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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 3:08 pm
-Please insert genetic key... verifying... Authorised read only access. Any violation of the access will be dealt with under code Theta 239-57-
Welcome to the United Colony's Spacey Corp.. we may be a little short on time here, so ill keep this short, but for all of you not in the know. We are trapped in a three way battle between races. Here, with us, lie's the fate of humanity itself. Against us, on a genocidal rampge targeting us, is the Covenant, a collection of many alien races, banded together under a common cause of religion. There technology is superior, there number's are superior, there will to fight is almost unquenchable, fueled by a religious fervor surpassing even that of the old earth suicide bomber's, who would give there own lives for there religion if it seemed necessary.
The third group, a parasitic hive infection known as the Flood. They possess the body's of the fallen of both sides, creating there own troops like sick, twisted zombie's. They are fueled simply by a desire to wipe out all other sentient life in the universe except for themselves.
These are the threats that face our race. they seem insurmountable, but for all that, were still here, now arent we? And every last speck of that credit belongs here, in the U.C.S.C. . Our space marines fought them, on land and in space, forcing them to fight for every inch of space, land, or sea. Our Helljumper's hit them at there weakest, shattering even there most powerful attack methods, stopping invasions of space and planet cold through there own selfless actions. ONI, Our intelligence division's, learned everything about them they could, devising new tactics, techniques, everything, to increase our ability to kill the bastards, and keep them from there goals. Our Spartans, from all three of the programs, destroyed them, stopped them from taking objectives and destroying places and people that proved crucial later in the war, and then turned right around and forced there way through the enemy, destroying ships, commanders, even sometimes planets that the enemy needed. eventually, we prevailed from our onslaught through the help of factions of the covenant, the Elite's and segments of the other corp's. We shattered and destroyed the
Covenant, and forced the flood into the darkest, dankest recesses of the galaxy. Then, we blew them the hell up.
That was the end of the war, and, as you can imagine, alliances forged in battled were tested in peace, as xenophobic human's and alien's alike met and clashed. However, we have held stable throughout, and the result is the strongest alliance of races ever created...
Or so we thought. Now, something else is stirring. Something thought long dead and buried, from before even the covenant's inception...
Now, we get to fight for the survival of our races once more. Congratulations, you have been put onto the lines of those doing so. Not on the front however. No, we have different plans for you. All of you.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 3:44 pm
For major changes and updates about the RP and other stuff:
Major Update: Everyone knows about the Spartan II's, Master Cheif. Many know of the III's, Noble Team from Reach: The game. Some know of the original spartan program, also the start of the Mijolnir program. This RP has another, the Spartan IV's. These Spartans have the best traits of the other program's, well, most of them. They have the extra training and cheaper and more survivable bio-genetic-augmentations of the III Program. They have the far superior relative class of armor's from the II Program. And they have the... Humanity, I guess is the most fitting word, of the Mijolnir program spartan's.
For those who dont know, II and III program Spartans were taken at the age of 3 from there homes, replaced with flash clones that inevitebly died from health complications. The real children were raised, and trained, for the sole purpose of being the best freaking soldier ever, to the exclusion of all else. All they know is military, to the extent of, after the war, every single one without fail either declined the offer to retire and live out there lives peacefully, or was back within two years to rejoin. They literally almost cannot meld into peaceful society anymore, there minds arent wired correctly.
The IV's seem like the perfect soldier, even almost the perfect human in this step of our evolution. Smarter, stronger, faster, better in every way then any normal human without augment's could ever be, they seem like a new race of beings. This could forseeably cause problem's, except they have one. Very few of them exist. There is exactly one for each colony of humanity, and that is it. There is only one instance of there being more, and that is in your team, Zulu team. You have a Spartan IV Present within your team, yet another difference in the melting pot of Zulu team. actually, you may have two...
Update: For a little extra interest, technology has evolved since the war. Weaponry and armor's have upgraded during the lull, boosted by the fact that Humanity and covenant races have been working together, creating newer, more advanced weapons and armor, along with new culture, although that is much more slowly coming up.
Now then, to other things, like Jackal's. Simple run down of them. They are slightly fragile, easier to kill then the others like humans or elites. however, there small frame and natural intelligence makes them excellent spec ops soldiers, as they are also reasonably strong. However, now, jackal's serving under the U.C.S.C. are tougher, faster, know more about both weaponry and technology in general, and are stronger. Quite often, they serve the purpose as specialist's of there teams if in mixed unit's, because of these traits.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 3:47 pm
Yes, this is a halo-based RP. That should be obvious to anyone who knows halo at all. Now then, rules, regulations, and other.
Rules:
Common sense is required. If you cant apply it when it comes to posting in Gaia, then GTFO. Heres a translation incase you are too stupid to realize what this means, or are like me, and sometimes have clueless moments where you have no idea what something means, no matter how obvious it is. It happens to me, so It can happen to you.
Follow T.O.S
No cybering. I personally would say cyber away, I dont care, but, well, thats breaking the above rule. So, no cybering, or Iw ill drum you out of this RP.
Activity: You dont have to be super active, but try for once an hour if your online, or else several times a day. discard that, no rules on activity.
Dont pass other player's without permission from me or someone I elect to help out. I will have them on a white list. They can do anything I can, but I want a message before you ban somebody whitelister's.
See, not much there, all common sense. However, I can understand certain mess ups. If you break a rule, besides the TOS or cybering ones, you get a warning. second time, it depends on various factors wether I ban you or not. three, your out.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 3:48 pm
White list: Vegeta_lover: For being awesome, a buddy of mine... and captain XD Black list:
Empty currently. Please help me keep it this way, I like looking here and seeing the whitelist full of peep's and the blacklist sitting empty like the dessicated husk of a Forerunner starship that has been abandoned for a long time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 4:10 pm
Now then, to break this down to base character compenent's, more commonly known as a skeleton.
Name: (I dont mind odd names, but nothing insanely difficult.)
Age: (Be realistic here.)
Race: (You can be a Human, wether a marine, O.D.S.T., or Spartan. You can be a Jackal, or an elite. Only three choices, I know, but there the only ones that could survive the crap your dealing with in this small team without dragging everyone down too much.)
Gear: (Prefered personal effects, once again, realistic. Marines, your normal, if slightly augmented humans. You can only carry so much weight, so be skimpy. Here, a rule, no more then ten items, none of them military weaponry.)
Equipment: (No more then five item's, all must be military related, but not your guns. ex. knife, grenades, tactical thermonuclear pwnalizer (No, you cant have that XD))
Bio: (What the hell are you doing in Zulu team? tell us how you got in zulu, how/why you are in the U.C.S.C., and your history. Please, over a paragraph is nice, but not required, keep it under five, thats required, unless you specifically ask me otherwise.)
Battle supplies: (Guns or whatever you use mainly for battle.)
Pic: (Do I need to say anything? Please say no...)
PM ALL PROFILES!!!!!
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 4:53 pm
Now then. If your profi isnt here, dont post. it will be bad for your health. All questions need to be PM'ed. Name: Spartan XVIII/ Priss Age: 23 Race: Spartan IV Gear: Dog tag's, A small picture of her biological parents, a ring she keeps in a tiny inside pouch of her combat vest that has strong sentimental value for her. Equipment: Combat knife, grenade pouch with two HE (High-Explosive) Grenades in it, and four bio-plasmodic grenades (Think suped up plasma grenade), Armor mounted backpack with supplies including more extra ammo then normally carried. Bio: Priss is a sort of a paradox of the government. but ill get into that later. She was born on earth itself, a native of the motherworld, and was kind of normal. once she started school however, she quickly was recognised as decidedly abnormal. Violent tendencies, hung out with the boys more then the girls, and was actually respected among the little child social groups as being able to hold her own in fights, wether verbal or phisical. In short, she seemed almost a boy in a girls body. this didnt change as she grew, only became more pronounced outside of a few things that she still was like a girl for. After getting kicked out of four schools for fighting, her parents started homeschooling her. That was only for a few month's, then a officer from the U.C.S.C. came to there house, offering to give Priss schooling in an enviroment that would suit her, in exchange for wanting to psych eval her and see if she would fit into there new soldiering program, and to test it. Her parents, after a long amount of debate, took the offer, and she was shipped off to, of all places, the newly terraformed planet of reach. This was all after the war, and Reach had been glassed during the war. However, the United Earth Federation took it upon themselves to completly terraform the planet back to its former state. It was only two years since that project had been completed when Priss arrived there, along with a selection of other children and teenager's chosen for the project. The entire history of her on reach for that time has since been classified top secret, considered part of her initiation into the Spartan IV program, which is known about, but Classified. She slips in and out of classified state for some time after that, before finally showing back up on earth a grown woman. She visited a few people and places, acquantances and freinds, family alike. To say goodbye to them all. Then, she vanished into the classified files again, and has not re-emerged since. Battle supplies: Marine Tactical Pulse Rifle firing 20mm. Armor Piercing Spin Stablized Discarding Sabot (APSSDS) rounds. 99 rounds to the magazine, semi and full auto supporting. 35mm. Modular sniper rifle, dissassembles into folding barrel, scope, two body peices, and stock. 45. Pistol, also loaded with APSSDS Rounds. Pic:  Name: Vegeta/Spartan 239 Age: 25 Race: Spartan II Gear: Only a gold necklace he always has on(under the armor if he has it on) which is very important to him. Equipment: none special Bio: Vegeta was born on Earth, under a family of little note, thoguh they had a reasonable amount of money. one day, when he was around eight, He died of heart cancer. In reality, this was a flash clone, repeating the cycle of all flash clones, dying from a health complication. The real one, at the age of four, was suddenly taken in the middle of the day from a secluded spot in his schoolyard, and taken to the planet Reach, added into the newest batch of the Spartan II's coming out of the planet. He was one of those who survived and passed all of his exams, and lived through the augmentation process. He adopted the ODST armor setup as a tilt to them, for there own amazing service records and skill, the best non-augmented beings humanity has to offer to combat. Battle supplies: 50. Caliber sniper rifle, modular standard. 45. Magnum pistol. Pic: 
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 8:51 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 10:06 am
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