(You can skip the intro. Just for mood and plays a roll in plot setup. I think it’s a pretty good read myself…)
“Control, this is Alpha-Niner Charley, Two Five. I’m at the location, but I don’t see anything. You sure this is right?”
“Alpha –SHHHH- Five, you have the right –SHHHHH- look to your –SHHHHH- team three should be on the grou –SHHHH-“
Parker slammed his first into the radio in his Valkyrie Gunship. He was sick and tired of his shit not working! Military may set the hardware standard, but they didn’t seem to care if their systems actually worked properly. It was infuriating.
“God damnit… Control, come in control, your breaking up. Say again, ground team three is where?”
“-SHHHHHHHHH-“
He looked over at his co-pilot, a young man named Robinson and shook his head in disbelief. Robinson was a small guy, short, around 5’5, and 100 lbs. He had red hair, freckles and looked comically unthreatening.
“Keep it in hover, I’m going to go take a look…”
Parker pulled his headset off and climbed out of the pilot seat and into the hold of the chopper. He navigated around the sixteen trooper seats and to the cargo doors, unlatching the bolt he slid the door back as he would a minivan’s.
Rain immediately pelted his face. It was cold, ice cold and the rain stung his skin. Pulling down his NV goggles he looked down into the darkness. The compound was below them and they hovered above the main complex. The power was clearly down, and the closer Parker looked, the more things looked odd. Some of the vehicles had their doors open, even in the rain, windows were broken, and scorch marks decorated various walls.
The research facility itself was divided into three sections. The East section was the docking bay and private quarters, the South section to aeronautics, and the West to Mechanized Armored Personnel Weapon Systems. Most of the time they were just called ‘MAS’, Mechanized Ass Stompers, or Mechanized Armored Systems if you didn’t have a sense of humor. Each section, or wing, was kept separate by 30-foot walls made of high carbon fiber steel blast resistant plates coated with acid neutralizing agents and flame retardant seals. Nothing was getting through those walls. It also required security access to open the massive doors to travel between the compound’s wings. It was meant for security. Parker couldn’t vouch personally for its effectiveness.
It wasn’t too long before he saw five men bolt from one of the buildings. At first everything looked normal, but as Parker looked closer he could see… Something was very wrong.
“Shit... Rob, one of them is hit! Get us down there now!”
The co-pilot turned around and nodded. He quickly assumed control of the helicopter and started the slow decent towards a clearing the ground team was headed for.
Parker leaned farther out of the Valkyrie to get a better look on the men. Two marines were at the rear, firing their weapons into the darkness. The other two at the head of the pack were carrying an incapacitated team member; each one had an arm over their shoulder and they ran with purpose and speed.
The wheels of the helicopter smashed into the wet earth as they landed. The loud crack of the ‘Ripper’ assault rifles was deafening as the marines charged forwards. Parker was out of the chopper, an A12-SUB in his hands.
“In! In! In! Move it soldiers!”
He squinted into the shadows, but even with his NV gear he saw nothing. Parker couldn’t figure out what the marines were shooting at… A shadow moved with mind-blowing speed and ducked behind a empty forklift. The two suited marines providing cover fire adjusted and riddled the empty vehicle with holes.
At that moment, one of the running marines stopped and grabbed Parker by his shirt tugging him close. The helmet slid back and what greeted him were fear, anger, and the pure instinct of survival.
“GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE PILOT! NOW!”
“AHHH! Its on me, GET IT OFF!”
The marine let go and Parker stumbled back a few steps. He looked towards where the screams were coming from. One of the covering marines was down, something on top of him, a vicious beast wrapped in shadows and blood. It tore through his armor like paper, ripping at the man’s chest cavity. The marine’s cries for help were suddenly silence as soon as they had begun.
“Gibson! NO!”
Parker didn’t stay; he bolted and charged into the Valkyrie. Tripping over seats and random shit in his way, Parker managed to get to the pilot seat and immediately started jamming buttons in for take-off.
“Rob, arm the weapon systems!”
He looked outside the rain-obscured window to see what had happened to the marines. They had loaded the wounded man onto the helicopter, and were trying to get the creature off the downed marine, the one called Gibson. It was too late. Even from his position Parker could see the blood and guts that were strewn around the attack area.
The shadowy creature didn’t wait long, as soon as it had killed the man and the marines turned to fire, it jumped away back into the darkness like a streak of black lighting. It was fast, unnaturally fast.
Seconds later the remaining marines were onboard, still firing their weapons into the shadows like mad dogs. Parker tried to calm his heart before he pulled up on the joystick, but too much adrenalin was pumping through his veins and he yanked up instead of gently pulling.
Parker white knuckled the controls as the Valkrie jolted upwards into the air. Within seconds they were thirty feet in the air, then a strong gust of wind took the air out from under them and the helicopter dropped ten feet before it recover and started to climb again. But not fast enough. There was a thud from the outer hull, then another, then two more.
“Their on the fucking helicopter!”
One of the marines had shouted. He couldn’t think strait, this wasn’t happening! This couldn’t be happening! There was a loud cracking and shattering of glass from the co-pilot seat. Parker’s head swiveled towards the noise. A claw was smashed through the glass and strait into Robinson’s chest. The young man gripped the claw with both hands as blood squirted freely from the wound and stained the helicopter’s instruments. Parker looked outside the window where a large black figure with sleek skin was perched on the nose.
“P-Park…errrr…”
Rob’s voice was strained and the effort to speak caused blood to bubble from his mouth. Half a second later the body went limp and Robinson was dead. Parker jerked the controls sideways and hammered his foot on the rudder. The Valkyrie responded almost instantly and tilted sideways so violently that one of the marines in the cargo hold lost his footing and plummeted out of the helicopter towards the earth below. Parker glanced at his altitude, 500 feet… Not even a fully suited marine could survive that.
Another shattering of glass and Parker felt a pain in his chest, not unlike a bad cough, or when you’ve just been punched. He looked down in disbelief at a slick black appendage that protruded from his pilot’s suit. That wasn’t supposed to be there… Was it? He looked up in a daze and saw the horrible face pressed against the cockpit’s glass window. Then everything went black.
PLOT:
Welcome to your Personal Terminal….
Incoming transmission…
“Sorry to interrupt your RnR marine, heaven knows you’ve earned it, but we have a problem that only your squad can handle. At twenty three hundred hours yesterday, a research station on BETA Seven went dark. A recon marine team was dispatched to investigate the disturbance, at o’two hundred hours their distress beacon was activated. The pilots that responded to the beacon encountered radio trouble and then dropped off the grid. No more contact has been established. Since the facility is privately owned I’ll have to wade through a sea of red-tape before I can actually send in any sizable force. The pilots, and marines are listed below. Your mission is to find the missing personnel, and secure the research facility from unknown hostiles. Use of lethal force is cleared. General Hammond out.”
Downloading attached files…
Captain. John H. – Marine - MIA
Sergeant. Gibson L. – Marine - MIA
Corporal. Susan K. – Marine - MIA
Private. Tillman P. – Marine - MIA
Private. Gregory D. – Marine - MIA
Corporal. Parker W. – Pilot - MIA
Private. Robinson A. – Co-Pilot – MIA
Doctor Edward K. – Head Scientist – MIA
Doctor Kathryn S. – Facility Medical – MIA
Doctor Harper T. – Scientist - MIA
WORLD DETAILS:
The entire RP would be conducted inside the Research Facility mentioned above. At the start of the RP the entire team of marines will be aboard a Valkyrie helicopter en-rout to the facility. We will enter the facility through the Docking Bay at the blue insertion points.
WEAPONS:
M-34 ‘Ripper’ Assault Rifle – This puppy is the pride and glory of the Marine Core. It fires a .270 Explosive Hollow Point, steel tip, steel jacket. The clip holds 60 rounds, it shoots with a decent speed (2.5 per second) and accuracy, and overheating is impossibility with the multiple heat absorption cells in the barrel and firing mechanism. PRIMARY WEAPON
HK74 Assault Rifle – Another great rifle, though not as popular as the Ripper, the HK fires a bigger bullet .50 Cal at the cost of firing speed (1.5 per second) and clip size. However, the HK’s .50s are heavily modified. Each round, when fired, has a super heated core of molten metal the enabled the bullet to penetrate almost all armor. It hold 30 rounds and overheating can sometimes be a problem when firing multiple clips one after another. PRIMARY WEAPON
980 Big Bore – Overkill is an understatement when talking about the 980 sniper rifle. Firing a small explosive artillery shell, the Big Bore has an overall length of 8 ft. It carries a clip of five rounds and overheating is impossible. PRIMARY WEAPON.
PULPER Shotgun – Not the most eloquent of names, but the manufacturers of this shotgun wanted to emphasize its deadly nature. This auto-loading beast firers fragmentation shot that upon contact erupts into a concentrated explosion, indeed ‘pulping’ anything it hits. It has 20 rounds and is semi automatic but will overeat if fired too quickly. The gun has a sensor that will prohibit a round from being discharged if the PULPER is too hot. PRIMARY WEAPON
A12-SUB – A sub machine gun, the A12-SUB is popular for it’s large clip, fast fire rate (3.5 per second), and deadly accuracy. It fires a smaller round then any assault rifle, but each round is tipped with chemical 345CYDONI that upon impact causes fire to spread around the target. This is very effective against organic targets. It holds 80 rounds, and overheating is impossible. SECONDARY WEAPON
Acidthrower - The same concept as a flamethrower only it shoots concentrated D89 Asidofni that upon contact with organic mater, quickly climbs in temperature, effectively melting the person alive. One of the reasons it's so effective is that the pain caused by even the slightest drop is so great that more often then not any enemy hit with the liquid will stop shooting immediately and collapse in pain. One canister holds 50 seconds worth of acid, overheating impossible. SECONDARY WEAPON
BEAST Hand Cannon – This pistol fires a bullet roughly twice the size of a .50 Cal. It’s magazine is very limited but the large explosive charge in the bullet ensures that anything shot with this gun… isn’t getting back up. Just don’t miss. Holds 4 bullets, no overheating. SECONDARY WEAPON
78 Repeater – This burst-firing pistol shoots three rounds per trigger pull. It has a large magazine for a pistol and fires armor pricing bullets. It’s accuracy is godly. Holds 25 rounds, no overheating. SECONDARY WEAPON
Zencorp Gatlingcannon - This massive weapon is so large that the user has to forsake carrying a secondary weapon. The Zencrop's prize invention fires a 16mm electrically charged round. The electricity charge on each bullet when fired is enough to stop the human heart (as well as blowing a chuck of the person away) if contact with the skin is achieved. When hitting armor it is enough to stun or disorientate the target. The Gatlingcannon is fed from a metal box mounted on the user's back. It has 1000 rounds and fires 2.5 rounds per second. Overheating can sometimes be a problem if you firer the gun nonstop for more then 10 seconds. PRIMARY AND SECONDARY WEAPON
ITEMS:
Hack PAD – used to hack into any computer, this military grade device turns even he toughest firewalls into virtual dust. It’s easy to use and compact for easy storage in a marines leg storage compartments. REQUIRES TECHNICIAN TRAINING
STEALTH SYSTEMS – Invisibly is no longer pure fantasy with the Stealth Systems from Zencorp! The stealth system is fully integrated with your Marine Combat Suit as well as your weapon and allows you to become completely invisible for twenty seconds! It has a recharge time of ten minuets. REQUIRES SPEC OPS TRAINING
Spare Ordinance Pack - Increases you spare ammunition by 166%. You will now be able to carry 8 clips for each weapon. If you are using the Zencorp Gatlingcannon, you will now have 2660 rounds. NO TRAINING REQUIRED
Nano Meds – This miraculous invention contains an injection of nanobots programmed to repair damaged flesh. They can even restore lost limbs if used fast enough. You’ll have five shots. REQUIRES MEDICAL TRAINING
Nano Reps – This miraculous invention contains an injection of nanobots programmed to repair damaged Marine Combat Suits. It will be like a new suit when they are done! You’ll have five shots. REQUIRES MECHANICAL TRAINING
FRAG – The FRAG is a heavy explosives fragmentation grenade. The grenade has a dial on the top that can be set from 1 to 10 seconds for the delay on detonation. These are deadly against organics or lightly armored opponents. You’ll have three grenades. NO TRAINING REQUIRED
Smelter Bomb – Designed to be anti-armor, the Smelter Bomb has a gravity generator bottom and can be placed on any surface and will stick there with 3 tons of force. It also has dial delay exactly like the FRAG. The Smelter Bomb itself has a high concentration of 345CYDONI and Heglomite. Upon detonation the Cydoni and Heglomite combine to create a sticky motel liquid that burns for thirty seconds at temperatures of up to 6000°. The bomb explodes with a radius of 20 meters (65 ft). You’ll have two bombs. REQUIRES EXPLOSIVES TRAINING
ARMOR:
The Standard issue Marine Combat Suit was designed for two things, to keep you alive in harsh environments and to help you kill stuff. The HUD (Heads Up Display) is on the inside of your helmet and displays everything from your heart rate to how much you’re sweating all in real time. Marines often joke that the only thing it doesn’t tell you is when your ass itches.
Due to the bulk of the chest and shoulder armor, it is impossible to raise the iron sights of any weapon to your eye for accurate aiming. In order to aim, you either have to guess, or use the targeting matrix linked to your HUD. The targeting matrix is accurate to within three millimeters.
There is a magnetic stasis field on the back of your armor in order to hold a primary weapon that isn’t being used or the metal box of ammunition if you are using the Gatlingcannon. Depending on if you are left or right handed, there is another stasis field on the outside of you left or right leg for holding your secondary weapon while not being used. Clips for primary and secondary weapons are contained in a compartment located on the opposite leg of your secondary weapon. The compartment opens by vocal command or manually pulling down on the leaver. It locks the same way.
Since the armor is bolted onto the marine and can only be removed by technicians back at HQ, it is fully air-conditioned and lined with comfortable fabric for flexibility and breathability. What the core doesn’t tell its marines is that the air-conditioning unit within the suit has a failure rate of 79%.
(Marine Holding PULPER Shotgun)
VEHICLES:
Exo-Lifter: Designed for lifting shipping crates and radioactive materials. The Exo-Lifter is a closed compartment vehicle with two arms, each arm as a hand with three ‘fingers’. It can support a suited pilot or unsuited pilot. It has a max walking speed of 6 mph. ORDINACNE OPERATOR
Heavy Combat Exo: Designed for a fully suited marine, this 9 ft tall beast features two arms, both with mounted Zencorp Gatlingcannons. A pair of munitions containers located on the shoulders, each containing 2000 rounds, feeds these cannons. It is heavily armored and has a closed cockpit. It can walk at a top speed of roughly 10 mps. REQUIRES ORDINACNE OPERATOR
SKILLS:
Technician: (Enables you to hack anything electronic. Doors, computers, turrets ect. The speed is improved greatly by the Hack PAD)
Spec Ops: (Enables you to have suppressed weapons. Also the only way you can use the STEALTH SYSTEMS item)
Mechanical: (Enables you to repair vehicles and Exo-Suits. You are also cleared to use the Nano Reps)
Explosives: (You can create IEDs out of almost anything. You can also use the Smelter Bomb.)
Medical: (You know anatomy like the back of your hand! Your cleared to use the Nano Meds)
Ordinance Operator: (Enables you to drive any vehicle including Exo-Suits)
Tactician: (Enables you call in limited air support when linked up to a radio tower)
Ultimate Badass: (Does nothing, but hell, you’re a badass!)
FACTIONS:
Creatures – What are they?! Oh my god!! It’s eating meeee!!
Marines – Oh yeah, who wants some?
Dead People – You don’t want to be listed here.
CHARACTERS:
Capt. – Incognito
Lt. - Kyon1
Sgt. – Chuckles
Corp. – Eisenhorn
Pvt. – MoonMan
Pvt. – Hearts of Fire
Pvt. - Free
RULES:
-Don’t be an ass. No godmodding.
-Must be able to post AT MINIMUM once every days.
-Each post must be at least 200 words long.
-You must respect the RPers around you.
-Use only skills, items, and weapons listed above.
-Be realistic. Even though your in an Exo-Suit, your facing terrible monsters. Your going to be scarred for your life, no matter how much of a badass you are. Humans aren't without fear.
- Death is a possibility! Your character can die! Don’t be stupid!
-Intimacy is allowed within parameters of the site rules. And truthfully if you can find time to get your freak on while this is going on, my hats off to you.
CHARACTER SHEET:
Name: (I shouldn’t have to tell you this.)
Age: (What’s the legal age again?)
Sex: (Maybe a little…)
Rank: (What rank are you applying for?)
Weapons: (1 Primary and 1 Secondary. You have three clips for each.)
Skills: (1 Skill Allotted)
Personality: (Team player or a lone wolf?)
Psychological Profile: (What is your mental stability? Do you have detachment issues or other psychological illnesses?)
Items: (Damn… wish I had brought grenades. 1 Item per person.)
Appearance: (All suits are customizable in terms of color and decals. Face descriptions also go here.)
Embellishments: (Fears, history, anything you want that doesn't fall into the above goes here.)
Creator’s NOTES:
This will be a long running RP. An Epic. Depending on how much everyone posts it could last in excess of a month. If you don’t have the time to commit to such an immersive and extensive RP don’t sign up. I’ve also tried to put as much detail as possible, but there may be things I forgot to mention. If you have questions please ask.
Regarding the compound, as mentioned by the INTRO, the power is off. Before any security doors or guns can be activated the backup generator must be turned on. Because the backup is not as strong as the primary, only one security door can be opened or closed at a time, and only two sentry guns can be active at any time.
Also, I realize this is a ridiculous amount of detailing, but I hope that everyone can find the time to sit down and sift through it all. Almost all of it will be important to the RP. Thank you for your time, and I hope that everyone will enjoy RPing in this world which I have enjoyed creating.
