[Star Frontiers] Backplots
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				Title: <strong>[Star Frontiers] Backplots</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 19:48:57</strong>
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				The Cassidine Development Corporation offices on Ankar are low, sprawling buildings.&nbsp; Much of Ankar's cities have building ordinances to keep the skylines open..and this is no exception.&nbsp; Inside the large blue CDC logo seems to clash with the more traditional brown sandstone styling of the buildings.&nbsp; <br><br>A receptionist.. a Vrusk who is seated behind a large clam'shell shaped console, looks up, then indicates on the desk. "Welcome to the CDC.. please scan your Ident and state your business" in clipped PanGal.&nbsp; Vrusks always come across sounding humourless and tactless.. perhaps it's just a species thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 03:05:47</strong>
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				She stands in front of the&nbsp; desk and&nbsp; swipes the ident card. Then straightening her shoulders, “I have an employment interview?” she pulls&nbsp; the letter from her purse. “Mister Simerson?” she&nbsp; stands there uncertain and terribly afraid she’ll be caught in her one and only lie.. Maybe they have and that is why this one is so abrupt. She shakes her head, her dark hair swinging from side to side before she realizes it and so takes a breath, “I’m nervous” she volunteers.<br><br>Mentally calming&nbsp; herself down. Making her self breathe.&nbsp; ‘I hope they have not filled the post? I’d just die if I don’t get it. I think I have already quit my job.” She scrunches her eyes closed as if that will stop her from blabbering.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 04:23:40</strong>
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				The vrusk looks at you with those cold, unblinking bug eyes.&nbsp; It's antenna twitches.<br><br>It then looks down, looking at the screen, and back up.&nbsp; "I do not know why you feel the need to fabricate." it's antenna twitches, crossing then uncrossing.&nbsp; "Please.. go to waiting room 3.&nbsp; You will be interviewed in several minutes." it then points to a smaller alcove. "In there are some refreshments if you wish to indulge before hand."&nbsp; He looks away..obviously finished talking with you.&nbsp; It clicks..not speaking Pangal..either just 'muttering' or saying something in it's native Vrusk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 05:00:01</strong>
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				There is no way that her stomache could handle anything to eat or drink so she heads directly for the waiting room 3. Three tries and&nbsp; a security guard to ask directions from she finally closes the door behind her.&nbsp; She moves to the&nbsp; hard chairs and sits. Her purse held like a life savor in her lap.<br><br>She looks down at the short skirt of dark blue. and&nbsp; tugs on the matching suit jacket. she sighs and closes her eyes. "I look like I am wearing a uniform" but it is too late to change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 12:42:10</strong>
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				The waiting room is coloured a sedate deep blue, with several padded seats around a table.&nbsp; On the wall, a CDC logo animates unobtusely to the side.<br><br>Your wait isn't long as another man and a blob..a dralasite.. comes into the room.&nbsp; Both are dressed in the cobault blue of the CDC - a slightly different shade then your own outfit.&nbsp; The dralasite flips open a portable computer while the Human smiles at you.<br><br>"Hello, Miss Holmes.&nbsp; I'm Edgar, this is Mout."&nbsp; The dralasite lifts it's head to nod then curls it back down to look at the screen.<br><br>"We have reviewed your application.. of course.. and you've met our requirements to be here in this chair this morning.&nbsp; So.." he interlaces his fingers.. "Tell me why you would be an asset to our company.. how you could aid us in this upcoming mission."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 21:11:39</strong>
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				She wipes her hands on her skirt and takes a deep breath. "I suppose my main achievement that allows me to function on this sort of&nbsp; expedition would be my ability to catalogue. Catologuing is more than making lists. It requires an ability to recognize important information and how it relates to other information gathered. I am very good at it. besides I can cook and straighten the living spaces. I am not unattractive to look at and there fore will be plesant company&nbsp; between points of interest." She&nbsp; looks at both beings and smiles&nbsp; as she states her case. Aware that qualifications are only a part of the equasion.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 21:19:04</strong>
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				Edgar smiles at this.. not quite expecting the final qualification.&nbsp; Obviously Zyntha has done her 'homework' .. or at least knows the very concept of 'sex sells'. (refering to being flirty, of course)<br><br>He nods.. "Do you have any social ties that would prevent you from taking on this mission.&nbsp; You realize the mission will be taking you out of Frontier space for up to a year.&nbsp; Plus there is debriefing time.&nbsp; Because the systems are uninhabited..there will be no contact with any people outside the mission...&nbsp; And of course there is the danger aspect." he leans forward on the table..his eyes dancing down to her chest then back up.<br><br>"Are you wililng to take these risks?"
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				Title: <strong>[Star Frontiers] Backplots</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 21:24:57</strong>
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				There is a knock at the door of the small 'coffin hotel' that you are staying at.&nbsp; Ever since being 'rescued' 'rehabilitated' and then given a career.. you've seemed to drift from job to job.<br><br>Not growing up as part of the 'corporate' culture.. you've not had many loyalties to any one corporations, and found yourself drifting..following work.<br><br>The coffin-hotel of the Dramune Orbital Spaceport is like any number of them across the frontier.&nbsp; Big enough to lie down or sit up in.. with connections to the local (in this case CDC) computer nets and entertainment..they are alot less roomy and cozy then they advertise to be.<br><br>"We're looking for Rath... are you in there?" comes a muffled gruff voice on the other side of the door.<br><br><em>(hopefully you don't mind my introduction to the game :D)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 21:30:57</strong>
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				The late afternoon calm is interupted by the sound of an approaching aircar.&nbsp; Pale blue and bearing the CDC logo on the side, it flys over the sprawling mesa, scant feet above the foilage, in a direct bee-line to your abode.<br><br>Finally coming close, it circles gently as it sets itself down beside your own Aircar..an older model which still has the old logo of the SteelCam Mining Consortium.. the old mining company you worked for at one point.<br><br>Settling, the aircar takes a moment to die down, then the gull-wing doors open to allow a pair of humans to egress.&nbsp; They walk up to the small out of the way house where you've been staying.. about 2 hours by air from the closest town. (although with all the modern ammenties)<br><br><em>(hopefully you didn't mind my intro.. to set the pace going)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 02:09:15</strong>
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				"My Parents are academics" she states. "I have&nbsp; no one else and they think that this is a great opportunity." she&nbsp; blushes as she realizes where his gaze wanders to but that is ok. She gazes at him, "I am hoping to find evidence of pre history occupation" she says quietly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 02:20:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Annika&nbsp; straightens up from the flowers she'd been planting and took off the large floppy sunhat and wipes her forehead. Replacing the hat, she watches the aircar approach and land. The tall thin woman stands, brushing fresh soil from her knees and hands as she walks over to the car. Dressed in a long sun dress, sandels, sunhat and work gloves, she&nbsp; looked normal except for her pale skin and long white hair that was blowing in the wind, with the hem of her dress. The last of the dust was slapped from her hands when the door opens and the two men step out. "What brings two CDC out here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 13:10:55</strong>
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				Edgar nods.. smiling as he enjoys the young scholar's blush.<br><br>"There is a chance of that..although I think it would be remote.&nbsp; But then..don't forget..much of pre-history has been lost..and who knows if there could have been a lost colony out there.. or Sathar outposts..or a new race never discovered before"<br><br>The dralasite looks up, an unreadable expression on his face..then back down to the keyboard.<br><br>Edgar straightens himself.."Miss Holmes.. I think you are the perfect candidate.&nbsp; I can have our people send you the details for the mission.. you can start packing and making arrangements for your belongings and accomodations.. you know..put the rest of your stuff into storage.. say your goodbyes."&nbsp; He looks like he wants to add something else..but doesn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 13:15:28</strong>
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				The taller of the two.. female incidentally, steps forward.&nbsp; "Miss Pheldon... we're here to offer you a job.&nbsp; According to the planetary net, you have background in geology, survey.. " she pauses.. "You also have the living accomodations that could merit an extended mission beyond the borders of the Frontier.&nbsp; According to the planetnet... you've not had a job since SteelCam closed shop.. and.. " she gives a soft smile.. "We're hoping we could interest you in a new career"<br><br>The other man steps forward, flipping open a case he carries to open a large but thin computer.&nbsp; "The Frontier Commission has granted the CDC writ to mount a one year extended mission coreward.&nbsp; We would like you to be on that team"<br><br>On the screen a small animated map of the frontier (known to any schoolkid) illuminates, and then a number of other stars glow white.. each at the very bottom edge of the page.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 14:45:52</strong>
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				Zyn stands and smiles unable to hide her look of relief. "Is there any thing I should bring beside clothes, books, personal items?" she takes a deep breath and sighs it oput her anticipation&nbsp; in the adventure is almost palpable. "also anything not to bring?" she adds as maybe there are regulations. She tries to hide the inexperiance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 15:23:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;Annika's pale lips widen in a amused smile.&nbsp; "I have the living accomidations? I have been doing&nbsp; fairly well since SteelCam closed down. The severance package was quite decent." Her pink eyes flick over to her aircar. When the male brings out the computer, she nods to the house. "Come inside." The tall pale woman lead them back to the house, dropping off her workgloves by the planter of flowers she'd been working on. <br><br>&nbsp;Inside the small house. Stone built of what could be called frontier style(Spanish style) it was two stories surrounding a central courtyard. The main part and two side wings that circled around the open garden area in the middle. White stuccoe walls and red tile roof shown in the late afternoon sun. Inside the wals were painted gay colors. Cool on the eyes. Dark carved furnature and colored tile floors, covered in places by thick rugs absorbe the sound of Annika's sandles and the two visitors shoes. She lead them thru the foyer, past the curving stairway upwards to the second floor, into a large room appointed with comfortable couches and chairs, wiht several carved desks and the entertainment center. Pictures of space scenes and caves decorate the walls. Most look like cleaned up snap-shots, very well done. <br><br>&nbsp;"Have a seat. Is there anything you'd like to drink? Water , lemonade, iced tea, coffee?" Her hands gesture for them to sit and relax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 17:09:39</strong>
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				They follow Annika into her house, to the large sitting room.&nbsp; <br><br>"We're arn't here to stay, but make this offer to you." <br><br>The one with the laptop leaves it open on a table near you and then sits.&nbsp; "If you like..we can wait while you review the material.. or if you'd choose, we can leave the documents for you and you can contact our office when you've made your descision."<br><br>The other one, already having sat by now, leans forward on his hands. "We don't know many details ourselves.&nbsp; We were just tasked with coming out here to deliver this to you, although if you are interested, we do have a forward on the expenses for the expedition.. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 17:13:23</strong>
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				"Details for the mission will be forwarded to your accounts."&nbsp; He looks up and down you. "You may wish to perhaps invest in some exploration clothing..there are some outfitters down in the downport who specialize in such.&nbsp; As well, you only have a limited amount of space.. so bring sensible stuff which you will need..the rest you can put into storage during your absense." <br><br>The Dralasite looks up again.. "If you do not have personal defense.. some can be assigned from ship's stores.&nbsp; Although most people will be bringing their own defenses and weapons.&nbsp; And.." he pauses.."considering we're beyond the edge of the Frontier..if you had anything.. frowned upon.. I'm sure it could find it's way into your storage locker" hinting that they would slip contraband weapons through the customs.<br><br>Edgar reaches to tap on the computer infront of him.&nbsp; "We are permitted to advance you 10% of the wages for your expenses up front.. if you wish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 19:43:47</strong>
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				Zyn look from one to the other and her expression is blank it is not til she hears the word weapon that she begins to understand, "I am afraid I have not even held a gun. or sword or lazer or anything that was meant to harm anoither being." she licks her lips and then changes the subject, "outfitters?" ok well not they are going to knw she is a fraud. she takes a deep breath, "No" she tries to bluff her way through it, "I have most of my own gear"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 20:03:50</strong>
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				Mout looks up, giving Edgar a look, then down again.<br><br>Edgar leans forward.. "you know..this could be dangerous.&nbsp; You may want to consider taking some basic lessons.. and " he smiles.. leaning.. "Zyntha..can I call you that?&nbsp; Listen..you've got the job.. you don't need to pretend with me.&nbsp; Even if you don't get yourself a weapon.. get yourself a skein suit.. and some basic gear." he smiles..and then gives a wink.<br><br>Mout gives another look, then typing for abit..he leans forward.&nbsp; "20,000 credits have been forwarded to your accounts.&nbsp; Your shuttle leaves in 2 days.. you have that time to get your affairs in order."&nbsp; He then looks at Edgar.. and stands.<br><br>Edgar stands too.. then winks.. "Remember what I said, Zyntha"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 23:22:43</strong>
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				She listens and nods. aware that he is telling her something that&nbsp; might save her life. and so she makes a point of remembering the name of the place that she can get help wit hthe suit and gear. Maybe get a weapon aswell? she nods to herself as they walk away. Most places give lessons. But what kind? she picks up her briefcase and heads out of the small interview room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 00:13:55</strong>
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				Several hours later, it's not hard to find the large CDC sponsored (as indicated in the corner) expedituary supply store.&nbsp; It serves both those travelling on-world and off going to remote destination, as well as a fashion stop for those wanting the camping style gear.<br><br>And then..a familiar face steps out.&nbsp; Edgar walks up, smiling. "I figured you'd be here tonight." he says with a smile..slipping close.."Do you know what you're getting yourself into, Zyntha?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 01:47:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; Annika shrugs and gets herself a cold glass of lemonade. Leaving the pitcher on a table with two glasses for the visitors. Sipping from her glass, she sat and began to look thru the material they had brought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 02:31:30</strong>
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				The two make themselves comfortable.<br><br>Most of the details are overview in nature: not wanting to get into specifics until people sign up.&nbsp; The UPF has authorized an expansion survey of worlds, and a conglomerate of corps, including the CDC have successfully bid.&nbsp; This contract is with a CDC sponsored exploration ship, which is heavily crewed by a mixture of CDC staff, Star Law Rangers and civilian specialists.<br><br>The trip will take an estimated year duration, and for that time you'd be away from the frontier.&nbsp; The pay-grades vary depending on position and expertise, but the pay is handsome for a year's work.<br><br><em>(more details are in the ooc sections setting up the game.&nbsp; If you have any specific questions.. ask me oocly and I'll tell you what the briefings would say.)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 02:57:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;She peruses the information. Comparing the map to what she knows. During her browsing, she turns on her home computer, activating several vid screens around the room. On the main one, a link to the planetnet fires up. The Morrigan's World Plentnet (tm) logo pops up. Quick taps of her fingers bring up the stockmarket and the prices for CDC stock, a comparative record of the past eyar's stock prices and a sidebar that held the largest stockholders profiles. On other screens were port scheduals, arivals/departures, shipping companies, lists of star systems CDC was active in and the products they sold/traded in, and a list of companies that could have bidded on this survey. The screen in front of Annika had a line to the Planetary Library, Stellar/Star Systems and a map of the edges of explored space.&nbsp; Her finger traces Jump lanes from world to world. Occassionally she wrote down some note on a hand held comp. The screens changing as she kept up her search.<br><br>&nbsp;A half hour into her search, she glances at the two, a small smile curving her pale lips. "I may live far from the cities, but I'm not disconnected from the world. I can say that I am interested . What's the pay?"<br><br>&nbsp;((&nbsp; ooc&nbsp; ; she's looking for what competitors there are, how much of a gamble CDC is taking on this(ie stock prices), the n umber of Jump capable ships that are leaving the Low and High Ports in the next week and which ones could be capable of going outside of known space. Anything on the Survey Service and StarLaw that might indicate their involvement/interest in this. And the possible route they'd be taking ))<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 03:34:46</strong>
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				Zyn is walking along a row of shirts and looks up at the familiar voice. "I was that transparent was I?" she sighs and shakes back her hair. "so teach me what I need to know in less than 40 hours." she smiles at the man, 'are you amd your friend coming along on this voyage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 13:23:15</strong>
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				There are apparently three of the 'big boys' involved with this.&nbsp; After the Planatary Survey Administration branch of the UPF was given the mandate, the open bidding was met by hotly contested counter bids, until after some discussion an arrangement was made whereas two companies, Cassidine Developement Corp and Streel would share in the actual survey work, and the Pan Galactic Corp would be providing logistics and support.&nbsp; <br><br>CDC apparently is providing the ships, which are specialized survey vessels based on a gesalt design - two for their own missions, and one to Streel.&nbsp; It's apparent that Streel is also devoting one of it's own internal vessels for the mission.&nbsp; PGC will be sub contracting several freighters - along with Star Law Rangers for logistics and resupply.<br><br>*basically the main conpetitor would be Streel - they are the other company doing the ground work that your skills are keen on*<br><br>Each company is exposing themselves largely.&nbsp; The threat of Sathar, or unknown species is very large.&nbsp; But also the returns on being the prime developer of new land is also equal.&nbsp; That's the main reason of the PSA's descision to involve multiple corporations - so no one corporation gets a monopoly on the new worlds.<br><br>The pay ranges vary depending on the skillsets and requirements.&nbsp; For you - a civilian geological specialist - they have your pay rated at 250,000 credits for the year - payable at the termination of the contract.&nbsp; After some negotiations, the pay is dropped in lieu of a combination of stock options for the CDC as well as a land grant of an additional tract of land adjascent to the mesa plateau.<br><br>The mission group is assembling on Minotaur, with departure for the worlds happening in about a month's time. (it takes time to rally all the resources)&nbsp; Travel time from Prenglar to Theseus is about 20 days, which would give you the difference 'free' to make your mind up.<br><br>The actual flight plan is of course top secret.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 13:55:12</strong>
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				He shakes his head.. "Oh no.. I'm just an administrator here." he smiles and comes close.. "Although you shouldn't worry as much.&nbsp; Just be honest.. open..that's all you need.&nbsp; You got the job based on your merits.. not based on whether you can be a super soldier to do everything."<br><br>Edgar starts to lead you through the racks.. pausing every once in a while to explain some things to you.<br><br><em>(here goes the IC lesson)</em><br><br>He first walks over to the defenses, pulling out a military-grade Skeinsuit.&nbsp; It basically looks like a pair of camoflague coloured rugged clothing.&nbsp; "Skeinsuits protect you from kinetic damage.. guns.. but also can protect you from teeth and other nasties.. since you're not going to war..but you are likely to have little monsters nibbling your ankles.. this would be vital. Heck..I'd maybe get two." You see skeinsuits can either be the cammo style.. or they have stuff that looks like regular clothing.<br><br>Next to that are the 'screens'... "Okay..most of these.. wouldn't be as useful..except I'd maybe suggest getting an inertial screen.&nbsp; It's the screen equivellent of a skinsuit.. with both you are that much more protected.&nbsp; They run off of these battery packs.. so I'd get a couple." the battery packs are the size of a fist and designed to be hung off the belt.<br><br>Over into the general supplies..he starts pointing out a number of items -<br><br>Allweather blanket..it's compact..again the size of a fist..and you never know when it's useful to have a nice warm bed.<br>Everflame - (a glorified lighter good for years and years)<br>Machete - considering the world will be unexplored.. it's a good chance you'd need this simple impliment<br>Poly-vox - If you do come across aliens.. if you can get them to speak..the polyvox would eventually decode their language.<br>Sungoggles - working outside in the sun..these would protect your eyes.. <br>Survival rations - even just keeping a couple in a pocket..never know when you'd need them<br>Toxy-rad Gauge - It's a little bracelet that has 3 lights.. each one bad.&nbsp; one lights up for low oxygen, one for radiation and one for toxic biohazards<br>Emergency Beeper - the size of a small pen.. it's set to a common com-frequency and can be used if you're ever in trouble<br>Explorer outfits - boots and vests designed for durabilitiy and with pockets for carrying the myriad of 'stuff'<br>Small pill bottles of Aller-tab, Dehy-tab and Fungi-tab - tablets designed to combat various maladies like allergies, dehydration and fungal infections.<br><br>Finally he takes you over to the weapon's section.<br><br>"You don't need anything bigger then you can handle.. and honestly..if you're unskilled..you can't use anythign with a recoil.<br><br>He pulls out two guns.. one is a Wartech (tm) Laser Ke 1000.&nbsp; It's a small pistol.. there is a dial on it.. and a place to insert powerclips. It also comes with a small wire that can be used to attach it to standard power beltpacks.&nbsp; "Very versitle.. it's not the most nasty thing..but you just want something to protect yourself.&nbsp; It's also able to be hooked to the same powerpacks as your other equipment."<br><br>The second one is a very old design..it's a wierdly shaped pistol with no 'nozzle' but rather a pointed parabolic dish.&nbsp; "Sonic Stunner.. again.. powerclips or you can hook it up to your power beltclips.&nbsp; Instead of damaging..these stun people.. possibly even knocking them unconscious"<br><br>He smiles.."Speaking of that..you should go to a hospital and get an anti-shock implant.&nbsp; These may be useful to protect you from being stunned by electro stunners.&nbsp; It's just a small device they implant into you."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 17:49:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;It's late by the time she finished looking over the information.&nbsp; Thru asking the two negotiators questions at varied intervals, she managed to keep them until it was nearly dark outside. The tall white skinned woman sat back with a smile on her face. "So that is&nbsp; stock options, several hectacares of land surrounding this mesa. including the mineral and water rights under all of it. Witha small amount, 20,000 for expenses&nbsp; I have 10 days to finalize anything. Is that correct?" <br><br>&nbsp;The windows had been opened and warm lights came on all around the house. Illuminating the house and a part of the land around surrounding it. A evening breeze sprang up, blowing the scent of hot sand and rock, warm telendra and elvero mera plants into the room. The calls of the Ki-chi and Mesapin birds began to sound as the sun drops over the horizon. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 19:34:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To say Zyn is overwhelmed is an understatement. But she is not stupid and so she listens carefully and repeats the information&nbsp; putting it into her memory. she selects those items that he suggests.<br><br>After they are finished and the items will be sent on to the company to store abord the ship she looks at Edgar, "I was not totally honest. Not hard to figure out where. and I did not actually lie. I have used all the equipment that will be necessary for mapping and cataloging. only never in space. I have never been off planet as anything other than a passanger."&nbsp; She takes a deep breath. "but that said I'll not let you down"<br><br>She smiles at him. "I am very skilled and intelligent. What I don't know I can be taught"<br><br>Then she waits to see his reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 19:44:58</strong>
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				<em>OCC: No just perfect :), sorry for not answering until now... weekends you know.</em><br><br>Rath rose from the bed and as he did asumed his "normal" form among humans. Normally when he was alone his form fluxated from one thing to the next sometimes even when he wasn't aware of it, but the knock reminded him about where he was. He walked up to the door and opened if, concentrating on getting his smile right... he hoped he did.<br><br>"Yes, I'm Rath."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 04:04:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods..smiling. "That's a good attitude to have.. and you have lots of time between now and departure.&nbsp; Although if I was you, I'd be getting youself on the next passenger flights going to Theseus.. it's going to be a long haul from here..and if you get there early enough you can go shopping at the malls..or even go take in the sun at the resorts."<br><br>he smiles.. "Just remember to contact the CDC..now that you're their contract employee.. their staff will make all the travel arrangements."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 04:07:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A Yarzarian in a blue corp uniform stands outside the door of your coffin-abode.&nbsp; He lets out a sigh, obviously really appreciating having to deal with one of your race. (Those Yarzarians have no sense of humour)<br><br>"Listen..Rath. I'm to take you down to the corp offices.&nbsp; Your name came up on one of the job boards, and they have a contract for you." the yarzarian peers back behind you into your cubby hole for a moment. "if you have everything you'll need..otherwise.I could wait out here.. you know..for you to change." his tone just hovering on this side of being insulting.<br><br>(It's okay.. I'm a patient..although once the game gets going.. we may need to revisit this to ensure the game doesn't lag once it's all players together)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 04:17:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles and&nbsp; nods, "I will remember." she reaches out and lays her hand on his sleeve, "Thank you for all you've done to help me. I'll not forget it."&nbsp; she steps back, 'will I join the crew at Thesus? Are you going to be there?" she lets her hand drop, "I am so excited. and just so thrilled to be a part of all this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 08:19:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A yarzaria.... swell. "Well it will take just a moment." Rath says and closes the door again. <em>Do I really need this? Sure a job is nice... but...</em> Sighing Rath quickly picks together something to wear and a bag with "things that might come in handy" then walks out to the officer again.<br>"There, I'm done. Show the way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 13:24:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hands are shaken, paperwork digitally signed and shared.&nbsp; And money transfered.<br><br>"Remember.. you need to be there in time for the departures.. you can contact the CDC offices at least 20 hours in advance and they will handle all your starship bookings."<br><br>The other one smiles.. "If you get thre early.. you know I'm pretty sure the CDC could arrange some accomodations at one of the resorts on Minotaur.. you know..beaches.. sand.. fun" he has abit of an envious expression.<br><br>Hands are shaken again, and the two CDC agents leave Annika to her last few days of preparations.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 13:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Yarzarian only grunts in reply..and then while travelling makes no attempt to slow to a Dralasite's pace.. casuing you to half jog to keep up with his steady walking.&nbsp; At least the monkey isn't talking.<br><br>The space port is busy - as always.&nbsp; It looks like a small crowd is gathered near one ofthe concourses.. there is a new attraction today.. a ship from the rim has landed and a pair of Humma's are garnering alot of attention from people who've never seen the rare species before.<br><br>The Yarzarian leads you down the corridors to the corporate offices of the CDC.&nbsp; Inside, he nods at the receptionist and then leads you into a waiting room.."Wait here." he says tursely, then backs out.<br><br>Several minutes later, a human comes in.. female with long flowing red hair.."Ah.. Rath.&nbsp; I'm sorry for the wait.. for some reason the lines of communication got crossed..and i wasn't notificed that you had arrived." she smiles..nodding towards a comfortable table with some viewscreens. "Please..sit.&nbsp; We have an offer for you"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 13:32:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Again..he shakes his head negative.. "No.. I won't be there.. and I assume you will meet the crew there.&nbsp; have you ever been to Minotaur?&nbsp; I went there 5 years ago for a vacatation.. beaches.. the surf.. the drinks." he smiles..reaching to take her hand.<br><br>"You should be leaving right away.. the trip from Zebulon to Theseus takes 35 days.. and that's without layovers or ships that departed early"&nbsp; he slips alittle closer..turning on the charm. "We do have time.. for a little..thank you before you go" his eyes looking down into your sweet innocent ones.<br><br><em>(grins wickedly..the dog is trying to take advantage of her before she leaves for a year long trip.. )</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 13:40:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rath doesn't like to hurry... hurrying meant that you did mistakes and making mistakes caused people to die. But what he thought didn’t seem to bother the Yarzarian as he hurried before him. Rath did get a bit irritated as the… thing… didn’t let him get any chance of looking around. He would very much like to take a look of that ship, but as things seemed to progress there wouldn’t be any time at all.<br>As the alien finally stops Rath stops at well and keeps his thoughts to himself. He waits patiently and once the human comes in he smiles back and asks some politely.<br><br>“You seems to know me… Who are you?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 15:24:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; She watches the two CDCs fly back towards the city. The lights from their aircar staying visible for a long time before distance and the curvature of the planet and landscape moves it beyond her sight. Once it's gone Annika starts calling people. One to care for her house and land, one to care for her aircar and do maintinance on her place and another to manage her funding. The last call was to her parents and siblings. She talked to them for several hours before signing off and fixes a late meal and heads to bed.<br><br>&nbsp;Rising before the sun rose, Annika moves around her house. Getting what she needs to take with her on the year long absence. Breakfast was a simple affair and she was finishing when the two who would be taking care of her place showed up. She shows them around, pointing things out and giving the details she has to. That takes several hours and the sun is still in the morning when they leave. <br><br>&nbsp;Annika puts on some sunscreen and contacts, her hat and gloves, and finishes planting the flowers from the day before. She&nbsp; spends hours doing that, the rest of the day was spent arranging transport to the city, contacting CDC for the flight to Minotuar and preparing her dinner. A slsow roasted steak, marinated in spices and sauces. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 16:40:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>(you weren't lead to any sortof ship.. you're just on a orbital spaceport..that's all.&nbsp; You were lead to some corporate offices)</em><br><br>She smiles.. "You can call me Dierdra.&nbsp; I'm one of the recruiting specialists for Cassidine Development.&nbsp; Your job status has come to our attention.&nbsp; You are right now between work, and we have some work.. very lucrative work.. of a differnet nature then just being a hired hand on any passing ships to temporarily replace ill pilots.&nbsp; The CDC is sending survey ships out of the Frontier, and we could use a pilot on one of them.&nbsp; The pay would be substantially more then just the occasional job, and you would still be an indepentant contractor, subcontracted to the CDC.&nbsp; You will not need to sign any employment caveats, and at the end of the mission you would be free to leave as you choose.&nbsp; No strings."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 16:44:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The CDC seems to be very accomodating.&nbsp; They offer to send an Aircar to pick you up to ferry you to the spaceport, and offer the use of the private corporate lounge while awaiting the flight.<br><br>The air car arrives, and a Dralasite and human are there to help load what you have into the back.&nbsp; Being a year long flight, people are allowed some allowance, but with space a premium, this works out to little more then one cubic meter of personal items per person.&nbsp; Still..with computers, it's easy to bring enough books, music and personal photos to last a lifetime.<br><br>On the flight, the human driving, the Dralasite trying to talk up some banter.<br><br>"So.. you heading out.. big explorer?&nbsp; You readies?&nbsp; Have guns.. just like in the vids?" he then mocks making action poses like a tri-v thriller until the human swats him. "Grow up Toon." he then looks over the back of the seats at you. "Sorry about him.. I think he wishes he could be going.. that this is going to be like one of those action vids."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 16:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(<em>OOC: Ah, I got the impression that he did saw the new ship, well never mind.</em><br><br>That got his attention. To be allowed to have his own ship again, even if it only was for a short while...<br><br>"You got my attention. I really only have two questions, can I have the ship when we are done? And when do we leave?" Asking for the ship was more or less a joke on his part, but something he always asked when he got a new job, who knew... someday someone might say yes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 21:39:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dierdra just looks at you for a moment.. trying to understand..and then burst out laughing. "No.. you can't have the ship when you're done." she says at last.. "Who knows..maybe with the pay and a very good record..the CDC would consider sponsoring you.. you know.. buying a ship and having you work for them to pay it off.&nbsp; As for departing.. the crew is assembling around Theseus.. the departure date is in about a month.&nbsp; That gives you some time to get there..and if you choose..spend some of your advance relaxing at the resorts on Minotaur."<br><br>She sits back..smiling..your joke putting her more at ease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 03:09:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And she is thankful. She smiles at him taking his hand and squeezing. "Tell me how to&nbsp; thank you properly. I've grown up around&nbsp; schools and teachers and all that and not actually ever been away from it" she blushes and shrugs, 'show me how to be properly grateful. and to show you. because I am."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 04:39:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Annika was ready by the time the CDC personnel came to pick her up. She had two bags of midsize. They held her clothing, several sets and boots/shoes, her personel com puter with several portable hard drives and memories that held many different books, several thousand music files, and a few pictures of her and her family and the land she owns. Her computer also held a copy of her contract and as much data she could find on the Frontier and the area of space that she'd been told they would be going.&nbsp; She didn't know what specific route or system they'd be going to, but this would give her something to read on what was known before.&nbsp; Also she had the latest information on scouting systems, exploration and ship systems. Lastly, in her bags were several bottles of the sunscreen she uses and several pairs of contact lenses and cleaning solution, and some personal hygenie things.<br><br>&nbsp;She was dressed in a sturdy shirt and vest, with pants and boots. A broad brimmed hat and sunglasses completed her outfit. "Be careful with that. Some of the things in there are fragile." She ssays as it's loaded on the aircar.<br><br>&nbsp;The Dralasite's antics make Annika smile. "No. it's not going to be like a tri-D vid. There will be very long stretches of nothing with brief periods of intense action that will make me wish I was in a boring part again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 12:16:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rath smiled in reply.<br><br>"Well it never hurt to ask... I would be interested in such sponsoring agreement with CDC, why don't we talk a bit about that when we get back?" He liked this woman.<br>"What is our mission? Exploration? Mining? Rescuing? Am I to take me to Theseus by myself or do CDC pay for the transport?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 12:23:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles. <br><br>"Well..if you accept this mission.. you'd be a sub-contractor of the CDC.&nbsp; They'd make any arrangements you need to get you to Minotaur - travel.. accomodations.&nbsp; They may even put you up at one of the resorts if you arrive early enough."<br><br>She activates the computer on the table. "The mission is a survey mission outside the Frontier.&nbsp; The UPF has recently opened up the contract to some new exploration, and CDC, in association with the PGC and Streel have been awarded the contract.<br><br>The picture changes to a ship.. it's wedge shaped with a curcular behind.. the broad wings widening to hold engines. "The main ship is actually a gesault.. consisting of a survey ship"<br><br>An additional module appears..attached to the rear circular section..it's also cylidrical.. with 4 landing legs. "A landing module which is left behind..."<br><br>And then the scale reduces, and you see a large delicate cylindrical frieghtor, designed for the small ship to mount the tip. "And a freighter module for carrying spare landers and supplies.&nbsp; &nbsp;Everything is self contained and regular freighter runs will keep you in supply for the year long mission."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 12:27:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The aircar ride is otherwise uneventful.&nbsp; The vehicle lands in the CDC-owned portion of the spaceport, and your bags are transfered to a personal cargo cart.&nbsp; There is a slight wait in the lounge while paperwork is processed and all your baggage checked - the entire time you are not in 'public' space but in the part of the concourse owned and run by the CDC.&nbsp; Their blue is everywhere, and everyone looks like 'business drones' - either those here on CDC business or those with associaites.&nbsp; Not quite the hustle and bustle of the public spaceport.<br><br>There are all the usual lounge amenities - a small snack bar, Offices, and an 'outfitters' type store.&nbsp; There is also an exit back to the regular concourse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 12:32:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar grins, and if Zyn was alittle more worldly..she may realize that she just gave the lamb to the wolf.&nbsp; "Don't worry..I can show you."<br><br>Your new belongings are all packed into some new backpacks, and then everything is checked through the baggage.&nbsp; Heading to the CDC portion of the concourse, your IDents easily let you into the corporate grounds.&nbsp; Edgar stands with you as you check your bags and then register for the next shuttle.&nbsp; But there is abit of a wait.. the next ship leaving the system doesn't depart for a couple hours.<br><br>Edgar takes you to the concourse bar, insisting that you join him in a farewell drink.. ordering something very sweet and highly alcoholic.. chatting lightly..the entire time his eyes looking hungry for you.<br><br>Then..afterwards he takes you to the tubes used for overnight stays.. -'coffin hotels' as they are called.&nbsp; Winking at you, he uses your ID to charge the room, and then becons you to crawl into the confined space with him. (they are the size of a double bed inside.. tall enough to sit up..but not stand.&nbsp; The walls have sound.. tv.. worldnet.. as well as some small drawers for putting personal things.<br><br>"Let me show you how you can thank me..." he says sultry..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 14:22:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright... I accept. It has been to long since I saw space and this opportunity I can't turn down. Sooo... when do I leave?" Rath's excitement was impossible to hide, he was going out in space... and he was going to be piloting a real spaceship! To him the ship was a beauty and something he would care for with all his soul. Even if it only was one he was allowed to borrow it was far better then he had at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 14:53:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman smiles, calling up the requisite contracts and liability forms.j<br><br>"The first step is to gather on Minotaur - in the Theseus system.&nbsp; The ship is leaving in alittle over a months' time, although you'll need some of that to make your way there.&nbsp; The CDC will pay for all your travel and accomodations on the way.. you just need to tell me when you wish to go and I'll make the bookings." she smiles.."Can I have your Ident card please?&nbsp; I'll transfer the advance to your card.. you'll have 20,000 credits which you can use to outfit yourself."<br><br>She sits back..her eyes looking over the excited Dralasite.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 15:24:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The outfitter's store is what get's the albino woman's attention. She uses her free time at the port to look thru it. Buying a few things that she didn't have at home. Then if there is time, she looks thru the book selection. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 16:00:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The store.. which is heavily leaning towards products made by the CDC or their subsiduaries (obviously) is well stocked with every sortof material.&nbsp; Basically the ultimate 'hunters' paradise.. clothing.. survival equipment.. all in the lastest fashions.&nbsp; There is also a section that sells defenses and weaponry and their associated permits - in society it's legal to carry moderate sidearms, and for expiditions going to less settled places, the rules even permit larger weapons.. which are all on display for sale.<br><br>The book section (well the electronic library which you can download) carrys books on every concievable topic - focusing on survival, the sights of the various worlds, etc.<br><br><em>(You could indicate a relative list of things you get.. or have brought along.&nbsp; Although you don't need to decide right now.. I think eventually I'll be having the characters all elabourate on this so we have a list of what's accessible and what's not)</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 17:08:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is so exciting. everything is so new and confusing. But she is treated like royalty. or the equivilent. the CDC ident&nbsp; is like a key into wonderland. Her gaze is more often than not exciterly curious.<br><br>&nbsp;the drinks taste great and she enjoys them much too fast as they do not taste like alcohol. Unknown to her they&nbsp; are making her a little less concerned with proprieties. A litttle more curious about their surrounding. and on my god the coffin hotel. Never had she been allowed to&nbsp; see the inside of one before. They are cute and when you add the second person cozy.<br><br><br>She sist there and smiles at Edgar, "so&nbsp; you said you would show me how to be properly grateful. she smiles, "You do not know how much I am thank ful" her expression a little&nbsp; more open than usual.. the alcohol probly. She feels warm all of a sudden. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 17:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar slips in with you..hitting the button to close the door.&nbsp; The lights switch to a softer tone, and reaching he turns on some quiet music.<br><br>Edgar rolls to face you..reaching up to stroke your face softly.&nbsp; "Don't worry Zyn.. I'll teach you everything." he smiles.. "You just lie back..and allow me"<br><br>He rolls Zyntha to her back...his caressing moving from her face down to her chest as he leans close..kissing her cheeks..then her lips..his hands getting more aggressive..exploring her body.&nbsp; He starts to breath deeply and moan as he takes advantage of the poor woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 02:56:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is not stupid. She knew this would happen when she agreed to&nbsp; the thank you thing. but she is not sure what to do an dthat makes her uncomfortable. She rolls to her back and smiles up at him. Her gaze is excited and nervous and she licks her lips to keep them from drying out. her breath comes in soft gasps. but the excitment is worth it all.<br><br><br>The feel of his touch through the fabric of her blouse is&nbsp; arousing. not that she would admit it. Her chest rises and falls with the increased need for oxygen. but it is something she does not want to stop and so she lays there. Her hand reaches up and splays over his shirt front feeling his heart beat.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 04:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She finds several books to download and adds a few games to the list. Then she moves to the weapons display. There she looks thru the various devices of death and mayhem. A few are selected and tried out for heft and feel before she chooses a medium pistol with low recoil, but effective stopping power. Several boxes of ammunition and a cleaning kit are added, as well as a knife.<br><br>&nbsp;Once she was done with her purchases, she heads back to the lounge to relax until her flight arrives.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 08:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rath had to lean back... 20.000 credits! He hadn't seen that much money in a to long time. It took a few seconds before he even realized that she asked for his Ident card and quickly took it out and gave it to her.<br><br>"Sounds like you have bought yourself a pilot." He said still abit chocked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 14:15:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar seems to sense her willingness.. he's good at reading people.&nbsp; He leans up, kissing her neck softly.."Don't worry..I'll do what I need to do.." a hand reaches up to caress her cheek.. "You don't need to worry about disappointing me." <br><br>Then as his hand slips back down..it goes via the collar of her outfit, reaching to start unbuttoning her top.&nbsp; The music swells as Zyntha's blouse is opened..then her pants opened as well..pushed off..with alot of wigglign in the slightly confined space.<br><br>"I bet you're going to make the crew very happy" he purrs softly..kissing her neck.. her ear.. hands roaming to push aside her undergarments.. her legs spred as he drops his pants to his knees..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 14:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at the blob and swipes his card.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Rath takes it back..fingering the 'balance' touchpad, it lights up 20,008.34 Cr.... she wasn't joking.<br><br>"When you are ready to make travel arrangements.. contact our office" she smiles sweetly.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course now.. 20,000 richer.. destinations could be the outfitters.. or even the steam baths.. a nice heady steambath.. <br><br><em>(it's the equivellent to how dralasites get intoxicated.. putting various substances in steam..since their entire body acts as a breathing membrane)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 14:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If it's something this outfitters has.. it's equipment.&nbsp; The knife is one of the 'survival' knives.. with a blade guarenteed to stay sharp even when cutting through tin or wood, with a compass in the hilt.&nbsp; There is a large variety of weaponry.. most of the major lines are carried.&nbsp; A small shooting range off the side is usable for trying out the weapons.&nbsp; <br><br>The salesman tries to sell you on some tangler grenades as well.. "Useful for catching prey without harming them" he claims.. or selling you an expensive bodycomp system. <br><br><em>(Basically integrated body-computer..with different modules.. including some that can help with shooting.. or attach to autoinjectors..etc.. details are in the Zebulon's Guide book)</em><br><br>With your purchases in tow, or in their boxes as the case may be... Annika is now free to choose her next course of action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 15:27:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<em>((I have that book and will look thru it when I get home tonight))</em><br><br>&nbsp;She secures her purchases in a locker and for the next few hours wanders around the spaceport. Looking into stores and places, but always ready to head right back to the CDC part of the concourse i n case the crowds got to be too much for her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 15:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is all rather overwhelming.<br>It is surreal.<br>It is arousing.<br>It is totally nuts.<br>She never thought she would ever do this. ever. and yet here she is with a virtual stranger and it is exciting. she lets him direct her movements.&nbsp; She wiggles and giggles as her clothing is removed. she even helps and that is the strangest emotion yet. embarassment and eagerness. Does he like what he sees? looking down at him as his pants drop and she grins, Of course he does.<br>She opens herself to him. for him. and she wants this. silly, she suspects. but she does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 19:13:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The concourse is crowded - hundreds of beings from tens of worlds.&nbsp; And with Zebulon being the gateway to the Rim, not all of the aliens are any of the 'common' ones.&nbsp; Osakar's tower above the beings, walking with their long delicate legs.&nbsp; A small horde of Ifshnits are busy arguing with a vendor... everyone having places to be and in a rush to get there.<br><br>Back in the CDC quarter.. it's alot more sedate.&nbsp; Pausing at one point to check your accounts, there is a message from the CDC - your passage information.&nbsp; The flight leaves the spaceport in 14 hours.<br><br>The choice to either say ground-side until the flight.. or Annika could head up to the station.. from the looks of it a private CDC owned station.. which would have similar concourse facilities.. to await the departure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 19:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In many ways, this is surreal and crazy for Edgar too.&nbsp; And if anything..it only reinforces his whole 'casanova' complex he has going.<br><br>He is very attentive..kissing..touching..caressing.&nbsp; His hands cup Zyntha's body as it's bared to him..and his groaning shows his appreciation.&nbsp; But this is a coffin motel room..and this isn't a romantic interlude..but a passionate tryst on the side.<br><br>Zyntha's legs are parted, and Edgar pushes into her.&nbsp; (now would be the time he discovers if she is virginal or not)&nbsp; Hands clutch, and it's lucky the units are sound-proofed as he starts to moan loudy.. thrusting hard and deep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 22:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finds out she was. Not that it matters. she has been wanting to do away with it but how has always been the problem. After all she&nbsp; works at the university library that her parents teach at and she still lives at home. This is an ideal way.<br><br>She moans softly&nbsp; as he touches her. liking the feel of his hands on her&nbsp; skin. it is not until he thrusts into her that she&nbsp; comes to her senses. It hurts. he is way too big and she wants to call a halt.<br><br>Shoving at his shoulders. trying to wiggle out from beneath him she struggles to push him from within her. Not that he listens. his thrusting and grunting continue. he seems to enjoy the struggle. <br><br>Some where in all that so does she.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 00:55:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar doesn't stop.. not one bit.&nbsp; "mmm.. ooh..don't worry Zyntha.. it will only hurt a moment" he tries to hush her..and then..when she keeps protesting, his hand moves up to cover her mouth.. groaning as he thrusts harder..deeper into her.<br><br>The line between rape and consent is a blurry one..and by the time Zyntha is starting to enjoy it.. Edgar is getting himself close to arrousal.&nbsp; His moaning is louder and louder.. his body thrusting hard and deep..taking Zyntha
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 02:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reaches up to pull his hand away. she wraps her legs about him. she lifts to meet his thrusts and she moans slightly. Unable to dislodge him she finds fighting him to be very pleasurable. When she could relax and enjoy her body is so tense. so needy. so into the pain and pleasure that she&nbsp; could not stop if she wanted to. It is also a bit perverted to be enjoying&nbsp; this. clothes half on half off. rutting like animals. oh god she wants more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 04:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The CDC concourse was a breath of much needed relief from the crowds. When she read the passage information, the tall albino woman immediately secures a CDC shuttle to the surface for a departure right after the sun sets locally. She wanted to spend some time looking at a last sunset on Morrigan's World.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 19:17:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>(grins.. I'm glad you're capturing the idea I'm trying to convey.. basically there is no love..this is lust.. he's using her..plain and simple.. and if she resists..he forces her.)</em><br><br>Edgar has completely turned himself over to carnal passion.&nbsp; His member drives hard and deep into Zyntha's virginal body.. his hands clutching..pressing her down..pulling at her..groping..fondling..grabbing.. <br><br>He kisses her again.. aggressive kisses..biting her lip slightly until it bleeds slightly.&nbsp; He rides you hard..then groaning loudly that you'd swear would heard all around the spaceport he starts to cum deep inside you
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 19:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The travel arrangements are easy to make, and your belongings are marked and taken to be put onto the outbound ship.&nbsp; <br><br>Annika has plenty of time to relax.. her last day on Morrigan's World for at least a year.. taking in a nice dinner, then a skimmer to the outskirts of town to enjoy the sunset.<br><br>Back at the spaceport, customs are simple, and a short shuttle (which only has you and two other dralasites - both CDC employees) up to the CDC port.&nbsp; Customs is largely a rubber-stamp affair - anyone on the station is supposted to be there.&nbsp; Annika's lack of CDC corporate clothing draws more attention then her albino status.. and she has perhaps an hour to kill before boarding can start on the outbound ship.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 15:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She enjoys the last sunset, watching until the sky is fully dark before getting back into ther aircar and heading to the spaceport. The trip up was perfect, she didn't expect CDC to be letting&nbsp; green pilots flying the shuttles in this CDC port. At the high port, she ignores the looks she gets. dismissing them out of long habit and skill.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;With a hour to kill, Annika checks her baggage then spends the remaining time looking out of a large window at the vast spectacle of Morrigan's World rotating below. The line of night creeping slowly across the world. When it's time to board, she does without a second look back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 15:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will, I will." He was over-whelmed and left the office still not really understanding what just happened. He was rich! Quickly he hailed a cab and zoomed of first going for a spending trip and after that... well, he needed equipment too.<br><br>Once finally ready with all preparation he passed on by his place and took everything he needed and then he called back to the office stating that they could pick him up.<br><br><em>(Nice :), well I guess he will enjoy himself then...)</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 20:10:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even from space it's easy for Annika to pick out the area where her Mesa is (of course the land itself is too small to see from orbit without magnification)<br><br>The ship which will take her the first leg is just a small courier transport.. Annika has a small stateroom just off of the galley.&nbsp; The trip is uneventful, giving Annika plenty of time to read.. relax.. 'centre herself'<br><br>The rest of the trip is equally uneventful.. only during one leg is it a non-CDC ship.. that particular leg being on a commercial starliner.<br><br>Then..after several weeks of travel, and about a week early, Annika arrives in Theseus system, orbitting Minotaur.<br><br><em>(sorry for not having specifics.. I can't look up the reference material while at work.&nbsp; Plus I'm just trying to pull all the characters together :)&nbsp; and give you a couple days on the resort world incase any PC's wish to do shannigans.)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 20:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(in time I'll be calling for elabourations on your shopping spree..but for the time being..I'm trying to get the PC's together :D )<br><br>Rath has a great time of it.&nbsp; As well.. his buddies he's picked up at the spaceport equally enjoy the night of celebration.&nbsp; Then..with a cart with his new purchases and stuff he's bringing along, Rath heads towards the CDC offices, presenting himself.<br><br>There is a 6 hour wait before they are finally able to find passage for him on a privately owned freighter.. taking the first leg of the jouney.&nbsp; It's quite pleasurable.. being privately owned, Rath gets to know the spacers, sharing stories in their off-time, and is let up on the bridge for part of the flight.<br><br>The next two legs of the journey are more 'passenger' based..where he's expected to stay in his stateroom and not be allowed to roam the ship.<br><br>Then..finally after several weeks of travel, his ship docks with the space-station orbiting Minotaur.. the disembarkation point for the expedition.. which isn't scheduled to leave for another several days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 02:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's there that something just out of her reach. her body is driving towards it.&nbsp; the thrusts and grouping inches her closer. she squirms and writhes beneath him. Oh yes almost there and then&gt;<br><br>He cums and she is still almost there. she lays quietly beneath him and . waits. maybe.&nbsp; she licks the blood onto her tongue and&nbsp; yet it is not enough. maybe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 04:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Annika spends her time on&nbsp; the trip familerizing herself with the massive amount of information that she'd brought. Reading up on Minotuar, the CDC , and the reports/rumors/legabnds of the area of space that they might be going in. <br><br><br><br>&nbsp; <em>( not a problem.&nbsp; &nbsp;;) )</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 13:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar finishes.. grunting softly..then laying against her..his heart pounding.&nbsp; He then gives her an awkward kiss.. "mm..that was great" and then pulling out..he starts to wiggle his clothing on..before tapping the door release with his foot.&nbsp; He doesn't give her time to dress.. doesn't give her really any respect.. if anything cheapening the entire event.&nbsp; <br><br>He slides backwards and leaves her in the 'hotel' room.. the door closing so Zyntha is alone with her thoughts.. her body used.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 13:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong> Minotaur (Theseus) </strong>is the headquarters for Starplay Enterprises (StarEnt also maintains offices on all rest and relaxation space stations). Their base of operations is the planet's capital city, Maze, the largest vacation spot on the Frontier. Ninland (named after its founded, Siot Nin) is an amusement park beyond belief.<br><br><hr><br><strong>CASSADINE DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION</strong><br><br>&nbsp;CDC has also grown over the last few decades, but no to the same extend as the Streel Corporation. CDC has offices on all major worlds and is starting to expand into the Rim. CDC specializes in insurance companies and in operations of a risky nature, such as planetary and deep space mining operations, archaeological digs, and off-Frontier exploration ventures.<br><br>&nbsp;Headquarters: New Hope, Triad, Cassidine<br>Chief Executive: Members of the Board of Directors share equal power; most noted Director is Xoprothun (Dralasite)<br>Subsidiaries: CDC is fronted so well that subsidiaries are relatively unknown<br>Allies: CDC has had an allience, at one time or another, with alomst every mega-corp except PGC and Streel<br>Enemies: None<br>Occasional Opposition: PGC, Galatic Task Force Inc., Streel Corporation, Capellan Free Merchants, MercCo <br><br><hr><br><strong>RUMOURS</strong><br><br>During the Second Sathar War, over 10 years ago, Sathar strike forces came from core-ward to mount surprising flanking attacks on worlds left drained by resourcing the major battlegroups.&nbsp; No permenent bases of operations were ever discovered by scouts, and since that time both Sathar and piracy levels have been low, but there still exists the chance of Sathar base of operations in the area.<br><br>There is also always the danger of discovering a new, advanced, sentient race.&nbsp; Historically, while most races are benign, cultural differences and the 'unknown' can play factors to any first contact ending tragically.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 15:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The last few days of the trip to Minotuar, Annika spends relaxing and just lazing around. She spends time doing exercizes and swimming in the pool the ship had for passengers.&nbsp; She'd chosen a dark colored swimsuit, almost a deep space black, because she liked the color contrast against her white skin. She swam in the pool for several hours, stretching her muscles out and getting them toned. Coming out of the pool, she slicks her wet hair back and smiles faintly as several men keep looking at her. The black swimsuit clinging to her body like a second skin, outlining what it covers. She might not like crowds or people that much, but she still liked showing off and knew that her body would be concidered very pretty if she had normal looking skin, hair and eyes. Grabbing a towel, Annika sat on a lounge chair and starts drying herself. Taking her time with her hair and legs. In a way, she was teasing any watchers by drying her legs for a longer time than neccessary. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 22:11:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is not until the door closes behind him that she actually&nbsp; realizes that he is done. just like that. done. she sighs and turns over on to her side and then it is realized how sore she is. She is also disappointed. tears fill her eyes and she wipes them angrily away. Not the first time she has been disappointed. and probly not the last.<br><br>she sits up and begins to dress. Well Things to do and&nbsp; little time.&nbsp; she stops as she licks the blood residual from the inside of her lip. She smiles, "ok so it was good in places." then with a smile begins to get ready for the trip to adventure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 01:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's very easy for Annika to get attention.. both from the guys who lust for her.. and for the women jealous of her attention.&nbsp; <br><br>Only the starliner had a pool, it also had other 'public' ammenities.. a small bar/lounge.. observation rooms.. and the like.&nbsp; And.. naturally.. several men do approach her.. particularly a large rugged built man.<br><br>An older man, although one in prime shape, he has a light in his eyes that seldom others do.&nbsp; He's older then the 'average' crowd, but also approaches Annika only after seeing her reading a book on philosphy.&nbsp; Himself he's been seen in the lounge often times reading (his topics tend to be either ecological or political in nature - university level stuff... not commoner) or in the gym either working out or running laps on the small track.<br>?<br>"Hello.. I'm Terrence.. and I would like to buy you dinner." pretty moot considering all the dinners are paid for.. ?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 01:24:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The flight from Zebulon to Theseus is long.. rather boring and uneventful.&nbsp; Shunted ship to ship, the entire journey takes place either on CDC courier ships, or on independent vessels.. either which expect Zyntha to just stay in her quarters and not be underfoot.<br><br>She has 20 days of time to herself.. to reflect on her life-changing decision.. the one to become an explorer..leave the santity of the universities and see the stars.<br><br>And her first introduction comes as her ship docks at Theseus.. because the final leg was in a private vessel.. she docks with the public starport (of course given directions to contact the CDC..but she is a couple days early).. the starport a starburst of colour, activity and life.&nbsp; Tourists.. tanned or burned..coming up from the resorts.. tourists arriving..waiting for their shuttle down.&nbsp; various beings try to lure tourists into resorts.. excursions.. everything they could want.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 02:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anyone with a eyes and some without can tell she is a tourista. Her gaze at everything is wide eyed and interested. She is so curious. being two days earlier than expected, she&nbsp; stands in line to get a shuttle. her gear is stowed anyway and so why not?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 04:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She looks up from her book when the older man approaches, raising a colorless eyebrow. Seting her book down in her lap, she listens to him, a faint smile on her face. "You are more polite than some of the other men that have approached me. " Annika stands gracefully, holding her hand out. "I am Annika. I'll be glad to have dinner with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 12:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unlike other planets..there /is/ a line to get the shuttle.. and without going through the CDC she needs to go to pocket herself to get it.&nbsp; Twice in line she's pestered. "Free shuttle if you'll come and stay the week at the Merideth Lodge" and "Free shuttle if you'll come on a safari expedition.." of course the shuttle only costs 40 credits...<br><br>The flight down to Maze (capitol city) is uneventful, and the ground-port is even twice the zoo the spaceport was.&nbsp; The air is warm.. dry.. and has a faintly fruity smell to it.. it's easy to close one's eyes.. and just relax..if it wasn't or the noise, the jostling and people running hither and thro.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 12:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles. "Excellent.&nbsp; I know the most perfect spot.. on Minotaur, of course.&nbsp; I can't buy you dinner here..and I'm suspecting a pretty woman such as yourself is going to Minotaur to get away.. have some relaxation time.&nbsp; I will not infringe too much on that." <br><br>He sits down beside you. "Is this your first time coming to Minotaur?&nbsp; You do have an exotic look to you.. a confidence.. you certainly look well travelled."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 19:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She laughs , smiling wider. "You are correct I have never been to Minotuar. I'm looking forward to seeing some of it. However I do have business there so it's not entirely a pleasure visit. You flatter me, sir. I am exotic because of my albinoism. If I lhad normal looking skin, I would be much less noticable, other than what a women with my body would garner." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 19:26:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She&nbsp; gets about a hundred yards into the coplex and does that. just stops. She stands there eyes closed and just inhales. she spends a very long time just standing tyere breathing. Ok so maybe it is reaction from being imprisoned in shuttles for over a month. but she loves this&nbsp; freedom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 01:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terrence smiles.&nbsp; "Now.. your condition is only one facet.. Even if you were normal skinned, you would still have an interest in the arts and human condition.. you would still be delightful company and you still would be going to the resort planet on your mysterious business." <br><br>He smiles.. relaxing.. giving you a look over. "I'm curious to what would bring one like you on business to the place many go to for pleasure?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 01:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>(shuttles are only surface to orbit..she spent weeks on ships :) not shuttles.. but it's s'kay)</em><br><br>When she opens her eyes, a young girl is standing there.&nbsp; Dressed in a flowing brownish skirt and bellowing top, she smiles sweetly. "Excuse me, Miss.. did you just get here?"&nbsp; She looks up with brimming innocent eyes.<br><br>"If you'd stay at St Martin's Resort..they give me a bonus.. I can help feed my little brother." she gives another wide eyed blink.. tugging at your heartstrings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 01:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>you are right I meant ships not shuttles.</em><br><br>Looking down at the girl she smiles, "well I am only here for one day and one night. So I have no preferences and if it will help your business I'd love to stay at Saint Martins. Is it near shopping? I have clothes and stuff to buy. How do I get there?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 03:32:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She laughs. "That is my business. I will have some free time to enjoy myself, so I intend to do so. What sights do you suggest for a newcocmer to Minotuar?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trip started good enough and he tried to keep himself occupied. It wasn't difficult. But that was only during the first part of his travel. Things took a step down as he changed into the "passenger" flight... at first it wasn't to bad, but then bordom hit him... he didn't want to stay in his room, he wanted to do something and by the end of the flight, not only was he sick of the whole ship, but those who ran it was sick of him too. He had never been so happy to see a space-station in his life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 14:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Spaceport around Minotaur is an entirely different world.&nbsp; A cacophany of sound and colour <em>(well..if you could SEE colour! Dralasites only see Black and White I believe) </em> meet your eyes.&nbsp; The resort station lives up to it's expectations.. it's busy.. loud.. garish.<br><br>Hustlers are trynig to entice people into signing onto their resorts.. their expeditions.. There is a deal to be made at every step.&nbsp; Everyone else seems to be a tourist from all corners of the Frontier.&nbsp; There is even a Humma, who has been cornered and people are taking movies of..thinking that the tourist is another attraction.. not just a fellow tourist.<br><br>Around the main concourse there are offices for all the major corporations, as well as booking agencies, travel agencies, and ticket offices where one can schedule shuttles planetside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 14:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl reaches to take your hand.. her skin surprisingly smooth.<br><br>"Oh..surely you can stay a week..not just a day" she blink blinks up at you..slowly guiding you towards one of the tourist offices.&nbsp; You notice others in the crowd, seemingly watching.. their reactions almost jealous.<em> (rolled on your Psychoanalyze).&nbsp; </em> Apparently you are one of the prime targets, and there are those jealous that whoever this girl is.. has caught you first.<br><br>You're lead into a tourist office, where a very official looking Vrusk looks at the girl, and then at you. "Greetings, Are you looking for a reservation at Saint Martins?.." on the wall a panel lights up, displaying a grand Saint Martins logo..then flashes through a picture montage of poolside patios.. gleaming glass buildings surrounded by exotic tropical plants.. plus glamourous rooms.. a large manificant dining facility.<br><br>"Beautiful.. isn't it?" <em>(Strange for a Vrusk to say something like that)</em> "So..how many weeks will you eb staying for, Miss..?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 14:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terrence nods and smiles.. a warm understanding one.&nbsp; "Ah.. honestly I do not know myself.&nbsp; This will be my first visit.&nbsp; I'm just finishing off some holiday time before going out on one of those extended contracts.&nbsp; It's one of the best ways I know to make money and not be tied down to a day job." <br><br>Beyond that, he's just as mysterious about his job.&nbsp; The topic does lead to Terrence bringing up a computer panel, and both of you doing some research on the various resorts on Minotaur.&nbsp; Since he has some time to himself.. he offers to stay at the same hotel.. ".. So we could continue our delightful conversations.." he claims warmly.<br><br>Most of the resorts cater to the tourist.. although there are a number for those who truely wish to get away.&nbsp; There are even packages where one can rent.. by the week.. a secluded private cabin on a private island.. tropical trees.. the ocean.. sand.. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 17:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She thought Terrance was a pleasant man, but didn't trust him fully. Her old suspicions rising up and the new ones about people that seems to be too interested in her job. Still, she enjoys her time with him as they browse the planet's many resorts. When he seems to be settling on the rented cabin and beach, she frowns. "I&nbsp; like the secluded place. No crowds, but I don't do well in the sun. Especially a tropical sun."<br><br>&nbsp;Which might seem odd until one knew that Annika spent most of her time at her home in the caves under her house or in her house. She spent some time in the sun, but never more than she felt comfortable with. Other than the sun though, the secluded cabin looked tempting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 22:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terrence hmms, and goes back to browsing.&nbsp; Of course when an entire world.. one which is carefully population controlled to maintain it as a resort planet, it's easy to find nearly anything perfect.<br><br>"What about this.. it's alittle pricy..but if we split it.&nbsp; It's a secluded cabin.. there are only two others on the island.&nbsp; Lots of class Ar5 foilage.. that means it's a very high canopy.. it would give alot of the walking paths lots of shade.. and they have lagoons and coves.&nbsp; He smiles.."I could only stay the short-side of a week.&nbsp; Oh.." he smiles...refering back to the comment.."By the way..I'm an Planetary Ecologist.. I used to teach at the University of Zebulon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 03:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She starts to reply&nbsp; to the girl but then&nbsp; that is not important. she is uncertain what is going on but then she is clueless alot of the time. But when the man asks about weeks she shakes her head, "just one night I am employed by CDC and must meet their ship&nbsp; at the station tomorrow. Unless I have my days wrong and I should be there today. Hmm&nbsp; maybe I shold check in with the CDC. Do you know where their offices are?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 03:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Vrusk feels like her sale is about to walk out the door.&nbsp; <br><br>"Surely you don't want to go stay at one of the corporate resorts.&nbsp; They are ALL ALIKE.. you arn't a carbon copy sentient.. why go for a carbon copy resort" the Vrusk reaches, trying to draw your attention back.<br><br>"You must be weary.. just decide how long you need to stay..and we can get all the paper-work finalized.. and within an hour you can be relaxing in your own private room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 06:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; She nods thoughtfully. "I'll check on a few things when we reach orbit, then I'll let you&nbsp; know for sure. What's the price for the cabin?" Annika leans towards the screen. L ooking for the price. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 14:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cabin is 3,000 Cr for the week.. which is pretty comperable to other similar small cottages.&nbsp; Sure some of the resorts run into the 10,000's... and of course soem of the tiny dives can go under 1,000.. but the 3,000.. especially for the seclusion is nice.&nbsp; Add on the cost of renting an aircar for the week.. 50 Cr a day or so.. and it's not too bad.<br><br>Although an alternative is always contact the CDC.. and instead of taking a vacation for the first week.. you could probably have them put you up in one of the corporate housing for the week.. not quite as glamourous tho.<br><br><em>(I'm thinking of speeding this up.. just metaposing the entire week..with whatever you do.. to bring all the players together for the more indepth briefing..meeting the crew members..etc)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 15:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;(<em>Ok. If she can afford it, she'll do it</em>)<br><br>&nbsp; She agrees with him on a cabin and proceeds to enjoy her week of relaxation on the planet. At the spaceport, she had contacted the CDC and made arrangements for what she was doing and when she got to her cabin, called to give them the number. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 15:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chews her lip. Never one to be able to&nbsp; say no to pushy sales people.&nbsp; think of all the things back home that she bought and&nbsp; never used. but she is not a good&nbsp; person to stand firm against pressure. "One night and can you tell me which way to the shopping?" she withdraws the CDC expense card to pay for it with. "also I'll need the CDC's communication's number"<br><br><em>I am sure there is no phone per se but there must be a way to contact them</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 15:34:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				First thing to do was to find somewhere to stay and then just to take the time to check the place up. He tried to avoid all salesmen and the tourist traps for now as there would be time to look at them later on.<br><br>Once a place had been found he searched after CDC's office just to report that he had arrived at the station and to check if there was something they wanted of or from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 20:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The week is very relaxing.&nbsp; The world-net connection keeps Annika in touch with the CDC, and after a day or so they start forwarding files regardnig the mission.&nbsp; Plus having the private coves to take a datapad to read.. or go for swims..or hiking under the canopy of the trees..with Terrence commenting on various foilage is quite nice.<br><br>And then.. after reviewing the notes.. something stands out.&nbsp; Terrence is on the ship's crew.<br><br><em>(the ship's roster will be uploaded tonight when I get home. :) I was hoping to lead to this.. having a semi-romantic get-away with someone who happened to be on the ship's crew :D&nbsp; Hope you like the idea.. or even if not romantic..intimate.. to become close)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 20:34:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>(They just forwarded the advance onto your ID card.. think of it as your combination id/credit/bank card.&nbsp; Also.. I'm trying to pull the team together quickly.. so we will be really breezing over the 5 days you have left.)</em><br><br>They insist that you book and pay..and while they are making arrangements, you're directed to a public terminal where it's easy enough to look up the CDC contact.&nbsp; After some talking, you're forwarded to an operations dispatch.<br><br>You are told that information is being updated in a couple days..and given a world-net access to the mission files for you to brief yourself.&nbsp; After leaving where you would be staying.. you are free to do as you please for about 5 days.<br><br>On the second day, the world-net file is updated with a plethora of information - ship's rosters, equipments, schedules, duties.. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 20:40:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>(just a note.. I'm going to be pulling the team together over the next couple days.. tonight after work I will be updating some mission details which will be accessible to everyone.&nbsp; I know your online schedule can sometimes be sporatic..I'll be making sure you're not left behind.. metaposing if need be..to keep the game on track.)</em><br><br>Luckily, coffin motels are a staple of any port - ground or space.&nbsp; And.. Credit for Credit.. they are the most economical way to stay.&nbsp; After signing in at the 10 credits a night 'room'... Rath at least has a 'base of operations'.<br><br>That.. and a nice fruity drink later, Rath finds the CDC offices - and it's easy to be shifted to a small briefing room where a visual world-net connection links him with Ruglii.. a Yarzarian operation's office.&nbsp; Ruglii indicates that the team is slowly assembling.. right now it's about 5 days away from the first kickoff of the mission team.&nbsp; Detailed briefing information will be posted within a day or so.. and Rath is given the world-net access to the mission details.. <br><br><em>(Major update to mission briefing coming tonight)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 03:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Annika enjoys her week with Terrance. She studies the information forwarded to her at the cabin. During the week, she took many walks with him, and swam in the clear warm tropical water. Teasing him wiht a variety of daring swimsuits, skimpy clothing that shows her white flesh to very good advantage. <br><br>&nbsp;The last night, she had worn her most daring swimsuit. A two piece that barely covered her breasts and sex. The fabric a thin layer of nearly transparent and skintight cloth. She had swum and the water made it, for all purposes dissappear and Terrance could see her pale pink nipples and the hair covering the folds of her sex and the outline of her sex itself.She had brushed up against him several times. Making it obvious that she liked him. <br><br>&nbsp; Dinner that night was in a tissue thin evening gown that covers everything, but conceals nothing. The gown molds itself to her body and by the end of the night, she was in his lap, kissing him. Letting his hands roam all over her body.&nbsp; The night ends and shs gives him a lingering kiss before retiring to her bed, alone. <br><br>&nbsp;There she spoends some time giving herself the release that the evening had stoked and afterwards, falls into a deep satisfying sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timiko</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 03:56:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spends&nbsp; time shopping and sight seeing and of course studying but not as much as she should have. It is exciting and fabulous and so interesting that she spends too much tim on the planet before heading up to the space station. and yet she does not hurry even then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 14:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terrence also opens up throughout the week.&nbsp; He's very conservative.. but amiable to Annika's advances.&nbsp; And by the last night.. he's completely wrapping his passions in the making out.. the final dinner.<br><br>Afterwards..laying in bed.. a talk that was long coming comes up.<br><br>"You're a mission specialist on the Miranda Keyes Expedition..&nbsp; I'm the Expedition Chief.." his hands lazily caressing her body through the gauzy slip.&nbsp; "We.. need to keep our.. private lives.. away from the scruitiny of the other crew.&nbsp; I don't want any concerns on ethical grounds.." he rolls sideways, kissing her softly... "No preferential treatment.. even if you are the first woman in years to make my heart pound like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Zyntha Holmes - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 14:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When you report for 'duty' the first meetings are on the planet, at the CDC offices.&nbsp; Some rooms have been set aside for the operations, and you start meeting the rest of your crew.<br><br>Not everyone is here yet.. however enough that introductions are made.. and you can start to know the other crewmates.<br><br><em>[Moving this thread to the new <strong>'CDC Briefing Rooms - Maze, Minotaur (Theseus)</strong>' thread..which will be open for other players.. as the group starts to collect]</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 16:25:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Happy by the reception he was given by his employers he took the oppertunity to take some more time of, just to enjoy himself and to pick up what could be needed for the mission.<br><br>((OOC: Have no idea what he has so far. I expect him to buy a survival kit and some weapon of sort))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rath - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 16:41:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>(Grins.. well..need to establish that.&nbsp; Mm..let's see..why don't you go for a Gyrojet pistol.. maybe 10 clips of reloads.. as well as some explorer webbing (it's durable stuff lots of pockets), some explorer boots (Designed for Dralasites.. so they would be sortof like stubby) and maybe anything else that catches your eye.&nbsp; Look through the equipment lists in those rule books.. or you can just go off of the ship equipment..it's well equiped)</em><br><br><em>(You can move over to the <strong>CDC Briefing Rooms - Maze, Minotaur (Theseus) </strong> thread.. go into the room and start interacting with the rest of the crew.. as well as catch up on the updated mission briefings.&nbsp; Just a couple more players.. and we'll be getting off the ground :D )</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 07:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She smiles. Fingers touching his cheek gently. "I know. I saw the mission crew list. I agree with you about our relationship. The ethical boundaries is a potential snagging point and the fact that there are&nbsp; few women going on this mission means that any crew that doesn't have a sexual partner will be especially edgy." <br><br>&nbsp;Annika rolls onto her side. Her gown growing taunt across parts of her body as her hips and breasts shift. As he touches her body, a light flush comes to her cheeks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 14:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terrence nods.. rolling along with her..his hand coming to lightly trace over her stomach.. then around the underside of her chest.<br><br>"There are a couple other women coming along, however you are correct." He smiles.."Not that I was implying you'd be my sexual partner.." he coyly teases.&nbsp; His hand reaches up to stroke through your hair softly.<br><br>"I never imagined I'd meet someone like you.&nbsp; Intelligent.. sweet... logical.&nbsp; Why did you sign up to come along?&nbsp; Surely I don't think it's the money.. there are other ways for a smart woman to get money."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 15:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Annika arches her back as his hand caresses her flat belly and comes up to the bottoms of her breasts. His touch setting a fire within her belly and visibly arousing her. The flush on her cheeks got darker.<br><br>&nbsp;"Thank you." She murmurs, letting her head rest on his shoulder as he strokes her hair. "I didn' sign up for money, but for a trade. I&nbsp; took most of what would have been my pay in other things. Among them land that the CDC owns around my mesa. That and full mineral and water rights and some stock options."<br><br>&nbsp;Her hand reciprocates, fingers walking across his chest and belly. The scarlet nails of her fingers flashing in the dim light. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 12:28:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is almost like a game they play.. they both know they can't go 'too far'.. however.. the gentle caresses lead to more touches.. arrousals are stoked again. and Terrence once again leans over to kiss you..deeply.. his hands again reaching to clutch and hold your body.. tracing your curves.. squeezing your 'squeezables'.<br><br>"mmm.. it's only one night.. but stay with me tonight.. in my arms.&nbsp; I promise.. no funny business." he smiles..after having calmed down..reaching to stroke your face and play idly with your hair.&nbsp; Tomorrow we need to both report to the station for our briefings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 15:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Annika purrs and squeeks pleasantly as they 'play' their game. Her fingers touching his member from outside of his pants. Tracing the outline. She nods when he speaks of staying in his arms for a night and snuggles in. The close in position presses her full breasts against his chest and she raises a leg to lay it along his body, subtlely rubbing her panty covered sex against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>03-06-2006, 12:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Their game never progresses much farther..but there is no denying the physical connection..the emotional one as words turn to gentle kisses and nibbles.&nbsp; Long after it's dark before finally succuming (sp..bah it's morning) to sleep, both bodies tightly entwined.<br><br>In the morning Terrence is there .. holding you tight..waking up with you.&nbsp; While you shower and dress he goes to make breakfest, however everything seems alittle hurried.&nbsp; Good reason too.. both of you are running just on time.. and being the Expedition Chief there was probably some expectation for him to be early.&nbsp; <br><br>Still..in the aircar to the airport..he reaches to hold your hand.&nbsp; On the shuttle going up..which is surprising.. or perhaps not so.. empty.. gives one perfect last opportunity alone.. as the clouds rush by..he leans in to kiss.. for a final fondle if Annika is willing.. <br><br>And then..he walks with you towards the CDC building.. aware that things will probably get alot difference once they need to be 'professional'<br><br><em>(You could do a final posting here.. and then move over to the 'briefing room' thread to join in.. k?)</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Annika Pheldon - backplot</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>03-06-2006, 15:18:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Annika uses the showerr in the morning to satisfy the burning urges that the night had built into a roaring fire inside of her body. If Terrence listens carefully, he could hear her cries of passion from the shower. Afterwards, she gives him a long passionate kiss before dressing, eating and heading to the spaceport. On the shuttle, she lets him touch her and he finds out a little surprize, she didn't wear any panties under her pants.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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