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The Human smiled and spoke words which took a few moments to register within the young Luanari's mind. Captain was a rank. The other words that followed were probably his name, or perhaps a title. A greeting. The Starfinder. And, finally, her nickname! Things were actually clicking pretty well for her, which meant that the cryosleep had not inflicted any lasting damage upon her brain. Captain Drahveen Azor. Draveen Azure? Draven Azure? There we go. This is my new captain. She remained still when the probably-a-male crouched down and adjusted the sleeves of her robes. Clearly she had been wearing it incorrectly. Perhaps it wasn't the

SRK focused mostly on the captain, leaving the team that seemed focused on their own thing doing whatever they were doing. When she was asked to do a task, she simply went and fetched what he was asking for. It did not take too long as she was capable of communicating with a few systems of the ship on her own. Seeing another shortstack being around while she had been busy made her look confused for a moment but she did not pay attention to it right yet. At the end of his speech, the cat bot felt the need for corrections. "Warning! This avatar is not an android cat but an Anthroid, designed for communication between me and the systems used for

Sonja was.bored , really really bored she hated speeches she would rather being eating strawberries as she held her head in her arms. Once it was all said and done her inquisitive side looked at the small alien creature desire of dissection enter her mind before she shook her head she was brought in as a doctor not a medic for her old.......work. speaking of which she needs to go find her notes grabbing a handful of strawberry and anything she deemed sweet as she head back to her pod to search for notes rubbing her head as remembering caused a form of headache. Her work as a mercenary ended and that dreaded return was behind her the ol

“You’re welcome,” Miranda acknowledged the captain’s mouthed words with an airy laugh. “I’ll make sure to have a fresh pot brewed every morning,” she promised, flashing a warm smile. She assembled everything on the cart so that it was not only presentable and appealing but also flowed naturally with whatever someone wanted to eat. And then she faded into the background, the real meaning behind the not so endearing nickname given to her by her family. Dedd see pure all of her training and accomplishments she was actually the least accomplished person in the long succession of chefs in the Steele family. Not to mention that her personality was

No promises

Lucky’s eyes were glued to the sway of her hips like a swinging pendulum lulling him to hypnosis. The rest of the world was nonexistent as far as he knew until she suddenly tugged on his shirt and snapped him out of it. He indulges her excitement and lets her pull him to what he assumed was a hotel continental breakfast. He eyes everything over before mumbling “How tough am I?” Before he just grabs a bowl of cereal and skips past the milk. He takes a seat and looks the room at all the people he would be working with. His eyebrow arches at the extra terrestrial. His attention finally turns to the captain and he lets out a groan at his tal

You'd think after five years in cryostasis sleeping in a real bed would be a phenomenal reprieve. But sleep doesn't come easy to those who feel the weight of nightmares and memories refusing to let the mind come to rest. It had been two hours since he first laid down in the empty captain's quarters to try and get his sleep. He laid on his front, his back, both sides. He tried fluffing his pillows, stacking them, he even tried no pillows. Covers, no covers, eventually Draven was staring up at the ceiling when his mouth slowly opened to release a quiet. "Fuck." This wasn't the first time, insomnia claimed him as a victim but it was the fir

Draven hated cryosleep, the experimental technology was deemed safe for deep space travel. The media praised it to the equivalent of taking a nap and when you wake, you'll be at your destination. For the young captain, it may as well be a nap in Hell. Five years had passed since the launch of the Starfinder. Five years since the crew of Shift Echo had seen the sun, or felt grass beneath their feet. For many it was a peaceful slumber but for Draven... the cryopod offered no reprieve for the nightmares of his past. Gunfire, sirens, screams and a woman screaming his name caused his eyes to jolt open and gasp to fill his lungs with the despe

Very true. Please avoid ruining Human - Luanari relationships with freak scalpel accidents thank you.

Could be worse sonja has a weird tick that makes her want to the workings of everything

Of course poor Xyvee will understand none of that, although perhaps that is for the better.

The Keebler Elf. XD

The Nova idea sounds kind of funny. Ice breaker crew party and/or games? Hostile alien attack could be neat too. An exchanging of Human and Luanarian cultures?!?

Well this is more of inspiration,.I rushed the backstory but sonja was a merc, based off of tf2 medic, one side bubbly the other side is murder happy, well of there was an event that shows hostility and her bloodthirsty side comes out maybe the ship has something that can go into memories or someone's mind. That or the project she was apart of was illegal dealing with respawn machines which she just so happens to still carry notes of

((Imagining Draven seeing this tiny alien wearing a robe made me giggle/snort harder than I actually expected! )) When the door opened and the tiny shift pilot introduced herself to him, he had a sudden flashback of memory discussing how an alien would be aboard the vessel to serve as a sort of exchange program amongst their people. The confusion on Draven's face wasn't from he existence... but her presence on this shift. He thought someone so important would have been assigned to Shift A... or even B... but Echo? That didn't make sense! A comical image of Draven on the bridge with an android and alien, both half his size

One pod had been sequestered away from the others within its own compartment upon the massive spacefaring vessel. It had been a late addition to the ship, for within this lone pod was an anomaly of sorts, at least for most of Humanity. A single Luanari had been sent along on the expedition, and had been smuggled in by those with the proper clearance to know of her people. With any luck their species would not be a secret for too long, but for the time both the Luanari and The Earth Federation were still going through the complicated process of alliance building and exploration of one another's peoples. Humans were not the first aliens discove

The cat creature finally finished taking a good look at the small crew and before she could really address them, the captain did well to notice her and do so first. She turned to him and spoke with a voice that seemed pretty "normal" for what she looked like, making difficult to know if she was even real or not, "Warning! Identification of all awake personal required! This unit has been taking care of the ship while the crew has been sleeping.". The voice felt less robotic, having actual personality into it and her personality didn't seem amused, based on the mildly serious expression painted on this little creature's face. The little she spo

Lucky was a bit irritated at being called by his birth name. He stops a moment to turn to Draven and salutes him with a middle finger. “Get the name right, Captain Planet. It’s Lucky.” He doesn’t bother with the files on his locker and goes in to grab some of his favored attire: a t-shirt and a pair of work pants followed by a pair of boots. He also slaps on a tool belt and then a work jacket over his shoulders just he could have more pockets for tools. Finally, he puts on his lucky items: gloves, goggles, and a hat. He starts his way to the hall when the little gardener bumps into him. He looks her over with a smirk as she starts speaki

Sonja turned on the water blushing as she lathered up soap to put on her body. she could've sworn she was wearing clothes but she could not remember. oh this has happened ever since.......... it hurts her head to remember that but she quickly got done washing looking for her clothes in the locker room trying to calm her frayed nerves she honestly hated being naked though a part of her wanted her to be once again it hurts to remember or whatever happened. Sonja hums as he puts on a heavy overcoat onto her self feeling comfortable in anything that made her asset look smalelr than they actually were

Hmm, seems like the captain wants us to go casual instead of formal, Miranda thought to herself having got a short glimpse at the man in question just moments ago. She set aside her typical uniform for the moment, opting instead for the comfort of her more everyday clothes. Namely, a simple tank dress that had a v-shaped neckline and although it was form fitting the slits along the sides gave her a free range of motion. She paired it with a pair of comfy heeled boots and a waist apron that acted as a tool belt of sorts. Her hair had been blessedly easy enough to manage, falling in long inky black waves down her back and so she was among the f

Draven had already finished his shower by the time the others 'hatched'. Fortunately this was a civilian vessel so uniforms were only mandatory during launch and when the colony ship would make landfall on their new home. He pulled up a pair of gray cargo pants up to his hips and put on a black tank and his brown leather jacket to cover his shoulders. Once he was finished getting dressed he closed the locker door right when a robed Miranda entered to communal locker and shower room. His eyes glanced over her briefly as he said her name aloud quietly to himself to try and steel her name to his memory. "Miranda Steele." Despite the barely

With the responsiveness of the system, the computer was not the only being alerted about some awakenings happening. A very lively synthetic life form, roaming aboard, also was made aware of the sudden activity. It was not exactly expected, so to speak. Or at least she did not keep an exact date for which this event would take place. She was merely a lonely being most days and so her routine was mostly the same, every single days. Yet, this life form still had specific tasks to accomplish. Otherwise, she had all the free time in the world. This most likely was about to change with the events unfolding as they were. While she was not contacted

Was it possible to dream of top soil and the trembling roots of the Wampanoag tree during cryo sleep? Ivy swears she can almost smell the fresh earth and feel the cool breeze on her face even as she woke from her slumber. Wait—was she, actually awake?! It seems the shock itself manifested in Ivy’s limbs and she jolted out of her cryo pod, squealing and falling to the floor with her legs splayed open. It was only then that she remembered that she was totally nude and another squeal erupted from her lips. She scrambled to her hands and knees, verdant curls tumbling over her shoulders as she searched for something to preserve her modesty. Blesse

Lucky stretches and groans as he is awoken by the ended cryosleep. He looks around and grumbles, treating this wake up no different from a usual waking up on a work day. “Damn… the dream was getting to the good part, too. She was damn fine.” He stretches again and cracks his joints before slowly pulling himself out of his pod. He reaches down to feel his goods to make sure the cold sleep did not damage his goods. “Good. The essentials are still there.” Before the computer has a chance to ask for identity, he speaks up. “Lucky Pierce, Macgyver of the E-Team, few leagues short under the A-Team.” With no response from the computer he rolls

Sonja blinks as she slowly and groggily sits up from her pod. she yawns who knew waking up from a frozen nap she would be just as groggy and unresponsive as she would after an actual nap or rather deep sleep. rolls out of the pod landing face first onto the cold ground muttering in her native tongue of Russian something about candy and rabbits "please identify" said the voice "sluring in her speach she said " Sonja" simply before going off and a sleep induced rant in her native tongue as she sat up on the floor befor her mind cleared and a loud squeak escapes her lips as she covered her clearly nude form. hurryingly heading towards

As consciousness slowly returns, the individual experiences a disorienting haze, as if emerging from a dreamless void. Senses gradually reawaken, detecting the faint hum of machinery and the sterile chill of the cryo chamber. Muscles protest with stiffness, resisting movement after years of suspended animation. Eyes flutter open to a dimly lit chamber, adjusting to the stark contrast between the darkness of slumber and the harsh glow of artificial light. With each shallow breath, the mind struggles to piece together fragments of memory, struggling to differentiate between the distant past and the present reality. Gradually, the fog of cryo sl

The year is 2140 and humanity is united under a single banner, The Earth Federation... but it was not an easy process. 2030, The Fall, The United Nations suffering from years of corruption and bloating reached the final stages of failure resulting in total dissolution. The greed and ambition of rising political powers started nearly a hundred years of global conflict. The Unification Wars. Almost every family on earth had suffered a loss to some degree which prompted the rise in public opinion of a growing corporate entity known as Lunar Corporation. Promising an escape from war, conflict and suffering, Lunar Corporation offered