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Skyron "Ralif" Lorayen was just an ordinary freighter captain in the galaxy, piloting the Bulk Freighter, The Celestial Raven between planets, hauling cargo for whomever needed cargo moved. All that changed when Sky ended up skirting an asteroid field, following a malfunction in his navigation systems. In the asteroid field, Sky came across a lone escape pod, & hauled it on-board his ship, if for nothing else to sell it to the highest bidder, since it seemed to be made of some new metals. However, the scanners on the Raven picked up a life-form on-board; what was presumably a young woman, of an unknown alien race, in suspended animation. The woman, upon waking, had no memory of who or where she was. In fact, unknown to both Sky & the woman, she was a living doomsday weapon, created by her people as an ultimate weapon, & they want her back... (The RP starts just before Sky finds the escape pod)

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Username: Zaydin
Name: Skyron "Ralif" Lorayen
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Skyron Lorayen
Bio: Sky grew up in the Sol star system, on Mars. All his life, Sky had been fascinated by the idea of space travel, & when he was old enough, he went to a training academy for piloting star-craft. Sky was enthusiastic in his studies, & was close to the top of his class when he graduated. Sky was thrilled, & looking forward to getting a ship of his own & roaming the galaxy. Sky, however, could not afford a top of the line ship, so he had to settle on an aging freighter, The Celestial Raven. During the 9 years Sky has been criss-crossing the galaxy, he has made numerous modifications to the Raven, including installing hidden weaponry on the hull, for which he could get in arrested for, as they weren't done legally. Sky did it in the name of safety, or so he says.
Weapons/Abilities: Despite being a freighter captain, Sky is quite proficient in hand-to-hand combat, & is an alright shot with a gun. Though he isn't a great one.
Other: Sky's nickname, 'Ralif', came about with an encounter at a bar on a space station near Alpha Centauri. Sky later learned that, translated from the local language to English, it means 'Scruffy'

Username: Rinel Underwood
Name: Ritska
Age: 26
Gender: female
Race: Avian (Or more so the humanoid sentient weapon her race created)
Appearance: Wearing these clothes. She stands at about five foot eight and is slim. Her wings fold easily, tucking into her back and folding enough that they only go a few inches past her shoulders. When extended, however, they are about fourteen feet across and the longest feathers extend shortly past her knees.She also has tail feathers extending down almost to her feet that are rather fan like and can spread quite wide. Ritska's feathers are a mixture of white and light blue, but they have a sheen to them that they almost seem to glow like the moon. Usually the wings seem to reflect back any sort of color. The feathers that cover her entire body are also like this, though to a lesser extent. Every part of her body is covered in feathers, however, but most of them are short and layered, except for the ones on her wings, and the ones that seem to make up her hair. These are longer, but feathery, almost making up a mane of feathers of sorts that tumble down past her shoulders. Her 'hair' is slightly golden, with just as much a sheen to it.
Ritska's hands are humanish in shape... but she has talons and her fingers are a bit stubbier. Her feet are exactly like an eagle from earth, however, with three talons forward and one back for stabilization. She has almost a scaly sort of brown skin, instead of feathers, for about a foot above her ankle.
Her face is humanoid in shape, but her ears are pointed and elongated, almost like some elven type of races, but covered in feathers that are medium length. Her eyes are a fierce gold, and her nose is small and rather hawkish. Her lips are the oddest thing about her, pointed and a bit large almost like a beak in shape, but not as hard as they appear.
Her race is naturally graceful and lean, and Ritska is like that, but moves like a trained fighter as well.
Bio: Ritska remembers none of her past, or who she is. She thinks that she must have been trained or made for something however, since she seems to know incredibly well how to fight, as if engineered to do so... but she isn't sure. She knows she is different, that much is for sure.
Weapons/Abilities: An ability to control the main elements of fire, air, water, light, and shadows, but not earth. That one seems to be her weak point, along with a strong claustrophobia, but the other talents strongly make up for this downfall. Her powers are dormant however, with the exception of a few outbursts and minor uses, like for lighting a candle.
She also has increased reflexes and is stronger than humans. However, to make her abilities more efficient, her bone structure is lighter, more fragile. This allows her to move faster and jump higher, and most importantly, fly easier.
Other: The only way to unlock her powers is something that is held by her creators, but once it is used, it is impossible to reverse and every single one of their prototypes have died when using it, as the drug sends the subject on a killing spree until they self destruct in a way, pushing past all endurance to launch their attacks.

Username: Halokat
Name: Arin Saunders
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Arin she wears a red version of this outfit sometimes, but she mostly wears this.
Bio: Arin is an orphan. Her parents died in a starship crash. She has been drifting in from ship to ship ever since she was 13. Her latest ship is commanded by Skyron. She likes him and follows his orders, but could care less who commands a ship, as long as they don't flirt with her, or try to force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. Arin is very free willed and listens to no one, unless she feels like listening.
Weapons/Abilities: Arin isn't the best fighter when using her fists, she's learning though, but she is excellent with a gun. She always has a plasma gun attached to her hip and a small pistol in each of her boots.
Other: Arin is very tempremental, and doesn't have any trouble with voicing her opinions about situations and people.

Username: Justice_prime
Name:Justice
Age:he's a young man (mid teens)
Gender:male
Race: Kitazari
Appearance: A bluish Kitazari young man. Justice
Bio: Justice has always been Lucky. He grew up as a fortunate young Kitazari, at least until a war in his region lost him his home, family, and life. After that that he found his way into being a child soldier, recruited by an interplanetary terror cell which taught him to shoot. Luckily enough he found himself freed when the terror cell was taken down. He was among those who surrendered. The government that captured him turned him loose as he was not old enough to be held in trial at the time. Unfortunately he was never given a new family, or a new home. As he grew older, Justice found his way out of the grasp of society, into the greater frontier, rounding up terrorists, murderers, and others who he's learned to loathe.
Weapons/Abilities: Primarily assault rifles are his expertise. Though he's not that bad of a shot with machine guns and small arms, either.
Other: Justice has a soft spot on his stomach. A gentle belly rub calms him down rather quickly. Being wet does quite the opposite, however.

Username: (Losing Consciousness)
Name: Neela #6 (Goes by both "6" and "Neela")
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Tenka
Appearance: Neela is basically human in form. She has a too-round face, too-small feet and hands, no ears, white, pointed teeth, and gigantic eyes, but still, up until that point, she basically looks like a human with some odd defects. However, it is quite, quite obvious that she is not human at first look at her, mainly because she's covered from head to toe in fuzzy blue fur. Her eyes, poking out from the fuzz, are also a shockingly bright blue. She usually wears t-shirts or tank tops and jeans, often going without shoes.
Bio: Tenka are born in litters of about sixteen, of varying colors depending on genetics - an evolutionary trait left over from days way-back in their history when the race was frequently preyed upon on their home planet. Each litter is traditionally given a group name, and each child numbered - thus, Neela #6. She was smart compared to her 'siblings', and so was rooted on by her entire giant family to try to succeed as a child, though not pushed to. She eventually succeeded in getting a scholarship to a college on Mars, where she was licensed to become a pilot. She ended up meeting up with Skyron in a bar, and has been working for him since then.
Weapons/Abilities: Neela has the mostly useless ability, like all of her race, to recede to the form she had when she was born at will - to be specific, a fuzzy blue ball with a baby-sized mouth, pathetically huge eyes, undeveloped vocal cords (she loses the ability to speak in this form,) and a 5 inch diameter. Rather than rely on this odd and pointless skill, she carries a modified old-fashioned pistol in a holster on her right hip, though she's more or less useless at hand to hand fighting and hasn't had much opportunity to use the gun.
Other: The modification made to Neela's pistol involves it shooting, rather than 6 bullets at a time, a laser beam about the shade of her fur. She detests being called cute.

Username: Kowsauni
Name: Lieutenant Keya
Age: 25
Gender: female
Race: Zorrokhai
Appearance: Keya pic. Keya usually wears a belt caring some pockets and her side arms. She also wears a beret signifying her rank.
Bio: Keya joined the Zorrokhai Navy in reverence to her Aunt. For the most part, was an average student in officer candidate school but she showed a remarkable talent for data analysis. Extremely observant by nature Keya had a knack for figuring things out. After graduation she was stationed on her Aunt’s, ship, The great battleship, Anuabori. She was put in charge of managing all data analysis done on the ship. Keya has a soft heart and is still rather naive about the world. She harbors no grudges against any other race and does her best to treat everybody nicely and equally.
Weapons/Abilities: Keya is skilled with the side arm of a lieutenant, a blaster pistol. Like all of her race she is immensely strong and her incredibly tough and resistant exoskeleton has been to resist blaster shots.
Other: Keya’s aunt is Admiral Zini, who commands the Anuabori, one of the most powerful battleships still in space. Its design is a hold over from the great wars. However with the galaxy in relative peace and the main threats in space coming from small fast rider craft, the higher ups are beginning to wonder if it is worth the huge operation and maintenance cost to keep this relic in space.

Inside the escape pod was a distinctly bird like humanoid woman, strapped into a hammock sort of bed that was common on her planet, as it left a hole for the large wings flowing forth from her back. The woman was asleep, and the escape pod was silent as death, the power gone from its systems. Not a computer made a peep, not a single light was on. The escape pod was free floating through space, completely uncontrolled, waiting to be saved from the oblivion of empty space.

As gravity was reimposed upon her vessel by this larger ship, the woman settled down into the hammock. The escape pod beeped, as the voice outside registered on its system. As an escape pod, it was designed to be able to be opened from outside sources. The system came to life, doing a check on the environment. When it was decided by the computers that the hangar was safe, the hatch on top popped open with a hiss. Ritska did not wake, but stirred slightly, a wing moving, then she was still once more, still in her deep chemically induced sleep.

Ritska stirred again as the shout penetrated her mind, then began breathing deeper as she began to wake up. After a moment, her eyes slowly flicked open. Ritska takes another deep breath, her eyes taking a moment to focus, then pauses as her features flicker with confusion. Her surroundings were certainly not some planet, but appeared to be a ship instead. And she heard somebody moving about nearby. Apparently, somebody must have found her pod and gotten it onto their ship. Ritska grabs a handle near her head and pulls herself up into a sitting position with a quiet groan. So long without gravity, it was weird to suddenly have it again, like a lead weight. Ritska pushes past that, however, and slowly climbs to her feet, her wings flicking and spreading half way open to their normal relaxed position. Ritska steps up onto the edge of the hatch and comes almost face to face with her first ever human.
Ritska blinks in surprise, staring at him for a split second, then lets out a rather birdlike screech and jumps/tumbles back, her wings reflexively snapping open and pumping, the wind created strong enough to knock the human probably off balance. She missed the hatch edge by mere inches as she took to the air, flapping back and away from the foreign creature as fast as possible, not an easy task in the dead air of a contained space. Ritska turned in the air as she got up near the cieling and nimbly grabbed a portion of the rafters, swinging up into them. Ritska folds her wings and crouches behind the rafter cross beams, out of sight from the creature below her as she tries to slow her panicked breathing. She was not sure what to make of this creature, never having seen anything like him before in her life. Though she didn't remember it, back on her planet she had never once been outside the lab she was raised in, never before seen another alien species, and so this was quite the shock to her newly awakened being.

Ritska throws an uncertain and confused glance back at the containment field, but where she had bunkered down was a good dozen yards or so away from it. Ritska wasn't concerned, not like she really understood what it did either, and turned her gaze back to the approaching human. For some reason, she could understand him, but his accent was odd, unlike anything she'd ever heard.
Ritska watches warily as the man crosses over a ladder so he could reach her. She drew further back int the rafter cross beams, too far away to be reached by the catwalk nows, or even really seen. She was suspended up in them, her taloned feet wrapping fully around the bars. She could understand him, true, but she was confused, scared and uncertain of everything and did not trust him. It was far easier to be wary and keep her distance till given a reason not to hide from this odd creature.

Ritska shifts, talons clicking against metal as she peers through the metal work down at him. Her hiding space was beginning to feel too confining, as small spaces always did after a while. Her race was always claustrophobic, though she knew how to control her fear well enough. Ritska takes a few deep breaths, then studies him as he continues to come closer. His logic fit, but she still kept to her hiding space. Despite its confining feel, it still felt safer than venturing out of the rafters just yet. "My... my name's Ritska." She replies, calling out in return after a moment, sounding hesitant.

Ritska hesitates, then nods, though he probably couldn't see the movement. Ritska lets go of the bars and slowly climbs out of the cluster, her wings held in tight so she'd be able to move about. At the bottom, she let go, dropping free and opens her wings again. Ritska flaps, rising, then glides down to the catwalk. Ritska lands on the rail gracefully, both taloned feet wrapping around the bars, along with one hand to steady herself. She didn't shut her wings, ready to take off again if she needed to. Her race wasn't just claustrophobic, but rather skittish, with a stronger flight response then a fight one. Spreading her tail feathers to further steady herself, Ritska glances up at Sky curiously. "What are you?" She asks, tilting her head to the side in quite the birdlike fashion.