Gollee

Acetes looks like a cross between a D&D cloaker, and a scorpion. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8Ri_eTKgMI/U1ANP63e4QI/AAAAAAAABoc/mlCxpzINXRU/s1600/715260.jpg ^Cloaker

They threatened to shoot us! With Radiological shells! Why would we help them! Aesen looked about, staying silent as her bridge crew filed in; taking their seats quietly, and activating their consoles. "Acetes, either the Hegemony win, and we might get a reprieve; or the bio-things win, and we all get turned to soup." With a prolonged mental sigh, Acetes pushed off away from the asteroid, accelerating up to twelve gees into the system; at a nod from Aesen, Rede opened a wide-band transmission for Aesen. "This is the Falcon biocraft Acetes, I don't care whether you like us or not, but I prefer Hegemony rule to being ground up into biogruel; don't shoot at me, and we won't shoot at you; coming in to assist at all speed."

Acetes's crew toroid began to warm slowly as it's internal fusion reactors came online. Aesen reached out to the slowly recovering craft, "Will we be ready to move soon? Or do you need more time?" My reserves are nearly restored, the fusion reactors have reached seventy eight percent operational capacity, we can fly. There are so many of them out there... Aesen, love, what are you planning? Aesen mentally released the hold that Acetes was exerting on the asteroid. "We can't fight them, but we can certainly annoy them; the only thing capable of stopping them is that Hegemony ship; we have to help it."

-1, her response to Chaz in this thread alone, as well as my interactions with her in the lore dev chat makes me believe that she would be unsuitable for this position.

Are bioships individually strong, or do they have strength in numbers? Or both?

Okay then.

Acetes shook violently, it's distortion field fluxing, throwing Aesen across the crew toroid, Instinctively, her mind reached out to Acetes, "Are you hurt? What is hap-" They are here! I can feel them; I can feel them reaching out to me. Acetes shook again, more violently this time, Aesen yelped as she was thrown back across the toroid, slamming into the far wall. Her arms snapped out, seizing hold of a bolted-down chair with a death-grip. She threw her mind towards Acetes sharing in it's anguish and pain, trying to lessen it. She began to hear the whispers of the other biocraft, a deep, mental compulsion to join with their primary intelligence. Aesen felt the burden of the compulsion lessen as other, original members of the crew joined with her in spreading the strain. Gradually, Acetes settled down, pressing against a nearby asteroid, it's mind radiating a sense of extreme fatigue.

The Cruiser is leaving. Aesen woke with a start as Acetes spoke in her mind. There was another confrontation, and then it started heading for the warp gate, several ships were destroyed, others fled, then another one vanished from my sight. Aesen sat up in her bunk, rubbing the grit from her eyes, "Great... Just great... Are there any other big ship-shaped problems in the system? Or are we finally clear to try and deliver these supplies?" I can't see anything else, baring a small number of frigates guarding the warp gate. The colony is unguarded. Aesen felt a small tug as the ship got underway, the acceleration quickly smoothed out by Acetes' distortion field. "This should stop Stow's bitching, though I can't say the idea of throwing him out of an airlock wasn't appealing." Throwing on a clean jumpsuit, Aesen exited her cabin, heading into the main crew compartment; glancing around, she saw Rede, the communication officer; Inis, the blue-haired biotech specialist; and her weapons manager, Jackob. Rede and Inis were sat dealing some cards, while Jackob was slumped in a chair, head back, mouth open, snoring for all he was worth. Aesen exchanged short greetings with the two conscious crew members, then headed over to the paste dispenser. she muttered under her breath, "Pancakes, if you can." I will see what I can do, Aesen. Aesen pushed a bowl under the dispenser, just as a yellowish slop was disgorged from it; grimacing, Aesen took her bowl to a seat; before eating a spoonful. It tasted like pancakes... But the texture was that of a thin gruel. You know I can't change the texture. Acetes said, rather reproachfully. "I know, doesn't stop me wishing though, does it? You haven't tasted this stuff." I can taste it as you taste it, and I guarantee you that it tastes better than asteroid. Aesen laughed out loud, startling Jackob awake, and finished her bowl.

What happened in the A-31 conflict?

"Acetes, see if you can find an asteroid or something, our reserves are low, I can feel your hunger." Aesen said, running her hand through her hair as she walked into the crew toroid; her visit to the cargo hold had been hopeful, at least, the damage to the supplies had been minor, now they just had to figure out how to deliver it, and remain intact. Maybe a half-dozen of the crew were in the toroid, the rest were pulling double shifts to keep everything running. Immediately, she was accosted by Davis Stow, the systems generalist; Acetes had picked him up as a newblood shortly before the A-31 conflict, and now he was stuck with them, much to his displeasure. " Captain" He began, sneering the title like an insult, "When do you intend to bring us into port? I can only eat so much nutrient paste, no matter how much this ship waxes on about it's nutritional value. I haven't had a decent wash or rest for months and soon things might get... Unpleasant." I have been told on multiple occasions that my nutrient paste tastes like piss with cornflour mixed in. It is quite funny, really. The crew toroid was silent for a long moment as Aesen stared down at Stow, "I am going to assume that this unpleasantness is your gastrointestinal distress, not some form of mutiny; as Acetes answers to me, and only me. Mind-mated for life, me and a hundred metre long, coral armoured beastie. So unless you want to be breathing hard vacuum, you will forget this, is that clear?" Davis glared at her, then turned and stalked out of the toroid. One hundred and ten metres. "I know, love, I know."

The Acetes can't do much in a fight, but with no fusion exhaust, or major electromagnetic emissions, it can do a very good job at looking like a hunk of space debris.

Rede swore quietly under his breath, "Captain, they want us gone. Now." Aesen nodded, pressing a finger to her temple as she merged with Acetes, accessing the communication network. This is Captain Aesen of the Acetes; we are vacating the area, we didn't intend to be caught up in this savagery, nor do we intend to continue it. We will cease our operation to assist you. Immediately, Acetes's forward thrust was reversed, and it flipped over, heading quickly away from the inner planets; it's dark outline merging almost seamlessly with the void behind it. As a final note, Captain, not all of us agreed with A-31. With that final transmission, Aesen withdrew from the radio contact.

Quote I heard somewhere... "If God didn't want us to do his job, he shouldn't have left his tools lying around." Being able to create life as a geneticist would be awesome.

Aesen, one of the navy vessels has been destroyed, I can see a large number of escape pods in the area, some are coming towards us. The cruiser, Foe Hammer has sent out rescue craft, we may be seen. Aesen chewed her lip, inspecting the scene, "Can we redirect the pods? Or, failing that, can we get out of here?" It took a moment for Acetes to respond, At their current trajectories, the rescue craft and pods will reach us in less than five minutes, the rescue craft have high level sensor arrays, they would have a high chance of detecting us, even if we remain still. "Shit... Shit shit shit... Acetes detach from the asteroid, bring us up to full power, we need our communications online, and reach out to some of the pods with your field, see if you can stabilise or slow them somehow; they mightn't shoot us if we help them with their survivors." The lights flicker shortly after the familiar rumble of the fusion cores, as soon as the communication console lit up, Aesen's second, Rede Calvert opened a common radio band, "This is the ship Acetes , do not shoot, I repeat, do not shoot, we are trying to help." Aesen looked through Acetes' sensors, watching the closest pods slow down, their velocities and spins reducing.

The Acetes clung invisibly to an asteroid as it slowly revolved to face into the system; a flurry of ships spun in between the orbits of the fourth and fifth planets, short laser bursts and the crackle of shields brightening up the vacuum. Acetes sank lower to the rock, slinking into one of the larger craters and settling itself just above the surface, it's sensors directed towards the battle. Inside, the crew compartment was dark and chilly, the power shut down to reduce the thermal signature of the small craft. The captain, Aesen Moore, focused her attention on the images that Acetes projected into her brain. "Pirates? Is the Navy coping?" The response was quick, with faint traces of amusement, Yes, they are doing fine; the pirates are overmatched. Aesen nodded to herself, "How is the cargo? You had to do some significant maneuvers to lose those pirates, was there any damage?" Several of the cases have split, though the colony supplies have primarily stayed within them, redirecting a servitor now. "Good, good..." Aesen let her mind wander, running a short systems diagnostic while Acetes controlled the servitor. "We still have most of our energy too... At least there is that."

Human Biocraft Acetes L-H-W 110m 70m 43m Engines consist of a variant of the mass cancelling field, allowing the craft to exert gravitational stress on itself and objects around it, pulling it around in space, while keeping a steady one gee force on the inner workings. This allows the craft to move at nearly the same speed as a fusion engine, without the radiation output; while still being able to manoeuvre in small areas. The ship has a hard chitin-like outer shell, equivalent of a meter of titanium-iridium armour around all sections, with greater tensile strength against solid slugs; but significant weakness to hard radiation. It is armed with two single-rail rail guns, as well as a handful of non-nuclear missiles for defensive action; relying mainly on it's agility in combat. It carries one inter-orbital ion space plane; graded for 1.5 gee gravitational fields and lower. It has a light, omni-directional energy shield, which it cannot fire through. It is powered by two enclosed fusion generators, as well as the ability to consume asteroid matter and absorb solar wind and radiation to support ship growth. It has a crew of 30 men and woman, supported by basic organic drones. It's sensor suite is supported by an inbuilt spatial sense, allowing it to detect ships up to three million kilometres away, and judge their mass to a reasonable accuracy. It has the ability to manufacture basic organic drones, to perform tasks that are too dangerous for crew members. The ship is highly sentient, thinking on the same level as a mid-grade AI.

Agreeing with Dea.

Inis and Gollee are both character ports from WoW, Inis before the recent changes had the same appearance as well.

This is a great idea, all it would need is a sprite change, and it would be much cooler. +1

Those two are short enough to fit, though the first one only just fits.

Title: Mystery of the Starglider Author: Inis Truesight Genre: Fiction Title: Lost Realm Author: Inis Truesight Genre: Fiction

is it now Yeah... It isn't... Alpha Centauri A, B and Tau Ceti are spectrally similar to the sun, so there would be no noticeable difference from Sol. If it was Epsilon Eridani, it would be a different matter, it is far more orange than Sol, but A, B and Ceti are very close to the same colour.

It is completely fine to rewrite whenever you want to, and I will say I do like this character, my only concern is whether she would be taken seriously in a head role.

As a note, Inis comes from a low-gee planet, which is why she has a reasonable level of genetic modifications, so she can function in normal gravity. This character doesn't seem bad to me. However, age is an issue, not to do with her training or abilities, but to do with how other people treat her, and whether they would trust someone that young in such a responsible position, due to lack of experience. I am not going to +1 or -1, though I am leaning towards a plus, with reservations about the age.

Wrong. *Fifteen page Kasturi info dump*