a dozen different things competing for his attention every nano. Not that it wasn't exciting and fascinating, but how did Users manage to deal with it all?

Finally, opted to retreat to a relatively dim and quiet corner to give his overloaded sensors a break. At least his clothing wouldn't draw to much attention here, so he shouldn't be bothered; compared to some of the garishly colored outfits he'd seen, his white bodysuit, boots, helm, and gauntlets looked positively plain, even laced with glowing yellow circuits as the were. Unfortunately, it seemed he wasn't the only one who'd decided to take a break in this corner, and he nearly walked into the large... User? Droid?... in his distracted state.

He sent an automatic ping of [apology] before recalling that pings didn't function here. "Sorry," he said aloud with a bit of a sigh. "Didn't see you there."

Mara Jade | Star Wars Expanded Universe

[handnomore]

#3. Well it's not technically illegal

Customs was a joke at this particular spaceport; Mara was neither surprised nor particularly displeased.  She wanted to do some poking around, and the possibility of stirring up trouble was decidedly present.  

It didn't take long for her to find it, either; apparently they'd gone so far beyond the borders of anything the Old Republic had ever touched that a local crimelord coming into possession of a lightsaber was big and exciting news.  And while Mara was no Jedi, and had no interest in calling herself one, she'd gotten used to having a lightsaber again.  Being suddenly without it -- especially when Outbound Flight was mysteriously absent of all its Jedi and apparently all their possessions -- didn't sit well with her.  Neither did the idea of some bit of slime hanging onto one. 

And conveniently, those two bits of distaste combined with some elegance. 

So there was Mara, combing through the seedier areas of the spaceport (not like any of it wasn't seedy), gathering information and looking just as shifty as everyone around her.  A change from her much more businesslike shipboard persona, but one that served well to let her blend in.  Just had to get enough information to run on...

[gunholic]

Axl didn't really need anything special, since unlike a lot of the others his gear was mostly installed, but it wasn't every day you got to wander around another planet. That and this place had something called swoop bike racing that sounded excellent...

But, well, then he spotted Mara and got curious, particularly since he wouldn't have placed her down here. It seemed way more interesting than pinching credit chits from the slobberingly drunk.

"Well hello~!" Axl said, grinning up when she was done talking to the guy with the eyes and the cloak. "Fancy meeting you here."

X ll Megaman Zero

[retiredlegend]

A bit of 2 and 5

There was a mission going on though it likely would not be one that would be talked about really, or taken seriously by most but when you are trying to be polite it was necessary. Finding someone willing to let him piggyback on their communications and help vouch that he wasn't a rouge or spy program was not as easy as one would think.

He could technically enter the place without a second thought, but he didn't need the rest of those he was on the ship with getting shot at or the people on this planet trying to delete him before he could explain he was just visiting. Sometimes being mostly energy and computer data was a bit of a hassle when you did not want to tempt fate in how long your solid form could last outside the ship.

/tackles

[gunholic]

Axl caught sight of the small flicker nearby, and grinned and waved his commlink. He'd set aside memory just for the cyber elf-- well, it was only what a decent partner would do in this kind of thing. Besides, if the blue fairy was around, chances were he'd gotten the same inbox message.

Now hopefully X had seen that, because calling out was going to be another thing entirely. Local security might have a problem with a reploid in the rafters.

Robot-AI Relations

[protectorrobot]

MDR had seen the AI on the ship before, but had not exactly had knowledge of what a Cyber-elf was. Though with the fact the AI or whatever it was needed some help off, well he went at least to visit him and see what a robot could do for him. He had secondary and tertiary computer systems he could lend over to an AI to hang out on.

He approached wherever X was and gave a small communication. "Hello. You were seeking a way out?"

Veetor'Nara ll Mass Effect

[hidesfrommonsters]

#3!


Normally a place like this would be a goldmine and double edge sword for a quarian, for Veetor it was a test of courage as he darts nervously from one stall to the next. His mental shopping list being quickly checked off as he attempts to get everything he needs and back on the ship in as quick of a time as possible.

He'd probably have a heart attack if anyone so much as tapped him on the shoulder right now considering how wound up he is.

A challenger appears!

[cutejustice]

Maya decided to look around on the planet. Mostly because her magatama was gone. Maybe she'd find something planetside to either make a new one or maybe it would have gotten scattered with the goods at the stalls? That was probably wishful thinking, but it was probably at least worth a look to see what all was around. (The fact that she didn't have much in the way of credits was just a minor technicality at the moment!)

That said, Maya tapped Veetor on the shoulder. She was trying to see around him.

"Excuse me, sir. Can I just see what's on that table behind you?"

LET US BEGIN THE LOUD YELLING!

[robotarmsareholy]

In Martellus search for things to rescue from this seedy starport to help in his methods of discovering the true nature of the Master. Certainly some sort of foul worshiper of the dark gods. For this purpose, he was tolerating the Xenos.

Like Veetor. Who he pretty much walked into before stopping. His mechandrite (Robot arm on the back) twirled at his surprise. "Xeno!" He said in a rather loud voice, warped by his vox modulator. (Voice Modulator)

Clu 1.0 | TRON - #1 Screw it, I'm staying on board

[tanks4thememory]

Clu really had no desire to go to the system- planet- below then. He was just starting to get used to the ship and at any rate, most of the population being gone gave him a grand opportunity to do some real exploring. Currently, he was standing at a terminal trying to sift his way through broken and jumbled files for anything useful. There had to be something in here that could offer a clue as to what they were all doing here, and more importantly, how they could get back where they'd come from...

[gunholic]

Axl ended up porting back early-- not hard when you could stow away and just EVA your way over once you were in orbit. No need to bother the shuttle pilots.

He yawned, on his way back to his room for the time being, but paused when he spotted Clu messing with a terminal. He had seen the glowy guy around, of course, but hadn't really had much chance to talk.

"Hiyo~!" Axl called, grinning a bit and waving.

Thrawn | Star Wars EU

[thrawn]

1) This was a moment for which Thrawn had been waiting. He remained in his quarters for the time it would take the majority to leave. Thrawn had plans, but more importantly, he wasn't the only one with plans.

He broke into the cabin three down from his and retrieved his tools from where they were hidden: rolled up in insulated cloth inside a wire conduit leading to the ceiling lights. That done, he left for his current goal.

3) Thrawn had made careful observation of the others trapped aboard the ship. There were many with capabilities beyond what he'd thought possible. All he needed now was to convince a couple of them to act in what was ultimately their mutual best interest.

To that end, he was approaching one of the other 'passengers' freshly off the ship and away from the prying eyes of the crew.

Getting Stuck in a dark alley with a blue guy and a giant guy.

[robotarmsareholy]

Martellus had mostly been looking for pure technology he could use as opposed to the tainted things he had to operate with. AIs! What he wouldn't give for a Machine Spirit, even if it was uncooperative. At least they weren't demon possessed. Though when the blue Xeno approached him, he was natively wary. Thrawn's attitudes and actions had made Martellus lump him with Eldar. Useful allies against Chaos, but always must watch out for backstabbing.

So he had a cautious "Greetings," to give to Thrawn when approached. There were many reasons to approach Martellus. Skill with machines, knowledgeable of making and repairing many things, versed in both magical and technical, and in a giant powersuit as well as a hulk of man. (Specifically, 8 foot 6 inches and 800 pounds of muscles, genetic augments, and mechanical augments.)

Because of course generals need chirpy sidekicks!

[cutejustice]

Maya too had elected to stay onboard. She didn't have credits, and even if she had, the idea of Space Vegas wasn't that appealing to her. Now if it had been a giant space amusement park, that would have been worth leaving the ship for.

It didn't help that she was stuck in thought. So she literally walked into the blue man in the middle of the hallway.

"Ouch! I'm really sorry I didn't--" Then she looked up and noticed something. "You're... really blue."

Claudia Donovan | Warehouse 13

[snag_bag_tag]

#1: Screw that, I'm staying on board

There was no way Claudia was living the ship. Not to just get onto a beach. Wasn't going to happen. A beach equals no technology, and the ship would prove to be more useful.

While wondering around the ship, and without any weapon the only thing she could do to the zombies was to book it. Or throw something to get their attention. Zombies aren't very normal, but she has seen stranger things.

When alone Claudia is trying to hack just about anything that's possible to hack. Just to get into the locked rooms, or open up a new place to explore. She has no shame for this. If anything she should be allowed to break into a room just for getting away from the zombies.

!

[protectorrobot]

Hacking random things you could network with sometimes lead to trying to hack sapient machines. Which their response is to get angry. Which MDR-27 Did! He appeared in her face before long, pointing at her accusingly. "What are you F*Beep*ing doing?"

3!

[actualjedimaster]

Maybe one of these days the curiosity thing was going to get him derezzed-- killed more like it-- but... Flynn wasn't about to pass up the chance to actually wander around on an alien world. Technically his second, maybe, but this was a bit bigger in scope than any simulation he might have cooked up as a younger man. Except.. he was fairly sure that the glowing gleam he spotted out of the corner of his eye belonged in the Grid and not a planet a few universes over.

Flynn followed the glow, frowning when it definitely resolved into what looked to him like an identity disk, like the one between his shoulder blades only definitely blue.

Deletion. He couldn't go now without properly checking it out. Now... how to actually get close enough to try and lift the thing? He didn't have Gibson's knack for the sticky fingers.

[givemeanother]

"Thundering Typhoons! Your prices are outrageous! Cannibals!" There was loud yelling from a nearby liquor store as an old crusty sea captain raged at the store owner. It wasn't long before he was escorted out of there, 'swearing' with nothing but nearly indecipherable nonsense before long. Once out he sauntered off, clearly a little buzzed but not so much so that he didn't walk straight. Though someone as loud as him might be a good distraction.

He did nearly bump into Flynn. He did stop for a moment to get his bearings before letting out a hearty laugh. "You look familiar. Where do I know you from?" The bearded man of course was from the Outbound Flight, but he hadn't done much but steal everyone's alcohol yet.

Captain Archibald Haddock was the full name though.