"I'm looking for help repairing my spaceship," Vincent said. "I was shot down near that tower and met some people who brought me to this ship. Do you have any coolant system components? I'm willing to trade, or take on some jobs if necessary."
Vincent was still on the airship and everyone seemed to have forgotten about him. After the strange man who stole the crystal had made his escape, Vincent had been left alone in the corridor. Since then he had watched out of a porthole as the airship dispatched troops to a couple of locations. Eventually he decided that he'd done enough waiting, it was time to find out who was in charge here. He managed to find his way to the bridge and spotted a woman. "Excuse me?" he asked, "I'm looking for whoever is running this show."
Vincent had continued to wander the halls of the airship when suddenly things began to vibrate. It seemed that they were taking off, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Turning around a corner, he saw a bunch of security guards surrounding some poor chap who was evidently a thief. Great, he had just walked right into another stand-off. "Uh, hi!" he called to the guards. "I'm looking for a visitor check-in desk, could you point me in the right direction?" At that moment, the thief activated a rather odd device. Vincent waited to see what it would do.
While all the fighting had been going on, Vincent backed away towards the airship. Whatever was attacking their escorts seemed pretty dangerous - a girl who could kill people by touching them, and some sort of military droid only wearing a bow tie? - so he decided to hop on board the craft to stay out of harm's way. As it were, everyone was a bit too preoccupied to notice him. He hesitated for a moment. Maybe he should wait for the others to catch up? That said, it couldn't hurt to have a quick snoop around, if someone found him he'd just say he got lost. He wondered down a couple of corridors, walking past what appeared to be offices.
So, it seemed that he was being taken to the airship of one of the factions in this war. It was somewhere to start, Vincent supposed. Hopefully this wouldn't be some sort of trap. He noted with bemusement the rather odd lady - some sort of peace negotiator? - who was also being taken back to the airship. She seemed to have come out of nowhere, but then again so had he from these people's perspectives, so that was fair enough. After some walking, the airship loomed ahead of them. Guards appeared to be stationed by the entrance to the airship, and Vincent glanced at the woman who seemed to be in charge, waiting to see where they would be led next.
Before Vincent could react, he found himself facing down 3 combatants - two women and some nutter wearing very heavy armour. They didn't seem to have guns of any kind, but he was outnumbered and he didn't want to start a fight just yet anyway. He kept one hand ready on his gun, but didn't aim it. He listened to what one of the women was saying. Contested region was certainly one way of putting it. "I am a non-combatant unaffiliated with any faction!" he called in reply. "I am lost and seeking assistance!"
On board the Armstrong, things were looking grim. Vincent Kilmister was hunched over a control panel in the back of the cockpit, flicking a seemingly random sequence of switches - random at least to the untrained eye. His droid, the Armstrong's mechanic NV-32, looked over his shoulder. Vincent sighed. "What did you say the damaged feeds were again?" he asked his metal companion. "Answer: Feeds C and E, master," came NV-32's reply. "Well, that'd explain..." Vincent trailed off as he flicked another two switches. A low hum filled the air and the ship's interior was suddenly bathed in dim red light. The backup generators were online and they had emergency power. NV-32 was at the computer terminal as soon as it finished rebooting, activating a full ship diagnostic. "Analysis: Master, it would appear that the primary generator and both ion engines are damaged. It will take approximately one 24-hour day to complete repairs. However, the coolant system is irreparably damaged and we do not have enough spare components to install a new coolant system." This was bad news. Spending a day planetside to fix up the engines was fine, they had enough supplies on board for a few more days yet. However, finding replacement parts for the coolant system could prove to be a nightmare, especially on a planet like this with relatively little advanced technology. "OK, I need you to stay here and get on with repairs. I'll venture out and see if I can make contact with some non-hostile locals who might be able to point us in the right direction. It'll take a bit longer to finish the other stuff without me around, but we won't get getting very far without that coolant system... we probably wouldn't even make it to orbit without overheating." "Answer: Affirmative master. I strongly advise caution, however. If you require anything, please contact me." With his gun ready just in case, Vincent opened an access hatch near the centre of the ship. Another hatch beneath that allowed him to drop down to the planet's surface. He looked around at the wasteland they'd found themselves in. Interestingly, he heard sounds of battle coming from the direction of the tower which shot him down. Maybe the tower's occupants had mistaken him for enemy reinforcements, or something. At any rate, there had to be someone friendly in this warzone. He began walking, aiming slightly to the left of the tower, hoping find someone at the edge of the battle. He hated having to enter such a dangerous situation, but there really was no other choice. The next settlement could be dozens or even hundreds of miles away for all he knew.
Out of nowhere, the Armstrong was rocked by a huge explosion. Vincent, after recovering from the physical and mental shock, soon realised that the tower he was flying towards had fired some sort of AA gun at him. The information displays told him that the ship's engines had been taken out - with his deflector shields down he had been caught off guard. Damn it. Within seconds, the Armstrong began spiralling towards the ground as it lost horizontal speed. The only way to prevent certain death at this point would be to pitch further down and try to pick up enough speed to glide out of the stall. As the ship hurtled through the clouds, the ground rushing up to meet it, Vincent pulled back on the stick, only just managing to level out in time. Now he was gliding at great speed across the planet's surface. Outside appeared to be wasteland. The ship began slicing through dead trees and Vincent prepared for a crash-landing. Hopefully the ship wouldn't flip over. As soon as the belly of the ship made contact with the ground, Vincent was flung into the viewport by massive deceleration. Eventually, the Armstrong came to a halt. Vincent groaned in pain and climbed back into his seat. Flicking switches yielded nothing - power was gone, the ship was completely dead. Great. Not only would he be stuck here until he could repair the ship, but he had no doubt made quite the entrance for the locals - considering some of them had just shot him down, that was probably a bad thing. For now, however, there didn't seem to be any immediate threat. He could still see the tower in the distance, along with what appeared to be some sort of airship.
A thousand miles above the events taking place, a battered old spacecraft - a freighter, to be precise - came out of hyperspace into an orbit around [whatever planet Arkan is on]. In the cockpit, Vincent Kilmister observed the world below him. This was a far-flung, backwater sector of the galaxy, but this world was different - it was the human homeworld. His mother's species. The Armstrong was running low on supplies and he figured that, since he looked like a full-blood human, he probably had a good chance of trading with them. The only thing was, Vincent had only ever met a few other humans on his travels - most of these humans down below, in realms such as Arkan, had no experience with space travel. This meant they probably wouldn't accept standard currency, but that was fine, since he had plenty of resources in the cargo hold which he could barter with. His scanning computer had already identified a settlement - some sort of tower. He began piloting the ship on a descent trajectory, entering the atmosphere. He could soon see the tower in the distance ahead of him.
Name: Vincent Kilmister Title: N/A Faction (Order of The Hammer, The Shards of Hope or neither): Neither Age: 39 Gender: Male Description: A space captain and adventurer. Average height, dark hair and green eyes. Wears fairly plain clothes and a leather jacket. Looks human but is in fact only half human. Personality: Not particularly sociable. Quite cautious and cynical, though with a good sense of morality, and willing to fight for a good cause. Weapons: An R9 blaster pistol, which looks like a revolver but uses energy cells to shoot bolts of energy. Also, a stun baton, a non-lethal melee weapon generally only used in emergencies. Armour: Nothing but his usual clothes. Abilities (passive and active): Passive - Night vision - due to his Kilronar blood, Vincent can see in the dark to a limited extent, though not as well as a full Kilronar. Active - Hacking - Vincent can hack into most computer networks and has a PDA to help him do this. Strengths: Resourcefulness, knowledge of technology, ranged weapon skills Weaknesses: Physical strength, melee weapon skills, social interaction History: Vincent's parents met when his father, a Kilronar pilot, rescued his mother, a human, from slavery. His mother died when he was very young and he was mostly raised by his father on board his father's ship, the Armstrong. When Vincent was 24, his father died and he inherited the ship. He has since wondered the star systems, taking on odd jobs and transporting people and goods to make a living. He's had a fair share of encounters with pirates and other unsavoury types - one such encounter is how he acquired his droid, NV-32, who helps him with the maintenance of his ship. Other: The Armstrong and NV-32 won't affect the RP very much if at all, as they will be out of action for most of it.
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