A Calderon is You

[Psyckosama]

Rerunning a game I ran long ago...


Due to an act of Alien Space Bat you find yourself in an interesting situation. It seems that there was an unforeseen accident involving the bi-annual Hose Calderon family reunion BBQ, a Mule class Dropship with engine problems, and about five kilotons of processed hydrogen. Needless to say, almost the entire house was vaporized, except for you.

1. Gender (1-3 = female; 4-6 = male)

2. Hair Colour (1 = redhead; 2 = blond(e), 3 = dirty blond(e), 4) Light Brown, 5 = Dark Brown, 6 = Black)

3. Eye Color (1 = Green, 2-3 = Blue, 4-6 = Brown)

4. Origin (consult chart below)

5. Age 18 + d6 (minus seven years for those who are under age)

6. Height (5'0" +3d6 inches for males, +2d6 for females) Those who are underage should adjust as needed.

7. Weight (80 lb + 2d6xnumber of inches above 5'0" tall x 2 for males) Those who are underage should adjust as needed.

8. Year. (1 = 3011, 2 = 3025, 3 = 3031, 4 = 3037. 5 = 3049, 6 = 3055)

The date is February 3rd. The accident happened in late December.

1) Distant Cousin: You're from a side branch of the family so distant you're barely on the tree at all. You tend to be a complete unknown and there are serious questions as to your capability.

2) Royal Bastard: You were born the illegitimate child of a commoner and an unknown father. Turns out he's someone important. Your story makes you popular among the masses but those in power tend to think of you as an over-glorified peasant writ large.

3) Legitimate Heir: You are a close relation the current protector and were on the short list to rule. You were lucky enough to have been stuck in traffic when the rest of your family got wiped. While you didn't have anything to do with it, your survival is seen as awful convenient.

4) Fed-Rat Exile: About fifty years ago your grandfather started openly questioning the decisions of his first cousin, who was the protector at the time. While he did not enter into any open rebellion, his distention was enough to get him kicked out of the country. While you are technically close to the main branch of the family tree, the fact that you were born and raised in the Federated Suns makes it pretty apparent that they're scraping the bottom of the barrel.

5) Underage: You're perfect legitimate to rule, and there are not questions as to why you were not at the Barbecue, due to a physical injury. The problem is that you're also a couple years shy of being old enough to take the throne, and you're not sure if the regent is looking out entirely for your best interests.

6) Fake: You're actually not a Calderon at all. Instead you have been covertly slipped onto the family records as a distant member, and "discovered" while they were combing the records for a valid heir. Your record is decent enough that there are few questions as to your right to rule, but if the secret should ever come out...

You may choose to reroll your origin and era once and choose the one you like, to avoid having characters who are too similar or forcing you to play in an awkward era. Please head each post with the name of your character and avoid using the same names.

 

[fitzgerald]

I'm in!

Now to try and roll dice whilst on my phone.
[dice]1530[/dice]
[dice]1531[/dice]
[dice]1532[/dice]
[dice]1533[/dice]

(Bleeping 3055! Twice! Gah! No possible of showing up to Hance's wedding in a Warship now: if only to mock the Terran's and go "real shame if I had show up here and wreck the Court of the Star League")

A twenty year old female, dirty blonde with brown eyes 5'5" and 120 pounds named Samantha Calderon. Sam's husky voice and short cropped hair are pleasantly attractive but not outstanding, and her manner of highly controlled movements reminiscent of a highly trained spacer.


A recent graduate of the Taurian Naval Institute on New Vandenberg with high honors Samantha is a hot shot Leopard pilot officer who is noted for treating it more like an ASF than a dropship carrying cargo. Superior officers planned on pushing Sam into the TCN's assault squadrons away from easily bruised ground-pounders.

Her elevation into the role of Protector was in fact a complete surprise, mostly because Samantha is in fact not an actual Calderon but a Wolfnet agent. A long term agent who was meant to be in a mostly passive intelligence gathering role Samantha's true parents are in fact unknown. In fact Samantha doesn't even know if she's a Trueborn or natural born since her sibko on Outreach mixed both (is she actually a Calderon or not? I certainly don't) and records were destroyed in the recent Dragoons Civil War on Outreach.

Now however Samantha is determined to do her duty to the best of her abilities, ignoring for now the questions of how she'll respond to her divided loyaties

 

[Psyckosama]

You can reroll that 3055 until you get a different result.

The idea is to give you two options, not to laugh at your poor luck.

And if you have a preferred era you can ask.

You can also reroll that origin if you like... (I'd almost rather you did to be honest. Be easier for the GM. Hint.)

 

[fitzgerald]

You can reroll that 3055 until you get a different result.

The idea is to give you two options, not to laugh at your poor luck.

And if you have a preferred era you can ask.

You can also reroll that origin if you like... (I'd almost rather you did to be honest. Be easier for the GM. Hint.)

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3011 would be ideal actually.

As for Origin I'm a ok with the bland Distant. Cousin route.

 

[drakensis]

Rolls

Gender: (2) Female
Hair Colour: (1) Redhead
Eye Colour: (1) Green
Origin: (2) Royal Bastard
Age: (5) 23
Height: (1+1) 5'2"
Weight: (1+5) 92 lb
Year: (1) 3011

Kaede Kanzaki (Calderon) is no more a scot than she appears and no more japanese than her name. She also had absolutely no expectation there was Calderon blood in her family, her mother having gotten drunk and then knocked up at a college party. Giving up first college and then her daughter, Kaede's mother followed this up by signing up with a Canopian circus as crew and hasn't been seen since leaving New Vandenberg. Raised by her maternal grandparents, Kaede was fortunately not of a similar character and completed both college and teacher training near the head of her class. She was in the second year of teaching English at a pretty decent secondary school when the Calderons were wiped out.

 

[overmind]

Can only players post, or can we post as well?

 

[Psyckosama]

Can only players post, or can we post as well?

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You can comment.

Also, Drac, to make it more interesting would you be willing to run me?

 

[Psyckosama]

3011 would be ideal actually.

As for Origin I'm a ok with the bland Distant. Cousin route.

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Alright. Fine.

 

[overmind]

You can comment.

Also, Drac, to make it more interesting would you be willing to run me?

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Awesome. I loved the last Calderon game, looking forward to more shenanigans.

 

[drakensis]

You can comment.

Also, Drac, to make it more interesting would you be willing to run me?

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Sorry, I'm running another Battletech game at the moment back on SB. I really can't run two at any level.

 

[Psyckosama]

Sorry, I'm running another Battletech game at the moment back on SB. I really can't run two at any level.

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Crap.

 

[bzzt3421]

Rolls.

1. 5 = Male.
2. 3 = Dirty Blonde.
3. 2 = Blue.
4. 2 = Royal Bastard.
5. 1 = 19 Years.
6. 1,1,6 = 5'8"
7. 2,5 = 80+7*8*2 = 192 pounds.
8. 3 = 3031

Just for fun. Kind of wanted 3011, but oh well that's the dice. Alejandro Diaz was a normal boy growing up, sure the lack of a father was different, but his mother's love more then made up for it. Raised and educated in the Taurus school system, Alejandro(Ro to his friends), grew to be fiercely proud of country, immediately signing up to fulfill his mandatory military service after graduation. Aiming for a spot in the Engineering corps with an eye for using the experience to further his education later on, no one was more surprised then him, when after three months after basic and just getting used to his new duties, Ro was unceremoniously escorted off base by a bunch of scary looking men in black suits.

 

[Psyckosama]

You can roll twice for origin you know.

 

[Psyckosama]

3011 would be ideal actually.

As for Origin I'm a ok with the bland Distant. Cousin route.

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Roll for it.

Rolls.

1. 5 = Male.
2. 3 = Dirty Blonde.
3. 2 = Blue.
4. 2 = Royal Bastard.
5. 1 = 19 Years.
6. 1,1,6 = 5'8"
7. 2,5 = 80+7*8 = 136 pounds.
8. 3 = 3031

Just for fun. Kind of wanted 3011, but oh well that's the dice. Alejandro Diaz was a normal boy growing up, sure the lack of a father was different, but his mother's love more then made up for it. Raised and educated in the Taurus school system, Alejandro(Ro to his friends), grew to be fiercely proud of country, immediately signing up to fulfill his mandatory military service after graduation. Aiming for a spot in the Engineering corps with an eye for using the experience to further his education later on, no one was more surprised then him, when after three months after basic and just getting used to his new duties, Ro was unceremoniously escorted off base by a bunch of scary looking men in black suits.

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OOC need to adjust the weight for males. Make that 192lbs...

Currently on Burton, Alejandro finds himself flown to the capitol via dropship where he's finds himself met by the noble ruler of the planet, Lady Miranda Jones, the local Comstar Precentor, and the planetary military commander, Colonel Patrick Sterling of the Concordat Jaegers.

"Private Diaz. Please sit down," he's ordered.

The Colonel Sterling takes a deep breath and turns to him. "At ease, solider."

He nods and your guards leave.

Lady Miranda takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"As you know, on December 21st there was a disaster that wiped out all known members of House Calderon. Currently the nation is on the brink of civil war. Some factions think that it was the Fedsuns. Others the Capallans. Others are accusing their countrymen. Others still just want to move on, call it an accident, and accept the finality of what happened. Others still are plumbing the family records looking for any vague relationship with which to claim the protectorship."

He takes a deep breath and looks to the Precentor when then continues.

"Three days ago, my holy ordered executed the will of one James Calderon. In it he spoke of an illegitimate son whom was to be granted an indemnity upon his death. The reasons for this indemnity were to be kept secret as not to endanger the inheritance of his legitimate issue. You are that son, and as his legitimate issue are all diseased, you are now his only remaining heir..."

Lady Miranda doesn't even give him time to react before cutting in. "Thank you Precentor. As you may or may not know, James Calderon, your father, was Thomas Calderon's first cousin. Some will contest your legitimacy in court, but by law you are the most valid remaining heir to the legacy of House Calderon and the Rulership of the Taurian Concordant."

Rolls

Gender: (2) Female
Hair Colour: (1) Redhead
Eye Colour: (1) Green
Origin: (2) Royal Bastard
Age: (5) 23
Height: (1+1) 5'2"
Weight: (1+5) 92 lb
Year: (1) 3011

Kaede Kanzaki (Calderon) is no more a scot than she appears and no more japanese than her name. She also had absolutely no expectation there was Calderon blood in her family, her mother having gotten drunk and then knocked up at a college party. Giving up first college and then her daughter, Kaede's mother followed this up by signing up with a Canopian circus as crew and hasn't been seen since leaving New Vandenberg. Raised by her maternal grandparents, Kaede was fortunately not of a similar character and completed both college and teacher training near the head of her class. She was in the second year of teaching English at a pretty decent secondary school when the Calderons were wiped out.

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When she gets home from work she finds a man in a white robe waiting for her holding a datapad.

"Excuse me, ma'am but I have been sent with a Gamma priority HPG message to be hand delivered to you personally. It is from your mother."

Such a message is not cheap to send. In fact, it's pretty astronomical. Not only does it get bumped to the top of the queue, only below military and top level civilian traffic, but to actually have an actual Comstar adept personally deliver it door to door would boot it into the realm of what most common folk would consider conventionally astronomical.

Assuming she takes it, it reads.

"My beloved daughter. I must apologize for not being part of your life. If you hate me I understand. I've never been much of a mother to you, but just this once I want you to do exactly what I say. I want you to go to the nearest hospital and demand a gene screening and a full linage match battery to be overseen by Comstar. I've already wired the money. It's all I have so please, just this once, understand that I'm doing everything I can to be a mother. When you are a baby, I wanted nothing more than to give you the world. This is my chance to do it. Please, trust me."

 

[drakensis]

When she gets home from work she finds a man in a white robe waiting for her holding a datapad.

"Excuse me, ma'am but I have been sent with a Gamma priority HPG message to be hand delivered to you personally. It is from your mother."

Such a message is not cheap to send. In fact, it's pretty astronomical. Not only does it get bumped to the top of the queue, only below military and top level civilian traffic, but to actually have an actual Comstar adept personally deliver it door to door would boot it into the realm of what most common folk would consider conventionally astronomical.

Assuming she takes it, it reads.

"My beloved daughter. I must apologize for not being part of your life. If you hate me I understand. I've never been much of a mother to you, but just this once I want you to do exactly what I say. I want you to go to the nearest hospital and demand a gene screening and a full linage match battery to be overseen by Comstar. I've already wired the money. It's all I have so please, just this once, understand that I'm doing everything I can to be a mother. When you are a baby, I wanted nothing more than to give you the world. This is my chance to do it. Please, trust me."

Click to shrink...

Kaede is tempted - very very tempted - to throw the message in the trash and forget about it. However, when she checks she finds that the money is there and using it for anything else would feel vaguely immoral - the sort of selfish thing she thought her mother would do.

So she makes an appointment at the hospital for the requested test, overseen by ComStar and then does her best to forget about it until the time of the appointment.

 

[Psyckosama]

Kaede is tempted - very very tempted - to throw the message in the trash and forget about it. However, when she checks she finds that the money is there and using it for anything else would feel vaguely immoral - the sort of selfish thing she thought her mother would do.

So she makes an appointment at the hospital for the requested test, overseen by ComStar and then does her best to forget about it until the time of the appointment.

Click to shrink...

The test goes off as planned and then they run the screen.

She gets a good view of seeing the medtech's eyes almost bulge from his head as his face goes ghostly pale as he runs it past Comstar's genetic records. The man makes an amused choking sound in reaction.

The Comstar adept's reaction is a it more subdued but his eyes have widened somewhat with shock.

"Oh my."

Kaede is able to look over their shoulders and sees for her first time the name of her father.

Shane Calderon.

The late Protector Thomas Calderon's uncle.

 

[drakensis]

The test goes off as planned and then they run the screen.

She gets a good view of seeing the medtech's eyes almost bulge from his head as his face goes ghostly pale as he runs it past Comstar's genetic records. The man makes an amused choking sound in reaction.

The Comstar adept's reaction is a it more subdued but his eyes have widened somewhat with shock.

"Oh my."

Kaede is able to look over their shoulders and sees for her first time the name of her father.

Shane Calderon.

The late Protector Thomas Calderon's uncle.

Click to shrink...

"That's not funny. Where are the real results?"

She studies their faces.

"You mean these are the real results?"

...

"My mother is a moron. An idiot! A cretin! Why would she set me up to find this out like this? Argh!" Kaede tries to think of anything she knows about Shane Calderon, other than the fact he's probably among the Calderons recently annouced to have died in the accident.

 

[bzzt3421]

OOC need to adjust the weight for males. Make that 192lbs...

Currently on Burton, Alejandro finds himself flown to the capitol via dropship where he's finds himself met by the noble ruler of the planet, Lady Miranda Jones, the local Comstar Precentor, and the planetary military commander, Colonel Patrick Sterling of the Concordat Jaegers.

"Private Diaz. Please sit down," he's ordered.

The Colonel Sterling takes a deep breath and turns to him. "At ease, solider."

He nods and your guards leave.

Lady Miranda takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"As you know, on December 21st there was a disaster that wiped out all known members of House Calderon. Currently the nation is on the brink of civil war. Some factions think that it was the Fedsuns. Others the Capallans. Others are accusing their countrymen. Others still just want to move on, call it an accident, and accept the finality of what happened. Others still are plumbing the family records looking for any vague relationship with which to claim the protectorship."

He takes a deep breath and looks to the Precentor when then continues.

"Three days ago, my holy ordered executed the will of one James Calderon. In it he spoke of an illegitimate son whom was to be granted an indemnity upon his death. The reasons for this indemnity were to be kept secret as not to endanger the inheritance of his legitimate issue. You are that son, and as his legitimate issue are all diseased, you are now his only remaining heir..."

Lady Miranda doesn't even give him time to react before cutting in. "Thank you Precentor. As you may or may not know, James Calderon, your father, was Thomas Calderon's first cousin. Some will contest your legitimacy in court, but by law you are the most valid remaining heir to the legacy of House Calderon and the Rulership of the Taurian Concordant."

Click to shrink...

OOC: Adjusted.

As silence permeated the room, Alejandro wished that it would start spreading in his head, as various bits of mind were screaming. Taking a deep breathe to steady himself, Alejandro spoke with a calm he did not feel.

"Legally valid? That doesn't exactly sound like a great justification to put some Calderon by blow into the most powerful position in the Condordat. I mean I don't even know the first thing about a ruling a nation, and yet you expect me to somehow convince the people to accept me as their new Proctecter? That's just, I..."

Rubbing his face with his hand in exasperation, Alejandro turns to Lady Miranda.

"You said that we're at the brink of civil war, I knew that things were getting tense. But, are you really being serious? That wasn't some kind of ploy, right? Because that's, that's literally the only reason I can think of, why someone of your station would want to take some random bastard off the metaphorical streets and parade him around as the heir to the throne. Are we really looking at war here?"

 

[fitzgerald]

Alright. Fine.

Click to shrink...

Origin Year Roll, I meant year roll
[dice]1556[/dice]

3025, Distant Cousin

Ensign Samantha Calderon of the New Vandenberg branch of the family is a recent graduate of the Taurian Naval Institute with high honors. A hot shot Leopard pilot who treats the 1700 Dropship as if it was an ASF has had Sam quickly assigned to the TCNs assault squardrons away from the finicky ground-pounders. Apart from that Sam's also a classically trained violin player whose skill is good but nothing to go professional with.

A twenty year old female, dirty blonde in a pixie cut with brown eyes 5'5" and 120 pounds sopping wet Sam's features are pleasantly attractive but not outstanding, and her manner of highly controlled movements reminiscent of a highly trained spacer.


(OOC: Sorry for any trouble)

 

[drakensis]

as his legitimate issue are all diseased, you are now his only remaining heir..."

Click to shrink...

Have they considered penicillin?

 

[Psyckosama]

"That's not funny. Where are the real results?"

She studies their faces.

"You mean these are the real results?"

...

"My mother is a moron. An idiot! A cretin! Why would she set me up to find this out like this? Argh!" Kaede tries to think of anything she knows about Shane Calderon, other than the fact he's probably among the Calderons recently annouced to have died in the accident.

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"it's probable that she was... encouraged to keep your existence a secret," the Adept says after a moment, "And right now the Concordant is so inundated with false claimants that such hard evidence is the only way to ensure that you are recognized as the valid heir. Plus, ask yourself, would you have come here for this test had she told you?"

He picks up a personal cellular and calls in. "I need a full armed VIP escort at the Patrice Calderon Memorial Hospital, ASAP."

She remembers he was something of a playboy... though nothing ever came of it.

Or not.

OOC: Adjusted.

As silence permeated the room, Alejandro wished that it would start spreading in his head, as various bits of mind were screaming. Taking a deep breathe to steady himself, Alejandro spoke with a calm he did not feel.

"Legally valid? That doesn't exactly sound like a great justification to put some Calderon by blow into the most powerful position in the Condordat. I mean I don't even know the first thing about a ruling a nation, and yet you expect me to somehow convince the people to accept me as their new Proctecter? That's just, I..."

Rubbing his face with his hand in exasperation, Alejandro turns to Lady Miranda.

"You said that we're at the brink of civil war, I knew that things were getting tense. But, are you really being serious? That wasn't some kind of ploy, right? Because that's, that's literally the only reason I can think of, why someone of your station would want to take some random bastard off the metaphorical streets and parade him around as the heir to the throne. Are we really looking at war here?"

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"There is a strong push for Grover Shraplen to be elected Protector and he's already sworn vengeance upon Hanse Davion and the Federated Suns. Other quarters would like to see that possibility avoided at all cost."

Origin Year Roll, I meant year roll
[dice]1556[/dice]

3025, Distant Cousin

Ensign Samantha Calderon of the New Vandenberg branch of the family is a recent graduate of the Taurian Naval Institute with high honors. A hot shot Leopard pilot who treats the 1700 Dropship as if it was an ASF has had Sam quickly assigned to the TCNs assault squardrons away from the finicky ground-pounders. Apart from that Sam's also a classically trained violin player whose skill is good but nothing to go professional with.

A twenty year old female, dirty blonde in a pixie cut with brown eyes 5'5" and 120 pounds sopping wet Sam's features are pleasantly attractive but not outstanding, and her manner of highly controlled movements reminiscent of a highly trained spacer.

(OOC: Sorry for any trouble)

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N/P

It's been two months since the death of your entire family. Two months where your entire world was thrown into chaos. The irony is you were saved only by a traffic accident. A bottleneck that prevented you from reacting the reunion on time, but left you close enough to see that dropship falling from the air and exploding in a fireball that shattered the windows of your car and left you in the hospital for two weeks from the power of the shockwave.

And then it was wills and funerals, public appearances, and now, today, you have been officially recognized as the Protector.

Last year, you had to fly your dropship. This year, the entire Concordant.

Have they considered penicillin?

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Quiet you.

 

[drakensis]

"it's probable that she was... encouraged to keep your existence a secret," the Adept says after a moment, "And right now the Concordant is so inundated with false claimants that such hard evidence is the only way to ensure that you are recognized as the valid heir. Plus, ask yourself, would you have come here for this test had she told you?"

He picks up a personal cellular and calls in. "I need a full armed VIP escort at the Patrice Calderon Memorial Hospital, ASAP."

She remembers he was something of a playboy... though nothing ever came of it.

Or not.

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Evidently something did come of it. Someone, rather.

Kaede checks her pockets. On recollection, she's probably got enough money on her for a flight to the nearest drop-port but probably not enough for a ticket to the next planet, much less the Outworlds Alliance or Lyran Commonwealth. Actually, even if she liquidates everything she owns, she probably doesn't have enough for an interstellar ticket.

"What exactly are you calling that escort to do?" she asks in her best 'control the classroom' voice. Being a newly discovered heir isn't going to be safe.

 

[Psyckosama]

Evidently something did come of it. Someone, rather.

Kaede checks her pockets. On recollection, she's probably got enough money on her for a flight to the nearest drop-port but probably not enough for a ticket to the next planet, much less the Outworlds Alliance or Lyran Commonwealth. Actually, even if she liquidates everything she owns, she probably doesn't have enough for an interstellar ticket.

"What exactly are you calling that escort to do?" she asks in her best 'control the classroom' voice. Being a newly discovered heir isn't going to be safe.

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He looks over. "My order has a standing request from the Concordant government to report and provide a bodyguard detail to any - valid - heir we locate... for their own safety... until they can be turned over to a military protection detail."

 

[drakensis]

He looks over. "My order has a standing request from the Concordant government to report and provide a bodyguard detail to any - valid - heir we locate... for their own safety... until they can be turned over to a military protection detail."

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"That's nice but not actually what I asked, Precentor. Because my immediate plans involve going home, calling my boss and explaining I may not make it into work tomorrow and possibly a side order of throwing up. Is this... bodyguard detail going to get in the way of that?"

 

[Psyckosama]

"That's nice but not actually what I asked, Precentor. Because my immediate plans involve going home, calling my boss and explaining I may not make it into work tomorrow and possibly a side order of throwing up. Is this... bodyguard detail going to get in the way of that?"

Click to shrink...

He blinks for a moment then chuckles. "You may use my phone. And they'll hold your hair."

 

[drakensis]

He blinks for a moment then chuckles. "You may use my phone. And they'll hold your hair."

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"We'll see." Kaede turns to the medtech. "Is there anything else to do here? I do have things to do and I believe payment was made in advance?"

 

[katar]

I could use some extra entertainment if you still got room.

Rolls:
1. Roll(1d6)+0:
4,+0
Total:4 Male
2.Roll(1d6)+0:
3,+0
Total:3 dirty blonde hair
3. Roll(1d6)+0:
2,+0
Total:2 Blue eyes
4. Roll(1d6)+0:
2,+0
Total:2 Royal Bastard
5. Roll(1d6)+0:
6,+0
Total:6 age 24
6. Roll(3d6)+0:
1,2,1,+0
Total:4 Height 5'4"
7.Roll(2d6)+0:
6,1,+0
Total:7 weight: 136 pounds
8. Roll(1d6)+0:
1,+0
Total:1 Era 3011.

Jonathan 'Jack' Calderon

Well known as the kid of his father and a highschool girlfriend, he was taken in and well cared for by his father. Hes so far in live been mostly average and was plan-less on what to do after his time in the TDF. thats no longer a issue though....

 

[Psyckosama]

I could use some extra entertainment if you still got room.

Rolls:
1. Roll(1d6)+0:
4,+0
Total:4 Male
2.Roll(1d6)+0:
3,+0
Total:3 dirty blonde hair
3. Roll(1d6)+0:
2,+0
Total:2 Blue eyes
4. Roll(1d6)+0:
2,+0
Total:2 Royal Bastard
5. Roll(1d6)+0:
6,+0
Total:6 age 24
6. Roll(3d6)+0:
1,2,1,+0
Total:4 Height 5'4"
7.Roll(2d6)+0:
6,1,+0
Total:7 weight: 136 pounds
8. Roll(1d6)+0:
1,+0
Total:1 Era 3011.

Jonathan 'Jack' Calderon

Well known as the kid of his father and a highschool girlfriend, he was taken in and well cared for by his father. Hes so far in live been mostly average and was plan-less on what to do after his time in the TDF. thats no longer a issue though....

Click to shrink...

Too many bastards. Please rerroll.

 

[katar]

Too many bastards. Please rerroll.

Click to shrink...

Roll(1d6)+0:
5,+0
Total:5 Underage, new age 17.

 

[Psyckosama]

"We'll see." Kaede turns to the medtech. "Is there anything else to do here? I do have things to do and I believe payment was made in advance?"

Click to shrink...

The tech shakes his head. "N-no ma'am!"

About 10 minutes later she's taken to the roof where a Karnov in Comstar colors is waiting.