Sci-fi Role Play

Admins of this RP are: SeizedChief and Stukatim

If you wanna join, tough. No one is in unless we specifically want you.

Limitations will be discussed on Xbox live. Or Facebook, take your pick.

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My dude.  

Name: Mason Townly
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Personality: He's a very cynical person. Hating most people that surround him. He isn't talkative around people, though he gets along great with his friends when they're with him. He use to be a proud American, though he doesn't really show anyone that side of himself. He sees himself as a citizen of the world instead of a citizen of a nation. He believes America use to be a great country, and sucks total ass now. (It really does.) He has a deep sense of justice, and will disobey orders for a higher cause. His comrades and friends matter most. While hes not willing to take a bullet for anyone, hes willing to kill whoever shot you in a way that's ten times worse.
Appearance:
-That, but all black.
History: From a young age, Mason was a fighter. He was a douche in school, beating up any person who challenged him. Somehow he got a diploma and graduated. Then he joined the marines at age nineteen, flipping off his father as he walked away from the farm that was once his home. He got in his car, driving to find purpose, then he got a great idea. "I'm gonna be a marine." He signed up, passing with flying colors and quickly accelerating through the ranks. He fought in the middle east, astounding his superiors at his sheer brutality and accuracy with a rifle. After around seven years of service, he was contacted by an upper organization of the CIA. They gave him a job he hated, single man assassinations. He was to kill several high ranking officials who might prove a trouble to the USA if they were to get in power. People in China, Russia, Japan and so on. Do gooders who wanted the right thing. He didn't know exactly what he signed up for until he was out of there special training program. It was over a year of hard training, fighting, and couple people were killed in... Accidents... He learned parkour, learning it fast and using it in combination with new martial arts techniques. Once he found out what his job was about, he flipped, leaving the compound and personally stabbing General Arthur with his marine sabre. He left his dog tags behind, being known as Ghost to his employers, and a ghost to the men who hunt him. For a year he ran, hiding, running, more hiding. He turned into a merc, assassin, man for hire. Getting a Katana in place of his marine sabre. He made sure contracts were somewhat just, leaving liars and cheats dead in his path. And now, he's here...  
Other: His weapons are a combat knife, M-16 scoped and silenced, silenced M1911, and his trusty Katana. A real one too, made in the original process. He scratches a notch in each weapon for how many kills he gets with it. Any kills with his Katana get scratched into his knife instead. His nickname is Ghost, or The ghost. He can snipe, doesn't like to though.

Name:Agon Argoneus
Age:149
Gender:Male
Personality: uncaring due to the fact he can be cloned after death, somewhat compulsive, logical
Appearance: subtract wings things on tail and charm/
History: Agon was abandoned by his parents at a young age and was forced to fend for himself for a long while. Until when he got a bit older he found a martial art class, it taught the old way the military used to fight. No one else took it but him and he began to get attached to his instructer in fact it was his instructer who talked him into joining the Draconian Space Marines (D.S.M.) and why he's a special operative in it today.
Other:The Draconians have very good military training.Most Draconian Space Marines Can lift about 650 pounds and the average
height for a Draconian is 7and1/2 feet tall.The average weight for a Draconian is 260 lbs.
The standerd issue wristbracer for the Draconians is made out of a ton of hard and flexable metals
mixed together using a genetic mixer.When first worn nanobots put into the bracer geneticaly wield it to your arm so it isn't coming off.
These nanobots can also repair the the bracer just in case of damage.The bracer emites a shield that is not as good as his armors but
protects him none the less.This can remateralize and demateralize Draconian military objects but can only hold so much. As for an example the advanced targeting module or in basics a holographic monocle.
Everything you might see on a D.S.M is geneticaly coded for that certain marine or spec ops if another person tries
to use it they will get a little shock in the nerves that will hurt them and paralize their arm for about five minutes.
Draconian energy comes from their planets core.
Their planets core is acid and the gases that come up from it are deadly well until they reach a certain point.
Their is a hole in their planet and by the time gases get to the hole they arnet deadly.They Store these gases
in big spheres and then shrinking them down to nano size and start cloning them.Their wristbracer is sort of and
intersteller phone.It send out a message and mixes with the things in space like dark matter etc.When D.S.M die they
can be cloned to a picked age using that same method.Their weapons have a compartment that holds little acid spheres
since the spheres are nano sized they dont need to be replace for a long time.There weapons are plasma based but they
dont only produce heat energy,they produce heat and potencial energy.

Name:Commander Keller (A.K.A, Blizzard) First name, still unknown to anyone but himself
Age:Technically six years of age, however due to an accelerated aging process, he appears to be in his twenties
Gender:Male
Personality:Rather cold at heart, he tends to stay quiet. Always following the idea of stay hidden, stay alive. While it seems he doesn't trust anyone, it just takes a lot of time, and a lot of work to actually get him to look at you as an equal.
Appearance: http://www.kaminolegion.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Commander-Keller-32.jpg
Without his helmet, he appears to be a normal clone with dyed hair. His hair, and beard are dyed a snow white color. He appears to have somewhat semi-long, unkempt hair. Keller's beard tends not to go past his cheeks, and chin. To make sure the hair doesn't drift out of his helmet.
History:As most clones would have lived, he was born, and went through an exceptionally sped up growth process. Which by his second year of age, he was around the size of a sixteen year old, and ready to start training. Once he reached his fourth year of age, he had stopped his accelerated growth entirely, only looking to be around 24. That was around the same time he began to serve as a Commander for the Republic, working as both an urban assault trooper, and as a Commander for any missions that ended up taking place during winter. His unmatched stealth, and unrivaled kill count began to rise during a long winter invasion, against the Confederacy. Earned him the nickname of, "Blizzard" due to the fact most enemies never caught sight of him during a snow storm, until the very last seconds of their lives.

Little to his own knowledge though, he had been placed under the order of a corrupt Major, who had been put in charge of both Keller, and of course the rest of the 501st, and 212th troops put in charge of this assault. Due to some rebellious actions from the planets refugee's, which consisted of back talking clones, even killing some in their own defense, was seen as a threat to the mission itself. For something of a liberation, it was soon supposed to turn into a massacre.

Just before the day, the mass shooting had been planned on the refugee camp, Keller took matters into his own hands. Without anyone else's knowledge, he slit the Major's throat, leaving the other clone dead in the snow. Let alone during one of the heaviest snow storms any of the clones, even himself would ever experience. In one last effort, under the cover of the storm, he managed to help several refugee camps evacuate to safety. While the Jedi Council, and even some of the clone's direct commanding officials saw his actions as treason. Keller simply saw it as the right thing to do. Only a small group of clone troopers actually know the truth, and to his knowledge, they are no longer within his reach for help.

From that day, Keller has been hunted, relentlessly sought after. By Clone Troopers, even some Bounty Hunters who had been bribed to capture, or kill him. Yet he always managed to shake them, just like that one fateful stormy day, he's always faded into the shadows. Away from anyone who actually knows who he is, or what he's wanted for.

Over time, like a storm though, his legend has cleared up, and nearly disappeared. Those he rescued barely remember him, only just that it was some clone, who had told them to leave. Now he's just a washed up soldier, that only some dare to try and capture still. Even so, it's hard to tell who he is at times, he died his hair white, and over time let it grow out. He even bares a white, five'o clock shadow. To most he just looks like some washed up war vet from the clones, with major alcoholism, and a quite, yet rude attitude.

Keller was last seen though, leaving in a patched up, and repaired Republic Transport. Which he bought from a scrapyard on Tatooine, which even with his drinking problem, he managed to pay for parts, and repair the old scrap heap. Into a functional transport for himself. He only took necessary food stocks, water, and several bottles of assorted alcohol to drown his sorrows. Keller had truly just wished to float off in space, unless necessary to land, and get more supplies for himself. Yet it didn't seem that was going to happen. Some aspiring bounty hunter, trying to get ahead in the game, went after him. Tailing his ship, and hoping to board, and take out Keller.  


Other:Weapons he carries.
Pistol: https://2img.net/h/i17.photobucket.com/albums/b55/ewokus/CloneTrooperGun-3.jpg
Rifle: http://cs.starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Soubor:DC-15a_Blaster_Rifle.jpg
Bowie Knife: http://ts1.mm.bing.net/th?id=H.4943121981638816&pid=15.1

Name:spartan 094 - Shizukana yoru (called bye most as just yoru)

Age:23

Gender:male

Personality:a very laid back dude when off duty but when he is on the duty you will be lucky to get a word from him if it is not mission inessential

Appearance:pitch black with crimson red hayabusa armor with a pitch black katana attached to his back http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081228030851/halo/images/9/99/Hayabusa_Armor.jpg

History:taken from his home on harmony at the age of 6 for the ORION Project Generation II . after the boot-camp was over he was assigned to red squad as the scout  under spartan-092 right before Operation: FIRST STRIKE with the loss of spartan-093 he was made as the second in command at the rank of Petty Officer Second Class . he was later re deployed along with the rest of red team on to the unsc spirit of fire (insert halo wars story). after the detonation of the reactor was put under cryo sleep .

Other:weapons plasma sword,4xplasma Grenada,M6D Pistol,SRS99D-S2 AM, active camo unit

Name: Voras 'Tosumee
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Personality: He is really a classic Sangheili. He believes in the forerunners as gods, but does not believe in the great journey as he had before. He doesn't like humans, but recently after the prophets betrayal he has rethought his old morals. He still hates them, and is willing to kill them for no real reason, but he will try to converse with the vermin before lifting them from existence.
Appearance:
History: Voras joined the Covenant military as soon as he could, along with the others at his keep his age. There was no training, he had trained the first part of his life to be a warrior and uphold his honor. He had joined in 2537. Near the mid point of the war on humans. He worked his way up, proving his honor, and his strategies. By 2551 the Humans were all but extinct. He took pleasure in quickly killing there pathetic "warriors". Leaving the Human children to be hunted by the grunts. He was also a fleetmaster, unlike others he left the ship often and fought on the ground alongside the warriors under him. He had proved more resourceful then some fieldmarshals that worked with him as well. Varos was an amazing swordsman, and a great warrior. By that time rumors had already run rampant about demons working with the Humans. He had never seen them, but had heard the stories, and the facts... He was given a mission by the prophet of truth in 2552, to find a holy relic. It was in an unexplored system. He accepted, taking two CCS Battle Cruisers along with his Assault Carrier. Though he lavished the thought of a mission by a prophet himself, he wished he were on the front, fighting the Humans on there home world. By mid October they found something on ship sensors, not of the gods. But more damn Humans...
Other: He's the commander of a fleet known as "The Light Fleet of Clairvoyance." His personal ship being the "Song of Retribution." He Always had his energy sword on his side, and carries a variety of weapons as secondaries. Ranging from a Carbine, Plasma Rifle, to a Plasma Repeater. He uses many others but fuck lists. He also can use his active camo for an unlimited period of time. When camoed the most one see's is the air shimmering, like sunlight on water.

"Load the Phantoms." Voras said as he walked into the hanger. The ship was what the Humans used for infestation. Spreading their existence across the worlds they stole. The Grunts, Jackles, and Elites moving to the ships, they would fly straight to there hanger. The ship was emitting a constant distress signal. Lost in space, a chance to take down the names of more Human worlds to cleanse. He let himself drift up the gravlift of one of the two Phantoms. "Today brothers, we cleanse more space of these retched creatures!" He yelled as the phantom drifted out of the hanger. The Rigorous Justice slid past as they sped to the crippled Human ship. Before thinking up the boarding, Voras ordered the only Brute ship in his fleet to destroy the engines of the Spirit of Fire. The Brutes commanded the other cruiser, Doubt and Sins. As the Phantoms slid in the darkened Human hanger, he finished a chant. "-that brothers, is why we serve. To fight, for honor!." The grunts and Jackles chattered among themselves as the Elites roared with pride. The doors on the sides of the ships opened, and the Fleetmaster lept down, bringing the hilt of his sword up as the blade shimmered into existence.

Commander Keller sat alone in the cockpit of his ship, his helmet sat up on the dash of the controls. Along with a the cork to some sort of bottle filled with alcohol. There he sat, a half empty bottle of some sort of whiskey, or scotch. It was hard to tell due to the fact it was labeled in some language he couldn't speak. "Fuck, I'm finally off that wretched desert of a planet." Keller muttered to himself, as he turned around in his chair. Oddly enough he knew something was wrong, something would occasionally blip on his radar. Thus in his own worry, he re-corked the bottle of whiskey, or whatever the hell he had been drinking.

Meanwhile, not far behind, a bounty hunter had launched a small boarding pod to attach to the Republic Transport. "This ought to garner me some attention among the other Bounty Hunters. Commander Keller, wanted by the Jedi, the Clones, and even the Confederacy." The bounty hunter said to himself, as he drew his a rifle, it was rather small, almost bullpup in design so it would be more maneuverable if Keller chose to fight back. Soon enough his pod attached to the Transport, allowing him to cut a hole in the back of the transports loading bay. Popping off the metal, and watching as it fell onto the ground, near several crates full of food stocks, and and extra parts for the ship itself. "Commander Keller! You have a price on your head, you can chose to surrender, and be taken in alive. If not, I will resort to force, you fucking traitor!"

Great, another bounty hunter, sadly though, this time Keller had no chance of escape, and would have to fight for his life. Picking up his helmet, he dawned it on his head, and pulled up the hood of his tan colored cloak. Which he had decided to replace his old white one, since he liked to stay adapted to his environment partially. Standing up from his chair, he walked from the cockpit of the ship, to the cargo bay/troop bay. Seeing the bounty hunter pointing a rifle at him, he simply smiled a bit under his helmet, chuckling a bit to himself. "So you finally got me, eh? Proud of yourself? You fucking bastard." He shot at the bounty hunter, a bit angrily.

The bounty hunter just smiled to himself, as he drew closer to Commander Keller, reaching for a pair of cuffs he had, "So I take it you're choosing to be taken in alive, so the Council can decide what to do with you?"

"I'd rather die." Keller replied, watching as the Bounty hunter simply smiled to himself. Soon enough the hunter was close enough, that Keller had the chance to make his move. "See you in hell, fucker." Keller growled, as he grabbed the bounty hunter by the throat, smashing the young man's head into a crate. Before he drew his knife, and went to strike the Bounty hunter through the back. Yet that wasn't going to be case this time. The bounty hunter had enough time to roll over, and block the blow with his gun.

"Bite me, you fucking scum of the Galaxy." The bounty hunter growled back at Keller, pushing Keller back onto the other wall. Giving him enough time to aim his rifle, and fire. Sadly though he missed his shot, watching as it hit the metal of the wall, leaving a scorched mark in its place.

"Too bad, so sad." Keller growled, as he charged the bounty hunter, running his knife through the man's chest. Yet his luck was never that good. The hunter's rifle fired one last time before he died, hitting the control panel, and sending the ship into hyperdrive. He didn't even have time to react, watching as his ship was quickly engulfed into a black hole. Yet it wasn't too long before he was back in some part of space. That his ship couldn't actually seem to identify. Sadly though, the pod that had been attached to his ship, was gone. Cutting off all of his ship's oxygen, and any form of life support he had left. All Keller had now was the small bit of oxygen left in his armor, which was used when making low atmospheric jumps, so he wouldn't die in the process. He only had one minute's worth, so he knew at this point, he was going to die.

Fuck my life. Why do I have to die like this? I just got my ship, and now I get to die from lack of oxygen. Keller thought to himself, trying to conserve the last of the oxygen he had left. He didn't even know where he was, nor did his ship, but it definitely wasn't the same galaxy he had been in previously. The cold began to set in, he was used to the feeling from his time serving during the winter. Yet he knew he was screwed once the last reserves of oxygen were depleted.

as soon as the Brute's opened fire on the engine the ship rocked and the alarms blared .soon a small pedestal a small blue figure began taping away on a small floating screen and soon multiple hisses of air can be heard though the hall as the pods started to open soon a middle aged man steeped out of his pod and said "serena status report." "sir sensors report we have enemy drop ships in the main hanger "soon a man in black armor walked up to the duo "what are your orders" the man just adjusted his hat and said "get the men battle ready asap you are leading the team to kick them of our ship" the armor clad man saluted "yes sir" he then turned around "you heard him boys lock and load" he then lead the group to the armory

"Sir. We have detected an in system slip-space rupture nearby." The shipmaster of Rigorous Justice reported. Voras was walking down a hall that led to the command center, or bridge as the Humans called it. "A shuttle emerged from the rupture, sir. Its depressurizing quickly and we detect a life form. Its not ours, or Human." He stopped walking and thought it over, then gave the order. "Get a recovery craft to it quickly and bring it aboard the Rigorous Justice. Make sure the occupants don't die. I will see the craft myself after I'm done." He continued on his way and deactivated his blade once in the command center. The room was a dark red from the emergency lights, and from lack of lighting. It had a large window looking out over open space, and a deactivated holomap in the center of the room. The normal chairs and consoles were scattered around as well. "You, Zealot. Find the Humans. Check the quarters and their cryo chambers." The Zealot bowed his head, leaving. Followed by several other Elites himself. The fleetmaster detailed a couple Grunts to get the data from the ship, then began making his way back to the hanger.

Keller found himself enjoying the last few seconds of breath he had, starting to blackout almost. However before he did. He realized something else was pulling him in. Great, I guess the kid wasn't the only one who wanted me dead. He thought to himself. Yet as he was pulled in, he so desperately began to be able to inhale oxygen again. Grateful for the air, even if it meant he may have ended up on a council ship, he could care less. He would've much preferred execution to dying from lack of oxygen intake.

"He's armored, but not a Spartan in the slightest. He seems weaker, slower, more prone. He was found with a dead human, well armed, and stocked for several months of travel." An elite spoke over a comm to Voras, however as he heard Keller get up he turned off his comm again, he pointed a rifle at the man. "You have been stripped of your weapons, sit back down, and do not try anything."

"Sheesh, aren't you a piece of work, split face? Finally here to collect a bounty on my head?" Keller asked with an amused chuckle, as he sat down, more or less to humor the elite. Oddly enough for once though he chose his own safety, and kept his helmet on. Instead of indulging himself in alcohol. Of course he comment did upset the elite, yet the creature stood his ground, instead of doing something irrational, such as attack, Keller. Yet from that moment on, he stayed silent, keeping his head hung, and his cloaked pulled over his helmet. The tan color didn't really match the white armor very well, yet the style complimented his gear well.

*in the armory * "ok boys stock up and head out alpha company clear the hanger . beta company head back to the cryo bay till the rest are up and at um then have them stock up to take back the ship section by section " yoru said as he strapped his sniper to his back and holstered his pistol .i will work my way to check out the command deck " .he suddenly stooped when the com link in his helmet came to life "spartan please respond" cutter said. "this is spartan-094 reporting in what do you need captain" "we need you to take serena to the main terminal to get the guns online" "understood" he quickly ran to a small computer and pulled out the a.i chip and put it in the back of his helmet . before heading out to the command deck.

A blue ball appeared and collapsed within itself just behind the Earths moon revealing a average sized ship. In this ship was a draconian and his robot. Agon sighed talking to himself "I think we're here".07 walked in and saying "oh don't even act like you hate this, you love assassination missions" Agon started to move the ship a bit closer to Earth and as he took time to look back at his robo friend and gladly admitted "Well yeah I do but they just get boring" 07 crossed his arms and asked "how so"
He gave him a surprised look and yelled out "how don't they!?" his tone changed to somewhat insulting as he made fun of the boring job "oh im just gonna take this beam rifle and space suit ado do du you know what im gonna do ima sit out in space and shoot him from orbit how does that not get boring" 07 shook his head "I don't know i'm a robot with very limited personality". Agon then crossed his arms and looked up "good point" they both waited in the entertainment center until word to assassinate the target.

Voras made his way down the hall, thinking over what the shipmaster said. He was about to reply when he saw a black shape turn ahead of him, he froze. He crouched behind a short strut, pulling his Carbine off his back. He used the scope and zoomed in on the shape. A Human. A demon... The fleetmaster turned on his activecamo, turning himself into shimmering light. Eyeing the demon, he clicked on his com. "A demon is here. A want this ship filled with my best warriors." He said over a fleet wide broadcast. He clicked it off before a reply was received. He walked to the center of the hall, activating his sword. His body shimmered into existence, a mere eight yards away. The dark gray walls of the corridor reflected the dark purple/blue of his blade. "So... A Demon finally shows itself? I will be sure to make your death as painless as I can, scat." He taunted.

yoru just stared at the the elite before reaching down to his own hip and activated his own sword activating it and just gave a small smirk with was unnoticed through his helmet he then made a bring it on motion before slipping in a Shinmei-ryū style.

The Elite did the equivalent of a human smile. Pinching his jaws forward to make it look like a creepy grin. He brought his sword up diagonal in front of himself, in a half lunge stance. He eyed the Human's face plate, right were the eye's of the Human would be.

"lets dance" with that said he droped down in a crouch( http://images.wikia.com/halo/images/0/0b/Halo_4_Spartan_IV-Energy_Sword_Impact_2.jpg ) then charged forward with arm angled so the sword was lightly scraping along the ground

Voras side stepped slightly, then turned, preparing to slash right down on the Spartans back.

yoru quickly spun on his heel to parry the slash and then did a quick back hop to gain some distance

"Ah, fast for a Human! A real fight." He said, impressed at this Demon. Voras lowered his guard slightly, tempting Yoru to attack. "Tell me, how is it your people are such failures, worm? Your warriors are nothing to the might of the Covenant!" He raised a tight gripped fist then lowered it. "Your corpse will dawn my keep for ages Human." He taunted again.

weak have you seen what happened we wrecked your station i think its name was Unyielding Hierophant, or to Sergeant Johnson calls it the "uneven elephant" we kicked your Covenant ass hard and swift"

"Lets see your as strong as you are clever." He rolled diagonally to his right and stepped forward to Yoku's open side, slashing downward fast.

yoku did a quick side stepto a slight spin but the sword still made a large gash down his shoulder plate

"Stop running worm..." Voras stepped toward him, preparing to strike when a hail of plasma fire behind alerted him. He turned his head, watching as several lower ranking Elites opened fire on them both out of panic, most shots hitting the Spartan. A few seconds later the Zealots squad came behind them, using their more accurate weapons to try to kill the Demon.

"well this looks fun but i got to run " he made a mad dash to the command center but not before leaving  a few frags behind

Voras roared with rage and ran after the Spartan. Explosions rocked behind him and he glanced back to see the Zealots missing their shields and the others missing whole sections of armor and filling themselves with shrapnel. They have bled for me, he will bleed for them. Right as the Spartan ran through the door it shut, locking the fleetmaster out. "Show yourself toy!" He screamed at the ship, knowing of the infamous Human A.Is.