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Europa RP

Deep in the galaxy, there is a system by the name of Europa. A band of soldiers, mercenaries, and grizzled veterans drift through space going from mission to mission, aiming to rid the world of evil and get rich in the process. They are called Fireteam Cyprus, and ride through space on the Cyprus Cruiser. History: The group had a rough time on Mars, fighting against armies, hostile wildlife, and inhuman beings. Not to mention the high tension and near all out war between certain members of the team. The crisis was averted by peaceful words and logical actions, these ideas would usually be Murph's job to bring about, but he was alone on a planet called Zorada. He wandered, wondering if anyone would ever come for him, or if they wanted to, or if he even wanted them to, after his hostile actions, and the murder of a man named Felix. The crew (or most of them) however, shook it off, knowing he was not in his right mind when he did these things. They came after him, and we're now scouring the planet for him. Following different trails of evidence led the group to a large sinkhole, protected by a barrier. They were able to lift it by passing Trials, which they later learned were just tests made up by Providence to be sure they were prepared.They were moments away from getting through the barrier, yet they had no idea what they were stepping into... After what seemed like forever, the group found Murph, only for him to be torn from them again, for the world had to be saved. Murph did not survive, and is now recorded as [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/158027066/0/0/1]KIA[/url]. The group moves on to what they hope are greener pastures. However, turns out they end up working for an old foe, Del Fino. Phantom is captured, and Minerva and Python are stranded on a nearby planet. With the Genesis out of play, Del Fino musters the strength to attack the Axion Cruiser. While they are recovering, Scout, an old friend now on the side of Del Fino, is found lurking the ship. She is captured and interrogated, and the team now prepares a full scale attack to finish Del Fino once and for all, and rescue Phantom in the process. The rescue did not go as planned, losing many members, including Python and Phantom, leaving Minerva as the last surviving Genesis. Feeling alone, she soon [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/164455804/0/0/1]fled[/url] from the team, and was not found for long after. Her fleeing caused strife within the Axion mercenaries, along with the loss of their role models and leaders, and eventually led to it being disbanded. ------------------------------------------ [b]10 Years Later...[/b] After the loss of the Genesis, (Minerva missing and the others presumed dead) the Axion crew fell apart. However, a new team began to form, gathered by the same allure of treasure and adventure that once gripped the members of Exalin and Axion. Once the team had gathered on the Cyprus cruiser, they located a base used by the Exalin team long ago. They found clues pointing to the existence of Genesis, but we're soon distracted by a mission requiring them to investigate a destroyed city. They found the creature that did it, and eliminated it. Or so they thought... Stuff happened that OP has no idea about because he was afk. Feel free to PM a short summary of this section of the story if you have time. Bored, most of the team look into jobs at the bounty board. One job sparks an interest in something bigger... Joshua and Vilnaks return with a hostage, reporting that a group of mercs was sent to retrieve information and possibly eliminate Cyprus. Out of leads, they continue to work on the case of the biggest assassination of the decade. They discover many pieces of evidence pointing to Genesis. But not just one, all of them. The group is stumped. Before they can think of a new plan, a large missile tears the Cyprus out of the sky. The ship's pieces land scattered, separating the crew into smaller groups. They are forced to fight harsh conditions, scavenge for food, and even build their own shelter in some cases. They wonder who's doing the ship's destruction was, and why the planet was deserted. Soon they found themselves fighting antimatter copies of the Genesis, and Minerva. After a long and hard battle, Minerva is struck down after activating all limiters at once. She is left to bleed out as the crew leaves, finding a new cruiser and claiming their reward after confirming Minerva was the assassin. After drifting for what seemed like no longer than a few hours, but was in reality probably a few days, the crew gets reports of massive rocks called "Leviathans" crashing into planets, destroying most of them with the initial impact, then spreading a blue crystal that gives off an extremely powerful radiation called Phazon. The remaining people on these planets began to rise and mutate beyond recognition. Reports also came in saying Minerva was spotted attacking multiple GF bases. Perhaps the Phazon had gripped her. Seeing that stakes were higher than ever before, Cyprus convinces the GF to release Phantom temporarily, and he is convinced to create an entire second wave of Genesis supersoldiers. Even with their new upgrades, Cyprus still struggled to face the beasts they encountered, the Broodmothers, the Beserkers, each nigh impossible to kill and creating more with every victory. The crew is lucky to find someone immune to the virus, the name for the immunity and manipulation of Phazon later coined as Phazite. Her name was Tanya. Python spent too much time near her, exposing himself to the infection, and killing three: the Spartan Jackie, a high ranking officer of the ship, and his own wife, A'Karo. He fled soon after, with his wife's body. I went super duper afk and missed like 3 arcs. The group wanders, somewhat wondering what it would be like to have a real home again, like the empire, and not just some ship that'll crash next time they get near a big bad guy. They finally think of an idea that was hiding in plain sight, the Old Empire itself. Despite its destruction and abandonment, the team sets a course, determined to retake their home. Once there, they are ambushed by a massive Dread force, and sacrifice themselves to eliminate the Dread once and for all. The Federation and Rebels have a war. The Federation wins(?). A new team, The Infinite Pioneers, are assembled at Crux. They soon become the first humans to leave the Milky Way, exploring a brand new galaxy where mankind had never been before. They are attacked by some pirates after trespassing into their space, and some are taken to fight in an arena. Those taken manage to escape back to the Infinity. Bounty Board [spoiler][b]The bounty board contains missions and jobs. Three are added each time it updates. These jobs can be tackled together or alone, unless specified by the bounty. Bounties can be done at any time, despite the crew's situation, as bounties are placed in a time where the crew isn't busy. Bounties will have little to no effect on the main story (other than the money) unless marked as [u]important[/u]. Manually Input Bounties: "Get the Bounty Board working." Reward: "Bounties." Placed By: Calleach Details: Three small metal beams sit beside the board, used for linking a location to the board. When placed, they will self-construct a beacon for bounty placement.[/b] [b]There are three nearby planets with intelligent life within range of gunship flight. The first, a volcanic planet with large rock creatures who, while being durable and able to survive in the hot conditions, are definitely a stretch on the word "intelligent". The second, the planet from before, with the ability to reconstitute metals. They seem both smart and friendly, and much could be to gain by linking them into the board. -TAKEN BY AVELINE The third, a very earth-like planet with somewhat human-like entities, much taller, and much more primitive. They fight amongst themselves a lot, and there seem to be many tribes. Finding safe, neutral ground to place the beacon would be extremely beneficial, but may be challenging as well. [u][i]ERROR. CONNECTION TO MILKY WAY BOUNTY BOARD SERVICE LOST.[/b][/i][/u][/spoiler] Our Current Location [spoiler]The Infinity Cruiser[/spoiler] Joining the Thread... [spoiler]PM me, Phantom, or Python first.[/spoiler] Story Progression... [spoiler]the OP will be edited and expanded as events happen in the story, to keep things easy and interesting.[/spoiler] Characters and Bios [spoiler]We have a bio thread in the group EXTRAgalactical Escapades Ask to join or follow the #BnetRP tag and then post your character's bio/background there[/spoiler] RULES [spoiler]No Godmodding PvP is highly discouraged, unless it is for training purposes, ect. No oneshots on entire armies/main characters without very good reason 1 character allowed. A second can be brought in for temporary side plots. No crashing the ship that WE LIVE ON![/spoiler] [b][i][u]THE SEQUEL IS HERE! Follow the links![/u][/i][/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/1146680 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/216297577/0/0

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  • [b][i]Why Does Everybody Want to Kick My Ass?[/i][/b] [b]Rebel Territory, Outer System[/b] [i]The armored man trudged into the bar, his machine gun locked back in a safe configuration, his Tesla shielding off. The eyes of the figure's helmet glowed a bright reddish orange, lighting up his face and the area in front of him. The flag that he wore as a cloak covered his shoulders and draped down his back, covering the rest of his arsenal. His footfalls were heavy, his figure intimidating. As he entered, he got looks from men and women all over the place. Shrugging them off, he headed to the bar, where he ordered a drink, as in, an entire bottle of Jack Daniels. Beside him, sat a cute little blonde, the type of girl that made any man drool. She wore cutoff denim shorts and a rolled-up flannel, and kept shooting him friendly glances. Unable to just shrug her off, he made his own advances.[/i] What's a little thing like you doin' in a place like this? [i]Smiling, she replied.[/i] Just out and about for a drink. [i]From across the bar by the billiards tables, a man had noticed his girlfriend talking to the figure in power armor, and being more than a bit tipsy, he headed over, pool cue in hand.[/i] HEY! WHAT THE -blam!- DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BUD? CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S WITH ME? [i]Wilson turned to face him, and shot back rapidly.[/i] Hard to tell considering your drunk ass is over there with the other monkeys. [i]The man's face went red, and he swung with the pool cue, upwards at Wilson, who promptly grabbed the cue with his left hand.[/i] I wouldn't do that. I really wouldn't do that. [i]Snarling, the man whipped a switchblade, and in seconds, Wilson shattered his bottle of booze over the man's head, sending him to the ground in a heap. Seeing the commotion, his friends approached, brandishing their pool cues, some also with switchblades as well.[/i] Every... -blam!-ing.... Day... ALRIGHT -blam!- THIS! [i]His Browning swung down out of its locked position and locked its bolt with a satisfyingly loud click, and then all hell broke loose.[/i] [b]BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM[/b] [i]The sound of the weapon was rhythmic, and casings and bits of belts shot out of the weapon's ejector port as Wilson turned to face them. In a matter of seconds, the men before him were made into mincemeat. In the ensuing commotion, the patrons of the bar had scattered, including the girl and the bartender. Shrugging, Wilson grabbed another bottle and slid it into his bandolier. Turning to leave, he went back and looted each man, the headed out into the city for a little sightseeing. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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    • [b]Back to the land of the living?[/b] [b]the old team roamed the castle and land of Hell for a time until one day everything faded , when they awoke they were on a old familiar ship on course for another adventure. End the fight or die trying (not like they can)[/b] [i]What are you doing soldiers? Get your asses back in the fight we aren't done yet[/i] [spoiler]closed[/spoiler]

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      • [b][u]Counting the Cards...[/u][/b] [b][i]Backbreaker-Location Unknown[/i][/b] Spectre looked at his soldiers, his army, his [i]family[/i] from a dune. He sat there, a bottle a booze in his hand as he watched them. The drills were endless and heavily based on the sole purpose of being more effective. Some men and women were flipping tires, some were doing sit ups. A team was in a cold water simulation, linked at the elbows. A man yelled out a speech as they shivered mercilessly. "WE DO THIS FOR WHAT?" The rest of the team yelled in response. "THE REBELLION!" "WE DO THIS WHY?" "TO EARN BACK OUR FREEDOM!" The whole team yelled in unison. "HOORAAAAAH!" He smiled as he watched, standing after a while. Sand fell from his leg armor as he stood, knees popping. He kicked out, stretching his thighs as he walked down the dune and towards the base. There was a basketball game going on between a few officers. When they saw him, they stopped and saluted. "At ease, gentlemen, I might come to watch soon." He smiled and they nodded, going back to the game. The dribble of the ball was constant and unchanging. [i]Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump[/i] With that hiccup of a dribble, he looked back and watched as a man drove up the middle and finished with a layup. Walking backwards, he slipped into his office and began working, turning on music in the background. Quietly, Hotel California played as he worked, shuffling through papers and reports. A report caught his eye in particular, a scout report... [i]Quazar, Xe System, 78.996 degrees North, 22.557 degrees West A Federation outpost, loaded with vehicles, ammunition, intel, food, money and POWs, was terrorizing a nearby village that supported the Rebels. Constant raids, attacks and brutality were reported to the Rebel scout base on the planet. Supposedly riots and protesting were done but quickly ceased with...violent efforts from the Feds. The outpost is guarded by roughly seventy men, it won't be easy, but definitely possible, and worth the risk.[/i] He looked up from the report. [i]Relax, said the night man...[/i] He spoke under his breath, thinking out loud. "Small team of insurgents could work...then follow up with an all out assualt. Maybe bomb the place afterwords....or use it for a base of our own." [i]We are programmed to receive...[/i] "What if the report's wrong? It's the best intel we've had in a while..." [i]You can check out any time you like...[/i] "Maybe we can get the Alliance's help. Shadowed would want in on this." He nodded with his plan, starting to write it down then get back to work. [i]But you can never leave![/i] [spoiler]Open to Rebellion and Alliance troops[/spoiler]

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        • Edited by General Percival: 2/9/2016 4:21:52 AM
          [b]The sound of hammers[/b] It was quite. The muttering in the Volga sector, the rumbling in the Duma, the worker on the street would shake his head when he heard of the mounting causalities. The limited stake in the federation. A farmer having to sell his land to foreign land barons to feed his family. When they looked into the stars they saw the stars of rebels and Feds taking their young men and women to fight in their war. They would endure this, as Russians always had, but they wondered in the back of their minds. [i]Why?[/i] [u]The Hammer of the people[/u] Colonel volkov sat at his desk. His recent promotion had brought with it, a ton of paper work. He longed to be out with the men, but knew his place was here for the time being. He could have been made General, had he been older, at 25 it was frowned upon for someone so young to hold such a high status. He read reports of unrest in his home sector and felt uneasy. This could get interesting. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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          • Edited by Potato: 2/9/2016 5:17:39 PM
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            • Edited by Lionheart: 2/9/2016 1:28:22 AM
              [b][i][u]"Just an Errand"[/u][/i][/b] [b]Operation Black-List Helos Northern Hemisphere. "Top of the World" Imperial Recon Team #82383[/b] ========================= *The wind blew bitter across the white plane, a song of Sorrowful nature swayed with it.. All along the glassy white plane.* "Watch your six, Charlie. Command said there was some activity in our A.O. Somebody disabled one of our comms stations up here. And I doubt they'd be so kind as to give it back nicely." *5 Imperial soldiers trudged through the harsh and snowy landscape, following closely behind a Military Service bot. The bot was their ticket to both: Bringing the station back online, and helping with any type of support.* "We got tangos, couple hundred meters away...Rebels. Permission to engage?" "We can't let anybody find out the Empire still exists. Command gave the order." *The Recon team cloaked themselves and creeped in for the kill* [spoiler]Open to Ginger or any rebels[/spoiler]

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              • [b]Mar Sara[/b] An android walks through the dusty dunes of Mar Sara, looking to join forces with the Alliance. It had been a journey of days... Months... XI, the Cylon sees a Rebel encampment on the horizon. [spoiler]Open to Rebels/Alliance[/spoiler]

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                • Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/9/2016 12:48:27 AM
                  [b][i]-blam!- RETIREMENT![/i][/b] [b]Rebel Planet, Rebel Territory.[/b] [i]Overhead, the Vertibird gunship roared across the sky, rear cargo ramp open. In the doorway, a massive figure in power armor stood, mounted machine gun on his right shoulder, an old American flag draping down from his shoulders like a cloak. His right shoulder bore the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two belts of .50 caliber ammunition crossed his chest, and a dual pistol belt crossed his waist. On his back, another machine gun, a shotgun, and a machete. At his hips, two large magnums. His armor was painted a gunmetal grey, and the eyes glowed a bright reddish orange. Tally marks were carved into his chestplate, and blood was splattered across his helmet. The Courier had arrived, following up on an old rumor and some research from an associate. He had one goal in mind, and he figured he'd make one hell of mess trying to achieve it. The gunship thundered over a Rebel city, AC/DC blasting from the aircraft's loudspeakers. At a suitable drop point, the figure jumped, and shot towards the ground, sticking his landing just as the Vertibird disappeared over the horizon. As the dust settled, the hulking figure known as Alex Wilson set off into the city.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

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                • Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 2/9/2016 12:58:15 AM
                  Since their alienation from the Inner Federation, what remained of the GF forces stationed in the Outer Rim now called themselves the Federal Army of the Rim (FAR), and took full advantage of the martial law decreed in their region. On hostile planets, incognito FAR journalists filmed the ineffective Rebel governments attempting to control the wave of looting, r[i]a[/i]ping, and violence that had begun to spread across the Rim. Meanwhile, Federation warships pushed into Rebellion territory, only governed by their own morals and laws. Though actual criminal acts were rare, war violence was pandemic, and many condemned cities were bombed from Orbit to eradicate the Rebel presence. Meanwhile, Phaedrus, now one of the senior Federation officers, had promoted Major Pavel of the Seventh Fleet as Colonel in his stead, and left on a personal hunt. For rumors had spread, of an Ancient Empire rising once more, and of a soldier that Phaedrus so desperately sought for. He had known Matthew Hallwinter once, even trusted him. When he saw him again, Phaedrus planned on revealing the very depth of the pain he had caused him. Soon, Artemis would be his once more... [spoiler]Closed. [/spoiler]

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                  • [b]August Proxy been busy as of late, neutralizing Rebellion Cells across the Outer Worlds, while also maintaining order on the worlds that had yet to rebel. The destruction of the Capitol City of Archon had been a major blow to the Rebellion, as thanks to intelligence gathered from sleepers, they found that Archon had been a center-point for the rebellion, where supplies passed through on it's way to the Rebellion. Currently, the fleet was in dead space, in-between star systems, cloaked Captain Jaeger, who had been promoted to Acting Commander after Commander Holloway's court martial, sat in the War Room, looking over the information they had recently gathered[/b] The Relios, Gira, and Delphi Systems have all been cleared of their respective Cells, and a Federation Presence has been placed. Seems like it's holding and the worlds have become stable. Hmm? Now this is strange. [b]He enlarged a file on the HoloScreen[/b] More rumors on this "Alliance". They're backing the Rebellion, discretely. Explains how they've gained access to advanced weaponry and tech even with a reduction in their smuggling routes. I'll have to keep my eyes on them. Hmph... Federal Army of the Rim? Looks like all is not well and good on Rebel Worlds as they have the populace believe. [b]He closed the Holo Screens, and the room went dark[/b] "Sir, one of our Intelligence Officers have heard rumors of insurgent activity in the Yega System." Then we have our next objective. [b]The officer nodded, as the August Proxy opened Warps and headed through them[/b]

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                  • *Zombie Cyrus, in his underwear, climbs down out of the crane and looks the camera in the eye, this is his music video* *the music starts* "You-said Some-thing In-chat And-now You're run-ning out of time" *scene changes and Zombie Cyrus is licking a licking a sledge hammer, crane in the background - it begins raining sadly and softly* "Some-thing So-sad I-cried And-now You're-all You're all gon-na die" *camera zooms in on Zombie Cyrus's face, maddened with rage - you see Task's reflection in it's eyes* "Don't you ev-er-say, You think ha-lo's-gay, Cuz I'll fuçk-ing kill you..................." *zombie crane operator slams wreaking ball into task then starts twerking* "I CAME IN LIKE A WREAAAAAAAAAAKING BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!" " CUZ HALO'S FUÇKING AWESOOOOME SAUUUUUUUCE!!" "YOU FUÇKING CHODES ILL KILLLLLLL YOU ALLLLLLLLLL!!!!" "NOW ITS TOO LATE YOU YOU'VE, MA-A-ADE ME!!" "YEAH YOUVE MA-A-ADE MEEEEEE!" *bodies litter the ground as Zombie Cyrus swings on bloody wrecking ball*

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                    • Edited by Forlorn Crow: 2/8/2016 11:18:27 PM
                      [b]Submit to the Siren's song[/b] [b]all throughout Yusa's ship [url=http://youtu.be/a2BndYivRFI]singing[/url] is heard through the vents, the singing seems to originate in the hangar[/b] [spoiler]Open to anyone on the ship[/spoiler]

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                      • Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/8/2016 5:37:49 PM
                        [b][i][u]Rise of the Phoenix [/u][/i][/b] It has been months since Silver Pulse vanished. Since then, the SilverPulses have been searching for him. However, in their search, they found he wasn't there alone. There was someone with him before his disappearance. His name is Phoenix, and he was believed to be the key to finding Silver, and figuring out why Silver came back to the Milky Way. The Shadowed One decides to meet up with Specter to discuss the situation. [spoiler]Open to Specter. Phoenix is going to be Spacelesshades' character. This is his into into the plot.[/spoiler]

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                        • Edited by blackwolf619: 2/8/2016 3:05:11 PM
                          It was dark as he sent the message. More information on the various factions that had spawned to be the leaders of the Galaxy. In his mind the stream of consciousness sought the next move in the myriad of vain agendas. The power struggle was an immense one. Even worse were the new additions to the game. Mercenaries, bounties, and the like had always played their part. Now though there were a few new chess pieces that ran an unusual stride. A pipe hissed in the darkness. Invisible steam roasted the open air. The man readjusted his bandana before sending the final file. It was done, another job successfully completed. He turned and walked out of the underground service passage. With his clipboard in hand he unlocked the service door to a bright hallway. It was empty for now. Closing the door behind him the man wrote some notes on the clipboard. His bandana wore one insignia alone, that of the Alliance. He pulled the bandana down and sighed. Now to close up some loose ends. [spoiler]Open.... If you dare.[/spoiler]

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                          • *drops a massive feces bomb that engulfs the entire system in rancid shit*

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                          • Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/8/2016 3:36:29 AM
                            [i][b]Soldier of Fortune[/b][/i] [b]Mar Sara, Rebel-Controlled Territory[/b] [i]The figure appeared in the desert, standing atop a dune, cloak blowing in the wind. Engaging his stealth systems, he began his search for his targets. His khukri was in hand, and he was ready to strike. He'd figured the AMP suits and whatever had delivered them wouldn't be hard to locate considering the size, and the fact that the desert was desolate. Synching to a secure network, he downloaded files detailing the planet's layout and recent images of the surface, as to gauge his position. To be this deep into enemy territory was a dangerous game. More than likely, he'd keep things simple: move in, take what he needed to quietly, and leave before a serious counter operation could be mounted. For now, his job was simple, but that was without factoring in more probable variations and possible events.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Sig[/spoiler]

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                            • [b][u]Follow Me Down[/u][/b] The Alliance receives a message, with a set of coordinates, and a simple message [i]Come ready to talk business[/i] [spoiler]Open to Silver[/spoiler]

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                              • [b]A new contract[/b] The Major walked down the hall carrying a folder in his good hand. His other arm had been broken in combat and he'd been put in a staff position. His current job, finding [i]The merc[/i], as his men called him. The federation employed many, but this one was by far the most effective one he'd seen. He entered the office the merc had been escorted to. [spoiler]for BJ[/spoiler]

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                                • Edited by Lionheart: 2/6/2016 8:00:16 PM
                                  [b]*The camera slowly fades in on the control room, various screens looming over the control panel. Videos of the gruesome war involving the Federation, Alliance, and Rebellion playing.. Papers, maps, detailed plans and blueprints scattered across the walls, counter and in stacks on the floor. A single chair sat, half-turned. The camera slowly sunk beneath the floor into darkness, reappearing in a vast dark room, catwalk dimly illuminated. An Elevator is seen nearby, the light signaling it's stop shines bright. http://i.imgur.com/sqtUlzn.jpg The doors opened slowly, revealing a masked man in Imperial Armor.. He steps out of the Elevator and walks slowly across the everlasting catwalk.. Darkness seeming to engulf the room.. An abyss down below.*[/b] [i]"Omni, lights please."[/i] -he shouted out. [i]"Launch Bay Lights active."[/i] -replied a voice similar to his own. [b]*One by one, lights began to switch on. Illuminating the dark Cavern. Rows upon rows upon, legions upon Legions, Platoons upon platoons.. There, in the vast hangar. Stood a mighty army. The Empire's State of the art Elite Guard stood before this single man..all this power.. All this, was in his grasp..*[/b] [i]"War... War asks only one question...how much are you. Willing to sacrifice.. To sacrifice for your country...your planet.. Your movement.."[/i] [b]*The figure continued to slowly walk down the catwalk, lights continuing switch on and illuminate the hangar bay.. A massive battleship faintly noticed up ahead.*[/b] [i]"Long live the Empire."[/i] [b]*the camera fades to darkness*[/b] [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]

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                                  • [b]The Pain Train Underground Boxing Match ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A man reeled back, throwing a punch at another, much larger man The bigger foe grabbed the smaller mans fist, twisting as a loud crack was heard[/b] [i]"Aaagh! Thomas, quit!"[/i] [b]The bigger man, Thomas, throws the man to the side, tumbling and then falling as he holds his now broken arm Thomas looks to the crowd, a series of men and women, all of them with bets on either Thomas or the other man Some looked disappointed, others where cheering, it was clear who bet on who A man took another swig from his bottle of whiskey, jumping the safety wall and cracking his neck[/b] [i]"Let's get this over with!"[/i] [b]Thomas smiled, looking at him, and then pounding a fist on his chest[/b] [i]"Cmon then, ladies first!"[/i] [b]The man, infuriated at the insult, swings, nailing Thomas in the jaw Thomas flips around, taking the impact of the blow and using the moment of satisfaction from his opponent to land his own Spinning around, he swings with a wide punch, catching the man in the temple He fell then, knocked clean out by the punch The crowd cheered then, Thomas did his signature move, the infamous One Punch Knock Out, feared rightly so.... He faced the crowd again, as a few men jumped in and carried the unconscious man out of the ring He held up his arms, causing the crowd to go wild[/b] [i]"Who's next?!"[/i] [spoiler]Open, if you wanna fight[/spoiler]

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                                    • [b][i]Down on the Borderline[/i][/b] [b]A tavern, Rebel Territory, Outer Systems[/b] [i]The figure sat in the back of the bar in full gear, his hood down from his head, mask still covering his face. They hadn't connected him to the deaths of the rebels on Julipse yet, and they probably wouldn't for a while. For the time being, he would be hidden in plain sight, safe to operate as necessary. Perhaps he would do a little research on the others vying for power in the region. Never hurt to know who or what to expect. Looking around, he observed the patrons disinterestedly, making note of those who were armed and those who were not. It paid in his business to be observant. [/i] [spoiler]Open to all[/spoiler]

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                                      • [b][i][u]60k!!!![/u][/i][/b]

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                                        • [b][u]A New Ally....Hopefully[/u][/b] [b][i]Tenalis, Firebase Smoker[/i][/b] The wind blew around on the jungle planet, trees swaying back and forth. Massive beasts roamed the land, fighting for the primitive need of food and water. The need to survive. Further away, a massive Rebel base bussled with troops, building up and growing...underground. A city sat above the base, the city's name Nos Reputim, an Outer Rim capital, about the size of the average Inner System city. [spoiler]Open to Sig[/spoiler]

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                                          • [u][i]InterSec-42, Inner Federation Space[/i][/u] [b]Captain Jaeger was to report on the recent counter intelligence operations he had performed against the Rebellion, and of the information he had gathered on them He wore his combat suit, sans the armor plates and his helmet[/b] Gentlemen, if you would please direct your attention to the center of the table. [b]A Holo of a man behind the recent broadcast on Archon[/b] Spectre. Freedom Fighter to many Outer Worlds, a Terrorist to the Inner Worlds. Name and Background, Unknown.... until recently. Our intelligence officers were able to run a voice recognition scan on him from his recent... broadcast. And found a match. [b]The skull mask of the Holo is replaced with a face[/b] Dan Ericsson. His name should be familiar to some in the room. A Sergeant in the Galactic United Army, was a decent soldier, earned his moniker when he neutralized forty-three hostiles while remaining undetected during an operation. That was until three years ago, during Operation Broken Talon, in which Ericsson and his team were tasked to assassinate terrorist leader Arnold Tallin. All went well, until one of Ericsson's team members was captured and held hostage by a desperate Tallin. What happened next... reports are conflicting. What we can say, for sure, is that he fired on Tallin, the bullet traveling through the hostages skull and into Tallin, killing both. The remaining team members confronted Ericsson, and in the ensuing fight, were killed. He was later captured and court martialed, being dishonorably discharged and derived of his stipend. He fell off the radar..... until now. He has been behind insurgency operations on multiple worlds, causing distress and disorder. We have been able to neutralize cells are several worlds and restore order, but ever since the Archon Broadcast, unrest has only grown. [spoiler]Open to High Ranking Characters[/spoiler]

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                                            • Edited by Sigmar: 2/5/2016 10:20:24 PM
                                              [u][i]Whiskey Run[/i][/u] [b]Location: Outer Ring, Freeport Mar Sara, Rough Rider Bar and Dive[/b] A group of guns for hire walk out of the bar, drunker than a squirrel who'd fallen into a vat of 'shine, and grab a couple off of the street and drag them to an alley. The gunfighters start to rough up the man, and one of them drags the woman over to a dumpster to try and ply his evil ways, while a tall stranger walks down from the street. The stranger put his hand on his holstered pistol, and whistles loudly, waiting for them to turn. The group of gunslingers reach immediately for their weapons as they turn, and the stranger draws and hammers off all six shots before they can turn to gun him down. One of them survives, having been clipped instead of fatally wounded, but he doesn't stay alive long before the stranger whips him back down with a swing of his big iron. The stranger, after reloading his handgun, walks over to the young couple, and helps them up. "Why are you helping us? They could have killed you and us both!" The man shouted. The stranger grabs the woman's purse, fishes out her wallet, and draws a small bill before returning the wallet and purse to the woman. 'My first drink on this dry rock, thats why. Now, be more careful, and stay away from gunslinger hangouts, people like me won't always be around to help.' At that, the stranger walks out of the alley, and steps into the bar, looking for a drink. [spoiler]Open, Duller's in the bar.[/spoiler]

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                                              • [i][b]Run With the Wolf[/b][/i] [b]Julipse, Rebel Territory[/b] [i]The figure materialized outside of a large compound, and looked around, scanning. He was about 700 yards to the North of the compound, and immediately, he engaged his suit's cloaking and dampening system. Unseen and unheard, he assessed the situation, marking his targets on his HUD. Within moments, he had a plan of attack, and was ready to move.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Phantom.[/spoiler]

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