forum Sci-fi Roleplay??

Started March 05, 2018 by Squishy

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Our story begins in a rather well loved(worn down) bar, in a rather poor(seedy) part of the city. For reasons unknown, the patrons of this bar tend to keep to themselves, and are rather protective of the owner. People sit on well worn stools(but not the creaky one in the corner) and in shadowed booths. Another thing that sets the bar, Cretins aside, is the patrons it caters too. For being on Terra, it is quite accepting of alien customers, as long as they can pay for their drinks. On one of the many nights spent in the bar, a few, possibly not quite humans meet. By the end of the night, the entire group will have gotten drinks, gotten friends, and gotten kicked out. (We, these lovely people, are that group. I welcome you to a new session of Dungeons, and Darker Dungeons, and Maybe Dragons.)

(…since no one's really starting besides the setting, guess i'll start!)

Valentina Grandstovian prided herself on her two special innate super abilities. One, she was good at killing people. Two…she was funny. Tonight was her night to shine. The pimply faced bar tender glared at her, already recognizing her as a menace to his fine establishment. She smiled at him, winking her third eye flirtatiously. Whoever came in to the bar after she did was in for a real treat: her. "One martini, please."

Elizia strolled into the bar, eager to finally have a drink she payed for herself. The Lovuthan theocracy had at last loosened it's grip on her, so she could finally go hunting for the technologies they wouldn't dare touch. Let them worship their gods; she was a Mechanist. She was born to rebel, just as her sister did.

But first, she wanted a drink.

She sat at the counter, and decided to go for Brella's reccomendation, "I'll have a whiskey, please and thank you."

Some human-esque girl with three eyes was sipping a martini, with a look on her face that told Elizia she was looking for a hookup. Elizia paid her no mind, and instead waited patiently for her drink.

Here's my character
Name: Axion Stellar
Role: Commander of Star Corps
Home Planet: Arcielon
Looks: Short brown hair, cyborg
Personality: Gruff and stern
Age: 23
Powers: Cyborg stuff like missiles and lasers
Backstory: worked with Star Corps, in one mission he lost part of his body, got cyborg parts. He restored Star Corps after the attacks from both the Croxeads and Apoch

Axion Stellar walks in with his cyborg arm preparing to shoot a stun missile. "Everyone stop what your'e doing. A criminal has been revealed to be hiding in this joint. Tell me where he is him or I will have to shut it down in the name of Star Corps!"

Elizia froze for a second, then turned around to see the Commander, his arm cycling a yellow-tipped Mk.3 stun missle. Not the most tame of weapons.

She rose from her seat slowly, bringing her whiskey along with her, and brought herself face to face with the commander, "Why, aren't you a bit aggressive? Maybe you would do better to not give yourself away when hunting someone." She burped, and with that realized what she was doing. She had approached a commander of Star Corps, a pissed-off looking one at that.

And she was already tipsy after half a glass of whiskey.

"Oh c'mon," Valentina laughed, "loosen up, mate. Have a beer, on me." She strode towards the Star Corps minion like a predator on the hunt. Her smile was…weird. It was adorable, but deadly. That's how she described It, anyway. Wrapping her arm around the dude's shoulder, she led him to the bar.

(I mean top commander. Not some officer. Axion is completely in charge. That doesn't mean your characters need to know that though.) Axion pushes her arm off and begins to search through the rum barrels

Valentina pouted, slinking back to her seat with a deep frown. She watched the man rummage through the bar. Slowly, amusement started to spread across her countenance. "You are no fun," she remarked.

Axion finally finds an illegal substance in a barrel. He types a command into his arm. Axion calls for the bartender. "Where did you get this? It was outlawed years ago by Star Corps! We may have a problem, old man."

About twenty Star Corps Security-Bots surround the building, each armed with plasma cannons.

"Leave 'im alone, the old guy's practical deaf anyway," Val said, her voice getting louder and louder. She wanted to get on this guy's nerves. He looked like the type to pretend he's all cool until snap! he's not. Val grinned at the thought. "Say, you know I'm a bounty hunter, right?"

Elizia, aware only of the shouting and craziness going on in front of her, began to worry about how far this could go. She decided that she had to clear up the situation somehow. She began to rummage through the inner pockets of her jacket.

"Bounty Hunter, eh? I'll pay you 1,000 units to find the criminal." Axion replied.

Axion uses his liquid storage system to extract all the illegal substance.

"Ooooh, that's a deal!" Valentina rubbed her hands together. "But…not here, love. This place's sacred." She placed her hand over her heart in a histrionic fashion.

"I just want that man arrested. He's dangerous." Axion replies.

Elizia called up another whiskey, sighing in relief that things hadn't turned so ugly as she had thought, then took one of her spare shock charges into her pocket, ready to grab in case things still went south. She walked back up and offered the whiskey to the Commander.

"May I suggest you settle down for a bit?" While she talked, she gave the equipment on his arm a lookover. Mini missile launcher, data processing, and what looked like a heat sink to handle temperature spikes from an energy weapon. He was kitted, she would give him that.

A new voice joins the fray. Snorting, a pale skinned, nearly white haired man buts in. "Ol' Jim is as about as dangerous as my left pinky toe, I highly doubt he even knew it was there, or did you forget what kind of place you were in?" The newcomer drawls, gesturing to the rest of the mostly alien patrons. He tips his drink, something purple and amber, to the cop. "C'mon, sit down and ave a drink, I'll pay." The man offers.

"Finally, someone with sense." Valentina waved at him, her entire face lighting up with excitement. He was kind of cute, too. She hadn't seen anyone with pure white hair in a while. She tried to remember what corner of the universe he could have hailed from, but drew a blank. Whatever. That just made him exotic. She grinned at him.

Omorfiá watched the whole scene go down from the far corner of the bar, sipping her Sugar-ale (their version of a Shirley Temple). She laughed at the ridiculousness of the two women trying to get the Star Corps officer to have a drink. They were clearly drunk already, and the one had barely started her first drink. This was why she didn't do alcohol, it numbed the mind and made you do and see strange things.

The white haired man gives Valentina a smile, and in a low, lazy drawl calls to her. "Names Pollux, an if the nice copper isn't gonna take me up on a drink, I may as well offer one to you, doll." He smiles softly, invitation clear in his golden-red eyes. Wondering if she is a Cupid, as they don't often come to Terra. Pollux turns his gaze back on the officer, "Leave ol' Jim alone, yeah? He isn't a threat to you or your Core, Mr…?" he trails off.

"Pollux," she repeated, drawing out his name as though she were tasting it on her tongue. "The name's Valentina Grandstovian. You may have heard of me." She beckoned him over to the bar, elegantly tossing her half-finished martini to the floor so that he would buy her a new one.

This is going to be interesting, Omorfiá thought with a smile.

He walks over, with a grace indicative of his species. He motions to the bartender, "Get the pretty lady another drink, would ya? Thanks Jim." His voice is rich and smooth, an accent breaking through. He sips his drink, smelling the delicate spices and rum. Pollux smiles at her, speaking softly. "What're we going to do about the cop, doll? No way to have real fun with a copper in the bar. Besides, this place is sacred."