[b]New Terra: a planet twice the size of Earth with a balanced ecosystem suitable for human life. Home of the New Terran Republic and humanities refuge.
Earth: Birthplace of humanity and the most contested planet in the galaxy. Once the prized jewel of humanity, now after alien invasion and terraforming the planet is slowly recovering as humanity returns to colonize the lawless world after the final battles
The Alamo: Flagship of the New Terran republic and the preserver of human life, The Alamo led the remnants of humanity to New Terra. Whereabouts currently unknown [/b]
Murphy stands aboard his new ship and stares into space as he contemplates his future
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Mr. Butthole arrives *looks around*, and destroys everything and kills everyone.
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Edited by Dain Is Fren: 9/11/2015 10:12:45 PM*Varn begins working on the AI system* This is gonna be sweet!
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[spoiler]Well, well, well. I expected you all to die out.[/spoiler][spoiler]Perhaps I'll have to see to THAT particular little issue... [i]Myself.[/i][/spoiler]
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[spoiler]IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!! <insert insane laughter here>[/spoiler]
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*a woman with long mignight black hair walks into the Alamo and looks around for the hangar bay. She was in pilots clothes* (Open (
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 9/11/2015 9:58:42 PMEric Cooper walks towards the recruitment center, full of anxiety, as he should be. Bounty Hunters usually didn't turn into great soldiers, but he hardly had an option at this point. He had camouflaged his usually stark grey artificial arm to fit in with the tan, bronzed skin that he possessed. He wore casual clothing, though he was prepared to form his gear around him in case someone recognized him. Artemis remained quiet, noticing his mood. He walks over to the recruiting booth "Sir, I'd like to join the Fleet."
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[b]the industries are booming Especially forgehand[/b]
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(Would I be able to be a pilot of a fighter?)
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*a small, abyssal portal starts to form and expand, gradually reaching the size, and shape, of a door, and a ghost of a man wearing a black cloak, holding a sleek 44 magnum steps through* Mandalore, my old friend. I sense you require some assistance. Well, I'll need a shell. A capable soldier, perhaps?
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[b]Revives everyone[/b]
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It's good to name change
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*comms throughout the recently colonized worlds and earth and new Terra all turn on and tune to the Alamo's PA system.* "This is admiral Rodriguez of the Alamo calling on all frequencies, there is trouble coming and the New Terran Fleet needs fighters and pilots! Anyone willing to join will is free to volunteer for the job they want."
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Edited by CzanMan02: 9/11/2015 8:50:09 PMRedacted.
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I IS ALIVE!
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[b]is in my mansion[/b]
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Does this count as a necrobump?
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Edited by JayTea: 9/11/2015 10:12:53 PM*a voice is heard over the Alamo pa system* All high ranking officials report to hangar bay 3 please Edit: disregard this message. It was before the threads death and revival
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[spoiler]I feel like I need to liven this place up...[/spoiler]
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So hoes earth doing
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*Hologram flickers* "It's been awhile....My AI core failed and I had to go into a shut down. Most of my data is intact, including this old blue print I found." *The hologram flickers and it shows a blue print for an anti matter bomb* "Remember my old boss? Yeah he had a theory on anti matter and...well it's pretty crazy."
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*a ghost appears in front of brady* Brady, can I speak to you for a moment?
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[spoiler]*Iz bored* *Scrolls through thread for old Collective battle* *Smiles as I remember the shitstorm*[/spoiler]
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Where can i buy a proper whore, mate
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Logan: where the hell am I.
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JT possesses a computer in mandalores office and awaits him
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*I go to the science wing* Who the hell is in charge here!