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PostPosted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 4:42 pm



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The story

In the year 2391, Earth discovered a colonizable planet, which had an atmosphere with almost identical proportions of gasses as Earth, with one of their many deep space probes. With two of their brand new Intrepid Starcruiser, capable of moving at 6/1000 slower than the speed of light, they traveled to this new paradise. On this planet, dubbed AR-767.332 by ECC(Earth Central Command) the probes had detected what they had believed to be a single, enormous, structure, visible from space. When the ISS(Inter-Stellar Starcruisers) arrived there after more than a century of travel to the outside world, merely a year and a half to those aboard, they discovered an single, ancient, and mostly destroyed, city. One feature of the city that intrigued the mission commander was a single large building at the exact center of the city that was, remarkably, still mostly intact, and so they set up basecamp inside that building. After they explored some more of the city they realized that that single building was the only one with any kind of power systems active, mostly due to the repair drones crawling all over the place, in many cases taking the surrounding buildings apart for raw materials for the repairs. After fiddling with the computers for months, the human scientists claimed they had "translated" the alien language, but in reality they had no idea what had happened; the computers just switched to "English mode" as one scientist admitted later. Eventually, the humans learned the name of this ancient city: Üghluu-Gäara'tiis(which is commonly referred to as Ulu-city by the humans) which roughly translates to "Our home of one."

It was shortly after this that they humans stumbled upon the fate of the Sug'nacu-kiin, the native sentient species that had built the city. They had abandoned all of their smaller cities and attempted to build one enormous city across the face of the entire planet. In their anxiousness they ignored the environmental consequences of what they were doing, which was destroying the ecological system around them. The goddess that their entire species had revered at one time "Made herself manifest" according to the logs of one of the citizens that had died centuries ago. The Sug'nacu-kiin ignored her instructions to stop what they were doing; then "the world around us rose up to defend itself." At that point the scientists stopped taking the logs literally and assumed it was metaphoric; after all, plants that attack you? Those can't honestly be real. The logs spoke of plants that moved across the planet to attack the people of that world, and when the plants were injured a black ooze leaked out, then the ooze came alive and attacked them. In less than one of their years, all of the Sug'nacu-kiin were either dead or taking any ship off-world they could, leaving this planet abandoned for over two-hundred years; seven-hundred forty Earth years.

Three weeks after they gleaned what they could out of the memory core a humanoid walked out of the forest surrounding the city. They had no idea how, but it looked like a human female, and even spoke English. She identified herself as Gaia, which was the name that the database had called the Sug'nacu-kiin's goddess. She told them this world belonged to her and told them to leave. Being the hubris-tic and entitled beings that all "pureblood" humans were in this day and age, they refused. Gaia told them they had one day to reconsider, then disappeared back into the forest. After a day had passed, their starcruisers mysteriously exploded with no obvious cause. Now they were stranded here. It was then that the humans realized that the logs had been literal. The plants attacked the outer walls, but thankfully there were defense barriers on the walls, keeping the plants from getting in for now. But with nothing other than the food they brought with them, they knew it would be only a matter of time before they'd have to venture out to find food. It wasn't long before the ooze creatures described in the logs appeared, somehow phasing through the energy barriers that had kept the plants out. The ooze creatures attacked the humans, killing some, somehow infecting others, forcing the humans to actually fight back using their energy weapons, mostly laser rifles but some pulse phase weapons which were designed to pull molecules apart, but were mostly ineffective. It wasn't until the Clan soldiers came in that the battle turned in their favor.

The Clan of Marza Lu'ktan, or what the "pureblood" humans called "mixed bloods" were a sub-species of humans, all branch species created through genetic engineering which gained their independence on Mars roughly a hundred years ago. The Clan occationally accepted outcast humans, but almost entirely consisted of the genetically engineered. Referring to themselves as Clanners, they developed weapons technology in a completely different direction than the humans did. While the humans developed beam and energy weapons, the Clanners went back to tradition, using projectiles. These projectile weapons were originally designed to bypass the energy shielding that the Human military was using during their war for independence. Due to the variety of types of ammunition for these weapons, it allowed the Clanners to be uniquely qualified to fight these ooze creatures, especially the discovered that they were scared of fire. Incendiary rounds were standard, coming in two varieties, those that explode, and those that stick and burn; both of which proved exceptionally useful against these organisms, which they later called Ulans.

Using more information they managed to pull from the Octi-didecal(28 digit rather than binary code) memory core, they stumbled upon research to "cleanse" the infected. Of course, the cleansing usually had side-effects, resulting in either physical or mental mutations and instability, or in some cases, a combination of the three. Now, it's a fight for survival, and in some circumstances, not just against the plants and Ulans.

PostPosted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 4:53 pm


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PostPosted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:27 pm


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PostPosted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:29 pm


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Name: Ryan Longfang

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Height: 5’11 1/2”

Weight:157 LBS.(without armor) 207 LBS,(with armor)

Infection Status:Non-infected

Mental Status: Sane

Personality: Ryan is generally a cool and collected person, and is mentally powerful; but, when he does lose his temper, someone usually gets hurt.

History: Ryan grew up in a family of five: a younger brother, an older sister, and of course two parents. His life was normal until his eleventh birthday, when his younger brother died. He was messing around in the pool, and hit his head on the side of the pool. No one was really paying much attention to him, and he drowned. His parents were devastated and remained depressed for a long period of time. Three years later, his sister joined the military, knowing that they had discovered a planet that could potentially hold life, and that they had also obtained the technology to get there. A year after that, she died in a training mission. When his parents received this notice, they were beyond devastated, and committed suicide three years after that. Ryan, who was now living on his own, joined the military after he received the news, hoping to fill the void of no family, with friends and ambition.
Because he showed much promise, his superiors sent him on one of the two star cruisers that headed out to this new planet. When he arrived, after two years in a sleeper tube, it felt good to move around again. He was in one of the first scouting parties to enter the city. After about a week of wandering, he, and two other teams, managed to find the central building. After trekking for a whole two days, they got back to the two cruisers and informed the superiors of the building and went back with a team of scientists and additional troops. After the mysterious lady appeared and blew up their ships, he has been on scouting parties and pushing back the slimes, with little time to rest between shifts.

Weapons; Primary/Secondary: PPC Rifle(Made to stun the target without severely harming them; when fired from close range, the target will suffer small electrical burns at the point of impact.)/Saber Katana(A regular katana hilt, that when activated, produces a blade made of pure energy that has burning properties.)

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Name: Damian Carson

Age: 19 years, almost 20

Gender: Male

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 128 lbs

Infection Status: Infected, but very slightly so. The mark on his face is where a plant cut him and left some black slime. It started small and has been growing bigger, but most everyone else thinks he's just self-mutilating. He wants to keep it a secret so he isn't forced to be "cleansed".

Infection Side effect: His right eye has begun to see in the dark better, but his emotions have also become slightly more intense and easily shaken.

Mental Status: Somewhat unstable

Personality: Mildly narcissistic, rebellious, quick to speak up with an attitude, usually unempathetic, rude, very angsty

History: Damian grew up in a wealthy family, with two older sisters and parents with high expectations. He had never been interested in courtship and etiquette, instead finding surgery and dissection to be incredibly fascinating. He turned out much smarter than his parents expected, and they couldn't handle his level of intelligence and uncaring personality. When he was sixteen, they sent him to a military-run university, telling him that he would excel and enjoy it much more than normal school, which he had already dropped out of. Despite his astounding mental capabilities, he did poorly at the university academically and instead focused on partying and ruining important university studies.
The opportunity to explore a new world gave his parents and professors the idea to send him as an expendable "medic-soldier", and he's put on the mission to Ulu City. Refusing to become a random casualty, he goes out with a scout group and captures a plant, dragging it into the makeshift labs and dissecting it without the consent of any of the scientists. He was forced into a guard squad with some Clanners and other useless humans, and now refuses to die like he thinks everyone wants him to.
Weapons; Primary/Secondary: He uses a phaser altered to shoot 14 mm explosive rounds and carries an 8-inch hunting knife and matches with him as backup.

Blame: Lady Sume

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PostPosted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:48 pm


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"...I bow down to no one..."



xxxxxRyan slowly opened his eyes which greeted the familiar darkness. He pushed his sheet off of himself and set up. Ryan rubbed his eyes which, for the most part, cleared his vision. He hated mornings, especially after a virtually sleepless night. He placed his feet on the cold ground and stood up. Ryan looked in the mirror that was next to his bed. Looking away, he sighed heavily and walked over to the window. Sliding the blinds to the right, he watched as the first light of the morning shone over the edge of the city walls. Ryan looked to his right, towards his armor and weapons. Ryan ruffled his hair then grabbed his weapons and armor and got ready to face the day.

xxxxxRyan walked down the Hallways of Ulu city, an apple in hand, and a bag of apples strapped to his belt. Ryan took another bite out of his half eaten apple as he approached the armory to check what duty he was on that day. Guard duty. In other words, nap duty. He smiled a little and took another bite out of his apple. He liked guard duty. there was usually nothing to do. But, alas, he wasn't feeling tired now that he had eaten something. Ryan turned ti his right and started walking down the hall towards the movement platform, which would take him to his guard station.



"...Because they bow down to me..."

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PostPosted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:45 pm


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"Hey, f*****t! I thought I told you to clean those rifles!"
xxxxxDamian rolled his eyes. This was the third time he had left the extra rifles to rust in the bag, and the other guards still expected he would follow orders.
xxxxx"I'm not a f*****t, and I'm not gonna clean those pieces of crap for you. Not my job." He continued picking at the twig he'd found, digging his nails in and peeling away layers of bark. It was soothing to see the inside of something, and helped keep the fat Clanner's voice from grating on his delicate nerves.
xxxxx"You think that's funny?" The Clanner advanced on Damian, reaching for his standard issue burn-pistol. "Don't make me break the rules for you!" He wasn't the sharpest Clanner, though, and neglected to notice the squad captain approaching behind him.
xxxxx"No one makes you break the rules, I only make you sorry you did." The squad captain knocked the chubby Clanner in the side with the butt of his rifle. Damian laughed, his cheek throbbing a little as he did so. Attempting to make him shut up, the squad captain shot a glare at Damian and fingered his rifle's trigger. "We have a stand-in coming today to fill in for Shiraj until we find a permanent replacement." He paused, keeping his glare steady on Damian. "It's hard enough finding a replacement for one dead guardsman. I simply do not have the resources to replace another one."
xxxxx"Please, just make sure he knows not to grab an Ulan with his bare hands. I can only take so much stupid around here," Damian replied, a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. The squad captain glanced at the twig in Damian's hand and sucked in an irritated breath.
xxxxx"Clean the rifles. That's an order. I'll have the stand-in help you as soon as they arrive." The captain turned briskly, grabbing the Clanner and muttering various threats under his breath.
PostPosted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:41 pm


User Image Ryan LongFang

"...I bow down to no one..."



xxxxxRyan stepped off of the platform and looked around. "127 B" he repeated to himself. He was standing in the middle of a circle with a seven foot radius, with hallways on opposite sides of the circle. "Which way was it?" He asked, mainly to himself. He squinted as he looked down either hallway. Ryan sighed heavily and started walking towards his right, hoping it was the right way. It was quite a ways down the hallway before he reached any rooms with markings on them. The first one read 115 B. Good, at least he was heading in the right direction. As he neared Room marked 127 B, he heard a little shouting. curious as to what was going on in the room, he jogged over to it and opened the door slowly.
xxxxxRyan walked through the door and saw someone dragging a Clanner away, and someone else off to the side, who looked like someone had just made a dirty joke. 'Oh boy.' Ryan thought to himself. 'What have the higher ups thrown me into this time?'. Ryan looked outside the door to make sure it was marked 127 B. Yup. It was. 'Well. This is gonna be interesting.'. Ryan looked back into the room and spoke up. "I am the replacement for someone named," Ryan reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "Shiraj. Am I in the right place?" Ryan asked as he stuffed the piece of paper back into his pocket. Ryan started fiddling with the fidget ring on his right hand as he waited for confirmation that he was in the right place.



"...Because they bow down to me..."

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 12:29 pm


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xxxxx"...Yeah. Unless you have no common sense, then you'd be better off feeding yourself to an Ulan." Damian stood up, brushing at his pants as if he'd been sitting in dirt. "You're supposed to help me clean rifles." He kicked the bag of weapons at the newcomer and turned to a window, studying his reflection and rearranging the strands of hair around his face. Behind him, the new guy fiddled with something on his hand, and Damian turned and looked pointedly at the bag.
xxxxx"They're not gonna clean themselves. I suggest you get busy, and quit your twitching, it's irritating." He paused. "Also, I don't care what your name is, so don't bother telling me." With that, he turned back to the window and continued preening, curious as to how this guy would react to his attitude. Arguments were always fun.
PostPosted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 1:01 pm


User Image Ryan LongFang

"...I bow down to no one..."



xxxxxAs soon as the man mentioned his fidgeting being annoying he stopped messing with his ring. Looking down at the bag of rifles, he said and bent over to picked up the bag. He was a sub. It wasn't like he was going to have to deal with him for very long. He just shook his head a little and walked to the back of the room where the cleaning supplies were. He slowly pulled the rifles out of the bag and placed them in the sink. He swiped a finger across a black bar which caused water to start to flow from a few holes in the sides of the sink. He slid the cabinet door to the right and pulled out a few jars. Slowly and sequentially, he started scrubbing the rifles in the chemicals. He would then rinse them off and placed them off to the side. About ten minutes later he walked away from the sink with he newly cleaned and dried rifles in the bag, which he put on the ground next to the chair that he sat in. "Are you the man in charge?" He asked Damian.



"...Because they bow down to me..."

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:17 pm


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xxxxxDamian snorted.
xxxxx"What? Are you serious? If I was in charge, I'd be up in a lab right now pulling apart the Ulan that killed Shiraj. The captain wouldn't let me catch it, he's a moron." Again he glanced at the stand-in's hand. "What's up with the ring? Aren't those against code? The guys get on me about my piercings all the time."
xxxxxDamian's cheek throbbed a little, and he turned away. The mark was spreading again, he could feel it. Sometimes it meant that something threatening was nearby, but usually it just grew a bit out of nowhere. It wouldn't do him any good to have someone see the mark spread of it's own accord, so Damian pulled out his knife and pretended to mess with it, keeping his back to the temporary guardsman.
PostPosted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:44 pm


User Image Ryan LongFang

"...I bow down to no one..."



xxxxx Ryan chuckled at Damian. He seemed nice enough, just a little pissed a teammate got eaten, or whatever they does to their bodies, when it caught him. "If it is, they haven't told me." He told, him, chuckling slightly as he fiddled with it some more. Remembering that the ring bothered him, he pulled out his katana hilt and started waving it back and forth slowly, imagining that it was lit, and he was cutting through something. Ryan, already getting bored of swinging the hilt around, snapped it back onto his belt and let his head fall back and rest on the chair. He took one more quick look at the ceiling before closing his eyes. "Where are we patrolling?" Ryan asked him. He was hoping it was one of the more in active areas, but with his luck, it would be the most active.



"...Because they bow down to me..."

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:02 pm


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xxxxx"Patrolling? You mean sitting against a wall and being bored as hell," Damian snapped, accidentally catching his finger with the tip of his knife. Blood oozed from the nicked skin and he frowned. "I think it's like, down by where the food storage things are. Whatever, though, right?" The mark stopped throbbing and Damian turned to see the guy with his face to the ceiling, eyes closed, hands idle. There was a thing on his belt that resembled a sword hilt. Maybe it was a weapon?
xxxxx"What's that?" Damian asked, reaching down to grab the mysterious bladeless sword.
PostPosted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:47 pm


User Image Ryan LongFang

"...I bow down to no one..."



xxxxx"Sweet. Maybe now I can catch up on some sleep" He said, a grin appearing on his face. Fast as lightning, well, a bit slower, Ryan reached down and grabbed the hilt and activated the sword. The red blade was extended directly in front of him, and what looked like fire sparks were floating off of it. "It's a Vibro Blade. A blade made out of heat based energy, and kept in this form with some kind of electro magnetic energy. It's a pretty nice tool to have if you happen to get close up to an Ulan." He said chuckling a little. Ryan waved the sword around slightly before deactivating it. He felt around for his belt and snapped it back on; where it would be nice and safe.



"...Because they bow down to me..."

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PostPosted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:59 am


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xxxxxDamian jumped as the blade shot out, and his heart rate stayed at an above-average speed when it retracted. He had not been expecting such a dangerous surprise.
xxxxx"Whoa," he mumbled, backing away. This guy was obviously not someone he wanted to mess with. Usually he had fun annoying other guards, but that was because they were dumb and he could easily best them in a battle of wits, before it came to physical engagement. It had been a very long time since he had actually felt fear of another person.
xxxxx"Where have you been? I trust you have done what I asked." In strode the captain, all high and mighty. Damian stared at him, unimpressed. "Don't give me that look, Carson. Longfang!" The captain's gaze turned to the stand-in. "We are patrolling Sector 4-L, so make sure you bring extra ammo. This isn't what you are accustomed to."
xxxxx"What?!" Damian shouted as the captain whipped around to leave. "You can't be serious! We just lost a gaurd in 2-7, and now you're shoving us into the devil's thicket? What happened to watching the storage units?!" The captain glanced to the side only momentarily.
xxxxx"Someone has to do it," he replied, his voice nearly a whisper.
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