United Republic Colonial Defense Force

The Colonial Defense Force is the Republic's standing army, defending Republic worlds from threats both foreign and domestic.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The Afterman


The government of the Tarsus system. It is a rigorous and dedicated establishment, often criticized for its solidarity and self-reliance, which is usually translated as cold stand-offishness.




Abilities & Equipment

United Republic Colonial Defense Force Training

CQB Training
Hunting, Tracking, & Trapping
Advanced Combat & Tactical Methodology
Wilderness Survival Tactics
Advanced Marksman Training
Advanced Weapons Handling
Advanced Vehicle Training
WCV Training


Combat Armor - The United Republic Colonial Defense Forces are outfitted with an armor assembly comprised of triple-weave Kevlar, as well as the non-Newtonian plating used by the Marines and Rangers on the battlefield. Given the precarious nature of the CDF's tasks, they are also equipped with Kevlar helmets with an integrated HUD, NV and thermal optics.

Keppler & Kotch RCS-144 - Keppler & Kotch RCS-144 - A small radio used to provide tactical communications between the Republic CDF, the RCS-140 is a lightweight communications device that is easily carried and affords the CDF a long-range intra-squad communication system usable in a multitude of different environments. Hardened against EMP.

First-Aid Kit

Spare Ammunition

Assorted Grenades - Fragmentation, flash-bang, white phosphorous.

Standard Weapons

M4-1C Assault Carbine
M811 Pistol
M20 Assault Rifle
M1809 Light Machine Gun
M2-1P Combat Shotgun

Special Weapons

M6-SR Sniper Rifle
M-1 Anti-Material Rifle
M303 Flare Gun
MP-300 Recon Drone


So begins...

United Republic Colonial Defense Force's Story


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Character Portrait: United Republic Colonial Defense Force

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Icarius, East Outer Perimeter
Colonial Defense Force Squad 'Pegasus'
2000 Hours

'They don't call it the Suck for nothing.'

Standing at the Outer Perimeter always felt like a death sentence. The boys and girls of Pegasus Squad were all too familiar with this feeling, and it was basically second nature now. The possibility of dying was in the contract, in enlarged and bold print. It was the foremost thought on the mind of any CDF soldier. The Reaper was always close by, his hand reaching for your shoulder, ready to snag you out of your comfortable silence, catching you unawares. Of course, death was a big part of the job, but it wasn't the fixation.

Weapons in hand, the soldiers of the CDF had a clear goal: find and kill the shit out of anything that doesn't belong. This namely included tower worms, which had the ability to burrow beneath the inhabited sectors of the colony and eat anything that happened across its ascension from the dark underground of the moon habitat.

Tension was always in the air; once one of those fuckers started charging, there were only moments to react, and one's decisions made in those crucial seconds were the difference between walking away to see tomorrow, or becoming part of a giant pile of worm shit. The former option was the most preferable, obviously, but not the most common, surprisingly. Many CDF soldiers lost their lives to the untamed creatures that resided on Republic worlds, and yet the Republic was never without a good number of brave souls willing to sign their lives away into the service of the Defense Force. It was a trying period in anyone's life, for sure, but it had to be done. After all...

Man is mankind's only friend out here in the Suck.


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Character Portrait: United Republic Marine Corps Character Portrait: United Republic Colonial Defense Force

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Icarius; East Outer Perimeter
Marine Corps. Platoon "Zweihänder"
0800 Hours

Training in the Corps. was always a rough experiment; it was called an experiment because the Sergeants liked to try new, cruel and unusual methods to help toughen up their marines. This time, they had their marines run around the track, carrying on their shoulders bamboo shafts with bags full of rocks at each end, all the while holding onto buckets full of water atop their heads. "...and if any of you dumb bastards decides to get lazy or stupid and drop your bucket, I will have your ass!" the Gunny had made it clear that he wasn't going to be lenient today.

The bases stationed around Icarius were well-fortified and protected: MAC installations lined the place, the base itself was built to withstand some heavy shit, be it natural disasters or otherwise. The yard in which they trained was a grand expanse of empty land, stretching for miles and miles. The clearing was made desolate by strategic bulldozing, tearing down several hundred miles of forest land for a military training installation.

The boys and girls of the Defense Force hung around the bases as well; mostly to operate the perimeter defenses such as the MACs. They had their own separate training grounds south and west of the base, whereas the marines trained to the north and east. Neither trained so far away from the base that they couldn't skip back to it in a timely manner should things go haywire as they tended to on Republic worlds, but it was far enough to give them sufficient space.

The marines were called in, finally, having completed a good day's worth of experimentation. "Get your ugly asses into the mess. Move, move, move!" It didn't get any better than this slice of heaven.


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Icarius; South Outer Perimeter
Colonial Defense Force Squad 'Arrowhead'
2113 Hours

The grim quiet of Icarius nighttime settled over them like a shadowy phantom, the daylight having taken its last breath nearly an hour ago. In the dimly-lit darkness of the outer perimeter, the men and women of squad Arrowhead kept their eyes glued to the horizon that led to the woodlands beyond. It had been a while since anything catastrophic had transpired on Icarius soil, and that to them was unsettling.

They were understandably nervous, not having felt the rush of potential death pumping through their veins like violent acid, the pain of excessive adrenaline reminding them that they were still breathing for the moment. No, this time they were jittery; the precocious anxiety that came before trouble was even sighted washed over them as a flood of overbearing unease.

Their shift seemed to be coming to an end without incident. Seventeen more minutes of this freakish quiet and they could lumber back to base and allow their replacements to suffer the same tormenting anxiousness for the next ten hours. Hardly a word had been spoken between them all that time, as their concentration was fixed to the world ahead of them. The quiet was a curse; the curse of knowing that something bad was in the brew, ready to erupt upon them at any given moment. Guards were up and never lessened, and trigger fingers were twitchy. Nary a one of them let the treeline out of sight. Many of them stopped breathing for a long time as if they'd forgotten how.

Sixteen minutes now...

Beneath their feet came a thudding ripple, the sound of heavy feet trampling the soil beneath them. Eyes were widened as it breached the barrier of trees that separated the wilds from civilization, its razor maw spewing the horrendous war cry of its kind. It stood above them ten times, barreling towards their position. The soldiers opened fire, their small arms penetrating the leathery skin by mere inches; not enough to bring the beast down, but definitely rendering the creature sufficiently more enraged.

Frantic chopping of air as triggers were unrelentingly depressed, the tungsten-tipped needles exiting their carbines piercing through the atmosphere's flesh and embedding themselves into the monster that charged them. It was unstoppable, and only getting closer.

Alvarez manned the Jackhammer; a large mass-accelerator cannon resting atop a sturdy pylon. Its rails took some time to power up, loading the large slug into the chamber, ready to be discharged. The dragon stampeded its way nearer, closing in by mere feet now.

Alvarez opened fire. The slug ripped right into its scaly epidermis, exiting the other side and leaving the tyrant a mess of blood and bone and shattered muscle. Three-fourths of a lung had been obliterated, and it collapsed sideways, kicking its legs while its death throes ravaged it. Somehow, the beast managed one final, loud and haunting scream before it exhaled its last. They had won the day, for now, not taking the time to celebrate as they observed the freshly-made corpse. They had thirteen minutes to go...

...and the sound of multiple shrieks of vengeance were piercing the night air.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alighieri Character Portrait: Vincentro Santorini Character Portrait: Vak Sciolan Character Portrait: Anwyn Kalos Character Portrait: United Republic Colonial Defense Force Character Portrait: Sam Skull Character Portrait: Sicarius Artist Character Portrait: Ishikawa Aika

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An industrial center was normally the place a momb maker was employed to blow stuff up for building work, demolition work, or even just every day kaboom. Vinny didnt much care, but it worked. But things had confused him rather recently. "Hello, what is this ?" Vinny stopped his wandering and halted, seeing a pile of strange dust upon the grown before him. Picking up a piece of it he gave the dust a practised eye. "Hmm, I wonder if this would have the same kick as gunpoweder ? Nah, looks more decrative. Something to go on a flower boquet" Vinny smiled then, sticking his matchstick in his mouth like a toothpick he gently picked up the Void Dust and headed for his new shop.

Thankfully the new shop was in a slightl better part of town thanks to the recent happenings. Vinny had noticed an increase in soldier presence and other events having occured in the area. Just getting his new flower shop was the fun part of his whole time there.