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CLASS:
Regent (Used)
CREW:
10
MISSN:
Exploration/Survey
CAPTN:
Jax Burton

ID:
Jax Burton
AGE:
36
POSITION:
Project Lead

Jax Burton comes from a low income household from one of the many farms on Planet Denver. Even from a young age, he had ambitions that he would always be told out-stripped his place in society. Determined to prove them wrong, he pulled himself up by the bootstraps and managed to secure himself a foothold within the LSF at the age of 24 after serving under the LPI, then the Navy afterwards. However, following the events surrounding Erie, he tendered his resignation due to disagreements with leadership on how the situation was handled.

When he separated from the LSF, he retreated to home base on Planet Denver where, for a few months, he helped his family run the farm. However, his ambitions would once again come to the forefront and he founded Horizons LTD. with himself as the sole employee. The companies purpose was to explore and survey every known region of space. Using his connections from his time in the LSF, he sourced just over one million credits, plus his life-savings. With these credits, he purchased and retrofitted an aging Regent Luxury Liner heading for the scrapyards.

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ID:
Mike Hawthorne
AGE:
29
POSITION:
Executive Officer

Captain Mike Hawthorne is a close friend of Jax which is ironic considering their backgrounds couldn't be any different. The two went through training together aboard West Point during their days serving in the Navy. However, where Jax came from humble beginnings, Mike came from an affluent family living on Manhattan. Hating the decadence that his family members threw around, he elected to join the Liberty Navy, effectively throwing away any future fortune after he was disowned by his influential father following his graduation from West Point.

Recently separated from the Navy, he has joined Jax's company with the position being Executive Officer, or XO. A military man through and through, he runs a tight ship and ensures that crew discipline is top notch. He works hand in hand with Charles Bentley, the Security Chief aboard the Horizon Seeker, to ensure that everyone is prepared for any event in which violence is necessary such as any attempted boarding of third parties, pirating attempts, and otherwise.

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ID:
Tiffany Kubota
AGE:
23
POSITION:
Science Officer

Tiffany Kubota is often jokingly referred to as the brains of the entire Horizons Project. Being the science officer, and the only non Liberty personnel on the project, she is often overlooked concerning any task other than scientific problems. Though, despite her small stature and upbringing, her personality is often larger than life and boisterous to boot. She was born to two Samura scientists on Planet Junyo. However, there were complications with her birth as her right arm was malformed due to a birth defect and needed to be removed. Despite this, her parents connections within the greater scientific communities in Kusari enabled her to get various cybernetic prostetics which were all cutting edge throughout her childhood. Following the collapse of the scientific community in 824 due to the seizure of Kurile by the GMG, her parents elected to retire early instead of journeying out to join another scientific study.

She was intending to join Samura as her parents did when she was contacted by an LSF agent she had met when she first began her internship with a subsidiary of Samura. Jax Burton had stayed on Junyo following a classified mission some years prior and had left an impression on the young woman. He got to know her during his stay and after his departure the two had kept in touch through the years. Jax was preparing a journey to the possible edge of known space and despite her specializations in Marine Biology much like her parents before her, she yearned for discovering mysteries in the great beyond. She quickly agreed to join the crew in their wanderlust to the great beyond.

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ID:
Charles Bentley
AGE:
34
POSITION:
Security Officer

While much of the crews histories are known, Charles Bentley is an enigma wrapped in a mystery. Refusing to elaborate how he knows Jax, and Jax doing the same, the past of Bentley is unknown. The truth of the matter is he was once an underworld smuggler with connections to various shady organizations throughout Sirius. However, during a particularly violent operation gone wrong, many of those connections now want him dead. Seeing an opportunity to reinvent himself, Charles Bentley was born with Jax utilizing his former contacts and favors to ensure that the man had a squeaky clean record.

Bentley works closely with Mike Hawthorne to ensure that the crew is prepared for any event in which violence is required. The duo's pasts mesh well together with their considerable histories from both sides of the law. The two are often found "debating" the rights and wrongs of various theoretical situations with neither willing to give ground on their beliefs. While it hasn't come to blows yet, Jax has warned if it does then they will both have to suffer the consequences.

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ID:
Tori Shumaker
AGE:
28
POSITION:
Chief Engineer

Tori Shumaker is the last of the senior crew aboard the Horizon Seeker. Her position is that of Chief Engineer and she was the first of the crew to come onboard shortly after the ships purchase. She put her considerable knowledge of her past life as a Junker into retrofitting and converting the aging Regent frame into what it is now. She grew up as a Junker aboard Rochester in New York and had a chance encounter with Jax during a particularly violent encounter with a Xeno raider. Jax managed to save her by neutralizing the errant raider, but scanned her and noticed the illegal contraband in her hold. He'd given her a choice at the time, surrender the cargo and get arrested, or keep the cargo, sell it, and work for him as an operative. Considering her options, she chose the latter choice. When Jax retired, she had been cut loose to continue her career as a Junker. However, during their tenure together, they had formed a close relationship that bordered on romantic.

When Jax reached out to her offering her the position of Chief Engineer on the Horizon Seeker, she jumped at the opportunity to be with Jax again. She claims that the reason she jumped at the opportunity was to be able to work on a Regent, but it's apparent her reasons for joining the crew. She often butts heads with Tiffany Kubota on the finer points of engineering and the two can often be found hurling insults at one another from across the engineering and science bays on any given day.

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Location: Militärkomplex, Planet Stuttgart



"Herr Admiral, one of your guests has arrived."
"Bring him up, Badstuber." Gunter closed the intercom.

Located on the highest floor in the Military headquarters of Stuttgart, Gunter Kunrad walked from his desk towards the window. The view showed other tall skyscrapers close to the one he inhabited. Further away- to his shagrin were the forever going farm fields, ran by Synth Foods. He vowed to one day evict the Liberty corporation once and for all, but all due in time. Heavy taxations, Gallic food imports and his secret collaboration with the Landwirtrechtbewegung hurted his nemesis, but not enough for Synth to pull out yet.

He snapped out of his thoughts and walked towards the door to welcome the first of his 2 guests.

The office itself was of a traditional, Rheinlandish style. Brutalist yet with a luxurious flair. Going through the entrance, one could see the lounge table and seats with a view outside through the wide window on it's right. Perfect to create a relaxed athmosphere during meetings.

At the end of the room, passing the lounge area, Gunter's desk was simple compared to the rest of the room, but it's sturdy, granite material also gave off a flair of authority, fitting to his rank. On top of the desk wasn't too much special: A portable hologram, a small lamp and a picture of his family on Holstein. The wall behind his desk displayed some medals, pictures with old military comrades throughout his career and a large, steel pitchfork that felt out of place, yet reminded him of his farmer's past.

The door opened with Adjudant Badstuber entering, followed by another man. "Your first guest, Admiral."



// This is the follow-up meeting of previous roleplay between Phoenix, DHC and RM:
https://discoverygc.com/forums/showthrea...tid=202400
https://discoverygc.com/forums/showthrea...tid=204547

Name
Date of Birth
Place of Birth

Lucas Garmendia was born on April 15, 791 AS in the city of El Salvador on Planet Crete into a noble family. Thanks to the wealth of his family, he attended the best schools Crete has to offer and studied ‘Economics and Logistics’ at the prestigious ‘Universidad di economía, Iraklío’. After successful completion of his university studies, Lucas first started working for a smaller space logistics company in Iraklío, mainly doing simple supply missions to space stations within the Omicron Gamma system. After several years at this company, he accepted an offer from military organization ‘The Deterrence’ to join their ranks as a Logistics Officer. His new position opened up new possibilities for him, such as more challenging endeavours. Having proven his ability to plan and execute logistics operations, he was now assigned to supply more distant Outposts of the Corsair Imperio such as as Cadiz Base in Omega-5, Petra Base in Sigma-15, and Lagos Depot in Sigma-13. When serving as second in-command for an operation to explore uncharted systems, the designated commanding officer had to cancel his participation on short notice due to an immediate medical emergency. Lucas took over the command and successfully completed the mission to retrieve yet unknown, alien crystals and organic capacitors, while bringing back home all ships and crew members safely. His good work did not remain unnoticed and he is nowadays a well-trusted, leading Logistics Officer in charge of risky mining and exploration missions to unexplored systems as well as larger mining operations and convoys across Sirius.

A brief pause. Gallic, spoken in a northern dialect, over the commlink.


Another brief pause. A guffaw.


The man on the other side of the commlink raises a hand and speaks a few words in farewell; the speaker lightly bows his head.
The transmission ends, the blue light of the holographic feed vanishing in midair as the projector retracts into its panel, returning the low lacquered wood table to its traditional form.

Reaching for an inner pocket of his haori, the young man pulls out a small piece of cloth and sets about cleaning the lenses of his glasses, a self-satisfied smile on his face.


A shoji slides to the side, a bright-eyed girl peeks around the paper door with a curious look on her face.


He squints slightly, then nods and grins.


Iris tilts her head, uncertain; he smiles understandingly.


Hancock pockets the cloth back and returns the now polished lenses to their rightful place, over his eyes. Tinged orange-pink and rimmed in brass, those round glasses of his almost always adorn his face and conceal his gaze; whether this is a mere stylistic choice or a ploy to gain an edge in negotiations, he's never said.
He beckons her to enter, as he rises from his cushion to his feet, and moves over to the opposite wall.


While he pushes aside wooden panelings, revealing more rooms past his office, she takes off her shoes - a pair of worn, white sneakers, bearing the emblem of one Bretonian Astronomical institute - and gingerly makes her way in.

She never feels particularly comfortable in those areas of the ship: tailored as they are to resemble the interiors of Kusari stations and buildings, in accordance with mister Fitzgerald's preferences, the abundance of furniture and objects and artworks always makes her worry about tripping and breaking some painstakingly curated diminutive potted tree or tear apart some incomprensibile yet gorgeous antique scroll.
At times, she mused often, it feels more like a museum than actual quarters for guests and crews... it is very pretty, though. And he's always nice about it, too.


Now at his side, with the walls parted to reveal an ample view of the space outside the ship, she is treated to a view of Galileo.


He nods, his hands resting at his sides.


She glances over at him as he speaks, and is reminded of that painting, with a cheeky smile. She'd sneaked in a look or two before it was ready to be displayed on this deck, and earned herself one of the artist's trademark glacial stares.


Hancock beams, equal parts in surprise and appreciation. The girl shrinks.


From her darkening expression and reticence, the entrepreneur joins two and two together, thinking better of inquiring further. The one she might have learnt from, if his thinking is correct, is still unaccounted for, as was the ship she served with.
She has never forgiven herself for her failure to find them.


Iris remained silent, her mood swiftly changed from dejection to rapt attention.
The stories about humanity's cradle, true or fantasy though they might have been, always fired up her imagination.
In this case, also because she'd like to know why the history lesson.


The young man adjusts his spectacles, leaning forward as a flash of light in the distance catches his eye. Trade lanes flaring up.


He grins, proudly. A pair of Transports emerges from the superluminal tunnel and sets course for the mooring points of the nearby station, while a Scraper zips past them on the way to the field.


Iris smiles sheepishly at her own pun. Hancock chuckles, amused, still electrified by the success of his venture.


A chime rings out from behind them, a yellow light blinking from the rim of the desk.
They turn around. Eyebrows raised at the timing, Hancock nods with satisfaction before turning to his explorer.


Flashing a brief smile, Iris takes her leave from the room. Her boss watches her, returning the smile, then turns his gaze outside the windows once more.
Golden trails of engines lit up the gloom of Galileo, his eyes following them on their path.