Operation: Dragonskin (Reboot OoC and Registration)
IC: Operation Dragonskin [Resurrected]
You are dead.
When you were alive, you were a soldier. You fought well and valiantly for your life, for your country, for the survival of your very species in a war against an enemy from beyond the stars. But in the end, when you died, there was nothing left of the body. An empty casket was buried. You had gone to a better place. That was what the government wanted your loved ones to believe.
It was a lie.
In 2020, the Kora'ai fell from the sky. Their ships had been observed via satellites and telescopes for years. We knew they were there, but it was only then that they chose to arrive. Diplomacy was attempted, but the language barrier proved to be too thick for either side to cross. So humanity left them alone, and were treated in kind. They stayed away from populated areas, and we left them alone. For a while, it worked. But there can be no real diplomacy without communication.
The bombs fell. None of the world's leaders would admit to dropping them; no one dared to. To do so would incur the wrath of the UN. But when they did, the tentative peace that had formed in the intervening months shattered like a laboratory wing made entirely of glass. Humanity and the Drakes, as humans would often call them (see below) went to war. And in spite of Earth's greatest efforts and superior numbers, they were losing, on an impressive scale. In an attempt to more quickly bring an end to the fighting, a group called EXTRA has approached the UN with a proposition. And the UN agreed.
That's where you come in.
Not much is known about the organization known only as EXTRA; you can only think of two things. One, they're funded by the highest level of several world governments. Two, they brought you back from the dead. You don't know how, but they did. However, you're no longer entirely yourself. You have been resurrected in the body of a Drake.
The Kora'ai are a bipedal, reptilian sentient species with an uncanny resemblance to what humans would call dragons. In height, they average approximately two and a half meters and have a thick, scaly hide that can withstand most punishment including (but not limited to) low calibre gunfire, temperatures up to and exceeding 300 degrees Celsius, or below -60, and what a human would consider lethal blunt trauma without any form of exterior protection. The scales covering this hide can come in any colour one can imagine. Their faces and jaws are elongated to a point, their muzzles looking almost like beaks at the end. Their hands have four long, taloned digits, including an opposable thumb each. Their digitigrade feet are similarly arranged. The most interesting feature of these sentients by far are the large, leathery wings attached to heavily knotted muscles that act as extra arms and make them capable of self-propelled flight, though their size would argue against it. A long tail allows them to maintain balance while standing, and acts as a rudder during flight.
EXTRA wants you to infiltrate the ranks of the Kora'ai. They want you to send back as much information as possible with regards to tactics and technology. It isn't going to be easy. But they aren't sending you in alone.
Age: (18+ before death, of course.)
Gender: (Again, self-explanatory)
Outfit and Rank: (Where were you in your military career? Again, before death)
Appearance/Photograph: (Try to remember that you're no longer human. Descriptions required, images accepted.)
Service Record: (AKA: History and Personality; two paragraphs minimum)
Other: (Family, friends, any quirks or conditions that bear mentioning.)
Cast and Crew:
Alexander "Sandy" Bridge - Asuterisuku
Kylie Johnson - TheWhiteRosary
Ryan Johnson - MULTIMEDIAMAN (Note: Johnson's a common enough name for me to let this slide)
Atrius Corono - Metronome
Amanda "Ace" Westbrooke - Bluemoon277
Nathan Darius - Shoryu
Chan Long - Ubermensch
Varoth Threlt - Eggs
Thomas Cale - Shalashaska
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Name: Alexander "Sandy" Bridge
Outfit and Rank: Canadian Army, Lieutenant
Appearance/Photograph: Sandy is short, at two hundred thirty centimeters, and comparatively slender next to his peers, but what he lacks in body mass he makes up for in wingspan. His scales are mostly a bright red, with stripes of orange here and there. He insists on carrying his father's wristwatch - which was recovered from the battlefield with his body - on him at all times, though his wrist is somewhat too large for it to fit.
Service Record: Family means everything to Sandy, and has done so ever since he was a boy, when his father gave him something so simple as a watch. That same father was in the World Trade Center when it collapsed a week later. Afterwards, he tried to look after his mother, even as she looked after him; he felt that if he wasn't there, she'd withdraw into her grief, even as he breezed his way through school. Working since sixteen, paid his own way through College for a diploma in Electrical Engineering, finishing the course when he was twenty two. Life moved on. He found a girl, fell in love, got married. Life was good. Even when the Kora'ai first came, he thought nothing of it as he held his firstborn son in his arms. He swore he would never leave his son the same way his father had left him.
It wasn't until the war began that things took a turn for the worse. His mother's health, which had been waning for some time, failed her. And when Parliament Hill burned in what seemed to be a guerrilla strike mere kilometers away from his Ottawa home - as borders mean nothing to a creature who knows nothing of them - Alexander Bridge made the biggest mistake of his life: he enlisted. His skills as an Engineer let him rise considerably more quickly than he would have during peace time, making lieutenant in less than a week. But it all went to hell when they put him in that tank.
The mission was simple; to help the Americans stop or slow the Kora'ai advance. They hadn't been counting on the enemies' weaponry. Mere minutes into the fight, an explosion rocked the armoured vehicle. An electric pulse fried the circuits, rendering it inoperable despite Sandy's best efforts to repair it. The other occupants of the vehicle were quick to make their exit. But whether they stayed would have made no difference when the side of the tank was ripped open by an armour piercing projectile, taking Sandy's chest with it. In the last few moments of his life, Sandy stared at the sun, silently apologizing to whoever would hear that he hadn't kept his promise to his son.
Other: Sandy left behind a loving wife, and growing son; a family that he hopes to be able to see once more when everything is said and done, even in his current condition. He's good with technology, and REALLY loves his toys.