"You can't stop the signal..."

Those were the words uttered so infamously six months ago. And while the sentiment may be true, Mr. Universe, or whatever his name is, forgot one crucial part, one facet of the human condition that makes it all grind to a halt. People are so gorram stupid.

The year is 2519. Six months post-signal, and no one knows what to believe anymore. While the illegal broadwave broadcast was quickly condemned, many see it as yet another sign that the Alliance is up to no good, and can't be trusted. Alliance infrastructure is beginning to crumble, and a second Unification War is brewing. As neighbor begins to distrust neighbor, Browncoats are being pulled out of the back of closets, and the upcoming Unification Day is becoming a tenser subject by the minute.

As the regular supply lines begin to degrade, the need for cargo haulers and smugglers is at an all-time high. Enter people like Clayton Stanton, a captain whose abilities and grace under pressure are only matched by his cold demeanor. In this hostile climate, it was people like him that got people what they wanted, no matter the cost. And it seems as though he's looking for a few extra crew.

CURRENT OPEN POSITIONS:

Passengers
Locals & Mercenaries throughout the 'Verse
Other roles can be discussed. Contact the GM through Discord.
PLEASE NOTE: We are not currently accepting any additional crewmembers on-board the Geronimo.




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Latest Mission Posts

» The Festival

Mission: Mission 1: Gearing Up
Posted on Mon Oct 14th, 2019 @ 6:19am by Alden Loxley & Jonas Barstow & Chin Yee & Abigail Preston

ON:

Chin had walked down Phoenix Boulevard admiring all the decorations that lined the street. Extra booths had been set up or brought in. Additional lighting had been strung overhead. It was late afternoon and many had been enjoying the festivities for the last several hours. However, the bigger events…


» Hanging over

Mission: Mission 1: Gearing Up
Posted on Fri Oct 11th, 2019 @ 7:30am by Alden Loxley & Abigail Preston

Abigail woke up with a massive headache. It took her a moment to realize where she was and with whom she was. And the flood of momentary embarrassment almost gave her a blush but this time she controlled it. Which wasn’t easy as it was very bright. She untangled herself…


» It's No Fancy Resort

Mission: Mission 1: Gearing Up
Posted on Thu Oct 10th, 2019 @ 9:01pm by Dr. Moira Dun & Ayla Seton

Depending on who you asked, there was either little to say or much to say about life aboard a ship. As well as the 'Verse. Ayla had delivered the damn domino that the cap'n was intent on keeping a secret and taken the time to let her side heal as…


» Pink drinks and No Privacy

Mission: Mission 1: Gearing Up
Posted on Thu Oct 10th, 2019 @ 6:46am by Alden Loxley & Abigail Preston

The table was showing how much alcohol they drank by now. There was a nearly empty bottle of whiskey and several glasses left after downing various drinks, including two pink drinks per each of them. Abigail felt good... very good. The alcohol was working well. She couldn't stop smiling, giggling…


» Connecting the Dots

Mission: Mission 1: Gearing Up
Posted on Thu Oct 10th, 2019 @ 5:26am by Captain Clayton Stanton & Unknown

Clayton ascended the stairs from the cockpit, rubbing his weary eyes with the back of his hand. After some course corrections, and a slight adjustment to avoid the annoyance of an Alliance patrol, they were now in a smooth patch, on course to make it to Persephone. And for once,…


Latest Personal Logs

» Dream A Little Dream

Posted on Mon Oct 14th, 2019 @ 3:48am by Ayla Seton

The eyes were cold, lifeless as they stared down at her. Nothing but soulless black pits that when paired with the wicked upturning of his and lips sent a shiver coursing through her slender frame. It started at the base of neck spreading downward, edging down her spine until it…


» Flashback: Night on the Helix

Posted on Sat Sep 28th, 2019 @ 2:19pm by Alden Loxley

Timeline: A month ago.
Location: Crew Cabin on the Helix

Her face often came to mind in those early hours of the morning, the part of the day when good people should be sleeping, but when busy minds worked their way into waking. It wasn’t fair, but, well, nothing about…


» Not quite settlin' in

Posted on Mon Aug 12th, 2019 @ 7:28am by Ayla Seton

After showing the three passengers back to their little area of the ship, Ayla made her way back into the cargo bay and hefted her bag back up over her shoulder, the hat she'd used to hide her hair tumbling down to the floor. Scooping it up, she shoved it…