Rules

1. No killing a player with out the other player's permission
2. Wait at least 2 posts before posting again.
3. Please post fairly regularly
4. Have fun ^-^

Time period/Setting

The time period is a very futuristic time period, spaces ships are the something very commonly found along with energy based weapons and hover cars. Over the years the continents have drifted together once again to for Pangaea. This has helped the government maintain peace and balance through out the country of Fantasia, until the rebels appeared of course. the story will take place all over the country but mainly in the Capital city of Rush. Conflict will Be found Normal no matter what group you are in, rebel or government so keep that in mind, also be ready for a fight at any moment. You'll never know what is hiding in the shadows.

where you will be starting
The rebels will be staring entering the capital city of Rush unnoticed. A group of 7 are in the sewers ready to go up the ladder leading to the light of day. Once They know it is safe they will lead their brothers and sisters inside. Abigail is leading the team. (Note this is only for the very first players. New players will need to see where the other characters are and go from there)

The government characters will be starting in the capital building where the King is making a speech on how putting down the rebel is important. Once dismissed Lt. Jason will be brought over to guard the City gates. (Note this is only for the very first players. New players will need to see where the other characters are and go from there)

Answers to questions

Note: Answers to questions you may have will be posted here or in the OOC.
1.The rebels are one big group named The run aways their main base in at the very bottom of the country in the city of Slick Stone.

REBELS

The Light from the torches shinned and bounced off the sewer walls. The everybody was waiting for Abigail's word to climb up the rusty ladder to the streets above. the group fiddled with different objects, such as knives, phones and the're weapons. Some carved very fancy designs on pieces of wood, others made markings on the wall. The group was bored out of their mind. Sometimes members of the 7 man group would shoot glares at Aria and Lysero, like they wanted Abigail"s Right hand men to step up and say something about the slow pace they were going.

GOVERNMENT

After the long ongoing speech from the king Lt. Tailor And one of the head watch men from the P.K.F, Ava, went up to the walls surrounding the city. Their jobs were to watch the gates. It seemed like a normal day. The birds were chirping, kids playing, cars zipping around. But, all went silent very suddenly. It was odd, very odd. Hoping to see what was going on one of the other watch men looked through his shining steel Telescope. He saw nothing, He looked once again, gasping and handing the telescope to Lt. Tailor and Ava. But, they didn't need to use the telescope to see what was happening. Men were camped at the edge of the about 200 Miles from the city walls. Their flags raised the rebel symbol.

Tailor smirked as he handed the eyeglass back to Ava. "Things are getting interesting. Guess that speech wasn't just a pep rally after all." He said, twisting his head to look over the city and back to the palace. "When do you think they'll attack?" Asked Ava who continued to stare out at the camp. "When the gate opens." Tailor's reply was met with a quick burst of laughter from the head guard. "They'll have a long wait ahead of them then, we can just seal the gate and move supplies in by the sky." Tailor shook his head. "I've seen this before, they've probably got people inside waiting the city who will open the gate when they get the chance." Ava gasped and spun her head around to glare at the man. "You're not serious are you Tailor? How could they do that?" Bringing a hand up to rub his chin the officer thought for a little while. "Run a background check on each of the gate guards and step up the frequency and intensity of ID checks. Stop and search anyone suspicious passing through the public sectors." With a quick nod and salute Ava turned to put the defences in place. "Oh and one more thing Ava, while I'm working its not Tailor it's Justice." The two parted ways and Tailor headed for his private hover car, intending to travel to the archives.

Ava simply mumbled to herself as Tailor left. "Ahh sorry then, go fuck yourself Justice". She turned once again and looked out over the scene in front of her. "Speaking of airlifting supplies.... What the fuck are we talking about!? What is this, the middle ages? Just carpet bomb those bastards since they were nice enough to mark their position with the most obvious thing ever. And what the hell was the main arm forces of the PFK doing with their time? How the hell are we just now noticing a fucking encampment Like.... We have space ships! Call in orbital weapons... or something! The only reason we build the walls is for managing the population more effectively, not "withstanding a siege" or some bullshit. That's it, I'm gonna get air support on the horn and tell them I got a juicy target for them." Ava stormed over to the near by communications station and got onto a secure channel. "Yes, this is Agent Ravier, callsign KA 2-8, I'm requesting air support on confirmed rebel targets.... Mark them? Buddy, they're literally in some big encampment outside of the capital, you would have a harder time spotting the city itself they're that obvious......No, I don't know how the fucking got here unnoticed, but they've now made their freakin presence known so roll out the god damn welcome mat and bomb their asses." with that she hung up and walked up back to the wall, pulling out her range-finders. Using the digital binoculars, she marked their position for the incoming aircraft and decided stick around to watch the incoming fireworks. "Either this the worst half ass attack on any city in history or they got something else up their sleeves." she mumbled to herself, watching the missiles come it.

Sorry for the short post. I'm trying to keep this thing from dying.
"Ugh"! Tyrant yelled out. His yell echoed though the sewers a ways before finally silence again. "Abigail! We need to get going and open the gate. They're sitting ducks waiting to be slaughtered out there. If you don't start to take action then I will. Because, this is just pure stupidity." The other rebels looked at Tyrant as he yelled at Abigail from across the small hallway. They began to nod and clap in approval. They just wanted some action, they wanted a good fight, they wanted to help their people and make sure they didn't die. Tyrant and the other members of the group waited for Abigail's repose in silence for a while until she finally stood up and began to speak...

"Abigail! We need to get going and open the gate. They're sitting ducks waiting to be slaughtered out there. If you don't start to take action then I will. Because, this is just pure stupidity."

Wow.

Guts.

Something she didn't expect. I mean, she may be a vandal, she may be a rude piece of shit, but she fucking KNOWS not to just rush out there. I mean, if she wants her life. Which she does. These fucking pieces of shit obviously don't know what they're up against. So, she laughed slightly.

"You guys are idiotic. Do you know what we're up against? Do you? We're up against the government. Do you uneducated fucks know what the government has? They have spaceships and shit we can only dream about having lots of. They are heavily armed, with lots more technology. I mean, they aren't sitting ducks, they're almost like fucking fighting robot ducks."

She tried to explain. She wasn't surprised if they didn't listen, because they were intent on fighting. "We can't fight the government head-on, realistically. We need to attack from the sides, things like that. Not go charging out, Tyrant."

Why. Why can't people realize that we need to have tactics. We need to be smart. Something that these guys obviously can't grasp. If they listened to Tyrant, they'd probably get gunned down.

Tailor swaggered along the wall's edge, continuing to glance out over the city, soon he came to his private car waiting for him, the A.I pilot automatically opening the doors and greeting him with a pleasant. "Good day Justice." It chimed as he climbed into the luxurious interior, he flicked the comm systems on and patched himself into Ava's call for support which was automatically flagged up by the onboard computers. "Sorry to butt in," He wasn't. "but do you really think carpet bombing a shanty town full of political activists is a good idea? We'd only be creating martyrs and probably only send more of our people over to them. Now then, why don't we put our heads together and think about how they're planning to break in? Unless they're not in already that is." He leant back in his seat and called up a map of the city, all the various routes in and out we're highlighted red. "Assuming they have at least one brain cell between them the rebels aren't going through our gates, too many guards and too many security checks. What other possibilities are there, any ideas Ava?" The condescension was clear in the tone of his voice, as was the slight enjoyment he was getting out of solving the puzzle.

From her position beside Abigail, Aria watched the group as they progressed. It was strange, their eagerness to rush into battle, after all, there was a reason they were in the sewers in the first place. She checked over her gear once again, thankful that Abigail answered so she didn't have to, and found it satisfactory. A good old ballistic rifle, complemented with railgun technology to propel bigger bullets faster than old rifles. This weapon was stowed in her backpack, thanks to its folding stock, along with its supply of ammunition. The group had some caches throughout the city so, if she did run out of rounds, there were always more. Next up was the Armatech Mk. 7 Laser pistol, stuffed into her jacket. It ran on solar power cells, but she carried plenty of spares within the jacket on the off-chance she was cut off from the sun for awhile. Then there was the pair of mono-knifes on her belt. They were sharpened on a molecular level, so they could cut through much more than a traditional knife. Indeed, the only reason they were able to be sheathed was by this specially designed sheathe. The amount of work required to make even this small sheathe was massive, so making armor with the same protection was simply not worth it, as it'd inevitably just be pierced by lasers, but for a pair of sheathes it had been worth it.

Tyrant did make a point however, their comrades would get orbitally bombed or faced with some similar fate. That said, she also knew it wouldn't be easy to open the gates with this many people. She leaned in closer to Abigail, whispering "Um..Abigail, I can open the gate myself if you'd like. You know I'm great at sneaking around, and I can defend the switch while our people come in too, that way you guys can do something else to help." Abigail was the mission leader, so in the end the call was up to her, but this plan made sense to Aria. After all, one person is less suspicious anyway, especially when that one person is never spotted.

Tyrant watched Aria whisper something to Abigail. Abigail waited a little bit, thought and then nodded. Aria went up the rusty ladder and vanished. Tyrant wondered what was going on but didn't question it knowing if he did Abigail would probably knock him out or break his arm are something. Abigail frightened Tyrant and he knew not to fuck with her. It's just he wanted to get out of this hole and help his friends battle. They were the rouges, behind enemy lines, they could ruin anything for the enemy and that would put them and their fellow Run aways at an advantage. Always being at an advantage was good, it meant you have what ever you are trying to accomplish closer to you then the other person or team, and that's what Tyrant liked. He liked being in the lead. Now he was waiting for Abigail to give new orders.