The year is 3081, much of Mars has changed. The indigenous mouse population staying in the republic regions of Olympus Mons.
The rats center more to Elysium while Canines occupied Arabia. The felines could be found wandering the Argyre area.
There are 17 humans able to be played. 3 Children under the age of 5. Rest scientists and flight crew. Weapons but no gun-ho specialists. Mars is thriving with little green but still able to hold farm type crops. Complete world population 500,000. 3 biggest cites: Cylinder City, population 50K by Olympus Mons. Red Rock population 40K by Xanthe and Antha by Arcadia 30K.
Other space spaces are welcomed. The tech is all BMFM2006 era or prior. To keep things simple and neat.
See the OOC thead if you wish to use a human. OOC thread here: http://bikermice-redplanet.net/forum/ooc
Character Sheets here: http://bikermice-redplanet.net/forum/character-sheets
Map of Mars is here: http://bikermice-redplanet.net/whipblade/fanart/mars-map
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Characters and Players:
Whipblade: Marina Isley
Torama : Blake Isley
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Seriously, what's a guy gotta do to get some sleep around here? The first one was the worst. It was bone jarring and tooth rattling. Not that he had that many teeth, but you know, it was the principle of the thing. One moment, getting put down for a nap, the next moment, RUDE AWAKENING! BOUNCED OUT OF BED!
Or would have been bounced out of bed if he hadn't been strapped in. STRAPPED IN?! So being strapped in prevented him from more severe rattling with the follow up bounces, but BOUNCING! STRAPPED IN?!
And WHERE WAS EVERYONE?!
"MUMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
There was a high pitched shriek fully capable of waking the dead, or waking up the deaf people on the other side of the soundproof wall, or at the very least making like a homing beacon should one ever be trapped out in the middle of nowhere with no communications equipment.
Lights flickered, something hissed over head. Groaning those in the cockpit raised their heads. "Is it over?" someone asked with a groan followed by puking.
"We're landed." Marina moaned clicking toggles. "Deflating airbags." a Loud hiss sounded as the shuttle slowly wobbled and rocked as it eased onto stilts and off the pillows.
"Stabilizers down."
"Adjusting Atmospheric pressure."
Marina unclipped her harness. "Thank you for flying Air Ranger Rover, please pick up your space suits and exit the vehicle by the main airlock." Standing she passed her fellow crew members. Heading back to check on everyone else. And her kid, she had to bet all of them were wailing at the sudden jolts and not so smooth landing.
"Serious jet lag." She muttered to herself as she made her way down the hall to the cabin. "I hope the sudden gravity doesn't harm them, or us." opening the door to be greeted with a wail.
The first head-splitting wail hadn't had the desired effect. Again, then. Blake drew another breath, and then suddenly the air was forced from his lungs in a pathetic squeak. His eyes bugged in shock.
WHAT WAS THAT?! The bouncing had stopped at least. But he COULD NOT MOVE! OR BREATHE! In a panic, he sucked at the air, and after a moment his lungs inflated enough to release another head-splitting shriek, this one wordless.
That felt better.
What was he screaming about again? Then the door to the room opened, and Mummy was there. Well the other adults called her Meera or something to that effect, but she had been calling herself Mummy for as long as he could remember. Oh yeh, that's right! He was still stuck! He stretched out his arms to her as best he could.
"MUMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!" with tears and an almighty pout, mustering all the heartbreak he could to make sure she understood how terribly traumatic it had all been and where in the hell had she been?
Running in, the look on his face and the tears, aside from the noise she had a moment to want to laugh at the cuteness of it all while quickly unstrapping him. "Blake, hush, it's okay, it's all over now. We just had a rough landing. Mommy had to land the ship." Pulling him to her she clutched him tightly against her chest. "It's all over now honey, shhhhh" She stroked his dark corn rows hair. "Did you want to get dressed and go outside?" She offered trying to get his mind onto something other than the unpleasant awakening.
He looked so much like her, but his skin tone came straight from his father. It narrowed it down to a couple of the crew members. She really shouldn't have got that drunk and desperate during the first dull Christmas party on the shuttle. She loved him all the same. He was her little gem.
Oh bloody. She was going to laugh. LAUGH. He'd just been rattled through hell and back and she was...cuddling. He wrapped around her and buried his face against her shoulder, wiping off a gob of snot as he did so. Everything was better. Well aside from the fact that he was having trouble moving and that was frustrating. She was talking but he didn't have a clue what she was on about.
"Mummy land tip?" he repeated, his toddler speech stilted and staccato as he carefully attempted each word, trying to make sense of her explanation. Seriously, how could that possibly be more important than not leaving him to be shaken to death? Did she just suggest going outside? "Get wessed? Go out tide?" He pointed out the door with one chubby finger and a hopeful expression.
[ooc - I was tempted to make Marley's life hard and have Blake demand BOOOOOBY first up but figured she's a single mother and captain of the ship (and will keep you rockin'!) so he probably weaned early :P]
(( Pilot not quiet capin' but yeah XD agree there, weened early.))
"yeah honey I landed the ship." She smiled setting him down, his cute hopeful expression melted her heart. "You feel okay? Feel funny?" grabbing a set of clothing. They didn't have kid sized anything on board, everything had been improvised and sewn down for the three youngsters. "Come on and dress we'll get into a space suit to go see outside" she helped him undress and dress.
"Peel punny," Blake agreed. He had no idea what she was on about. It was kind of weird how his feet were sticking to the floor like they were. That wasn't right. He lifted up each foot in turn. His feet weighed a TONNE. Why? WHY?! It was weird and interesting and wrong and weird and interesting. He lifted up each foot in turn again just to see if it would still be the same. It was. Then he had to pause in his experimentation to get his shirt off and the new one on. Then the pants. "No! No nappy! Doe toilet!" Honestly. Did they have any idea how freaking uncomfortable they were?
"It feels different doesn't it? This is normal. It's called gravity. Gra-vit-tee" She sounded the word out. Smiling at his enthusiastic no for the diaper. "Use the potty before we leave?" she asked finishing dressing him.
(taking a few days break for the 10th 9'11 anniversary.)
"Gwavy." What? What was she on about? WHAT?! He stomped his feet experimentally again. They were still taking an effort to lift, but he was acclimatising. "Doe poddy. Leave." Sure, why not. He grinned maniacally and flapped his little arms frenetically, the too long sleeves flopping over his hands and making funny noises as he flapped them at high speed.
"That's right. Gravity." she praised her son.
Watching his top flap "okay okay" Marina smiled at his cute antics. "Let's go potty." she offered her hand to bring him to the lone bathroom on the ship.
Blake grasped Marina's fingers and toddled along beside her. Man walking was TIRING all of a sudden. Usually he'd just bounce the distance between the room and the bathroom whenever it was bathtime or potty time, but now he didn't feel so much like bouncing. He tried a bounce as an experiment. He barely cleared the floor. He tugged on Marina's hand, and that got him a little further off the ground but with none of the ease he was accustomed to.
He wondered where everyone else was.
"Don't worry honey you'll get used to being heavy." Marina smiled down at her boy and his attempts to jump. "We don't even have to buckle you down to the potty now, you can sit." She told him excitedly.
Two crewmen were fighting with the sealed air lock when the door burst open. "Shit! suits on! everyone suits on!" one of them yelled as the other held his breath. They expected suction, immediate toxins or poisons, something.
"Not buck down?" He didn't like being buckled down anyway. It was hilarious when drops of liquid flew everywhere in pretty patterns but for some reason Mummy didn't find it so funny. Adults had no sense of humour.
Potty was definitely a lot less interesting with gravy. Everything just fell in. Including him, almost. It was very traumatic.
He was only just dealing with a wedgie when the door burst open. It wasn't a big deal til everyone else started screaming. Obviously something terrifying was happening! Blake added to the shrilling and scrambled up Marina in a mad panic.
((I have not forgotten or abandoned, just occupied XD))
marina yelped as she was suddenly used as a climbing post, the air lock open and the screaming of the crew and her son. Trying to clam him with words she took in big breaths before realizing that everyone wass till breathing and not passing out or exploding heads.
"I want readings on the oxygen levels" she ordered. That cut down mos t of the panic. "I want levels measured out side too, how long can we breath this air and just what it's composed of. Shut the air lock already!"
both arms wrapped around Blake tightly, keeping him pressed against her more to keep those limbs from giving her another black eye.
(( you ever notice, you try to do something like get online to write a post and that is the exact time babes wake up and demand something anything untilt hey sleep and you forget, then go back only for it to happen again. no matter how long the nap was? XD I swear I have bad luck that way,.. and on tooth number 6,, ><. ))
[ooc - eyup I know all about that ;)]
HE COULDN'T MOVE! PANIC STATIONS! HE COULDN'T MOVE!
Oh wait, he was just being cuddled. That was all right then. Everyone else had stopped screaming so obviously whatever the terrifying thing was, it had gone now. Blake looked around with a wide-eyed wide-mouthed terrified expression, ready to start screaming again, just in case it hadn't actually gone and was still somewhere around waiting to jump out at them again.
Nothing. Okay. His face relaxed.
And then the door shut. He looked at Marina in disbelief.
"Mummy! Out tide!" he reminded her. It wasn't unlike her to get distracted by silly random things. Adults just needed some reminding sometimes.
Arbiter
Stoker is nothing but a legend now. The Biker Mice; Throttle, Modo and Vinnie are remembered by monuments in various places. The human contact that dotted the history remembered by a lone plaque of thanks. Since the fall of the Catatonia empire, the Cave Mouse population had moved on, lived on, grew and became a surviving civilization once again. The Cave Rats, still oppressed for their great relatives misdeeds and the canine forces once again becoming a formidable opponent. Those felines that had been POW's during the Second Invasive War had been released and since grew in numbers far and few between compared to the rest of the Martian species.
Cities cropped up above ground. Old places turned new, and Mars appeared to become an inhabitable desert planet once again. Of course this attracted eyes to the little red planet. But are humans the only threat coming to Mars? Or are they going to be allies against a bigger menace?
Earth year 3081:
Shuttle: Ranger Rover
Location: Approaching Mars
Mission: Colonize area for study and habitation.
The large shuttle landed with soft bounces in the waste lands of Mars. Northern tip of Tyrrhena and south of Syritis Major. A large part of martian landscape not in inhabited by anyone..y e t... But seen by many eyes.
"There are three things you can count on...."
"Your brains, your bros, and your bikes?" Vandal asked.
"No, Hunger, Thirst, and never a bathroom when you need it." Jacket grumbled.