[b]Unknown Galaxy Harvest, PSC Homeworld ===================== A large sphere of a room, chairs and people sitting all around them, arguing over some problem in an unknown language. The main bulk seemed human, others where of a variety of sentient and advanced alien races from the galaxy. In the middle of the room was an odd looking map, a 3D sphere with a map of the Milky Way, showing various markers and symbols. One of them pointed, a human looking figure, at an alien across the room. The human like figure was decorated in holographic medals. The alien, was dressed the same, both high ranking officials of some sort. The human figure shouted in his unknown language, either accusing or arguing with the alien, as he hit a button on a holo-panel and the map enhanced, showing a sleek black triangular ship, floating in the vastness of space. The alien yelled back, then sat ba k down as another person yelled at them both, and both went back to arguing over something....[/b] [spoiler] Closed[/spoiler]

[b]Living On the Edge:[/b] [i]Nightclub, Mandalore City, New Terra[/i] [i]Even years after the terrorist bombings on New Terra, the repairs of Mandalore City were still unfinished. There were still sectors deemed unsafe to live in, where dust and debris still lay after the planet's orbital defense grid had turned against it. However, the bombings had one positive effect: many of the new buildings were incredibly modern, and therefore, quite a bit more exciting. Michael Drake had little idea what stroke of madness drove him here, but now that he was on New Terra, he might as well enjoy the last few hours he had as a free man. He came in hours ago, drinking, socializing, flirting, and even playing a few rounds of darts (though his prosthetic arm gave him quite an unfair advantage). He'd had a grin plastered on his face for hours. After months of living on the edge, it felt good to expose himself once more to the world. After this, he'd turn himself in, and his men would get their records cleared. After that, he'd either be executed as Public Enemy No. 1, or condemned to an indentured Legionnaire position, where he'd fight for the Republic. Slightly lost in thought, Drake was surprised when a person sat down in the booth across from him (and that person, is you). [/i] [spoiler](Open to anyone. I'd rather talk than fight, if possible, but you can apprehend me here)[/spoiler]

[i]Marcus wandered around the Crusader having a look around and familiarizing himself with the ships layout[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i]I'm a Wreckin' Ball, I'm a Stingin' Knife, Steal Your Money, Gonna Take Your Life[/i][/b] [i]Just tell the boys that I'm gonna be Back in business again -AC/DC[/i] [b]NTR Supply Outpost, Asteroid LB-176[/b] [i]The asteroid was almost large enough to be considered a moon. As such, the NTR found it useful as a supply dump and refueling station. With an artificial atmosphere, the hunk of space debris has been converted into a livable home on the frontier. Soldiers guarded the supply facility and the munitions, as well as the fuel supplies and their homes. Crops were grown on part of the asteroid to sustain those living there. Needing some more firepower and just generally bored, the Courier had happened upon the base while moving into NTR territory. Running the whole idea through his head, he didn't personally see all that much wrong with it. Kill some people, take some stuff, leave some payment for Treyman. Worst they'd do was scold him. Averting his course to the outpost, Wilson slowly maneuvered his gunship in to land, finding it to be fairly similar to a Vertibird. Landing his ship, he stood from the seat in the cockpit, cracking his knuckles as his M134D-H shifted forwards into its firing position. Sliding his M1 from his back, he checked to be sure a round was loaded, and he exited the craft. Upon exiting, multiple marines greeted him. He replied to their questions and introductions with a hail of minigun fire. The 7.62x51mm NATO rounds sheared through the men, the sheer volume of fire overwhelming. Several NTR soldiers were completely cut in half by the weapon, which was firing armor-piercing steel-core ammo, a tracer every tenth round in the belt. Walking forwards with very little problems at all, he continued to cut them down with the M134D-H, using his Garand to hit some men out at a further distance. Walking to the armory itself, he holstered the rifle, and kicked the door, but it did not budge. Rearing back again, he punched it with enough force to dent it, but it did not break. Finally, he ignited his protonic inversion gauntlet blade, and simply cut into the door, weakening it enough for him to punch the rest of it inwards, the door falling apart into a few large, dented pieces with molten edges. Walking inside, he shifted his optics to adjust to the lighting, and made his way into the lockup for the bigger guns. As he moved through, several soldiers attempted to stop him, only to take a burst of minigun fire to the chest. Arriving at his intended destination, Wilson kicked the steel cage door in, and entered the armory. While this set off an alarm, he really wasn't worried, he'd killed most of the troops stationed at the base. Browsing through the weapons, he loaded his bandoliers with ammunition, and he lifted up six advanced weapons, slinging them all over his shoulders. [spoiler] https://forums.unrealtournament.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=8573&stc=1 http://media.indiedb.com/images/members/3/2776/2775711/profile/assultrifle-art.jpg http://pre15.deviantart.net/889e/th/pre/f/2013/258/9/0/double_barrel_by_vombavr-d6mg3mo.jpg http://orig13.deviantart.net/31f6/f/2012/133/7/0/flamethrower_aft_2l_heat_by_karanak-d4zkm49.jpg http://evo-wiki.com/images/weapons/shotguns/chopper_shotgun/chopper_shotgun_concept_art.jpg http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/anarchyreigns/images/c/c1/Sniper_Rifle_Concept_Art.png/revision/latest?cb=20140426090536 [/spoiler] He also took two energy blades from the wall, activating them to make sure that they functioned, then deactivating them to slide them under his bandoliers. [spoiler] http://www.jedesign.us/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/energy-sword-pic-4.jpg http://img05.deviantart.net/3fd1/i/2013/030/f/6/3d_halo_energy_sword_by_marksman56-d5tahxs.jpg [/spoiler] Deciding that enough was enough, the Courier made his exit, but not before leaving several large blocks of gold laying in the armory. Pulling out a pre-written note, he laid it down next to the gold, and headed out. Walking back to his ship, he looted several soldiers, and took their credits and their ammunition, stealing a few service-issue assault rifles and service-issue sidearms. Piling his newfound gear into the gunship, he looked up to see Wolfe, standing in full armor in front of him, arms crossed across his chest.[/i] What the hell was that?! [i]he shouted at Wilson.[/i] I needed guns, so I bought some. [i]the Courier replied with a shrug of his shoulders.[/i] You just killed at least a hundred people to steal guns from an intergalactic sovereignty that we were contracted to. [i]Wolfe sounded very angry, like, a killer calm angry at his companion.[/i] Look I left Treyman some payment it's all good. [i]Wolfe simply sighed as Wilson finished unloading, and took off, heading back out into the fringe worlds.[/i] [spoiler]Open for investigation of the asteroid, they're gone now.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Extra terrestrial crashing party [/u][/b] [b]outside the main colony on glydaton a shooting star is seen but its orange and too close infact and it crashes into a Forrest. After the boom a sound of a star ship can be heard but no visual. Its 2 kilometres outside[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i]Home..Not So Sweet Home.[/i][/b] [i] Ian sat in the co-pilot seat of Damien's ship, while Damien flew. They were on their way to Serra, Ian's home planet. Scientifically advanced, extremely beautiful, and near the Outer Rim. The goal was to get in, get Ian's armor and whatever other valuables he'd left behind, and get out. Without interacting with his parents. Funny, Ian realized he'd never really told Damien why he'd left home. He guessed he'd have to now.[/i] "Alright.. Serra. Awesome place to live, great views all around, highly scientifically advanced, blah blah blah." [i] He said, pressing more specific coordinates into the system. [/i] "I've got a plan. Whether it's going to work out or not, well... at least it's a plan." [spoiler]Cheshire Kitten. [/spoiler]

[b]Closure[/b] Two guards stood at the entrance to the arrowhead, or leaned against it, as they had both been shot in the neck by tranqs, and alarms went off as someone entered the ship Alpha looked over his shoulder, and ran deeper inside, the claws on his bare paws clicking against the metal floor ((open))

Anyway, like I was sayin', shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. Dey's uh, shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. That- that's about it.

[b][i]The Medical Bay, NTR Crusader[/i][/b] [b]Garin and Ian were in the Medical Bay watching over Nora. She had been severely injured in a fight. They were worried that she might not make it. [/b] [spoiler]open? Yeah, open.[/spoiler] [spoiler]GOD-blam!-ING DAMIT[/spoiler]

[b]Yed wandered around The NTR crusader, just kind of exploring. He was on top of Xaar, as always, spear in hand.[/b] [spoiler]Open. Just bored[/spoiler]

pls repleh

[b][u]Outskirts of the Ilano system[/u][/b] Deep orbit watch stations picked up the anomaly the moment it popped up. Initial scans were inconclusive, but it was close enough to a core world to worry the NTR. In response to the anomaly, the NTR has deployed an NTR war fleet, and has hired back many of the personnel who had worked on the Gydaton operation, many of whom have a great standing amongst the NTR because of this. The NTR does not want to engage in combat with the anomaly instantly. They first want to learn about what it is and where it came from. "Exiting warp." Came the female voice of the ship AI, Sinulhkay. Before the NTR Capitol ship lay the anomaly; a massive war vessel capable of dwarfing an entire NTR fleet. "Detecting warp patterns. Possible warp engagement." Sinulhkay says. Suddenly all the stars in space burn out. The only visible objects are the anomaly and the Capitol ship. "Communications lost. We're all alone with this thing." Sinulhkay says. "Prepare the Gydaton personnel for a boarding party." The captain says. [spoiler]closed. Story has progressed too far to introduce new characters.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Bad Company[/u][/b] [i]"Bad company I can't deny Bad company Till the day I die Until the day I die."[/i] Winchester slowly opened his red eyes, groaning and shifting his stance, causing the bed he was in creak loudly. He sighed, as he got up and put a pair of blue jeans on, as well as a white muscle shirt along with a black leather jacket. Luckily, the Feds didn't see his face when he raided the Hermes, so he could walk freely without the fear of being spotted. The crew of the [i]Arrowhead[/i] scattered, for now at least. They needed to stay low until they were sure that everything calmed down. Of course, this didn't stop Winchester from doing a couple jobs. Minor ones, of course, ones that wouldn't draw attention. He got his fair pay, and piled it up with his stolen credits. Some might use these credits to settle down in a big house or retire. Not Winchester. He completely renovated his loadout. He adopted a set of armor he used in his younger days, an older model, providing less protection but more mobility. With the renovations, however, he made it even more durable than his last set while retaining the mobility. A new paint job, a new look and some new toys. He called it: [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/78/41/d5/7841d507fb9b3cf435b2393fd4c449a3.jpg]"Skull Splitter"[/url]. Carbon Fiber, Titanium, Adamantium, Diamond, Carbyne. All integrated into this armor. With an amped up generator, producing a tougher Hardlight shield. Winchester also utilizes an Invictor Shield, coating his armor to prevent unwanted telefrag. His rockets on the limbs and back stayed the same. His Machine Gun got a Mini-Rocket Attachment. His melee weapon is now coated in an energy field that disrupts shields and increases its lethality. He's also named it Mjölnir. His beloved Railguns have not changed, thankfully. His Shotgun now can utilize Incendiary Rounds. His Revolver now has Armor Piercing Rounds. Also, the gauntlets are now fitted with bladed knuckles and can provide a killing shock. "Hell yeah..." He said as he closed his garage. It was off the grid, bought illegally and in the middle of nowhere. It was safe. Winchester sat at a local bar, drinking up his favorite thing in the world. Alcohol. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i]Exploring the ship after the confusing debacle at the bridge (regarding Winchester and Wathe's inability to communicate), Wathe unknowingly enters and airlock of the Arrowhead. Pressing all the right buttons to release said airlock, it is jettisoned into the depths of space. Watching the ship grow farther and farther away, it scans it for future use. Using a thruster it had just created, it was able to generate enough force to send it towards the nearest planet it saw. Entering atmosphere roughly, it shaped into a small finch and glided until it cooled. Spotting a large metal object, it flew towards it and landed on a porthole.[/i] [b]Taps on glass with beak, alerting you to it's presence[/b] [spoiler]Open to anybody on Gydaton[/spoiler]

[b]Laying low?[/b] Alpha woke up again, this time to see Drake leaving He sighed and got up, feeling so much more better........ after a period of time, dressed in only a T-shirt and Jeans, he followed him, Unaware of anyone who might be on his tail, but he didn't worry, he wore a mask during the raid, so even though he stuck out like a sore thumb, his furred appearance didn't reveal his identity ((Open to all))

[b]New Ship, Old Faces // Extrean City, Capitol of Gydaton // NTR Space // 5:21 PM // JT[/b] [i]His welding mask was illuminated by the sparks of his welder fusing two colossal pieces of metal just then, and when JT took a step back to look at his ship, he was pleased with what he was seeing. Him and a good chunk of Extrean's engineers as well as offworld engineers had been working on a new vessel for the past seven months, but it was no Alamo-Class Battleship, rather it was something for a different crusade that was being kicked off by the New Terran Republic, a campaign that would see general Jack Treyman, or JT as most know him, leading his troops. Treyman frowned when he was finished with his massive supership at the biggest docking bay in all of Gydaton. The ship was a grand one true, with a reinforced titanium hull, four colossally large thrusters on the back of the ten mile long ship, an outer layer of HardLight that was projected by a Shield Emitter every half of a mile. The ship was two miles wide with two colossal hangar bays on either side of the ship, and all of it was powered by an Energy Reactor in the centre of the ship - Which was also the most protected part. The large cylindrical vessel had a bridge on top, that spanned only one eighth of a mile wide surprisingly. The onboard A.I System was Viola, or Alpha 890, who was so reinforced by her creation through Varn on the Old Alamo that her systems rivalled the Empire's technology. The ship had meess halls, dining halls, barracks, lounges, it was essentially one drawn out Avalon from the Fireteam November days, but the outer layers of weaponry would prove to be far more devastating and better at staving off assaults. On all four sides was a row of 205mm cannons, one every tenth of a mile, with 50. Caliber explosive turrets just waiting to blow the hull of their attackers to bits. Every fifth 205mm was replaced by a Hydra Missile Cannon, which would be able to lock on and fire a guided explosive that was roughly the size of a 205mm cannon. These defenses were powered by a secondary Energy Reactor, which was located right after the first two, yes there is a backup generator in case the first malfunctions. Why the NTR issued this kind of a ship, nobody knows. Only JT, the president, and a few other high ranking officials on the Council of Military Actions can say for certain. But they haven't said a word to anybody but those who were chosen exclusively for the job, those who were famed for intergalactic skill, and those who were from the Hermes Crew, because JT saw great potential in all the survivors. So everybody was assembled on Extrean City a week after its construction, testing, and the NTR Marines, Rangers, and Engineers finally showed up to the ship. [/i] [b]NTR Crusader // 9:30 AM // JT.[/b] [i]The newly appointed crew were assembled in the East Hangar of the NTR Crusader that morning. The soldiers had already been briefed of their roles when the NTR Navy and Army assigned them to the new ship. A hologram of JT appeared just before everyone in the hangar bay which interrupted any conversations that had been going on. The General straightened out his suit in the hologram before he started to address his new crew. [/i] "Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever you may identify yourself as. Today you stand onboard the NTR Crusader, the ship that you will be serving on until the threat of our enemy is over. And what is our enemy, you may ask? That I cannot tell anybody, but I will say this: You have been issued helmets and air filters, wear them whenever you see a purple fog fill the area ahead of you, or you will lose consciousness and become the enemy we must face. They are not here and on the ship, instead we will be bringing you onto the surface of Planet Aentrius to combat our enemy. I understand you may be disgruntled with your lackof knowing what we face, but be aware that you will be informed at a later date. Come find me in the bridge if you have any questions." [I]And before anybody could get a word out, JT disappeared as a hologram. He was broadcasting from the bridge of course, so people could ask him what they need if they went up.[/I] [spoiler]State your character name in a spoiler, and mingle with the crew. EVERYONE is wearing an earpiece and tracking bracelet, remember that. And in your quarters you'll find a gas mask with two filtration systems on either side. You'll need it. [/spoiler]

[b][i]I Am My Father's Daughter[/i][/b] [b][u]Credgys Ant-Ulta, Aristocratic District[/u][/b] [b]It was a night like any other, cold and blank, the two blue moons up in the sky.[/b] [i]"Foxtrot Alpha, visual confirmed, suspect is... What the hell is she doing...?"[/i] [b]Nikki jumped from the roof, her suit suddenly bending forward and splitting into a wing suit as she glides over the city below.[/b] [i]"Confirm. Target is on the move... Drone Swarm operational."[/i] [b]She swerved past the mayor's house... Nearly four hundred thousand credits stored on her stolen bank chip. The heist had been quiet, but she had managed to trip the alarm... Months of planning and now her father was guaranteed to know of her misdeeds. Well it suited him... Keeping her locked up in a glass house was torturous... It was stuff like this that made her feel truly alive.[/b] [b]But there wasn't time to think on it... Drones were after her now... A lot of them. She swoops mid flight... Diving into the subway and skidding to a halt as pedestrians scramble and scream in flight. Her visor and hood kept her hidden, and her suit always changed her hair to a snow white color before every op to hide her identity.[/b] [spoiler]https://imgur.com/xDvnJpI[/spoiler] [i]"Bravo Lima, confirmation that target is moving underground..."[/i] [b]Security forces quickly mobilized, heavy gunners moving into the subway as they marched after her. But she was already gone... But they wouldn't just roll over and admit defeat... She had taken something else as well... The coordinates to a mob agreement, one the government of Credgys had tried to cover up. Such info would make her millions if given to the right people.[/b] [i]"Too easy..."[/i] [b]She smirked, following the train tracks for a good few meters before she ducked into the janitor tunnels...[/b] [b]Breaching the surface, she sprinted towards the ship bay, only for a massive war drone to swoop down close to her...[/b] [b]She slid forward, her massive bow quickly unsnapping from his holster and unfolding... She had no need for a quiver... Infinite high explosive hard light at her disposal. One quick shot, and the drone burst into bright cyan flame.[/b] [b]Her mag gloves quickly activated as she scaled a nearby skyscraper, reaching the top to watch the city go into panic. Neon signs and holo-billboards are showed a blurry image of her, the caption reading: "Ice Witch Strikes Again. Reward for Capture, 20000000 Credits."[/b] [b]That was a lot of money... But trade secret were worth it... She clung there a moment, watching military grade support crafts zoom by. Civilians were encouraged back into her home as her small hover craft slipped by. She quickly hopped into it and launched deep into space, her ship moving into stealth...[/b] // [b]Nichole's daring escape had been the most fun she had in weeks... And so she treated herself to a nice meal at the Cygne Vierge on Daorious. Her hair was back to its blonde state, her bright blue eyes tracing lazily in the afternoon sun. She was in a stunning blue dress, wine glass in hand as she watched the water roll by. Such a nice place by the strange coast of this colony planet. Only the rich came here... The privileged. Which is why her contact had asked her to meet him at such a nice restaurant. Technically she wasn't even old enough to drink... She was only nineteen... But her modified ID got her where she needed to be. But as the hours rolled by and the sun began to set on the water... She doubted her contact would show up... After all, the Ice Witch was becoming quite the terror. The modern age cat woman. Untouchable, and untrustable... If only someone a little more interesting would show up...[/b] [spoiler]Open. Intro.[/spoiler]

Im Rick Harrison, and this is my pawn shop. I work here with my old man and son, Big Hoss. Everything in here has a story and a price. One thing I've learned after 21 years - you never know WHAT is gonna come through thay door

It had been 7 months since the attack on the NTR Hermes, and the state of both factions was grim. The NTR had confirmed reports of a new enemy, the Afflicted, and pursued them aggressively in the new NTR Cruiser. Meanwhile the pirates had ran continuously from their pursuers and gone to the most desolate locations they can find. Winchester was combusting with rage over the still-battle scarred Alpha and threatened to erupt at a moments notice like a light show. Sawyer had lit aflame the Rorschach and left it undistinguishable, attempting to cover the tracks of the team. And their CO Drake feverishly hunted for new members, especially the red-hot Jupiter Tanner who had raced across the galaxy like a wildfire to escape the bounty on her head. However, a breakthrough was found. The hacker known as Mother relentlessly attempted to pinpoint the crafty crew of smugglers across star systems and deep space and had her lucky break as she found it, parked in a colonized shipdock. The Arrowhead was finally found and a search party was dispatched including some of the finest former-Hermes members the NTR could require in order to finally find and kill the band that destroyed the Hermes months ago. [spoiler]Open to JT and anyone else that decides to come and get us. Give it your best shot[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Stealth Ship[/u][/i][/b] Seven months, and they were still far from catching up to the raiders. It was starting to annoy Magnetar. Not that he had a problem with the crew. They were quite nice as long as he was, which made things easier, though he still wished he could find the people who tried to kill him and his friends, at the very least to find out why they did so if they had a reason at all. He then gets a ping on his HUD. An alert from X1 detailing that they had found the Arrowhead. At last. Magnetar rises to his feet and walks out of his quarters to talk with Evie. Finally, they could start to get closer to catching those scumbags. [spoiler]Open to Evie. It's time we start our hunt. [/spoiler]

[b]A small ship approaches the Crusader.[/b] Do you think we'll be allowed on? [i]I dunno. I've only heard rumors.[/i] [spoiler]OPEN[/spoiler]

[b]Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.......[/b] Spaceport, medical bay Alpha slowly woke up.........his vision was blurry as he was under the effects of the drugs in his system pumped into what he fuzzily made out to be an IV system....... He suddenly woke up all the way, but was too weak to do much other than turn his head to see who was there His wounds festered despite the care he received on the Arrowhead, and he continued to grow weaker, it was evident in his eyes that he now was sincerely scared, as even through the haze of mophine and sedatives he knew that his body was almost dead, hanging on by a thread.... ((Open to smugglers))

Needs more patriotism