rebels win ship goes boom everyone dies the end

[u][b][i]Chapter 1 - Into the Breach: Part 4[/i][/b][/u] [i][b]As the strategy meeting comes to an end, everyone arms themselves for the coming fight. A large hangar door begins to open behind Oracle, revealing a secret entrance leading into the main lobby, which has been evacuated. Oracle begins to transform into an armored 10 person transport, 6 passenger seats and 4 mounted gunner seats. Everyone is stunned for a brief moment as they watch the transformation unfold. He speaks once more before the sound of 'Flight of the Valkyries' deafens everyone in the room...[/b][/i] [i]Everyone, inside. We have a Revolution to put down.[/i]

Cook climbed out of the vent hungry and cold, walked the many hallways, in search of food. After searching many bodies in the hallway, he decides to wait in the main hangar for business he can con passing by. Open [spoiler]please no hate, I've never done this before, and I want to try. If I'm doing something wrong please pm me[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Chapter 1 - Into the Breach: Part 3[/u][/i][/b] [b][i]All agents of Blackwatch receive a message from Vega, to report to the Blackwatch Wing and await further instruction in the Atrium. As each member gathers, Oracle rises out of the ground, forming from the liquid metal rising from the floor. Once he finishes his flashy entrance. He begins to speak...[/i][/b] [i]Agents of Blackwatch, you were formed to handle situations and missions that others could not. This is the time for me to give you your first official assignment. This rebellion must be quelled, I will be leading you to the Rebel stronghold aboard the ship, in a large residential sector the people have been calling Concordia. We have information that they have been raiding local armories and have successfully acquired Class-A Siege Weapons, expect heavy resistance. Now, it is time to go into action. Are there any questions before we begin?[/i] [b][i]He stares at the small crowd silently, waiting for a response...[/i][/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i]*leans back on bench*[/i] When the hell is this ship gonna stop...? [b]coin sits in a hallway in the north sector[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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[b][i][u]Chapter 1 - Into the Breach: Part 2[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler][b][i]The ship is beginning to look more and more like a warzone as the ship continues to move through subspace. In the short time since Vagus fled Earth, several rebel gangs have formed. Wanting to take the ship for themselves, they fight against the ships clearly superior forces, and are losing their battles very quickly. Bodies of fallen rebels line the many hallways, all of which are transported to the reactor to be burned into nothingness. Several hundred thousand dies during the time the Vagus was in subspace, and the numbers continue to rise as more and more people begin the think that this ship is theirs to take. People begin to attack staff and security with crude weapons, some managing to incapacitate and kill security to acquire automatic weapons. There is absolute chaos on board, revolutionists march through the halls in search of more blood to spill, trying their best to break into other residences to force them to join. Although they did not succeed, they still have a following of several million. Oracle speaks over the ships PA system...[/i][/b] [i]Hello there, I can see that you think that your just simply, take over my ship. I'm afraid to inform you that, is [b]MY[/b] domain, and if you think that a petty rebellion will take it from me. You are going to regret being born.[/i] [b][i]The Blackwatch Wing's comms also activate, with a different message...[/i][/b] [i]Attention all agents of Blackwatch, there is a revolution taking place. Now it is time for your first official assignment. End this. Lethal force is authorized and recommended, protect all non-hostile civilians. They should be fairly easy to spot, crude makeshift metal and cloth armor with even very flimsy weapons. Now, you assignment begins now, go, [b]Kill Them All[/b][/i] [b][i]The PA goes silent, and the members of Blackwatch begin to take action...[/i][/b][/spoiler] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][u]Arrival: The Raider[/u][/b] [b]Vagus: Hangar Bay: 67[/b] [i]Activity remained as usual. Nothing but echoes and the usual activity bustling on the ship. The cold steel hangar would have appeared to be the last place he would be in. The fabric of space and time began to shatter- almost as if the air was breaking- cracking. Shards of space-time shattered until a chaotic white hole of nothingness appeared. A nearby ship's wing began to crack as well, as well as the air surrounding it. The metal broke and stretched out while, rewinding returning to its natural state, and broke and stretched out. Within seconds muffled noises could be heard from the white-hole- what sounded like the rampant noise of gun fire and crashing, unappealing noises of explosions and destruction were heard. Space-time had finally fractured, and the portal was opened. What came out- was a surprise. A [url=http://m.imgur.com/Oh4HymV]figure[/url] is sent hurling out of the portal rolling on the cold and hard ground. He grunted and looked at the fractured space-time portal, it began to repair itself as the fabrics and shards began to piece them self back like a puzzle assembling itself. Loud whirring and sharp rustling is heard as the portal re-assembles, leaving nothing but a bent fabric and a wavy texture in the air.[/i] [i]The smoke came from the figure, only it was just vapor reacting to the temperature of the cool ship. He rolled over and positioned himself on one knee as he panted. His helmet was on his head, with his cracked visor blinking- damaged from combat. His coat appeared somewhat torn and ragged, while his undersuit appeared to suffer from plasma burn on his sternum and stomach area. He was armed with what appeared to be a hand-held long barreled firearm of some sort resembling a long barreled pistol without any visible magazine clip while a small hand-held shotgun was in his hands. It resembled that of a blunderbuss, with a funnel like barrel but with a stock and pistol grip. A large octagon-tube shaped weapon appeared on the floor alongside him. He got up taking a deep breath and exhaling. In situations like these, it was best to remain calm, level headed, and start surveying the arrival point.[/i] Clayton, Kenshiro, nor Ava. Not a single person, just me. Well, I did tell them to stay put. Okay, space adventure- cool doesn't get old- just me with my wit and hopefully a crew that doesn't kill me. [i]He groaned as he got up, feeling his right side. He pressed gently and grunted while dropping down, the sensitivity and pressure was painful like something was poking against his skin from inside.[/i] And a pair of broken ribs. [spoiler]Open, Intro[/spoiler]

[b]a tall, robed figure leans against a dumpster in hangar bay 67. his head is down, and his arms crossed a small stream of smoke is streaming from the opening in the facial region of the robes. he taps the dumpster twice, and it fizzles, revealing the van.[/b] Where is he? [b]the van is parked under an overpass in the hangar, in the darkness[/b] [i]*pulls lit battery out of mouth feelers, throwing it on the ground* *lights beep blue twice*[/i] Brave. Where are you? Are you coming? [spoiler]closed[/spoiler]

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[i][b]Stranger in a Strange Land[/b][/i] [b]Aboard the Vagus, Deep Space[/b] [i]The hulking armored figure appeared in the bowels of the ship, walking forth from a rift in space and time.He stood at seven feet tall in his armor, heavily modified T-60F with an X-01 MKVI helm, all painted gunmetal grey. The eyes of his helmet glowed a brilliant reddish-orange, illuminating the blood spattered across the right side. On his right shoulder pauldron, a mounted M2HB belt-fed .50 caliber machine gun, on his right, the skull of some terrifying beast. An old and tattered American flag hung down from his shoulders like a cloak, covering his other weapons, a shotgun, a machete, and another belt-fed machine gun. On his chest-plate, a blue phoenix emblem was spray-painted on the left, and a shoulder holster containing an M1911 handgun was just below it. At his hips, a gunbelt with two revolvers, one at each hip. On the inside of his left leg, a large knife sheath. A matching sheath was on the back of his waist, hilt facing the left. Across all of his armor, a sparking electrical field. The mercenary had been to many worlds, many dimensions, and made many names for himself, and he figured this one would be as good as any to begin his latest adventures.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b] Crossbow [/b] *Was left to fester in a prison cell This is livin' hell But he's never been a fellow to just sit and dwell On how they set him up Said he killed the empress His will for vengeance Somewhat similar to his skills: it's endless Distill the tension Build momentum Till the thrill's tremendous He's going to bring a world of pain to them That's real relentless They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons And shows them in this most fleeting of moments There's no grave Their remains are feeding the rodents Now those close to them Are grieving and broken He leaves the bereaved With his deepest condolence...* [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

Into the bleach

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[b]Clyde hadn't left his room for 2 days, am the while metallic banging, welding, drilling, and other sounds were heard. Clyde still sits in his room working on his unknown gadget[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i]New guy on the block. Back hallway of the Vagus[/i][/b] https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F In one of the dark, dingy corridors of the Vagus, an anomaly occurs. A rip in time and space itself, the air splitting into a swirling purple and black void, and out steps a figure. The man stood tall, at about 6'2", clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor. Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. At the man's hip lie three katanas. The first is a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. The second is more at home, completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. Devoid of color. The third and final blade is rather drab; an olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. One of the more peculiar things about the man is the mask he wore. A traditional Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. Like it was caught between a snarl and a scream. From the few movements he made, it could be seen He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very form just reeked of power and capability. Like his body was merely a vessel of unrestricted power. It was almost hard to not be impressed by the confidence in him. The Vagus was surely in for an adventure. The Ronin had arrived. (Open.)