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Post by shadow on Feb 19, 2005 20:10:38 GMT -5
hi, this roleplay i started before but no one joined, so im hoping for better results this time.... enjoy.
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name: (Admiral) Nicholas Craft race: human age: 59 Physical description: 6'4 and young looking for his age (of course there has been HUGE progress in medical science so you can live anywhere up to 500... if your human) he has short blonde hair (military standard) and muscular (also the ships he commands are the regular science fiction spaceships) personality: stern harsh and commanding admiral when he needs to be, and easy to live with whenever hes not. plain and simple History: he joined the UEAF (United Earth Armed Forces) as soon as he could in hopes of becoming the captain of a UEAF ship captain, wich, after 15 years, finnaly happened when he became captain of the dauntless. after a huge strategic acheivment in a huge turning point battle against stachalon terrorists who had commendeered a ship, nicholas was promoted to admiral and was givin 2 more ships, the nautalis and the dragon. after wich he deceided to go through seceial ops training in wich he excelled at, so now, a cunning warrior in combat and a very acheived Admiral, nicholas craft is one of the UEAF's finest _________________________________________
(okay so this is a story line i made up in like 2 minutes so it may not become as popular as my samaul story) alright so its the year 18000 and something is going on, alright, so since the year 17820 the earth has experienced relative peace, there have been other alien races discovered and humanity maintains relative peace with them. relative meaning that they are the reason that humanity still has a military, some races dont quite agree with the humans. anyway anyone else who chooses to play can be any other person in the military or a civilian or even one of the alien races..
current story basically is some terrorists cells across the galaxy have been rallying, religous cults , terrorists and rebels gathering for a similar porpuose, to overthrow the republic wich runs the galaxy now.
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alright alingment you can be either republic, rebel, terrorist, or cultist race__ of course you can be human but there are other alien races wich are (oh and unless i say otherwise, they are under the republic government)
Arian- basically a good angelic looking race wich look alot like humans but more, well, angelic, wings and all and blue-skinned (they can fly to) they have no form of government since one basically isnt needed, the enjoy the simple life but can be extremly good in combat situations
Stachalons- burly, muscular, and very cruel, these are the scum of the galaxy, mostly thugs and fighters their race is ruled by whoever is the strongest, a gladiatorial contest is held whenever a ruler dies to decide who should be the next ruler. these guys are usually shorter than humans but muscular with curling goatlike horns on theyre head and brown hairy skin
Feldens- this race is almost two in one because they look so different. the males are tall thin and pale, with weak feeble bodies, they are usually the brainy kind of alien. the females on the other hand have pointed ears like elves and are usually pale skinned also, but with a much more human, much more attractive form wich they use to their advantage, for exaple some female feldens will become assassins, seduceing their target then killing them
if you dont want to be any of these make one up, go ahead im not gonna stop you, just no invincible people
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Post by shadow on Feb 19, 2005 20:13:33 GMT -5
sector 99037 of the milky way galaxy _________________________________ *nicholas stands on the outside hull of his ship looking out over other planets, a huge blue-greenish planet was just passing a red planet, over lapping it, and a star rising on the horizon of the blue planet*
nicholas: well dauntalas, beautiful sight isnt it
dauntalas: *his ships AI system* yes sir, very beautiful
nicholas: is the patching done yet dauntalas?
dauntalas: almost sir, theyre about 90 percent done with repairs
nicholas: well maybe i should go back inside then
*nicholas walks over to the airlock on the top of his ship, himself held to his ship only by specially desinged magnetic boots. his men were repairing a gash in the hull caused by something they hit, but when it was being repaired he was happy to have time to relax. but now stepping back inside he knew he would have to continue to patrol this side of the galaxy with his 3 ships, the dauntalas, the nautalas, and the dragon.*
nicholas: well so much for free time *steps into the airlock, then a few quik bursts of air into the room and he takes of his helmet* dauntalas tell everyone to go back to their posts, the sooner we get done the better..
the dauntalas's voice rings out over the speaker system and everyone goes back to their posts
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Post by shadow on Feb 19, 2005 20:14:06 GMT -5
stachalon homeworld, Landolia __________________________________________
*a stachalon general walks down the line of his troops, who held at this time primitiave weapons such as swords and axes, the gladitorial contest of strength was about to begin. their last leader, aldahul'dahba had just recently died, the contest to find who was strongest was about to begin, and these troops were obliged to fight eachother to the death... the general walks up to a prop on a stage up in front of the troops wich resembles a podium, and he starts a pledge*
general:(translated of course form the language of the stachalons, regular text will tell wht the general says the * will be around what all the troops say in unison)
on this red planet *on these dry planes of dust* we will fight to uphold our way of life *even until our dieing breath* for honor valor and courage *for the true code of the anceints* on the blood of our fathers *on the blood of our sons* the world will hear our cry and tremble *and the world will know our true strength, and shake before our might*
general : today, you will earn your after-death and you will show the rest of our race you are the strongest, of course only one of you will be victorious, *a few shake their weapons in the air* and you will be placed in history as a ruler of our world, be brave in the tournament to come, and you will earn your after-death, in death, or in glory
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Post by shadow on Feb 20, 2005 19:37:28 GMT -5
sector 99037 of the milky way galaxy ____________________________________
*nicholas heads back to the bridge now in full uniform, a large satchalon named Evan Wiles walks in front of him*
Evan: *gives nicholas a friendly handshake wich nicholas returns* how was your break nick?
nicholas: just fine *continues his walk back to the bridge, evan walks beside him* how was yours?
Evan: oh it was great, got some well needed sleep
*the to step into an elevator*
Evan: so how did we get that big of a gash?
Nicholas: a new pilot *looks Evan in the eyes* whos going to get lectured pretty soon on how to steer away from space debries
Evan: *gives a light chuckle* and who is going to be doing the ass chewing?
nicholas: not sure yet but ill get someone bitchy
*the elevator opens into the bridge and the 2 get off*
Nicholas: *looking at the pilot and sitting down in his chair* so are you proud of yourself?
*the pilot looks away towards his control panel*
nicholas: i want you to finish the patrols, get started *nicholas tilts his head back and closes his eyes* just dont hit anything else, we dont have a barrier up while wer'e on patrols
*the pilot hit a few buttons on his panel and the dauntless's huge box like shape picks up speed, the nautalas and the dragon take off after*
*nicholas rests with his head back and waits for the patrols to be over*
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just for ideas, anyone else that wants to play could be someone on one of the ships or a gladiator in the tournament, if your on the ships you can be any race, in the tounament you have to be a stachalon of course
.... please join
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Post by Mortis Fatalis on Feb 20, 2005 21:38:20 GMT -5
Name: (Seargant) Alexandria (Alex) Riaz Race: Felden Age: 35 Description: 6'00, deep blue eyes, dark brown hair that is short and cropped, is strong but it is not shown by her physical look, she looks small slender, even at some angles fragile...but is the absolute opposite Personality: Seems to be friendly, happy, kind, sweet, but at the same time overly stern to the people she supposedly works with in the UEAF, but truly is cold, harsh and demanding of the people that actually know who she is. History: Alex grew up around the UEAF her entire life, all through her youth she aspired to be one, when she had gone through all her training and was apart of the UEAF she went on a mission...but the mission had turned into a massacre...after that she secretley planned with the rebelion, while rising to the position of seargant on the nautalis. While at the same time she rose to the position of one of the people in command of that rebebllion. ------------------------------------------------------------ *Walks in and salutes Nicholas.*
Admiral...I see the patrols have started...how long will they take this time? ((I don't know the exact structures of military terms, or exactly where my person would be working so I just started there and see where it takes me.))
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Post by Damned on Feb 20, 2005 21:43:31 GMT -5
OOC: I will join, and thank DI for this, she aksed me and she is just so hot I couldn't resist. Name: Alaric Age: 23 in his years, around 200 to those of humans. One third of his life cycle. Race: Arian Description: (physical) Alaric is tall, standing nearly 6'8 lengths. Taller than most his people. his skin unlike theirs is a grayish hue, the result of his impure father who had been born from another father that was human. His wings were a shiney white, glistening in light as if they were ivory. his eyes took on human traits and were bright green, also unusual for his people. his body was thin but toned and he was somehwat muscular. his hair was long and a dark shade of ebony like black. he wore a set of leather trousers, and has never wore a shirt, nor will he. Personality: he is uncommonly cold and distant to most. He views others with an open mind and a hard heart. being hurt in the past has affected him deeply and he finds trust hard to give. Alignment: Republic for now History. Nothing know, he chooses to keep his past hidden from all that are near. He is not proud of it nor does he want others to share it with him.
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Post by shadow on Feb 20, 2005 21:45:23 GMT -5
nicholas: oh im not sure *still tilting his head back* dauntless
dauntless: yes admiral?
nicholas: when will we return to earth? taking the delay into account
dauntless: anywhere from 2030 hours to 2200 hours, with a margin of error taken into account of course
nicholas: *yawns* what he said
*some in the room give a light chuckle*
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Post by Mortis Fatalis on Feb 20, 2005 21:49:16 GMT -5
*Slumps her shoulders slightly.*
Is it just me or does it seem like these things keep getting longer everysingle time? I'm obviousley not the only one bored out of my mind...
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Post by shadow on Feb 20, 2005 22:15:39 GMT -5
Evan: of course were bored, look at nicholas, hes got the idea
*a few give a light laugh again*
Nicholas: well you should probably get back to your ship sargent, your men would be ever so happy to see you *the sarcasm in his voice obvious* but you should seriously get back to your ship. you must have something to do, we might even get some excitment, ive heard rebels some sectors have been rising up
Evan: dirty bastards probably stole that AAA class battlecruiser last week. went missing while the gaurds were to drunk to see straight
*almost right after that the dauntless interupts*
dauntless: sir there is an urgent message from central UEAF base
nicholas: put him through *gets his head up and rubs his eyes*
*the voice of UEAF commander Gregor Palot comes through on the sound system in the room*
Gregor: nicholas im sending you on a special assingment, are you familar with the amber-clad, how it was stolen last week?
nicholas:*with a slight grin* i have
Gregor: weve found it in sector 1179
nicholas: dauntless mobilize for battle
Gregor: Dauntless disregard that command
Nicholas: what are you doing commander?
Gregor: i need you to retake the amber-clad, not destroy it, we have a hostage situation
Nicholas: who has been taken hostage?
Gregor: arian represenative Alatena Monsind
Nicholas: great..... *thinks for awhile* ready four boarding pods
Gregor: good, i trust your creativity Nicholas
Nicholas: will i get a support unit?
Gregor: no... as i said i trust your creativity
*the speaker turns off and Nicholas scowls*
Nicholas: Evan your coming to
Evan:*smiles* great, i have an itchy trigger finger today. who am i going with
Nicholas: Thomas Ruddenbak, Johnson Malander, and... me... *looks over at the control panel in the front veiwing screen where the pilot sat*... get someone better at those controlls
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Post by Mortis Fatalis on Feb 21, 2005 15:55:34 GMT -5
*Alex walks back to her station thnking about her plans...today was the last day she had to be here for a month the UEAF had given her a month of relaxtaion because the other seargants wee working with the new recruits this time...little did they know she was hardly going to relax. She smirked slightly as the door opened and she went back to where she was stationed.*
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Post by shadow on Feb 21, 2005 18:00:50 GMT -5
*the dauntless nears the amber-clad, the amber-clad and the dauntless were the same model, class AAA battle crusiers, but the nautalis and the dragon, were only class AB gunships, basically for support fire. the amber cald and the dauntless were only different in one way, the dauntless had a rail-gun system instead of the standard MAC gun the was equipped to the other AAA battleships. the dauntless comes right out of detection range of the amber-clad*
*inside the ship the team nicholas assembled gets are almost ready. their all equipped in their special operations gear, a black suit that covered their whole body except their heads they have a strap that goes from their shoulder to their waist, wich have three grenades on them and extra ammunition for the pistol and full automatic riflenicholas and Evan are the last into their boarding pods, the boarding pods look like a missle, only desinged to put people onto the inside of another ship..... the hard way*
Nicholas: so Evan, ready for this?
Evan: of course i am nicholas *laying in his pod* its in my blood, even being raised by humans hasnt calmed my bloodlust
Nicholas: well lets put that bloodlust to use *they both close their pods, gripping their weapons tight*
*the four boarding pods are loaded into their special launcher. nicholas grabs onto the handles tight, these boarding pods were worse than an out-of-order roller coaster. the four pods launch towards the amber-clad, the four pods fly through space and plant into the side of the amber-clad. the four undetected by any tracking, every member of the team kick out the bottom of their pods and land on the floor of the cargo area in the amber-clad. the two newest members, johnson and thomas look like their about to puke, the boarding pods were usually not a pleasurable ride*
nicholas: well... atleat we landed in the right spot
Evan: thats the most we could ask for, and if this ship is the same as the dauntless, we should be to the bridge in about five minutes
nicholas:*gives evan a weird look* you know theres going to be more resistance than that, and we need to take it slow, if were caught the hostage will be killed
evan:*shushes the two behind him and nicholas* *whispers* theres someone there
*a tall figure who doesnt know their there stands on the other side of the room, they hadnt talked loud enough for him to hear them yet. evan sneaks up behind him, the man is a tall felden, white and dressed in military uniform.*
Evan: *rears back his fist* get ready for a make-over bitch
*the felden turns around just fast enough to get the hairy fist square between the eyes, then falls over dead*
Evan: *to nicholas* hows that for stealthy?
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Post by Mortis Fatalis on Feb 22, 2005 9:37:15 GMT -5
*Alex sighs, she has to put on an act that she likes all the blood shed...it was wearing her thin. The only reason she joined the rebellion was because she was tired...tired of all the war...all the bloodshed...all the massacre. Alex truly believed that if they were able to set up a new government it could stop...or at least be not as bad. Without being there she new wha the exact outome would be on the amber-clad...she sighed to herself again.* ((I'm at school or else I would write more))
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Post by shadow on Feb 22, 2005 20:46:07 GMT -5
*nicholas walks up to Evan and smacks him once good across the face*
Evan: *trying to keep his voice down* what the hell was that for?
Nicholas: we could have got information from him, but now hes dead *looks over the gray alien* i wonder why he didnt here us tear through the hull in our pods
Evan: he was probably somewhere else when it happened, heard a muffled thud, and came in here, i just wonder why we were lucky enough to not be seen by him
*nicholas thinks for a second*
nicholas: thomas, johnson, come hide this body
*the two hide the felden body in a nearby crate, they were in the cargo bay now, nicholas thought that there must have been more hostages than just the arian represenative, his royal guards must have been either killed or taken hostage also, so the first place nicholas was going to go was the holding cells, if there were royal guards left, they would be the closest thing he would get to reinforcements*
nicholas: alright, heres the plan, *the spec ops team gathers around him* we go to the holding cells first, if we can get any reinforcements, theyed be there *takes out a little thing from his pocket that looks like a disk, he hits a button and a blueprint of the amberclad comes up* afterwards *puts his finger to the blueprint* we move up through the lower levels, keeping as low as possible, and we fight our way to the elevator, remember, if the rebels who are holding the represenative know were coming the hostage will be killed, so if some tries to get away shoot them, remember, we dont want to just kill like brainless murdurers, take prisoners, show them mercey, but use force only if necesary *gives a look to Evan* you keep your fists to yourself
Evan: heh, ill only do it, if i need to
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Post by shadow on Feb 25, 2005 18:11:30 GMT -5
*the team sneaks down a hallway, their auto matics set to a low power, just enough to knock someone on their ass, unconcious and winded, but on their ass. johnson runs around a corner to a large bulkhead door, then waves over the rest of the team, they all take strategic posistions around the area and johnson types a code into a keypad next to the bulkhead. the clicking sound suddenly interrupted by a light, but ominous buzzing sound from the keypad*
nicholas: whats wrong?
Johnson: theyve changed the passcode
Nicholas: then re-wire it
Johnson: thatll take awhile sir
Nicholas: did i give you permission to bicth marine?
Johnson: no sir *pulls a panel off the wall goes to work on some wiring*
Nicholas: we hold here, thermal sensors detect that there are organisms in the cells in the next room, reinforcements... *takes out a weird device in the shape of an arc with a stand on the back of it. he drops the item and a sheild comes up, made out of a new element that had been discovered on an alien planet, plasmite, half air, half solid, and scientists found a way to make it into a sheild form wich is now widely used by the UEAF. evan places another device like that down on the other side of the hall, the sheilds were about four feet tall and 3 feet wide, these two sheilds lay on opposite sides of the hallway to give them cover*
Evan: nicholas... im wondering... shouldnt there be alot more resistence than what weve encountered?
Nicholas: yea, im curious as to why we havent had to shoot anyone yet
*the four hold for an hour with no opposition*
Evan: what is this, theres no one here!
johnson: done
Nicholas: about time, we could have blown down the door by now
*the doors open to reveal three arians sitting in the cells on the left side of the wall, the rest of the room is empty, nicholas goes over to a control panel and puts the bars on the cages up, then the airians run out and go to nicholas*
arian 1: you cant stay here! arian 2: its a trap!
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Post by shadow on Mar 17, 2005 19:51:38 GMT -5
nicholas: what do you mean its a trap?
Arien 3: there are creatures on board this ship that have joined the rebellions cause
nicholas: well we will just have to kill them then
Arien 3: no thats not my point, my point is that they arent any brainless satchalons, umm not meaning you of course*looking at evan* or humans, ive never seen these before.
nicholas: a new alien race?
Arien 2: yea, and they were built for battle
Nicholas: what about the arien represenative?
arien 1: theyve already killed him, it was only a ruse to get the republic on theyre toes
evan: this could get ugly nicholas, were stepping in the middle of a big pile of shit and i dont like it. we are in the middle of a god damn revolution here, and worse they have some sort of new warrior race join them
nicholas: so how is this a trap *ignoring evan and asking the ariens*
arein 3: they have a god damn battalion waiting in the next room, and theyre new alien fleet is comeing soon
nicholas: evan, how can we get back to the ship and fast?
evan: *thinks a bit* we have to get to the hanger, but in order to get there we have to go through that next room, and unless you want to open that door and make this room a damn shooting gallery i dont know what else to do
nicholas: *brings out two more sheild generators* were gonna blast our way out of here, weapons on high power now
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