Idk what this shits about so....*roleplays harder*

[b]Blood in the streets[/b] The gang war had kicked off in earnest. On one side the Irish, the Russians, and the Italians faced off against the Triads, the Jamaicans, and the cartels. So far, only mobsters and gangsters had been killed, but both sides were getting careless. The cartel shot up a hospital to kill a high ranking Italian mobster. The Russians blew up the limo of a triad boss in broad daylight. Vladimir sat with a map of the city on the table in front of him and the rest of the Russian higher ups. They were waiting on the boss to show. A phone call told them that he said to start the meeting without him because of an unforeseen circumstance. They began to discuss strategy and targets. The bar they were in was closed, but they heard the door open. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[i][b]Gunfight at the OK Corral[/b][/i] [i]Gonna shoot you down I'm gonna shoot ya -AC/DC[/i] [b]Deserts of New Terra, Unidentified Location[/b] [i]Hawk had received coordinates from the smugglers in the slums of Mandalore City that had hinted at a possible location of the Courier. Being the only lead he currently had, he set about taking it. Teleporting to the programmed location, he appeared outside of an old abandoned desert settlement, standing amidst the baking dunes. Scanning the small town, he found several other beings here, perhaps the disavowed Castle team that he had learned of. They were likely sheltering him, but they were not his prime target. Checking his energy readings, he finally found what he was looking for. The Courier was in a suit of power armor, and approaching. Perhaps the Courier had found him. In a few moments, Alex Wilson approached, standing in a full suit of X-02 Advanced Tesla Power Armor. Like Hawk, energy spark across his armor, but Wilson had far more visible weapons and customized parts to his armor. His M2HB sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of .50BMG ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an MG3, a pistol-grip R870MCS, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. Wilson was the first to speak.[/i] Look who came back to die! What happened, did the Enclave not like you enough to send you after me not once, but -blam!-in' twice? [i]Hawk gazed at him, and retorted.[/i] No. They just want to make sure the most notorious mercenary in the Wastes is dead, so that they can continue trying to rebuild. THE -blam!- YOU MEAN REBUILD?! Like hell they do! Shit, last time I checked you guys were trying to spread FEV into the water supply and the atmosphere to -blam!-ING KILL THE ENTIRE POPULATION ON THE CONTINENT! A necessary evil. In order for America to stand again, eradication of mutagenic genes and genetic abominations must be carried out. Dude, I used maybe six nukes, and didn't quite get more than a million. You're talking a systematic genocide of potentially the entire world. I understand what I am discussing. It must be done. Alright, Hitler, look, you can't call me a terrorist for fighting a genocidal and militaristic regime with an Aryan complex. I can, and I will, because we are doing what is required to survive and rebuild in such drastic times. Ok spare me the bullshit propaganda, Goebbels. If you want your ass handed to you, let's -blam!-ing go. [i]Hawk did not reply vocally, rather, he extended his whips, staring down the Courier, who's M2HB slid down into firing position. Igniting the whips and his immense shielding, he slowly made his way towards Wilson, lashing the whips back and forth with great intensity, the heat emanating from them turning the sand to glass. Wilson began to fire, his M2 roaring to life as .50 caliber Mk 211 HEIAP rounds screamed towards the approaching marauder. With uncanny skill, Hawk managed to knock multiple bullets off-course with his whips, but those that impacted him were staggering. He knew if he had a chance, he had to get rid of that Browning. Lashing a whip forward while under the barrage of bullets, he caught the end of the barrel, cleanly cleaving it off. Upon seeing this, Wilson growled and detached the weapon. Rushing forwards, he brought it forwards like a club, all 120 pounds of metal, right into Hawk's chest. It knocked Hawk back, sending him tumbling in the sand, but Wilson took some rather serious energy to his suit, causing his shields to stutter. In turn, he knew he had to disable the whips. As Hawk recovered, he lashed forwards again, aiming to come down on Wilson's shoulder where he had initially had his Browning. Seeing this, Wilson rolled, barely avoiding the strike. Charging, he ran straight at Hawk, and tackled him to the ground. Grabbing hold of Hawk's left wrist, he ripped the whip cable out, shorting the power to it. Hawk reached to grab him with his right hand, and succeeded in throwing Wilson off. Standing up, he swung his remaining whip at Wilson, who barely avoided it with a roll. Standing up, he drew his MG3, and began firing at Hawk. With a much higher cyclic rate and a .308 round, the MG3 was deadly. Initially, rounds plinked off of Hawk's gear, but soon enough, they began cutting into his chest-plate, which lacked the same kind of armor reinforcement that Wilson had. In retaliation, he swung his whip, cleaving the weapon in half. Wilson promptly threw the receiver at his face, but he cut it apart again with a well-placed swing. As Hawk prepared another swing, Wilson drew his right revolver, and fired, hitting his mark. The .500 magnum shot ripped into the underside of Hawk's gauntlet, destroying the whip's power system, and severing the cable. The soldier glared at the mercenary from behind the eyes of his helmet, and rushed him. As he came at him, Wilson unloaded the next four shots right into his torso, the rounds lodging themselves in the plating, staggering him a bit for Wilson move slightly left, giving him the ability to push the Enclave Major sideways and into the ground. Rolling, the two threw vicious punches. Hawk delivered a brutal one to Wilson's face, spider-webbing the lens of one eye. In turn, Wilson growled, and extended his gauntlet's protonic inversion blade, and began punching into the hoses and power cables running from the back of Hawk's suit. He severed the filtration tubes and managed to cut into the Tesla reactor, nullifying Hawk's tytritium and Tesla systems. Again, Hawk delivered a savage blow to Wilson's face, denting the metal on the right side. Garnering enough strength, he pushed the Courier off of himself, and drew his tanto blade. As Wilson stood up, he drew his machete, twirling it in his hand. Staring each other down for a moment, they both rushed at the same time. Hawk went low, and got lucky, driving his tanto into a joint in the armor and puncturing Wilson's stomach. With the blade in, Wilson shouted in more anger than anything, and sidestepped, ripping the blade from Hawk's hand, and worsening the wound. As Hawk went to turn around, Wilson got behind him, and put him into a headlock. Hawk struggled to no avail, as Wilson turned the machete around in his hand, and plunged it into the gap in the armor at Hawk's neck, just below his helmet. Pushing it all the way through and out the back, he heard Hawk's gurgle of a scream as blood filled his throat. Pulling to the right, he yanked hard until he heard a pop, and the Enclave soldier stopped struggling. Dropping the corpse with the machete in its neck, Wilson let out a deep breath, and shouted to the dead man.[/i] -blam!- YOU AND YOUR PROPAGANDA BULLSHIT! -blam!- JOHN HENRY EDEN AND COLONEL AUTUMN! -blam!- THE REMNANTS, -blam!- GANNON, AND -blam!- YOU! [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

Updated Thread Goals: [spoiler]1). [b]Make the thread less complicated: [/b]Yeah, I'm definitely guilty of starting unnecessarily complicated plots and creating a thousand new factions, but it really deters a lot of people from RPing here. From here on, we (the admins) will put more of an emphasis on character interactions in lieu of factions. 2). [b]Make the thread smaller[/b]: This one kind of coincides with my previous point: everyone has a thousand different characters from a thousand different factions, all with different goals (though they're all combatants...). For the sake of the thread, we'll be limiting the number of characters you can have shortly, though the exact amount is yet to be decided. 3). [b]Make plots more easily accessible to all:[/b] We have a lot of new people coming in, and even more who want to get into the thread, but are deterred by its exclusiveness. I get it: sometimes it doesn't make sense for you to interact with someone. That's why we're planning on making smaller scale (though no less important) arcs, and making it so that everyone can participate in some way or another. The thread may be going through a reset at some point in the future to implement these changes. We'll see, but don't worry either way: these changes sound scary, but they'll only benefit the thread. Peace! [/spoiler]

[b]a hoverbike tears through the streets of mandalore, dodging pedestrians while at the same time avoiding gunfire[/b] [i]*fires backwards with pistol*[/i] I told you, that asswipe had a hit on him! He killed like, seven people for no reason! [i]*floats to a halt in front of a figure*[/i] What are you doing!? Get out of the way!

[u]dove with a branch or a hawk with a bomb[/u] [i] Mandalore city [/i] [b]it was all sudden, first a nice day with the sun shining is now blocked out by a colossal ship. The people become terrified. A shuttle is spawned from the behemoth and heads towards the main government building with a message given to the PA of the building. The voice seems different [/b] Be aware, we are not armed! We wish to speak, peacefully! [u] somewhere in the mid West [/u] [b] the commando who took out the truck previously is sitting in a diner, the news switches to the alien ship above Mandalore city. A waitress freezes.[/b] Oh my lord! [b]the commando wipes his mouth, he knows what that ship is. [/b] Here comes the cavalry... [i]some where else[/i] [b] lego drinks tea looking over the busy square, then the news streams the ship, he recognises the symbol.[/b] Well I'll be dammed! [spoiler]open for the leaders of the NTR[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Before Solara: http://i.imgur.com/fJM0QD2.jpg (Yes, this is the photo I'm using.) After: http://images.beautyworldnews.com/data/images/full/16708/travis-fimmel.jpg[/spoiler] [u][b]Redemption Kalishar After Solara[/b][/u] =================================================================================== [i]The town was dying, metaphorically and literally. Attempts to send aid were met with bandits or penny-pinching officials, looking to make a few extra bucks on the black market with the meds and food. Constant assault by raiders rendered any attempts at self-autonomy useless, and even without them, most of the farmers had taken ill. Then Franklin Morroe had stepped in. He had sent relief efforts there in direct force, even while struggling to feed the masses of New Terra. In a short time, many in the small town came to view him as their savior, and pledged allegiance to him above all other systems. He always discouraged this, though it was always when a camera was present... Slipping in among the relief crew was a man calling himself Vrael, who had settled, and was spending his days there as a jack-of-all-trades. He was a doctor when he could handle the injury or illness, a worker for most of the day, and a miner at night. He repaired broken objects and built others for those who needed them. However, whenever he was approached to socialize, he politely declined and walked off. Now, the town was thriving. Business and residents had entered, giving it new life, a second chance. He was recognized quietly, in the small, 'thank you,' or whispers amongst friends. He had only been widely acknowledged once, after an attack by raiders, in which he managed to rally the men of the town and push back the raiders, protecting the crops and harvests. Until then, it had only been Morroe's business in the town, and once it started to grow into a real foothold, and they allowed other companies and businesses access to the growing station of sanity on a world bereft of it, he began to take actions that had previously gone unnoticed. Dictating small laws, curfews, posting men around to guard, and generally easing them into an iron grip. It was only when the mayor, taking inspiration from Vrael, stood up and rallied the people that it was allowed true autonomy. Then Morroe had abandoned all pretenses, attempting to quietly seize the town in a blitzkrieg. The force sent was met with fire and sword in the night, waking people who saw only the silhouette of a large man with a massive sword, fighting off previously unnoticed enemies. Some swore it looked like Vrael, but others quieted them, stating that Vrael had not had that blade when he entered the town, nor did he gain it during its metamorphoses into a city. The next morning, the town awoke to the soldiers supplies and weaponry piled in the square, for the use of the town to guard itself. Of course, no evidence led to Franklin Morroe, though he withdrew his aid from the city shortly afterward, stating only that, 'The city on Kalishar has no more need of my help.' Vrael, curiously enough, was nowhere to be found when the police arrived the next morning, having been called by several inhabitants to investigate a possible sighting of the terrorist from Solara, Fenrir. Footsteps led into the desert, but disappeared at the sight of a curious indent upon a circle of glassed sand...[/i] [spoiler]Open to those looking for, or hunting, Fenrir. You speak with the townsfolk.[/spoiler]

[i][u]If only I had a good title...[/u][/i] The Oceania, Mighty frigate of the Triumvirate, carried on it's board six very special passengers, plus one... it had been a week and a half since the six new arrivals had come onboard the Oceania, and already bonds had been formed. Drew had met our seventh hero, Derrick Tibernes. A young man not from this galaxy, he quickly grew enamoured with the young Drew. She, too, warmed up to him, despite being gifted with frosting abilities. She had revealed her secret to him, they had grown close, although her friends took ample pleasure trying to trample on what they had. But Derrick didn't let that stop them. Derrick, however, still hadn't revealed his dire secret to her... but the right time would come. He knew this. Now, we find our seven heroes (?) On the bridge of the Oceania, where they all stood at their stations. The fast ship was exploring the outer reaches of the galaxy, where everything was possible... [spoiler]Fish[/spoiler]

[b][i]Choices Made[/i][/b] [i]Also this takes place before the PoE[/i] It was a nice day, warm but not to warm, with a light breeze, Ryker was enjoying one of his many large houses across the expanse of space. He was sitting in his house, wondering what his daughter was doing... She was so successful at a young age... In that aspect she reminded him of himself. But in every other aspect she was like her mother. He looked out the window, cars and people walking by, his gardeners taking care of the massive grounds. He got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. He sat there, drinking it, wading in his thoughts. Then the doorbell rang. Just once, a [i]clang[/i]. He put the water down and walked to the door. Opening it he saw a young man... Who looked... Strikingly like Ryker. "Uh.. Hi?" The young man looked at him in disbelief. "Dad....?" Rykers eyes widened. He looked young enough... No. This couldn't be happening. "Uh... Eleanor...! Wait here." He says the last part to the man, as he shuts the door and quickly walks back inside. "Eleanor we've got a problem!" [spoiler]Shad[/spoiler]

[b]Mandalore City, Slums. 12:36 P.M[/b] [b]A small [url=https://imgur.com/a/mr2h9]Spacecraft [/url]flies down and lands quietly in a dark alleyway. A side door opens and a small figure peeks it's head out.[/b] All clear Manage, let's get to work. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]coin walks through the streets of Mandalore, looking to find a new client[/b] [i]*repeatedly tosses coin in air, catching it*[/i] Slim pickings. [i]*sees bar* *shrugs* *enters*[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

Somewhere in Deep Space... — The Space Hitchhiker Master Maguku drifts across the starry void of space in his starship, playing リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー by Macintosh Plus from it's stereo system. He eats a burger with double A batteries stuffed into it, when he sees a man floating near his spaceship, wearing nothing but a black beanie, someone's amputated face as a mask, and a bandaid on his penis. In his hands the man holds are cardboard sign reading, "WILL DO SPACE HITCHHIKER THINGS FOR 5 BUCKS" in dry Sharpie. Master Maguku squeals like blue whale having sex with a moose, and his eyes bulge like the Montgomery's Flea Market theme song guy. He throws the battery burger out of the wall of his ship and picks up the Space Hitchhiker without haste. He climbs aboard, and he does Space Hitchhiker things to Master Maguku. — Master Maguku woke up the next morning in the nude and on the floor of his starship. He looked around; the mystical Space Hitchhiker was nowhere to be found, and リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー by Macintosh Plus was still playing from the ship's stereo system. And then an astonished Master Maguku discovered with much awe... [spoiler][quote] [b][i][u] HE HAD NO BUTTHOLE![/u][/i][/b][/quote][/spoiler] The mystical Space Hitchhiker was nowhere to be found, and リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー by Macintosh Plus was still playing from the starship's stereo system. [spoiler]Closed because Master Maguku doesn't have an opening anymore[/spoiler]

[b]Awakening[/b] Mandalore City [b]In a bar, Brady orders a drink. Next to him sits a man in a black trenchcoat. He wears a helmet and has a metallic voice. He spouts some words that would sound strange to an outsider.[/b][u]Kesh, Navra, Wuuning. Sith.[/u] [b]All of a sudden, Brady starts shaking. His veins pulse, and he screams. From his body erupt multiple spikes. They are covered in blood, and Brady continues to scream, not in pain, but in anger. The spikes start to move, and cover Brady's body as a kind of armour. Brady grabs his lightsaber, and slaughters the man sitting next to him. He grabs the security and chokes them with the Force. He slams them together. Another man gets impaled by Brady's lightsaber. Then, Brady walks outside, and kneels in the street, obviously not caring that he had just slaughtered five people.[/b][b]He begins to mutter in a strange language, obviously repeating two names:[/b][i]Navra, Wuuning. Navra, Wuuning. Navra, Wuuning. Kesh...[/i] [spoiler]Open. This will reveal a bit more of my characters history.[/spoiler]

[u]Somewhere on the roofs of Mandalore City, Sun is going down[/u] [i]Victor had time to think about the old times, the times where he didn't had powers, where he was arrested by his brother so many times for making fun of the cops. Only to realize that the time changes, and so does he. He wasn't the little boy anymore who has to be protected, he raised as well as his powers did.[/i] [b]“Lets see where the good old Whiskey is“[/b] [i]Thinking about the next best bar in the City, he vanished into Smoke dashing through several Air Vents. Before arriving at a Bar he looks around as he feels being followed and enters the bar.[/i] [b]“Hey Sir, which Whiskey can you offer me?“[/b] “This one is our specific Whiskey, 80$ per Glass“ [b]“Give me one“[/b] [i]Getting the glass with the Whiskey inside, he drinks it a few times and looks deep inside it as there would be a message.[/i] [spoiler]open, intro[/spoiler]

[u]dark side of Europa, 0300 (earth time), date unknown[/u] [i]a lone vehicle is crossing the frozen wastes, it is tall and humanoid with a plasma cannon mounted on its shoulder and twin swords magnetically attached to its side. The pilot is casually drinking a hot caffeinated beverage while the machine is on auto pilot[/i] "I've lost track of how many years I've spent here, my comms equipment is still broken and I lack the fuel to travel off world....I can only hope someone finds me...." [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][u]Commonwealth, Boston airport, 0700 hours[/u][/b] The lone sentinel loaded himself and his equipment into and onto a set of modified mod D T-60 power armor, colored to identify himself as such rank within the brotherhood of steel [b]"Remember sentinel, you are to find and destroy the source of energy within the area, you will also be given a gunship vertibird for this task"[/b] [i]"Thank you Elder, this shouldn't be a problem after the institute"[/i] [b]"Hopefully not, but we will most likely lose contact with you, as we have no clue where exactly in this area this signal is relaying to...."[/b] [i]"Ad Victoriam"[/i] [b]"Ad Victoriam, good luck Sentinel"[/b] With that, the vertibird, power armor, and the Brotherhood Sentinel relayed from an enlarged relay jacker, and they teleported.... [b][u]Mandalore City, New Terra 0700 hours[/u][/b] A bolt of lightening struck the ground outside the city from nowhere, and the vertibird appeared in the air, and flew towards the city The man scratched his light beard and leaned back in his seat, taken aback at the greenery, lack of radiation, and advanced tech he saw everywhere "Well, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.." With that, the Sole Survivor flew onwards, determined to complete his task ((Open, intro))

[b][i][u]Rough morning?[/u][/i][/b] [b]He had asked a new friend to wait for him outside the inn around 8 am last night but unfortunately he's a pretty deep sleeper and woke up at 7:54 so he hurried as quickly as possible and actually fell down the stairs from the third to the first floor, basically all hell broke loose and the torment had only just begun[/b] [spoiler]Open to one man that knows who he is[/spoiler]

[u][b]unknown bar, backwater planet known to harbor known the systems most powerful black market[/u][/b] [i]michael is sitting across from a man with a scar over one eye and a prosthetic arm, the man is dressed like a militant and has two guards behind him[/i] "so I heard you were the kind of person who could supply a prototype dark matter cell" [i]micheal says, the man nods at him[/i] "I am, if you have the credits I can get you anything- wait a minute, what's that?!" [i]the man pointed towards a NTR dog tag michael had concealed before but it had slipped and was now visible hanging from his neck[/i] "I think we should talk more." [i]the mans guards each draw a knife and begin moving towards michael, who without blinking draws a custom revolver and shoots each guard in the chest then points the gun at the black market dealer as he stands up[/i] "I was going to give you the chance to profit a bit off of this, but now I think I'll just force you to give me the DM cell, otherwise I'll have your entire organization dismantled, thrown in cells, and instead of capturing you, I'll leave you to the other criminals on the streets, and I'm sure they'll kindly forgive you for your past actions." [i]michael said calmly, the dealer was a sadistic man who often tortured people who refused to pay him on time, he knew that the People of this part of the planet who he had harmed would not forgive him, so he gave michael a set of co-ordinates to the warehouse where the DM cell was stored[/i] "thank you for your cooperation." [i]michael said coldly before knocking the criminal out cold and exiting the bar, as he left he relayed information back to the republic, detailing the location and identity of the black market dealer, knowing the republic would make use of this information. After finishing michael began walking across the city, heading to the warehouse where his prize would be found[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[u]12:34PM | Ubonae[/u] A small dot was seen in the sky of the planet Ubonae. A dot that very quickly got bigger, soon identified as a small VTOL, customized to keep its inhabitants safe from the cold vacuum of space. As it got closer to the ground, a foreign song was heard, blaring from the spacecraft, notifying everything in the area of the VTOL's existence. Why it was here? The inhabitant had heard that there were jobs available on your far out planet. Jobs that paid well. Jobs that piqued his interest. The VTOL eventually and suddenly stopped with a jerk as the engines on the wings shifted into a vertical position. The VTOL was now hovering about two feet off the ground. The cargo ramp opened with a hiss, the oxygen escaping from the inside of the craft, and a [url=http://imgur.com/LQLvcFq]rather strange man[/url] hopped off, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. In his hands, was a [url=https://imgur.com/n9Z6KhJ]peculiar gun[/url] that looked much like a sniper, only instead of a traditional magazine, it seemed to have a solid bar, covered with a thin layer of.. Plastic, jammed in the magazine slot. How weird. On his back, he had another sniper, only this one had an even stranger magazine; instead of the traditional, rectangular or banana-like clip, this one had a round, cylinder like shape. It was about five inches long, and slotted in the side of the gun. The VTOL's cargo ramp closes again, and it rises up into the air, the engines on the wings returning to their horizontal position, sending the craft back to where it came from, the music slowly fading in the distance, leaving the man alone on a, to him, strange and unknown planet; simply because there were jobs available here. [spoiler]Cheshire. [/spoiler]

[b][url=https://imgur.com/a/Y8Gip]No Man's Land[/url][/b] On the fringes of the known universe, isolated in the darkness of space is the vicious Sahiba, also known as the No Man's Land by the locals. They are [url=https://imgur.com/a/TiXDf]marauders[/url], scavengers picking at the husk of a carcass which was once a flourishing community. After the dangerous - and highly profitable - elements within the crust of the land were discovered, the inhabitants of Sahiba turned crazy when influenced by the local factions wanting to buy into the wealth of the mineral. They turned against one another, greedy and lusting for the riches they would inherit from selling the reaping of the land, and so their home was razed by war, and the civilization built so meticulously crumbled to dirt. The only relics of its haunting past are ruins in the sand that blew in, the erosion that collapsed it all, if not destroyed before. The [url=https://imgur.com/a/KyG7F]creatures[/url] that inhabit Sahiba are just as ferocious and deadly as the environment and the humans that call the carcass of a world home. Sandworms burrow and crawl under infinite scorching dunes, irradiating with pure power. They take up entire regions, cities are build on the skeletons of those dead. Many have even taken to calling these creatures gods. Primordial Reapers course with psychic energy, clouding the sky, soaring with with spiked tentacles flowing from them. An eye imbued with arcane power, able to reduce all it touches to ash. And the most feared, Kroshen, scaled beasts that slither through the darkness, claws three feet long and razor sharp, with steel hides and infernal eyes. They always lurk and wait for the right moment to pounce on their prey... But perhaps the most dangerous part of this planet is the [url=https://imgur.com/a/B1jqq]weather[/url], which ranges from gargantuan clouds of blinding sand and the shrapnel it holds hurdling towards all unfortunate to be in its path, lightning radiation striking the earth and killing instantly all that are near and exposed, twisters that spew fire as they writhe and demolish all near, rain of acid that melts the flesh off of vine in seconds, erodes all, consumes everything it touches. A place treacherous, indeed, so thank the Gods above for the [url=https://imgur.com/a/BBec4]sherpas[/url] who understand the ins and outs of Sahiba. Of course, so few remain, their work coming with a hefty price as well. This place is unkind to the meek, those untrained and unready for what travels this lonely road, and only the strong will in the end remain. But for those who are strong enough to withstand Sahiba, the planet will give rewards beyond the survivor's grandest dreams... But this is easier said than done. [spoiler]Open! Let's interact, narrate, see who has the stones to survive.[/spoiler]

[i][b]Reckoning Day[/b][/i] [i]I like the way that you fool yourself And make believe there's nobody else I like the way that you stand in line And beg salvation from the empty skies Don't want no revenge Ain't no pay back time It ain't called getting even Here comes the Reckoning Day -Megadeth[/i] [b]Mandalore City, New Terra[/b] [i]A rift opened in the skies above Mandalore City, and from it, came a Vertibird gunship. The craft bore no fancy paint-job, looking like a simply militaristic aircraft, painted a matte gunmetal grey. On the craft's tail stabilizer, an emblem could be seen, a capital E surrounded by a circle of stars. Moving rapidly. the craft roared overhead, until it came to a secluded region in the more destroyed part of Mandalore City. Deploying its landing gear, the VTOL shifted its rotors into hover mode, and began to descend. The aircraft touched down gently amidst a cloud of dust and debris, not shutting its engines down. The rear ramp opened, and a hulking figure in power armor stepped out. Turning, he signaled to the crew inside, and the aircraft lifted off. Turning around, he walked off from the Vertibird, as it lifted off again, and disappeared into the sky, soon flying through a rift, and back to where it came from. The figure stood about seven feet tall in his suit of X-01 MKVI power armor. It was painted a gunmetal matte grey, the eyes a yellowish orange. On the right side of his chest-plate, the same E surrounded by stars. On his left shoulder pauldron, a large sheathed tanto blade. On his right shoulder pauldron, five 20mm depleted uranium shells to compliment the modified anti-materiel rifle on his back. Next to his AMR, a plasma rifle sat as well. His armor also boasted a Tesla device capable of producing a Tesla shield to enhance his protection. At his hips, an IMI Desert Eagle .50, and a sawn-off shotgun. A bandolier crossed his chest, loaded with microfusion cells and shotgun shells. Looking around at his surroundings, the hulking figure made radio contact with his handler. [/i] This is Operator Hawk, on the ground in last known location of the target. No signs of him yet. [i]He listened for a moment.[/i] Understood. [i]With that, the Enclave's assassin headed out, in pursuit of his target: Courier Six.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]On the wisps home planet of Demio, a massive construction effort had begun and was hopefully made To shape the species image for the better. Near the southern pole, the only place with reasonable temperatures due to the multiple glassings of the planet, resulting in its near destruction and transformation from a sprawling jungle planet to a desolate desert one. Although it is rather inhospitable on the surface, the crust of the planet is rather prosperous and full of useful ores and gems, as well as ancient technology buried beneath the sands of time. Regardless, an economic comeback was well overdue. The creatures as most called them where creating a massive arena on the southern pole, created mainly of scrap from the various ship graveyards and carcasses of the formerly prosperous space traveling ships. Apon its completion, a massive Roman like arena had been created. People throughout the Galaxy are subject to a single message [/b] "[i]Hello there! Despite our former gripes we may have had in the past, you are welcome to attend and participate in the testing of the Aegis class Battle armor. Coordinates are linked within this message [/i]" [spoiler]open, you received the message. Also, was that shit?[/spoiler]