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Godzilla: YATAGARASU, a kaiju fighting RP interest check and signups!

So are we all supposed to be a part of the same unit? Like are we the crew of the Gotengo, or are we in separate parts of YATAGARASU?

Godzilla RP?

Yeah, when I mentioned hovercraft I was specifically picturing the Gotengo from Godzilla Final Wars. As for other advanced military tech, it would be cool if they had something that could actually damage a kaiju. I've seen way too many scenes of Godzilla stepping on useless tanks.

Godzilla RP?

Yes. I'm a huge Godzilla fan, owning most of the movies, but I've never done a Godzilla RP before. I concur that it makes sense for us to play as humans and not kaiju. But as anti-kaiju forces, I wonder what kind of technology we are starting with? Obviously I don't think we would start with something like Mechagodzilla, but do we have some sci-fi stuff, like masers or hoverships?

Titans Academy

Finished my character and sent it to @Omega Man.

Star Wars - Invasion [multiverse spaceship RP]

@Sep
Sorry to double post, but does the like you gave mean that the Starjammer is accepted?

Star Wars - Invasion [multiverse spaceship RP]

So like I said before I wanted to play as a second ship. So before I posted again as the Ark (which should be tomorrow), I wanted to get my second sheet up for review. For anyone who knows about the ship I picked, I tried to place it as it was written in the early to late 90s. Also, the Ark will go to Coruscant, while if the Starjammer is accepted it's going to Mandalore. Maybe. I could change my mind by tomorrow. Anyways here's the sheet for the Starjammer.

The Starjammer

Name of Ship:

The Starjammer

Home Universe/Name of Franchise:

Marvel Comics (Earth-616)

Ship Class:

Heavily modified Fearless-class Shi’ar Dreadnought

Role:

Battleship

Physical Description/Image:

Image of ship. Blueprints of ship.

Physical Size (roughly):

201,755 feet

Armament/Complement (roughly):

• 10x 30 m Particle Beam Cannons
• 8x 42 m Particle Beam Cannons
• 10x 27 m High Joule Particle Beam Cannons

History of the Ship:

The Shi’ar Empire was one of the most powerful in its home reality. Extending across multiple galaxies, the Shi’ar were a force to be reckoned with. Under the rule of Emperor D’Ken, this power grew steadily as system after system fell against the Emperor’s expansion. One of the ways that the Shi’ar Empire expanded was through the use of Fearless-class Dreadnoughts, massive ships that the other alien species could not do anything against.

It was under this horrible rule of D’Ken that four prisoner met. Christopher, Hepzibah, Ch’od, and Raze were all sent to a Shi’ar slave pit for one reason or another. It was there that they came up with a crazy plan to escape. Fate smiled on them that day as not only did they manage to get out of the slave pit, they stole a newly built Shi’ar dreadnought, one sitting in dry-dock around the planet.

Dubbing the ship the Starjammer, these four would fight against the Shi’ar Empire as pirates. They would quick become the talk of the galaxy, the intergalactic media dubbing them the Starjammers. Allies would flock to them, as different forces wanted to end the reign of Emperor D’Ken.

The end of D’Ken would come when the X-Men, mutant heroes from the planet Earth, became involved. In a complicated battle D’Ken would be ousted from the throne, his sister Lilandra taking the role of Empress. Christopher would also discover that Cyclops and Havok of the X-Men were actually his long lost sons.

The Starjammers would be pardoned by the new Empress of the Shi’ar. From then on they would continue to fight tyranny, operating as space pirates against the many corrupt regimes of the universe.

Notable Crew:

• Christopher Summers aka Corsair (Captain)
• Hepzibah (First Mate)
• Ch’od (Ship Mechanic)
• Raza Longknife (Ship Security)
• Sikorsky (Ship Doctor)
• Cr’reee (Ship Mascot)
• Carol Danvers aka Binary (Ship Pilot)
• Waldo (Head of Droid Workforce)
• Alexander Summers aka Havok (Ship Guest)
• Lorna Dane aka Polaris (Ship Guest)

Unique Technology:

• 1x Shi'ar Par-Meson hyperlight engine
• 1x Force field generator
• 1x Teleportation System (50,000 km range)

Crew Size:

Currently 8 biological beings. 700 robot droid units.

Faction/Operator/Owner:

The Starjammer Pirates

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

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Dumas had liked his idea. It seemed like the best thing to do, playing up on the ancestral connections of Pixies and Elves. The only issue was that it seemed like only Dumas spoke Elven. It would be hard to ingrain themselves with the Elven locales if they couldn’t even speak their tongue. So Dumas figured that meant that Anki and Catherine would have nothing to do, as having two outsiders around him might make Dumas seem less authentic.

But before Dumas could voice his concerns, Catherine began to explain a potion she had that was not quite an invisibility potion. Dumas had totally ruled out the idea that the Alchemist had said potion as he knew they were costly and temperamental in nature. But what Catherine had created sounded nearly as good. The Alchemist and the Princess would disguise themselves as random pedestrians, while Dumas was about actively engaging with the Elven folk.

Princess Anki confirmed the plan, stating that they would meet up after two hours to discuss what had been learned. She was also gracious enough to ask if everyone was satisfied with the plan.

“I will gladly perform my role Princess,” Dumas stated fiercely.

Dumas then began to run through the complexities of the Elven language in his head. Years of class in the Deep Wood and instances of actually meeting Elves began to flow through his mind. After about a minute of thinking, Dumas was ready to converse.

“I shall leave you both now,” Dumas stated, “And return in two hours time.”

The Pixie began to leave her highness and the Alchemist. But then he decided that he should make himself more presentable. Stopping in front of a large metal piece of Elf art, Dumas could see himself in the reflection of the tempered steel creation.

Dumas moved around his clothing, attempting to make it even and not wrinkled, as if he hadn’t been wearing it for days. At least he had gotten a chance to wash it aboard the Captain Almira’s ship.

The last thing Dumas did to prepare was pull out a leaf out of his herb pack. It was a common leaf used by Pixies to gain a little extra energy and turn a bad mouth odor into a pleasant aroma. The leaf was also used by many Elves, the smell of it quite pleasing to a lot of people.

With proper attire and fresh breath, Dumas began to walk toward the centre of a market area in the Elven Quarter. Rather than just approaching anyone, Dumas began to scan the square for an Elf of importance.

After a minute or two, Dumas spotted a seemingly older Elf. While neither his skin sagged or his eyes looked tired as they would on a human, the giveaway that this Elf was older was his stark white hair. Dumas wondered how long it took for an Elf’s hair to turn white.

However, based on his garments and the aura he projected around him, Dumas was pretty confident that he was some kind of elder of the community. The Pixie then figured out what he was going to say before he approached the older Elf.

“Honored Elder, may I take up some of your time?” Dumas asked, his Elven not all that bad.

“Yes brother Pixie you may,” the Elf replied.

Dumas noted that he called him brother Pixie. That was a good sign. This Elf seemed old enough to have heard the stories of Elves and Pixies in the wild, before the coming of Humans.

“I represent a Lord Rhode of the Pixies of Oberia,” Dumas said, knowing that he had a slight Oberian accent, “He has dispatched me south to inquire about an old friend, a she-Elf from this area. You see he wished to reconnect with her, though he knows not what name she is currently using or what visage she enchants herself with.”

“That’s not much to go on. Do you know more?” the Elf elder asked.

“I was told that she would appear like any other Elf here in Cendana. It’s actually quite urgent. Some of the only information we have found makes it appear that she has joined in with a bad lot. Apparently a cult or worse, practicing dark magic. Lord Rhode would truly like to find and save her before things become worse. Have you seen anyone like that?”

Dumas stopped talking, hoping the elder would believe his made up story. Granted some parts were true, mainly this she-Elf falling in with a dangerous cult, that of the Dark Lord.

As Dumas awaited a response, he quickly scanned around the square, trying to locate Anki and Catherine. But either they weren’t there or their potions were working properly and they just appeared to Dumas as Elves walking about town.

@Kumbaris @13org

Digimon: The Parallel Visage

O B A D A I C H I

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Daichi wondered what DoKunemon had meant by him being her servant? He didn’t feel obligate to work for anyone, always imagining himself running his own business. So why was he supposed to work for this small worm? Especially a slimy one, he thought as he noticed the semi-transparent goo trailing behind DoKunemon.

Daichi decided to back away from the creature. He then headed toward the girl in the wind breaker, figuring that she was taking charge of the situation. As he did so, one of the pink fairy creatures began to speak. In less than a minute Daichi had learned that he was in a parallel dimension, one where these creatures called Digimon were the dominant species. It was a lot to take in initially, but then Daichi remembered reading about Multiverse Theory. There were apparently an infinite amount of dimensions, where everything that could potentially happen does happen. The question was how exactly did Daichi and the other humans cross into this dimension?

The pink Digimon then mentioned that humans have to be summoned to this world, but had no clue who had summoned. More questions, thought Daichi. Who had drawn this small group here? Why them? As they all seemed to be teenagers, was this something about youth. Surely an adult with a complete skill set would be of more use to the whoever the summoner was.

It was then revealed that humans in this world are supposed to have a Digimon partner to aid them. Looking around, Daichi quickly realized that DoKunemon was supposed to be his partner. Great, he thought. This was on exasperated by the fact that some Digimon were hostile and might attack on sight. Daichi didn’t think the two-foot tall worm that was his partner would be able to do much in battle.

Then the two pink fairy Digimon began to leave, only for the girl who was taking lead stooped down in front of the one who had been explaining. Its sister looked nervous when confronted by the girl. They began to talk, but it was soft enough that Daichi couldn’t hear.

“Now do you understand? We’re a couple, a Queen and her brave Knight,” stated DoKunemon as she slid over to Daichi.

“I thought it was more of a fifty/fifty thing with being partners,” Daichi replied.

“Fifty/fifty never works. The one with the power should govern. And since I’m a Digimon and your just a human, I am the one with the power.”

Again Daichi appraised DoKunemon. While small and slow moving, she had a fierceness to her that intrigued him. That and she wasn’t that monstrous looking, at least compared to what Daichi had envisioned when the fairy Digimon had spoken of hostile Digimon. But there was one thing still bugging Daichi.

“Do you have to leave a trail of slime behind you?” Daichi asked.

“That’s a dumb question. It’s like asking a Gazimon if it needs to shed its fur,” replied DoKunemon, “At least with my slime it doesn’t smell, it doesn’t stain things, and it dissolves after a few minutes.”

“That’s good to know.”

Figuring that he should mark some of these details down, Daichi pulled out a fresh notebook out of his messenger bag. It was only as he did so did he acknowledge that whatever had summoned him here also brought his bag. It must of been the same deal for the others, Daichi noting that one of the guys had a skateboard.

Daichi then began to write everything he knew about DoKunemon on the first page. As he did so, his Digimon partner slid over to the two fairy Digimon siblings.

“So I’ve heard stories of Digimon and humans becoming partners before, so I get that,” said DoKunemon, “But isn’t there more to it? Like a wise old Digimon to mentor them? A home base? Or I’ve heard a few stories of a magical item that links the human and Digimon’s connection? Do we have any of those?”

As DoKunemon spoke she noticed the light from above glinting off something in the sister Digimon’s hand.

“You sure you’re telling us everything?” questioned DoKunemon.

That Daichi heard as he walked over to DoKunemon and the human girl. It had seemed strange that these two fairy Digimon were here before we awoke, only offering the most basic rundown of where we were, and were no trying to bolt. It was awfully suspicious to Daichi, his violet eyes narrowing at the two fairy Digimon.

Titans Academy

@Omega Man
Cool. I was being really indecisive about which character concept to pick, so I'll go with your choice. I'll start working on a character sheet that will probably be sent to you sometime this weekend.

Star Wars - Invasion [multiverse spaceship RP]

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The gold colored starship known as the Ark slid through the narrow space in between the asteroid belt that populated this solar system. Yet again it seemed like this system was a bust. The Ark had already passed by a few gas giant planets. Ahead of them closer to this system’s red star, were a few smaller planets. However, Science Officer Hound had already confirmed that these planets were too close to the star. The heat of it would melt the Autobot’s metallic bodies.

“Bumblebee, lead us out of the system,” ordered the ship’s commander, Optimus Prime.

“Can do Optimus,” replied the yellow colored Helmsman known as Bumblebee.

Moving the controls with a controlled grip, the smaller Cybertronian led the Ark just over a frozen moon, one Hound said had frozen acid oceans. Turning the Ark around, Bumblebee did begin to leave the unnamed star system.

“Trailbreaker, can you pull up the star chart,” ordered Optimus Prime, “I want to go over the nearby systems.”

“Right,” replied Trailbreaker as he brought the relevant file onto the main viewing screen of the Ark’s command deck.

Optimus’ optics poured over the various hobbled together maps. He wasn’t sure what he would find this time compared to the countless cycles he had spent staring at it, trying to find a secret planet a new home. The problem was that most of this part of space was not investigated thoroughly.

The few maps that were stored aboard the Ark were incomplete, some taken from the files of an empire that no longer existed. It would have been much easier if the Autobots would be accepted on any planet near Cybertron. But no species wanted to get involved in the Cybertronians’ civil war.

Now they had spent kilo-cycles traveling away from civilization. It had been two kilo-cycles since they had come into contact with any other surviving Autobots. Optimus hoped to Primus that at least some of their kind now had a home.

Optimus Prime once again found nothing on the star charts. The leader of the Autobots let out a metallic sigh.

“Teletraan I, please patch me in to Engineering,” order Optimus.

A vaguely feminine voice replied, “Patching you through now.”

The maps disappeared off the view screen, replaced with the face of Chief Engineer Wheeljack.

“Prime, what can I do for you?” asked Wheeljack.

“I need an assessment on our Energon reserves?” replied Prime.

“Well, we’re alright for now. But having a little stockpiled isn’t so bad.”

“Alright, then could Hound and you prepare a survey team to assess this system. There could be potential for creating Energon here.”

“Right, I’ll get on that Optimus.”

The Autobot commander leaned back into his command chair. It felt a little bit better on his back. Like many Cybertronians, Optimus had wondered why their creator gave them sensations and emotions. Surely it would of been easier to make simple machines. But the devout would say it was all part of Primus’ plan.

Optimus Prime continued to think about his creator as he stared out at the darkness now engulfing the view screen. His optics could see faint pinpricks of light, stars, off in the distance. But the primary light in the dark was the red glow of the dying star at the centre of this solar system.

They had been traveling for so long, and yet there was so much more for the crew of the Ark to see. It was a prevailing theory back on Cybertron that the universe would expand forever, an endless frontier to explore. That thought made Optimus hopeful as it meant there were infinite opportunities to find a new home for the Autobots.

Optimus Prime’s musings were cut short by him being addressed by Bluestreak, the Communications Officer.

“Prime, we’ve got an SOS. Some guys called the Pletonites. Say they’re being attacked by Cybertronians,” Bluestreak rapidly explained.

“Cybertronians?” questioned Optimus.

But he knew the answer already. Whenever anyone mentioned Cybertronians anymore, it was always Megatron and his horde of Decepticons. And there weren’t enough Autobots left to change this perspective that the other alien species had of the sons of Cybertron.

“Confirming that a dreadnought has entered Pletonite space. They have no planetary defense systems. All ships in orbit are being destroyed by dreadnought,” stated Bluestreak.

Optimus Prime knew that the Decepticons had been scouring the galaxy, looking for the Autobots, and destroying anything in their way.

“Trailbreaker, please bring up all relevant data the Pletonites,” ordered Optimus.

A second later, countless files littered the view screen.

“Confirming that we have Pletonite coordinates saved. We could take a space bridge there,” stated Trailbreaker.

Optimus paused briefly, weighing what he would do next. Even using the space bridge once would significantly drain the ever lowing reserves of Energon aboard the Ark, much less using it twice. There was also mention of a dreadnought, a fierce Decepticon ship that outclasses the Ark in many ways. Plus there were many non-combatants aboard, Cybertronians who just wanted to escape Megatron without fully joining the Autobots.

“Optimus, we need a decision,” said Chief Tactical Officer Prowl.

Optimus paused once more, only for Bluestreak to confirm, “Getting confirmation that the Decepticons have begun bombarding the surface of the planet. Major cities are going dark. All communications have ended.”

Optimus slumped backward into his chair. Had his second of indecision cost the lives of a whole planet? Perhaps if they went they would also be dead, but at least they would have done the right thing.

“Optimus,” someone said, the voice not registering, “Optimus. We couldn’t have stopped it.”

The Autobot leader finally realized that Bumblebee was talking. Optimus could sense that all optics on the command deck were locked on him. Expecting him to say something.

“Hound, please continue to form a resource survey team with Wheeljack,” ordered Optimus.

Optimus knew that he had a duty to his crew, but as an Autobot he had sworn a duty to all the peoples of the universe. Optimus thought back to his speech from when he was sworn in as the new Prime: Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.

It was his duty to fight monsters like Megatron, to defend those in need. It was the Autobot way, and sometimes he forgot that. But the Ark was a ship of the Autobot Alliance, an alliance that swore to combat evil.