SirDerpingtonIV
A Campfire at the End of Time
"There was once a world in which dwelled powerful beings of near-infinite magic, who shaped reality to their whim. The original ordinary inhabitants of this world have long since gone extinct, but their "Gods" lived on. Although our Confederation has come to know so precious little over time, and only by the aid of our... newest members may we know anything at all, we have learned enough. On this far-off world, the "Gods" ruled together, in peace and harmony. That was, until one among them betrayed the others, seeking ultimate power over his siblings to reign in their disorderly excesses. This "God" is known as Argerron, the god of Order, and by his will was sparked the fire that has forged our Confederation, the Onslaught. Some call them demons, others call them monsters, but all I can tell you, is that they are fuckin' efficient. Some members of our Confederation have fled from them for thousands of years as they burn their path across the universe, enslaving all life under the 'Order' of Argerron. Other members have only recently joined, but together we must make a stand. This solar system is the last we have, as we're surrounded, unable to flee any longer. It is here, that the Confederation have to make our final stand." -Officer Miles Amorrant
Hello everyone! In this RP you'll be playing as members of Confederation Reserve Squadron M-842, made up either new blood, remnants of other squadrons, recruited convicts, etc. To defend the Laarusystem, more commonly known as The Last System, the Confederation is enlisting every able bodied being in its borders for the coming conflict. The new recruits are forced into the navy or army, which are united under the common leadership of the Confederate Naval Command (CNC). The leaders of the CNC control the whole of the Confederation in these dark times, and cast all available resources to the war effort, otherwise this spells doom for the free peoples of the universe.
Speaking of doom for the universe, the Mad God Aggeron commands an army of space-demons, wielding sci-fi tech and powerful magic, additionally having enslaved peoples from conquered worlds to fight as slave soldiers. The Confederation has been on the run for thousands of years, until being forced into the Laaru system, home to the Ugir (A race of large, bone-plated Giants from the wasteland planet of Ugora), the Semyra (A race of fish-men from beneath the beautiful azure seas of Paradisa), and the Kathyrr (A hivemind of large insectoid ant-men from the desert planet Kathyrr). All three races have joined the Confederation, knowing their limited options.
CS Sheets: Futuristic - Confederation Reserve Squadron M-842 Pilots
Lore: Futuristic - Confederation Reserve Squadron M-842 Lore
OOC: Discord - Free voice and text chat for gamers
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The RP will commence on the orbital Hanger Platform JZ-342, named after the Jogus-Zarkiil Asteroid Field that encircles the system. JZ-342, often known as the Meat Factory to its crew and pilots, is on the border of the system, and shall soon likely face the brunt of Onslaught assaults. The space station has been transported through 23 separate solar systems since its construction 483 years ago, and has been repaired and renovated countless times since. It is infamous for its high casualty rate among pilots, almost as if the place is cursed.
Specifically, you all will be in your squadron's personal hanger, L3, where you are speaking to CNC Officer Miles Amorrant, a gruff human veteran with metal legs. He has been tasked with keeping you all in line on the station, as some of you may have... less than savory backgrounds.