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( This is my first post on these forums, so be gentle. )

In the late years of the colonization of the existing planets within the Trivem galaxy, The Ervay, who had long been the agressors in the lengthy space war that had erupted between the two feuding clans, were feeling overwhelmed by the continueing onslaught of the Valkeem species. While the Ervay, being a serpentine breed with hollow, dark eyes and slimey, irradescently yellow skin, seemed to be much more of a political breed, they had long since been driven to battle with the Valkeem. As one may wonder, the Valkeem were a more turtle like being, having long been housed in an over-all shell of protection, bipedal in nature they contrasted the Ervay, with their sunshine slime skin, with a dark and muddy complection, ridgid and rough in texture and over-all 'unappealing'. The two breeds had originally started their war to somehow bring peace to their planets, but in the end they brought only more chaos when the Ervay landed upon the newest located planet...Aptly named ' The Dark Cradle ". The Ervay were indeed the first to begin colonizing this planet, their species were quick to militarize it for it's strategic location and fountainous amounts of natural resources, but little did they understand the complexities of this planets ecosystem. In later accounts, upon the discover of T.D.C, reconaissance teams recovered various proofs of the uncanny actions of the inhabitants of this planets. Each species seemed entirely willing to work within the food chain. There was no hunt, no kill, each and every being seemed to be working together in some sick utopia. Six human years after the Ervay landed upon the planet, the Valkeem came for war....What did they find ? Destruction

The Valkeem spent a short time on the surface of the planet, but in that time they found little evidence of the Ervay's occupation of the planet, save for their slimey homes and odd manifestations they called religious monuments. The Valkeem left, unaware of their stow-aways. The galaxy seemed to be peaceful for the Valkeem, despite what lay in wait. They soon found themselves working in an over-all utopian society, communism abound, each and every person put in what they wished and recieved the same. Their world was in order. It was under their newest leader, Aaveem Mkroam, that their society was directed for the " Perfection and cleansing of the surrounding life-forms " The Valkeem began to scower the galaxy for all signs of life. They met one such planet, a vicious and tyrannical planet with militaristic power unabound, and their militaries were laid in waist..The Valkeem ships littered the seas of this planet..That planet now stands in ruins. The few fleeing inhabitants now headed to seek beyond the walls of their galaxy and into a neighboring one. Within their departure there was some means of a ruckus..And the ship crashed painfully upon a moon of a local planet. A scouting team was sent to this moon, mostly to scavenge the wrecked vessel. This scouting team was sent by 'space pirates' and they searched the wreckage but were unaware of what they truly found. This team, on their way back to their home base, decided that they would attempt to rob a passing vessel. Named : The UESS Harbinger.

There was indeed a struggle, and in that struggled both ships were destroyed partially, all the inhabitants were supposedly ' destroyed. ' It was upon that time that the local command operations unit known as " The Sword " were contacted to not only recon the sight of the crash, but determined the effects of the damages and attempt to regain any possible lost military data...This is where it all began...When the child of the T.D.C was discovered.

( This is a Science fiction based roleplay. The storyline will be further detailed shortly.)

SL : The SL is based off of a UESMC ( United Earth States Marine Corps ) tactical unit and their exploration of the destroyed UESS Harbinger. Upon that ship they come across a 'utopia' of animalistic life. What appear to be some means of hybrid crossbreeds between various species and subgenuses have created a carnival of twisted creations. After some searching and a grim realization, these marines find that there is an 'omnipresent' being on board. This being is acting as if some kind of mass brain, controlling the actions of all the creatures originally on board. They must locate and destroy this brain, before they become just another receptor. )

I would preffer that each person list a character stat sheet as follows. :

Name:
Age:
Sex:
General appearance ( Hair, eyes etc etc ) :
Gear : ( Weaponry, clothing, so on. )
Position : ( Rifleman, Gunner, Long gunner, Grenadier, Radioman, Scout. Second in command. )
Brief backstory [ Optional, can be revealed through play. ] :


My character sheet is as follows :

Name : Lt. Victor Letrevi
Age : Twenty eight
Sex: Male
General appearance : Five o'clock shadow, shortly cropped brown hair, slim athletic build. Blue eyes.
Gear: Standard UESMC outfit. ( Detailed later ) Three standard hypercompressed plasma grenades. Rebored UESMC sidearm pistol ( Solid ammunition. 50 Cal. ) Standard Military combat rifle equipped with uplink and mid grade comm station. ( Plasma weaponry. ) Not so standard issue 'ka-bar' styled knife. ( 16" ) [ Sheathed on hip. ]
Position: First in command
Brief backstory : Will be revealed through play.

Name: Tom Winter
Age: 25
Sex: Male
General appearance ( Hair, eyes etc etc ) : Brown hair, green eyes, 6', 150lb.
Gear :
- LBV: Two Frags, Two Plasma Grenades. Sidearm [pistol and 2 mags, suppressor].
- Silenced Carbine with variable power scope (3x-10x)
- Range finding Binoculars
- Camoflauge uniform (Special)
- 3 red flares, 3 green flares
Position : Scout
Brief backstory: Will be revealed in play, but simply a normal guy who enlisted. (His story has to do specifically with the UESS Harbringer.

( Thanks for taking interest in the SL. I'll wait for more recruits before I truly begin, but while I have time I'll detail the Standard UESMC combat suit. )


Over-all The UESMC newest model of the Sword combat suit is a marvel of engineering. It is made up of hypercompressed layers of gradually thickening polymers. In contrast to previous models, the newest models inner interior is that of a softer and much more comfortable material. The suit, in overview, is made up of varying degrees of 'scales' of this material. Though they do not take on the usual elipse shape, but rather a hexagonal pattern, it is designed to recoil not only bullets and shrapnel, but assist in avoiding damage produced by bladed weaponry, even though the 'blade' is considered heavilly outdated. The suit is considered full body, despite the lack of a helmet.


Depending upon the position of the marine, the suit has many modifications available for it's use and workings.
For the standard rifleman there are advanced armor and even agility upgrades, allowing for more streamlined movement and easier adjustability of the 'scale tension ' .
For the Radioman, there are a few built in modifications, such as a heat modifier to allow the outside core temperature to be read below zero, giving the body a 'frozen' appearance of heat sensors. Along with this come short burst of 'invisibility', which causes the scales of the suit to replace their usual shading with a prism like material which has it's over all coloring determined by a set of varying lights throughout the entire body. Making our Techs into modern day chameleons, but only for a short time. One to two minute intervals are usual the max for the chameleon ability. This suit also has an expanded agility that outweighs that of most of the other models.
For the Scout, The suit over-all can be modified to have 'active camoflauge' which creates a varying pattern upon the surface of the suit, the suit is almost mirror like, reflecting the surroundings in an indirect way, making the UESMC suit blend in near perfectly. The suit has a much, much higher agility rating than the standard suit and as a downside, the armor ratings are much lower. The suit has a partially scaled appearance, the sides of the torso and the underside of the arm all appear, naturally, as a black solid piece, but with the camoflauge adjustment, they blend in just as easilly.
For the Gunner, The suit has an over-all upgrade to armor that far surpasses all others, advanced targetting systems allows the gunner's helmet to contain heat vision, night vision, ambient viewing [ which allows one to see the path of a suspect] and various other enhancements. The joints of the suit are heavilly increased, creating a lack of mobility, but allowing for the use of much more powerful weaponry, including some of the more advanced rifles of the UESMC.
For the Long gunner, This UESMC suit is deemed as the " Enigma " suit. It has some of the blessings of most of the suits, it has a highly increased agility factor and it has a camoflauge system that works continuously as long as the user is perfectly motionless. The suit has a lockdown function, which allows for the marine to lock their position and force themselves to remain still. This suit has various heat control functions and various other radar dampening abilities. The shoulder and knee joints are especially reinforced to handle the strain of the standard issue long rifle.

It is highly commong for UESMC recruits to where their BDUs over their combat suits in the early runnings. Or even to take on the various covers of their suits. Which allow them to modify the texture of the 'scaley' appearance to anything they may wish, while not interfering with the workings of the suit. ( Meaning, You don't have to be scaley, you can use UESMC covers to make the suit as you please and still maintain the same abilities. )

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I saw the last glimmering starlight of his life and felt his breath cease from it's struggle. My hands quivvered in remourse, my eyes streamedn tears...I cried not because I had killed him..but because he had died--before my masterpiece could be completed.

Name: Jack McGuane
Age: 26
Sex: Male
General appearance: About 5'9, 175lbs. A little short and stocky, with thick black hair he keeps as long as possible before the unit makes him shave it. Dark brown eyes, the right eye scarred heavily and milky white, if anyone cares to look under sparkling lithium implant.
Position: Rifleman, squad medic
Gear:
-One standard UESMC rifleman's suit, modified with diagnostic sensors and biological scanners. Less plated on the legs to have extra plate on the chest and helmet, for crouching over fallen comrades under fire.
-One Standard Military Combat Rifle, with trigger guard removed and detailed in black stencil. Laser sight.
-One standard issue basic medical kit, containing treatments for blast wounds, fire damage, excessive bleeding, poison control, and acidic burns. Comes with four syringes full of powerful anesthetic, and ten minor morphine injections. Adrenaline shots and various tools for opening, closing and sewing wounds. Various other medications for common infections and diseases.
-One not so standard issue medical kit.
-One personal palm computer containing a medical database and diagnoses program
Backstory: Revealed in play

It had been a hard couple of years for Vic. Despite how young people always claimed him to be, he was getting older and more bitter each day. Some marines were ascetic, deeply devout to their training and never seeming to faulter away from their duty, Vic used to be that marine. The world seemed a much darker and colder place these days. Each of these new recruits had a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind, Victor felt as if he was falling behind..It was this feeling that brought him to retake his old ways. Becoming a much stricter, more devout marine. He took on the training for marines in basic, he took on a restricted diet and began to retune his entire system. It was in these past few years, Vic had become...a machine.

He became near careless, completely apathetic to new recruits. He was nicknamed "Lt. Pain " The new recruits soon began to fear Vic and after a rough accidental death...Victor abandoned basic training, he decided he would work with reconnaissance teams, his strict leadership principals and his over-all hard edged attitude was perfectly suited for the command and conquer attitude of the UES military.

He now stood upon the main deck of their transport vessel, this transportation vessel was intended to bring them to their main ship, which was much smaller and lightly armed. They were on an exploration mission, Explore and Exterminate. He was told that they needed to go in, look around for any nasty critters, make sure there were no creaks and the mechanics and bring that hunk of junk back to the UES heading ship to be dismantled and reassembled as a hangar ship. The darkness of space extended before him and he felt himself becoming lost within the memories of it all...but the stark voice of Command Captain Deval brought him from his happy place.

We're a long way from home, Vic... We need to get this shit over quick.... I've got a bad feeling about all this.

Vic chuckled to himself, it was rare to get more than a shift of eyes out of him these days. He pivoted upon a boot clad heel, eyes focusing on C.C. Deval and a small nod of understanding sent his way. There was an old story between the two of them. Victor had chosen to remain in combat divisions, while Deval played politics. They were practically the same age but had much different positions. Truth was, Vic was jealous in the least, he actually preffered it this way. It meant that Deval felt high and mighty, while he was the one holding the gun.

He departed from the main deck, he had to assemble the marines for the docking to the " Griphon " ship that they would soon be transporting with to the UESS Harbinger. He seemed calm enough about it all, he hadn't bothered to dress up just yet. Wearing his standard issue black and greens, which truly had a mixture of black brown and green diamond esque patterns. These diamonds were near microscopic, perfected clamofauge. Honestly, in the darkness of space, it was near useless. It was more for the standardized look of their past. His hair had been recently trimmed and rested in short fathoms just across his scalp, his chin remarkably notable with the strongly prominent goatee forming. He was over-all a 'buff' gentleman, strongly shoulders, thin hipped and having a very 'militaristic' appearance. One couldn't call Vic an unattractive man, It was his silence that had slipped most females away, along with his horrible record of cruelty. This record heavilly noted by that lengthy blade descending in black leather along his thigh. He hadn't bothered with the vest and jacket coverings of his uniform, but rather chose to wear a khaki colored T-shirt. A tightly stitched cotton was meant for little more than warmth.

It took him a very short time to arrive in the mess hall of this hypersized ship. Within the confines of this 'cafeteria-esque' place, there were hundreds, possibly thousands of marines. They were healthy, young and were absolutely ripe for his picking. Slowly crossing his arms he awaited his group to arrive. They knew the rules already.

1. Shut up.
2. Listen.
3. The second you see me, be by me.

Vic had made it clear for them always to directly fall in when they saw him. There was no other reason for him to come around. It would make things much easier, he preffered his marines clean, crisp and sharp minded. A professional, he stood with those powerful arms crossed across his chest. One could catch the fading black of a tattoo upon his shoulder just peaking from beneath his sleeve. UESMC 9987 tattooed beneath the large eagle, but none of his marines had ever mentioned that tattoo..It was an old memory. Victor rarely spoke of memories.........

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I saw the last glimmering starlight of his life and felt his breath cease from it's struggle. My hands quivvered in remourse, my eyes streamedn tears...I cried not because I had killed him..but because he had died--before my masterpiece could be completed.

Lance Corporal Keris was there enjoying fine Navy chow. 'Jackie' or just 'Jack', as she preffered. Not precisely all-around Marine; that one. Raised on a drifter colony; that alone made her scum in some eyes. Drifters were - litteraly - massive chunks of collected salvage from stations, ships, satalites, whatever. Welded together and powered by peicemeal systems; their inhabitants were near-lawless unless there was a nearby garrison.

Add to that she was a criminal serving her sentance in the Corps rather then a cell, and that even now her record had a few suspicious gray-market warning flags... But you couldnt fault the woman's skills. She could hotwire anything with an engine, and make alien computer systems dance a jig on command.

She was huddled in tight over chow with a group around her, hands outlining some no doubt grand scheme with a contraband cigarette hanging out of her mouth. Numbers made it easy to hide; and blending in she could do.

Glancing up at a passing Sargent, Keris catches sight of the Lieutenant. Snapping the 'rette out of her mouth with a sleight of hand that had it disappear into some fold of her uniform, she murmurs something to the bargaining Navy types around her and stands, ditching her tray at the wall on the way.

It doesnt take her long to cross the rest of the distance, grinning lopsidedly as she always did when conditions (such as being indoors) meant she didnt have to salute.

"Evenin, Lieutenant."

Her hair was regulation, at least; but only because she'd always kept her hair short and feathered. Blue eyes were always taking in what went on around her; absorbing every detail and filing it away. When her mouth wasnt occupied making sarcastic and slightly insubordinate remarks; it was usualy smiling as if the whole world were her joke, even when previous commanders had attempted to PT some discipline into her.

Keris wore the standard uniform; a bit rumpled, but presentable. Her hands were nicked with countless old scars from mechanical work; and even now her fingers sported the occasional white bandage from touching the wrong wires. Small and unassuming; she could fit through crawlspaces a child might envy, but she had a junkyard dog's mean streak in her.

"I'm guessing it's too much to ask that you're just down here to join the mortals for dinner."

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Name: Ling-Shen Long
Age: 21
Sex: Male
General appearance ( Hair, eyes etc etc ) : Moderately tall with a rail-thin build and a shock of black hair cropped back in a queue. Known for cybernetic replacements for his hands and various integrations unit ports modified into his body to allow direct feed and direct hookup for precise technical control.
Gear :
- 2 Custom-Modified UESMC .50 Cal. handguns with infrared laser-sight for pinpoint accuracy.
- Modified, Silenced UESMC SMG with 3-shot burst and automatic settings
- Radio equipment, linked communications arrays and transmission systems
- Modified UESMC 'Scout' armor with lowered protection on arms to compensate for various servo-motors, omniports, terminal utilization cables and other fine-application machinery for on-site repairs to equipment and electronics, as well as a built in energy pack and link in case of an emergency power supply. The armor has been modded to include direct linkups to the neurotransmitters in Long's cybernetics, allowing unparalleled use of the tools, and the screen in his helmet has been modded to be able to display terminal readings and act as a mobile interface.
- Erstatz Electrical Generator, which contains a small form of nuclear battery allowing generation of power and a mobile power supply.
-Vibro-Long Knife with a connector to the built-in electrical generators in the arms of his suit.
Position : Radioman/Technician
Brief backstory: Having heavily modified his body using state of the art military technological interfaces, cybernetic replacement limbs and other invasive neural procedures to allow him close communion with the machines he works with, Long is a consummate mechanic who has heavily modified his own personal equipment to integrate such things. While carrying significantly more then an average scout, and thus losing some of the agility offered until setting down the sealed pack he carries his equipment in, he has effectively enabled himself to serve as a mobile technical station.
Note: If mods don't fly pm me and I'll change him up.

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The voices of marines rattled and echoed through the cafeteria. One of the few places the military allowed for recreation, they spared a little cash to install a couple of vid-sets and gaming tables. Jack was pretty well known around the place for being seen around one of the 12-ball tables, but today he was at the old-fashioned dartboard, taking aim.

Jack always kept his hands moving. He’d twirl, balance or spin anything he could get his hands on. Kept his fingers nimble and soft; made him a better medic. Lot of other med-heads in the company got small nerve cords and servomotors slipped into their arms and let the computers do the work. Jack preferred to keep everything under his control. No sense letting a marine die if an EMP took out his computer systems.

There were a coupe of guys around him, looking bleak. Their money was slowly going into Jack’s pocket, as dart after dart put them to shame. He was spinning one now, sliding it between his fingers and twirling it past his thumb, before he snapped his wrist and it arced into a clean black 20. The electronic readout blinked and the other guys groaned. Their accounts were automatically deducted.

The Marines were officially forbidden from any sort of monetary gambling. It caused dissention in the ranks and ill-will towards fellow soldiers. But because so many troops did it otherwise, the Marines instituted a fake ‘chit’ policy that Marines could gamble with. It wasn’t worth anything but it gave bragging rights and refilled every month. The Marines didn’t realize the soldiers only used the chits to make it convenient, and then collected their real money afterwards.

“What’s the matter, boys, don’t want another round?” Jack laughed, running a hand self-consciously through his freshly cut hair. He missed the long bangs in his eyes, and the way the women looked at him. Now his face bulged out, square and hard, topped by a squarer, harder crew cut. The men shook their heads and walked off towards the food line.

“Come on, any takers? I’ll give you two to one if you beat me!” A couple of guys in the crowd laughed, but none stepped forward. Jack tossed another dart near-center. “Look, I missed!”

“Hey, Jackie-boy, isn’t that your squad leader?” one of the guys said. Jack put down his hand, ready to toss another dart.

“Where?”

“That guy, Letrevi, right? He’s got his suit on.”

“Shit! Yeah, that’s him, I’m out, fellas.” He tossed the darts on the ground and jogged off toward the lieutenant, snapping a salute when he got there. Jack, unlike a lot of the others guys that did the under the table gambling and dealing, knew how to respect authority. As much as he liked having fun, he wanted to be known for something. He wanted to be with the best, and to be the best, you had to respect the best.

“McGuane, reporting.”

( Unhallow, Your character is fine. Just keep him vulnerable and we'll be fine. )

" Mcguane, Keris. "

He seemed the usual quick and silent jackass he had always been, but a particular tinge to his voice told of the sudden gravity he felt about the situation, obviously indirectly, but indeed it stood out. He seemed almost--nervous, uneasy in a very inevident way. He just had something in his eyes. Truth was, Letrevi was beside himself with worry, but retained his composure as was always his custom. He had always been the sort've rugged jawed marine leader. The sort of man who could obviously eat a palmful of tacks for breakfast. He stood, still in that arms over chest fashion, waiting the rest of his marines to line up..

He took his current time to look towards Keris, running a quick spot check over her and Mcguane, ensuring no violations were there to mention. He wasn't the sort to report, he was the Lt. that would look you over, point something out and tell your not to get your ass caught. For those who had been around Victor for a bit, they would already know his not so standard tactical fashions. He didn't work in the regular military way, especially on scavenge missions, even more especially on ones that made him uneasy. A rarity came, Victor saying more than a few words. He needed to do somewhat of an over-view of the situation..Two to three sentences would suffice he supposed.

" Deval is sending us to scavenge the UESS Harbinger. Suit up. We'll be docking at the Griphon soon. "

Victor pointed the way of the barracks, hardly concerned if his marines had their grub. He knew they weren't stupid enough to think he meant now. Victor was very clear when he wanted something done immediately. Soon meant they had a good bit of time to do it, meaning if they wanted to socialize or finish their lunch they could. He would have departed currently, but didn't bother just yet--He had more marines he was waiting for..he muttered shortly and impatiently under his breath.

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I saw the last glimmering starlight of his life and felt his breath cease from it's struggle. My hands quivvered in remourse, my eyes streamedn tears...I cried not because I had killed him..but because he had died--before my masterpiece could be completed.

Jackie's eyes light up. "The Harbinger? Are you slagging me? Hah!" She claps her hands and rubs then together, "I saw a deckplan for her, once. Sweet ship, newest tech...Oh this is going to be good."

But then a wry shrug and a sigh, "But whats the catch, Looie? You dont send a heavily-armed squad on a salvage op. What, pirates? Radiation? Anti-States rebels? Horribly dabilitating alien disease?"

What? She had an imagination. And maybe watched one too many of the cheap flicks the ship sponsored on movie night.

((Sorry for the short post, but really she's just asking questions. XD))

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