https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/219734527/0/0 Here for those seeking a new RP, given this one is dead.

[b][u]Old Ally[/u][/b] [i][u]Location: 159 kilometers from New Terran Fleet, Terminus. Time: 1943 hours local, 1 day after initial invasion of Terminus.[/u][/i] A blip. That's all that was detected at first. A small blip. But it was a recognizable kind of blip. It was the kind that was formed in the collapse of a ship-sized wormhole. It was clearly artificial in design. Then, the Crusader started to receive a transmission from something near the blip, a ship only 70-80 meters long: [i]NTR Starship Crusader, this is [b]Silver[/b] of the [b]Alliance[/b]. I have been sent by Nuva Nui Command to investigate some strange energy readings coming from this system. Requesting permission to land, over.[/i] The confusion surrounding what the ship was and why it came soon started to fade. The man on ship was a SilverPulse, the most elite soldiers of all the Alliance factions. If the Alliance could detect the Afflicted this far away from their space, then the outbreak must have been worse than could be imagined. The message repeated. It seemed time was of the essence to him... [spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]

Test. (Grabbing page link.)

Can i blow up some planets cause kek?

[b]The Battlefleet New terra, the flame of purity[/b] There was damage to all ships, and they'd lost two frigates and a destroyer. All pregothic designs, but the loss of three of the few ships they had left would be felt for a good amount of time not to mention the loss of officers and voidsmen aboard them. Lord admiral spire stood aboard his ship, looking out one of the many windows that depicted human history. The losses troubled him, but at the same time, they were losses that had been necessary, the afflicted were the greatest threat to mankind in existence, to die fighting them was to do ones duty to protect mankind. Those who'd fought were recovering and resting however they could. He himself couldn't let the crew see him feel tired. So he had another cup of coffee and waited for something to happen. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Tip of the Spear:[/b] [i]Terminus, Planetside[/i] The swarm of dropships touch down on the surface, hatches opening before they even touch the ground to unveil their cargo. NTR riflemen, Federation grunts, and JTF mercenaries alike stream out of the dropships, guns blazing, to meet the encroaching Afflicted horde in combat. Most of the riflemen fortify themselves in pre-existing trenches, where they begin to fortify their positions with ballistic shields and heavier ordinance. The JTF, however, had a different mission. The Afflicted hive-mind operated itself on certain axis-minds: beings that had the mental capacity to coordinate massive armies of Afflicted, and the biomass to fight on the front-lines unperturbed. These Generals, when killed, deactivated the local hive-mind, thus pacifying nearby Afflicted. The JTF had been sent to kill a group of three Generals that had positioned themselves near the center of the Afflicted horde. [spoiler]Open to all. [url=https://imgur.com/a/MiopT]This[/url] is most of the Afflicted army. You will be fighting against most of these units before you reach the Generals, which is a unique unit. Once two of them are killed (two individuals will fight one general each), the post is won. [/spoiler]

[i]Aboard the flame of purity [/i] "Admiral spire, battlefleet new Terra reports all ships ready for combat, the crusader's captain also reports battle ready." The ship X.O. Reported to lord admiral, who nodded as he watched the cogitators showed all 15 of his ships as green. Three battle cruisers, including the flame of purity, 2 light cruisers, four destroyers, five frigates, and one carrier. The ships were the last of the navy, some were from the reserve fleet, they had been mothballed only to be pulled out for this conflict with the afflicted. Some, like the flame of purity, were of the gothic designs, newest and heavily armored at the cost of manufacture time. "Excellent, have the other branches load aboard the ships, crusader and the flame of purity as soon as able. Have the auger scanners set for the afflicted and don't let them get the drop on us." [i]"to all ships of battlefleet New Terra, hear me. This is Lord high Admiral Spire, activate cogitators and warp engines, weapons loaded and ready and all strike craft pilots stand too.[/i]

[b]”Training Day” NTR Camp Shuttle Terminus 1352 Hours August 16th, 2251[/b] [i] The soldiers all waited beside the training course, each expectantly watching over the person that was running it. All of them were there for the commun purpose of training, some told to be there by a higher-up or a concerned squad mate, others were waiting there to test their own capabilities, and the remainder were there because they had just enjoyed trying to break the course record. Two minutes and fifteen seconds, most finished the run through in two-forty-five. A soldier was just coming out, and that meant it was time for the next one to enter the pit. The base on Terminus was always a freezing hellhole in his opinion, so rather than packing lightly and wearing basic fatigues to complete the course, Private First Class Adam Rhyson had equipped himself in his winter attire - a slate grey NTR jacket and matching pants overtop his usual olive army outfitting. The perks of being on a reserve base was that, no matter what kind of fighting was going on miles in whatever direction, you could always stay sharp in a freezing pit full of old bullet casings and just barely avoid hypothermia. Rhyson stepped into the pit and the first thing he would see was a table, one with various different weapons of the republic. Heavy gear like the NTR rocket launcher or C4 were left out of the selection, although Rhyson already had eyes on his preferred tools. He picked up a rifle, grey and with the insignia of the New Terran Republic firmly engraved on the long barrel. It looked like a SCAR-H, just updated to fit today’s modern threats with a sleeker design to it. His next choice was an NTR take on the Glock 18, which he put into the empty holster at his side, before he stepped up to the course’s entrance and took a deep breath. It wasn't like it was the last breath he would take, but nonetheless he felt an immense amount of pressure with all the people watching him run the course. What if he missed? Shot everybody but one and ran out, thinking the room was clear? Whatever, he didn't have time to worry about this kind of stuff. He entered the hallway that was the course’s start and immediately took off down it, before he entered the first room that awaited him. It was simple, four targets and a small wall of cover, made to look like a car with the dummy targets being in a false house. Rhyson squatted down behind the hood and popped the barrel over the vehicle’s red exterior, taking down the targets with well placed shots to the chest. On the last one he got cocky, putting a shot in the throat before he slid over the top of the car’s hood and went on. Impractical, sure, but he at least felt badass when he did it. Now he was inside he house and Rhyson had to sweep and clear the property. He was no Marine and he most certainly wasn't a Legionnaire, this kind of a job wasn't his, but it was still in the course. Recruiters are always watching, he thought as he kicked in the door to the closet. Inside of it was a target, much to his surprise, which he proceeded to take down with the pistol at his side. He stowed his rifle on his back in favour of the much more maneuverable sidearm at his hip, before he progressed into the living room. Behind the couch was a target, one with a synthetic hostage printed onto the front of it, prompting Rhyson to take a moment to aim for the head and pull the trigger. He was just barely quick enough to do it since he didn't want to hit the target and lose points on his score, but it wasn't Rhyson’s usual job so he didn't rightly care too much. Moving upstairs he took down a couple of targets in the bedroom, using a rappel kit to escape the house through the master bedroom upstairs and continue the course. What came next was a simulation of a no-mans-land kind of thing. Before that it was once a recreation of a power plant or some other building, but recent events with the Afflicted have made the Republic start employing semi-trench warfare with barriers and a lot of roadie running. The goal was to get through an infested trench alive, so Rhyson holstered his pistol and pulled the rifle off his back once again and started jogging through. The first target popped up although Rhyson sprinted into it, driving the stock of his rifle into the alien head of the creature. As he progressed ahead, more started popping out of the enemy side of this NML, but swift shots and a faked grenade would ensure they fell to the ground once more as Rhyson made it to the other side. He took the stock of his gun once getting into the enemy side of the trench, where he used his pistol to take down anything he could find and reach the end of the course. He sprinted to the big red button, slammed the palm of his hand against it, and looked at the big red clock that told him the time he took. Two minutes and thirty seconds, better than the par for it. With relief in his heart he dropped his guns on a table, exited the course and let the next person take his place. He was off to the NTR Canaries that would transport him to the Crusader for now. ((Open post. Feel free to mingle with other soldiers who are running the course, mercenaries are allowed. When you finish the course, you go to an NTR Canary and get onboard the Crusader.))[/i]

[i]*teleports behind you*[/i] Pshhh... Nothing personnel... kid...

What

Misread as "Did we start with Herpes?"

Is this starcraft?

Terran's from Starcraft?

[spoiler]Is this a trailer or something or is the actual thread? Because damson that intro[/spoiler]

[spoiler]where are the bios?[/spoiler]

A PlanetSide rp in the off topic section of bungie/destinies web site 😂

Good luck with this man

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