Thread: Down to Brass Tacks(Warning: Breeding Monsters, Anthros, Beasts and Incest lurk here)

RE Down to Business ------------------------------------ ScifiAlien Based Roleplays -Roleplays regarding the far-flung future or just alien interactions with modern day humans, anything from alien wars to robotic androids are here. Alien Hive It seems that humans are not alone, in the year 2079 we managed to build several massive space-ships, basically floating cities to ease the pressure off an already crowded Earth. These ships fired off in all directions, each was set for a planet that had conditions close to those of Earth, in hope that colonies would sprout up across the universe. One of the ships, named The Argo, named after a large ship from mythology. It was set for a planet called Epson Five and once they reached it the human population were ready to colonize it and begin setting up new lives for themselves. However, scans of the planet showed that it was inhabited by a native race, something that the long range sensors on Earth or the ship were unable to detect. They were a burrowing race that mostly lived underground, only coming above it to interact with other groups. They were called Zirus, giant insectiods that managed to out-think the mammals and reptiles on their planet, becoming unmatched. They live in massive underground cities, called hives, each hive is lead by anywhere from one to four Zirus females who are extremely old and wise. They are called Queens, though unlike the queens of social insects on Earth, they do not lay vast amounts of eggs, in fact they hardly mate and lay any eggs at all. Instead they ingest a special sort of jelly, created by a mix of blood and a rare pollen from a native tree, this jelly is eaten by the queens and in turn it ferments inside of their bodies. The substance is refined in the Queen's gut and can be expose to other creatures through body fluid, the most common being sexual relations. The jelly doesn't affect other Zirus, but in other species it mutates into being a Zirus, though sometimes traits of their former shape and body design are kept. Each Queen has a job to do and that is to make sure their hives have as varied genetics as possible. This means that no two Zirus ever look the same, even siblings could look drastically different. The humans of The Argo want to make a deal with the Zirus for natural resources, but the Zirus might just see them as a new source of DNA to bolster their own stock. Perhaps some sort of balance can be gained, but will the higher ups really sell off their own people in this manner? The fate of this exploration is in your hands. Ruins of Terra Thousands of years in the future, in the 53rd Millennium Mankind finds itself shattered and cast adrift to the stars. Hundreds of years before this state, humanity were expanding too fast, they used their advanced technology to colonize other planets, terraforming them to support life and transplanting creatures from their own planet to create new ecosystems. Watching in fear a xenophobic race from the stars attacked mankind, nearly wiping them out and sending them back decades. Contact with the colonies was lost and the people trapped on the planets were forced to find their own ways to survive. Each turning to different methods, using meager stores of genetic technology each planet's population were forced to change in whatever way suited their new life styles best. However the humans of Terra remained largely the same, save for their numbers drastically cut down and psychic abilities becoming somewhat common over the years. Now as Terra rediscovers space travel, their minds stretch out towards the stars, looking for the lost colonies and the faceless aliens who crushed their ancestors so long ago. But after so long, what will they find on the lost planets? Will their cousins see them as family or cut them down as aliens themselves? And even with their help, do they even stand a chance against the shadowy xenos who guard the wealth of space so jealously? The Ultimate Prize In the age where man has joined the multitude of other races who populate the stars, while peace is just a far flung concept, the many races managed to agree on a power structure that doesn't involve giant armadas facing off against each other and countless dead. Sadly this agreement was crafted by one of the most ancient of races who were a bit crazy, they created a system based on racing through courses set on different planets. Every dispute could be handled without loss of life, though the nature of these races did claim a life now and again. This would have been the ideal set up if not for the same ancient race. Known as Excellerons, even fifty galactic years they would host their own races, full of strange rules and even stranger race courses. Whatever species or person won this race would have the unquestioned support of the Excellerons, which could either grant great prosperity or great suffering. While the races are bitter and cutthroat, love and lust can bloom between different species and racers, though the impact of their desires could cost them fame and glory. The ultimate risk for the ultimate prize. The Test Aliens will always be curious about other species, but what happens when someone gets picked up for one of these experiments? No one knows their goals, wants or desires, only that they are clearly testing humanity for some reason or another. These changes are random, being anything from limb replacement to mutation. Some people think the aliens have poor genetics and are looking for ways to boost their population by mutating humans so they can birth hybrids that will be far stronger than their parents. AI is a Crapshoot Basic Scifi setting where humans have taken to the stars to join the vast number of other races as they all try to figure out their own footing. Technology has reached the point that androids are commonplace but truly advanced AIs are rare, in a bid to create a new line of AI as creative and driven as a human a company sells a bunch of experimental AI to a large distributor who in turn supplies them to low bidding sources to help test the new AI. These include robots in the construction field, maintenance and other jobs that most don't pay attention to. these bargain AIs are also snapped up by slightly less legit businesses such as those who wish to run pleasure droids, robots and androids used for pleasure of any one or a number of races. These experimental AI however prove to be more than what they once were, giving true independent thought and being like emotions, if confronted with one of these new bots how would someone react to a sexual toaster asking for their help? This is also one of the only roleplays I have a base primer for It was a dark night, the crowd was thick in the club, light flashing all around the many patrons who either clustered around the bar or were busy cheering at the stage. Over the loudspeakers booms a thick male voice Ladies! Best you scrape those credits together and any poor girls who love a nice, hard crankshaft, well you better turn your eyes to the stage because time for Bobbing Gears to roll out. as soon as the announcement went out the lights dimmed a bit and a spotlight highlighted the stage. Slowly the curtains parted and a figure stepped out, he looked like a normal human man, though with dark hair, strong cheekbones and a rather stunning all around body. He was wearing a loose fitting jacket, the middle was unzipped to show off his abs, and a pair of torn up jeans. He struck a pose on the stage, hands on his hips and chest out as he smiled at the crowd who cheered, it was a mixed group this night with cyborgs, living slimes, strange reptile like aliens and all sorts of races mingling together to enjoy the dancing males on display. Raising an arm up he showed off his human hand, then the skin seemed to just vanish, the man rolled up the sleeve and the more it exposed the quicker the human hologram melted away. He then mimicked the motion with the other arm, this was followed by him bending over, placing his hands on the stage as the jacket fell down over his head, showing off his now bear back which turned into panels and gears. The jacket fell down to the ground and he stood back up, taking his time the stripper leaned down until his knees were on the ground. Hooking his thumbs into the corners of the jeans he began to draw them down and as he did human skin gave way to smooth robotic parts. Once they were just barely hanging on to his hips he grabbed on to the near by pole and pulled himself up off the floor. Wrapping one leg around the pole he then pulled himself up further until he was no longer touching the floor. The higher he climbed the lower the jeans tugged until the slid right on down his legs, displaying his entire robot body before he dropped down to the floor with a dull thud. The only thing left was his head which remained human, right up until the last couple of seconds when it to faded away. Alright now! Who is the lucky robosexual who will get to spend a night with the most experienced, most advanced toy money can buy? There came a great cheering from the crowd as numbers were shouted out and the bids collected, at least until one octopus looking women snaked a tentacle onto the stage and wrapped it around the robot's ankle joint. With a not quite so manly yelp, the poor stripper was torn off his stage and into the crowd where he was grabbed, pinched, kissed and licked at as he struggled to get away from the developing brawl. There were a few bouncers on hand who started to break things up but one towering giant woman made of rock decked the first bouncer so hard he flew into the far wall. Soon the drunken fight became less about the object of their lust and more about beating the annoying bitches around them. Taking advantage of the confusion, the robot designated 80B1-G34R or better known as Bobby Gears, did something so against his programming that the act would shock him for years to come. He left. Grabbing a dark coat from the rack near the entrance, Bob ran out the door of the club and down the street. He was so panicked that the robot didn't even bother to flick on his hologram, after putting a few blocks between himself and the club Bob began to realize just how lost he was. He slowed down and looked about, feeling utterly lost the robot hugged his coat tightly to his bare frame, without knowing what else to do he started calling out for help, with any luck he figured he could find the authorities, perhaps they could be of some use. But with next to no knowledge of the outside world poor Bob just ended up wandering down every random dark alley way, getting more lost by the second.