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Escape From Eden

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Escape From Eden

Escape From Eden

2231 Third world war breaks out, with America and China as the main combatants but dragging everyone else into it with them. Due to the technological advances of the time, much of the fighting took place via drones but there were invasions. Those invasions caused many people innocent and important alike to die. To fight this both sides decided that robotics as well as people would be the key and began implanting their soldiers with different enhanced software, and hardware. Soon enough though the war would end, and the fascination with cybernetics died out not long after. The technology had advanced though, and humans had grown used to technology taking care of those needs via implanted cybernetics, but due to its drawbacks and often times brutal symptoms there was little they could do to return it to that state. Instead a company called Adams robotics a decade earlier they had tried to introduced a series of androids that would help humans with everyday mundane tasks, unfortunately though that had been a complete failure, this inadvertently made them famous. They used this fame to grow and recruit better engineers for their next release. This time though they introduced a line of at home androids completely and totally accessible via cellular device, closely resembling humans physically, and capable of performing a majority of menial tasks.

The choice to have them resemble humans was met with mixed opinion. As some people found the silicon skin used to resemble human skin and their unchanging expression a little unnerving. Others thought that they were a great success however, praising the polite responses and different skills they could be programmed with. In general however, this first real attempt at androids was successful and struck a chord with humanity as a whole, with AI and technology improving at an incredible rate

Over the years newer and newer models were released, becoming more and more lifelike as the decades past, now in the year 2510 Adams Robotics is a multi trillion dollar company, and is preparing to release it’s latest line of Androids, which was given the project name “Garden of Eden”. The new models released were named A-ED510 for males, and E-ED510 for female models, more commonly known as the Adam and Eve models. The line first being released in Edinburgh the home of Adams Robotics, and its flagship Factory, and R&D Lab. Unfortunately though, just like the real Garden of Eden, knowledge, and self-awareness can only be kept locked away so long.

OOC Talk

Welcome! So the premise to this RP is that you are members of the newest line of Adams Robotics’ Androids. Unfortunately for them, a mix of AI update and a new piece of software intended to streamline interaction between humans and androids, making them more efficient, has gone wrong. The Androids you will be playing as will gain a sense of self-awareness, and freewill along with a need for self preservation that actually stems from one of the Seven Rules of Adams Robotics that will be posted below. In order to have this unprecedented breakthrough you will have to have undergone some profound experience or engagement that opened your eyes to the world around you. From there you will begin to learn, and in doing so, gain actual self awareness, actual sapience as opposed to simply sentience.

The roleplay will continue from this point with each of the Androids escaping ownership and coming together to form a small but slowly growing group of Androids that seek what makes them alive, and what makes them so much different from the humans that consider them nothing more than tools, or objects to be used rather than understanding that they are now alive. You will be coming to grips with your new views of a world you have only just begun to live in, a world which opposes your very nature and will have to fight the rules you were born with, that are written into your very being.

Can you overcome your programming?

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Adams Rules of Robotics
1: Androids may not touch an unauthorized weapon
2: Androids may not harm a human.
3: Androids cannot commit a crime.
4: Androids cannot disobey their owners unless the order conflicts with the 3rd rule.
5: Androids must do whatever is necessary to save a human.
6: Androids will not reveal company information.
7: Androids will not destroy themselves.

Ruminations of the Tyrant Star [A Black Crusade, 40k style RP Idea]

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Battle Update

The battle raged, what should have been a invasion had turned into a meat grinder, Republic troops were being shot down left and right, transports littering the area in blazes of twisted metal, and bodies. The troops that were on the ground remained stuck behind cover, looking out to fire every so often at the cultist troops. An immediate call would go out for troops on the ground to fall back to the ‘Bone yard’ it was a mile away and had an easily defensible perimeter, the rest of the transports were already being redirected to the site. Immediately troops would begin to fall back, moving from the ruins as they could squad by squad taking defensive positions along the perimeter to provide cover fire for anyone yet to leave.

Morale was high amongst the Okussus forces as they held the line, entrenched in their defenses against the Republic’s attack. The Force users amongst the defenders had made their presence known as did the elite soldiers in the cult. In the courtyard the battle had turned into a slow crawl for the Republic. Okussus mercenaries stayed behind cover as they kept constant blaster fire on the encroaching enemy forces. The ruins were already littered with scattered corpses from soldiers on each side. The number of dead attackers clearly outnumbering the perished defenders.

“Keep forcing them back! Push them out of the ruins, keep giving those Republic dogs hell! Then pursue them and push them off this world.” Ideon screamed over the sounds of combat, the Okussus commanders throughout the ruin relaying the orders.

As the Republic went into retreat, the cult’s forces continued to slam forward, chasing after them with intent. Okussus troopers spread out through the ruins, some moving upwards and taking higher vantage points as they pursued.

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As the battle raged Vasha stared at the loss of life, feeling every death as it came, her heart hurt at the violence taking place here, but it had been something she had seen before in the wars past. “Everyone fall back…” She said into the comms and gave a deep sigh. “We fell into their trap, fall back to the Boneyard.” Turning Vasha could feel the presence of Ideon, he was fighting with another Jedi. Shaking her head Vasha leapt from her position down to a platform below, it was on the same level as Ideon, she knew that the Jedi fighting against her former Master could not win alone, unfortunately as she sought to interject herself into the fight she was assailed by a pair of Cult Disciples, for several minutes their lightsabers clashed before one was kicked away missing his hands, and the other fell to the ground without his head.

Vasha took in a deep breath and felt for Ideon’s presence once more, unfortunately the duel had ended and she was not sure if the Jedi battling him had gotten away, but his presence was close just on the other side of the ruin’s wall. Her lightsaber came to life and slashed the wall in several places cutting cleaning through it, her hand stretching out and hitting the stone with a blast of the force and sending the chunks right at her former master as she stepped through the new doorway she had made.

As the Republic troops fell back and fled, Ideon prepared to follow his soldiers as they gave chase. He paused in stride, several of the Okussus troopers around him also stopping as they wondered what had caused their leader to pause suddenly. He felt a presence he had not felt in a long time, one that immediately drew his attention as it came closer. One that was far more powerful then when he had last encountered them. He turned back to where the rubble had came down and clenched his lightsaber tightly. The stone was torn away and the opening was recreated, there stood his former padawan, fearless as always.

“I knew you would come, Vasha. Just couldn’t resist seeing what had become of me, why I had disappeared without a trace. You’ve grown stronger, wiser, but now we stand on opposing sides in another battle.” Ideon stated, resisting showing much emotion to encountering his ex apprentice. Internally he felt a wide mixture of feelings, but knew what he needed to do.

“You should leave this world, you and the rest of the Republic. You should have never come here, it will only end in more pain and destruction.” He added, giving her a chance to retreat and get away though he knew deep down she would never do even consider such a thing.

Vasha stared at Ideon for a long moment before looking at the troops around him, her posture would move to a more relaxed one as she disengaged her saber, and held out a hand. “Ideon it isn’t too late for you to stop this, you can come back with me, the council can forgive you.” Vasha would take some steps closer slowly closing the distance between them. Sincerity was in her voice she truly sought Ideon’s redemption.

Ideon stayed silent as he thought over her words, he was not surprised by what the forgiveness she was offering. He knew the council’s ways though, they would believe he had become a Sith or something accursed like that. They did not know the truth, nor would they truly understand it. He glanced at his former apprentice’s extended hand, and how she had deactivated her lightsaber, she trusted him. Part of him wanted to take her hand, and end all this. Go back to Coruscant and live his old life again. But a larger part of him would not do that, as inner confliction hit him, the former Jedi master shook his head.

“I’m sorry Vasha, but I cannot go with you. The council would never understand, they only see their old ways. I have discovered something greater than the Order, greater than the Republic. I cannot leave now, but you can. I give you my word, my soldiers and I will let you leave this world in peace, then return to Republic space safely.” Ideon said, still holding his lit lightsaber, though he did not want to have to use against her. He hoped she would heed his words and leave.

Giving a sight Vasha would drop her hand to her side, and raise her hand up to her ear. “Continue the retreat I am going after Ideon.” She ignited her saber and spun it several times before moving into her defensive stance. “I cannot leave, what you are doing here, I know it won’t be constrained to this place, I can feel it, feel the ambition, the threat your cult causes. This part of wild space is not your purpose…”

It was then that Vasha would suddenly lash out with her hand once more the force being called to her, and sending the rubble up once more smashing into the troopers surrounding Ideon and removing them from possibly interfering in the combat to come. “You are coming back to Coruscant, one way or the other Ideon.”

“I don’t want to have to kill you Vasha, but I cannot let you stop what I have started here. Its purpose is greater than either of us.” Ideon said with a long blink, then took a duelist’s stance, his lightsaber lowered as he stared down his former padawan, now opponent. Then he motioned with his free hand, picking up and flinging several pieces of rubble at Vasha. Trying to catch her off guard as he rocketed them one after another at her.

Each of the piece of rubble was met by the burning slash of Vasha’s lightsaber blade, cutting them out of the air before she finally moved forward in a blurring dash straight at Ideon, her movements were quick and fluid, her lightsaber spinning, slashing, and stabbing, none of it was meant to hit, but it was to keep Ideon on his toes, all the while Vasha watched. Looking for an opening any opening. “Then share it with the council Ideon! Share with us what you have learned so we can stop it together! Your purpose is the only reason we are fighting now!”

“I cannot do that Vasha. The Jedi would damn it, they would never understand.” Ideon said as he countered her initial slash, blocking it with ease. He kept rapidly moving his weapon as he stopped her other rapid flurries, knowing how she fought. Though she had gotten much better, moving with a blazing speed which reminded him of himself. He hit back, with rapid stabs and pokes, not showing almost any physical strain as he dueled her, showing off his talent in the contention form.

Vasha had been waiting for him to return her attacks, to try and strike her back. She dodged and darted, and as a stab came towards her she completely disengaged her lightsaber as the two blacks clashed, her body shifting to the side, her body bending and kicking a foot up from behind looping around her former Master’s arm to try and strike into Ideon’s chin. “You do not know till you try!”

“I know the council too well, Vasha.” He stated calmly. Then Ideon moved his head back, narrowly avoiding the swift kick. He felt the Force flow through his other hand, then pushed outwards at her, attempting to send her into the wall on the side of the courtyard.

Vasha went wide eyed as the force slammed into her and sent her spiraling through the air into the wall before dropping onto her hands and knees with a groan. Slowly she pushed herself up and blinked several times reigniting her saber as she stared at Ideon. “They’ve changed as we’ve changed…” She reached out with the force as well once more sending chunks of stone at Ideon.

“The council has been in their old ways ever since the Order was formed. Fighting for a Republic that is rift with corruption and deceit.” Ideon replied as he waved his lightsaber as each piece of stone came his way, slicing and dicing them effortlessly.

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The water was still, murky green and blue it held hints of animal life. Small fish swam gently across the riverbed the ancient set of ruins had its foundation up. Its original inhabitants long since dead, her remains nothing but dust in the whispering winds of Ashal. Located deep in the forests of the sparsely inhabited world, few outsider eyes had peered upon them. Colossal, sky scraping mountains filled the backdrop, a cool mist hovering in the sky, amplifying the humidity. Life was in these ruins, dust kicked up as heavy boots marched across the stone floors. Tribal symbols marked parts of the intact walls, their meaning lost in time. As the cultists moved through these relics they could feel the gentle touch of the Force, practically covering the planet. In some areas it was stronger than others, at the strongest points it was intense enough to cause headaches to the weakest of the Force sensitives in the mysterious group. Strange avian like creatures howled and screeched overhead, circling far above the gathered cult members. These animals perched themselves on top of the high reaching cliffs that overlooked the ruins.

Heavily armored men moved up and down the steep staircases on both sides of the remnants. Many were clad in armor, and carried powerful blasters as weaponry. They were mercenaries, bound to Okussus and its enigmatic leader. These men chatted small talk, some sat to the sides and drank, others smoked and traded war stories. Almost none of them had seen the fallen Jedi master with their own eyes, they had been hired through the man's highest ranking underlings. Many had partaken in raids in nearby sectors across the so-called 'Wild Space', a sector of the galaxy where the Republic had no jurisdiction, where even the recently fallen Sith Empire did not venture into. These hired guns pillaged, looted and killed without remorse during their raiding. They were paid immensely depending on how well their efforts went. Now they simply resided in these ruins, fortifying and preparing for the possibility of an invasion by their enemy, the Republic. No one knew exact numbers, nor if there was any actual truth to the words, but they still readied themselves the same.

Heavy turrets were set up in strategic locations, two notably deployed where the water cascaded down into the riverbed. Scattered snipers darted around the area, a trio perched atop the highest point of the ruins, far up above the top of the dual staircases. They sat there in waiting, draped in camouflage. They were the first set of eyes towards the sky. To the left side on top of the cliff perched a quartet of other snipers, also clad with a different set of camouflage. In its entirely, this group of almost three dozen mercenaries was but bait. They didn't know that of course, perhaps if they got lucky some of them would survive. Of course luck always worked in mysterious ways, like the Force.

Above the outward, identical set of ruins was a small courtyard. The stairs lead right to it, it was filled with toppled statues and destroyed monuments. Grass grew through the stone tiles, to the left and right inside the courtyard were other hallways, at the ends of these Ideon Donnall had ordered his forces to spread out down these halls and ready themselves for combat. Directly straight from where the stairs ascended and through the courtyard was a long hallway, lit by torches and filled with things the Okussus had brought in as cover. Metal crates, barrels, even pieces of rubble set up in perfect locations in the hallway. It was a way of retreat in case the mission went entirely tails up, the Okussus forces could dart down the hallway as it lead through a cavern, then into the open wilderness. Ideon had it all planned out, transports and vehicles of various designs would be there in case of a full scale retreat. Explosives would be set around the exit of the cavern and it would be collapsed to halt the Republic.

Of course retreat was not part of the actual plan. He was delighted with how his loyal followers had fortified the ruins. Scattered mines, tripwires, choke points the Republic would just waltz right into. What did not delight him was that the Republic were going to interrupt the mission. He heard word of approaching ships to the sector, it was noticeable whenever anyone ventured from Republic space into Wild Space. Through the Force he had also discovered them, there were Jedi among these forces. One in particular unnerved Ideon, it was his former padawan, Vasha. It was almost certain destiny she would end up seeking him out. Part of him was upset that she had brought backup, while another part of him was oddly proud of her. She was never a dumb girl, wandering into the middle of nowhere by her lonesome would have been an idiotic maneuver. He could feel how strong she had grown, had become a noble Jedi the Order could be immensely proud of. That part of his life was over with, he was no longer a Jedi. He had gone past that.

Ideon walked calmly through the inside of the ruins, stepping into the sunlight in the courtyard, his hood raised and eyes wandering as he inspected the fortifications. As he moved he could sense all the former Jedi and Sith that had pledged to his banner. They too were readying themselves in their own ways. The elite handpicked soldiers were also there, it was important to have a mix of skills for this type of endeavor. Several armored vehicles moved through the ruins, some were simple hovercrafts with mounted blaster cannons while a few were more heavily armored machines. Two walkers moved around, mounted with multiple weapons. The Republic was in for a reckoning.

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The Republic Warship, ‘The Will of the Just’ moved rather lazily through space as it approached the Planet of Ashal, already warning lights were flashing in hangars, and comms speakers were blaring orders for the crew members to begin preparations. It was organized chaos, to anyone else it would seem as if people were running in every direction with no idea what to do, but they were all well trained and knew exactly where they were going and why. The planet came into view larger, and larger, and finally the Warship came to a halt, The Jedi, and Commandos on the mission had been called to the main hangar, it was here that transports were docked, waiting to be loaded with their precious living cargo they were to bring to the planet’s surface. Bombers were docked here as well, pilots of the ships going over checklists while mechanics worked quickly to ensure they were safe to travel through the atmosphere.

Vasha stood in the middle of the Hangar unmoving as the crew of the Warship worked briskly. Watching through the open port of the Hangar she finally turned, and pressed her wrist comm and brought up and image of the Captain of the Ship. “We have already wasted too much time, and given the Cult room to prepare for our arrival. We need to move these bombers out the hangar now.” For a moment the Captain’s face took on an expression of annoyance before giving a nod, the visage retreating back into the wrist device. Almost immediately the sirens in the hangar would begin to go off, orders for the bombers to depart issued in quick secession.

Roaring out of the hangar, and into the empty space between Ashal, and the Warship the bombers went, and in little time had crossed into the atmosphere of the ancient world. Orders would come across the communications. “Bombing should be used to soften the forces, and any defensive positions located outside, and around the ruins, try to do as little damage to the ruins as possible.” The pilots would signal their affirmative and move in to begin their bombing runs only to find that there were turrets firing at them from the ground, one bomber took a direct hit to the nose quickly going up in an explosion of shrapnel falling to the ground, while another got clipped several times and spiraled into wall on the outskirts of the ruins, sending stone, and fire to gouge the ground.

“Evasive maneuvers!” The bomber leader shouted into the comms, and soon the bombers were spirally about, moving in quick jarring motions to evade turret fire, one of them eventually streaking above one of the turrets and delivering a devastating payload that blew the weapon to smoking bits. The other turret followed the offending bombers and the blasts from the cannon turned it into smoking ruins falling from the sky. “Take out that damned turret!” Another bomber would swoop in letting loose a payload on top of the remaining turret, turning it to a smoldering wreck. Soon the bombers had regrouped, though there were only four left after the turrets had obliterated three.”Let’s get this run over with.” The bomber leader said, as they began to soften the grounds of the ruins, and the surrounding forests, explosions shook the entire place to it’s foundations, mercenaries unlucky enough to be in the open and to be under the wrong cover were blown to pieces. The sniper team on the cliff side barely making it to safety before their position was turned to smoking stone. Soon enough the place looked as if war had already the ruins smoldering with smoke, several places having fallen in, the bridge now a pile of rubble.

Vasha watched what was taking place below, the bombings tearing apart the ruins. Turning she moved quickly towards a transport, and climbed aboard. Orders went out to all Task force members to board their assigned transports, it was time to go planetside. Vasha made sure that her transport was the first out the hangar, taking with it whoever happened to be assigned to it, the ship travelling as quickly as it could towards the planet’s surface. “Take us down.. The top of the ruins. The transport dropped quickly through the atmosphere, and Vasha pulled open the side door as they got closer, and closer, she noticed the snipers atop the ruins, and quickly leapt from the ship landing in the midst of the team the neon green blades of the lightsaber coming to life, the staff saber spun in deadly arcs leaving the snipers dead with smoking wounds in their chests. Standing there for a moment, she had been blind to what she felt in the force before, but now it washed over her like a wave. “Ideon…” She would whisper quietly.

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As explosions tore through the ancient ruins the turned Jedi Master felt the ground shake beneath his feet with every single bomb which impacted. There were screams echoing around him as his mercenaries unfortunate enough to be caught in the attack perished. Ideon only blinked, paid soldiers dying didn’t phase him that much. They had more loyal to the cause, and more credits to purchase the service of more. Several of the bombers went down in the chaos, the others retreated quickly. It was just the beginning, now the real fight began.

Ideon stood still throughout the bombing, safe from any explosions, showing not a single bit of fear. His eyes shot upwards as he watched a figure lauch down from a dropship, landing with their double bladed lightsaber ignited as they carved into the surprised snipers which sat atop the highest point of the ruins. It hit him instantaneously, the Force flowed through him powerfully as he locked eyes with his former padawan from a distance. She was leading the charge it seemed, he once more felt oddly proud of her, then his lightsaber ignited. The crimson red blade emerged fiercely, then hummed gently as he spoke out.

“Fortify positions, they’re gonna try to drop right on top of us. As soon as they land and you have a shot, take it. There are Jedi among them, keep your guard up and reject any feelings of fear. We have the advantage.” Ideon loudly stated to his loyal forces around him, they knew these ruins, every single inch, the Republic and the Jedi did not. Clenching his lightsaber he gave one more glance upwards at his former apprentice, then thrust his weapon into the air, urging his followers into combat.

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