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Editado por JayTea:
8/27/2016 7:01:13 PM
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Gydaton RP
[I]The New Terran Republic has dispatched the NTR Crusader, a ten-mile long warship dedicated to keeping the Republic stable and safe from any outer threats. Aliens, viruses, anything you can dream up the NTR Crusader can combat. [/I]
[u]CURRENT LOCATION:[/u]
[i]NTR Hermes[/i]
[i]STORY SO FAR: [/i]
[spoiler][i]The crew of the NTR Hermes had a tough time battling the savage natives of Planet Gydaton, but they have successfully completed their first mission for the New Terran Republic and allowed the colonists to successfully land on Gydaton, where a colony was started. The crew have went back to the Hermes for some R&R before their next mission. But unfortunately the ship was ransacked by Pirates above Gydaton, and the crew was disbanded.
Now a new crew is in space now. The NTR Crusader was a ship that was designed for all-out war, and its crew were hired for that purpose. They have been dispatched by the NTR War Council, headed by High General Jack Treyman to eliminate a threat known only as "The Afflicted," a coalition of species that have all been infected by some sort of parasite and mutated to become soldiers of war for some sort of army. Now the Crusader must go and fight them on their planet of Valinus, where it is said they made their home to raze other planets from. [/i]
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[i]BIO ROOM:[/i]
[spoiler] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/207458838/0/0[/spoiler]
[i]GROUP:[/i]
[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/1593741 [/spoiler]
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81 RespuestasEditado por GingerlyWalnut3: 8/13/2016 5:36:23 AM[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]
