Corsair's Reverie

[Jack Root]

Jack heard the shuttle docking. He looked up from his RF-Hic SMG.
"Hmm more Cannon Fodder."
Jack picked up his weapons, ammo, and gear which are RF-Hic SMG, Combat Knife, E-gun pistol, his Assault Omega Battle Suit, 4 Frag grenades, and sunglasses that show name, rank, bio, and highlights weapons. He left the weaponry customization area and started to walk toward the docking bay.

[Error]

Markus poked at the wall console, familiarizing himself with the ship's layout. Shutting off the screen, he wandered out of the hangar towards the bridge.

[Professor Fenway]

Derrick decided he would test the wits of the new recruits. He activated a small cloaking field on his person and began following Markus, drawing a pistol and setting it to stun. For safe measure, he also activated a small shield system. He didn't attempt to conceal his footsteps, and froze when Markus turned around. Not seeing anything, he continued walking. Derrick continued following him. At a distance of 3 meters, he deactivated the cloaking and pointed the pistol directly at Markus, charging a shot, which emitted a high-pitched whine.

[Chairman_Tiel]

We're all recruits, yet everyone is already onboard?

[Jack Root]

OOC: I was already here.

[Crash Override]

OOC : By any means,i already borded.

*Trying to figure out his small wrist gadget,he was configuring some patterns to his Spitfire X-5 Submachine gun*

[Phalanx]

Application

Name: Horace Lyons

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Role, specialties: Expert fighter pilot, also excels in close quarters combat (Melee, SMGS, Shotguns, etc.)

Personality: Somewhat introverted, for a fighter jock at least

Perks: Highly intelligent, tactical mind

Flaws: Slightly arrogant

Backstory (include any combat experience and training): A former UAC fighter pilot, he has seen action in the UGC VS NeoRome campaign. Now retired, he sells himself as a mercenary to the highest bidder.

[Phalanx]

Horace jogged to his quarters after boarding the Reverie, and wasted no time in memorizing the ship's layout and familiarizing himself with the onboard fighters. They were old designs, but quite effective ones. "These will do well," he thought.

[Julo]

Due to a small technical problem Zurar was one of the last people who left the shuttle. He looked around a little bit, took his small bag and went outside the shuttle. In the moment he left the shuttle he saw an unknown man uncloaking and drawing a weapon, which pointed at Markus. One second later he shot. Everybody looked at the unknown man, but nobody did anything. Zurar was the first who reacted, he ran towards the stranger, throwing his bag. The bag hit the legs of the stranger, who stumbled and fell down. Three seconds later, Zurar reached the man and pinned him to the ground. "Medical service to hangar one, we have one wounded man, maybe stunned, but not dead."
Now movement came into the hangar, some people ran to Markus, others ran to Zurar, first he thought they would help him, but they were trying to pull him away from the stranger.
Zurar was confused and scanned the stranger. It was Professor Derrick, an officer of the Reverie.

[Jack Root]

"Nice Shot rookie." As Jack walked up to Zurar he scanned his role and bio.
Role: Infiltrator
Bio: Woke up in Nova territory and then he got arrested, because the scientists wanted to know where he came from. First he was fine, he started to revolt against his arrest, he began to train on the local training area and after some time he tried to break out of the research lab. He failed, but his good knowledge about infiltration were interesting for some Nova Legion generals. So he came free and assigned to the Corsair's Reverie.
"Get up Derrick he didn't hit you too bad."

[Archduke Daynel, PhD]

Jake stepped out of the shuttle, his bag of launchers and explosives hanging from his shoulder.
The hangar was impressive, the ship was larger than any he had served on before. People were scurrying around, and there were signs telling where everything was.
Jake stopped in front of one of these signs, which showed that the bar was to the left, and the weapons customization to the right.
"Wha.. OH COME ON!" he cried out, frustrated by the hard choice. "This just isn't fair!"

[DeadlyMiddie]

Saxon, hearing the commotion, walked over and yelled "Everyone break it up!" We're all friends here, right? Good. By the way, I liked that little prank, Professor.

[cats]

OOC: People can be rookies or vets, everyone is free to go to/from the station and ship at any time, castoff at 20:00 GMT tomorrow.

Smoke sat at one of the many pubs in the central section of the station, sipping a beverage and reading over the list of Reverie's new equipment and recruits. Two Saber MBTs, a few battle suits, some infantry weapons. A few stools down, two vets were discussing scars. The one facing Smoke craned his neck to gain a better view of her mechanical arm, the other turned to see what his friend was looking at.

"You look like you have a few stories" The man closest to Johanna said.

She glanced at them, "Mhm. If you want to hear them."

"We're all ears." Said the one farther away, tapping a knob where his ear used to be.

She stood and placed her left leg on the stool, then rolled the cuff of her pants up to her artificial knee, exposing part of the prosthetic limb, and waved her metallic hand above it. "Well I earned these about seven years ago. What was the contract... Oh, it was some business disagreement between some budding faction/corporations. One of them had gotten their hands on the other's new weapons technology, so they hired us to get it back. About two hours into a firefight, they bring out a heavy plasma cannon, to take out our armor. I was standing a little too close to an impact sight and got my left side carbonized, nearly seared through my vest. I was lucky we had a good medic and quick evac, two more minutes and I would have just been another charred corpse."

"Hmm. Well I think you have us both beat." Said the man closest to Smoke. He turned back to his friend. "I'm gonna turn in." The other one nodded and they both left the bar.

Johanna checked the timepiece embedded in her arm and scanned her credit chip to pay for the drink as she exited.

[Error]

Markus, hearing the whine of a pistol, threw himself down and to the side, tossing a small device behind him at the same time.

The device began spraying stun blasts at random- all aimed at least 30 degrees up, so Mark was safe on the floor.

EDIT: I shall assume I reacted at the same time Julo did his thing.

[Professor Fenway]

Derrick laughed, and then picked himself up. The shield had absorbed a few of the hits from Markus' stun blaster, but a couple had hit him. He didn't have function of his left hand at the time, but it would recover. First he looked at Zurar. "Good reaction timing," he said. "An appropriate response with limited resources."

"Excuse me?" asked Zurar, evidently confused. "You just tried to attack him."

"As a test! I wanted to see, of the new recruits, who would react in a sufficient manner!" He chuckled and then turned to Markus, who was slowly getting up. Derrick walked over to him, picking up the deactivated stun-device on the way, and helped him up. "Not bad," he said. "Haven't seen a device like this."

"And why did you just try to kill me?" Markus asked, barely concealing anger.

"Not kill, stun! And it was a reflex test, as I explained to your fellow recruit." He stood back. "But next time, it may not be me. It may be someone who wants to kill you. And I doubt this device would do you any good in that situation." He winked and put the device in his pack, obviously keeping it for further analysis.