Player: Michael Fields
E-mail Address: MSF135@aol.com
Character: Miranda Alexander
Race: Transhuman XII (or is it supposed to be IX?)
Class: Explorer/Semi Telepath
Social Class/Rank: Commoner/12
SECLAR: none
Height: 175cm; Weight: 57kg; Hair: blonde; Eyes: green Apparent Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance (AP): 88 (+40) = 128
Demeanor: ?
Level: 0/1
X.P/Threshold: 100/5000
Monits/Credits:
Languages: Spoken/Written
Galcom: 7/7
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Psions:
Power Points: 1
Base Field:- Visions: 0 levels learned
2nd Field - Self Mastery 0 levels learned
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Special Abilities/Background:
Combat Skill table: Terrorist
Mental: Photographic Memory
Psionic table: Empathy Major Ability
Special Training: Medical Training
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Base Hits: 7
Total Hits: 7
Armor Type: 1
Equipment:
Laser Pistol
Laser Rifle
Med Proj Pistol
Med Assualt Rifle
Appearance: ?
History: Miranda was a product of an illegal baby trade operation. Manufactured for the black market to wealthy couples who desired the perfect child, Miranda was bred using the best technology and sold to a rich couple that had the right connections. She was given a wonderful home to caring parents, with a strong education. Miranda displayed remarkable academic ability, and at times shown insight not at all common. She loved her life and adored her parents, though she sometimes suspected she may have been adopted, in that she had no heriditary resemblelances what so ever to her parents. At the Age of 13 her parents mysteriously killed themselves with poison, and she was whisked away by a cousin she thought to be on the weird side without even having a chance to go to their funeral. The "relatvies" that took her brought her to a colony on a planet she never heard of before. Withdrawn, she didn't much inquire, and accepted her new home, it was indifferent for the most part, neither kind nor abusive.
What she didn't realize was they had plans for her and her untapped mind (they had learned of her breeding,and her mental potential, thus why they wanted her). Over the course of the next few years, she was given a regimen of difficult and taxing mental and academic assignments, which she showed great promise. As she grew into her late teens, and developed into womanhood, She befriended a couple of younger men, who confided some secrets and began to teach her some more skills such as weapons, subterfuge, demolitions, all which were interesting, but not really her cup of tea. On her 18th birthday, they threw a party for her and opened up some of their secrets. She discovered she was a part of a underground terrorist organization, and though they didn't explain their reasons for bringing her to this place, they were interested in her becoming actively part of their cause. Miranda was not certain what to think of this. They told her she had special abilities that would greatly assist in their purpose. They spoke of Telepathic abilities, that Miranda somewhat suspected, but didn't consider too much, and her remarkable mental attributes. Miranda was not sure what to think, and didn't give any negative indications. It was only a few months later that they group left the planet on a mission, and some months later Miranda heard on the news that a terrorist plot was foiled, the terrorists killed in whatever plot they were attempting, her two friends among the dead.
Two other members stayed back from this mission, and decided to flee, advising Miranda to do the same. Miranda, almost 19, with no family or friends, and some money in her account, left the planet. She had no idea what to do with her life, and was terribly afraid of someone finding out her association, as well as her mental and possibly biological history, if what the terrorist said was true. She knew of a nearby planet with a reknownd University, and having a strong interest in History and someday wanted to be a teacher, she went there and applied for a scholarship and was admitted.
During her years there she excelled, and was top in her class academically. Much due to the fact she practically remembered anything she read, without a flaw. During her final year, close to graduating, she recieved an electronic note. 'Leave now, there are certain individuals at this institution that are interested in your background'. This terribly frightened Miranda, and she took their advice. Having little money, she worked on a cruise ship going to a major star port as a waitress. 22, no job, no practical skills, she arrived in the star port wondering what in the world she was going to do now......
Date: 29 Han S.D. 5119 of the Fifth Empire. Time: 17.55
Miranda arrived in her cabin exhausted. Hours of serving patrons, cleaning, making rooms, delivering drinks, and fending off sexual advances for the past 12 hours had simply worn her out. The cruise would finally end tomorrow; weeks of long hours of mindless tasks will soon end, and then she will find herself on some unkown planet she had heard of. Phaon, hasn't everyone?
But her traveling experience had been fairly limited. An air of excitment, combined with a feeling of anxiety, had left Miranda nervous. She had no idea what she would do next. She had left the university just a couple months before graduating. And the mysterious note that had caused her to leave still haunted her. Her past association with a terrorist group could send her to prison, and she was still very frightened of that prospect. She would be on Phaon tommorrow; a half day of work, then she would be paid and let off at the Highport.
The thoughts quickly left her as she fell asleep, her light breathing mingled with the other 7 sleeping girls in her cramped cabin.
Date: 30 Han S.D. 5119 of the Fifth Empire. Time: 23.31
Highport above Phaon
Miranda was sitting by herself at a table at 'the Edge.' The Edge was the only public lounge on the large orbiting complex which served as Phaon's Highport. Though large and comfortable, it was lacking in personality and character. It existed to service persons travelling by shuttle down to the surface, or those catching an intersteller or interplanetary flight and it was fully automated and autonomous.
Miranda was looking out through the viewport as the station twirled perpendicular to the planet. The planet slowly seemed to spinn outside. The feeling, rather uncomfortable and unsettling - if one stared too long, was that one would fall through the viewport down to the planet below - hence the name of the lounge. Though there was no physical sense of gravity from the planet - the psychological sense of falling overcame the artificial gravity of the station platform creating a contradiction between what one felt and what one was seeing and therefore thought they should feel. The result was usually nausea and sometimes motion sickness if one looked too long outside the huge panoramic window which occupied a two level wall of the lounge. Most prefered to look away from the light, waiting in pools of shadow, just like Miranda, alone and isolated in the spacious darkness. Current lighting simulated nighttime.
Miranda stopped looking down at the planet and returned her attention back to the room. It was dark, reflecting the late hour, but there was enough light to look at the other assortment of travelers. Her mind didn't stray far from her next dilema, where she would find work? There were service jobs, and numerous other opportunities, but she was certain not too many that would keep her interest. She had enough credits to do fairly well for possibly the next month. Boredom set in enough to where she decided to walk out into the corridor, gazing into a few of the shops at nothing particular, before returning to the lounge.
Across from the Edge was a display of four beings, three human and one tentacled alien, who were held in stasis. Miranda felt pity for them. They had been released from prison, rehabilitated, as they would call it, for a shorter sentence of what everyone knew was slavery, but was called indenturtude. The prices to her were an incredible amount of money, especially for the attractive female. She knew the woman's unfortunate fate. The incredible price of 225k JL pounds advertising how much her services were worth.
Miranda noticed two other men were standing next to her, also observing the display; though their attention was mainly focused on the female, one making a comment about what he would like to use her for. Miranda briefly looked at the pair - well dressed young men. She was sure not a single thought of sympathy was in their heads for the poor young girl held her in stasis. The men made her uncomfortable and she wandered back into the Edge.
She hated the slowness that time was passing now. It gave her too much time to think. Just a few weeks ago she was looking forward to an academic life and secure future. But her past had crept in again. Now, hopefully that past wouldn't follow her. The threat even greater of her past associations was added to now that her telepathic skills were starting to manifest in more powerful ways. Telepathy was a crime - a very serious crime.
It was nearing midnight, and her shuttle would be leaving. Taking a breath, she gathered her overnight bag and started to get up to go to her gate, when the voice entered her head.
"Help me please, I beg you! If you can hear me, please get me out of here! I'm innocent. I swear this, by Dia."
Miranda stopped cold, calming down with this mental intrusion. She instantly knew it was telepathy. Sitting, she calmly looked about the room to see if anyone else had yet had a reaction to this message. The girl held in stasis. That is who it is, she was certain of it.
Casually, she arose and walked back to the display, first to the Alien, checking again to see if anyone else was looking. She waited for another message. When none came, she made her turn to the female, and looked up at the frozen face. "Is it you?" she thought.
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