Your backstory
 

For true narrative flavor, I ask if all of you would come up with a backstory for your in-game persona.

You're all traveling on an inter-stellar space transport ship.

Do you work on this ship, are you on there for other reasons? What's your profession and your story?

Post a quick writeup in this thread, and I'll try to incorporate what I can into the narrations. Try to keep it from being TOO silly.

Re: Your backstory
 

Combine Soldier, unit 017, City 17. Failure to capture Anticitizen One resulted in permanent off-world assignment. Reassignment... unknown.

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Just tagged along with a friend.
Didn't really know the purpose of what he was agreeing to in the first place.
Seems to have an affinity to striped shirts and soda crackers.
Is seemingly good at fixing things that don't need to be fixed.


PS. Dylan, did your mom make any comment about my birthday "card" to her?

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*cracks knuckles*

Alright, here goes...

I'm a former imprisoned soldier for the Coalition of Ordered Governments (COG) on the quickly diminishing planet of Sera. My name is Marcus and I'm totally your "generic badass" guy. Oh and also, I have a chainsawing fetish. :)

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Twenty years ago, the remnants of the Empire began a top secret cloning experiment trying replace their fallen Emperor. After many failed attempts cloning the Emperor, they turned to other force sensitive beings.

During the rampage of an insane Darth Maul clone, the clone designated Yoda9864 staged a daring escape from his ysalamiri prison. The incomplete structuring of his cloned memories has caused him to aimlessly wonder the galaxy searching for a ray of hope...

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Stardate 6071...Oh wait. Sorry.

I work for the transport company that owns the ship, OOPS (Other-worldly Overnight Parcel Service). I am employed as a safety professional and I am on the ship to investigate an injury to one of the ship's employees, an anti-grav lift truck driver. This is the third accident in three GNOMEs (Galactic NOrmal Month Equivalents). I suspect that this is drug related as the driver has been known to associate closely with other employees who have been let go for drug abuse. Knowing this, I made sure to bring along my drug testing kit. Anybody want to take a piss test?

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In the morning, I got up at 12:02 and got dressed in my space nuclear socks and space intergalactic hat. There is no gravity in space, so I floated into the kitchen to eat my breakfast of dried chips, smoothie in a tube, and smashed up a bowl of cereal in a plastic space container. Then, instead of taking the bus to school, I hopped into a time machine and orbited Earth 8 times.

In the time machine, I do mysterious science experiments such as determining how good a dolphin is at flying in space. When the experiments are done, I go outside the time machine for some exercise in space. I do jumping-jacks outside the time machine for an hour or more. When I'm done exercising, I go back to the International Space Station for other activities such as combating, analyzing, and manipulating.

I end the day by sending a robot to my parents via the space computer, and they tell me goodnight from Earth, down below.

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I stumbled upon the ship while chasing a butterfly.

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I was just sitting down for a nice cup of tea and my friend Ford came out of nowhere and said the world was going to end. The world did get blown up, and now here I am aboard this ship with nothing more than a housecoat and a towel and a looney friend who has a funny-looking electronic device.

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If I haven't been replaced yet (as requested)

I am an Android aboard the vessel. I make sure everything is run smoothly and correctly.

I can interface with the ship and control its guidance system.

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I'm going to a party to see my 6th-grade friends I found years later on Spacebook. In the hopes of hooking up with the cute girl I had a crush on..

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I'm an amphibious humanoid from the Ocean-planet KY-1999. I work as a merchant, and am on the ship transporting my wares: antiques. The antiques actually contain several hundred pounds of Dust, an illegal psychoactive stimulant mined from the third moon of KY-1999.

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I am an intelligent and smartly dressed Xenomorph who hatched from a time traveling dimension hopper in steampunk influenced Victorian era England, and rose to high social standing after overcoming a shameful lowly past. I am aboard this ship for a bit of a holiday, as well as in hope of finding out something about my origins.

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I'm a member of the Unified Free Traders (organized space piracy) on my way to pick up my ship, laden with illegal weaponry that I plan to sell in less fortunate areas of the galaxy.

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My name is George Washington. I was the first President of the United States of America, which I feel obligated to explain even though I am told it is now common knowledge. At the end of my second and final term as president, a strangely dressed fellow by the name of Mr. Gabriel Jefferson visited me in my chamber at Mt. Vernon. I asked how he got in but he stopped me short, and said,

"I am the last of the kin of the Jefferson family. The family of the man, your friend, your compatriot -- Thomas Jefferson." I was surprised, because I knew this not to be true. I just saw Mr. Jefferson and his family yesterday! How could this strange man be the last of his kin?

Just as I was about to protest, Gabriel said, "I come from several hundred years in the future. Earth is in desperate peril, the United Emirates of Mars are mobilizing to attack." Future? Earth in peril? Mars? This was obviously a joke on the newly retired president, a part of the Constitution I don't remember. But he rushed on.

"We are in desperate need of your expertise both in warfare and diplomacy and areas I can't yet explain to you. You must come with me now!"

I tried to pull away, but he had hidden strength within him, and he easily pulled me through his shimmery device, like sunlight in the evening through a window shining on the very air itself. I was on the other side of the device, no longer in my restful Mt. Vernon chamber. I was lost.

Gabriel appeared and quickly boarded me onto some rather large ship, but made of metal. He said to stay put and he would be right back. A few people seem to recognize me and show great interest in me, others show disinterest.

But a few, the ones that worry me, are the ones who give me vicious stares when no one is looking...