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- Look for groups
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- Online Availability
- Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, from 5pm-10pm US EAST
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-fi, Modern, Warlike, and Furry RP's.
Havoas gave the nervous Eric a long look, noting especially his silver eyes and his hints at curiosity, before letting out a small chuckle. "My friend! You are the Science Officer...Yes? The LEADER of my science team? If you think that your job has not started since the moment you signed up, then you're not doing your job correctly." The captain put his feet up on the dashboard, looking out at the observation window. "A job is much more than some dumb words on a paper. It's a role, and you must act as that role accordingly." As he finished his words, just like clockwork, A.N.T.I finished the launching protocols and the Rimor-127 hummed to life as it's engines turned on and escorted the spaceship out of Upsilon's Hanger bay. "Observe." As Havoas spoke to Eric, it seemed less of a lecture and more of a conversation, like he just wanted someone to talk to. The ship went further and further out, until Havoas, with the wave of his hand and the stroll of his voice, said "Alright A.N.T.I, I think it's time we hit this thing into warp speed! ring up an announcement, tell our crew we are approaching warp speed shortly and to attend to their stations!" A.N.T.I Agreed, to which the Captain made one last request: "Oh! And play some music up here! Make it soft and smooth, your choice."
Havoas looked over to Eric, clasping his hands and looking at the spaceport one last time before the ship went to warp speed, fading the spaceport into a distant memory."See, that's your job, to play your role, from the moment you are on this ship to the moment you leave, you are this role...do you agree? It's okay if you think I'm wrong, but do realize that if you think I am...I will ask you why." He said those last few words in a sly and wistful manner as he flipped his hat over his head and drifted into thought, keeping his ears open for any addional comments that may arise as the Rimor-127 makes its decent into the unknown.
Havoas looked over to Eric, clasping his hands and looking at the spaceport one last time before the ship went to warp speed, fading the spaceport into a distant memory."See, that's your job, to play your role, from the moment you are on this ship to the moment you leave, you are this role...do you agree? It's okay if you think I'm wrong, but do realize that if you think I am...I will ask you why." He said those last few words in a sly and wistful manner as he flipped his hat over his head and drifted into thought, keeping his ears open for any addional comments that may arise as the Rimor-127 makes its decent into the unknown.