[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]

[b]I Am the Desperate Measure[/b] [i]Bridge, NTR Crusader[/i] Drake tucked his arms underneath the man's armpits, and dragged him to safety. The soldier was writhing in pain, scorched by a nearby burst of plasma the Afflicted had fired. Michael wasn't a medic, but modern medical treatment was fairly straightforward: he applied the bio-gel on the burned areas, and let the nanites do the rest of the work. Only then did he return to combat. He was never formally educated, but he'd dealt with a variety of alien species before, and was familiar enough with the mindset of the Afflicted. Reports had confirmed that they shared a hive mind, which means that every piece of information they collected went to every single unit, and they also apparently collected info from those they infected. All that was common intuition. The problem was that they had already exacted a sizable toll on the forces defending the bridge, and if they captured the command terminal, they'd have enough info, let alone manpower, to pose a threat to the entire Republic. And as much as Michael would've liked to see the Republic overthrown... He would never wish this upon anyone. He wasn't an evil man. He held a few grudges. He pulled a grenade launcher off of a corpse, and fired a blast into the encroaching horde of Afflicted, killing many in a blazing inferno. He pulled the trigger again, to the sound of a [i]-CLICK-[/i], and he dropped the gun with a swarm of invectives. Reaching over his shoulder to grab the shotgun on his bandoleer, he withdrew it and fired five shots into the horde, and then took cover behind a pillar. A figure came charging at him, with an energy sword in its hand. Instinctively Drake reached out with his prosthetic arm and grabbed the creature by the wrist, shattering it with a flick, and then blows it's head off with his shotgun. Not many NTR soldiers were left, and Alpha was still inside. On the comms, he called for reinforcements. "This is Michael Drake, reporting in from the bridge. We're overrun, and we need backup ASAP, over." (Open) [b]--------------------------------------[/b]

[i]the halls of the gyradon[/i] The figure walked through the galls of the gyradon. An afflicted declared behind him, and in one large tug, pulled it's head clean off. Then the head looked at it. "No, thank you" The head formed back on to the body and hit the afflicted with a pressre wave with the power of a car. More afflicted started to swarm towards the figure, all anihalated By a storm of swirling enderparticles. A guard turned the corner. " go and Get an EMP." The guard needed no further instruction. He turned and fled. [spoiler]open for communication[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Afflicted Attack[/u][/i][/b] As the Afflicted continue their attack on the ship, the Lightning Legion troopers defend the hanger from the incoming onslaught. Meanwhile, X1 makes her way to the docking bay to make sure they don't take the stealth ship and Magnetar heads up to engineering to protect the main core from being destroyed or taken over by the enemy. [spoiler]Open, especially to whoever is in charge of this swarm.[/spoiler]

I'm sorry i have a life[spoiler]pls bby[/spoiler]

How do I join the group

[u]NTR Crusader, Hanger Bay[/u] A medium sized personal ship landed inside the Hanger, given access after having been verified a Federation Reaper Starfighter. The matte black coating along with gray skulls on a simple background have hint to its owner before he stepped out of the cockpit. As he stepped from the inside the ship, his black combat suit seemed to catch all the light that hit it, giving off little in the way of reflection. As he moved a nearly silent [i]whirring[/i] sound could be heard as he climbed down. The emblem from the Infinite Pioneers, as well as that of the Federation Navy, adorned his left chest. Removing his helmet, it revealed the face of Reese Jaeger, his black metallic eyepatch glinting in the light. Looking around at the Crusader's Hanger, a hint of a smirk came across his lips. "Not terrible. Not at all." He said simply. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

I spoke with [i]Codename MRTR[/i], I was suggested to [i]try things out[/i]. Is there something I need to do, a link I need to press, or an application I should fill out to try out for this RP? Am I supposed to be here for this post, or the Dojo for RP questions?

[b]A small transport flew into the hanger and landed. The door opened and out stepped a woman in a suit of black armor and a blue visor. She looked around but stopped on the person who had just entered [/b] [url=https://imgur.com/3IAqorX.jpg]3-32[/url]: Erin [url=https://imgur.com/oHQrNgL.jpg]Chronos[/url]: Diana 3-32: it's been a while Chronos: 7 years 3-32: It's good to see you Chronos: Yeah [b]They approach each other and shake hands[/b] Chronos: So show you around? 3-32: Please do [b]Chronos and 3-32 wall off side by side. A little later they enter the mess hall[/b] 3-32: So I guess this is the mess hall Chronos: Yep, hungry? 3-32: I could eat [b]They grab some food, sit down and begin talking [/b] [spoiler]Open, character intro for 3-32[/spoiler]

[b][u]You Finally Hit "-blam!- It"[/u][/b] [b][u]Winchester's Garage, Unknown Planet[/u][/b] The Behemoth took another swig of Guinness as he continued to spray paint his new set of armor. Once finished, he peeled off the paper frame and the skull on the helmet was complete. He smiled. It was a white, decorative skull, contrasting from the black helmet. His Garage was filled with usual Winchester stuff. Alcohol, snacks, guns, gear and a radio playing Rob Zombie. Winchester sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He was the last one. He was the only Smuggler they hadn't caught yet. He could leave. He could abandon his friends and take his credits. Or, he could go with them. Sawyer was a cool guy to talk to, so was Drake, and Alpha was like a son to Winchester. He sucked his teeth as he thought for a bit. "-blam!- it." Winchester got out a distress beacon and made sure it reached the NTR. He took a red crayon and a sheet of white paper, and he scribbled on it. He taped it to the garage door. [i]PLEASE KNOCK[/i] He leaned back in his chair as he turned up his radio and continued drinking. "I'm coming home, -blam!-ers..." [spoiler]Open! Silver or JT, come and get yourself The Behemoth![/spoiler]

[b]Target Practice:[/b] [i]NTR Crusader, Practice Room #03[/i] [i][b]The staccato fire of two revolvers firing resounded throughout the practice chamber. In the center stood Michael Drake, who was positioned within a small holographic circle that he was forbidden to leave. All around him were holograms of armored Ignus Originals: one of the only inconspicuous options in the holographic database. He imagined them to be NTR Marines. As they swarmed his position, he fired his revolvers, hitting one after the other after the other with deadeye accuracy, his motions well oiled, like a machine. His arms had created a 140 degree periphery of death in front of him--any hologram that passed within his eyesight was blown to bits. Drake had once promised someone to never let himself go. Despite all of the crimes they had committed against him, all of their pompous superiority and blatant ignorance, that he would never let revenge consume him. He was very close to breaking that promise. Every shot he took was a death wish, an act of vengeance for those he had lost. He trained for them. When Alpha walked into the room, Drake had finished, and was sitting in a pool of sweat and depleted canisters. After his outburst of rage, you expected him to look angry, but instead he looked at peace. [/b][/i] (Open to everyone, but mainly Alpha)

What a strange book, good program

IT'S AT 9,000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[b]Litholium Unknown Planet, Edge of the Galaxy ====================== A large ship appears in the horizon, exiting slip space close to the surface of the ice cold planet. It was dubbed X-43, an uncharted planet in the NOR database, but a recently scanned one in the Covenant's however. The massive ship, far bigger than the black stealth cruiser, lets out hundreds of drop ships carrying mining equipment and workers. Beneath X-43s crust where vast amounts of Litholium, and the Covenant was determined to mine all of it. The massive battle carrier dropped a rather large spire onto the surface, as a blue beam was emitted, and the planet vanished from sight and scanning tech.[/b]

[b][i][u]BACK IN BUSINESS BABY!//1200//NTR Crusader, Hangar[/u][/i][/b] [b]The sound was similar to that of a jet engine malfunctioning, loud as h*ll and annoying as f*ck. It was emanating from a [url=https://imgur.com/a/mr2h9]Van[/url] which entered the hangar, flying around way faster than it should be, driving very recklessly. Sirens go off, indicating it was unauthorized to be in the hangar. How the ship's automated defenses didn't destroy it is unknown. It narrowly avoids hitting the far wall, turning sharply left, before doing a backwards flip, driving around in circles close to the ground, narrowly missing cargo and ships. It hits a large stack of crates, destroying them, sending their contents flying. It finally comes to a rest, almost hitting a large fighter ship. The Van groans as it touches the ground, obviously this thing is old. The side door opens up and a curious creature steps out. It looks like an old earth mammal, known as a 'Kinkajou'. It's around four feet tall, but unlike the animal, it's standing upright, wearing a tab trench coat, and has a robotic arm.[/b] [i]"MANAGE WE'RE HERE WAKE THE F--- UP."[/i] [spoiler]Open, duel character Intro.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Introduced Character's Bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/211042083/0/0/1 Other Characters' Bios: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/207943233/0/0/1 (update bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/208815135/0/0/1)[/spoiler] [u]Character Introduction:[/u] Clara opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings. She was restrained by electric restraints on a steel table; she tried struggling, but couldn't do anything other than breathe, blink, and move her head. Again, she looked around, and it was then she realized that she was in an SHG warship, imprisoned in a laboratory cell. A wave of panic spread through her. Outside, two figures were observing her; one was in a black and red robe with a fleet commander's patch, and another was in a hulking crimson mech suit. She struggled again, this time much harder, but to no avail; she couldn't even melt into liquid form. "Your efforts to escape are futile," the fleet commander stated; his voice was old and coarse. "I am Fleet Commander Onus, and this is--" He was interrupted by the man in the bulky armor as he gestured toward him. "Squad General Brutus!" the red-armored man roared. "I will crush you!" Clara was startled when he stomped his foot into the steel floor. "Now now, Brutus," Onus reminded. "You won't be doing that here. Besides...that not be necessary." Onus looked toward Clara, a maniacal look in his eyes. "Do you know why you're here, in a [i]laboratory[/i] cell?" Hesitantly, Clara nodded left and right, unsure of why she was there. "Well, you see, you've been a [i]very[/i] painful thorn in our side for a very long time..." Onus looked toward his lower right, developing a tone of spite. "...along with your so-called father, the Crux." He looked back at Clara. "At first we were chasing you two because you're both fugitives of the SHG, and since we have many, motivation shrank over the years. We almost decided to give up--until we found another motivation. You see, our brilliant group of scientists have been developing a weapon--a super weapon. They've been developing bio-mechanic droids capable of taking the form of any registered target and replicating their abilities, the only difference being that they become a better version of their target; I'm trying to put this as simply put as possible for your simple mind." Clara puffed bitterly and turned toward the ceiling. Onus noticed this. "Oh, but you haven't heard the rest," Onus said, giving a crooked grin. She turned back toward him, this time much more worried than before. "Despite the advancements made, they haven't found a material suitable enough to make them work--that's where you come in. You see, while looking into your...past transformation records, we found that your altered DNA matched the exact atomic configuration needed to make them work. So, while you were asleep, we gathered a sample." He procured a glass vile, filled with silver-like liquid, and demonstrated it to Clara, storing it back into his robe a few seconds afterward. "Unfortunately, this is far from enough for replication. So, we are going to have the rest of your silver mush to do so, once we figure out how to concentrate it; it should only take a few weeks. When we do so--you'll die." Clara's eyes widened, staring blankly at an imaginary void; she began to shake. The commander smirked. "Now, Brutus has chosen his best soldier under his command to make sure you don't do anything foolish." A lieutenant in slimmer and lighter armor marched up to Onus and saluted, then turned to face Clara (the character being introduced). When he looked, his stern face softened. "This is WM-7812," Brutus boasted. "The most fearsome soldier under my command. He can break you too!" He gave a firm pat on the liet.'s back, shoving him slightly. The soldier dawned his helmet. Onus stepped closer to the cell. "It's a shame," Onus jeered. "You're such a pretty girl too...turns out you're not so much of a failure after all." He gave a crooked grin, then turned and exited the room, Brutus following behind; the liet. remained. The restraints disappeared, and Clara slid herself onto the floor. [post continues below; post at the part below. Wait!]

[b]A [url=http://imgur.com/acmRUnn]man[/url] with glowing green eyes, a height of at least seven feet, and a pure black coat made of some strange material is seen leaning on a wall on the supply deck. He seems to be waiting for someone very patiently. His gaze never leaving the floor and his expression showing a hint of anxiety, yet somehow calm.[/b] [spoiler]Open. Kind of a good bye for this character...sort of. At least for now.[/spoiler]

[b][u]planetary siege[/u][/b] [b][u]Kortan aerospace, Chradae system[/u][/b] The NTR has been hopelessly losing during the siege of Chradae. The enemy fleet doesn't match any records the NTR can find. The fleet first punctured through the scanner grid on the outlying region and made a slow advance towards the inner worlds. Early engagement fleets intercepted the enemy at the seventh planet out, Vallispa. The early engagement fleet was all but unsuccessful, and forced the NTR to evacuate the two populated planets and four moons between Vallispa and Kortan. Evacuation was only able to get a quarter of the civilians off of Kortan before the enemy came into range. Now the rest are in a shelter in place protocol to reduce civilian casualties. The enemy flagship has a large circular cannon mounted on the side. The early engagement fleet was wiped out by it after engaging. Reports suggest it's some form of matter encryptor. Small forewords vessels of the enemy fleet contain sophisticated hardlight and electromagnetic shielding, making any kind of long range engagement impossible. The inside of the blockade is full of lightweight, but fast fighters buzzing around their flagship. The NTR has sent a distress call out hours ago. Whatever reinforcements arrive are going to be directly in front of the blockade. [spoiler]closed. The enemy has been neutralized, and the alliance achieved victory.[/spoiler]