Welcome to Gaia! ::

(ok folks, like most adventures, they start in a tavern. So this is how adventures and encounters work on ship. Make up a location that seems right. The number 1 to 96 for the deck. The closer the number is to 1, the more exclusive and high end luxury. Section is just a letter representing what part of the ring you are in, Forward, Port, Starbord, and Aft. The block number is just the number on the door, anything below 4 digits tends to be commercial or industrial, 4 digits and up tends to be residential. So this place is 24 floors from the top of the ship, on the right side of the ship at area 478, which is zoned commercial.

Anyone can make up their own little slice of ship, and yes, you can be in two places at once, but remember. What happens in one place, stays in one place.

If you're in a night club and you have two human arms when you went in, and in another area you lose an arm, you do not automatically get a robotic arm at the night club, you leave the same way you come in, unless a body modification happens on site.

Anyone can press the code button and type as the computer, I of course will edit as needed to correct spelling or continuity errors.)



(*Track jockey is the updated term for a DJ or disc jockey)

The clunky heavy boots that he wore slammed down on the metal floors of the hallways. Several other footsteps followed him. All three were dressed in dark red and black colors of The Plasma Flayers. It was a small entourage, but this was the three people who'd remade the Flayers, and were making them into something to be reckoned with.

Tony was coming.

Tatters as he was known to his friends, but not limited to his enemies.

They walked up to the club. It was business time, but it was also a time to kick back and enjoy some brews. The music from inside was thumping hard and fast and Mike, his best friend since childhood in the East Engine Boys, was bouncing like a kid on the balls of his feet to the beat. They made their way up to bouncers standing up at the front. He readied his credit cards for the three of them to be entered in.

He handed the cards over to the bouncer, not the stereotypical sort of bouncer. He was only about five feet and he looked like he probably only worked out just for the hell of it and didn't take it too seriously. Dressed in black and only black, his hair was as well, and it was short cropped. For Tony, he could safely assume he was an MSU dickhead, or an unofficial MSU dickhead. Either way, he didn't like him.

"Alright you're set mates." the guy who was about Tony's age said nodding him, Mike, and Sarah, through the room.

"Yeah." Tony said with a taste of disdain, shoving past him into the club. On his way he noticed the Cyber-knight. Some new chick obviously. An initiate. He smirked to himself wondering how fun it would be to "corrupt" her a bit, but cybernetics could only be fun in bed up to a point.

He tipped his bowler hat with his cybernetic arm, smirking slyly at her, "Ma'am..." He extended his middle claw out of his hand, the twelve inch razor blade indiscreetly making a rude gesture he'd rather make himself.

He and his crew strode into the bar, the lights playing off the "crystal" and the pounding beats thumping the floor along with the large groups of people dancing. A lot of these people were off-shippers, people that Tony saw as business opportunities and something he could use in order to secure his place in the ship and possibly get a bit richer doing it by procuring offship goods.

"So what're we doing now Tons?" Sarah said, walking up in a tight fitting rubber miniskirt that ended only two inches from her asscheeks, the main color of it black and looking like someone had splattered red paint all over it. Her hair was much the same, black with red dyed streaks. "We gonna have fun first or make some friends?"

"You and Mike go get us a table and some brews in the lounge." Tony said over the music, lighting up a fine cigar that he was able to get a box of from an Argo worker in the Bio who needed some of the more synthetic drugs that couldn't be grown. "I'll go and try to see who I can meet and be back with you shortly."

They nodded and Mike pulled Sarah off towards the bar. Tony moved his sunglasses further down on his nose and clamped the cigar inbetween his teeth, gliding along the floor to see who he would come across.

He sipped his drink. It was an MSU-approved absinthe - a human beverage known for its poisonous capabilities. His system had a liver strong enough to handle the toxins, but some alcohol was beginning to seep into his brain. His thoughts were slowing. This was the third one in an hour. Occaisonally, Sol would come down here to sample the pleasures of other species. It wasn't a long walk. Sol was living on Deck 15, Sector S, Area 2764. It was just an elevator down a few decks and a short walk through the residential and commercial areas to get here. On the way back he'd use the Public Transport system. Large amounts of deadly yeast product, or ethanol, left him unable to control his legs properly.

"Sh*llir..." he cursed, as he saw the bill. This stuff was expensive. "It must be all the copper sulphate they put in it to give it the green color." he thought. The price of copper per tonne had massively increased, as the main mine for Humanity had collapsed on Mars a few weeks ago. The University paid for his accomodation and research, but Sol had to etch out his own wages for food and other commodities. Luckily, the last Ebon Crusade tip-off hadn't been that long ago, so he still had ample credits to handle himself for a few months.

Behind him, a few gang members had entered. That was unfortunate, as another gang had entered the Diamond Mine not too long ago, and the two groups didn't look friendly. There was a cyborg examining them at the door, and security was looking a bit tense. They had a reputation. It was likely people would die tonight.

"This should be interesting..."

Sol got out his notepad and pen. Whatever was about to happen would make an interesting contribution to his paper on Human Relationships.

Tony made his way to the stairs as he saw the four Pug Uglies walking down to make their way to him. Two of them were Etronians. His senses bristled slightly with prejudice, not liking the dirty tricks that that race tended to employ in a fight. He shook it off and smiled however, knowing people seemed to be watching him and the others, and certainly, Sarah and Mike were looking at him as well.

The mutant, seemingly the leader, strode up to him first, his skin was scaly and he had four sets of eyes, two of those eyes were set into his temples. He smiled widely with a set of sharp pointy teeth, "'Ello 'ello 'ello Tatters..." He walked around him slowly, eyeing him up and down with all four eyes, his long serpentine tongue flicking about his mouth. "What do you think you're doing 'ere? This club's for big boys..."

"Just doing some meet and greets Harpoon." he said, knowing the mutant's name from some minor scuffles and run ins at Freeman's League meetings. He wasn't the nicest of people to say the least. "Nothing more than that."

"Oh?" Harpoon responded with a slithering snicker. "And who would want to meet a nobody like you?"

"You'd be surprised I think."

"Really now?" Harpoon said stopping in front of him finally. "Maybe you'd be surprised if me and my boys 'ere took you down a notch or two..."

"Well in that case Harps?" Tony said, pulling at the white band on his bowler hat. "I'd have to say that right now, me and my crew are flying neutral colors, and that means there's not going to be any fighting here tonight. Just some talking and some drinking. Nothing much more than that." He smirked, looking down at him over his sunglasses that reflected some of the flashing neon lights of the club. "That is unless you want to have some problems violating the rules of the League."

The mutant grimaced, his scaly face becoming contorted in frustration. He hissed, "You want to play that way? Fine. Jussst know we'll be watchin' you Flayerssss tonight."

"Surely." he said tipping his hat and walking past them up the stairs. "I've got some friends I need to talk to."

The Pug Uglies watched him as he went up the stairs and went to mingle. He'd averted a fight and confrontation for now. He just had to be sure he could do his dealings without anyone bothering him.

Rex shrunk away from the bright lights and loud music. It was really old, some 2190's chilt. Pretty bad. He checked his scouter for life signs as he'd been doing for hours. He'd promised himself he'd at least try connecting to someone when the count went down to 2000.

Current reading: 1,976 life signs. A minute ago it had been 1,987. Some big group mudt have left. Before that it had been 1,992. An hour ago.

Enough numbers! Time for people! That was why Rex was there. Damn, he needed a drink, though. But that would mean taking off his hemet plate. Showing his face. That was too big a step for now.

Stepping off of his bar stool, Rex trembled onto the dance floor. The big, scary asassin afraid of the girls twisting their hips like Brandice Loomlei. What hath Trancity wrought? At least they stepped away as he entered, plasma rapier still out like an idiot. There was symbolism in there about his labeto that he dared not think of.

He slowly trembled towards what appeared to be a pretty Alcussian girl... and shifted directions towards an aging cyborg woman. She was human... but also machine. Safe? He decided to gravitate around her for a while...

Wait, no- she was way too old! But she was the safest one in the room. He couldn't break free.

Rex had bet 30 credits on this mysterious new player. He was tearin' it up like he'd never even seen out in action on the real world!

And yet... the cyborg had left. His only friend. And she'd never even known it! And he hadnt said a word to anyone yet. The machines controlled the bets.

Suddenly the scouter began acting strange. The energy signal on this new guy...

The man was clearly dead. Bounty Huinter Asassins knew when the heart was still just barely beating, anfd this man was definately gone. In fact, he gadn't been alive in tens of minutes. Looking up at the ceiling again, Rex could see that it was about a two minute drop.
This was a cover up for a killing. And for once, he wasn't the killer.

The paramedics were arriving, for some buerecratic formality.

But Rex was gone. Flying back up the way the man fell, Rex was anxious to get some answers.

Judy helped to tend the wounded and evacuate the area, while the bounty hunter went to investigate the champagne room. She didn't worry to much about him. She knew where to find him.

What she was more interested in was the victim. She looked through what possessions he had on his person and how he died. He carried a Slaver Registry Officer's Badge and a BK-18 low profile laser pistol. He appeared to have been killed with a kinetic weapon, at or about the time he fell through the window. As if someone had beaten him, wearing powered armor or had enhanced cybernetic. Who ever killed him, beat him for about half an hour, caved his sternum in, and the momentum from the last hit caused him to crash through the walls and onto the game room floor.

Around that time internal security came to take over the investigation, and then the body would be put into the ship's organic digester, before being spread out over the 20 square miles of land in the bio-sphere, with the rest of the compost.

That didn't bother her, she learned all she needed to already and stored it in her on-board memory.