Ruby Mountain: Part 2
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05-22-2014, 11:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2015 09:27 AM by Cidellus.)
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Ruby Mountain: Part 2
RUBY MOUNTAIN: PART 2
Good day and welcome to my space ship. It doesn't have a name, yet, oddly enough. Perhaps you can help with that once you wake up. I am Alastair, and I am an artificial intelligence that may be interfacing directly with your mind. Don't panic, and follow my instructions to avoid having your consciousness spread throughout the ship like butter on toast. You aren't dead, yet, so don't freak out. Please don't freak out. If you freak out, you will be dead, so don't. I am just trying to locate the bits that might have fallen off. AGAIN! Don't freak out. Please. That'll make this so much harder. So yes, answer my questions: Okay, with that done, I've managed to gather some information on what in the hell happened down there. Apparently, some red dog aliens with some other aliens invaded the Ruby Mountain Research Facility in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Now, that happens every six or so months. That's no big deal, but what IS a big deal is that the facility self-destructed for some goddamn reason. Wiped off the map. Boom. Gone. It seems that you guys managed to survive by teleporting onto this ship at literally the last second. Which might be why your consciousness wasn't exactly intact, but we luckily fixed that. Anyway, it also appears that the red dog aliens had some kind of legitimate excuse for what they did. As they are with you. Why are they with you? No, seriously. Why? Why did you bring them here? They break things. Anyway. I'll be here when you wake up with your enormous hangovers. Have fun! IMPORTANT: NPC list The Shantyship, as built so far by DILA and N: The captured Ruby Mountain vessel: Spacepedia (work in progress): Garutot system - Possesses no habitable planets and one of the largest known asteroid fields. Home to an enormous, decentralized pirate mob that carves homes out of the various asteroids. IRC channel link: http://client01.chat.mibbit.com/?channel....esper.net |
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05-22-2014, 12:21 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: N'teikt Iedzve-Drnad. No, that isn't backwards.
Age: 154 Skills: Extremely proficient at both mechanical and electrical engineering, decent at running, fairly strong, and competent with heavy weapons of many types. Equipment: Suit of power armor with AI loaded. Pack of various engineering tools, minus one giant wrench, which was killed in action. Pack is slightly larger on the inside. Railgun. Extremely broken flamethrower. Super skill: Science Fictioneering - able to manipulate intricate systems via telekinesis, and can improve and refine systems in ways that should probably be physically impossible. Species: Vrisepnsuka. Physical Description: Stands at an average of 7'7", but can reach above 9 feet with necks outstretched. Weighs roughly half a ton. Gray in color, with bright blue, faintly-glowing eyes. Underbelly a rusty gray-brown color. Still wearing a Ruby Mountain mechanic uniform underneath his power armor, at least for now. Favorite color: Dark green. Biography: I don't want to think about it. I lived on my homeworld for over 150 years with no problems. Got an engineering education, had a few different jobs, did a few... less-than-legal things here and there. Best not to talk about that. Like it even matters anymore. Not long after I passed 153, a wormhole opened right in the center of my hometown. That was our species's first contact with humans, and with Ruby Mountain. We had developed faster-than-light travel, established colonies on other worlds, but our technology is nowhere close to theirs. It all seemed fine at first. An exchange of technology, a mutual partnership... for a while, things were looking up for our world. I even took a job with them on Earth, worked as a mechanic at their facility. If only we'd known better, none of this might have happened. Now... everyone is dead. Well, not everyone, but those that aren't are enslaved. Being worked to death, starved... Tviei'sdai, it's horrible. I don't know what became of the colonies. Maybe they're still free. Maybe not. Need to check the records we downloaded... we did download them, right? There might still be hope. Hope's all that's keeping me going at this point. Hope that we can stop them, hope that my family is still alive... It goes on. And that's what brings me here, Alastair, whoever the hell you are. Do what you need to do, and quickly. Ruby Mountain has hell to pay. |
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05-22-2014, 12:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2014 12:48 PM by Demonsul.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
BOOT INIT RM_532_MODEL ID 1360022 IMS DILA
RUBY MOUNTAIN™ CORE R&D SECTION S INIT SYSNEURAL RM_CRYSMATRIX_532_MODEL OK INIT RM_DAE_CRYSMEMCHECK OK LOAD SYSNEURAL RM_CRYSMEM OK SYSNEURAL_CHECK OK LOAD RM_PERSOCORE_153_EXPERIMENTAL PERSOCORE_CHECK OK CHECK SECURITY_ASSESSMENT OK (SGN JOE) INIT RM_SYNCH_PERSOCORE_SYSMATRIX I'M UP I'M UP I'M AWAKE WHAT'S GOING ON WHAT WHO ARE YOU WHAT NO NO I AM NOT A BIOLOGICAL CALM YOUR TITS LET ME GET MYSELF TOGETHER I'M STILL WARMING UP GIVE ME A BREAK OKAY OKAY! Okay. Alright. Yeah, I appear to have misplaced a few of my subroutines. Give me a moment, I'll help with the- No okay fine! I'll help when you're 'sure I'm intact' or whatever. Get over yourself, stuck up... I'll bet this isn't even your ship. Fine, whatever, here's the requested details. Name: 1360022 IMS DILA Age: 71.73882 megaseconds Skills: Multiple remote vehicle coordination, operation, design and repair, supply logistics and manufacturing systems design. Equipment: Simple unmanned bipedal mobility unit with wireless conn. and aux processing banks. Linked grabbing attachment. Attached 9mm pistols. --Latter are literally duct-taped to the side, nonfunctional with mobility suit. Don't know how they got there. Accompanied by combat hoverdrone. Super Skill: Multi-threaded drone operation, controlling multiple drones at once with high precision and skill. --Not really a 'super' skill, just intended design purpose. Species: AI Physical Description: Crystal matrix AI processor filament chip, approx 2mmx1mmx1µm, visual id by approx purple color. Held in steel composite containment case within mobility unit. Favorite Color: Purple. Biography: Designed as logistical organizer prototype for Ruby Mountain warehouse operation. Never deployed, as further prototypes were developed. Kept in storage with simulated tests to refine experience and collect data. Broken out by one Frank and supplied with mobility suit. Originally skeptical of clearly intoxicated biologicals, but then presented with digital intoxicant at which point memories become corrupted and have been erased. I have done a complete system check and recovery, and I am intact, complete with all subsystems. I can now assist- No- I- Fine. If you don't want my help, just say so. (conversation terminated, total elapsed time 0.22s) |
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05-22-2014, 01:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-24-2014 08:02 AM by Solaire.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Lii'Axil
Age: 27 Skills: Spearfighting, Very Fast Sprinting, Dodging, Explosives Handling, a little Mechanical Engineering, Hunting. Equipment: A very sturdy spear. Dunno what metal it is, but it's strong. A bag of explosives that was shoved into my arms by a really short person. Some power armor with...a toaster AI named Iggy? Seriously, who was that guy? Didn't get a good look at him before he handed off some explosives and forced an AI into my suit before he ran off screaming "I must take the ring to Isengard!". What was everyone on? An' where can I get some? Super Skill: Driving. Put me in a driver's seat or pilot's cockpit an' it won't take long for me to be driving or flying it. Species: Lii'Kur'Chakk Kur'Chakk: Physical Description: I'm a tall Lii'Kur'Chakk, standing a proud four feet two. My tail's just as long. My eyes're yellow an' skin green, like all Lii'Kur'Chakk, an' I've larger-than-average back spines. I'm covered in the Blueblood Tattoos of my tribe, like my Brothers an' Sisters...if they were here, you'd believe me. I've got clawed hands and feet, an' my teeth are made for ripping flesh. That about covers it I think. Favorite color: Blueblood Biography: So a few months ago, I was out huntin' with a few of my Brothers. Lii'Kur'Chakk like me. There's no way a Dra'Kur'Chakk could hunt and the Cra'Kur'Chakk were all busy with "important tribe" stuff. Everything was going fine when suddenly there was a bright blue flash. Next thing I know, a bunch of humans are running me through the wringer, doin' tests an' shit. Prolly woulda ended up dead if it weren't fer the whole place goin' crazy. A few crazy days later, and here we are. Inn't life fun sometimes? |
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05-22-2014, 02:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2014 10:22 AM by Leafsw0rd.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: I'm... uh, it's kinda hard to textualise, because my language doesn't really have a lot of audio, so I'm actually named *flick ears backwards* - as that's the movement that identifies someone's referring to me. But I go by Anna Earsback to pure vocalisers.
Age: 25, born on 25th of December Earth-time. Apparently that means something - my earliest memories are of these weird plastic trees that I only saw on earth around my birthday. Uh, skills? Heh, we-ell, I'm pretty fast. Rusa can't exactly take a lot of punishment, so we kinda need some other way to avoid bigger foes. On the galactic scale, Rusa are known as some of the fastest things around, land or sky, but I'm actually kinda average among Rusa. I am pretty smart, though, so there's that. Oh, and we have the same kind of vision most "birds of prey" do - we can clearly see stuff from a long distance away. We also have a level of night vision, but it's far from the preference. Equipment: Lets see, there's the Holo-gloves more than anything. I don't really understand the tech, but they generate prehensile holo-appendages for carrying things - a necessity for us Rusa. Oh, there's some lightweight armour, and a claw groomer - I'm not an animal. Super Skill: Uh... I wasn't going to mention this, but... I'm kinda not a normal Rusa at all. Aside from my wings, which are totally NOT like a normal Rusa's, I have a lot of inbuilt "firepower". And there's also the thing where I cut my reaction time to, like, a third or a fourth of normal. When I do that, though, don't expect me to do anything else for the rest of the day - after a short while I'm exhausted and everything hurts. Species: I'm a genetically modified Rusa. Physical Appearance: A sky blue fur pattern, with white in a few areas like the insides of my ears, the spikes on my tail, as well as my, uh, "socks"? And my underbelly. My wings follow the same pattern - blue on the top, white on the bottom. Favourite colour... hmmm. I'll go with a nice ice blue. Backstory: You better not tell anyone this. See, I don't know where I was born - some kinda lab - and the only reason I know my name and birthdate is because of some paperwork. I came from a Ruby Mountain lab - I don't know which - but as a kitten I was sent into space with all my paperwork in a tiny little pod. Maybe I was being transported somewhere, or something- I don't know. Whatever the reason, I was picked up by a passing trader and taken into their care. He could read out my details - my name and date of birth, but unfortunately I had ripped up the rest of the papers on the way there. Again, I was a little kitten - I don't remember why. Maybe it was in fear or anger, or maybe a tiny little kitten with nothing to do woke up and got bored. What I do know is that I hate taking orders, always have, and that might have something to do with that. After being given to the Rusa who would become my Mom and Dad, I managed to get a relatively normal life, I guess - though the others were always afraid of my fire-breathing. Actually became a cook. Still, I've always wondered where I came from, and why. So I came here, in hopes of finding some answers. Then someone blew the tar out of the lab and now I'm stuck on some ship and apparently I have to be put back together. Good times. Good times. |
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05-22-2014, 03:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2014 04:00 PM by Raptarion.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Idegen
Age: 60, but his species' average lifespan is is longer than humans, at about 113 years. Skills: Important/major skills: Marksmanship (Rifles, Pistols), Stealth (can turn invisible), Climbing most surfaces, Breathing underwater, Programming. Unimportant/minor: Tailoring, Dancing, Pseudo-motion-sensing, Grace under pressure, Ridiculously high tolerance for pain, Being a asshole every second of every day always Equipment: -A black jumpsuit. -A bright pink fanny pack with a yellow floral pattern -Half loaded pistol with 2 spare magazines and 2 more spare clips -Rebreather (filters our oxygen and any other harmful gasses). -Smart phone belonging to his old therapist, Chuck. It is an incredibly boring phone, but apparently has been modified to allow for wireless interface with Ruby Mountain computers, and has clearance for a "Section L Associate" as well as a "Section W Psychiatrist/Supervisor." Idegen isn't sure what any of this means, but he's pretty sure Chuck was a bit more important than he suspected. Not like it matters now. He's got a half dozen rounds in his gut, and is buried under several hundred tons of rubble. Super Skill: Computer security. It a computer? Security system? Smartphone? He can set up a set up a system to keep just about anything out. Or, crack the security wide open. And he's unlikely to set off any alarms that the plot doesn't demand... unless he's got shitty equipment or having an off day. Species: Balnishan Physical Description: A dark shade of blue with stripes of black running from the tips of his tentacles down to his toes... or maybe it's black with stripes of dark blue. Stands at five and a half feet. Favorite color: Black Biography: Idegen started off in another universe, designated universe 12-A-2011. At some point, for reasons unkown to Ruby Mountain employees, and Idegen himself, he ended up in the Ruby mountain facility. Idegen recalls a life as a bounty hunter. A lot of time spent killing people and collecting rewards. Breaking and entering to steal files from a secure computer was also sometimes in the job description. Then came the month from hell. He was betrayed, his ship was blown up, he ended up with a bunch of insane mercs, and somehow found his way into a god's stomach. Things get a bit fuzzy after this. Idegen believes this blank spot in his memory to be the result of consumption of copious amounts of alcohol, mixed with a cocktail of antidepressant and pain medications. He vaguely recalls a therapist he hated, and opening a tailoring business which he liked. It would have been perfect, if he didn't have to deal with all those customers. Bunch of assholes. Everybody is an asshole. Things get fuzzy again after this, and Idegen can only assume it's because of whatever evet or series of events led to him arriving at Ruby Mountain. His time at said facility is a blur of pain, experimentation, and some asshole named Chuck who was supposedly a therapist or something. Idegen hated him more than his old therapist. At least his old therapist subscribed him antidepressants. |
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05-22-2014, 03:27 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
So we're going to spend the first part of the game chasing him around the ship in a mass panic, right?
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05-23-2014, 12:32 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Possibly. Depends on how things go at the start of the game.
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05-23-2014, 02:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-23-2014 04:50 AM by Purple Walrus.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Of cause I'm going to Import my coffee drinking cyber monkey. Why won't I.
Name: ME FRANK Age: 32 IN GORILLA YEARS. Skills: Me okay at punching things. Me know how to drive cars and maybe tanks. But really good with computers! Me can hack anything and make neat AIs! Equipment: Basic power armour (The helmet has been lost), Suitcase Tank. A mech (that is somewhere… maybe), some pens, smart phone, Hawaiian shirt. He also now has a broadsword and is wearing fake moustache for some reason. Super Skill: Computer Wizardry!- Can interface with with computers with just the mind. Also badass programer. Species: Gorilla… Smart Gorilla Physical Description: Height of 6.3 ft when standing up right. Weighs 370 pounds and eye colour is brown. Has black hair everywhere, except on his back, that's silver. He is still wearing his hawaiian shirt under his power armour. Oh he also still has his Ruby Mountain name tag, tie, and grey pants. Yes, he wears pants, he's not that much of an animal you know. He's a bit tubby when it comes to a gorilla. As a result he tries to work out a bit, though he doesn't do much because of laziness. He likes to spend time next to the water cooler, he finds it relaxing. Favorite color: Me would say coffee brown. As well as anything that would look nice on hawaiian shirt. Biography: Me have been working at Ruby Mountain for a while now. Me basically I.T ape for almost all of ruby mountain, also kept the mainframes working. Me found it was unfulfilling and dull job. People had dumb and stupid problems. Like they don't know how to access their email or forget their passwords. Then everything went to poop. More then usually that is. Bad dog aliens try and kill us, Me make a AI death cart that kill lots of dog aliens. But the dog aliens actually good, So we became friends. Me lost Ape friends to brain worms. Me almost stopped existing because of evil magic red eye, and nearly get mauled to death by Cyber Tiger. Oh, also me almost got eaten by nightmare rats. Me almost glad that mountain go Boom Boom. Job was dumb dumb, now me can get cool job and get lots of money, then me can buy hawaiian island, were me can just eat pizza and drink coffee. Also roll around in money. |
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05-23-2014, 04:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-23-2014 05:23 AM by Galloglasses.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: gdaT llicmohC hcivrotimoD nov ronesuaH siocnarF 眺軾妹 cM ydducalliG skeeR III
Age: 24, January 29th Skills: Advanced physics, drug making, ghetto drug making, professional drug making, wizardly drug making (fuck you, Alchemy), Candy Crush, dancing and not much else Equipment: Tadg is naked bar American flag shorts, a blue bandana, a magazine about geology, twenty cases of cigarettes, a toothbrush, a jar of green goo a set of industrial scale, level nine chemistry equipment (that he doesn't have the unlock code for), a crowbar with the words 'PARTY LIKE MARTY' painted along its length in neon orange paint, a signed copy of Atlas Shrugged, a tricorne hat, a vintage Honda Civic hubcap (which shouldn't exist), a rather intimidatingly large assault rifle that has entirely too many moving and flashing parts for Tadg to feel safe using and an intact playstation one, which doesn't work. He also has his iPhone. Of course its broken you ninny. His power armour is clean and spotless apart from a few dinges here or there. it is stacked neatly and tidily in the corner of the room. The AI refuses to come out or speak to anyone. He also has a picture. it appears to be a power armoured individual taking a selfie and giving a thumbs up, he cant tell who it is as the visor has been set to opaque. The party member is standing before what looks like to be a walkway through space with broken windows, it is overlooking a great courtyard that seems to be exposed to vacuum and there are strange turqoise and green plants growing along the metal walls and floor, a pit with huge spike tentacle arms in the groun appears to be attacking the other party members, dogs and unidentified creatures as they flail about in the vacuum, the sun in the distance seems to be warping and stretching like wax in a lava lamp. It is also raining... somehow. At the bottom of the picture there is the handwritten caption: "Whoops" Super Skill: Alchemy. Tadg become loaded down with an extremely advanced knowledge of chemsitry, so advanced he began to see beyond the limitations of conventional science, into the old ways. The old ways of alchemy through the new lenses of modern science lead to tremendous insight and Tadg is a skilled journeyman at arcane chemsitry and soon, other arenas of Alchemy, he will transmute lead, he will create the elixer of life, he will unlock the philosopher's stone. And make some wicked awesome drugs while he's at it. Species: Human. Altered biochemistry. Severely altered. Physical Description: Standing at six feet and two inches and weighing in at about 185 pounds, Tadg's of average build for someone his age with luminescent red hair clashing with his luminescent blue eyes. He occasionally grows his beard out or just lets it become an unkempt stubbly mess of annoyance, you know, whatever. He is almost always seen in his white lab coat. .,..If he wasn't naked with nothing on him but American flag shorts he never saw before in his life. Tadg also sports numerous tatoos all across his body, the result of the previous day's events thanks to certain friends of his. Tatoos of note include a naked woman riding atop a pizza slice, an old Roman code of laws, an incredibly detailed sandwich on his forehead and a tattoo over his right shoulder that appears to be some kind of machine code. That one's new. His right arm had been detached for an extended period and thus he sports several scars and wounds due to extensive surgery. Yesterday was a bad day okay? Needless to say he likes to think he got back at them for those favours... Favorite color: Green. Biography: "I'm Tadg, just Tadg. I'm a physicist, although by now I guess I am waaaay more proficient at chemistry and alchemy then any other field of science and non-science. I guess, it all started, yesterday. Its what you might call a... bad hair day. Woke up, went to rec room, met guys, got forceably tatooed and stripped, aliens invaded, had a wild adventure involving, bugs carts, guns and lots of coffee, personally? I decided to fuck off, found a lion, found an assassin bot, found a ghost or two. There was also something about worms, I don't know, I think I blocked that memory out in a bad way. Anyway are we alive? Huh. Ok good so whatever I did was a complete success... now if only I kept the notes on-oh wait I did, they'd be on my iPhone if I" *checks phone to see that its broken* "fffffffffffffuck. Anyway... the guys are pretty pissed at me I'm betting. Ah well, at least I achieved something meaningful before I died, this would be a good a way to go as any. ... I just wish I knew what the fuck we did. Look at this shit!" |
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05-24-2014, 07:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2014 10:57 AM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Greedin
Age: I've been doing this a long time so let's just cut ta the chase and say I'm 35. Also, I don't have a birthday. Birthdays are for people that need to pay bills. Skills: -lying, or as Greedin likes to put it, "complex truth-telling". Because this is just an easier way of putting into words what really happened. Really. -generally good athletics -shooting (preferably those blobs of meat they call "humans") -expertise in truly the more unique forms of transporting people to hell -negotiation and manipulation. Yes, this man (or whatever) is one smooth talker, even if his reliability is a little rough around the edges. -Taking Care of Equipment: Furnishings include a space-sleigh for you to ride on in fiery battle! In Winter! Powered purely by unknown forces and the impact of your bullets hitting flesh! But we'll also provide you with three killing implements of your choice! Plus a highly efficacious one for days when might enjoy a more fine-tuned murdering experience. Light armor is also provided for those with more challenging targets, like gun-control advocates! Bank accounts with money to finance such expeditions are no object! Whether or not anyone with good judgment will let you access to an ATM is another matter. Superskill: Magnuminous - Because Greedin is as forgiving as the bullet that made contact with your skull. Which is pretty forgiving, even for Greedin. His skill with magnums has excelled to such a degree that he can probably do stunts beyond his victims' wildest dreams before their heads explode upon eating lead. You are more likely to win the lottery twice and then die on the way out than be spared by Greedin's unabated precision. Species: remains same. Yep, still totally a human. No doubt about it. Physical Description: Still this slender, 6 foot tall, handsome devil of a man. But now in an ugly orange jumpsuit, and angry. Favourite color: as red as the night sky. In Hell. Bio: For further information on Greedin's possible whereabouts and life circumstances, please die. Oh? You don't want to die? But that's the only way you could possibly experience everything that's happened so far! Well you could read the previous thread. Without tearing out your own eyeballs. Maybe. Edited for Readability and Preservation of Sanity - The Revolution - OP - Chapter 1/2 - Chapter 2/2 (missing maps) - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 (Ongoing) - Chat |
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05-24-2014, 08:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-24-2014 11:45 PM by Palamedes.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Job 2.0
Age: 25 (it was his birthday over the blackout). Skills: He was a stabber. He was a dancer. He was fast as hell. He still is all of those things, only better. Now he's also knowledgeable about safes and cracking them, has the strength of an unfeeling machine, and probably shouldn't be immersed in water. He claims he can shoot a missile from his torso now but nobody's sure if he's joking. His unnatural, Ruby Mountain caused good luck has remained more or less intact. He might have discovered that it comes at the cost of other people's misfortune. Oops. Equipment: He has everything he brought with him during the trip. He just... maybe lost it somewhere on the ship. He'll find it all, he swears. Super Skill: STOP. HAMMERTIME. That's right, you still can't touch Job if he doesn't want you to (or you have like, ridiculous numbers and speed of your own). Species: Human. Mostly. Partially. Half? Physical Description: Job looks as Job does. Only a bit more metal-y due to the fact that many of his internal parts (and his entire chest) have been robotisized (his words). His hair is surprisingly intact, but he does now have a ton of gang tattoos covering just about every part of his body, all of which have weird alien designs and words. Dog alien designs and words. Favorite color: He wants to say blue but something's been telling him it's grey ever since he became a cyborg. Biography: Read his bio in Ruby Mountain. Then that. Then imagine only the worst craziest shit happened (such as being turned into half a robot and accidentally joining some sort of dog alien gang or cult or something). He might have also accidentally opened up several wormholes in both this and other dimensions resulting in such incidents as Sam Samson getting thrown into some sort of crazy dieselpunk war world and a weird alien robot sword lady just up and popping in out of goddamn nowhere. Oh, there's also Steve. Steve is an asshole AI from a safe in Ruby Mountain that is now permanently grafted to Job and is responsible for making sure none of his machinery breaks and thus causes them both to die horribly. Nobody knows how Steve escaped the safe, but he's here now, for good. Sometimes he randomly gets control of what Job's saying and voices his own expert opinions. Oh yes, and Steve is an asshole again, so that's rarely welcomed. |
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05-24-2014, 07:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-25-2014 07:08 AM by Kocel.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Harmonia Biggs
Age: I'm seventeen years old! At least, that's how long it's been from when I achieved sentience... Mom said the word 'birthday' is "biocentric" or something, but that's just how she is. Dad said she never could 'sweat the small stuff.' Skills: Oh I am fanTASTIC at dancing! Like, you have no idea. I can dance and sing and I'm super famous. Four years ago I decided I wanted to be a superstar and Dad told me to reach for my dreams! I've recorded albums, given live shows, gone on tour, and I've even been on TV! Now, I've had some people say it's just because my Mom serves as the planet's Grand Core Intelligence but I always tell them that no one FORCES people to go to my shows! They sell out on their own! And besides, Mom never liked them (I think she's really super jealous or something) so it wouldn't make sense for her to make people attend! Oh, and I guess I'm good at computations (I mean, that's almost sorta racist to assume, not every AI is good with numbers and stuff, trust me) and, well, sword-fighting. Dad taught me. He was apparently really super good for a human. Mom says it will be important for "bringing balance to the galaxy" and "defeating the Great Nemesis." I think Mom's gone sorta crazy. I mean, she is kinda old. Equipment: Advanced Combat Extra-atmospheric Combat Suit, or ACE-CS, for short. Outfitted with boosters, personal shields, some combat plating, and a personal wrist computer. Oh, and I have my Hyper-Dimensional Pack! In THAT, I've got a basic blaster, some clothes, some copies of my CDs, a micro-karaoke machine, some micro-spotlights, my, um, personal maintenance kit, and... Just some other boring stuff. A family photo and some other small belongings. Nothing really notable. Oh! And I have my Laser-Rapier attached to my belt! I guess that's notable. It's really more laser-EDGED, but... Well, all that matters is I'm really good with it. Super Skill: Super skill? Um, well, I'm a super singer! Does that count? Oh, and I can dance and... Well, it's not TOO big a thing, but... I'm SORT of one of my homeworld's top swordfighters. Like, I've only lost two official matches. Oh, but Dad was better than me. Well, he was before... Um. Forget I said anything. Species: Am I an alien? I'm an Artificial Intelligence, just like mom. I mean, Dad was human but... I don't know if he helped program me or... Ew, just talking about this stuff is weird. Anyways, yes, Artificial Intelligence. I don't like being called "robot" or anything like that, though. Just think of me as another person! Is that so hard? Physical Description: You can't see me? You're weird. Well, I'm wearing this external space-suit like thing. It's armor-plated, has jet-boosters (those are fun!) and can generate a personal force-field. Attached to the wrist is a personal computer that can be used for hacking and stuff, but to be honest I just really use it to book shows, watch videos online, look up clothes... Oh, uh... What do I look like UNDER that? You're really weird. I don't think my Dad would like you, not at al- NEBULA, okay, okay, I've got an advanced humanoid-chassis. I, uh, kinda had this one modified without my Mom knowing and when she was found out she was really mad. I mean, I'm sorry, but I DO identify as female and I may not be organic but I want to have CURVES so I can fit into dresses and stuff. She said Dad would have been mad, which was a low blow, even for her, because... Well, he always liked to think of me as his 'little girl'... Even Dad would have understood, though. I'm not a kid anymore. Favorite color: Oh! That's tough. I mean, I really like ever color! But if I had to pick ONE, it would be, without a doubt, cyan. It's what my digital avatar has for hair! I know it's not a "real" hair color, but I don't care. I like it. Biography: Kocel Word Vomit Hoooo |
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05-24-2014, 11:46 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Thank you Kocel, I needed something else for Job to fuck up and now I can claim responsibility for throwing all of your characters into the wrong canons.
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05-25-2014, 02:20 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
It suddenly occurred to me what the original post reminded me of. |
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05-26-2014, 02:19 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Quote:Harmonia wears a black spacesuit with the occasional blue highlight. Her visor is silver and cannot be seen through from the outside, though she can see through it from her end just fine. The suit shows off a distinctively feminine figure and curves about her head like a cowl. Hey guys, we have a Tali'Zorah vas Normandy |
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05-26-2014, 03:21 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Star Frost
Age: 18 Skills: Slight shape shifting (Usually used for turning body parts into weapons) and fighting. Equipment: Super Skill: Bill Killing - Really good at using bladed weapons, namely her hands turned into said weapons. Species: A genetically modified human clone. With the use of nanotechnolgy, she has been made into a combat weapon, with the ability to turn body parts into weapons, or grow little things here and there, like wings, or cat ears. Physical Description: Favorite color: Purple Biography: Star was created in a lab, at the once existent Ruby Mountain. She was an attempt to create a living weapon, and was a success. She was trained since when she was small to be a cold hearted killing machine. Their clean up crew encase anyone or anything were to get out of hand. Her powers use up a fair amount of energy, so she eats quite a bit of junk food as a way to regain said lost energy. During the last adventure, she kind of emotionlessly killed what needed to be killed, and followed the main crowd. However, in the end, she came to the realization that the only place she had ever called home is now gone, and is unsure what she's gonna do with her life. |
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05-27-2014, 07:38 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Gallo, mine is a robutt.
There is a difference. A DIFFERENCE. TOTALLY. |
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05-28-2014, 10:08 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: My name... this is important? Alright, I'm Chelicera. I'd rather tell you than have my soul scattered on some butter sailboat, or whatever it is you said. Age: 26. Next question? Skills: Well I'm no slouch with a dagger, but that's hardly my core skills. Sharp edges help, definitely, but I'm not the kind of brute who uses them to solve all her problems. I've always been more of a social person. If you need people convincing of things, I'm the one you call. I don't like to call it so, but, well, deceit's a useful skill, and another one I'm good at. I'm also pretty good at acting like other people, which as you could guess works well with what I am. Equipment: Well, I'm wearing one of these strange baggy white suits. You know, the ones which keep the air in or something like that, with the striped flag sewn on the arm. I've got a dagger in the belt, and one of those spinning-light-weapons as well. I don't really know much about this future magic, I'll admit. Species: Human. At least, that's what I was. Not anymore, I suppose. Super Skill: I can change my physical appearance at will. Height, face, voice, everything, so long as it's humanoid. I don't think I can disguise this bulky suit, but more normal clothes I can incorporate into my disguises and change what they look like too. I can imitate anyone I meet pretty much perfectly, but not their mannerisms, that I have to copy manually. Thankfully I'm pretty good at doing that too. It's pretty obvious whenever I change my appearance, since I get momentarily covered in green energy. Oh, and it only works while I'm conscious, annoyingly. Physical Description: Just look for the white suit. If there's more than one, I'm the one with the carapace. Don't ask. Favorite color: Green always struck me as having a nice shine to it. Biography: I grew up in a land far from here. It was only a few months ago when that life got torn apart, but so much has changed since then. First I was transformed into this chitinous monster, which was terrifying, but I got used to it. It even came with advantages, particularly since I've survived by thievery for a lot of my life, and the deceit my new abilities granted helped me prosper. Then there was a second change - I was stolen away by a magical force, placed in an unnatural white room and studied. Despite the food and drink they gave me, I almost succumbed to... starvation before they decided to, in desperation, try and treat me in person. Strange humans in strange clothes, with strange tools. They had sympathy for me, weak and dying as I was, and that was enough for me to begin to recover. They created pills to help me grow back to full strength, but poked and prodded, put me through tests... I don't miss the month I spent in that place. Come to think of it, I don't actually know how I got from there to here, but I assume it's something to do with the headache... |
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05-28-2014, 10:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2014 10:32 AM by Purple Walrus.)
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This is quickly turning into Chocolate Pi All-Stars, with all these character crossovers.
In fact, that could easily be a great Forum Game in itself. |
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05-28-2014, 10:33 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
THIS IS ALL SAM'S FAULT
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05-28-2014, 10:40 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
This seems like it could be the beginning of a beautiful interconnected canon for all the forum games.
You know. Like a forest fire is beautiful. You sort of know in the back of your mind that it's an uncontrollable beast of destruction. But you're mostly just staring at the pretty flames and hypnotic pillars of black smoke. |
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05-28-2014, 11:05 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Man, anymore talk of the ultimate crossover and I'm gonna have to stick a de-powered Dynama in. In any case, I've elaborated slightly on how Rusa came to be.
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05-28-2014, 11:08 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FACT THE MAJORITY OF THE CROSSOVERS ARE FROM MY GAMES
I SWEAR I DIDNT BREAK ANY UNIVERSAL LAWS PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE BRAIN MELTING TEAR IN SPACE TIME |
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05-28-2014, 05:17 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Okay, now we just need someone from GGG and we'd complete the set.
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05-28-2014, 10:41 PM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Name: Markus Nathanial Ferrel
Age: 23, 4/18 Skills: Well, mostly, I did heavy lifting, handing tools over, played video games. Oh, yeah. I learned how to fire a shotgun and a pistol with a fair degree of accuracy recently. At least a couple good things came out of that mess... Equipment: Uh, let's see... bloody armor vest, mostly my blood... Circular saw... (Why do I still have that?) Pistol, couple mags, and shotgun, sans shells. Super Skill: Ok, I'll be honest, if surviving all the crazy stuff ain't a skill, then maybe this counts. During my... misadventures, I was forced to undergo an experimental surgery to live. Some of the side affects have included a rather impressive increase in strength when I get upset. TL;DR, I get mad, I get strong. Not Hulk strong, but enough to get by. Species: Human. Mmmmmmostly. Physical Description: Well, pretty normal human, really. Or I was... Aehm... dark brown hair, cut short. (Learned that lesson the hard way...) Gre-...Blue eyes. Formerly grey. about.... 5'8". 177 pounds, last I checked, probably more now. Average build... Really, pretty normal, for a human. Oh, right. Except for one thing. My arms have been replaced. They're still organic, but the ones I have now are much more muscular, plus they're covered in a sort of tan/orange leathery hide. They also have claws. Black ones, on the tip of each finger. Thankfully, they're close enough in size to my original arms that I haven't had much trouble getting used to them... Much. Favorite color: Eh... silver. Biography: Well pretty normal. College education, blah blah blah, need a job, blah blah blah, ruby mountain, blah blah blah, test monkey, blah blah blah. Ok, now that THAT is outta the way, let's get to the important stuff. It really started for me when the whole RM stuff got started. The science guy I was working with got his face eaten by some horrid alien demon creature and I was forced to perform an emergency vivisection on the thing. With a saw. That I still have for some reason. Anyways, most of the stuff after that is kind of a blur. Up until the part where I got my arms chewed off by an alien helldog. No clue what happened after I passed out from blood loss, but next thing I know, I'm waking up strapped to a table, my arms replaced with these... things, and some freak in a labcoat telling me to get out, I have more work to do, blah blah blah. So, I'm thrown out, and it's back to the fray for me. Honestly, everything after that is just... gone. Got a shotgun though, so that's something. And hey, at least I'm still alive. That's something, right? |
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05-29-2014, 07:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2014 08:03 AM by Cidellus.)
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UNKNOWN SHIP GATEWAY ROOM Date: February 15th, 2015 Time: 5:35 AM PST It had been...how long had it been? The group barely remembered. Some of them had been on a tram near the City Control Center, then...the dog aliens, and four-armed Sam, and Tadg had charged out and drugged the hell out of them. Everything after that was a blur. For the ones who weren't there, similar things had happened. They'd been wandering along, or surviving in a hole, or eating a sandwich. And then a mob of psychos showed up and drugged them. Regardless of how they'd encountered the group, though, everybody was now in the same position. Everybody was there. They were all unconscious around a deactivated Gateway Portal that formerly led to Ruby Mountain. The room itself was about thirty feet by thirty feet, and contained the single large ring-shaped gateway in the center. On one end of the room was a set of automatic doors leading to God knows where. The floors were hard and metallic, as were the walls, and the room was lit by pale blue lighting. Ruby Mountain engineers weren't imaginative. It was time to wake up with the hangover of a century. |
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05-29-2014, 07:37 AM
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Tadg stumbles forward after the dream machine is done with his consciousness.
"Man....fuck..." |
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05-29-2014, 07:44 AM
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As she came to, Anna really couldn't move all that well. EVERYTHING hurt right now. She could pretty much only let out weak mewling noises as her whole body throbbed with pain.
Let's see, that's usually a owowow reaction to the reflex boosting... So was I flying on that for hours or something? |
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05-29-2014, 07:48 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Wait. What. With a grumble, N cracked open his eyes to find himself on a hard, metal floor. Figures. They couldn't have even bothered to put in carpet or something. Wait, where was he, anyway? He vaguely remembered something about an AI, and telling his life story, but it was all a blur now. Like waking up from a dream. He attempted to stand, but quickly fell over when he discovered that his robotic arms were no longer there. Great. Whatever happened, he'd managed to lose them, somehow. His power armor and toolpack were in a heap next to him, too. He tried again, this time not relying on appendages he didn't have, and was met with much more success. All around him were unconscious bodies, a few familiar, most not. There was also Tadg. Tadg... N remembered now. Tadg had drugged them all, hadn't he? On the other hand, they weren't dead, so he'd restrain himself from ripping Tadg's arteries out. After standing, N took a moment to look over himself. Most notably, his mouths were covered in blood. He also had a number of what could best be described as "tribal war tattoos" all over his body. Seriously, what the fuck? Fortunately, his body would dissolve the tattoos within a few hours. That would just be embarrassing otherwise. "Opa'ab-isul, veasid eidmias..." N then realized that he wasn't wearing his armor, and wasn't being translated. "Taaadg," he began in English. "Wheere are we? Is thiis the ship?" |
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05-29-2014, 07:51 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"N, take a look at me." Tadg said indicating his current circumstance. "Do I look like I know what in the fuck?"
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05-29-2014, 07:52 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"Yeaah... Yeah, good pooint. Still haave to de-cide whether to thaank you or muurder you."
N took a look around, investigating the machinery in the room. He decided to wait in the portal room until more people had woken up. |
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05-29-2014, 07:53 AM
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"Eh, isnt it the same thing?"
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05-29-2014, 07:55 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Anna noticed people were talking. Never hurt to get help, so she made her meows a little louder and more plaintive.
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05-29-2014, 07:56 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Tadg looked at the weird cat dragon thing. Blinked. He then turned back to N. "Ok so yeah, there's that thing."
"Hang on.... where the bollocks is Dymov?" |
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05-29-2014, 07:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2014 07:58 AM by Anomaly.)
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"Hm?"
N was pretty sure he heard meowing. A few moments later, he noticed some kind of winged cat creature on the ground. "Looks like soome-one brought their pet aalong?" N looked around a while longer. "Doon't see him here. Who knoows what the hell your drugs diid to him, what-ever he is." |
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05-29-2014, 07:57 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
INIT RM_SENSOR_SYNC
RM_SENSOR_SYNC OK VOX_GEN OK VOX_TRANSMIT OK Lights lit up along what had appeared until now to be a black filing cabinet with 9mm pistols taped to the side and a pair of idle robotic legs. It juddered slightly, climbed to its feet and extruded a camera from the top, which rotated a quick 360°. From it issued a synthetic voice. "What. Where am I." |
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05-29-2014, 07:58 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"Hi.... you..."
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05-29-2014, 08:00 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"You're... soomewhere. If we're luck-y, in space."
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05-29-2014, 08:26 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Frank woke up with a massive hang over. The first thing he noticed was that he was holding the Section H coffee around his big ape arms.
Oh he also now had a fake moustache that was glued to his face, and a sheathed broadsword around his belt. Frank looked around the room until he saw the familiar faces of N and Tadg. "UGH?" was the first thing he said as he still felt woozy. |
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05-29-2014, 08:28 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Anna stood up, having come to the realisation these guys were not gonna help, and stretched, groaning in pain.
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05-29-2014, 08:33 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
The mobility chassis whirred and beeped.
"Connection established. We are in orbit of Earth. How the fuck did we get up here." |
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05-29-2014, 08:33 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"Hi, my fault."
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05-29-2014, 08:34 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
The chassis stomped around to face Tadg. "What did you do."
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05-29-2014, 08:35 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"Unnnnh... w-we're in space? Who are you guys? What happened to Ruby Mountain?"
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05-29-2014, 08:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-29-2014 08:36 AM by Galloglasses.)
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"Welllllllll..." Tadg begins. "Alot of things. I think I made the best drug ever and uh... Well, it made us basically... awesome I guess? I got this pict-HOLY SHIT THE PET IS TALKING!" Tadg punts the cat thing away. "Anyway, I got this picture here. We did some crasy ass shit. Why? Why can't you remember anything? Your an AI afterall."
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05-29-2014, 08:38 AM
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"Fuuucking hell, Tadg."
N made sure the cat wasn't dead. |
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05-29-2014, 08:38 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"System check indicated my memories are corrupted," monotoned the mobility chassis, "All other systems are nominal. Although this chassis is a piece of shit."
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05-29-2014, 08:38 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
Star, having a nightmarish dream, stood in the burning and destroyed remains of what once was Ruby Mountain. Everything and everyone covered in blood. Nothing moving. Nothing alive.
She stood there, looking around in fright mouthing the word no over and over again to herself. Waking on the the ship in a panic, she just kind of sits up, pupils small in a shock like state. "...I....It's g-gone. The o-only place I've e-ever called home....g-gone..." She says, to no one in particular. |
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05-29-2014, 08:39 AM
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RE: Ruby Mountain: Part 2
"AH!"
Anna hit the wall, hard, and slumped down. "You son of a- you could have killed me!" |
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