Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.
Explore the galaxy. Overcome the obstacles in your path. Shape the future of humanity.
There was no turning back now. Not that the boy ever once concerned himself with the ramifications of his actions whilst scaling the refinery's fence. His mind was abuzz with anticipation as he entered phase two of his plan. The contents of the bag slung over his shoulder clicked and clacked with every step as the boy took off down the hill. The heavy sack did little to slow the boy as he navigated the barren woodland, all the while keeping an eye out for any sign of trouble.
Before long he made it back to his home outside of town, and inside that one room cabin he poured his spoils onto the bed in celebration. Enriched solar elementium, fire lacrima, the theft of which happens to be a federal offense in the commonwealth. The boy was of course ignorant to this fact, and so when he so carefully broke into the refinery of his former employer and took the stone he thought little of it. His intent was not to harm or maim, but rather to distract. His own magic simply wasn't potent enough to draw the attention he needed and so he was left with few options.
On the morning that followed Manna would enact phase two of his plan. Scattering the stones around the village in strategic locations to draw the attention of the police but not bring anyone harm. Once the trap was set Manna set it off, sprinting along his designated route to ignite each and every lacrima. The ensuing explosions rocked the down, as smoke and flames drew everyone out of their doors. Camped in an alley across from the police station Manna sat waiting for his chance. Sure enough each and eveyr officer was mobilized, what few vehicles the small department could afford were all peeling off in various directions to the locations of each explosion. When the coast was clear Manna took off into the station in search of a clue.
Immediately he headed for the chiefs office. What he needed to find he did not yet know, all he clung to were the few mentions of a house in Trillium and a couple working for something called IMG. If his mother had ever paid them a visit from the Commonwealth the police will have logged her star ships route or something. If he could find that information then he'd at least have a place to begin his search. The house in Trillium comes up several times in her notes so if anyone still lives there they might know where she's gone. With a renewed sense of urgency Manna began to messily rummage through file after file in search of what he needed. Before long a pile of papers and manila folders had accumulated in the center of the room. After several more minutes f searching Manna finally found what he had came for. Ship logs from ten years ago. Flipping through them he hastily scanned the page for his moms name, all the while oblivious to how much time had truly past.
People were beginning to return to the station and they would not be happy.
Post by fairchild.txt on Feb 12, 2020 23:04:33 GMT
Jak was still on the mend. Her run-in with that psycho human trafficker hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. And Jak didn't really trust healers. Well... It wasn't so much that she distrusted healers so much as she wasn't super thrilled about having someone's magic flowing through her body. She didn't really understand how magical abilities worked, in the long and short of things... wasn't sure how much they could see, as it were. And she had certain secrets she wanted to keep close to her chest. So other than the absolute necessary help from Eris, Jak had waived any sort of magical aid, instead preferring to be stitched and bandaged up. And once she was well enough to leave the hospital, she did, report in hand. As per her conversation with Eris, Jak had left out only the most necessary information about the pair of them. As far as the ISC was concerned, Leo and Eris were just a couple of mages passing by who heard someone in trouble and came to help. A pair of good samaritans. Of course, Jak had withheld everything but their descriptions. Though, that certainly painted a picture of its own. Most people who read the report would assume they were some local trouble-makers who stumbled across something far bigger than themselves. While it wasn't exactly procedure, for extreme cases like this, most officers were more than happy to turn a blind eye to a couple kids causing property damage. And for all intents and purposes... that was all the pair would seem to be.
Along the way to the ISC HQ, Jak had stopped to stretch her legs. After all, spending hours cramped up inside a starship could be exhausting. You couldn't exactly roll down the window in the depths of space... and Jak felt like she could really use some fresh air. And so, because she was apparently born to suffer, she landed amid chaos. She felt like she had just barely managed to clamor down from the Discovalente's cockpit when the first of the blasts went off, sending her scanner screaming with activity as local law enforcement scrambled to contain the problem: evacuated civilians, attempting to locate more explosives, and even assisting in fighting fires, for those officers who had some sort of aptitude for that sort of job. And while Jak wanted to help... she wasn't sure how much she could really do. The doctor had warned her against strenuous activity. And she had already not listened to him and had to go back to get patched up after she popped a stitch. From plopping into her fucking seat. Seriously! Yeah... regardless... not exactly the best plan. Still... she figured that it wouldn't hurt to make an appearance at the local station, if for no other reason than appearances. The ISC and local LEOs always strove to have a positive relationship. And a Lieutenant being present in the town as it's attacked by some psychopath? Well... it would look bad if she didn't at least try to offer some level of aid. Even if she was stuck at a radio, she could probably do something.
Still, as she approached the station, she quickly came to realize two separate things: 1. She was moving much more slowly than she gave herself credit for. 2. Everyone else seemed to have moved away from the station twice as quickly. She couldn't see a single vehicle parked in the lot. Still, there were probably a few beat cops without a patrol car holding down the fort, inside. So, when Jak entered, she didn't really take much stake in the fairly-empty halls, instead heading straight for the back offices, where the chief's office no doubt was at. Even if he waved her help off, given the state she was in, she could at least say she tried. And through the frosted glass of the door, she could see that someone, at least, was moving around inside. However, Jak didn't just charge in, instead making her presence known.
"Hello?" "2nd Lieutenant Jak Rousseau: ISC. I came to assist in any way I can."
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It was the voice that pulled his eyes form the page. Begrudgingly set down the file and began to scramble for an exit, eyes darting around the room as he tried to make the most of the precious few seconds between escape and discovery.
Sadly there didn’t seem to be anywhere to go. No convenient window or trap door. Just him and the knight standing just outside the glass. The figure was morphed a bit but judging from the knights shadow Manna didn’t think they were all that intimidating. If he was gonna get discovered it might as well be in his terms right?
Manna rushes towards the door, thrusting his shoulder into it as he pushed with all his might in an attempt barely right over the smaller knight standing in the other side. The resulting tumble would see the two tangled up in a confused jumble of limbs and clothes. In the confusion Manna swiped at keys in the knights belt, first using them as a weapon to detach himself from the knight and then shoving them into his jacket placket before bursting out the station door.
Kicking it down the dirt street, Manna ignited the distant shouting as he searched for a way out. The police were beginning to head back to the station, and with every turn Manna took he was forced to take another to avoid detection. Getting too far from the station was impossible, and ultimately he ended up simply circling back towards the other side of it where the knights parked their vehicles. Desperate and tired of running Manna eyed the pair of keys in his hand before clicking to sound the horn. Sure enough a ship lit up and he took off towards it immediately.
The blur of a young man who greeted Jak was... definitely unexpected. So too was his insistence on going through Jak, rather than around her. Jak yelped as she was knocked to the ground. She could feel a pain in her side as the boy ran off into the streets. She didn't need to check to know what that feeling was. "Fuck yer muther-!" Jak winced, "Yep. Nuva' popped stitch."
Jak swore a little bit as she picked herself up from the floor, checking over herself for a moment, trying to figure out what... just...... happened.
"Fuckin'... hoodlums." Jak winced, "Alright! Just gotta- Fuck my life, can't I have just a week without having to- rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaahah!"
Jak took off in a sprint, and could feel another stitch give way as she burst out the front doors, growling through the pain which punctuated each heavy step. Jak's head whipped around, scanning the area outside the station, but couldn't catch sight of the redhead. He must have scrambled off as quick as he could. Makes sense. It's what Jak had always been taught when you steal from someone: get away as quick and clean as you can, and figure out what you got later. This was fine. She could track him down. I mean, it wasn't like he was gonna steal her ship. A kid would have to be crazy to steal a cop's ship, righ-
"God dammit."
The telltale chirp of Jak's ship caught the officer's attention. Of course. Of fucking course! It would only be charitable of the gods to allow Jak a reprieve. But because of her cursed name, she was sentenced to a lifetime of bad luck, surrounded by people who live to make Jak suffer. And so, Jak clutched her stitches with one hand, carefully making her way to her ship as quickly as she could manage. She just needed to make sure the kid didn't take off. There was no telling what kinda trouble he might get into if he broke the atmosphere. There was always the chance that he knew what he was doing, but... she doubted a kid that age would be able to fly the Discovalente. Half of the damn thing was manual, and the other half only worked half the time. No. He would definitely be in trouble if he got that old beater off the ground. She just needed to get there before he could.
As far as escape plans went, this was definitely not what Manna had envisioned. Perhaps ending his calculations at 'leave police station' had been short-sighted, and maybe setting the explosions off in a circle around the station was a mistake, but those were thoughts for next time. For now, Manna had to escape. The last thing he wanted was a one-way ticket to one of the commonwealth's penal colonies where he'd be forced to mine an asteroid until he developed a permanent hunch in his back. No. If he got captured now there's no way he'd be able to find his mom, and so the boy simply kept running.
So long as he was moving he was ok, and as the beep of the starship grew closer and closer, Manna knew what must be done. If he could not escape via the back alley's and sidewalks then he'd take to the sky. Not like anyone had seen gotten a good look at his face yet, maybe he'd be able to land somewhere in the woods and hike back to his house.
Frantically jamming his thumb into various buttons on the key, Manna nearly leaped with joy as he finally got the ramp of the ship to drop. With a rustic clank ramp hit the pavement and within seconds Manna was rushing up into the ship. Pausing a second Manna once again jammed his fingers into the key in an attempt to now raise the ramp, yet nearly thirty seconds of fingering the button, nothing had happened.
"Come on! Come on! Come on! Come OOOOOooon!" He groaned.
Movement at the entrance of the shipyard caught his attention, as a loan knight seemed to be limping her way towards him. "Fuck! Come on! Come on! AGH! STUPID FUCKING KEY!" Frustrated, Manna slammed the key on the ground. Pressed for time now he did the only thing he could think to do, grabbing onto the sides of the ramp and yanking on it with all his might. The ship creaked in protest as its mechanisms were forced into motion by the now redfaced thief. "FUCK...YOU....FUCKING...SHIIIIIIIIIP!" With one last tug the boy managed to lift the ramp completely. Pulling it into the lock, Manna quickly turned to grab the key and dash up the ladder. That knight would be on him any second, he needed to take off now.
After the boy practically slammed into its control console, the ship began to show signs of life. Lights struggled to flicker on and once the key had been jammed into the ignition, the engine coughed its way into a steady hum. The smell that came with the start of the ignition made Manna lift his scarf closer to his nose and curl his lip in disgust. Great. He'd officially stolen the galaxy's most advanced piece of shit.
Deciding not to dwell on his luck, Manna punched the biggest and most obvious button he could find before giving it much thought. After a second round of coughing the engines of the ship whirred to life. Just as Manna thought about trying another button, the ship rocketed out of the lot, nearly decapitating its original owner as it luckily veered skywards. The sudden change in momentum had sent Manna tumbling into the back wall of the cockpit, and as he struggled to adjust to the change in g force, the ship climbed higher and higher into the atmosphere.
Using the seats as braces Manna was finally able to climb his way into the pilot's chair. Eyes full of fear the boy tried to make sense of where he was. The ship broke the lining of clouds a moment later, and Manna's fear only grew. Were those... stars? As afraid as he was Manna couldn't help but gawk at his surroundings. Around his ship, freighters larger than his entire village flew by in silence, ships of all designs whipping between them. It was so busy yet so peaceful.
Manna sat back in awe at what he was seeing. It was his first time leaving the planet, his first time looking into the endless abyss that was space. Never again would he be able to look back. An alert over the ship's comms brought him back to reality. "Pull over and prepare for boarding, you are in violation of commonwealth law eight zero-" Manna didn't think twice about punching the speaker to silence. The last thing he needed was extra stress right now.
The boy rushed to remember and input the address he'd found in the police logs, causing the ship to adjust its flight path accordingly. Another attempt by the police to hail him removed whatever doubt Manna had, and so after pounding on the second biggest button he could find, the boy was headed towards Trillium at light speed.
It was a pleasant morning, only a few clouds marring the bright cerulean above. The sun reflected off freshly fallen snow from the night before, a brilliant glare some considered painful to look at, although he had never thought the same, its white at once a beacon of purity and harsh reality. Then again, he had a habit of romanticizing the wintry landscape, couldn't really help but do so even after all the years. Fresh out of a shower and change of clothes, Leo found himself gazing off into the distance, sitting down on their spiral staircase as he sipped his second coffee. They had nothing to do that day other than the odd errand, and as he often did so Leo would have been content with doing nothing for a fair portion of it, were he not reminded by the constant pin pricks in his left arm that he had work to be done. Well, work was a bad term for it, but neither was healing a good one so he decided to stick with it.
A few minutes later, he had managed to meander over to the piano in their foyer, attempting to make his way through the etude that was already propped up on the music stand. It, well, it wasn't going greatly. First he missed the key signature, then misread thirty-secondths for sixteenths, and ultimately resigned to an easier piece. It didn't exactly help that he had only woken up around an hour beforehand, yet even the second did not go over well. One note, then another, but he just couldn't seem to grab the rhythm with his left, always off in timing, uncoordinated, sloppy. Leo slammed his fingers down on the keys, a loud cacophony echoing throughout the room. He sighed, then began again, tempo bumped down more than a few clicks.
"Still struggling?" Eris asked some time later, in which he paused, looking up at her as she leaned against the piano's sizeable frame.
"Yeah," he answered, shaking out his hands before standing up and closing the fallboard and lid. "Oh well, I was careless."
"Hey, a week or two of discomfort on your end is better than...." she trailed off, his mind filling in the blanks she failed to complete, a solemn nod in response although he soon cracked a smile.
"The good thing is the only person I'll be giving a concert to in the near future is you."
Eris rolled her eyes, beginning to walk toward the greenhouse. "I'm still waiting on breakfast."
"Ah fuck, forgot," he muttered, scrambling over to the kitchen as she glanced back, giving him a lazy grin.
Jak's call for her pickpocket to stop fucking around seemed to fall on deaf ears. She had just managed to step foot on the Discovalente's ramp when the ship began to rise, making her stumble and fall. She held on to the ramp with only her fingers, tightly gripped around a handhold. However, as the ship began to scale to takeoff height, Jak had an excellent view of the engines: the warp drive was charging up. She may be a pretty tough in her armor, but she didn't feel like testing out "void of space" tough in the state she was already in. Jak didn't have much time to think. Pulling herself up might take too long. But the ship was already twenty feet in the air, at this point.
Jak's fingers unlaced, and she felt herself fall. If there was ever a time to field test her new item, it was now. She slapped the badge on her hip and a set of armor materialized around herself. It was sleek, consisting of a padded vest and armored plates. A red visor flashed across her face, concealing her head in a red, emotionless dome. In Jak's periphery vision, vital statistics zeroed in, calculating Jak's blood pressure, heart-rate, armor condition. It was nice to see it completely topped off once before she messed them up. She just hoped she could admire it a little bit longer than this. After the first scuffle, armor condition is never the same. Jak let out a sigh as she relaxed her body, ready to smash back to earth. She had been about twenty-five feet up when she made her decision to drop... and it felt like it. She really needed to learn to be more impulsive when it mattered, instead of just doing the first thing that pops in her head when she's got all the time in the world to ponder. Put another one on the new years resolutions. It would certainly help with Julie's obsession that Jak be safer.
"I should commission more of this shit." Jak blinked, "I barely even felt that."
It was a bit of a wait for Jak to get an audience with the chief of police. The bombs had put them understandably on-edge, but once she pleaded her case that the two were connected, he was quick to agree to her requisitioning of a long-range police cruiser to pursue the suspect. And she leveraged her rank to allow unsupervised access. Jak had to admit that her job had perks. Besides, it wasn't like Jak thought this kid was trying to hurt anyone. He had a reason for doing... whatever the hell he was doing. He was just going about it the wrong way. And Jak had to make sure he didn't get himself killed in the process.
She patched into her ship's ID tag and moved to Trillium. Of course it would be there. All manner of unsavory customers chose that little slice of paradise to call home. Of course, there was always the chance he was a mercenary. Who knows what those shady bastards were getting into these days... Maybe after all of this is done, she could give Leo and Eris a call. Jak groaned as she put the ship into hyperdrive. She always hated that feeling in her gut. And the fact that that little fall had caused Jak to pop a couple more stitches to add to the pile. While she didn't really get hurt by the collision, that didn't stop physics from working. But, hey, the suit said she was still in the green, so... pretty good deal, as far as Jak was concerned.
Manna was starting to regret the time hadn't spent reading up on spaceships. The strange amelodic vibrations emanating from the back of the ship seemed to accordion the ship with every bout of turbulence. Every so often the front and the back of the ship were made to clash in a battle neither could truly take. To make things worse the ship only seemed to be accelerating.
Loosening his grip on the armrests of the chair, Manna sunk back into the seat. No point in freaking out the whole time. He wasn't even sure how long it would take him to reach Trillium, worrying would only make the trip seem longer. Flipping up his hood and trucking into his scarf the boy reclined as much as possible in the chair. With arms folded across his chest, he closed his eyes and embraced the noise.
Before long the vibrations had rocked him asleep.
The ship's primitive autopilot did its best to navigate the stars on Manna's behalf. While the Discovalante's new captain slept at the wheel it pressed on. A sudden beeping began to stir the boy as he groggily looked around only to remember he was still flying through space. With a sigh, he simply readjusted in his seat and shut his eyes. The beeping gradually intensified, picking up in frequency and loudness until it became too annoying to ignore. Sitting up the boys studied the console for an off switch. Why the hell didn't this thing have labels?
Manna never was able to find the off switch, as the ship took matters into its own hands. Suddenly the engines cut completely, sending Manna flipping into the windshield as the Discovalante shot out of light speed. The rusty ship struggled to keep it together under the strain of such a sudden slowdown. Metal began to snap and warp as the ship plummeted into the atmosphere. The breaks fought hard to prevent a crash, screaming and screeching as the fireball of a ship broke the cloud cover. Flames dissipating around the shell, the ships struggle to regain control of itself caused it to bob and jitter in the air.
Inside Manna tried his best to bring things under control. Grabbing the steering apparatus, he fought to keep the vehicle from spiraling out of control. Through grit teeth and red cheeks, the boy fought to keep the ship from spiraling out of control. Every muscle from his forearms to his shoulders burned with exhaustion. One final snap semed to break the ship. Every light went dark as the ship no longer battled its fall to earth. Skimming the top of a snow-capped mountain, Manna did his best to steer the ship to safety. Eyes peeled he scoured the landscape for a field, a snowbank, anything other than a city or a mountain.
Forcing the wheel to the left Manna found his target area. A patch of snow just above the city. Flames erupted from his being as he starred down the impact, sheer determination to live burning in his eyes. He was not going to die here.
The ship smashed into the yard nose-first, ripping up grass and snow before getting caught on the dirt and flipping over itself. Pieces of the rusty vessel were flung every which way, a new one breaking off with every bounce and flip. Inches away from the house the ship rocked to a stop. The smoldering wreckage sat at the end of a long scar that ran the length of the yard. Things were eerily quiet as the metal began to settle, nothing but the simmer of steam and smoke showing any life in the crash.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Mar 10, 2020 1:30:15 GMT
He didn't exactly have time to burn the toast. About to set out a pan and having poured himself another cup of coffee, it took Leo a moment to register the faint whining in his ears, eyes flitting to the window that encompassed the majority of the wall facing the city of Trillium. In one corner a brilliant blaze passed by, and before he could even calculate its trajectory, Leo ducked behind the island counter, braced for whatever sort of impact would follow. None did, however, and soon after he cursed loudly, only then noticing he had slammed his mug down on the floor and it had consequently shattered, both the caffeine and his own blood spilling onto the marble floor below. A muffled cacophony of noise emanated from outside at the same time, a beeping from the intercom following the crescendo. "A ship crashed outside, sir. No damage to Sunfall's structure was detected." The voice was almost male, almost human, yet it lacked the most crucial element of life to identify it as such.
"I told you to stop calling me that, but understood."
The unidentifiable speaker offered no further words, and with that Leo picked the ceramic out of his left hand, not even wincing as he did so although he chalked part of that up to the fact that his nerves and reflexes weren't exactly all there yet. An unfortunate reality when it came to most things, but at least there was one benefit. He hastily cleaned up the rest of the mess, washed his hands, and walked toward the western entrance of their home, the door that usually led to featureless flats of snow. In its stead, however, were the hulking remains of a starship, smoke catching steel that had been grated over ice and stone alike. His lips curled upward in annoyance, what a pain in the ass it would be to clean up, having almost struck Sunfall itself. Not that it would have put much of a dent in the reinforced infrastructure, but the vessel had crashed far too close to simply be ignored.
Still, Leo probably would have put it off for a while had he not registered the faint presence emanating from the wreckage. So, the incompetent pilot had survived, apparently, or perhaps a singular passenger had been spared. Regardless, it seemed a quiet morning had morphed into one that was more or less the opposite of such, much to his chagrin. Really, was a day or two weeks of nothing not enough to ask for? He groaned outwardly, putting on the coat that was located on a rack nearby. "Eris, we have a problem!" Leo called out, before opening the door to the biting winds of Trillium's surface. The scent of a burnt engine and smoldering steel caught his nose immediately, although it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Far more noticeable, however, was the shock of red hair careening from a seat of the vehicle, apparently the man, no, the boy, had managed to steer the ship in a way that had avoided any grievous person injury. Of course, the object he had directed hadn't fared quite as well, as evident by the pieces of it scattered all throughout their yard. The vessel threatened to collapse further upon the boy, however, and thus Leo made up his mind to pull him out of the wreckage. Tossing aside rusted parts in his path, he grabbed a beam with both hands, grunting as he bent its fractured frame out of his way. It dug into his palms in the process, but he pushed the pain aside, grabbing the pilot from his precarious perch and dragging him out of the steaming heap of metal.
Post by fairchild.txt on Mar 24, 2020 20:41:28 GMT
Jak had to admit... while this cruiser wasn't exactly a new model either, it was a far shake better than the Discovalente's setup. Definitely too small, though. No room for her furniture and there wasn't even a shower!
These are the kinds of thoughts that occupied Jak's mind instead of what should have been worrying her. This kid... This kid was just a kid... right? She had hope: that the redhead was simply going about dealing with his problems in the wrong way. But, it was just as possible that he was a hellion, looking to cause as much damage and chaos as he possibly could. Be it for his own personal gains, or even a bout of ennui. He could be dangerous, she knew that... and he was definitely reckless. There was no telling what he might do, if backed into a corner. That was what she should have been worried about. But instead, she chose to focus on a less concerning question. Instead, she thought about interior decorating. And meanwhile, she bandaged her wound.
It wasn't bleeding much, no. But more than enough for her to not want it staining her clothes. A couple popped stitches wasn't so bad, but they happened to be fairly close together, and now Jak could see that the wound was starting to spread apart a bit, no longer held in place by the plasticy threads. The cruiser obviously had a first aid kit, a damn well-stocked one, at that, and Jak was able to get the problem mostly taken care of... but she couldn't bring herself to use the suture kit. She could stand a lot of pain. She could get knocked across a room and keep on kicking... but something about stabbing herself just sounded like more than she could take, at the moment. So her eyes turned back to the stars.
It was weird.
In movies, they always showed FTL travel so... cinematically. She supposed that was the point. It always looked so impressive and forboding, with an air of danger. But looking at it in real life? Other than that feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she just couldn't shake... It was peaceful. Contemplative. Silent.
Jak turned on the radio, a voice crackling onto the airwaves.
"GOOOOOOOOD MORNING, MY BRAVE GALAXY!" the bombastic man cheered, "You're back with Zozo the Gambler, bringing you-"
Jak turned off the radio.
It wasn't very long before she would be at Trillium. She'd secure her ship, make sure the kid didn't ding it up, and then, she could do whatever she needed to track him down. She reasoned that he couldn't have gotten far, but in the few minutes she knew him, he had managed to steal her ship... so she supposed that was more hopeful thinking. By now, he could already be halfway to Stella on another stolen ship. Or even trying another stunt like before, in Trillium. Or, he could be dead, the Discovalente a mass of flaming scrap sticking out the side of a building. Jak closed her eyes and breathed deep. Yep. She definitely needed the distraction. Obnoxious DJ be damned.
Jak turned on the radio, the sounds of jazz playing softly from the dash.