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RP: Galactic Horizon [HEF] Second Expedition - A Greener Future

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
RP Date
YE 41 (March)
RP Location
Jui'Varen II, Neshaten space
It had been several months since Galactic Horizon had moved to their new home on Jui'Varen II within the territory of The Kingdom of Neshaten, during those long cold days their new HQ building had been drawn up and constructed while the crew of the original facilities lived on-board the ships they borrowed from Section 6 now known as the New Dusk Enclave. With the Black family raring to go with new vigor the manufacturing and distributing of Horizon products had skyrocketed since the new HQ was completed, to go along with the increase of the business a special project was established on Riccard's order.

Upon its completion, Galactic Horizon came into possession of a large cruiser of their own. The Abyssal class cruiser, "Nomad". Since the addition of this cruiser the company had been sending shuttles to map and explore the surface of their new home.

Jui'Varen II
North Pole
Galactic Horizon New HQ
Underground Hangar


Riccard, Donvan and Kryss Black all stood atop a small stage in the hangar with several SkyHawks behind them. The Horizon Expeditionary Force had taken a back seat on the priority list since the end of their first trip, some of the members had moved on or gone back to old homes in the time since.

Stepping forward Riccard cleared his throat before addressing the new team which had been put together with the security force and a few offworld mercenaries who'd offered their services for a price. "Ladies and gentlemen, most of you know me already but for any who don't I am Riccard Black, the CEO and founder of Galactic Horizon and for all intents and purposes your new boss and source of income for the job you're about to undertake." The man gave a warm smile to the assembled crowd before continuing. "As you all know this is going to be the second expedition, a journey to the equator of this new planet to study the flora, fauna and climate of our new home. The ships you see behind us are the first three SkyHawk shuttles ever built and have been custom designed for the HEF with a slightly larger interior and cargo space as well as reinforced outer plating in the event of any weather anomalies. I'll now hand you over for a word from my two partners in crime, not that any of us are actually coming along but these are the people responsible for your paychecks at the end of the trip."

A younger man about half the age of Riccard and with a lot of shared features with the blonde older and similarly blonde man brought his hands together in a solitary clap before stepping forward, casting icy-blue eyes over all the assembled people before finally speaking.

"Fair tidings all, I am Donvan Black, Galactic Horizon's head of Public Relations and the son of our CEO here - while yes I will not be coming with you this time I just have a few guidelines to bring up that should be common sense but I'd just like to avoid any confusion further down the line," Donvan smiled as he brought one hand up to begin listing off points on his fingers.

"For starters... don't go putting anything where it doesn't belong, secondly remember that any mishappenings on the expedition can reflect poorly on us and well having the people paying you take a hit in their public facade only makes the competitiors happy, lastly just have fun with it if you can - within reason of course," the playboy-esque human continued, coming off as rather well-spoken and charismatic as the words flowed out his clean-shaven jaw.

"That's all from me for now, I'll pass you on to my other half," Donvan finished, a faint bow before taking steps back to his prior position.

Finally, the shorter but no less blonde sister stepped forward. "Morning everyone, I'm Kryss and usually I run errands for corporate dealings but for the time being I'll be working with the playboy you just witnessed as the HQ contact for the HEF. As it's already been said we don't want to hear about any user caused problems during the next few days, and that goes for useless info too, just because we're blonde doesn't mean we want to hear about how your latest attempt to pickup a chick in the bar went." Pausing for a moment she brought out a small device and held it up. "This is a basic level tracking device, everyone's helmets is equipped with one as well as all the vehicles and weapons being taken on the trip, they are for security as well as to help us map the area. Do not tamper with them. That's all from us, further instructions will be given when the expedition leader Brin arrives but until then you may discuss among yourselves."
 
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BMan142

Oh god it's in my head
Sitting at the back of audience, Andrew Wilson listened carefully. When the tracking device was mentioned, he took a look at his helmet. He found it quickly and noted the location of it, should it ever be needed. As the meeting cam to close, Andrew stood up and stretched, wandering over to the wall of the hanger and reading a few shipping labels on crates. He paced around, wondering if any of the old crew members from the first mission were even still around. He began scanning the crowd for any familier faces. As he did, his eyes wandered to the SkyHawks. He didn't know much, and would have to hope there was another engineer around to show him the ropes.
 

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
"They're... smaller in person, huh," a voice came from behind and a little to the left of Andrew before its owner wandered into view, a mousey ginger humanoid in round-lensed glasses, the one exposed ear belonging to this slim figure with flawless skin (no doubt part of their elven heritage) that was all wrapped up in a sciences uniform that read the surname 'McGregor' over the left breast had a small point at the top - it was unclear what exactly they were but the hazel-speckled eyes of green offered the engineer a little smile and then a hand.

"Lexi McGregor, botanist," the fellow Galactic Horizon employee introduced themself, standing at a modest height of 5'8" it was quite the angle to look up into the towering engineer's eyes, warm smile prevailing even with the overstuffed Porter Pack and the rifle slung to it looking about ready to topple the half-elf.
 
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Fioreo

Member
Letting out a big sigh, Calanthe wrapped her tail around herself. Just as she was getting used to the cool climate of Osman, she gets taken to a place even colder! Good thing she invested in a bulk of lip balms. ‘Hmmm..’ Maybe she should get a new jacket as well..? Nevermind. She shook her head and tried focusing on the future ahead of her, and not whether her peachy lips will stand the unbearable cold or not. The Separa woman already felt all the pressure of her new responsibilities, especially now that she’ll have to take care of the expeditionary force. Nonetheless, she decided to slither behind the crowd, trying to find a face she recognizes.
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Crowd

Argus was in a similar situation to Calanthe, going from an air-conditioned lab on a desert planet to an ice cap on a new world meant that his new labs were always heated for himself and his other scaly companion who he now spied looking lost in the crowd. Despite the fact that their expedition team was only about 50 strong there was a crowd of all sorts gathered in the hangar bay, waiting for the orders to mount up and roll out.

Argus slithered over and firmly placed a hand on her shoulder, "Well Miss Brongus, I wasn't expecting to see you on this trip. Have you gotten one of the CC Suits for yourself yet, we're going to need them out there for the first leg anyway." The green Venis said bluntly, looking over her shoulder and scanning the crowd. He had only known Calanthe for a few months, she'd joined up with them before they left Osman but in that time he'd seen her abilities as a medical professional grow and dared to say he trusted her skills in the field which is what he assumed she was doing on this mission.

"Have you ever carried a gun before, or killed something? We may be scientists and medical practitioners, but we're also pioneers for this planet and we don't know what's out there." Argus said coolly, one hand moving to sit casually on the Trike Shotgun he had slung over his torso, a tactical vest covering his scales with several pouches of ammunition as well as two sidearms. Before joining Horizon he had been a pirate of sorts after all, something he was yet to tell his red scaled lab partner.

SkyHawks

Before Andrew had a chance to answer Lexi, none other than Ivan appeared from within one of the shuttles and indiscreetly joined in their conversation.

"Mornin Andy, mornin Lexi, you twos ready to hit the skies in these bad boys?" The shorter engineer called out, sidling up to the pair with a large wrench almost comically resting over one shoulder as he looked back at the ship he'd just exited. "Dun worry about tryin ta figure these uns out Andy, we's only gonna be on em for a short time, no need for us grease monkeys in that trip eh?" The Nepleslian said noticing Andrew's worried look he was directing at the shuttles.

Podium

As the three members of the Black family stepped back Riccard pulled his children in for a quick word. "Alright you two, let's try to avoid what happened last time we tried this, no one was at fault for that but we have better intel this time, a solid team and you two at the helm from home with no god awful sandstorm in the way. I can't stick around I'm afraid, needed for a few meetings with the Kingdom once again, make sure to contact me when the team is setting up base camp and I'll send the Nomad back with the extra gear for them."

Kryss nodded at her father and flashed a cocky smile, putting one arm over Donvan's shoulder and making a thumbs up. "Don't worry dad, compared to trying to outplay the corporate drones out there this will be a piece of cake. I'll fetch Brin and let him know to get the teams assembled soon."

At the back of another of the shuttles stood Anna and Bella, the resident adrenaline junky twins employed to test gear people were too scared of, presently arguing about who would ride their RedBack out of the cargo bay in mid flight first. Both dressed in their custom Armored Racing Suits with helmets held under one arm.
 

Fioreo

Member
While observing the crowd, Calanthe suddenly felt a hand firmly placed on her shoulder, leading a chill down her spine. Her tail banged onto the floor out of surprise, as her gaze went to her green skinned colleague. ‘Gods, Argus!’ She placed her hands on her chest and let out a big sigh. ‘Nope, haven’t gotten one yet.’ Nonetheless, she rolled her eyes and let out a laugh as well. ‘It’s good to see you here too, guy.’

Calanthe’s blue eyes widened and looked at Argus’ shotgun when he asked her his question. ‘Well.. yes. I was taught to hunt for my own food back when I was still a snakelet. And about the gun thing...’ She couldn’t help but smile, and quickly continued her story. ‘My dad used to own one. I accidentally shot a hole in the wall and wasn’t allowed to use one ever since.’ She chuckled. Her tail slowly wrapped around her, as she cleared her throat. ‘But I guess I’ll have to make an exception now.’
 

Charmaylarg Dufrain

FM of Nepleslia
Game Master
"Everyone is tall from some perspectives." A soft, Cultured voice mused to himself upon hearing the blacks heights and statures brought to question. At barely three foot tall if standing on his toes and wearing his expedition cap, The large uplifted raccoon had recalled the first expedition and having to stand on a crate just to make eye level with some of the crew.

It had also been to stay out of reach of strange child of a spacer family, But that had been beside the point.

"Yes yes yes yes." He mused again, careful in his waddling gait to wander around while simultaneously stuffing his mouth full of salted crackers as crumbs spilled off his poncho. He could chew and speak, The cybernetic voice enhancer hidden under the fur on his throat made him a natural ventriloquist and some would say was the least weird thing about a twice normal size raccoon that could walk and sounded with more refinement than most elysians. "Rather nice to get out of this cold and closer to an equator i should think."

Trash Panda
had been part of the first expedition. Hired on as a cartographer the uplifted nepleslian raccoon had played a minor part in the first expedition. Opting to spend the entire trip hidden in wheel wells and behind whatever he could find as what he was promised as a peaceful venture turned into the closest thing he had ever know to a warzone. He was no pushover in a fight, Not that he was prone to violence like most nepleslians, But had none the less opted for personal survival over most of the others fighting in the first job.

Since then a small few ventures and jobs had kept him linked to the galactic horizon company. He didnt do it for the pay, In fact short of a stipend for equipment and food he committed most pay all together. No he was a true adventurer at heart and the company offered him all he could want and more in such trips. Not to say there weren't other opportunities. The spacer world of freehold was habitated once more after its death, And adventure called in its tunnels. And new worlds where discovered in the frontiers every day! But Trash was just one raccoon and could only travel so far...

"I should hope theres no sandstorms this time. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere!"
 

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
Podium

"Lightning doesn't tend to strike the same place twice unless people erect a lightning rod or something similar, right? fret not father dearest, all should go smoothly," Donvan reassured his father with a perfectly saintly smile, blue eyes dipping shut for a moment as the male twin let his sister lean against him, looking down to her face before speaking, "Right then, you handle that and I shall rouse the twins before departure hm? agreed, good plan," Donvan didn't give his sister a chance to respond as he turned to approach the twins with decidedly purposeful steps.

"Anna, Bella, greetings! I trust you two lovely specimens are excited for this? though hopefully you'll be swerving to avoid more trees than gunfire this time," the blonde man chuckled, leaning one elbow against a nearby crate.

Skyhawks

"Ah, hello Ivan," Lexi turned around to offer the other engineer a smile, their rather average height feeling rather diminutive next to the two large men though a smile stayed on zer face regardless. "Well enough, I guess performance anxiety is kicking in a little now that I'll have a whole team watching my every move but nothing too serious, yourself?" the half-elf tucked their ginger hair over to one side as ze backed up a little to avoid getting a sore neck from all the looking up - adjusting their round-lensed glasses a little before both hands went to support the overpacked Porter Pack's shoulder straps.
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Crowd

"Likewise it pleases me to know that there is more than one medic on this trip, here I had a spare just in case." The green man spoke while taking a Rock Salt rifle from its position across his back and handing it to Calanthe, it would be effective against anything up to their size but any bigger and the heavy troops would have to step in. "Its only a light powered rifle should be a good start for you anyway. We should have medical packs already on these shuttles for us too so we don't need to worry about that yet, I'm going to head over and board. Want to come along?" Argus turned to face her as he began slithering away and flashed the briefest of smiles as he spoke.

SkyHawks

"Roger that boss man, long as no one shoots at us points are getting scored by near misses and backflips only." Anna chimed as Donvan approached them.
"So you're not coming along with us Donvan, er, sir?" Bella spoke, it was odd to think the most important people would be coming along without having to ask but everyone knew that Donvan especially was no normal boss' son when it came to projects of the company.

"Yeah Yeh, I knows what ya mean there Lexi it can be a lil strange goin out on mission for t'first time. Me m'self, em doin alright f'now but avn't had a chance to go up in these uns before now, fresh off th'line them SkyHawks." Ivan finished his somewhat coherent sentence and nodded to himself and cast his gaze over the three shuttles stood silently once more, however, their silence was soon broken by the humming as each ship in turn fired up their engines and began pre-flight checks.

Backstage

Kryss left her family members and headed back out to the prep rooms behind the stage to find their expedition leader. Knocking at his door briefly she let herself in and found the security head kitted up and ready to go already, nearly colliding in the doorway. "Ah Brin I was just coming to fetch you, it's about that time isn't it." The blonde woman said casually as the beefy nepleslian chuckled.
"Indeed it is Miss Black, so is everything sorted for me out there?"
"Ivan and Andrew are already waiting, Ivan has climbed around in the back of one of the SkyHawks already. Argus and Calanthe are accounted for so medical staff are present, and the rest of the science gang and your security force are ready to board." Kryss answered handing him another magazine from the table as the man searched his vest for the rogue item.

Podium

Brin took the ammunition with a nod of thanks before strolling out the door and onto the podium, Kryss in tow. Reaching the podium the security officer flicked on his earpiece and mic combo while holding his helmet under one arm. "Morning all, some of you will already know me but for those that dont, I am Brin Bluestone, Chief of Security here at Galactic Horizon and the expedition leader for this mission. As the slight briefings leading up to today would have explained, this is a recon operation with exploration and discovery at its heart, no more bandits and sandstorms ladies and gentlemen!" The man said with a huge smile, earning a few cheers from the members of the first expedition back on their old dustbowl of a planet. "We're going to leaving in 10 minutes so every do your final gear checks then pick a ship, these shuttles are just getting us beyond the border of the ice caps and snowfields then we'll be establishing a base camp and setting up ground operations. Vehicles will be dropped off tomorrow morning so, for now, it'll be the gear on your backs, three shuttles and a few redbacks and basic supplies." With that, he raised up his helmet and secured it atop his shoulders with a small click before jumping down and heading towards the shuttle on the left, adorned in the patented black and gold colours of Horizon.

"This ship is Hawk Leader, the other two are Hawk 1 and Hawk 2 and each has its assigned number painted on the hull, remember this whenever you need to refer to a ship during the expedition." He finished before walking over to speak with Trash Panda. "Glad to have you along once again, sorry the last one didn't quite end up being how it was advertised, but the Neshaten have assured us there is none of their people or outsiders on this planet. Which means the worst we will face is native creatures, and you'll get to properly help map this world now too."
 

Fioreo

Member
Despite the cold, Calanthe wiped the sweat off her forehead and held the rifle in her arms. Is she really going to shoot something with this, or just other walls? ‘Uhh.. Right! But I kinda need.. one of those CC coats.’ The brunette said, realizing how cold the planet was, and shivering again. She wrapped her arms around herself and reached her tail towards Argus’, attempting to stop him. ‘Mind telling me where I could find one first? I mean, I’m mentally ready, but not physically ready to freeze to death!’
 
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