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The Resa-Earth Interactions

If possible I could pop in a few side characters ^.^ You know... Some 'wrong place right time or vice versa' kina of individuals.

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

Final bump to advertise RP this weekend

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Alright JD, I guess that'll freeze the RP for the weekend and give me time to throw around some interest checking. Thanks for the heads up!

Damn Wayne.. Sorry to hear that. You know you got me in the PMs if ya need a homie to talk to

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

Heads up! The RP is still open and looking for more people! While it is about 5 active and 7 total, more people are welcome to join! Just read over and start up some CSs in the OOC! Or if you have ideas.. Feel free to PM me!

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Eheheh.. Good thing you have an able group to deal with the bad guys.. OR PERHAPS I AM WRONG! Anyways, I guess we got two MIAs ((Charles and Wayne)) so I will PM them before declaring them officially MIA. I might bump the interest check, see if we can get more folks in here.

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((Guess I gotta pop something off like promised))

The ranger listened to the girl as she spoke with a mixture of laziness and professionalism to his stance, his hands finding their way into his jacket pockets as he trailed behind and stopped when the group stopped. Hearing both of their responses was a relief, but everyone had their own things to boast about until they die, and that was what concerned the anthro. By the time the larger fellow was opening the door and looking around, the hybrid stayed put and glanced over the two he spoke to before giving them yet another nod. "Well.. Feel free to help out lower the numbers. The amount of Rangers that are still alive kinda make it difficult to try and even go out there with an intent to stay alive... Anywho, if you do come across those groups, it would be rather nice if you could bring back some of their supplies so some of the o-" And just like that an out of place, but unique sound punctured the sounds of a market place, and trouble was going to follow.

Not too far away a shout followed by a small explosion was heard at one of the gates, the same gate the fox/wolf entered when he brought back some of the supplies from his run. Immediately chaos started up and the sounds of a fire fight erupted with the surviving guards and citizens exchanging gunfire with whoever was attacking the station. A curse erupted from under the ranger's breath and he turned to face the group, his eyes looking over each person before he spoke with a tone of concern in his voice. "Looks you guys picked a good time to leave.. Be careful." Those were his final words before the ranger reached for his chest holster and turned towards the chaos so to engage the threat. There were many people on the streets still, some being children who were currently being herded into their homes by their mothers or fathers, others being visitors of the station making their way for the exits, there were even a decent number of brave folk who have decided to rise up against the attackers, but none were organized.

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Kensington kept his focus on the horizon ahead but immediately that focus was cut off when a voice came into his headset, the voice coming from Esailia the squad leader. He did lean to the side to glance over at the group and they could probably see the wide smirk on his face as he looked over those who were in the line of view. "Well!" The pilot said over the low frequency radio, giving the group a wave before he got back on the controls and slowly started the helicopter forward. "From the looks of it everythin's quiet but I haven't done a full scan of the horizon. If ya want cap' hook up the PADD to the helicopter's system or something something like that. Really, it just gives you the camera feed from the turret.. Nothing fancy like controlling the helicopter and stuff." As he spoke, the airman busied himself with peering into the thermal feed in hopes to find any dangers before he would have to move in and drop the team off, something in the back of his head was telling him he wouldn't take off again as soon as he lands. Once he got a good view of everything the wolf got on the main channel and began talking again.

"The air unit is going to push up to drop the units off at the crawlers like briefing called out.. Requesting the green light to switch tasks to drop-off. Be advised ladies and gentlemen the skies are clear and this helicopter is exposed, it's an anti-air missile spec's dream." The pilot reported, his eyes squinting as he peered past the sunlight at the field ahead. There was a sort of beauty to it all if you didn't consider the fact you were an active combatant, but that wasn't a luxury a pilot should be taking in yet. Wait till the fight's over Ken.. Then you can watch the sky all ya want.

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Threw in another small post. I'll pop something off in the metro center AFTER everyone in that zone posts one more time. ((so to give the Rpers an opportunity to just leave instead of being caught in the flames))

Unless I made some bad guys hit the gate XD

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A nod came from the hybrid as the lady with the cane spoke to him and a slight chuckle was given to the other canine who also gave a comment. While they talked among each other in their tongue, the ranger glanced around the many faces of the bystanders who had witnessed the fight and by the time he returned his focus on the group they were already walking out, leaving the humans to glue their eyes on the ranger instead of the others. The spotlight being on the lone ranger kinda brought a sense uneasiness to the anthro, and before he knew it he started going towards the group, his left gloved hand raising up slightly to try and grab their attention if someone was watching him. As he walked away his eyes glanced over at the old man and the girl until he caught up to the Elvira group to talk again.

"Heya! Just a little advise: If you all are heading to the surface, keep an eye out for kill squads.. That's why this center is locked down in the first place." The ranger pointed out, keeping his distance so to not intrude on the group's personal space. He assumed they understood that people would mix himself in with them because of his appearance, but once at the gate he might be able to break away, unless circumstances say otherwise. ".. I saw a couple groups, but who knows? Maybe they're just scavengers and these guys are overreacting. There is a nearby caravan that had been massacred, I came from there and came back with some stuff, but seeing that carnage... These folks do have a reason to be on edge." All of this was directed specifically towards the human who was the first to talk to him since she and the canine seem to be the ones to communicate to if he wanted a response. One was occupied with the old man, and the other, well.. The guy looked like he wasn't much of a talker when it came to dealing with strangers.

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I'll post up in just a second!