| Area of the ship |
Job |
Name |
Description |
| Armory |
Chief Armory Officer |
Dennis Hoffman |
"Welcome!" someone says from behind. You both turn, and lay eyes on an older man with a tight face and well-manicured white beard, wearing a dark green ballpark cap. He comes up and shakes the hands of both of you individually. "I hear you're our new recruits! Excllent to see you down here, lad, and you lass. Mr. Hoffman, Chief Armory Officer at your service." |
| Battle Bridge |
Acting Captain |
Havor Maluk |
One of them approaches you - a sharp-dressed, ruggedly-handsome man with a clean-shaven face, a strong jaw, and a short dark haircut. "Hello!" he says, giving you a firm handshake. "I'm Havor Maluk, currently Acting Captain of the Nemesis. You must be one of the people we pulled out of cryo. How are you feeling?" |
| Battle Bridge |
Fighter Tactics Officer |
Cho Dyoun |
The black pigtails are certainly her defining feature, followed closely by a mixture of European and Asian facial features - slightly narrowed eyes, a thin face, a modest nose, small mouth. She's shorter than you, but not by too much - perhaps a few inches. She makes up for this with an overwhelming enthusiasm and cheerfulness. She spins the chair away from the console and gets quickly to her feet. |
| Battle Bridge |
Fighter Tactics Officer |
Reyha Sodhana |
The woman looks back - you have her attention again. Her black-and-cyan ponytail braid swishes behind her as she turns. "I'm Reyha," she says briefly. "Reyha Sodhana, current Fighter Tactics officer on duty. Havor Maluk is acting captain now. Are you REKT? Is there something I can help you with?" Immediately after saying this, she turns away, checking her instruments. |
| Bunks |
"The Cleaner" |
Lydia Hollenbroke |
Her voice matches her appearance - old, dry and cracked. "You're not with them, are you." She doesn't seem to be looking for an answer, as she goes on, "If you aren't looking for a place to sleep, boy, why are you here?" She clasps the mop between her hands and leans on it. "You can call me Mama Lydia. Most everyone does," she cackles. |
| Chapel |
Minister |
Ernie Latimer |
Finally you do find someone who knows - a minister, in fact - or, rather, the minister, Dr. Ernie Latimer. You introduce yourself as Dr. Ishmael, and after a brief discussion on theology, during which time you decide you thoroughly do not like this two-faced multi-faith hooligan, he tells you where the dead are actually taken to: the Recycler. |
| Engineering |
Chief Engineer |
Rowan O'Crosby |
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| Engineering |
Chief Weapons Officer |
Matthew Roberts |
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| Engineering |
Head of Hull Repair |
Gonzz Rotanda |
"You okay, newblood?" Gonzz asks over the comms, waving an arm. He's standing near one of the large spotlights you have under the decks, planted in the dusty soil. He calls you "newblood", even though you pointed out your name is Saoirse. "You'll be fine, just walk it off," he says nonchalantly. "Okay people, let's clear it out. We need to have this place sealed up within six hours, no time to waste!" |
| Engineering |
Lead Engines Specialist |
Abigail Harthrauer |
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| Engineering |
Lead Reactor Specialist |
Lance Rayden |
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| Engineering |
Lead Shield Specialist |
Travis Synder |
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| Engineering |
Lead Warp Engineer |
Wendy Rockbell |
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| Engineering |
Lieutenant Engineer |
Antez Escavar |
"Right, move it around. Dave, you grab the other end." Antez is tall and lanky, with a thick, dark goatee that seems utterly out of place on his young, smooth skin. "All right, here's the cap. Lock it in place. - That was smoooooth. Didn't even knock it. Well done. Do we have the next length?" He glances around him, then does a double take as he sees you. "Dave, Ellis, one minute, let me see what this guy wants." |
| Hangar |
Chief Fighter Repair Officer |
Bryce Mayweather |
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| Hangar |
Chief Hangar Control Officer |
Guernick Hale |
"I'm Hale," he shouts over the roar of the hangar, and then points at a wadded-up suit on a little cart beside you. "Suit up! You guys need to be out of here in three!" He holds up 3 fingers and taps his wrist, to make sure he got his point across. "When you're done, get in the cockpit and strap in!" Without waiting to answer questions, he turns and jogs toward the next CASKET, waving another inmate over. |
| Hangar |
Chief Mod Installation Officer |
Meredith Alkani |
A woman stands in the seat of an open CASKET, supervising a few people making repairs. She slightly shorter than average height, with a grease-smudged face and equally-smudged blonde hair, tied behind her head in a tight ponytail. As she notices you standing there, she leaps down and walks over toward you, wiping her hands off on a grimy cloth. "Need something? We're trying to get your ships in order. I'm Mara." |
| Library |
Chief Librarian |
Anelle Maliese |
She's a pale-skinned girl roughly about 22 years of age. Her light brunette hair that comes down just below her chin. She holds her meal-to-be, looking about shyly for a place to sit. You have one of the few open seats at this point, and she sits down across from you, smiling in embarrassment. "Hi," she says softly, neatly placing out a napkin, her drink, and ration bar on the table. She glances up, notices you staring at her, and giggles faintly as she looks back down. |
| Medbay |
Chief Medical Officer |
Ellie Mercer |
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| Medbay |
Chief of Medical Research |
Elkias Brewd |
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| Medbay |
Lead Bioengineer |
Kenji Akronis |
Kenji stands in one of the cluttered, empty hallways, eyeing the group warily, fiddling with his arm as though it's uncomfortable. You almost think it might be the full tattoo job he sports. "You don't look like janitors," he states flatly, running a hand through his blackened hair. "You look more like those, ah - those guys out of cryo, you know? I was looking for janitors, ayvahda. I have mops, buckets, scrap receptacles…" His accent is hard to place; it must be Spacer Midworld somewhere. |
| Medbay |
Lead Doctor |
Aeras Mincewood |
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| Medbay |
Lead Surgeon |
Phelps Dogner |
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| Mess Hall |
Chief Culinary Officer |
Brenna Melvin |
"I'm Brenna Melvin, Chief Culinary Officer… or, at the moment, only culinary officer. All my hands have been called elsewhere, and the engineers are all busy, so… Well, I was trying to take care of it myself." She gives an embarrassed smile and tucks a bit of graying, straggled hair behind her ear. With a gesture behind her: "Obviously that didn't work so well. So, can I get you anything?" |
| Research Labs |
Head of Anomalous Materials Study |
Osmin Kerebas |
Saoirse startles a heavyset man with curly black hair from his work. "Sweet merciful Freya," he breathes, "it's you again. Back for more? I hope you haven't forgotten that in exchange for my tutoring, you will work for me if you survive your missions." At her nod, he sighs, setting his instruments down on the table in front of him, and then calmly leans back in his seat. "As I recall, we last touched on the subject of electron interactions with AM-0019…" |
| Research Labs |
Head of Weapons Development |
Janus Schernz |
The weapons developer is just finishing up talking to some other guy - also in an orange jumpsuit, same as you. He has pale blond hair - spiked on top. "Hey, I'm Janus, Janus Schernz," he says, offering a handshake. You can smell his hair gel, and you're not even that close to him. "Seems you were looking for me?" |
| Research Labs |
Head of the Research Department |
Antonius Ryddle |
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| SCAMPS |
Lead Electrobiologist |
Merla Janeway |
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| SCAMPS |
SCAMPS |
SCAMPS |
SCAMPS here. Let's get this out of the way first: Cut the crap. I don't care what you're in here for, I don't care that you were framed, and you can shut up with your whining and your begging for your freedom. I'm a computer - I pity no one, assholes. You're not here to talk anyway - you're here to work. We've got a mission coming in from up top; that means thirty of you guys piling into your CASKETs and shipping off in transport dropships. Where to? I'm glad you asked. |
| Supply Offices |
Chief Supply Officer |
Terrin Zetch |
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| VR Combat Simulators |
VR Designer |
Jinna Reeds |
This is the person that you think you overheard begging the serving lady for extra rations. She has large bangs, straight dirty-blonde hair, and bright eyes behind a pair of glasses - she looks startlingly young, especially compared to everyone else you've seen here. "Hi!" she says, breaking the silence as she rips into one of her ration bars. "You're one of the new guys out of cryo, right?" she asks, around a mouthful of food. |
| Unknown |
Engineer |
Danald Swizenaiga |
The man looks up as you approach, and you quickly discover his thick accent. "Ay, I halp ya mate?" The way he pronounces "mate" sounds more like "mite". "Danald Swizenaiga at ya service." He gives you a very firm - if brief - handshake. "Ay, you're one of them new REKT lads, are ya? Ya, 'ey said you jes come outta cryo! Blimey, man's havan na marcy on ya par impavarshed sals eh, if ey ain't een givna farta wonks atterdat fiscio." |