Currently recruiting two players to replace dropouts in a very active and fun RP. Preferably, applicants like to collaborate and work together to write a good story. You don't have to be Mr./Ms. awesome military, we have people that can answer any and all questions. What we want is some good players to replace the good players we, unfortunately lost.
French Foreign Legionnaire, present day.
- Two characters, preferably ex-military and currently employed with the PMC (which got abducted into space to fight a war for alien employers)
- Open positions are for Squad Leader, Fireteam A's Leader and Fireteam B's Grenadier. We'll be offing the inactive characters currently occupying the position. Your characters will be replacements (fun.) Either that or the current characters will be joining a new squad. (Even more fun.)
- We have enough women characters and Middle Easterners (Israeli or Arab), no one from Asia (including Australia/New Zealand) or the UK.
- Currents Story: The squad has engaged a unit of Salvesh on the moon Saina (nickname: Sauna) and have since shifted focus to defending underground rails from infiltration by Salvesh forces.
- Science Fiction Setting
- Humans sign up for a war with Jihadi insurgents in in the Pissditch Post-Soviet Islamic Republic of Kerblackistan and wind up on fighting Oh God, Fucking Aliens on Planet Mungo instead.
- Starts out with modern technology and moves into more alien tech as the RP progresses
- Characters are mercenaries that signed onto a newly-formed PMC called Centurion Strategic Services; the client is assumed to be a foreign entity.
- Client is actually an alien species that needs someone who can fight the wars for them.
- Moral decisions abound when the humans realize how much say they actually have in this conflict -- it won't be apparent at first, but they're important.
- Advanced Standards.
In Character Info:The Grathik race find themselves embattled on many different sides over a dispute regarding natural resource mining in a sector of space with more than one claimant to ownership; when they tried to use force to back up their claim, the injured party called in their allies-- it was the excuse they needed to start a war.
The war hasn't gone well for the Grathik, who are gastropods of limited mobility in anything but murky water; their planet is primarily a marsh and swamp, terraformed that way through centuries of patient planetary engineering. At first, their physiological and psychological limitations didn't matter, their enemy, the Plashi and the L'thraa were also not terribly adept at fighting...for a time, the Grathik held the upper hand, despite the superior numbers and interstellar standing of their enemies, due to their superior scientific prowess, but now the tables have changed as the L'thraa hire a fourth race, the Salvesh, who are well known insterstellar mercenaries, a race that has made a living as cannon fodder due to their breeding and strength.
They have tried many different options for fighting the war, but find that while they can manage space warfare in their own ships, they have difficulty fighting terrestrial engagements and boarding actions themselves; they tried robots, but found that the programming left something to be desired, particularly as the robots required a lot of supervision and the Grathik found themselves being outmaneuvered once more.
The Grathik, desperate for a solution, start to consider the various species that offer their services for sale, trying to figure out who would be the best defense against their enemies. That is when Jarlath Ilsalithi, the most brilliant of all the Grathik anthropologists, suggests a true roll of the dice, a backward race, but renowned for the viciousness of their infighting and paradoxical ability to work together, their aggressiveness and their rugged adaptability. He makes a convincing argument after showing footage to the Council of Intelligentsia, meritocratic ruling body of their species, of this species' wars with itself, detailing the rather rapid evolution of their warfare, demonstrating their most desirable attributes; adaptability and aggression.
Jarlath Ilsalithi's proposal was, at first, met with outrage and ethical concerns, but slowly gained traction as further studies bore him out. They were also for sale, relatively cheaply, compared to the interstellar would-be allies who wanted to swallow up the Grathik as a protectorate in their own empires.
But eventually, the need for a solution wins out and the Grathik decide to roll the dice on this obscure species; Humanity.
And so they make slow, determined contact on Earth, finding the right sort of people to front an organization, to hire their mercenaries...Out of Character Info:The characters don't know what they're buying into here. They do not know, nor do the governments or most anyone else on Earth, that there has been contact with a sentient extraterrestrial species. The guys that do know are the top guys in the company, and they aren't talking.
Centurion is offering exorbitant amounts of money for the top talent; guys are taking early retirement, declining to re-enlist or are leaving their old companies in order to join Centurion; while Centurion is willing to train newcomers with the right physical talent, they are selective. Records are examined and people are psychologically screened. They turn down people in the weeding out process, a basic training modeled on some of the toughest types in the world, and then further turn down people who can't cut it through what amounts to the United States Army Ranger School. Those that don't make it are paid for their time and sent on their way, those that do make it are signed on with a permanent and very binding contract; they're in, for at least a decade.
The tech level starts out modern, with modern equipment and weaponry, and the characters are routed through French Guyana or a similar place (it has both a training ground and space launch facilities) and then are taken into space. Under the pretext of starting a course of anti-malarial drugs, they are given hibernation drugs for their deployment and wake up to find themselves in space and preparing to fight the enemy...but not an alien species, not each other this time.
The Grathik arm their mercenaries well, at first adapting existing human equipment with their technology to make them competitive while developing new weapons specific to the capabilities of humanity. The humans are reassured that they stand to make a lot of money in this endeavor, that they will be compensated with enough money to make them extremely rich back home, enough to make them players rather than pawns on their planet.
It's a sweet deal, right?
There is a twist. There always is.