On Board the "Marigold Superior", A governmental transport

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

This ship is run by mostly robots and transports, people, robots, and pretty much anything short and tall. A seperate area in the ship is left off for governmental workers/ machines ect, yet there is somethins odd about the ship that the civilaians are quite strange about. The only real person to talk with on the ship other than the local civilians is the Pilot, Videlle Hausten. The robots dont show and emotions besides that. Pretty much anything can go on on this ship. Trips through meteor feilds, attacks from invading ships(maybe your ship has shut down and wishes to dock ect ect) the possibilities are endless of what can happen here, just go with it the story moves on...

Ship areas:
The Crossridge- (It is like a subway train, moves you to different areas of the ship.0
The Civilian Area(A futuistic city built within the ship.)
The Dock (The only way in and out of the ship)
The Passenger Area (A large area set off for people being transpotred, equipped with bars, "The Star Lounge" the resturaunt within the Passenger area, other places to eat can be reached in the Civilian area.
The Under Bridges (The area where normally no one would be walking unless to fix something. This area is the only area where it is possible to fix the ship manually.)
The Park (A large futuristic park with earthly features)
note*-All the above places may be reached through The Crossridge.
The Bridge-(Where the pilot should be located, yet the ship is normally on auto pilot and unattended by the pilot.)
note**- Any particular objects, rooms, resturaunts, store, hotels ect. ect. may be made up to your likings. I have no restraints on what you make of it.

[White Rabbit]

This reminds me of Doglas Adams' Starship Titanic and also the Golden Heart, with its IID (Infinite Improbability Drive). Yes, yes, I'm a big fan of Mr. Adams, despite the inconvenience of him being dead.

I think you need to add a bit more flesh to the bones (storywise). Where do we start? What/who are we? What are we doing abord the ship? And so on...

[Risp]

Sounds fun. Well, I won't try to join till someone starts off, since I feel it would be wise to know somewhat more about the place first, and perhaps be introduced to some of the civilians and such.

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

Videlle Hausten:(See characters forum for appearance) * A large transport ship echoed in the middle of no where, traveling to random destinations in which certain people with to reach. A woman stood on the bridge looking out. A giant glass like bubble coded the front deck of the ship, yet wasnt easily penetrable., but a great lookout to the stars. She moved to the pilots seat taking her place in the plushy rose colored chair. She lifted her hand to pick up what looked like some sort of announcement system. Peeling the small microphone to her mouth her lips parted and every area on the ship could hear her voice speak out of small voice boxes in every room on the entire ship. "Attention, we are heading to Alpha 7705, once again we are on our was to Alpha 7705. All robots please attend to your transport duties, all civilians keep eye on the nearing meteor feild we will be passing through, thankyou." she set the announcing controller down placing her hand on what looked like a stick shift, getting ready to warp the ship off.*

[Risp]

A fortress, on a planet- somewhere with a thick, stormy atmopshere. It is of massive proportions, made of some sort of strong stone. However, despite it's flying buttresses and towering... towers, it is obviously a modern castle- genuine gothic castles do NOT appear on strange foreign planets and do NOT have built-in spacedocks.
Inside, a figure slaves over various paperwork- evidently, it has yet to be eliminated in the future. A flash of lightning from outside the window illuminates his face and his strange eyes, currently obscured by digital glasses displaying various readouts. He mutters under his breath. "And three shipments of grain are due to the Gahx Traders. Why did we order grain? A military has no need for raw food, we do not have any bakers... I think I can say that that is the shipping cheif trying to embezzle funds. Well, I think he is still under his embezzling allowance for this fiscial year, so he can keep the money." He pauses. "What next? ...Looks like nothing, so I can finally get to that evil workshop-"
The door is knocked down from outside. The person responsible for the knocking shouts "General Rispassis!"
"-Well, well. Ricardo Bomms. We meet again. I trust that you have doing well?" Risp turns. "I sure hope so, for that will make my revenge even more sweet- oh, wait. How many times do I have to tell you? Secret agents and adventurers knock down doors. Messengers knock ON them."
The messenger bows. "I am sorry, General. I have an urgent message from Niza."
"Very well. Hand it over, please. And this time, it better NOT be a bomb."
"Here it is. She told me that it isn't a bomb, so you don't need to worry."
"And why should I trust someone who alternatly tries to assassinate me and sends generous donations to help rebuild the damage? Oh well, that is just one of the risks you have to take. Begone."
As the messenger leaves, Risp stares at the letter. It's envelope is of the white, paper, variety that one seals by licking it. Risp reflects for a moment on the irony of a mad scientist sending him a physical letter by messenger instead of a message over the network, then throws all caution to the wind and rips open the envelope. He takes out the message inside and reads it.
A pause.
Risp's right eye starts to twitch, almost inperceptibly.
"She expects me to procure WHAT for her?"

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

*The ship had been running for a while at this point and fueling needed to be done. The fuel tank was almost done fore, and in the area they were there was almost no change of finding somewhere to fuel 'This is a government transport... Im sure I can reach base and have them send some one.' Videlle thought to her self picking up the announcement phone to speak to the ship passengers. "All passengers please do not be alarmed, all energies that require fuel will be shut down until further notice, the ship will remain here untill we can refuel otherwise." she placed the PA mic down walking up to a robot dressed in a plain maids dress. "Insignia please contact the base."

Insignia- "Will do" she said. A femenine robot, more like an android as she looked human. "Section 53 please contact base!" she said loudly pressing a small bottom down on the table. "Ahem, Sergant Buckley, this is Insignia from Marigold Superior, Videlle would like to have a word..."

Sergant Buckley- "Let me see her through." he stated blantly.

Videlle Hausten- She perked up a little standing with her back up straight. "Sergant Buckley, the Marigold Superior is low on fuel and needs to have another transport sent to refuel."

Buckley- "Your location?" he asked.

Videlle- "Right outside of Alpha 7705, there are no planets in sight that we could reach in time..."

Buckley- "We dont have any ships large enough to bring fuel to fill your tanks... Alpha 7705 is too far away in coordinance to just send a ship out there to fuel you... That ship would run out of fuel in time... Are you sure there are no planets..."

Videlle-"Sir... there is one. But I have no idea what it is, its not on my locator, or star map. The surface looks black... Should I send a shuttle down to check it out sir...

Buckley- "It seems sketchy but you may just have to... Go yourself Vindelle, Im sure you can handle whatever it is that is down there."

Vindelle- "Yes Sergant Buckley I will do my best as usual. Marigold superior out." she said nodding pressing a button to the arm of her chair as the screen hazed out. She looked to Insignia. "You heard the man... take charge of the ship while im gone..." she said boldly. I am taking the Gelsha 1 to this planet. She nodded making was to an automatic slide door in the bacl of the bridge.

Insignia- "Yes Captain, I will take good care of the ship. Oh and... would you like me to inform the passengers."

Vindelle- "No... only if something drastic comes along..." she walked through the door closing behind her.

[Risp]

Risp walks down a hallway, deep in thought. With the stone construction of the fortress, the fluorescent lights evenly spaced down the corridor seem out of place. Risp, however, doesn't stop to notice that. After a few moments he, carelessly, starts to say his thoughts out loud.
"Her tasks have been easy enough so far. 'Get me a few million credits worth of antimatter.' 'Send me a couple of your elite bodyguards, the bounty on my head just doubled.' 'Please distract the Vorstellan Police for me while I go into hiding.' I granted her a few favors, and got repayed well enough in strange experimental weapons and a few rather angsty mutants. But now? I have to search for a certain starship- one she doesn't even know the name of- for a person who she doesn't even know the name of ALSO? ...I wouldn't even expect her to pay attention to cryptic, prophetic dreams anyway. What is she, a psychic? If I dreamt of a person killing me in my dreams and found it so life-like that I still thought so in the morning, I would get a check up- not hire someone to kill that person beforehand."
Risp pauses. He looks out a window for a moment, then straightens. With a sigh he goes on.
"Well, I guess that's what it means to be a mad scientist. I might as well start on this mad manhunt soon. It's not like I have a country to manage or anything."
Risp stops, then notes that he has reached his destination. He doesn't seem to notice- or care, perhaps- that the door to it is already open. He simply and stoically walks inside. Slamming the door behind him, a picture can be seen stuck to it with a dagger. It has a rough but recognizable drawing of Videlle Hausten on it, with the words 'her' written under it in a neat cursive hand.


If you didn't notice, I am a VILLIAN. This won't work too well if nobody else joins as goodish or so guys, though, since most of the time I will be either out searching or pretending to be good.