Name: (What is the name of your squad, you can have both official designations and nicknames/alias)
Origins: (Where does your squad hail from in terms of race/nation? You can have multiple people playing the same race/nation as long as the others in that race/nation agree to it)
Emblem/Colors: (Does your squad have a symbol they use or colors they fly?)
Total Size: (How many people, remember, people are going to die so bring people knowing that they might get red shirted. I'd personally suggest something of a platoon-sized squad, any smaller then I'm not sure if it'l work quite as well and any larger will have serious meat shielding in effect)
Culture/Traditions: (What cultural things does your nation/race do that would affect them in this situation?)
Specialization: (What does your nation do best that could help here. Remember it doesn't have to be physical things, having larger numbers or better training also counts. Only use one.)

(incase you don't know, I tend to go overbaord with formatting on ocassion and is wanted for hider abuse.)



Origins:
Holy Ryukyu Imperium

Appearances:


Total Size:
21 (2 squads of 7 soldiers and 3 robots lead by a Lieutenant)

Traditions:
Ryukyuan Code of Honor dictates that swords must be used instead of knives, citing knives as "dishonorable hidden weapons"
AI and AI controlled robots are considered as living as organic beings
Everyone must serve, gender is no excuse for service to the Divine Golden Emperor
The Divine Golden Emperor is God, you are his loyal followers
Die for the Emperor or Die trying

Specialization:
AI

Units:

the Galactic Senate (usually shortened to GS or GalSen) is like the UN, it has many member nations of varying levels of development and technology and races. Although it does do a pretty good job at keeping peace, member nations still do fight each other resulting offenders on both sides being temporarily removed until the conflict has ended.

GalSen is lead by Chairman Charles Crommeld, the first human to take the spot and hopes to prove humanity's worth by doing an exceptional job. Under him is the senate itself which uses a checks and balance system that ensure neither the Chairman nor the Senate itself ever has too much leverage over other. Under the Senate are a variety of ministries which advise and assist in a multitude of fields.

Build many years ago, Station Endymion orbits around Planet Z3-U5 and is considered a monument to the collective efforts of the members of GalSen. It has many wards and levels with facilities that range from everything like manufacturing to entertainment and research to shipbuilding. Its basically a one-stop shop.

At one point it was actually a space elevator but due to both heavy seismic activity on the ground and an astroid, it was saved and continued as a orbiting station that housed millions. While only armed with anti-astroid guns on the exterior, the interior had turrets and robots that supported the ELEA (Endymion Law Enforcement Agency).

A harsh and barren planet, Z3-U5's worth laid in its mineral value and its precursor ruins. Ancient structures dot the planet's landscape and shows signs of a former great civilization which up and vanished. Research posts have been constructed as well as a colony around the base of the former space elevators but have either since been abandoned or have lost contact.

A seasoned ship commanded by Captain Hirisho Wutang, its is a Norico-Class frigate. Norico-class frigates are the standard space warship of the Empire. They are a good balance of speed and strength and are often the test subject for ship-based equipment. Their main gun is a Mass Acceleration Drive which fires a 500-ton shell that is a mix of tungsten and magnetic steel around a ferric core capable of destroying ships of the same class and even some larger classes with ease. The MAD Cannon is assisted by a broadside cannons of both the kinetic and electromagnetic varieties.

Its on board AI, Otomi controls the Ryukyuan drones and can be used to requisition additional forces from on board the ships which have been brought along. Whether they make it there or even show up at all is another story however...

They ALL appear this way. The only difference is that the Commander's suit is red, while his three followers have very light blue coloring.

Name: GalSen Spectre Team G83
Origins: They're just humans, from any walk of life. Generally very shady, hard to get background on any Spectre
Emblem/Colors: They simply have a wolf head and a GalSen insignia over it.
Total Size: 36- 6 for piloting and maintenance, 24 for ship crew and ship guard, and the last 4 being elites meant to operate with the 'happy campers.' Aloof and silent, for the most part, unless you catch them unawares while they're discussing something with someone else.
Culture/Traditions: As far as everyone else is aware, they're blank slates. They stay silent around anyone that isn't GalSen, and only the squad leaders or their commander speaks to anyone.
Specialization: They're complete unknowns- they guard the ship, and the four soldiers going along is the commander, a lieutenant, and two officers, for recording all happenings and the like. Based on their rank and position, however, one would expect them to be elite operatives.

Clock is a load of bullshit! He's a fucking ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE! I'VE SEEN HIS MAINFRAME!

Appearance: As shown at the very top.
Skill: Elite operatives, experienced. Unlikely they could be taken by regular military.
Numbers: 36
Equipment: The ship everyone's on, including its supplies, equipment, and weaponry. Besides that, they're outfitted as if they're gonna blow up the station- the ship itself has a smaller MAC hidden in the bottom. However, no one knows about the tactical nuclear device or the MAC or anything other than the usual rifles, grenade launchers, and flamethrowers.
Description: They're essentially NPCs- none of them will be having any real part of the roleplay.

Appearance: As seen up at the time, except with a light red suit.
Age: 43
Rank/Position/Title: GalSen Team Commander- "Brigadier." He's a somewhat unknown 'hero' that managed to quell a rebellion through the use of crashing a space cruiser into a planet.
Equipment: Advanced armor suit, plus his recoilless handgun, rifle, and several tools on his toolbelt. Knife and grenades; nothing more.
Personality: Gruff; professional. No nonsense; getting to know him is generally considered unwise, based on the fact that everyone around him usually dies.
Bio: A long-time veteran, whose history no one will ever entirely find. "Brigadier," however, is known for crashing a spaceship into a city to quell a powerful rebellion, for nullifying the rise of walkers and mechs with the sparse use of anti-tank mines, and other similarly unique cases.

THREE OF THESE GUYS
Appearance: Same as above; the suit's light blue, instead.
Age: 26, 33, and 34, respectively.
Rank/Position/Title: Lieutenant, Sergeant, Specialist, respectively
Equipment: They all have their suits, their recoilless handguns and rifles, and a variety of tools. Each have knives and grenades; one of them is armed with a larger long-ranged 14.7mm rifle, another with a flamethrower, and another with an automatic shotgun, respectively.
Personality: All three are seen more as robots, and are meaning to be so. Professional, though more understanding and helpful.
Bio: Each have their stories buried so far up their arses that neither story nor buttcheeks will ever be loosed.

A loose coalition of planets with various governmental systems and cultures within its jurisdiction. One thing is clear, typically, is that at least two partners and their allies are at war with each other at any given time. No subtle, cold wars either, but out and out open warfare. Since these are internal wars, the belligerents are not held to the standards of the laws of war, and as such can devolve into chemical, biological, nuclear, and other methods that, should outside parties get involved, could result in the GS organizing full scale peacekeeping efforts and pacifying the totality of the ENPL.

However, this also breeds a society based on survival and warfare, at the cost of all other notable advances. A common outlook among those that deal with the ENPL is that, while their technological levels are par, at best, hiring military advisers and mercenaries that have zero moral problems with engaging in almost any behavior, and will finish a contract once signed, makes ENPL mercenary companies highly sought after. In fact, their most notable export to the GS is in the form of mercenaries and military aid.

As a people, the ENPL are typically your average human, with varying ethnicity and crude mechanical augmentation among wealthier and more militarily successful worlds. On average, they are an equal split between male and female in all aspects of the culture, since gender really means little beyond who is giving birth in a relationship. Military is even more so, and half of the military command are female, which creates interesting situations when operating with patriarchal, and matriarchal, societies that operate male or female dominated military organizations They also don't care about species or race, so long as the forces in question do their jobs.

Name: 122nd ENPL Security Regiment | 1st Platoon Detachment "The Rangers"

Origins: The 122nd Rangers recruit from the shattered remains of warzones, taking the surviving veterans for the sole fact they survived, refining each of them into high quality forces. While not being abnormally well armed, specifically trained, or any other notable measurement in training, the Rangers are feared amongst most territorial forces within the ENPL. They operate independent of any individual world, answering only to the ENPL Board of Command.

Emblem/Colors: Each Ranger only has two insignia. One on their left shoulder, the Coat of Arms of their home world of choice, which varies as much as the individual Ranger. The other is the flag of the ENPL emblazoned over their heart, on top of their chest plate. The ENPL flag is a backdrop of numerous planets around a single super station, with the ENPL name emblazoned across in a superimposed font. The backdrop is white, and each planet is a different color representing the surviving member planets.

Total Size: 31 Rangers (10 man Sections, 8 Regulators each led by a senior most Sergeant and supporting Corporal, Plus Detachment CO)

Culture/Traditions: 122nd Members will squabble and bicker among themselves in a friendly manner, and often times do not maintain what most would consider formal military bearing. And how they love to flaunt that towards allied regiments that operate on tight, formal tradition and militarism.

Specialization: There isn't a man or woman among the Rangers that isn't a veteran of at least several wars. Being a rookie only means years with the regiment, and has no bearing on their skill. Their specialty, in short, is providing veteran, blooded soldiers that know precisely what they are doing in a war zone.

Appearance: Armor (Ignore Flags); Species (Politician, Not Soldier)
Skill: They are expertly trained and conditioned, possessing an abnormal stamina and determination.
Numbers: 10
Equipment:

• Exceptional Powered Armor (Pictured)
• Railgun (4) (Pictured)
• Electromagnetic LMG (1)
• Vibro Sword (Pictured)
• Rations/Ammunition

Description:

Appearance: Shorter and thinner than the Zotëria. They wear lighter ceramic armor, and are fitted with a mechanical exoskeleton that has yellow markings.
Skill: They are expertly trained in their field (Engineering), but not as physically or psychologically conditioned as the Zotëria.
Numbers: 1
Equipment:

• Maintenance-Specialized Exosuit
• Ammunition Synthesizer
• Specialized Replacement Parts
• Electromagnetic Sidearm & Knife
• Deployable Mantlet
• Rations

Description:

Appearance: Shorter and thinner than the Zotëria. They wear lighter ceramic armor, and are fitted with a mechanical exoskeleton that has white markings.
Skill: They are expertly trained in their field (Medicine), but not as physically or psychologically conditioned as the Zotëria.
Numbers: 1
Equipment:

• Medical Exosuit
• Medical Supplies/Nanobots
• Electromagnetic Sidearm & Knife
• Rations/Ammunition

Description:

Name: Zotëria Krenari
Appearance:
Age: 48
Rank/Position/Title: He is the Zyrtar in charge of Zellshëm's escort.
Equipment:
Personality:
Bio:

Name: Zellshëm Heshtur (Against GS Recommendations)
Appearance: Armored
Age: 1,164 (Religious); 70 (Physical)
Rank/Position/Title: Perëndi, one of the over five hundred "Gods" who make up the Vatani government.
Equipment:

• Qiellor "Divinity" Armor: It is tapped into his vitals and can deploy nanobots for healing, or violently self-destruct in the case of his death.
• Particle Lance: A mobile particle beam weapon.

Personality: Imperious, supremely confident, and shrewd.
Bio: According to Vatani scripture, Zellshëm was one of the Kryesor who stood at the right hand of the Perendor during the War of Ascendancy, the culmination of which led to the apotheosis of his closest staff. The divinity of the Perëndi has been sufficiently "demonstrated" to persuade the Vatani people, but most of the galaxy recognizes them for what they are, which has fueled their isolationism. Zellshëm has a position on the Senate solely for the purpose of keeping them away from his world, and is known to recuse himself from most senate decisions unless they give him an opportunity for excitement.

Names:

1st Squad- Raider
2nd Squad- Warrior
3rd Squad- Tracker
4th Squad- Reaper
5th Squad- Marauder
6th Squad- Hunter

Origins: Human Soldiers in the 7th Recon Platoon are handpicked warriors from a classified jungle planet, where most organisms have evolved into superior predators. They already have the capability to survive the planet, and to move through the dense jungle environment. They are almost perfect scouts. Their training within the military gives them specialised gun training, making them proficient in SMG's, Marksmen Rifles, and Snipers. However, there is a strong brotherhood among the men, as they are all from the same planet. How the humans got there is unknown, but it's population's harsh way of life is now all they've ever known. Under the military training provided by GalSen, the soldiers make a magical transformation from almost medieval warriors to scarily efficient scouts.

Emblem/Colors:

Total Size: The Platoon is 30 men strong, each divided into six five-man squads.

Culture/Traditions: Every warrior has a bone charm necklace. The necklace is simply a piece of string with one small animal skull of that soldier's choice. It is tradition that, when a warrior falls, their necklace is to be returned home and hung over the Tree of Afterlife. They are also not allowed to abandon a member unless the squad commander says so. This is to ensure their necklace is collected.

Specialization: The 7th Scout Regiment's soldiers have all individually been trained in the art of stealth and movement. Hiding in vents or clambering down elevator shafts with finesse is not uncommon amongst the men. Stealth is an essential skill to being a scout.

Emblem: They fly the Deminutian flag: A dark purple background with silver/light gray stylized circuitry patterns covering it, with the central device of a silver/light gray crown of laurels.
Colors: The colors associated with them are royal purple, silver, and black.
Total Size: Seventy soldiers. Only ten really useful bodies, however (This will be explained later on, and yes, I have gotten Clock’s approval on my number of soldiers.)
Culture/Traditions: Deminutians are very pacifistic; they do not like to fight, and they do not like to use force unless it is absolutely necessary. But when they do, they try their hardest to end their enemy so that they don’t need to fight again.
Specialization: Deminutians are quite cunning and clever and known for thinking outside the box. Their homeworld is surprisingly rich in resources for a dwarf planet and they've made the most of them.