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Humanity's Last Army

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“Once upon a time, we stood upon the precipice of human achievement. We didn’t just look to the stars– we conquered them. Human civilization spanned through the entire galaxy. Rumors have it that we were a hair-breadth away from discovering something big, something to take us outside the galaxy. But I digress, what’s lost is lost. What I can tell you though, is what’s happening now. The stars are foreign to us, and our old homes are gone. Even though we once at some point touched the stars, we were burned in the process.

Make no mistake: We are not winning. In fact, we once populated seven hundred forty-three star systems. Now, we only have one: The Old Solar System, Humanity’s original home. Ruins of the ancient world litter the nine planets, and the only thing we can do now is scavenge from them and beat the invaders back.

This is where you come into play, soldier. Currently, we are planning the largest counter-offensive in Human history. Forty-four billion people are left in the Solar System, and we are planning to mobilize every able-bodied man and woman willing to fight for our survival. Now, will you fight for your place in the galaxy, or will you be wiped from the slate of history? Now is the time to decide. Find your local recruiter, and enlist in Humanity’s Army today!

The Year is 3029 A.D.. However, if and when we succeed, we will begin a new era, an era of our resurgence! Victoria ad Omnes Pretium!”


RP Overview

This is a Sci-Fi military rp, emphasis on the Sci-fi part. The technology level is somewhere between Halo and Mass effect, with limited FTL travel. Basically, we have some marginally technologically advanced post-apocalyptic stuff to work with. So no lasers (For the Humans anyway). Despite this, I believe that this gives room for more creative technology rather than just having lazor beamz.

The 18+ tag is meant mostly for blood, gore, and stuff like that. While romance is okay, and maybe encouraged due to the relationships and bonds that form during times of hardship, keep away from the graphic stuff within that category.

Again, the year is 3029, and Humanity has been forced out of their golden age. In fact, they’ve been forced almost a thousand years into the past, when they were just a primitive civilization first reaching out into the stars. The Bulwark, a conglomeration of allied alien races, is trying to wipe out Humanity for unknown reasons.

The setting of the RP is, of course, the Solar System. From the frontier of the Oort cloud to the Maginot Stronghold on Earth, calls come in from everywhere between, whether it be rebels, cultists, splinter groups, or the Bulwark.

Now, enough with the exposition. Who will YOU be roleplaying as? Well, you’re a grunt in the army’s 11 billion. To Humanity, you are a faceless soldier ready to fight and die for an inch of land. With that in mind, your characters of course will be different, the ones who are fated to jump from the crap to the cream. To start off, you will be a part of the 588th Defensive Army, stationed on the front lines of the Kuiper belt. Eventually, you will make it up the ranks, and gain access to more advanced technology in order to fend off Humanity's greatest threat.

Character Sheet

Name: (If you don’t know what this is…)

Age: (Conscription affects people as young as 15 and as old as 40, and volunteers can be of any age, as long as they are physically fit to the military’s standard).

Race: (Although it is called “Humanity’s army”, a few aliens have sympathized with the Humans. I’ll mention the available races later. Also, racism and xenophobia are prevalent).

Sex: (Male, female, or attack helicopter).

Character Trait: (A descriptor of a certain ability your character may be good at. It doesn’t have to be a combat-useful ability, though you can do that if you want.

Character Personality: (Their personality).

Character Background: (Their background, like where they came from).

Curio: An item or two your character carries around for sentimental reasons. (Optional).

Appearance: (An image, if possible).

Alien Species of the Bulwark

The following are code names given to a number of alien races that make up the Bulwark. The actual names of these races are not known, as their languages are nearly indecipherable by current technology. More species are being discovered as the war goes on.

The Argon

A technologically advanced species whose home planet originates from the Sigma Sagittarii star system. Other than that, their history is shrouded in mystery. Makes up a significant portion of the Bulwark infantry, and typically, one of their soldiers is about equal to five of ours. On average, they are between 2-3 meters tall.

The Brumak

A species of giant stone-like organisms. Originating from the surface of Sirius B, they average five to seven meters tall. Typically outfitted as frontline breakthrough units or siege units. Use heavy weapons against them.

Human-2

A species of disturbingly similar organisms to Humans, at least in the physical aspect. Originating from Kepler 438b, they are used as infiltrators, and are nearly indistinguishable from normal Humans. Psychologically, they are different than Humans only in the way that they feel and act towards subjects relating to the Bulwark.

Griks

Cannon fodder for the Bulwark, these are pale, dull creatures of unknown origin to be used as meat shields. However, do not underestimate them, as they rush out into battle with a disturbing ferocity, gladly laying down their lives for the goals of the Bulwark, and have the physical strength of a fully grown ape.

Wisserams

Highly intelligent, frail creatures use their gangly arms to dissect our technology so that they can adapt to our strategy and tactics. If you see one, kill it and retrieve its brain.

Celestial

Not clearly defined, there have been no recorded sightings of even a single one, though their effects on space can be observed. Possible examples include cosmic events such as black holes, white holes, quantum tunneling, and possibly even the creation of alternate universes. However, this is all theoretical and hardly confirmed. Do not engage.

NPCS

Supreme Leader Malveil

Age: 150

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Character Trait: Born to Lead

Character Personality: Malveil is a beacon of inspiration for his troops, and Humanity in general. When he speaks, everyone listens. A pragmatic and practical leader, he has no qualms with sacrificing a platoon of soldiers to earn an inch of land. No one dares face his wrath, as he will destroy all who stand in the way of Humanity.

Character Background: Malveil is one of the few witnesses of the Fall, and still clearly remembers life on his home planet, Kepler-442b. Due to Pre-Fall medical technology, he has a much longer lifespan than to be expected from the average human. Despite his memories, he does not talk about the past often. His reasons for this are unknown. What is known however, is that he enlisted in the military in 2930 at the age of 51 and fought his way up the ranks until he eventually became the Supreme Leader of Humanity.

Curio: He keeps his family heirloom, a refurbished 1,500 year old dueling pistol (functional) with him at all times, and refuses to carry any other sidearm.

Intel Sergeant Barry Murphy

Age: 34

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Character Trait: Skeptical

Character Personality: Barry is tough, and skeptical of nearly everything, but knows that his personal biases and reservations must be set aside for the good of Humanity, no matter who or what troubles him. He has a fascination with history, mostly with the patterns of actions that people tend to follow throughout history, like a neverending loop.

Character Background: Barry Murphy comes from a family rich with military history. The most well-renowned of them served the former United States during the global conflict known as World War II, more than a millennium ago. The name of this soldier is lost to time, but it is said that he fended off an army by himself.

Curio: He has a certain poem recited in his head, a poem that tells the tale of a battle during World War II.

Linda “Dusk” Lee

Age: 27

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Character Trait: Cool-Headed

Character Personality: Linda is able to stay calm in the most chaotic and dangerous situations. Even if a bomb exploded nearby, she wouldn’t as much as flinch. She is able to harness this eerily calm and collected demeanor and use it to improve her marksmanship as a scout-sniper for the 588th Defensive army.

Character Background: Linda, or “Dusk”, as she prefers to be called, grew up in a small, icy town on Proxima Centauri b. Growing up, food was scarce due to the alien panic, and since more and more rations were being delivered to the Old Solar System, the people on Proxima Centauri b fought and killed each other over the scraps that were left. Dusk was the only one who could fend for her family, and she did so with deadly efficiency. Before the evacuation ships came to her planet, she had killed 37 people for their supplies. Now, she serves as a scout sniper for the 588th Defensive Army, Ghost Division.

Curio: Dusk carries with her a special round, a bullet that is rumored to have been passed down her family for generations. Of course, it cannot function inside a modern weapon.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Post is up

The Crucible - Winner Take All

As Saria’s rowboat began to crumble into burnt chunks as she reached the shore, the floor crumbled, and she sank waist-deep into the water, which steamed and sizzled due to her still-present aura of fire. As she stumbled out of the sea, her aura burned the rest of the water away from her armor.

A seething pain gnawed away at her insides, like she had swallowed a handful of razors and chased it with a vat of acid. It clouded her thinking, therefore her only goal was to find her opponent and kill him. She grabbed her phylactery, switching it on and filling the mic with words that practically dripped with rage.

“Where’s my enemy, huh? Where is he! Bring me to him, and he will die!”

Saria coughed, clutching her abdomen, where the acidic pain felt the worst.

Damn this place. What cowardly monster intends to kill its opponent after it has died? I’m bloody happy that the bastard sunk along with the ship; It can give Rose my regards.

Seconds passed, and still no answer came from the phylactery. Her frenzy, combined with the burning poison, combined with just plain annoyance and fury began to overwhelm her, and a raging animosity building up within her suddenly burst.

She gripped her phylactery with so much force she was surprised it didn’t break. Losing her patience after hearing no answer from the announcer, or anyone at all, she screamed into the little pendant.

“Do you FUCKING HEAR ME? Tell me where the cheeky bastard is in the next five seconds, or else after I kill him, I’m going to find the college and PERSONALLY SKULLFUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WITH MY FISTS!”

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Gonna try to post today or early tomorrow.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

The Blood Devil

What. The. Bloody. Hell. Is. That.

Saria barely had time to answer her own question before the horrid thing rushed towards her like a wave. She dodged out of the way, the black mass missing her by less than an inch, its black appendages grasping for her legs as she hit the railing, stopping her from falling overboard.

Now on full alert, Saria drew her blade and tried to slice the heads apart, but her blade simply chinked the monster’s rough hide; minimal damage being inflicted, if at all. It was too late to try and dodge this time, and the nightmarish creature slammed into her full-force, bending the railing behind her.

She felt something in her torso give, and a sharp pain shot its way through her body. Blood found a way up her throat. The heads were all over her, grinding their multitudes of teeth onto her armor, the groan and shrill of razorlike teeth upon steel bored into her ears. Luckily, sharpness meant nothing when dealing with armor.

What wasn’t protected from the assault however, were the gaps in her armor, the tiny spaces that allowed Saria to move her arms and legs freely. Those tiny spaces were all the teeth needed, and so they began to gnaw at her flesh. Great ripples of pain radiated all throughout her limbs, and she forced herself to move, to do something.

I will not be consumed by this… monstrosity.

Saria felt an urge rise up from the bottom of her soul. A bestial ferocity, a feral rage, the insatiable impulse to kill. She wanted to let go, she wanted to give in, to let the blade control her. In vain, she tried again and again to cut the nightmare’s rock-hard scales, but to no avail. Over and over, her Red Blade simply bounced off of the creature’s hide, and eventually, more heads erupted from the nightmare’s skin and took a hold of Saria’s wrist. She felt something in her arm crack. If she hadn’t been wearing as much armor, her limb would have been entirely crushed. Even so, she refused to let go of her blade.

Pinned against the railing, Saria could do nothing, the heads chewing through her flesh, the tendrils pinning her sword arm, and her entire body slowly being crushed by the nightmare, which wrapped itself around her like a constrictor. An inner voice whispered to her.

Give in. Give in. Just let yourself go.

Saria resisted for a good while, but many more fractured bones later, her mind surrendered and the blade took over.

For a second, Saria felt nothing. Everything was in slow-motion, and she wondered if this was what death was like: The victim reliving their last moments, eternally.

But then a spark ignited within her, and a blazing inferno was born.
The worm retreated, scorched by the erupting fire that now surrounded the Blood Devil. The Red Blade now fused to her hands, she felt her blood forcibly siphoned into the blade, sharpening it, but such a small thing only made her angrier. She wanted violence, death, gore, bloodshed; She wanted to rip the world open by the belly and yank out its entrails.

The Blood Devil awakened, and let out a scream; not a human scream, not even an animal’s scream, but a shriek of something… otherworldly. Some say that such a raw, violent noise would make both angels and demons cower within their own realms.

The Blood Devil charged forward, as animalistic as the worm itself. Her only instinct was bloodshed, and her sword was her tool. With a single swing, the sword collided with the worm’s armor, cracking the previously thought impenetrable shell and throwing the thing across the ship, which was now on fire due to her flames. She walked over to the stunned thing, and swung her blade down, breaking its scales and causing the worm to shriek in both pain and fear.

Saria brought her blade down onto the worm, slicing it in half. It screamed and hissed at her, but she simply didn’t care. Its cries for help were music to her ears. Successfully incapacitated, Saria cut the worm again, then again, and again, and again, and again, and again, eventually reducing the beast to a pulpy mass of sludge and unrecognizable flesh. She grabbed it by the handful and began throwing chunks of it overboard in a fit of rage, though her frenzy was settling down now that her enemy was obliterated.

After all traces of the thing were gone, Saria lit a burning torch and forcibly cauterized her wounds, gritting her teeth so hard she could’ve cracked a tooth. Limping back down to her rowboat, she pushed it back out and climbed in, her body sore and shaking. She remembered her phylactery, how she was connected to her opponent. Suddenly, everything; the tournament, the contestants, all of it came back to her. Back there, on the ship, she forgot everything about who she was, and cared for nothing but primal rage. It was not a feeling she liked.

She coughed, chuckled, then spoke into her phylactery, her voice raspy and hoarse, but still carrying a certain force along with it.

“Whoever you are, wherever you are, you bastard, I’m coming for you. And I will not stop until one of us is dead.”

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Saria waited, and waited, the sound of water lapping onto the half-sunken ship the only thing she heard. She took a quick look around the ship, an eerie quiet hanging over the air like a thick carpet. She tensed up, ready for something to jump out of her.

After a few minutes of silence, she relaxed and began to casually stroll around the interior of the ship.

Hmm, I was expecting something to attack. I guess this ship is less dangerous than I thought.

Strange instruments and glass containers dotted the room, and plants hung onto bowls that were suspended on the ceiling, each with its own light source. What they were meant to do, she didn’t know. Some puny snakes were also visible behind the glass, harmless.
Saria took a ladder up to the deck of the ship, where everything seemed relatively normal, despite the deserted-ness of it all. A red flag was tied to the side of the railing, with a small capsule blowing in the wind along with it. She quickly took the flag and untied the capsule, opening it and retrieving a rolled-up piece of paper.


Final log of Dr. Francesca Marini, former genetic and cybernetic specialist of Talon.

Though they all have abandoned us, one by one, I have endeavored to finish my work, but in the end I have selfishly chosen life. The fuel has run out; by tomorrow morning, the power will shut off, and Specimens 1, 2, and 3 will escape containment. Given the results of my testing, there's no better place for them to escape than a shipwreck where they'll be marooned, but I cannot say if this place will hold them forever. If you're reading this, I urge to you to call an airstrike and destroy this ship ASAP. I have already taken everything of value; there's nothing here among my research but a fate worse than death. I don't know what lies on the shore of this strange City, but my niece and I will take our chances. We picked up the tracking signal for subject T-030 “Brucie” last night, and will attempt to rendezvous. Dio sia con voi.

End log.


Shite, the Specimens!

She heard a creak coming from the inside of the ship where she had just emerged. Whether the noise was simply a random noise, or a deliberate one, she did not know. Startled, she looked back down the ladder, the yawning darkness creeping up to embrace her in its deadly grasp.

Knights and Knaves

I'm pretty interested; I really like fantasy setting RP's, though like Kronshi this will be my first advanced RP as well.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Watching Berserk right now and wishing I gave Saria berserker armor instead of a fire sword

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Finally posted!

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Saria bent down to open the box, and realized that there was no clasp or latch to open it.

Hmph. They know me too well.

She drew her sword and deftly sliced a side of the box away, the wood panel falling away like a flower’s petal. She reached inside, and felt a smooth object. She pulled it out, and held in her hand a silver egg. On its sides, there were numbers. The arrow currently rested on zero. Further examination revealed that the top and bottom half were separated by a seam, the top containing the numbers, and the bottom containing the arrow.

Those college types, whatever they are, have a strange sense for gifts. What am I supposed to do with this?

She ultimately decided to bide her curiosity and slipped the thing inside her pocket, beginning to make her way further down the road. Saria walked through the strange place, every direction she looked was ablaze with color and vibrance. Boats of every size and shape lined the shore, and disappeared behind buildings as she saw the various restaurants and shops along the way down the road.

The entire place was about as alien to her as that city she had previously been in, except this city was a bit more colorful. There were many signs and fliers put up around the walls of the buildings, and miraculously, Saria could understand all of them. She strolled over to a restaurant and stepped inside. An assortment of tables littered the inside, all of them neatly organized, utensils stacked on top of paper.

Saria headed for the back of the restaurant, where there were many strange box-shaped objects, most likely used to prepare food. How, she didn’t know. She came to another silver door, and opened it. A sudden blast of cold chilled her, even in her armor. Inside, several packaged foods lined the shelves. She felt a bit hungry, so she took out some vegetables. Since she had very few pockets, she decided to eat the vegetables right there. The coldness was strange to her, and also refreshing. She wondered how this strange civilization had developed the means of keeping food cold, since such a thing was beyond the wildest dreams of anyone back in her time.

After eating through a few bags of vegetables and downing a bottle of water, she was satisfied. One thing was for sure, and it was that the food here was good, no, excellent. She didn’t find a single bug or a rotting leaf anywhere in the stacks of food. She slipped her helmet back on, hooking the clasps around her neck. The clasps had a double function; One, they kept the helmet from being knocked off in a fight, and second, they protected the neck from attacks. It was a time-consuming process, but she wasn’t in any rush.

She headed outside, feeling refreshed. Now, she had to decide where to go. She looked to her left, the path to the rest of the city, then right, back to the shore. Before she could make a decision, she heard her phylactery crackling, and an unfamiliar voice resounded through the little speakers in the thing.

"Hey Oren, I have to ask you something real quick. I have some information to tell College Staff, and I need to find some to tell this information too. Can you point me in the direction of some staff so I can talk to them about these clowns? I need to get my hands on some relics, and preferably some defensive ones."

Defensive relics? And he’s headed for college staff? Interesting. He’ll be on the defensive, while I focus on the offense. That’s fine, I won’t need much defense if I don’t give him a chance to hit me. Still… Which way do I go?

Saria knew that she could find him by using her phylactery again, but that would use another one of her two remaining assists. Inwardly, she shrugged. To her, it didn’t matter when they fought, since he would most likely find her first anyway. That’s just what she was used to. Really, out of all the duels she fought after the killing of her family, almost all of them were from bounty hunters looking to kill her, and they always found her first.

So, she took some liberty and walked right, back to the shore. She might have surprised herself by this decision, since she hated the water, and probably moreso after killing Rose Cythla, but something else had attracted her attention as she was paddling towards the alien structure, and that was the half-sunken ship near the shore. She could have sworn she had saw someone moving within, and for some reason, the whole thing just seemed to interest her. Maybe the chance to warm up before her actual duel.

Speaking of her duel, Saria wondered who it would be. She didn’t remember hearing any of the competitors talk, but the voice seemed to be male, so she could rule out the female warriors. She suspected the voice may have belonged to that knight, for who else but a heavily armored warrior would use defensive relics?

She made it to the small boat, and once again, began to paddle. Again, it took a while, but the ship finally came into a feasible distance, probably about ten minutes away if she kept paddling the same speed. She began to paddle quietly now, in case anyone actually was on the half-sunk ship.

Once she reached it, she quietly stepped into a breach in the ship’s hull, pulling the tiny boat inside with her, so that it wouldn’t drift away. Unfortunately, the whole ordeal caused a major ruckus, and even though she couldn’t hear anything yet, she wouldn't be surprised if she had a few unwelcome visitors.