((Yeah, timezones are gonna be a problem.. It was around 1 AM when I posted my application. Eastern Standard Time sucks sometimes...))
Lera had been late. She wasn't usually late for something so important, but everybody loves to mess with a quarian. Three steps through the door, and she already felt conflict among the other crew members. Lera saluted the asari commander, and took the last remaining seat. Listening to the introductions, tensions definitely seemed high, especially between the turians and the human. Maybe hiring such a diverse crew wasn't a good idea. Just as Lera was beginning her introduction, a man rushed into the conference room, exclaiming that a soldier was tampering with the ship's controls. The commander lead the way out the door, followed by all of the Lera rose from her seat wearily, and walked out the door, en route to the commander's vessel, following the rest of the crew. Eventually, they came upon the ship. Lera could only admire it's beauty, as compared to the many spacecraft she had seen in the Migrant Fleet. She watched as Kentra and Garren walked into the airlock, the door closing behind them. Lera could only hope this soldier wasn't crazy enough to actually drive off with the ship.
"Oh, **** off." He groaned to the two Turians. "It's called using your surroundings to threaten someone. I've worked on plenty of ships where they are taken by a rogue crewmember. And I've stopped a lot of them. Countless bloody times. Professionals?" He scoffed. "I am a bloody professional." He brushed his hair to his side lazily, and quickly grabbed his pistol back. He spun it around his finger a few times before holstering it.
Rentra was hanging back when Garren took control of the situation and the Human reacted very disrespectful. Are all Humans this idiotic? Rentra muttered and then saw the other female Turian insult Lucas. Rentra grimaced, as her features dropped. This was going to be an eventful trip.
Shinreena walked into the helm, sighing. "Everyone... What's done is done... I suggest you get to your positions on the ship, seeing as we'll be leaving now... Feel free to talk amongst yourselves... But... Our captain and engineer are not allowed to leave their positions, so... If you want to talk with them, you'll have to go directly to them, okay?" Shireena asked, though it was more like a subtle order. She then turned around, walking to the elevator, taking it to her quarters on the top floor.
Name: Kreth Various - Obviously he loves cream pie.
(( All spelling errors should be fixed, appearance has been added on to. Spam deleted. I'll just keep trying.))
Appearance: Blue suit with a black zipper going up the middle. Black hair that covers his eyes and Blue eyes. Black gloves and black boots. Pointed ears and pink shady lips. Normally wears a white helemt with a tinted grey visor. He has a blue satchel of tools that he carries all the time. His feet are abnormally small. Kreth comes off tall and masculante. His nose is pointed sort of like an elf. Caucasian with a hint of African American from his mother. He bites his finger nails alot so they dont grow. Kreth wears HD glasses due to the fact that he spends alot of time watching a monitor. His suit is a one peice to stop clutter and countless uses of the washing machine.
Personality: Kreth is a kind loving human, he keeps to himself and generally only shares information with his family. Being on a hostile planet, he dosen't leave town that much. Only for serious reasons. He tries to resolve any quarrels with a rational solution that would please both sides. He only cries at the serious loss of great friends/family members.
Bio: Kreth was born on the Starship 6, the ship had been inherited by the survivors on the planet Akuze. This ship was were Kreth was born. Kreth grew up close to his father. His father was an engine mechanic. Whenever there was a problem with the ships engines or thrusters, his father got right to it. His father was the best at this job. He wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and become a grease junky. Kreth went to the small town school and studied in engine mechanics and physics. He fixed up his first engine when he was 14, it was a busted hydrolics cord, along with a clogged engine. It was a sinch and was done in a hour. When Kreth turned 18 he had full right to wichever path he wanted to choose. Obviously, he became a mechanic and did good work at his fathers side. Kreth's skills were improving, but his lessons were stopped short when he first held a gun. It was a Turien Agent, which they had picked up from a alien planet. Kreth was a skilled marksman and eventually took his path as a soldier. Defending the ship whenever they visited a planet that turned out to be hostile. But being on the ship was boring, he needed something of more intrest. Kreth signed up on a mission to recover a missing signal from a distant planet. Little did he know he would be far away from the Starship 6.
((Feokris? Can i get a yes or no to my app on page 3? You seem to have accidentally missed it. No rush. :smile.gif: Nevermind, just saw it. Thanks! ))
Locke walked silently through the door, closing it behind him with a faint *hiss.* He stared around the room, observing his new crew with black, bulbous eyes. He noticed what seemed to be the Commander walking to the elevator and disappearing from view. Turning his focus back on the squabbling group, he walked silently past them, turning to stand in a darkened corner, eyes downcast and lips set in a firm line. Gently, he pulled a locket from his pocket, using telekinesis to lift it into the air above his palm and open the clasp. Inside sat a picture of his sister, Demosthenes, at the age of two. Locke absentmindedly brushed his tear tattoo, before shutting the locket and returning it to his pant pocket.
Again, he glanced at the room, before taking his leave and walking in to the elevator. Quietly, he asked the empty air,"Where are the bunks? I would prefer a dryer hab-unit with little humidity."
((Up to you Feokris. Does the ship have an AI or not?))
Kreth sat quietly in his seat. The commotion on board was distracting, he had to keep his head on the mission. Investigate the planet. The crew was a mix of guy's and girl's and other things that Kreth couldn't describe. He admired his gun. Polished to perfection before he had boarded. His sight, was also clean, to prevent misfires. He wasn't at all nervous. Kreth got up and began to walk to his quarters.
(( Edited, just realised The Captain isn't in there woops.))
(( @Diamonds: Garren hasn't really said anything bad, nor has he said anything that could cause a fight. You might be referring to Lucas and/or Dawn. ))
Garren took the elevator to the living quarters once the situation had been handled. There he made his way to his locker and began readying his equipment and weapons - making sure everything was in place. He wasn't one to start a conversation, so unless someone approached him, he would simply keep to himself until he was needed.
"I still didn't get the name for the ship, Commander." Phae restated. "I would like to know the name of the vessel I am aboard so I can write it in my research logs. Or does it even have a name yet?".
"Anyways, I don't think I really introduced myself (to fellow crew), I am Phae Vylentrix. I come from a long line of soldiers, serving on the front lines of battle. However, being the female I am, I was not allowed to follow in their footsteps. Instead, I was put into scientific laboratories, where I have researched many uncommon types of weapons. I have about 4 years of experience directly in Chemical Warfare, and 8 in the biological studies. I could tell you most of the plants and animals are toxic, radioactive, or if they have contagious diseases just by looking at them. However, I still pursue furthering my research and knowledge everyday, in the hopes that I can find the best uses for any species."
Phae then departed to the research center aboard the ship. She deeply inhaled the chemical fumes from inside the bright, empty room. Not many tools were there, so it was a good thing she brought some of her own supply.
Lucas sighed, and kicked back in his captains seat. He twiddled his thumbs for a while, sad that he couldn't put on his earphones as he would be briefed fairly soon. Rubbing his eyes, he realized he was fairly tired. But he couldn't get some sleep. Noo.... No sleep. He yawned, and unintentionally drifted off.
Appearance: William is about 6'4" and is kinda skinny, but he isn't weak. William has short blonde hair and blue eyes. He is kinda pale because of the fact that he almost always wears long sleves. For causal wear, he tends to wear a long black trench coat and jeans. His space suit is white with ten red stripes going down to his knees and three black stripes going across his chest.
Personality: William never did make to many friends because of him traveling with his father all the time, so you could say he is a bit socialy awkward. He sits to the side getting his work done, even doing things others didn't notice needed to be done. He'll talk to you but don't expect him to say much.
Bio: William was born in North America, the United States really. But was raised in all of Europe, because of his father beinging in the army. He learned German and French quite well, and English too. At the age of 18 he wanted to do something that let him leave this boring, plain planet. He went to the nearest (What branch of milatary is this? I don't have or have played Mass Effect.) recuitment center of _______ and joined. He started out like the rest and keep a low proflie. At age 24 he started to travel with a few squads and meeting alot of new and strange people. He never did see much active combat so he only knows it it by-the-book. At the age of 34 he was promoted and was reassgined to this squad. Two days after he turned 35 and got his first mission (This one.) he has never met with the rest of them but has been preparing. "This means meeting people, I hate meeting people." William said to himself after joining. ((God, this is one my worse bios. I don't really know much about this.))
Ship position: Damn doctor is taken. I'll be a soldier/combat medic.
Anything else..?: Nope.avi I do quite like German apple cake.
[It's called the Alliance Navy. :3 Also, it's kind of short, but... Seems pretty good. I saw a few typos and spelling mistakes, but... I'll let them slide. However, before I accept, I have a recommendation. You're a soldier, but, you can also say you were a medic of sorts. That way you still have the soldier position, yet have also had medical training, since I know you like doctor characters. ;P Tell me if you wanna edit that in or not.]
[@Neil: Your the captain, you decide that.]
[@TCT: Sure, let's give it an AI. xD]
[@Dragon: The commander's already left the room. But... I'll take suggestions... What do you all think the ship should be named..?]
((GAH! I'll have it still docked. If I'm sleeping on the job WHILE IT'S RUNNING, I would basically get kicked off the ship.))
Lucas awoke with a start. Was the ship running!? Where they off!? Why was he sleeping on the job... He yawned, and focused his attention back on his job. He slid more comfortably on the seat, and rubbed his eyes. God, he was making a terrible impression of himself.
((Is the captain also the pilot, or am I on my seat, telling people what to do. I dunno, never played mass effect.))
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(( As Captain, you pilot the ship with the help of a few co - pilots on your deck. You should also let everyone know when you taking off, nearing the destination, and warn when you're about to suddenly maneuver the ship for defensive purposes via ship communications. ))