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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Me being impatient

The New World

The ships of the Naukan Crusade slowly heaved on the calm, polluted seas. They had been moving towards the gate after the announcement of the Khan of the TSUK as well as the leader of the Naukan Crusade, Temir Zima. When the digusting, polluted rain started pouring from the skies, nearly everyone went inside to celebrate there. They had enough of this world and its pollution, and didn't want a good moment ruined by rain.

On the Pioneer, flagship of the Crusade, the scientists working in their labratory were turning on and adjusting all kinds of instruments. There was ton of very interesting scientific data to be gathered when the fleet would cross to the new continent, and lots of new information would need to be gathered if the colonists of the Crusade wanted to stay alive. The machines in the ships's factory and resource refinery were all turned off and dormant, like a seed waiting to sprout and grow into its full potential. The storage area where the nuclear reactor and everything needed was checked to ensure nothing would be lost. The scientific database containing all of the blueprints and information the colonists would need on this endeavour

On the massive container ship known as the Ark, most of the colonists were either celebrating or looking out the windows where they would see many other ships that wanted to leave dissapear through the gate. The animals had all been cared for, and the seedbank had been carefully inspected the day before to make sure nothing was missing. The Neptune's biofuel refinery was turned off, and the endless noise it would usually make subsided so most of the crew could celebrate as well. The fishing nets were being prepared for use. They were no good on what remained of Earth, as all the fish there had either mutated horribly because of nuclear, chemical and biological bombardment or died, but it was going to be very useful where the Crusade would be going. All of the three helicopters had been secured to the Vanguard's flight deck, and most of the people on that ship had either gone to the Ark to celebrate or stayed to prepare for any possible conflicts that might arise.

The ships were at the gate. Logically, the Pioneer went through first. Then came the rest of the ships.
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Slowly, the Pioneer, flagship of the Naukan Crusade, emerged from the gate. Scientists in the lab checked the air using instruments they had attached to the ship's outside before, and it seemed to be safe enough. An all-clear signal was sent out, and many of the people went outside. Temir looked at the other ships, but no orders came. After what seemed like hours of waiting he sent another message, to both the Pioneer and the rest of the Crusade's ships: "It looks like no orders are coming from the UNE. We will be going southwest. Please follow the Pioneer. The Pioneer altered its course and went to the southwest. The Crusade fleet followed.

The New World

Yes

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@Almalthia

The streets of NYC were vibrant as expected. Jord has never been there, but he had always seen it on the internet, TV and pictures. He didn't really want to go there either, but the people who he worked for at the moment (who, upon closer investigation, turned out the be called "SHIELD" had sent him there after, alledgedly, there'd been an alien attack and a group of people called the "Avengers" had stopped them. Jord, as a mercenary working for various secret organizations around the globe, lived in relative isolation compared to most other people so he hadn't heard that before.

Jord was walking through the streets of the city. He stil had loads of little cuts and wounds on his arms from an earlier mission. The money he gained from his previous assignment was more than enough to cover hotel costs, because the organization he was there for didn't want to pay them for some reason. He had to leave his equipment and weapons there since he couldn't just march around through the city wearing full power armour. It was spring, and it was slowly getting very warm. Luckily Jord was resistant to heat, but to his disappointment he could not stave off the thirst that followed, and so he was looking for a place to drink.

After taking a few turns, he came upon a bar called "The Rum House". Interested and above all dehydrated, he went inside, walked right up to the bar, and said to the waitress "I would like a beer, please"

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If you can post anything related to continuing the bar story today, don't wait for me, because I'll only be able to post later today

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So how many people are going to or are in the bar stuff? I may or may not choose to go there as well depending on the circumstances

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The cargo plane's engines roared as it flew towards its destination. Its ramp was lowered. Several soldiers with heavy weaponry stood nearby, although not too close to the gaping hole, careful not to fall into it. Jord, however, stood there without a care in the world. His heavy power armour was too heavy to get dragged by wind gusts, and the fact he was partially holding on to a wall helped as well. He checked his equipment, making sure the two parachutes attached to his shoulders were secure and his weapons were all attached properly to his back. He didn't really think the parachutes were necessary as he trusted in the strength of his armour, but was rather safe than sorry.

"ETA to LZ: two minutes." Announced the plane's pilot. Jord took his BFG and shot a few rounds into the sky, checking to see if the weapon still worked. He was satisfied with the result, and after waiting two minutes he stepped back, ran for the ramp and jumped out the plane without saying another word to the people inside.

"Remind me, what was my mission again?" Jord said, talking to the communication device that they had placed in his helmet prior to the mission as he was quickly falling to the ground.

"You have to take out most of the base's defenses and soldiers inside. Then we will take it over from you. Please don't try to blow up anything else, we want the infrastructure in top condition." Replied the contact for the group he was working for at the moment.

"Understood," Jord replied. "But I can't guarantee I won't blow anything up."

Blowing stuff up is kind of my thing these days He thought. It was not far from the truth. Ever since he had received his power armour and weapons from wherever he got it, he had been working as a mercenary for various organizations around the globe. It gave him a massive headache whenever he tried to remember stuff from that time, and he couldn't remember anything anyway, but he still kept trying. It wasn't in his nature to just give up. For this particular mission he had been hired by some global military organization. He couldn't really remember the exact details, but he was getting paid so it was okay.

Jord's thought process was abruptly stopped when someone yelled at him over the radio, telling him to open his parachute. He swiftly did, and he slowly glided towards the base. Several anti-air cannons had spotted him and turned towards him, but they were too late as he destroyed them with a few salvos from his BFG. As soon as he hovered a few meters above the ground he cut the parachutes, falling the rest of the way. As soon as he touched the ground however, dozens of soldiers poured out from the base's buildings. Jord just grinned as he saw them approach.

The resulting fight was glorious. Jord cut down enemies left and right using his sword as they approached him. Fuel tanks blew up as he shot them, taking out many of the soldiers. Gun emplacements were destroyed to pave the way for the rest of the paratroopers. As soon as the rest of the agents or whatever they were had arrived from the plane, Jord used the Bulwark to shield them, taking the brunt of the heavy fire. When the battle was over, he checked his injuries. He had taken some damage, but ignored it and refused medical aid.

He got another comms message from his contact. "There is something going on in New York. We might bring you there depending on the situation. Please stand by."

The New World

Clean slate

The livestock and animal section of the Ark smelled like shit. Literally. Walter Neumann had considered asking someone to get him a gas mask from the Vanguard's equipment storage, because these working conditions wouldn't be approved by any government agency before the world wars. Walter used to be a farmer, so he, along with a few others, had been assigned to taking care of the animals of the fleet. In an odd twist of fate, it turned out he'd been doing the same thing he was doing before they destroyed the world. Sadly for him, his job mostly required him to transport the animal biowaste to the Neptune during one of the rare fleet refuel days, where it would be turned into the biofuel that all of the Crusade ships so desperately needed. He petted a small Labrador pup before turning to and looking out the nearby window, where he saw the Neptune already getting closer. He didn't really like his impending task, but it was a necessity for the rest of the fleet. He walked towards the elevator, mentally preparing for his task, when the speakers on all of the ships crackled.

Everyone on the ships stopped working for a moment as old TSUK propaganda music could be heard moments before the Khan, the leader of both the Naukan Crusade and the Trans-Steppe United Khanate started speaking. "Greetings citizens of the TSUK and colonists of the UNE. You have managed to surpass my expectations once again. Not only have you persevered the harsh steppes and wastelands of our home, but you have also worked tirelessly to build these ships. Then you agreed to live here for a long time until we can start making the colony, all for the future of humanity. I am proud to announce to you that your tireless labor has bore fruit. At the moment, the gate is just beyond the horizon. I recommend you all take a break from working until we've passed through so you can celebrate." Walter was delighted. No more shit-shoveling today!

He quickly went to the nearest dining hall, where he saw everyone was celebrating. The ships had been refueled, and were slowly making their way towards the gate. The three helicopters were flying next to eachother as fireworks were launched from all of the ships.

The people in the bridge, including the Khan, his advisors and commanders, as well as the Pioneer's captain were all celebrating this victory as the fleet slowly moved to join all of the other ships near the gate

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Jord Artac

Name: Jord Artac
Nickname (if any): None
Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any): Legion's Fist
Species: Human (mostly)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 30
Birthday: 6th of march
Personality: Jord is stubborn, honorable and most of all, unyielding. He'd never ask someone to do what he wouldn't, and always tries to find a way to get something done, even if the solution isn't the most elegant or efficient one. Although he is a loyal and dutiful man, he has trouble expressing himself properly, often causing friction and problems amongst other people due to his stubborness and close-minded view. When he is interacting with others he is often extremely honest and blunt.
Appearance (description, doll-maker, or face-claim):

Praetorian Armour

Jord is seven foot tall, and has a muscular build. He has short, gray hair and grey eyes. He also has several scars all over his body from previous battles, most notably one going from his left eye all the way to his upper lip. In battle he wears a suit of dark blue power armour called the Praetorian armour, to which his shield is permanently attached. He also wears his sword and firearm on his back when wearing the armour. Outside of battle he always wears simple T-shirts and pants, but keeps his power armour nearby in case of combat.
Affiliation (if any): None
Powers (if any):
-Jord has a very high resistance to extreme pain, cold and heat as a result of extensive genetic modification and combat training. This culminates into a resistance to all kinds of damage, as he is not as likely to go into shock due to pain, even when nearly lethally wounded. The thick and strong power armour he wears during combat further enhances his ability to resist damage.
-As a result of his biology and power armour, Jord is a lot stronger, faster and has more stamina than a normal human would have, and uses this to great effect during combat.

Weapons and armour:
-Phalanx: A large two-handed sword made out of an alloy of very strong steel. Jord is able to wield it easily with one hand due to his strength and size
-Bulwark: A force-field-like shield attached to his left arm. Its size and shape can change depending on whatever it is needed to do, and is controlled directly by thinking.
-B-Field Gun: The B-Field Gun (Also known as the BFG) is an assault weapon that uses a powerful magnetic field to shoot large calibre self-propelled kinetic rounds (essentially miniature rockets) designed to maximize damage by penetrating the targest first before exploding using fuses. It is a lot larger than a normal SMG or assault rifle, but can be held in one hand by Jord due to his strength and power armour. It is very hard to use without a proper power source, because the energy requirement to use it is quite large, as it is essentially a railgun.
-Praetorian armour: Ancient power armour made several hundred years ago. Powered by a small fusion generator, the power armour is made out of thick armour plates encased in a ceramic-like material. Servomotors and fibre bundles make the whole thing move, although most energy from the power source is used to power the armour's movement, some is reserved for the rebreather systems inside the helmet, combat systems that allow Jord to better target enemies and assess threats. The rest of the energy is used to power the Bulwark and BFG. It also connects to Jord's nervous system directly using an implant in Jord's back that interfaces with the armour and allows him to move a lot more natural wearing it, as well as control the Bulwark's shield just by thinking.
Weaknesses:
Although both stronger and more resilient than an ordinary human, Jord can still die from dehydration, disease, lethal injuries etc, just like a normal human. The power armour he is wearing has a ton of electrical circuits and wiring through it, and although it is heavily shielded can still be disabled with a very strong EMP blast. Both the BFG and the Bulwark need a lot of power to work and won't work properly when that power source (the fusion reactor in the Praetorian armour) is gone.
Current Residence: Somewhere in Europe (WIP)
Backstory: Somewhere deep in space, there was a planet named Taithea. It was a cold and frozen world, but nonetheless life started there. The sentient beings that eventually developed thrived on this world, and they made a small interstellar empire consisting of a few nearby star systems. Their science and technology became very advanced, and they became masters of genetic engineering. Then came the Kree empire. The Taitheans, feeling the pressure from this galactic superpower, needed soldiers. Sadly, however, the Taitheans themselves were weak, and could not fight very well. Luckily one of the Taithean spies heard about what the Kree had done on Earth, and soon a few humans were abducted. Their genetic material was collected, modified and transformed and formed the basis for what became genetically modified super soldiers, stronger, faster and most importantly tougher than the average human. The Taitheans made strong suits of power armour for them, and implanted the humans with implants in their backs to control this armour. While in their gestation pods they were trained in various combat techniques using neurotrainers, small devices using nanobots to give knowledge to the humans. Unfortunately, Taithea was too late, and soon they were taken over by the Kree. Before that happened though, the project was quickly destroyed, the soldiers were implanted with false memories and they were sent to Earth in spaceships. Jord was one of these soldiers, and after arriving on Earth he lived his life normally, believing he got his weapons and armour from some obscure government agency, rather than anything particular. He is now a mercenary that travels the world looking for work

Special Skills (if any):
-Although not trained in any particular martial art, Jord is an expert swordsman, and an amazing marksman due to his history as a soldier. He is able to use his sword, shield and BFG with maximum efficiency.
-Very skilled in piloting vehicles, including air, land and sea
Other:

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