Hostile

Beyond the Horizon

Lance tensed as his HUD tracked the girl's fired arrow. It shot through the air and impacted his chestplate, before bouncing off with a donk. Lance stared at the girl, then at the arrow, then back at her, before he sighed. "Wow. Congratulations. Nice shot." His voice was practically dripping with sarcasm. "Seriously, I think you're taking this little game of yours too far." He was slightly miffed about the fact that the girl had just shot him with an arrow, as in those made of wood. He wasn't worried when the girl readied another arrow and aimed it right at his visor with fear in her eyes.

After all, his armour was composite duratanium, an alloyed metal of titanium and duranium. Duranium is a metal commonly found in asteroids around ringed planets or asteroid belts. It was a lightweight and sturdy metal with a high melting point, and combined with another metal with similar properties, titanium, the result was an almost unbreakable metal used in the construction of almost everything, from ships to armour plating. His visor, while not duratanium, was made from reinforced polyglass, glass that could withstand high heat and massive amounts of force. Even then the black bodysuit Lance wore beneath the metal was made from carbon nanotubes, also incredibly tough to penetrate. The arrow would have a snowball's chance in hell at actually piercing his armour.

"Look, I'm being reasonable here." Lance spoke, though it was clear that he was losing his patience. "Tell me where the nearest spaceport or city or town or whatever is, before I designate you as a legitimate threat and SHOOT YOU!" The last part came out harsher than he intended, but he wanted to get the message through the girl's head.

What games are you playing lately?

Been playing Kerbal Space Program a lot. Three years and I still can't get a rocket to the Mun. Can make decent spaceplanes, though.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Level 1
Day One, Evening
Tetris Castle Reception
Interaction: None
Mention: @Holy Soldier @DracoLunaris @Argetlam350 @Simple Unicycle

Gordon froze as he caught sight of the large man in a green tank top, dropping the ruined pieces of fruit in his hand. He slowly stood up and snapped to attention on instinct. He always did that when he was faced with someone in authority. He recognised the man as the one who had more or less stopped the food fight simply by shouting at the top of his lungs. The man, was, of course, Guile, Capcom's head. A blonde woman in a blue dress had followed him in, but Gordon failed to recognise her. He would have to find out later. Meanwhile, Mario was desperately attempting to save everyone in the room by reverting to his, uh, chipper personality.

“We have some important things to discuss here in the Council Room. If you’re covered in crap, kindly do your best to clean yourselves off before entering this room. If any of you try to enter the Council Room covered in shit, then I’ll personally throw you out. If you fall asleep during my brief, two words…Sonic Boom.” Guile said, getting impatient with Mario and the woman's talking. Gordon didn't know what this 'Sonic Boom' was, only that it sounded really, really painful. Fearing that, Freeman picked up a paper napkin from one of the intact tables and began to hastily wipe off the cream and jam from his armoured legs.

“My name is Guile. I am a Major in the United States Air Force back in my home realm. Here, I am an ambassador of the Capcom Kingdom—one of the Seven." Guile introduced himself to those who didn't already know. "It’s nice to know that there is some discipline around here. I need to start the brief. Get everyone inside.” Taking the cue, Freeman nodded as he wiped the last bit of filling from the orange metal, and tossed the paper into a nearby bin. Sure, it wasn't exactly clean, but it was good enough to pass off for good. He had taken the time to give his HEV suit a proper cleaning in White Forest.

Gordon noticed some new arrivals, namely a man dressed in black, some weird human-animal hybrid, a woman with green skin and webbed feet, and a muscular man with brown hair and glasses. Normally, Freeman would give them a friendly greeting, but he was pretty sure it was time for business, and only gave each of them a polite nod.

Beyond the Horizon

Nope. I'll probably explain it later on, but the armour is made from a titanium-metal I'm going to explain later alloy, which means it's able to easily shrug off bullets.

What games are you playing lately?

Stellaris. I haven't played that much. I've only sunk in around twenty-three hours creating an empire of literal space communists from their home planet of Mother Russia in the Rush B system. They will spread communism and the name of Great Comrade Stalin and purge all lesser races. That's one of the least played empires, however, because apparently, even aliens hate communism so much that around seventy percent of the alien empires I've met almost immediately declared war on me. I was forced to annihilate them via nuclear armageddon and conscript corvette rushing.

The Minimalist NRP

Seems fun. What period of time does this RP take place in? Also, Stranded could really use a reboot.

[SCI-FI] The Stars Above

This RP still open?

Beyond the Horizon

Lance froze his tracks and slightly lowered his gun in shock, his eyes wide behind his reflective visor. "Okay," He said, raising his rifle again, though in a non-threatening but suspicious way. "Not exactly what I was expecting." Well, maybe he was expecting that. Cutter was never wrong, after all. The A.I. had taken scans of the general landscape within a matter of minutes, and when he announced that the atmosphere was a perfect match of Earth's, Lance was pleased to know that he wouldn't have to go outside in his helmet and armour all the time.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was that the unknown signature was... well, a girl. And a pretty damn attractive one at that. Strange thing was that she was dressed in somewhat strange apparel, namely a cloak. Who the hell even wore those things in this time and age? Also, she had a feather in her light brown... grey-green... dark grey... hell, Lance didn't know, but she had a white feather in her hair for some reason. She was also holding a bow and arrow. So, of course, with someone dressed up in that clothing and using that weapon, Lance immediately assumed that she was one of those fantasy roleplayers.

The mercenary relaxed and lowered his gun. "Right. I bet you're one of those bullshit Dungeons and Douchebags roleplayers, aren't you?" He sighed, walking closer to her. "Can you point me the way to the nearest spaceport, please? My ship's having some problems with its hyperdrive."

"I'm not even sure if this place even has a spaceport, Lance." Cutter said from Lance's internal helmet speakers. "I didn't detect any signals whatsoever coming from this rock."

Lance switched off his external speakers so that only Cutter could hear what he was saying. "It's worth a shot. Either this is some lost colony, or this is some really elaborate roleplaying game."

The Origin Of Your Username

Probably from my username on various other sites, HostileIntentions.

I guess it's from posting sarcastic statuses and comments.

Exploration, Inc.

Heh, another one of these things? Count me in.