So how did it all turn out? I tallied the votes and this is what we came up with:
Character Job:
A. Freelancer
Character's Significance:
C. Accidentally caught up in things
Character's...
So how did it all turn out? I tallied the votes and this is what we came up with:
Character Job:
A. Freelancer
Character's Significance:
C. Accidentally caught up in things
Character's Normal Work history:
B. Small Crew
Character has a Pet(s):
B. No
THE WORLD
The Aliens:
C. Humans and various types of aliens
The universe:
A. Small portion of the galaxy with many inhabited planets
The Frequency of Aliens:
B. Primarily Humans
Weapons:
B. Melee and Projectile balanced
Projectiles:
C. Blaster Only
Combat Focus:
A. Space/Ship Combat Orientated Combat Focus
(The only thing that everyone selected something different one was Character Background... but it might not matter too greatly considering the nature of the story... so I'll take some creative freedoms with that one)
So there is our setting. Now comes the fun part. The story. With that in mind, I'm going to place the proposed introduction. Things to keep in mind. This just happened. I didn't originally intend to do it in first person but it just seemed to fit. If you don't like the first person please let me know and I can do up a third person version.
Pros of first person:
More personal. More individualized. We get a better feel for the main character.
Pros for Third Person:
More details/descriptions. Unbiased commentary/narrative. We get to see the world from various character perspectives.
Secondly, I realized that we need to also decide the way you all will interact with Lucas, Marla, and any other future crew, and just the world in general. Here's what I mean.
First this first post I've left it up to you all to decide what they discover when they open the escape pod. This will decide what direction the story takes from here on out. However, for future reference... which to you prefer:
A. Control the events and people who are thrown at Lucas and the crew of the Hammerhead.
B. Control Lucas's decisions when presented with a key problem.
C. Control Marla's decisions and how she effects the story and Lucas must decide how to act and react accordingly.
Essentially, I give an example of A. at the end of this first post.
As far as B, an example would be whether Lucas decides to save just X person, or save himself or go back and try to save both X & B person or whatever.
Likewise, C would be where Marla makes decisions throughout based on your votes/feedback and Lucas then has to decide how he wants to act based on his character, who he is, and the situation presented.
A mixture works... but it can only be just one of the three or a combination of A & B or A & C. Basically, what it amounts to is whether or not we want to have fun throwing crap at Lucas and seeing how he handles it or actually controling Lucas and seeing where the story leads us if we go that direction.
So what I'm looking for?
Story Style:
A. Keep in how it is
B. Keep it in 1st person but tone it down a bit to be a little less "personal"
C. Try it out as Third Person instead
Story Control:
A. Control the events and people who are thrown at Lucas and the crew of the Hammerhead.
B. Control Lucas's decisions when presented with a key problem.
C. Control Marla's decisions and how she effects the story and Lucas must decide how to act and react accordingly.
What was Discover? (See the end of part 1)
As before, anyone is welcome to sound off on these matter, make comments, suggests, criticisms, etc. about the story, plot, or characters, as well as vote.
SCI-FI UNIVERSE VOLUME 1: The Story Begins (Don't worry. It looks long but that's just because there is lots of space due to dialogue. :D )
My names Lucas Burchell. I'm what most people refer to as a freelancer. Or at least, I was. But Wait... I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start back at the beginning. It all started about a week ago on a routine shipping mission.
We were shipping a supply of Catrillium ore from the Traviti region to Setie 4. Where is that, you ask? Don't worry about it. As my father always told me, "Your job is to follow orders and get things were they need to be. Everything else is irrelevant. This galaxy is just made up of a bunch of small clustered planets with small minded people and your occasional odd alien species. As long as you're getting paid, who gives a Framn about anything or anyone else!" Ah, pa. Those were the gold old days. Of course, I'm not saying that those are like some kind of golden set of words to live by or anything, but they haven't failed us yet.
And when I say us, I mean me and Marla. I don't know her real name but I guess it's something too long and complicated for lowly humans to pronounce so she just introduces herself as Marla and so that's what everyone calls her. Marla is a Tovarian. They are human looking creatures with clay red, almost salamander like skin, slightly large eyes, and slits that function as nostrols were their nose should be. Oh, that and they have holes on the side of their heads where there should be ears and like no visible body hair as far as I know. It's kind of weird actually. I mean, no body hair? Don't get me wrong. I'm not a very hairy guy myself, but even I have a full head of wavy black hair and a mild case of the pricklies curtosy of my six o'clock shadow. Gotta stay looking good for the ladies, after all.
The same can't be said of Marla.
"Luke."
Of course, that doesn't detract much from the fact that she's the best pilot this side of the Antilles Nebula.
"Luke!"
In fact, me and Marla get along pretty well. What can I say. I have that way with women.
"LUKE!"
Startled and a little disoriented, I fumbled a reply, "Wha...What? What happened? What's going on?"
Marla squinted her eyes with a piercing glare.
"You were sleeping again!"
"Wa... No. Me?"
Marla continued to stare at me accusingly.
"That? Nah. No. I was...uh... well... what I mean to say is that, ya see..."
Turning her attention away from me and back to piloting the ship, Marla raised a hand.
"Forget it, Lucas. Just please pay attention. You know this area of space is known for raiders and if we pick up one I need to be able to hightail it to safety before they are right on top of us." Marla sighed, "What's got you so tired anyways?"
Catching myself before I doze off again, I tried by best to shift in my seat and refocus my attention on the console in front of me.
"Uh...wha... yeah... Uh...," I began, clearing my throat. "Business. I just had some business to take care of. I mean, seeing that we were spending the night at the station anyways. So yeah. Business. That's all."
Marla rolled her eyes, "Girls or gambling?"
"What? No," I retorted letting the 'no' drag a little. "Why does it always have to be girls or gambling? I do have morals, you know."
Marla gave me a coy smirk, "Yeah. It comes with the job, right?"
Becoming a little indignant now, I couldn't help but sit up in my chair and raise a finger into the air.
"Look. Just because we smuggle the occasional illegal shipment of weapons or medicine or other goods or take a few less than reputable jobs doesn't mean I'm moral-less."
"Uh, huh. And what does it mean, Lucas?"
I paused for a second.
"It means... It means..."
And right when I was about to come up with my most brilliant answer ever and shock and awe Marla once and for all time, it happened. My console rang.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
Marla suddenly shot me an alarmed glance, "Woah. Luke? What's that?"
"Dive! Dive! Dive!" I exclaimed as if shaking my console would assist her in doing so.
Marla jerked the stick hard as we ducted under the unidentified object just in the nick of time. Once again, I had saved the day. Of course, Marla wasn't quite as impressed.
"What the framn, Luke! What was that?"
Looking at my console just slightly bewildered, I hit the side of it with the palm of my hand as if that would actually help.
"Uuhh... I... I don't know. But there doesn't seem to be anything else in the near vicinity. You wanna circle around and get a better look?"
There was a short paused before Marla nodded.
"Yeah. Ok. I guess it wouldn't hurt."
The ship lurched a little as she squealed and changed direction. The Hammerhead was a good ship. Shaped almost like a small "t", the 31 meters long, Enchotti Escort Class vessel was more than 10 years old. Still, even though this model had long since been retired, Enchatti are known to build their vessels to last and the Hammerhead was no exception. The key was recognizing that she was a refined and elegant older lady and thus treating her accordingly.
"There it is. See that thing to the left," Marla spoke as she pointed out the cockpit window at to a small, dark gray metallic object that was cylindrical in nature. "What do the scans say?"
"Oh. Right. Scanning it as we speak... Let's see..."
Of course, Marla cut me off.
"Hey. You don't think that's an escape pod of some sort, do you?" Marla queried as she eyeballed it very quizzically.
I sighed, "Well... if you hadn't cut me off I'd have said, yes. Yes, that is an escape pod 'of some sort'. And someone 'of some sort' seems to be still inside it..."
"Although," I added, "I seem to be having trouble reading life signs of any sort."
Marla shot me a look before continuing, "Open the aft bay. Where ever it came from or whatever happened here must have happened fairly recently. Let's find out what's going on."
Of course, I couldn't help but get excited about such a ridiculous idea.
"That's the worse idea I've ever heard! What if it's some space pirate waiting for some good Samatarian to come along and let her aboard so she can rape and pillage us!"
Marla laughed a little.
"Luke," Marla paused. "Seriously, what are the chances of that?"
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Poll 1. What do they discover:
A. An angry space pirate waiting for some good Samaratin to come along and let them aboard that they can rape and pillage the crew
B. An important dignitary from a nearby planet who has been hiding away in this escape pod awaiting rescue.
C. Someone whose ship had came under attack and the rest of their crew was kidnapped.
D. A dead person carrying a map that could possibly lead to some kind of treasure.
E. Just some "random person" that refuses to tell them how or why he ended up there.
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