Futurecraft and the Universe

[Vinyl]

Hexalan was watching them, her steel gaze absorbing the situation. She ignored Strigiforme's question and simply muttered to herself "Ukonoevue mzezot..."

[Shadowcatbot]

And then suddenly a wild Fenway appeared and said "nope" then the universal balance was restored

#Strigiform OP

[cats]

Name: Batiss
Age: 51
Species: Approximate amalgamation of the races of the Combine as of 2700 CE (about 30% human, 66% Feles, 4%other)
Personification Of: Batiss Combine
Appaerance:

Spoiler:

In the time it took me to color this, six pages have been written.

Other: Wears combat armor decorated in the color and pattern of the Batiss Combine banner. Not shy of a fight, but is normally busy making sure her five children (who may or may not make an appearance) don't rip each other apart. Her preferred weapon is the sword (two of which she wears on her back), but she also keeps a few other weapons handy.

[Archduke Daynel, PhD]

Zuguth watched Strigiforme and Solari fight.
He shook his head, and turned towards the uniforms. Using his iCore, he took pictures of them and scanned the material. It seemed to be a sort of synthetic material, as soft as cotton but as strong as leather. It also seemed to have padding where the knees and elbows would be. Oddly enough, however, there were no traces of DNA neither on the inside or the outside.

Zuguth turned towards the two fighters again.
"Could you two stop fighting for a moment? There might be delicate technology here and you may break it."

[Solar112]

"Tch fine." Solari pushed himself off Strigiforme, and pulled a laser pistol off the belt of his armour and pointed at the door of the locker, and pressed the button for a very brief period of time, melting a section of the door. He then opened the door, and pulled out the contents of the locker. He repeated this process for each of the lockers, then holstered his laser pistol. Solari sat down, reassembled his pistol, then walked out the door. "I'm going to explore" he shouted back at the room.

[Chairman_Tiel]

Name: Mr. Taln
Age: 26
Species: Tien
Personification Of: Taln Protectorate
Appaerance: Basically this:

Spoiler:

but not naked. Maybe with a top hat of some description with a suit and tie.
Other: Easygoing and laidback, Mr. Taln has a tendency to stay away from the rest of the galaxy crew but nonetheless has a strong sense of duty to those he is close with. Despite his lenient demeanor he's more than prepared to put up a fight if need be.

[Error]

Both Tiel and Cats look good.

And also, new characters are always some distance away from the main group.
For reference: the ship is 25 klicks long, roughly rectangular, with two large pods off the sides. I think Solar has part of a map.//

Val shook her head, dropping down from the ceiling. Glancing over at Strigiforme, she gave him a raised eyebrow before darting past him and out the door.

Taking a second to get her bearings, she headed off towards the center of the ship.

[cats]

"Seal the breach and stay close to the city. Maintain comms." Batiss shouted up into the jagged hole as molten hull plating dripped around her crouched form. "And none of you murder each other."

"Yes, ma'am." Karesh replied as the other four slid a plate of steel down into the hole from the craft above. The plate was welded in place and a clang echoed through the cavity as her craft separated from the cityship's exterior. She activated a floodlight on her helmet and removed a plasma torch from a hip pouch. The area between the exterior hull and whatever was inside was decorated with degrading conduits and piping. She found an area in the floor that wasn't covered in flexible hose and set to cutting a body-sized hole in it.

[Chairman_Tiel]

Taln sat down on the strangely smooth floor and removed his hat. This always seemed to happen to him. He had only a faint idea of where he was, and no idea how he got there. The only thing he remembered was running from...something. What was it?

He strained his mind looking for some kind of visual depiction of this unknown threat, but all his query revealed was a picture of...himself? That couldn't be right. Taln shook his head and stood up, patting himself down as he did so. The summary search would make a customs agent groan in exasperation, but it did yield one thing. Clutched now in the aurii of his right wing was some form of tool resembling an elongated 'L'. Some type of weapon, for certain, though he figured he wouldn't use it until he needed to.

With that, the Tien set off into the shadows of the hallway in search of booty.

[Solar112]

Coming to a set of doors, Solari attempted to open them, however failing that, he took his laser pistol off his armour and melted around it, then kicked the now useless sheet of metal down, he then entered the room. It appeared to be a mess hall. Reattaching his laser pistol as he walked around in the room, he took out his notepad and started taking notes.

[Error]

Val swiped her hand over a panel, opening a very large and grandoise set of doors. Stepping into the dark area beyond, she looked around, ehes adjustong as the massive hatchway closed behind her.

A temple. Or what looked like one, anyway, with a giant statue at the far end of the hall, rows and rows of benches facing it. Curious, she worked her way towards the statue, pausing to look over a stack of books on the end of a bench. Indecipherable, but with a distinct religious overtone.

Setting the literature down, she stepped up to the - for lack of a better word - altar, idly flipping through the book lying open on it.

"Would it kill them to include a few drawings?"

[Vinyl]

Hexalan had followed Val into the... room. She kept her eyes peeled in case anything happens, hand on her holster. Ignoring the... whatever's comment, she heard then a faint sound, a familiar one at that, but it was too quiet from there. So Hexalan did the reasonable thing and kept sight on the far door leading to, well, wherever.

[Solar112]

Leaving the mess hall, Solari continued down the hall, while mapping it. Upon coming to an intersection, he turned around and headed in the other direction.

[Chairman_Tiel]

Taln was stumbling through the corridor when the slight patter of steps echoed throughout like little rain droplets hitting the floor. Pit, pat. Pit, pat.

The Tien fumbled for a flashlight to call out to the other party, but upon realizing he had none instead elected to hide in a nearby crevice. Pit, pat. Pit, pat. The footsteps continued, growing louder with every passing second. Taln estimated it had to be human, or at least some variant, and sighed in relief. His plan would work, then. Several moments later, when the noise escalated to such a level that the other had to be nearly on top of him, Taln drew the strange weapon and leaped from his hiding place.

"SURPRISE, *!"

[Error]

As a faint voice echoed throuh the room, Val looked over at Hexalan.

"Did that sound familiar? Or is it gun time?"