Crazy Doctor

Cold War-era Stealth/Espionage RP anyone?

@Lord Coake Is this still open to join. My interest has been piqued

A New World of Heroes ic

@G3njii Im up for it, sounds fun

Starfire

Alina steered the Black Comet towards the flashes of lights. She had been told which galaxy the Raptor Squad when she signed up in Quido. Unfortunately her ship didn't have FTL capabilities so it required a larger ship to transport over large distances, so she had boarded a ferry to transfer her and her ship to the Xenovia galaxy. Once reaching the outer fringes of the galaxy she had gotten a data file sending locations of the Raptor Squad’s base, The Alamo. Following it the directions given by her on board computer she was set to intercept them in a less than 24 hours when their coordinates started changing, showing their course entering the atmosphere of a planet. Unsure what to do Alina had a quick discussion with herself. “If I go to the planet i might just become a hindrance, but if I carry on to the rendezvous point they might not make it in time. You know what, i’ll stay here and see what they do. Yeah thats a good plan.”

Powering down the thrusters she stopped and waited. getting up she went to her new favourite room in the ship. The armoury. Going over her equipment she made sure everything was loaded and clean. Bored she headed back to the control room, grabbing a MRE from the trunk of food in the main room. Sitting in the cockpit she started eating, grimacing at the taste of the food. “Since the dawn of time people have been eating MRE and they still taste rubbish. Why?” A beeping sound would alert her that the coordinates of the Alamo was moving again. Following the dot on the screen she saw that they were heading away slowly, much slower than when the approached the planet. Unsure whether to wait some more she looked at the spoon in her hand. Finishing off her MRE she wiped the plastic spoon clean before getting up and floating at the entrance of the cockpit. spinning the spoon forward Alina watched to see the handle hit against the glass. “Looks like i’m going to follow it then. Yay for me.” grabbing the spoon she moved to the trash compactor and put the spoon and the MRE packet inside the chute before returning to the cockpit. Once inside she fired up the engines and began to steer the ship to face the direction of the Alamo. Moving forward Alina watched for any signs of the Alamo.

The large ship slowly appeared, both on her screen and insight at similar times. Unsure whether friendly r foe she turned on the ship's cloaking function and slowed down. The readout said that the alamo was ahead but the large cruiser couldn't be the Alamo. It didn't fit the description she saw in the data file. Watching the large ship move around the asteroid she manouvered her ship so she could get around the top of the large ship without being noticed. It was only now did she notice the large transport vessel and the smaller, but still larger than her ship, Alamo beside it. Watching as the large cruiser, which she now realised was unregistered meaning it was either a pirate or a mercenary ship, sent anchors out towards the two other ship she chose the former of the two options. Unsure whether she should join in the fight she waited, watching as the pirate ships were destroyed. Seeing one ship being hounded by a pirate she spoke quietly to herself, “you know what, i think i might help.”

Setting off she activated the crafts battle mode. The armaments outside twitched from side to side making sure there were no failures. All systems clear she moved to into the fray taking out a pirate cruiser before turning off the cloaking on her ship. Worried that she might be attacked by the Alamo she consulted the data package to find out its frequency. “Erm hello, my name is Cosmos aboard the Black Comet. I am on your side and am a friendly. Please do not attack. I repeat, I am a friendly, do not attack. Thank you. Out.” Moving into the fray now she chased a pirate fighter before blasting the back of it with a plasma blast. Watching as debris floated into space Alina stopped, and reversed the thrusters of her ship and backed towards the transporter. Hovering over it like a dragonfly, she took control of all weaponry and sent rounds into the airlocks of the anchors. Plasma bolts were shot towards any fighters that came near her, even a missile toward a rather nasty Volgron fighter coming towards her.

Starfire

Alina Mersenne

Name: Alina ‘Cosmos’ ‘8191’ Mersenne

Appearance:

Race: Human-Biomechanically enhanced

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Background: From the slums of Quido, one of the 6 industrial planets in the Kypo belt, Alina was the product of her mother’s job and a drunk space captain in need of love. At the age of 7 she was moved to a orphanage after her mother was killed. In the orphanage she learnt how to survive, by fighting, stealing and running if need to.

When she was 16 she started to work in the local scavenger factories, pulling out anything of value from cargo belts. Never one for sitting by and letting things happen she started to get in trouble after a fight with some boys, severely injuring one boy. The boy’s father was the boss of the local crime syndicate and sent men to rough her up. Hearing what they were going to do she hopped on board a spacecraft to another one of the industrial planets. Worried by what might happen to her she enlisted with the Space Corp, lying about her age. Sent to the training center in the Harlif quadrant she moved quickly up in ranks.

During a mission (3 years since joining the PGC), suppressing a rebellion, Alina was under heavy fire and took a plasma bolt to the shoulder, causing her to lose her arm. Wanting to die in peaceful environment she crawled into a cave nearby. Waiting to die her vision started to blacken as she collapsed.

8191 woke up from what felt like a deep sleep, she had no idea how long, in agony. All over her body metallic prostheses covered her various wounds. Her entire right arm was now a metal bionic attachment along with her left foot. Taking her to a hidden facility on board a “defunct” battle cruiser, in a different galaxy, scientists fixed her up, replacing body parts where needed. She became known as subject 8191 to the scientists at the facility.

Once 8191 had recuperated from the surgery she was forced to begin a training regime for “research” purposes. Originally she was happy to do this until they started injecting her with drugs to increase her stamina and strength. After that she was forced to start training with criminals (that were told if they killed her they would be released) and be forced to kill them to survive. If she didn’t comply to scientists demands she would be starved or tortured until she conceded to their wishes. Retrained in weapons and fighting 8191 became a killer that was used on missions too questionable to authorize under normal law.

This carried on until Alina started to formulate a plan to escape. After waiting 6 years for an opportunity, she got one. When returning from a mission a blackout happened as she was being escorted to her room. She broke free from the guards and ran off. After making a detour she went to the facilities hanger, stealing one of the transportation/guard ships that the facility used. As she blasted off the battleship the whole facility shook as the nuclear cores slowly burnt the ship up along with all on it.

After a quick stop off at her home planet to get her new ship altered she proceeded to head over to the Xenovia System where she heard the pickings were good for someone who could fight. It was only after she arrived did she find out about the civil war happening and about the Starfire company. Needing an employer she joined up with them. This also helped as the PGC were always chasing the Starfire company out of the galaxy, not to much avail but there was a strong dislike between the tow military organisations.

Personality: Always brooding she looks constantly confused and angry. Unused to human contact she prefers to keep her own company and trains constantly. Once given orders she carries them out to the best of her abilities and fears failure. Often seen and heard talking to herself most people would regard her as cracked and broken. One subject makes her both angry and scared, the Space Corp.

Gear:

1x Plasma Multi-purpose Tactical Weapons Unit

2x Sub-Atomic VibroSeax

1x Electromag Shield

(capable of stopping most small arms and laser bullets)

1x Laser Pistol

1x Crossbow pistol

(to use in the rare cases when normal laser and plasma weapons don't work. The only thing she could find on Quido that wasn't powered by a resource she took it as a back up weapon.)

1x Elite Space Corp Tactical body armour (capable of stopping most small arms and laser bullets)
1x Bionic arm and foot (stronger, detachable, capable of surviving more extreme conditions)
1x Tactical Eyepiece
1x Oxypack (allowing breathing in low/no oxygen environments)

Personal Ship:

‘The Black Comet’

Stolen when she broke out of the Facility it was used as a transportation/guard ship. Taking it back to her home planet and using some favours, and threats, she got it stripped and rebuilt so that it runs faster, has more firepower and can take more damage than before. The name cam from the fact that when she bought it into land on Quido the engine was smoking causing it to look like a black comet. Now fitted with a cloaking device and more armaments than before she stole it. Now with a basic living area, high class Space Corp weapons and navigation she can evade recapture and use the ship as a base of operations when needed.

Starfire

Hello all, you might not know me but i know you. Actually i don't but i like to be dramatic. So it has been close to a month since Guess said i could join but due to exams and stuff i was unable to join, but now i shall. Do not be alarmed when my character burst magically into the story and helps out. Treat her like how you just treated this message. Surprised af. My CS has been approved by the GM via a PM so don't worry about that. Thank you that is all. :)

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Rekugin approached the gate scanning the road. His eyes had fell on Rask and the horses as soon as he joined the main central road. Lifting his bow in return to the wave, he placed his pack down beside the others on the ground with a grunt. Looking up sharply at the word ‘Friend’ he would mutter to himself before pulling his hood down. “It would be my pleasure Rask.”
Looping his bow over his cloak and chest Rekugin stretched, then proceeded to walk over to a jet black mare, with white fetlocks. Lifting up its legs one by one, he then grabbed her by the reins and walked her checking to see if she was a decent steed. Nodding he checked the straps of his saddle and reins before lifting himself into the saddle. “Good horse. Maybe not a sprinter but it would carry you for a while. If the others are just like this one they would of cost a pretty penny, unless you got them from other means?” Dismounting he walked over to the packs and grabbed his and another pack of Rask. “I wont need to check if they are all equal, will I?” He shot a glance at Rask as walked over and fastened the packs to the saddle. Mounting up he manoeuvred his horse to Rask and pulled his bow of his chest. Resting it lightly on the mare’s back he started speaking.

“My name is Rekugin, originally from the south-east of Midcy’ru but I have lived most of my life in The Trattican Empire and The Plains.” Pausing to get his story right Rekugin thought to himself, ‘I wont tell him about the forest, he doesn’t need to know that yet.’ “I was part of a band of outlaws from the age of 13, The Fire Vultures, of The Plains. That’s where I learnt to fight with blades. We mostly attacked caravans of merchants for their goods or little lords for ransom. A few times we would attack other outlaws if they came onto our territory. I left two years ago at the age of fifteen. I went back to the forests of Midcy’ru for a while, learnt the art of herbs and poisons. Then I travelled a bit more to The Civitas Empire. My aim was to see a bit more of the world and kill…erm and make my fortune.” Cutting himself short Rekugin hoped Rask hadn’t noticed the mistake. “I was back in the north of Midcy’ru when I found your flyer, decided to see what it was all about. Not sure whether it was the right decision but I’ll see.” Flexing his bow strings a couple of times nervously he cleared his throat a bit. “Is it okay if I ask a bit about you? Who are you? Where are your from? And what is driving you to go after the treasure of the Sayamir Pass.”

Unlikely Heroes <|> Medieval Low Fantasy

@3905C RG Hey so sorry i haven't posted. I posted my CS and stuff but i forgot to subscribe to the page and i forgot all about it. I'll probably try and post in the next day or two if thats okay.

Welcome To The Underground Mission Force (Spy Action Roleplay)

So has this just died, or are we gonna wait until @WhiteStar19 gets back. Or are we going to take WhiteStars advice and continue?

Rask's Broken Horn Band

@gowiaAll done. Sorry once again for the wait.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Rekugin closed his eyes as his chest throbbed with pain. Holding the breastplate to his chest he moved his hands over the warped surface. ‘Dammit this is gonna cost a bit to fix up.’ Hearing Rask starting to speak Rekugin glanced up and sat up a bit straighter. While listening to Rask, his mind started whirring with thoughts. ‘Sayamir Pass treasure, that’s a myth. He can’t be going after that…..Well I haven’t gone there yet, maybe He is there.’ Looking around at the other people sitting around the table Rekugin he saw that they were all listening intently. Well except for the big Gothi, he was grinning like a madman. Refocusing on Rask, he heard the strict rues his face twisting into a grimace. ‘Meh I'm used to that. Can’t be worse than Krasus…Wait fifteen percent cut, that is good, better than Krasus and the Vultures.’ Rekugin’s face cleared up as he heard this. ‘A horse for every man, even better. I wonder where he gets all this money from. Sword lessons. I wonder how good he is with a blade.’
“Sign here.” Looking at the scrap of paper, Rekugin reached over and scrawled his name on the paper. Closing his eyes again as he leaned back against his seat. CLANG looking down he saw the pouch of coins hit the breastplate. Nodding at Rask, Rekugin spoke his thanks.

Getting up with a groan Rekugin lifted up his bow and his breastplate. Going via the corner he had stood in to pick up his bag and sleeping roll he staggered over to and up the stairs. Reaching the bar he slumped on a barstool “Whiskey, lots of it please.” Gulping down the first one without even tasting it, he could feel it burning down his throat. And into his stomach His second one he spent a bit longer but not too much. After a couple more drinks, until the pain died down in his chest. Rekugin woke up with a start, “I must have fallen asleep.” Mentally berating himself Rekugin got up and paid for the drinks. Taking a few swerving steps to the door he fumbled to open it and stepped out into the busy street. It was dark. ‘I was in there for a while!’ He gulped in the colder air as he thought about what he needed for a trip like this. He knew he needed a blacksmith, or an armourer. Following his ears, he turned and walked toward sound of hammers and clanging. It might of looked weird anywhere else at anytime, a fully robed black figure with a bag, bow and breastplate. But here Rekugin seemed part of many nocturnal figures going around there business. As he walked he tried to figure out who Rask was. ‘There’s the gold, so he's either got a benefactor, but he doesn’t seem like the man who would work for somebody else, or he’s rich, but with that much gold. Either a criminal or a noble. The sword lessons, that’s a noble thing. But still, what would a noble be doing looking for gold. He could just send men to do it for him.’ Giving up his quest to figure out his new mysterious leader, Rekugin walked through the cold night air thinking about what he needed.

Rekugin staggered into the apothecary wearing a new breastplate. It had been easier to sell his battered one for scrap and by a new one. It had only cost him 100 of the gold coins he had been given by Rask. Placing his pack on the ground a loud groan he whipped his head up as a dwarf lady came out of the back, “My name is Cloenna, welcome to the shop. What do you want?”
“I need medicine, herbs, and some healing please.” Pulling off his hood the lady stepped back seeing someone so young. Maybe it was her maternal instincts but Rekugin soon found himself sitting on a stool with his shirt off and Cloenna prodding the bruises around his chest. “Where did you get these from?” When he told her it was in a fight with a Gothi she tutted and told him to wait as she prepared a paste. She placed the paste on his chest and wrapped it up in a large swath of bandages. As she worked she managed to weedle out of him that he was going up Sayamir Pass. As Rekugin put on his shirt and armour on he heard Cloenna drawing things from jars and wrapping them. “I have got you some basic medicine, some herbs for energy and warmth and a few healing magic items, but use them for serious injuries. Don’t waste any! There is also a jar of paste. You must apply the paste once again in 2 days and once more 3 days after that.” Paying the gold required, and a bit more, Rekugin listened to more instructions, while he put the herbs and medicine into his bag, from the dwarf lady before stepping out once again onto the street.

Rekugin went to the bowyer next. Buying a doeskin case from him to protect his bow he also stocked up on a supply of glue, points, bowstrings and tools. He knew that in the cold some arrows might warp and his bow had to be protected when not in use. While paying Rekugin asked if there was a furrier in the town, finding out there was he packed his bags and set off. Entering the store with his nose shrivelled in disgust at the smell, Rekugin managed to negotiate a decent price for a new fur-lined sleeping roll. He ended up not buying new gloves and boots, the ones he had on now were well made. They had served him well even in the cold nights of the plains. Leaving he looked up at the dark sky. Guessing by how the stars were fading he figured that it was two hours, maybe more or so till dawn. Rushing now, he barged his way, through a crowd of fisher folk, to a general store to buy other items. Getting smoked meat, hard cheese, and skins of water attached them or placed them in his bag. He lifted it and could felt how heavy it was. He got a few more things like some cheap skins whiskey and even a small skin of wine.

Heading out of the store he saw the eastern sky lighting up slowly. There was perhaps a hour left till dawn. Hurrying towards the west gate Rekugin spotted an alley, he had passed through before. Going down he entered the last shop that he wanted to visit. It was a small dinghy shop with a moth eaten curtain as the entrance and a small sign, of a red leaf with black spots on it, nailed above the curtain. As he entered through the curtain, a hooded figure dressed in a grubby robe came from an alcove. Rekugin asked for a piece of paper and wrote three words onto it. Pulling out the rest of the pouch of coins he handed them to the man with the scrap of paper.

Exiting the shop a while later Rekugin slipped two small vials and a small container into one of the pouches on his belt. Lugging his pack onto his back, he hurried over to the western gate as the last stars faded and the sky became brighter.