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Europa RP

Deep in the galaxy, there is a system by the name of Europa. A band of soldiers, mercenaries, and grizzled veterans drift through space going from mission to mission, aiming to rid the world of evil and get rich in the process. They are called Fireteam Cyprus, and ride through space on the Cyprus Cruiser. History: The group had a rough time on Mars, fighting against armies, hostile wildlife, and inhuman beings. Not to mention the high tension and near all out war between certain members of the team. The crisis was averted by peaceful words and logical actions, these ideas would usually be Murph's job to bring about, but he was alone on a planet called Zorada. He wandered, wondering if anyone would ever come for him, or if they wanted to, or if he even wanted them to, after his hostile actions, and the murder of a man named Felix. The crew (or most of them) however, shook it off, knowing he was not in his right mind when he did these things. They came after him, and we're now scouring the planet for him. Following different trails of evidence led the group to a large sinkhole, protected by a barrier. They were able to lift it by passing Trials, which they later learned were just tests made up by Providence to be sure they were prepared.They were moments away from getting through the barrier, yet they had no idea what they were stepping into... After what seemed like forever, the group found Murph, only for him to be torn from them again, for the world had to be saved. Murph did not survive, and is now recorded as [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/158027066/0/0/1]KIA[/url]. The group moves on to what they hope are greener pastures. However, turns out they end up working for an old foe, Del Fino. Phantom is captured, and Minerva and Python are stranded on a nearby planet. With the Genesis out of play, Del Fino musters the strength to attack the Axion Cruiser. While they are recovering, Scout, an old friend now on the side of Del Fino, is found lurking the ship. She is captured and interrogated, and the team now prepares a full scale attack to finish Del Fino once and for all, and rescue Phantom in the process. The rescue did not go as planned, losing many members, including Python and Phantom, leaving Minerva as the last surviving Genesis. Feeling alone, she soon [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/164455804/0/0/1]fled[/url] from the team, and was not found for long after. Her fleeing caused strife within the Axion mercenaries, along with the loss of their role models and leaders, and eventually led to it being disbanded. ------------------------------------------ [b]10 Years Later...[/b] After the loss of the Genesis, (Minerva missing and the others presumed dead) the Axion crew fell apart. However, a new team began to form, gathered by the same allure of treasure and adventure that once gripped the members of Exalin and Axion. Once the team had gathered on the Cyprus cruiser, they located a base used by the Exalin team long ago. They found clues pointing to the existence of Genesis, but we're soon distracted by a mission requiring them to investigate a destroyed city. They found the creature that did it, and eliminated it. Or so they thought... Stuff happened that OP has no idea about because he was afk. Feel free to PM a short summary of this section of the story if you have time. Bored, most of the team look into jobs at the bounty board. One job sparks an interest in something bigger... Joshua and Vilnaks return with a hostage, reporting that a group of mercs was sent to retrieve information and possibly eliminate Cyprus. Out of leads, they continue to work on the case of the biggest assassination of the decade. They discover many pieces of evidence pointing to Genesis. But not just one, all of them. The group is stumped. Before they can think of a new plan, a large missile tears the Cyprus out of the sky. The ship's pieces land scattered, separating the crew into smaller groups. They are forced to fight harsh conditions, scavenge for food, and even build their own shelter in some cases. They wonder who's doing the ship's destruction was, and why the planet was deserted. Soon they found themselves fighting antimatter copies of the Genesis, and Minerva. After a long and hard battle, Minerva is struck down after activating all limiters at once. She is left to bleed out as the crew leaves, finding a new cruiser and claiming their reward after confirming Minerva was the assassin. After drifting for what seemed like no longer than a few hours, but was in reality probably a few days, the crew gets reports of massive rocks called "Leviathans" crashing into planets, destroying most of them with the initial impact, then spreading a blue crystal that gives off an extremely powerful radiation called Phazon. The remaining people on these planets began to rise and mutate beyond recognition. Reports also came in saying Minerva was spotted attacking multiple GF bases. Perhaps the Phazon had gripped her. Seeing that stakes were higher than ever before, Cyprus convinces the GF to release Phantom temporarily, and he is convinced to create an entire second wave of Genesis supersoldiers. Even with their new upgrades, Cyprus still struggled to face the beasts they encountered, the Broodmothers, the Beserkers, each nigh impossible to kill and creating more with every victory. The crew is lucky to find someone immune to the virus, the name for the immunity and manipulation of Phazon later coined as Phazite. Her name was Tanya. Python spent too much time near her, exposing himself to the infection, and killing three: the Spartan Jackie, a high ranking officer of the ship, and his own wife, A'Karo. He fled soon after, with his wife's body. I went super duper afk and missed like 3 arcs. The group wanders, somewhat wondering what it would be like to have a real home again, like the empire, and not just some ship that'll crash next time they get near a big bad guy. They finally think of an idea that was hiding in plain sight, the Old Empire itself. Despite its destruction and abandonment, the team sets a course, determined to retake their home. Once there, they are ambushed by a massive Dread force, and sacrifice themselves to eliminate the Dread once and for all. The Federation and Rebels have a war. The Federation wins(?). A new team, The Infinite Pioneers, are assembled at Crux. They soon become the first humans to leave the Milky Way, exploring a brand new galaxy where mankind had never been before. They are attacked by some pirates after trespassing into their space, and some are taken to fight in an arena. Those taken manage to escape back to the Infinity. Bounty Board [spoiler][b]The bounty board contains missions and jobs. Three are added each time it updates. These jobs can be tackled together or alone, unless specified by the bounty. Bounties can be done at any time, despite the crew's situation, as bounties are placed in a time where the crew isn't busy. Bounties will have little to no effect on the main story (other than the money) unless marked as [u]important[/u]. Manually Input Bounties: "Get the Bounty Board working." Reward: "Bounties." Placed By: Calleach Details: Three small metal beams sit beside the board, used for linking a location to the board. When placed, they will self-construct a beacon for bounty placement.[/b] [b]There are three nearby planets with intelligent life within range of gunship flight. The first, a volcanic planet with large rock creatures who, while being durable and able to survive in the hot conditions, are definitely a stretch on the word "intelligent". The second, the planet from before, with the ability to reconstitute metals. They seem both smart and friendly, and much could be to gain by linking them into the board. -TAKEN BY AVELINE The third, a very earth-like planet with somewhat human-like entities, much taller, and much more primitive. They fight amongst themselves a lot, and there seem to be many tribes. Finding safe, neutral ground to place the beacon would be extremely beneficial, but may be challenging as well. [u][i]ERROR. CONNECTION TO MILKY WAY BOUNTY BOARD SERVICE LOST.[/b][/i][/u][/spoiler] Our Current Location [spoiler]The Infinity Cruiser[/spoiler] Joining the Thread... [spoiler]PM me, Phantom, or Python first.[/spoiler] Story Progression... [spoiler]the OP will be edited and expanded as events happen in the story, to keep things easy and interesting.[/spoiler] Characters and Bios [spoiler]We have a bio thread in the group EXTRAgalactical Escapades Ask to join or follow the #BnetRP tag and then post your character's bio/background there[/spoiler] RULES [spoiler]No Godmodding PvP is highly discouraged, unless it is for training purposes, ect. No oneshots on entire armies/main characters without very good reason 1 character allowed. A second can be brought in for temporary side plots. No crashing the ship that WE LIVE ON![/spoiler] [b][i][u]THE SEQUEL IS HERE! Follow the links![/u][/i][/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/1146680 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/216297577/0/0

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  • [i]Crux, Capitol City[/i] [b]Jaeger watched as what remained of the Rebellion wer systematically pushed away from the Capitol, when he received an alert on his Comms[/b] "Colonel, this is the Honorable Charge. The Wrath of God and Devil's advpcate have been heavily damaged, with massive casualties." What!? How? "We're not exactly sure Colonel, but a small object was detected near each ship before it was attacked." Dammit.... [b]He read a Tactical Readout of the ongoing battles. Ever since the Manifold Formation was deployed, the Federation was winning. August Proxy had done it's part[/b] Honorable Charge, return to InterSec-11 immediately. I'll stay behind to clean things up here. "As you command, Colonel Jaeger." [b]In orbit, the Honorable Charge opened a Warp, and quickly flew through it, leaving the Battle of Crux behind,along with Colonel Jaeger[/b] We'll meet up soon, men. I promise.

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  • Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/16/2016 2:37:58 AM
    [b][i][u]Boarding Party[/u][/i][/b] Operation Thunderbird was going well so far. Through the efforts of Silver, Icier, Mercury, and Zero, the Federation fleet responsible for the near complete destruction of the rebel forces on Crux was almost completely destroyed. Only one ship remained: the Flagship of their fleet. Upon boarding the ship, the team was surprised to find Wheatley in the hanger waiting for them, bodies of Federation soldiers and personal all over the floor. After regrouping, the team makes their way out of the hanger, following Icier to the power core of the ship. [spoiler]Open to those who were in the post OPERATION: Thunderbird, and those on the Federation cruiser. [/spoiler]

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    • *news goes out about how a corporation's save houses are getting raided and they are finding every person in the buildings killed in sole mortal kombat fatality way and they are hiring mercs to either check it out or protect* [spoiler]pick one if interested [/spoiler]

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      • [b]On all of the tvs in the universe, there is a woman walking into a bar. The a news report says that this woman is nicknamed the 'Bar Robber' since she has been robbing bars around Earth. The news reporter says that any mercenaries who wish to bring her to justice, contact 407-867-5309 for more information.[/b] [spoiler]Open, just comment you calling it or you seeing it[/spoiler]

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        • Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/15/2016 6:28:19 PM
          [b][i][u]OPERATION: Thunderbird[/u][/i][/b] After witnessing the near complete destruction of the rebel forces, the SilverPulses decide that there is only one way to win the battle for the city: Find and destroy the Federation ships in orbit responsible for the attack. Using her expertise in tracking and cloaking technology, Dark Storm was able to locate the federation ships responsible for the destruction of most of the rebel forces. Now knowing their locations, Silver, Icier, and Mercury fly up to their locations with one objective: Destroy them at any means necessary. [spoiler]Open. Be sure to specify which side you are on in your reply. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Music for it: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=df9l4qBAFvA[/spoiler]

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          • Edited by oCharlemagne: 2/14/2016 11:52:12 PM
            [b][i][u]Picking Sides[/u][/i][/b] [i]Mercury stands on top of a towering skyscraper, the Rebel and The Federation forces battling below. The city being destroyed, Mercury thinks to himself[/i] [b][i]they're destroying everything[/i][/b] [i]He jumps off the building, he opens his parachute and floats to the ground, as he lands none of the Rebel or Federation soldiers seem to notice him in front of them as he shoots them with his pistol he only wastes one bullet on each of them, deadly accuracy. A few minuets later no more soldiers remain, only Mercury[/i] ((Open))

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            • Edited by Cosmic: 2/15/2016 1:50:25 PM
              [b][i][u]No retreat, no surrender.[/u][/i][/b] [b]the now wounded Wheatley picks himself up after passing out from a car explosion in a city courtyard. He wakes up several meters away, still possessing his modified alliance gear and two AI. He picks himself up and begins walking toward a rebel dropship, escorting wounded personnel to safety during the momentary peace. He shoots down any federation trooper still living in the area[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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              • *walks in* Wtf is going on in here?

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                • Edited by Bardo XCIX: 2/14/2016 2:28:02 PM
                  [i][u]Crux, Competed Space[/u][/i] [b]The battles had become worse and worse with each passing day, as the two forces grew more and more weary, desperate to end the fighting with their side the victor. The Federation had managed to hold the Capitol City, though the Rebellion had pushed them to it's borders. The constant boom of cannon fire and light from explosions had maintained intensity, even with the declining number of participants in the space battles. In the distance, Colonel Jaeger could only watch as a Federation Dreadnought fell out of the clouds in a rain of smelted debris, landing over a mountain with a loud boom. He had moved to participating on the front lines, relaying orders to his men as more and more officers died and their commands went to hell[/b] Focus fire on the 5th Flank! 32nd Battalion, I need Anti-Aircraft fire Northwest! [b]The air around the turrets hissed as they fired off on the Rebellion Fighters, hitting their mark and causing them to collide into sky scrapers They whined, before coming down in a collapse near Jaeger's location, throwing up a cloud of dust and debris His HUD adjusted, as he watched as Federation forces slowly declined on most fronts[/b] This is Colonel Jaeger to August Proxy. "We are reading you, Colonel. We have suffered heavy casualties up here, only 3 of our Cruisers remain." [b]He was quiet for a moment, letting the Bridge Officer's news sink in[/b] That's enough. Engage Formation Manifold, or these coords. [b]He read off a multiple coordinates for Rebellion forces[/b] "We read, Colonel. But are you su-" Dammit! We don't have time! Do it! "Yes, Sir" [b]Th sky boomed as dozens of missiles broke through the atmospehere[/b] "Manifold engaging in 3...2...1" [b]The air was suddenly soundless, as hundreds of large scale explosions rippled through Rebellion forces, blinding most combatants. A huge dust storm was thrown up, followed by a wave of air pressure and heat that threw the Federations forces on their backs[/b] "Confirmed hits, heavy causalities on Rebel Forces Confirmed." ...August Proxy, return to cloaked status. Await further orders." "Yes, Sir." [b]The landscape was decimated The Manifold Formation was used to not only shatter the opposition, but to also to decimate them The NG-Nexus were equiped with dozens of HR-Pulse Missiles each, each missile packing enough of a payload to level small towns. It was only to be used in extreme circumstances, as the affect it had on both allies and enemies was........ effective. The Rebellion was in disarray, more than 2/3rd's or their forces wiped out in an instant, while the survivors were left isolated, due to the EMP effect the missiles also carried [/b] 1st, 4th, 54th, 21st Battalions, give no quarter. [b]Federation forces reversed the tide of the battles, having the Rebellion on defense instead of offense[/b] No matter who wins here... it won't matter if the Fleet can't stop that threat.

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                  • [b]Overture:[/b] [i]Helios, Imperial HQ[/i] Phaedrus had been too late to stop Hallwinter from activating the codes, and even now Fed sensors detected installations reactivating galaxy-wide. Still, his fleets continued to hammer the evacuating Imperial ships, and Helios reverberated with the sound of dying cruisers. He didn't want to think of the consequences of an Imperial victory, not now, at least. Right now, he simply wanted revenge. And he was so, very close to Hallwinter. Igniting his plasma blade, he rushes into the control room, his armor deflecting plasma rounds as of they were cotton balls. The first soldier gets slashed across the chest, and the second has his own shot reflected back into his head, melting his abdomen. Using TK, he pries the elevator doors open, and leaps down the shaft, all the way to the bottom...

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                    • [b][i][u]Alpha's Assault[/u][/i][/b] With the rebel forces attacking the capital of Crux, Icier and Dark Storm begin their assault on the city, cutting through the Federation defense forces but avoiding civilians. Meanwhile, Silver aids the rebel fighters in the sky, blasting through all Federation fighters he sees and bombarding the Federation ground troops below him. [spoiler]Open. Be sure to specify which group you want to interact with. [/spoiler]

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                      • Edited by Potato: 2/14/2016 4:13:49 AM
                        [b]Raven walks into one of the Empire's base, although she has no plan on joining...[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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                        • Edited by Bardo XCIX: 2/13/2016 7:06:44 PM
                          [u][i]Crux, Border of Inner and Outer Worlds[/u] [i]Crux, a Tier 5 gardern world, populated by 31 Billion people. A paradise, it's surface is covered by temperate forests, rolling plains, and mountain ranges. A mega city covers approximately 1/3rd of the planet, which is about three times the size of a standard world. Being apart of the only system in between Inner and Outer world space, it is a crucial resupply and trading juncture between the two. But today, the paradise has become a hell.[/i] "This is Null-1, I need fire on coords X-21, Z-23!" [b]The Rebellion had pushed far enough to have begun a assualt on Crux, embroiling the entire landscape into a planetary war The Federation had sent 2/3rd's of their entire fleet to protect it, while the Rebellion had did the same. In orbit, Cruisers and Dreadnoughts from each side engaged in relentless attacks, illuminating the dark purple sky with a multitude of light. On the ground, the forces clashed in a never ending assault on each other, explosions riddling the surface as heavy artillery was fired Colonel Jaeger was leading the 4th Battalion Front, which was charged with keeping the Rebellion forces form moving North in the Capitol City. A bright light flashed in the sky, followed by a beam of plasma crashing down onto a Rebel Mech Regiment[/b] "Null-1, we have confirmed the hit." Good, 2nd Flank, move forward! [b]The 2nd Flank, part of the Federations own Mechs, moved, firing off anti-matter missiles, causing large sound less explosions[/b] Now, 3rd Fl- [b]A large explosion cut Jaeger off, as the Command Center was decimated by a crashing Gun-Ship He slowly rose up, his HUD readjusting[/b] Hrrr...... Keep them back! [b]He was helped up by fellow soldiers[/b] We're getting nowhere.... Damnit. [spoiler]Open, Battle it out, All[/spoiler]

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                          • Edited by Cosmic: 2/13/2016 11:56:36 PM
                            [b]wheatley lay wounded after a large scale battle with the federation on Crux. Alongside the heavy casualties and corpses lying in the streets of the city, he stares at the sky with a sword goring him through the shoulder, as well as many gunshot wounds. It's rather miraculous he's still kicking, yet the majority of his comrades where far less fortunate. the AI in his concealed armor Sends a frequency to all Alliance or Resistance personnel, basically screaming for a medic.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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                            • Edited by Lionheart: 2/13/2016 10:10:48 PM
                              [b][i][u]The Empire...[/u][/i][/b] ___________________________________ [i]Helios, Complex 0 A very very long time ago Commander Freddy of the Imperial E.G.[/i] [b]//Input Admin Passcode// >_[/b] [b]*A young man, dressed elegantly, sat in front of multiple screens. Each displaying their own set of visuals. From Rapid running code, to schematics and plans with Military tech. A large Imperial Ship is scene behind the large Screens, clearly in the making and unfinished. Tiny figures walk around, some carrying crates and some constricting parts of the ship, down below. The door behind the man slides open, catching his attention, the man turns... It's Freddy. Three men walk in, all armed, one finely dressed as the others are wearing an unknown uniform*[/b] "Commander Freddy..." -Unknown *Freddy glares* "I told you no... Project Red Dawn will not be used for Civil Obedience, Haod. The last thing we need is another war starting up... The Dread did enough already.." -Freddy "Fine, fine. Have it your way. But mark my words, Commander. One day.. One day war will come... One day death of the lives of many shall occur.. You can't stop it.. The citizens want freedom. They do not want the Empire's pro-" -Haod [b]*A gunshot sounds, a bullet lodged into the floor next to Haod's foot*[/b] "I have made my mind." -Freddy [b]*Haod hardened his face and marched out of the room, slamming the wall behinf him. The men followed.*[/b] "No... I will not hand over Death... I will not betray my people...not again..." -Freddy ========================== [i]Present day[/i] ========================== [b]*Freddy sits in the same position... Lost in thought..Staring nostalgically at a photo frame of a Young Woman...silence filling the room The Room shook, the photo fell to the ground. Shattering into millions of pieces.. A red light illuminated the room*[/b] //Sector Z1 Breached// [b]*Coming back to reality, Freddy hurries to uncover the Attacker's identity*[/b] //Federation Fleet detected// [b]*A transmission had been sent to the flagship's bridge, requesting contact.*[/b] "Not this again..." [spoiler]Open to Ginger, Open to all post shall follow after this Conversation[/spoiler]

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                              • Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 2/13/2016 7:22:55 PM
                                [b]Tip of the Spear[/b] [i]Hyperspace Approaching Helios, First - Seventh FAR Fleets. [/i] Phaedrus looks up from the holographic display, a pleased expression underneath his helm. Thankfully, the two mercenaries had never questioned legitimacy the physical currency he had given them, and the tracking devices installed on them had confirmed his suspicions: Hallwinter, and the Imperial Remnants, were all on Helios, that infernal wintery hell of a planet. If Hallwinter could make it safely to the base, then he could input the codes to activate Imperial systems on a galactic scale, and both the Federation and Rebellion forces could be annihilated within minutes. If the Federation was to win this battle, they would do so before the Empire had the chance to strike. And he would cut the head off of the snake. (Closed)

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                                • Edited by Kinda Red: 2/12/2016 2:45:07 AM
                                  [i]"They're burning! Take them out, quick!"[/i] [b]A light tap-tap-tap of her dark boots and she hurries over to the oven, frantically opening the reflective black door at her friend's call. It was largely the same every time. Always something nice, peaceful, fun. Always friendly and happy. Yet, it always ended. The pages were torn, the screen faded black, there was no final chapter for [url=http://m.imgur.com/JSsnOdN.jpeg]Rose Ebonheart[/url]. The door opens to unleash the monster from its chain, the boney creature rose to several meters above her, draping her already tiny body with darkness. The embodiment of the hammer of war and death, loss and hatred, selfishness and greed. A Tyranid was usually the monster, but it stood for much more, it was a metaphorical design within itself. She could feel it, even when the view shifted to the falling rose petal, even when she could feel the pain, the lashes and knarling teeth cross her limbs, her skin being torn and flesh rended, even through the nightmare, even when all she could see was the petal, rivers of blood flowing around and under it. Throughout the unbearable suffering she felt, Rose was never blessed with the final blow. The petal eventually would flow along the same path as the crunches started, when the view again turned, as if she was trying to look up, when she could just start to make out Veronica's features finally, when she could start to remember her again, when she could see her friend was glad Rose was gone, but the screen would always fade black. There was no final chapter. The memories always escaped her grasp the instant they came to existence, she would never remember, never find the peace her unconscious mind sought. It was at this point that she always woke up. The lashing she was given every night never attained a level of normalcy, it always scared her, it always caught her off guard, it always hurt, more than falling from the tree she decided to rest in while she watched the stars pass, more than the thump of her right arm at the end of a several meter drop. Rose was still reeling from the predation her mind still thought was real to care about a broken arm. It felt like an hour, it may have been a whole hour, but she finally pulls herself to a sitting position. It was just the arm that hurt now, if her thoughts weren't countable. Mud and twigs adorned the right side of her body, even part of her dark, crimson-tipped hair. She doesn't even bother wiping herself down, just places her left palm over the pain in her arm and feels the scarlet aura whisk it away into a warm, cozy feeling. Her arm mends itself quickly, but she kept her hand at its job, before slowly sliding it up to her face, silver eyes closed. She could feel her thoughts calm, the memory of the dream recede. The teenage vessel of abandonment wanted it all gone, to never have to think again, to never have to face it again. Being addicted to it was a blessing and a curse. It always worked, using that particular ability brought her back to not having to think, to remember. She liked it, needed it, even though it was more like autopilot, she didn't even understand what she did while within her synoptic innocence. Thus, Rose Ebonheart forgot all her woes. She returned to the little girl she was, and hopped up to her feet, brushing herself off with a look of shock that such muddy things could mar her precious hood. Mud quickly coated her hands, which she shook uselessly in an attempt to throw off. Instead, it flicked up to splat on her nose. Rose cracks up into uncontrollable giggles after a pause, finding it absolutely hilarious for some unforeseeable reason. [/b]

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                                  • Edited by Cosmic: 2/13/2016 11:38:24 AM
                                    [b]Wheatley sits in a workshop, modifying a suit of alliance combat armor and the weapons that come along with it.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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                                  • Edited by oCharlemagne: 2/12/2016 9:49:43 PM
                                    [b][i][u]Mercury[/u][/i][/b] [i]A man rests in his room on board a space station. He twirls a knife on the edge of his fingertip[/i] ((Open))

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                                    • [b]An Empire to Last the Night:[/b] [i]Helios[/i] Hallwinter opened his eyes and stretched, adjusting to the blistering light of the fire. The fine lids on his eyes had already polarized his surroundings for him, yet waking up from a crash was hardly a pleasant experience, even for a Choran. The ship, if it could be called that, had been shot down by Imperial SAM missiles, and through some miracle, had made it to the surface relatively intact. The crumbled ruins were ablaze with plasmatic fire, yet Ginger's armor largely protected him from the flame, and the heat didn't bother him in the least. However, the cockpit had crumbled upon landing, and the durasteel playing had cut a large gash in his shoulder. Golden ichor seeped out of the wound, and stained his void-black armor. (At ends as to what to post. Open to Blackjack specifically, but anyone's welcome).

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                                      • [i]They finally escaped. The darkness of the tunnel had been replaced by the brightness of day. A concrete jungle had been changed into a lush green forest.[/i] Although the two helped one another, the Predator couldn't bare the thought of him and a Xenomorph working together. He couldn't pass the opportunity of slaying such a mighty creature, and so he placed distance within the two of them and stood there. As a part of his stereotype, he believed in the honor of challenging the creature, and so activated his wrist blades, indicating that he was looking for a fight to the death. (Open to Bender, will be open to Vaax soon)

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                                        • [b]wheatley, having healed since the grand escape with silver, wanders toward the armory to meet with the shadowed one.[/b] [spoiler]open to silver[/spoiler]

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                                          • Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 2/12/2016 10:48:20 PM
                                            [b]Galaxy 226, Solar System 88, Planet 1779, Equator Atmosphere: High Carbon Dioxide/Oxygen Mix. [/b] [i]The waves lap gently on the shore as the G3 star reflects dimly on the waves. As the steady pulse of the planet fills and invigorates her, the woman walking the beach breathes in the toxic air, smiling at the fragrance.[/i] "It has been too many years since I took a vacation." [i]A beep on her bodysuit's wrist chimes.[/i] [u]Ma'am, sorry to interrupt your relaxation, but we have secured the system. All natives have been subdued. Gryphon out.[/u] "Ah... It's good to be bad." [spoiler]Open if you can survive a high Oxygen-Carbon Dioxide atmosphere.[/spoiler]

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                                            • Edited by Python824: 2/11/2016 2:31:37 AM
                                              [b][u]Lord of the World[/u][/b] [b][i]Oberon, above the Hand of Judgement...[/i][/b] A ship hovers over the Federation cruiser, small, but with a massive and powerful array of weapons. It hovered there for multiple minutes, coming close to half an hour. A voice spoke, one that was strong and hearty. "We're over the drop zone. You sure you can make this?" One that was distorted, yet human responded, obviously having a sense of humor. "If I don't, tell you mother she was great last night." The first voice seemed to chuckle, it was scratchy and hard to discern as a chuckle, but it was one. [i]Clunk Clunk Clunk[/i] The ship rocked with those sounds, a man looking off the ship and down at his target. He smiled and jumped, hurtling towards his target. He balled up, like a cannonball and seemed to enlarge, until people on the ground watched in horror... The ship hovered there, a mobile base for the Feds. Civilains, soldiers and POWs were in it alike, all doing what they would normally do. Little did they know what was about to happen. The man continued to fly towards his target, as he broke the atmosphere. He was clouded in fire, looking like a meteor as he smashed into the ship. He had hit the engines, and the ship went nose up, back down, cracking in the middle. The impact. The impact of the man was enough to knock everyone off their feet and onto the ground. Most of the people near the engines died instantly as the man went through the cruiser. The ship began to fall... The man, once through the ship began to shrink. He hit the ground, causing a massive sound wave that broke all glass for a mile. The ground shook when he hit. A building even fell. Through the dust, two glowing, red eyes show, looking purely evil. The ship came down in flames behind the eyes, lighting up the city. Buildings fell, people died, and the ground shook. Screams and blood flooded people's senses, their footing was gone, soldiers and civilians were dying left and right. He stood, towering over anyone near him. Two, massive turrets deployed from his shoulders and spun up, opening fire. They mowed down anyone they could hit, the only survivors were the ones that he couldn't see or the ones that were behind cover... [spoiler]Open to those on Oberon...[/spoiler]

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                                              • [b]on board an Alliance cruiser, a strange guy wakes up in a medbay, surrounded by wounded heroes and warriors, he looks like a criminal, a thug, but he was here with a purpose. He walks toward the armory to meet with the commander.[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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                                                • [b][u]On an eternally distant planet, in an eternally distant universe, and an eternally distant time...[/u][/b] [b]A man sits in a small room. An inn maybe? He is shrouded be a large cloak, mostly black, with a few dark purple highlights. There are no light bulbs, or any sense of technology whatsoever within the room. The only source of light, and very dim one at that, is a small candle on a crude wooden table. The man paced silently for a few moments, looking over the table. There was a small book, perhaps even a tome, etched into its front was a symbol resembling a pentagram, but not exactly alike. The color of both covers was quite similar to those on the mysterious man's garb. To the left of the time lie a wooden bowl, a decorative, yet still sharp stone dagger, and multiple herbs. To the right was a scroll, written in an incomprehensible language, held down by an ink well and a stone. The man sits on a short wooden stool, directly in front of the table, gazing at the straw bed to his right for a moment before focusing his vision.[/b] [???] "Okay... Okay. You got this." [b]A few moments pass, as he looks as if he is straining to listen.[/b] [???] *grumbles* "[i]We[/i] have this..." [b]He looks towards the scroll. Unintelligible text lines the entire left side, and the bottom right. The top right portrays a hooded figure atop a horse, wielding a scythe. The scroll seems to be written on something very outdated... Animal hide perhaps? This artifact was surely ancient.[/b] [???] "What is a... A caption?" [b]He grabs his head in pain, then points to the bottom right portion of text.[/b] [???] "This part?" "Okay... I- it says something about eqītùm mortêm..." [b]He clutches his head with both hands, and a thin stream of blood drips from his nose.[/b] "YES! I'll translate... Just stop yelling..." "The horseman of death... This etching is... The real thing." "The rest? I'll get right on it..." [spoiler]closed.[/spoiler]

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