[u]Training Sim, Level Nine.[/u] Block. Strike. Strike. Counter. The Holo crumpled into fractures as he struck a fatal blow. The ninth one to do so in the past minute. The remaining ones surrounded him. Suddenly he launched into the air, the booster in his right leg propelling him, somersaulting before coming down with a crash, a shockwave rippling outwards, fracturing the remaining eleven. "End Level Nine." He shook his hand, closing and opening his grip. "Feedback has lessened. Output has increased." He looked at his leg, the plated mechanical limb constantly whirring quietly. He touched it, having phantom limb pains. Shaking his head, he turned and picked up a towel, wiping his face.

[b][url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/19Dk-E3Us_ECCeIDyUvK_alEeMmYphNDitRpX8uBj-8A]Sasha Chu[/url][/b] [b][i]Sasha ran through the halls, trying to avoid eyesight with the crew. She might not be welcome on the ship. Her ship was in the starboard hangar, and she was far away, on the other side of the ship. Pushing through the hallway, she bumped into someone and forgot her situation.[/i][/b] "Who the hell are you?!" [b][i]Sasha said, her helmeted head starting to spark with blue electricity.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open to anyone on the Crusader[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Exhibit A[/u][/i][/b] The halls of the Crusader were filled with the footsteps of many people. Some were soldiers doing a patrol or keeping other in line, some were mercenaries getting equipped for war, and some were just crewmen trying to make sure the ship stayed in one piece. And then there was [url=http://orig09.deviantart.net/5461/f/2015/330/4/2/ninja_assassin_sa_by_nerkin-d9i2ngq.jpg]Phoenix[/url], a man few of the crew knew but some had heard of. As he passed by the many people going throughout ship, those that noticed him, under close examination, could determine that he was heading towards the morgue. [spoiler]Open to all, though mostly to Treyman and Shadow. [/spoiler]

[b][u]Shifting Sand[/u][/b] [u]Training Room, private unit 5[/u] Alpha sat on his knees on the ground, he'd taken to using the training rooms as his sanctuary after the incident, he'd grown tired of the accusing looks, the constant unspoken malice He sent a message out to the Arrowhead crew and any new crew recruits, since they needed a plan, shit had definitely hit the fan and this room was secure and private, making it harder for outsiders to spy on them He got up slowly and shook his arms and legs out, then stretched and yawned like a cat almost ((Open to Arrowhead crew and crew newbs))

[b]Arc 2 Part 2: Regroup. [/b] The Afflicted were gone for now, as the Marines, Soldiers, Mercenaries and Smugglers had managed to give all of them a good thrashing. The corpses of both the alien menace and the NTR's own lay on the ground, with more losses for the NTR than the Afflicted Stalkers. The assault wold not be one that is easily forgotten by any of the fighters from today, not at all. But hopefully, they still had enough of a crew to combat the enemy in their homes. It was pretty well a suicide mission, yeah, but it was to save not just the Republic but also the Federation, SHG Government, the Bastion, and every other known group in any galaxy. And so the hangar was the first to be cleared out by the remainder of what soldiers we had left. The halls were now guarded fiercely by NTR Guardbots armed with Plasma Rifles, as well as their human counterparts. Humans did outnumber robots five to one here though, so they couldn't just wipe out the crew easily if hacked. And so, general Jack Treyman gathered everybody in the hangar. Mingle with your squadmates and all that shit. ((Open, interact with each other. Better to know your allies))

[b]Malfunction Deep in NTR Territory ======================== An unmanned probe from the Covenant had exited slip space, tube jet black, triangular flyer slipped towards a nearby cruiser. One small mistake was made by the craft, a glitch in its processor messed up a complicated series of calibrations. Its original job was to latch onto the hull, and scan the entire ship, yet what it did instead was slam into it at full speed, destroying the front cameras and sensors. From there, it jetted alongside the hull, trying frantically to escape and make it safely away. What it did instead was alert the entire crew to its presence [/b] [spoiler]Open to investigation, the ship is the main cruiser you all reside on Forgot its name >~<[/spoiler]

[b][url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/19Dk-E3Us_ECCeIDyUvK_alEeMmYphNDitRpX8uBj-8A]Sasha Chu[/url][/b] [b][i]A sudden flash of light appeared in the black sky, piercing the infinite darkness in a glorious display of colours. The colours began to collapse as a ship slowed down in their place, exiting FTL. Sasha activated the boosters and flew to the nearest ship she saw.[/i][/b] "What system is this...?" [b][i]She said, looking at a map. Having just made a random FTL jump to escape pursuers, she was lost and low on fuel.[/i][/b] "Okay, traders or military..." [b][i]She sighed inside her helmet, getting moisture on the rebreather. It quickly dissipated, doing it's job.[/i][/b] "Either way is death. Might as well get it over with..." [b][i]Sasha sat up straight.[/i][/b] "Why am I talking to myself? I need to get an AI..." [b][i]She started to near the Crusader, trying to get a hold of anyone's comms that was onboard.[/i][/b] "Hello? Anybody reading me?"

[b]What's the World Ever Done for Us?[/b] [i]NTR Crusader//Bridge [/i] Drake took one last look at the photo in his cold machinated hand, at the face of [url=http://i.imgur.com/aPPicKo.jpg]his old friend[/url], before tucking it away in his jacket pocket. Something about the battle had made him quite nostalgic, and it made him think about what could have been, had he stayed behind... If he had been able to fight off the Marines before they had struck. His crimson jacket was stained with blood, yet little of it was his own: despite himself, he had done well in defending the bridge against the horde of Afflicted. He still didn't know why he had chose to fight with the NTR. He didn't owe them a thing. For that, he was angry with himself, but not so angry as to forget what he needed to do. His crew had been split up, but all of them had been freed from captivity in order to ward off the Afflicted. Now might be their best shot of reuniting, and perhaps remaining free. From there, they could decide which path to take, as a family. (Open to all)

[i][b]In Wake of the Wolves[/b][/i] [b]Hangar of the NTR Crusader[/b] [i]He appeared out of thin air, alone. His armor was black, his cloak matching. A silver spread-winged crow was embroidered in the back of his cloak, and on his gauntlets, there were silver etchings of feathers. His mask was black, the eyes unlit and black. Three blades atop each gauntlet lay folded down and inwards, his tac-pad covered by a protective metal cover that could be retracted. He wore a single bandolier across his chest, which held his munitions and grenades. On his back, a bo staff was folded down, his G28 DMR situated with its suppressor and scope covers. At his hips, two handguns, M45A1s, both black with silvered feathers engraved in them. His knife lay situated on the rear of his belt, hilt facing his right. Despite being a built man in a combat hard suit, he made almost no noise whatsoever, his armor's dampeners negating the sound of his steps. On his right shoulder, where he once wore the insignia of the blood red cobra, he wore the insignia of the British Special Air Service. Field Marshal Lord Nicholas Clarkson had not been in the field for a long time, but he had been training. Today, he just felt like getting back into things.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Aftermath[/b] [i]Pat-whirr Pat-whirr[/i] The only sounds of the figure walking to the crew quarters, his face covered in a helmet with multiple telescopic sights, and a rifle slung on his back, with a bloodied energy sword hilt on his belt, and a straightsword belted to his side, made of an unknown material He put a hand to his face, wincing as he felt the bone shift in the limb, and he stopped against a doorway, sliding down to sit on the ground, a slight grunt of pain as he drew his knees up, his cybernetic leg sparking and whining, almost complaining about the effort he inspected the back of his hand, scarred from battle, the metal of his cybernetics charred and dented he awaited his punishment, or for the backlash in general, as he came to grips with the fact that.....he'd killed, and no matter how much he told himself that it was for the best, he had a nagging feeling he'd only made things worse..... ((Open))

[b][i][u]Desperate escape[/u][/i][/b] In an unknown region of the Alliance space, the [url=http://pre14.deviantart.net/e19f/th/pre/i/2015/272/d/8/imperial_star_destroyer_by_adamkop-d9bbg15.jpg]Providence[/url], home of the SilverPulses, was continuing its mission to help fight against Entropy's forces. Suddenly, out of FTL comes a [url=http://i.imgur.com/IuIHcmo.jpg]fighter[/url] that is sending a request to land. As it is cleared and landed in the main hanger bay, a group of six Lightning Legion troopers exit with a heavily injured Magnetar on a hoverstretcher. He is rushed to the medbay for immediate surgery. [spoiler]Closed.,[/spoiler] On the bridge of the Providence, [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5b/6d/47/5b6d4796a290b6d39941c81793d0b8a8.jpg]General Kintal[/url] listens to a report from one of the recently arrived Nuva Nui troopers about the incident on the Crusader. As the trooper finishes, Kintal tells him to leave and sends an encrypted signal to General Treyman, requesting to speak with him. What happened in the hanger of the Crusader needed to be addressed. [spoiler]Open to Treyman only. [/spoiler]

[b]Finale!?!?[/b] The med-bay area was silent, devoid of the constant fighting and afflicted but, it was more of a tense, anxious silence, like it knew something was about to happen..... Alpha unslung "excalibur", his plasma rifle, and aimed at something farther down in the distance as he walked out of the med-bay, and through his scope he saw his target, and smiled "Damn you, Damn you for making me do this" he pulled the trigger and fired directly at the back of magnetar's helmet, hoping he'd be too busy and weakened to notice the noise ((Open to silver))

[i]Six no-name marines were trapped in the library, fighting off afflicted who were rushing in by droves. They had collapsed tables, books, and shelves to build a barrier/funnel. However, the afflicted were simply pushing the barriers out of the way or leaping over them.[/i] "We're running low on ammo! We need to move!" "[u]We have nowhere to go, Palomo, not to mention, the only exit is completely filled with these pieces of sh*t![/u]" [i]Two of the soldiers shared a look as they reloaded, and in that moment one of the afflicted tackled him, killing him by breaking his neck. It turned into the rifle fire of the other private, his gun now reloaded. He turned to fire on the barrier, when another jumped on him. It readied its hand to decapitate him, but found that a bullet had entered into its head, and collapsed. However, the privates rescuer wasn't so lucky. The captain sees this, and begins to back up, shouting for the others to do the same, but is shouted down by a roaring from the hallway leading into the library. Both the soldiers and afflicted turn to face the noise. The afflicted are met with a solid hallways worth of blue fire slamming into them, obliterating the afflicted. As it looked like the fire would expand to burn the soldiers as well, the fire recedes forcefully into the blade of Vrael, who steps through the door to survey the situation.[/i] "[b]A pity. This was my favorite part of the ship, or rather, the other ship.[/b]" [i]He chuckles for a moment before stopping to rush towards the private. The private, seeing the look in his eyes, begins to back up, right into the hands of the other private, who had been undergoing the change. There was no noise as his head spun to look at the changing private, who's face showed no emotion as he stepped towards the oncoming mountain of a man. Vrael jumped into the air, kneeing him in the face, and sending the thing flying across the room. He kneels next to the dead private, and burning his brain to stop the infection already spreading. He turns to face the other soldiers.[/i] "[b]Make your way to the hangar, they're preparing ships to evacuate. Make sure to scavenge what ammo you can from your dead compatriots. Lord knows they no longer need it.[/b]" [i]He begins to walk away, when he feels a gun barrel to the back of his head.[/i] "[u]I know who you are, and there is no way in Hell that I'm letting you go. Where would you go anyways, we're on a ship in space?[/u]" "[b]First, what makes you think you could stop me? Hell certainly couldn't, though I had help there. You are the captain of a squadron. I am a Paladin of the Lord on a quest for redemption. There will be no containment unless He wills it. Second, I would head to the hangar, which is also currently under siege. So, I bid you good day.[/b]" [i]The barrel dropped as the man turned to face his decimated squad. His face betrayed his fatigue as he bent to collect ammo from his fallen men.[/i] "Captain? Come on, he's a prisoner, we can't just let him go!" [i]Said the soldier, gesturing towards Vrael who was leaving through the door.[/i] "[u]You heard him. You've seen what he can do. How could we stop him? Not only because of who he is, but we're tired. We've been fighting none stop for the past days. We need to leave, so I'm leaving. Now, let's good.[/u]" [i]The private stopped, dropping his arm. Then, he went to another body, and began to gather ammo for the journey. Vrael, having left the library, heard the noises of combat growing as he approached the Armory, slaughtering random packs of afflicted, and growing in anticipation of the battle to come.[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]The sound of a piano drifted through the ship, removing that eerie Quiet.[/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

An old man in a brown coat stumbles out of a cargo hold, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes "What the hell-" He was cut off by a headless body slamming into the wall next to him. An afflicted stood before him, looking down on him. The old man grunted, and flourished two daggers that appeared out of thin air. They stood looking at each other,until the afflicted ran at him, booming out a challenge, to which the old man returned, while sprinting towards the behemoth. He slid between it's legs just before the creatures hands slammed down, denting the floor, slicing at its hamstrings. It spun around and fell to one knee, it's tendons severed. The man threw his knives at the beast while running towards it. The knives exploded in its face, sending it tumbling backwards, as a jet black sword materialized in the old man's hands, he swung downwards and decapitated the beast. He turned around to see a group of 5 Afflicted approaching him. He faced them as the fanned out in front him. He palmed a knife while sprinting, and sent it tumbling through the air at the group, before it detonated, disorienting them. He decapitated the one in the center, and split the one to it's right from its shoulder to its waist before rolling forwards. He spun and threw an explosive knife at one of the remaining Afflicted, hitting in the back of the head. It exploded, and a headless corpse dropped to the floor. The final two turned and charged toward him. The first reached him, winding back to swing at him as the man shoved his sword into its chest. It still swung, connecting with the man's chest, and sending him flying across the room, slamming against the wall. The man gasped and his vision coned as the last Afflicted approached him. It gripped him around the throat, chuckling. The man gasped and kicked his legs, struggling. He raised his hand next to the Afflicted, materializing his sword through it's skull, killing it and letting him drop to the floor. He coughed and struggled for breath, slowly calming back down. He looked up to see several Afflicted approaching him. He staggered to his feet, wincing in pain and muttering under his breath. "It never ends, does it?" [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Arc 2 Part 1: Affliction. [/b] The Crusader flew valiantly from the farthest reaches of NTR territory, Planet Gydaton with a mission: Exterminate and Examine. Well the first part of their galactic objective was coming into play only three weeks after departure. Private First Class Erin Wallace of the 2nd NTR Iron Maiden Unit, Kilo Squad, was standing aboard the 5th Hangar Bay of the supercarrier on that one fateful evening, it was 5:09 in the afternoon on the vessel, meaning it was approximately 17 hours and 9 minutes since the three weeks since departure milestone, and Wallace was already starting to miss home, but she missed Kilo more, since the other two, Marcel and Sam, had been missing for more than an hour and told Kilo Actual that they were going to "Speak to the general" or something of that sort. Erin had been polishing her Squire MKII claymore sword so that the five foot long steel blade was almost as shiny as her titanium-plated skin before her synthetic tanned skin and micro-sized pain and pleasure receptors had been installed, making one of three known IM teams to exist. The brown haired woman started walking to the bridge but upon turning her first corner, she felt a pair of cold and thin-fingered hands snap her neck right off her titanium body, where the brain of Erin Walace would rest in a permanent cryo state. The killer of the seven-foot tall cyborg woman held the titanium body with four long but thin arms as the ten foot tall creature, who was black as the expanse of space and had eyes that were a crimson red colour, had completely dissapeared with some form of cloaking field. But sadly, hundreds more were onboard the ship, killing anything in their wake. ((Fight themoff. You control the action.))

[b][i][u]NTR Crusader Space The Ranger, The Druggie, The Girl and The Afflicted[/u][/i][/b] [u]"SHIT! IZA, ELLA...RUN!! GO, NOW!!!"[/u] [b][i]The sounds of Peacekeeper tearing through Afflicted alongside bullets and blades could be heard within the Crusader as Isaac, Isabelle Haynes, AKA Iza, and Ella Cameron sprinted throughout the massive ship, being chased by several Afflicted. Wearing his typical titanium NCR Ranger armor, Isaac raised his revolver Wraith and fired three shots at the horde behind him, sprinting after Iza and Ella. Iza was carrying Perma-Fix in one hand and holding Ella's arm with her other, dragging along the girl to their rooms so they could retreat and barricade themselves. Suddenly, a separate horde of Afflicted turned the corner and ran towards them, trapping the three in one of the corridors. They needed help. And fast...[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open. Please note that these character's lives could be at stake here XD.[/spoiler]

[b]Lucifer had recently locked himself in a supply closet with a friend to hide from the afflicted while he repaired and loaded his handguns, he heard something outside and quickly drew his sword from his back swiftly driving it through the door with a single thrust like cutting through butter with a hot knife, the tip of the blade cleanly decapitated an afflicted and he sat down to finish his repairs leaving the sword in the door[/b] I'm all out of alcohol and I'm sobered up after a quick nap...this day can't worse [b]There was a knock on the door and he sighed as he stood up and ripped the sword out of the door[/b] I spoke too soon. [spoiler]Open to the person that knocked (you)[/spoiler]

[b]Deep Space, within scanning range of NTR Crusader[/b] [i]Within the pitch black of the Great Void, reality rips and tears itself, rending wide a hellish gateway through which a myriad of eldritch abominations spew forth into reality, dying off the very moment they are exposed to the Great Void. But, from this gaping maw of raw, undiluted, and ever shifting soul-stuff and hellfire, there drifts a lone boarding craft on a collision course with the NTR Crusader. Its plasteel surface bubbles and churns almost as if it were alive, and it emits neither distress call nor even a sign of power. The only other sign of life that this craft shows is that it drifts unerringly towards the Crusader, and does not err in its course..... [/i]

[spoiler]seen this thread up for a while. I'm guessing the theme is Syfy. Anything else I need to know?[/spoiler]

[b][u]Fashionably Late[/u][/b] [b]A ventilation grate pops off the ceiling, as an unfamiliar woman drops in through the space...right into a crowd of Afflicted.[/b] "Just my luck..." [b]She draws her twin pistols.[/b] [spoiler]Intro post, open.[/spoiler]

[b]How much are you willing to sacrifice?[/b] In the Med-Bay, Alpha awoke, his vision blurry as he heard buzzing and whirring...... He slowly looked around, his alarm only a faint emotion as he saw doctors and others mounting what looked like armor plating to......cybernetics? His limbs were not replaced, but augmented as was the rest of his body, life support systems fitted into the flesh and bone, as his vision cleared as a doctor Implanted something in his head, and he blacked out again.... He woke up again, and looked around, in a hospital bed but not hooked up to anything, and he froze after he brushed a hand against his face, the metal of it cold against his fur and skin [spoiler]open, especially to anyone who knows Alpha[/spoiler]