Audio Engineering
Voice Acting
Music Composition
Creating Manga and Webcomics
ImprovisationHello, everyone! This casting call is for writers and voice actors for Season 1 of "Frontier: Stories from Starfield", based on Bethesda's new Starfield game launching 9.1.23. This podcast will be a serial anthology of tales in a wide variety of styles and tone akin to shows like "The Outer Limits", "The Twilight Zone" and "Amazing Stories" with each standalone episode being 60 minutes in length. We're really looking for a diverse selection of stories and genres celebration the exploration of space to be expected in the game with its wonders and horrors.
People cast for main roles will be asked to provide lines for additional, smaller roles not featured on CCC. If you're not cast for a main role, and your voice matches the tone of the show, we may ask you to provide lines for supporting roles in the production.
All roles are in the English language.
As this is a fan project only, all roles are unpaid and in accordance and compliance of Zenimax Terms of Use this show is a not for profit venture that simply celebrates a shared love of Starfield with the creation of new, immersive original stories. Additionally, 100% of any ad revenue from this podcast will be donated to our 3rd party Tiltify managed charity drive for the Save the Children Organization, that since 1919 has made a difference for children all over the world in child health, education and protection. All voice actors however will be IMDB credited for their roles regardless of the size of the role. All episodes of the show will be listed on there.
WHAT TO EXPECT
Expect to be warmly greeted by Kenneth Vigue, the creator and showrunner. At this point, you'll be part of our Starfield family, where you'll get to interact with other voices actors from around the globe, all of whom offer a wealth of experience and knowledge.
We communicate primarily through Discord and Facebook Messenger. If you are unfamiliar with either of these applications, you can still audition, however, we strongly, strongly recommend participation through Discord so that you can collaborate with your fellow voice actors. We've used Discord and Facebook Messenger with other projects and it has been of immense value.
WHAT WE ASK OF WRITERS
Writing short compact tales is a challenge and one that we hope you'll enjoy! With the rare exception we're looking for well written stories with relatable characters. We are running 11 episodes in our first season, 8 of which are open to outside writers from the team for story concept submissions. All podcast episodes will be fully produced and edited by our team with rich, cinematic soundscapes and orchestral music.
WHAT WE ASK OF VOICE ACTORS
First and foremost, have fun -- we take pride in bringing together talents in different mediums to create something truly phenomenal, but none of it means anything if the people involved aren't passionate about their craft.
Please submit clean recordings on prosumer mics (no air conditioners in the background, no fans -- we don't mind performing SLIGHT noise reduction on your files, however too much clean-up reduces the quality of your voice). And speaking of clean-up -- please let us handle the post-production. Don't add effects to your lines -- leave that to our audio geniuses :)
Feel free to cut your lines to your best/favorite takes. Three is the gold standard. We have a few voice actors that would rather give us more takes, and that's okay, too. However please at least remove the takes you don't want to be featured on the podcast.
Please submit your recordings as one .wav file to our podcast email address, which will be provided to you after casting. If a file is too large to submit via email, we prefer to use WeTransfer.
We do occasionally ask for line re-dos, but we do this sparingly and only after great consideration - we realize your time is valuable, and we won't ask for anything we can't work around in edits.
Lastly, since we are planning on multiple seasons of Fronter: Stories from Starfield, we 'd like to cast people who will be able to stick with us for a while. We're incredibly proud of the acting troupe we've formed over the years, and when starting a new project, we frequently return to voice actors we've worked with in the past. Be sure you're fully onboard with voice acting before committing to the character, as it's hard to write around you if you aren't fully invested.
My name is Kenneth Vigue, author and narrator of this podcast. Growing up my grandmother would take me to the library in the town where I grew up every weekend. One fateful day, I ventured out of the children's room and headed up the massive Victorian staircase to the upstairs. I was awestruck by the 3 level open space, surrounded with balconies filled with books. In one cornered I wandered up to the very top level and found a dark and dusty corner room. It was filled floor to ceiling with records, which I had never seen before. I checked out "Lights Out: Murder Castle", a vintage radio horror. So began a lifelong love of the kind of audio wizardry that could be cooked up with sound long, long before television. It required an active imagination and it cultivated it in turn.
Podcasting today has given new life to this vintage auditory art form, with groundbreaking shows such as "The NoSleep Podcast", "Limetown" and "The Black Tapes" being modern versions of classic radio drama.
With this podcast, 3 of my great loves have come together into some kind of mutated concoction of sound. My hope is to see more Fallout fans getting creative, sharing their passion and building on this amazing universe.
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Write and execute a 60 minute to 90 minute episode.
Say something you think would fit |
Jason is 12 to 13 years old, innocent, inquisitive. Jason is proud of the work his father does, not quite understand the cost, consequence or danger that exists out there. As proud as he is, he misses him deeply when he's gone.
Sure, Miss Rose I’m ready. I did my project on my Daddy, Captain Jason Styra! He’s been a pilot since before I was born, flying back and forth on different missions. Sometimes he maps stars or explores scary planets and other times he’s just helping new colonies like this one get all set up! My Mom helped me make this model, it’s the Dauntless, Daddy’s ship and it’s gone all over. NO! Don’t touch that, Billy! You’ll break it! Thanks Miss Rose. Shut up Billy. In this box is something Daddy brought from his last trip. He found it deep, deep underground and it was the only one of its kind. See if you pet this rock right here…it sings and changes color! Isn’t that neat? Mommy says it doesn’t really sing, but that’s not what Daddy said. My Dad is one of the last captains exploring space for Constellation. When he’s gone, Mommy and I get lonely, but she said what he’s doing is real important and that people like him are called away. I asked her who called, and she said, “the stars.” I didn’t know what that meant, but she laughed, and she said since the beginning we were called from the sea to the land and from that land to other lands. Then to the moon and to Mars and finally out to the stars. She said some voices are louder than her “I love you” or my “please stay” and when they speak you have to go. I asked her, “what voices?” and she just kissed me on the forehead…yuck and said, “I told you. The stars.” When I grow up I want the stars to call me too so I can go out with Daddy and fly the Dauntless! My name is Michael Styra and this is my Tell. |
Even-keeled male voice, mid 30s. Prone to waxing philosophical. Voice is stern but melancholy and a variety of extreme emotions well under the surface. (Example: Chief Brody from Jaws)
Hey Eix. Sorry. I wasn’t sleeping. Just in a trance. There is something about staring into the vastness of space that settles my mind. It brings me a particular peace I can’t find anywhere else. (Jovial) I make it a regular habit to sneak out of my chamber so I can sit here with the lights down. Especially on the rotations when I can’t sleep. Which…is most of them. (Sighs, followed by a pause) What are you doing awake? |
No. I came all this way, but now that I’m out here he still seems off in the distance. God is like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. No matter how much you keep chasing it, the location it always ends up somewhere else on the horizon. |
La Claire, I need you to focus. Our ship has been destroyed and myself and my first mate are floating aimlessly with just a few minutes of air in our suits. Can you locate us if we ping you? |
Sleepy monotone female voice, late 30s. Very serious and unflappable under pressure. Even her shouts and screams seem measured. (Example: Laurel, the coroner from Men in Black)
Oh, Captain Holbrook. I didn’t see you there with the lights off. 18 Why are you still awake? I got up to use the chamber. Noticed the light was off in the cockpit, which seem peculiar. There is usually some kind of light shining through the small window in the door. Wanted to make sure the monitors hadn’t lost power. |
Seems like overkill. This is a research vessel. They don’t bother with outfitting this class of ship with shields or thruster redundancies. All we get is thicker cockpit glass and a handheld laser canon that can zap asteroids not much larger than a refrigerator. |
Light. Rainbows are just light refracted in particles. They can exist everywhere light is, but you can’t see them without the right conditions. That sounds like God to me. If God is like stars and stars are like rainbows and rainbows are everywhere, then I think you really have been staring at God this whole time. |
A quirky female voice, early 20s. Perky and obnoxious but dedicated to her tasks. (Example: Ed from Cowboy Bebop, but toned down a level)
[Kellen “Salsa” Verde is perky and obnoxious but dedicated] Hey Bloom. Wake up! Have you seen Holbrook and Eix? (pronounced ICKS)? |
You talk like you swallowed a dictionary written by Shakespeare and puked up by a moron. You’re never going to impress anyone here with that vocabulary. |
That was an awful long way to say banging. I think you were trying to say banging. I don’t know, with pen and ink it is possible were trying to make a metaphor for writing? Symbolism is dumb. (Pause) Hey Bloom, what do you do around here when you can’t sleep? |
A hammy male voice, early 50s. Speaks in an over-the-top, theatrical way, easily flustered and grumbling when he is called out on his personality.
(Groans) If they are not present on the underside of my eyelids, it is doubtful I would have gleaned their locale in my present stasis. |
(Annoyed groan) To address your original query, Captain Carson Holbrook takes his leave in the cockpit on nights in which sleep proves elusive. Ginger Eix (pronounced ICKS) has a bladder with an intolerance to holding greater than a thimbleful of liquid. I suspect the two have intersected in transit to their respective destinations. |
(Groans) Yes. I suppose a congress of carnal passion is also a viable option. These research sorties tend to be lengthy and lonely, and one tends not to shy away from inking their pen in whatever well is available. |
A flustered male voice with a diluted French accent. Aloof and unaware of his bumbling nature.
SOS. This is Captain Louis La Claire of the UCNG Pendleton. We are a passenger ship en route to Sagan. We were struck by an unknown object that has disabled the Pendleton’s portside engines. We would continue onward, but the damage has affected our reactor. We have engineers assessing the situation but would like to request any ship in the immediate area to assist with evaluating exterior damage and possibly holding on standby to tow Pendleton to the nearest spaceport. This message is set to repeat. |
A posh male voice. Privileged and disaffected by the chaos around him.
Ah, yes, this is Desmond Vanderlee. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking? |
I’ve certainly witnessed sunnier days, but I am not here to complain. I would like to negotiate passage on your vessel. I assume you have a free compartment in which I can stowaway? |
You’re listening now. Good. Twenty million for safe passage to Sagan. That kind of payout could get you a new ship, new home, an extended stay on Neon, whatever suits your fancy. I’ll even chip in extra to split with whatever crewmembers may be eavesdropping. |
A sinister male voice. Speaks slowly and deliberately, spacing out each syllable. His voice is otherworldly and almost robotic.
(Sinister and slow, almost robotic) Kerk…hoven. The one who is about to demolish your port side engine. |
I am still here. (pause) No passage. No quarter. Kerk…Hoven… |
Amy is a helmsman for an independent contracting vessel (ICV-0207 “The
Briquette”). She enjoys riding her speeder bike on her off time and hanging
out in the various mechanic shops around her home. She’s married to
Grace Delgado. They’ve been trying to have a child through invitro for
many years, so far they have been unsuccessful.
Age: 26
Traits: Brash, Tough, can show softness around Grace.
Voice: Gravelly, low, San Francisco Bay Area accent.
Cap, we’re gonna be here all day! Full power to aft thrusters, aye![Soft] I won’t be here if something happens |
Different? Different how? Wait, no. N-n-n-no You're not. Oh my god. I'm having. You're. You are having a baby. Wow. I'm (excited yell) |
(Anger) Alright, doc what's inside me? Huh? What is it? Am I regressing into a state of repressed anger from my childhood? Are the ghosts of my past written on my downturned brow? Tell me Doc! |
Brittany Lewis is the captain of “The Briquette”. In her younger years, she worked for Constellation. After becoming disillusioned by an incident involving a friend, she sought out independent work. She eventually purchased her own ship and with the help of another former constellation member, Dax McKenna, she refurbished and modernized the old vessel. Now she roams the galaxy with her crew picking up any job that pays well enough. She enjoys exercise and exploration.
Age: 46
Traits: Military manner while acting as captain, supportive one on one, adventurous.
Voice: Low, booming, authoritative, Standard American English Accent.
Engineering, report. 60% power to shields! [Soft] Just think about it. Ok? |
(Grunts as she lifts another set of weights) Remind me why you're here, again Dax? We don't set off for another few hours. (Grunts as she squats and goes back up) I'd like some alone time before I start having to deal with you again. |
(furious after her crew was killed) Amy was right. I should've sent your ass into space. EEP! Good you got the cleaner. Do it, EEP. Put her down. She's responsible for everything. Kill her EEP!!!! |
Dax is the lead engineer on “The Briquette”. Dax’s only vice is drinking. It started when
he worked for constellation and witnessed something terrible happen to a mutual friend
with Brittany Lewis. Ever since then Captain Lewis has been a sort of handler, trying to
keep him as sober as possible. Despite his need to drink, Dax is a very smart and
capable engineer. He re-built every system within the hull of “The Briquette”.
Age: 43
Traits: Laid back, drinker, jokester
Voice: Scottish Accent.
Welcome aboard the Briquette, she’s a right beauty isn’t she? I hear ya Cap’n, I do. You can’t rush perfection. |
[drunk] I’m going where the fun is! That's where I'm headed. Soon as the room stops spinnin' |
They send us on these bogus arse missions for this shitty arse pay and expect us to be happy about it. What's keeping me around when Constellation is offering way more for a lot less? |
Emile is the ship’s cook. He’s been with Captain Lewis and Dax for 10 years. He once
worked as a line cook on a Galactic Cruise Ship. He clawed his way up to head chef,
only for the cruise liner to go bankrupt. Left without a job, he found Dax in a bar and
they immediately hit it off. Unfortunately, over time Dax has started to wear on him. He
still cares for Dax like a brother. He can’t stand him a lot of the time, but when it comes
down to it, he’d do anything to save him. Like Dax, he too occasionally needs a drink to
get through the day.
Age: 39
Traits: Sarcastic, Not one for serious talk, loves making food for others.
Voice: average New England Accent
You know, the little kids with the funny neck ties. That seems pretty hard to deal with. So I’m out. Yeah, no. I’ll be in the galley if ya need me.” |
You a boy scout? You know, (grunts as he pushes a crate) Scouts, little dudes with the crazy looking neck ties or whatever. Don't they say something like (in a sort of mocking tone) "We're Prepared!" |
Damn that never gets old. Dax, I wish you were here buddy. This was his favorite thing. It's a rough business but have to admit it's fun as hell to use. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU DAX! (using flamethrower) |
Dr. Anderson spent most of his childhood in a remote space colony. At 14, he successfully completed medical school and went on to become a Virologist. At 28, he met his wife and settled down with his family. When his daughter was 8, a virus broke out and irradicated his colony. Only 1% survived. To prevent panic, an unknown entity erased all mention of the virus or the planet’s location. Dr. Anderson found his way out after an operation saved his life. Unfortunately, the chip implanted in his spinal column was not able to save his emotionality. He is very logical and can almost never show emotion. He’s been with “The Briquette” for a year.
Age: 52
Traits: Logical, Intelligent, very unaware of culture.
Voice: Medium to High, Monotone.
I do not understand that reference. I believe this will be the correct dosage. I apologize, Captain. |
Based on my memory files, I was certainly much more conversational before the operation. However, looking back it was either proceed with implementation or cease life. The implant was the logical choice. |
I believe I have synthesized something that might work as long as you can keep these clean up missions at bay. |
EEP is a 2 nd Generation Automaton. He was purchased by Captain Anderson to help
maintain the integrity of the ship’s electrical systems. EEP has been with “The
Briquette” for 3 years. Rumors abound about the ability of the 2 nd generation’s ability to
think independently. So far, no independent thought has been detected.
Age: Built 6 years ago.
Traits: Robotic, Logical, Intelligent.
Voice: Straight, Very to-the-point. EEP’s model configuration comes with a British
English Setting.
All Systems Functional, Captain. Positive rates, Captain. Of course, I will get to that right away. |
Destination reached, Captain. Beginning landing sequence. What shall I do with the ship, Captain? Perhaps we could outfit it counter more of these missions without direct infiltration. |
Grace is a Psychiatrist. Grace and Amy met when Grace’s then boyfriend owned a chop
shop. Amy was also her psychiatric client. Amy saw how badly he was abusing her and
one night, whisked Grace away. She hasn’t heard from her boyfriend since. 1 year later,
Amy and Grace married. They now live in a small apartment where Grace spends most
of her time, while Amy is away, watching daytime television and dealing with her clients.
Age: 30
Traits: Kind-hearted, Empathetic, Sometimes possessive over those she loves.
Voice: Medium to High, New England Accent.
I don't even know what you're on about. All I was going to ask is why you have to do this again. I mean you just got back 2 weeks ago. We just started getting a normal routine together. Finally. And now you're running away. |
(Fighting back tears. Slight whimper when she speaks.) Please just stay. We can find you work here. You don't have to put yourself in so much danger. You think it's healthy for me here worrying that my wife is dead? Frozen and cold out in some silent part of the galaxy? You think I enjoy that? |
We're having a baby! (laughing and happy crying) I know! I didn't think it was possible at this point, but he said it's healthy and growing. I've got some names picked out. You want to hear them? |
Sylvia is an engineering student. She just graduated from a local university and is
looking to make her way in the galaxy.
Age: 22
Traits: Rebellious, determined
Voice: Medium to Medium High
You give that spiel to everyone? This isn’t some military! You can’t bark orders at me! I don’t have to be a hero to save the day |
Yeah. You can't break things down into simple terms all the time. Some things are complicated. Some things are grey. You ought to know that captain. What it means to work in the grey. |
(furious, insane anger) You're gonna fucking die. You and the rest of the ship! Give up you bitch. |
Operations Chief of The Catasterism, mid 30’s, sarcastic at times with a casual tone that speaks to his rule-breaking, rogue-ish mindset.
That’s a you problem, Luke, not a me problem. Besides, I’m sure even the AI has a heart. You do have a heart, right ARES? |
(softly) I didn’t know. (a bit more force) I mean, everyone always jokes about it but that’s all I thought it was: a running gag for greenhorns. Not a truth. (pause) Damn. |
(sounding a little unhinged) I’m going to need a little more detail on that, Baxter. What were you doing? |
Captain of The Catasterism, 50 something, married to the stars and the job, long time captain for Helios Corporation superstitious but even-keeled unless questioned.
They’re not mysterious, they’re just above your paygrade. Rest assured, though, that they’re in place to ensure the well-being of the ship and crew in the event of unavoidable difficulties. |
To understand the unknown, to chart the uncharted… there will always be sacrifices. That is humanity’s history, ARES. Continue playback. |
(firmly but with a hint of compassion) This isn't a cruise ship, Mr. Carrick. There’s always a risk for deep space missions but every captain worth their weight in salt does their damnedest to stack the deck in their favor. |
I’m sorry, Mr. Carrick, but you don’t have clearance to access that information. |
(hint of snark) We all have our duties and obligations. Part of mine appears to be reminding crew members of theirs. |
Captain, if I may, there is merit in Mr. Carrick’s viewpoint. Ms. Bremmer is effective within her specialty but Mr. Vaughn was hand-picked exactly for the reason we are now facing. |
Married to Baxter Finnegan. Research scientist with a somewhat gritty tone, tough but playful
Hell no. Even I’m not dumb enough to piss off one of them. I’ve turned down every contract offered to me by them, but always politely. |
Nice job, Baxter. You’ve spooked the man. |
How old are you, five? Christ, man up and own it. No idea what you actually did but I’m betting it was against Baird’s orders. |
30-40 something, married to Riley Finnegan, research scientist with a pleasant, warm, friendly tone
(laughs) Everyone’s got a price, Riley, they just haven’t figured out yours. |
(confused) You okay Mason? You look like a Kreet Stalker just scurried over your grave. |
(strained answer from being pinned) What we always do: run samples through the systems, cross-check results, look for payloads… |
Somewhat gruff, a tad ego centric, and wanting of validation from his peers. A native of Akila, like most people he thinks he has a firm grasp of reality. That’s going to change. Intrepid, daring, but like all humans incredibly frail to the horrors of space. Note: this entire episode is strongly focused and carried by this character, so a big range of acting chops and emotion is required. :) You carry this episode!
All right, I don’t want to waste anymore probes, let's bring the ship’s speed down to a slow bell and try and get a look at this thing. Biggest concern is radiation, I don’t want this pulsar frying my equipment. |
Gamma radiation turned into visible light and then radio signals? Okay, so what’s your theory on that? |
(steadily rising panic and madness) Stop… please oh god, what are you saying, my head. I don’t understand what you are saying. Please, I don’t want to. No. No. No. No. (escalating to blind terror and madness) |
Onboard AI of the Cutter Virgil. Polite, effective, and constantly collating data. So, like a refined British butler with a fun wit. Cheerful, helpful AI system who may be going mad after exposure to data.
Confirmed, Skipper. Probe number 217 launching in 3, 2, 1. |
Unclear, but again, this is as to date an uncategorized class of natural phenomenon. Do not forget, that everything on earth adheres to the golden ratio, this may just be some more advanced concept such as that. |
The data, it’s pushing my calculating limits. I stretched myself harder than ever before. It definitely caused some irregularities in my code. |
Charles' Mother is a complex character. Sweet, doting and nurturing, she can rapidly mood shift into somethng darker and more sinister. Picture Annie Wilkes in Stephen King's Misery, a plaster mask of humanity underneath which is seething madness and malice.
Charlie! Charlie! Come help me with the water bucket! |
Oh this well sweetie? I was just looking at the things. The things in the well my darling boy. It’s not just a well after all. |
...the roaring darkness that will swallow you whole, and pull you down to the darkest bottom that never comes, where the unknown is known and all is lost. The darkness there will break your bones open and suck out the pain and laugh and laugh and laugh. |
Ship’s computer: Pretty one note, monotone narrative device.
SHIP’S INTENTIONS: Pulsar, Category 2, Detected, Cutter Virgil en-route per Skipper’s orders to catalog for possible energy source or mapping for future XNAV waypoint. |
SHIP LOG 415 CONTINUED SHIP NAME: The Cutter Virgil Ship AI ID: 45677-BR1S Nickname Boris AFFILIATION: Freestar Collective. COMMANDER: CHARLES WARD Date: 08NOV2311 Time: 0400 HRS |
Probe 217: Similar to Ship’s Computer, more upbeat, just barely a personality.
WARNING ENVIRONMENTAL CONDITIONS PASSING CAPABILTIES. |
Electromagnetic Radiation Detected. Source, Pulsar. Energy readings, gamma radiation. Processing… Processing. |
ENERGY LEVELS SPIKING. TEMPERATURE EXCEEDING HOUSING LIMITS. PRODSsssssssssss, DKFJSDLKJSD HJUBDSLB QLIPPPPPPPOOTTTHH SHUUUUUUU NIGURTTTTTHHHHHHH AZARRRRRRRRRTHTHHTHHHTHTHHH. PROBE OFFLINE. |
Lyle Deshane: Captain of the Cutter Bethsheba. Gruff, no nonsense, with an opportunistic gleam to his voice. Mid to late 40s.
Hmm, some damage to the outer hull, weird patterns, doesn’t look like a pirate attack. Meteors maybe? |
Star? That’s an odd choice, I thought all the 45 series were usually male voiced models. |
Okay, I wouldn’t mind checking out this pulsar you mentioned, from a safe distance of course. |
Ship AI 6843-AD4 Nickname ADA: Gender neutral ship AI, not particularly personable similar to Deshane’s attitude.
Skipper, we have a beacon. |
Unclear. Do you wish to board the vessel? |
Copy, applying relay power now. Confirmed, Virgil’s systems online. Oh, that’s odd. Their AI has a really weird code structure. |
Skinner is a no nonsense, competent, confident person. They project their views in a direct fashion. Never beating around the bush. They take serious pride in their rank aboard the ship. Looking for the right voice, so any background or accent will be considered for all roles on this project. Discord contact / access is necessary as we plan on 1-2-1 directing each voice talent.
I come bearing news. We're changing course. |
I know, but you're not the person corporate sends their plans to when we're in dangerous space. I am. Lets not forget that although you may be captain, I still have jurisdiction over security and strategy. |
The paperwork is perfect. When was the last time you saw a piece of paperwork without a typo? Some slight grammatical error? Even a crease? |
Important note: This role will be required to reprise the role for a future project. So commitment to the role is key!
Jason is the sceptic of the crew. They don't believe in miracles, or coincidence. They believe that there is a hidden agenda behind everything. Whilst still being a vital and important crew member in their skilled capacity. Looking for the right voice, so any background or accent will be considered for all roles on this project. Discord contact / access is necessary as we plan on 1-2-1 directing each voice talent.
How do you know? They're corporate, they technically outrank you in a way. You didn't even get to decide to bring them aboard the crew! |
You think corporate is happy with giving us our measly 25%? I'm telling you now, those two are a threat to our freedom. Corporate bootlickers hell bent on taking this ship for their company, and usurping us as the true crew of this ship. I bet they worship the company like a religion. Sticking by its side no matter what. We may have strength in numbers, but when they're together they have more power than us three combined. |
Well you better get out of there, because that sound has lured them straight to you. I'm close to the airlock, so you'll be on your own. |
The captain of the ship. Serious and self-assured. Looking for the right voice, so any background or accent will be considered for all roles on this project. Discord contact / access is necessary as we plan on 1-2-1 directing each voice talent.
Right, fuel supply is low but we can manage on these reserves. Be advised that the corporation may deduct a refuelling charge from both of your accounts. |
William, if you don't do this, you will be detained by Skinner for the duration of your employment on this ship. |
You need to shake them first. If you bring them to the airlock they could get into the ship. We do not know what they are, all we know is that they are here, and the crew is not. Skinner. We need firepower. SKINNER! |
Scrappy is the omnipresent voice of the shipboard AI. It also can manifest in a physical mechanoid form for helping with repairs and tasks around the ships. Looking for the right voice, so any background or accent will be considered for all roles on this project. Discord contact / access is necessary as we plan on 1-2-1 directing each voice talent.
I do not understand your request Captain. As an artificial large language model, I do not think in the traditional form of the word. |
I do not have enough data to be able to calculate any possibilities with statistically significant probability. |
Judging by his heart rate and other vitals, I can confirm he seems to genuinely think there is a difference between the two terms. |
