It is 4298 DA, Dispersionis Aevitas; of the Diasporan Age, and Humanity has spread itself to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. Long ago the Children of Terra had united their world and spread themselves throughout their home system, eventually discovering Jump Drive technology. The Terran Empire setted hundreds, perhaps thousands, of worlds, Humanity entered a golden age of technological advancement, peace and prosperity... and then the Empire vanished.
History no longer records what transpired that caused the Fall of Terra, only that the Empire collapsed into utter chaos; many worlds were destroyed or forgotten and countless billions died or fled into the vastness of space. Even now, millennia after the Fall of Terra, Humanity lies divided and forever changed. The Human Diaspora lacks any semblance of unity; a thousand thousand nations and hundreds of subspecies now claim descent from Lost Terra... but there are many myths and legends surrounding the lost birthwold of Humanity. It is said vast riches and ancient lost technologies are hidden there, that he who finds the Homeworld will have his name written in the stars... and that whoever finds Mother Gaia, Great Terra, Forgotten-Earth, shall unite the Diaspora again and return Humanity to the lost golden age of the Terran Empire...
Wren snorted, shaking her head as her latest employer's endless presentation on the history of Humanity for the past four millennia dragged on. Every child knew the myth of Terra and the supposed golden age of her Empire. Who cared about some long-ago rock that might or might not have been the cradle of her species? She was four thousand years and hundreds, if no thousands, of light-years removed from the dirt ball. She doubted if this 'Earth' place even ever existed!
Still, these sorts of expeditions tended to turn up a few interesting things before they fizzled out and the sponsors got sick of losing money. Plus, they usually ended up far from the main volume of colonised space and she wasn't likely to run in to any Navy craft... of course that meant pirates, bounty-hunters and aggressive new-to-the-stars aliens civilisations were more common too. Still, she always did like a good fight, and if this pompous professor got himself into trouble on his search for his myths then at least she'd get some target practice.
Wren quietly left the auditorium of the large Kalumbaas class Exploratory Vessel; if she stayed any longer listening to that man drone on she'd put a bullet through his head! So, she went to the hangar bay of the ship, where her pride-and-joy, the heavily modified Arrow class starfighter she'd dubbed Valkyrie was berthed. She'd run a few diagnostics on her systems, see if she could fix that stabiliser coil that had come loose and generally idle away the hours until they finally got under way.
Hopefully, once the old windbag had shut up she could meet a few of the other people that had signed on to this expedition. She hoped that the professor had been smart enough to hire properly trained, experienced mercenaries for this job; she hated flying with amateurs and she really didn't want to get roped into helping out with the landing parties...
(So, your characters can either be people who are hired on as engineers/mercenaries/experts/whatever on the expedition, other people out looking for Terra on their own or anything else you like.)
History no longer records what transpired that caused the Fall of Terra, only that the Empire collapsed into utter chaos; many worlds were destroyed or forgotten and countless billions died or fled into the vastness of space. Even now, millennia after the Fall of Terra, Humanity lies divided and forever changed. The Human Diaspora lacks any semblance of unity; a thousand thousand nations and hundreds of subspecies now claim descent from Lost Terra... but there are many myths and legends surrounding the lost birthwold of Humanity. It is said vast riches and ancient lost technologies are hidden there, that he who finds the Homeworld will have his name written in the stars... and that whoever finds Mother Gaia, Great Terra, Forgotten-Earth, shall unite the Diaspora again and return Humanity to the lost golden age of the Terran Empire...
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Wren snorted, shaking her head as her latest employer's endless presentation on the history of Humanity for the past four millennia dragged on. Every child knew the myth of Terra and the supposed golden age of her Empire. Who cared about some long-ago rock that might or might not have been the cradle of her species? She was four thousand years and hundreds, if no thousands, of light-years removed from the dirt ball. She doubted if this 'Earth' place even ever existed!
Still, these sorts of expeditions tended to turn up a few interesting things before they fizzled out and the sponsors got sick of losing money. Plus, they usually ended up far from the main volume of colonised space and she wasn't likely to run in to any Navy craft... of course that meant pirates, bounty-hunters and aggressive new-to-the-stars aliens civilisations were more common too. Still, she always did like a good fight, and if this pompous professor got himself into trouble on his search for his myths then at least she'd get some target practice.
Wren quietly left the auditorium of the large Kalumbaas class Exploratory Vessel; if she stayed any longer listening to that man drone on she'd put a bullet through his head! So, she went to the hangar bay of the ship, where her pride-and-joy, the heavily modified Arrow class starfighter she'd dubbed Valkyrie was berthed. She'd run a few diagnostics on her systems, see if she could fix that stabiliser coil that had come loose and generally idle away the hours until they finally got under way.
Hopefully, once the old windbag had shut up she could meet a few of the other people that had signed on to this expedition. She hoped that the professor had been smart enough to hire properly trained, experienced mercenaries for this job; she hated flying with amateurs and she really didn't want to get roped into helping out with the landing parties...
(So, your characters can either be people who are hired on as engineers/mercenaries/experts/whatever on the expedition, other people out looking for Terra on their own or anything else you like.)
Celtic sat in the hanger bay on top of a few crates. she was dressed and a black flight sute and her long white hair was down around her waist as normal.. Her purple eyes where locked on the three tiny mettle balls she had floating just a few inches from her right hand. Celtic was a quiet person at times and liked to be alone when she could.
[Feel free to tell me if you want anything changed!]
Awiti slowly wandered her through the hangar bay, glancing around only with her eyes, her face firmly facing forward. As was tradition for her, she liked to inspect and know the layout of places she would be staying in for a while. Barring the quiet sound of her tail against the ground that constantly accompanied her, her walking stick clicking against the ground was the only thing alerting anyone to her presence in the area.
Suddenly reaching out with her stave, she would move it across her path with a smooth sweeping motion, then grab at it with both of her hands and press it diagonally across her chest, flicking her tongue out. After a few seconds passed, she would tilt her head ever so slightly and flick her tongue again, letting out a low dissatisfied rumble as she looked around.
She closed her eyes and grabbed at her robe afterward, adjusting the shoulder to a more comfortable position over her spikes. Brushing her hand over it a few times to make sure it would stay, she continued along, but this time started speaking to herself in her native language about who knows what.
Awiti slowly wandered her through the hangar bay, glancing around only with her eyes, her face firmly facing forward. As was tradition for her, she liked to inspect and know the layout of places she would be staying in for a while. Barring the quiet sound of her tail against the ground that constantly accompanied her, her walking stick clicking against the ground was the only thing alerting anyone to her presence in the area.
Suddenly reaching out with her stave, she would move it across her path with a smooth sweeping motion, then grab at it with both of her hands and press it diagonally across her chest, flicking her tongue out. After a few seconds passed, she would tilt her head ever so slightly and flick her tongue again, letting out a low dissatisfied rumble as she looked around.
She closed her eyes and grabbed at her robe afterward, adjusting the shoulder to a more comfortable position over her spikes. Brushing her hand over it a few times to make sure it would stay, she continued along, but this time started speaking to herself in her native language about who knows what.
Wren hoped out of the cockpit of her fighter, having run the diagnostics program for the hundreth time and gleaning no new information on the fault in the fighter's stabiliser coil. She sighed and shook her head, glaring at the small, sleek ship, "What am I going to do with you, old girl?" She went over to a small panel underneath the cockpit and pressed her hand to it, the compartment opened and she took out a few tools and a spare coil, sealing the compartment again she rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and set to work removing a long panel from one of her ship's wings so she could swap the faulty coil for a new one.
Sure, the expedition had plenty of experienced engineers and mechanics for repairing sips, and the coil replacement was a routine job that any number of them could do, but Wren had spent years alone, repairing, upgrading and maintaining her ship and she wasn't about to let some random grease-monkey touch her 'baby'.
After removing the panel and squeezing herself under the wing, she muttered a curse as she noticed that the faulty coil had become fused to to the rest of the guidance system in the wing that helped the on-board computer compensate for her more enthusiastic manoeuvres... and it was just her luck that she didn't have any tools precise enough to cut the coil out of the guidance system without accidentally damaging the rest of the fragile equipment.
Then, she spotted the symbol on one of the crates some girl was sitting on as she juggled a few metal balls in her hand, "Hey! You on the crates! Mind passing me a fusion torch from out of that crate you're sitting on? X-600 series if they got it."
Occupied as she was with her little craft, she didn't notice the cloaked reptilian creature enter the hangar bay, not that she'd bat an eyelash at such a sight. Wren had seen a fair number of odd things and odder creatures in her time as a mercenary.
Sure, the expedition had plenty of experienced engineers and mechanics for repairing sips, and the coil replacement was a routine job that any number of them could do, but Wren had spent years alone, repairing, upgrading and maintaining her ship and she wasn't about to let some random grease-monkey touch her 'baby'.
After removing the panel and squeezing herself under the wing, she muttered a curse as she noticed that the faulty coil had become fused to to the rest of the guidance system in the wing that helped the on-board computer compensate for her more enthusiastic manoeuvres... and it was just her luck that she didn't have any tools precise enough to cut the coil out of the guidance system without accidentally damaging the rest of the fragile equipment.
Then, she spotted the symbol on one of the crates some girl was sitting on as she juggled a few metal balls in her hand, "Hey! You on the crates! Mind passing me a fusion torch from out of that crate you're sitting on? X-600 series if they got it."
Occupied as she was with her little craft, she didn't notice the cloaked reptilian creature enter the hangar bay, not that she'd bat an eyelash at such a sight. Wren had seen a fair number of odd things and odder creatures in her time as a mercenary.
Celtic grabbed what she had been asked for a useing her telakaneses had the thing flot over to the girl, The white hair girl was to lazy at the moment to get up.
Wren snatched the torch from out of the air, "Thanks." She called, before turning back to her ship and putting on a mask to protect her face from the torch. She squeezed back under the wing, eyed the coil for a moment and then activated the fusion torch in her hand. The device flared to life in her hand and it vibrated as the electro-magnetic coils within the handle activated, forming a magnetic containment field around the plasma torch projecting out of the business end, the plasma burning as hot at the surface of a star. Wren adjusted the controls on the handle and the plasma jet thinned and lengthened, and then she set to work slowly cutting the broken coil free.
After a few minutes of this, along with a few muffled grunts and curses when she made a small error, the coil came free and clattered to the floor. With a grunt of satisfaction, Wren switched the plasma torch off and set to work installing the new stabiliser coil. Once the device was fitted she bolted the wing panel back in place and took the mask off of her head, wiping her brow, accidentally smearing some grease or coolant fluid on her forehead.
She walked over to the girl on the crates and smiled, "Thanks for the torch." She set the tool down next to her, "You another one of the hirelings the professor took on for this expedition? My name's Wren by the way, I'm a pilot on the security detail." Then she pointed her thumb over her shoulder at her fighter, "And that's Valkyrie, a modified Arrow type Interceptor. Emphasis on the modified."
After a few minutes of this, along with a few muffled grunts and curses when she made a small error, the coil came free and clattered to the floor. With a grunt of satisfaction, Wren switched the plasma torch off and set to work installing the new stabiliser coil. Once the device was fitted she bolted the wing panel back in place and took the mask off of her head, wiping her brow, accidentally smearing some grease or coolant fluid on her forehead.
She walked over to the girl on the crates and smiled, "Thanks for the torch." She set the tool down next to her, "You another one of the hirelings the professor took on for this expedition? My name's Wren by the way, I'm a pilot on the security detail." Then she pointed her thumb over her shoulder at her fighter, "And that's Valkyrie, a modified Arrow type Interceptor. Emphasis on the modified."
Awiti paused yet again when the pilot started speaking, gripping onto her stave with both hands, her tail sliding to the side a few inches for balance.
Her pupils contracted as she watched the human, but she staggered a few steps to the side when the torch flared up unexpectedly. Her pupils widened as her throat puffed slightly, letting out a low hiss. Focusing her eyes again, she stood watch as the human went to work on her ship, standing quietly and still as a statue.
Minutes passed with no action from the lizard, but when she stepped out and started conversing, Awiti reached up to lower her hood, leaning her stick over her shoulder as she watched on.
Her pupils contracted as she watched the human, but she staggered a few steps to the side when the torch flared up unexpectedly. Her pupils widened as her throat puffed slightly, letting out a low hiss. Focusing her eyes again, she stood watch as the human went to work on her ship, standing quietly and still as a statue.
Minutes passed with no action from the lizard, but when she stepped out and started conversing, Awiti reached up to lower her hood, leaning her stick over her shoulder as she watched on.
" names Celtic.. Celtic Amilia Corcoran" she said bowing her head " very nice to meet you" the white hair girl said with a friendly smile.
Wren nodded, "Celtic Amelia Cocoran... got it." She then smiled and nodded towards the metal balls she'd been playing with, "I see you're a telekinetic, are you part of the security detail, or on the research team?" She looked curious, "And, if you don't mind me asking, can you do anything else besides telekinesis? I'm really interested in human subspecies, but since I've been unlucky enough to be born in a Human-basic genetic line, and I'm certainly not rich enough to get any genetic or cybernetic augments, all I can do is fly and shoot." She shrugged, "Luckily I'm pretty good at flying and shooting, so I get by." It was at then that she noticed Awiti watching them. Wren nodded towards the cloaked reptile, "Friend of yours?"
Celtic got up and with one massive jump and a back flip she landed on the very top of the tall crates " you tell me.. and no never seen that person before in my life" she said leaping back down and landed with grace on her feet.
[Sorry! Real life ate my internet. 
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Awiti flicked her tongue once again and turned her head sideways. When referenced to, she drew back and quickly pulled up her hood. Not like it wasn't obvious she was there or anything, but the fact they finally pointed it out just unnerved her antisocial habits.
"I can assure, I know no one here," she spoke out in a raspy voice.
"Especially not... her." Both of her hands gripped the stave as she leaned away from them, eyeing them up and down cautiously.
]Awiti flicked her tongue once again and turned her head sideways. When referenced to, she drew back and quickly pulled up her hood. Not like it wasn't obvious she was there or anything, but the fact they finally pointed it out just unnerved her antisocial habits.
"I can assure, I know no one here," she spoke out in a raspy voice.
"Especially not... her." Both of her hands gripped the stave as she leaned away from them, eyeing them up and down cautiously.
Wren smiled wryly to the reptile, "Well you're in good company; I don't know anyone on this expedition either." She shook her head with an annoyed noise, "Hell, I don't even know who the other pilots are, never mind if they can actually fly properly." She smirked, "If they've stuck me in a squadron with a bunch of amateurs then I'm hitting the roof. I don't fly with people who're more likely to get vaped than fly straight. I have standards." Wren glanced towards one of the doors that led deeper into the ship, "I hope that blow-hard academic has finished his lecture by now, the sooner this expedition leaves the system the better. At least I got that stabiliser coil replaced, that damn thing's been malfunctioning for weeks now."
Celtic walked over to Wren " Well i can fly some.. but i'm honestly afraid of flying" she said With a laugh. how deep people eyes where sinning brightly
Wren smiled slightly, "Well, I hope you're not part of my flight wing then, no offence but if you're scared of flying then you'll be next to useless in a dogfight." She smoothed back her hair and glanced over to the sleek form of her starfighter, "Me, I love flying. In atmo or in vacuum, there's nothing like it. It's a rush, there's just nothing like it." She grinned, "My Valkyrie's like a big cat; treat her right and she purrs, but get in her way and... well... her roar is almost as terrible as her bite."
((Sorry for the extremely late reply; university work's been really intense, but I've only got a few weeks of it left.))
((Sorry for the extremely late reply; university work's been really intense, but I've only got a few weeks of it left.))
(its fine)
Celtic laughed " oh im sure" she said " but yeah.. i had a bad expirence flying when i was little and ever since then i dont like it" she said
Celtic laughed " oh im sure" she said " but yeah.. i had a bad expirence flying when i was little and ever since then i dont like it" she said
(I think it's about time we got the actual story to this RP under way, don't you think?)
Wren nodded, "I guess that'd do it, I suppose it won't be a problem s long as you stay away from the starfighters." At that moment, the background hum of the large exploration ship's engines grew louder and the floor vibrated under their feet, Wren grinned, "Finally! We're under way at last! The wind-bag must have finally shut up and let the captain break orbit."
"All hands, this is the bridge. We are under way and en-route to the Alpha Jump-Point. ETA is one hour, all non-essential personnel are to report to their stations in preparation for hyperspace entry."
Wren shot a lingering glance at her fighter, before shaking her head, "Guess that's my cue to head to the pilot's quarters. I guess I'll see you both around the ship?"
The large exploration cruiser, as well as its small attendant fleet of other ships, mostly supply ships and scientific vessels, were accelerating towards a Lagrange Point between the planet and one of is moons, once there they'd be able to enter hyperspace and begin their long journey beyond the charted systems of the Human Diaspora in search of Earth.
(Now that we've got the ship under way, I'm thinking that their first stop might be to an abandoned space station from the imperial period, and that their search of the station either turns up clue to Earth's location, or they activated some defence systems, or get attacked by pirates or something?)
Wren nodded, "I guess that'd do it, I suppose it won't be a problem s long as you stay away from the starfighters." At that moment, the background hum of the large exploration ship's engines grew louder and the floor vibrated under their feet, Wren grinned, "Finally! We're under way at last! The wind-bag must have finally shut up and let the captain break orbit."
"All hands, this is the bridge. We are under way and en-route to the Alpha Jump-Point. ETA is one hour, all non-essential personnel are to report to their stations in preparation for hyperspace entry."
Wren shot a lingering glance at her fighter, before shaking her head, "Guess that's my cue to head to the pilot's quarters. I guess I'll see you both around the ship?"
The large exploration cruiser, as well as its small attendant fleet of other ships, mostly supply ships and scientific vessels, were accelerating towards a Lagrange Point between the planet and one of is moons, once there they'd be able to enter hyperspace and begin their long journey beyond the charted systems of the Human Diaspora in search of Earth.
(Now that we've got the ship under way, I'm thinking that their first stop might be to an abandoned space station from the imperial period, and that their search of the station either turns up clue to Earth's location, or they activated some defence systems, or get attacked by pirates or something?)
Celtic waved good bye and headed off to her room to relax and just read a book. once she got to her room the white hair girl lay down on her bed and pulled out a book to read from the bag by her bag.
(( sorry i not posted been sick ))
(( sorry i not posted been sick ))
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