FrozenPhoenix

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

I just realized as this almost passed my mind... here...

Name: Ryder “Brutus”

Gender: Male

Class: Guardian

Role: Ground Team

Race: Karadon

Race Description: If ever there was a warrior race, this would be it. The Karadon race is a bipedal, humanoid bunch with thick scaled skin, similar to a few kinds of dinosaurs or komodo dragons. The skin being quite resilient to forms of impact. Two digigrade legs and standard arms, much like a human’s with three toes feet and five fingered, clawed hands. Four eyes, usually a primary color and slitted. A wide mouth for omnivorous eating, yet they seem to like meat over leafy greens. Bald heads that only have a scaled scalp as cover. They have tails that are just thick, beefy muscle, ended with a bony mass to act as a club, usually about seven feet long. The race themselves have no distinguishable features between male and female other than females tend to have wider, more flat tails with a smaller bone mass at the end. Karadons average between 10-12 feet in height and are stacked with muscle. Their brains are smaller than other races, not able to comprehend information as well. They are techno-savvy, but it’s mostly in lethal ways. The greatest achievement they had was learning space travel in horrifyingly dangerous ships, not in combat, but because they were liable to break in faster travel. Only thanks for smarter races do they have actually flyable ships.

Racial Overview:
Thick resilient skin
Reduced intelligence
Slower and clunky movement
Poor sense of hearing
Bony tail made for smashing
Powerful musculature
Poor sense of smell

Breathes: Default Breath

Background: When born a Karadon, your life is a fight. The homeworld of the Karadons is nothing to speak of and if it wasn't proven that they came from Cathidet, it would be a wild thought. Their homeworld is a wasteland, covered by a wide expanse of desert, sparsely populated by barren mountain ranges that can hide actual life in their shadows. Yet with 3 suns to deal with on the planet, shade is a rare thing. The average day cycle is roughly 52 earthen hours and 44 of those are lit by bright suns. All life has evolved into a form of “dog-eat-dog” world as no plant life can survive outside of the mountain’s shadows. Over the years, it was declared a death world. A place of carnage to be avoided by all intelligent beings at all costs. Ryder was born and raised there, fighting each day since he was born. His parents were a caste leaders of a small sect; only about 20 or so in their group. And as rough as life was, he was one of the few in his generation to survive. On such a harsh world the Karadon population is low, not because of a low pregnancy rate, but if one hasn’t been eaten past two years of age, your lucky. And so the world shaped him, making him strong. yet his strength wasn’t enough when raiders came down with guns, taking him off world as some kind of trophy. For years he was a “pet” to these bandits and poachers, learning a small bit of the common tongue. But he never grew attached, and when the day came that he could escape during an Alliance raid, he broke out and killed several vagabonds before coming into contact with Alliance troops. Confused and worried he went with them reluctantly and after being treated kindly, stuck with the group, and ever since then The Argent Dawn has been his home.

Personality: Ryder isn’t the brightest person ever, only knowing about 200 words in the common language, but his strength makes up for his lack of intelligence. Similarly his loyalty to the crew in unmatched. He may not like them, but he would never even dream of betraying a single one, even for something small like the last cookie at the Mess Hall. He isn’t very talkative or social, yet he does have a habit of following people, kinda like a lost puppy, you know, a 12 foot, muscle bound lost puppy.

Character Description: Ryder is rather tall, even for his race, extending to the highest height without being considered freakishly tall. Thick muscles that would put anybody of any race to shame. Four bright blue eyes, each with black slits to show where he is looking. His color is basically a beach, a sandy tan with darker specks to give him character in his tone. No real damage to his body despite being a captive for several years.

Proficiencies: CQC Training
Heavy Weapons Training
Shotgun Training

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Ryder was shaken and stunned a bit, being so big and unable to be properly strapped in he was a tad worse for wear, but otherwise fine. Making a low grumbling noise to shifted to unhook himself, falling down to the ground and scrambling to get up in the tight space made tighter by the warping of the walls.

Eventually he did make it and bumped his way out, moving some pieces of warped metal to make it out the jagged exit.

He let out another groan and said, "What happen."

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Ryder was the last one to board, causing the whole ship to tilt as he walked on. Too big to find a seat he took a couple of cargo hooks and hooked himself in, just like the crates to the back of the space. Kneeling to better keep himself secured.

With the ground team on board, he took his seat next to Tearys, strapping himself in. Planet entry wasn't the coziest of rides. But with that done, he put on his helmet and put a pair of fingers to his neck, much like he was trying to check his pulse, but a click was heard and he told the pilot, "We're ready, let's get moving."

And in the next two seconds, the drop ship jerked up and began moving forward, a rough ride until it got very, very still, they were in open space. The stillness persisted for about a minute, then it got very, very rough. Violent shakes that even Ryder was throw at, this persisted for about two minutes, then it got rough, but a sort of atmospheric rough.

At this stage, Varus addressed the crew, "Tearys, you and I will be dropping first. About a mile away from the colony's border wall. We'll search and based on our findings..." He would have continued, but the ship jerked and the lights went out. Even coms with the pilot were cut. Varus went wide eyed beneath his helmet and the ship jerked again and began to roll, free falling. He gripped his straps and held on tight, this wasn't normal. The ship quit working. With a nasty jerk, it hit the ground and bounced, ripping the ramp clean off in a grind of metal. Outside, everybody could look and see that they were moving fast, and not in a good way, the bottom of the drop ship was being dragged, making an enormous rut in the planet's surface. Then, in another blink, the ship hit something hard and jumped up, tearing it's hull and the ending five feet of it was separated from the rest, taking Varus and his seat with it. Just barely leaving Tearys with everybody else. A few moments later it came to a final stop, propped on it's left side.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

The lit up with the sound of a siren, a low blaring sound that cleared the floor, as a huge clamp gripped the drop ship under the wings, moving it to the center of the room where the pilot, who was already inside, fired up the engines, sending a low glow out the back from the exhaust as metal heated up. This dropship inself lifted gentling off the ground, hovering for a few seconds before landing again and releasing the ramp at the back for the crew to come aboard.

Varus, watched as the ship was checked, walking immediately at a leisurely pace into the drop ship's hold, standing in the door like he did to the Argent Dawn's hanger, making sure he saw each person step on board.

Ryder in the background was picking a fight with one of the mechanical arms for bumping into his head with a shoulder piece, eventually dealing with the moving grabbers long enough to get suited up fully. Now the twelve foot man was fourteen feet tall, and weight over two tons in his powered armor. Moving to join Varus on the ship.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Oh I was hoping for that. Though I didn't discredit him, just won't give him the first chance... Varus believes that Tearys and him will get this shit done and he'd only slow them down. Not that it would matter much... *Foreshadowing!!!*

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

I don't see what the big deal is. This is normal military hazing. You don't deserve a name till you've been with us for a month or two. It happens all the damn time. Your not a squad member no matter how well you fit in, not until you've covered your team members a few times. Only reason Varus is hazing Six is because he's begin assigned to his squad. Not just his ship, there is a difference.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Varus was just finishing putting on his last arm piece, fully suited up, besides the helmet of course, that was tucked under his arm. He slung his sniper back over his shoulder and started making his way to the drop ship they would be taking. The rest could follow or not they wouldn't be leaving until the pilot moved the ship out of it's housing alcove and into the center of the hanger, but he had to know how much longer till it was ready. Not long as the crew told him.

Ryder came in, carrying two large crates, easily six feet cubes of all solid heavy metal. Inside, he had his armor. Opening one he turned to the hanger master, waving, but the hanger master wasn't looking. So he decided to do something very Ryder like. He smashed the floor with two massive fists, making loud clanking sounds and letting out an ear shattering roar. Deafening anybody within 20 feet of him. Needless to say the Hanger master realized and began using a pair of vehicle clamps to help Ryder move his few tons of armor onto his hulking form.

Varus visibly cringed as the roar came from behind him, turning to see what was wrong, realizing it was nothing to fret about.

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By the time people had started showing up and asking questions, he had his chest piece on, but no arms or helmet. His armor was probably more bulky than his compatriots, but it provided him with enough protection and the technology to be an effective infiltrator.

He turned first to Ren, "The infiltrators will go in fist to scope out the AO, the rest of the team will be in the dropship ready to deploy at a moments notice at any point needed." He knew how standard battle tactics, while predictable, were effective.

Next was Six, "The Next Guy." Varus didn't have the greatest view of him. Infiltrators are the closest of anybody on this ship, to be a silent team, you must be. So he was a true outsider and Varus wouldn't ever go as far to use his name. "Green, your staying on the dropship until I say you can leave. Don't forget it."

And finally Jack. "Help the flight crews load the cargo." He said gesturing with a half armored arm to a stack of crates, one of which Ren was sitting on.

Argent Dawn (Space Based RP)

Four days... four days in a black void of stars and planets, avoiding the later two to save time, they bolted through space at several thousand meters per second. Each day food was served, training was held and bonds were forged or broken every moment of it.

Weapons were checked and prepped, supplies were made a stock and counted to make sure the voyage would have plenty of food and bullets, and the vehicles stored aboard were oiled up, fueled up, and generally maintained.

And before long, "Attention crew, we have arrived at Hakov II, all hands to your stations. The away team is to head to the hanger, good luck down there." Claire's voice came from over the PA system.

Varus was having dinner when her voice came over the speakers, a simple meal prepared by the ship's cook, Korv. A good man, very well built for being a cook, but he did a great job at feeding the ship. But when he heard, he took the tray with him, eating on the way to the armory, Almost finishing, but not just there yet. Throwing away the remaining at a disposal shoot, tray and all to be sorted by the ship's trash system. Grabbing his weapons and armor, only putting on the legs, holstering the pistols at his hips and carrying the rest to the hanger.

The hanger had a few extra hands in it now, moving hoses and lines from and to one of the two dropships, clearly the one they would be taking.

Varus then began to take his time putting on all his armor and slinging his sniper over his shoulder.

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Varus collected himself, it wasn't easy having people to look after, but he had to have been chosen for the job for a reason, whether he knew it or not. The mission held sway here, it was what needed to be done and would either be the chance Rennac needs to prove himself or the coffin that he'd be buried in.

"Thanks Tearys." He said curtly and almost tenderly, an unusual thing for him. Caring was easy, but showing his care wasn't always the most clear thing. Tearys seemed to have a way though. Maybe it was the culture similarities, maybe because she was part of a very small team with him, or maybe because she was kind of cute. Hell, maybe a combination of the three.

Anyway, he had to get ready just like everybody else and so did Tearys, "I won't keep you, we'll be at Hakov soon enough. Go and get your things."

He then took his leave to visit the armory, checking his twin pistols, armor, and his custom sniper that he loved more than himself. A beautiful specimen of combat technology and roughly six feet long besides. able to fire every know ammo type and rounds up to 65mm. It's scope able to switch between normal, thermal, and infrared. Equipped with a ranger program to tell him how far out his target was. This weapon cost more than the rest of his gear combined and took years of service combined with a few bribes to get in his possession.

After that, it was off to the Command Bridge to get the ship moving in the right direction officially starting the four day timer.