( Quick reference. The fates of all players and npcs in this RP are decided by Dice. Here is a quick reference so players do not have to hunt and search for it else where.
When prompted the GM, sometimes other players depending on the situation, rolls a 10 sided dice off screen and posts the result. Success always favors the player.
10-9 Uncanny Success! Crittical hit. Etc etc.
8-6 Success. Hit. Dodge etc etc
5-3 Failure. Miss. Failed dodge. etc etc.
2-1 Critical Failure. Players can only die if this is rolled. Very few situations are non fatal.
WHEN CHARACTERS DIE: Exactly how the character, ahem, kicks the bucket is up to them. But they are either killed / taken out of commision. On their next turn they may enter with a new character.
ENTERING THE GAME: Please run it by us in the ooc Redshirt thread found on the rp forum. Rules for alts are there. Generally all you need to do is have a believable entry and describe your alt. More than one alt can be played at once.
you only need to let us know you are joining in once. After you join the game, and possibly lose an alt, you do not need approval for the next.
The only major rule is be prepaired to have things go...wrong.
How long will your character survive
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Space.
The final frontier.
For some...a Fatal frontier...
The only noise ensign could hear at this point was his own tired pants and gasps for breath that barely drowned out the sound of his own heart beat.
At this point the ensign didn't even know where he was going. These tunnels were poorly lit and poorly marked and he was running blind through them at break neck speed as one would run through the trees of his homeworld L'veth.
His gold and purple stripes did little however to blend into the tight corridors and open wires of the maintinance tunnels.
The reptilian skinned cat paused at an intersection to lean up against the wall and clutch tightly at his chest. A combination of micro gravity and easy access to food replicators was slowing the young ensign down.
If he got out of here alive then he would swear off all fast food for the rest of his life. If he got out of this.
The ensign looked up then and couldnt believe what he saw. An exit sign! He was saved!
"Oh thank all that is holy." The ensign took too steps forward and was tackled from behind. His body flew across the room, landing in a hap hazard pile against the far wall. The reptillian cat began to craw away with a terrified yowl.
His screams where drowned out by a loud peircing SKREEEEEEEEEEE!
The last sound he heard was the sickening crunch of the creatures teeth as they sank into his hide...
Sometime later ...
The quartermaster was less than pleased. By definition he was never pleased or even pleasing to look at. Sitting behind a desk made for humans only gave him something to compare his vast size and bulk too.
lurching over his desk so his head wouldnt brush against the cieling the quartermaster growled. Or prehaps it was his usual breathing noise. It was hard to twll when one has an aligator shaped head filled with tusks. His body was made of chittin, like an insect shell, and colored brown. All four arms were busy with paper work while his scorpion like tail twitched impatiently on the floor.
It was generally conaidered unwise to keep the quartermaster waiting. And the team he had summoned here were getting close to the dead line...
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