Gathering of the Figments

The Grey Dawn · Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:04 pm Post subject: Sci-Fi RP

I figure I might as well start a sci-fi one. I want to try switching genres again, see if I'm any better at sci-fi than fantasy or horror (although I figured out my problem in fantasy, I know what's going to happen, making it boring). WARNING: I often use profanity in my writing (something you may not has seen so much) and the character and setting I have in my mind leads to a more explicit use of profanity than usual, so there might be quite a bit being uttered by me.
I don't really want to lay down a plot here. I want that to kind of spring up through our posts. So rather than the plot, I'll just post a little background. Not much though. Mankind has remained on Earth; most of the major countries have collapsed; uncertainty rules the world. Yup that's all; work with it!

Name: Gerome Oswald
Nickname: Jerry
Age: 25
Height: 6" 0'
Occupation: Lieutenant of the Legions of Lower Canada
Description: Brown haired and green eyed, he has the well-tuned body of a man whose been fighting all his life (as he has). The stumbles of a beard can often be seen on his face.
Background: Born a few years before the war in the remains of Vancouver, he has been fighting all his life. He rose quickly through the ranks supporting the rebellion and was rewarded when they won. Not long after the victory however the surrounding territories invaded. Now he is stuck in the war between Lower Canada and the United Territories.
Perspective: 1st person

"SHEEEEEEEELL!" the long cry, caused my men and me to dive to the ground. Nearby the ground exploded sending earth tumbling over us. I jumped up and charged the other side, my boots sinking into the muddy ground. A machine gun fired to my left. Rat-ta-tat-tat. I kept running until I reached the trench. I jumped in firing my gun. Rat-ta-tat-tat. My men followed right behind me. The bunker that contained the machine gun lay to our left. I ripped off a grenade from my vest and throw it in.
"FU-" the man never had a chance to say anything else before shrapnel pierced every inch of his body. I ran into the bunker. The blood of the soldiers covered the wall. The machine gun was a smoking mess.
I picked up my radio, "This one's clear of the Garyies." No one knew how they got their nickname, but that's what we all called the enemy.
In a few minutes the rest of our arm came rushing into the muddy trench. As much as I hated it, the mud was our saviour. Without it this place would already have an detachment of mechs out here. We prepared for the next charge.
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pommie42 · Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:28 pm Post subject:

OOC: As this is sci-fi, I'd assume that alien goodies and super-high tech stuff is expected here Very Happy

Name: James Collins
Age: 28
Height: 5'9
Occupation: Field Commander in the Rebel Alliance (No Star Wars reference intended)
Description: His hawk like yellow eyes are constantly scanning the horizon in the fashion of a man who has been on the alert for danger for many years. This, with his long black hair and perpetual five-o-clock shadow give him an almost feral look. A long, jagged scar runs the entire length of his right arm, though no-one has dared ask what caused it.
Background: His father was one of the gropu of traitors who brought about the Great War that has so ravaged Earth. It was his father who launched the nuclear missiles that wiped out most of Asia. Though he is now dead, James has vowed to continue his father's work, and to become the undisputed ruler of Earth, by any means necessary.
Perspective: 1st Person

"READY! AIM! FIRE!"
I braced myself for the recoil of the artillery battery, and the deafening explosion that followed. In the distance I could see the shell cut swaths into the ill-disciplined men of those still loyal to the United Forces.
I watched calmly as a squad broke off, ducking between cover and aproach the forward lines of my men.
"Las-cannon at the ready." I barked to my men, and they hastily obliged, targetting the long barreled gun towards the break away group.
"Fire!"
A stream of red light streaked away down to the men. Usually empolyed as an Anti-Vehicle weapon, the las-shot was not troubled by the men's armour, incinerating several of them in one shot.
The survivors dived into cover.
"Prepare the mortars."
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The Grey Dawn · Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 11:28 pm Post subject:

OOC: Of course.
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"Ready, Gerry?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Lector, one of my men, and men charged over the walls of the trench. The mud sucked at our feet less every step. A gunshot and Lector's head exploded, sending a part of his brain slamming into my head. "SNIPER!" my yell pierced the air, and we dived behind a rock. "Hand me the laser."
"Sir?"
"HAND ME THE LASER!"
"Aye, sir."
I picked up our one laser rifle. I adjusted the scope and leaned slightly out behind cover. I saw his face. He looked like any one of us would. I shut out the details. The cross-hairs touched his nose and I pulled the trigger. His blue eyes did not even have time to look surprised.
We continued our charge.
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pommie42 · Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 12:54 pm Post subject:

Our sniper died quite suddenly.
"Behind cover!" I snapped out to my men.
I had been watching Jared as he had died, so I knew roughly where the shot had come from. But I needed time to make the shot. That I did not have now, the enemy sniper would have reloaded.
"Wichowski, move over there." I said to a man who I didn't particularly like. Wichowski sent me a questioning glance, but when I raised my hand to point at where I wanted him to be, he reluctantly did so. I readied my bolt-pistol.
Wichowski was shot down as soon as he left the cover, and instantly I was there. One shot. That was all I needed. Though the range was far greater than the supposed maximum range of the pistol, the single bolt travelled as if guided by my will, and plunged itself deep into the heart of an enemy soldier. Not the sniper, I could see the barrel of the gun poking out behind a rock, the actual sniper hidden.
I rolled back behind cover before the sniper could reload.
"Mortars! Change target!"
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rowpindi · Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:51 pm Post subject:

((Not entering, just want to say this is way more war than sci-fi. Where are the light sabres!))
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The Grey Dawn · Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 6:48 pm Post subject:

OOC: Bah, sci-fi doesn't need light sabers.
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I saw one of my men drop, "F*ck!" I flung the laser on my shoulder and pulled out my rifle. "On the count of three." My men knodded."
"One." My breath tightened.
"Two." I grabbed a grenade.
"THREE!" I chucked the grenade as I ran.
I ran blindly. My feet stuck less and less with each step. Soon we would be in the range of mechs.
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marianas · The Scarlet Pimpernel Joined: 19 Feb 2007 Posts: 435

*is bored*
Name: Rho
Gender: female
Age: 22 (sort of)
Height: 3'10"
Background: was part of a (failed) experiment at the beginning of the War to create the "perfect soldier" (hence her being called only by a greek letter). As a consequence, while her mental development is perfectly normal, her physical development was stunted and she perpetually resembles and 11-yr-old. Escaped and is leading a band of about six in something, who live under the ruins of Vancouver in a system of caverns nicknamed Lower Lionsgate. They're a close-knit group, just trying to survive.
Appearance: sandy brown hair cropped to about ear-length, rather messily and obviously with a knife. greyish eyes, freckles. Carries a machine gun like she knows how to use it (she does), and many other weapons.
Perspective: 1st person present

The sounds of gunfire echo down the pipes. I roll my eyes. Those pipes are useful for knowing when it's safe to go above ground (never, lately), but the clatter they make during a battle give me a headache. What's the point in the fighting? I wonder, as always. They're certainly not gaining any food through it. Food is the only thing I can worry about now. We had some supplies stocked up, but we were starting to run low. I hated stealing from those who had just as little as we did, but really, what was the choice? I'm not just taking care of herself; there are six others who looked to me for support.

Speaking of them... "Hurry up," I hiss over my shoulder. Jean trotted up behind me, carrying her gun in her free hand. Jean, though nearly 50, was probably the best fighter of the group. I hated that the distinction did not go to me, but I'm nearly helpless without weapons due to my size.

"I'm hurrying, kid," she hissed. She's the only one who's allowed to call me kid, because, even at 22, I'm still a kid to her. The others need reminding that I'm about the same age.

"Well, hurry more." She knows I don't intend to be mean. She knows I'm just anxious. Luke needs medicine and badly, if he's to survive even two days. She's just as worried as I am. She runs a hand through her hair as she stops for breath. Her hair is thick and full but nearly pure white and cropped to about two inches long.

"Don't worry, something will turn up," she says, but she's trying to comfort herself as much as me and I'm not fooled. We move down the passageways. They are part natural cavern, part concrete tunnel from the days before the fall of Vancouver. No one has discovered them yet, but it's only a matter of time, so our home--if you could call it that--is protected even further.
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pommie42 · Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:16 pm Post subject:

I watched grimly as the mortar shells came crashing down in the trench the Loyalists had just vacated. They were fortunate, but that would not last long.
"Sir, the Dreadnought Walkers are in position, and have tocked onto their targets." Collins, my second-in-command said in my ear.
"Robbins, get me the Dreadnought Commander online now!" I barked to my communications operative.
"Online now, sir."
"Inform him to kill without mercy, this is not the time to capture and convert, there must be no survivors."
"Wilco sir."
I turned back to scan the terrain again, a smile on my face as I watched the slaughter below.
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marianas · The Scarlet Pimpernel Joined: 19 Feb 2007 Posts: 435

The ground shakes. They're not just firing at each other anymore, they're bringing out the big stuff. I really don't want to head for the surface now, but I don't see much choice in the matter.

I wish Jean wasn't with me. If something happened to me, she's the one I want in charge. But I know she would never turn back. I wouldn't either, so I accept that as well as possible, which isn't very.

We reach one of the climbing points--places where the pipes go straight up with plenty of broken ends and support beams that it's just as good as a ladder. The noise from the battle above is deafening in this narrow shaft, but I block it out as best I can and start climbing. The machine gun strapped to my back grates uncomfortably against me, but I ignore it. I would never go without it, but I need it especially considering where we're going.
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Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 12:52 am Post subject:

(so we are in a majorly confusing sci-fi war right? that means anything majorly confuzing is acceptable right?! WOOOPEEEEEE! my kind of RP? i formally invite myself to join??? is it sanctioned?)
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And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

pommie42 · Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 2:04 am Post subject:

OOC: Yep, just get a character, tell us about him/her and post away Very Happy

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Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 2:02 pm Post subject:

Name: Delias
Nickname: Del
Age: unknown
Height: 5'8, 6'4, 4'6. it changes
Occupation: Ship commander
Description: 5'8 sandy brown hair with prematurely white temples strong jawline and stubble mixed with shaving scars. Green-light brown eyes. Tanned. Tattoos. sparrow on his upper arm, strange symbol on his wrist and an albatross on his back left shoulderblade. Muscular. Caloused hands and feet. never wears shoes or a shirt. always wears a small gold ring on a strip of leather around his neck and has both ears peirced, filled with gold rope loops. Also carries a whole heap of small objects in a tote bag on his belt. few have seen what it contains but some claim they turn into mega mechanic machines that do his bidding. which is a load of speculation.
Background: Father and Mother murdered, sister alive, living with his brother in iceland. History in naval expeditions, mysterious, no one really knows much but its known that he disapeared off his ship in the middle of the ocean during the first rebelion in canada. Then returned at the end of the rebellion with stars in his eyes. which remain there.
Perspective: changes
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

The Grey Dawn · Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 2:34 pm Post subject:

The shook with every step the colossus that walked towards us took. I picked up the radio from my belt, "They're bringing in mechs!" We were almost in range of the giant. "Alpha-187!" My troops immediately spread out in pattern. I started my run towards the mech. The ground disappeared around me as massive shells slammed into it. I ran zig-zagging to make aiming almost impossible. The thing raised it's massive energy cannon. I heard the humming of its charging as the entire machine shut down. This was my chance. I ran full speed ahead. Three seconds until it fired. I was almost there. Two seconds until it fired. I arrived at the mech. One second until it fired. I slammed down a charge. It fired. The energy of the weapon was routed into my charge. I took out my sword and dug into the armour. I had five seconds before the entire machine self-destructed.
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Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 2:39 am Post subject:

Delias looked calmly at the carnage before him. Two hundred thousand tons, the largest, most mindless ocean cutter in the enemies arsenal, lay strewn in pieces before his eyes. Metal shavings the size of small icebergs revealed their naked cabins, crawling with little blue men. Surrounded by a ring of bubbles and orange life boats. What upset him was not the fact that the conquest had cost lives, no, rather, that it should have been harder. And as passionate for human life as he was, there was an unfinished chore.

"Stinger!"
"'ay sir?" came a rough voice behind on his left
"Fork them."
"... 'ay sir."

Delias hated the smell of hesitation. It lingered for so long, building up like salt and sweat, in piles... like the piles of mutilated bodies he was about to send to feed the devil of the deep.
He felt Stingers nervous tread on the planks behind him and turned his thoughts to the task at hand. Turning around he sent two dozen hard arsed newly recruited sailors to the foredeck.

"In a line!"

There followed a hurried trampling of bare feet as the recruits lined up and paid attention.

Delias began to pace in front of them, looking them over, he walked right up close to a few of them, close enough to smell their stinking breath, salt, fish and sweat. He sent two of the men away before finally giving each man a small coin from his even smaller moleskin tote bag. The coins were made of tortise shell, and each carried a different symbol gilted on the surface in gold.

Resuming his pacing Delias looked them over again. He was expecting better things from this group.
"Do not. Ever. Loose sight of your coin. Ever. Comprende!?"
Twenty two sailors nodded, taught that words were not necessary to say yes or no.

"You are now important men, but if you loose these coins. You are no longer important. The coins i have just given you each hold powerful secrets. which you will unleash. Those coins will help you find out information safely, protect you in battle. They are your secret and your saviour, but you, are also their protectors. wear them with pride and they will keep you sane. Your learning starts now, begining with the Fork procedure. Every sailor on the wreck infront of us must be killed. Do it. Now."

Hesitation. again. Delias smelt their understanding of the task and their fear. Their incomprehension of method. Watched them as they dived off the ship into the water, knives in their mouths. But he knew, not to tell them. His hand rose absent mindedly to the coin around his own neck, silverfish had been dormant far too long.
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

apoc_master · Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 3:53 pm Post subject:

Name: Mac Kalandasar
Age: 17
Gender: male (if you couldn't guess)
Build: 6'2" 180lbs
Appearance: Short brown hair, brown eyes, Muscular, has a piercing gaze.
Personality: one prone to blood rages... especially in close combat. really hard to get along with.
Occupation: Guerrilla Engineer
Weapon skills: Laser Rifles/pistols, Bladed weapons, Grenades (and other explosives) and Conventional guns.
POV: Changes

(story when i can integrate my character in the situation)
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