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The year is now 2368, and Earth (as historical records have it) is left as a near barren wasteland that was inherited by the Elite of the world, with the rest of the population sent into outer space to colonize and find new hope, over three-hundred years ago. Over the course of those years, political manipulation and diversity would see that what was left of humanity be scattered and wayward, nomadic and xenophobic of other colonies. Eventually, this lead to degradation and seclusion that somehow evolved into the genders being torn apart and dedicated to waging a war amongst each other, with the origins so rooted in mystery and confusion that no one living truly knows what started it, or when it even occurred.

Only thing that ended up mattering, was that it all boiled down to man and woman fighting each other, and finding means through scientific reproduction to sustain their numbers. Of course over time, this lead to problems within the genetic fields, especially diversity, given a couple hundred years of self-replicating in test tubes and splicing. It turned into a war that focused on a few core, central beliefs that motivated both sides to refuse letting peace truly form. War crimes became common practice, amnesty was taboo, and prisoners would be taken and secured merely for their genetic diversity in the labs, only to be disposed of once used for their purpose.

Over time, this led to the development of weapons meant to be waged in space. Not because ground wars on planets were long, trivial, and drained resources and numbers swiftly for just a few victories; in fact, those were only secondary reasons. The largest, was because the wars would often leave one sided stranded while the other maintained space superiority and bombarded from orbit. Leaving the planets torn and wasted away. Mobile 'suits' of armored technology that resembled humanoids; swift and agile space ships that reflected previous science fiction cult favorites, and more often than not, over-the-top spaceships of abnormal size meant to carry and support an unimaginable amount of people. Hit-and-run war tactics became the new fashion, and with it came a whole different field of political manipulation and war field tactics. Garrisons were rare, and planets were often kept with a small sized colony, just enough to mine supplies and resources while staying off grid. If found, they were usually able to scuttle their establishments in time and flee before a military body could capitalize on the advantage that would naturally be found in such a situation.

This, however, would lead a stale-mate in the war that's lasted for half a century now. Resources were getting low on both ends. The Queen's Holy Royal Armada, or Q.H.R.A. is on constant border patrol on the last few planets in the women's domain, why the men's Front-line Destructive Fleet, or F.D.F. are in the same fashion. Neither side is ready to commit to a full-on war, considering the lacking reserves to re-fit and repair. Talk of diplomacy has begun to rise up in both political courts, though the Queen of the women's royalty has remained silent, and the republic that governs the men has not reached a single decisive verdict.

To which, comes into play our story. A massive civilian transport that's able to house a couple million people, has been on constant tour in the woman's space. Built back on Earth in the first days of the colonial period, and with it are many mysteries held within the ship's massive size. Somewhere deep within the areas sealed off both to disrepair and out-dated technology that conflicted with modern security measures, was a single cryo-genic tube among many several others that had long since gone off-line due to lack of power. This one, however, was dedicated just enough power to remain undetected by the ship's systems and tech's. A pod that held a pilot of a proto-type suit that was stored away in some dark compartment of the same ship, meant to stay in hibernation until a day that required himself and the others to suit up and repel any military threat. Out of one-hundred pilots trained for such a mission, he was the last one.
That's where my thoughts become silent and stilled. Mainly because I would prefer to have a partner willing to create and flesh this story and universe with me before I press any further. As the title says, this is high sci-fi. From an initial story influenced by Vandread, and the elements of the tech and armor modeled after any and all shows and games that feature mechas as the primary source of war and conflict. Space is the big part of this, though I'm perfectly fine with this going to planet-side on multiple environments, as well.

I can post frequently and often. I ask for quality, and dedication. I understand things come up in life, and I do not ask for "this is the most important thing in your life". I just ask that if you PM or drop a message in here, that you mean to say "I'm ready to make this a thing, a thing that I want to see through from start to end, no matter how bumpy the road". I have no specific elements I'd like to see in here. Romance, horror, action, political, mystery... whichever. I find the best kind of stories let it naturally flesh and evolve, and letting all aspects of literature take root as the story and characters grow.

Naturally, the character role that I want filled from my partner's primary character is female. I find that women often write the best female characters, and would prefer a female writer. I intend to write from the perspective of several other characters, but my PC will be the one mentioned in cryo-stasis. It isn't a requirement to write for more than one character, but it would help the story if you're open to the idea.
The year is now 2368, and Earth (as historical records have it) is left as a near barren wasteland that was inherited by the Elite of the world, with the rest of the population sent into outer space to colonize and find new hope, over three-hundred years ago. Over the course of those years, political manipulation and diversity would see that what was left of humanity be scattered and wayward, nomadic and xenophobic of other colonies. Eventually, this lead to degradation and seclusion that somehow evolved into the genders being torn apart and dedicated to waging a war amongst each other, with the origins so rooted in mystery and confusion that no one living truly knows what started it, or when it even occurred.

Only thing that ended up mattering, was that it all boiled down to man and woman fighting each other, and finding means through scientific reproduction to sustain their numbers. Of course over time, this lead to problems within the genetic fields, especially diversity, given a couple hundred years of self-replicating in test tubes and splicing. It turned into a war that focused on a few core, central beliefs that motivated both sides to refuse letting peace truly form. War crimes became common practice, amnesty was taboo, and prisoners would be taken and secured merely for their genetic diversity in the labs, only to be disposed of once used for their purpose.

Over time, this led to the development of weapons meant to be waged in space. Not because ground wars on planets were long, trivial, and drained resources and numbers swiftly for just a few victories; in fact, those were only secondary reasons. The largest, was because the wars would often leave one sided stranded while the other maintained space superiority and bombarded from orbit. Leaving the planets torn and wasted away. Mobile 'suits' of armored technology that resembled humanoids; swift and agile space ships that reflected previous science fiction cult favorites, and more often than not, over-the-top spaceships of abnormal size meant to carry and support an unimaginable amount of people. Hit-and-run war tactics became the new fashion, and with it came a whole different field of political manipulation and war field tactics. Garrisons were rare, and planets were often kept with a small sized colony, just enough to mine supplies and resources while staying off grid. If found, they were usually able to scuttle their establishments in time and flee before a military body could capitalize on the advantage that would naturally be found in such a situation.

This, however, would lead a stale-mate in the war that's lasted for half a century now. Resources were getting low on both ends. The Queen's Holy Royal Armada, or Q.H.R.A. is on constant border patrol on the last few planets in the women's domain, why the men's Front-line Destructive Fleet, or F.D.F. are in the same fashion. Neither side is ready to commit to a full-on war, considering the lacking reserves to re-fit and repair. Talk of diplomacy has begun to rise up in both political courts, though the Queen of the women's royalty has remained silent, and the republic that governs the men has not reached a single decisive verdict.

To which, comes into play our story. A massive civilian transport that's able to house a couple million people, has been on constant tour in the woman's space. Built back on Earth in the first days of the colonial period, and with it are many mysteries held within the ship's massive size. Somewhere deep within the areas sealed off both to disrepair and out-dated technology that conflicted with modern security measures, was a single cryo-genic tube among many several others that had long since gone off-line due to lack of power. This one, however, was dedicated just enough power to remain undetected by the ship's systems and tech's. A pod that held a pilot of a proto-type suit that was stored away in some dark compartment of the same ship, meant to stay in hibernation until a day that required himself and the others to suit up and repel any military threat. Out of one-hundred pilots trained for such a mission, he was the last one.
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That's where my thoughts become silent and stilled. Mainly because I would prefer to have a partner willing to create and flesh this story and universe with me before I press any further. As the title says, this is high sci-fi. From an initial story influenced by Vandread, and the elements of the tech and armor modeled after any and all shows and games that feature mechas as the primary source of war and conflict. Space is the big part of this, though I'm perfectly fine with this going to planet-side on multiple environments, as well.

I can post frequently and often. I ask for quality, and dedication. I understand things come up in life, and I do not ask for "this is the most important thing in your life". I just ask that if you PM or drop a message in here, that you mean to say "I'm ready to make this a thing, a thing that I want to see through from start to end, no matter how bumpy the road". I have no specific elements I'd like to see in here. Romance, horror, action, political, mystery... whichever. I find the best kind of stories let it naturally flesh and evolve, and letting all aspects of literature take root as the story and characters grow.

Naturally, the character role that I want filled from my partner's primary character is female. I find that women often write the best female characters, and would prefer a female writer. I intend to write from the perspective of several other characters, but my PC will be the one mentioned in cryo-stasis. It isn't a requirement to write for more than one character, but it would help the story if you're open to the idea.

If you're interested, leave a message here or PM me. As of 11:20 PM central time, November 9th, I'll probably be asleep here soon and be back online around 4:30 PM central time Monday, Nov 10th and will respond to messages after I get home from work.
Well I am trying to get a post up right now, but presently reading up on the IC I've missed due to work. I'll hopefully have something tonight, if not then tomorrow.
Hero said
Everyone has turned cold and heartless after two months in SAO D: lmao


Mine hasn't. He's always been an asshole. An asshole with a golden heart.

Don't ask.
There, caught up with y'all. Apologies for the delay.
"Idiots." He bellowed out in a deep and husky voice as he shook his head negatively as he read the report in his hands. "You're sure it was them?" Issued as a question, the hard-edged tone to his voice easily gave away he knew the truth.

"A-yep. Group of five walked on in without the Assault Team, figured they could get some extra XP and split whatever the loot earned them." Even though the petite informant in front of him was masked and robed, he could almost feel that grin beneath her clothing beaming right up at him. "I got the map... if you'd, you know. Want to go take a look. Or has the Iron Bear gotten soft these days, hm? I heard about that last group you saved. Almost didn't make it, riiiight?" The high-pitched rise and teasing tones were more than enough to make him stare coldly at the woman, but he forced back the annoyance and simply gave her a flat look. She'd done this plenty of times before. As childish as she might have been, she was good at her job.

"Fine. Name the location and I--"

"Ah-ah-a! So quick to make conclusions, Iron Bear. This time, it's... free of charge." There was a drop in her voice and her eyes went downwards. "A friend of mine. He was in that party. I told him not to take any risks, but... just, don't let it happen again, yeah? You might be an asshole, but you've already put your neck out on the line more than anyone I know. We've lost a fair share of people in the short time we've been here... and it's only going to get worse. So, please. Don't let someone else lose a friend to this boss. I only got their map... nothing else."

He shrugged simply at her change of heart. He could've pegged her for a heartless woman who only cared about profit, but if anything could make people realize that this is all just one screwed up game that only mattered if you made it out alive... death sure could do it. "Alright. Mail it to me, I don't want anyone to stalk me down. I got... some things to take care of, tonight. Don't ask, either." Stern and hard-edged, with no warmth at all as he spoke to her.

She nodded to him simply, and turned on her heels to walk off, much as he did himself. The inn would be the best place to check up on the rumor he heard, about this "rare" spawn that should show up soon. He pegged it down for a PK'er Guild rumor, given that only people with valuable items seemed to have heard of it, and those were few and far between the normal lot. It was habit, at this point. He was solo, but he was almost always wandering outside of the towns. Patrolling the hunting grounds and the dungeons, making sure no one got killed because of a stupid mistake. After enough times, people started to talk about him time to time. He wasn't the best player, sure enough not the most skilled, but he was higher level than quite a few folks given the fact he was rarely in the towns.

In fact, he was starting to think the rumor was made specifically to catch people like him. It was too obvious that it was fake. No info' broker had anything on it... at all. It was more than likely a trap, but one he'd have to walk into. Not to keep whatever kind of reputation he had, or to prove a point to people. To make sure, that as many people got out of there alive. It was his duty as a Marine, to make sure that happened. Out of all the people in this game, he was probably one of the few people who was trained and disciplined to give the ultimate sacrifice if necessary for the sake of others. Fortune have it, that's how he got his rather formidable gear. You save enough people... people end up making sure you stick around long enough to, maybe, just maybe, save them one day. Wasn't as top-class as some of the monster gear, but heavy plate was hard to find. Especially good sets, which he liked to think his was.

Then, he snapped back into it. The inn was just around the corner, and was given away by the noises made by everyone inside of it. He made for the door, and walked on in, observing the people around him. He was tall, taller than quite a lot of people given the fact most of the players were from Japan. Standing six-foot-three, he sort of stood out like a sore thumb. Enough to get through the crowd easily enough, and thankfully no one paid him mind. He wasn't famous, just heard of by enough people that it caught him off guard when they approached him with that stupid nickname.

"Room for one. Six nights." He said as he traded the necessary amount to the clerk. NPC or person, he couldn't really tell by the rather scripted and rehearsed response. With that all done and taken care of... he turned around and about and headed for the table. Regardless of the rumor, he knew there'd be other people in here looking to make a raid party. If his agent had a copy of the map, surely other people would, too. From least lethal sources than an entire party dying for nothing. He would just do as he always did. Look for a group small enough to think they'd have a high profit value without having to deal with the larger Guilds, and yet have enough to take it down. Label down the leader, and then trail them and have his agent trail him, too. He already knew she'd be in here, somewhere. Disguised with everyone else, watching him and those around him. It was an odd partnership they had, but it worked for them both. She got all the maps and details she wanted, as well as names and updated loot drops, and he got the info for dungeons and any missing persons reports. Most of the last... were never solved. A few, however, he did manage to find and rescue. Even if it was only one out of a hundred, it meant any and all effort was worth it, to save a life.

No matter the risks.
I sincerely apologize for the delay in my posts. I will be working on one ASAP. Folks like to harry me and my schedule lately.
I will have a post up sometime tonight. Just got home from work.
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