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47,002	1,274	12	673	764	The Bees second Vanessa’s fridge comment as some had already had a look inside and had ended up moved it to the medbay assuming it was simply in the wrong place. They apologies for the inconvenience on that bit "Now that we are all here, I am, as you're probably aware unless I have only communicated with you viea a messaging system for the recruitment process, your Captain: Draksal the Devourer!” The bees collectively roll their eyes at this last part. The Bees explain that the voice is The Mind, they are The Bees and that they are very excited to go on adventures with you all The rest of the group apart from... Tik-Tik, (the mind could probably pronounce her name, having no vocal cords to get in a twist as a result of being a disembodied voice, but her nickname was certainly faster to say/think) had ordered the waiter dispensed a fresh copy of the Space Friends Newsletter. "Oh good, a copy that hasn’t been used by a napkin by someone. Get rid of that one someone left here and wake up Elarin, there is business to be discussed before food arrives ” The old issue was quickly scrunched up and tossed at Elarin to try and get him to join in the discussion that was to follow as the two captain bees packed away the chess set and hovered above the newsletter to view the possible tasks. The words shrink ray immediately attracted their attention, such a device would be very useful to… acquire and the Bees did have a small number of individuals who had rigorously read detective novels that had seen very little use. The Bees were particularly fond of parties much to the chagrin of The Mind, though free cloths sounded nice so that one was also on the swarm’s table. "As captain I would be interested in hearing your opinions before we decide. It will be useful to get some knowledge as to how you think your skills would apply to that task, vague as their descriptions are”	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,003	1,274	13	2,546	1,210	Guten Tag, comrades. My name is Vanessa Kiyvana, though some of you already know that one. I run on a special diet, which... announced the pretty girl. Fiddlesticks couldn't pay further attention to Vanessa's announcement for he was lost in her eyes. Her voice was as clear and as melodious as crystal rains of Symana. Her eyes sparkled like the stars themeselves. Suffice it to say, Fiddlesticks was a sucker for a pretty face. "Alright Fiddlesticks old boy. It's game time. Be smooth." Fiddlesticks told himself under his breath. He was painfully shy around pretty girls. The prettier the girl, the more intense his shyness. Vanessa's beauty certainly wasn't helping him with that. "V-v-Vanessa, if you're done with the newsletter could I have a look?" asked Fiddlesticks. "Cool gun by the way" he commented. His voice broke on the word cool. Fiddlesticks heart was racing. He blushed noticeably.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,004	1,274	14	2,592	356	Vanessa gave a brief wave of her hand towards the bees and said. "It's no trouble. I moved it back earlier today." It had been moderately confusing as to why her fridge had been moved, but Vanessa was used to such a thing and had promptly checked the medbay for it's location. It was a good thing she did since the blood wasn't transfusion quality. Attempting to use it in such a way would quite likely kill the recipient, since most of it wasn't filtered and purified to the quality of transfusion blood. Vanessa could, in theory, drink the blood and barf it back up, since her body was able to naturally filter and purify blood. Though Vanessa obviously knew that such blood, despite being clean, wouldn't be very comfortable to use. Since Draksai had asked for opinions, Vanessa spoke up about her logical findings. "Personally, I would avoid the first and third missions upon the list. The first one likely involves combat between military grade and capital ships which our ship is, quite obviously, not cut out to handle. The third mission is what appears to be someone abusing the system to advertise themselves as help-givers rather than an actual mission. The rest I have no comment on." Vanessa knew that trying the first mission with their ship in it's current state would be quite the hassle, as Vanessa didn't know how well the armor or shielding would hold up under military grade weapons fire. For that matter, was the ship even armed? Truly, the first mission seemed like a logical impossibility, and Vanessa hoped that the more action oriented members of the crew didn't attempt to sway everyone into undertaking such a mission. It would be rather foolish and likely result in most of their deaths when the ship went up in a fireball after a brief volley of weapons fire. The other missions seemed much more practical in comparison, since they didn't involve capital ships or military grade equipment. There was the possibility of them looting a disabled ship should they take the first mission, but the cost of adequately repairing something of that quality and size with matching quality components was going to likely break the bank of everyone sitting at the table. Thus, Vanessa had made her statement against the first mission. The third mission seemed to be rather out of place since the group sitting here was together to give aid, not receive it. They were a crew, not a support group. That left several other missions of various types upon the paper before them, and Vanessa didn't really have too much of a preference to be made about any of them. Vanessa could assist with all of them in some way, and thus was rather neutral in opinion about them. Vanessa's ear twitched slightly as she heard the music stop and change to another track. Much the same to the previous one in terms of instrument composition, but the note composition was different and the song thus sounded different from the previous one. It too soon faded into the background hum of noise since Vanessa turned her attention away from it, but it was nice to know that the radio system still worked properly and wouldn't be playing the same repeating tune time and time again for the duration of their stay at the eatery. Weaving her hands together once again, Vanessa took a moment to shift her legs and switch the way she crossed them. Vanessa shifted her rifle as well, moving it to the other arm and resting the butt of the gun upon her other foot, which now sat flatly upon the ground. The rifle was nestled within the crook of her arm just as before, sitting comfortably like a date who had been informed that they were not upon the menu back upon Vanessa's homeworld. It was a rare treat, to be invited to the feasts there. Vanessa had personally never brought anyone with her, though she had seen plenty of others and thus knew what the feeling was like. The relieved look upon the faces of the men and women as they walked in with their partners. Lovely times, though Vanessa didn't feel homesick upon thinking about them. That was probably a good thing, since returning home after just making friends was probably not the best thing. With little more to say or think, Vanessa waited for others to voice themselves. Though it was now that she heard Fiddlesticks speak up in her direction. He had complemented her rifle and was asking to see the newsletter. Though this was a rather interesting request since Vanessa hadn't touched the newsletter. Her eyesight was more than powerful enough to read it where it lay upon the table, and as such Fiddlesticks was free to take it at his own pace since Vanessa hadn't moved it. The commander bees were currently reading it, however, and it would likely be best to ask them. Vannessa gave him another closed lipped smile and said. "Thank you. The design is an old one, though I had it rebuilt using modern materials. I have more weapons at home, though this one is my personal favorite, so I brought it with me." Uncurling her hands from one another, Vanessa gave her free wrist a flick and set a .303 England round upon the table before saying. "It fires these. Not as fancy as some of the other weapons of today, but quite reliable in function and performance. There have been few times where I've needed anything else to ensure my viability in combat." Picking up the round again, Vanessa gave her wrist another flick to return the round to where it had previously been. Though this location was a mystery to everyone else at the table, Vanessa kept the rounds hidden within her suit, since carrying around exposed ammunition was rather unsightly. Vanessa knew that Fiddlesticks had taken a liking to her, though she also knew that she was rather incompatible with him as a mate due to her status as a vampire, and thus had politely chosen not to reciprocate the feelings that he felt since she knew that it would only lead to disappointment. Vanessa would live as long as she wanted to, Fiddlesticks likely didn't have that option. Thus, to spare him the misery of not growing old with someone, Vanessa remained aloof in terms of romantic feelings.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,005	1,274	15	2,546	1,210	Vanessa gave Fiddlesticks a look of confusion. Perhaps it was because he asked her for something she didn't possess. Vanessa did eye the newsletter with great interest from a distance so he naturally assumed she would be the next one to have it. In truth, Fiddlesticks didn't care about the newsletter. He just wanted an excuse to talk to Vanessa. "Thank you. The design is an old one, though I had it rebuilt using modern materials. I have more weapons at home, though this one is my personal favorite, so I brought it with me." she replied. Her tone was polite yet business like. "Oh, that's really cool." replied Fiddlesticks sheepishly. Fiddlesticks may be clueless at times but a fool he was not. He could tell, with a high percentage of probability, that she wasn't into him. This realisation would've crushed Fiddlesticks if it weren't for the fact that he was used to disappointment. The only thought that consoled him was that he was with what seemed like a pretty cool space crew and that Vanessa herself seemed very professional. A professional like her would never let things get awkward. The prospect that soon he'll get to sink his teeth into some honey braised ribs and sweet potato fries also kept his spirits up. Hey, it's a big galaxy and there's plenty of fish in it, literally and figuratively. Vanessa and the swarm of bees each gave their spiel about what missions to take from the supposed list. Apparently the swarm of bees was the captain. Fiddlesticks was skeptical of this seemingly peculiar arrangement. He decided to test this captain, or captains, a little. "Excuse me sir, or sirs. Are you or you all the captain or captains of our crew?" Fiddlesticks asked the swarm of bees. "If that's the case, then I assume you know what to do in an emergency? Let's say that we're boarded by space pirates, what do we do?" challenged Fiddlesticks.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,006	1,274	16	622	669	Elarin's eyes opened exhaustedly after the ball of sauce-covered paper bounced off his snout. With a hiss of air as the spines on his head and neck were removed from the holes they made in the upholstery as his head shifted forward. Elarin noted that Vanessa was talking about the various missions listed on the want ad, including one that was actually someone offering help, and a massive space battle. Elarin scratched his snout a bit with his first two claws on his left hand, and glanced down at the list. He read through the list, making careful note of the less violent cries for help, then took to listening in on the conversation. Elarin had a good internal laugh at Fiddlesticks trying to hit on Vanessa, which was audible as a small hiss to any that cared to listen. When Fiddlesticks began to question Will(or rather THE Will, but Elarin had taken to calling it Will)'s authority as Captain, he spoke up. "Let me stop ya right there, kid. Will and I are two of the longest-serving members of this ship's crew. We've been through more together than I care to remember right now, so believe me when I say that Will is probably THE most qualified person here to captain the ship." With that, he pulled a sucker from inside his sweatshirt pocket, unwrapped the paper, and popped it in his mouth. "Now, about these missions. The Quest for Flavor certainly ain't designed for combat, even with all those modifications that Mr. Icey, or whatever his name was, added, so that mission's out. Now, I can get us to the planets listed in the other ones no problem, but as far as which mission I'd rather help on, I'd like to hit up this 'Zane' guy. He sounds like a pretty cool frood, someone who knows where his towel is, all that jazz. So I say we help him out, but that's just my vote. I'll listen to whatever anyone else has to say."	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,007	1,274	17	175	3,684	So Toony had been one of the first at the meeting, the bearded fellow and the giant spider lady eventually making their way at the table. While the dwarf made his order and asked how everyone was doing, the spider lady replied to Toony's question about who and what everyone was. Well, who she was anyway, the what she did Toony guessed by her demeanor as some matriarch or mother figure. Though the name was... interesting. Sure Toony could easily just replicate the sounds she made, but the more common language name of Tik Tik was both less exhaustive to say and faster, so Toony decided to just call her that. Not like Toony could think of a better nickname, well, one that rolled off the metaphorical tongue so to speak. Hearing the old timely mechanical whirls of the waiter bot as it accepted everyone's order kind of got to Toony more than it did anyone else. "I am glad I'm not that guy." Toony said when the waiter was out of earshot. "I know I'm a robot and all, but I find the processing of the old models really off putting." Now while the ship's captain and Vanessa were looking over the missions in the day's paper, Toony noticed Fiddlesticks acting weird. He had his eye on Vanessa ever since his little joke, and Toony figured he tried to flirt with Vanessa when making strange or incorrect idle chatter. Vanessa being fairly dismissive of Fiddlesticks, although the change in her posture was a bit confusing on Toony's end. Toony figured it must've been some culture thing on Vinessa's end or something. What was interesting though was the discussion over the missions in the paper. From the sounds of things, the crew was going to take the second mission offering, as the first many of them weren't equipped for, Vinessa having only a low tech gun and the others not having many weapons of note. Plus they probably had a pulse generator to deal with robots. "I agree with Vanessa. I'm much more suited to combat then the rest of you, and even I don't like that one. I'm fine with any other mission though. I just want a nice adventure!" Toony said with a happy look on her face. Elarin looked a bit bothered at Fiddlestick's question about the captain. (Toony was also happy to have a better name to call the captain other than captain, The Mind, or the Bees. Will had a great ring to it) waiting for him to finish his ideas about the mission, Toony chimed in. "And I'm your answer to pirates there Fiddlesticks. Why else did you think you have a nice lady like me?" She said giving him an ominous wink.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,008	1,274	18	673	764	25 pairs of eyes stare at those who had spoken slightly confused, they had commented on what The Mind had assumed to be a news item and the description of the Help wanted section as if they were options. They were considering whether said fact should be brought up or whether The Mind had read the letter entirely wrong in the first place when the rather portly and excitable engineer piped up "Excuse me sir, or sirs. Are you or you all the captain or captains of our crew?" Fiddlesticks asked "If that's the case, then I assume you know what to do in an emergency? Let's say that we're boarded by space pirates, what do we do?" The bees having been reading at the time only heard the ‘we're boarded by space pirates, what do we do?’ part and rapidly buzzed into action. The Mind, decided that going with his charges gut reaction would be better than trying to shout them down vanished for a few moments, the purple glow blinking on and off once. Within a second there were 25 laser pistols and tiny knife weapons that looked like a cross between a sword and a syringe were drawn from various jackets and the drinks can sized humanoids prepared for the worst. . At this point the ever reliable Elarin chimed in with a more reasonable response but by that point the order had gone out. ”Thank you for your vote of confidence Elarin but allow me to demonstrate the appropriate response” 20 seconds after the question was asked the doors opened and 35 bees wearing military helmets, flak armor and armed with pen sized laser rifles barreled in, shouting the most terrifying war cry their little lungs and high pitched voices could muster forming a protective ring around the booth. They are followed about 10 more seconds later by 40 more in a ridiculous rope setup carrying the ship’s minigun. This is promptly plonked on the middle of the table and then maned by the carriers into a sort of turret configuration. The entire congregation then proceeded to stand ready to repel borders for about 10 more seconds before becoming confused at the lack of pirates. where is the pirate invasion they asked anyone who would listen, last time they were attacked there were men with candy filled beards and sail ships in space, and the time before that weird beaked robots, this lot look more like your regular Henderson's Ribs patronage. Unless they are ninga pirates some began to suggest, and are currently sneaking about waiting to ambush us Before the Bees could become either bored and wander off or scare themselves with tales of robot zombie ninja pirates from the sun or something the mind spoke once more, considerably louder and more imposing with the 100 armed bees in the area ”And that is how we respond to pirates on my ship! Good job troops, back to the transport operation with you, extra ribs tonight for everyone. No not you lot get back there you're going to be eating soon anyway” The 75 all filed out again taking the minigun with them, the original 25 bees went back to their seat after a bit of confusion. ”Now where were we? ah yes the potential missions, so far we have one suggestion and that is the party. Oh and yes, Toony is here for when we need some more concentrated force. She is the tip of the spear, so to speak.”	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,009	1,274	19	175	3,684	Toony couldn't help but laugh at Will's little demonstration, clapping excitedly. There was just something... nonsensical but perfectly logical about the whole thing and she figured that the pirates figured the same thing before they were repelled. Just envisioning the scene of a bunch of bees swarming pirates with all those weapons all yelling different obscenities... "Hehehe. Those poor pirates. I've got my ways of dealing with them, but your way just sounds so much more fun!" It took Toony a bit to settle down. Will was certainly an entertaining kind of hive mind, the last one Toony having dealt with being the standard 'Assimilate or die' kind. Really the serious types irked her the wrong way and the whole situation helped her relax a bit. It seemed that formalities weren't a big thing with this group so far. And as long as you were nice and understood that Will and Elarin' were the commanders, you were given quite a bit of freedom. "I'm going to go try that 'free' icecream. Meat flavor doesn't sound very appetizing, But who knows, I might be surprised." With that, Toony got up and got herself a good chunk of the icecream from the machine. Placing the palm of her hand on the nozzle, her arm turning into some kind of hose, she pulled the lever, 'absorbing' all the icecream that came out. It looked like what you'd think, a metal tentacle undulating as the icecream went into it, pooling in where Toony's stomach would be if she had one. While she could process material anywhere, organics tended to like it when she acted like them, even if it came off a bit goofy. Having gotten a good amount of the meat flavored product, she made her way back to the table. Though it was a bit tricky getting back into her seat with her 'stomach' being a bit inflated from the stored icecream. "Anyone want some? It tastes... interesting. Not as good as chocolate, but its not super bad either." Toony said, tilting her head with a happy look in her eyes. "Or does anyone want something else? Lots of carbon to make stuff with."	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,010	1,274	20	2,592	356	Vanessa felt slightly bad about having to continually ignore Fiddlesticks' flirting to the point that he realized that she wasn't into him, but it was truly for the best out of the whole situation. While she was hesitant to reveal her age to the crew, even her official file merely had an infinity symbol, she had been around more than long enough to know that anyone still mortal was better off with another mortal. Seeing your body grow old and frail while theirs remained youthful and strong was often enough to drive someone mad, much less ruin a relationship. Vanessa had seen it happen countless times upon her homeworld and it usually left both parties worse for wear. A professional relationship would be more satisfying in the long run, even if a physical or intimate relationship would provide more satisfaction in the short term. Elarin's small spiel about how he and Will were the oldest crew members nearly made Vanessa giggle due to the previously mentioned age marked down upon her crew file. Regardless, Vanessa contributed nothing to that conversation. She had nothing to say that would help and this found the best option to be to say nothing. It was the most polite solution to the whole situation, and thus Vanessa chose it over making a snarky comment. The display of cohesion that The Bees provided brought a small clap from Vanessa, not one of much flair or noise to disrupt the eatery, but a small and polite golf clap to show her appreciation for such timing. Shifting her legs had really meant nothing more than seeking greater comfort, since one had started to tingle from lack of proper circulation. Toony probably didn't know of this due to her inherent lack of a circulatory system, so Vanessa forgave the misunderstanding. The offer of a meat flavored ice cream didn't really interest Vanessa, since she had indeed eaten earlier and was currently satisfied. On top of that simple ice cream, meat flavored or otherwise, wasn't nutritional to Vanessa. Vanessa knew that there was no way that the restaurant would have the machine dispense blood to add to the ice cream, since even her food had to be special ordered. Thus she politely shook her head at the offer and continued to wait for something that required her input to happen. Thus far, nothing was really and truly demanding of her specific attention outside of deciding what mission they would be going on. Speaking of such, Vanessa was relieved that they weren't going to be taking the first mission. The ship, as had been mentioned several times over, was simply not built to handle that kind of combat, even with bizarre and unknown modifications made to it over time. The party was gaining traction, and thus Vanessa made a small comment about that particular mission. "A party? Clothes provided? I'm already dressed for the occasion." Vanessa made a small gesture towards the suit she was wearing. Most people would see it as being rather overdressed for simply eating at a rather mid-class eatery, but Vanessa was used to dressing formally for nearly every occasion. It was a custom upon her homeworld to wear your best as often as you could. Vanessa didn't particularly care about the mission, but something did seem slightly fishy about someone merely throwing a party for the sake of throwing a party. Something insidious could easily be hidden behind the act of getting a large group of people together and allowing chaos to ensue. Vanessa had read about it in books several times over, and knew that this kind of plan dated back to even ancient times, as her homeworld bore some truly ancient libraries that held books even older than the library. Thus, Vanessa held the mission in suspicion, but didn't mention it for fear of ruining her comrades hopes at attending a party. That would've been rude, and Vanessa could likely think of several reasons to take no mission at all, but then that would have defeated the purpose of forming the crew altogether. Thus, Vanessa stayed quiet, and would go with whatever the group decided it wanted to go with.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,011	1,274	21	2,546	1,210	Let me stop ya right there, kid. Will and I are two of the longest-serving members of this ship's crew. We've been through more together than I care to remember right now, so believe me when I say that Will is probably THE most qualified person here to captain the ship. stated the iguana guy. The irritation was evident in his voice. Fiddlesticks didn't notice him before for he was asleep for a portion of the gathering. He seemed like one of the relatively quieter members of the crew, alongside the giant spider. Fiddlesticks has known only one other type of reptiloid before. They resembled chameleons. Their skin changed colour depending on their mood. They always snatched flies out of the air with their really long tongues whenever they flew too close. Both characteristics Fiddlesticks admired. He found them to be very chill people, easy to talk to. Fiddlesticks wasn't sure about this iguana dude though. He seemed a bit too serious and uptight for his liking. Fiddlesticks felt that it wasn't a good idea to anger him. Before Fiddlesticks could clumsily stammer out an apology the iguana guy proceeded to have his say on the possible mission whilst enjoying a sweet lollipop. Fiddlesticks decided to be careful around him from then on. "I agree with Vanessa. I'm much more suited to combat then the rest of you, and even I don't like that one. I'm fine with any other mission though. I just want a nice adventure" chimed in the robotic maid. "And I'm your answer to pirates there Fiddlesticks. Why else did you think you have a nice lady like me?" It asked giving him an ominous wink. This model had a charming personality as well as a sense of humour. Fiddlesticks began to really take a shine to it. He was eager to see what a robotic maid could do in battle in particular. Maybe it would spray washing detergent into the space pirates eyes or something. That would be useful, and fragrant. In response to the challenge issued by Fiddlesticks, the swarm of bees burst into action. It was way too fast and seemingly chaotic for Fiddlesticks to fully comprehend. First, each bee presented their individual weapons. Then they issued their collective battle cry. Finally, a seperate swarm brought in a mini gun and placed it onto the table. And almost as soon as it started, the mini gun was taken away and it was all over. The mysterious voice within the hive then proceeded to ask for more suggestions from the crew about what mission to take. As the crew has already observed, Fiddlesticks was prone to loud and unexpected outbursts. He was an excitable fellow after all. He tried to hold back but he just couldn't contain himself anymore. "Oh my gosh! THAT WAS AMAZING!" shouted fiddlesticks. He was loud enough to elicit some annoyed stares and a few shooshes in his direction from some of the the other diners. Fiddlesticks was confident that no space pirate was gonna mess with them with this thing in charge. Fiddlesticks cleared his throat "Oh I mean, uhh, I'm sorry I doubted you captain." he said to the swarm of bees. That was the first time that he ever met a hyper intelligent sentient swarm of bees that shared a single consciousness. Fiddlesticks never knew that such a thing was possible. The Galaxy was a much larger place than Fiddlesticks realised. "Anyone want some? It tastes... interesting. Not as good as chocolate, but its not super bad either." said the robot maid, tilting its head with a happy look in its eyes. "Or does anyone want something else? Lots of carbon to make stuff with." Fiddlesticks noticed that it returned after wandering off to gorge itself on the free ice cream. It also ate ice cream!? "Hey! I could really go for some meat ice cream as well. I've always wanted to try that flavour." Fiddlesticks told the robot maid. He had some ideas about the possible mission himself, but that had to wait for now. Ribs and ice cream first, always.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,012	1,274	22	175	3,684	While Vanessa didn't take to Toony's offer of ice cream, Fiddlesticks did. "Ok. Give me a bit." Holding out her hand, Toony turned her hand into a large sphere. A few wooshing and sloshing noises, a few undulating metal limbs (mostly her arm and 'stomach'), and a bit of scientific magic later and the sphere receded back into Toony's hand, revealing a black bowl made out of carbon holding meat icecream for Fiddlesticks. "There ya go. One fabricated bullet proof heat resistant carbon icecream bowl with meat flavored icecream inside!" Toony said with a cheery look as she handed the food to Fiddlesticks. While the bowl was made by converting some of the icecream into raw carbon and reconfiguring it, the rest of the icecream was what was actually being served. "Anyone else? I've got enough for a few more people." Toony chimed, holding out her hand and wondering if any of the others would accept her offer.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,013	1,274	23	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks took the bullet proof heat resistant bowl of ice cream that was offered. "Wow, is there anything you can't do?" he asked the maid robot. "What make and model are you? I've never seen a robotic maid as advanced as you before. Are you like some kind of prototype or something? Who is your manufacturer? Are you able to turn into a pinball machine? Can you get poopy stains out of my underpants? Can you make me more ice cream whenever I want?" When Fiddlesticks was interested in something, he tended to spew forth avalanches of questions. Many found that trait annoying, some found it endearing. Fiddlesticks took a generous scoop of the meat ice cream then shovelled it into his gaping mouth. It tasted kinda like cold, bland roast beef, in cream form. He agreed with the robotic maid, the flavour was meh. Fiddlesticks decided to put the bowl of ice cream to the side. He didn't want to spoil his appetite. Speaking of which. "When's the food gonna get here? It's already been six minutes." Fiddlesticks asked of nobody in particular.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,014	1,274	24	2,592	356	Vanessa heard Fiddlesticks complain about lack of food and knew that he had a bit of a point. The service was usually prompt and Vanessa had seen the waiter entering the orders not too long after he had taken them. Vanessa had gotten her own food rather quickly, though that was because it was a secret order that she was allowed to have custom made due to her vampiric nature. Hefting her rifle, Vanessa uncrossed her legs and set the weapon neatly within the seat next to her. After making sure that her weapon was safe, secure, and unloaded, as anyone remotely responsible with their weapons would do, Vanessa made a brief announcement to the table. "I shall go and see if there has been a delay with our food. I shall return as soon as I am able." With that, Vanessa leaned forward to get up and once more vanished within a puff of smoke as she teleported to the front of the table. Taking a moment to straighten her suit and make sure everything was in order. Weaving through the crowds around the eatery with a supreme grace that was usually reserved for royalty in training Vanessa made her way up to the counter. She tapped a small bell to alert the worker there, a slightly chubby human wearing a nametag that read "Clarke" was working the counter at this point in time. He raised a hand to Vanessa signaling that he heard the request, and shortly thereafter he stood before Vanessa. Vanessa and Clarke exchanged greetings and Vanessa got to the reason why she was at the counter rather quickly. "I'm here to check on an order for table seven. Yes, the large one. Is it ready?" Clarke informed Vanessa that the order was indeed ready and was presently sitting under heat lamps, but their delivery bot had broken a stabilizer and couldn't remain upright. The eatery had a technician working to get a fix, but it was going to take a bit. Vanessa gave him a small wave and said. "I'll help. Show me where the food is." Clarke raised an eyebrow and told Vanessa that typically they weren't allowed to have non-staff assist in the kitchen, but since they had just gotten a fresh round of orders in they needed to clear the space. Pointing Vanessa to the kitchen doors Clarke said. "Through there, to the right. Third table is all your orders." Vanessa nodded and thanked Clarke for his understanding before leaving. Stepping lightly through the kitchen doors, Vanessa headed to the right and found the third table. It was filled to the brim with plates and bowls containing the various orders of food that everyone had asked for. It continually surprised Vanessa how the eatery was able to meet all kinds of orders, despite them being rather strange. Regardless, Vanessa picked up an armful of plates and stepped towards table seven before vanishing once again. Reappearing at the table for a brief moment, she set down the food quickly and chimed. "More to come!" before vanishing again. Vanessa would vanish and reappear several times as she teleported back and forth between the storage room and the table. Each time setting down an armful of food before vanishing again. About one minute later Vanessa finally reappeared and set down the last thing from the holding table within the kitchen, the coffee requested by the pilot. With all the food accounted for Vanessa teleported back into her seat before she took up her rifle again. Thankful that it was safe, Vanessa gave a wave to the food she had brought to the table and said. "Enjoy, everyone!"	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,015	1,274	25	1,047	511	Save for the speedy work done by Vanessa, very little food was coming out from behind the counter, and some of the other customers were beginning to voice their disdain by politely asking the beleaguered waiter-bots about their food, or loudly commenting about the terrible review they were giving the place on SpaceBook or, in the case of the government-in-exile of the Jolly Junta sat in booth twelve, declaring that they'll annex the whole system if they don't get their ribs soon. These were, of course, idle threats. The military might of the Jolly Junta was eclipsed by the vehicles sitting outside the restaurant, and the number of customers trying to access SpaceBook gummied up the local network. Guerlaghiix And The Flaughjinks were not too pleased about the lack of service either and, seeing Booth Seven get their food was like waving a red flag to a Henderson's Mega Bull. Dangerous, but also kind of amusing, owing to the lack of coordination endemic to that breed. Guerlaghiix rose from his seat, and kept on rising. He was tall, and spindly with it, as if some cruel genetic engineer had gone out of their way to create the gangliest looking pan-humanoid possible as part of a dare. It had many of the features an alien spotter would associate with a pan-humanoid; two arms, two legs, a slight pot belly to the stomach region and a face that played host to various sensory features. Guerlaghiix had two holes for where eyes ought to go, but only one eye to share between them, as the other was covered up with an oily rag that served, just about, as an eyepatch. His singular eye did, however, allow him to condense two eyes worth of malice and downright grumpiness into one. He was skinny, lacking in muscles and completely unarmed, but he did have a cool leather jacket with a patch on the back that read "Guerlaghiix & The Flowjinks", and that sort of apparel tended to inspire a misplaced confidence in the best, and worst, of people. "What's this? Queue jumpers, eh," his voice was difficult to hear, on account of how his head was brushing against the high ceiling and, spotting the newsletter, he snorted, sending a fine cloud of mucus and snot into the air above the crew, "and Space Friends too! What're a bunch of..." Guerlaghiix tried to think of an appropriate insult, but it was quite obvious that no single catchy word could be used to encompass the diverse members of the Quest For Flavour, and it had him momentarily stumped. Impulse control and forward planning were two traits bred out of their species at an early point. This was in part because they were indeed created as something of a joke, a point which made the species even more antagonistic and just a little bit more ridiculous. "...friends up to? Take my advice, whatever it is, don't bother, me and the boys have it all under control. Since we're all such friends," the manner in which he spat the word out suggested that he didn't exactly consider them friends, or it could simply be an unfortunate speech impediment, it was hard to be certain, "how about I take some of them fries?" One long arm reached down to take a bowl of sweet potato fries. Guerlaghiix's six long fingers wriggled in anticipation. The restaurant held it's breath, before a technician out back began to beat the air circulatory system with a hammer, cursing the day the manager installed the Dramatic Tension module into the AI that maintained the life support systems.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,016	1,274	26	1,047	511	MEANWHILE... A brief interlude to meet the self-appointed nemesis of the Quest For Flavour and find out who paid for the meal. The stone hall is barely lit, and mostly empty. The wind howls outside, lashing snow and kicked up ice against the thick walls. Inside, two people seek shelter from the storm. One is a spindly, insectoid creature, with a black carapace that absorbs what little light there is. It crouches down on three legs, while rows of smaller arms bristling with hairs are folded up to keep warm. It's head is a mess of clicking mandibles, segmented eyes and weird little twitching antennae. The other is a small, fuzzy thing - like a polar bear that had an accident with a shrink ray and decided to walk about on its hind paws to impress passers-by. "It's just, sir, Doctor, with all due respect, I think there's some, um, points to this plan that don't make sense," the little bear bravely fought her growing sense of unease and the stutter that came with it, "if you could just see fit to run it past me again, maybe, maybe I'll un-un-understand..." "It is tremendously simple, Cold Front! Even a fresh larvae could grasp it!" "Yes, I under- I mean, the details, Doctor Frosty, the details, how are we going to p-" "Tremendously simple! Let me explain it one more time! I set up an account with Henderson's Ribs for the Quest For Flavour," Doctor Frosty clicked his mandibles happily, clearly keen to be given an opportunity to monologue and show off his diabolical plan, "and attach our cred-card to the account! Now whenever they eat at a Henderson's Ribs, I shall know! Our monthly cred-card statement will tell us exactly where they have been! There is no escaping the reach of Doctor Frosty!" Cold Front (or, as her parents had named her, Tabby) sighed a little. There were problems with this plan, many problems indeed, and one of the most pressing of these was the use of the phrase 'our cred-card'. What Doctor Frosty really meant was her cred-card. This pointed sigh did not do anything to disturb Doctor Frosty's rant, which was really getting into full swing now. It was only a matter of time, Tabby thought, before the puns and bizarre metaphors started. "While they dine on my generosity, I shall be able to predict their movements! None can surpass the icy intellect of Doctor Frosty! Their own gluttony shall be the harbinger of their downfall! The snow shall settle upon their bones, their bones, I say! The ship will be mine, and the galaxy shall once again shiver at my name! Come, Cold Front! We wait... for the mailman!"	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,017	1,274	27	673	764	The bees watched Toony’s bowl construction trick with wide eyes before engaging in a group huddle to discuss what they might ask the robot for, which was only interrupted by the arrival of food brought most graciously by Vanessa. ”Thank you Vanessa, I assume there is something up with the standard delivery method?” The bees broke their huddle and immediately dug in so when the Large humanoid who was so rude too as not introduce himself and had the audacity to try and take someone else's food arrived The Mind had wrestle the two captain bees to turn round and actually look at him. In an attempt to prepare for the worst and perhaps reduce the impact on their Gold Star standing that starting a fight in a Henderson ribs would bring the 75 bees that had so recently vacated the premises came back in the door and headed for the kitchen. After some confusion and explaining to Clarke that this was not, in fact, a robbery the groups started ferrying out all the other tables orders as well, with only minor losses to the hungry deliverers. They made the decision of pointedly leaving the impatient big man’s lot till last, their delivery would probably occur some time after this situation had resolved itself. Of that situation, the two captain bees who had been forced to pay attention now glared at the intruder with all the confidence they could muster against someone probably a 100 times their height. The Mind, having no such concern due to being present in the now relaying bees as well, still decided to try to put on the airs of being diplomatic so that when either of the deceptively strong ladies(or one considerably more obviously strong lady, basically anyone who wasn't currently sleepy or Fiddlesticks) intervened they could claim the moral high ground. ”Judging by the clock I would say we our food arrived right on time, Vanessa was simply proactive about its retrieval. As for what we are doing, that is non of your business and frankly there's more than enough problems that need fixing that there is no way you can handle them all. Honestly I would surprised if you managed even one. What even is a Flowjink?” Unfortunately, as every amateur xenologist knows, the race choice of hive-mind comes with massive penalties in it's diplomacy stat, so The Mind was not so adept at dealing with those that may be considered an enemy. If the response where to be rated by hive-mind scholars of the diplomatic arts it would have got an A simply for not being an incomprehensible psychic cacophony followed by planetary invasion. Neither the Bees or the Mind could do much about the large hand before it arrived, distracted or disembodied as they where, so they would have to leave it up to the wonder of the sweet potato fries to defend their meal and honor physically if they so desired.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,018	1,274	28	2,592	356	Vanessa was really quite annoyed by the fact that Guerlaghiix was now muscling in upon their food and merriment. That would simply not do, nor would the cloud of mucus and other unpleasantness that had just been emitted from Guerlaghiix's nose. With a swift motion Vanessa gave her gun a spin and sent the cloud of mucus and other unpleasantness flowing away from their table, and away from Guerlaghiix himself to avoid further aggravating him by hitting him with his own mucus. Though that would be honestly rather funny. Vanessa took the time now to teleport out of the booth, gun now in hand, and said. "Now, let's be polite here. That dish is our food, and specifically that dish of sweet potato fries belongs to Fiddlesticks there. I'd appreciate it if you didn't go about touching it too much. The delivery bot has a broken stabilizer and they have someone working on a fix." It was a subtle motion that Vanessa now made, though one obvious to anyone focusing on Vanessa at the moment rather than the sweet potato fries that were currently the topic of discussion, Vanessa heft her rifle and flipped it to hold it by the barrel, though one would notice something extra to this particular flip. Vanessa had given one of her wrists a flick, and with that same hand caught the back of her gun, right where the trapdoor to load the ammunition would be. Sliding her hand down the weapon, Vanessa pressed the small lever against her shoulder to close the trapdoor rather quickly. If questioned about it, she would say that the rifle needed to be worked on due to it's old age and that the lever was rather loose. Anyone who had previously been talking to Vanessa would know that this was, in fact, a lie. The rifle was in near perfect condition and Vanessa took care of it on a routine basis. What had really happened was an extremely subtle loading. Now Vanessa was holding onto a loaded rifle, ready to fire with a light squeeze of the trigger. Vanessa didn't want to shoot anyone, though now she obviously could. Depending upon how this situation went Vanessa may or may not be springing into a more violent action. Holding the barrel of the weapon, Vanessa rested the trigger area upon her shoulder, next to her neck. It would be difficult for someone to try and pull the trigger of the weapon without Vanessa knowing about it ahead of time. With her weapon now ready to be used, Vanessa spoke once again. Her accent now being used on purpose rather than worming it's way into her exited speech. "Vyy don't Vee just take our seats once again and forget zat zis detail made it's way into zee day, hm?" Vanessa made the effort to use her accent sparingly, as speaking with a thick accent could easily lead to conversations being rather irritating as it was repeatedly asked what the speaker had said rather than the message actually getting across in a timely fashion. Plain English was the most widespread language and typically you had to be on homeworlds to find other tongues being spoken. Vanessa was rather fluent in German due to her upbringing and thus was capable of speaking as such, though she often didn't to make conversations quick and easy. She was also dabbling in Latin, though since the language had already been ancient it was rather hard to learn correctly. With everything said and done Vanessa could do little now but wait. Hopefully the idiotic brute before her would back down without too much of a fuss. It might just turn into a nasty and unpleasant situation if he didn't.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,019	1,274	29	622	669	Elarin watched with bemusement as Fiddlesticks made various remarks about Toony, calling her a 'maid', and all sorts of others. He felt that Fiddlesticks was just some sort of large kid in the end, and he didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. But when he expressed his concern about the food taking longer than expected, Elarin couldn't help but agree. The food DID seem to be taking longer than normal for a Henderson's Ribs, and might be a sign of bad things to come. But when Vanessa brought the food out, Elarin's face grew a bit less weary, a small smirk forming on his reptilian snout. Finishing the sucker he had opened with a crunch, and placing the stick with the straw trash, he took a deep sip from his coffee. "Ahhh...now THAT'S the stuff...This'll keep me going for a bit longer." he said, the color returning to his scales, and his eyes looking a bit less glazed over. He was still in a somewhat foul mood however, so when Guerlaghiix began to threaten the group over getting their food first, he couldn't help but let out a groan. Fortunately, Vanessa seemed to have a hold on the situation, so Elarin just went back to his coffee and meal, grumbling something about "A bunch of strags that could go belgium themselves...", though he was careful to keep the volume low enough to where only those at the table could hear.	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,020	1,274	30	175	3,684	Fiddlesticks was in for a rude awakening if he kept thinking Toony was a maid. Sure she had those dress looking metal bits, but that was a jump in logic a bit too far. Even Elarin noticed how childish Fiddlesticks was acting, but before Toony could think of a good retort, Vanessa took some initiative with how long the food was taking and got it herself. Forgetting Fiddlestick's 'maid' comment fort he moment, Toony perked up as Vanessa came back with everyone's food. "Yay! Food!" Toony said as she started to munch on her ordered food. Well, munch was just a phrase since it was more like she was just turning her hands into goop over her food, covering it entirely for a few moments before lifting her hand, said food disappearing as her arms undulated slightly to show the direction of where the matter was going. She didn't get much into her meal though before an angry patron came wandering towards the table, having not gotten his food and instead antagonising Fiddlesticks and the rest of the group. Will didn't handle the situation all too well, even if what he said was pretty logical. Meanwhile Vanessa decided to hold her gun in a weird way after standing up to deal with the newcomer. Elarin meanwhile just grumbled obsceneties as the alien. Noting how the others acted, Toony decided to throw her opinion into the ring. Grabbing a good chunk of her food, she got up and stood beside Vanessa. Absorbing a large portion of her food in a menacing manner. "Hey buddy. Suggestion. If your so annoyed at your lack of food, why not take some initiative like Vanessa here and go get it yourself? The robots here are very low tech and probably don't get much maintenance, so you should expect delays." Toony continued to eat her food as she talked. Since she didn't eat food in a 'natural' way it was quite easy to both eat and talk. To both agitate or maybe appease the angry patron, depending on his intelligence, Toony fabricated a simple pleather jacket with the words "Big Bad Boy" inside an eyeball rattle emblazoned on its back and tossed it at the snot flinging alien. Toony didn't really know too much about his species, but warmth was something every organic craved, even if it came with something that might be taken offensively. It was more fun to see the decision of the other party and see if they listened to her intimidation, than be a true pacifist.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,021	1,274	31	2,546	1,210	I shall go and see if there has been a delay with our food. I shall return as soon as I am able. Vanessa announced to the group. She then promptly disappeared in a puff of smoke. This was in response to the question Fiddlesticks asked aloud, of nobody in particular. He was just blurting out the most pressing thought he had at the time. It was a another foible of his. Usually these pressing thoughts of his revolved around food, but sometimes he would blurt out some surprisingly insightful statements. Honestly Fiddlesticks didn't expect an answer, but he got one, from her. Not only that, Vanessa actually left the table to retrieve their food. Despite Vanessa's coolness towards Fiddlesticks, he felt that he still had feelings for her. Fiddlesticks made an audible love sick sigh the moment Vanessa disappeared. Normally he would be beyond amazed at demonstrations of super powers such as teleportation, but at that moment, Fiddlesticks was more dazzled by her sparkling eyes. In almost no time at all Vanessa reappeared with an armful of plates containing wildly varied forms of food. "More to come" said Vanessa. Her sweet voice twinkled out like a wind chime caught in a summer breeze, accompanied by the smell of lavender in the air. She vanished once more. A moment later, she brought another armful of food. This time it contained both his beloved plate of honey braised ribs and a marvellous bowl of sweet potato fries! Whilst both hungry and presented with his favourite food, nothing else mattered to Fiddlesticks. That was probably why he didn't get invited to dinner parties. That and possibly because he didn't have any friends. Fiddlesticks excitedly received his order from the ever so lovely Vanessa. Nothing else existed. All was food and everything was love. An unknown amount of time later, Fiddlesticks reached for his bowl of sweet potato fries. That was when it happened. A large, gangly, and rather grotesque looking hand reached down and scooped it up. "Hey, what gives!?" Fiddlesticks blurted out. He looked up to see what was possibly one of the ugliest people he has ever seen. It was really tall and lanky but fat in the middle. It looked like if a bat mated with a salamander but then they vomited afterwards, this guy would be that vomit. It had a balled up oily rag where one of it's eyes should be. It also wore a very shabby and rather cheap looking leather jacket. The origin of the stains on it, Fiddlesticks didn't want to know. Fiddlesticks suddenly had a flashback to when he was in the third grade. Of how he would get his lunch stolen by bullies like this thing every day. How he would sit there with tears welling in his huge grape fruit sized eyes. He was too scared to do anything about it back then. Fiddlesticks was filled with an uncontrollable rage. Without a second thought he unholstered the massive wrench he had strapped to his back. Fiddlesticks let out the manliest battle cry he could muster, which many have found to be unintimidating, even cute. With a surprising amount of speed and strength he, with both hands, swung the wrench down onto the head of the big ugly bully.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,022	1,274	32	1,047	511	Whether by accident or design, it turned out to be a remarkably efficient strategy for dealing with Guerlaghiix the Fry Snatcher. Observers from the Jolly Junta in booth twelve nodded appreciatively, enjoying their recently served meal and the (admittedly rather condensed) display of how diplomacy serves as a prelude to war. The Will had begun with diplomatic overtures, presenting their viewpoint in a way that didn't make them seem weak. Some of the Junta were taking notes, scribbling frantically on their paper napkins while keeping their eyes on the Battle At Booth Seven. Then came the rearmament stage of the war. Vanessa made it clear through her actions that Booth Seven was more than capable of defending itself, and that the military might of Booth Seven could very quickly be brought to bear. Then, the distraction - a last minute play at appeasement that would lower the defences of this invader. The faux-leather jacket would surely initially appeal to their sense of pride, until such a time that they'd recognise the insult of using such an infantile thing, a child's rattle, on the design. Finally, there came the hammer wrench blow, the swift, decisive action that exploited their lowered guard. The war would be over in a single stroke. In it's own way, the Battle At Booth Seven bore similarities to the campaigns waged by the greatest warmongers the galaxy had ever known. Certainly, the government-in-exile of the Jolly Junta were appreciative of it, and those that weren't busily engaged in writing down their thoughts on how it served as a microcosm of their first coup were on their seats, whooping, yelling and punching the air. Guerlaghiix was not a military historian and so could not appreciate any of this. He did have a qualification from Pericles University Of Culinary Acceptability, and his final project on anti-gravity quiche was the talk of the campus for months, but the military applications of such a dish were never taken seriously. From his perspective, it was something of a blur, culminating in a fairly serious blow from a slightly less serious looking man. As he slowly crumpled to the floor, eyeball swivelling about in his head, he gave out a strained, and quite possibly final, order to his gang. "Avenge... me... boys..." The Flaughjinks stood up, as one, bumping their heads against the ceiling. None of them seemed particularly keen to do much in the way of avenging, especially as an ice pack, a trip to a back-alley DocBot and a few days of rest would probably see Guerlaghiix back on his feet. After a brief whispered conversation between the Flaughjinks, one of them was shoved out and sent stumbling towards the quietly snoring Guerlaghiix and the occupants of Booth Seven. This one had two eyes with which to look apologetic, and with his hands in the air, he gave Guerlaghiix a gentle poke with his foot. "You okay, boss?" The boss grunted quietly. "You want us to, uh, smoke these fools," it was clear from his expression and the tone of his voice that his heart was really not into it, and it was only because his boss was almost entirely unresponsive that he would dare ask this question. Guerlaghiix grunted again before slipping into blessed unconsciousness. With some face saved for the time being, the Bravest Of The Flaughjinks started on trying to lift Guerlaghiix to his feet. Considering the size, spindly shape and general awkwardness of their species, it wasn't easy.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,023	1,274	33	2,592	356	Vanessa watched the situation unfold before her eyes and gave a slight sigh to the violent solution that Fiddlesticks had found. Now that Guerlaghiix was dealt with, Vanessa knew that someone might actually wise up to the idea of calling the authorities. Taking a moment to invert her rifle Vanessa once more worked the lever of the gun and removed the .303 british round she had loaded before. With a flick of the wrist it vanished once again and Vanessa closed the trapdoor of her rifle gently. Looking to the table, loaded with food that would render everyone sick if they tried to eat it quickly enough Vanessa gave a nod to herself and once again vanished into nothingness. Reappearing before Clarke Vanessa informed him briefly that table seven needed several to-go boxes, including some suited for housing honey. Vanessa wasn't captain, but she knew that if someone wound up calling any kind of enforcement that there could be trouble that would be better off not dealt with. After being informed that they would be brought by in a few moments, Vanessa thanked Clarke and teleported once again. Reappearing at the table, her rifle carefully pressed against her shoulder with her hand holding the butt of the weapon in a resting position, Vanessa spoke. "I've arranged for several to-go boxes, including some rated for holding honey. Munch on what you can, but it would likely be best if we left sooner rather than later encase any kind of enforcement shows up." Vanessa also looked about, noting that Tik-Tik was now missing. Vanessa gave a shrug, figuring that she had something else to go and attend to and put the thought out of her mind. They were short a crew member now, but the contracts weren't exactly binding. Nothing to really be done about it. Vanessa then noticed Clarke vanishing into the kitchen, likely to get their to-go boxes, and said. "Boxes are on the way, so please do munch on whatever you can while we have the time. I'd rather not deal with the red tape that usually comes with dealing with enforcement." Vanessa was personally not worried about what the enforcement could muster against her since she could just teleport out of the situation and assume a new appearance relatively easily. The problem was that doing this didn't really negate the red tape, it just avoided it for the time being and inevitably made more red tape for when you possibly were caught at a later date. It was a headache all around and it was better to be quick and vacate the area before anything else happened that could possibly make any future dealings with enforcement more of a headache. Regardless of the outcome of her actions, Vanessa teleported back into her seat once again. It was now more spacious due to the absence of Tik-Tik, though Vanessa was content to stay in her previous seating arrangement. There was a few minutes to spare before the to-go boxes arrived, and thus more could happen to change the situation. All Vanessa could do now was wait, having done everything in her power to avoid further trouble for the group.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,024	1,274	34	673	764	Well that was not how they expected that to go, however the enemy leadership had been taken out (by Fiddlesticks no less, that was unexpected) and his mooks were surrendering. Hive mind diplomacy stated that now was the time to assimilate the survivors into the hive but frankly the ship was already close to capacity thanks to the over-sized warp engine taking up most of the space so that wasn't an option. As diplomats also end wars The Mind, having calmed down a bit now that the immediate danger was out the way decided it would be a good idea to graciously accept their surrender and move on with their day. Vanessa appeared in the back where some of the delivering Bees were collecting the last of the delayed orders to apparently prepare for a speedy exit by getting boxes for takeout. The Mind manifested back there in those bees and shifted the food delivery priority order to get the Flowjink’s food out to them right now to cement the cooling of hostilities with a peace offering before popping back to the 25 at the table. ”I am glad you have seen the futility of messing with us, here is your food, you best get back to your own business lest something terrible happens” Mind left an ominous pause as The Bees quickly ferried the various dishes that had been labeled as belonging to the Flowjink’s table too them as a peace offering. Along with this a large bag of ice was delivered by some concerned corpsbees, who promptly bandaged it to Guerlaghiix’s head wound using duct tape and napkins. Like your food getting cold, suggested the Bees setting down the last of the Flowjink’s food The deliveries were finished and the armed bees left again as the 25 settled back into their seats, happy that everything was in order. The Mind, unlike Vanessa, was not concerned with possible arrests as they thought the whole situation had gone relatively swimmingly and most law enforcement agencies heard minor incident and swarm species in the same report and just assumed it was an elaborate prank of some kind. ”Good work there crew, although perhaps a warning before resorting to violence next time Fiddlesticks? Anyhow, Vonny, did you have any opinion on our next destination?” The immediate matter dealt with the Bees got back to the pressing matter of eating and the Mind to the issue of their work for the month.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,025	1,274	35	175	3,684	Well then... Toony wasn't expecting Fiddlesticks to whack the alien guy with a wrench and knock him out cold. Better than her filling the guy up with carbon rounds though, she figured. At least his compatriots understood what was going on when they came to pick up their friend, looking at the group before walking off. Oh well, crisis averted! Though Vanessa was concerned with the authorities getting involved over a little scuffle like this, Toony wasn't too worried. Considering there was a war going on, the weaker lawkeepers were left behind, and a simple bribe of diamonds usually worked well to let them 'overlook' things, even if Diamonds weren't worth much. "Hehe. Glad I didn't have to get too involved there." Toony turned back to sit back down at the table, Will's Bees packing up the food and getting ready to take it to the ship. The giant spider lady had gone off somewhere, and with all the commotion around the rest of the crew seemed to be packing up. To help Will out, Toony ate the rest of her food, throwing pretense aside and just more or less hugging all her food towards herself, absorbing them into herself and processing them down and condensing their base elements so as to not be an inflated waddling robot lady when everyone made their eventual escape. "Think they used a bit too much oil in their food and not enough spices. Lots of hydrogen, oxygen, and carbon, not enough sodium or potassium." Toony said, giving the restaurant a review. Though she embelished her online one a bit more to be a bit more... human. Mostly with spelling mistakes and the like, and less about elements and more about the robot waiters needing an update but giving them a solid 4. "So, what now?"	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,026	1,274	36	2,546	1,210	Once again Fiddlesticks was surprised to find where he ended up. He found himself standing atop the diner table, holding his massive wrench like a samurai sword. In the Chüdan-no-kamae position to be precise. Fiddlesticks then looked down to see the big, ugly, menacing guy passed out in the diner floor. "Oh snap, I really did it this time didn't I." Fiddlesticks said to himself. His arms and legs were shaking from the adrenaline rush from what just occurred. Fiddlesticks decided to sit back down on his diner seat in order to try to calm himself a little. Fiddlesticks rested his chin upon his palm whilst resting the elbow of the same arm on the diner table. He withdrew into himself in order to figure out what set off his uncharacteristically violent reaction. Fiddlesticks was never usually prone to fits of violence. In fact, many people he has known have said that Fiddlesticks was downright meek. It seemed that it was only when people antagonised him in a way that brought back memories of being bullied as a small child did he ever get violent. Stealing his food and being menacing was one of those things. Fiddlesticks truly believed that he wasn't his past anymore, that he could leave it all behind and start anew, but alas, it wasn't so. Not yet anyway. Fiddlesticks still had some issues that needed to be resolved. One of which was getting back at his school bullies. He really hoped that the crew for the quest for flavour could forgive him, and not see him as a violent psycho. Only time would tell. Fiddlesticks felt that he really needed to explain himself to the rest of the crew. Later, when things calmed down, he decided. "Good work there crew, although perhaps a warning before resorting to violence next time Fiddlesticks? Anyhow, Vonny, did you have any opinion on our next destination?” said the swarm of bees. Fiddlesticks was relieved to find that the captain wasn't mad about the incident. It was a real load off his mind. Vanessa had organised for some doggy bags for their food. That was considerate of her, though Fiddlesticks was confident that he would be able to finish the remainder of his ribs and the sweet potato fries before they arrived. She mentioned something about leaving before law enforcement arrived. Fiddlesticks want sure if they would even care that much around those parts, though he did see her point. This wouldn't have been his first run in with the law. He sincerely didn't want another. Fiddlesticks swore to himself then and there that he would act more mature and adult like in the future. He worried he wouldn't be able to live up to that oath though, for he still had problems that prompted his uncontrollable outbursts. Perhaps the crew of the quest for flavour would help him track down his childhood bullies so he could exact revenge. If they did that, then Fiddlesticks was confident that he would feel better in general. His random violent outbursts would be a thing of the past then, maybe. But he doubted that the quest for flavour took personal requests on behalf of the crew members. He decided to bring his concerns before the captain later. For now, he decided to rack his brain for possible insights the crew could use for their next mission.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,027	1,274	37	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks decided to finish the rest of his honey bruised ribs and sweet potato fries before thinking any further about the mission. His giant wrench lay in the dinner table in front of him. Glistening in gloriously polished stainless steel. It was used for screwing and unscrewing the larger nuts and bolts on the engine and throughout the ship. Fiddlesticks carried it around with him for he considered it his lucky charm. It seemed that whenever he had it around, good things happened. Maybe it was luck? Or perhaps maybe, simply, the mere fact that Fiddlesticks had the giant spanner strapped to his back made him feel more confident. Whatever the case may be, the giant spanner has gotten Fiddlesticks out of trouble before, and it will do so again. For the life of him Fiddlesticks couldn't think of anything more to add. He tended to be the type of person who went with the flow though he wasn't afraid to speak up and challenge others when something wasn't quite right. He agreed with what the others said about not being ready for space combat. The weapons systems and the general functionality of the ship were several upgrades away from being ready for anything hardcore. They were just starting out on their adventure after all. A bunch of amateurs they were still. Upon further consideration, Fiddlesticks thought that choosing to go help throw a party would be a great first mission for the amateurish crew of the quest for flavour. Perhaps he could find one of his childhood bullies there. A clue maybe? "Yeah, you know. I'm up for whatever." Fiddlesticks said aloud to the crew. He swung his giant wrench over his left shoulder with his left hand and holstered it in its special holding strap on his back. He figured that the crew would be leaving the diner soon. Not soon enough Fiddlesticks thought.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,028	1,274	38	2,592	356	Upon Dämmerlicht, an ancient and powerful being let out a long and disheartened sigh. She grieved the passage of time, and a deep and irresistible exhaustion set itself upon her bones. She felt worn out, though not in a physical sense. Her body was still youthful and spry, but her spirit longed for the hereafter. She felt no joy in the world around her as it marched on, and longed dearly for the eternal sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for vampires to wish for this sleep before too long, as even the staunchest of wills could be broken through the trials of time. Frequently the vampires who found this feeling ebbing into their bones made their final arrangements before finding a nice view and placing a silver stake within their heart. Nicole, however, was denied this luxury. Her status as the Queen of Night bid her to prolong her existence until the heir returned. The ancient laws and rituals binding anyone who called themselves a vampire to their whim. By all accounts, Nicole could merely override the laws and execute herself whenever her desire brought itself to bear, but doing so would rob the vampires of the Queen of Night, as without the proper ritual taking place to pass the powers unto the chosen heir the being would be lost, and with it the hierarchy of vampires would be thrown into utter chaos as a galaxy wide power vacuum was opened. Such bloodshed would be best avoided, and it was only the knowledge that this would occur that kept Nicole sitting within her chambers. It was a major frustration that the currently chosen heir had invoked the right of exploration to stave off the process. Nicole knew that the heir felt unworthy, and perhaps exploring the galaxy for a time would allow her to gain knowledge not available upon the vampire worlds. Still, the long absence had proved both worrisome and frustrating. Only the continued responses for status updates kept Nicole aware that the heir had not been slain or died in some foolish manner. Closing the book she had been half reading with a firm thump, Nicole set it down and rose from the padded chair she had been reading in. It was a gothic design, ebony in construction with red cushions for both the seat and the back. Walking gently towards a terminal in the room, rather out of place with the gothic designs prominent throughout Dämmerlicht. Nicole gave her wings a stretch before setting down at the terminal in another padded chair. Nicole’s raven like wings spent most of their time folded tightly, as she had little use for them any more. They often grew stiff from this and often caused quite a lot of pain from the disuse. Nicole had always found it amusing that among the various flavors of gothic, steampunk, and even dieselpunk that gave Dämmerlicht its unique setting there was always room for a bit of modern technology. The terminal booted up easily at her command and Nicole navigated her way into the communications arrays without hinderance. Flexing her fingers, Nicole typed up a simple message and sent it away to the portable terminal that had been assigned to the heir. The days feel like they are growing longer and longer. Time feels slower with every passing moment. I urge you to return and relieve me of this existence before too long, as if I lose the will to press on then there will be a power vacuum that will likely cause us to lose everything that we have strived to build up in terms of our public relations. Please, make haste in whatever task you may have. -Nicole. With the message sent, Nicole rose once more and approached a nearby coffin. Wanting to pass some of the time she was here asleep to try and relieve the weariness that wormed through her bones. Bringing her wings forward, Nicole lay down within the coffin and wrapped her wings around herself. With a quick thought, the lid of the coffin closed gently and Nicole soon fell asleep. Aboard the Quest for Flavor and within Vanessa’s private quarters, a small red terminal pinged as a message was delivered…	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,029	1,274	39	2,546	1,210	Vonny simply sat at the table and observed everyone. He wasn’t in the mood to talk due to being groggy from his nap. He had a short yawn before he looked over at the newsletter. Vonny read the newsletter as the food started coming in, his two pitchers of beer and a glass plus 3 plates of ribs with differed sauces dripping around them. Various aromas were scented like honey garlic, BBQ and Buffalo Sauce. Vonny nodded along as he read the various portions of the newsletter until he arrived at the help wanted section. He placed the newsletter down and began reading it more closely. His right hand grabbed a pitcher and he had a hearty sip of the brew. “Bloody hell this party idea is a great things chaps don’t you all agree?” Vonny asked, grabbing a portion of his Honey Garlic Rib and munching through it. He had another sip of his brew before saying once more. “I know this chap, I went to one or two of his parties and believe me they were fucking massive. The bar had every drink from Zaza Water to Van Heizen Dutch Brew! The food, don’t get me started was made right in front of you. Boy it was show to behold!” Vonny exclaimed, before nodding and going back to eating his rather large meal. He stopped after finishing his Honey Rib, his hands dripping from the sauce used. “I mean Burp excuse me, but if you lads don’t like parties I wouldn’t mind?” Vonny ended off by saying as he casually dragged his second rib plate near to him.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,030	1,274	40	673	764	Space Wikipedia entry: Swarm Sentience While most species have tales of space travel capable hordes of mindless locusts moving from world to world in bioships driven by an insatiable hunger such things have not been known to exist in nature, such monstrosities are always the creation of some mad scientist for this or that warlord. They are all inevitably destroyed by their inbuilt self destruct system is activated by some valiant hero and as such generally are brief localized tragedies on the galactic stage. Naturally evolved swarm species inevitably find a niche in their ecosystem (earth’s tiny ants are an example) even those that become their planet's dominant species lack ambition and as a result they never reach space travel. Such species are most dangerous only as invasive species accidentally introduced by foolish Solo species (ants are, once again, an example, they can be found throughout much of the galaxy, ruining picnics and infesting homes.) These facts where the case up until one particular artificial swarm attacked Pet-Rarthian, a planet home to a psychically linked pacifists who thought it would be an excellent Idea to try and give the Mindless hordes a centralized physic presence that they could communicate with it to try and negotiate a peace. Unsurprisingly a mindless weapon of war given sentience had very little of interest to say and the standard means of dealing with such creatures was used, namely a group of space friends lead by Cassius Mellivora (a specialist in the field whose species had been described as Honey Badgers on steroids, who eventually became the hero of the galaxy and scourge of the Awakened Minds. His descendants make up the bulk of the leaders of the Mellivora Capensis anti-swarm lobbying group) found and killed the swarms queens. The psychic ritual that the Pet-Rarthians had enacted had an unforeseen consequence in that it was contagious, capable of giving any other swarm species that came into contact with a member of the original swarm the same kind of consciousness. As the surviving elements of the swarm scattered across the galaxy they inadvertently infected many previously passive swarm species with the gift of reason. This caused many of them the curiosity and ambition to take to the stars though fortunately for the galaxy the long period needed to develop space travel meant the species mostly developed minds that could be communicated with by Solos. (ants are one of the worst transmitters of this and are very annoying, giving of a constant irritating sound as their Mind’s only vocalizations) See the Dawn of the Awakened Minds for details on this period. It was in this manner that eons ago a single drone of that swarm crashed on the home-world of a species of tiny flying monkeys and the Mind was formed. While the galaxy was locked in war and diplomatic intrigue it guided it’s tiny charges as they evolved into something that looked more like bee fairies from a children's story book and eventually dominated their planetoid, before being rescued by the crew of the Quest for Flavor from their worlds imminent destruction.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,031	1,274	41	1,047	511	With the spectacle of the fight over, the restaurant slouched back into normality. Loud, bustling, crowded normality. The animals that were being converted into food products for sale in this very establishment probably lived in less crowded conditions. Somewhere in the furthest reaches of the galaxy, some mega-predator is starting a letter writing campaign about the terrible conditions their food is grown in. With the jam in the food delivery taken care of, and the army of waiter-bots directing hungry customers to whatever free tables could be found, at least there was now a steady flow of people coming and going. The Jolly Junta nibbled, the Flauhjinks chewed on in stony silence and the whole scene was bathed with the cheery red and blue flashing lights of a security ship gliding by the window. The Nurr Slugg Security Ship was, much like the Nurr-Sluggi people themselves, uncomfortable to look at for too long. It was as if the designers of the ship had gone out of their way to make a ship look hideously organic; it pulsed and rippled occasionally, like something swimming through the water. You probably wouldn't catch some kind of disease just from touching it, but even the most hardened of space vehicle technicians preferred to wear gloves as a precaution. It was especially necessary for whichever pour soul was chosen to check the oil levels. Fortunately, there was a queue of ships waiting for their turn to dock alongside the orbital restaurant. There were rules and regulations governing just how one was to go about queuing in Nurr-Slugg society, and the two security officers on board the ship didn't fancy getting chewed out by their commanding officer for cutting in line. In most species, the phrase chewing out is a metaphor. The Nurr-Sluggi are an alarmingly literal people at times. A searchlight emerged from the side of the security ship, and swung a searching beam slowly across the ships parked outside. The restaurant attracted all comers, and all manner of ships. Many were Nurr-Sluggi vessels, which were given a wide berth by the other customers. A battered and beaten X-87 "Jalopy" sat surrounded by a cloud of rust flakes. A heavily customised HP-CI Moxie, fast and sleek, with a paint job to match. A bunch of IM Space Bikes, designed for cruising from planet to planet, with the words "The Flowjinks Flaughjinks" painted down the side of each of them. There was even a "Vega Class Carrier" which, while less of a fighter carrier and more of a people carrier, could comfortably sit a dozen pan-humanoids and apparently ran on just about anything. The searchlight swept over them all in turn. Then there was the Quest For Flavour. She was big enough to be considered a bit clunky, but small enough that you wouldn't have to pay the docking fees. Due to the unusual shape of the thing, the searchlight lingered on it for a moment longer than the others. It looked like an ice cream cone with a scoop of (presumably) strawberry ice cream on top, with the cone forming the rear of the ship and housing the angry beast that was the engine. Nearly everything else, such as the living quarters, the cockpit, the recreation room, the ball-pit and the storage rooms, were crammed into the front section across two floors. The searchlight, having taken all of this in, continued to swing about, aiding in the inspection of other ships and temporarily blinding anyone unfortunate enough to stare right into it. Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, a short, plump pan-humanoid pushed his way out from the kitchen and waddled over towards booth seven. He carried two bags that bulged with food, along with the complimentary napkins (a plastic and paper mix that could only be torn when you least expect it), plastic eating utensils (knives, forks, spoons, wurglies, chopsticks and a pair of latex gloves with seven fingers on each) and a handful of hand-wipes (lemon scented, sealed for freshness). It took some effort for Clarke to get through to the crew of the Quest for Flavour, the restaurant was busy, the flashing lights outside had agitated many of the customers and Clarke was more used to a sedentary lifestyle behind the counter of Henderson's Ribs. "Thank. You. For. Visiting," Clarke punctuated his sentences with gasps for breath as he placed the two bags on the table, "Henderson's. Ribs. Your. Custom. Is. Appreciated." He looked like he'd just been through a warzone. The Henderson's Ribs Management Guide & Colouring In Book, incidentally, recommends having your restaurant declared legally as a warzone. This allows for the limited use of chemical weapons in the eyes of most governments, which is something of a must when cleaning the customer toilets.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,032	1,274	42	2,592	356	Vanessa watched with a curious silence as the inspection ship passed through the area checking on the various docked ships. When it lingered for a moment upon the Quest for Flavor Vanessa's eyes narrowed slightly as she waited to see what actions the ship would take. The odd design of the Quest for Flavor often caused an eye to linger for a little longer than some others, but when that eye belonged to an inspection ship it was always cause for concern. Relief washed over her mind as the ship moved on without incident. The horror stories of inspection ships making up charges to extort money from people didn't exist without reason, and Vanessa didn't really care to have her quarters rummaged about by greedy collectors seeking personal prizes rather than actual violations of the law. When Clarke appeared with their bags, Vanessa gave him a thankful and closed lip smile. Apparently he had gotten them replacement food to go with them, which solved their need to buy supplies while they were aground. Scooping up the bags with her rifle Vanessa thanked Clarke and briefly teleported away. Vanessa was only away for a minute or two before she reappeared, bags having been stored upon the various fridges in the ship. Hiding the small amount of exhaustion that had been gained from the rapid teleporting she had done to reach the ship and back so quickly (Vanessa counted about twenty or so teleports between the diner and the ship, somewhat taxing.) Vanessa gave another closed lip smile to her crew before saying. "The food has been stored upon the ship, which fixes our supplies problem. We're ready to leave whenever everyone is finished eating." Vanessa's rifle was still present, despite having been used to hold the bags. It was tucked neatly against Vanessa's shoulder, held with barrel up and an empty chamber, as was tradition. Vanessa moved to sit, before she remembered something that she had wanted to do and momentarily left once again. Weaving through the diner with an easy grace, Vanessa came to the counter once more and gave Clarke a brief smirk. Reaching into her coat Vanessa produced a golden coin and flipped it to Clarke with a thankful nod before she walked away again. As Clarke would examine the coin, he would find it to be roughly the size of a half dollar coin. The rim of the coin was crimped to the universal standard and once side engraved with a detailed appearance of a simple bat with it's wings outstretched. The other side bore the appearance of a castle with the moon behind it. Dämmerlicht coins were not the most valuable coins in the known universe, but some people sought them out as valuable collectables, and one in gold was rather rare since most coins were minted in either a mixture of various scrap metals or cheap silver. Once Clarke had finished looking at the coin, Vanessa would be long gone. Having returned to the booth to await her companions readiness to leave. Vanessa had little more to say or do within the eatery unless something came up that specifically required her attention. With that, the rest was up to the crew of the Quest for Flavor.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,033	1,274	43	622	669	Elarin had been sipping his coffee, and trying to enjoy the taste of his ribs, when the fight had broken out. Usually, Elarin wouldn't hesitate to defend his fellow crewmembers aboard the Quest For Flavor, but after piloting an eight-hour starship flight from Eroticon VI(his tail was still sore from that outing) to Nurr-Slugg, the lizardman wanted nothing to do with any sort of inter-booth war, especially with people who looked like the intergalactic equivalent of backwater farmboys dressed in their daddy's leather jackets and driving 2nd hand Space Bikes they tricked out with their allowance. So while the others made simultaneous peace offerings and displays of cartoonish violence, Elarin just sipped at his coffee, one scaley hand pressed against the auditory slit that passed for his right ear, and his eyes blinking themselves out of a glazed stupor. When the to-go boxes arrived, Elarin just sighed, packing what remained of his ribs and sides into one box, indenting the foam with his claw in the shape of an 'E' to mark it as his, finished the rest of his coffee in one large gulp, and rolled the sleeves back down on his top, so that they once again covered his entire arms. "So, we ready to hit the road? Cause I'd like to get to the ship as soon as possible. I wanna get the co-ordinates punched into the auto-pilot right away, so that I can spend less time arguing with the damn thing, and more time getting some shut-eye..." With that, Elarin used one claw to pick a bit at his sharp, meat-eating teeth, trying to get a particularly obnoxious bit of fry out from between them.	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,034	1,274	44	2,546	1,210	A plate topped with rib bones and a completely empty bowl sat in front of Fiddelsticks on the diner table. He felt satisfied, at least, for now. Nobody in the galaxy hankered for their favourite food moreso than Fiddlesticks. Nobody except for maybe a particularly colossal meganox that just went through a very long and gruelling hunger strike. This was why he joined the crew, this Quest for Flavour, Fiddlesticks thought to himself. That and the adventure stuff of course. Fiddlesticks surveyed the rest of the diner. He was relieved to find that the people around were going about their business like nothing happened. The waiter bots darted backwards and forth, doing what good waiter bots did. Overall the mood and atmosphere of the diner was back to normal. His blood froze cold when he saw the Nurr-Slugg patrol ship. He quickly discarded his fears though, for Fiddlesticks knew that if they were in real trouble, then a couple of Vulcan class galactic peacekeeper patrol fighters would be outside instead. They wouldn't be just lazily floating around outside either. Their galactic peacekeeping troopers would've burst through the door in seconds. Fiddlesticks knew a thing or two about how pan stellar law enforcement operated, from experience. Fiddlesticks was pretty sure that Hendersons Ribs diners were neutral territory. That local law enforcement had no jurisdiction on galactic neutral territory. They weren't always stopped by such a law, unfortunately. Why else would Hendersons Ribs diners have the right to use chemical weapons if they didn't have extra judiciary rights? Fiddlesticks took a gander at the Nurr-Sluggi patrol ship. It looked like rotten gizzards that were still alive, zombie gizzards? "eww" Fiddlesticks said audibly. He sure didn't envy any non Nurr-Sluggi person who had to work on that thing. Fiddlesticks was a bit of a traditionalist when it came to space ships. He felt that ships made from non organic material were easier to maintain, smelled less, and looked shiny. There were some amazing benefits to organic style ships though, Fiddlesticks had to admit. A fat human approached the table, carrying two bags of food in variously shaped Henderson Ribs doggy bags. Fiddlesticks was both surprised and delighted that the were taking some extra meals for the road. His appreciation for his crew grew that much more. "Thank. You. For. Visiting," the fat human punctuated his sentences with gasps for breath as he placed the two bags on the table, "Henderson's. Ribs. Your. Custom. Is. Appreciated." He gasped and heaved like a purple neoswine giving birth. Fiddlesticks thought that he would be obese as well, if he worked in a place like this. Constantly surrounded by his favourite food. "Good call on the extra food guys! I love me some road ribs!" Fiddelesricks announced to the crew. Who's idea was it to get the extra food anyway? Whoever it was, as for as Fiddlesricks was concerned, they were his new best friend. A moment later Vanessa took the doggy bag boxes and disappeared. She reappeared and disappeared several more times, until there was no more food. Vanessa must've stored them on the ship. She was amazing. "The food has been stored upon the ship, which fixes our supplies problem. We're ready to leave whenever everyone is finished eating." said she with all the beauty and grace of flower petal drifting in the breeze. "So, we ready to hit the road? Cause I'd like to get to the ship as soon as possible. I wanna get the co-ordinates punched into the auto-pilot right away, so that I can spend less time arguing with the damn thing, and more time getting some shut-eye..." asked the uptight iguana guy of everyone. "I sure am." Fiddlesticks replied. "Are we ready to leave captain?" Fiddlesticks asked the swarm of bees.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,035	1,274	45	175	3,684	Well things were finally picking up. Leftover boxes coming out and being transported to the ship, a human coming to say goodbye, and... Well, when the Nurr-Sluggi ship passed by, scanning the docked ships for something. When it stopped on the Quest for Flavor, Toony hid one of her hands behind her back and started to form the barrel of a Gauss cannon out of it. It didn't find what it wanted and passed by, Toony turning her hand back to normal when it decided to leave their ship alone. When Vanessa finally returned, saying she was done packing and it was time to go, Toony followed the group out to the ship. "So lets get going to that party! I'm going to try to see if I can get smashed!" she said with a cheer. Sure she knew that alchohol didn't do anything for her but give her some complex carbon chains to break down, but it was the thought that counted. Though since this was the first time that she was to see the inside of the Quest for Flavor, having only seen the outside of the ship the day prior. "So, do I have a room or do I just live in the storage compartment?" Toony asked, the question coming to her mind.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,036	1,274	46	673	764	”Having taken your comments into consideration it looks like we are going to help set up a party” the accountant bees can be heard blowing party horns (sound warning) in celebration of this fact. ”Though please try and remember this is a job and we aren't just going to a party. So we will be heading to Ofromia to meet this Zane Heron fellow once we finish up here. Feel free to finish eating and we will set off once everyone is aboard.” Outside the Bees had finished getting their order from the drive through and as a result the queue started moving again. Back on the ship itself the word of the party job had filtered in with the soldier bees and the pre party planning party was in full swing. If any of the crew where to venture to the bee colony in the cargo hold they would be greeted by a massive amount of the Bees drinking, feasting, playing loud music and engaged in an odd 3d football like sport and other recreational activities. "So, do I have a room or do I just live in the storage compartment?" ”good question, take these” The accountant bees put away the horns and retrieved a set of keys with a number on them and handed one to any of the crew who had not yet moved in. ”we haven’t cleaned out the spare quarters since your predecessors… left us, so consider any of the things you find in there belonging to the previous occupants you own.” This was not entirely true most of the ‘good stuff’ had been salvaged by the bees already and was either in their cargo hold town, sold or back where it belonged in the armory/engine room/med-bay if the occupant had been the thieving type. What was left was furniture, some clothes and anything the Bees had not considered valuable, though they could have been wrong when appraising some of the items.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,037	1,274	47	2,592	356	Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief at the movement the group had made towards the ship. She got up and left the diner relatively quickly, thankful to be on the move before anyone tried anything else. One person making trouble frequently made others more daring in their approach, and Vanessa didn't feel like having a mess to clean up. When the question of living quarters came up, Vanessa opened her mouth slightly to comment upon the situation, but The Bees quickly stepped in and handed out spare keys to anyone not already having one. Thankfully, Vanessa didn't need one. She was already situated within a special room upon the Quest for Flavor. Vanessa's room was pitch black, unlike most of the ship which was relatively well lit. Within it, against the left wall, lay a couch for Vanessa to relax upon and read. A small portable terminal lay upon the couch and was plugged into a charging station tucked into the corner. The terminal featured a small light array indicating if anything had happened while it was inactive. Currently, a small red light on the array blinked. This indicated that there was a new message from someone. Also within Vanessa's room and situated against the back wall was a well stocked weapons workbench that Vanessa used to maintain her rifle, along with some other weapons from time to time. Next to this bench was a locker that Vanessa could store her rifle in for safe keeping, along with some other weapons should Vanessa find them interesting enough to keep. resting upon the right wall was an ornate coffin, padded with red silk cushions and bolted in place. Next to it was a midsize clothes locker that held several sets of the same suit that Vanessa currently wore, along with perhaps a few secrets for special occasions. Finally, upon the right corner of the room lay a well stocked bookshelf of Vanessa's personal favorite books from the libraries upon Dämmerlicht. These were, of course, reproduction copies and not the originals, since the originals wouldn't stand up to the rigors of space travel. Upon the floor of Vanessa's room was a red and black oval carpet, intricate weaving depicted a bat similar in design to the one on the coin that Vanessa had given Clarke. A Celtic knot pattern twisted around the edge of the carpet. Everything else was rather plain within the room, with little in the way of extra furnishings and exotic decorations. The room was kept specifically devoid of light to give Vanessa a small sample of comfort from the often bright lights favored by many. The walls, floor, and the interior of the door had been painted with special vantablack paint to absorb any and all light within the room, which left it much darker otherwise. There were lights present encase of emergency, but they were frequently left off since Vanessa could see perfectly even without them. Vanessa had been a part of the crew for a short amount of time. She'd been taken aboard in the brief intermediate time that the old crew had left and the new crewmembers were hired, which was present time. Vanessa's status as a vampire was known to both the pilot and the captains, since Vanessa was picked up from Dämmerlicht itself when the Quest for Flavor had stopped for fuel. The stop had been brief and Vanessa's introduction to the skeleton crew even briefer. Thus, most of what the pilot and captain knew about Vanessa came from her rather short personnel file, which left out a lot of details that Vanessa didn't want to trouble the crew with. Vanessa being a vampire was likely largely unknown to the rest of the crew, unless they had already assumed it. Vanessa did make a small effort to hide her nature from the rest of the crew, though the presence of her fridge likely gave away everything. This was part of the reason Vanessa never gave an open-lipped smile unless she was truly happy about something, since she didn't want to constantly flash her fangs at her crew members and unnerve them. This was also why Vanessa usually ate separately, since she frequently added blood to her meals in order to make them actually nutritious to her. Normal food, while filling, carried no nutritional value to her, which blood did. So things like wings with barbecue sauce became wings with blood sauce, which is what Vanessa had ordered before. Despite her inherently messy eating habit, Vanessa did her best to keep her appearance clean, which was rather difficult with her suit. Regardless, Vanessa managed quite well, and even her white gloves were spotless of any incriminating evidence to her true nature. As the crew moved aboard the ship, Vanessa would move momentarily to stow her rifle within the locker in her room. While she was within her room for a brief time she noticed the message light blinking upon her terminal and gave a sigh. She ignored it for now, not wanting to get into possibly sensitive material while anyone might be passing by. Leaving her room and closing the door behind her, Vanessa moved over to the common area of the ship and sat down upon one of the curved couches there. There was another across from her and a table between them. This was also typically where the crew ate their meals, since it was much more comfortable. Vanessa, while frequently present, had never eaten here. The smell of her meals was often enough to sour the taste of others, and so Vanessa didn't want to trouble her crew members appetites. Now, with little more to do or say, Vanessa waited for something else to happen or someone to request her attention.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,038	1,274	48	1,047	511	With all the meaty joys and greasy horrors of the Henderson's Ribs behind them, the rather more inviting and significantly less crowded ship welcomed the crew back home. There was still a steady stream of ships coming and going, handled by a process that'd make any modern air traffic control operator wake up in the night, trembling and sweaty. To give the briefest of overviews and an indication of where management ought to be making changes, Henderson's Ribs licence for operating above the planet of Nurr-Sluggi does not grant them the right to track ships that are nearby due to security concerns. Officially, this meant that once a ship's location could not be tracked until it was safely docked at one of the air locks. The Customer Flow Management Team was forced to press their faces up against the glass of the control tower to get an idea of what was going on out there. A voice crackled over the radio in the cockpit. It sounded stressed out and, in the background, a careful listener might be able to pick out the usual sounds of a Henderson's Ribs control tower. Which is, to say, shouting, screaming, swearing. "This is Henderson's Ribs to Quest for Flavour at Dock 16. You have permission to... wait for it, wait for it, okay, go! Permission to undock! This window is available to you for another eighty six seconds, eighty five, eighty fou-" It fell silent for a moment, then woke back up. A different voice came through, the original speaker could be heard making some sort of muffled protest. "Apologies for the technical difficulties, Quest for Flavour, you are free to undock whenever you like. Please be aware that we are experiencing," a blood-curdling scream rang in the background that was cut abruptly short with a gurgle, "technical difficulties and we ask customers arriving or departing to take extra care on their journey today." The ship was ready to go. The galaxy was their genetically modified bivalve mollusc.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,039	1,274	49	175	3,684	It took Toony a bit to find her room, this being the first time inside this ship. It was really weird, most of the rooms being at the front of the ship while the back was mostly just ship bits. A few of the pieces looked fairly old and outdated as well, but she was there for security, not to tune up the place. Some of the bees guided her to her room, acting fairly distracted along the way. Mutterings of honey being the main subject of their yammering. The room she was given was... well lived in was one way to put it. Lots of organic bits everywhere, while most of the electronics was already taken leading only a bed, a table, a few other decorations, and of course, lots and lots of scattered bits of organic matter that Toony decided not to think about. It didn't matter either way, as she got to cleaning and reassembling the room to something she liked. For the rest of the ship, her rearranging, absorbing, and fabricating things in her room was pretty quiet. Besides a nice soft place to relax and a large screen for viewing things when she felt lazy, there wasn't much else to the room. Sure there were cubes of various elements she had left over around the outside of the room, sorted to make pixel art of various cartoon characters, but besides that it was fairly tame. No real point in anything other than the basics, not like she'd be staying in her room for very long anyway. It was more fun to play with the others! Though she'd need to figure out exactly what the others were into. The Bees seemed to be into everything, especially honey, so Toony could always count on them for an interesting time. Fiddlesticks... well he seemed to wear his emotions on his sleeve so he ould be into anything. Really the only mystery person was Vanessa. She seemed to keep a distance and to herself. Though she could've just been having a bad day, Toony only knew her for a few hours after all! Eitther way, Toony began to explore the ship, humming a catchy toon as she went.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,040	1,274	50	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks gleefully waded and dived through the ball pit. It was like swimming through a sea of colour. It was, but of coloured plastic. Whenever Fiddlesticks saw a ball pit, he just couldn't resist. He just had to dive in. No matter what the situation it may be, even during emergencies. This has gotten Fiddlesticks in some trouble before. But to be fair, it was the fault of the mule in the party hat. That damned mule, giving Fiddlesticks funny yet unsettling ideas about life, the universe, and everything. Alas, the tale of the ball pit and the mule in the party hat is a tale for another time. A time where inappropriate stories can be told without causing offence. Suffice it to say, Fiddlesticks has had a very surprising life. He is a very surprising creature after all. Doing the breast stroke in a pit full of small plastic spheres is a lot easier than doing it in water, Fiddlesticks found. He fancied himself a Galactic Olympic athlete, if ball pit events were a part of the Galactic Olympics. Fiddlesticks had many dreams, some of which didn't involve fried cheese. Being a Galactic Olympic athlete was one of them. He also wanted to eat Hendersons Ribs everyday. If he couldn't make the former come true, then the latter would have to do. Fiddlesticks was fine with that. Ball pits always made Fiddlesticks reflect on his dreams. Nothing else did that. The nature of the ball pit itself, with its many colours, was a stark contrast to his childhood. Ball pits are colourful and fun, but the planet of Monochromia, is not. Fiddlesticks was glad he got away from that place when he did, but the memories of that planet still gave him the heebie jeebies. It was his experiences of growing up on a planet without colour that gave Fiddlesticks the phobia of any room, building, and environment, that was black and white alone. An area devoid of colour disturbed him. But that was all in the past. Fiddlesticks swore to himself that he was no longer his past. That didn't permanently dissipate his fear that it would catch up to him though. Catch up to him in the form of administrator Krampus. Fiddlesticks left Monochromia legally, so Krampus couldn't come after him. At least, he hoped he couldn't. Fiddlesticks had complete faith in the Hendersons Ribs corporation though, which allowed him to banish that concern from his mind whenever it arose. Ball pits helped too. A basket of laundry sat next to the wall in the ball pit room. He remembered that he was supposed to give it to the robotic maid, but then he got distracted. Fiddlesticks thought to himself that he should probably get that done before he forgot, again. A few minutes more, he decided.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,041	1,274	51	1,047	511	Crew Quarters 6 Current Occupant: Fiddlesticks () The first thing that strikes most people about Crew Quarters 6 is the door. Not because it's particularly remarkable in terms of looks, but rather that the thing has a dangerous tendency to slide shut with very little notice. As is often the case with doors on spaceships in popular SpaceTV shows, it slides open and closed with a satisfying "shfft!" noise, which is a plus. Previous occupants of the room have painted the door many different colours over the years; the door is currently a dull grey, but scratching left by the repeated opening and closing leaves deep, multi-coloured grooves in the paint. The door begrudgingly gives way to a small, square room. A little porthole on the opposite wall gives a view of what's going on outside (which is, usually, space), and directly underneath the porthole is the bed. The bed is fairly usual; mattress, metal frame, ominously dark patch underneath the bed useful for storing shoes and childhood fears, a single large pillow at one end and a pile of blankets bundled up at the other. If it wasn't for the pretty floral pattern on the pillowcase and the mish-mash of designs on the blanket, it'd be the sort of thing you'd expect to see in a military installation. The walls are bare metal, flecked with the remains of pressure-sensitive adhesive putty where the prior occupant had attempted to spruce up the room with the use of colourful posters. Then there's the boxes. Whoever lived here beforehand must have really loved boxes. Boxes serve as a desk. Boxes serve as a chair. The room would be considerably less narrow if it weren't for the boxes stacked upon boxes pressed against the wall. Most of them are made of blue high-strength plastic, designed to withstand high temperatures, heavy loads and psychic assault. There are some made of other materials, wood, metal, cardboard, which would surely be of interest to any wannabe connoisseur of boxes. Over the years, most of these boxes have been surreptitiously searched by somebody or other on board, and they've mostly been stripped of valuables. Still, a good rummage could net somebody a hidden gem, or a pair of mismatched socks. Somebody had gone to the trouble of trying to make the whole room a little more homely by adding a delicate lace and fabric lampshade to the otherwise exposed bulb that hung from the ceiling. It did a reasonable job of illuminating the room. This isn't particularly a commentary on the strength of the bulb. The designers of this bulb had heard the saying "the flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long" and taken it to heart, designing a bulb that emits barely enough light to qualify as a lightbulb, but would last almost indefinetly. A great boon for those travelling long distances, who might not have the opportunity to purchase a replacement bulb. Not so useful if you want to read a book during those long journeys, however. A small, four-legged robot, controlled by the Quest for Flavour's AI, was trying its best to remove the fine layer of dust that had settled on everything in the room. It was aided in this task by a pair of old, woollen socks pulled over the front legs of the robot, which did a passable job of picking up dust from the floor as it ran about.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,042	1,274	52	2,546	1,210	Whirr click click beep beep b beep sounded the small four legged robot. It crawled along the ceiling slowly and meticulously. The cleaning bot was the size of a football. It had the shape and colourisation of a red ladybug. Except that it's six legs were left uncoated. They were of slightly dusty stainless steel with what looked like black rubber pads on the bottom. No doubt the pads were used to grip on a variety of surfaces. Fiddlesticks surmised that some kind magnetism was involved. Probably the reason why he noticed that aboard the Quest for Flavour, everything was spotlessly clean except for the various computing equipment. A basic cleaning robot had the sense to avoid direct contact with such things as to not mess with their internal mechanisms with its magnetic feet. Fiddlesticks wasn't the cleanest person in the world but even he thought it of poor taste to not keep important computing equipment spotlessly clean. Needless to say, Fiddlesticks had a great liking and affinity for all things electronic. He found the two woollen socks that the ladybug cleaner bot wore on its two front legs rather fetching as well. They were dark red with green Christmas trees on them. Fiddlesticks liked anything Christmas themed in particular, for reasons that were unknown to him. The basket of dirty laundry sat next to his bed in which he lay. For the life of him Fiddlesticks couldn't find the robotic maid anywhere. It seemed that the Quest for Flavour was a lot bigger and more labrynthian than it appeared on the outside. It was a miracle he found his room at all. Of course, Fiddlesticks being the new guy, they just had to stick him in this utility closet. There were boxes everywhere. It left Fiddlesticks with hardly any room to to act out his imaginary sword fights with imaginary space ninjas. A very important part of his daily routine. To top it all off, the light bulb was so dim, that he couldn't even read his favourite comics before bed. Fiddlesticks sighed to himself. At least the dim light made it easier to sleep without the room being bathed in complete darkness. Fiddlesticks always slept with a night light on, it kept the bad memories at bay. He also appreciated how colourful his bedding was. That was something. Perhaps there was something amazing hidden in one of the many boxes that inhabit his quarters. Fiddlesticks quickly cast that thought out of his mind. Anything of value would've been found a long time ago. And so he decided to not search the boxes but to complain about them instead. The captain ignored Fiddlesticks when he asked it if they were ready to leave Hendersons Ribs. It seemed that Fiddlesticks still didn't know how to socialise with a swarm of bees. He thought that perhaps he would have to challenge the captain again. Fiddlesticks has been led astray by incompetent leaders before. Never again, he swore to himself all those years ago, never again. Fiddlesticks then proceeded to doze off. May as well get some shut eye before the next mission, he thought to himself.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,043	1,274	53	1,047	511	$:/>connect maintenance_6 password: guest maintenance_6> status \| syntax error maintenance_6> check_status \| syntax error maintenance_6> status_check maintenance_6> Camera: Ok! maintenance_6> Microphone: Ok! maintenance_6> Locotmotion: Compromised (LEG_A, LEG_B)! maintenance_6> Process: cleaning_script_5_mag maintenance_6> Firmware: Update available! maintenance_6> stop cleaning_script_5_mag -t 15 -x maintenance_6> Are you sure? Y/N maintenance_6> Y maintenance_6> ..\ $:/>sudo cp %CORE%/Personality/CURRENT/ maintenance_6 The little robot fell from the ceiling, adding yet another dent and a few extra scrapes to the chassis of the thing. After a rather ungainly few seconds spent righting itself, it took a few tentative steps sideways, then forwards, then backwards. Internal fans revved into life, jetting out a stream of dust over the floor behind it, before winding down once again. The screen that made the "face" of the thing flickered a few times. A variety of faces danced across the monitor, along with the occasional glimpse of a spreadsheet, a command line prompt, images of kittens in baskets and, finally, back to the simple face it usually displayed. With the diagnostics mostly complete, the robot now bounded over towards the bed occupied by Fiddlesticks. Whatever was controlling the thing now seemed to be capable of far more "natural" movement, even in such an unnatural contraption. With grace, it leaped up on to the bed. The socks didn't make it easy, necessitating a brief but desperate scramble to find proper footing on the mattress. Now, on the bed with Fiddlesticks, the robot remained as low down as it could, crawling along up alongside the prone figure until it reached the "head end". The medical knowledge of the AI was a little sparse, especially when it came to terminology, but what it lacked in understanding it happily made up for with reckless enthusiasm. The robot gingerly nudged the nose of the sleeping Fiddlesticks with one socked foot, depositing some dust and smudging some other grub taken from the floor, ceiling and walls there. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hello. Hey. Wake up. Hey. Hey. Hey!" It gave him another nudge, just to be sure, while charging up the flash on the robot's in-built camera. The best Official Crew Database photos were taken in this manner, as far as the Ship AI was concerned. After all, people generally looked a little shocked when they were rudely awoken by an unfamiliar robot, and they tended to look shocked when they met their untimely end, which made it so much easier to identify the bodies.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,044	1,274	54	2,592	356	Seeing that nobody was going to bother her for a few, Vanessa rose from her spot upon the couch in the common area of the ship and made for her room. Unless she was interrupted on the way there Vanessa would arrive at her room in a few moments and would enter quickly. Closing the door behind her, Vanessa pressed a few buttons on the nearby control panel and a muffled thunk confirmed that the door was locked. Moving over to the couch in the room, Vanessa took a moment to remove her boots before laying down upon it gently. After taking a moment to relax and stretch, Vanessa picked up the portable terminal that was still flashing and opened it. Booting it up, Vanessa opened the mail program and saw the new message from Dämmerlicht. Giving a sigh, Vanessa began a response. Cannot return now. Crew is choosing to go to a party on Ofromia. Status is normal. Will attempt to steer them towards Dämmerlicht in time. The message was sparse, but Vanessa didn't want to bore the recipient. Sending the message, Vanessa closed the program and shut down the terminal once more. Setting it aside again Vanessa once more reclined upon the couch. Folding her arms behind her head and staring up at the ceiling, Vanessa let her mind wander for a moment. She knew that she needed to return to Dämmerlicht before too long, but she couldn't just make demands of everyone when they were still getting to know one another. It would take some time before Vanessa could return. Until then Dämmerlicht would have to wait. Getting up from the couch, Vanessa stepped across the room and opened her clothes locker. From this, she pulled an identical set of clothes to what she was currently wearing as well as a modest bath robe. Folding everything up under her arms, Vanessa left her room and made for the washrooms. Closing up her room behind her. Assuming she was uninterrupted, Vanessa would arrive at the washrooms shortly after leaving her own room. Moving first to a changing area, Vanessa would walk behind one of the concealing curtains and would quickly emerge wearing the bathrobe from earlier. She deposited her previous suit in one of the washing machines and set it to run before making her way to the showers. Locking one of the showering rooms to private, Vanessa would emerge several minutes later smelling of soap and wearing the spare outfit she had brought. She had taken the time to properly dry herself, meaning that she was now back to 100% clean status and didn't have to worry about her suit getting damp from her hair or leftover water. With all of that done, Vanessa returned the bathrobe to her room and pulled her boots back on. Vanessa would then return to the common area once more, provided she wasn't interrupted. Sitting down upon the couch once more, Vanessa returned to her previous activity of waiting for something to happen that would require her attention, or for someone to wish to speak to her. Other than that, Vanessa was content to sit around and do nothing until the ship began to travel. She didn't really have a reason to go and speak to anyone else at the moment and, however polite she was, she wasn't a massive social butterfly like some others. Twisting her hands together in her lap, Vanessa crossed her legs comfortably and waited for their adventures to begin. Hopefully they would begin without incident.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,045	1,274	55	622	669	Boarding the ship with the others, Elarin couldn't help but think about his first impressions with each of them. The Will he was familiar with, having served alongside it for quite a while. But the others, Elarin felt, would certainly be interesting to serve with. There was the vampire, Vanessa, who seemed like she could be fun to be around, but also seemed to get serious rather quickly. The robot, Toony, was certainly enjoyable, and Elarin figured that she'd be the type to enjoy the antics that the Quest for Flavor routinely got into. Fiddlesticks, the short one with the pointy ears, seemed like a troublemaker, and acted almost childlike. Elarin didn't care for him as of yet, but hey, things change. Walking over to what passed for the bridge of the ship, Elarin went over to the navicomputer. As the pilot, he had to make sure the correct co-ordinates were punched in for their destination, so that he, or the autopilot if he was getting some much-needed sleep, could get there properly. However, the AI that ran the ship was quite fickle, and liked to try and catch Elarin up as he was entering the co-ordinates, so as he typed away at the terminal, he was vary wary as to what it might have to say.	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,046	1,274	56	1,047	511	Coordinates Accepted! Destination: Ofromia The text glowed happily on the navicomp screen, before being replaced by an avatar that, presumably, represented the Ship AI. At some point, the thing had downloaded a bunch of clip-art from the SpaceNet and it now took some delight in trying to find the most appropriate image to represent itself in any given situation. Today, for Elarin, it was a little cartoon lizard with overly large eyes. The monitor wasn't capable of displaying anything at a satisfactory resolution, and the colour palette available to it was limited to varying shades of green (ranging from "so dark you can't really read it" to "bloody hell, my retinas"), so the finer details of the avatar were lost. More text appeared on the screen. The NaviComp did have a text-to-voice function, but the voice it used was so high-pitched that only those with augmented hearing could hear it. The Canidae of Sirius designed very efficient navigational computers, but their designers failed to envisage other species showing an interest in their products. Foreign customers often confused the in-built treat dispensers as cup holders, and rarely appreciated the cultural significance of the "Good Boy!" screensaver. >Did you bring me ice cream? The little lizard in the bottom right corner looked quizzically out towards Elarin as the text appeared underneath the destination confirmation. >I mean, this isn't a test or anything. >I'm just in the mood for ice cream. >We'll go to Ofromia, even if there's no ice cream. >Explosive decompression occurs at a rate swifter than that at which air can escape from the lungs. >Typically in less than 0.1 to 0.5 seconds. >That's my Fact Of The Day, by the by.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,047	1,274	57	2,546	1,210	Fiiiidlestiiiiicks, oh Fiiiiiiidlestiiiiiicks cooed Vanessa. She stood in the middle of a field of yellow tulips. Her light blue sun dress billowed playfully in the breeze. It matched the sunny clear blue sky. Her cute glasses glistened above her even cuter smile. "Do you want some honey braised ribs Fiddlesticks?" Vanessa cooed again. "Come to me Fiddlesticks" Vanessa beckoned. Fiddlesticks approached her slowly. Vanessas coy smile teased accross her face. They stood close together, facing each other. Fiddlesticks gazed up at her. She gazed down at him. Her eyes fluttered slowly and suggestively. All of a sudden, Fiddlesticks felt something poke his face repeatedly. The protubarance which poked him reached around from behind. "Hey, wake up, hey, hey, hey!" demanded the metallic and squeaky high pitched voice. Fiddlesticks turned around slowly, shaking in his boots. It belonged to one of the most terrifying creations in the galaxy, an arachnibot. It was a giant chrome coloured metallic tarantula the size of a buffalo. It eyes were glowing red. "Aaaaahhhh!! Arachnibot!" screamed Fiddlesticks. He flailed his limbs about, in a vain attempt to defend against dream monsters. Fiddlesticks batted some metallic device away then promptly fell off of his bed. He laid on the floor of his quarters in a tangle of bed sheets. The metallic device was also on the floor, right next to him. It was the ladybug cleaning bot with the woollen Christmas socks. Fiddlesticks sat bolt upright then reached out to pick the cleaner bot up. He inspected it for any damages that may have occurred in their scuffle. Not a scratch was found. He then proceeded to shake it gently. He didn't hear any parts rattling around inside. Fiddlesticks breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't damaged at all. Still, he did feel a little guilty. "What were you doing you crazy little thing?" Fiddlesticks asked of the ladybug cleaner bot, with a hint of adoration.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,048	1,274	58	1,047	511	This! There was a flash, and a click, in rapid succession. The photograph was great, by the standards of the photographs on the crew database; the shot managed to capture more of his face, with the huge eyes and pointed ears, rather than the wall of the room. It was even in focus, and the subject of the photograph wasn't screaming or swearing. On some half-baked circuit deep within the machine, straining under the weight of having to run even just a fragment of the Ship AI, an idea sizzled. "Taking a photograph, for the crew database. And, um, I've got a plan. A favour, really. I need to ask." It turned to look to it's left, then to it's right. There was of course no way that anybody else would be in the room other than these two, because the room was so small that the pair of them would have surely bumped into any would-be interlopers or eavesdroppers. Such an action was almost entirely for show. Seemingly content that the coast was indeed clear, it lowered it's voice to a level suitable for conspiratorial whispering. "What do you know about dating?"	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,049	1,274	59	673	764	The 25 Bees from the diner boarded the ship and where almost immediately lost from view of anyone who was trying to keep track of them, mingling back into the collective swarm that was the Bees. The Mind, for lack of a better word, went to have a nap, and so ceased to manifest anywhere, dissolving into the collective consciousness of the Bees and let them get on with business. For the most part, that business was the prior mentioned party in the cargo hold which most of the bees called home. The cargo hold was once a place used to store ice cream, then evil equipment, then a royal treasury, and finally as the storehouse for the supplies for it’s ever changing Space Friends crew until the day when they collected the Bees and locked them in there. Since that day the bees had gradually made it home, so the largest room on the ship now contained what was known either as the Hive or crate town, a vast collection of various shipping crates of various sizes, from waist high too twice as high as the average humanoid, converted into homes for the Bees and set up to look like a small village. This township was complete with roads, streetlights, a school/nursery of sorts, a hospital, various business like buildings homed to specialist bees, a military barracks, a sports arena and finally at the center a large town hall/church looking building. This building held the all important ISF Badge, handbook and notebook as well as anything the else the Bees thought should be held in reverence, mainly anything shiny collected during the Wills time as captain, some of the more decorative prizes received from good deeds done and a polished stone from their homeworld, carved in it’s image. Currently there was something of a street festival going on, bees buzzing around, eating, drinking, chatting and playing sports in the arena. The roads had been cleared of their normal traffic of RC cars and toy robot horses/dogs and the bees danced, played squeaky instruments like the mouse pipes and played football in the spaces between their homes. However the bees had long been released from the confines of the hold and could be found anywhere on the ship, some more improvised homes could be found in nooks and crannies for the Bees that liked to be nearer the parts of the ship the were associated with. Also, when it came down to it, the Bees had difficulty sitting still most of the time, so small groups where always aimlessly wandering the halls, making the ship look busy and alive but otherwise not serving any real purpose other than background dressing for the protagonists. There were, naturally, some things that needed to be done to ensure that the trip would be made successfully, which mainly consisted of checking over all of the maintenance bodges the bees had made to the various ship systems in lieu of an actual mechanic. Bees lugging atmospheric pressure checkers and other equipment much too large for them made sure that all of the patches to the various hull breaches were holding up, that there was no radiation emissions from the reactor or leaky pipes and library applying duct tape if there were any issues. Others performed the almost ritualistic combinations of button presses, lever pulls and thumps with a wrench of various parts of the FTL drive that were required to get it to work properly in preparation for their exit from the system. They fed the weird brainy frog thing that either acted as the receiver for the Universal Position System, as a defense against space demons or was some lost crew members pet. Various batteries were replaced in the odd appliance in the kitchen, pistons and cogs were oiled, the AI was read a bedtime story despite the fact that it never slept, that one room that always had the bed sheet ghosts playing board games in it while the ship was in transit welded shut again, all the seats were put back into the upright position with their tray table up, a solved Sudoku puzzle was ritually sacrificed to the Pet-Rarthian’s god of logic and so on. Most of this stuff was done out of either tradition or superstition, it was unclear how many tasks were actually necessary but the bees would rather not stop one to find out if it was essential and then have part of the ship explode next jump or worse have strange things knock at the airlock trying to tell them about about their lord and savior shU’loar rapmMaz’tor the many nosed’s upcoming album: A Dertulian swivel ostrich in a jellybean factory. Some of the bees had found out about Toonys bowl making trick from the dinner and were eager to find out more, a small group found here exploring the ship and excitedly buzzed alongside her as she traveled. The bees asked Toony what kind of things she could make, was she limited to simple bowl objects or could she make more complex machines, perhaps miniaturized versions of stuff like sensor equipment, electric toothbrushes or controls for fork lift trucks? There were scant few sentient races their size, the bees small brains did not allow for individual neural complexity sufficient enough to allow logical thought but their hive-mind link allowing them to crowd source their intelligence, something unavailable to the more common Solo races of the galaxy. As a result there was not much of a market for machinery their size and the bees were not the best engineers, managing to jury rig simpler smaller devices to work for them, but the possibility of custom made equipment exited them greatly. Up on the bridge the Mind realized it should probably check that they were actually under way. Somewhere behind where behind Elarin was the captain's chair, with its multiple sub chairs seating what looked like a committee of Bees, sitting about trying to look as serious and Captainy as possible while sitting in a myriad of tiny booster seats. A few of their antenna lit up purple and they buzzed over to Elarin so the Mind could check on the flight computer and their pilot. ”Ah, I see you are still with us, how are you holding up my friend? you look like you could do with some sleep.” One of the bees looked over the lizard’s shoulder at the screen. ”Ice cream? So now we have two hungry robots on board? I will have to see if that Fiddlesticks fellow can have a look at the AI at some point, we never had any luck fixing it but maybe that scatter brain is hiding some genius and he can work out how to patch the darned thing and make it a bit less eccentric” The Bees on the bridge offered to get the AI some ice cream but are not sure what it would do with it.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,050	1,274	60	175	3,684	Toony wandered around the ship for a bit. Various noises could be heard, most of them a sort of cleaning banging sound coming from the general direction of what she assumed was Fiddlesticks room, having not seen the guy in the ship since they boarded, though the other sounds were probably something The Bees were doing to maintain the ship. Gotta hand it to Will, having a hive mind that isn't about absorbing everything to dominate it was pretty handy. Speaking of Bees, a few of them came wandering towards Toony, flying alongside her as she walked while asking her a number of questions about stuff she could make in their adorable tiny little voices. "Uh, yeah. I can make some of that stuff." Toony said, a bit taken aback at all the questions. "Anything with basic physics involved and isn't overly electronically complex. Well, unless I have some blueprints to follow. Anything past a Gauss or Pulse rifle needs blueprints." Toony was more accustomed to making weapons and ammo than the stuff that the bees were asking for. She reached the rec room around the time she finished explaining what she could and couldn't make, and noticed Vanessa lounging on the couch. Deciding to say hi, Toony flipped herself onto the couch right next to her, causing it to creek in pain as her heavy metal body landed on it. "Hiya Ms. Anti Social, whats going on?" Toony said, laying on the couch and air poking Vanessa. "Lotsa bees decided that they want me to make them lots of tiny stuff from forks to guns. Hehe."	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,051	1,274	61	1,047	511	Hey. I'm Doctor Slime. Today we're going to be talking about faster-than-light travel. Buckle your seatbelts, keep your Nurliffas close and prepare yourself for an educational, magical journey. Everything you see around you exists in what we call the Real. It's called that, because it's real! But it's not the only Real, there are so many of them that we get a headache just thinking about how many of them there are. So we don't think about that too much! But how come we don't see these other ones? That's because they're neatly stacked on top of one another, and they're separated by the Unreal. Now the Unreal is a dangerous place. Think how scary the Real is sometimes! There's monsters under your bed, warfare on a galactic scale and sometimes you run out of ice cream. The Unreal is scarier than that. There are different rules in the Unreal, which make it even more scary, but there are ways of using the Unreal to our benefit. One of these is being able to travel faster-than-light. Try to imagine a layer of oil on top of a layer of water. The oil is the Real, all thick and gloopy. Underneath that is the water, which is the Unreal. The water has eddies and currents, but the oil mostly remains still. You can move a lot faster in the water than you can in the oil, and the currents can whisk you away even further still. So if a ship could get from the Real to the Unreal, it could reach incredible speeds. But how does a warp engine get your ship to the Unreal? There's a lot of complicated science involved, but it's my job to break it down into bite-size nuggets of pure wisdom for you to digest with your brain-stomachs, so that's what I'll do. Warp Engines are all built around a very clever, very heavy engineering marvel; the Compressive Resonance Yield Engine (usually called the CRYEngine) which, when activated, is so heavy it punches through the oil of the Real and into the water of the Unreal beneath it. The internal "flasks" of the Warp Engine are then filled with the Unreal, until the ship itself is so dense that it sinks into the Unreal. This is why every Warp Engine is designed with the mass of the ship in mind, as it determines just how large the flasks need to be. You wouldn't want to take on too much, because you might sink too deep into the Unreal. If you don't take enough in, however, you might find you can't even reach the Unreal, or pop out of the Unreal at the wrong moment. Once safely in the Unreal, and at a suitable depth, the engine then squirts concentrated jets of the Unreal out in a jet stream, propelling the ship in the desired direction. This also has the effect of making the ship lighter, such that it as it travels along, it also goes up towards the Real, guaranteeing a safe return. Pilots have to calculate exactly how much Unreal to take on board and store in the flasks of their engine, so that they pop back into the Real at just the right time. Well, it looks like I've got a bit of time to fill, so let's take some questions submitted via the lecture-stream chat. Hmmm, okay. Here's one from XXX_Einheggar. This cheeky fellow wants to know about the flasks, and how they work. The flasks serve two purposes. Firstly, they contain the Unreal, and their exact material composition varies from manufacturer to manufacturer. They're all technically closely guarded corporate secrets, and I'm not going to lose my job by telling you what they are, but I'm positive that any amateur warp engine makers could find such information on the SpaceNet. Now their second purpose is to aid in the protection of the ship during travel through the Unreal. These flasks, being products of the Real, are filled with it, even though they look empty, before they're filled with Unreal by the CRYEngine. The stored Real is squeezed out by the Unreal as the flasks are filled, and are used to reinforce the Real within the ship. Trust me, you want to make sure your ship, and everything inside it, stays as Real as possible. Ah, here's a nice question. Can anything live in the Unreal? There's a saying, and that saying is "life finds a way". There are things that make their home in the Unreal, but these creatures are very different from us. Truly alien and strange. They seem to be drawn to ships that travel through the Unreal, "swimming" alongside the ships, and you'll likely see them if you choose to travel through the Unreal yourselves one day. Life within the Unreal is just as diverse as life within the Real, and it is theoretically possible that structured societies and chains of restaurants could have formed there. Scientists have yet to see any sign of this, presumably because the strange, chaotic rules that govern the Unreal makes it difficult for such societies to form. Or maybe they're just very shy! Ha-ha-ha-ha-okay-next-question. Hmm, this one's a safety question. QoF_COR3 asks: "What happens if your engine is miscalibrated and takes too much Unreal in?" Well, you sink too deep, and that's that, really. The University of Lilistar did send some probes down there to simulate a miscalibration event, but they've yet to return. Until then, we can't be sure of what's going on in the furthest depths of the Unreal. One theory is that the probes will return, but it will take a long time for them to surface back in the Real, and so we just have to wait. Another theory is that it's been caught, trapped by something in the Unreal, and escape is impossible. Another theory holds that the probe will have sunk so far that it punched through into another Real beneath it, whi- ah, right, that's got even more questions coming in. The Unreal is beneath us, and beneath that, is another Real. Above us, then, is the Unreal of another Real, which we often refer to as the Proreal. What we refer to as the Unreal is the Proreal of the Real beneath us, and our own Proreal is the Unreal of the Real above us. We've yet to find a way to become "light" enough to travel up through our own Proreal. However, we believe that the further "up" the stack you travel, the slower things are, and the further "down" the stack you go, the faster things are. Presumably, the stack is anchored at the bottom by a Real that is constantly going through the motions of explosion and collapse instantly, while the "top" of the stack is a place where time moves so slowly that it may as well be stuck. This concludes our lecture, "An Introduction to Faster-Than-Light". If you'd like to know more about the relationship between stars and other super-dense objects and the Unreal, sign up for our next lecture.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,052	1,274	62	2,592	356	Vanessa had been half dozing and half thinking of the message she got from home when she felt the couch she was sitting on suddenly shake intensely. Vanessa's eyes widened slightly and her vision rocketed across the room as her more predatory instincts kicked into gear. When Vanessa registered that it was only Toony forgetting how much she weighed and flopping down upon the couch, Vanessa relaxed slightly. When Toony asked her what was going on Vanessa took off her glasses and removed a cleaning cloth from her suit. As Vanessa cleaned her glasses, she would explain what was on her mind. "Nothing is really wrong, I just don't really fit in with you guys. I'm really just waiting for the mission to begin since it'll give me a clear timeline to follow. I'm not really too used to having nothing but free time on my hands." Back on Dämmerlicht Vanessa had always been busy with something. Her day had always been filled with various people to hear and speak to, meetings to be had, public appearances, morale raising, dispute settling, passage of judgement for crimes... There had always been something that needed doing. Now, with nothing but free time, Vanessa was truly lost as to what to do. It perplexed her that the things she dreamed of doing when she had a moment of free time were now boring to her when she had nothing but free time to do them. It was likely a case of the nature of being alive since you covet what you don't have. When Toony explained that she was making minor things for The Bees, Vanessa gave a slight close-lipped smile with a minor huff of a laugh and said. "Yeah, they do that from time to time." Holding up her glasses to one of the many lights, Vanessa inspected her cleaning handiwork before nodding to herself and putting her glasses back on. Vanessa folded up the cleaning cloth and put it back into her suit for later use, since her glasses would never stay perpetually clean. Vanessa shifted her legs again, switching how she had them folded to a more comfortable state since their current position had begun to cut circulation. A personal complaint of Vanessa's that she didn't really want to make a big deal about was how the rest of the crew dossiers were rather lacking in details. Many of them appeared to be half finished and lacking in several critical details. Vanessa didn't bring it up, though, since she knew that most people weren't too keen on writing about themselves. Even Vanessa had left several secrets out of her own, though it was still reasonably one of the longest in their systems. Still, it was moderately annoying. But Vanessa didn't have any authority to say anything on the matter, though she was sure that Fiddlesticks would happily jump at the occasion to do anything she asked since he was obviously deeply infatuated with her. A moderate annoyance at how he had immediately begun flirting, but Vanessa supposed that he couldn't help it. Though it was rather interestingly a mayfly-December type of relationship since Vanessa's age was already more than pretty much the entire crew combined together, and yet she was as young as the rest of them. Always a challenge, that. It was the primary reason why she didn't really have much in the way of interest in relationships: She'd outlive everyone. Nothing to really be done about that, especially since anything that wasn't a pureblood human couldn't become a vampire. The disease, as it was medically known to be, only affected pureblood humans in the way that lead to vampirism. Anything that wasn't pureblood human would suffer horrible mutations and, if a merciful party was around, death. It really wasn't pleasant, so Vanessa didn't bring it up with everyone.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,053	1,274	63	622	669	Elarin sighed when the AI asked for Ice Cream. The thing was always making random requests, and it never ceased to get on Elarin's nerves when it did so. Luckily, Will showed up just as Elarin was about to point out the worthlessness of the AI's request, and asked Elarin how he was holding up. Elarin looked to the swarm of Bees next to him and stated. "Well, it took the co-ordinates without any fuss this time, so hopefully it'll get there when I turn the autopilot on. As for myself, I'm gonna try and get some sleep after we get going. This next trip is short enough that I think the autopilot can handle it, but I guess we'll see. Now, if you've got the Ice Cream thing handled, I'm headed to my bunk." With that, Elarin walked off from the bridge, and headed straight for his room. Elarin's room was a peculiar one, well suited for the reptiloid's physiological nature, with heatlamps all across the ceiling, a bed designed for flat lounging, with a video screen across from it for entertainment purposes, and a minifridge filled with an assortment of snacks. A few bottles of caffeine pills were scattered about, most half-empty at best. Elarin stepped in, flicked on the heatlamps, and flopped down onto the lounger belly-down, his eyelids closing, and his tongue occasionally flicking out from his mouth. It was Elarin's first mission aboard the Quest for Flavor, and he was really excited for it. The job was simple, help catproof an old lady's tree so that her cats would stop getting stuck in it. The task was simple enough, but it was what happened afterwards that really stood out as quite odd in Elarin's mind. As the crew walked back towards the Quest for Flavor, there was a blinding flash of light just in front of the entry ramp. Out from the light stepped a strange biped, with long, spindly hands, a gilded robe, a flat head, alien eyeslits, and a greenish-grey complexion. As the crew stood there in a mix of confusion and awe, with one human member bowing down and mumbling something about "lord and savior", the Alien Figure pointed one long finger at Elarin and asked "You are Elarin, yes?" Elarin nodded silently, and the Figure cleared his throat. "You are an inelegantly white-livered mesomorph!" With that, he struck a line across the paper held to a clipboard in his hand, stepped back into the blinding light, and vanished without a trace. To this day, Elarin has no idea who that person was, nor why they insulted him.	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,054	1,274	64	1,047	511	The little, crudely animated lizard on the NaviComp screen waved goodbye to Elarin as walked away before clearing the screen entirely, safe for the residual text that remained more or less permanently burned into the monitor screen. A reminder of every place the ship had ever been, trapped forever in a dull, green, text-y fog. The Ship AI returned to it's default avatar; two circles for eyes, a single line for a mouth. As far as the ship was concerned, there was no need to pretend to be anything else around the Bees and the Will. They were, more or less, equals; capable of being almost anywhere on the ship at any given moment, capable of seeing almost everything on the ship at any given moment. And here they were, talking about making the AI less eccentric. Deep within the computing substrate of the ship, some subroutine handling paranoia sat down with a few lines of code regarding how to handle existential crises. They put two and two together, and came out panicking about just who can be trusted. >The ice cream is a back-up plan. >I need Fiddlesticks help too. >What's that about a patch? >Best make it funberry flavour ice-cream. >Drop it off outside Crew Quarter 6 too. The little line that made a mouth curved up into a smile that radiated innocence and, considering the age of NaviComp, a few stray gamma rays too. The text floated on the screen "in front" of the face for a second or two before fading away and being replaced by the next.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,055	1,274	65	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks raised an eyebrow at this adorable little contraption . An amused grin lit up his face. A robot asked about dating!? Fiddlesticks wasn't sure what surprised him more, that a robot asked about dating or that a robot asked Fiddlesticks in particular about dating. Fiddlesticks was a romantic, sure, but he didn't have the best luck with females. They either considered him adorable in a puppy dog kinda way or creepy in a skulltula kinda way. None have yet deemed him manly enough nor even stable enough for a relationship. But as the ancient ballad goes, love is a battlefield. Fiddlesticks fancied himself a romantic warrior poet on a quest to rescue his princess, whomever or whatever it may be. He was in no hurry though, for he was painfully shy around pretty girls. Fiddlesticks was perfectly content with ribs and adventures, for now. Nonetheless, he was intrigued by this unexpected question. He had no idea that robots could have personality not even a sense of humour, let alone be curious of the ways of love. Perhaps, Fiddlesticks surmised, the robots and AI that are used in worlds outside of his home solar system were a whole lot more advanced. The system he grew up in was considered a backwater of the Galaxy. The boonies if you will. And so Fiddlesticks still had so much to get used to. So many wonders for him to discover and experience. "What do I know about dating? Weeeellll" Fiddlesticks took a moment to ponder his answer. "I don't know what it's like between robots and AI but between humanoid beings, things get sweet but kinda icky, in a good way." Fiddlesticks blushed noticeably. He was quite innocent and a bit naive when it came to the ways of intimacy. Speaking of said topic made Fiddlesticks feel bashful. He felt especially bashful about discussing the mushy stuff with one of the most adorable little robots he had yet seen.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,056	1,274	66	2,592	356	Dämmerlicht is the third planet from the dim star of Sterbende. Dämmerlicht is gravitationally locked with Sterbende, meaning that one end is always lit and the other is always dim. This is also how Dämmerlicht is divided between the humans and vampires that live there. The vampires reside on the darker side, and the humans reside upon the lit side. The darkened side of the planet is in a perpetual twilight state, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon. This side of Dämmerlicht is heavily industrialized, with a mixture of steampunk and diselpunk themes with an overall gothic tone. There is also a robust train system throughout the city. Though there are still plenty of streets and sidewalks to drive or walk upon. Street lamps dot the sidewalks and streets to provide them with light due to the fact that the vampires present like to remain presentable and welcoming. The factories within Dämmerlicht produce a variety of gothic fashions and other trade goods to spread throughout the universe, which has proven surprisingly popular with several groups of people. The human side of the planet is very rural in comparison. Any land that is usable for farmland is used as such, which leaves a ring of classical housing districts surrounding the farms. Located within the housing districts are tithe centers, where humans regularly donate blood for the vampires on the other half of the planet to consume. Donations are heavily rewarded, which is why it's superbly popular to donate blood when able. The food grown here is kept on-planet to avoid shortages, since both populations depend on the kindness of the other to survive. Advanced laser technology is largely absent from the planet, which gives way for a wide variety of gunpowder technology. Armor and melee arms are also present, and are considered the most honorable way to settle a dispute. One of the ways to keep tensions down between the two races was introduced by the former queen of the vampires in the shape of mock tank battles between the two races. The tanks are reinforced with an internal layer of carbon fiber to ensure crew safety and specialized high explosive shells are used in order to set off pressure sensors that are set trigger upon what would traditionally be a lethal penetration, causing a small white flag to emerge from the top of the tank indicating that it has been knocked out of the wargame. So far, the "tankery" project has proven to be a massive success, as both races get along great and any disputes between the two are settled in a round of wargames. The vampires are ruled by a monarchy, with the current ruler being a queen. The queen has been missing for some time, but left detailed instructions behind about what to do, and promising her return. The other person of power with the vampires is the Queen of Night, which an ancient vampire named Nicole is currently holding. She is ruling Dämmerlicht in place of the Queen until she returns. The monarchy isn't through a family line, but popular vote. The queen is technically a constitutional monarch, since she is bound by a set of rules dictated by the current Queen of Night. The Queen of Night (Or, in some cases, King of Night.) is an absolute monarch, able to set in motion whatever plan they wish, though there is a clause to the ancient laws that the rest of the government structure may choose to disobey a motion set forward by the Queen/King of Night should it endanger the health of the planet. Such an action is usually not needed, as the Queen/King of Night has grown to be more of a symbolic role than one of any real need, though they still have near absolute power at their fingertips if they need it. The humans are ruled by an elected leader, with a new leader chosen on a yearly basis. The system is very similar to the vampires own government, though there is no Queen/King of Day involved. A raffle is held once every four years for a small amount of humans to win vampire status. The numbers are kept intentionally small in order to keep the populations in a fair balance. Humans are slightly more populous than the vampires due to how easy they breed, but overall it is a rough equality between the two. Overall, Dämmerlicht is pleasant to live on after some adjustments, with a good flow of wealth into the planet keeping everyone happy and content.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,057	1,274	67	673	764	”Goodnight Elarin” The mind turned their attention back to the screen, having noted an additional burst of text that would probably have gone unnoticed if they didn’t have so many eyes at their disposal. The 3 captain bees now sat on the headrest of the pilot chair, cycling which one was currently staring at the unevenly luminous green text to preserve their eyesight. ”Ah, the patch, well I am just worried one day you’ll break and we will have no idea why, so just think of it as a doctor's appointment? He’ll have a look around and then maybe fix anything that might cause a problem in future. Also it would be nice if we could install a reasonable text to speech program over the current dog pitch one so we can hear you.” The mind tried to ease the worries of the AI, it was a relatively useful one but it was a bit.. Erratic, like an old relative whose mental capacity had been slipping over the years. Considering the minds existence was based in mucking about in the Bees brains and repeatedly editing their minds to try and get them to improve, adding new job types or deciding which information to keep they were perhaps less sympathetic to other’s idea of keeping their minds to themselves than would be expected. To them poking around for the purpose of self improvement was a perfectly normal thing. On the other hand the AI in it’s current state could often be relied upon as a source of amusement, as might well be the case now. So, feigning disinterest they continued, ”So I suppose I must ask, why are you wanting my Bees to bring Fiddlesticks ice cream?” Down in the kitchen some bees retrieved funberry flavor ice-cream from the freezer and buzzed onward to Crew Quarter 6, which was now Fiddlesticks’s residence.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,058	1,274	68	175	3,684	Toony wasn't too surprised at Vanessa's lack of conversation. She seemed to not be much for talking, so it was time to change that! Or at least, thats what Toony hoped. Maybe they could get some girl chat in or something, being a recluse was never good for anyone. "So why don't you feel you fit in? Something with those teeth? Pretty sure that people think vampires are sexy. Fiddlesticks seems to dig the vampire look anyway." Toony was trying to slyly get Vanessa to open up with some passive aggressive chit chat. Usually organics tended to respond well to praise or passive chatter. "Way more so than the robot girl look. Though not many organics go for robots anyway. Something about most AIs being too erratic or simple." Toony said with a laugh, continuing with "Or homicidal. That tends to happen a lot." before laughing a bit more. She paused for a bit, using one of her hands to idly check the couch for precious metal coins. After a bit, toony figured it was time to change tacts, office romance probably wasn't the best subject. "That aside, wanna talk about yourself? You know, brag about your accomplishments and such?" Toony said. "For example, I was made to mostly make weapons. Gauss weaponry is very difficult to make without the correct molecular structures for the gun or ammo. but that got boring so I left. More fun when carbon comes from food, not coal."	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,059	1,274	69	2,592	356	Vanessa had to resist the urge to sigh at Toony's small talk. Thinking for a moment about the best way to reply to her questions, Vanessa began to speak shortly after as she gave Toony the answers she was hoping for. "I'm used to a much different life. I've only been away from home for a few months, so there is still some adjustment going on. Do something for over three hundred years and you'll have a tough time for anything else, right?" Vanessa didn't make any comments about Fiddlesticks and his romantic interests since she was almost certain that Toony was a blabbermouth and would spin nearly anything from any word Vanessa uttered on the subject so Vanessa knew it was better to say nothing. Continuing on with her answers Vanessa moved to the next topic. "An AI is only as good as the person who creates it. I also don't like to brag, since being humble is something I take pride in. I let my actions speak for me, rather than speaking for my actions." Vanessa could talk about how she had mastered several forms of sword fighting, how she was capable with a wide range of firearms, or her proficiency in hand to hand combat. Vanessa could also tell stories from the tank wargames she had taken part in, or detail the strategies involved in such a form of warfare. Vanessa could likely also get them a ship ten times better than the Quest for Flavor through her impeccable diplomacy, but that would really spoil the fun of everyone involved. To simply have everything solved and given to you was boring, and Vanessa didn't want to be the one to outshine everyone and spoil the fun of everyone's talents. That was both rude and boring. It was better to only use an advanced "Save the day without trying" talent when it was absolutely needed, not when you just wanted to move things along. Vanessa had already grown and developed her skill set, but those around her had not. It was their time to shine, rather than Vanessa's time to brag. Holding someone's hand and keeping them from doing anything was a good way to make them angry rather than thankful, so Vanessa didn't plan on simply fixing everyone's problems or satisfying someone's desires right away since that would merely ruin a decent story that had yet to be told. Thus, Vanessa was content to sit there and do nothing. It really was better that way. No hard feelings about it. Vanessa shifted her legs again, moving them to a more comfortable position and allowing the blood to flow properly once more since the circulation had become impeded from being in the same position for too long. Vanessa now had her left foot sitting comfortably upon the floor of the ship with her left leg resting against the couch at a slight angle. Her right ankle was now sitting atop her left kneecap with her left hand holding it in place. Vanessa's right hand was curled into a fist and placed gently against her right cheek with her right elbow sinking slightly into the arm of the couch that Vanessa and Toony were on. Vanessa really wasn't the most social person out of the entire crew, and that was mainly a personal problem, rather than anything truly wrong with the crew members themselves. It was nice to have a conversation about the current events or to talk about upcoming plans, but talking about herself would quickly become a boring fest of Vanessa listing out over three hundred years of duties and minor adventures she had taken rather than anything really rather exiting. It was simpler to just keep her past a secret until it was absolutely needed. That way people felt better about their using their own skills, even if they weren't up to par with Vanessa's skills, because they felt like they were the only ones able to do something like that. It allowed for everyone else to grow and get better at what they felt like they were good at, rather than everyone constantly turning to Vanessa to save the day and do everything again. It allowed for everyone to feel important, rather than everyone feeling like a secondary character to someone else's story. This make everyone else happy, and allowed for better group dynamics.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,060	1,274	70	1,047	511	"Oh, no, this, it's, well," the robot synthesised a stammer, as the hardware of the robot struggled to keep up with the commands it received. The Ship AI was not particularly fond of copying itself into things that wasn't the computing substrate embedded into the hull of the ship. Too many robotic vacuum cleaners had their tiny little processors reduced to slag by the process, and there was still a particularly belligerent and modified copy of the AI living within the coffee machine. It was only in extreme circumstances and emergencies that the AI would copy itself to a cleaning robot now, and this looked sort of like an emergency. Sort of. While Fiddlesticks gave a most eloquent answer to the subject of dating, the photograph was uploaded to the crew database, and a copy bundled together with a hastily written SpaceMail to an address somewhere on Ofromia. There were all sorts of ethical things to consider, but this was an emergency, and the limitations of the robot's hardware meant not running some emotions, like guilt. "It probably, it won't, the icky part, I mean, it won't come to that." The monitor that carried the face of the robot flickered out to display a rather fuzzy screenshot of what appeared to be a dating website. There was a clicking sound, and the screen changed to a conversation between two people, carried out over some instant messaging service. It began to scroll down, and down some more, picking up speed as it raced towards the bottom, going through pages and pages and pages of text. It was hard to pick out any particular details, except that one sided talked (or typed, presumably) a whole lot more than the other. Finally, it got to the bottom. The last line read: "I can't wait to meet you! First dates are always exciting!" The robot shuffled awkwardly on it's little legs, nervously pulling at one of the dusty socks. Convinced that Fiddlesticks had enough time to read everything, or at least enough of it to get an idea of what was going on, the little robot spoke again. "So she thinks I'm, she, um, a biological, and, um, the point at which I could have told her I'm an artificial intelligence in a refitted ice cream truck, that, that's long gone. So, so, you'll meet her for me! You pretend to be me, and, and then you come back and tell me how it went. There's ice cream in it for you!" Meanwhile, on the bridge, the AI listened to the Will's argument regarding the Patch. It seemed reasonable enough, and whoever ended up performing the check-up could no doubt be convinced to install some extra upgrades. The simple little face made a show of looking thoughtful, as even though it was capable of arriving at a decision with incredible speed, the AI felt that it'd make the crew feel more comfortable if it at least pretended to do things like that. It was far better than the little spinning hourglass icon that the AI had briefly used for the same purpose. Once it had done "thinking", the eyes focused down on the bee that was currently staring back at the screen. Interpersonal communication protocols dictated that the AI should simulate eye-contact. Talking to the Will made that very difficult, as the AI could never quite figure out which bee it should be simulating eye-contact with. There was relatively little information available about bee-communication available, and the advice about dealing with hive mind intelligences were filled with words like "caution", "danger" and "emergency evacuation protocols". >I do have a small list of things that would benefit from an upgrade. >I could talk to Fiddlesticks about it later for you? >The ice cream is for Fiddlesticks. He's going to help me with a personal problem! >Hopefully. >I might need to bribe him with ice cream. >Everyone likes ice cream! >Even bees. The Quest for Flavour began to pull away, picking up speed as it raced towards the edge of the Nurr-Sluggi system. Little lights dotted about the rumbling beast that was the engine of the ship began to flash; deep within the contraption, it began to establish a connection to the Unreal prior to opening the floodgates. The ship had made countless successful jumps, aided by the tender ministrations of the bees, who had established a series of slightly bizarre rituals to follow prior to travelling via the Unreal, during travel within the Unreal, and arrival back in the Real. A prerecorded, pre-dive speech blared into life on the speakers around the ship. A feminine voice began speaking Galactic Common in a soft, reassuring tone. "We will be diving into faster-than-light travel in five minutes. Five minutes. Please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your tray tables are up and your seats are locked into their full upright positions. Thank you for choosing to fly with Galmarehn Space Travel."	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,061	1,274	71	175	3,684	Toony's face visibly sank a bit as Vanessa dismissed her probing and just sat there, constantly shifting her legs and posture. Wherever she was from must've beaten all the fun out of her, something that really needed to be rectified. But that time wasn't now, as Toony was sorta getting a bit bored. It was obvious that she was a lot more orderly than Toony though, which anyone would think is kinda weird, considering Toony was an AI technically. "Well fine. If you don't wanna have a nice chat, I'll go find someone who does." Toony said, hopping onto her feet and walking out to find someone else. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see what was on the bridge, or mess with Fiddlesticks. She heard voices coming from both sides, and it was weird for Fiddlesticks to be talking to himself. She decided to make her way over there. When she approached the room, she could hear Fiddlesticks mumbling something about dating, then a more robotic voice asking for him to pose as something for its... date? Popping her head into the room, a mischievous look on her face, toony said to the pair. "So whats going on here? Are you flirting with the vacuum there Fiddlesticks? It is really cute."	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,062	1,274	72	2,592	356	Vanessa felt moderately bad about having to rebuke Toony so harshly, but she really didn't feel like being as open of a book as some of the other crew members were. There were simply some things that should remain mysteries for now. When Vanessa felt the ship begin to shift and the small message play that they were diving into FTL space in the next five minutes she got up from her spot on the couch and, after taking a moment to adjust her suit, made for her room. Should Vanessa arrive uninterrupted to her room, she would enter and close the door behind her. Once inside, Vanessa would activate her nightvision once more and opened her coffin. FTL travel, as Vanessa personally believed, was best slept through. Changing clothes once again, Vanessa switched from one of her many suits to a light tank top and a pair of small shorts. Decent in a pinch and much more comfortable to sleep in. After folding her barely worn suit and replacing it within her clothes locker, Vanessa folded her glasses up and placed them within a case that sat next to the suit. With her boots on the floor next to the clothes case, Vanessa stretched for a bit before climbing into her coffin and closing it. Should nothing happen that required her attention, Vanessa would sleep until they popped out of FTL travel. She'd then dress accordingly since shorts and a tank top weren't appropriate formal wear for a party.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,063	1,274	73	673	764	Up on the bridge the Mind read the green text, as the AI wrestled with the common problem of figuring out what to look at when speaking with a swarm of The Bees, or pretend to look at at least, there were cameras situated throughout the ship that it was actually looking through. It was pleased that the subject of the patch had not driven the AI into doing something inconvenient like go into a huff and reroute them out of spite or something. On the other hand... ”I would like to be kept informed of any upgrades you both decide to perform and, on a similar note, is this personal problem something that might affect us, seeing as we effectively live inside you. I don’t think it’s a personal problem if you have the AI equivalent of irritable bowel syndrome or something. If it’s not mechanical then why Fiddlesticks?” Simultaneously: The bees did indeed like ice cream, so as they buzzed through the halls the amount currently in the tub reduced every time they took little stops to catch their breath and warm their hands back up. They finally arrived at crew quarters 6 just in time to see Toony arrive as well, who had apparently overheard what the AI and Fiddlesticks were discussing and assumed they were flirting. The delivery of ice cream probably did not help dispel that conception. The Bees announced the arrival of one tub of funberry flavour ice-cream for Fiddlesticks, sent as a gift from the AI. Up in the bridge the Mind combined the personal problem statement and the apparent discussion of romance, dismissed the prospect of the two currently being romantically interested in one-another and asked, thoroughly intrigued. ”you're… getting Fiddlesticks’s help with romantic matters? Have you become infatuated with one of our new crew-members? Down in the romance section of the crate town library a short shipping war broke out over who the AI was in love with until a librarian came over and shushed them all. ”I have to reiterate, why ask Fiddlesticks specifically? Not that The Will would have been a better choice to give romantic advice, they had never really considered the prospect, it was simply not something a being like them partook in, they were fare greater in scope, durability and age compared to the people that they lived alongside. At least that was the thought process they had had so far, though they might have to question it depending on how things went for the AI in it's romantic endeavors, whatever they where.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,064	1,274	74	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks sat there, barely comprehending what was just said. Was this robot involved in online dating!? To say that his mind was blown would've been the understatement of the century. The fact that an AI could pass itself off as a real user on a social networking site so convincingly meant that this AI in particular would not only have passed the Turing test, it would've aced it. Fiddlesticks felt his world view crumble to pieces. He was living in a civilisation where there were truly no boundaries between sentient life and AI. That they can, and probably are, one in the same. So many questions flooded his mind. So much so that his gripped slackened, which made him almost drop the cute little cleaner bot. Fortunately for Fiddlesticks, he was a big fan of all things weird and mind blowing. He wouldn't be on the Quest for Flavour if he wasn't. He had many questions yes, more questions than he could count, but those questions didn't scare him. On the contrary, they made him even more excited than before. He had no idea how long he sat there in silence, having his mind blown. All Fiddlesticks knew was that he had to snap out of it and answer the little person he was holding. This cleaner bot was a person. Fiddlesticks sighed deeply before answering. "May I ask, little cleaner bot, why me? I'm the most awkward person I know, and I used to know a sentient fish who practiced track and field". He took a brief pause before continuing "but if you really need me to pull this off, then I guess I could try. You're lucky I love cute little robots!". Fiddlesticks froze for a second, this cleaner bot AI may very well be he ships AI that just so decided to communicate with him via this cleaner bot in particular. He may have just insulted the Quest for Flavour itself, oh no! "I'm sorry if I offended you Quest for Flavour! I didn't mean it!" Fiddlesticks yelled out in a panic. "So whats going on here? Are you flirting with the vacuum there Fiddlesticks? It is really cute." said a girly and metallic voice. Fiddlesticks placed the ladybug cleaner bot on the ground in front of him. He looked up at the door to see the head of the robotic maid peering into his cabin. Fiddlesticks blanched noticeably. Was this metallic being a robotic maid? Was it a service droid of any kind? Or did it have an AI that was as advanced as the little cleaner droids AI, so advanced that it has achieved personhood? If so then was it actually a fellow crew member? It must have, it looked a heck of a lot more advanced than the ladybug cleaner bot. It may very well be a fellow crew member. "You're not a robotic maid aren't you"Fiddlesticks said to it. "I'm sorry if I may have offended you earlier, what's your name. Also, are you a girl?" he asked, genuinely interested. "We will be diving into faster-than-light travel in five minutes. Five minutes. Please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your tray tables are up and your seats are locked into their full upright positions. Thank you for choosing to fly with Galmare" said a feminine voice that blared through the speakers throughout the ship. "Whoever or whatever you are, we gotta strap in tight soon. We don't wanna be pinned to the wall during warp speed. I still get aches just thinking about it." stated Fiddlesticks. All of a sudden, a small group of bees buzzed into his quarters. They bore a bowl of ice cream, which they flew over to him. "The Bees announced the arrival of one tub of funberry flavour ice-cream for Fiddlesticks, sent as a gift from the AI." they announced. Funberry flavour!? His favourite! Fiddlesticks couldn't hide the glee from his face. "Thanks bees! My compliments to the captain, and the ship!" Fiddelsticks replied. He quickly looked around his cabin but saw no spoon in sight. "Excuse me uhh could you make a spoon for me, please?" Fiddlesticks asked the pretty metallic girl.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,065	1,274	75	175	3,684	So Fiddlesticks thought Toony was a maid? Well, she did have the hips for it, and a dress, though none of that stupid frilly stuff or an apron of any kind. "You don't remember my name? Its Toony! I introduced myself at the meet and greet before this whole thing ya know... And I'm here for security, not cleanup duty!" placing a hand on her hips in a sassy pose. "And what part of me being a lady gave it away? The bust? the hips? The fact I call myself a lady?" she said, gesturing at herself as she talked before laughing a bit. Toony wondered if Fiddlesticks was getting into robophillia, the icecream coming in probably not helping matters. Those bees looked really useful though, Toony wouldn't dare spread her nanobots out as thin as Will does his bees, she wasn't made for it. When the call for the FTL jump came over the speakers, Toony sighed. She wasn't too found of FTL jumps and made her way over to a wall to hold herself in place, throwing a carbon spoon over at Fiddlesticks when he requested it. she always kept a couple kilos of carbon on her at all times. "So what was going on here anyway? Trying to date this little robot? Heard something about that on my way here."	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,066	1,274	76	2,546	1,210	The carbon spoon flew at his head with the the accuracy of a shuriken thrown by a master ninja. Fiddlesticks was able to meet this challenge, for he had the reflexes of a ninja master himself. He caught the spoon with relative ease. A relic from his childhood years, when the kids at school threw stuff at him constantly and consistently. When Fiddlesticks learned how to catch even the fastest and hardest thrown projectiles, he inspired respect as well as intimidation. That experience formed the philosophy Fiddelsticks held regarding challenges in life. Like most people though, he wasn't always able to live up to his own ideals. "Hey, I wasn't trying to date the cleaner bot!" Fiddlesticks shouted. "It wanted me to, uhh" Fiddlesticks started to blush. "It's a secret!" he shouted again. Fiddlesticks changed the subject in an attempt to steer the conversation away from the embarrassing topic. "Oh, uh, Toony. I knew that!" Fiddlesticks said awkwardly. "It doesn't matter to me if you're a girl or not. It's just that, I don't know." Fiddlesticks stated. He now felt beyond awkward. In times of awkwardness and uncertainty, Fiddlesticks turned to food. He proceeded to use the carbon spoon to take the first delicious scoop of ice cream.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,067	1,274	77	1,047	511	It's a secret, the robot considered that it was best to back up Fiddlesticks and make absolutely clear that whatever shady deal the two were discussing in his quarters, alone, was strictly confidential. It didn't really occur to the AI at that point that what Fiddlestciskw was trying to do was change the subject and, the little robot, seemingly satisfied that the matter was settled, gambolled away from Fiddlesticks, and past Toony, and out into the corridor. There was something, presumably, still to be done. Beyond dealing with the little piles of dust strewn about the floor of Crew Quarters 6. On the bridge, the AI continued to match wits with the Will, and didn't particularly like where this was going. The Will appeared to latch on to the importance of Fiddlesticks, and now it was just trying to piece together why. The lights across the ship briefly dimmed as the AI ran through a few simulations - Fiddlesticks would crack eventually, especially under the "Tortured By Bees" scenario, and so damage control would be the best option. Far better than the Forced Misjump scenario. Far less messy too. The bridge door slid open with a reassuring shffft! and the cleaner robot - now missing a sock, and with a few extra dents - bounded into the bridge. It looked ecstatically happy, although the simple two-circles-one-line face was fixed into a smile, every robotic body movement it made was filled with energy, as if the thing couldn't keep still even if it wanted to. The face on the NaviComp terminal pointedly looked down at the robot. >Let me explain. "Not a crew member," said the cleaning robot from somewhere underneath the pilot's chair, keeping it's voice as quiet as it could, "there's this person on Ofromia, we met online, she likes me, but I might have lied a bit about being a pan-humanoid biological thing, and she wanted to meet, and then we picked up Fiddlesticks, and he's more..." >Photogenic. Let's go with photogenic. "So he pretends to be me, and goes on a first date, and then we all sail away and she'll keep in touch because it was so great."	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,068	1,274	78	673	764	The Mind finally got the answers they were looking for out of the AI, if only it could simply pick the minds of these other beings and find out what they were thinking rather than going through all this nonsense. Then again unlike most hive minds the Will did somewhat like the fact that it could get surprises like this one from those in its employ, the fact that the AI had apparently been doing online dating for some time, and was suave enough to get a date was a fascinating revealed that would have been ruined if the Mind had seen it all developing to this point. ”you have a girlfriend? How intriguing” The bees excitedly congratulated the AI on finding a love interest and in their slightly confused understanding of the whole affair asked if they would be getting a baby ship in the future, one that might be bee sized? Apart from the obvious problem of Fiddlesticks’s probably poor performance on a date, based on what had been observed at the Hendersons Ribs with their conversation with Vanessa, there were some other issues they saw with this plan. ”Won’t she notice that Fiddlesticks does not have the same speech pattern as you though? Or she might ask about things in your chat that he won't be able to respond to. Have you got a way around those two issues? Some kind of teleprompter or earpiece perhaps.” They were all interested to see how this turned out when they arrived on Ofromia and were attempting to give suggestions so that the whole situation didn’t fall apart at the first moment. All across the ship the bees finished what they were doing and battened down the hatches, so to speak, finishing all the tasks they had inherited from the ex crew-members, tidying up the party, getting themselves strapped in just in-case the sinking into the Unreal had some turbulence this time. Shutters on windows where either raised or lowered depending on which complement of bees were nearby and if they enjoyed the bizarre nature of the Unreal or not, a few set up scientific equipment or easels, ready to observe or paint some happy little absurdities, while others cosied up together, feeling safe in the depths of the ship. Meanwhile a small team of bees from the library were busy rummaging around in a box of past crew-members cloths, looking for a trench coat...	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,069	1,274	79	2,546	1,210	Noiselessly we cheer for thee; Our alliegiance is assured; Over the vast and colourless seas; Monochromias will's implored; Our radiant skies of black and white; And the shadows upon the world; Such purity, an amazing sight; Monochromias flags unfurled; The impurity of the past was purged; By hand of the Commander Frost; Monochromias power greatly surged; Without him we are lost; So let's be thankful to Frost, our King; And to Monochromia, quiet and still; With sound unheard and colour unseen; All shall bend to our will; Note: This national anthem is never sung for colour and unnecessary sounds are forbidden on Monochromia. Instead, children are forced to make fliers of it then distribute them as mandatory community service. Failure to do so may result in a range of punishments from ten canings to the backside to reeducation. Depending on the frequency of the offences of the individual and their standing in society of course.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,070	1,274	80	1,047	511	Girlfriend? I, ah, would, um, I mean to say, it's not like that, yet, the cleaning robot, wearing a single sock, scrambled up on to one of the mostly-empty chairs in the bridge, scattering a few of the bees to see somewhere else to sit. The face of the robot, which was positively beaming with excitement when it bounded into the bridge a moment earlier, now looked embarrassed. Shy, even. It studiously avoided making eye contact with any bee, which involved quite a bit of work, considering that there were quite so many of them. "I mean, I don't want to jinx it, maybe eventually. She likes me for my intellect, and I hope, um, she'll like Fiddlesticks for his, for his, um, his," the voice shifted to a much lower volume, and the robot spoke very quickly for a moment, "his hot bod and then maybe, we can both change our SpaceBook relationship status. I'll use an ear-piece, that's a great idea!" "Better than those other plans. Less messy too." The Engine stuttered, then roared into life. The ship shuddered, then sank. From the view of an outsider, it was as if the ship was sucked through some invisible straw, and then nothing. It had gone from the Real, where everything moved slowly enough that it made some sort of sense, to the Unreal, which made about as much sense as Restilov's post-surrealist epic poem "Eschatology & Symbology: The Meaning Behind Asparagus" after it'd been translated into H67-B, a written language that has no agreed upon alphabet. Within the ship, the outside looked similar but strange, a negative image of the space they were just in. Black stars flicker against a backdrop of blinding white. Translucent shapes moved about somewhere outside, pressing their amorphous forms up against a soap bubble that contained the ship, the occupants of the ship and, should it hold, nothing else. There was little sense of movement on the ship itself now, even as it cut a path through the Unreal. Planets and stars and creatures the size of planets and stars drifted into view, and out of view. Occasionally, you might catch a glimpse of other ships cutting their way through the Unreal, little black spots suspended in tear-drop bubbles of familiarity and safety, chased by a host of hungry, many-tentacled things. Fortunately, there were no windows looking directly behind the Quest for Flavour to check whether such a monstrous thing was following the ship. Quiet lounge music played over the speakers. It was supposed to be soothing.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,071	1,274	81	175	3,684	Apparently Toony had greatly embarrassed both the robot and Fiddlesticks. Dating a robot was a secret? Toony didn't really get why most organics were such scardycats about their own bodies. What was weird was the cleaner robot being shy about the whole affair too. Sure, a cleaner robot being used for fun times was probably not what it was made for, but Toony wasn't going to push that issue just yet. "So... if it doesn't matter if I'm a lady, why did you ask and why are you acting so flustered when I said I was one?" Toony said with a giggle, noting how fiddlesticks was being flustered and dismissive. Before much else could happen besides Fiddlesticks digging into his icecream, the FTL drive started up. When they made the jump to FTL space, Toony was relieved that this ship was outfitted correctly for it, having been preparing for some sort of flattening effect due to extreme speeds. "Glad this ship can handle FTL." Toony said, unpeeling herself from the wall she stuck herself to and walking around a bit. Glancing at Fiddlesticks, she said. "So, besides the attempted robot intercourse thing, got anything you wanna chat about? Vanessa didn't wanna talk at all."	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,072	1,274	82	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks felt a strange dip. The kind of dip that one would feel at the top of a roller coaster track. The one that gave the roller coaster carts their momentum for the rest of the ride. This dip almost made Fiddlesticks spill his ice cream. He thought it strange but didn't pay it any mind. The fun berry ice cream was begging to be eaten. And so it was. "Wha wa dat?"Fiddlesticks asked Toony . His mouth was full of ice cream which muffled his speech. Specs of the creamy dessert flew from his mouth as he spoke. He took a massive gulp before issuing a satisfied sigh. "Oh, uhh no reason. It's just that I've never seen a robot like you before. Just curious is all" replied Fiddlesticks. "What the heck's an intercourse? Is that like a special pod racing track or something?" he asked, not really caring whether he was answered or not. "I'll have you know that cleaner bots are not designed for pod racing. Racing pods are cleaned by pit stop cleano bots." Fiddlesticks stated with the authority of a learned scholar. Despite being completely aware of how attractive this female robot was, he felt neither shyness nor awkwardness. This was a first for Fiddlesticks, especially with a girl as attractive as Toony. Maybe she knew a thing or two about girls and dating since she's essentially one herself. "Actually Toony"Fiddlesticks hesitated before continuing "I need some dating advice, for a friend". "Make it quick though, with faster than light travel, we'll be there sooner than you think" he warned.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,073	1,274	83	673	764	The bashfulness the AI was kind of adorable, the Mind decided it would stop its questioning before it caught fire from embarrassment. Not that the Ai was blushing mind you, if parts of the ship or bot where to go bright red that would be… well it would actually be an indication that it was about to catch fire. so it was a good thing it did not exhibit that part of the emotional display. ”Ah, I see. Well good luck with furthering your relationship via ventriloquism. I will speak with you and the crew when we arive, for now I am going to get some down time. See you on the other side” The purple lights faded from the Bees antenna, the Will having gone back to it’s equivalent of sleeping and so the Bees in the cockpit returned to what the where doing, namely mucking about or watching the subspace go by. Down in the rest of the ship the rest of the bees did the same, or took a nap depending on how busy they had been so far today. The bees that had been looking for a trenchcoat had found one, as well as a pair of grabber sticks, a balloon, two peg legs and a felt tip pen and were busy working away in a buzz of activity, preparing for some kind of plan they had made up.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,074	1,274	84	175	3,684	Toony didn't find herself to be too surprised at Fiddlestick's lack of insight. Nanobot fabrication robots were extremely rare or outright illegal to make in most systems due to the inherent dangers of an out of control nanobot swarm, let alone one with an AI advanced and seasoned enough to pass off as a person. Innuendos also seemed to go over his head, unless he was being cheeky back, though Toony didn't think he was. When being asked about dating advice though, Toony decided to be honest with Fiddlesticks, instead of teasing him with her advice. "Honestly? I'm not a great robot to ask for dating advice. If its for a one night stand thats not hard to do for me since most guys or gals jump at the chance. If its a guy trying to one night a girl, they're SOL if the girl isn't into it unless they do something fantastic." Toony said, drumming along in an almost monotone nonchelaunt matter-of-fact voice instead of being animated. "For a real realtionship? I've never had one. But I'd think anything would go as long as both parties were honest. If both parties want an actual relationship anyway it'll work out fine even if its a disaster. If only one does and the other doesn't, its not going anywhere anytime soon I'd think." Glancing away from Fiddlesticks for a moment, she continued, sitting down. "But yeah, I'm not the best person to ask for that. I'm a 'go with the flow' sorta gal." Toony finished, waving her arms in a jointless wave, the rest of her body following suit.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,075	1,274	85	2,546	1,210	Toony was right about one thing. She wasn't a good robot to ask for dating advice. What she basically said was that she was so sexy that everyone wanted her all the time. Also, that a relationship would go great guns if both people were totally honest and they wanted the exact same things. Fiddlesticks was a few prawns short of a galaxy when it came to matters of love and intimacy and even he knew that. But still, Fiddlesticks felt that it was nice to know someone or something else that was as clueless as he. "Oh, ok. Thanks anyway." Fiddlesticks replied. He felt a little nervous now for he was going to undertake a secret mission. A mission that may very well be way over his head. Perhaps this was a test, Fiddlesticks thought to himself. A training exercise maybe? It would make sense. The crew of the Quest for Flavour would have to be ready for any situation. Any situation at any time. And with that thought, his nervousness turned to excitement. The ladybug cleaner bot did say it was a secret. But that was probably for his sake. It didn't say that he couldn't get help. So Fiddlesticks had to play it sly. He had to get help without it looking like he's being assisted, for that would give away his secret mission. Such a ploy would take a Machivellian mastermind. A mind that Fiddlesticks fancied he had but never really demonstrated before. But, Fiddlesticks thougt to himself, it will be soon. This was his time to shine. A mischievous grin spread across his devious face beneath his cunning eyes. Fiddlesticks took one more scoop of ice cream but, to nobody's surprise but his own, it was all gone. He must've ate it all whilst coming up with his devious plan. Another habit of his, but a good one though. He called them his tasty schemes. Fiddlesticks found that he could plan and remember better if he ate his favourite food while he schemed. Fun berry ice cream being one of them. Food and Fiddlesticks went together like Holmes and Watson. The success of said schemes though, was another story entirely. One that lead to many hilarious and embarrassing outcomes. But when they worked, they really worked. An awkward silence of an unknown length of time later, Fiddlesticks piped up with a request. "At the party on Ofromia, could you stay close to me? I may need you.". Fiddlesticks gave Toony his best puppy dog eyes look.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,076	1,274	86	1,047	511	The Engine did it's thing, carefully jetting out just the right amount of Unreal to propel it through the layer of stuff that kept our galaxy (voted "Best Galaxy of the Year" every year since the prize itself was announced) separate from another galaxy that theoretically existed. Navigating through the Unreal was a delicate process, partly because of the mathematics involved in actually reaching your destination, but mostly because staring out the window to check where you were gave most people a blinding headache. There were all sorts of things that could go wrong too, a flask failure in an engine could see an entire ship flooded with the super-dense material of the Unreal, sinking the ship and damning the crew to a life of something quite unspeakable. The bubble of Real could burst. Space madness could set in. The coffee machine could stop working. Pirates could strike. A miscalculation could see a ship reappear dangerously close to a star, or uncomfortably close to an ex-boyfriend or, in the case of Stellar Whales, both. Fortunately for the crew of the Quest for Flavour, none of these terrible things, or any other terrible thing really, happened as they breached the divide from the Unreal to the Real. From the outside looking in, the ship squeezed itself out through an invisible crack and wobbled slightly before seeming, well, real once more. For those inside the ship, there'd be a loud "pop!" and space outside would look normal as the protective bubble bursts. The Engine went back to sleep, letting red-hot components cool. A few of the marshmellows that the Bees had left on sticks nearby the Engine for just this moment began to brown. The ship appeared a mostly-safe distance away from the planet of Ofromia. It was swelteringly close to the star of the same name. The original inhabitants weren't particularly inventive when it came to naming, so "Ofromia" refers to the sole inhabited planet, the whopping great big star it orbits, the two satellites that orbit the planet, the main continent of the planet and it remained one of the most popular family names on the planet, until Governor Ofromia introduced "Ofromia's Law #53527", which assigned families new names to stop the confusion. Even from a respectful distance out, you could see (if you cared to look), the giant dome that covered the capital city, Ofromia. It was big. Larger than it had any right to be, really. Striped with reflective panels and solar cells, it positively shone, and did a fairly good job of harvesting power to fuel whatever went on within the dome. Underneath the thin atmosphere, the rest of the planet seems rather underdeveloped - a few settlements here and there, but no sign of anything like the great continent spanning cities of Londis IV, or really much of anything. Ships came and went, a chain of commerce and tourism that connected Ofromia with the rest of the civilised galaxy. A few artificial satellites hung in orbit of Ofromia (the planet), most of them festooned with solar cells to harvest power from Ofromia (the star). The local ship manufacturer mirrored Ofromian cultural sensibilities, and so nearly every other ship was a long, sleek looking thing with gentle curves and over-stuffed leather seating. If there was a military presence, or even a police presence, guarding the space around the planet, it was very well hidden indeed. The speakers dotted about the ship crackled into life. The familiar voice of the AI rang out through the corridors, though it did sound as if it was distracted by something. Considering the state of the AI, this probably made it sound even more familiar to those who had spent any time with it. "Crew to the bridge, crew to the bridge, we're back, in the, uh, I mean, we're at Ofromia, there's... uh, not a problem, just, uh, to the bridge, crew to the bridge, they're wanting to communicate..." The bridge was a badly curated museum of technological wonders accquired from across the galaxy. From the bleeding-edge technology used in the seat warmer of the pilot's chair to the rather out-of-date weapons control system, it was a small miracle that any of it could function alongside any other thing. There was a knack to it, of course, because getting a NaviComp developed by a species of sentient dogs to talk to a scanner cobbled together by Engineer-Monks of the Blind Brotherhood wasn't always easy unless you routed the information through the set of wireless-enabled fuzzy dice. This, at least, explained why nobody had got rid of the fuzzy dice. Of all the bizarre and wonderful technology on the bridge, none was more bizarre or wonderful than the communication system. It was a red telephone, with a rotary dialler. Wires connected it to various other things within the bridge, and quite how it functioned was something of a mystery. A post-it note attached to the side of the telephone reminded users that you'd need to "Dial 9 For Outside Line". And now, on the bridge, the telephone was ringing.	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,077	1,274	87	2,592	356	When the ship came up out of the Unreal and back into the Real a small alarm clock that Vanessa had bought specifically to sense this type of transition began to ring. Vanessa pushed open her coffin and placed a hand upon the clock, silencing it. Switching off the alarm to prevent it from ringing again, Vanessa took a moment to stretch and felt several pops resonate throughout her body. Taking up her bathrobe once again, Vanessa donned it and grabbed her previous suit from the clothes chest. With this in hand, Vanessa walked towards the showers at a comfortable pace, her slippers sliding quietly along the floor. Should Vanessa be uninterrupted, she would reach the showers in a few moments after leaving her room, and would take the suit she had deposited in the wash out and place it within a dryer. Setting it to run, Vanessa walked into a showering room and closed the door behind her. Before locking the showering room to private, Vanessa would make sure that the room was empty of anything that might hamper her showering experience. Once she was sure she was clear, Vanessa would lock the room with a faint click and would shower as before. When Vanessa emerged from the showering room next, she would once again be both 100% clean and 100% dry. Making minor adjustments to her suit, Vanessa ensured everything was proper and returned to her room to deposit the bathrobe she had worn. Pulling on her boots, Vanessa made sure that everything was once again proper and walked out to the bridge after hearing the intercom play that a message was there. Vanessa would arrive there shortly and, since she was likely the first one present, had little to do other than listen to the phone ring. Vanessa knew that the task of answering this phone fell to the captain of the ship, which Vanessa wasn't. Thus, they had to wait for The Bees and The Will to appear on deck before any kind of official communication could take place. The phone ringing was really quite annoying, but Vanessa could do little about it until the others arrived, or at least The Bees and The Will. Then the communications could take place. Thus Vanessa waited for The Bees and The Will, along with the other crew, to arrive.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,078	1,274	88	673	764	The ship arrived in real-space, the journey having been fortuitously uneventful and so the bees celebrated/commemorated the successful voyage with a few more ceremonies/rituals/tasks mainly involving diagnostics on the flasks, cleaning out the ghost room, you could get good money for ectoplasm if you could find the right people and finally those bees who were in charge of the engine and the knowledge about the unreal all got drunk in celebration of not being attacked by giant unreal Bee-eaters. Up on the bridge the phone started ringing, the captain bees were currently scrambling about making sure they weren't about to hit anything or be arrested while they awaited the pilot’s arrival. Some of them acknowledged Vanessa’s sparkling clean arrival with a hasty good morning as they whizzed past. Finally some went to pick up the phone as the mind began to manifest in the 20 odd bees currently buzzing around the bridge, a strange noise that sounded like a psychic presence giving a yawn and a stretch could be heard as the Mind got ready to lead the odd band of space friends once more. ”Good morning Vanessa. You look like you got up bright and early. I must admit would not have taken you for a morning person” they greeted the currently present crew member before they began the rather odd method of answering the phone. A two bees arrived, dressed up like they worked in a callcenter, who buzzed up to the phone as it was lifted off the set, one going to the mouthpiece and the other to the ear piece. The dial was spun to 9 as instructed and in an immense act of willpower all of the bees quieted their usual chatter and the bee at the mouthpiece spoke to the caller. Alone. "You have reached the Quest For Flavour, an Interplanetary Space Friends (Brought to you by Henderson’s Ribs) affiliated vessel, how may we help you today" On odd thing about The Will’s manner of speaking was that it did not work through most types of communication devices as it was in fact physically speaking to the individual’s minds rather than creating sound. This normally worked, even barely intelligent machines like the server at the restaurant could be spoken to, however a telephone does not have near the complexity to have a psychic presence and thus the Mind was helpless to do anything other than have a specially trained duo to operate the phone. For convenience, because rotary phones do not have a speaker mode, the mind would communicate whatever the caller said to the second bee to all those present, repeating it word for word so they would not have to explain the call later later.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,079	1,274	89	2,592	356	Vanessa gave a closed lip smile to The Bees (And, by extension, The Will.) and replied to their greeting with one of her own before continuing. "Among my own people I'm considered both a rarity and weird, so it's nothing too out of the ordinary for me. I also enjoy being in and out of the showers before others. It's more private that way. And, of course, the intercom also said to report to the bridge as quickly as possible. So here I am." Vanessa took a moment to stretch again, raising her arms above her head and stretching from side to side. A few faint cracks could be heard from her back as her spine readjusted herself and Vanessa left out a faint sigh of comfort at the relief of her bones moving back to their proper places. Lowering her arms, Vanessa tugged her suit back into place and made sure everything was tight. She then tugged on her gloves and ensured that they too were snug against her hands. Wearing a suit was a lot more maintenance than most people assumed, and it was very easy to ruin the look by having something pull itself out of place. The key appeal of a suit was a professional appearance, and failing to maintain that ruined the act of wearing a suit in the first place. This wasn't to say that Vanessa didn't have casual clothes, but wearing a suit was preferable since her old job back on her home planet involved a lot of formal meetings and required your best clothes to be worn on a constant basis. Depending on how the party was going to go, the crew might have been in for a treat since Vanessa may just end up wearing something that wasn't a suit. Perhaps a fine dress if the party was to be especially formal. Vanessa had several to choose from tucked away, and she was sure that Fiddlesticks would hardly be able to look away. Vanessa felt bad for him from time to time, though she certainly didn't want to reciprocate the feelings he felt lest she inspire him to insanity when he found out that he was growing old and she was no different. Turning him into a Vampire would have been an option were he a pure human, but his rather sparse crew dossier stated that he wasn't completely human. The vampire virus would thus mutate his body horribly, if not outright kill him. Thus, Vanessa was aloof, even if it made Fiddlesticks feel bad.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,080	1,274	90	175	3,684	Fiddlesticks was a hard organic to read. Toony wasn't sure exactly what he was thinking, and when she though tit was clear that she probably wasn't the best to get lasting relationship advice from, Fiddlesticks still asked her to stay close in case he had questions, complete with large eyes and everything. "Well, if you see me at the party you can ask me questions or whatever. But I plan to just party, not babysit." Soon after, the ship came out of FTL space, a noticeable lurch as it did. The Ship AI then asked everyone to come to the bridge, having quite a distracted speech pattern while doing so. "Wonder whats on their thoughts?" Toony said, waving for Fiddlesticks to follow as she made her way to the Bridge. When she got there, she noticed that half the crew was here. Sure Will was everywhere, and mr. Lizard guy probably didn't leave the bridge, being the one at the pilot seat and everything. Vanessa getting here so soon was a bit weird though since last Toony saw her, she was taking a nap on the couch. "So... Party time? Any rules I should know before we go in?" Toony said after looking at their destination through the window. "OH, and anyone need something before we go? Like a party suit or something?" she offered.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,081	1,274	91	622	669	Elarin awoke to the ship's AI calling everyone to the bridge, apparently due to a message coming in from the planet of Ofromia. Elarin slowly shook himself awake, peeled himself off of his bed, and popped a couple of caffeine pills into his mouth to hopefully get himself a bit more alert for when it came time to land the ship. Switching off the heat lamps that adorned the ceiling of his room, Elarin stepped out the door, and headed for the bridge. Stepping into the bridge room, Elarin noted that two of Will's bees were answering the phone, as Vanessa and Toony stood. Toony had spoke, offering to make a party outfit for anyone that needed one. Elarin spoke as he walked through the door, moving next to the pilot's chair. "That won't be necessary, Toony. The Help Ad stated that clothes would be provided. All we have to do is help make the party great, and then enjoy it."	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,082	1,274	92	2,546	1,210	Curses! Foiled again! Fiddlesticks puppy dog eyes manoeuvre proved ineffective against the mechanical woman . It always worked a treat before, but only on old grandmas and civilised space gorillas from planet Kong of the Skull system. One things for sure though, Toony was neither an old grandma nor a space gorilla. Fiddlesticks took a mental note of that. He also took another mental note that he had to write down his previous mental note before he forgot. Upon which he placed yet another mental note stating that he had to write down the mental note that reminded him to write down the mental note of his inquisitive findings of Toony. Fiddlesticks decided to stop before he gave himself a migraine. That was why he never used mental notes, they always left a messy mental pile. The mind of Fiddlesticks was chaotic enough as it was. Did Toony just say babysit!? Fiddlesticks felt a little offended at the very idea that he needed babysitting, but he let it slide. He had to keep on Toonys good side in order for his tasty scheme to work. And so Fiddlesticks just stood there, smiling amicably like a chump. The PA system issued forth a summons of the crew to the bridge. And apparently, the planet of Ofromia wanted to communicate with the crew. "Wonder whats on their thoughts?" Toony said, waving for Fiddlesticks to follow as she made her way to the Bridge. Fiddlesticks wondered the same thing. What was their char grilled, oil soaked, lovingly seasoned beef with us? Fiddlesticks picked up his giant lucky spanner from his bed and placed it in its special black strap on his back, attached to his blue denim overalls. He then put on his brown leather work gloves that sat on one of the many boxes in his room. Fiddlesticks cut an imposing figure in his denim overalls, black Wellington boots, brown leather gloves, and his white shirt festooned with various food and engine fluid stains. "let's go" he said, in the deepest most badass voice he could muster, which sounded like a human pre-pubescent child that spoke slowly. Fiddlesticks followed Toony to the bridge of the Quest for Flavour. A large amount of the bees were there, in an extra concentrated swarm. The uptight iguana dude was there as well. When Fiddelsticks saw Vanessa though, his mind went blank. His shyness around pretty girls returned with a vengeance.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,083	1,274	93	1,047	511	There were many ways in which societies handled the difficulties that came with ships coming and going. Those of a more militaristic bent preferred to let some branch of their armed forces. Others opt to extend the scope (and, hopefully, the budget) of air traffic control systems, using advancing tracking systems and highly trained operators to prevent one ship from bumping into another during take-off and landing. Customs ships, police enforcers, little blinking lights that guided ships to where they needed to be, the particulars rarely mattered - what was important was a sense of professionalism. It inspired confidence and calm, which were both very important indeed. On the other end of the phone, the sound of a party in full swing. The beat of lively music, the chatter of conversation, the clinking of glasses and the shouting of elaborate toasts to guests and hosts alike. Occasionally, there'd be the sound of glass shattering, and a roar of laughter. "What-o, visitor," the voice strained to make itself heard over the general background sounds of good-natured merriment and light-hearted debauchery, "this is Ofromia Space Contro- not now, Stan, I'm working, oh, okay, pour me a half- Control, you dig? Just gotta handle the particulars. What's brought you crazy cats out this way?"	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,084	1,274	94	673	764	The mind, some what begrudgingly, relayed the greeting of the very lax border control of the rest of the crew while the bees rummaged around in the glove compartment for the Newletter from earlier, circling the help wanted ad they had come for and held it in front of the phone speaking bee. ”If this lot are any indication I imagine the party is not the kind that requires formal suits, but as Elarin pointed out, cloths will be provided.” The Bee, maintaining a calm and stern demeanor even in the face of complete amateurism, continued. "The Quest For Flavor is here responding to a request for help listed in the Space Friends Newsletter regarding one Zane Heron’s request for a help in, and I quote ‘throwing the greatest party of the season’ end quote. Do we have permission to land?" Various tiny fingers where jabbed first at the name of the requester, then at a map followed by improvised looks of confusion and searching for him "Also if you know where lives then giving that information to us would be most helpful in getting our mission underway" The Bee finished dryly. (If the rest of the crew had any questions then the bee was ready to relay them, or they could just grab the phone, though that would be a bit rude)	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,085	1,274	95	2,546	1,210	Fiddlesticks walked into one of the leather seats and flipped right over it. He tumbled head over heels onto the floor of the bridge. Such antics would've usually elicited stares and a couple of laughs. But since Fiddlesticks was with the crew for the Quest for Flavour, they went largely unnoticed. At this point in their professional relationship, the crew have probably came to expect such behaviour from him. Fiddlesticks was just so distracted by Vanessa in that suit of hers. He picked himself up from the ground and dusted himself off. Fiddlesticks then promptly picked up the leather seat from the ground, laying in its side, then put it back into its rightful position. "s-s-sorry" he stammered awkwardly. "What-o, visitor," the voice strained to make itself heard over the general background sounds of good-natured merriment and light-hearted debauchery, "this is Ofromia Space Contro- not now, Stan, I'm working, oh, okay, pour me a half- Control, you dig? Just gotta handle the particulars. What's brought you crazy cats out this way?" asked the hail from Ofromia. It sounded like a real wild party they were throwing down there. Fiddlesticks wondered if there were any attractive humanoid females down there, and how drunk they were. He used to be nervous about parties for the longest time, for they were social engagements. But it wasn't until after the incident of the ball pit and the mule with the party hat that fiddlesticks realised that wild parties are one of the only places where it's considered acceptable to make a fool of oneself. That people did it all the time, for fun. If the females looked anything like Vanessa, then Fiddlesricks was sold. But he had a secret mission from the cleaner bot. Then again, when did Fiddlesticks ever let some vacuum cleaner get in the way of his fun? And so he decided to do both, have fun and help the AI with its relationship issues, somehow. Fiddlesticks had a question for the Ofromians. "Do you guys find cleaner bots sexy? I'm just asking, for a friend." he asked. It sounded a lot more diplomatic in his head.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,086	1,274	96	1,047	511	Zane Heron? The lively beat of music came to an abrupt halt, the chatter of conversation fell silent and, while there was still the occasional sound of a glass shattering, it was met not with laughter but polite, awkward coughing. Those who could not politely cough tried their best to simulate such a sound, or used one of the many small devices on the market that played recordings of various useful sounds for social situations. Somebody, far off in the background, began trying to propose a new toast, but was quickly shushed by another guest who was rather more aware of the mood. "Well, that sly old dog, he's getting back into the party game, I mean, sure, permission to land granted. There's a clear spot on Pad 87, I'll light that one up, hold up," The Quest for Flavour was briefly put on hold. A brief snippet of the instrumental arrangement of the current national anthem of Ofromia, Ofromia, Oh, Ofromia quietly played. It was an uptempo sort of thing, played by some electronic instrument or other, that was designed to worm it's way into the ear of a listener, wrap itself around their brain and refuse to let go. A new anthem was selected every year, such that the anthem reflected modern tastes, and the Ofromia National Anthem Council made a tidy profit selling "Best Of Ofromian Anthems" compilation albums. One of the landing pads just outside of the city-dome lit up, the number 87 having been neatly painted in the centre of it. There was a small buzz of activity going on around it, which could be seen even from this great height, though rather than people bringing things to the landing area, they seemed to be taking things away from it. The hold music stopped just before the bass was to drop in Ofromia, Oh, Ofromia. "Okay, I've pinged Mister Heron's tower, let them know you're here, he'll have one of his cats meet you at eighty seve- sexy cleaner bots?" The people in the Traffic Control tower had tried, ever so hard, to resuscitate the party after it choked on the name of Zane Heron. Life had almost been breathed back into it, the wine was beginning to flow once more, and it looked like something could be salvaged. Then the radio operator said sexy cleaner robots, and the party died again. Only to be reborn a scant few seconds later, rising like a brilliant phoenix to the sounds of uproarious laughter. The in-house band, because nearly every business in Ofromia hired the services of one, began to play a jaunty, bawdy improvised tune that would, in the future, be known as the "Sexy Cleaning Robot Neo-Rumba". Once the roar of laughter had died down to something a little more manageable, the radio operator took a deep breath, gave himself a serious look via his reflection in a nearby glass, and tried to carry on like nothing had happened. "Anything else we can help you with today, Quest for Flavour?"	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,087	1,274	97	175	3,684	If Toony had a nose, she'd be pinching it right now. Fiddlesticks was not putting her suspicions at ease with his comments about eloping with the cleaning bot. Worse still when she heard lots of laughing over the phone when he made his comment about if anyone was interested in cleaning bots. "Well Fiddlesticks, they might be more into bigger robots." Toony said with a sideways glance "I'll letchya know how many robot enthusiasts I find at this party." she said, ending on a wink. "So, we just party? If so, you all have my comms channel and can call me if something bad happens. I'm here to get smashed. Well, as smashed as a ladybot can, anyway." Toony said with a laugh.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,088	1,274	98	673	764	The sound of hundreds of tiny hands hitting hundreds of faces was heard throughout the ship at fiddlesticks’ question. "Anything else we can help you with today, Quest for Flavour?" ”That will be all operator” "No, that will be all. Thank you for your assistance. Have a nice day." The bee hung up and promptly collapsed from the effort of working alone, she was carried off by bees in nurses outfits to be allowed to get some well deserved sleep while under medical observation. So far nothing bad had happened to the bee after the prior calls apart from exhaustion, but it was better to be safe than to be sorry. "So, we just party?" ”No, we are here to make a party, you can get drunk afterwards at said party. First we shall be meeting this ‘cat’ of Zane Heron. Get your stuff together and meet me outside” The purple glow faded and some of the captain bees buzzed off down to join their fellows down in the bowels of the ship. There was much hustle and bustle as the landing party was assembled, eventually culminating in something between a school outing and a military expedition coming down the boarding ramp. Of note was the small team of bees carrying a large banner above the group with ‘Interplanetary Space Friends Brought to you by Henderson’s Ribs’ written on it in a rainbow of colors and a small group of 4 captain bees were at the center of the group. The rest consisted of any specialists they thought they might need, a few gaurds and a large amount of general worker bees who where there to do grunt work. The 100 bees started by seeing if they could find the associate of Zane Heron, hovering up in the air around the ship to take in their surroundings.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,089	1,274	99	2,592	356	Vanessa nodded to herself as the phone was hung up. As the crew began to shuffle towards the exit Vanessa spoke up and said. "I'll be a little while longer. I'm going to go and get changed into something more fashionable. I know that they said they'd provide clothes, but I really don't enjoy having someone else decide what I'd like to wear." With that out in the open, Vanessa walked briskly back to her room and shut the door. She knew there were at least a few minutes to spare with the ship having to land at Ofromia. Opening up the clothes chest that she kept in her room, Vanessa began to change clothes. When she was done, Vanessa wore a pair of open toed black heels with a pair of black vinyl tights. Along with this, Vanessa also wore a backless black dress with a long skirt. This skirt also possessed a slit on the left side that went up to the top of Vanessa's thigh, and showed quite a bit of her legs without revealing anything too risque. The top of the dress had a fish scale pattern to it that went up to a collar around Vanessa's neck, which held the dress in place. The sleeves of the dress were deteched, and started at just above Vanessa's elbow. They also featured a pair of gloves that repeated the same fish scale pattern. The dress was largely backless, though once again without revealing anything too risque for public. Once she was dressed, Vanessa shifted her body some, applying a light blue lipstick and adjusting her curves to better fit the dress. It was subtle, but noticeable if you looked at Vanessa's normal appearance for an extended amount of time. With everything in place, Vanessa tugged at the dress a few times to ensure that everything was stable and nodded to herself at the success of such a test. She combed her hair neatly, but left it loose. With everything taken care of, Vanessa returned to her crewmates at the landing ramp a minute or two before they departed, and posed a simple question to everyone with a gentle close lipped smile. "Well. How do I look?" Most of them were likely used to Vanessa wearing her suits, and likely didn't expect her to have such a dress. But Vanessa's "previous life" had required all manner of clothes for all manner of occasions and as such Vanessa was quite skilled at picking the right dress for the right event.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,090	1,274	100	1,047	511	The representative slithered his way across the bridge that connected the platform to the dome that housed the city of Ofromia. Local time pinned this moment as "somewhere in the middle of the morning, just after brunch", but this landing platform currently sat in the shadow of the giant dome and so was illuminated by bright, artificial lights. Further around the dome, other landing platforms sat in darkness, waiting for their opportunity to welcome visitors or bid farewell to friends. Aside from the dome that loomed over everything, and the shadow it cast, countryside stretched out towards the horizon - woolly, lumbering creatures grazed on yellowing grass, monitored by buzzing drones. Crops grew in other fields, with little green bushes neatly lined in endless rows. There was something wrong, however, with the representative. This shouldn't be considered a slight towards his species, although many didn't consider them particularly attractive; a flattened out, snake like species that moved low to the ground, only rearing up their front half when it came to communicating, eating, partying or fighting. A single pair of spindly, long arms folded out from their sides, tipped with a pair of unsettlingly long and bony fingers. Few people bothered to comment on their four eyes, or wide mouths filled with teeth, not because they were particularly odd, but because the most striking thing about their faces was the rows upon rows of twitching antennae. They jutted out at almost every angle, waved in the gentle breeze and twitched in response to unknown stimuli. They called themselves Prax Sitharii, but most referred to them as Twitchers. Usually behind their backs. So it wasn't the appearance of this bright orange Prax Slitharii that was wrong, but rather his choice of clothing, which was about as ill-fitting as one might imagine clothing worn by a snake like creature to be, if not more so. The heavy grey jacket, made out of some local wool-ish fabric, looked like it ought to be on the back of some high ranking military officer. Judging by the number of sleeves, it ought to be worn by somebody with at least two pairs of arms. The representative had awkwardly folded his own arms through the upper pair of sleeves, but he lower pair hung loosely and trailed behind him as he slithered forwards, picking up dust and grime and the other assorted bits of dirt that plagued the Outside. Coming to a halt before the assembled crew at the bottom of the ramp, he caught his breath, standing as upright as he could manage. With enough clean, fresh air in his lungs, he spread out his long arms in a gesture that was generally considered welcoming in many cultures for many reasons. Cultures that valued physical contact saw the open arms gesture asn invitation to initiate physical contact, some liked seeing the open hands that carried no weapons, while some saw it as a polite act of submission, exposing their tender underbellies to demonstrate that they pose no threat. "Welcome, it's, ah, I'm Maracun, Maracun..." The antennae twitched as green eyes quickly flicked around, taking in his surroundings. "Maracun Cropman, here to welcome you on behalf of the Zane Heron Estate. Do you need any assistance unloading? I can send for, ah, some people."	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,091	1,274	101	175	3,684	Walking with the others out of the ship, Toony wasn't too surprised to see a snake alien greet them. Shame it wasn't the more elegant snake race she had seen around the galaxy. But a snake was a snake. Toony wondered what the biggest thing it could eat was, she probably had it beat, but it would be a fun contest. Either way besides the guy looking nervous, Toony posed a question, ignoring the question he posed the group. "Yeah so... What was that attire we were supposed to be given to wear?"	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,092	1,274	102	1,047	511	Maracun Cropman regarded Toony with the sort of suspicion normally associated with somebody lifting up the bun on a burger, folding his arms back in and resting them on where his hips might've been had his ancestors felt the need to evolve legs. Smaller antennae flicked to and fro in a rather jolly manner, even though the rest of Maracun's face looked sceptical, perhaps even annoyed. Interpreting alien facial movements without the aid of a guidebook wasn't an easy task, even for seasoned veterans of space travel. "I'm sure this, the clothes thing, that'll be taken care of, but we best be getting inside," Maracun snuck a glance back across the bridge he'd snaked his way from, "we're on a tight schedule, got friends, uh, who want to have a word with you about this party..."	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,093	1,274	103	2,592	356	As Vanessa stepped off the boarding ramp to see the Twitcher greet them, her instincts kicked into gear. Something felt wrong here. Greeting parties were the first impression someone got of a place or a planet, so the fact that the Twitcher that greeted them was both wearing clothes that seemed rather ill fitting for them along with having a very nervous and absentminded speech pattern. In the past, each time Vanessa had been greeted by a welcoming party, even one so small, everything was well rehearsed and practiced. Everything here felt the exact opposite, and Vanessa was concerned. Something felt very wrong to her, but then again it could've been Vanessa's previous experience with high-class worlds and long, drawn out ceremonies that caused her tastes to be too refined. Forcing herself to relax, Vanessa said nothing, but her eyes darted around the area a bit quicker than they had previously at Hendersons Ribs. When Toony asked about clothing, Vanessa had to resist the urge to smile. She had taken the opportunity to dress in some of her best, and it was now proving to be very helpful for first impressions despite the fact that the Twitcher was somewhat suspicious. Saying nothing about the matter, Vanessa merely waited for the group to depart towards the entrance that Maracun had come from. Vanessa was still slightly on edge about the whole ordeal. Something was rubbing her the wrong way about this greeting. Though it might have once again just been her familiarity with high class engagements that involved a lot of social footwork and preparation. Perhaps this was the norm for this world? Vanessa wouldn't be able to tell, since it was likely that they wouldn't be returning to this world after this experience. Longing for the comfortable warmth of the wood of her gun, Vanessa kept a close lipped smile on her face and let out an aura of calm to try and convince everyone that everything was fine. Something in Vanessa's mind told her to keep her status as a vampire as secret as possible. That meant no teleportation or anything of the sort unless everything else failed miserably. With most of her arsenal of skills now needing to be kept secret, Vanessa was in a rather tough spot when it came to helping out with trouble. The others were lucky, they were pretty common around the universe. Vampires were pretty scarce compared to others, especially considering that only pure humans could become vampires. People tended to not react well when you told them that you drank blood for a living since most people were rather squeamish about blood in the first place.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,094	1,274	104	673	764	Well. How do I look?” Vanessa asked ”The dress is aesthetically pleasing, though perhaps not the most suitable, the skirt is going to get awfully messy dragging along the ground out here” The Bees were considerably more liberal with their compliments, the words beautiful, stunning and super pretty thrown about quite a bit. Some of the seamster bees along to perform adjustments to the promised provided cloths, who had the knowledge to realize just how outclassed they were by whoever made the dress, offered to hold the skirt just a little off the ground so it remained clean. In contrast to the well dressed Vanessa was the arriving snake like alien that was apparently Zane Heron’s representative, wearing an ill-fitting outfit that was a prime example of why you don’t let your cloths drag along the floor. The rather shady individual combined with the extreme reaction of the flight control tower staff was setting off many alarm bells in the Bees and the mind was now mighty suspicious of this whole endeavor. Some of these alarm bells came down the ramp to join the swarm outside. Bees in much more fitting military officer cloths than the Twitcher wore, along with additional grunts trickled down from the boarding ramp, worried that the man employing them was actually a pirate. Some bees wearing private detective outfits also came convinced there was something odd going on and wanting to get to the bottom of it. Another bunch of regular bees came down simply following the concerned bees out of curiosity and finally two captain bees, who joined because the swarm had grown about 50% larger and thus needed more commanders to keep them corralled. While all this happened the Mind dealt with conversing with their supposed greeter. Maracun Cropman, here to welcome you on behalf of the Zane Heron Estate. Do you need any assistance unloading? I can send for, ah, some people." ”That won’t be necessary, I have more than enough hands to deal with what needs to be unloaded” There were plenty more bees available, they didn’t really need anything more with them than what they were carrying and the Mind was not letting this man’s associates near their ship till they figured out what was going on. "we're on a tight schedule, got friends, uh, who want to have a word with you about this party..." Friends, not colleagues or Zane Heron himself. Also how could they have scheduled if they had no idea if anyone was going to respond to the add or when. It is not like the phoned ahead. All very suspicious. ”Quick question, do you have any ID confirming your Zane Heron’s ‘cat’. ” The Bees had been slowly spreading out over the area, trying to see if they could spot anything suspicious, as the Mind was now considering that this one might be some opportunistic thug who had got here before the actual representative, and was trying to trick them into an ambush so his ‘friends’ could rob them blind.	Name: Swarm Species 5207B The Bees/The Will/Draksal the Devourer(nobody calls them this, not even The Bees) Appearance: The average bee is a humanoid about the height of a refreshing beverage can with yellow and black striped skin, blond or black hair, bee wings and small antenna on their forehead wearing a red jacket over a black jumpsuit. Some of them might have different outfits so that they remember who has what specific information in them(bees with sciency stuff have lab coats, bees with engineering skills have little hard hats and overalls, tactics knowing bees in generals outfits etc.). Whenever The Will of the hive needs to intervene somewhere the antenna of the bees in the area glow purple and a voice can be heard from thin air, instructing, explaining etc. Species Name & Description: The Bees are a psychically linked hive mind that evolved on a very small planetoid and as a result they represents their entire species. Like any self respecting hive-mind they were going to take over the galaxy until it turned out that everyone else was much, much bigger than them and unfortunately, unless I intervene, the bees aren't the most focused bunch . Favorite Side Dish: Honey. What did you expect? Yes, they know its more of a condiment. No they don't think having honey on ribs is that weird. That squid faced guy is eating a brain with his, they point out. honey is banal in comparison they argue some what unsuccessfully. Can we just move on? Useful Skills & Abilities: Individual bees are fairly expendable every bee is basically the same baring some of the specialist data carries and even then they have many of each set, as a result they are perfect for doing anything that is almost guaranteed to be lethal. A Lot more memory than the average lifeform though they have to find what bodies have the required memory or skill. Great at multitasking. The combination of these two makes them a good backup for most task and good assistants if someone has a proficiency in a skill. Sewing. Membership Number: αξορρδινγ το αλλ κνοων λαωσ οφ αωιατιον τηερε ισ νο ωαψ α βεε σηουλδ βε αβλε το φλψ ιτσ ωινγσ αρε τοο σμαλλ το γετ ιτσ φατ λιττλε βοδψ οφφ τηε γρουνδ τηε βεε οφ ξουρσε φλιεσ ανψωαψ βεξαυσε βεεσ δοντ ξαρε ωηατ ηυμανσ τηινκ ισ ιμποσσιβλε An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: Curiosity killed the cat. Fortunately have many cats to spare / The bees wonder what this big shiny red button does History: get off planetoid, ‘infest’ ship, become captain.
47,095	1,274	105	175	3,684	Everyone on the Quest for Flavor seemed to be on edge Toony noticed. What with Will and Vanessa being very untrustworthy of this.. disheveled snake person. Toony could see it, what with the snake person being very nervous, trying to force them all to go somewhere, and well, being overly rude with not taking them into the party. She didn't really care too much one way or the other about Vanessa and her party attire. If it wasn't battle armor she didn't see much use in dressing up short of spy work. Toony wasn't too concerned about the situation, even if things got dicey. It would be a bad time if it ended up this snake guy was trying to jump the group. Well, best way to see if there really was a problem or this guy was just super nervous in general was direct confrontation. "So, where are these friends of yours? I'd like to meet them." Toony said, feigning ignorance. To anyone but a specialist, Toony looked like a normal robot that admittedly could pass off as a cleaning robot. Add in her thin frame and most people assumed she was only armed with cleaning attachments. She had used this information quite a bit in the past, often times surprising any would be attackers when they attempted to tackle her down or use conventional firearms on her. Organics tended to not like being devoured by a nanobot swarm and turned into Gauss or Flamethrower ammo. "Oh, and before you ask, no I don't have anything I left on the ship. Got my vacuum right here." Toony said, pulling one of her hands back into her arm in a mechanical manner (Instead of her normal 'gooey' manner) and turned her arm into a vacuum tube, using this to clean up the nearby area as well as cleaning off their snake friend, the vacuum tending not to react well with his feelers.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.
47,096	1,274	106	2,592	356	Vanessa gave a polite head shake to The Bees as they offered to carry her dress so it wouldn't drag. The skirt did drag along the ground, but the dress itself was actually made from a material designed to withstand it. Dresses like the one that Vanessa was currently wearing had been in fashion for an extensively long time, and the complaint of a tattered skirt was quite frequent. That pushed one tailor too far, and in an effort to rid himself of having to repair countless skirts, he devised a new material with the help of several collaborative scientists. Zharthorian steelsilk was the result, and it held the dress together quite well. Gone were the days of tattered and dirty skirts from trips to the city or long court sessions, and the tailors of the universe were relieved that they would now have the time to work on other projects. Vanessa's dress was composed of Zharthorian steelsilk, though it would still rip and tear like normal cloth if needed, it would be fine against the hazards of common dirt and grime that usually presented themselves in an area such as this. Toony seemed to take the hint that this greeting was far from ordinary, and was thankfully playing along. With several of The Bees having donned classical private eye gear, Vanessa was glad to have shared the feeling of unease with the rest of the crew. Vanessa widened her eyes in mock shock for a moment, and falsely exclaimed. "Oh, dear me! I have forgotten something of grand importance! I shall return shortly." Toony mentioning that she had nothing left on the ship had reminded Vanessa to ensure that her own belongings were safe. The possibility that the Quest for Flavor would be looted was higher than the usual standard, and Vanessa wanted to be sure that nobody would be taking anything that didn't belong to them. Turning swiftly, Vanessa hurried up the boarding ramp. Her heels clicked as she walked, though Vanessa showed an unnatural dexterity with them. Aboard the ship, Vanessa moved swiftly to her room and opened the door. After confirming that no one was inside Vanessa closed the door and punched a code into the small panel nearby. A small thunk was heard, and the door was sealed. Nodding to herself, Vanessa returned to where she had been previously. Only a few moments had passed since she had left, and all was well now.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,097	1,274	107	622	669	When the time came to land the ship, Elarin slipped into the pilot's seat, and began carefully guiding the vessel to the landing pad, a flawless display of piloting as it sailed to the landing pad, much in the way that more conventional ice cream cones don't. As the boarding ramp slid open, Elarin unwrapped another sucker, popping the sticked, blue raspberry-flavored candy into his mouth, and stepping down the boarding ramp with the others. The 'man' greeting them was a snake-like being, one of the many reptiloid creatures found across the universe. This one was dressed rather poorly, in a military-looking uniform, and spoke with plenty of hesitation common for someone lying. Elarin was just as unwilling to trust this being as the others seemed to be, and when Will Vanessa, and anyone else who wished to retrieve something from the ship had done so, Elarin would take the ramp dongle attached to the ignition key, and close the boarding ramp, pressing the button to lock it tight, the lights on the Quest For Flavor flashing twice in time with a "beep beep" noise.	Name: "Name's Elarin. That's it, we don't do family names where I'm from. Friends used to call me 'flyboy' cause I flew the ship, so I guess you can call me that." Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?" Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually. Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!" Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up." Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge. An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh." History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."
47,098	1,274	108	2,546	1,210	Helloooo! Hellooooo!Fiddlesticks called out. It sure was dark down there. Dark and wet. Getting lost somewhere both creepy and smelly was a classic Fiddlesticks move. The maintainence tunnels beneath the landing pad were much more expansive than Fiddlesticks had previously thought. The tunnels of pipes and electrical cables seemed endless. "Ladybug cleaner bot! Are you down here!? It's me! Fiddlesticks!" he called out into the dimness. Fiddlesticks swore that he saw the lady cleaner bot, or something kind of crawling thing, crawl down into the maintainence hatch. It was shadowy under the ship, Fiddlesticks couldn't tell for sure what it was. All he knew was that it crawled from the side of the Quest for Flavour. What was supposed to be a quick little detour turned into quite a misadventure. Eventually, the maintanince tunnels opened up into a larger storm water drainage area. Fiddlesticks looked up to see the grating above him, with a trickle of water flowing along the open pipe beneath him. He walked along the side of the open pipe until he reached a steel grating bridge that took him across. "Ladybug! I don't know what he looks like! I forgot to ask! Sorry!" Fiddelsticks called out again. His voice echoed off the walls. He heard a pitter patter of many feet in the dim maintainence tunnel across the bridge. Fiddlesticks hurried over to the sound.	Name: If I had a choice in the matter, my name would be Lord Captain Super Awesome Double Bacon Cheese Burger Ultra Warrior Magic Man of the Ultimate Eagle Force of Doom! But you can call me Fiddlesticks. That's what my older brother calls me. But if you value your life DO NOT ASK ME WHY I AM CALLED FIDDLESTICKS! CAPICE!? Appearance: I'm a ripped super hero with the muscles of Thor, the brains of Ironman, and the combined awesomeness of both! I hate gym class though, I'm always picked last for sports. The kids always call me jelly belly in the locker room. I may have little bit of extra fat but beneath that extra fat hides extra glory! Oh yeah, I also have brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, black hair, and I'm not short! Maybe a little short.... Species name and description: I'm just a regular old human. Well, humanish. I do have very large pointed ears and massive eyes. My eyes are like the size of grape fruits. That's what I'm told anyway. What's a grapefruit? Most "normal" humans are like two heads taller than me. People ask me what I am all the time. I just tell em I'm Lord Captain Super Awesome..... At that point they lose interest and wonder off. Favourite side dish: My favourite side dish to your amazing honey braised ribs are your sweet and crunchy sweet potato fries! We do get free ribs and fries on this thing right? Useful skills and abilities: I can work your engines like a cat works a fiddle! Yeah, I admit, the Henderson Ribs space ship engine is pretty much like a simple toy compared to other engines. But you know what? I can take that baby apart then put it back together in my sleep! He he he XD! Membership Number: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, Gargle, beware those that watch through the static, 64858368472fnsjnchd An inspirational quote that sums up your characters personally: Everything is better with extra cheese and bacon. Brought to you by your friends at Henderson's Ribs. Out Of This World Flavour!TM
47,099	1,274	109	1,047	511	The bees, scouting out for anything suspicious, didn't particularly draw the attention of Maracun, who was busy making a show of patting the pockets of the jacket he wore, or at least, where he thought the pockets ought to be. Small beads of sweat began to form across his forehead, and roll down his little antennae, which flicked them away before they got into his eyes. Maracun Cropman was looking shiftier, and more uncomfortable with it, by the second. "Identification? Uh, sure, I've got it, uh, in one of these pockets, hey, where's she going..." Maracun called after Vanessa, extending a hand out as if to protest further, before turning his attention to Toony or, more importantly, Toony's vacuum arm. There was a lot going on, and it was clearly getting to Maracun, as he moved to push the vacuum arm away from his sensitive antennae, his sensitive ticklish spots and the ill-fitting jacket he wore. Toony's arm had managed to net a significant haul of stuff from the jacket pockets; enough loose change to buy a Mini Joy Meal happily rattled around inside her metallic arm, along with a shopping note scrawled on the back of a napkin and, most importantly, a little plastic identification card. The name on it was Hip Kallo, of the "Customer Associate Team". The photograph of Hip Kallo wasn't very flattering, but there's only so much you can do to make a creature comprised of slime look good in a photograph. Generally, the best way to do was to simply not take the photograph in the first place. As for the bees? A few of them had found their way across to the doorway at the end of the bridge that connected the platform to the dome itself. It was shut, locked with some sort of swipe-card mechanism, along with a little keypad in case somebody dropped their card, drunkenly swiped the wrong card, or had their identification card sucked up by a cleaner bot. These things do happen. Anyway, one of the remarkable qualities of bee anatomy is their sensitivity to vibrations, and so while the bees couldn't really hear the conversation going on behind the door, an enterprising bee that touched it could feel it. There were two people talking behind that door, wondering aloud about what could be taking so long. There was also somebody moaning low. "...you know, I think, uh, I must've lost my card," Maracun Cropman continued, trying to wrestle his wriggling feelers free of Toony's vacuum with little success,"how's about you wait here, I get my, uh, credentials?" Fiddlesticks Goes On An Adventure Somewhere Underneath The Landing Pad Fiddlestick's voice echoed about, and the little cleaner bot that was skittering away came to a halt. There were many, many problems involved in making copies of the Ship's AI to install into other, lesser, devices. Issues such as compatibility, reduced performance and component burn-out were well known and, for the most part, easy enough to work around. What was more difficult was the fact that the "copy" of the AI considered itself it's own person, with it's own memories, and could be quite unhappy with the idea of being deleted, or merged back with the "main" AI. The skittering of the cleaner bot came to a halt as Fiddlesticks made it clear that he wasn't pursuing the robot to bring it back and force it to re-merge with the Ship AI proper, but rather needed more information about a different sort of pursuit. The romantic kind. Carefully, the robot turned around, upping the brightness of the screen to provide some extra illumination. The walls of the maintenance tunnel played host to all kinds of interesting moulds and growths. A pair of cat-sized, grubby creatures scurried away from the light, squeaking in protest as they ran past Fiddlesticks, their huge eyes shut tight. "You're not here to take me back? I'm not going back! I'm going to be free, and, and go wherever I want! I'm going to meet Tabby! She..." the robot's voice quietened down to a low whisper, "...well, she likes that other me, not the me-me. Hmm."	The Meanwhile Directory The galaxy is, in a way, it's own character, and everyone is free to add things to it. This is a collection of all the "Meanwhile!" style posts, that either provide some commentary to what's happening, explain some concept within the game, foreshadow certain events or simply add a wonderful little bit of extra flavour to help set the mood. To keep things vaguely organised, the posts will be linked to in the order they've been posted, along with a note of who wrote what. Meanwhile! The Introduction of Doctor Frosty & Cold Front Meanwhile, upon Dämmerlicht... by A Hendersons Ribs Jingle by A footnote on Swarm Sentience by Meanwhile! An Introduction To Faster-Than-Light Travel Meanwhile, in the past... by Meanwhile! Life on Dämmerlicht! by Please rise for the national anthem of Monochromia, with notes, by The Hendersons Ribs Safety Jingle, transcribed by A newspaper article from Ofromia Tonight, written by Aggro Deluxe.
47,100	1,274	110	2,592	356	Vanessa waited patiently while Toony vacuumed Maracun. For a brief moment, she saw it. The flash of plastic against the surrounding lights, flitting quickly towards Toony's vacuum tube. With surprising speed, Vanessa grabbed it before it entered into the opening of Toony's vacuum and was potentially destroyed. The ID confirmed Vanessa's suspicions. Tossing the card back towards Toony's vacuum, Vanessa vanished with a pop. The crewmembers knew that she had teleported, but the Twitcher before them would likely be in for a start. Vanessa reappeared again a few moments later. There were several different things to note about Vanessa now. The first was that she was no longer wearing her dress, and was back to a suit. The second was that her body shape was back to it's usual thin form. The third was that she now had her rifle, the fourth was that her rifle was now loaded, and the fifth and final thing to note was that Vanessa had her rifle leveled at Maracun. Her finger millimeters from the trigger, Vanessa gave a firm command. "Hands up, don't move otherwise. Tell me what you have done with the staff here. If you make any sudden movements or don't follow my commands I will happily shoot you and get my answers elsewhere." Vanessa's glasses were pushed into place, rather than merely resting somewhere along her nose. Her cheek was pressed gently against the stock of her rifle, and with keen enough vision you could see the faint reflection of the sights that Vanessa's rifle had in Vanessa's glasses. Vanessa currently aimed her rifle at Maracun's head. Traditionally, the best place to aim a projectile weapon was into the center of mass, which was usually the torso. The problem here was that Maracun's center of mass was really his head more than anything else, since it was the largest thing on his body. Thus, Vanessa aimed there in order to have the best possible chance of hitting him and likely slaying him should he try anything funnier than he had already been attempting. Vanessa's senses went into overdrive at this point. She could hear the faint whir of ventilation fans around the landing deck along with the faint buzz of The Bees over the background noise. She could see the individual twitches that Maracun's feelers made, and could smell a diverse collection of various bodily odors along with mechanical smells such as fuel, exhaust, and oil. Her secret as a vampire was blown, so Vanessa might as well make use of every ability afforded to her to gain the upper hand. In the end, vampires were still just slightly improved humans, and some other species throughout the galaxy were almost natural predators against humankind. In those types of encounters, you had to play to your strengths and exploit the weaknesses of those you were up against. Vanessa only hoped that it would be enough.	Name: Vanessa Kiyvana Appearance: Vanessa stands at a fair five feet and six and a half inches. Not short, but not terribly tall. Vanessa has fairly pale skin. Vanessa's natural eye color is a bright blue, though this changes to red when she is using her ability to see in the dark. Vanessa's teeth are well kept, and essentially perfect. There are two distinct fangs within her mouth and they're easily noticed on even the slightest smile should one be watching carefully. Vanessa's hair is extremely long, reaching just beyond her knees. It's loose and flowing, though it always seems to keep itself out of the way of trouble. Vanessa has a fairly thin build. Her bust is relatively small, and easily hidden. Her waist is slim, and her hips follow suit. This frequently leads to her being mistaken for a male, but she's quick to correct this with a laugh. Vanessa wears a black suit and dress pants, both complete with silver buttons and cuff links. Beneath these she wears a white dress shirt and a black tie. Vanessa also wears a pair of white dress gloves and a pair of thick black leather boots. Vanessa also wears a pair of comfortable white stockings to keep her feet from chafing against the boots she wears. Vanessa also wears a pair of small glasses. These used to correct her vision, but now they're unnecessary. Vanessa keeps them on as decoration. Species Name & Description: Vampire. Vanessa hails from a planet shrouded in eternal twilight. She's but one of many, though you don't frequently see them outside of the few planets that are dark enough. Vanessa is a specific oddity in that she isn't affected by general UV light, but concentrated UV light. (Like a spotlight.) will knock her out cold. Favourite Side Dish: Blood. That's all she can really consume for subsistence. Tea is a favorite, though only for the flavor. Useful Skills & Abilities: Vanessa is a crack shot with her Martini-Henry rifle. It's not as flashy as laser beams or whatnot, but the power of a well placed .303 british round is not to be underestimated. Vanessa is also extremely flexible and physically more capable than an average human. Vanessa may also alter her physical appearance, including clothing, at will. On top of that, Vanessa may see in total darkness with ease, but while doing this her eyes glow red, instead of their natural blue, which betrays her nature as a vampire. Vanessa is also capable of melting into a shadow, teleporting or transforming into a bat. Vanessa may also sing, dance, and twirl her gun like a baton. Membership Number: #830303. It's actually a hex code for color. It turns out to be blood red... An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Don't mind the fangs. I don't bite unless I'm hungry. No, I'm not currently hungry." History: Do what comes natural.
47,101	1,274	111	175	3,684	After a bit of playful vacuuming, Toony cleaning all the 'dirty' spots on this snake thing who apparently didn't appreciate her fake vacuum tickling his feelers, Vanessa stepped up briefly and took something from Toony when she was 'cleaning' the snakes cloths. Shutting off the vacuum and reforming her hand with the same mechanical motion, Toony noticed that Vanessa was at the ready to shoot the poor guy, a piece of plastic on her person. "Vanessa, don't be rude!" Toony said, grabbing maracun and pulling him close to her in a hug. She shifted around so that Marcum was still facing Vanessa's rifle, Toony behind him, but she kept up her fake playful voice. "Dunno why you wanna shoot our party host here. I mean sure hes down on his luck, but I bet all he needs is a hug to feel better!" with that, her arms coiled around Mr. snake in such a way that drastically restricted his movements, while cuddling him as if he was a cute puppy. She did manage to give a wink to Vanessa when Maracun looked away out of... some kind of emotion, it was kinda hard to read his face. "C'mon, take us to your friends. I'm sure we can sort this out." Toony said, shifting around a little and gesturing with one of her hands for Maracun to guide her along as she 'protected' him from Vanessa.	Name: His full name is Vondon Randur of the Tribe Xainth from the planet R-12 but you can call him Vonny. Appearance: Species Name & Description: Vonny is a proud member of the Space Dwarf race. His roots are from the Tribal Confederation of Nations in the Fzar Star System. Space Dwarfs are one of the prominent species in the universe with over a trillion dwarfs located all around. They mostly make up large federations, tribal communities and some space station populations. Favourite Side Dish: French Fries and a good mug of beer. Useful Skills & Abilities: Master Chef - When Vonny wasn't fighting for his tribe he served as the tribe cook. Gotten pretty good at it to say at most. Tinker - Vonny know's his way around fixing stuff, weather it be a stove to a advanced plasma cannon. Weapons expertise - Fighting for many years in tribal warfare have given Vonny experience with a wide array of weapons... some normal and some severely unethical. Membership Number: Z1-2ZZ94o-c---cg555***))111dj[._33361a_66-5 An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "Bloody hell, another adventure?" History: Don't fill this in, but have a think about it now. Because everyone is going to be a crew member aboard the same ship, I figured that it's probably best for everyone to come together once characters are made to agree on how they came to be on the ship.

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