To Kill With a Borrowed Knife

[OlNoSoul]

Since the late 1900s did humanity have dreams of piercing the heavens to lay their gaze on what was beyond. We took small steps at first, eventually finding ourselves on the moon but, alas, our steps were uneven and our legs like that of a child, learning to walk. More time was given to science and its dreamers after the financial crises and the War in the Middle East had more or less subsided. Decades past and we were finally going to make something of our dreams and aspirations. Humanity seemed to drop their weapons as we had finally finished terraforming Mars and the construction of the colony was completed. It was a truly beautiful thing to watch the SS Carl Sagan and the SS Stephen Hawking slip forth into the black, Earth's first colonizers in its metal cradle. Sadly, it was not long before the first weaponised craft were developed, responding to the needs of the people as we spread through to nearby solar systems. Piracy became commonplace and it seemed that the 1600s were repeating themselves.

With the growth of humanity and their ingenuity it was only a matter of time until our species were contacted by the Galactic peacekeeping organization, the League of Sentient and Civilized Worlds and inducted into their ranks as an honorary member. Should we want full membership as a species we knew we had to unify under one common human motive and in our current state we could not do this. We were already engulfed in a small arms race with our fellow human factions and had we not been contacted it was ruled by the Committee of Human Welfare that we would die in war by 2320.

Soon, the different factions that rose out of the colonies had to be addressed lest there be war. Each faction had been building their military and arsenal, in turn prompting the others to do the same. It seemed that to talk softly but carry a big stick had the fatal flaw of everyone wanting a bigger stick than the next. Not wanting a Cold War of far Graver proportions the different factions agreed to a treaty. The leaders of the European Union, Trans-American Republics, and the Asian Confederacy agreed to meet on the Mars Colony, the same place Humans had taken their first steps into galactic maturity to once again prove to themselves that same maturity.

On that fateful morning, August 3, 2300, the unimaginable happened. News reports spread to every colony of what had happened, that numerous explosions had gone off in the Judicial and Business Sectors of the Mars Colony and in the explosions the leaders were killed. It didn't take much investigation to know that the explosions were meant to take out the heads of corporations and the leaders of government but no organization, known or unknown had taken responsibility. Until October 1 we waited until a single letter written on paper was received by every government with the simple words "Non Serviam." With no leads but a single piece of paper in the uneasy weeks after the Tragedy of Mars the different Human governments came together once more, meeting in an undisclosed location to discuss their next move.

What came of this was a simple plan. The Human governments would offer a large sum in the currency of the being's choice should they agree to the task of joining the task force formed solely for hunting down the organization responsible for the Tragedy of Mars. It was a simple plan but the best one they could muster. Having soldiers that were tied to no flag was their best option instead of skulking through the galaxy. These individuals could act with impunity in the face of the uneasiness of 2300, they could go anywhere, remain faceless. They were given their task and told to make their way to the certain coordinates of Station 110-2 on the fringe of known space. What takes place after that is up to them, the fate of Humanity is within their hands, for the cold breath of war is felt on their necks.

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Mercenary Dossier-

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Age:

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Thank you for filling out this application, please report to the designated meeting area upon confirmation of acceptance to the team.

[CommunistZed]

What do I do?
For EVIL, of course.

[OlNoSoul]

Well, fill out the character sheet and post it up. I'll bump the IntChk every now and then, maybe send a few PMs.

[Feanor]

Well I too was gonna gun for a bad guy position. Is there multiple baddie positions open or should I go for a good guy?

[OlNoSoul]

You could totally go for a bad guy position.

[Feanor]

Mercenary Dossier-

Name: Velos Stark.

Age: Mid thirties.

Species: Human.

Prior Work: Freelance contractor, Velos is a wanted man in twelve systems due to his efficacy and brutality. Known to some as the Butcher of Dainsleif Station, for his actions on the Dainsleif Research and Exploratory station on Titan. He was hired by the Mistileinn Methane Drilling corporation to steal a prototype drill head and if possible inhibit the Dainsleif drilling operation. The executive at Mistileinn who contacted Mr. Stark failed to mention that this was to be a covert operation. Stark hunted down and killed every scientist on the station thus inhibiting their progress. When Mistileinn found out about it they severed all connections to Mr. Stark and tried to have Stark himself killed to cover up the story.
A week later Stark walked into the conference room of Mistileinn Corp with his would be assassin's head, which he tossed upon the table and demanded his fee plus damages.
Within a few minutes Stark had left the building with a credchit valued at three million credits. As he got onto his personal aerospeeder he flipped a switch on the remote he had in his pocket with a gleeful laugh.
He had packed his assassin's skull with white phosphorus and explosive charges.
Stark has yet to be seen again in Sol system.

Personality Profile: Sadistic and theatrical. Fond of marking his work with tableaus and such. He will stop at nothing to complete a contract and ever since the Mistileinn incident no one has dared re neg on payment. Has been known to go out of his way to assist strangers for no reason, also has been known to go out of his way to kill someone who displeases him.

Physical Appearance: Six feet tall, 190lbs, clean shaven and bald, slate grey eyes, jagged scar along his right jaw.

Typical Clothing/Equipment: Jean pants, grey shirt, black molle style vest with multiple pouches filled with various tools of the trade, hacking tools for bypassing security systems, explosives, etc. Has healing factor chestplate and greaves and a wrist mounted holopad.

Weaponry: Heavily customized Ascalon-class rail gun. Fires one tungsten-carbide round with nonmagnetic aluminum sabot every 2.5 seconds. Round is merely an aerodynamic piece of metal accelerated to 1/16th the speed of light. Will fire through most non constant kinetic barriers before the shield can be activated by the kinetic sensors and can punch through quite heavy armor. The downsides being slow rate of fire and the weapon is quite bulky and heavy. Also carries an antique straight razor for more close up work and a back up pistol with built in silencer for when stealth is needed.


Lemme know what needs changing.

[OlNoSoul]

The one thing about armor in the future is that leaps have been made in the field of war and waging it. The armor used by typical first-class militaries (and anyone else who can afford) uses a very sophisticated self-repairing process to "heal" itself from trauma. Overwhelming amounts of rounds or large enough rounds will penetrate and render the armor useless.

[Feanor]

Mmk, so what about kinetic barriers or other more energy based styles of shielding? I mean, that railgun would basically have been designed to punch through the kind of armor you are talking about.