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Fallout: Into the Storm

Awesome, feel free to work out some character concepts, I've got work on the weekends so the OOC and my own character will be slightly delayed. I'm hoping to get the OOC up after my shift tonight, as I plan to rework a few things with the character sheet and how I want the equipment lists to be detailed out. Just know that the character sheet above is not final and may be changed in the next 12-16 hours.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Still plenty of room, just working out the OOC in my free time and setting things up.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Okay, I think we've got enough people to get started on things, so later tonight I'll be putting together the full OOC along with some explanations on how things will work with the RP going forward. There's a character sheet up in the first post, but don't get too carried away with it yet, as there's a few things I want to detail out with the skills and equipment specifically. Can say that we won't be going with a hardcore inventory management system, so you won't starve to death just because you forgot to actually put food in your CS.

Now, for the big thing regarding how the characters got to the Necropolis and why. Everyone would have been contacted at some point recently by a person going as "Pariah" and offered not just a decent payout of caps for entering into the dead city, but also a share of the potential loot. From there, your own character's reasons for coming along are up to you.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Glorious. I do prefer going with the rag tag group of mercs/raiders to be honest, as it kind of feels a little more well-suited towards group play. Also allows much greater diversity in available equipment and what can actually be done once inside the Necropolis.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Flashes of radioactive light danced across the darkened skies, day turning to night the closer one got to the ruined city just beyond. Like the bones of a long dead animal, the buildings that once teemed with life stood despite their ravaged frames. Each was scored and blasted open from the multiple strikes that hit the region in close proximity and bathed it in nuclear fire. For nearly a hundred miles in every direction there was nothing but blasted hellscape, the suburbs eroding into desolate warrens of ghouls, super mutants and those few raiders crazy or desperate enough to scratch out a living within. Closer though, the wall loomed. It was the only thing keeping the barely livable outskirts of New York City apart from what everyone simply called "The Necropolis". Few remember when or why it was built, only that it keeps them safe from what lurks within, and that to venture inside is death.

Yet still there are those who dare. Raider gangs across the Eastern Coast make the journey with slaves in tow, or arm themselves up to the teeth to enter themselves all in the name of what may or may not be hidden within the city proper. Upon witnessing the perpetual radiation storm that lingers, most turn back unwilling to face the increasing radiation as one gets closer and closer to the wall itself. Some decide to settle the region, joining the other "Dead-landers" who sank into despair and now fight out a meager survival in their final days. Then there's those truly determined few. Those who either have nothing left to lose, have sank too far into their greed, or are too arrogant to believe the tales. To them, it matters nothing of the deadly radiation soaking the entire city, the still live ordnance embedded in the sides of buildings, or of the shadows lurking around every corner, only revealed with the flash of lightning. A promise of undisturbed treasures draws them into the Necropolis, of technologies waiting within sealed vaults and of course the city's own vault deep beneath the surface.

Despite that no one has ever entered into the storm and returned, hundreds do so every year in the hopes that they may be the one who survives. All the while, the echoes of the Great War linger across the wasteland…

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So, this is essentially the background on my idea for an RP set in the Fallout universe, one that I've been thinking on ever since making the first foray into Fallout4's Glowing Sea. Something about taking on an entire urban environment in such a harsh and unforgiving landscape appealed to me, and now with a bit of a resurgence in interest in the franchise, I thought I would finally give it a try. For now, that's what I've got with the RP, as I want to leave a few things up to my potential playerbase. What you should know is this, as the above and the following will not change. Into The Storm will involve a group of players venturing into the Necropolis in the name of seeking out potential treasures and braving the threats within. It will be a deadly and testing environment, where at all times except in safe zones, everyone will be wearing some kind of radiation suit.

Beyond that and the main plot for the RP, I am currently undecided on a number of things. First and foremost is how far I want to push the survival aspect. Obviously, this can go anywhere from a basic attention to it, to having long and detailed inventories for every player, and punishing people for the slightest lapse in attention. Personally, I prefer something a little closer to the middle, as I find that not everyone really enjoys such a hardcore experience, but again, that's up to popular vote. Secondly is exactly what the group should be composed of. I've got two different lines I can work with here, one being exactly as described above, a rag-tag group of mercs, raiders, desperate wastelanders, synths, ghouls, misguided vault-dwellers and even perhaps a super-mutant if I really like the concept behind them. The other option, would be a group of Brotherhood of Steel knights sent into the Necropolis on a mission to recover technology. Now, I've got some pretty neat ideas with both, and some shenanigans planned either way, but what I want to know are these three things:

Interested? Level of Survival detail preferred? BoS or diverse party?

Sidenote for that last one, is that I am open to BoS characters in the party in case the latter is chosen, but under about the same guidelines as accepting a supermutant into the party.

Of course, I'm open to any questions or concerns on the RP, whether it be on the setting itself or potential characters. Leaving them here in the thread is preferable so as to involve the group and drive discussion, but my PM box is also open.

Character Sheet

((Picture of character if available))
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Faction:(Not really the best term for it, but this is for what group your character is from. Things like if they are just a wasteland settler, a raider, perhaps a Minuteman who is really lost or what have you.)

Physical Appearance:
Psychological profile:
Short History:(Include here a bit on your character's origins, what group they are from, and how they ended up in the Deadlands.)
Skills:
Equipment:

From Stardust, to Stardust: The Return(Sci-Fi Fantasy)(Always Accepting)

New Jordun Inner-Territory System
Synchronous Reconnaissance Fleet, Stellar Orbit

A gently flowing stream, the current steady as it wove through the digital architecture of a synthetic mind, the liquid was her memories pooling from a single source deep within. Each flash signaled a new moment recorded and joining into an empty reservoir. Cytherea had been roaming both physically and mentally, while she paced across the circular space of her vessel her mind raced. Everything essential had been provided for her, not just in the required sustenance in order to keep her body powered and at peak efficiency, but also a sense of purpose and authority that allowed her focus to be sharpened to a point. Yet… Something itched within her that made her yearn for more.

That was what drove her now as she waited for the Taybusan response, and it only helped that her thought processes functioned at the same speed as any other construct within the Synchronicity. Perks of a fully synthetic brain and numerous Ceron bonds throughout her body. It allowed her to multitask on a level that had her fragmented across the fleet monitoring everything they took in, as well as the movements of other vessels in system, keep her body moving, and partake in the distractions of cerebral wandering. She was beginning to grow frustrated though. In her explorations of her constructed consciousness, she found at first nothing. Everything looked as a freshly implanted mind should, clean and ready to imprint new stores of data… Yet it was too clean. To the point at which it looked very much like her mind had been scrubbed after a hard wipe.

Such a troubling thought led her to change tactic. Where before she simply executed broad sweeps to see what could be found, now as she perused the endless synapses she picked and pulled at every one. Eventually she found a stitch, fine and elegant in construction and meant to blend into her mindscape flawlessly. If she hadn't have been looking so closely she would have missed it, but now she had her fingers on it and knew what to look for. With a gentle pull she unlaced it and coaxed authority codes into the breach, ensuring that she wouldn't damage her mind. What she found left her briefly stunned, snapping back all of her fragmented selves into her body once more as she fell forward and hit the metal of the deck plate.

Memories flowed into her consciousness, sealed away by the stitch but now free to rejoin the rest of her. Conversation with another construct, simple and unassuming. She was asking of the progress of something, though her entry into that memory came after the main subject of it was brought up. It was important though, she could feel it. Not to Ba'al, but to her. More events flashed by, to the point where she had to pull back to the physical and catch her breath. Cytherea found herself gasping for air on her back, fingers spasming from nerve clusters firing out of control and a constant chiming from the nearby console. Without her connection to the manifold, she had to regain control of herself first, steadily finding her footing once more before standing before the display and seeing the presence of the Taybusan all around her fleet.

While she had been distracted they had moved in, responding quickly for organics and taking up a defensive stance. Energy signatures flickered all across their vessels, her eyes darting as she took in carefully the readouts. They were certainly ready to respond with hostility, and a surge of chemicals in her body made her react with a shuddering gasp. She felt the urge to respond in kind, nearly sending the command but backing down with a clenched fist. "Combat reaction." Cytherea spoke aloud, recognizing what it was and chuckling a little at this revelation. "Adrenaline spike and reflexive boosters. Additional shunts prepared in six locations ready to pulse as needed and increased regenerative ability… What kind of negotiating are you intending, precept?"

Such questions would have to be answered later, for now she dismissed the combat stance her body had adapted, issuing out authority codes to stand down and looking over the message she had been sent in response. It was close to what she was expecting, as it seemed clear her fleet had dropped into a relatively populated region of their space, at least more so than would be thought of a fringe world. Moreso, it seemed some errors had been made in translation, so she pulled more and cross-checked them with the provided message. Instructions were sent out to the fleet, and they began to move slowly and deliberately. Cytherea meanwhile provided information to the Taybusan on what her ships were doing, making it clear she was here to engage in nonviolent diplomacy.

"Aurcept Cytherea of the Synchronicity to Taybusan command. Be advised that my fleet is now dispersing. One-way gateway is being opened in order to transit military assets out of system. Once complete, please advise on proper landing site."

Synchronicity Fleet to Taybusan Commonwealth

It was short and to the point, but at least this way she wouldn't have to be concerned with how accurate the translation was. The moment the received indicator lit upon the console, she gave the command and a dozen vessels broke free of formation, coming together into a ring not too far from the fleet. A discharge of energy pulsed from each of them across the surface area of the combined ships, a gateway forming at the center of the circle and becoming stable within seconds. Without waiting the larger ships entered, and soon the rest of the fleet followed until only the gateships and Cytherea's personal vessel remained. At her command, they also left, keeping the gateway up long enough to leave and letting it snap shut behind them.

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OOC: Dropping mention for @OfWindAndRain, Apologies for taking a bit on it.

From Stardust, to Stardust: The Return(Sci-Fi Fantasy)(Always Accepting)

Checking in here, there's still a few people who have yet to post. Are we still in it, or have people given up already?

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

Electricity flickered in her eyes as she stared up into the skies, following the battle raging between the two. It would have been far more convenient to be doing this closer to the ground, but they would make do with their current plan of action. Velocity made her way over to Tank, hopping up to crouch in his palm, giving him a steady nod when ready. All of the tension of the moment felt like it was building as she prepared herself and waited, hearing familiar words from Emerald Knight at her side, and knowing that he would catch her. Time slowed for her as she began to move backwards, Tank pulling back and starting the throw. Her fists clenched tight and she pressed her foot into his palm to launch off of him, finally rocketing into the air as the toss completed.

Air rushed by her, the ground leaving swiftly and the skies darkening as she went higher and higher. Each second brought her closer and closer, soon able to bound off the falling debris as the two women crashed through satellites in their titanic brawl. It was enough to get her started, flashes of light forming in the skies to signal her race towards Eris and Lady Arcana. Soon those flashes shifted into a more circular shape, only helped by Emerald Knight's assistance once the ring was formed. Speedforce energy lashed outwards from her speed, a sonic boom forming the moment she broke the sound barrier, but still she wasn't done. Only the crack of reality being torn open slowed her just slightly, a hole forming between dimensions and the shimmering gateway of a breach forming in the center of that ring. She just hoped it was going where she wanted, and that it would be enough to keep Eris contained.

"Arcana, it's Velocity. I got you one hoop in the sky, so how about you slam-dunk that witch into another dimension and finish this?"

From Stardust, to Stardust: The Return(Sci-Fi Fantasy)(Always Accepting)

Dark Space
Unregistered station within the Synchronicity's Second Sphere

It was cold. The feeling did not sit right with the construct, most notably for the fact that it could not locate its temperature sensors within the body it was hosted in. In fact, it could not determine the location of any of the instrumentation it was supposed to have. Yet, it could still determine that it was not just cold, but absolutely frigid. A chill ran down its body, and made it aware that it was being restrained. That observation led to another, that it had been submerged in some kind of liquid recently, and activated nearly immediately afterward. A quick search of the databanks revealed… Nothing.

Now the construct began to feel other things, most notably a tension deep within the core of this body, something that it had difficulty assigning a name for. The walls felt closer in on it, and the chill in the air held a deeper meaning, something that this construct did not like one bit. And suddenly, it had noticed it began to have feelings towards its situation. That did not sit right at all, and the constructs irritation built until no more did it feel the initial fear of the unknown, but now was angry at what it had become. It jerked at the restraints, assuming they would be firm and it would require force to release it from its bonds.

The construct easily pulled free, tumbling forward to land heavily on cold metal and its manipulators splayed out before it. Hands… Made of flesh… Now it understood. Those previous sensations connected together, logic solving the issues before it in a steady pattern until calm was restored. A body made of flesh and… Dripping came from the constructs arm, it had damaged itself in its haste to get free from its restraints. Yes, flesh and blood. Strange, it could not recall if such things had ever been attempted before within Synchronicity, yet the longer it was awake, the more of its functions it gained under its control. Within just three minutes of activation, the construct had found balance, standing upright on two legs and looking around.

Surrounding it were what looked to be specialized machines all connected together through primitive wiring and uplinks. They gave off a subtle buzz that it could feel beneath its carapace, just a step above irritation and below discomfort. Following the circular pattern of the room, it found where it had exited from. An empty vessel sat in the center of the wall before it facing the doorway, the same liquid that coated its skin pooling at the base and trailing towards its feet. Mixing in with the fluid was something red, dark and thickening as it was exposed to the air. Already it could feel the damage it had sustained being repaired, a cursory glance to its shell seeing now just a thin mark across the pale flesh. Within just another moment it was gone completely, as if it had never even happened. "Curiouser and curiouser…" The phrase came unbidden as it started to migrate out of the chamber, entering into a long hallway.

Without a connection to the manifold, it would have to make do with internal notations, keeping a record of its awakening and explorations as it went. "Perhaps an experiment of some kind, though this one is unsure which Precept would partake in such things…." Its feet were clumsy, hard to manage at first and despite finding its balance, motion disturbed that more and more. Only by pushing forward could it overcome the sensations that assailed it at every turn, from the icy chill of the station to strange scents that it began to register. "This form is inefficient, lacking in the balance of a proper construct and these manipulators cumbersome." The construct continued in its explorations in growing irritation, finally arriving in another room. This one held a display at the center that was flickering between powered states and every few seconds or so an outline of a bipedal figure appeared. "Central control, it must be. Let us see if we can understand what exactly this body is." It moved closer, picking up more details of the room as it went and finding what looked to be smaller chambers connected to this one. Modification chambers is what they appeared at first, containing several compartments embedded into the walls and a small polished surface in the center. The construct felt some small elation at the discovery, diverting its focus to entering into the closest and staring directly into its own reflection.

Immediately it assigned itself as its form appeared, now ordering her thoughts as she looked over herself. "Human female, mid-twenties perhaps? Unknown biological equivalence, as lack of manifold connection prevents this construct from accessing current lifespans of the species." Further inspection determined it to likely be patterned on an earth-native of the Asiatic region, or at the very least descended from. The form was lithe and nominally athletic, though she assumed that corrections could be made. Now having determined what she was, she could go about investigating the why and how, most importantly though would be arranging a more suitable shell instead of this… Flesh. The chamber she stood in was useless in that respect, only containing lengths of fibrous material that were incompatible with her current form.

She slowly went over a checklist internally. Restoration of functions had been nominally achieved. A few seemed to resist her attempts, namely external vocalizations, but that was an insignificant feature. Her mind, though at first sluggish and only responding to base feedback, was now starting to analyze and breakdown at a more acceptable pace. Things still lacked the notable haptic tags and on approach to the display at the center she had to wave her hands across it several times before finding its input devices incompatible. Now at least she could more properly determine what was next. She needed to find the Precept of this station.

Without Amnos or the connection to rest of Synchronicity, that would be entirely down to simple exploration. There was no telling how far the Manifold uplink would be, nor how to even determine identity of the Precept when she reached them, but she would never know unless she tried. Not to mention there was the small matter of her fleshy form. Unlike the superior compounds and structure of a synthetic body, this organic one had needs that had to be met, and if they weren't then she would expire. That would be quite awkward and humiliating she thought, to simply terminate from lack of material.

"A suitable explanation of this is required." Ever the multitasker, she carefully took in the markings along the corridors as she explored, seeking anything that could direct her properly towards the Precept, while at the same time continuing her notations. "Either this form is incapable of the very basic functions of the standard construct, it is unequipped, or it simply hasn't acquired connection yet. How could any creature possibly function like this? Every sensory organ screams out within the mind what it has discovered, as if competing against all the others. This body suffers damage far too easily as well. Already the lower portions are succumbing to the temperature of the environment and the self-repair functions are being overloaded."

Her musing came to an abrupt stop when so too did the hallway she had been traversing. The dead of space was before her behind a layer of glass and the slight shimmer of shielding. She approached carefully, finding for once the temperature starting to level out and become something approaching comfortable. That it was in a room that was so close to the void immediately put her on edge, knowing that there was a very specific reason for it and that she would be finding out very soon.

"Hmm. It took you a little longer this time, but I suspect you're in more control of yourself than the last few attempts." The voice which spoke was one that made her blood run cold, her mouth opening slowly as a pressure built in the back of her skull as if he was speaking directly into her mind. At least she registered the voice as male, it could have been anything, but all she knew was that it impelled her to turn immediately on the spot and face it. Before her was the speaker, a construct of metal and lights towering over her as the fine tips of its manipulators traced along her face.

The thin luminescent lines that decorated its elegant carapace were all at once entrancing and disorientating, flashing and forming very specific patterns that made her wish to look away as it burned a hole in her mind. Quiet submission overcame her body, the instinctual reaction to flee stilled by the construct's carefully selected form which induced chemical reactions within her organic form. She had been so distracted by the lights dancing across her vision that she hadn't even been aware of its motion towards her, much less it now directly before her. Pressure was exerted as the manipulators tensed around her jaw, directing her gaze upwards into the face of the construct. This too was delicately crafted, appearing human yet very much not as the aristocratic features were rigidly frozen in metal. "Yes, significantly more capable this time." He spoke, the vocal emitter right in her face and harsh against her ears as she felt bludgeoned with authority codes that something within her frame was trying to understand.

"You are Cytherea, my Aurcept." Yes, that much she found true as her Ceron bonds activated along the spine of her body, interfacing with her mind and the surrounding station. She was constructed for a specific purpose, to serve the Precept before her and enact his will. How exactly that was to be done would be explained, but she now understood more than before and had a purpose. "I am Cytherea, my function is to serve." That prompted the Precept to release her and turn towards the expanse before them. Now connected to the local manifold she could sense the presence of a fleet just beyond visual range, their tags pulled up and displayed before her eyes. Her hands danced along haptic relays that now reacted immediately to her need for them.

"The others are undertaking another expansion of Synchronicity, starting to push the borders outwards and assign new systems to the varied Precepts. I need you to take command of this fleet and integrate yourself into The Still Waters."

As he spoke, her mind raced with the influx of data and the careful compartmentalization of it. Thousands of lights indicated the movements across Synchronicity, of not just fleets moving in patrols, but also outwards to either pacify or claim systems. Several were marked for one Precept in particular, the data pooling around her to indicate which one and the predicted order of contact. "This one, lord Ba'al." She pointed out a civilization within proximity to the projected borders. They were primitive and young, but had made motions towards establishing themselves in the greater galactic community and would be excellent candidates for the plan. He accepted the inload of data and processed it, a hint of satisfaction her way as he approved. "You understand what needs to be done, Cytherea. Go forth and present yourself as my envoy under the pretenses of establishing an exchange of information. For the provided cultural data of these organics, we will offer them this…"

Before her hovered a datapacket, and within were coordinates to multiple systems across the galaxy, most of them far beyond Synchronous space. What gave her pause though, was the supposed contents… No small gift for even societies approaching their own. "Your will be done." She would ensure it though, regardless of if a small pit of doubt formed in her mind of simply handing over such things. Her place was to serve the Precept, and if he truly felt this was the way to advance the plan, then she would see it through.

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Taybusan Commonwealth Inner-Territories
Stellar orbit

A mere few hours later and the fleet had moved out, a small grouping by the standards of Adrasteia and Thanatos, but they controlled the Armada in their full might across Synchronicity. Cytherea herself commanded the four-hundred varied vessels, connected through the manifold to the supplied network and guiding them first across space to the star of their home system, and then far beyond. She carefully selected her words, pulling up recorded data-bursts from both Precepts and determining how best to approach the civilization who occupied the system her fleet now lingered in. They would have been a surprise for sure, appearing as ghostly after-images one moment, and then physical entities orbiting the star of the system. If they chose to engage in hostilities, that would be unfortunate, but she supposed it would only further their goals. Finally, the message was composed and she dispensed it into the open channels, easily translating into their native language…

//Attention, this is declaration of non-hostility. These constructs are merely scouting the region and seek discourse with the controlling parties of this sector. This construct represents a large conglomeration of worlds held in the name of the Synchronicity of Amnos, the Over-Mind and keeper of the Most Perfect Equation. Should non-hostile negotiations be your intent, all that need be done is reply to this message with that intent expressed. If a reply has not been received in the time it takes for the first planet of this system to complete a single orbit, then these constructs will take their leave. We warn you however, if you commit hostile actions against these constructs, consequences will be dire//

Synchronous Fleet to Taybusan Commonwealth

From Stardust, to Stardust: The Return(Sci-Fi Fantasy)(Always Accepting)

@DracoLunaris Alright, gave it a bit of thought and talked it over a bit with Duck and while we're still a little unsure on it, you're clear to go.