I chance a look back at my previous captors. Another beam barely misses my head. I duck into an intersecting hallway, put my back against the wall, and fire back with my own blaster.
I had a name once, but after years of using my codename and nothing else, I don't think I could remember it for the life of me. Nowadays, I'm known as "S".
One Goes down, and another, I duck behind the wall and set off on a run again. It's not long before they recover and continue the chase. I duck into another hallway...
It's a dead end. It wasn't a dead end last time I was here. I turn and fire again.
About four years ago a war broke out. It started with a series of unexplained asasinations On Terra and Yurue, the two major government centers of the galaxy. Of course, Terra and it's surrounding government centers blamed us for the asasinations. We knew that someone had done this diliberately to start a war, most likely a weapons dealing company, and attempted to inform them of this. But they simply cut off communications. We still don't know why, and the common soldiers we've captured wern't told either. "We were ordered to." is all we can get out of them.
Two more fall, that leaves one. I turn to fire, and my blaster jams. His, however, doesn't. He hits my left arm, and I duck back behind the wall. I examine my arm. Burned a hole right through the nano-steel. It slowly begins to reform, the nano-bots in the surrounding part of my arm adjusting their positions to fill the gap.
Oh, the arm? Well, It was back in the first year of the war. It was, in fact, on this very planet. This was my home planet, and when it was attacked, I was one of the many who took up arms to hold it. The terrans were severely outnumbered, but fought hard. Then, without warning, they pulled off the planet. It was only a day later that one of their Bomber-Cruisers, "The Voice", was spotted heading back toward us. We didn't have any sort of Orbital defence, and helplessly watched as it unleased it's payload of nuclear and biological weapons. A third of the population died during the bombings, and half of the survivors died in the resulting chaos.
One of the bombs contained a mutagen that caused slow deterioration of the body, and I was one of the many that was hit by it. I was one of the lucky ones. I was found uncontious near one of the landing sites for the rescue craft before the Terrans returned. At that time, only my lower left arm was missing, and my legs were beginning to deteriorate. Now all of my left arm, most of my upper body, and some of my legs are complete nano-machine.
The man turns the corner, and points his blaster at me. "Freeze! Put your hands behi-", he is suddenly cut off by the large chunk of steel that slams into him as the wall next to him explodes. I sprint out of the new front door and into my ship, "The Silent Innocent". One of it's missile pods is smoking. "Took you long enough to get here!", I yell at the console as I strap myself in. The AI stays silent. He always was one to stay silent during these situations. "Alright, let's just get out of here before they activate the air defenses and launch fighters."
Simulation ending. Mission complete.
The room fades to a Black room with a grey grid design on it. A wall panel opens to my left, and someone steps in. "Congratulations, and welcome to the Yurian stealth force. You'll meet the rest of your teammates in the next room."
OOC: Finally, it's open. =D
Anyway, this RP involves those people who have just completed the training course for joining the stealth force of the Yurian army. You don't have to do a first person entry or anything, I just felt like doing so. Anyway Character profiles are as follows:
Name: Unknown (if your character remembers it, as mine doesn't)
Codename: S (All characters will have a codename, usually consisting of one or two letters. This is the only name used while off base.)
Age: 26 (Advances in medical technology means that people stay a bit younger for a bit longer. Still, keep it realistic)
Physical Description: Human, hair is dark blue. Light skin. Left arm and most of Upper body seem to be made of metal. Lower legs, same deal. Impressively tall, even for ( The Human race has expanded a bit in terms of appearance, but there are very few other species allied with them. This doesn't, however, mean you can't be one of those few species.)
Strengths/weaknesses: Main strength comes from nano-tech body parts. However, he is somewhat afraid of these, as he knows that as the disease progreses, more of his body will be taken over by the nanomachines, and mostly fears what will happen when the disease reaches his mind. (NOTE: nanomachine parts are common, but in nowhere near the quantity of nanomachines S here has. He is a VERY special case)
Personality: Would normally be easygoing, but recent events have made him unwilling to lower his guard for a second, although it still happens. (Self Explanitory)
OOC: This looks quite fun actually =3 *Join*
I let out a quiet grunt, nostrils flaring with my hot breath as I glanced up at the human entering the room. I could tell from the way his limb's glinted in the dim light that he, like myself, was now something more and something less than what he once was.
Leaning back against the wall draped in my leathery wings. Wings! I still hadn't got used to that... I mused to myself, wondering if he had faced as a grueling task getting in this room as I had.
Had he too had to fight through a hostile environment to prove his worth? Heh, of course he had. We were here because we could do such things. Still, I was wary, should I introduce myself? After all, if we were to work together, he would know me soon enough, but would he accept such a monstrosity as myself?
Grunting again I slouched into the shadows once more, with but the barest nod at my fellow new operative...
OOC: That okay Silv? Anyway, profile!
Name: Micheal Hunt, however he is unlikely to ever use that name.
Codename: SC
Age: 24
Physical Description: Bulky and large, he dosn't really look the stealth sort, and his body matches his monsterous proportions. A wolf-esque head with rams horns atop a hairy broad torso, leading down to large, beastial legs ending in sharp taloned feet. Sporting four leathery wings and a thick, mucular tail. His fur is black as well.
Strengths/weaknesses: Speed and strength enhanced beyond human levels, and extreme endurance. His wings allow him to glide, but not fly. His talons on his hands and feet are sharp and hard enough to cut into most materials, providing he can back them up. Gains even more endurance in sunlight, but also slows to the point of almost being a statue, rendering him pretty helpless.
Personality: Broody. He both loves and detests his body, genetically altered by terrans, whom he despises. Very distrusting of others.
OOC: That'll do fine, Crim, thanks for joining! =D I'm gonna wait for one or two more people to join before making my next post.
OOC: Question, is this entire RP supposed to be done in first-person perspective, or can we use third-person perspective as well? I'll do this first post in first-person perspective while waiting for an answer.
IC: So outta the sim comes our latest member of the crew. I'm feelin' mighty giddy as it is, passing the test I was given as I had, and though Wingman is kinda shuffling away in the shadows, I'm right up there in S's face like a porkerpine on a pizza. "Hey man, welcome to the team! 'bout time though, you were laggin' for a few secs there. Guess the S doesn't stand for 'Speedy?'" I flash him one of my award-winning smiles, the kind that I reserve for special times such as these, and pat him on the back with my right hand.
OOC:
Name: Jonan Brians
Codename: CJ
Age: 20
Physical Description: More on the skinny side with deep brown skin, Jonan looks a lot more like a teenager than an adult. His whitening hair, the result of a genetic quirk, is tied back in a ponytail, though his bangs are long enough on one side so as to eternally get in the way of his hazel-hued eyes. His right hand is completely made of a muted silver, purposely non-shiny for stealth purposes. He typically dresses in fairly nondescript gray baggy jumpsuits that hide his lanky build.
Strengths/weaknesses: His entire right hand is composed of dedicated medical nanomachines, allowing him to act as an on-the-spot field doctor. He is also a natural whiz when it comes to computers and hacking, so he is considered one of the premiere candidates for field operations. However, his somewhat frail constitution means he doesn't have very much raw strength or endurance. He is also rather touchy-feely and has a certain "need" for physical contact, which may end up annoying others.
Personality: Jonan is a friendly jokester who enjoys teasing his teammates. He peppers his dialogue with various slang words and random nonsense sayings, and sometimes he even uses online abbreviations for real words or actions. In some ways he seems unsuited to the life that he's been chosen for, yet he can keep his cool even under fire - a valuable trait for a field medic.
Name: Henry "Corky" Underwood
Codename: TJ
Age: 11
Physical Description: Human genetic hybrid, Corky seems to have mainly human characteristics with the exception of a distinctly animal-like nose and ears. His skin has a brownish pigmentation to it, he has hazel eyes, and his height matches his official age. Being eighty pounds wet and under five feet with boot on does tend to help when trying to move unnoticed.
Most people pass it off as a mistake from the registration and assume he is indeed of age and his appearance has to do with some genetic accident. As noone believe their leaders would allow a young boy into the Yurian army.
Strengths/weaknesses: Strength and agility you'd normally seen in a animal combined with the intelligence and adaptability of a human. Corky is clever and generally has a high pain threshold, both a byproduct of his past. He has no discernable unique abilities.
TJ's weaknesses are obvious ones. His hyperactive nature makes sitting still impossible, and his balance is between the status of clutz and Calamity Jane. He's unable to focus at times and tends to be too quick to reach a decision on his opinions of people.
Personality: Despite his attitude, personality, and the official documentation there is something not right about "TJ". Why is a little boy in an army unit? Why don't the higher authorities say something about it instead of acting as if he's normal. And the kid himself is a genetic freak, dog ears and a weird looking black puppy nose? You'd almost expect a tail to pop out of his pants.
Aside from all these oddities "TJ" doesn't seem to act like anything other than a stupid, hyper, goofball. It's not known HOW he passed the test and asking the question directly will result in any manner of insult from "Dork" to "Retard" being thrown in your direction.
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The others hadn't noticed or just seemed to ignore a fourth member leaning against the wall and staring at the floor with a sour look on his face that seemed more like a pouting child than a serious stare.
OOC: You guys scared me for a sec. I thought I'd have to start an RP with only two people. >>;;
And no Terg, I just chose to do a first person thing for my entrance, the Whole Rp doesn't have to be in First person.
IC: 'S' Blinked at 'CJ'. "I happened to break into a prison hold, due to faulty intel. Not exactly easy To break out of a nanite-destroying sheild armed with a blaster.", While talking, he looked around the room. The other two in the room appeared to be hybrids, one originally human and the other... he wasn't quite sure. He hadn't had much education in the way of other species.
OOC: I did it, look at NMH, two people and it's pretty long so far. We just added a third person.
OOC: Well yeah, but I'm not sure if I'd be able to do it. Anyway, someone post dangit.
CJ laughed. "Dude, don't be takin' me serious like that, not like we're on the clock yet!"
He turned around and waved at the other two. Okay, they look kinda funny, but they're my new teammates so I'd better get to know 'em!
"Hey guys, maybe I didn't get my name on the street with y'all yet. I'm CJ, peaches to meet ya!"
OOC: I've been out of time recently. I'll tryto get to this ASAP. Sorry, guys. >>;
