I'm about 50% done with character creation. Wading through a new system is tough, but I'm getting there. I have today off, so will keep workingo n it.

Well, shoot. There goes my whole build.

I am also waiting for more character creation deets.

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Glad you liked it.

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I can do that if you want, but I was leaning more towards the arcane build.

I'd like to give a rogue ago, but if someone else has their heart set on it, I enjoy a ranger as well.

I created a character for a 5e game on here, but the DM cancelled it after a post or two apiece. Any restrictions we need to know about for this campaign?

My post is up. Interested to see where we're going.

Smuggling was expected. Some B&E? Right up his alley. A gunfight to protect the ship and her crew? No sweat.

A vaccuum jump to a derelict ship that set every one of his senses to tinglin'? Fox hadn't signed up for this.

Fox did his best to calm himself has he moved around his room, grabbing things. Was this a fool's errand? Absolutely. But he was going along anyway. More the fool, I, it seems. He could refuse to go. The captain probably wouldn't space him for it. Just boot him off at the next stop. Fox shook his head at the thought. He'd agreet to be part of the crew. That came with...responsibilties. He almost shuddered at the thought.

All right Fox. That's enough time to bitch about it. It's happening, so come to peace with it. Better that he get his head on straight now, and be of more use later. Might be the difference between coming back or not. He gathered the last of his things, slotting them onto his toolbelt and stuffing them into pockets.

(((Later, when everyone is aboard and the Captain has addressed us.)))

"I just want to say this now, as if it all goes to hell I won't be able to later. 'I told you so.'"

All right, maybe he wasn't quite done bitching yet.

(((OOC: Fox is bringing SubKelvin, Patch Tape, Chameleon Suit, Fedband Scanner, Lock Picks, Lock Picks: Electronic, Cutting Torch, Tool Set: Electronic)))

I'll be honest. If I'd known this was coming? I'd have passed on Destiny. Serenity is amazing, but high-fantasy will always be my first love. And I've been salivating to do a high level run since I first started DnD.

Please, if you would? Put me down for first alternate? If you can't get a full group?

He couldn't believe his ears. He'd taken the Captain at his word before, but apparently, that had been a mistake. He had the feeling that it was far too late, but Fox had never been good at staying silent..... "You can't be serious. This is the exact opposite of avoiding trouble."

Wyatt pauses and stares hard at the man. "We got an obligation at the very least. No one leaves a boat floatin' in the Black with a distress call playin' over an' over. No human being with a soul, that is."

Fox shook his head. "If that's really the Demeter, then there's no way there'd be anyone left to help. And whether it is or not, do you know what follows the Apollo-class around? The Alliance."

"I hear ya," Sung says flatly. "But we had t' come within a spit n' a throw t' even pick up on the distress call. We ain't picked up no Alliance boats in the area so that's the least of our worries. 

"Now, if that's really the Demeter, then there's some possible payout associated with this humanitarian effort. An' with the Demeter havin' been missin' fer all these years, we have even more chance o' makin' that payout without trouble."

Fox barely stopped himself from snorting. "Because the 'Verse is just that kind and we're all just that lucky."

Pushing his hat back on his head, the corner of Wyatt's mouth turns up in a sardonic half-smile, "If it chooses not t' be, we'll hogtie it, slap a brand on its backside, an' ride it t' town." Dropping the attitude, the captain hooks both thumbs behind his belt near the back and says, "You've been heard, Fox. I ain't dismissin' yer concern but if'n we don't take risks, well... there ain't no reward. We proceed at a cautious pace." he addresses everyone. "There's no room fer mistakes."

Fox shook his head, but didn't object again. This was the kind of madness he'd apparently signed on for. Nothing left but to deal with it now.

Brom and I have done a collab. it will be polished and up by the end of the day today.

Fox doesn't have an opinion on being on being on the boarding team or not. He actually doesn't favor stopping here at all. I'll have a post up to that effect as soon as I have a dadgum minute.

"We got ourselves an unknown some three thousand klicks ahead and in path. I'd appreciate everyone gettin' situation for whatever Gorram shinanigans are 'bout t' go down."

Fox froze at the announcement, then shook himself. It was too soon for it to have anything to do with him. He needed to keep remindimg himself that the 'verse didn't spin around his problems. That was why he was here, on this ship, and not dragged back tot he Core or worse.

Nodding to himself, he beings the process of gearing up. Time to wander on up to the cockpit and see what kind of trouble the Captain's found.

What everyone knows:

*Very confident, bordering on arrogant.

*Slightly twitchy.

*Has a firm, but not neccesarily vocal, dislike of the Alliance.

*Avoids giving details about himself.

What Wyatt and Pops know:

*Fox's real name.

*Gets uneasy if in the open for too long.

What Alexis knows:

*Fos is minorly to moderately paranoid about something.

What Alexander knows:

*Fox has some higher education, but not neccesarily an in-depth one.

Thats about all I can think of for now. If anybody can think of anything their character should know about him, and has a good reason for it, I'm open to listen.

Post is up. Thanks so much Bromern for collabing with me.

One thing. I posted earlier in thread, but I'll say it again. Only the Captain and Pops know Sean's real name. He'll be introducing himself as Fox until he knows everyone better.

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Sean eyed the interior of Tick Tock's Bar and Grill.It wasn't his speed, but to each their own. A few scans of the room satisfied him that only one table was looking at him. And based on the description he'd been given it was his new.... boss. And guest.

Jaw clenched slightly, Sean made his way to the men.He managed to relax enough to keep from grinding out, "You must be Wyatt Sung. Thought this was a private meet?"

Hazel eyes peered up from underneath the brim of his hat.The man holds Sean's gaze for a moment, before he looks back down to the table and slowly picks up the mug sitting in front of him. "I am. This is." Taking a sip of the drink, Sung sets the mug back down with a quiet clunk. "This here's a private interview 'tween you, me, 'n Pops. 'Bout as private as it gets." He gestures across the table from himself. "Sit down. Want anythin' t' drink?"

Sean freezes for a moment, then a small smile returns. "No, thank you." Seating himself, he briefly glanced at both men, making only sporadic eye contact as he continued scanning the room. "So then, I hear you're looking for a tech."

"We are," Wyatt looks up at again from beneath the brim of his cowboy hat and turns the mug about absent-mindedly on the table. "Yer credentials look t' be on the up 'n up. What makes you the right fit?"

Business. Sean settles and answers in a low, steady voice. "I've got the skills for the job, plus a few others. You won't find a better tech than me outside the Alliance. I can set up and fully test any security you might want, electronic or mechanical. I've got no attachments dirtside anywhere, and so no conflict of interest or divided loyalties. I'm almost perfect for the job, I'd wager." Right to the point. Wyatt Sung seems like the type to apprciate straightforwardness. Sean wondered how long before he was let go for merely annoying the man in front of him.

Glancing at the man introduced as Pops, Wyatt registers the older, bearded man's expression and looks back Sean. "Things'll happen, most likely," he drawls. "You averse t' trouble?"

Even if he'd been inclined, Sean couldn't have stopped the smirk on his face. Oh Cap, if only you knew. "You lookin' for it?"

"Would prefer t' avoid it if possible," Sung countered. "'Course, gotta know my crew can handle themselves when the Tian fuhn di fu. We do what we need t' do t' keep flyin', dohn ma?"

Sean gave a firm nod. He had the measure of the man now. At least enough of one to get to the next planet, if necessary. Hopefully farther. "Someone tries to ground us, I'm more than capable of doing what needs done." Once again, a smirk adorned Sean's face. "To answer your earlier question, no, I'm not adverse to trouble at all."

"Like I said, yer paper looks proper. This is the offer on the table," Wyatt shifts and leans forward. "One run. Consider it a trial. All goes well an' ya got yerself a home."

Perfect. He'd been a little worried. Sean felt he was more than qualified for the job, but things had fallen apart for the most asinine of reasons in the past. Sean's smirk transformed into a more genuine smile. "Jing Chai! Looking forward to working with you. Oh, and  Captain? You have my name, and I assume the old timer does too. But for the record, I go by Fox."

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Tian fuhn di fu -  sky tumbles while earth turns over

Dohn ma? - Understand?

Jing Chai - Brilliant!

Drat. I was looking forward to zeegee squirrelsuit shenanigans.

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I'll take room 8

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Confession time. I'm a bit stumped. Bromern, you being the Captain and all, would you be willing to do a brief collab on finding/hiring me?

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Sorry, didn't see we'd started yet.

I'll start working on my intro post. My character will have only introduced himself to everyone as Fox.

Excited to get going.

I'm afraid not. This was going to be a hands-on learning experience for me, having never DM'd before. I'm just not up to doing this on my own.

I hate to disappoint everyone, but I'm gonna have to call it dead until/unless Grugg comes back some day.

My sincerest apologies.

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Life seems to have swallowed Grugg whole. Hate to do it, but I'm declaring a two-week hiatus.

Hopefully we can reconvene at that point.

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Ok, finished most of my character sheet, I think. Submitted it for approval.

Going to be Tech/Gunslinger.

Thanks again Alacrity, for showing me where I was messing up.

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I PM'd you Alacrity. Thanks for the offer.

Tann, I appreciate the thought, but with my work/sleep schedule, we wouldn't be able to meet up till Mon/Tue. And that's too long to make everyone else wait on me, I think.

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