Twilight over the Pericles: A Sci-Fi/Horror RP

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Damis sat against the bench, looking around the grand atrium observantly. It was a normal day aboard the Pericles space station, and the atrium was as busy as ever. Merchants shouted at the top of their lungs, showing off their wares, personnel hurried through, muttering about repairs, guards patrolled, careful to watch for crimes. It was packed full of people, each with their own business, trying to serve their own interests. Including him, Damis the watchman. 

An automated voice came from the speakers above, filling the atrium. "Attention." came the mechanical voice. "Due to the recent spree of disappearance at night, the Pericles is under a ten o'clock curfew for all non-essential personnel. Please be in your quarters by then or you willl be prosecuted. Thank you for your compliance. Enjoy your day!"

Damis frowned. Over the last several days, people had been disappearing. That was strange for the Pericles, where crime of any sort was not tolerated, and the police kept a very close eye on potential criminals. This meant something was wrong in their little utopia. Something was terribly wrong. And he had a feeling it was only going to get worse.

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Welcome to the Sci-Fi RP! The year is 2347, and humanity has slowly been spreading through the solar system, establishing bases all around, including one, the Pericles, which over time has slowly become self-governing. Aliens have begun to arrive in our solar system in the last forty years, and tension is rising between the arrivals and the humans, who are refused the secrets of human technology.

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sorry this began so late, I didn't have time last week to begin this

 

@Through The Living Glass

@Halcyon The Only

@Spark of Hope

@Argenti

@WhiteHairedDrifter

@Dragonheir

@SpiritOfWrath

@The Bookwyrm

@IcedOutPenguin

@anyoneimissedsryi'mreallytiredrn

 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Tim had a different name, but no one could pronounce it. So he went by Tim, because even his parents stumbled over it.

”Goods, wares, tech, stuff. Get your stuff!”

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What do the aliens look like?

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Tim had a different name, but no one could pronounce it. So he went by Tim, because even his parents stumbled over it.

”Goods, wares, tech, stuff. Get your stuff!”

 

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basically whatever your imagination wants

there's tons of different species, kinda like Star Wars

Damis strolled over to the alien, sighing. "Hey. I need a new gun. My old one's jammed."

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Damis strolled over to the alien, sighing. "Hey. I need a new gun. My old one's jammed."

The bug-like alien buzzed. “I am a merchant! I have a large selection of course.”

He brought out various weapons.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

The bug-like alien buzzed. “I am a merchant! I have a large selection of course.”

He brought out various weapons.

He leaned over the counter, glancing around nervously. "I need a standard issue guard pistol and... an Omega class ionic rifle." It was illegal for him to own that gun, but he meant to stop the kidnapper.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

Just now, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He leaned over the counter, glancing around nervously. "I need a standard issue guard pistol and... an Omega class ionic rifle." It was illegal for him to own that gun, but he meant to stop the kidnapper.

The alien buzzed. “Naughty naughty. That’ll cost extra.”

He pushed the pistol towards him, and pulled a package from a closet in the back.

”If anyone asks, this is an antique sword.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

The alien buzzed. “Naughty naughty. That’ll cost extra.”

He pushed the pistol towards him, and pulled a package from a closet in the back.

”If anyone asks, this is an antique sword.”

He took both, glancing around nervously, and passed him his card. "Here. How much is it?"

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He took both, glancing around nervously, and passed him his card. "Here. How much is it?"

“Three of those big shiny coins, and a favor!”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, SpiritOfWrath said:

“Three of those big shiny coins, and a favor!”

"Can't I pay with my card? What world are you even from? Also, what kind of favor?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Sulvin prowled his way through the back hallways of the station. Theoretically, the only way in was from the atrium, but though his ship had limped in on one working drive, his “special” mining drill still worked. He’d done it before; that section of the hull was almost always unmonitored and unshielded, and nobody had noticed the wielding marks yet. 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"Can't I pay with my card? What world are you even from? Also, what kind of favor?"

“The coins are rather yummy - from A-36 sector. I need your to help secure some merchandise on the… more secure part of the vessel.”

[Argenti he/him]

44 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

Damis sat against the bench, looking around the grand atrium observantly. It was a normal day aboard the Pericles space station, and the atrium was as busy as ever. Merchants shouted at the top of their lungs, showing off their wares, personnel hurried through, muttering about repairs, guards patrolled, careful to watch for crimes. It was packed full of people, each with their own business, trying to serve their own interests. Including him, Damis the watchman. 

An automated voice came from the speakers above, filling the atrium. "Attention." came the mechanical voice. "Due to the recent spree of disappearance at night, the Pericles is under a ten o'clock curfew for all non-essential personnel. Please be in your quarters by then or you willl be prosecuted. Thank you for your compliance. Enjoy your day!"

Damis frowned. Over the last several days, people had been disappearing. That was strange for the Pericles, where crime of any sort was not tolerated, and the police kept a very close eye on potential criminals. This meant something was wrong in their little utopia. Something was terribly wrong. And he had a feeling it was only going to get worse.

@Through The Living Glass

@Halcyon The Only

@Spark of Hope

@Argenti

@WhiteHairedDrifter

@Dragonheir

@SpiritOfWrath

@The Bookwyrm

@IcedOutPenguin

@anyoneimissedsryi'mreallytiredrn

 

Lucia massages her head, worrying. Not one person had decided to give her a briefing yet, despite her promince. When citizens of Pericles asked, she had to deflect. 

"I need some air." She announces to her secretary, walking into the hallways, deep in thought.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

6 minutes ago, Argenti said:

Lucia massages her head, worrying. Not one person had decided to give her a briefing yet, despite her promince. When citizens of Pericles asked, she had to deflect. 

"I need some air." She announces to her secretary, walking into the hallways, deep in thought.

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Would these hallways be anywhere near Sulvin, do you think? I guess the seedy area and the governor’s office are generally not the same place. 

[Argenti he/him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

 

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She's getting her steps in. She'll walk over

Lucia decides she needs to get a check on how the common person is feeling; which means one thing. Visiting the Understation; where the solar panels have broken down and the beating heart of Pericle's crime ring . Heels clicking on metal, she softly hums, arriving there. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Argenti said:

Lucia decides she needs to get a check on how the common person is feeling; which means one thing. Visiting the Understation; where the solar panels have broken down and the beating heart of Pericle's crime ring . Heels clicking on metal, she softly hums, arriving there. 

Sulvin hears ringing footsteps in the distance, matching his own. He checks to make sure his omega pistol is both hidden and accessible, and continues causally walking in the general direction of the Atrium. 

[Argenti he/him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Sulvin hears ringing footsteps in the distance, matching his own. He checks to make sure his omega pistol is both hidden and accessible, and continues causally walking in the general direction of the Atrium. 

Spying a man with places to be, Lucia smiles "Hello Citizen"

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What does Sulvin do? 

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

53 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“The coins are rather yummy - from A-36 sector. I need your to help secure some merchandise on the… more secure part of the vessel.”

"I see." he nodded, slipping out a few nickels. "These are antique coins from the Homeworld. What kind of merchandise?"

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"I see." he nodded, slipping out a few nickels. "These are antique coins from the Homeworld. What kind of merchandise?"

He took the coins. “These will suffice. I need the… naughty naughty kind of merchandise. A weapon. Yes?”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

8 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

He took the coins. “These will suffice. I need the… naughty naughty kind of merchandise. A weapon. Yes?”

He sighed. "Look, I'm a watchman. You realize doing this is breaking every law conceivable. What kind of weapon do you need?"

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

18 minutes ago, Argenti said:

Spying a man with places to be, Lucia smiles "Hello Citizen"

 

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He’s a miner, pirate, and treasure hunter (and is probably not supposed to be back there). Currently, he’s gotten enough money to treasure hunt for a bit, once he repairs his ship. He has a mild reputation as Sparking Sulvin, but he doesn’t show his face when robbing ships. 

Sulvin nods at her. “Hello.” He almost walks past her, but does a double take as he recognizes her. “Governor Lucia?” 

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

He sighed. "Look, I'm a watchman. You realize doing this is breaking every law conceivable. What kind of weapon do you need?"

“It’s a really cool one. Except it’s more of a… political weapon. A letter, you see.“

[Argenti he/him]

5 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Sulvin nods at her. “Hello.” He almost walks past her, but does a double take as he recognizes her. “Governor Lucia?” 

"Indeed. Where are you going?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

7 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

“It’s a really cool one. Except it’s more of a… political weapon. A letter, you see.“

"A... letter? What do you mean? Why do you want it?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Irreplaceable said:

"A... letter? What do you mean? Why do you want it?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

“There are certain things I am not allowed to sell! And I am a merchant. That’s an insult to me! So, I’ve resorted to… less savory methods.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, Argenti said:

"Indeed. Where are you going?"

Sulvin tries to retrospectively inject more respect into his posture. “The atrium, probably. I’d be careful - some guy sent me back here because of ‘street closures’ I think he intended to mug me.” He gives directions to an area near enough to his ship to have it be avoided, but far enough away to avoid having it found.