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The changing breeds (A werewolf the apocalypse style RP)

Lore

In the beginning there was nothing. Nothing except for the Triat, three supernatural forces made up of the Wyld, the Weaver, and The Wyrm. The Wyld is the creator, making absolute chaos. The Weaver is the preserver, who takes the Chaos and makes order with it. The Wyrm is the Destroyer, who takes what the Weaver and Wyld build and destroy it. The Trait agreed on everything until the creation of Gaia. The Wyld and The Weaver loved her, while the Wyrm wanted to destroy her.
Unknown to the rest of the Triat the Wyrm began to create evil forces to destroy Gaia. It created... The Banes. Theses dark spirits attacked Gaia, until she was able to create her own weapons, the beasts and the humans. The beasts fought fearlessly, but were unable to completely fend off the Banes. The Humans began taking from Gaia to create weapons, and eventually banished the Banes back into the darkness, and back to the Wyrm. Now safe, Gaia fell to sleep, and the earth settled. The beasts took just what they needed to survive, the humans however started to exploit the earth for their own gain.
While Gaia was sleeping the Wyrm returned again. It gave the Banes strength until they could taint even the strongest mind, and so came the Fomori. The Fomori would attach themselves to both Beasts and Humans, turning them into agents of the Wyrm. Soon regular humans began worshiping the Wyrm by their own free will. Firsts was the Enlightened Society of the Weeping Moon, who believed that the moon, embodied by the spirit Luna, would eventually fall to the Wyrm and destroy earth.
In modern times there came the Pentex, a shadowy company bent on world destruction. Every member had been tainted by the Wyrm and is on a mission to kill Gaia and destroy the earth. They rig oil spills and pollute the air, trying to destroy the environment, create chaos, and make an opening for the Wyrm to 'cleanse' the planet. All of the Wyrm cults believe that when the earth is destroyed they will ascend into higher beings along side the Wyrm.
Sub-consciously Gaia called for her greatest warriors to fight off the Wyrm. These, were the changing breeds. After hiding for millennium almost every one of the changing breeds was called to arms. In the bayous of Louisiana alligators threw themselves on to land, changing into humans in the process. On the shores of Australia sharks began to beach themselves, only to walk away moments later. Wolf's howls changed to human yells, bears mid-fight turned to hear the call. A massive change would soon occur, not just with the were-beasts, but with the whole world.

Setting

The game takes place about thirty years in the future. By then the only humans alive are part of Pentex or the Free Earth Armed Resistance. Most of the pollution is gone, and since the near extinction of the human race Pentex can't exactly destroy the world without their services, such as coal mining and oil drilling. Where you want to play is up to you although it should line up with

Rules

No Smut
Violence is allowed
No Power playing/God modding
Cursing is allowed to a certain extent
(Keep it minimal please)
NOT EVERY POST HAS TO HAVE A ROLL!
(I wanted a table top RP that has more in depth plot and character growth)
IF THERE IS AN ENCOUNTER SOMEONE @ME FOR THEIR STATS
(Just saying hey to a random NPC is okay, but if you want to fight them @me, also if there isn't any real action in a few turns I might make an encounter for you)
TO CHANGE FORMS YOU HAVE TO ROLL
(rolling a 6 would mean you could change into anything that is a 6, rolling anything less means you can't change)
ROLL TO DO STUFF THAT INVOLVES STATS
(You gotta roll to try and manipulate somebody)
YOU CAN HAVE MULTIPLE ROLLS IN ONE POST
(I try and manipulate rolled 8, manipulated, I try and look for enemies roll 1 (then I would roll to see whether or not there are any enemies)

Shops

Work in progress...

Races

playable

Humans

Your basic human
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm (Pentex)/Gaia (F.E.A.R.)

Ajaba

Were-hyenas
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Ananasi

Were-spiders
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm

Apis

Were-cattle
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Bastet

Were-cats
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Camazotz

Were-bats
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm

Corax

Were-crows
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm

Garou

Were-wolves
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Grondr

Were-boars
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Gurahl

Were-bears
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Kitsune

Were-foxes
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Mokolé

Were-reptiles
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Nagah

Were-snakes
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Nuwisha

Were-coyotes
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Rat-kin

Were-rats
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm

Rokea

Were-sharks
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Yeren

Were-apes
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Bunyip

Were-platypi
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Roc

Were-eagles
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Samsa

Were-cockroaches
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm

Kerasi

Were-rhinos
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Anurana

Were-frogs
Playable: Yes
Alignment: Gaia

Non-playable

Banes

Dark spirits form the Wyrm
Playable: No
Alignment: Wyrm

Black Spiral Dancers

Changing breeds who were tainted by the Wyrm
Playable: No
Alignment: Wyrm

Fomori

A human or beast controlled by a bane
Playable: No
Alignment: Wyrm

Vampires

A bloodsucking immortal, often tainted by the Wyrm
Playable: No
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Demons

Banes or cult humans who combine the forms of beast, human, and changing breeds, they are by far the strongest of the agents of the Wyrm
Playable: No
Alignment: Wyrm

The undying

Humans or beasts who have come back to life, often a gift given to them by the Wyrm
Playable: No
Alignment: Wyrm/Gaia

Character Sheet

Bio:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Species: (As were-form if, human delete this.)
Alignment: (Wyrm/Gaia none of the 'Chaotic neutral' stuff)
History: (Should tie in with stats)
Personality: (Should tie in with stats)
Appearance: (Should tie in with APP stat, pictures or writing)
Homid:
Anthros:(Optional)
Crinos:
Crocas: (Optional)
Animalia:


Stats: (Go for an 18, 17, 16, 15, 13, 12)
Strength: raw physical strength (STR + STA = How many LBS you can carry)
Dexterity: speed and ease of movement, covering both full body movement (i.e. gymnastics) and hand-eye coordination
Stamina: physical hardiness, including resistance to disease and physical trauma and how fast you can recover
Appearance: your level of attractiveness; may be raised temporarily with clothing or other adornment
Manipulation: how easily you bend others to your will, either through persuasion or threats
Intelligence: memory and raw brain power (also covers Perception - your ability to notice things, to perceive the world around you, through all your senses and Wits - quickness of thinking; measures how easily you make leaps of logic or intuition)

Inventory:
Weapons:
Items:
Artifacts:
Misc:

Tips

Changing types:
5 step (Ajaba Ananasi Bastet Camazotz Garou Grondr Gurahl Kitsune Nagah Nuwisha Rokea)
Homid - human form - difficulty 6
Anthros - near-man form - difficulty 7 (+STR 2, +STA 2, -APP 1, -MAN 1)
Crinos - the war form (mix of man and beast) - difficulty 8 (+STR 4, DEX +1, +STA 3, -MAN 3, -INT 1) FULL DELERIUM IN HUMANS
Crocas - near-beast form (a larger more powerful creature) - difficulty 7 (+STR 3, DEX +2, +STA 3, -MAN 3, -INT 2) FULL DELERIUM IN HUMANS (Rokea)
Animalia- beast form - difficulty 6 (+STR 1, DEX +2, +STA 2, -MAN 3, -INT 3)

3 step (Corax Mokolé Rat-kin Yeren Anurana Samsa Kerasi Roc Bunyip)
Homid - Human form - difficulty 6
Crinos - The war form - difficulty 8 (+STR 4, DEX +1, +STA 3, -MAN 3, -INT 1) FULL DELERIUM IN HUMANS
Animalia: Beast form - difficulty 6(+STR 1, DEX +2, +STA 2, -MAN 3, -INT 3)

Beginning equipment:
1 weapon*
1 artifact*
2 items*
3 misc*
*Starting gear must have an (S) for you to purchase it
**Recommended starting gear as an (RS)

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Brawn: Season 1, #1 (tying into She-hulk and Hulk in Gamma World)

Location: Tuscon AZ USA

"Interesting, very interesting. I muttered, taking my eyes off his computer for only a few seconds to eat before returning my attention to the page I was on.

It appears I was corrects about the existence of the Demon... even if it wasn't the way I was planning to learn. I quickly saved the picture of the demon sticking up his middle finger to my private file, although whether it was a demon or not was still up to debate, after all it was blue, had wings, and one massive horn sticking out the front of it's forehead. But still, it was a start.

"What's this about a demon? I thought we were looking for hulks." Asked my sister, Maddy from the video call, on the tab behind the tab behind the tab the picture of the demon was on.

"We are, but I have many other projects running along side it, I though by now you had decoded the hidden file.

"Oh, I have, and the one that has all the pictures of cheeseburgers-"

"We don't speak of the cheeseburger file, I was hungry and had just finished a complex equation and I was very- I turned to see the massive green beast struggle to pull itself through the door frame. Like myself, Kirby also changed forms when excited, and at about three years old the meant whenever he saw, smelled, or heard anything. "Hungry... Wait a minute Maddy... I think I found something."

* * *

The Cho family private jet was hidden away as usual. I had learned to fly it when he was twelve, and even after all this time he still got a shock of excitement when he saw it. This shock often caused a large amount of excitement, and as you know excitement causes Brawn.

"Shoot, this is going to keep happening isn't it." Growled the large green version of myself, stepping into the highly modified Learjet 60. I had rigged the auto-pilot to take him to the location showed on his laptop, тыਨਹੀਂአግኝში. "The made this to easy." I thought, quickly figuring out it meant you can't get in in a mix of Russian, Punjabi, Amharic, and Georgian, of course, if anyone could get in, it would be the seventh smartest human in the world, also known as Amedues Cho, literally the Brains and the Brawn.

I ran some tests on a computer program I had designed under the false name of Mo Chew, then sold the rights of it to myself for thirty thousand dollars. It had payed itself off as now the elite of the world had started to purchase program for thousands more then I had bought it from myself for. Eventually the diagnostics would reveal the location was called "Gamma Base," which to me sounded improper. At least call it The Gamma Base, or Gamma Base 15, or something. Anyhow, the Learjet would continue it's flight until it reached the destination, where I thought I would come across not just one Hulk, but two. Although in this day and age, there were plenty of gamma mutated people who weren't Bruce Banner or Jennifer Walters, the ones who he had hoped to find.

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Brawn: Season 1, #1

Location: Tuscon AZ USA

"Interesting, very interesting. Muttered Amadeus Cho, taking his eyes off his computer for only a few seconds to eat before returning his attention to the page he was on.

It appears I was corrects about the existence of the Demon... even if it wasn't the way I was planning to learn. He quickly saved the picture of the demon sticking up his middle finger to his private file, although whether it was a demon or not was still up to debate, after all it was blue, had wings, and one massive horn sticking out the front of it's forehead. But still, it was a start.

"What's this about a demon? I thought we were looking for hulks." Asked Amadeus's sister, Maddy from the video call, on the tab behind the tab behind the tab the picture of the demon was on.

"We are, but I have many other projects running along side it, I though by now you had decoded the hidden file.

"Oh, I have, and the one that has all the pictures of cheeseburgers-"

"We don't speak of the cheeseburger file, I was hungry and had just finished a complex equation and I was very- Amadeus turned to see the massive green beast struggle to pull itself through the door frame. Like Amadeus, Kirby also changed forms when excited, and at about three years old the meant whenever he saw, smelled, or heard anything. "Hungry... Wait a minute Maddy... I think I found something."

* * *

The Cho family private jet was hidden away as usual. Amadeus had learned to fly it when he was twelve, and even after all this time he still got a shock of excitement when he saw it. This shock often caused a large amount of excitement, and as you know excitement causes Brawn.

"Shoot, this is going to keep happening isn't it." Growled the large green version of Amadeus, stepping into the highly modified Learjet 60. He had rigged the auto-pilot to take him to the location showed on his laptop, тыਨਹੀਂአግኝში. "The made this to easy." thought Amadeus, quickly figuring out it meant you can't get in in a mix of Russian, Punjabi, Amharic, and Georgian, of course, if anyone could get in, it would be the seventh smartest human in the world, also known as Amedues Cho, literally the Brains and the Brawn.

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed] [Soon to be Concluded]

Collab Between @Raylah and @Kale19

The shuttle slowly swooped over the ocean and thick forests of the northern continent on its approach to the Omega station. “Home, sweet, home.” Jim peeked out of the window. It felt strange to be here again, taking a military transport to the front, as if nothing had happened. He looked over the horizon, almost expecting to see more aircrafts there, transporting an entire division to the front, and ready to bring the previous one home just as it had been done for years and years before the Gateway reopened.

But today it was just them, alone in the morning sky. Even the pterroes seemed to be occupied elsewhere and didn’t bother them. Nevertheless, the gunners still carefully searched the clouds and sky around them, just in case one decided to try and take them down.

The Omega station was positioned on a steep hill, surrounded by steel and concrete fortifications, with miles of forests cleared around it to prevent the enemy from sneaking closer. Under normal circumstances, the airspace around it would be busy with transporters and fighters coming and leaving, hundreds of soldiers getting ready for hot zone deployment or just coming back from combat to rest and resupply. Since the front had been halted, there was only a small crew of a couple of dozen men guarding the outpost. Jim was actually surprised they weren’t overrun by the Screechers yet.

After landing, he headed straight to the command center, noticing that several squads were getting ready to go out. He guessed that would be his men for the rescue/capture mission.

“Welcome to the Omega station, sir.” A dark skinned woman with a deep scar running down her cheek saluted him just as he entered.

“At ease, Major Galeski.” He looked around on all the screens showing the current front information, latest enemy movement intel, various topographic maps of the immediate and wider area, even current weather conditions and forecasts. He had spent so much time in command centers such as this one he could move around blindfolded. So many memories. “Any updates?”

“Nothing new, sir. The Hyperion is monitoring the crash area, but due to the cloudiness they couldn’t get any specific images. The exact spot is here,” she brought up a topographic map to the main screen. “212 miles north-west off here, deep within the red zone.”

“Any Screecher activity there? I am actually quite surprised that you guys are still holding this place. How many attacks do you get?”

“Actually, sir, since the front fighting stopped, the Screechers didn’t really show up here. We have had one or two smaller attacks which we repelled without any losses, but since then it has been quiet.” The woman shrugged. “Some men are saying that the natives are planning something big, some that they are too tired of fighting. Who knows what those primitives are thinking. We don’t have any scouts in the red zone, which means no accurate intel on the enemy movement. One of our pilots tried to do a flyover around the crash site, but the pterro activity there was very high, he barely made it back. I’m gonna send everything we have with you, but you will still have a hard time landing there.”

Everything was ready. Four squads, each in one transporter - they could fit way more men there, but since it was a rescue mission, they needed space to bring the survivors back. Each transporter had two gunners positioned at the sides of the craft. As an escort, they had six air-fighters, flown by experienced pilots. It was not much to go so deep in the combat zone, but it had to do.

Jim boarded one of the transporters and gave the signal to take off. “Hey guys,” he said to the radio open channel. “I’m Jim and I’ll be your Commander today.” He heard some quiet giggles in his earpiece. “Remember, we have no idea who or what was on the crashed ship. It might be humans from some other colony, it might be some weird-ass aliens. Our mission is simple - we are going to land near their wreck, pick everyone up and bring them to the transporters, willingly or not. No strangers are allowed to roam free on Ellara. So try not to kill anyone, that might be a bit problematic later, but if they resist, do not hesitate to use stun guns. We need to go in and out quickly, before all of the red zone hell converges on our position. Fighters will circle around us fighting the pterroes off before we are ready to go. Any questions?”

“Sir, I just wanna say that we are happy to go out again. Being stuck behind the walls was making us crazy.”

Jim smiled. “Let’s hope that feeling lasts when a horde of Screechers appears or a pterro tries to bite your butt off.”

“Ah, don’t worry.” The man slapped the exoskeleton over his buttcheek. “I got extra reinforced ass plating.”

The formation moved slowly over the thick forests and swamps, fortunately without any incidents. The wilderness might have seemed beautiful from up here, but all the men knew what dangers hid in there.

“Coming up on the crash site,” the transporter pilot reported. A thin pillar of smoke was visible from a distance, blackened parts of the ship scattered all around.

“Circle around, let’s see what we have here.”

~~~~~~~~

Kfuu looked down from the arms of a Pterro. “Ah man, this isn’t fun.”

“Not fun for you, worse for me.” This remark came from SGT. Jodie scott, who’s midsection was currently being slowly torn apart by a Pterro’s razor sharp teeth as she was carried off further from the crash site.

“Must be even worse if anyone else survived, the whole ship was filled with geyser gas, it’s probably starting to leak so-” The engineer was interrupted by a loud explosion, followed by a rain of debris.

“It would explode. Luckily most of the ship could handle that, just the damaged section would have any trouble.” Kfuu finished, as they began to go through a cloud.

“Wait Kfuu, shit up for a second.” Said Ralo, currently being held in the arms of a struggling pterro. If the guard wanted he could probably just snap the creature's legs, but he had loyalty to the group. “Do you hear aircraft?”

“Can’t say I do.” Responded SGT Rodgers, who managed, even with two broken legs, to clamber to the back of his pterro. “Although if there are, I hope they can help.”

“No, that’s definitely aircraft.” Argued Ralo.

“Uh, guys I think we're headed down.” Kfuu interrupted.

“Do you think they’re here to help us?” Asked SGT Scott.

“I’m not sure but I would hope so.” Said SGT Rodgers, continuing to ignore Kfuu.

“GUYS!” Yelled Kfuu, “We’re going down-” And with that the unlucky survivors were dropped in a large nest. All except SGT Rodgers, who had somehow managed to get a piece of rope in the Pterro’s mouth and was attempting to ride it.

“Just like… Riding… A bull.” Stammered SGT Rodegrs, on top of the bucking dinosaur like creature.

“Sergeant, you’ve never ridden a bull.” Just as SGT Scott reminded him he fell into the rocky nest.

“The least they could have done was made it comfortable, Eh Sarg?” Kfuu said, elbowing the bruised body of SGT Rodgers.

“Hopefully those aircraft will come soon.” Said SGT Scott looking off into the distance.

“I sure hope they don’t have anything to do with those monsters we encountered before.” Mumbled Ralo.

“I sure hope not.” SGT Scott agreed.

~~~~~~~~

The transporters were coming closer to the crashed ship while the fighters stayed up, circling around them, searching for potential enemies. “Sir, we have some movement down there,” Jim’s pilot reported. “But… nah, it’s just a couple of crocoes. They do appear to be fighting over something though.”

Jim shivered. These beasts were native to the northern continent, discovered only after the first soldiers disembarked on its shores. It seemed that Ellara always had a way of throwing some new monstrosities in their faces. “Let’s go down and see if…” His orders were interrupted by a loud explosion that shook the ship violently. Jim hit the side wall, then the ceiling, then the floor, then the wall again before the pilot got the craft back under control. The rest of the men were no better, one big pile of metal stacked up on the side of the cargo space. Thank god they have been wearing their combat suits, which dampened most of the hits.

“Shit, what was that? Everybody alright?” After receiving a quick report, he had to admit they were lucky. All the transportes were at a safe distance, so the blast wave roughened them up a bit, but didn’t send them crashing to the ground. The exoskeletons prevented any serious damage to the men - out of 24 people that were going on the ground, only two were no longer in a fighting condition, and it was only due to a broken arm and a concussion, nothing serious.

The pilot kept scanning the wreckage to see if there would be any followup explosions. “We can’t say what caused it, sir. It might have been some sort of a reactor overload, weapons malfunction, an explosion of whatever was in the cargo hold.”

Jim sighed, knowing that due to their orders, they will still have to land and go check the site for survivors. Although he had no idea how anyone could survive that.

“Sir, this is Phantom 3,” one of the fighter pilots said into the comms. “I have a large group of pterroes leaving the area and they appear to be carrying something.”

Now this was finally some good news. Pterroes liked to bring their prey home alive, to let the young ones do the killing. A nasty death, being torn apart by their sharp claws and tiny teeth. They were pretty smart too, quickly learning that their claws can’t penetrate the metal of the combat suits, they flew the soldiers to a great height before releasing them. The exosuit cracked on ground impact, and the beasts had an open table.

“Phantom 3, follow them from a safe distance, and ping the nest position. The rest make a formation and follow Phantom 3.” The aircrafts elegantly assumed correct positions and slowly moved towards the closest mountain range.

“We’ve got at least eight bogeys in the air, one is hovering near the nest. I’m counting three figures in the nest. They look human from back here, although two of them are significantly larger. And there is… what the FUCK? Oh my, I don’t fucking believe this!”

Jim cursed. “Phantom 3, use words! Report what you see!”

“Uh, sir, there is a… man. Riding a pterro.”

“Come again?”

“I repeat, there is a fourth human, he is sitting on the back of the pterro nearest to the nest, and he is attempting to… ride it.”

Jim blinked a couple of times, speechless. Who the hell were these people? “Alright guys, let's focus and do our job. Phantoms, engage the airborne enemies, watch out for more taking off from nearby nests. Ignore the one with the human for now, we will try to help him from the ground.” Somehow. How, that was beyond Jim right now.

“Nevermind that, sir, he fell off.”

“Limo 1 lands in this nest, Limoes 2 and 3 search the nests to the north east. Limo 4 remains in the air as backup.” Even though the nests were quite sturdy and spacious, it was not a good idea to put too many people in one.

Jim’s transport hovered just a few inches above the nest surface and seven men in combat exosuits armed with rifles jumped out. They could hear cannons and missiles from above where fighters were engaged in air combat with several adult pterroes. “Make a perimeter around the survivors, watch out for the younglings.” While the young reptiles couldn’t fly yet, they were still a considerable enemy. The worst part was that a nest of this size could easily hold more than two dozen of them. Jim’s men had to go in and out quickly.

“I’m Commander Harlowe from the Undefeated, the nation living on this planet.” Jim rushed over to the strangers, taking only a split second to notice that two of them were unusually large, pale and their eyes seemed… weird. “If you can get up and walk, I suggest…” His words were interrupted by gunfire. A bunch of young pterroes have appeared and started to attack his men. “I suggest you move to the transport, so we can get the hell out of here!” Jim yelled so they could hear him over the noise and pointed towards Limo 1, which was still hovering just above the nest floor, a few meters away from them.

~~~~~~~~

The survivors of the “35” crash weren’t too surprised when the ships arrived. Three out of the four of them had heard them, and SGT Scott had seen them arriving from a mile or two away. The Abberians just squinted and tried to adjust their eyes. The virus was supposed to give them thousands of years of evolution on their side, but really it mostly just made them blind in daylight.

“I told you, dudes, I knew they were peaceful.” Said Kfuu, trying to make out a better picture of Commander Harlowe.

“Kfuu, the whole time you were arguing that they would try to-” Ralo started.

“Well let’s not dwell on the past, am I right or am I right?” Kfuu interrupted. “Because I’m pretty sure they're not going to eat us.” He said slowly walking backwards into the aircraft.

“Anyways, I’m Ralo and these two need medical help.” Said Ralo, gesturing to the two injured humans. Then he stood up, grabbed a Pterro who had somehow doged the gunfire and tossed it clean over the side of the nest. With one step he pulled himself onto the aircraft, and immediately banged his head on the top. Although being ten feet tall is okay in places built for you, a small aircraft is not.

“Hi, um we’re bleeding to death over here so if one of you could like…” Said the almost dead body of SGT Scott.

“Wait, SGT Scott, I just got a message from the dead drift.” Whispred SGT Rodgers.

“Never mind, we're not bleeding to death anymore.” Said SGT Scott, attempting to roll closer to SGT Rodgers.

“It’s dated fifth hour, ninth day, cycle three.”

“Okay, and?”

“The date right now is third hour, first day, cycle one, but that’s not the important part, did you see the star go supernova?”

“No.”

“Well right before we left it did, and it’s pulling the dead drift into it.”

“Ah… So… This is bad then?”

“Real bad.”

~~~~~~~~

Jim watched as two of the strangers rushed to Limo 1. They seemed really weird - huge and strong, yes, but strangely primitive. Not even starting about their eyes. The other two, who looked much more human-like, stayed on the ground. Jim has only now noticed that the woman was bleeding profoundly from a deep stomach wound and the man who was previously trying to ride a pterro had his legs twisted in weird angles.

They were whispering something amongst themselves, but Jim found that understandable. He could see they were military people and they were about to be taken by another military force, potentially hostile, so they were probably debating which things they can divulge in case of an interrogation.

"Medic! You two!" He summoned two of the soldiers that came with him. "Help this man into a transport." Soldiers rushed in, carefully picked the injured man up, and carried him over to Limo 1. Meanwhile, the squad's medic knelt beside the woman.

"She needs surgery right away, there is not much I can do for her here," he said as he applied pressure bandages in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "Even if we leave right now, she'll be lucky if she survives long enough to get to the Omega outpost. I can try to stabilize her while onboard the transporter."

"Do what you can." Jim saw and heard that a fight was going on in another nest as well. "Any signs of other survivors?"

"Negative. We're already one man down, we are retreating to the Limo."

"Sir, the airspace is filling with hostiles fast, we need to go now."

Jim expected to hear this report from the fighter pilots even sooner. This was obviously a huge pterro colony and they were determined to fight to protect it. It was time they got out of there. They held the fireline before the last survivor was carefully carried to the transporter and then jumped in. Jim was not happy about losing a soldier but had to admit it was a huge success to lose just one person on such a dangerous mission.

The aircrafts were heading back towards the Omega outpost at the top speed possible. Onboard Limo 1, the medic was desperately trying to keep the injured woman alive. The man with broken legs was given anesthetics, enough to dull the pain, but not too much to allow him to stay awake. Even though Ralo spoke to them first, Jim had the feeling that the big guys were just simple grunts and the broken-leg man was in charge.

“Welcome to Ellara,” he turned to him. “What brings you to our wonderful planet?”

~~~~~~~~

‘Well, we’re not here by choice, I'll tell you that. We exited the gateway and managed to hover for a few seconds, before plummeting and crashing to the jungle floor.” Explained SGT Rodgers, Shooing off the person tending to wounds.

“Then we got picked up by those birdy things after watching a crocy thing eat an Abberian.” Added Kfuu, standing up to his full height, probably trying to intimidate some of the humans. “Then our ship exploded, which hopefully didn’t bother you guys too much.”

“Kfuu, Ralo get over here.” Whispered SGT Rogers harshly.

“Sorry, we got some ‘our planet’ business to attend to. What is it Sarg?”

“Stop calling me that, long story short the Dead drift’s star went supernova. They're building a ship, but it won't be done in time.”

“Then send ‘em a message! Oh… sorry that was loud Sarg.”

“I know Kfuu, I know. And I can’t, by the time the message reaches them they’ll either be all dead or all gone.”

“What about the Abberians Sergant? Are they able to exit the planet?” Asked Ralo.

“They are, in fact they’re helping build the ship, not sure how that happened though.”

“Interesting.” Whispered Kfuu. “Nothing interesting over here at all guys! How ‘bout you just take us to your leader!

“What the Heck was that Kfuu?” Asked Ralo, honestly not knowing what just happened.

“I think I just covered our tracks pretty well, Ralo. Even if I do say so myself.”

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Brawn: Season 1, #1