Stranded...

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

This is the scenario.

One by one, aircraft fly over a mysterious uncharted island. As they do so, somehow, each ship undergoes fatal malfunctions, resulting in a crash landing on the island. The ultimate goal is survival. Of the island, and of each other.

The island is about five square miles in area, is surrounded by beach, and has jungle a hundred feet or so inland along the perimeter, with a lone mountain rising above the trees in the center.

No bios are required on the first post, but if you want to make up a bio for another character, feel free to do so. Avatar characters are welcome. The only requirement for this is to crash your ship into the island on the first post. You can keep going some after the crash in the same post if you wish, just be sure that you crash first.

Oh, and all other forum rules apply, by the way, but you knew that.

Let's get started!

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I fly my red and silver ship across the ocean, running some errands on another continent. In the distance, I see an island. Curious as I always was, I had to at least fly over and look.

Upon reaching a position above the lone mountain peak in the center, my ship's alarms began to blare. Somehow, there was an engine failure. The craft began to plummet. I strained to steer the ship to the island. Within minutes, I was at less than 10,000 feet. Finally, the ship was flying parallel to the ground, but the landing was still going to be rough.

The ship crashes into the sand, sliding to a stop close to the water. Surf and salt water periodically slap against my ship as I regain my bearings and unbuckle out. With all systems down, I had to smash the canopy open in order to escape the metallic hull. Leaping from the top, my body fell onto the beach.

"I think I'm lost..."

[Guest Grimloq]

Name: Cordova (Loukaquis Codiaque)

Brief: Sane but technically feral, noticeably more fox than human.

The shrill whine of a crashing aerospace vessel sliced through the air, and seconds later, the vessel did as well. The pilot was dimly aware of careening near another crashed ship, but was more concerned with the imminent impact. It came.

Upon the inpact, the pilot - a charcoal-black fox kaetif - only had the chance to think 'Not again...' before he caught the worst end of the uncontrolled crash. The instant stop tore the body from the harness and sent it spiraling through the shattered cockpit viewport. There was a queasy whump as it slammed into another rock, twisting around in a way spines were definitely NOT designed to stretch, then the body slid down the rockface to sprawl out on the sand, very bloodied and very dead.

[[ Bear with me on this... ]]

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

((I like your writing style, you're doing fine!))

Within minutes of my impact, I hear a second ship whiz by at a high speed and smash into the coast. The crash was more violent, going from 300 to 0 in one second. Still disoriented from my own misfortune, I stumble to my feet and run as best as I can toward the fallen craft, want to help in any way possible.

Upon reaching the wreckage, it didn't take long to notice the severe damage in the front from the sudden stop, and the injured pilot lying against a rock. As I reached his location, I noticed several bloody wounds on his extremities. Without much else to use as bandages, I ripped the sleeves off my flight suit and tightly tied them around a couple of the injuries. There was still another wound on his arm; I ripped off part of my pants leg to cover that. Several minutes later, the bleeding had slowed; I took the upper part of my flight suit off and began cleaning blood off the pilot. As I did so, I checked for a pulse, and for any signs of breathing. Both were found, but the breathing was shallow. Then, he slowly opened his eyes...

[Guest Grimloq]

The fox coughed bloodily, still not fully conscious, then let out a soft little wail, jerking himself back into a more natural position off reflex, his back making an audible popping sound. Though androgynous in appearance at first, it was now evident that he was indeed a 'he'.

He slowly got up, looking rather like he was about to throw up. "Spasiba..." He said quietly in what was - unexpectedly - a Russian accent, "Did I flatline?" He looked at his totalled ship, then at his own bloodied body, then took his own pulse, "I think I did..."

He removed his pair of somehow-intact glasses (The impact hit his back, not his face, which must have been why they survived), looked them over, then put them back on, "So... Who are you? And where is this?"

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

"You can call me Novar. As far as where we are, I have no idea. Believe it or not, I just crashed here as well, thirty minutes before you did."

For so violent a crash, I was surprised at the improvement of his condition, but still, I was concerned.

"You look like you hit pretty hard." I gestured to the rock of his impact. "You sure you're ok?"

[Guest Grimloq]

The ebony kaetif looked disgusted momentarily, "Name's Cordova. And I did hit it hard. I didn't survive the crash, but I'm alright now." He said curtly. Catching the other vulpine's [[ Vulpine? What are you exactly? ]] confused look, he simply sighed, "It's a long story, one which you probably don't want to hear."

He looked at his ship and groaned, "Wonderful..." He got up to his feet and wobbled over to it, "There's no chance she'll fly... Dammit, I should have let Zucca talk me into installing that life support pack.

Now that he was standing up, Novar could get a better look at him. The fox' fur was indeed charcoal black everywhere except for two streaks that ran down from his eyes, to his chin and down his neck, presumably down his chest as well. He was clad in all black - a pair of cargo pants, a nondescript but heavily-pocketed shirt and a trenchcoat over it all. It was all almost as red as black from the crash. His glasses shielded indigo eyes. Though not immediately apparent, he was thin - Not life-threateningly so, but it couldn't possibly be healthy.

"So... Now what?"

[brotheroffalco]

A squad of three black fighters are crashed on the southern beach of the Island.

" Jessica, Sam cloak your ships"

"Aye-Aye captian will do"

The commands were issued from a hooded figure in front of the ships which soon disappeared. Two other hooded figures exited from their cockpits and joined the first. The shortest spoke as she approached

"Well I'll need awhile to do the repairs but we have enough rations to last us three months."

"Good Good" the Leader replied then let us explore"

[Dark Fox]

The modified Wolfen starfighter punced through the atmosshpere at riduculus speeds, The long trail of smoke could bee seen for thousands of miles.....

*alarms*

DF:Total system failure, message sent to the Phenix: maday, unknow local coordnats, full falure.

Compy:"Tranmitting......"

Ember: "10 KM, 2,500 M/s"

DF:"okay, full reverse thrust! set airbrakes! auto stabilizers on!

Ember:"Retros are max, FLY- By-Wire is down all other systems are dowm"

DF:"6 KM, 1,300 M/s"

Ember:"5 KM, 1,100!"

DF:"3 KM, 800 M/s, I see an is lsland, I'm goin for it!"

Ember:"2 KM, 600 M?S, Impact in less then three seconds!"

*DF Pulls hard on the stick, sneding the nose into the sky*

Ember:"2.5 KM, 300 M/s, we have got to puch out"

"Alright, Eject! Eject!"

*Kaboom*

*DF wakes up on island, Ember is nowhere to be found*

DF:"EMBER!!!!!!!"

*Cocks gun*

DF:"EMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

As Cordova and I converse, five more ships crash around the island. Soon after, pillars of smoke rise from various locations on the beach.

The sun looms high in the midday sky as temperatures begin to breach the nineties.

"Man, I better get out of this before I fry."

I unbuckle my red and white flight pants and slipped them down and off, revealing the blue jeans I wore underneath. My gray sleeveless shirt had a bloodstain or two from the previous rescue, but I paid them no heed as I tossed the pants onto the sand with the shredded and blood-covered jacket.

So there we were, a red fox and a black fox, together on the island. And we had company.

"I hope you brought some survival gear, Cordova, 'cause I have a feeling we're going to be stuck here for a LONG time."

[brotheroffalco]

As the three cloaked figures began their exploration North up the beach they came across a figure wrapped in a parachute

The leader ran over to her "Are you o.k." he asked

No answer

"Leave the Vixen" said Jessica with a stern voice

" I agree, we don't know who she is or who she knows this could be trouble. Best to leave it alone" Sam said with a glaring look.

"No, we'll take her with us" commanded The leader

"The captain has a soft spot for beautiful women after all" Teased Sam

"...No I don't I just don't think I could bare to have left any being to die when they have such a great chance to continue living"

" we don't have that many rations already without someone else eating them" repremanded Jessica.

"I don't care I'll give her my rations and carry her myself if I have to" *wraps the vixen in his cloak and picks her up delicately and begins to explore north again carrying the vixen piggy-back (with her on his back, her arms around his neck and his hands carrying her legs for those of you who don't know)*

"Fine, your the captain" Jessica resigned and the remaining two of the cloaked figures followed their captain

[Guest Grimloq]

Cordova looked around, "No... Don't worry about me when it comes to provisions. Or supplies, for that matter." He grinned crookedly, "I may be deathly thin and bespectacled, but I am not what I am." He finished cryptically.

"Be that as it may, I'm going to investigate the other plumes. Join me if you wish." He took off his trenchcoat and tossed it in the cockpit of the crashed fighter, then padded off towards the heavily-forested inland.

[Kal]

Sounds interesting. You may end up with yet wreck in a few days.

[brotheroffalco]

"ahhh..."

"what is it Sam" asked The Boss

"the sun is burning my feathers"

"yeah mine too. we should go into the forests for some shade"

"agreed" Sam and Jessica replied in unison.

*the three headed into a shallow part of the forest*

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

"I'll come with you, then."

With that, I began to follow Cordova into the forest. As we trek into the trees, I pull a PDA out of my pocket and run a scan of the area. A map soon showed up on the display, along with the locations of several disturbances.

"Hmm, these must be the crash sites of the ships..." ((Note: Locations are only estimates. Names of characters not on actual screen, for RP reference only.))

[Dark Fox]

after walking north fo an hour, DF saw somthing farmilliar....his Ejection seat.

"Well, this a light an the tunnel after all."

he unhooked the back portion, which with the straps, could double as a hard-framed backpack carrying food and one of the same assult rifles that the Starfox team made popular. the pan underneath the seat had a raft (usless, most likely), and light body armor.

along the sides where the halfs to his battle staff, and the 6 inch sarraded blades that attached to the ends.

he assembled his equipment, and wlaked through the thinly scatted wrekage of his ship.

He set off north tword what looked like a sizable fire further up the beach. he just hoped Ember wasn't in it...at that moment, he saw somthing else familliar, a large, white and blue parachute sitting in the sand, with blood stains on it, blowing twords him....

he started to run.

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

As I look at the display and walk through the jungle, thunder begins to rumble. Looking up, I see some omnious clouds through a break in the trees.

"Hmm, let me check something..."

The map on my PDA switches to a Doppler radar:

As we continue walking, I see a cave up ahead that leads into side of a rocky incline. According to the map data, it had to be the mountain in the center of the island.

"We have a squall line coming in from the northwest. Maybe we should take shelter over there and wait for the storm to pass."

[Dark Fox]

"This is insane, at least on my planet we had THE FREAKING WEATHER CHANNEL!"

*gets rained on*

"Oh, man.....I swear, When I find Ember, she will regret getting lost "

DF runs into the forest, looking for cover.

"I wonder where she is....Wait a sec...."

the hiss of the radio indicated it still functioned, at this,DF turns on Ember's distess signal remotely

"Dark Fox to Ember, status please"

............................................

"Right........"

Red light blinks on and off on Ember's belt......

as DF Listens at the ping in the speaker, he realizes that wherever Ember has gotton herself to, he have to wait untill the storm is over untill he continued his search. He then decided to run twords the mountain, looking for shealter.

[brotheroffalco]

"I'll come with you, then."

With that, I began to follow Cordova into the forest. As we trek into the trees, I pull a PDA out of my pocket and run a scan of the area. A map soon showed up on the display, along with the locations of several disturbances.

"Hmm, these must be the crash sites of the ships..." ((Note: Locations are only estimates. Names of characters not on actual screen, for RP reference only.))

(um just one problem with the pic we were on the south side not the North side oh well I'll use your image from here just replace north with south and vise versa in my past posts)

"Uhh guys..."

"what is it now Sam" The leader responded annoyed

"It's about to-" *get's poured on* "Never mind"

"Let's get in some shelter quickly" *they ran (well the leader did more of a jog since he was carrying the Vulpine) south until they reached a cave in the mountain side*

"Let's go in" said The leader and they entered.

*The leader gently placed the vulpine down on the cave floor as something on her belt flashed red*

"Told you" Jessica torted "she's got someone else with her here on this Island; we're playing with fire and if we're not careful we'll get burned"

"Shut up Jessica" The captain fired back she's begining to wake up

*the vulpine began to lift her eyelids as the cave went silent*

[Dark Fox]

Ember:"Ughhh, where am I"

As Ember looked around, she saw the folks who had erscued her from the beach...

Ember:"Hey, who are you guys!?"

she double-clicked the mike on the radio.

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DF:"I hate rain that I can't get away from!"

DF looked around for some sort of shelter, but found none. he started to shiver at the cold wind and rain of the storm hit his furless skin. the human would need to set up camp before too much longer.

an hour ago he had decided to move tword the mountain, and Ember's distress signall, hoping that she had found a cave or somthing. he walked in the biting rain for an hour (and spent a meal pack) looking for the souce of the signal.

he spotted a cave that might be the one (there where several he had to choose from) and started to walk tword it..this one turned out not to be anything more the just anther cave, although it did give him a chance to dry off..he then heard the double click on the radio, and was relived to find out she was alive, at least.

he returned this, so Ember might know he got her message, but without making racket with his voice.

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

We quickly reach the cave, just as the downpour starts. As Cordova looks outside at the falling rain, I notice that the cave continues deeper into the mountain. Without Cordova knowing, my curiosity takes over and I venture down the dark corridor.

As the light fades with distance, I adjust the backlight of my PDA to the highest setting and hold it in the air for a light source. Further down the tunnel, I noticed that the cave splits in three directions. The one farthest to my right has a red glow emanating within. Then, I hear very faint sounds coming the other two tunnels. The one on my left contained several voices; the middle was a shuffling sound, like someone walking.

A loud pang of thunder erupted from the entrance, and echoed throughout the cavern walls.

"Well, I wonder how the weather's holding up outside. I'm sure it isn't well."

I bring the PDA down and go to radar:

"This must be the worst of it, then. Another hours or so, and this squal line's history! But what about those voices? Hmm......I've got it."

I switch the PDA's display again and activate a life scanner. As the scanner detects human and humanoid lifeforms within a square mile radius, the data slowly loads on the screen.

"There's the same number of people here as there are crashes on the coast. Taking shelter from the storm, I suppose."

So...to make first contact...

"HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO?!!!"

[Dark Fox]

DF hears the voice of someone down the tunnel,

ever wary, he flipped the safety on his pistol and screwd on a long, black tube few in this demension would recognize.

"Identify yourself, sentiant!"

as he waited for a response, he heard niose from down the other end of the Y split in the tunnel. he realized that at least some of the tunnels where interconnected. this would prove to be .......interesting.

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"shh, Be quiet!" one the peaploe in the group that resued Ember said.

Ember listend and heard noises from down in one of the tunnels.She listend harder, and heard a farmilliar voice.

"Sorry, but I've got to scoot!"

Ember stumbled down the tunnel, making about twenty feet.

[brotheroffalco]

"Not so fast" *The leader ripped off his Black Cloak revealing him to be a Red Avian with blue markings and a scar over his right eye and flew in front of Ember, laser staff at the ready*

"Sam, Jessica go find out what's going on out there, I'll join you shortly. *they hurry on and head towards the noise* As for you, my lady, you might want to check your leg, *he points to a gash she obviously didn't realize she had* sorry about that, when I was carrying you though the woods in the storm your leg got slashed by a falling branch. Plus since you just regained conciseness you're in no condition to move much let alone fight so i suggest *putting his weapon away* that you let me take you ahead I promise you I mean you no harm. *walks over and puts his hand on her shoulder* Chaos Control *they teleport over to where all the others are.*

[Four-eyed Vulpine]

With a little hesitiation, I kept my dagger at the ready on my waist and proceeded down the center cavern. When I passed by the tunnel on the right, I peered in to see what was emitting the reddish glow. A magma pit.

"So this mountain is really a volcano, huh? Nice..."

I continue to walk. After about ten or twenty minutes or so, light begins to shine from the other end of the tunnel. I make my presence known.

"My name is Novar. Who are you?"

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Name: Lavaro Magnus

Species: Red-fire Dragonoid

Age: 576 Earth years

*Red-fire dragonoids are humanoid dragons. They have a muscular build, red scales with a white underside, average 7.5 feet in height, have three pairs of wings that expand from the back with a wingspan of 50 feet from tip to tip, and have fire-manipulating powers.*

I love a nice lava bath. 3,000 degrees of viscous liquid, and I'm set. As I relax on a side of the magma chamber opposite of the chamber exit, I happen to see a figure pass by.

"What was that? This place actually has visitors? The nearest populated landmass is over 6,000 miles away!"

I shoot flames out of my feet to lift myself out of the magma pit and hover to the rock shelf on the opposite wall. I then walk out of the chamber and into the cave intersection.

"I hear noises from all three choices...hmm.......I know! Innie...Minnie...Miney...Mo..."

So, I end up pointing at my choices. After several minutes, I choose the cavern with the most voices and start walking. A fireball forms in my hand, providing light. I like having company.

[Guest Grimloq]

Cordova had been padding along completely silently towards the numerous voices. Black fur in nearly pitch black made him almost entirely invisible, and that and his silent walking made him effectively invisible in every way. For now, at least. He held his hand in front of his chest, palm open, and his pistol lifts itself up and into his hand. He drops the clip out to his other hand, checks it for ammo, sees it's full and slaps it back in, cocking the GLOCK with his teeth.

He saw a light and heard footsteps, the other voices growing louder. His eyes darted around the small cavern and fell upon a ledge, then a crevice. With minimal noise, he goes up to the wall, quickly scales to the ledge, then jumps, grabbing the edge of the crevice. With some difficulty, he hoists himself up and squeezes inside, watching quite invisibly as some people approach...

[Dark Fox]

"The name's Rusty, callsign: Dark Fox, I'm Captin of the Phoenix. I was delivering some NTD-FX11 Plasma Engines to Space Dynamics"

He gatherd up his pack and assult rifle, then slowly facing Norvar.

"Have you seen a female fox wondering about at all"

DF then turned tword the interior of the mountian, and slowly walked the tunnel.

"I'm gonna look for her, she's my freind" he said as he cocked the rifle.

after five minutes of walking , he saw a glint of light in the tunnel ahead, a red, blinking light, just bright enogh to see in the dark......He hit the deck, wching the light approach...

(ooc fixed, FEV)