Young Writers Society

Plot: YWS members in Spaceships. Nuff said.

Profiles: Add whatever information you think is useful.

Setting: YWS Station, a gigantic space station where YWS members come together and meet, when not saving the universe from evil.

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Rules: No god-moding, keep it family friendly, and have fun. This is a sand-box storybook. I'm using it as a place to test and brainstorm new ideas. So, no pressure to post, no stress, all are welcome.

Profile!


Name: Griffinkeeper "Grif"

YWS Age: 7 years (old).

Occupation: Global Moderator/SPEW Commando/Mathemagician

Skills: Math, strategy, tactics, and other things he picked up in the book: "How to be an action hero in ten minutes!"


AI!


Name: Adelaide

Type: Global AI (not a robot.)

Personality: Incredibly smart, able to store, synthesize, and interpret large quantities of data in a second. Able to run a large SPEW ship with little human assistance. She is quite curious, nosy, clever, and occasionally, pushy.


Ship!


Fleet: SPEW
Name: Gryphon
Classification: SPEW Assault Carrier
Appearance: Similar to a Marathon Class Cruiser.

Name: JabberHut ("Jabber" or any of the other variations gathered among her years)

YWS Age: 5.5

Occupation: Global Moderator / SPEW Commando

Skills: Cheering, jabbering, strategizing, planning, organizing, pretending to look responsible, actually being responsible, flute-ing, flying the SPEW Larvitar Light Carrier.

Interests: Larvitar, sunglasses, rainbows (or ALL the colors), acting several years younger than she really is, acting way cooler than she really is (typically the super agent MIB kind of cool), acting.

Other: ALWAYS wears her sungalsses. And she definitely, magically carries a flute somewhere in her uniform. It's magical.

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AI Name: Bruce (Jabber refers to him as "Batman" many times)

Type: Global AI

Pernosality: able to run the Larvitar with great efficiency, very good with research and learning capabilities, prefers perfection over speed (and therefore wants to do the best job rather than hurry)

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Fleet: SPEW

Ship Name: Larvitar

Classification: SPEW Light Carrier

Appearance: Incredibly cool-looking. Gray-green with black and red accents.

Hey Griff! *joins in*

Name: ScarlettFire.

Nicknames: "Scar" or "Scarli". Sometimes "Scarlett".

YWS Age: 2 years, approx.

Occupation/Rank: Member, Captain of the Arwen, Head of the ERA.

Skills: Strategy, tactics, battle maneuvers, etc, flying the Arwen, planning/plotting, leading her organization and close-quarters fighting.

Other: Has an ELPG, or Electronic Laser-Plasma Gun. Recently docked at the YWS Space Station for fuel after a long journey.

-Ship:
Fleet: ERA.
Name: Arwen.
Classification: ERA Escort/Frigate.
Appearences:

-Ship's AI:
Name: E.L.A.I. or "Elai".
Type: Local AI.

Profile!

Name: Rydia (but sometimes Heather/ Kitty15)
YWS Age: Five years and one day!
Occupation: Global Moderator/ SPEW Commando
Other Alliances: CRA, NLA, TeamTortoise
Skills: Strategies, being creative, getting people out of tricky situations. Rydia has a reputation for being a survivor but also as a diplomat; she is fair and deadly.

AI!

Name: Macavity
Type: Global AI (but likes to robot dance)
Personality: Macavity is mischevious and fun loving with a crafty intelligence that he puts to good use, always coming up with alternate plans and back-up strategies. He has a team of cat like drones who repair, operate and defend the ship. He gets called Mac for short and he loves danger, not enough to purposefully land his captain in it (he's actually very protective of Rydia) but if there's a choice between a plan that would be safe but less likely to succeed or a plan that would be dangerous but that little bit more likely, he's danger all the way.

Ship!

1.
Fleet: SPEW/ Literary Misc. Crew
Name: Cat's Eye
Classification: Super Carrier
Appearance: Midnight blue, almost black, in colour with a dull finish to help it blend in. To either side of the carrier are two floodlights that are turned on when Rydia wants her ship to be seen. On those occasions, Cats Eye is elegant looking but mean at the same time. There's something about it that screams 'civilised' but the sort of civilised where people apologise before they blow your brains out.

2.
Fleet: SPEW/ Literary Misc. Crew
Name: The Abyssal Claw
Classificationn: Fighter
Appearance:
Main Frame: Here
Design: Here
Other: This is Rydia's personal fighter, kept on board the Cats Eye along with the ships of her crew. When Rydia is going in close and personal, this is her ship. It's sleek and quick and carried an unexpected amount of weaponry.

Name: Charlie The Second

YWS Age: 5 years

Occupation: Punslinger (also Junior Moderator)

Other Alliances: SPEW, TeamTortoise

Skills: Wordplay, non-lethal combat and generally being charming.

Weapon: The only Pun Stun Gun in the galaxy.


Outfit: Always wears a suit.


Ship: None, currently. He's aboard the Cat's Eye, with Rydia, journeying to the YWS Station to see if the special project he commissioned is ready.

Profile:

Name: Sidey
YWS Age: < 1 year
Occupation: Science Officer
Other Alliances: Interplanetary Federation, Xurc Empire (loosely)
Skills: Math/science, building things, singing, problem solving, diffusing awkward situations, close combat, starfighter dogfights.

AI (android, not the same as the ship's computer):

Name: Aster
Type: Android
Personality: Aster is an odd mixture of supercomputer intelligence and human naivete. He's the ideal crew member--creative, calm, and unbiased. His computer side runs smoothly, with very few glitches, if any. However, he's quite curious, so he'll often experiment with things better left untouched. A few years ago, he created an emotion program for himself, which still confuses him to this day. Because his processors weren't designed to handle things like that, he's very awkward in social situations. He's a walking database, and he takes it upon himself to check facts and correct people if necessary.

Ship:

Fleet: Interplanetary Federation
Name: Endeavor
Classification: Exploration carrier
Appearance: Sleek and stylish. The Endeavor's body is shaped like a bullet, with a thin ring surrounding the middle and six outboard engines. Its name and IF classification code is written on its nose. It's covered in shiny titanium plating, but it has its share of scrapes and scratches (battle scars). It's a newer ship, so most of its weapons are hidden from view, and it's equipped with an electromagnetic cloaking device. The Endeavor isn't the biggest ship, but it's one of the fastest. Because of a little mishap with a wormhole, it's way out of its normal range, and it's docked at the YWS Station to replenish its supplies and to find a map.

The alarm went off at 6:30 AM promptly, filling Grif's room with obnoxious clanging. Grif was in bed, on the other side of the room. He groaned, and then his hands flailed from underneath the covers. His hand searched and then found the laser pistol and fired three shots at the clock. The clock's shields absorbed the traditional morning greeting and continued to ring unimpeded.

Grif lunged from the bed and across the room . He hit the snooze button and the noise stopped. Dim lights turned on, revealing the room. It was simple, clean, and spacious. Moderator quarters were well furnished, though Grif only stayed in them when he was on station; which was infrequently enough.

"Good morning Adelaide," Grif said, as he went to gather some clothes.

"Good morning Grif," the AI responded. "Your shots were dead center this morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I did," Grif said, heading toward the shower. "Can you start the shower, 107.5 degrees, please?" The water started.

"What's new?" Grif asked. Adelaide responded by projecting the information on one of the shower walls. Three ships were arriving, the ERA Arwen, the IF Endeavor, and the SPEW Cat's Eye. A member had posted a story title in all caps. Grif edited it out. Things were shaping up to be another normal day.

Whatever that was on a place like YWS...

Profile

Name: Noninjaspresent "noni"/"jae"

YWS Age: 11 months

Occupation: Ninja / Poetry Addict / Part-Time Unofficial YWS Chat Life Coach

Skills: Martial Arts, poetry reviews, I.T.

AI

Name: Kalaila (Kali for short.)

Type: Global A

Personality: Curious, intelligent, impatient, and informative. Kalaila also has a half-decent but sometimes extreme sense of humour.

Ship

Fleet: N.I.G.H.T

Name: Silver Shuriken

Classification: Shadow Spark

Appearance: A deep black upside down V shaped ship with silver lettering in a secret language on the sides. Atomic electron thrusters adorn the tips of the V, and there is a small window at the apex. A very translucent silver aura surrounds the ship. This is the ships electromagnetic anti-assault shield. (I'll add a picture when I find one.)

Defence Mechanisms; EP Anti-Assault Shield, 2 Class (4) Positron Blasters, Class (2) Ranged Defence Pulse, 4 Class (3) A4 Skirmish Lasers, Class (5) Dark Fire Self Destruct, 10 Shadow Spirit Emergency Pods with Class (1) Mini A4 Skirmish Lasers.

Charlie stood with his back to the main reactor. He was the last crew-member alive. The ship had fallen and now was the time of The Punslinger's Last Stand. Charlie ran a hand through his hair. Hopefully someone would remember his deeds today. They were bound to make a terrific story.

The sound of military boots drifted down the corridor, closely followed by a squad of soldiers in German army uniform. The hi-tech weapons looked out of place next to the twentieth century attire, but nobody dared say that to them.

Charlie scowled. He hated Grammar Nazis.

"Schtand down, puny human." The order came from their leader. Charlie noticed the Red Pen medal of honour on its chest. This had gotten interesting.

"If that's a joke about my height," Charlie replied, "I'm afraid I'll have to cut you SHORT."

There was a crackle as the pun started to energise Charlie's weapon. The Pun Stun Gun glowed in his hand, but as Charlie was keeping it hidden behind his back this was more than the Grammar Nazis knew.

"Vat manner of vriter are you?"

"A good one," said Charlie. He flashed them a grin for good measure. "I guess you could say I'm on the WRITE side."

For the first time the Grammar Nazis looked worried.

"Vhy are you vearing such formal clothes?"

Charlie winked and brought the PSG out from behind his back. The Grammar Nazis realised their mistake, but by then it was far too late.

"For the ladies," Charlie replied. "They say it SUITS me."

He pulled the trigger and closed his eyes. The explosion knocked him backwards off his feet and against the side of the reactor. Hot white light surrounded the Grammar Nazis and with one final concerted scream they disappeared from existence.

"OH yeah," Charlie celebrated.

Rydia's voice crackled through the intercom. "Good job, Charlie. I think that's enough training for today."

There was a momentary hum as Rydia turned off the simulation. The reactor room, the corridor, and the sooty remains of the Grammar Nazis all faded away. Charlie remembered he was in Training Room C of the Cat's Eye. The simulations were just so realistic.

"Meet me in the canteen," Rydia's disembodied voice rang out once more. "It's time for lunch."

Noni pulled tightly on the two strips of jet back cloth. Such a frivolously absurd and obvious item wasn't usually a part of her attire, but it fit the part perfectly for what she was about to do. She kicked aside the clothes she had just changed out of and curled her lips in a devious smile. This is going to be fun. she thought as she stepped through the shiny sliver of the electronic door and out into the brightly lit hallway.

Noni looked around suspiciously. It was still kind of hard for her to believe that Macavity was so willing to help her with this. It was even harder to believe that none of the crew had found her yet, but then again, Mac had quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

Nina travelled through the halls at a quiet, but swift pace, still wary of her surroundings. Even if Mac hadn't told the crew her plans, they could still easily walk in on her as she headed towards the cafeteria. She especially didn't want to surprise Charlie while he still had his Pun Stun Gun on hand after his training exercise. If she had to face that, she'd certainly be a gonner.

She turned one last corner and stood to face the gleaming cafeteria doors. Noni smiled once again when she saw the red light on the bathroom sign to the left of the cafeteria door. This was her signal that all was good and that the 'bird's in the nest'. Noni pulled down the fist tacky foam shuriken from the holder strapped to her forearm, thus activating the automatic dispensing system. She flexed her wrist and placed her hand on the door handle. She then turned the handle and started to push her smile growing into a big cheesy grin.

"Sometimes I wonder if I have a case bad of dyslexia."

Jabber was going over the character profiles for a recent storybook she agreed to participate in called YWS Down Under, but when she skimmed through hers, she noticed that "pernosality" was the newest spelling of the term.

"It's probably too late to fix it before anyone else sees it," Jabber says. "I'll leave it for historians with PhDs in YWS Studies to muse over it in a few centuries."

She blinked.

The spelling was fixed.

"Oh, that Lit. Misc. Crew!"

Jabber scooted away from her desk, pulling herself away from the YWS game simulation. It was still in beta mode with additions still coming in, but she liked wasting time. Especially when she was supposed to do work. It's way more satisfying gameplay that way!

"YWS Launching Bay in ten minutes."

"Thanks, Brucey!" Jabber exclaimed. The AI made a sort of heavy sigh, but it didn't bother her one bit. Instead, she opened her closet. A huge selection of identical uniforms hung in a tidy row. Green was never really her color, but Larvitar was definitely her scheme!

She slipped on her skin-tight suit. For some reason, this style has always been the popular one for SPEW Scouts, but Jabber looked good in it; so who was she to complain?!

"Landing in five minutes. Adjusting flight patterns."

With one last look in the mirror and a quick fix of her hair, Jabber left her quarters. The Fiction Crew had been doing their share of work today, and it was a good run, too. Mary Sues and Gary Stus were struck down left and right, and info-dumps didn't stand a chance against their SHOWer lasers. Though she had to admit: Some of her Grammar Geeks would turn into Grammar Nazis if she wasn't careful. Perhaps another reminder about that will help?

"Destination reached. You are free to disembark."

"You're so awesome, Batman!"

Sigh.

Grif slid into his SPEW Commando suit. It was a new suit, one which Stella had delivered the previous day. It fitted Grif perfectly. The suit automatically adjusted to Grif's body temperature. Grif regarded the helmet that came with it. It had a wide field of vision, and contained a heads up display that was linked with the suit. Grif put the helmet on. The suit automatically connected to it and sealed it in place. It was like wearing a second skin.

Grif then tested the various functions of the suit. He tested the shields, it's heat and visual camouflage, and jet pack. When he completed his test, he grabbed the last piece of equipment from his locker.

The last piece of equipment was the SPEW Personal Defense Armament, or PDA. It was similar to the ZF-1. It had alternating barrels. Ammunition was teleported into the chamber, saving Grif the trouble of reloading and carrying ammunition. Grif inspected the PDA, before putting it on his back. It connected and became a part of the suit.

With his tests done, Grif changed the armor color to Moderator Green and headed for the SPEW Gryphon.

On her way to the canteen, Rydia stopped to correct a spelling mistake in the storybook forum. Seriously. They were away on mission for three days and already things were getting out of place. It did feel good to be docking back at the YWS Station.

"What's our status report, Mac?" she asked as she pushed open the canteen doors and took a seat at the central table. Almost before she'd sat down, cat drones dressed in little waiter suits acrobatted their way over to the table, one dropping down from the ceiling and two somersaulting in.

"Just approaching the station now," Macavity's voice announced through the speakers. The drones spread a blue and white checkered table cloth over the table, a vase of flowers was produced from somewhere and one of them passed her a menu.

"Good." Rydia turned to one of the cat drones. "Two for lunch, please." The rest of her crew might be joining them later but for now it was just her and Charlie and here he was, right on time. Rydia glanced up, not even slightly phased by his suit; she'd become accustomed to them. Rydia herself was wearing a brown under dress with her green armour over the top. A sabre hung in its sheathe at her side.

"I think I'm going to have the lasagna," Rydia mused as the cat drones brought another menu and two glasses of milk. "How about you?"

"I-" Suddenly the door opened and the cat drones (who had already been bringing the lasagna out, they were that quick) threw their plates away, splattering Charlie in the process and went into full attack mode. It was over in seconds. Rydia sat and blinked as Noni was brought to the ground and tied up with balls of string.

"Uh... let me guess. Macavity inviited you to lunch but forgot to inform the cat drones or - me." Rydia shook her head and told the cat drones to let her go.

"Well ladies," Charlie said. "It looks like lunch is ON ME."

Rydia snorted and shook her head. "Set a third place for lunch, please."

Noni knew it was almost too good to be true. Even with this knowledge she was still disappointed when she was attacked by the cat drones that Mac was supposed to keep away. She was also rather disappointed at being down so quickly. "I'll have to get back at Mac," she thought as the drones tied her up with string.

She then heard Rydia speak. "Uh... let me guess. Macavity inviited you to lunch but forgot to inform the cat drones or - me." This was shortly followed by a command to untie Noni.

As she began to get, Charlie spoke. "Well ladies," he said. "It looks like lunch is ON ME." Noni couldn't help but splutter out a laugh at this. It seemed like she might still get to have her fun today. Noni quickly tucked away the unsheathed shuriken and sat down at the table, slowly piecing together a way to pull her plan off.