Kuragari Wrote:Name- Madeline Winters
Gender- Female
Race- Feline
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Bio- Born into a family of merchants who criss crossed their native sector of the galaxy, Madeline's grown up quite used to the idea of travelling through space. What she lacked however, was actual adventure and excitement. Her parents dealt in simple and safe trades, and flew the routes usually well patrolled. It was generally boring, if profitable enough to always keep them going.
Once she was old enough, she took a small loan from her father, and bought her own ship so she could go out and adventure. She's only been at it for a few months, but she's already making a name as a mercenary willing to take on just about any kind of job for the right price and the promise of adventure and excitement!
Ship- Swift Talon
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You've been short changed again! Life as a freelance mercenary was supposed to be fun and exciting, but instead lately you've found yourself doing jobs about as interesting as the family business but with half the financial security. No questions asked jobs regularly turn out to be regular businesses looking to take advantage of minimum disclosure to get out of paying you in full, rather than the daring smuggling escapades you had hoped for.
You had enough to just about refuel the Swift Talon and grab some takeaway before heading off to find brighter stars to try and get work in, but despite all your work so far, job requests that came to you were still few and far between. You check your email to see if anyone was chasing you up. Spam, spam, porn, spam, pornographic spam... unless you wanted to switch careers to a janitor or stripper, there didn't seem to be any legitimate job offers being sent your way at the moment. And it looks like you need to get a better spam filter.
Still, its not like you have no options. Yoska station was just a hop, skip and a jump away and its usually got a job or two that would suit a merc like yourself. At least to keep the engines running until you make it big.
Its on that journey, however, you notice an erroneous reading that your ship seemed to be picking up. It seemed faint but definitely regular enough to indicate some kind of pattern, just not one your systems recognised. As you travelled on, however, it distinctly got easier to read. Definitely a signal of some kind, but being broadcast with some kind of technology your systems didn't immediately recognise. Moving the ship to try and trace the source of the signal, you eventually see your ships indicator light up to alert you to an incoming message. Whatever it was, it was somehow adapting itself to be registered by your ship.
The message came through as audio only at first. Though distorted, it was unmistakeably a young woman's voice. You couldn't make out the words, though once again, as you listened, the signal adapted itself to your systems, auto translating itself and an unbelievable rate. "Help ... ems failing ... adrift ... need immediate ... If anyone can hear this ... please ... all alone."
A distress signal from a completely unknown source. Now this was exciting.