Personal Reports of Cordian Dermaine.

[Madgamer13]

Greets! As you may be able to see, this is my very first post on this forum and to the creative loony bin no less.

I've been going through this part of the forum for a little bit and found my creative juices building, it has been quite a while since I've properly written something with my unpolished skills and now I find myself enjoying my game of Terran Conflict enough to start from scratch, with a DiD!

How a DiD is done seems obvious enough, although do please present suggestions and information if you think my story can be improved. I'll keep this first post as a status update for any changes I make to my game, as well as odd incidents where I have to invoke one of the rules I will now present:

Rule 1: Dead is Dead, only exceptions are game glitch deaths and infamous jumpgate/station exit mushing. In most cases I will attempt to take creative liberty to ~narrowly~ avoid death, to allow these events to still have impact.

Rule 2: A single person, no matter how badass they are, cannot own an entire system, even if I have a complex bigger than the beautifully rendered planet it brutally exploits.

Rule 3: Seamless integration of script changes, additions, modding permitted on my game only in the case of others joining or contributing to my story, I am obliged to inform of the changes here in this first post.

Rule 4: Spoilers are guaranteed and should not be supressed, I only got this game recently and I have no idea what is related to a plot or not. Indeed, I will not know I am doing a plot untill someone likely shouts at me. ^^

Rule 5: Creative Liberty is permitted for conversation between characters, I dont know about you, but repeating the same thing in a story over and over is gonna pop my eyes out. Conversation between player owned characters is always done by the Account holder, I will not make anyone else's character to say something and I expect the same of others towards mine.

Rule 6: For ease of character tracking, Two (Only Two) player owned characters are permitted in this story, your primary character goes without question and a supporting character is allowed, this could be a wife of your main character, or a loyal-to-the-death sibling, the choice is yours.

Rule 7: Did I mention Dead is Dead? This applies to anything that can happen in my game, including your contributing characters, so be careful when contributing as if my Titan has more guns than your Discoverer, I will blast you so hard, your face will become your new SETA drive.

Rule 8: Subsisting consistancy is acceptable, death is common in the X-Universe, but you are really hard to hit in a space suit! Unless I am coming after you with my cargo-bay, of course.

Rule 9: If I said it happened, it happened, it also most likely hurt.

That is all the Rules, as you can see these also apply to others contributing to this Story, again for ease of tracking, I'll note on this first page who is contributing with what characters. I'll only permit two characters per account, but please do take into account that this is what is happening in my game with my own main character, all contribution should be centered towards what is currently happening. To ease Story Contribution, I will say what has happened first, you guys can then say what your character does. :]

To Clarify, my character's primary ship is going to be a Carrier class ship, yes, you can join in as a fighter pilot or part of the crew. If you wish to contribute on the Carrier, you must post a reply here with an in-character application of transfer for either, or both, of your characters. The Carrier will be privately owned, so expect lax entry requirements.

Remember, if you choose to have a second character, they will be a support character, which will always be linked to your main character, in the case of story contribution on the Carrier, they will be similar to an assistant to your main character, if you so choose to have them. The only exception is me, as my Support Character is also my Recon Ship Pilot.

To again ease tracking, I will include a set number of positions for Crew and Fighter Pilots to this first post, if they are filled up, I am sorry but I will not be able to get your characters on the carrier as either position, although you can still be a guest.

Hard information time!

Game: X3: Terran Conflict.
***Modified?*** : Yes.
Game Start: Humble Merchant.
Name: Cordian Dermaine
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race/Species: Argon.

***Modifications***
Improved Races, Hot war is ON!
MARS Fire Control.
NPC Bailing.
Marine Hull Repairs.
CODEA Weapon System.
Board Station.
Universal Best Buys/Sells Locator.
Bomber and Shuttle Docking.
Salvage Claim Software.
Various Minor Docking/Undocking Script fixes.


Now will be the available positions in the Carrier, they will be marked with unoccupied for available posts, occupied (Listing which account and which character) as well as Unavailable and Redshirt. Redshirt means I have an AI in there who will most likely die painfully in the voids of space, but the position is otherwise available.

Current Carrier: The Anthrallian. (Magnetar)

Crew Slots: 1
Captain (Madgamer13: Cordian Dermaine)
Ship Engineer (unoccupied)

Marine Slots: 5
Combat Specialist (Redshirt)
Combat Specialist (Redshirt)
Engineering Specialist (Redshirt)
Mechanical Specialist (Redshirt)
Hacking Specialist (Redshirt)

Fighter Bays: 4
Bay 1: Discoverer (Madgamer13: Melissa Gisler)
Bay 2: Empty (Unoccupied)
Bay 3: Empty (Unoccupied)
Bay 4: Empty (Unavailable, dedicated to salvage and guest arrival)

Lounge: 30 Full Luggage Passengers.
-Empty-


Recent Changes:

06/April/2010: First post!

[Madgamer13]

Introduction: Dawn of the Magnetar.

A deep yawn would overtake Cordian's attention as he would float aimlessly in Herron's Nebula, finding himself awfully bored with the antics of his unmanned Discoverer performing circles around his old, very well used Mercury. What was of minor interest was that it was spinning while performing the circles, while overloading his own ship's Navigation systems with requests to dock, which were loudly denied within his far too small cockpit with disturbing frequency. To take his mind from the previously alluring sound of his computer's constantly nagging voice, he would check his Gravidar Map, combining a set of Video Enhancement Goggles to check the markings of a station drifting motionlessly infront of him.

His onboard computer would complain more about the little discoverer wanting to "Dock" with her, which certainly helped him to calm some when he recognised the markings on the station he was tipped to look out for. He thought deeply to himself on what he was about to do, he knew of the reputation of this system and its lax security, dispite being one sector away from Argon Prime, surely this tip was legit.

Caution would overtake him was he pushed a button on his dashboard, his autopilot ringing a confident 'Docking Granted!' Surely the discoverer trying to get into his ship's engine would ~love~ that. A brief SETA later and he would find himself externally docked, observing the curious drums of an unknown substance being transported between parts of the facility.

"My Friend! Am I glad to see you, we need a delivery!" 'Okay', Cordian thought to himself as his comm system was forced open, the very same curious drums being transported down the structure of the station towards his ship. "It's be paying the big creds!" Cordian sighed, he did not like this person's tone, but who was he to judge? He prodded his Cargo Bay Door button with his usual enthusiasm, the lids on the huge cargo holds of his ship popping open to allow the drums labeled 'Fewl' inside. It appeared that the money would be good enough, as the amount quoted would certainly go to straightening a few dents in his transporter.

With a soft thud, the clamps holding his ship to the external docking would let loose and he would engage the autopilot to the Free Trade station, his marked destination. He came to yawn yet again, as watching the world go by under the oppressive, but very much required presence of SETA was quite boring. At least untill the gleam of a discoverer not the spinning madthing near you would force a comm channell open.

"This is sector security, cut your engines!" Cordian blinked, what could they ever want with a simple trader as him? The police woman had taken a breath to continue, but a deafening hail of cannon fire would volley over his unarmed Mercury, slamming crunchily into the pair of police Discoverers. This was the chance, get the hell out and away Cordian had thought, but his own cockpit would soon start to shake violently as the familiar impacts of what just hit those who stopped him, started to pound on him.

This wasn't good as his shield generators were old and feeble, plus they were already shorting out with the micro-asteroids in this sector, he had only one path out of this, the nearby massive asteroids. Hopefully that would stop these ships that were following him, as surely they would not be as stupid as he is? Surely it seemed that they were, as they followed his drift into the field of great big roids, Cordian keeping his now exposed hull away from them long enough to consider more options.

'Hell do I do?' Cordian thought to himself, wiping a sweat off his brow, his discoverer was not equipped with weapons and has appeared to have disappeared, plus the shield of his mercury was offline, the micro-asteroids clanging loudly against his hull. His time was to come it would seem, as three ships bearing blood red paint on them would thrust their way infront of him, levelling their cannons at his cockpit. Time would stand still, as it would appear to take forever for the shots to finally come, a single breath leaving his lips as in the corner of his eye, he would notice three bright blue trails of ~something~ coming his way.

With his mouth laying open in amazement, he would witness all three of his persuers blow up in sync, the impact of a swarm type missile hitting its mark, the majestic sight of a military Nova cruising through the debris like some sort of cat that just got the cream. With his comm system being damaged from the engagement, he could not even give the Nova a thank you as it would cruise on, continuing its patrol. Giving thanks to whatever god of boredom there was, Cordian found his Gravidar to be extremely limited at this moment, along with quite a few of his thrusters to be damaged, making him dead in space untill they come back online.

Taking his reliable goggles, he would survey the area and come to notice an abandoned Magnetar not even five hundred meters from him, barely even giving a moment to consider what he would do. He sealed up his space suit and dived from the nearest airlock, keenly applying some fancy thrust control on his suit to bring him to the silent savior. One of the first things he had learned from flight school was to know that shields are cool, very very cool indeed, but he had chosen to learn something a little extra, a minor program which he had downloaded onto his suit's visor to forcefully bypass shields, although only his suit could do it.

Thankfully the program had worked and he passed through the fluctuating kinetic barrier, a final push through the mostly transparant field of blue bringing him to the still functioning Airlock of the Magnetar. The lack of pressurisation within the Airlock would make Cordian curious as the inner doors would open, a swift gust of wind signifying that some sort of air was in here at least. A brief check of his suit would make it clear that most of the Magnetar's systems were offline, including life support for all but the cargo bay. Twas a good thing that he did not take off his visor, he thought to himself as he would float gracefully into the cockpit and access the main computer of the ship.

No corpses were here just yet, he had thought to himself that they might be in the Cargo Bay, but time would tell as first he wanted to fiddle with something in particular, the Ship's Identification Codes. To his pleasure, Cordian would find that the system already believe's its owner to be dead and was asking for a new master, a request that he would oblige. Taking a moment to get his details correct, he would enter his own codes and reference data into the main computer of the Mini-Carrier, the internal lights of the Magnetar coming to life as his details are verified.

Feeling proud of himself, Cordian would feel the pressure of the artifical gravity coming back into effect and the air clearing to become more breathable, another look into the inventory of the ship revealing that it has a cargo life support system in effect. He became curious, as such a thing is usually not installed in these models, pondering this a moment, he would gently push open a rear door towards the hanger bays, peering out into the four empty slots briefly before checking that the air was breathable as well, even though most of the structure was open to space.

What a great thing shields are, he thought, as it was clear that they could hold atmosphere within them as well, which was the case here as it seemed that life support was in operation again. Tapping the neck section of his suit gently, his visor would retract and hide itself into his backpack, allowing him to take a deep breath of the new air given life within the revitalised Magnetar. Exploring the area, he would soon venture into an enclosed cargo area near the engines of the vessel, as well as a large singular metal box with roughly cut boxes in its structure, as if to allow air within.

Finding the lock on the box to be missing, Cordian hauled the heavy door open to find an argon woman curled up in the corner of the box, her head resting on her arms and rough hair flowing down along her sides. 'Was is this?' he thought to himself, was she a prisoner of some sort? It seemed that she did not even notice his presence, although the electronic shackles would draw his attention, his brief time fiddling with that damn discoverer of his helping him to understand when something is hacked. Clearly, the shackles that she wore were hacked to remain closed, not even bearing a proper access key on close inspection.

A soft sniff would come from the Woman, who would suddenly take notice of Cordian and jolt back into the metal wall of the box, banging her head. "Ow Ow, Ow. 'Ells are you?" She would almost curse, looking to Cordian with suspicious eyes. "Its Alright, I am a friend, Eer, I think" He would reply, giving a nervous cough. "'Ells you are, you jes want to do dirty things to me... like this an' that" she blushed faintly, looking to Cordian with piercing eyes.

He blinked with her comment, then found himself stifling a laugh, grinning as he would speak. "You must have been in here a long time" she would raise an eyebrow in responce, then simply 'Hmph' as Cordian would show his suit's built-in computer wrapped around his arm. "I can fix the shackle problem, if you think you can handle it" he would stick his tounge out at her, at which she would smile a little and murmer how he might not actually be there to do this an' that. The undoing of her shackles and moving back into the more comfortable area of the ship a little later, the pair would find themselves watching Cordian's discoverer dock by itself into the Magnetar, along with the systems of his Mercury kicking in.

"Seems luck is with me today" Cordian proudly announced, the Woman sighing in responce as she would slip into the pilots seat of the Magnetar. "I be Melissa, aye?" she would peer to him from under her darkened fringe, bringing a hand up to move some loose strands of hair from her face. "I am Cordian, a pleasure yes?" he would smile warmly, the woman smirking back at him as she would quickly get back out of the pilots seat. "Imma get in yer fighter. More at 'ome there yes? Dun worry I'll not steal 'er..." she would lower her voice a little "...I owe yer." at this, Cordian would give a little salute as the door into the Hanger area would slam behind her, the man soon settling into the pilot's seat of his new, not so shiny Magnetar.

A brief order to his Assets to dock at the Free Argon Trading station would soon set him off on the beginning of his journey...

[Madgamer13]

Episode 1: The Choice

It had been a few Tazuras since the incident in Herrons Nebula, something that the police forces had not persued to reasons best kept with them of which Cordian was glad. His new ship had proven to be a little more high maintenance than was initially expected, especially with the constant demand in Space Fuel for a certain vibrant fellow that was now occupying his Discoverer. Like many of the sleepless eternal nights before, he was once again lurching over a dimly lit viewscreen which underlined the fact that he had to sell his Mercury not even a Stazura ago to pay for one certain addiction of Melissa he wished she did not have.

Sighing deeply at the chaos of his finances, Cordian leaned back in the seat of his cockpit and contemplated the beat way to profit in the future. His thoughts would waver for a long moment untill the sight of a Discoverer flying erratically would thust past his forward viewport. "Oi! Open thems bacons for me landin'!" The inebriated voice of Melissa would merrilly chirp through the communications system. Cordian would grumble as he lazily slapped a finger on a panel of his console, clearing his voice to address her "Its called a Beacon, not a Bacon! You better not be on the fuel again!" he would swiftly flip a switch above him, his ship computer alluringly announcing the acceptance of the incoming ship. Cordian had hoped that Melissa had the sense to engage her auto-pilot at this point.

A few Stazuras later and Melissa would find herself laying on the floor of Cordian's cockpit, wrapped in a soft material and complaining of her aching head. "Ohi, me heads so 'urts... never ah'll ever get on tha fuel again" she would wrap up tighter in her soft security, paying Cordian no heed as he would chuckle mockingly. "If you keep on drinking all of ~our~ money, you will not be able to afford those expensive... Illegal Barrels" He would cross his arms over his chest, looking to Melissa with distain. "Why dun yer salvage floating deaders?" Melissa would suggest, causing Cordian to blink and look out into the vistas of Home of Light in thought.

She might have a point with all the renewed hostility between the races recently, Cordian had thought to himself, looking back to Melissa to catch her drifting off to sleep finally. 'Fine' He murmered to himself, setting course for the Military Training facility as the first thing he would need to do is get some trained personnel, he had hoped that his ventures into salvaging would pay for their meals. A flick of the SETA and some Mizuras later he would find himself before the Military Facility and it's assigned Frigate, of which he would have prefarred to not be anywhere near.

Cordian was not a fighter, nor had he ever presumed himself to be one, given how he purposely avoided any tests on dogfighting ability in flight school. It was ironic that he would find himself seeking the aid of those trained to kill, although umong those he sought he hoped that they would be able to more than just fire a weapon. It was not long before he was in dock and looking through a list of trained personnel to purchase, something that he had found quite confusing as he had no idea who could do what, no matter how many stars one would possess. Gulping down his nerves, he gently tapped his Communications Panel to speak to an operator on the Base. "Greetings, I am unsure which of your Personnel to choose, if I may speak to them directly I would be-" He was interrupted by the Operator. "All Marines are currently onboard our Frigate, Sir. he paused, taking a breath. "I can organise temporary authorisation for you to board however, should you wish to meet them."

Cordian certainly did not hesitate, giving the operator a nod to proceed. With the order given and the request verified, a Transport arrived within fifteen Mizuras to take him to his future employees. Being on such a large ship was new to Cordian, especially one of the Military, where discipline is paramount to life here. It did not shake his conviction to keep his day job though, but that was the last thing on his mind as a total of ten newly trained marines would line up before him, a grayed and wise appearing man approaching Cordian in an assembly hall. He would salute Cordian and speak firmly to him. "Welcome sir, your contribution to the Argon Military is appreciated, I trust that you will be a good assignment for our trainees." He would then motion to the marines gathered.

Taking a deep breath, Cordian would raise his voice to address those gathered. "Thank you for offering your services onboard my ship, my goal is to salvage derilict ships within acceptable space, so combat may be an issue but the ability to maintain my ship will be paramount. I will not force any transfers, so if you wish to join my ship you may submit an application to me, then I shall accept you pending an interview." he would look through those gathered for a moment in silence. "If I may speak freely, Sir?" a female recruit would call out to Cordian, causing him to nod in response. "What would be the name of your ship, sir?" another silence would follow for a moment as Cordian would think to himself. He had not named his ship yet, but now that it was being called for, he guessed it would be appropiate to name her now.

"The Anthrallian." He would nod to her in confirmation, marking the end of the meeting and his return to his newly named ship, as well as the future marines that would apply for service.