captain-silverstep

[captain-silverstep]

He pulls his hat off his helmet and half heartedly pulls it on, offering his helmet to the man with little hesitation. Quite the show of trust, isn’t it old man?

“Have at. Standard fare, you know how it ticks.”

He’d be warning or threatening anyone else over possibly breaking it, but not the Admiral.

“Fuck you, though, all the same. ‘Try art’, I sure did and here we are. You’re lucky you got to stay retired for this mission.”

He rolls his eyes, the playful tone in his voice betraying his smile.

“… Still though, I’m concerned. This… Has far too many risks tied to it. If you need anything for this, it’s yours. No questions asked.”

As if this ship couldn’t get any worse.

Captain moves swiftly across the ship, speed and presence keeping people out of his way as he moves off to his friend’s workshop. He’s fully aware of when he’d be “seen” and slows only faintly to make sure the Admiral has time to finish up what he’s doing, if he’s working on something.

He gets to the door, and stops, hands clasped calmly behind his back. He’ll speak up when the door is closed behind him, and he’s sure he has a moment of quiet with the man, away from unwanted ears.

- @captain-silverstep

@captain-silverstep

The Admiral is, predictably, in the same place as always. Too early to have really gone anywhere, unless he had a mission in mind- and with whatever was going on, he had much more pressing matters to be attending to.

Said pressing matter had, in fact, come right to his doorstep. Convenient!

"COME IN, IT'S OPEN."

The old cyborg was currently making space in the workshop, having done the equivalent of throwing everything off his main table (that is to say, it had all been thrown into boxes along the edges of the room) and now doing similar to the lone couch (in that he was moving boxes off of it, on top of other boxes, somewhat haphazardly). Gesturing vaguely at both locations, he questioned,

"ANY PARTICULAR IDEAS AS TO WHAT'S GOING ON, OR ARE WE AT THE START OF THIS FUN NEW PROBLEM?"

The door is closed and, in a moment, locked behind Captain. With any luck, no one would bother them for now, beyond potentially people hassling him over his coms...

[captain-silverstep]

With the door closed, Captain sighs, and immediately pulls his helmet off. Comms? Not a problem if he doesn’t have access to them. He tucks it under his arm, and sighs gain.

“No ideas, just… Some underlying sort of dread at the start of the loop.”

Once he’s certain it won’t throw the other off, he drops himself onto the couch, groaning quietly.

“They don’t seem… Malicious? But it’s sure concerning. Alien planet, no close contact points from UEM space, totally black spot… New connections.”

He shows his head and falls backwards against the couch.

“I fucking hate this place, J.”

As if this ship couldn’t get any worse.

Captain moves swiftly across the ship, speed and presence keeping people out of his way as he moves off to his friend’s workshop. He’s fully aware of when he’d be “seen” and slows only faintly to make sure the Admiral has time to finish up what he’s doing, if he’s working on something.

He gets to the door, and stops, hands clasped calmly behind his back. He’ll speak up when the door is closed behind him, and he’s sure he has a moment of quiet with the man, away from unwanted ears.

- @captain-silverstep

@captain-silverstep

The Admiral is, predictably, in the same place as always. Too early to have really gone anywhere, unless he had a mission in mind- and with whatever was going on, he had much more pressing matters to be attending to.

Said pressing matter had, in fact, come right to his doorstep. Convenient!

"COME IN, IT'S OPEN."

The old cyborg was currently making space in the workshop, having done the equivalent of throwing everything off his main table (that is to say, it had all been thrown into boxes along the edges of the room) and now doing similar to the lone couch (in that he was moving boxes off of it, on top of other boxes, somewhat haphazardly). Gesturing vaguely at both locations, he questioned,

"ANY PARTICULAR IDEAS AS TO WHAT'S GOING ON, OR ARE WE AT THE START OF THIS FUN NEW PROBLEM?"

The door is closed and, in a moment, locked behind Captain. With any luck, no one would bother them for now, beyond potentially people hassling him over his coms...

[captain-silverstep]

Psst psppsp are these working hi hello

Im staring at you from afar.

Alright, yeah. He stands up and leaves his cabin, swiftly walking out down the long metallic halls of the Safe Travels, aiming towards someone else’s cabin.

“Unfortunately they’re working. Hello. Welcome to my personal communications channel. Which you should not have access to.”

He sounds unamused.

[captain-silverstep]

Hey, what year is it?

"Why do you..."

He sighs.

"5016."

[captain-silverstep]

whaaaaat? you don't wanna get rid of us THIS early do u :(?

This makes him stop. "Colon open parenthesis" is highly amusing to hear over comms, firstly, and second. Early? Fixing shit won't matter if the loop is still happening. Fucker.

"Breaches in security aren't a laughing matter. I've been kind enough to entertain your questions, but you should not be able to be on this frequency, we're in the middle of nothing. Unless you're about to tell me you're from-"

He sharply cuts himself off. That's classified information.

"... It doesn't matter. You shouldn't have access to these comms."

[captain-silverstep]

liz… meant, the world to you? you mean she means the world to you, right?

“No, she meant the world to me.”

Aaand he sits behind his desk again, heavily leaning on it. Sore subject.

“She still does, but… She’s gone. You know about my wife, but not her passing? They kinda made a big deal of it, a woman like that doesn’t pass and get swept under the rug.”

Alright, no. He needs to go find… Anyone he’s willing to be without his helmet around. Desperately. He stands, and fixes his jacket. He needs some air. Badly.

[captain-silverstep]

why dont you like talking about the amount of time you’ve been captain ?

God, there’s a lot going on in his comms… He’s got half a mind to march off to the Admiral’s room to just get a fucking breather. At least these aren’t ship wide comms…

At least the only person to mention it to him is someone with access to his personal comms channel…

“I’ve been a captain for a long time. Got the promotion over something I’m not to keen on sharing. The fame that came with it is… Well, I’m even less keen on talking about my time as captain. I’m… Sure you’ve heard the stories of ‘Captain Silverstep’, no?”

[captain-silverstep]

CAPTAIN, IS THERE SOMETHING WE NEED TO BE WORRIED ABOUT? DOES THIS CONSTITUTE A SECURITY BREECH, OR IS THIS INTENTIONAL. (@TenBillion)

- @tenbillion

Captain perks right the hell up at the familiar voice, shaking his head before correcting himself. Why the fuck does he keep nodding at the blind man. The one that’s not even in his fucking cabin.

He sighs, sounding rather exhausted as he replies.

“It’s not intentional, but I couldn’t for the fucking life of me tell you what caused it.”

He moves back to his desk, looking it over as he talks.

“If you need access to anything, say the word and I’ll get you it to try and crack down on this- I’m not looking forward to even more nonsense to deal with.”

[captain-silverstep]

awwwh com'on big man, what'd i do :3c

There she is. He visibly relaxes.

“You know damn well well what you did, kid.”

But his tone is warm. Affectionate, even.

[captain-silverstep]

HIII DADD TWIRLS AT YOU

He recoils at the volume, bringing a hand up reflexively. Ow, loud.

“… Sorry, I- you’re… Certainly not Galaxy. I can’t be picking up random children on a mission like this. One is bad enough…”

[captain-silverstep]

What do I sound like to you? WhAt AbOuT wHeN i Do ThIs?

Captain winces, drawing back sharply as he waves a hand in the air.

“Would you cut that out? I have things to do.”

He huffs, and stands from his desk, walking around it to the large window, hands clasped calmly behind his back. This is not doing something, sir.

“… Perfectly generic, though. If that makes sense.”

[captain-silverstep]

Do you remember her face? Your wife’s, I mean.

… So they know him.

Know his story, at least in passing. He huffs, turning to look out the window, down at the planet below, fixing his hat and helmet faintly.

“… Of course I do. Liz meant the world to me. How could I not?”

[captain-silverstep]

58 is a long time!! how much of it was spent being a captain?

He’s silent a moment. Should he speak up on such things? He doesn’t… Like. Talking about this. But these people are… Different, somehow.

“Captain specifically, about 14 now, bordering on 15. Overall… I’ve been here for 40 years.”

[captain-silverstep]

How's the Mission Going Captain

“It’s… Going.”

He sighs, shaking his head as he gets up, walking around his desk to look out the window of his cabin. Then he pauses. That’s not a voice he recognizes.

“… Huh.”

… Worse things have happened to him. This is pretty standard, by this point.

“Long, tiring. A simple rescue mission turned… Highly. Highly classified. This… Is going to take a lot out of all of us.”

[captain-silverstep]

Captain’s Log, September 23, 5016. Time: 13:45, Mars Standard.

Another loop. We’re making progress, I think. I hope. We’re due for a lucky break by now, we have to be. I’ve spoken with the Admirals, with Gib, they… This has to be it. The right path.

…

But I can’t help but feel something is different- something beyond us. Beyond these loops. It doesn’t sit right in my stomach. I’ll keep an eye out

— Captain E.S

Captain is available for questions

[captain-silverstep]

I’d worry more about your own safety than mine, Private.

General information + things of note

This is a HIGHLY canon divergent blog! The crew has been massively expanded upon in lore writing, and contains many, many personal headcanons and story beats!

This blog is massively open to crossovers, Original Characters, original WORLDS and just about whatever else Tumblr can throw at it.

Captain is a tired old man, with a very long life behind him, and a hell of a long mission ahead of him. He contains multitudes, and will likely surprise with responses!

Captain is very close to a few of his crew members, hand picked for the mission and all. When he got wind of the ship being used, and the sort of mission this was, picking his crew became part of his agreement to leave retirement over it.

The story here takes place in a time loop, the same mission over and over. Captain remembers loops, thanks to some peculiar items

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More fun information

Captain is 58!

Aroace, though he had a wife once upon a time.

7’6! This number is supported directly by the game, its… Somewhere in the discord. Wall of a man.

Calls people soldier both as habit and as a term of endearment

Adoptive father of someone, though not a formal part of the crew! He’ll make comments on her often. As well as the rest of his adoptive family!