Voyage Across The Stars (Accepting!)

[Consulting_Angel]

'Welcome aboard The Sovereign of the Stars. We will shortly be departing, please find your rooms. The staff will be happy to help guide you.'

The Sovereign of the Stars - a luxury starship that is about to embark on a voyage through the stars. Sleek and up-to-date with the latest technology, including security and defence mechanisms, it is perhaps one of the best, yet expensive, space cruises one could be a part of. Departing from the planet Selienus, the journey will take the equivalent of approximately four Earth weeks to arrive at its destination - the touristic holiday planet of Illuvia - a planet covered in iridescent, crystal-like structures and is notoriously difficult to reach - with a few other stops along the way at various other planets.

To take the Sovereign of the Stars through her maiden voyage, is the extensive, highly experienced crew that have been headhunted by the company. You are a part of that crew. At first, things are going smoothly. But what happens when stowaways are discovered in the crew areas? Particularly when it turns out these stowaways were part of the crew of The Atlas, another cruise starship that was said to have gone missing years ago without a trace - conveniently without any memory as to what happened nor of the past few years.
So how and why are they here? Could it be that the two starships are somehow connected? And is The Sovereign in more danger than the crew thought?

[Consulting_Angel]

You may have up to 3 characters, but make sure you can keep up with them all, and only one (1) may be a stowaway. PM to reserve, and all characters to go in the discussion thread.

All types of alien species are permitted. You may choose something that exists in fiction, or something that you have created yourself.
If you choose to create a humanoid species, please ensure they have at least two distinctive attributes that are not just 'unusual' hair/eye/skin colours. I'd love to see what unique traits/species you can come up with!
Up to three humans will be allowed as part of the crew.

The Sovereign of the Stars Crew
Captain: Castor Saros (Consulting_Angel)
First Officer: Niko (bigwig)
Navigator: Jerdana Stone (Consulting_Angel)
Pilot: Celeste (cocogerber13)
Medic: Aurora (iqtrash)
Scientist: Xa'zzak (bigwig)
Scientist:
Chief Engineer:
Engineer: Sorinn Yang (Spiritstar3)
Engineer: Francis (cocogerber13)
Chief Security Officer:
Security Officer: Jezzel Robespiere(Spiritstar3)
Security Officer:

The Stowaways
The Atlas' Captain: Shooting Star within the Dreamless Night (iqtrash)
The Atlas' Pilot: Highest Speed Needle Thread Through The Seven Keyholes (InfectedHau)
The Atlas' Engineer: Kahran Deep-claw (bigwig)
The Atlas' Medic: Aerglo Vega (Consulting_Angel)

[Consulting_Angel]

The Starship
The Sovereign of the Stars is a vast starship with several floors and decks, the lowest deck being exclusively for crew, though the front end of the ship for every floor are also crew-only areas. Higher-ranking officers have their quarters nearer to the bridge, and there are two medic bays, one for the crew and one for passengers. The bridge is where most of the higher-ranking officers work. The front wall of the bridge is almost entirely a window.
It is also fitted with a universal translator, so crew and passengers are able to understand one another easily, as well as teleporter stations to get around the ship easily.

Crew are allowed to use the amenities provided for passengers, of course, provided they are not meant to be working. This includes the vast shopping sector, the several restaurants, indoor swimming pool, gym and library.
There's also viewing decks on the other three sides of the ship for passengers to enjoy the views.

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[Consulting_Angel]

The Sovereign of the Stars has begun her voyage - the crew have already (mostly) been introduced to each other, but still plenty of time to get to know one another properly.
The Stowaway Crew are just beginning to awake.

Castor Saros
The Captain
Location: The Bridge
Tagged: Open

Castor sat in the Captain chair, composed and calm - but inside he was a little giddy. This was the biggest job he'd ever had, let alone been specifically headhunted for by Artemis Enterprises to take command of their newest, luxury starcruiser. Everything was top-of-the-line, brand new and practically directly off the manufacturing factory. He'd hardly believed it was all actually happening until he'd met his new crew and boarded. He had no doubt that his parents were impressed. Or, at least, they would be once they all returned. But there was little time to dwell on any sort of excitement or wistful thinking. He first had to prove himself, ensure the ship, crew and passengers made it from Selienus to Illuvia and back - safely, of course. Perhaps he'd be allowed to stay on, consider the Sovereign of the Stars as 'his' ship indefinitely. That would be in due course. For now, focus.

So far, everything was going smoothly - the best anyone could hope for, of course. It made things much easier for himself and the rest of the crew. A bit of excitement and danger might spice things up, but that was not something he wanted to occur, especially not this early into the voyage. They were making good progress towards their first checkpoint - something that was due to take approximately 3 hours, where he'd have to check in with Artemis Enterprises HQ, to let them know that everything was in working order and that there had been no problems. This was so there was still time to return to Selienus - or have someone dispatched to their location - if there was something wrong, before they went too far. The next point wouldn't be until they reached the first stopover planet, which was another couple of 'Earth days' - though he didn't expect there to be any issues anyway.

Aerglo Vega
Stowaway Medic
Location: Cargo Hold
Tagged: Open

Ugh... their head hurt. Aerglo sat up slowly as they woke up from what felt like a turbulent nap. If it weren't for the fact that they realised they were lying on a cold, hard floor, they probably would have tried to get a bit more sleep in the hopes of it being more restful. Wait... where even were they? Looking around, Aerglo vaguely recognised the space - metal crates stacked all over the place made it clear it was a cargo hold - but how did they get here? The last thing they remembered... well they weren't sure of that. They had been in the medic bay of the Atlas, organising some supplies. There hadn't been a shake, or a crash, or anything like that. No panic or alarms. Just a normal scene of working. It was just a blank spot in their memory, but it also felt kind of instant. One moment working, and the next, waking up in a cargo hold. Was this still the Atlas? It seemed like it, but also, something in the back of their mind told them that it wasn't.

Putting a hand up to their head to rub their temple, something stopped them abruptly. Oh no. They frantically searched around from where they'd sat up, eventually getting to their feet in the hunt for some sort of mirror or otherwise reflective surface. Settling for the side of a particularly shiny crate, even in the slightly distorted reflection, Aerglo let out a soft gasp of shock as they saw some of the larger crystals in the side of their head on the left side were cracked. They gingerly raised a hand to carefully touch the crystals, wincing as they did so, tracing where the cracks were. Tiny, iridescent flakes of broken crystal had embedded themselves into their hair, sparkling sadly, and they unable to pull themselves away from their reflection, even as they heard movement from nearby.

Jerdana Stone
Navigator
Location: The Bridge
Tagged: Open

'The Token Human', Jerdana had thought to herself, but then, there didn't seem to be more than one of a particular species of alien on the ship - at least in the crew anyway - so it probably shouldn't be that shocking, right? She knew many other species considered humans inferior, but that strengthened her will to prove herself just as capable and valid to be part of the crew as everyone else. Especially as this was her first job outside of the Earth's solar system, but they must have seen some sort of talent and skill within her. Anyway, she doubted anyone else had heard of pizza. Except, maybe, the genetically and cybernetically enhanced dog that was the First Officer - for whom she'd already forgotten the name of - but even then she wasn't too sure about that.

Regardless, Jerdana had already put in work right after the introductions and getting settled at her station - plotting the course to the first checkpoint, checking signal maps to ensure they'd avoid asteroid clusters (especially the ones that tended to appear around the Selienus orbit), and then of course keeping an eye on said maps for any obstructions or occurrences that might mean they'd have to change direction or otherwise have to take a new route. It was actually quite interesting watching a couple of other starships that had been departing at a similar time slowly disappear off the signal map. For now, she was satisfied that there wasn't anything that required any intervention from her or anyone else, and she hoped to keep it like that. She'd also decided to begin planning the route for the next leg of the journey, knowing that it was best to have that prepared in advance, and it could always be adjusted as and when.

[InfectedHau]

Highest Speed Needle Thread Through The Seven Keyholes||Stowaway Pilot||Cargo Hold||Tagged: Open

Eosaia were not quiet creatures.

Or rather, they *were* quiet, by the standards of their homeworld. The winds of Darwin IV's upper atmosphere did much to mask the low roar of the engine that burned in their chests, and the frequent ultrasonic pings and clicks of their echolocation. Everywhere else, however, and the effect was something like standing next to a small turbine. Still, Needle made sure her translator's speaker was muted as she celebrated her good fortune, though there was no hiding the strobe-like flashing of her biomarkings.

<And so, the intrepid pilot finds herself stranded, lost and alone, on a foreign ship! How did she get there? She cannot say, for her memory is static and her communication logs are mysteriously blank. What has become of her old ship, and her old crew? Mysteries abound, and at their core lies a plot so sinister, so devious, it threatens the very foundations of the galaxy itself!> She flew a triumphant loop, then paused. <Probably. Hopefully.> This was exactly the sort of thing she'd been waiting for. Mystery, excitement, maybe (if she was lucky) even danger! An excellent story, to be sure, most definitely name-worthy. <But those were thoughts for later,> she continued narrating, <first, she must ascertain the nature of the ship she finds herself on. A pirate vessel? A top-secret deep space blacksite? An ancient relic of a long-dead alien race? She didn't know, and there was only one way to find out.>

Visual inspection didn't turn up much. She was definitely in some sort of cargo hold, though she couldn't indentify any of the markings on the crates stacked around her. An exploratory sonar pulse revealed that the hold was fairly large, large enough she couldn't perceive the other end. A big ship, possibly even as big as the Atlas. No exit around her either, so she'd need to start exploring.

Needle boosted up to the top of the crates, turning her translator implant back on. "Hello?" she called out, her translated voice echoing through the cavernous space as she drifted across the hold, "Can anyone hear me?"

[cocogerber13]

Francis - engineer for The Sovereign - Angusaurian (lizard) ⟡ - Location: Engine Room - Tags: Open

Francis landed on the ground with a soft ’tink’ as his claws clicked on the metal below. The ship had departed without any issues, but that didn’t mean that the engineers could slack off when it came to making sure things were in working order. He had familiarized himself with the locations of each valve, piston, and other components, quadruple-checking that nothing was blocked or moving in a strange way. This was routine habit by now, having started his rounds ever since he had been contacted about working on the vessel. Perhaps his tenacity with every previous ship he had worked on was paying off.

The Angusaurian flexed the claws of each of his four upper limbs, the two robotic ones making a whirrrring with the movement, before heaving a relieved sigh and sending a completed digital checklist to the bridge. He very much doubted that much would change in the few hours it would take before the captain would have to report to their higher-ups, and the smooth sailing would do wonders for the buzz of excitement Francis had felt the weeks leading up to the journey. This engine was not too different from the ones he had worked on before, and it would stay simple so long as his experience with racing modifications wasn’t required. As fun as the hobby was, it had cost the poor reptile two arms. He was ready for a bit of relaxation with this new role and didn’t mind visiting a holiday planet- in fact, he could already imagine himself sunning on one of the great, shining crystals that were advertised on posters and brochures along with the ship’s name. Sure, he wasn’t exactly a guest, but certainly the staff had their fair share of breaks while they were docked- right?

Shaking himself out of his brief daydreaming, Francis inserted the tablet he had been holding back into a panel in the wall and plopped down in a seat just outside the engine room. He would stay here for a while longer, the bulk of his work finished until alarm sirens blared or they decided to make a stop. Maybe, he thought, he would even be able to become better friends with the other staff members. The trip would be quite long after all.

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Celeste - pilot for The Sovereign - Sentient Star Fragment - ⟡ - Location: The Bridge - Tags: Open, Castor, Jerdana

Celeste sat stiffly in the pilot’s seat of the brand new vessel, their arms finally dropping from the controls as autopilot was activated. This was a feature that the star fragment had gotten used to over the past few years of piloting cargo ships, but these new controls had proven a bit of a learning curve for them. While Celeste had memorized the intructions to a T, the celestial had far, far more experience when it came to simple navigation within space, around celestial bodies, and dodging space debris. She knew all too well how gravity and magnetism affected the objects around it, as something that could manipulate such things themself, and all of the control panel’s switches and buttons appeared irrelevant when she could just push it along. With that said, they weren’t entirely sure which of all the crystalline planets they had zipped by was Illuvia, and interspecies communication could certainly pose a problem if the ship’s pilot was… well, not exactly onboard.

Metallic eyelids shut over the light filtering out from the star’s center. Celeste had specifically wanted to learn about the experience of space travel through the lives of other beings, so they would play by the rules for now. A part of these rules seemed awfully keen on something called “teamwork”, something the celestial had experienced mostly within memories that didn’t belong to “her”. Perhaps she would give it a try.

Celeste’s eyes opened again as she fully placed her arms on her thighs, weaving her fingers together and swiveling her chair around to face the rest of the bridge. “I’ve lined us up to our navigated course and put on autopilot. I will continue to monitor the situation, however we have quite a bit of wiggle room between us and any objects that would cause damage. Should be smooth sailing for now.” Their voice hummed, glowing irises settled on Castor before giving a nod of approval towards Jerdana.

[Spiritstar3]

Sorinn Yang- m- 28- Vulcan- Engineer- homosexual; Castor- SO open- dad x mom: Trinity; two younger siblings- he may have human blood in him but no one has ever proven this- location: the engine room- Tags: Francis/open

The handsome but also cute male sighed and shook his head. He was so glad he didn’t need to hide his emotions. He hadn’t had to do so ever since he’d entered Academy years ago. He and his sister had both been able to show their emotions. Shaking his head, he brushed at straight black hair. It reached just past his shoulders, and he honestly liked it longer. The tanned one glanced around for a moment. His brown eyes, the pupils ringed in green, caught sight of the clawed one, Francis; the other engineer. His full lips quirked up a bit. He’d never seen a creature such as Francis. Not until he’d been assigned to this ship, anyway. The Sovereign of the Stars was quite the beauty, and it’s crew was quite interesting.

Shaking his head, he noticed the other hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. He blinked a couple times, then took in a breath. Near silently, he let the breath back out between his lips. Before walking to be a bit closer to the other male alien. He watched as the other put the tablet into a panel in the wall. The other had then sat down in a chair, so now Sorinn decided he should make his presence known. He first smoothed his hands over the uniform. Everyone on ships had uniforms specific to their job/rank. He was no different, but at least he could wear his boots. He could wear boots even when wearing clothes for engineering. Humming quietly, he tapped his foot a bit. The other would likely hear that, but even so he also cleared his throat, before saying “good day.”

Jezzel Robespiere- f- 24- Cosmosin (or Cosmic Cat)- Security Officer- Pan; Star/Night, Aurora, maybe also Celeste- mate/significant other: open- family: dad x mom, and many siblings- location: near/at bridge- Tags: Celeste, Castor, Jerdana, probably Niko

The lovely little female purred as she traipsed along in her cat form. The glow above/in front of her eyes always seemed to startle or discomfort people at first. She supposed it was a bit eerie. It was easier on people when she was in her humanoid form. Shaking her head, she twitched her one chocolate ear, and the red one. The long furred chocolate calico continued to purr. She continued to trot along, until she neared the bridge. She took pause for a moment, her red, chocolate and white tail flicking back and forth. She could hear the others in there. She specifically could hear Celeste speaking. She tilted her head a bit as she listened. Shaking her head, she turned humanoid, and smoothed down her clothes a bit, as they were just a bit ruffled.

The paler, lighter creamy peachy skinned one yawned a bit. She was much like an Earth cat, in that she would want to sleep a lot. However, she had a job to do, so she shook her head. She smacked her cheeks gently a couple times, then moved her hands away from her face. She blinked deeply brown eyes. The third eye of her cat form was not present in this form. She brushed at curly red hair, then called out “Hello,” to Celeste and the others. The Star trail was behind her as usual, and the clusters at her head, neck/throat, and wrists.

[bigwig.]

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎
★ ✧ he/him ✧ first officer ✧ location: the bridge ✧ tags: castor, others mentioned
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The petite dog trotted happily into the Bridge; anywhere he went, his short claws clicked on the smooth floor, making his presence obvious enough to anyone who could hear. The Captain was seated in his chair, and a few others were around as well - though if Niko was being honest, he didn't really remember a whole lot of names yet. Didn't help that some of these species had names that were practically a paragraph long.

Niko sauntered over towards Castor, pausing near him and looking around at the Bridge and its instruments. "Everything in order then, Boss?" He asked aloud. The chipper robotic voice that came from his translator collar was much easier to parse than his usual attempts at speaking organically. His vocal structures had unfortunately gone relatively untouched by the Gekkolanii. Much like his mechanical limbs, he could certainly function without the translator collar, but it made a lot of things easier. This ship did have its own universal translator, but Niko knew that sometimes his attempts at 'speaking' were difficult for even a machine to interpret. He should probably just give in and invest the time in learning a spoken language that was easier on his physiology, like Liio or something.

These big, lavish starliners were leagues above the old buckets of bolts he used to ride back in the day. Warp drive didn't even give you whiplash now! Niko was certainly looking forward to taking advantage of some of the passenger facilities when the had the opportunity. Surely, if he wasn't needed, he'd be able to find something to do for a little while. Though, he would be expected to be present for their check-in with HQ. Afterwards, he might be able to get in a nice nap. There was seldom too much to do on the very first day of a voyage.

[bigwig.]

𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍
★ ✧ he/him ✧ stowaway engineer ✧ location: cargo hold ✧ tags: needle mentioned
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Kahran came to groggily, blinking as his pupils swelled to adjust to the dim light. Even then, his vision didn't manage to clear up all the way. Where were his glasses? The Liio pawed around at the ground, trying to find either his glasses or his goggles; he knew he wouldn't have been working without them. Speaking of which...the last thing he remembered was being in the Atlas' engine room, making sure everything was running smoothly... Kahran lifted his head and sniffed the air. Definitely not the engine room.

In that case...where was he? And how had he gotten here without remembering it? Had there been some sort of accident in the engine room? No...if that had been the case, he should've woken up in the medbay. Kahran cautiously felt his way along what appeared to be a large stack of crates. Must've been the cargo hold.

Kahran was overtaken by a terrible feeling. Something was wrong - very, very wrong. If nothing else, at least he wasn't completely blind without his glasses on. His nearsightedness made it difficult to make out any defining features, though; all he could really perceive around him were various masses of crates and other cargo stacked on top of one another. He heard a voice call from somewhere, but he couldn't quite see anyone who might've been speaking "Hello?" He sought, in his deep, gruff voice. "Is someone else there?"

He took a step forward and felt something crunch slightly under his heavy paw. He shrank back immediately and looked down, but wasn't able to easily make out what it was he'd stepped on. Kahran crouched down and picked up the object - a long leather strap with two shattered lenses and a warped clasp. His engineer's goggles! Unfortunately, they were very much broken; it was too much damage to have solely come from him stepping on them. Kahran held onto them anyway.

[iqtrash]

Shooting Star within the Dreamless Night
600 | f | stowaway captain
crush: n/a | location: cargo hold
tags: needle & kahran | mentions:

There was something wrong. Her body felt heavy, foggy as she felt herself within reconnecting with the flesh. She could hear voices, but couldn’t seem to compute as she rewove herself, reconnecting and becoming one with the human body. “Hmmmph.” Her voice cracked as she struggled, her dark eyes suddenly flying open. Quickly, she checked out her surroundings. There was boxes and the ships ceiling. The floor was cold and rough, her muscles ached as if she had been laying there for sometime. Her brow furrowed as she tried to recall what had lead to this moment, but all she could remember was her crew and the journey they had been on. Although her body protested, she pushed to her feet falling into her role of captain and needing to ensure her crew was alright.

“This is Star, I know I heard someone. Are you alright?” Her voice again cracked from the disuse, but she would not allow her bodies protests stop her from ensuring her crew was safe. “Is anyone injured?”

Aurora
27 | f | medic
crush: n/a | location: medic bay
tags: | mentions:

She twirled around the medical bay as she cataloged supplies and straightened everything to her liking. Humming a tune in seralian, a song of good fortune and health. Her eyes were bright, her smile frightful as she mashed her needle like teeth. The little heels of her pink boots clicked against the tile of the sparkling floor. The space was perfect, although it wouldn’t be getting that much use as they were going to a travel destination. It was all routine and a relaxing trip. Aurora was simply delighted to be traversing from planet to planet, so many people were so unafraid of the world and she craved to be just like them. She was no longer the hunted, but a free spirit sailing among the stars. She continued to hum and dance, not the most graceful, bur what was she to care as no one was watching.