Setting
Durastar Construction
Metatron, the flagship of Deep 17's mobile facilities, stands as the ultimate bastion dedicated to safeguarding the perpetuity of sentient existence. This colossal structure, measuring a staggering 12 kilometers in length and 5.5 kilometers in width, functions as an unwavering sentinel in the cosmic void. Within its expansive confines, it houses the essential infrastructure required to support multifarious teams, including self-sustaining provisions and opulent amenities.
Recognizing the inefficiency of conventional propulsion methods, which not only devoured precious resources but also proved susceptible to heat buildup and structural wear, Metatron embarked on a path of innovation. Drawing inspiration from the esoteric principles hinted at in the Philadelphia Experiment, it pioneered an evolution in space traversal. Rather than relying on thrust alone, Metatron harnessed the power of meticulously refined technologies to navigate not through space itself, but through the most secure junctures in the fabric of causality. The result of this groundbreaking endeavor was the birth of the Schrodinger Engine, a marvel engineered to transcend the boundaries of conventional spacetime.
Furthermore, the same revolutionary technology was strategically repurposed to confront the enigmatic and seemingly invincible cosmic entities that posed an existential threat to the Continuity. Metatron, armed with the Schrodinger Engine, stood as the vanguard against these godlike adversaries, poised to heroically defend against anomalies that imperiled the very essence of sentient life.
Continuity must be maintained.
Recognizing the inefficiency of conventional propulsion methods, which not only devoured precious resources but also proved susceptible to heat buildup and structural wear, Metatron embarked on a path of innovation. Drawing inspiration from the esoteric principles hinted at in the Philadelphia Experiment, it pioneered an evolution in space traversal. Rather than relying on thrust alone, Metatron harnessed the power of meticulously refined technologies to navigate not through space itself, but through the most secure junctures in the fabric of causality. The result of this groundbreaking endeavor was the birth of the Schrodinger Engine, a marvel engineered to transcend the boundaries of conventional spacetime.
Furthermore, the same revolutionary technology was strategically repurposed to confront the enigmatic and seemingly invincible cosmic entities that posed an existential threat to the Continuity. Metatron, armed with the Schrodinger Engine, stood as the vanguard against these godlike adversaries, poised to heroically defend against anomalies that imperiled the very essence of sentient life.
Continuity must be maintained.
Status
| Shields: | 100 / 100 (100)% (inactive) |
| Armor: | 100 / 100 (100)% |
| Structure: | 100 / 900 (100)% |
| Warp Drive: | ready |
| Warp Range: | 5 |
| Max Capacity: | 400 |
Effects:
None.
None.
Equipment
| Primary Weapon: | None |
| Secondary Weapon: | None |
| Electronics: | None |
| Special: | None |
| Warp Core: | standard |
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8 Characters Here
Lucius Lamech [13] The main director of Deep 17, passionate and charismatic, he's the poster-boy of the organization
Hayden Addler [13] A scientist of the D17 research unit serving under Lucius. Despite his white hair, he is only 25.
Bashemath Addler [12] Communications officer, biological control unit, and remote operator.
Xander Addler [11] Deep 17's "defender of mankind", an artificial anomaly encased in a Nautilus Class Anchorsuit
CSU-ECLIPSE [10] Crisis Suppression Unit elite, a survivor of multiple anomalous encounters, 100% non-anomalous human
Bashemath Proxy Delta [10] A blend of technology and genetics, a biotech vessel designed to be operated by Bashemath to perform duties across Metatron
Neo Vex [6] He is a swords mage and likes to eat a lot.
PILAR168 [5] https://mez.ink/kumpulangamegacor_b1cf9c
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██/██/██97
████ ██-██
"██████ ██ ███████"
███████ Status: ACTIVE
████ Status: 1 VER. DECEASED, 1 PRES. CAPTURED
They were undoubtedly all going to die here. There wasn't anything they could do to delay or stop that.
Kicker caught a disruptor bolt to the throat, the heat instantly melting the armored covering and searing the flesh underneath it, giving him a split moment to reach up before going limp. Shield releases his rifle and darts over to check on his co-captain, narrowly ducking under the next volley and behind, only to be met by the arriving CSU from the rear.
As the atmosphere fully exits the docks, Valiant finds his SAW rendered useless, the gas-blowback system rendered inert. Throwing his PK2 down to strike the dock floor, he raises his arms and steps toward the Aschen troops. One of the disruptor rounds strikes him in the thigh, causing him to stumble forward and end up in a half-kneeling position, arms still clenched behind his head.
Shield looks blankly through his faceplate at the returning security agents, holding his officer in his arms. With another few seconds of hesitation, he pulls Kicker's SR-9 from his hip and places it against his comrade's faceplate, sending a high-caliber round through the helmet of the man in a second, then through his own the next. Both of them go slack, their limp forms half-floating in the zero-gravity environment, secured to the 'ground' only by the soles of their magnetic locks.
About eight seconds pass before the bodies of the two team leaders inflate underneath their armor, the explosive charges cracking the interior and causing blood to seep out in a cloud from the holes punched in their helmets.
4,000 Miles Away, closing distance.
Marauder-6, secondary reinforcement team. Message from OVERWATCH reads as follows.
██/██/██97
MARAUDER-6
Secure Status: FAILED
ALL Status: 3 VER. DECEASED, 2 PRES. CAPTURED
OVERWATCH TO SUPPORT, WITHDRAW, DO NOT- REPEAT- DO NOT REINFORCE, HEAVY CASUALTIES. LANDING UNSECURE, MISSION FAILURE. PROBE TEAM MET HEAVY RESPONSE, MISSION FAILURE. OUTMATCHED.
GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOU.
The mining vessel quickly decelerates from FTL, coming to a slow halt moments later.
Inside, the team of forty sit quietly after the synthetic voice flashes over comms.
"Does that mean we can go home?"
"I don't know."
Around six minutes later, the mining barge floats in a cloud of debris, ripped into jagged halves.
██/██/██97
████ ██-██
"██████ ██ ███████"
███████ Status: ACTIVE
████ Status: 1 VER. DECEASED, 1 PRES. CAPTURED
They were undoubtedly all going to die here. There wasn't anything they could do to delay or stop that.
Kicker caught a disruptor bolt to the throat, the heat instantly melting the armored covering and searing the flesh underneath it, giving him a split moment to reach up before going limp. Shield releases his rifle and darts over to check on his co-captain, narrowly ducking under the next volley and behind, only to be met by the arriving CSU from the rear.
As the atmosphere fully exits the docks, Valiant finds his SAW rendered useless, the gas-blowback system rendered inert. Throwing his PK2 down to strike the dock floor, he raises his arms and steps toward the Aschen troops. One of the disruptor rounds strikes him in the thigh, causing him to stumble forward and end up in a half-kneeling position, arms still clenched behind his head.
Shield looks blankly through his faceplate at the returning security agents, holding his officer in his arms. With another few seconds of hesitation, he pulls Kicker's SR-9 from his hip and places it against his comrade's faceplate, sending a high-caliber round through the helmet of the man in a second, then through his own the next. Both of them go slack, their limp forms half-floating in the zero-gravity environment, secured to the 'ground' only by the soles of their magnetic locks.
About eight seconds pass before the bodies of the two team leaders inflate underneath their armor, the explosive charges cracking the interior and causing blood to seep out in a cloud from the holes punched in their helmets.
4,000 Miles Away, closing distance.
Marauder-6, secondary reinforcement team. Message from OVERWATCH reads as follows.
██/██/██97
MARAUDER-6
Secure Status: FAILED
ALL Status: 3 VER. DECEASED, 2 PRES. CAPTURED
OVERWATCH TO SUPPORT, WITHDRAW, DO NOT- REPEAT- DO NOT REINFORCE, HEAVY CASUALTIES. LANDING UNSECURE, MISSION FAILURE. PROBE TEAM MET HEAVY RESPONSE, MISSION FAILURE. OUTMATCHED.
GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOU.
The mining vessel quickly decelerates from FTL, coming to a slow halt moments later.
Inside, the team of forty sit quietly after the synthetic voice flashes over comms.
"Does that mean we can go home?"
"I don't know."
Around six minutes later, the mining barge floats in a cloud of debris, ripped into jagged halves.
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