Franky

Current Stats

Name
Age
Home world
Rads
Species
Sex, Gender, Orientation

Characteristics

Characteristic	Healthy	Current	DM	Notes
Strength	0	0	0
Dexterity	0	0	0
Endurance	0	0	0
Intellect	0	0	0
Education	0	0	0
Social	0	0	0

Possessions

Weapons

Weapon	TL	Range	Damage	KG	Cost	Magazine	Power Pack Cost	Traits

Armour

Type	TL	Rad	Protection	KG	Options

Augments

Type	TL	Location	Improvement	KG	Options

Equipment

Assets

A new star burns in the nighttime sky.

The creature looked up, gazing in wonder at this unfamiliar sight.
Around it, the alien world seemed unimpressed by the sudden appearance of a bright ball of fire up in the air.

But then again, why would it be?

The alien creature rotated in place, unsure if the object in the sky was Predator or Prey. The object did not seem to care, it merely existed for its own sake.
Whilst the fire slowly faded, the object itself grew in size. From a mere speck, farther up than even the clouds, to something resembling a small pebble.
All the while remaining in place, unmoving. It grew and grew, faster and faster until, in but a few moments, it became clear that this was not in fact Prey.

Time Passes

A new crater smolders in the blackened soil.

In its center, a metallic shape rests. The emergency landing rocket engines now spent and silent.
The cooling ceramic hull plates gently plinking as they radiate their heat. The only other sounds come from the nearby vegetation, crackling as they burn to ashes.

Something pulses from the top of this escape pod, calling for help in a broad selection of frequencies of the electromagnetic spectrum.
From visible light to radio waves; "Please Assist, One Survivor onboard. Please Assist, One Survivor onboard."

Time Passes

A new life takes his first breath on an unfamiliar world.

The emergency cryochamber opens, following the ministrations of a Sternmore Rescue Technician, revealing a human figure within.
As with any birth, this one too brings many discomforts. The man groans, hacks, coughs and spits. Falling to his knees as he vomits up the preserving fluids.
Questions slowly form in his head, though not very good ones... "What..? Where..? ... Who am I?"

The Res-Tech disconnects their terminal from the cryopod and stands up. "Frankly, I don't care. Come with us, please."
Something clicks into place in the newborns mind.

"Frankly? Franky... I can work with that.."

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