[b]A random ship, seemingly of some NTR origin, crashes onto new Terra, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It is a basic fighter craft, despite being repainted and covered in graffiti [/b] [spoiler]open. Basically a char intro, I was missing for awhile.[/spoiler]

[i][b]The Frontiersman. [/b][/i] [i]"Did I ever tell you about the Frontiersman?" A man softly spoke, his voice echoing throughout the forest he sits in. He was with two other men, all of them clad in black combat suits with an M4A1 carbine rifle in their hands. The group each bore a unique mask, one with a skull that rested eerily on it in white. The teeth, however, were red like the eyes. [/i] "Who the hell is that, lad?" [i]The second man inquired. He set his rifle to the side of him as he sat on the log bench behind him. In front of him and the third man was a crackling fire, the embers trailing off into the night sky above. The first man sits menacingly on a second log to the left of the fire, from the other men's eyes. [/i] "Who is 'e? He's the damn Marshal man." [i]The third figure responds as the first tries to speak, before he goes back to reloading his gun once more. He stared deeply at the fire when he looked up, only to find something strange in it. A splatter of blood that forces the fire to sizzle menacingly. The splatter was not without noise of course. The first man fell tuff the log and forwards, to which his face was planted in the flames and onto a charred, burning piece of wood, which branded him with a charred mug. Though, he was dead, and there was a large knife in the back and front of his head, popping outwards menacingly. The other two men jerked themselves upwards from the log, either one grasping their guns firmly. But, a figure protruded from the treeline behind them, the Frontiersman, the Marshal, the man they spoke of only moments ago. The figure stared into the fire with a set of bright blue beacons from the darkness, cast by his hat's shadow, to which the only things that could be seen were his eyes and the ends of his trimmed, snow-coloured beard. The hat was the same brown shade as the duster he bore over his body, which was tattered and stained by dirt on the bottom. Across his chest was a bandolier, filled to the brim with bullets for both a shotgun and his twin revolvers. The ones for the shotgun were obviously able to be spotted, due to the uranium tips that burn everlastingly on the tips of it. Beneath the outfit and the ammunition sash was a jumpsuit, one of an emerald green shade. The trimmings were an onyx black, which gave the figure a menacing look. At his sides in a pair of leather holsters were a set of exquisite revolvers, both black in colour, but the bulkiness of the guns made it seem more like a set of hand cannons from the medieval era, but in a modern frame for the guns. Across his back was a single shotgun, one that had not two barrels, but a third resting atop the main pair. It was stockless, as if the man wielding it was able to use the gun with a single hand and still retain perfect accuracy, and the gun had a second trigger below the first on the slightly curved grip. But, who knows what other weapons were on his person. His arm was strange, both of them. The rightmost one was a prosthetic, but it looked like so much more. It was a completely blackened colour, but it was engraved with the blue shade of the Cobalt Phoenix on it. The arm was in a form of being an arm, rather than the industrial drill that was typically there. His cobalt flames kept themselves resting grimly inside the arm. And so the two raised their guns at him, but as soon as they pulled the trigger, the Marshal jumped outwards at them. The Resizer augment put him down to only about three apples tall in height, allowing him to jump off the bullets with ease, his Spring loaded Legs letting him jump to the barrels of one man's gun. He raised his left arm at the figures eye, and soon enough his hand shot out at the figure, burying itself in the left eyeball which created a menacing hole. The arm was connected by a bungee cord-like string of metal, though. He allowed himself to regrow, which in turn forced the hand to grow too, which absolutely destroyed the man's head, brains, everything inside. He retracted the arm, and his hand shot out from his face, which left a massive, gaping hole that took up most of the head. He turned his gaze to the next man, who had dropped his gun entirely now. But the Frontiersman was not merciful in this fight, and a swarm of nanites had flown off his body, and a large number of the onyx coloured swarm went into the man through his mouth, nose, and ears. He filled the man until his insides were filled with nanites. His heart had no room to beat, his blood had no room to flow, none of it. So the nanites expanded outwards, and more flew in. Eventually the man's skin had holes, and the nanites flew out from them, carrying his organs. The swarm dropped his innards, and reformed around the cowboy as they created a flesh like coat in appearance, that went under his clothing and weaponry. Marshal was here, and he was pissed. [/i] ((Open))

[b]NTR Recruiting center[/b] Thomas returns to the NTR recruiting center, three hours later, when the shuttle leaves for the new recruits. He is dressed in his armor, civilian clothes underneath, weapons on his back and a backpack there as well. It had his other clothes, toothbrush and deodorant. His stood there, arms crossed as he waited. [spoiler]Open to Pavel[/spoiler]

> Sees Rp thread [i]I slowly take off my shirt[/i] Would you like to continue? Yes or no? [spoiler]wort[/spoiler]

[i][b]Together We Stand, Divided We Fall...[/b][/i] [b]Aboard the Helicarrier [i]Erwin Rommel[/i], outside of Mandalore City [/b] [i]The ten carriers were divided between the Castle FOB Knight and their tactical positions around the city. The great warships stayed above the troops on the ground, providing resources and support craft for troops in the city, housing weapons capable of creating a decisive tactical advantage for those who controlled them. Control was the all of it, at least to Generalfeldmarschall Edward Drache, the commanding officer of the Castle's German contingent. Having had a stellar career with the German military, he was always anxious to advance his career, or to gain more of a stand. From his position in the Castle, he was well-respected, but often distrusted due to his lust for power. His recent actions in the city had been largely without the coordination of the other generals, whom he considered to be too weak and tactically inferior. While he had taken the helm of the Castle for the time being, he was not the highest ranking commander, the honor fell on Nicholas Clarkson. Drache intended to change that, however, and unlike his "rival," he had a clean past. His career had always been against Venom Incorporated, he was not a black sheep, he was the dragon, a protector of the Fatherland. Drache knew that violence directly associated with him would not be the way to come to control the Castle, rather, he would have to play his cards close to his chest and under the table. This meant tearing things apart from the inside, using puppets, and painting his opposition black. Sitting at his desk, he made sure to shut down any surveillance and recording devices in his office on the bridge. Reaching for his phone, he typed in an encryption code into a tac-pad attached to the phone's receiver. Placing a call to the Bernard Montgomery, he waited for a crewman aboard the bridge to respond. As soon as a crewman picked up his phone, Drache spoke.[/i] Es ist Zeit. [i]The crewman hung up the phone immediately, and made the call to the weapons control teams. Within minutes, the ship's weapons began to power up, her railguns rising to their positions as missiles were prepared to launch in their silos. Soon, all hell broke loose. The Bernard Montgomery began firing upon the city with her rail batteries, devastating not only the Castle troops on the ground, but civilian structure as well. Her missile systems locked on to several of the other carriers, firing at their propulsion systems to bring them down into the city. The second British carrier, the Winston Churchill was first to go down, slamming into the side of a building and tumbling into the ground, destroying itself in the process. It was followed by the Georgy Zhukov and the George S. Patton, both of which were felled with heavy-payload missiles. Each was downed inside the city limits, devastating infrastructure and anyone on the ground. The final two carriers tried to escape, only to be downed as they attempted to exit, however, they dealt heavy blows to the Bernard Montgomery, ripping open a gaping hole in its hull, and devastating a large portion of the flight deck. The carrier went on anyways, targeting the FOB and the carriers stationed there. Letting loose salvos of rail cannon fire, the rogue British carrier began devastating the base. Inside agents aboard the ship barricaded the bridge, making their assault on the base as they engaged full throttle. Successfully downing several more carriers over the base, the rogue ship thundered in, and was soon lit up by fighters and the base's AA systems. Soon enough, the ship was shot down, however, her course put her on a path for a direct collision with the base, still moving at much the same momentum. The burning wreckage of the Bernard Montgomery bulldozed its way into the center of the Castle's FOB Knight, destroying most of the hangars and rendering the runways useless. Back aboard the Erwin Rommel in the city, Drache observed with pleasure, but he made an all-call across all lines of communication in a much different tone.[/i] Mein Gott.... It appears zhat Commander Clarkson has turned on us.... Zhe damage is currently unassessed, but ve presume it is very serious, and thousands are dead. I repeat, Commander Clarkson has betrayed us. [i]On the ground amidst the wreckage, Clarkson came too, inside of his exosuit. Pusing the debris off of himself, he stood up inside what had once been his command HQ on base. He had heard Drache's message, and immediately, he knew what was going on, and Drache had him cornered. After observing the damage for a moment, he disappeared, teleporting to somewhere far off, as being here was beyond unsafe for the man who had been framed.[/i] [spoiler]Open. PLOT INBOUND![/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Separate ways[/u][/i][/b] As the Photanac flies in orbit over New Terra once again, Phoenix travels to the surface and heads towards a nearby bar, getting a drink while there and hoping to run into someone with a job for him. Meanwhile, Silver stays on board the Photanac along with X1, awaiting his debriefing. [spoiler]Open, just be clear as to which character you are interacting with. [/spoiler]

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[b][i]Send Lawyers, Guns, and Money; The Shit has Hit the Fan[/i][/b] [i]Get me out of this HOW?!? - Warren Zevon[/i] [b]Bridge of the UNCT Erwin E. Rommel[/b] Any vord on Nicholas? Locations, anything? [i] asked Drache, looking out the bridge windows of his ship. He and Riker were now both aboard the Rommel, coordinating their intended plans. As such, the two had shut all recording systems down on the bridge, to keep their conversation private. [/i] Nothing. Bastion can't find him, and our ground units have no word or confirmed sightings of him anywhere. [i]Responded Riker. William Riker was the only other Castle commander alive, for he and Drache both had an ax to grind with Clarkson. Riker had lost many men to Venom Incorporated, and never had forgiven the company for killing so many young Marines. He wanted to see every one of them pay, and it infuriated him that Clarkson had been allowed to live. He intended to change that by allying himself with Drache, who was also staunchly anti-Venom, and egotistically career-oriented. [/i] Vhat of Osiris? They're off the grid as well. Chances are, they're with him, and they've gone dark. Probably have the mercenary with them. Zhen I suppose zhey are simply further loose ends to be tied up. Get on it, General. Aye. [b]Binvala Tavern, New Republic of Congo, New Terra[/b] [i]In the rundown shantytown on New Terra, Alex Wilson had received Nicholas Clarkson's call. Arriving a few hours later, he had alerted the Osiris team, and rallied them to come to Clarkson. As precaution, al of them had cut their communications with the Castle, to keep Drache and Riker from watching them. They were in the dark just as much as he was. Walking into a bar, the team looked like just another mercenary group. Moving to a rear room, they found Clarkson, in his full exosuit. Wilson was the first to greet him, wearing his full power armor.[/i] Shit you ain't lookin' good, bud. Believe me, I'm not doing well at all. Castle's framed me for attacking the other carriers and Mandalore City. Drache convinced them that I'm out for revenge over Venom, made it look like I staged a huge terror attack. [i]Clarkson for once seemed concerned.[/i] [i]Wolfe responded quickly.[/i] Why? What's the point? You're the man calling the shots. That's just it, Jackson. Edward wants to be calling the shots, and Riker's out for blood for the Marines he lost in Dubai. [i]replied Clarkson.[/i] Thing is, they're not out here yet, but I'll bet they're figuring out now that you're all with me. [i]Dieter Stark, Jager, spoke.[/i] Drache's out to become more powerful, thus he destroys zhat vhich is in his vay... that being you. Anyone vith you is an enemy to him. [i]Reaper spoke next.[/i] I think we're gonna see a lot more dead, and a lot sooner than we need to... [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Unknown sector in NTR space, Several ships[/b] [b]Jared leaned back in his pilot's seat. Tired, but unable to sleep he decided to check up on the two Ex-legion he met, and decided to stay with as it was a big bad world, and you need someone to watch your back right? After checking up on them, making sure their ships were in course, and that nothing was amiss, he went back to his own instruments and detected a lone ship [i][u]Aboard the other ship[/u][/i] Grant was up, still messing with his cybernetic limbs and some pirated NTR equipment, and he heard the familiar alarm of an incoming ship, which hailed him[/b] [quote]This is Grant Sasser, I'm on private property, get your ass aw-[/quote] [i]"You're carrying several tons of stolen gear, and on a course to a local hub, you must have some stones[/i] [quote]You could say that[/quote] [i]"How much for the cargo?"[/i] [quote]You buying?[/quote] [i]"You are selling aren't you?"[/i] [quote]Hmph, I'll have t- for gods sake![/quote] [b]Multipls slipspace signatures were detected and the four ships went into combat mode, engaging the Pirates [i][u]Several hours later[/u][/i] The four ships were fine, the dozens of pirates not so much, and the ships stuck together, and began on a course to a local hub, in an asteroid, and they landed, sticking together I hat the crowd, though they did attract some attention to a select few [/b] ((Chesh))

[u][b]Zhackie's Office, The Jolly Undertaker[/b][/u] "We -blam!-ed up Red, we -blam!-ed up bad" "No we didn't, we -blam!-ed up sure but it's not 'bad'. Not just yet at least." "The hell it isn't! They catch that shit down there you know someone will break! Once the canary starts singing it's a bitch to shut it up, nevermind the merchandise lost, it's where it leads that will end up royally screwing us" Kir retorted. "Either we got to get it back or make sure no one gets it at all, there is no inbetween here and you know it" "Any other obvious points you wanna point out Kir, no really, I'm sure belaboring the obvious will help in finding a solution to this problem much much faster" Zhackie replies, clearly frustrated. "I already talked to Bonnie, she assured me we have time to act, we have time and we have an objective, all we need is the people. Now for the sake of all that is clean and spiffy, shut the hell up" An uneasy silence followed, he continued to read through his tele-pad and he could still Kir's gaze prying at him. He breathes out a loud sigh and turns to him, loosing patience. "If I let you take pick who goes on this will you get off my damn back?!" "Yes" //// Kir, the ship's mechanic walks down into the bar lounge of The Jolly Undertaker. [i]Metal jaw Metal jaw Metal jaw[/i] he keeps repeating in his mind as he looks from person to person. ((Chesh))

[i] Ian slid out from under his ship in the hangar of The Jolly Undertaker, wiping the grease from his hands on to his jeans. He rummaged around in a toolbox, grabbing a certain instrument and continuing his work while he thought about things. Imogen, Nikki, Damien; his powers. He couldn't believe he'd actually used them, after he swore not to. Well, he thinks grimly, too late now. Tightening the bandana around his head, tying back his hair he gets out from under the ship and grabs a bottle of water, leaning against the ship and sipping on it.[/i] (Open)

[b][i][u]Descent into shadow [/u][/i][/b] As Silver exits the medbay of the Photanac, he walks up to Jace and looks at him. "Evelyn is in the medbay."-Silver As X1 and Evelyn finish their chat, Silver waits outside with Jace and Phoenix. "So, what's the plan? Do we bag her and get her to help us?"-Phoenix "I'm not sure that is a good idea. Let's wait for her to come out and then try to go through the rest of this peacefully."-Silver "Fine. But if this goes sideways..."-Phoenix "It won't."-Silver So they wait for Evelyn to exit the medbay with Jace beside them. [spoiler]Open to Jace and Shadow. [/spoiler]

[b][u]New Purpose In Life[/u][/b] [b]Mandalore City, New Terra[/b] They were nice people. Little on the strange side, but they had reason to be. A normal newlywed couple doesn't pick up a massive stranger in battle armor with weapons everywhere. From robbing a bank to hitching a ride with newlyweds. What a damn week. He held the briefcase the representative from the Triumvirate gave him at his side, making him look stranger than normal, weapons on his back. He looked like a monster, made to scare the Hell out of children who misbehaved. Probably made a few piss their pants as he walked by, down the street. His stature and size alone were enough to make him a good ten foot radius of singularity. His armor and weapons had people staring, some walking into each other. [i]Just down the street...I think. Maybe I should ask someone. Nah, they'll run if I speak, probably thinking I'm a terrorist.[/i] The thoughts were logical, smart, true, even. He was looking for a recruiting center, for the NTR. He wanted to explore his options before he picked one. He was leaning toward the NTR, more his style and fighting technique. The Triumvirate wouldn't invade, and he didn't like that. He wanted freedom and destruction on the battlefield. Not controlled defense. Finally, after about a miles worth of walking, he found the recruiting center. Stopping, Thomas looked at the briefcase one more time. He shook his head and walked to the side of the building, opening up a dumpster and dumping it in there. He walked into the building, taking off his helmet. Thomas stepped up to the recruiter... [spoiler]Open to NTR guys for recruiting naration and stuffs[/spoiler]

I swore ON MY LIFE I wouldn't do this, but I am! I am angry and I don't care what anyone says!!! I'm tired of people calling me a boy, especially on my fanfiction forum, because then they call me a homosexual because of how many male options I have! READ MY FRIGGING NAME YOU DUMB NIMRODS, I'M A FRIGGING GIRL!!!! I HATE the thing that says 'you're not a girl until proven so" and I ESPECIALLY hate it when people DO realize that I'm a girl but call me an attention whore because of my name or my posts! KrayZ-GamerGirl was my YouTube before it was my gamer tag; I NEVER thought that a bunch of thirsty, idiotic, jerks would swarm me because of my name! GET MY GENDER RIGHT AND RESPECT IT!!!!! I also hate it when idiots self-advertise on my forums! Take your dumb advertisements TO ANOTHER FORUM, NOT MINE! Even if they're not self-advertising, STOP ADVERTISING ON MY FORUMS! It's ignorant and rude! If you wanna advertise, make your own forums! I also hate it when those pictures contain inappropriate content! I especially hate it when people start calling me a fa****! The 'lettuce' thing ticks me off too!! Lettuce is another word for both Lesbian and fa**** and it REALLY ticks me off! I hate it when people say "OP is a fgt" or when they reply with pictures saying things along the lines of that! TAKE YOUR IDIOCY SOMEWHERE ELSE! YOU'RE NOT WANTED HERE!!! I also hate it when people tell me that I "need help", need to drink bleach, or just to kill myself! YOU GUYS ARE A**** AND NEED TO GET A LIFE; NOT TELL PEOPLE TO END THEIRS!!! I ESPECIALLY HATE IT when people say "it's the Internet; get used to it." IT DOES NOT GIVE ANYONE AN EXCUSE TO BE AN A**!!!!!!!! YOU JERKS NEED TO GET A LIFE INSTEAD OF MAKING EVERYONE ELSE'S MISERABLE!!! I'M TIRED OF YOU FREAKS OF NATURE TRYING TO MAKE ME SEEM LIKE A WHORE OR AN A** AND I AM TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT!!!! ALSO; IF YOU DARE CALL ME ANYTHING THAT I LISTED ABOVE OR EVEN SLIGHTLY POKE FUN AT THIS, YOU WILL BE REPORTED!!

Passing through the battery of the InterSec station, the Mongrel's stark, solid onyx hill grazed the docking station as a door busted open and collided with the ground. A woman stepped out; her hair stood tall, prickly and dirty blonde, yellow like the blade of her sword which dangles at her holster among several other items of both utility and war. Behind her followed a robot, hovering from a jet at its metal waist, black and gray in color with two long steel katanas sharpened to a wicked edge where its arms would be. Her combat boots tread the floor as she eyes the area before her, looking for a way to sign up with the Federation. [spoiler]Open to Phantom[/spoiler]

[b][i]For Hire[/i][/b] [u][b]Unknown Fighter Craft, Deep Space[/b][/u] [b]The crew of Omicron Team sits deep in space transmitting a single signal to all open comms.[/b] [b][u]This is the Frontier Buccaneer coming to you live from our Cockpit. We could use a little 'pick me up'. Our coordinates should follow this message. If you or a loved one is interested in a five man team, find us. I'll tell Glitch not to bite.[/u][/b] [b]Te message cuts out, leaving the ship humming quietly in space. The crew inside waiting anxiously for someone looking for their help. They were low on pay... And could really use a place to fit in. EVA spec ops teams didn't often get a lot of help, especially these rogues.[/b] [spoiler]Open to the major factions looking to hire a team. Shad's response has been de-canonized.[/spoiler]

[i][b]The Fed Ex ship docked that day on a planet, unknown in name by all but its inhabitants and its military, the Feds. Though despite the fact that nobody knew it, [/b][/i][url=https://imgur.com/a/MzLVZ]Booker[/url] [i][b]walked into the nearest Federation recruitment station, his armour still on his figure, making him stand unnaturally tall. [/b][/i] ((Phantom))

[i]Mefoso, New Eden[/i] Violence had erupted in the streets as General Anwan's coup attacked. His soldiers fired indiscriminately, largely terrorizing the civilians. A man was beaten and thrown from a balcony, a group of women were gunned down as they fled pursuers. A technical of government troops arrived at the market to defend the civilians, exchanging fire and killing some of the attacking soldiers, but soon they were overwhelmed. They along with a large group of civilians were rounded up and shot in the street. The rebels celebrated but were soon chased off by an Atlas Industries attack helicopter that patrolled the area. It flew up the street guns blazing, killing the rebels in droves as they tired to flee. As the fighting left people returned to the streets and a convoy of government troops arrived from a nearby base. The dead were collected and buried elsewhere. [b]A small village[/b] Elsewhere PLF forces attacked a village belonging to the tribes supporting the coup leader Anwan. They attacked with machetes, killing the men, maiming the women and children. Women with babies had their breasts disfigured, so that the child could no longer nurse. The children were kept to be child soldiers, the women for bush wives and manual labor. The village was set fire and the attackers fled back into the nearly impenetrable jungle. A large rainstorm extinguished the fire and little was left alive. Here and there a small dog or a child would search for their families, either finding them dead or not at all. A small group of fishermen returned from the nearby lake and were struck with grief as their families and village smoldered in front of their eyes. [spoiler]closed, if you want to get involved with the conflict, land in the capital of Freetown, it's relatively peaceful there, and you can find any of the factions there.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Geraldines Routine approaching The Jolly Undertaker[/u][/b] "And this area around us is The Field of Bones, getting it's name from the wrecked ships you see floating around with the asteroids, previously belonging to those who flew in here but didn't have the finesse to navigate the place" Eleif speaks infront of the pilot controls as she flies through the field with ease. The ship suddenly pitches upwards as she narrowly dodges an asteroid the size of a bedroom. "Woah nelly!" she exclaims with a laugh. "Looks dangerous, well, it [i]is[/i] dangerous but trust me, when you get the hang of it it becomes as easy as flying in a clear blue sky. So, any questions so far?" ((Ciri))