Cloud Wolf (Act1)

[MrRazot]

Act 1
The Castea Space port is famously known for it's estranged beauty. A lone synthetic moon orbiting the dying blue sun of a civilisation long extinct. The Castea was found when radiowaves that had been travelling many millennia had finally hit one of the neighbouring solar systems. It had even hit the Human's planet Earth at some point, but they were all still too primitive to have decoded it.
The outer layers of Castea are used for mostly trade and where some of he best hotels in the known galaxy can be found. Moving inward are where the pilots hang out telling stories and smaller markets run. The core in inaccessible to most people except the engineers who work daily to keep everything running and not crashing into a dying sun.


Some say there is a darkness in the depths if Castea where drug lords, smuggling circles and trafficking rings hide in plain sight, praying on anyone looking for easy credits or the unlucky pilot who leaves their ships unattended for too long.


There is however also a lot of hope for anyone trying to make a living from flying cargo. Castea is indeed the trading centre of the galaxy and is flocked with everyone from mercenaries to explorers trying to make it big. Anyone can be anything and Castea was the place to start.

[SinGenesis]

Caspar walked down the corridors of the spacestation, observing the area. He was looking for work in pretty much anything. He found a small bar and ordered a glass of milk, drinking it quickly, he was parched. He paid for it, asking the barman if their was any work around here. "Sorry kid, not on the spacestation itself, but you might be able to get something on a cargo ship around here." The fox replied, cleaning a glass. Caspar walked off, asking for jobs. He needed money badly, he wanted to get a degree in mathematics. But university cost money, which was something that wasn't exactly in abundance in his family. He considered loan sharks, but decided he wouldn't as he didn't particularly want his kneecaps broken. He sat down on a bench and sighed, swishing his tail slightly.

[Magical Machine]

A velociraptor with white feathers on his body, blue feathers on the end of his tail and the back of his head and black hands and feet, both of which were featherless, was walking down a different corridor within the space station. As he did, he looked at possible crews he could work with, however, not very many managed to catch his interest. Especially the crew that looked like it had a bunch of guys that could snap his neck like a twig without even trying, so he kept searching. Eventually, he found himself walking into the hangar of the space station as he figured now would be a great time to look there. Even though him searching there first would have made this go by a lot quicker.


Eventually, he started to feel his heart get a little heavy as he began to doubt his chances of getting a job with a crew. He didn't want to go back without some sort of job to to keep the hotel roof over his head. Nor did he want to go back more poor than the people that couldn't even afford to live within the cities. So instead of giving up then and there, he went ahead and sat down on a small metal crate within the hangar while waiting for an opportunity to come by and save his day.

[MrRazot]

Perry was thrown to the floor outside of his favourite bar (until now) in the whole of the station.
"you'll be contacted" said one of the bouncers.
"Don't let us see you here again" the other said before slamming the door.


"Damnit" Perry said to himself under his breath.
This was the last contact he had to follow up and things hadn't exactly seemed to have gone well. Sure he'd broken all three rules of job searching: all three being "be discreet".
At least he still had his ship for now. Today was the last day before it would be impounded and fined and the day was if anything nearly through.


Perry picked himself up and dusted the dirt off his jacket. He decided perhaps to just go to his ship and get the pre-flight going so he could just take off whenever he needed, pursued or not. He'd tried to be clear about that he had a fairly fast ship that he'd been told used to belong to some pirate before he was taken down in a massive bust a few years ago. The ship had been sold for scrap, but Perry'd managed to secure it and get it flying again.


Even when he'd arrived the docking security had taken extra measures down to the ship being unable to be read on their systems.


For now he'd decided to perhaps spend the rest of his time looking for something along the lines of a crew. The past few journeys had been fairly lonely. Not that it mattered that much...


He decided to grab a bench while he checked his PDA to see how his funds were doing, not good. 2 notifications had however popped up. One said he had 4 hours left before his ship would be impounded and the other was in regards to some cargo that had been taken to be loaded onto his ship. Perhaps someone had taken pity on him? Perhaps it was just a mistake, he'll sort it out when he gets back.


Perry rubbed the side of his head, he seemed to have bashed it when he was thrown to the floor.
"oooh" he said to himself, closing one eye and applying pressure to what was probably going to turn into a bruise.
At least it wasn't the worst thing to happen to him.

[Tim Siguire]

Reice was delivering a package for the outdoor bar he worked for.
He was told to carry a White, Plaster Box filled Bugdorian Malt, Alistair's Wine, and Rita's Margaritas.
On the way to the batr carrying the package in his arms, he slips on an empty glass from the bar's trash pile and drops the box, smashing it open. 'Great, i'm getting fired for this one." Reice picked up two bottles of Alistair's Wine and went to his boss, saying: 'Hey boss. How ya doin? I delivered that package for ya, it's waiting outside and I quit, hope you have a nice day byyee!'
Reice quickly walked out of the bar room knowing the boss would be furious, so he told everyone to slow down the boss until he left the area. 'Gotta find a new occupation. Maybe a crew, a full time, permanent, happy crew. And hopefully not some mercs who care about themselves.'


All of the commotion from trade and travel in the space station made it more lively than a Mass Effect Citadel reference.
The fact that all types of galaxians and aliens from different worlds came here to trade, even meet up with and talk to old friends.
The people on earth were living okay though, with the new technologies and stuff. Reice then spread his arms and flapped his wings a bit. 'I know just what to do, i'll find me a captain! But with what i'm wearing I doubt he'd accept me.'
Reice was wearing a torn brown jacket ontop of a cleanish grey thick T-shirt, Along with some pants that seemed to be made of pearls, they glowed a blue and shined a green. The clothes were hand downs anyways, nothing he'd truly wear but they fit.

[SinGenesis]

Caspar turned his head and saw the Peregrine Falcon being thrown out. "Poor guy." He said, and after 5 minutes of debating, he went over to him. "Um... Hello. I-I'm Caspar, are you okay? Those bouncers threw you out kinda roughly. Do you want me to take you to the medical bay?" He asked, stammering a little. He then saw the impoundment notification on the falcon's PDA. "You know I could make security forget all about your impoundment of your ship. I want just one thing in return, to be part of your crew." he whispered, not wanting anyone to overhear his potential act of vandalism. "What do you say?"

[KittKat chunky~]

Misha watched the falcon sitting alone on a bench outside the bar, he looked rather worse for wares. The painted otter leaned against a discarded stack of shipping crates as she watched him in silence. Occasionally her plain outer-rim clothing received the odd glance or look from passers by, but she ignored them and instead watched closely. A white lion had approached the peregrine and sat down beside him.

"Query: That's the guy you want?" The little droid hovering beside her spoke in a tinny crackling voice. It's blue photoreceptor eye glowed as it turned to Misha and gave an obviously disapproving bleep.

"Yep, he's the guy. Just keep quiet and let me do the talking B-2." She replied with a sigh and started to walk over. Now was as good a time as ever.



Lush greenery and exotic plants spilled out over a low-walled section of public gardens opposite the bench and bars. Fan leaf trees provided some shade from the bright synthetic sunlight. Misha sat down and crossed one leg over the other, her tail swishing anxiously as she waited a moment and then looked across to the peregrine falcon.

"Hey, you're the guy who got kicked out on his face back there."  She spoke matter-of-factly, glancing briefly to the white lion. He appeared to be in the middle of a whispered conversation. Turning back to the peregrine she shrugged. "You really don't want to go to the medical bay, overpriced and a slow service to boot."

[MrRazot]

Perry was startled by the sudden attention. Perhaps he'd been knocked harder than he thought, but there were two people who weren't there before. This thoughts had been on the PDA and had hardly heard either the Lion or Otter talking to him.


"Thanks, but I should be fine" he said picking up the last few things he heard, standing up to face them, somewhat a mix of politeness and surprise, while rubbing his shoulder.
"My ship isn't impounded yet, but..." he paused and stared at them both "...but..." he tried walking a bit only to find there was a limp to his step and sharp pain where there shouldn't be one. He decided to sit down again.


"I'm terribly sorry but could you both help me to my ship?"

[KittKat chunky~]

Misha watched the Peregrine with a bemused smile, cocking her head to one side slightly as he got unsteadily to his feet and sat quickly back down. She glanced sidelong at the Lion again and stood up with a swish of her tail. "Ok, just try not to move your arm too much there. We'll get you back to your ship."

Stooping next to him Misha took out a small patch of white plastic and applied it to the Peregrine's forehead, a numbing sensation slowly overcame the worst of the bruising pain. All the while the little B-2 medical droid hovered around them, assessing Perry with a hum as it flitted back and forth through the air.
"Statement:  Subject displaying symptoms of mild concussion...  Other possibilities include this subject is simply dim-witted, his estimated IQ does appear rather low-"

With an aggravated sigh Misha swatted the machine away and helped Perry to his feet. Carefully she placed his arm over her shoulder before looking pointedly at Caspar for help, muttering. "Just tell us the way."

[Tim Siguire]

Taking a sip of his free wine, Reice walked over to the Porting Bay.
"Well I weonder what we'll see here today, ey people?" *knowing nobody was even listening to him he just continued walking*
"Mmmm, these ships are amazing, this one has a live.. ornament on it's hood.. I don't think it ever was alive.
Ooh, this ship is beautiful! It's got an antique feel with a fresh composition, err reconstruction.. whoever owns this ship is pretty cool.
I haven't seen ships like these since I was a kid, it's got so much age but it looks fine."


Reice looks over, wondering who the owner is, and notices a White Lion, Falcon and an Otter holding up the falcon. Curiously he walks over and asks: "Hey, is he okay?" This looks bad wearing a ripped jacket and holding a bottle of wine, But it's non-alchoholic. Reice thought. "Anyone need help?"

[SinGenesis]

Caspar nodded and began helping the Peregrine to walk. He placed his avian companion's arm around his shoulder, struggling a little. He wasn't very strong, but then again, growing up in abject poverty did rather have a tendency to dash your hopes of having a decent physique. He glanced at the Otter, intrigued by her. He had never seen one like her before. But still, for all he knew, she was an undercover Security agent. He didn't particularly want them to find out it was he who was snooping through their database earlier this week. This is what tended to happened when he was bored, he'd find something difficult to do and he would just do it. He enjoyed Sudoku, but he had just finished all the books the shop had. The algebra one was tricky, but still not very satisfying. He turned to the falcon, curious about him. "W-What's your name?" He asked, his stammer coming through.

[Ryan Naismith]

The ship Jeffrey was in stank. It stank predominately of rust, but there were other smells that he could not identify (nor did he care to).His Hardsuit, unfortunately, detected a breathable atmosphere so it filtered any toxins, but the smell of whatever it is came along with it.
The cargo he was delivering was in an even worse state (if that was even possible) than the ship he was in. Or at least the container that he had been given to take to this ship (he had been given strict orders to not open it,). He was pretty sure that he had been given the wrong location, but he checked his Hardsuit’s computer for the umpteenth time, and again, he was in the place it told him to be.  This mission began seeming more and more like a setup
He would contact his employer, but he had been given this location by an anonymous number, and the package by some hooded man that he never got to know his face or name (he didn't even know if this ship is a transport or a meeting place.). This all stunk of illegality, and he had no connections to keep him safe if the Castean Civil authority came rolling in. His best defense would be that he didn't know, and that was not likely at all to warrant him anything other than an “That sucks” as they threw him in jail, and robbed him of his most expensive possessions. Still, the pay was good enough so that he was willing to risk it. So he found a somewhat comfortable and somewhat non-dirty spot with a good view of all entrances and exits, and he sat down, placed his pulse rifle within easy reach, and got ready to wait for whatever, or whoever came from wherever to do who the hell knows what.

[MrRazot]

"Oh sorry... My name...owch ... is Perry"
He glanced quickly at the two helping him, trying to read their faces, then ushered them to stop for a moment.
"The H-Tram Station should just be around the corner, I think it's that one that will take us to the Hanger bay my ship was at"
He looked puzzled for a second
"Or was it the one around the last corner?"


The H(over)-Tram System was already notorious for being annoyingly confusing, and while many visitors to Castea had  lodged complaints with the governing body, very little was done as complaints were usually disregarded on the terms of "they're probably not here for long" or "they should bloody well learn the schedule then".
That was usually easier said than done though as who ever designed the map and schedule had obviously never looked at a map, or understood what a map was indeed supposed to do.


"Yea I think it's this one" Perry said finally, leading them onwards.

[KittKat chunky~]

"Query:   Are we really going to help this vagabond? I must question your judgement when it comes to assisting people who have just been thrown out of an establishment."

B-2 floated alongside the trio, occasionally directing a derisive comment towards anyone who would listen. Misha simple tried to ignore the little medical droid and instead focussed on following Perry's directions.

Every now and then she could see the white lion glance surreptitiously her way as they walked, although this was not something she was unaccustomed to. Many people this side of the galaxy seemed unable to prevent themselves outright staring when they saw the cream Ly'trah markings of her fur, many of them were also men, she mused. Anyway, the Lion seemed young and had a rather underfed look about him. She sighed and simply listened to Perry as they walked towards the landing hangars. What she would do for travel on a ship these days...

"Statement:  The subject still appears to be short of memory units, are you sure he is really a ship captai-?"

At this Misha finally lunged for the hovering nuisance and slapped the droid to her hip, securing it despite the best of struggles to her belt. "That's quite enough now I think..." She sighed again, shifting to help keep Perry propped up as a strange lizard mammal hybrid approached. He seemed to be asking if they needed help. With a flick of her tail she glanced over the stranger's garish coloured clothing, totally at odds to the subdued traditions of the outer rim that she had always known.

They really seemed to be gathering an unusual amount of attention. Normally the sight of two people helping another walk haphazardly back to his ship from the bars wouldn't have got a second look at most space stations.

[SinGenesis]

"You're a Ly'trah Otter, aren't you?" Caspar asked, remembering his neighbours being a pair of Ly'trah Otters a while ago before his house was burned down. He didn't like how much attention they were getting, his laser pistol wasn't exactly reliable, plus he couldn't hit the side of a barn wall unless it was point blank range. It was really more for show than anything. He glared at the little disc shaped robot. He didn't like robots. He did not trust them, they didn't have faces, so they could easily lie to you and you would not even know it. "Your robot has quite the bitchy personality." He said grunting slightly as he continued to try and support the falcon. He was in Caspar's opinion, fat. But he wouldn't say that to him, not unless he wanted to be cleaning decks for the foreseeable future.