Icarus Ascending (Space Pirate Quest)
- Thread starter Diomedea
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] This system of oppression was just too much for you. The World Government just giving you things?! Did it even ask if you wanted not to starve to death?! From now on, you'll only own things you properly earn for yourself. Through Piracy!
- Location
- Space
[] How no one cares about anything beyond their holo screen. There is injustice in the galaxy and you're going to correct it! With Piracy!
- Location
- Who Knows
[X] This system of oppression was just too much for you. The World Government just giving you things?! Did it even ask if you wanted not to starve to death?! From now on, you'll only own things you properly earn for yourself. Through Piracy!
uM....LIKE WHO GAVE THE GOVERNMENT THE RIGHT TO PROVIDE ME WITH SUSTENENCE???
I'LL STARVE IF I WANT TO K THX
(AND I'LL BE A FUCKING PIRATE TOO)
uM....LIKE WHO GAVE THE GOVERNMENT THE RIGHT TO PROVIDE ME WITH SUSTENENCE???
I'LL STARVE IF I WANT TO K THX
(AND I'LL BE A FUCKING PIRATE TOO)
- Pronouns
- They/Them
It's called dieting!
- Location
- Who Knows
They're keeping us fat!!! Like sheep!!! And fuck sheep???
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
To be fair, space-faring pirate sheep would be neat. ^_^
Edit: I note that Diomedon has not yet specified the character's species.
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Come on guys we can be Harlock!
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Votes Locked.
Depending on if @OverlordVera meant to put an X in those brackets, either Glory won, or it was tie...in which case my tiebreaker (my SO) decided that they like the For Glory vote better.
You're human...because....
1) I can't find any pictures of humanoid pirate sheep on short notice
2) I find regular old humans much more interesting than alien thought processes. I blame Isaac Asimov's influence in my childhood.
Depending on if @OverlordVera meant to put an X in those brackets, either Glory won, or it was tie...in which case my tiebreaker (my SO) decided that they like the For Glory vote better.
You're human...because....
1) I can't find any pictures of humanoid pirate sheep on short notice
2) I find regular old humans much more interesting than alien thought processes. I blame Isaac Asimov's influence in my childhood.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
But how are they going to travel around in space without any space sheeps?
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Don't worry, we'll just raid a secret government facility and steal their experimental space sheeps! Even if we have to mis-spell their names to get them!
But how are they going to travel around in space without any space sheeps?
We're pirates! We can do that sort of thing!
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Bones
Don't look behind you.
- Location
- Behind you.
Chapter 2
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[] If you died today, who would remember you? Who would even want to tell your story? No. When you're done, everyone will know your name! Because Piracy!
Tap, tap, tap. You idly tap a spare pen against your desk as you stare listlessly ahead. After years of schooling and study, the big day arrived and you took your job placement test. It was just your luck though that you had come down with a cold (which had finally been cured just last year), so, of course you had taken some cold medicine. You were worried with how important a day it was that a regular dose wouldn't be enough.
In retrospect, drinking the entire bottle had been a bad idea.
And that was how you became a member of one of the most exclusive jobs available, a receptionist.
In a world where robots and computers could do most jobs, the idea of having a human sit around to give directions, write down appointments, or make small talk, or whatever it is receptionists are actually supposed to do is patently ridiculous.
It's even more ridiculous because you don't even get to do those things. No, as the worst receptionist on the entire planet (as you perform surprisingly different when not overdosing on cold medicine), you had been assigned to the worst receptionist job on the entire planet. The Institute for Advancements in Faster than Light Travel was the pet project of an veritably insane scientist, who insisted that his scientific peers were out to get him.
It naturally followed that possessing a doctorate in super-luminary physics granted a person the capability to defeat any sort of automated security system, and it just as naturally followed that a human security system would be thus impenetrable.
And it was through this chain of...thoughts that your job came to be. Your job was to man the desk, and if any person came inside (not that anyone ever has) to extol the wonders of the institute, politely inform them there were no tours of the institute at the time, and show them the door. If they proved intractable, you were to hit your emergency button (conveniently placed on the top of your desk, in the center, where a terminal would normally go), which would seal off the entrance to the labs behind you, and summon local law enforcement.
You didn't even get to speak to your coworkers, as they entered the facility through a separate faculty entrance, which was of course managed by an electronic security system.
You did nothing, you said nothing, you were, according to all data points, nothing.
But after today, well, you can only smile at the thought.
Despite their questionable facility management, the Institute was apparently competent at least within their chosen field of study, and today was going to be their big, full scale test of a new faster than light engine. Everyone was currently in a big meeting about it, which you were exempt from so you could man the receptionist desk, like all meetings.
Today though, it was pretty convenient.
Deciding that enough time had passed for even the most absentminded and half awake scientist to have stumbled their way to the conference room, you stand up and simply waltz through the doors to the facility. It's with a spring in your step that you walk through empty hallways and labs until you finally reach your destination, the experimental ship hanger. You walk past the half assembled primary test bed ship in bay 1, affectionately called "The Sheep," by the scientists for unfathomable reasons, to the real prize in bay 2.
The Icarus, named for the new drive's ability to get close to a gravity well and still make the transition to a super-luminary state (or rather, it could get close to a sun and still "fly" at lightspeed, not quite apropos to the original legend), it was supposedly the fastest and most advanced ship ever constructed, not that anyone really followed those things.
And the only thing protecting it was button on a desk that had no one to press it.
No one was there to press it, because the GREATEST PIRATE TO EVER LIVE was going to steal it!
You slipped on an eyepatch and hat, as was supposedly traditional for pirates since time immemorial, and boldly walked up the gangplank and entered the ship.
It was slightly less boldly, and only a teensy bit more panicky that you raced to the bridge as loud alarms began blaring everywhere. Apparently there might have been a little more security than you and your desk. Several heart-pounding moments later, you were safely seated in the captain's seat, pressing the large friendly start button. You made a mental note to make it more menacing looking later, and took stock of your situation.
Ah. The police were already here and surrounding the ship, both human and flying robotic drones. You grin in equal parts terror and triumph, flip the switch marked "external speakers" and announce that they'd never subdue the GREAT PIRATE...
[] Name Yourself!
and then you...
[] Jump to Lightspeed! It's supposed to work in a gravity well, right?
[] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
[] Escape! That's how it works! Step 1: Steal Stuff. Step 2: Escape Dramatically! Step 3: INFAMY!
Tap, tap, tap. You idly tap a spare pen against your desk as you stare listlessly ahead. After years of schooling and study, the big day arrived and you took your job placement test. It was just your luck though that you had come down with a cold (which had finally been cured just last year), so, of course you had taken some cold medicine. You were worried with how important a day it was that a regular dose wouldn't be enough.
In retrospect, drinking the entire bottle had been a bad idea.
And that was how you became a member of one of the most exclusive jobs available, a receptionist.
In a world where robots and computers could do most jobs, the idea of having a human sit around to give directions, write down appointments, or make small talk, or whatever it is receptionists are actually supposed to do is patently ridiculous.
It's even more ridiculous because you don't even get to do those things. No, as the worst receptionist on the entire planet (as you perform surprisingly different when not overdosing on cold medicine), you had been assigned to the worst receptionist job on the entire planet. The Institute for Advancements in Faster than Light Travel was the pet project of an veritably insane scientist, who insisted that his scientific peers were out to get him.
It naturally followed that possessing a doctorate in super-luminary physics granted a person the capability to defeat any sort of automated security system, and it just as naturally followed that a human security system would be thus impenetrable.
And it was through this chain of...thoughts that your job came to be. Your job was to man the desk, and if any person came inside (not that anyone ever has) to extol the wonders of the institute, politely inform them there were no tours of the institute at the time, and show them the door. If they proved intractable, you were to hit your emergency button (conveniently placed on the top of your desk, in the center, where a terminal would normally go), which would seal off the entrance to the labs behind you, and summon local law enforcement.
You didn't even get to speak to your coworkers, as they entered the facility through a separate faculty entrance, which was of course managed by an electronic security system.
You did nothing, you said nothing, you were, according to all data points, nothing.
But after today, well, you can only smile at the thought.
Despite their questionable facility management, the Institute was apparently competent at least within their chosen field of study, and today was going to be their big, full scale test of a new faster than light engine. Everyone was currently in a big meeting about it, which you were exempt from so you could man the receptionist desk, like all meetings.
Today though, it was pretty convenient.
Deciding that enough time had passed for even the most absentminded and half awake scientist to have stumbled their way to the conference room, you stand up and simply waltz through the doors to the facility. It's with a spring in your step that you walk through empty hallways and labs until you finally reach your destination, the experimental ship hanger. You walk past the half assembled primary test bed ship in bay 1, affectionately called "The Sheep," by the scientists for unfathomable reasons, to the real prize in bay 2.
The Icarus, named for the new drive's ability to get close to a gravity well and still make the transition to a super-luminary state (or rather, it could get close to a sun and still "fly" at lightspeed, not quite apropos to the original legend), it was supposedly the fastest and most advanced ship ever constructed, not that anyone really followed those things.
And the only thing protecting it was button on a desk that had no one to press it.
No one was there to press it, because the GREATEST PIRATE TO EVER LIVE was going to steal it!
You slipped on an eyepatch and hat, as was supposedly traditional for pirates since time immemorial, and boldly walked up the gangplank and entered the ship.
It was slightly less boldly, and only a teensy bit more panicky that you raced to the bridge as loud alarms began blaring everywhere. Apparently there might have been a little more security than you and your desk. Several heart-pounding moments later, you were safely seated in the captain's seat, pressing the large friendly start button. You made a mental note to make it more menacing looking later, and took stock of your situation.
Ah. The police were already here and surrounding the ship, both human and flying robotic drones. You grin in equal parts terror and triumph, flip the switch marked "external speakers" and announce that they'd never subdue the GREAT PIRATE...
[] Name Yourself!
and then you...
[] Jump to Lightspeed! It's supposed to work in a gravity well, right?
[] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
[] Escape! That's how it works! Step 1: Steal Stuff. Step 2: Escape Dramatically! Step 3: INFAMY!
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- Location
- The Usual Room
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Escape! That's how it works! Step 1: Steal Stuff. Step 2: Escape Dramatically! Step 3: INFAMY!
[X] Emeraldas
[X] Jump to Lightspeed! It's supposed to work in a gravity well, right?
[X] Jump to Lightspeed! It's supposed to work in a gravity well, right?
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
\o/
Hehe. And of course the que
[x] Escape! That's how it works! Step 1: Steal Stuff. Step 2: Escape Dramatically! Step 3: INFAMY!
Maybe this will avoid damaging her new sheep on its first test flight? Maybe.
At the least, I'm looking forward to depth perception problems. ^_^
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- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
You have persuaded me.
[X] Emeraldas
[X] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
Full sociapathy activate!
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Emeraldas
[X] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
[X] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
- Location
- Who Knows
[X] Escape! That's how it works! Step 1: Steal Stuff. Step 2: Escape Dramatically! Step 3: INFAMY!
If we stole "The Sheep" I would want to be called Mary, so we could be known as Mary and her little Lamb. Our crew could be our flock, so many more horrible sheep jokes. And so we have our space sheep.
But no we get Icarus, boooooooo. I demand a name change!! D:<
If we stole "The Sheep" I would want to be called Mary, so we could be known as Mary and her little Lamb. Our crew could be our flock, so many more horrible sheep jokes. And so we have our space sheep.
But no we get Icarus, boooooooo. I demand a name change!! D:<
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
[x] Escape! That's how it works! Step 1: Steal Stuff. Step 2: Escape Dramatically! Step 3: INFAMY!
I have been wanting to get involved in some SV piracy for a long time now. And while this Quest probably isn't what I'm actually looking for, it serves to be amusing and the themes are beautiful.
So, looking forward to this.
I have been wanting to get involved in some SV piracy for a long time now. And while this Quest probably isn't what I'm actually looking for, it serves to be amusing and the themes are beautiful.
So, looking forward to this.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[X] Selina
[X] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
We must restore the glory and romanticism of getting up close and personal and ramming things in the boring and practical age of lasers and remote drones. It will become our signature move! No one but a worthy foe who himself is not avert to ramming heroics would even have a chance of taking us alive!
Edit: Threadmarks would be nice.
[X] Attack! Oh...there's no weapons on a scientific prototype vessel. Well, that wont stop you, ramming speed!
We must restore the glory and romanticism of getting up close and personal and ramming things in the boring and practical age of lasers and remote drones. It will become our signature move! No one but a worthy foe who himself is not avert to ramming heroics would even have a chance of taking us alive!
Edit: Threadmarks would be nice.
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