Short List of NPCs

First Lieutenant Croftsman:

Originally slotted for her own unique branch of the military after discovering a more efficient method for field maintenance of cyborg parts via plant matter conversion, she opted to join the exploratory mission to Proxima B. While many applauded her decision to potentially sacrifice her Earth life for the good of humans, in reality, she had a fight with her landlord on the matter of whether or not her semi-sentient plant Nigel counted as a pet or not. The fact that it did occasionally wander the streets of her suburban neighborhood was considered a technicality she took umbrage with. In any case, she broke the lease and it just so happened that its end would coincide with mission departure. Nigel was released into the wild and as of yet there have been no serious reports on the matter.

-       Addendum: Nigel is running for local office as some have decided that a semi-sentient plant governs better at times than the average human politician. It is still better than the dog of 1972 who piddled during a serious tax conversation, or the parakeet of 2030 that could only speak in expletives.

She is best known for her less than traditional methods to plant expedition on Proxima B. Her most recent hands-on methods have resulted in the following flora and fauna notes:

-       See Chromodendrens

-       See Turuk Trees

-       See Faeries

-       See Havroids

-       See Haifisch

Often defying the military protocols to wander off and encounter the local species that has been her exploratory wonderlands, she is one of a few accepted humans deemed Anomalies by local residents. While the intelligence has been quite useful, higher ups have ignored her more socially leaning observations, who continue to see the local species as nothing more than technically advanced animals/savages. It is very frustrating and insulting to her repertoire of qualifications, so she has decided to see about assimilating into one of the local cultures or tribes, much to Gladwell’s deepening chagrin.

As far as appearance goes, it is difficult to pin down. She has shaved her head to cut down on distractions. Her increasing use of personal cybernetics lets her vary her height and pigment to blend into her surroundings and allow for closer observations. She is slowly becoming a Chromodendren addict and has failed to note in other journals the psychedelic symptoms that overconsumption can give, including but not excluding the ability to commune with the planet.

Quotes: "It's true. Some might call me a mad scientist but they couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, I'm quite the contrary. I'm a very happy scientist. Look at me. I'm smiling! Now give me a hand with his body. The neurotoxins are finally setting in. Gotta scan him fast."

"Hate Gladwell? How could you even think that?! He's the first one to try my little inventions, and he's the most reliable on the pain scale."

"Rest assured. If I wanted you dead, I'd just stop repairing you."

"Oh, it'll definitely make you feel better. It'll also give you the most heinous bowels in the unit. Though, it'll probably be hard to tell the difference at this point...you know what? Go ahead."

Second Lieutenant Gladwell:

Originally Lieutenant Croftsman’s assistant, he generally is on the receiving end of some of Croftsman’s adventures. After the Shardmite incident, he was used to test Croftsman’s theory on the medicinal properties of local plants. Gladwell, while technically a lieutenant, is rarely called by his title as those are two more valuable syllables of time that he cannot afford. Once sporting a heavy head of black hair, he now is left a distinguished patch. His once handsome face leans more towards the mechanical side now as Croftsman decided to test some of her new cyborg addition to replace the missing half. It is now capable of an even smile, though the use of shardmite shells as teeth is a bitter irony he’d rather not discuss. As more injuries incur, it delights Lieutenant Croftsman to use more of her experimental enhancements that are compatible with local flora and fauna. He has so far had the following additional modifications: installment of fire extinguishing equipment, a pocket insert on his right thigh filled with sap to offset the Faeries' unfortunate obsession with him, and several slots in his false leg containing a wide variety of antidotes, antitoxins, creams, ointments, and a lucky four leaf clover that has yet to prove its worth.

He is increasingly certain Lieutenant Croftsman has lost her mind, but is too afraid of her to quit his position. This is not surprising as several years before leaving for the mission, Croftsman decided to put an attachment chip in him so she wouldn’t have to start over on another guinea pig anytime soon. He is a perfect example of Croftsman’s less than stellar adherence to the moral and ethical codes of her profession.

Quotes: "She's been eyeing my leg lately. I'm pretty sure that's the next to go." - prior to mysteriously stepping into a pit of shocknewts.

" I knew it."

" I think I'm her closest friend and that's terrifying."

"Don't touch her stuff. She knows exactly how she left it. She'll dust for prints and find out who did it. She won't tell you she knows. Instead you'll wait and wait. Wondering if she found out. After months you'll forget about it. Then one night you're going to wake up as if from a nightmare and you'll have a baby hand instead of a normal one. No I don't know where she gets them from. But you'll definitely have one."

" She told me the other day : Gladwell, You're the best at getting surgeries. How do you even respond to that?!"