In the outskirts of colonised space and border territories, there is little protection from pirates and vagabonds offered by the governments of stellar empires. Yet there is still profit to be made for the transport corps and merchants keeping the goods flowing between worlds -- and a lot more than in safer systems.
You're a private protector, a lone man with a spaceship that mostly takes contracts for transport escorts, sometimes for investigation of wrecks and straight-up pirate destruction. Your ship is...
>A fighter, name "Dakka". You have a big kinetic gun. In fact, you have a gun so big it could fuck up a light cruiser section no problem. The craft is also highly mobile, but seriously lacking in defences, both shield and armour. The ship control AI suite is also kinda old. >A fighter, name "Scarlet Dawn". An all-rounder, no particular strengths or weaknesses. Twin kinetic cannons for long-range harassment, a laser for close-range blasts, "Sinica" shield system, an up-to-date, if basic, control suite, and thin titanium armour that stops some of the weaker guns. >A frigate, name "Carte-Blanche". A frigate is usually piloted by a proper, if small, crew, but you've managed to go alone so far, though this makes full operation slower than expected. The selling point is the "Circe" missile system which shreds smaller craft due to tracking and overloads some bigger ships' defences. It works poorly at close range, and you have to rely on automated point-defence along with regular shields if the enemy gets too close. >Write-in (you can also pick one of the above and change the name)
Docked in a space station orbiting Uruth, you browse the local network work offers while watching Solar cartoons in the background. They really make them much better than the outer studios. >OFFER 1: Weapon transport escort into a system 4 jumps away. Pirates will probably be after it if they learn of the cargo. >OFFER 2: Scientific databank escort into a system 2 jumps away. From your contacts in the labs a few years back, you learned that they usually transfer it by galactic network, but the most important pieces are delivered on physical storage in case the protocol is compromised. This is a tasty target for some rivalling megacorp mercenaries. >OFFER 3: Raid a mining station for a megacorp to help harm their competitors.
On most offers, you will team up with other ships. You know a few people from this teamwork, both good and bad.
As you pick a mission, you briefly check your profile to make sure everything is in order and the employers actually know how to contact you. On the screen, beside your photo and a whole bunch of ship and past work data, is your name... >Vincent Kepler >Zhuo Bei Hilter >Philip Viviac >Write-in
OOC: There will be no rolls and the quest will probably be more railroaded in some parts than usual. Thought I'd point it out in the beginning so there's no disappointment.
The pink petals fall from their tree onto the soft grass below. The Earth continues to empty its reserves as the dying days of summer slip away.
You shiver for a moment as the wind blows past, sending an uncomfortable chill through your body.
"It's been getting colder lately..." you say to yourself.
It feels like so much time has passed, but it truly wasn't that long ago that you received that letter in the mail.
<span class="mu-s">TATAKE COLLEGE!</span>
The headline was printed in bold.
That's right. Since moving to this more urban part of Japan, you've had to transfer from your old school. You've heard this one has quite the reputation. It's renowned for hosting martial arts tournaments and boasts a massive sports budget.
You let out a sigh. "It's so different compared to back in the countryside..." you mutter.
Well, maybe you'll somehow get by, after all...
>I come from a powerful clan with a strong ninja bloodline <span class="mu-g">Gain the bloodline ability 'DUPLICATE JUTSU' allowing you to make combat clones of yourself</span>
>I'm one of the most skilled students back home in my local dojo <span class="mu-g">Start out immediately with 'Expert' grade mastery in a martial art determined by the dice</span>
>I have such a high intellect that I'm capable of incredible mental feats <span class="mu-g">You're currently a Novice grade at using ESP abilities</span>
>I'm nice to the eyes, I also happened to share the very significant endowments my parents have <span class="mu-g">Every combat turn you gain the 'Talk Down' ability. A lot of people say this is an asspull but no matter the point in combat, you always believe you can talk and relate to your opponents struggles</span> <span class="mu-g">You gain the large endowment of your parents</span>
You know the Slicerats, I presume? They infest the city. Ever since they outed Otis Steeleye some ways back, they've taken over the wards and yards. Rinik the Rat's clawed his way out of the streets to higher reaches, top sharp of the pyramid.
Used to be a local street gang had a sense of decency.
Some sliver of sheer sense, not to go mucking about with knifework or the more blatant kinds of assault, but the Slicerats don't play by the old rulebook. Gets them a certain credit, with a certain kind of soul - and so they get a certain kind of recruit, but, friend, you can guess what sort of street-scum is apt to like calling themselves rats and see about slicing parts of other people up for their own gain. Otis ran a tighter ship, back when the old Wardbosses were still in charge. Being in a gang was practically a mark credit, someone you could rely on, the streets had a certain kind of honour. Now its rat nights and dog days.
Well. The Watchers aren't wont to do anything about it, the Legion is busy with all its little wars and prayer hasn't helped anyone in this city in decades or more.
So we're going to have to solve this rat infestation ourselves.
Here in Razorwind the alleys are long and you can hear the wind scream, but it's also the first staging points for many a little import business. Legal or . . . Not so much. Word on the street is the Slicerats have a shipment lying about in the basement of an old building somewhere around here.
You can put two and three together and get five, can't you, maskmate?
We're going to pay them a visit. We're going to make them pay the tariff for importing drugs and what might be worse into our fair city. And we're going to make their merchandise the cloud's business.
A little light assault, a little aggrieved arson and just a slight touch of extrajudical arbitration by way of fists and feet.
Watchers might too bribed, too careless or too ignorant to take note of the rats chewing in the wood, but they're still duty bound to respond a fire in the slums. Eventually. Once the smoke gets so sky-reaching tall they can't play-pretend it's someone elses problem.
So, really, in a sense, we're just making sure the Watchers get a message about where the crooks of the city might be, aren't we? It's practically civic duty!
You are a Hardboiled Detective working for the Noir Policing Company. Your job is to go around the city & stop crime before it even happens. Your office is Room 4 on the 7th Floor, meaning it takes quite a while to leave the building & stop said crime in the first place.
You recently got a letter from your boss informing you that the local gang, The Setting Moon, may be up to no good. Thus you are tasked with finding them & putting an end to their terror so the civilians can sleep at night.
In this quest, we take the reins of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, in his quest to reunite the Saiyan race and oppose the rule of the perfidious Frieza and his Cold Empire. After four years of hiatus, I return.
Vegeta and his crew have learned of a station used by the Saiyan resistance, a group formed soon after the destruction of planet Vegeta, over twenty years ago. While the station is derelict, it hosts intel and devices that could prove useful to the aims of the Prince. The Capsule Corp. Saiyan Spacebase Mark II crewed with Vegeta, Nappa, Turles, Raditz, the newly rescued Saiyans Kalabash and Calava, and the ship’s pilot and engineer, the human Bulma Brief, departed for Sadala Station and found it overrun by space pirates led by the mighty captain Zodd.
Following tense negotiations, Vegeta and Zodd began a one-on-one duel to settle who would keep authority over the station. The battle continues…
Your friends and family slowly stopped associating with you. Something about a social media bubble you were supposedly in, which caused you (once an almost-respectable and mild-mannered young man) to become a jaded and paranoid college drop out who constantly talked about increasingly fringe and controversial obsessions (the WEF, Soros, et al.). You also became obsessed with an imminent end-of-the-world event. You weren't sure when or how it was all going to crumble. But you knew it would happen sooner rather than later.
You got a miserable job at Amazon and worked as much overtime as you could and bought some land a few miles off a state highway in Kentucky. Over a few months, you spent every extra dollar buying supplies and stocking them up at your land.
You thought you had at least a year or two before you'd need to move up there permanently. But, as it turns out, the "happening" came far sooner than even you expected. You're still not really even sure what's going on. But the power's flickering in and out, buildings are blowing up, and people are panicking. You barely made it out of town, and the journey up the interstate wasn't easy. But you finally made it.
It's mid-March. So weather won't be a problem. Yet.
You had shared your plans with a handful of other people, mostly people online. It looks like some of them actually made it.
(Pick 3) >Anthony Pierce- Fellow chud. Big muscle-head, strong as an ox. Decent shot. Warrior mentality. Age 26. >Kelly Liu- Daughter of a Chinese oriental doctor. Knows a decent amount about traditional medicine, botany, and mushroom foraging. Knows how to make fermented foods. Age 23. >Ernie Goins- Older, spent his life as a handy man. Jack of all trades. Age 58. >Cindy Knowles- Health and fitness influencer. Has gardened for most of her life. Age 35. >Eric Quine- Civil engineer. Intelligent, good at planning and building. Natural planner and innovator. Age 42. >Tom Lacey- Third year attorney at the public defender's office. Highly charismatic. Strong mental fortitude. Age 28. >Max Garcia- Park ranger. . Age 29. >Molly Hertz- Third year medical student. Intelligent and careful. Good at sciences and, obviously, medicine. Age 25. >Butch Holt- Retired special forces, security guard. Loves to hunt. Excellent shot. Age 65.
Zeul burns. The throneworld of the Shan-Vui Empire smolders in the fires of war as the gargantuan dreadnought housing the artificial intelligence that had nearly crushed the empire, Megalith, crashes into the planet. As the world fractures from the impact. The valiant defenders of the empire turn their attention to those who were able to flee the annihilation before them. Elsewhere voices clash as the fate of a historied planet and its people again dream of rising their own banner above their conquerors. At the border of the empire, a vile confederation of marauders and pirates prepare to sink their teeth into the dying beast that attempted to snuff them out. Finally, on an airless moon bathed in only the faintest of a dim star’s light, terminals glow to life to answer their creator’s final message.
Pick one >Remnant Fleet: The various ships that remain of Zeul’s defenses, the Imperial Fleet, the civilian vessels fleeing Megalith, and the last of the Imperial Family >Anvera Provisional Government: The planet of Anvera has had a storied past with the Shan-Vui Empire, now in its collapse various groups from all spectrums argue about the planet’s fate. >Pirate Confederation: Fighting against the Empire for centuries of its existence, one warband has managed to lead the others in ravaging the lands of their mutual enemy. >Last Command: secreted away on a small planetoid, a backup of Megalith’s processing powers and advance armaments receives their final order from Megalith before its demise.
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.
You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?
Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted): >30 minute vote times >Pick ONLY ONE option when voting >Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled dice >At ten minutes past your previous roll, and there are not yet enough rolls, you may roll an additional roll >Crits are 100 on a d100 >99s or paired rolls may net you extra bonuses >Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third >Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored >If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny >Have fun
SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can also find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes.
