Finding Haladras Roleplaying Thingie (from sc.org)

[X9]

Hey, guys, it's X9X9 (known as X9 (http://starcraft.org/users/X9) on http://www.starcraft.org)...I'm (http://www.)...I'm) starting the very small rp thing that we had on www.starcraft.org (http://www.starcraft.org) here, on Warboards, so here's how it goes...

M.I.A. -Haladras-

Time Period: year 2452, 2 years after conclusion of StarCraft: Brood War and the Second Battle of Char
Genre: Science-Fiction, based on StarCraft, but also more futuristic weapons and fan fiction (from my own works, such as Raynor's Raiders (http://starcraft.org/fanfiction/Serials/Raynor%27s+Raiders%3A+Chapter+I+%28and+a+bit+of+II %29 (http://starcraft.org/fanfiction/Serials/Raynor%27s+Raiders%3A+Chapter+I+%28and+a+bit+of+II %29)) and also Myrmidon (http://starcraft.org/fanfiction/serials/family+reunion%3a+chapter+i).
Style: Organized - all members that wanna join, please email me at alpha_217@verizon.net or msg me on WarBoards or Starcraft.org, but for approved members (which includes ShadowStryker, Haladras, Protogod, Seera, 2hededlizrd, all those that were mentioned in my mini-fanfic, also including newly approved members, etc...) may post whatever mini-stories they want.
How It Works: I will shortly post a short story. This was on www.starcraft.org (http://www.starcraft.org). This was a little mockery of how the acclaimed fanfic writer, Haladras, left www.starcraft.org (http://www.starcraft.org). We will post mini-stories in succession advancing the plot. Please do not do ridiculous things: I have a general outline that I'd like followed, but if you guys have good ideas, post them in the form of mini-stories! These mini-stories are approx., let's see, maybe a paragraph long or longer.
Back Story: A Terran Marine Squad, let by Lt. Protogod and vice-commanded by Sergeant Ktan, engaged a small Protoss force on an anonymous desert planet, but were overrun by the Zerg. Protogod sacrificed Haladras, a Vulture pilot, to hold off the Zerg until the squad could load on an exfil dropship and escape.

Meanwhile, the Terran Prowler X, in low orbit and observing the confrontation, moves to try to search and exfiltrate Haladras. The crew of the X is the commander, X9, and also Lt. Seera, executive officer, although whoever that's onboard can be w/ my short permission.

That's it, I'll paste the story in its entirity when I get home on this thread.

Have fun!

[X9]

The thundering of gauss rifles sounded in the air, abruptly punctuated by the high-pitched, clearly synthetic whining of a fragmentation grenade launcher: a Vulture-class reconnaisance hover bike.

Cyan, flaring energy discharges lit the smoke surrounding the scene, the photonic pressure from the high frequencies of the bolts pressing away the smog in concentrically spherical trajectories.

This was the battlefield of www.starcraft.org: the last stand of the StarCraft Expanion Group against the indomitable forces of Chaos, Anger, and Repulsiveness.

The dirt hissed around a makeshift metallic barricade from a Dragoon phase disrupter impact that was too close, the water molecules within the earthen material superheating and vaporizing, leaving a winding trail of rising vapor from the charred, pitted miniature crater.

The commands of K'tan rose over the chaos on SQUADCOM. "All units, advance! Adad, Gregleo, flanking fire! Fireteam Smasher, move to Vector Two-Sixty to support advance units. Over."

There was the hissing of a muffled scream: a Terran Marine unwilling to show weakness or unmanliness in front of his squadmates as a psi blade jabbed through the NeoSteel/gel ballistic layers of his CMC-300 combat armor. He rolled to the ground, dropping into the hazy grayness of shock as a chorus of gauss rifles thundered. "Torrasque is down! Medic, move to forward position! Smasher elements, redirect fire to cover Octopus. Over!"

More rifles chattered: asyncrhonously arranged supermagnets propelling depleted uranium 12mm spikes at the advancing horde of Zealots. Their phalanx warped to one side like overheating, pliable plastic as Haladras on the Vulture accelerated, firing a string of frag grenades: cover fire for the medical specialist, Octopus, to retrieve Torrasque and retrograde the hell out of the heavy fire zone.

"10-4, patient secured." There was a hiss as combat encrypters temporarlily shut down and reactivated on Haladras' Vulture. "Watch it, Op Com, we have tangos advancing from the rear: Zerg! How the hhell did they get here?"

Adad muttered, "Who the hell cares? Blow them to hell."

Lizard whooped, clearly in the influence of the endorphins of a standard-issue stim-pack jacked up by some black-market stuff. "Yahoo!"

Protogod, the sole officer at Op Com, which was the dropship hovering a kilometer behind the chaos, winced as the tidal wave of zerglings broke their clean formation from the stuttering of haladras' grenade launcher and leapt into the air. "Dammit. Squad, redirect fire."

There was a hiss as Gregleo stumbled and fell, impaled in the chestplate by zergling claws. K'tan, the second-in-command of the squad, shrieked, his normally placid voice turned frantic and pupils turned jagged by the inhuman, feral beasts swarming around him and thinning his detachment, "Op Com, we need evac on the double!"

In extreme low orbit, the Hermes-class Subprowler X hung, kept in its position by microbursts of station-keeping altitude thrusters. Seera whispered, "Commander, they need help. Request permission to initiate orbital bombardment."

Commander X9, his real name censored by military intelligence protocols replied omniously, "Wait, Lieutenant, and watch."

The sight of Gregleo's shattered body on the floor was extraordinarly disheartened, and Octopus felt a dagger being driven through his heart as he saw his former squadmate, down, armor splattered by dust and ragged plumes of blood. Adad, however, was driven over the line by the death of his best friend. "You fucking bitches!", he cried, his ban of profanity lifted in mad, uncontrollable grief, fingers shaking within their gauntlets, "Fuck you!"

Haladras felt the psychological blow. "Op Com, this is Recon One movin' in."

More grenades fired, and zerglings fell as they swept over the fallen marine's body.

Seera couldn't bear it anymore, reaching for the weapons controls of the X. X9 roughly pushed her hands away from the console. "No, Lieutenant."

Oblivious to the chaos beneath, Protogod watched contendly as the squad extracted themselves from a wave of zerglings, just to see a lumbering ultralisk in the distance, tusks lined with blood and acidic saliva as its four cumbersome legs bashed against the desert sand. He hissed, "Damn it", and screamed into the boom mike, "ALL UNITS, RETURN TO OP COM FOR EXFIL!"

Octopus swore profanely as he continued injecting the atropine into the injector slots on Torrasque's armor. "Op Com, I need time. I need to resuit Torrasque and get him back. His legs are paralyzed: spinal cord fracture at L5, Lieutenant."

Time seemed to deaden and the air grew darker around Protogod as he saw Torrasque's prone figure. He thought, This is what this war is, right? Trading lives for time. He numbly moved his fingers to readjust his helmet-mounted mike, and said in a raspy voice, "Recon One, move into the breach and engage the primary hostile. Over."

Haladras' eyes widened in shock, knowing that he was being used as a disposible chopstick, holding the lines long enough for the rest of the squad to get out safely. He was about to cry out about his life, but knew his duty. "Yes sir. Engaging."

With that, he reoriented his bike with a ripple in the sands beneath his Vulture from the shifting gravitational fields. His armored figure riding straddle-legged into the billowing sandy winds was the last thing that Protogod saw from his hovering command ship.

Expansion Squad, save two: Haladras and Gregleo, boarded the Op Com dropship and left.

However, X9, his ship stealthed and in an observatory position, could not bear the second name on the casualty list any further. He muttered, tears welling in his eyes over the loss of a...not company mate, but FRIEND. "Lieutenant Seera, to hell with damn protocol."

His eyes blazed as he saw the view screen.

"We're bringing in the old X back in for one more exfiltration run, Lieutenant."

"We're getting Haladras back no matter the cost."

-X9

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The Hermes-class Exfiltration Prowler was the finest of its class: standing at just over 90 meters long, it was a melange of artfully geometrically arrayed stealth plating with thermal and electromagnetically ablative coating: enough armor to survive several Protoss Scout dual photon blasts and enough time to break out its primary weapon: a high-velocity magnetically accelerated gauss cannon. In other circumstances, its covert profile allowed it to sneak behind enemy fleets and dispatch a field of nuclear mines...nasty little surprises that unleash a maelstrom of electromagnetic radiation that could obliterate any small battle group.

The Exfiltration Prowler X was no different from the rest of its classification...except that its silicon/germanium superconducting processing core was controlled by a specific artifical intelligence: Dr. T, or the lengthy designator, Doctor Terabyte.

The ghostly voice whispered from the matte-black speakers of the X, "Commander, approaching LZ Bravo. Gauss cannon triple-checked. Stealth measures fully enabled. Counterelectronics package fully operational. Sir, if I may remind you, this is a strict violation of the mission objectives of OPERATION: Torno Wind..."

Serra, clad in a non-regulation softly pressed cotton blue jumpshirt, the cotton rare because of the number of agricultural worlds in the grasp of the Zerg, muttered irritatedly, "Oh, shut up Dr. T, for once."

The ghastly shadow, X9, concealed his brief smile under his umbrage of artificially generated shadow.

"Dr. T, override Subprotocol Zenith-Kappa-Five."

The A.I. processed the request. "Aye, Commander. Coming about exfiltration zone. Weapons online."

Serra's gaze narrowed to laser edges, hard enough to fragment the laserproof viewports of the exfil prowler. "We'll find Hal, Commander."

X9 cocked a short-cut gauss carbine in his gauntlet-armored hands.

"10-4. Dr. T, initiate full electronic countermeasures for standard landing operations..."

-X9
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The first mini-story is setting the background, the second was from a user request on www.starcraf.torg to elaborate on his character.

Cheers,

X9

[X9]

Okay guys...this is X9X9 again...

Here are the character rules...

You must have a name. I really don't care what it is, it can be your username, the first part of your real name, a made-up-name, but be sure there's an easy way to abbreviate it.

I am hereby exercising my right to make amends to the aforementioned story and changing it around a bit.

There are factions you can join...

Terran Dominion

Office of Naval Intelligence - the domain of the colloquial "spooks", intelligence agents, the typically high-forehead type plus the black op grunts that handle the dirty work for the bosses...
Section Zero - Command & Control
Section One - Counterintelligence and Counterterrorism
Section Two - Electronic Intelligence (division where all prowlers, including the X, are attached to
Section Three - Special Warfare (down-'n-dirty grunts)
Section Four - Special Weapons (biochemical + nuclear warfare research, black op weps development, etc...)
Joker Squad (formerly known as Expansion), Calypso Squadron (fanon Special Forces unit) - unit of Terran Marines

REVISION: What you can join...

1. Joker Squad - Terran Marine squad, under Sergeant Seth Moran (2hededlizrd)
2. X - ONI Section II Exfiltration Subprowler, under Commander Fimbulwinter (x9x9)
3. Will o' the Wisp - ONI Subprowler, COMMANDING OFFICER VACANT (Hal, I dunno if can do this, you're in some wierdo hospital thingy...?!

So, post your profile on this page after I've given you permission to join.
I. Name
II. Occupation (ONI, Jokers, I'll add in more ltr)
III. Specialties
You will have 10 points worth of special skills. Below are what you can ivnest them in
-Close-Range Combat (psi blades, melee weps, garrotees, etc...)
-Ranged Combat (gauss rifles, machine-guns, etc...)
-Long-Range Combat & Heavy Weapons (rockets, snipes, heavy machine-guns, etc...)
-Foreign Technology (repurposing protoss, xel'naga, zerg tech)
-Starship Proficiency (navigation, ship weapons, etc...)
-Science (biochemistry, quantum physics, ALSO INCLUDES MEDICAL SKILLS AND TERRAN TECH, etc...)
-Endurance (vitality in comnat, amount of time until cardiac arrest occurs, etc...)
-Stealth & Infiltration
IV. Weapons
You have 20 points worth of starting weapons...
Gauss Rifle - 12 points
DP-10 Fragmentation Grenade (distractory, stun) - 5 points each
Incindinery Plasma Grenade - 10 points each
Handgun - 4 points
Sniper Rifle - 16 points
That's it for now....I will definately add in more later.
NOTE: you can only dual-wield handguns, gauss and sniper you can only use 1 @ a time...lol...=D ;D

That's it. Also attach a brief, realistic character history. None should be too outstanding or extravagant.

Have fun!

Remember, pm me to join!

Cheers,

X9

[X9]

My profile, X9...

i. Name - hmmm...instead of calling myself "X9", a crappy name, I'll be...code-name Fimbulwinter, or just FW =D Norse mythology...
ii. Occupation: Commander (that's the RANK, not leader of ONI Sec 2), Office of Naval Intelligence, Section Two, ELINT
iii. Specialties:
Starship Proficiency - 6
Science - 4
*NOTE* - I consider that ALL people know how to use a gun at close range...hell it's just PULLING THE TRIGGER...so even though I didn't invest in any kind of combat, I CAN use a handgun lol
iv. Weapons:
2x Handgun (8/20 points)
2x Frag Grenade (10/20 points)
2 points remaining...I'll just waive them. no need for an intel officerto have THAT many weps...
v. Character History - Commander Fimbulwinter (or just FW) has no none history - all of his records were wiped by ONI in an effort to keep him anonymous. He is, however, the commander of the Hermes-class Exfiltration Subprowler X.

Cheers,

X9

[Vhaeraun]

4 posts? Why didn't you just edit ffs?

[X9]

whoops...sorry...still new to this...

cheers,

x9

[Seera]

X9, I'll join if you explain the details of all those... like "Rank." I have no clue how to go in there, except that I'm a "Lieutenant"

Whoops, I just realized you said "PM me to join." I'm sorry.

[X9]

lol.

just look at my profile.

you can be wahtever name you want to be...like...Seera! if you want, you can stay at your post @ the prowler w/ me =D or else do whatever you want. hell, you don't even have to be a lieutenant. the occupations you can choose from are Joker Squad (expansion squad formerly) or ONI, spook world. choose one. then, choose skills n' weps...

cheers,

x9x9

[Avenged7Fold]

Dude...that's fucking crazy. I'm so in on this...I'll just need some time to make up a char, though I'll probably just use the one from Forgotten Chronicles

[X9]

=D no idea what Forgotten Chronicles is, but sure.

And Avenged7Fold...you're inveited. So is Seera.

cheers,

x9x9

[Avenged7Fold]

:o You don't know what Forgotten Chronicles is?! I'm..hurt:cry: It was a series that I was working on, but I've not had much time to get any further into it. Damn Marine Corps, sucks all the time and life out of you. Anyways...I won't hold it against you...I suppose. Never the less, I am most honored to partake in this...

[X9]

ahhh...whoops.

well, for the MArine Corps, it a f**cking honor to speak w/ you. I'm 13, way too young to serve..I can't lift aweight lol but I can run but it's a problem if I can't heft a gun lol...

I'm HONORED to have you in this.

cheers,

x9x9

Ah, and ADDENDUM: peoples invited so far are Dark.Mirror, 2hededlizrd, seera, Avenged7Fold, Protogod, Haladras, Ktan, Torrasque4U, DoctorOctopus, plus all peoples mentioned in fanfic...
cheers,

x9x9

[X9]

Okay, and another change:
ORGANIZATIONS THAT YOU CAN JOIN:
Joker Squad - Terran Marine unit
Office of Naval Intelligence, Section Two - Electronic Intelligence-gathering division of ONI, you may join the crew of the exfiltration prowler X or else the Prescience-class prowler Will o' the Wisp. The person that commands the WotW is a rank of lieutenant commander.

Interested?

The primary duty of the Prescience classification is intel-gathering, whilest that of the Hermes classification of exfil subprowler is mainly high-risk exfiltrations and insertions into hot zones and a secondary goal of ELINT gathering

[2hededlizrd]

My wicked profile, if I may:

Name: Sgt. Seth Moran, nicknamed the "2hededlizrd" for his random bouts of schitzophrenia (is that spelt right? lol)

Occupation: A soldier, what else? X9, if you want details here, give me a suggestion. Draw your conclusions from his stats, if you want to :P

Specialties: Ranged Combat: 7 (a good shot with a gauss rifle)
Long-Range Combat: 3 (I like big bangs, and the parts flying offa people. Rocket Launchers all the way!!!)

Weapons: Gauss rifle (12/20)
Handgunx2 (if able...) (20/20)
Well, if you allowed at least 2 more points, I'd take the Plasma Grenade, since it's 10, but oh well...

History: Sgt. Moran is a stolid soldier, having served for 10 years. When he's his usual self, he's quiet, stern when he needs to be, and a guiding hand in the development of his men. During battle, however, the persona known as the "2hededlizrd" takes over, where he's all over the place, showing off his unique skill with the Gauss rifle and his love of things that cause great damage and destruction. He operates a rocket launcher at need, but his skill with this apparatus is less than his skill with the rifle, and he sometimes misfires.

What do you think?

I'm of the Joker Squad, btw :P

[hasmoo]

First of all, can I be in? Second, why isn’t there a vehicle Proficiency (vultures, tanks, and laiths)? Or is that covered in starship Proficiency? And third, can you increase the amount of weapons so that there are tanks?

Till cows rule the world,
Hasmoo

p.s. I don’t mind being a stupid peon that gets killed off in the first ten seconds.

[X9]

Wait, 2hededlizrd: CORRECTION! gauss rifle combat is med-range combat, not long range...if that's what you want

hasmoo, I privately messaged you: you're in.

i'm holding off on vehicles...seeing that peps are interested enough 1st b4 expanding.

Anyone wanna take the Will o' the Wisp?

Just ask!

Cheers,

x9x9

Oh, and 2hededlizrd, there ain't rockets YET. =S sorry...need to compute damages b4 adding them in...you're the snipe spec for the Jokkers, or until someone gets a btter profeciency w/ snipe


cheers,

x9x9

[Haladras]

Gotta get in on this. Anything with my name on it HAS to be good.

Lieutenant Commander Davis "Hackapell" Harad

Now me, I'm a scientist at heart, which means I can bend your body in half with just my mind if brain power equated to physical strength. However, I have Ghost regimented training, though somewhat informally. Strategic planning is part of my resume, so I think that Lieutenant commander position is viable. If no one objects, of course.

Hold out weapon-10/10
Psionic powers
Docked science vessel with the modified 10 damage Arbiter plasma weapon.

If there was a Protoss group that might be an interesting one, but there isn't.

An exemplary, if somewhat unconventional, captain. His background is somewhat mysterious, seeming to begin with his graduation from the Interstellar Academy of Solaris at the somewhat odd age of thirty-two. No one knows what he did in his youth, but considering his vast knowledge of the universe and its inhabitants-including the enigmatic Protoss- it appears to be a lifestyle that was borne of anomalous prodigiousness, or perhaps even crime. Who knows? His insight into the workings of other races seems strange, even mystical, and one wonders how he exactly acquired his psionic talents.

[Haladras]

Wait a minute. It appears I have operated seperate from the allowed character sheet. My bad!
Sorry, I'll make my own a little later. Everything is the same except for the weapons and feats and stuff.

[X9]

SHIT!

HALADRAS IS IN THIS! SHIT SHIT SHIT HOT SHIT SHIT!

Haladras...you're, well, Haladras. Went on the awry mission to take out an ultralisk...post what you think happened to you. and don't die.

also...
okay...kicking it off...

= = = = =

The D3 Terran Dropship Burke's Maiden touched down at the austere Terran installation outpost of Jamestown on the outlying colony desert world of Sanjin Major, far removed from New Korhal, the capital world.

Joker Squad, slightly

gtg now will finish later adios

cheers,

x9x9

[Haladras]

Okay. Here's my weapon stats.

Didn't see much in the way of handguns, unfortunately. I thought of my character as only using a single one. However, two will have to do for the extra damage I want.

2 handguns. One incendiary grenade.

Here's the character sheet. I wanted navigation to go along with that, but it wouldn't be keeping in accordance with my character.

Science: 4 points
Foreign Technology: 4 points
Ranged weapons: 2 points.

[Haladras]

Wait. But Haladras is, well, predetermined! The character is already made. Where's the fun in that?

Ah well. I guess I'll just graft the character on.

I wanted that ship, though.

Okay, here's what happened.

Haladras found himself in a darkened room, the azure glow of the bio-bed beneath him his only illumination. When he straightened, he heard a movement near the apex of the chambers and suddenly a pair of fiery blue eyes, swirling with a fathomless ocean of untapped passion and power, turned their scrutinous stare upon him, and Haladras began to shift beneath their gaze. Upon seeing him, the orbs glowed even more incandescently with power, and a voice sounded within Haladras' mind.

You have finally returned, Taroth.

Haladras froze. He had not heard that name for a long, long time...

[2hededlizrd]

X9, as for my character stats,

I guess they'll be: Mid-Range Attack 7
Explosives (if you have that catagory yet) 3

If you want a sniper proficiency, well...i guess, but only if no one else jumps into Joker Squad with that proficiency.

[hasmoo]

quick question.
what falls under the "Close-Range Combat" catagory?

edit:
what WEAPON falls under the "Close-Range Combat" catagory?

i cant belive i have to edit a question.....

[Avenged7Fold]

Name Sergeant Sean "Avenged Seven Fold" Anderson

Occupation Jokers

Specialties

-Ranged Combat: 7/10
-Endurance 3/10

Weapons
You have 20 points worth of starting weapons...
Gauss Rifle - 12/20
Handgunx2 - 20/20

History

Sean Anderson is a Sergeant with the Jokers, and a good friend of Sgt. Moran's. Having only been serving with the Terran military for 6 years, he is easily Sgt. Moran's junior NCO and respectfully allows his friend to take the position as senior NCO. Having a lot of respect for his friend, there isn't much that Sgt. Anderson wouldn't do for Moran, even if it meant endangering his own life. More of the "negotiating" type of leader, Anderson doesn't tend to discipline his subordinates much, leaving that instead to Moran. Due to this fact, alot of his subordinates find him to be leniant, but the true fact is is that his war records show him as anything but a laxidasical Marine.

[X9]

SHIT!

HALADRAS IS IN THIS! SHIT SHIT SHIT HOT SHIT SHIT!

Haladras...you're, well, Haladras. Went on the awry mission to take out an ultralisk...post what you think happened to you. and don't die.

also...
okay...kicking it off...

= = = = =

The D3 Terran Dropship Burke's Maiden touched down at the austere Terran installation outpost of Jamestown on the outlying colony desert world of Sanjin Major, far removed from New Korhal, the capital world.

Joker Squad, slightly depleted, docked with "Jamestown" - a far too extravagant name for such a minor outpost: a cut-down command center attached to a barracks, three dilapated bunkers with minimal armor, and a small armory, or translation: a cache of handguns and gauss rifles...

- - - - -

The neon green text scrolled across Fimbulwinter's integrated glasses, uplinked to the computer banks of the prowler X.

The coding has been specifically designed to circumvent the lockout firewall measures of Dr. T, the resident AI of the prowler.

=Flash==Flash==Flash==Flash==Flash==Flash==Flash=
PRIORITY TRANSMISSION
Sender: <unknown>
Reciever: Prowler X, Sanjin Major
Subject: Twister

Commander, Operation: TWISTER now in effect.

Dispatching shock troops to retrieve Joker Squad: they know too much. Prepare to assist with covering fire from orbit.

The Will o' the Wisp has lost Twister One on primary display.

HYPOTHESIS: Operation sabotaged by unknown forces.
CONCLUSION: Sending Enigma Company, accompanied by Shadow Hawk, to retrieve primary target

<scramble>
<destroying message with worm program>
<end transmission>

Cheers,

x9x9

yeah I know tha sucked but I'm intha middle of something rite now

[2hededlizrd]

Muahahahahaha...We're gonna be one kick-ass army by the time more people join up :P

Hey hasmoo, I think you can join...we need more grunts :P X9 has final say, though.

Cool character Avenged...though you might have to take a demotion to Corporal, X9 is hesitant to give anyone but K'tan the rank of Sergeant for some weird-ass reason...

And X9: Cool.

[X9]

OKAY! ENOUGH! HERE IS THE RANK STRUCTURE FOR EVERYONE!

Fimbulwinter (X9) - Commander, X
Haladras - lost somewhere, I have no idea what the hell of a rank he has...!!!
2hededlizrd - Master Sergeant, 1st-in-command of Joker Squad
Avenged7Fold - Sergeant, 2nd-in-command of Joker Squad
Hasmoo - Captain, Commander of Outpost Jamestown...=D

cheers,

x9x9

Ah, and the Will o' the Wisp is still open...

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The Prescience-class Prowler Will o' the Wisp drifted over the turbulent formations of swirling sand, intermixed with erroneous and unusual onyx and mica particles...a shadow moving upon a darkening sky, the electrifying light of Sanjin Prime fading into a dissapating stream of photonic radiation that refracted off of ozone and other particles of the colony world's atmosphere.

Will continue later maybe in an hour...!!!

[2hededlizrd]

2hededlizrd - Master Sergeant, 1st-in-command of Joker Squad
x9x9

WOOHOO!!!!! [dances with glee!]:P

[hasmoo]

I. Name- forgotten due to neural resocilization, but goes by “hasmoo” for no apparent reason:shiftyr:
II. Occupation-guess I am Captain, Commander of Outpost Jamestown:D
III. Specialties
-Close-Range Combat-4
-Foreign Technology-5
-Endurance -1
IV. Weapons
- psi blades if I can, otherwise
DP-10 Fragmentation Grenade x3 (15/20)
Handgun (19/20)


History
A new “recruit” and part of the neural resocilization program. Can’t remember his past, but he must have been a criminal because he went through neural resocilization. But other than that, he seems to have a gift with finding how things (especially protoss things) work.

Well that’s it. Hope this turns out to be cool.:D :D :D

EDIT:

i just realised i made an enormous plot hole by saying i was a new recruit. sry bout that. here is fixed story:

A “recruit” from the neural resocilization program. Can’t remember his past, but he must have been a criminal because he went through neural resocilization. he has quickly climbed in the ranks and is now Captain, Commander of Outpost Jamestown.

[X9]

Slight clicks resonated through the too-stale air of Outpost Jamestown...a silent creeking of metal, perhaps untamed rust grinding upon sand that had insidiously infiltrated the minor Terran base...

The barrel of an M94 Special Forces carbine poked through the opening back door: dark and lubricated, with multiple muzzle attachments for improved accuracy: standard-issue for O.N.I. Section Three Black Ops troops.

There was a rustle: "Fireteam Alpha, advance. All units, prepare for EMP blast. Now!"

The lights abruptly flickered, winding trails of sooty ozone rising from brunt circuits, and all fell dark on Joker Squad and the five regular guards of Jamestown...

NOTE: hasmoo, get a Trran wep for now...=D ;S ;D

[hasmoo]

ok, but in my defence, i did say "otherwise
DP-10 Fragmentation Grenade x3 (15/20)
Handgun (19/20)"

otherwise
DP-10 Fragmentation Grenade x3 (15/20)
Handgun (19/20)

see?

[hasmoo]

........
up untill now i havnt read the story. i just read all of it, and i realised captain/ commander of james town is a bad thing.... but hey, its better than a marine who has an avarage life length in combat of 5.62 seconds :D
but, i have a feeling im going to die anyways....
LOL no way MAKE ME FLEE LIKE A STUPID RETARD I WANT TO LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Avenged7Fold]

Hasmoo, I take highly resent that comment about the average lifespan of a Marine grunt. :mad: You can ask anyone who knows me why. If they don't explain...then I will...might not be pleasant though...Just food for thought.

[hasmoo]

well sorry for offending you, but i was saying something from the official blizzard website. i said the number wrong, it is actually nine.if you dont believe me, here is the quote and the url

"While expendable, the massive losses of Terran Marines during the Great War began to become cost prohibitive. The Medic's use of chemical modifiers has greatly enhanced the survival rate of UED forces, lengthening the expected battlefield life expectancy to over nine seconds."

http://www.blizzard.com/broodwar/units/medic.shtml
DO NOT DOUBT THE KING OF COWS

[Haladras]

Did no one hear me?

I will claim Will o' the Wisp...somehow.

[X9]

what he's saying is very true, it doesn't apply to REAL United States marines...my goodness, no! *phew*

Okay...come on guys...post short stories...let's get it moving...

= = = = = = =

The attack on the Captain of the facility was swift and effecient. THe EMP pulse had neutralized all the electronics, including the autoturrets with their computerized firing control.

Section Three's "grunts" were not nearly the mindless automatons that the word grunt typically connoted. Their armor, branded the Class-III S.I.B.A. by the techies (Stealth Infiltration Body Armor), was a mold of jet-black ablatively-coated armor plating with multiple layers of bulletproof and energy diffractive glazes, along with textured radar diffusers. Underneath was a system of hydraulics powered by a limited-power deuterium power cell: range was the only restraint to Section Three's most elite soldiers, but for short-range strikes like the Battle for Jamestown...it wouldn't even be a contest.

There was a whisper: "Targets one and three locked on scanners."

Several more hushed affirmatives came over on SQUADCOM, and then a brief command: "Ragnarok."

Across the installation, Jamestown's rather paltry and unample compliment of five regular guards fell: precise headshots with carbines that shattered through the abbreviated visors of their cut-down unpowered combat suits. That model of armor was rather laughable: any unpowered armor suit was a rather lucrative target: unpowered meant a slow target, and typically, weaker.

The three-round stutters were silenced by the surpressers installed on the carbines, so with only brief flashes of light, they were down: no blood.

THe shadow wave of camoflauged troops advanced on captain hasmoo's officers...

Their commander pointed two fingers over the blurred head of the captain beyond the translucent glass door that barred their entry.

"Alpha Formation. Take him out."

cheers,

x9x9

[Avenged7Fold]

Sgt Anderson sighed lightly to himself, moving through the blurry of sand that had rustled up from the planets wind. For the past 5 hours, he and the rest of Joker squad had been on patrol in some god foresaken outpost...what was it called again, Johnston...no, Jamestown. Why he and the rest of Joker squad were here, he didn't know, but it wasn't his business to know; he just followed his orders. His immediate commander, Master Sergeant Moran, had stepped in when their previous commander, Captain Razansky, was killed in combat. The old man was a good leader, and he would have been proud to know that his squad was left in capable hands. Sean smiled lightly as he actually thought about his friends acsension up the chain of command. They had been on a mission together, both of them Sergeants, against a group of Dominion soldiers. While on a routine patol, Sean had gotten shot in the ass of all places, and was forced to be medevaced by none other than Moran. After a few beers and some laughs, Moran went on to get awarded for heroism, and his promotions came fast, ascending to Staff Sergeant and Gunnery Sergeant, finally landing the Joker squad's XO spot of Master Sergeant. Sean had been offered Staff Sergeant, but had denied to offer, rather seeing it better fit that he work as the NCO than some unapproachable SNCO.

As he and his squad continued their patrol, Anderson was interrupted by his radio coming to life.

"Joker-One, this is Joker-Actual, radio check over." It was Master Sergeant Moran, checking in on his squad. He probably would have been out there leading the patrol himself, but he was busy setting arrangements with the outpost commander. Sgt. Anderson halted the squad in position, the other Marines spreading out in a routine herring-bone formation, establishing a small perimeter defense. After so many battles, they had learned that anything could happen, anywhere. Not even bothering to check their positions, Sean replied into his own mic.

"Joker-Actual, this is Joker-One. I read you lima-charlie. How's the situation on your end, over?"

"That's supposed to be my question for you Anderson. Anyways, he wasn't expecting us so more than likely something got fucked up logistically."

"Well, everything's fine out here. Another beautiful day in para-" The radio erupted in static, forcing Sean to reduce the volume on his radio. Suddenly, as if finally giving into the environment, the buildings lights blinked out. Something wasn't right. Sure, it was an estimated guess, but he had been right one to many times to not trust his first thoughts. As if they were reading his mind, the rest of his men set their weapons from safe to fire, the safety giving off that distinctive 'click'. Sean found himself doing the same thing, and after attempting his radio again, motioned with his free arm to his men to form up in a staggered tactical column. Something was happening in Jamestown, and as long as Joker squad was there guarding her walls, nothing was going to happen on Sean's watch.

(OOC: Captain Razansky, this one was for you. May you rest in peace. Anyways, tag anyone.)

[Haladras]

When do the stats come in?

By the way, my character will make his entrance once someone has the daring to FIND him, or I will do a little more narration until that happens.

Jamestown Guardsmen Ralph Hadderton crouched behind a barrier of shrapnel metal on the settlement's outer perimeter, taking refuge behind the structure that had once been a bunker wall. While the others had been concentrated on the northern side of the wall, Ralph had been dispatched to run a Recon mission of the northern side. Strangely enough, except for a single swift and destructive push, there had been little action in that region. However, the Guardsman didn't see

Ralph commed the commander and tried to keep the fear out of his voice. "Everything's quiet, commander. Nothing but dust is stirring here."

The comm crackled to life and a heavily-accented voice filtered through.Sentinel one, you are cleared to head back to base. Do one last sweep of the area and retreat.

Ralph nodded and looked around. The sooner I can get out of this graveyard the better,he thought.

But suddenly, he saw a massive shadow on the horizon. Taking out his electro-binoculars, Sentinel one focused on the image.

He mouthed silently, no words escaping his lips, before he finally found his voice. "Oh my..."

That shadow on the horizon was that of a massive battletank.

[X9]

Statistics will come in when combat occurs, I guess. I think. So peeps w/o foreign tech will not be able to use Protoss weapons, for example, when you commandeer psi blades. Peeps w/o starship proficiency will not be able to use STARSHIPS OR VEHICLES, SUCH AS TANKS, VULTURES, ETC...SO I'LL GIVE YOU THE CHANCE NOW TO CHANCE YOUR STATISTICS.

And, someone, do rescue Haladras. It would be boring as hell if I simply sent in the Will o' the Wisp and several hundred ONI shock troops as an NPC force.

Ah...soo...*stares*...rescue Haladras...newcomers...since everyone else is stuck at base...and I myself, Fimbulwinter, hell, I'll do it...

Commander Fimbulwinter perused the instruments of the X, keeping sure to eye the discreetly holographically projected tactical map on the convex lenses of his integrated eyeglasses. It lent a new meaning to "eyes-only Bravo Secret".

The communications lieutenant's eyebrows quirked, and he tapped the ONI commander. "Sir. Problem. Putting it on-screen now."

The tracking signal of the Will o' the Wisp, which was also on recon for Haladras, Twister One, had vanished off the primary tactical display. There were profane mutters around Fimbulwinter, who tore off on a mental epithet cursing spree. Without the prowler, our search capabilities will be shot to hell. We'll never get what Section Zero wants. Shit.

The commander ordered sharply, "Lieutenant, pull the Will o' the Wisp's fliight recorder transcript from the sattelite in orbit."

The navigational and communications lieutenants conversed briefly, and the Nav Officer reciprocated the command, "Sir: the Joint Taskforce Orbital Sattalite (JTOS) in orbit is out of conventional transciever range. Permission to execute burn?"

Fimbulwinter whispered, "Affimative."

An electrical tangle of snakes seemed to insidiously invade his nervous system, and his limbs felt they'd been dipped in arctic water, and his vessels were constricting...Fimbulwinter, the scientific type, never believed in "luck": all things could be predicted once major starting conditions knew, and if external forces were limited to an arbitrarily defined system, like ONI's canvassing of this colony system, nothing should be wrong, yet, his sixth sense, the supernatural, unworldly one, said...

The words of the Nav Officer commanding the repositioning of the subprowler seemed to be a mirage in the distance, and his heart bounded, blood surging through his cardiovasscular system as every sound was amplified. THis state he knew from Anatomy & Physiiology: adrenaline rush. Something was definately amiss...

The flights of the X flickered and died: electromagnetic pulse.

There was a shrill scream.

cheer,s

x9x9

CLARIFICATION: The JTOS is a low-orbit sattelite used in covert, high-risk military operations that coordinates all ships via low-power covert transmission arrays. all starships are also required to frequently update the sattelite w/ flight recorder and firing control sensor transcripts.

QUERY: And a7f, why do you call the commander of joker squad as "Joker-Actual"? Isn't it Joker Lead? I dunno, not military, but just asking...oh...and do you have some time where I can clarify my perceptions of the military w/ you? You do have anemail? mine is "alpha_217@verizon.net". And when can we do sc online?

cheers,

x9x9

[DarkMirror]

Codename: DarkMirror
Occupation: Will'o the Wisp
Skills: Long ranged combat 4/10, Close ranged combat 3/10, Endurance 1/10, Vehicle profincy 1/10, Steralth and infiltration 2/10
Weapons: Sniper rifle, Handgun

[X9]

Welcome, DarkMirror, to the Terran Dominion Office of Naval Intelligence Section Two, assignment, Prescience-class Prowler Will o' the Wisp. The X lost contact with you...what happened to your stealth ELINT-gathering starship?

cheers,

x9x9

[DarkMirror]

Ummm...wha?

[hasmoo]

@darkmirror: READ THE STORY FIRST!!!!!!

OTHER THAN THAT, I AM CHANGING MY STATS BECAUSE OF WHTAT X9X9 SAID:
I. same
II. same
III. Specialties
-Starship proficiency - 5
-Foreign Technology-5
IV. Weapons
- DP-10 Fragmentation Grenade x3 (15/20)
Handgun (19/20)
so now i am specialized in hijacking protoss viehicles

sry about caps, i was too lazy to re-type it out, and i had caps-lock on.

[X9]

ahh, hasmoo...go to helll...=D...damn, you can take control of Protoss vehicles?

I'm ddeliberately making it impossible for you to get into contact w/ one...=D

And are you gonna post a short story about the character?

cheers,

x9x9

[hasmoo]

awwwwwww...
you are no fun.

[Haladras]

You, uh, sort of can't fire any weapons without having a proficiency in them first. Otherwise...you shoot yourself in the foot.

Sorry to rain on your parade.

[hasmoo]

*NOTE* - I consider that ALL people know how to use a gun at close range...hell it's just PULLING THE TRIGGER...so even though I didn't invest in any kind of combat, I CAN use a handgun lol


if i cant, why can he^?

[hasmoo]

*this is not in real time with the story, but take place from a while before hasmoo was shot to the time of shooting*

<Story start>

It was like any other day for the one who only knew himself as hasmoo. He wandered around his tiny office with the only window in the compound bordly, wondering how he got "promoted" to the captain of Jamestown.

The lights abruptly flickered, winding trails of sooty ozone rising from brunt circuits, and all fell dark.

"Damn!" hasmoo muttered. He was not really surprised, because the power in the garbage heap that was Jamestown went out frequently. He tried to phone the engineer to see if the power was going to be back anytime soon, but the line was dead. "That’s funny" he said to himself,” the phones almost never go out with the power". He thought about the last time the phones had gone out. There had been an EMP misfire, when the science vessil had been gunned down just before the EMP was fired. The EMP flew out or the rocket tube and crossed the night sky like a shooting star. It landed just outside James town. That was the last time the phones went dead. Hasmoo had just realized what was taking place.

He never felt the searing pain of the bullet.
<Story end>

[X9]

A shadowy gauntlet, enfolded in a umbrage of darkness, motioned towards Captain Hasmoo, his unarmored body adorned in military greens and with the symbol of the Terran Dominion Logistical Corps affixed to his breast and shoulders with a tight, precise hole drilled through his cerebrum: cause of death, 10.3mm cerebral hemmorage. "This one can not do. He is inadequate."

"Comm-" The voice stuttered: you were not to address COs by rank on the battlefield, for fear of exposing them to enemy snipers. (rather irrational: sniping was nigh impossible in the tight confines of the half-wrecked base) "Ma'am, with all due respect, this was the first objective of PROJECT: Chimera's Sword."

"You're insane. Yes, resurrecting dead soldiers was a goal, but this one...Section Four even checked his genome against the optimal template as a safe measure. I knew you'd say such a stupid thing on this op. He's a fucking 43 percent match, and most of that is just because the former captain is a Terran, not of some other genus. Hell, drop it."

"With all due respect..."

The second voice said disgustedly, "Drop the honorific and just spit it out."

"The captain was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Damn, the ambush didn't work. They were not have to evac'd to Jamestown. He's done nothing wrong, Hasmoo."

"He would have opposed us. You think he's going to let ONI spooks waltz in and abduct the Jokers? Do you have spongiform encelopathy?"

"I don't have Mad Cow Disease, no. Come, please, madam. Section Four has the genochemical augumentations ready. We can preserve his body. Hell, use Hasmoo as a test-trial before we do it on Haladr..."

"Silent!"

"Ah, I mean Twister One. We'll use the medical procedures on Hasmoo first. A clinical study, one on real humans, not just baboons. Hasmoo deserves a chance. He's blameless."

A rare sigh punctuated SQUADCOM, a rush of static like glacier water running across rapids.

"Fine. We'll use Hasmoo first. You win, mutineer."

cheers,

x9x9

Several minutes later, while ONI Section Three's units continued to duel with the unusually tenacious and resistant Jokers, the mortal remains of Captain Hasmoo had been loaded onto a gravitic cryogenic life support pod and onto the awaiting Prescience-class Prowler Odin's Eye. The voluminous risks and possible rewards if the reapings were proper of The Project were great enough for no less than three ONI prowlers to be assigned to the colony world: Odin's Eye, Will o' the Wisp, and X.

With a blaze of ionic fire and Mansart warp radiation, there were only two left.

The destination solution for the Bose-Wiseman Warp Equation of the warp drive of the Odin's Eye was Deep Space Covert Station Charon VI: Office of Naval Intelligence Section Four.

Terran Dominion Office of Naval Intelligence Section Four
PROJECT: Chimaera's Sword
Genochemical Augumentation Procedures on Subjects "Twisters"
-Zerg RNA/DNA insertion into Terran chromosomes
-Insertion of artificial growth hormones
-Superdensity vector transformation of marrow tissues
-Insertion of muscular volume inducement agents
-Other Processes, classified to Bravo Secret Eyes Only Restricted
-END-

[Avenged7Fold]

To answer your question X9, the reason why I call him "Joker-Actual" is because that is how it is. Joker-lead might work in a flight of fighters, but this is squad. Because lizard's character, Sgt Moran, is the "actual" commander of the Jokers, he goes by that title. It's used to keep confusion to a minimum. For example, should the squad come under attack and they need fire support, any Joe Schmoe who can operate a radio can call it in. Now, continuing with the example. Billy Bob is the squad leader of alpha squad, and Joe Schmoe is just some lowly private...a boot if you will. Now, billy bob orders joe schmoe to call in an airstrike. We'll use "eagle" for the airstrike's call sign. So, joe schmoe comes over the radio and calls in "Eagle, this is Alpha, over." Eagle would then reply "Roger Alpha, this Eagle reading you loud and clear (lima-charlie.)" Joe would then go, "Eagle, this is Alpha, requesting airstrike at coordinates one two three four, how copy over?" Now eagle. "Roger Alpha. I read airstrike at coordinates one two three four, over." End example. Now, if billy bob wanted to call in the airstrike, he'd call himself "Alpha-actual" This is to let everyone know that it is the squad leader who is calling in the airstrike. I hope that this has helped you some. Anyways, if you need to email me about military questions, shoot me a line at death_by_elites@hotmail.com I look forward to helping you out.

[2hededlizrd]

OK, I'll put in MSgt. Moran's version of the Jamestown Raid as soon as able.

A7F, kick-ass shortie :P

[Avenged7Fold]

Thank you. XD

[hasmoo]

Just adding to the story....

<Start of story>

Hasmoo drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed to be an eternity. His life, if you can even call it that, was horrible.

When unconscious, he had horrible nightmares of mindless slaughter and killing, maybe even from his own past. When he was awake, he felt his head fill with exploding pain and the hellish, hallucinated voices that were enough to drive a man insane.

It came to a point where it seemed that there was no difference between nightmare and reality…..

But all that will end on this fateful day…………………..

<End of story>

It’s not my fault if I’m jumping ahead of the plot, did I kill hasmoo and shove him in a stasis tube?:(
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

And besides, I left the end open.:P

[Black.Ice]

OOC: Hey guys, RP mod here. I've noticed that this thread has a lot of off-topic posts and spam. I'd just like to post a friendly reminder to cut-down on the double posting and try keeping on topic. Let me know if you have any questions!

Thanks!

[Avenged7Fold]

(OOC: Ok, yeah, I know you're talking about me. Sorry BI. Oh god, I've offended the RP Gods)

[X9]

A purely theoretical operation...

[[Biosafety Level IV Zone]]
[]
[[Activating Ultraviolet Decontamination]]
[[Activating Chemical Decontamination Shower]]
[[OPERATION ROOM BRAVO-X-RAY ENTERED]]
Text Transmission from AI Black Ice:
Subject TWISTER TWO in cryogenic hibernation, genochemical mutagens in storage, osmotic infuser prepared. Commencement on your command, Doctor.

[I]The risks, as with all of such operations, is obviously too high to use on mainstream military personnel. The ethics are such that any Terran citizen would oppose OPERATION: Chimaera's Sword. Yet, in war, shall we reap the harvests of victory or those of personal freedoms and ethics?This is a choice that we must make, Doctors, officers...

Text Transmission from AI Black Ice:
Recommend operation abort, Doctor. Genotype match to template genome is approximately forty-eight percent. Minimal chance of operational survival, Doctor.

We shall win this war against our xenocidal enemies, the Zerg and the Protoss, by forging new weapons against them within a fire of darkness, their own. Commandoes with the psionic strengths of the Templar, the regenerative property of the Zerg. Commandoes that can continue to fight even within the clawing gauntlets of cardiac arrest, with parts of their bodies blown away...this is the future! We, Homo sapiens, shall survive this trial unadulterated!

There was a hoarse whisper. "Commence operation on Twister Two."

"May God help Hasmoo."

cheers,

x9x9 - Fimbulwinter, X

[X9]

"Hell": Definition - the abode of Satan and the forces of evil; where sinners suffer eternal punishment

It was as if the supercompressed spacetime barrier guarding the realms of reality and satanic death had turned transparent for Hasmoo: sepulchral death had materialized for the hapless Logistics officer. His veins roiled with liquid fire, scorching his veins in blazes of agony and torment, dehydrating him from the inside. His liver was alit in an invisible eternal flame, and it was swollen, unable to compensate for the toxic chemicals recoursing throughout the Terran's body, the carcinogenic substances necessary for the genotypic mutagens spawning bizzare hepatomas within the organ.

Hasmoo had never truely known the difference between consciousness and unconsciousness, and for him, they were intertwined. The Terran was on the fence, hovering between life and death, cardiac arrest and life...his blood vessels shattered and fell, his skin grew swollen from subdermal hemmorages - what doctors called "bleeding into the third space". It was as if he was being attacked by a viral hemmoragic fever as his blood pressure spiked donwards, his body roiled, neurons failing to operate.

Yet, the operation would not cease. As he fled into his visceral cavities, losing blood at a precipitous rate as osmotic IV patches attempted to replenish his supply of red blood cells, his artificially and inadvertently induced anemia was accentuated by the death of his bone marrow: the ossification process to his bones. They began to slowly fracture, blood and immature thrombocytes creeping across the jagged spikes as unseen gauntlets clenched his bones...

His biosigns plummeted, and shrill alarms began blaring: cardiac arrest.

There were cries: "Atropine, now! Someone else, get on those coagulants!"

His body was failing him, exerted by too many conflicting pressures and unable to maintain the life of its spiritual occupant.

Hasmoo, his eyelids forced open by painful eye muscle spasms and eyeballs rolling as if he was entranced in REM sleep, muttered incoherent fragments of Terran words and also inarticulate, animalistic grumbles.

A controller whispered, "I think it's working."

Another responded, "If the guy lives, that is."

"True, true. I think he'll make it, though."

Blisters exploded across his forearms, and began to bleed. More medtechs scrambled to the subject, cradled in medical life support technology.

= = = = =

"This...Hasmoo, won't be a subsitute for Twister One."

"Yes, granted, madam, but..."

"We still need to find Haladras. His genotype was unique: perfect to the nucleotide. He was the template. Something so perfect..."

"Yes. The purity of genes. Uniquely suited for transplantation of Zerg and Protoss genes, as if he had receptacle locations on his DNA to recieve such plants."

"The operation will go over twice as fast for this Haladras. He will not be in such torment. THe genomic incompatability of this Terran is why he is in such a maladic state. Twister Two is not going to make it."

"Yes, Hasmoo will. But, he has to go through this first."

"You do know that PROJECT: Chimaera's Sword will not factory-produce Infested Kerrigans. Not even Haladras can be mutated to such an extent."

"Kerrigan was perfect. Unusually so. Even further than Haladras."

Something pinged: it was Black Ice's FLASH Alpha-priority text transmission:
BIOHAZARD ALERT: Anomaly found in genomic structure of subject "Twister One". Recommend immediate withdrawal of Will o' the Wisp from reconnaisance.

"Shit. Let's pack and go. We'll handle Hasmoo later."

= = = = =

The X hovered into position to transmit with JTOS. The long-range tactical transciever clicked into its recessed position on the underside of the subprowler, and there were whirring sounds as it powered up its pulse laser transmitter, communicating with JTOS.

As the digital information slid across the magnetosphere, 1s and 0s being transmitted to the memory banks of the X, where were of course commanded by Dr. T., the same question was on everyone's mind: Where was the Will o' the Wisp?

The COM Officer abrutply called out from his op station, an enlarged wraparound comp workstation, "Transmission cut - terminated at the other end. I'm repatching into the residue carrier wave too..."

Fimbulwinter froze, remembering the unidentified starfighter that he'd spotted for a fraction of a second on the X's scanners but withheld from the crew.

Do they know of our operation with Haladras?

His tension was released with the act of nitroglycerine relieving tensed heart muscles as the COM Officer whispered, his hair suddenly bunched from the profuse sweat over his forehead (the air-con had unfortunately failed in their warp transition), "Incoming transmission from Black Ice on OPSTATION in deep space. Patching it through now."

Text Transmission from MIL AI "Black Ice":
Recommend immediate withdrawal from Operational Station Kilo-Golf, codename "Arizona". Biohazard alert: declaration of General Emergency Code "Vector" - biohazardous materials in immediate vicinity. Code authorization of rescinding of OPERATION: Chimaera's Wing is Aleph-Three-Sixty.

OOC: Good? Yes, no?

Cheers,

x9x9 - Fimbulwinter, X

NOTE:Avenged7Fold, I also didn't get like at all your comment 'bout Joker-Actual...=S...and when you use the military alphabet, like Charlie-Lima, those refer to map grid coordinates, right? Dunno. I'm not in the military like u are, so I only have the knowledge of brosing trough military sites and reading military books. Do you have a random tidbit of military info that you can post, just a little bit to educate me?

[Black.Ice]

(OOC: Ok, yeah, I know you're talking about me. Sorry BI. Oh god, I've offended the RP Gods)

OOC: Haha, no problem. I wasn't picking out anyone specifically, though :)

On a side note, I've noticed a lot of double posting. This isn't really allowed on the boards. I usually allow minimal double posting for separating introduction posts and characters posts, but I've seen too much of it in this thread. If you have something to add, use the edit button.

Thanks again, and as always, PM me if you have any questions.

[Avenged7Fold]

(OOC: PM me with any questions you have. I'll try to write something up for you otherwise and pm it to you. I'm to afraid to post it on here cause BI might be out for my blood. I'm busy with another RP I'm in right now, but I promise I'll get you something by tonight and I'll reply to any questions you have by tonight. )

[X9]

OOC: Guys, come on, post something! Don't let me like parasitize this RP and take it over entirely myself!

Cheers,

x9x9 - Fimbulwinter, X

[Haladras]

I'll add a little more.


Haladras howled in agony as a searing pain erupted from his right side. He had been stripped from the waist down, and strapped to a table composed of naked steel, a remnant piece of the Terran fortress of Jarus that the Protoss had kept.

Kohris, High Shadow Templar and his former mentor, leered over him, a red, luminescent tube glowing in his right hand. Standing back, Kohris shook his head, and that awful voice resonated painfully through his head, filled with bitterness and regret.

Why?said Kohris. Why did you betray us?

Through clenched teeth, Haladras replied. "You know why. I saw what you did on Chau Sara."

This is not necessary,said Kohris. You were young, and it was the first encounter with your kind. The Conclave may-

"I know the Conclave as well as you do, Kohris," bit Haladras. "I know Aldaris. Do you really think that he'll let me go?"

There was a deathly silence before Kohris spoke, I have influence now, my pupil.

Haladras could not suppress a retort, "Former pupil."

Kohris nodded sadly before continuing. Perhaps it will be enough to save you from an ignoble death.

Haladras spat at him. "Then what death would you offer me? One like Chau Sara? Why couldn't you have offered the same to them? Their "ignoble" deaths didn't seem to matter."

Then, as Haladras watched, the old Shadow Templar seemed to age. Years of hard living showed in his eyes and in his stature. But, as quickly as it came, the posture vanished. He marched to the door of the torture chamber and it slid to the sides to reveal two Zealot guards.

Kohris looked at Haladras, bitterness tinging his mental voice. I have failed. Tell Naratis that he can proceed.


Any good?

[X9]

The X ascended through the magnetosphere of the outlying world, its stealth electronics flickering slightly in the buffeting fields as the magnetic fields clutched at the circuits, vainly attempting to disable them. Futile, as the stealth electronics were EMP-shielded.

A call from the COM Officer, "Commander, bogey at bearing three-oh-five. Gamma-ray spectrometer...working...target lock! Protoss hull element composition matched within 1 standard deviation! Feeding targeting to Fire Control!"

Fimbulwinter bared his teeth.

Fuck this all. A Protoss starfighter comes after our lone ass, a target of a genetic mutation goes missing under my watch...I'll be lucky to have my neck attached to my body.

= = = = = = =
[Begin]
Twister Two out of operation.
[End]
[Scramble-Destroying Message]
= = = = = = =
Text Transmission from AI Black Ice:
LOGIC SUBROUTINE FOR OPERATIONAL RECALL:
Subject "Haladras" Chromosomes 11-19 - Protoss DNA vectors spotted from genomic analysis
HYPOTHESIS: Haladras is Protoss/Terran hybrid
CONCLUSION: Uniqueness of genomic match to ideal template resultant from subject's DNA patterns, over-recipient to foreign genus DNA

cheers,

x9x9

[hasmoo]

i had placed a piece of plot here, but it was screwed up, with many plot holes. it has been reposted into post #73. the next couple of post are about the un-edited version, so plz ignor them.

hasmoo out

[X9]

OOC: correction: YOU'RE IN THE Deep Space Covert Station Charon VI!!! ONI! NOT MY PRECIOUS X!!! Yeah!

Dude!

*stares very hard*

Plus...the Protoss fighter was of "unknown classification" - not a Scout. Something to do w/ Haladras's spooky Shadow Templar dudettes.

cheers,

x9x9

[hasmoo]

i fixed my post, and changed it a tiny bit just to make more sense, but the station is still gonna blow up.....

and i will still destroy your precious X...........
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

JK............................................... or am i?

DONT KILL ME FOR SPAM AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

hasmoo out

[X9]

wtf? the Charon VI is in DEEP SPACE! AS IN DEEP SPACE! NOT A PLANET!

and no real ship can blow up part of an ONI Space Station in a single hit...?

yeah...

creativity is good, but reality would optimally be observed.

cheers,

x9x9

[hasmoo]

i have two things to say,

1 "The Charon VI rocked violently while resounding booms could be heard"
ovbiously not blown in a single hit. what would all the booms be coming from, a noisy cow?

2 (hmmm need to think of witty reason why its gonna crash...... HMMMMMMMMM)
umm...... it fled from is pursuer at a rapid pace. it passed by a planet, where the killing shot was made?

THERE!!!!
HAH!!!
I COUNTER YOUR REASONS WITH SOMEWHAT GOOD ONES OF MY OWN!!

hasmoo out

o ya... need to ad, if a human could survive being shot in the head, and haladras is still alive after beilg abandoned on a planet with an ultralisk, what is wrong with a deep space thingie crashing into a planet?

[X9]

deep space refers to light-years from stars, as in trillions of kilometers away!

and how do you know it was an ultralisk? perhaps it was part of an ONI conspiracy masterminded by Section Four...*hint hint* *spoiler*

cheers,

x9

[hasmoo]

......to see a lumbering ultralisk in the distance, tusks lined with blood and acidic saliva as its four cumbersome legs bashed against the desert sand..........Expansion Squad, save two: Haladras and Gregleo, boarded the Op Com dropship and left.


is it just me, or does that clearly say ultralisk

btw- you win about the deep space thing... il change story now

[X9]

NO!

IT'S A CONSPIRACY! AS IN A POSSIBLE ROBOTIC ULTRALISK! OR MAYBE IT WAS A SENSOR PATTERN LOGGED ONTO THE MARINE SCANNERS!

I HAD IT PLANNED OUT LIKE THAT!

*sighs*

I'm getting too tired to speak articulately.

Buenas noches, boys.

And nice chatting, hasmoo...=D

cheers,

x9x9

[DarkMirror]

So Im ghona assume Im on a bc headed towards wherever hal is...

[X9]

Dark Mirror, if you're commander of the Will o' the Wisp, you're currently docked with Station Charon VI.

Have fun!

cheers,

x9x9

[hasmoo]

well, the part of the story i recently wrote was messed up, so i removedit from its original post and am posting it here. the old post will now be empty. plz dont hurt me for spamming, i didnt mean to.

the edited plot...

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Upon exiting surgery, Hasmoo was filled with painkillers. Even they did not help with the enormous amount of pain that filled his body down to the bone. He was locked in a padded cell, like one they would use in an insane asylum on earth.

Almost immediately after being thrown in, several alarms started, and the intercom, while still muffled by the padded door, could be heard blaring commands at the crew of the Charon VI. The Charon VI rocked violently while resounding booms could be heard. The intercom still commanded the crew, but the voice was unsure and wavering.

The Charon VI was under siege.

With a horrifying explosion, half of Hasmoo’s cell and a chunk of the Charon VI were obliterated by the weapons of an unidentifyably protoss ship. Having the shit officially scared out of him, Hasmoo worked his way to a standing position. This would have been impossible for a normal terren. A normal terren would have died after the horrific surgery, or died because of the fact that there was no air in his cell anymore. But he was different now.

Using his newly discovered strength, he managed to open the door (with some force). He took one last look behind him, to see that the station he was on was, in fact, in several thousand peices, and still under attack from the unknown protoss force.

He moved as quickly as he could along the cramped passage ways, finding that every step he took, he regained some strength. He explored, looking for a sign telling him where to go, or even a sign of life. Eventually he found the bridge. The entire ship had been annihilated. He looked out the windows, only to reassure him that the Charon VI was still drifting in the depths of deep space, but the protoss were long gone by this point....

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

btw darkmirror,your ship, the will o' the wisp, is docked here while this is happening, so make up your version of what happened soon.

one last thing...
im stuck here untill someone comes to get me, so plz "investigate" the wreckage or "scan for survivors" or something. Plz?

hasmoo out

[X9]

Shortly before the siege...

Text Transmission from AI Black Ice:
TWISTER TWO out of operation. Genochemical mutagens effectively applied, estimated as successful DNA, neural, musculoskeletal, cardiovascular, ect, vectors. Hypothesized subject characteristics:
-Strength of greater than five times than a human
-Speed approximately twice that of a human
-Vitality of greater than three times of a human, resultant of curious Zerg DNA properties that lend TWISTER TWO unique regenerative and endurative properties (see below)
-Greatly increased stamina: Able to continue fighting through cardiac arrest and sustain amputation of limbs. Able to continue fighting even with widespread systemic damage.
-Increased psionic abilities: resultant of Zerg and Protoss DNA and selective hypothesized psionically-resonant Terran genes, able to surpass ninety-five percentile of Ghost-troopers or higher.
-Integrated Zerg claws: more acuminous, durable version of Zerg Zergling claws: cut-down in length but ossification of Zerg organic claw materials resulting in higher damage yield

FLASH ALERT - All Office of Naval Intelligence forces, heed and stand to. Enemy forces detected off of sensor range.

As per secrecy protocols, scrambling locks to armory sections throughout Charon VI.

Unique TWISTER TWO body armor, codenamed KRAKEN, in storage in Armory Six.

KRAKEN Specifications:
-Deflector shielding (remodeled Protoss Zealot bodysuit shielding)
-Partial stealth plating
-Heavily reinforced amorphous armor plating with energy refractive scatter-coating
-Strength and Agility hydraulic augumentations
-Other

ALERT: KRAKEN armor self-destruct on standby. Set to detonate in the event of imminent enemy forces.

Recommend TWISTER TWO move to Armory Six, in Sector Kilo, to retrieve KRAKEN.

Black Ice signing off.

======

Cheers,

x9x9

OOC i : Good? No?

OOC ii: happy hasmoo? =D

[hasmoo]

[note: i asked X9X9 what stats addons i got for being mutated he gave me gave me 30 points. Yes 30. and the racial abilities]


I. Name- known as Twister Two, but previously known as Hasmoo

II. Occupation- genetically modified super-soldier

III. Specialties [note: X9X9 gave me 30 points. Yes 30.]
-Close-Range Combat - 12
-Ranged Combat – 0 (not a trigger happy kind of guy)
-Long-Range Combat & Heavy Weapons – 0 (see above explanation)
-Foreign Technology – 0 (don’t need it, I am zerg and toss already, so it’s not foreign) :D
-Starship Proficiency - 3
-Science – 0 (I’m a soldier, I don’t need it)
-Endurance-15 (cause what the point of dying)
-Stealth & Infiltration- 0 (what’s the fun of hiding from the enemy when you can knife them in the stomach?)

IV. Racial Abilities-

-Bloodlust-Is undaunted by the size or power of its foe, and will attack relentlessly. Once it has begun to attack, it will fight until only one combatant is alive. In short terms, no fear. (Zerg only)

-Tremor sense-can feel vibrations in the ground, allowing it to sense anything touching (floaters aren’t detected) the ground and moving. (zerg only)

-Psionic connection-has a natural connection to the psionic energy. This connection can provide powers such as telepathy and levitation. (Protoss/ghosts only)

V. Weapons-
zerg claws – (0/20) (they’re attached to him, takes no points)

Other than that, none. I’m stranded, so I haven’t acquired any weapons yet

History:
The former captain of Jamestown was basically killed. After that, he was sustained on life support for a while, and then the captors started pumping him with zerg and protoss DNA to create the second to ultimate super soldier

[X9]

not nearly as crude as "pumping him with PROTOSS N' ZERG DNA but I'll let it slip. =D

gtg.

oh, and ahsmoo, feel free to break from your "cell" and get KRAKEN.

adios!

cheers,

x9x9

[hasmoo]

More plot…
= = = = = = = = = =
After the siege…
Twister Two made his way amongst the wreckage of the Charon IV with great haste. He was looking for anything to help him prepare for war. Because as far as he was aware, there was going to be a big one soon. “The Terrens are messing with other species, the Protoss are pissed at the Terrens, and Zerg are nowhere to be found” thought Twister Two as he now leapt between the great pieces that once were the great Charon IV. As he made his way about, he remembered something from during the siege….

“…… we are under heavy fire. All personnel are to evacuate to the nearest escape pods” blared the intercom. “All experiments are to be moved to Armory six for lockdown. This includes SPECTRE, KRAKEN, and anything else related to TWISTER TWO and anything regarding the operation CHIMERA’S SWORD. I repe” The intercom was cut off with another blast from the mysterious fleet. All that could be heard from that point on was static…

“Armory Six” thought Twister Two. Now he had two goals:

1. Find armory six to see if any of its contents would prove useful.

2. Get the off this floating pile of junk.

= = = = = = = = = =
During the siege…
Text Transmission from AI Black Ice:
Status report:
- Unknown protoss force engaged with primary and secondary defenses.
- Shields at max (100%) but are having little or no effect on hostile weaponry.
- Major Hull breaches in sectors three, eight, and five.
- Charon IV at critical.

Immediate evacuation of all personnel recommended.

ALERT: the contents of armory six have been compromised. All self destruct mechanisms have been activated.

ALERT: all self-destruct mechanisms have failed.

= = = = = = = = = =
Continuing after the siege…
When Twister Two finally made it to the remains of Armory Six, there was not much to see. Most of the contents had been annihilated be the bombardment it had received. Several objects had survive, but all were useless. He walked through the armoury to find a very large building the size of an aircraft hanger that had survived. He stood at the door and noticed two things. It was locked, and there was a sign that said: TOP SECRET.

Twister Two easily clawed his way through the heavily armored door. The inside was rather bare, only two objects occupied the giant space. The first was not very exciting; it was a large wood box, with some paper nailed to the side. The second, on the other hand was very interesting; what he saw was an air craft resembling a wraith, but with several obvious modifications. He decided to see what was in the box, because to be in the same room as something as awesome as a ride home, it had to be amazing. He walked over to the box and read the paper work nailed to the box.

It read:
Unique TWISTER TWO body armor, codenamed KRAKEN.

KRAKEN Specifications:
-Deflector shielding (remodeled Protoss Zealot bodysuit shielding)
-Partial stealth plating
-Heavily reinforced amorphous armor plating with energy refractive scatter-coating
-Strength and Agility hydraulic augmentations
-Other

He quickly equipped himself with the contents of the box.

Next he ran over the aircraft, his new armor making each stride as easy as breathing. He boarded the craft, to find a small cabin, and more paperwork.

It read:
Experimental stealth fighter, codenamed SPECTRE.

SPECTRE Specifications:
- depleted uranium plating
- Deflector shielding
- 6 antimatter hellfire rocket tubes
- 3 burst lasers
- Permanent cloaking field generation (Redesigned Arbiter Tech)
- Capable of “warp” speed
- Idiot proof controls
- Other

He powered up the weapons, and violently blasted a hole in the wall. White all taken that could be from this station, there was no point to stay. He powered the engines, gunned the throttle, and flew into space, with a new goal:

Find out what the hell is going on.

= = = = = = = = = =

Phew, that’s a lot of story (I think so anyways)

CMON PPL so far only I, X9 and haladras have posted stories.

Hasmoo out

[X9]

OOC: hmm. I see the effort. pretty good. Yet, why would some tactical coordinator announce over the loudspeaker that they were moving "all experiments to Armory Six". Doesn't make any sense, but your story =D.

I think that the following would be more realistic, "Attention, all personnel, I am declaring Omega Signal. All personnel, fall back to tertiary defensive stations, abandon duty stations, and retreat. All exfiltration subprowlers and dropships, standby for launch. Sealing all fore pressure doors. Station deuterium self-destruct charge activated."

A pause, and static crackles rippled through the air like ghosts: energy discharges: Protoss invaders.

"Alert! Sectors Charlie, India, and Kilo compromised: Armory Stations One and Six are under attack. Activating self-destru...what the hell?"

The transmission faded to ropes of nothingness and discordant static. Hasmoo drew the conclusions:
1. Thermonuclear self-destruct charges had failed
2. Intercom had failed

Like a sort of difference engine, he calculated solutions and conclusions, reworking his mutated mind.
1. Some Protoss had disabled self-destruct.
2. Intercom system had been destroyed

He murmured, transversing a sparking computer workstation tossed into the center of the steel-grated corridor, and broken power line above dangling down and adding a surreal feel to the scene, What could do both? If I was invading, what would I do?

The conclusion was: electromagnetic pulse (EMP).

Fire flared from nearby, and electrical pod exploding and searing Terrans in the distance: Protoss rifles of some sort.

Anyways, the Protoss had learned in their past engagements that Zealots with melee weapons didn't quite work. They were "fish in a barrel" to tanks and strafing aerofighters, and their equipment and training costs were restrictive to massive fielding. Now, they were weaker: light armors, weaker ranged weapons, but there were more of them, and since most mainline Terran troops didn't know of these new Zealots and their defensive deficits, it terrified them to see hordes of Protoss troops clawing at them, firing energy weapons.

The horrid hybrid advanced through a bashed door, a nearby flame warping its control surfaces and twisting apart one of its reinforced layers. It was the end of a firefight. Two Protoss phase carbines clattered with soothing, rhythmic tones, expulsing pakcets of viridian energy that ripped apart a wounded, armored marine.

Yet, the valiant Terran's last manuever was to prime a plasma grenade and toss it at his feat...so when the pair of Zealots moved past a mishappen cargo crate with charred sides from carbine shots, a plume of fire rippled outwards. One of the Protoss intruders fell dead.

His brain, still not completely hardwired after its radical mutation, emitted a hoarse, wretched cry from the bloodlust that swept over him at the downing of a nearby hostile. The second Zealot pivoted and beganfiring, the sheath of his carbine flaring as the ablative baffles maintained the integrity of the phase beams. The energy hammered against

cheers,

x9x9

[DarkMirror]

Codename: DarkMirror
Occupation: Will'o the Wisp
Skills: Long ranged combat 4/10, Close ranged combat 3/10, Endurance 1/10, Vehicle profincy 1/10, Stealth and infiltration 2/10
Weapons: Sniper rifle, Handgun, Dagger


Can I have some more skills? Like hasmoo? Cause I am the pilot of the Will'o the Wisp...

[X9]

OOC: Dark Mirror, no, sorry! Hell, I would give myself more skillz...I'm a prowler commander as well as you. It's just that Hasmoo has beenthrough a genochemical mutation...yeah...he is the third-best supersoldier that could be created. Infested Kerrigan was the first. If Haladras undergoes OPERATION: Chimaera's Sword, he gets second. Hasmoo is clockin' in as no. three.

And what dagger arre you talking about?

Oh yeah, I tried to explain this, but the X lost the tracking signal of the Will o' the Wisp over Sanjin. What happened to your ship?

The Will o' the Wisp is a Prescience-class Prowler, its light, sprucy name befitting of its classification. The prowler is fan fiction, but is a stealthed ship: no cloaking like Wraith-class starfighters, but geometrically angled stealth-coated plates, the whole nine yards, etc...

oh, hasmoo. military stuff like KRAKEN and SPECTRE don't have paperwork that denotes them. hell no...just ask Avenged7Fold...lol...paperwork? sorry man, but that just seems...ethereally wierd...ya...=D

cheers,

x9x9 - Fimbulwinter, X

[hasmoo]

sry, i dont know alot about military stuff. but how else would he know what it was?

cmon ppl, write plot. i may not be the best at it, but at least i am trying.

hasmoo out

[DarkMirror]

<OOC>Well, if theres a skill of close combat, you have to assume theres a dagger.

DarkMirror Looked about the Will'o the Wisps screens. Some unidentified protoss ship had exited warp and begun firing at the station.
"We need to get that ship out of commision. All personel to battle stations. We're going on a trip..." He yelled into the intercom. all around the bridge crewmembers began to rush to thier chairs and computers. The navigations officer began to plot the course that DarkMirror fed to his terminal.
"But sir...this course wilkl take us on a collision course!" The crewman yelled.
DarkMirror looked at him, and flipped up his ghosts visor to reveal his shocking blue eyes. "You have a problem with that? I was planning on them realising that this course will run us into them just as well as you did. Now do it!"
The navigations officer looked at him, and shakily nodded his head. "Yes, captain."
Darkmirror was sastisfied with this awnser, and then turned to the weapons officer. "Lets use that new toy of yours..."

The Will'o the Wisp accelerated, its bulky yet agile shape jetting through space. It was steadily heading toweards the Protoss ship, which was holding position above one mainly intact fragment of the Charon IV. Suddenly, its crew noticed the stealthed ship heading towards it and activated thier thrustors...Just into the path of the heavily shielded and nigh undetectable missile barrage that the Terran ship had launched only moments ago. Suddenly its shields flared and it was buffeted around. Then the Will'o the Wisp activated its rotationg laser aray and a stream of red projectiles flailed through space to impact the alien vessles hull. It began to lose ground, and finaly launched its own attack.

Twin balls of photonic enegy hurtled out of space and impacted the Will'o the Wisp. However, her hull held and she made some minor course corrections. On board, DarkMirror spoke softly.

"This is just the begining."

[X9]

Oh well. The Will o' the Wisp is in fact on station over Sanjin, but if you want to say it's near the Charon VI, fine.

Oh, and DarkMirror, you were a ghost?!

Have fun guys!

Cheers,

x9x9, Fimbulwinter, X

[DarkMirror]

yes. What else has stealth teraining, endurance, far and close ranged combat profincey, and can pilot vehicles?!?

[X9]

obviously not a ghost.

*stares*

look at all the Jokers? they're marines!

oh well

just think about it, ok?

the only rule is: HAVE FUN!

cheers,

x9x9

[X9]

Wait, I'm recollecting all character profiles here:
-------------
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X9X9 - Commander Fimbulwinter, X
MEDIUM-RANGED COMBAT: 1
SCIENCE: 4
VEHICULAR PROFICIENCY: 5
-------------
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2hededlizrd - Sergeant Seth Moran, 1st-in-Command of Jokers
MEDIUM-RANGED COMBAT: 7
LONG-RANGED COMBAT: 3
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Haladras - Sergeant Haladras, Jokers (formerly)
SCIENCE: 4
FOREIGN TECHNOLOGY: 4
MEDIUM-RANGED COMBAT: 2
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Avenged7Fold - Sergeant Sean "Avenged Seven Fold" Anderson, 2nd-in-Command of Jokers
MID-RANGED COMBAT: 7
ENDURANCE: 3
-------------
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Hasmoo - Captain Hasmoo, Jamestown (formerly)
ENDURANCE: 15
Close-Range Combat: 12
Vehicular Proficiency: 3

cheer,s

x9x9

[DarkMirror]

So a ghost. Was that a joke? Hey! Do I get bonus points for being a ghost? Or at least telekenisis?

[X9]

that was a joke? huh?

Of course, you are what you want, but I don't think you're a ghost, man.

*shrugs*

your choice though...

have fun!

post more shorties!

cheers,

x9x9 - Fimbulwinter, X

[DarkMirror]

Ghosts have lots of trasining.
Short Ranged Combat: Melee Assasinations
Long Ranged Combat: Ranged Assasinations, a la Canister rifle
Endurance: Basic Combat Training
Vehicle Profincy: Basic Training in escape/scout vehicles, In my case, Basic Starship profincy.
Stealth & Infiltration: Well, DUH!

[X9]

*groans*

your call.

*stares*

lolz...=D

have fun and PLEASE POST SHORTIES, GUYS!

cheers,

x9x9 - Fimbulwinter, X

[Haladras]

I plan to go through a sort of genetic mutation, but while Hasmoo has undergone the Zerg part of it: physical abilities, I plan to go through the Protoss version of it (psionic supergiant with physical abilities only slightly above the usual and below Hasmoo's), whom the Protoss have begun in order to match the Terran version.

Someone has to encounter me, though, as that's where the revelation takes place.

I can still tear around marines like rag dolls, but I can't rip through tanks like Hasmoo does with brute force.

If a Joker would do it, though, it would be a lot more dramatic.

[X9]

Haladras, I'm coming then if everyone else it too lazy though...

And Haladras, correction, Hasmoo went through a Zerg AND Protoss mutation yeah...

If ONI got their hands on you, you'd be second only to Infested Kerrigan.

Damn.

Lol.

Wanna go out on a date with that bad girl with 10cm needle-claws? =D jkjk

Cheers,

x9x9

p.s.: and I said earlier that you were such a perfectly perfect match 4 Section Four's mutative process b/c your genes had specific receptors for Zerg and Protoss genes, like slots in them to "fit in" perfectly...unlike hasmoo...yeah...

= = = = =
The explosive light and rather disquieting shock that the Protoss could track them even when stealth mode was engaged came at approximately 300 million meters per second: plasma or photon weapons, according to the X's spectrometer before it detonated. The hull flared for a moment, attempting to refract or absorb the hostile energy, and then burst in the fore section. The bridge erupted in fire, and excruciating shockwaves of supercomrpessed air and energy rippled across the air in the tight confines, reverberating to impact Fimbulwinter's skull. The standard ONI endurance neural implant kept him concious for several critical seconds. Consciousness, the fine fence interdicting the realms of awakeness and umbrage, was not complete, however, even with the cybernetic chip. His world became a black-white chiaroscuro art canvas left in the rain, a whorl of black and white intermingling as the light fadeed from his eyes.

Yet, ONI's investment in that millimeter-scale teechnological wonder implanted within the animalistic portion of Fimbulwinter's cerebellum paid off: he reached the SCRAM buttonand managed to uncap it and lightly tap it. As he faded into gruesome darkness, an automated message played from the intercom: "This is automated declaration of Omega Signal. All personnel, heed and stand to. Commence evacuation procedures."

As the Protoss starship accelerated past the flaming subprowler, ion efflux drives flaring with energy as it confirmed a clean kill, the flaming carcass of the X fell, held by the spanning gauntlet of gravity. Yet, the computer of the X had programmed the systemic ejection of the ONI ship's escape pods so that they launched after the starfighter made its confirmation run. At its speeds, the Protoss fighter would take at least five or ten seconds to make the turn and fire upon the pods. Anyways, atmospheric energy diffraction and the pruposely slender outline of the pods would make them difficult to target by starfighter cannons or manually-controlled flak guns.

THe fate, however, of FImbulwinter and the rest of the bridge crew was uncertain as the subprowler, stealth ravaged, fell...

Did the commander survive?

= = = = =

A robed figure motioned at the remainder of the X as its grotesquely warped form, terribly unaerodynamic and about as covert as a rhino in a minefield, telepathically voiced, We can use that one. Retrieve it.

= = = = =

good?

cheers,

x9x9

[Haladras]

Yeah, but Hasmoo's leans more on Zerg manifestation, with a body that can rip metal in half.

Mine is more on Psionic energies, though I can take care of infantrymen pretty well.

[DarkMirror]

Again...
I should get bonus points/psionic powrs.

[Black.Ice]

OOC: Hey guys, sorry to interrupt here again, but I think a lot of this OOC conversation that you guys are doing can be taken to PM's. It's better to keep the RP threads more straight forward and story-like. I realize OOC chatter is going to occur regardless, but yeah, if you guys have questions or something shoot a PM to the GM.

Just my suggestion. :)

[X9]

Standard procedure for taking prisoner: stun him or her, blast that hapless unfortunate a couple of times, abuse him or her to such an excruciating extent that they submit and reveal everything they know in an interrogation, and then either use him or her as a hostage or covert them to fight for your faction.

THerefore, Fimbulwinter was rather pleasantly surprised as he awoke in the pebble shore of a subterranean lake, its cool surface reflecting the opulence of a thousand pearls embeded around it. Calcium carbonate acidified the water picoliter by picoliter, drops coalesscing on the stalagmites looming overhead on the jagged ceiling.

The crisp smell of ozone broke through his web of confusion and admiration for the underground formation. Ozone meant energy weapons.

Fimbulwinter swiveled to find a High Templar is a sort of gothic attire flanked by two Protoss Zealots at the mouth of the spacious room. His brain had been hardwired, neurons comitted to specific neural reflex pathways, to shoot and destroy Protoss. He reached for his sidearm, a semiautomatic Naval command personnel standard-issue handgun, found that it was actually there, thought for the briefest moments that the Protoss were sufficiently stupid enough to allow a prisoner to retain a gun, and saw the Templar raise a veined hand. The pistol crumpled in a flash of sparks in his hands, and vapor wafted from its crushed surface as smoking metal parts fell onto the pebbles below.

So not very stupid.

The engimatic style of the Protoss prisoner-keeping abruptly halted. The Templar tapped something embedded into his ear, and then announced in a mechanical intonation, "What are you?"

Fimbulwinter set his jaw, his eyes blazing with human defiance. "Homo sapiens, Terran Dominion, Commander, Serial Number ONI-917-8801-5726. I suggest you get the fuck out of here, bastard."

The Templar waved a hand, and an invisible gauntlet pummeled the ex-ONI prowler commander, sending him submurged under the murky folds of the underground lake. He gasped for breath, unable to find oxygen underwater.

"Same to you."

[Haladras]

Uh....Someone post?

[DarkMirror]

I want an actual awnser to my question. Do you think im a ghost? I do!

[X9]

umm, don't think so. haladras, hasmoo, what do you think?

hell, I wish I was a Ghost, but I'm definately not.

= = = = =
The curtain of depleted uranium-tipped projectiles was enough to deter the menacing, vaguely hawk-figured Templar from asphyxiating under the cool water.

A string of sharp cracks resonated, brief, yet compelling jets of pulverized rock and aerated water into the air: flash-bangs and DP-10 fragmentation grenade. Darkly armored soldiers advanced, with units roosted in the flanks, punctuated muzzle barrels sweeping: covering the diagonals: true military covering positions. They were Section III commandoes in SIBA-III armor.

The Templar drew an umbrage of darkness over himself and was whisked away into the shadows like the Loch Ness before cameras. That left the two Zealots exposed in the intricately patterned limestone archway to the bowels of the installation. A matrix of RPGs and bullets, a torrent of death, impacted their shields and gored through armor and flesh. They were eliminated.

Fimbulwinter sputtered, his heavy tongue sweeping acidic limewater over his lips, lungs strained from physical inactivity. Afterall, ELINT required sharp minds, not fit bodies.

A Section Three commando offered a gauntlet to the ONI prowler commando, and a handgun, butt first. He affirmed, "Sir."

Fimbulwinter curtly nodded. "Rather late there. I thought that you didn't spot my neural implant's beacon after the ionic shock from the ground impact."

The commando emotionlessly swayed his helmet. "No sir."

Gunfire crackled in the distance: sharp stacato bursts in a racing crescendo,anupwards sweeping exponential function governing the frequency of the precise three-round bursts.

"There was another, sir. TWISTER ONE."

Fimbulwinter managed to swallow, accepting an epinephrine shot from another soldier, his heart rate increasing, and revitalized, the blood soaring through his cardiovascular system, replied, "Yeah. Let's get a move on it."

More ONI soldiers appeared, stripping off their Aquatic Exposure Exosuits and scuba gear as they rose from the subterranean pool.

"Forward!"

Cheers,

x9x9

p.s.-I know it was kinda cliche

[Haladras]

These need to be unique characters, not run-of-the-mill soldiers.

[DarkMirror]

but hes still a ghost, so he should get psionic powers or extra points.

[X9]

OOC: GUYS, COME ON! Post please!

Cheers,

x9x9

[DarkMirror]

As you arent going to awser my question, I might just presume I'm right...

[hasmoo]

wow a long time with out a story post...
this will be kinda stupid but whatever.

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a lone overlord scouted though deep space for any signs of hostile movement to report to his queen. eventually, in one of the deepest parts of space, he found a wreckage of a terran craft. a few moments later, an unidentifyable ship took off from the wreckage and flew off into space.

"your commands my queen?" thought the overlord.

"I am assigning you a group of mutalisk from the garm brood" came the reply."do not let them escape alive"

the overlord called to the mutalisks.
"come my brethren, we have a mission."

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as said, it kinda sucks, but it get the story moving
CMON PPL!!!!