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(Not currently in need of more people)

(All character types welcome, please remain in the limits of mortals)
(Characters will already know about each other in a work relationship basis unless something is planned to be revealed later or given a higher form of relationship prior to the roleplay)

It is in the far future of 3152 where space travel has been perfected and the ability to produce resources via re purposed mass has been adopted as a constant means of food, metal, and other resources. Due to the destruction of earth thanks to heavy pollution the population of earth from animals to humans now live in many space station colonies scattered around the solar system

You are apart of a reconnaissance crew for a military that you are not permitted to know about who specialize in being put on abandon or destroyed colonies in order to obtain reports of why the colony failed as well as the list of every named individual on said space station. However recently you and your team have been hearing some grim mentions from your higher ups about downsizing the program, however your supervisors brush this off to you as being "nothing of the matter".

You and your team are brought on another mission just like any other to the space colony of Solaris tasked with standard procedure of get the population list, any found recording, as well as rescuing any individuals who may have somehow survived on the colony. You and your team begin looking for these said objectives when one of your team mates looks back to the ship that both delivered you here and was expected to take you back was in the middle of leaving the docking station...

//I am sorry if this is too long and/or sucks.

Between the choice of signing on for a year of service in some sort of military operation and going to rot in a high-security facility for their crimes, Britt initially spent an hour annoying the authorities who had arrested them before realizing they had gotten themselves into a massive heap of trouble they were not going to be able to squirrel their way out of.

So, Britt begrudgingly agreed to join the agency for a year, working as an engineer on the ships and abandoned equipment on the derelict colonies their unit was transported to for other people to collect data and complain to them if something broke. For the most part, they were bored out of their mind, but it was better than being held in a prison.

Solaris wasn’t any different from their initial missions. It was another abandoned colony likely filled with people who starved to death because they couldn’t figure out how to irrigate their crops or failed to ensure their oxygen filters were working or did something stupid like light up a cigarette in a room filled with highly flammable gas – really, the citizens of Rislin had none of Britt’s sympathy for their own stupid actions.

Thus, Britt was on their knees, twisting a few screws to loosen a metal plate on a non-functioning security terminal. They were going to get the damn thing working and search through the camera logs if it killed them. They needed some brownie points to reduce their serving time so they could get back home to Scrap; they were starting to miss that bot. Plus, the higher ups rarely set up the crew with proper materials to get through security checkpoints. Britt was hoping they could get into the security system and either shut it down or download a high-security ID to get through the doors or anything that could prevent them from having to blow through doors. It was fun the first few times, sure, but after a while it just left their ears ringing.

Ember was beginning to regret his decision, the risks, rewards and choices were all percentages on a sheet of paper, Was it worth it? Probibaly not, he had been locked in a cell for longer than he could remember, beaten and tortured for what he had done. They saw his potential and gave him the sheet that layed before him, If he served them long enough he would be released, and should he preform well, a large sum of Credits would be given to him. He was suspicious, but it was an offer he couldn't refuse, The wolf wagged his tail lightly "Troublesome" Thought the wolf, his tail stopped wagging quickly

Fjord was more or less forced by his higherups to join this mission. The money involved was good compensation for traveling to the Colony but apparently his 'problematic behavior' made his a prime candidate for the captain to ship off to the military. He wasn't even going to get the jink the military was going to pay him it would be going straight to his normal crew, Fjord would be getting a fraction for the pay.

He lent on one of the metal walls of the space station the stuffy pilots uniform much different than the ones from his home city of Bedlam. His fingers fiddling with the buttons on his sleeve, looking out the thick-glassed window across the hall from him at the starscape.

((I'm about to clock out for the night so I'll leave my starter before I go))

Garner was having issues securing a job due to his 'unsettling' at best appearence and due to this Garner was looking at his future with a grim feeling as he knew without a job he would most certainly perish out on the streets. It was around the time after being told off by a factory manager that he received a email with nothing but a attached document that, when summarized, basically reads 'Work for us or have your citizenship revoked and be dragged to the disection clinic' while this nearly made Garner run for the stations escape pods and never look back, the promise of money and free housing also listed on the contract pulled him in enough to relucuntly sign his name on the document before sending it back.

It has been about 5 months since that day and Garner has settled in well with his job as a colony scout, however today marked something special, he would meet up with a new set of team members after the unfortunate end of his last team due to each of them perishing fron a unknown plague that was brought back from their last mission together, thankful Garner lived long enough to be cured and put back on duty.

Garner had decided to spend his time waiting for his new crew mates in the barracks, eagerly looking back and forth from the clock to the door at the front end of the barracks awaiting everyone elses arrival.

((Basically this will serve as a "prologue" portion of the role play which will build up to what I originally typed for the role play and then we will go from there when we get there)

Between the choice of signing on for a year of service in some sort of military operation and going to rot in a high-security facility for their crimes, Britt initially spent an hour annoying the authorities who had arrested them before realizing they had gotten themselves into a massive heap of trouble they were not going to be able to squirrel their way out of.

So, Britt begrudgingly agreed to join the agency for a year. They weren’t formally educated, weren’t allowed to touch or write up reports anything outside of their area of expertise: electronics. Put any disabled or otherwise non-functioning piece of equipment in front of Britt, and they could get the thing working within minutes. As such, they were one of the “colony scouts” that went to examine abandoned colonies for whatever data their employers asked of them. Mostly, they just fixed broken or disabled electronics, occasionally hacked into a terminal to get to some data – or quite literally hacked into the machine and tore out the hard drive to be connected to another computer at base for examination.

Over the course of the few months Britt had been serving, they’d been juggled from one crew to another, never settling down long enough to even remember anyone else’s name. Apparently, their particular set of skills were “too valuable to be constrained to just one crew” according to the documents detailing their work. Personally, Britt just thought every crew hated them and complained so much about the teen engineer that they were passed around the crews like a baton.

Whatever. Britt came here to escape a jail sentence, not to make friends. They glanced at their data pad quickly, ensuring they had the right room they were to meet their new crew in. Yup. Time to meet a whole new set of people that would come to loathe them. What fun.

Britt pushed the door open, slipping inside quickly and plopping down onto one of the bunks immediately, their long white hair fanning out on the pillow. They threw a peace sign toward Garner, indifferent to his appearance, “Solaris team, huh? Name’s Britt Harcrow, electronics specialist. Nice to meet ‘cha. Wonder how big this team’ll be.”

((Yeah it's no problem that stuff I wrote before was background info anyway))

Fjord walks down the halls of the station looking around and taking notes of the model of the station. It was a model he wasn't used to but he could make it work if he tried. His heavy boots making his footfalls louder then they should be as they echo slightly down the halls.

Fjord arrived maybe 15 minutes later standing in the doorway his ratty patch covered duffle bag. His Pilots uniform looking too pristine for his weather features and messy hair. He looks between his two crewmates as they laid in their respective cots. "Names' Fjord Bailey, and who might you berks be?" His voice reminiscent of an old southern earthen drawl, but the slang he uses betrays his heritage. Fjord adjusts the duffle bag on his shoulder walking between the two occupied cots to claim one for his own.

He's seen many weird humanoids from living in Bedlem, his eye's only lingering on Garner for a moment when he can't discern his species. Fjord drops the bag at the side of the cot before promptly sitting himself down.

Kallisti was starting to regret her policy of doing the opposite of what her dad told her to do. Ok so the the dyed hair and tattoos still rocked but colony recon lead her to meeting the most interesting of people. I did have the advantage of making her family thankful she would never have a boyfriend. There were so new faces on the team for Solaris.
She looked up as Fjord stomped into the room.
"Really? I'd never have guessed. I'm Julian from St Bernard." Said Kallisti glancing round the room pointing at random people "That's Disturbing Antony, Trevor the terrible, Colin the courgette and Susan."
She smirked at her own joke.
"So what is this latest hip resort stop we're reviewing then?"

((So are you role playing your own group or something? Because I didn't really intend to have pre-existing members to each team, not saying there's really a issue to that if you are))

Ember would walk down the hall of the station, tail wagging as he walked down the hall, he arrived to a small room with cots, the wolf would walk inside,looking for a bed to claim, He would set his bag down and would sit next to it, "New Wolf, New bed..." Thought ember, The cot wasn't exactly perfect, but it was more comfortable than sleeping in a cell at Atlas, He would look around,noticing that he was being watched "Names Ember" Said the wolf

Torri readjusted her pack as she headed toward the barracks, an excited smile gracing her lips. She'd only just been reassigned to this team and hadn't yet told her boss, but she'd be taking a long leave soon, perhaps right after this mission if they could find another medic fast enough.

She touched her stomach, already looking forward to the day she'd get to meet her baby, even though she was only a few weeks pregnant. She'd only found out herself a couple days ago and hadn't even told her husband yet. No, he'd only worry the whole time she was away on this mission. She'd tell him as soon as she returned. He'll be so happy!

Torri pushed open the barracks door. "Hi!" she greeted immediately, looking around the room at the others gathered. A few humans, a tall wolf-looking fellow, and a gangly, slimey fellow that the red-head had never quite seen the likes of before. "I'm Torri... and if I'm in the right place, I'm your new medic."

Garner welcomes everyone to the barracks before walking around and giving everyone a badge, which lists the person's name and has a different color pallet based on the person's profession (Red for investigator, Blue with white stripes for protective services, black for engineers, and white for medical services) and after doing so he keeps the red badge that he had kept for him self

"These badges will be the most important equipment you will receive during your time in the scouting program. Not only do they show your profession and name but they also double as your source of O2 when you enter a vacuum" He then goes into a long explanation of how they work when summarized they basically 'create a air bubble around you which will then form around your body before sorta hardening, which this will also double as a weak but still fairly effective shield, also the oxygen supply can last about a week before needing a refill, and for that reason never let your badge get damaged if it does the resulting amount of air being released could send flying before your lungs collapse due to the lack of oxygen'

He then draws everyones attention to a row of named lockers at the side of the room "These lockers contain the rest of your equipment, your uniforms, and whatever small valuables you gave to the higher ups back when you first joined prior to your relocation. Bunks are located at the back of the barracks food court serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner at appropriate times, and every week our manager will come and brief us on future missons and possibly new equipment. Also I wish to add that I am very happy to be working with each of you"

"You too...." The wolf said doubtfully Ember would look at his badge "Hm" he would put it in his pocket, his fur bristling lightly "This is ridiculous" Thought the wolf, His tail wagged, The wolf would pull out a handbook he was given earlier,Reading it "This is absolute hell" Mumbled the wolf, He would get up and walk over to the lockers ,He would look on the cards before finding his name "Ember Kamura" The wolf would tap at the Locking device, he would look toward the others "Nobody touch my locker or my belongings, and I will happily work with you" The wolf would slowly close the locker, it was clear that his belongings were Highly sensitive to him

Britt took their badge from Garner, thanking him before giving a good look to the thing. Black… the color still rubbed them the wrong way. Of all the colors, only the engineers were given a dark color, one that could be overlooked in the case of a collapse or other such emergency. Ah, well, Britt knew engineers weren’t exactly high-priority to get out in emergency situations. They were disposable, easily replaced. It left a sour taste in their mouth, but they couldn’t do a damned thing about it. Britt attached the badge to their shirt, wondering if the company would want it back once they were through with their service. It was a pretty piece of tech, and it had Britt’s name on it so surely they wouldn’t have a use for it afterwards… right?

They slunk over to their locker, riffling through it for a moment, examining the toolkit higher ups had deemed appropriate to give them. Their eyes lit up when they saw their previously confiscated combustion rifle resting against the back of the locker, and they grabbed it, pressing a kiss to the side of the barrel. Oh, how they had missed her! For now, they left the rifle in the locker, but they did grab the “communicator” that had been taken from them along with the firearm. Never hurt to keep a wireless electronic signal modifier on hand. With that, they shut the locker and ensured the lock had engaged.

They bit their tongue to keep from calling Ember a drama king, already fed up with his macho alpha bullshit despite having met him barely five minutes ago. (Britt was notorious for their low tolerance among other people, though.) They glanced around the room, taking a mental note of everyone else’s position on the crew, bearing in mind that the redhead – Torri, she said, right? – was the medic. “Great to hear that, Garner, nice to be working with you, too.” Then, as they walked toward the bunk they’d claimed set on relaxing for a moment, they spoke over their shoulder, “Anyone need any equipment looked at or fiddled with and don’t want to risk electrocution themselves, you know where to find me.”

Kallisti took her red badge. They had tried give her a black one before she had given them a file or all the web searches they thought they had deleted. She checked her gear was all there and had not manage to crack it yet.
"Garner any chance of a beach side colony?"
She sat on a bed away from wolf and hooked herself up as she went digging for details on her knew team mates.

"Section C, sub-section I, paragraph 4 of our contract states that we are not permitted to know about, provide opinion, or attempt to change the colony we are expected to explore next. The only person that has that info is the manager of our squad, and the last time someone tried to ask him about it...well.....it's just best to hold anything you want to say until mission brief Madam Kallisti" He states while grabbing his gear out of his locker and putting it into his backpack

As if on cue, ember would get up,putting his gear in his backpack and leaning on the wall, the wolf would slowly wag his tail "I've read the handbook over a million times" Thought the wolf, he would perk his ears up,showing that he was listening to Garner "How long is this gonna be..." thought the wolf, he was anxious to get it over with, get his money, get cleared, and leave.

"Section F Sub-section S, paragraph 8, work time, payment, and dismissal time will be disclosed when deemed necessary by the board of representitves, maximum work time will be between 2 to 6 years" He states in a surprisingly calm tone

"Thanks," Torri took the offered white badge, trying to figure out exactly how Garner was speaking as he did not appear to actually have a mouth. He was fascinating from an anatomy point of view. As he spouted off the handbook, she also began wondering if he had an eidetic memory. Perhaps he was some kind of android?

She tucked her badge safely into her breast pocket then located her locker. There was a well stocked medical kit there and she pulled it out to review its contents, but it seemed a standard issue. There was also a geiger counter, a bioscanner, and a semi-automatic pistol.

Torri looked around at the others, most seemed a bit aloof and downright standoffish. But she wasn't about to let that deter her. "You all been on these kinds of missions before? This'll only be my second. The first turned out to only be a nasty computer virus that wiped out nearly all the colony's communications. So other than some missed shipments, everyone was fine."


The easily found info: Born on Kepler-186f as Torrian Val Prenski. Her father was part of the military. She majored in Biology, then joined the army where she was trained as a medic. She was married 3 years ago to Zachary Nichols. Seems to have a lot of social media posts about dogs, cats, birds, and other various "cuddly" critters.

Britt held back a snicker, listening to Garner answer Ember and Kallisti’s questions by referring the wolf and hacker to the contract. They were tempted to make a snide comment about it, but they knew there would likely be Section J, sub-section T, paragraph 2: Employees are not permitted to willingly engage in behavior that could result in detrimental effects on interpersonal relationships. Or something like that.

Britt hadn’t read the contract either, but they figured if they (mostly) kept their mouth shut and did what they were told, they’d live out this employment and get to return home to Scrap. They were starting to miss that robot.

Torri speaking about her last mission was probably somehow also against the contract, but Britt couldn't care less. Finally, someone other than Garner that was willing to speak without just complaining. "Computer virus, huh? Gotta love technology sometimes."

Plugging into the network, Kallisti would be able to find... something about Britt. Since they were born on a trash planet where it was horribly difficult to enforce bureaucracy among the thousands of slums, they had no official birth certificate, no proper identification number. They were here in exchange for charges of theft being dropped, their left limbs were prostheses covered in a synthetic skin coating. Oh, and there was a fun story included about their "recruitment" that included them biting an officer.