The Western Frontier: An Episodic, Schizotech Sci-Fi RP
Nerin stood, motionless, his arms tightly crossed as he gazed towards the bright electrical pulses that shot around the ship as it entered hyperspace. A cold, uncaring look filled his eyes as he each individual spark collided against the plate glass, dissipating into nothingness upon impact. A loud crackle emitted from the rear of the vessel as the engines powered up, echoing throughout the ship's hull as it prepared to launch. It was an unusual, almost mesmerizing display, but Nerin was accustom to it all, no longer finding it the slightest bit enticing. He listened to crackle that echoed off the glass pane, but through the disorganized static, he heard another, even more familiar noise, his focus suddenly shifting from the void towards the pair of metallic feet stepping behind him, all too aware of who they belonged to.
"So, what's up?" Nerin asked, his eyes still gazing out towards the void. The reply he had excepted did not come immediately, which made him somewhat uneasy, only showing in the sudden stiffness of his posture.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." The man behind him finally answered. "Those rookies who phoned in for the job are waiting for us at Tanra Sta-"
"Hey, Gira, my good friend," Nerin interrupted, his voice shockingly calm despite the nature of the nest words to exit his mouth, "remind me again, why in the bloody hell are we recruiting?"
"Because Nerin, on our last bounty everyone other than us and Hiener got killed in that fucking explosion! That one you blindly drove us in to!"
"That's not true, Haar's still aliv-."
"He's in the goddamn hospital, idiot, he lost both his legs and an arm! The fact the doctors are still able to patch him up with cybernetics is nothing short of a miracle!" Gira paused, placing a hand on his forehead, then continued, "Not that he's our problem anymore, he quit. He said the whole business was too risky for someone about to get married."
"Good for him. He's gonna be one of the few who leave this business not in a bloody casket." Nerin muttered, his eyes rolling at the thought. "Anyway, when are we picking up these newbies..."
There was a bright flash of light as the vessel fully entered hyperspace, launching itself forward through the glowing energy field at an alarming rate, suddenly vanishing from sight and from this very plane of existence. The duo's conversation continued within the confines of their vessel, but fell into silence mere moments later.
In farthest region of the galaxy, in the farthest future imaginable, lies the Western Frontier, a lost portion of humanity surrounded on all sides by the threats that lurk in void and those that lie hidden underneath its own skin. Once a proud symbol of human expansion and a trade, thriving on the very edges of space deemed uninhabitable, this small grouping of systems now fights a never ending war on corruption and anarchy. Whole sectors of space are now controlled by pirates, murderers and the rest of their ilk, while the politicians openly speaking out against it are in truth powerless to oppose it.
In order to provide a defense against these threats, the government, private companies and police forces began to employ bounty hunters in order to bring these criminals to justice and protect their assets. Among all of these, Blackhearts carved out their domain in the system, founded by countless planetary governments and supported by even more. At their peak, they bolstered over a hundred hunters, but those days are long past, and there numbers have dwindled dramatically since its founding ten years ago, as only three of the original founders remain. However, the stubborn trio are unwilling to allow their business to sink so easily, and have once more opened their doors to recruitment.
The pay's lousy, the work's dangerous, and one rarely stays in the same spot for long, but hey, it's a living...
- - - -The Western Frontier, Important Notes- - - -
- - - - Sheet Format/Example- - - -
- - - - Rules - - - -
1) Be respectful of the GM and other players
2) No Godmodding, Trenchcoating or mary sueing.
3) If I kill you off don't bitch about it.
4) Don't argue with me.
5) Have fun.