to sign up and talk OOC visit here: http://www.everypony.com/forums/sho...ecruitment-centre-red-dwarf-rp-signup-and-OOC It has been 3 million years since the cadmium II had killed all of Red Dwarfs crew. But of course only the dead crew members and the ships computer (Eighty) knows about that. So after your long cryogenic slumber/Evolution/reactivation/Becoming a Hologram. There is one thing on your minds (especially if your a pony) to return to equestria and to relax in Fiji the only problem is your light years away from it. Robin emerges from his cryogenic slumber only to find Dust everywhere. "Eighty, are you here. what the hell is this stuff".
Oh, goodmorning Robin. Rather, I hope you've slept well. As for your query, I'm afraid the sweeper robots have been holding a strike for the past twelve hundred years. Apparently my attention is not enough.
Dead. They're all dead. Horrible tragedy. I'm sure if I had emotions I might tear up an reminisce about it.
Shermane's light bee rounded the corner and stopped in front of the stasis booth. A hologram of the him appears below it. "Finally, someone's awake. It's only been about 2, 3 million years or so? I don't know. As for the robots, they're okay. It was was only the radiation that basically killed everybody. Anywho, it's nice to see we have at least one able body."
Don't listen to him. he died before the others anyway. I'm running protocol to boot up some company for you, but I'm afraid I can't maintain much. The backup generators have been running for the past 2,892 years. We're close to running them dry. Actually, the should be dead already, but it's amazing how much power you save when you don't have to run life support. Or course, when I stopped running the cryostasis, it appears I needed to boot up life support. You kill joy...
Scrap's eyes glowed for a moment, sparking back to life. His leg slowly inched into the air in front of him. It seemed like Scrap's eyes would reach maximum light levels, but suddenly a shattering noise echoed and sparks flew out of them, turning them black again. Scrap rolled his head around, getting used to movement again. He frowned as he looked around. "Sure is awful dark in here." he mused. He walked forward, but his limbs bunched up a bit, so he tried moving them even more. "WOW what a nap! How long have I been there?
Oh, good, one of the AIs are up. Most of them have been powered down since I rationed their plug-in time.
"at least I'm not alone. Im Sgt Robin hoof security and according to eighty it's been 3 million years". he then pulled on the tail thinking It was some loose wiring.
Precisely Two-million, nine hundred and seventy-two thousand, eight hundred and twenty-two years... but thanks for summing it up.
