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That was actually the one skill I desperately needed. But I did already start so it is too late. I just gave most everyone a 4 or lower in the stuff they didn't have a passion for. One person has a 5, I forget who. So it will be a group effort putting up that first piece of shelter. Maybe I get lucky and recruit a decent builder but right now my hopes are quite low.
two ranged and one melee? passions
Probably not but I used the standard weapon load out. Bolt rifle, pistol, plasteel knife and as an extra bonus I gave someone a wooden club. Nothing special but in case Randy Random wants to throw a mad animal at me early I have one less person trying to beat a mad muffalo with their non-existent kung-fu skills. It isn't that hard to make a bow anyway, so that wooden club will be obsolete before night falls. I am hoping that the randomly recruited person I get will have a passion or proficiency for fighting or building. I got enough growers, talkers, researchers and cooks right now. What I need are shooters, builders and possibly a miner if we end up in a mountainous region. A beast master wouldn't hurt either. I will need to tame some pack animals if I want this nomad thing to work for any period of time.
The summary is currently in its rough copy and won't take long to polish up. But what I am working on right now are the colonist bios. I like to be very detailed when writing these up so I only have 3 done at the moment and am currently working on the 4th.
I will be leaving the house in a little bit to help a friend do some yard work and go out for dinner so if I do not upload this within the next hour or so it will be uploaded later on tonight. I'm liking the way it is coming out thus far.
Nice!
No, I live in the Federated States of Micronesia.
It was the first of Aprimay, a seemingly normal day on the planet of Ras Arrakis. The suns were shining, the wind softly rustling the leaves of the trees and six drop pods hurtling towards the surface in a ball of flames. Ok, that last part wasn't normal but it happened on an otherwise normal day.
Of the six drop pods the first one to open belonged to a Magnum "Mal" Fronds. In his youth, Mal was always known to be too smart for his own good. He was a most studious young boy with a strong appetite for learning and some of his favorite reading materials were pharmaceutical textbooks and magazines where he learned some basic skills on horticulture, medicine and research. The downside to this hobby was his lack of sociability which only got worse in his adulthood. Mal, thinking of where his skillset would serve him best, decided to join the navy and rose to the role of tactician. While his intelligence was sharp and only became sharper in time he lost the ability to socialize completely with his fellow man. He was rather pitiful with works and attempts at expressing himself through art were equally futile. But where he failed in social expression he excelled in his marksman ship quickly reaching the rank of a skilled professional marksman. But his time did take a toll on his body. One act of gallantry where he pulled a fellow soldier from a blaze left his with a burn scar across his left forearm. When ordered by his commanding officer to do a similar and more suicidal act of heroism Mal's response was to flip him the bird. The officer was not fond of this insubordination and used his saber to swiftly remove the offending finger. Although it didn't sever off entirely it cut through the bone leaving the digit practically useless on his hand, a small reminder of his time in the army. When the opportunity to join a group of outlanders on a voyage to a far off Rimworld he leapt at the chance. While he wasn't very fond of animals they were fond of him, so on this journey he brought along his two pets: Buttercup the lovable Labrador Retriever and Terror the ferocious chinchilla.
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The next to release themselves from their metal cocoon was Phoebe Chillax. Phoebe, who had grown up on a glitterworld was your average privileged youth. She was a very happy young child and many would admire her for her sanguine demeanor, not to mention her pretty face. But like most glitterworld kids she grew to be lazy, a common characteristic among the glitterworld elite who had robotic servants to quench their every desire and whim. And despite being lazy Phoebe did excel in her studies dabbling in the sciences and medicine. But where her burning passion resided was in the study of plants. It was no surprise that in her adulthood she left home to become a Biosphere Manager a perfect fit for her as robots did much of the boring grunt work for her. And as much as she loved the flowers, trees and shrubs in her park she also became fond of the animals too where she befriended many of them and taught them to do tricks to entertain her. Growing bored of her cushy life, Phoebe caught word of a group of people headed to a far off Rimworld and immediately signed up for what she thought to be the adventure of a lifetime. So what if she refused to do menial labor, she would train animals to do that for her! Her sanguine nature was admirable but her naive and childlike fascination with the world did leave some concerns about her preparedness for life on a Rimworld.
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Beside Phoebe's drop pod opened another, carrying the young and timid Terra "Nix" Glabber. Nix doesn't know much of her early life with her earliest memories taking place on a midworld in a time of economic strife. Due to the circumstances of her environment Nix had to work at a young age doing all manner of odd jobs: sewing, polishing shoes and scrounging through the trash for scraps. She even went as far as being a "gopher" for her local brothel running chems and baubles to the girls' rooms. It was on one such errand running some yayo back to the brothel that Nix was ambushed by some unsavory individuals and stolen away from her home. In their custody it was revealed that she was a vatgrown girl and designed to be exceptionally beautiful. Looking to make some quick cash, these individuals shopped Nix around to many brothels across the galaxy becoming one of the girls she once served. While her designers made her an alluring specimen of beauty they stripped her of her ability to fight and defend herself putting her at the mercy of her captors. Despite this unfortunate turn of events in her life Nix steeled her mind making her will an impenetrable iron shield. She made the most of her circumstances, taking advantage of the near unlimited kitchen supplies and practicing some crafting in her spare time. But where she excelled was in social conversations, playing little games where she tried to manipulate her clients into saying or doing particular things and she got quite good at it. One particular patron she coaxed into sneaking her outside the brothel walls and once outside found a way to slip away into the back alleys of her surroundings. She searched for a way to get far away from her current situation and when she heard of a Rimworld voyage she knew that she would find nothing better and sought passage into the unknown.
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The pod farthest from the cluster opened up to reveal a rather peculiar tribal man robed in hyperweave tribalwear. This was none other than Vivec “Shaman” Nox. Shaman was the oldest of the group and had a peculiar upbringing in life. Originally from a Midworld, Shaman was born into a family of religious fanatics who revered the sanctity of the stars, the moons and all the celestial bodies in the sky. On his day of birth, Shaman was born on a most auspicious occasion when all three of the moons on his home planet simultaneously aligned in such a way as to blot out the sun in totality at precisely noon. It was at this moment that Shaman’s first cries rang out and it was this moment which defined his childhood. His group revered him as the next savior, a blessed child, and he was groomed as a prophet for his religion. As a child his every desire and wish was fulfilled and this appeasement only succeeded in making him greedy and lustful for wealth and riches as well as exceptionally fat. His obesity didn’t lend well to his health as he was onset with asthma at a young age. It was in his childhood that he also adopted a nocturnal lifestyle, where he felt most at home in complete darkness. And his eccentric nature was only amplified by his neurotic nature and his insatiable desire to obtain perfection improved his work ethic but took a toll on his state of mind. When he came of age, Shaman left his home to fulfill his destiny to bring his religion to all of mankind beginning with a group of tribals on a nearby planet. The tribe recognized his elevated status and adopted him as one of their own granting him the title of “Shaman of the Shadows” in their village. Shaman held a place on the tribal council and was arguably their most influential leader where his word was regarded as absolute. The tribals turned to him to heal their wounds and sicknesses and gladly Shaman provided for them. Shaman studied the ancient writings of the tribe and even helped with the harvest from time to time, but shied away from the construction work. But life was not entirely peaceful on this planet. The tribals did have enemies, a group of rogue pirates who brandished their superior technology laying waste to the tribals in their pursuit of wealth. While prophecy forbid that he ever bear arms, Shaman inspired his tribe through rituals and empowering speeches and masterminded the deposal of the pirate faction once and for all. Now in control of the pirate ships Shaman saw fit to leave his tribe and venture out further into the galaxy, spreading his prophecies as far as he could reach.
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Another of the group also had a run-in with pirates but was less successful in their endeavor. Like Nix, Cassandra Classic doesn’t remember much of her childhood because she was abducted at a young age by pirates and forced to do menial labor. This included cooking, cleaning, sewing their clothes, hauling their loot and occasionally building a new store room to store the latest haul of loot. The pirates kept her in this role because she was a hard worker and was quick in her ability to perform these tasks. She was reliable. This went on for many years and while she never got to climb the ranks she did slowly win over her captors who more or less left her to her own devices when there wasn’t any work to be done. Usually this involved getting into brawls with some of the other children. She wasn’t the most proficient fighter but she could hold her own. As she grew older the pirates had need of her services else-where. They stuck her in one of the bars originally as a dish washer but her work ethic quickly led to her being put in the more desirable role of bartending. Bar tending was not glorious, it wasn’t fulfilling but it was far from the gutter and Cassandra always kept this is mind that things could be worse. Unlike her previous work as a grunt, this job allowed her to earn a meager wage which she saved up and ultimately bought her freedom from her pirate captors. While she was bar tending she did get to practice her cooking skills as well as her social skills. And all that time spent in her youth getting into scuffles with the other children also came into good use as bar brawls were a common occurrence in a pirate town and she did need to break up the fight on multiple occasions. Now with her newly purchased freedom Cassandra wasn’t sure where to go from here on out. She signed up for a voyage to a Rimworld simply because she thought it would be a good challenge. So with nary a doubt in her mind she boarded the craft curious of the unknown that was to greet her when her drop pod opened up.
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Randy Random’s drop pod was the last to open, and as the pod opened up a cloud of thick smoke drifted into the breeze with it. You see, Randy has chemical fascination with drugs. All drugs. But in particular his current fascination resides with smoke leaf. So when he saw a sign above the drop pod labeled “no smoking” Randy chuckled to himself as he slid a pack of smokeleaf joints he had smuggled with him on the journey. It wasn’t very hard to outsmart the security for the space ship. Nothing a silver tongue and sleight of hand couldn’t solve. It also helped that Randy was a child prodigy in his youth, with an IQ far greater than that of the average person. Randy was so gifted in his studies that he graduated from college at the age of 12. While he wasn’t a very good cook and he couldn’t swing a pick axe like his father could, Randy he was a genius in nearly every subject. He was so talented that he was able to install his own bionic enhancements. First, he exchanged his left arm for a bionic one. When that went successfully he swapped out his left eye. And the ultimate testament to his medical genius was when he installed an entire exoskeleton on himself. He took immense glee in his self-modifications, but those around him saw Randy as an abomination and banished him away to live on a prison planet. But not just any prison planet, they banished him to Orynx, a planet run by Corestar entertainment where all the inhabitants on the planet were forced to compete in a kill-or-be-killed blood sport that would be televised across the galaxy. For any normal human-being this would be a death sentence, but for Randy this just provided him with the ideal environment to exercise his bloodlust uninhibited by a social code of ethics. Randy’s naturally manipulative nature is what helped him thrive here and it is also what made him a nightmare not only for the other competitors on the planet but also to the audience. Corestar deemed Randy far too dangerous to have on a planet filled with criminals, carnivorous predators and murderous androids, so they gave him a one-way ticket off the planet. Let him be someone else’s problem they thought. Randy had no desire to return to his old home and wanted a place where he had the freedom to live life his own way. A Rimworld was the perfect fit for him and as his drop pod opened up he gazed out at his new home.
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What laid before these six star travelers was a flat arid shrubland. While there wouldn’t be much snow for anyone to make a snowman, the year-long growing period would be a boon to those in the group who enjoyed a nice garden. There also weren’t many aggressive predators in this area of the world either. The occasional mountain lion might sometimes roam the area but for now there were no mountain lions, just some boomalopes, a few boomrats, a couple ostrich, a lone emu and a small herd of gazelle.
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The first order of business for the recently stranded colonists was allotting the weaponry. Since his pod was the first to open up, Mal got hold of the bolt action rifle before anyone else could. Cassandra was the next one to make it to the weapon stockpile and with a preference for melee combat choose the plasteel knife for her weapon. Randy grabbed the pistol that laid at his feet and that left the wooden club to the only other colonist willing to fight, Phoebe.
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Once the weaponry was distributed the group immediately got to work. Randy was the most experience builder in the group and took the lead role in constructing the groups shelter. Randy opted to build everyone a 5x5 wooden shack to shelter them from the heat and a single bed for them to lay their heads upon. The quality of the beds ranged from normal, to awful. But for today it would have to do. While Randy got busy constructing the shelter, Shaman and Phoebe took charge and began planning a rice garden nearby. Once the rice was planted they began to build a small plot for smoke leaf in hopes that it would provide a nice cash crop for them once they roll them into blunts. Nix, Cassandra and Mal saw fit to gather their supplies and place it all into one neat stockpile.
Once the first bed had been made, Shaman laid claim to the bed because he needed treatment for his asthma. Mal took time out of his busy schedule of picking things up and putting them down to see to Shaman’s asthma. Since it was a minor asthma condition Mal saw no need to delve into the group’s limited medicine reserves and sent Shaman off with some words of encouragement and a quick back rub. Apparently, it did the trick because Shaman immediately felt better and went back to planting drugs.
About halfway through building the 4th shack, the group ran out of wood. So once all the supplies were hauled into one area they set out to chop down nearby trees and use them finish their shelter. All except Phoebe, who refused to do any menial labor. Instead Phoebe saw fit to guard their food reserves from the local pests. One lone squirrel approached too close to the food stockpile and with trusty club in hand Phoebe began to play whack a mole. But this was one sly squirrel, dodging half a dozen of Phoebe’s club strikes before launching an attack of its own. Phoebe got a couple scratches and bites from the squirrel and things were looking awfully bleak until Terror the courageous Chinchilla arrived to save the day. Terror bit into the squirrel’s tail just long enough to distract the squirrel as Phoebe to landed a blow onto the squirrel’s skull, killing it instantly. Phoebe clambered into the nearest bed and once again Mal had to interrupt his schedule of picking things up and putting them down to attend to Phoebe’s battle wounds. After her wounds were treated without medicine, Mal dragged the offending squirrel over into the rubbish heap.
After much killing of the already depleted rainforest, the group successfully gathers up enough wood to complete their shelter before night fall and everyone is able to rest in the safety of some cramped but sturdy wooden walls. As dawn rose to greet the group, so did visitors from the Ithna Confederacy, a local outlander group. Among them was Russel “Rusty” Shackleford, the mayor of the Ithna Confederacy. As Russel and his small convoy approached the new upstart band of colonists Randy laid down hammer and sauntered over to Russel’s group. Randy hadn’t had any smoke leaf since landing and was starting to feel the withdrawal symptoms and so his speech was a bit rushed. Russel came looking to trade and among his stock was a few batches of medicine, some packaged meals and a medieval hand grenade. While purchasing the grenade was a tempting though, Randy thought it prudent to save the meager amount of silver in their coffers for something more useful. As Randy began to walk away Rusty called out to him and asked Randy what his group was called. Randy said they didn’t have a formal name and that they referred to themselves as simply being “The Wanderers.” Rusty remarked “How quaint. Surely you have a better name for the name of your settlement.” And he did as he quickly responded, “New Haven.” “Aye, that is a good name for a new home. I wish you the best of luck.” Rusty lingered a little bit longer to enjoy a quick lunch with his caravan before moving on.
With the meeting completed Randy returned back to work making a common area for the group only this time with the help of Phoebe who was in her usually chipper mood. But the same could not be said for both Shaman and Mal who were grumpy at having to be awake in the daylight hours. So the crew decided to split up their band of survivors into two work groups; a day shift and a night shift with three on each shift. Phoebe was the first to volunteer for the day shift stating that her services as a beast master required her to be awake whenever the animals were awake and since no animals were ever nocturnal creatures that meant she would be on the day shift. Likewise Shaman stated a similar reason about not being able to commune with the shadows as effectively during the day and a night time would suit him better. Mal didn’t really give a reason why he wanted the night shift, he just said he would be taking it. So out of Randy, Cassandra and Nix one of them would be given the night shift. Since Nix was unable to fight and Shaman just refused to do so, it was decided that the two would have to be on separate work shifts. Nix would have to work during the day. Which left Randy and Cassandra to draw lots to see who would get the preferred day shift. It’s unknown whether cheating was involved but Randy was the lucky winner of the day shift, which worked out better for group anyway. After Phoebe’s recent display of her martial prowess it was in the best interest of the group to provide a strong fighter to augment that group’s strength. While Cassandra was an able fighter with a sword or club she was rubbish with a firearm. Randy was not a good a shot as Mal but he was more versatile, being both a good shot and a good fighter. And so the night shift returned to their beds to rest up for the night which could possibly end up being long and full of terrors. Like squirrels.
As he laid down in his bed to dream his shadow dreams, Shaman felt a tight pressure in his chest. He cried out in pain and shouted for help, he was having a heart attack. Since Shaman, was the group’s best healer the next best person had to step up to the challenge which was Mal. Mal leapt out of bed and raced to the nearby medicine stores and began to revive Shaman. It took three attempts but Shaman’s heart did eventually return to a natural rhythm. Mal breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if passing up on the medicine supplies offered by Russel earlier was such a good idea. Without even a simple expression of gratitude, Shaman rolled over in his bed and drifted off to sleep. The fat bastard would live to die another day.
The second day ended with the completed construction of the common area which would serve as both a kitchen and a dining room for the group. The food stores were brought over to where the table now resided, away from any wild animals. The group also began to collect some of the wild fruits, namely some berries and some agave as well as hunt down a few of the animals. With some food in their stores Nix began to cook up some fine meals for the group and Phoebe used some of the food to train the group’s animals in obedience. Terror to right to the training exercises but Buttercup required a bit more patience to train. When the training was done Phoebe pondered what her next task would be. After witnessing the fiasco over Shaman’s heart attack and knowing his asthma would require frequent treatment, Nix set off to plant some heal root plants next to their rice patch. As the shift changed Randy’s last order of business was to build up a ballot box and a stone cutter’s table. Cassandra worked the stone cutting table over her shifts in the night, Mal did some research in the lab and Cassandra took up the cooking duties where Nix left off.
The next three days proceeded on uneventfully with the exception of one local gazelles going mad. Randy took some shots at it missing about half of them before being chased into the butcher room. The gazelle pounded on the door a few times but once it saw that the door would not budge it ran off looking for someone else to beat up. As it got about twenty paces away from the door Randy peeked back out and took aim. He landed a shot which caused the gazelle to charge once more. As it got closer and came within five paces of where Randy was standing one of the bullets connected with the Gazelle’s skull and destroyed its brain bringing the rampage to a halt. Randy, proud of his work, took it upon himself to go on a smoke leaf binge. Since there were only three joints in their stock it didn’t take long for him to deplete the supply. The withdrawal effects subsided but the smoke leaf crops growing in the ground were nowhere near harvest time so it would not be long before they returned. With his binge over, Randy goes back to work building a smiting station for Cassandra to work on. The group needed some new armor to protect them from these rampaging animals.
At around day 5, during the first harvest of the rice field, Phoebe decides to throw a party in celebration. While there was no cake to be had, it did relieve a lot of the group’s stress levels to just sit and relax. With everyone fully assembled and the party winding down someone spoke up and said that they should elect leaders for their group and everyone else agreed to this suggestion. The group deliberated amongst themselves on who among them would be best fit to act as leader of the group. Would it be Shaman the decrepit fat guy who worshipped the shadows? Would it be Phoebe the legendary club expert and her chipper attitude? Or would it be Randy, bionics, drug addiction and all leading them to be the most notorious drug cartel on this side of the Rim? I could tell you right now but I’ll leave you all in suspense to speculate who it might be.
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