Binary Stars (An Original Space Opera)
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
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amazing.It's been a while since last post but I've seen some activity in wordbuilding thread so I guess it's not dead.
I had a thing I kinda wanted to do when this quest started and here it is.
1 Results: Training, Promotions and Trust
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
-[X]Personal Combat: You could use a bit more personal training in combat, as spies and assassins could possibly show up. DC: 1 Reward: +1 to 2 to combat, New Ally? Rolled:1D100 =>1
It would seem that training at your off-hours was fruitful. You were alone for much of the time that you were training, only getting a few onlookers from the bridge crew. They were there both to cheer you on as you got your ass kicked by the simulator and to get a look at your… well, less than normal-looking body.
Perverted fucks.
You fell into a very… relaxed routine for an ensign of your position. You ran five miles, you did as many pushups your body could handle, enough sit ups to make your old drill instructor cringe in both envy and pride, and tried desperately to not allow your top to slip.
It was thankful, that when your top did slide, one of the sergeants were there to kick everyone's ass about it.
You wanted to thank her, but the Sargent left as quickly as she came.
Reward: +1 to Combat skill. The Sargent was too busy with their duties to assist you with your training, but they did protect you from onlookers hoping for a free show.
-[X]Request a promotion to Become Tactical Officer: It seems that the Tactical Officer, A Jasmine Roofe, is currently in medical for an engine burns from a previous assignment. You think you see your chance to get promoted. DC Type (Personal/Diplomacy/Military): 25 Reward: You become Tac Officer. Rolled:1D100 => 83+16=99
You felt a strange sense of unease as you walked into the Prince's quarters, and he was sitting at his desk reading through files. "Sit." He ordered without even looking up.
You nodded, sat down in front of him, and waited.
"When I assigned you here, most of the Admiralty did not see anything special in you. Only a woman from a noble family, who clearly had more beauty in her than grit." The prince stated. "You are nothing special in their eyes. You were a mediocre student, a passable commander, and didn't even get the usual post-graduation promotion that comes unspoken with every noble scion." He paused and swept the files away. "And now, you are on the Pride of the Empire, the greatest ship ever built by human hands. Under the command of your prince as his Tactical Officer." He interlaced his fingers and leaned back, setting those fingers onto the table. "What do you see in yourself, that I see?"
"I'm not going to take your bullshit and cryptic messaging sir." You stated bluntly. "If you are removing me from my post, tell me instead of of being vague and uninteresting."
The prince leaned forward. "You certainly carry a tongue. One that the instructors clearly never beat out of you."
You narrowed your eyes. "Sir, I am being respectful, your Grace. I just don't like people who think my mind is completely invalid because of how I look."
The prince nodded. "Indeed." He paused. "Then let me repeat myself: I am assigning you as tactical officer. Consider it your graduation promotion."
"Sir?" You raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"It seems Officer Roofe had numerous illegal stimulants and brain modifications done to her prior to coming aboard the Pride. Modifications that were not standard issue." He stated, taking a very long look at you from head to toe as he said those words, which made you cross your arms reflexively. "While you lack a tactical computer, I'm sure your own abilities to read a fleet situation will more than make up for it." He stated.
You stood and saluted. "Yes your Grace. I won't fail you sir."
"Good. I need a good officer I can trust." He stated. "You are dismissed. Get out of my office."
Reward: You are now the Tactical Officer of the Pride of the Empire. Expectations have been placed onto you.
-[X]The Bridge Crew: You do not know the Bridge crew of the Ship as well as you should, given that you are a new transfer onto the ship. You need to change that. DC: 25 Reward: You meet your fellow Bridge Crew, and your bond may grow. Rolled:1D100 => 72+4=76
You were at the mess hall when the off-duty bridge crew grabbed you and took you to their table. "Ah, there she is. Our new Tac officer!" You heard a voice call out.
You turned and saw the speaker. And then tried not to sigh. "Looke. Lovel." You sighed at the gunnery chief as he waved. "Where's Kail and Gregory?" You asked.
"They're off duty, where do you think they are?" Looke replied as you sat down next to him. "Drunk on contraband."
Great, that was going to reflect poorly on the bridge crew. "You know that once we reach Core space, they will get court-marshaled if they keep up their antics."
Lovel laughed. "Not a chance. Kail and Greg may not be perfect, but their damn fine spacers." He replied.
The gunnery chief and the man behind the Pride's main weaponry was a rather short, bald-shaven man, with a prosthetic arm he'd gained before he became an officer. The ship he'd been serving on, Greatsword of the Spire, had crashed into Talon V during a training exercise. He always kept a smile, despite the pain you could see he felt from waving his robotic arm.
"So tell me, Cornelia, what's a noble like you, title and all, want to try and join the navy? No offense, you don't look like the type that would join?" Lovel asked as he continued to eat his food. "You kinda stand out. And I'm not talking about the things you can't control."
You looked down at your body and frowned before replying. "Well, I wanted to be more than a pretty trophy wife for some vapid nobleman who believed my beauty was all I was worth." You replied. "What about you? Any grand adventures that may enlighten us all?"
Lovel laughed. "Ah… so a bit of rebellion in your mind. I'm going, to be honest, I joined because I was too poor to join a spaceship crew for the private sector, and my Da was…" He paused before laughing again. "He was a bit a cunt, but he always gave me some good advice about how to handle myself in any situation." He replied. "Not like me Pa, of course, he was the kinder of the two."
"No mother?" You asked.
Lovel shook his head. "Come on Cornelia? Just because the blue-bloods frowns upon men in relationships doesn't mean their impossible, or illegal… not that I blame you, nobles are always pricks."
You frowned. "Present company excluded of course." Lovel smiled.
"I'm surprised you're not a higher rank." Looke stated to you. "Nobles usually pay for their commissions and become lieutenants by now."
"I chose the academy route because I wanted to earn the rank." You stated. "And I'm not like most nobles."
"You can say that again Cornelia. I'd say half the ladies of the Empire would pay a fortune to find out how you got the body you have." Lovel replied as he finished eating.
Well, all you had to go through was your parents paying a highly skilled and morally bankrupt cartel of scientists to screw with your DNA when you were an embryo. But sure. That was a payment. "I'm sure they would." You replied.
Reward: Helmsman Harry Looke and Gunnery chief John Lovel have been met in ernest. They like you quite a bit for not being the average noble.
AN: Enjoy.
It would seem that training at your off-hours was fruitful. You were alone for much of the time that you were training, only getting a few onlookers from the bridge crew. They were there both to cheer you on as you got your ass kicked by the simulator and to get a look at your… well, less than normal-looking body.
Perverted fucks.
You fell into a very… relaxed routine for an ensign of your position. You ran five miles, you did as many pushups your body could handle, enough sit ups to make your old drill instructor cringe in both envy and pride, and tried desperately to not allow your top to slip.
It was thankful, that when your top did slide, one of the sergeants were there to kick everyone's ass about it.
You wanted to thank her, but the Sargent left as quickly as she came.
Reward: +1 to Combat skill. The Sargent was too busy with their duties to assist you with your training, but they did protect you from onlookers hoping for a free show.
-[X]Request a promotion to Become Tactical Officer: It seems that the Tactical Officer, A Jasmine Roofe, is currently in medical for an engine burns from a previous assignment. You think you see your chance to get promoted. DC Type (Personal/Diplomacy/Military): 25 Reward: You become Tac Officer. Rolled:1D100 => 83+16=99
You felt a strange sense of unease as you walked into the Prince's quarters, and he was sitting at his desk reading through files. "Sit." He ordered without even looking up.
You nodded, sat down in front of him, and waited.
"When I assigned you here, most of the Admiralty did not see anything special in you. Only a woman from a noble family, who clearly had more beauty in her than grit." The prince stated. "You are nothing special in their eyes. You were a mediocre student, a passable commander, and didn't even get the usual post-graduation promotion that comes unspoken with every noble scion." He paused and swept the files away. "And now, you are on the Pride of the Empire, the greatest ship ever built by human hands. Under the command of your prince as his Tactical Officer." He interlaced his fingers and leaned back, setting those fingers onto the table. "What do you see in yourself, that I see?"
"I'm not going to take your bullshit and cryptic messaging sir." You stated bluntly. "If you are removing me from my post, tell me instead of of being vague and uninteresting."
The prince leaned forward. "You certainly carry a tongue. One that the instructors clearly never beat out of you."
You narrowed your eyes. "Sir, I am being respectful, your Grace. I just don't like people who think my mind is completely invalid because of how I look."
The prince nodded. "Indeed." He paused. "Then let me repeat myself: I am assigning you as tactical officer. Consider it your graduation promotion."
"Sir?" You raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"It seems Officer Roofe had numerous illegal stimulants and brain modifications done to her prior to coming aboard the Pride. Modifications that were not standard issue." He stated, taking a very long look at you from head to toe as he said those words, which made you cross your arms reflexively. "While you lack a tactical computer, I'm sure your own abilities to read a fleet situation will more than make up for it." He stated.
You stood and saluted. "Yes your Grace. I won't fail you sir."
"Good. I need a good officer I can trust." He stated. "You are dismissed. Get out of my office."
Reward: You are now the Tactical Officer of the Pride of the Empire. Expectations have been placed onto you.
-[X]The Bridge Crew: You do not know the Bridge crew of the Ship as well as you should, given that you are a new transfer onto the ship. You need to change that. DC: 25 Reward: You meet your fellow Bridge Crew, and your bond may grow. Rolled:1D100 => 72+4=76
You were at the mess hall when the off-duty bridge crew grabbed you and took you to their table. "Ah, there she is. Our new Tac officer!" You heard a voice call out.
You turned and saw the speaker. And then tried not to sigh. "Looke. Lovel." You sighed at the gunnery chief as he waved. "Where's Kail and Gregory?" You asked.
"They're off duty, where do you think they are?" Looke replied as you sat down next to him. "Drunk on contraband."
Great, that was going to reflect poorly on the bridge crew. "You know that once we reach Core space, they will get court-marshaled if they keep up their antics."
Lovel laughed. "Not a chance. Kail and Greg may not be perfect, but their damn fine spacers." He replied.
The gunnery chief and the man behind the Pride's main weaponry was a rather short, bald-shaven man, with a prosthetic arm he'd gained before he became an officer. The ship he'd been serving on, Greatsword of the Spire, had crashed into Talon V during a training exercise. He always kept a smile, despite the pain you could see he felt from waving his robotic arm.
"So tell me, Cornelia, what's a noble like you, title and all, want to try and join the navy? No offense, you don't look like the type that would join?" Lovel asked as he continued to eat his food. "You kinda stand out. And I'm not talking about the things you can't control."
You looked down at your body and frowned before replying. "Well, I wanted to be more than a pretty trophy wife for some vapid nobleman who believed my beauty was all I was worth." You replied. "What about you? Any grand adventures that may enlighten us all?"
Lovel laughed. "Ah… so a bit of rebellion in your mind. I'm going, to be honest, I joined because I was too poor to join a spaceship crew for the private sector, and my Da was…" He paused before laughing again. "He was a bit a cunt, but he always gave me some good advice about how to handle myself in any situation." He replied. "Not like me Pa, of course, he was the kinder of the two."
"No mother?" You asked.
Lovel shook his head. "Come on Cornelia? Just because the blue-bloods frowns upon men in relationships doesn't mean their impossible, or illegal… not that I blame you, nobles are always pricks."
You frowned. "Present company excluded of course." Lovel smiled.
"I'm surprised you're not a higher rank." Looke stated to you. "Nobles usually pay for their commissions and become lieutenants by now."
"I chose the academy route because I wanted to earn the rank." You stated. "And I'm not like most nobles."
"You can say that again Cornelia. I'd say half the ladies of the Empire would pay a fortune to find out how you got the body you have." Lovel replied as he finished eating.
Well, all you had to go through was your parents paying a highly skilled and morally bankrupt cartel of scientists to screw with your DNA when you were an embryo. But sure. That was a payment. "I'm sure they would." You replied.
Reward: Helmsman Harry Looke and Gunnery chief John Lovel have been met in ernest. They like you quite a bit for not being the average noble.
AN: Enjoy.
Luminous
God Save The Queen
- Location
- Victoria, BC, Canada
Well... if we were going to get a Nat 1 anywhere I'd prefer it to be here.
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
Well then, time to train stats and skills relevant to our new position so we can prove ourselves worthy of our promotion...
@Magoose, what happened to this?
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
I think It happened, but we still had some penalties that cut it down.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
shit...
You know, I hoped to write this all with the best of intentions... pouring my heart and soul into this...
But life, rather my need to take care of myself happened, and I truly feel like for the sake of my health: I must stop writing this.
I am sorry if bailing on this right as it was getting started might piss you all off but I need to take care of myself, and not force myself into a loop of burnout, recovery, attempt to start again, repeat.
Apologies in advance...
You know, I hoped to write this all with the best of intentions... pouring my heart and soul into this...
But life, rather my need to take care of myself happened, and I truly feel like for the sake of my health: I must stop writing this.
I am sorry if bailing on this right as it was getting started might piss you all off but I need to take care of myself, and not force myself into a loop of burnout, recovery, attempt to start again, repeat.
Apologies in advance...
staplesdex2
CLASSFIED
...Any chance you'll return to this once you have your affairs in order?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
I don't know.
staplesdex2
CLASSFIED
Ok. Good luck with things.
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Ah well, hopefully you can get yourself together, best of luck dude.