Futuristic Praetors: Legends' Origins

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“What’re things looking like, Jenkins?” Jenkins, a short, blond man with a bad five o’clock shadow was sitting in the (something area) like the rest of his peers. His job was to observe the surrounding area and make sure no obstacles were in the way. In other words, he was one of many people in charge of navigation. “Everything looks good, Captain Verona. The space is clear and it doesn’t look like there’s been any disruptions in the UDN recently. Except…” Verona turned, his tanned face lined with scars from war. He raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms and walked over. “Except, what?” Jenkins looked troubled, unsure of how to word the situation. “Well, sir…” He turned the screen so his commanding officer could see. There was a slight raise in the wavelength which illustrated that the space around them was changing. “I think there might be a-“ Something big crashed into the spaceship. It shook the vessel and forced everyone to grab onto the nearest thing for stability. Verona gripped Jenkins’ shoulder with an iron fist and barked out the following orders. “Battle stations everyone! They can’t know we’re carrying cargo!” * “Cargo” refers to the Praetors. The Drolviens discovered the Praetors after capturing one ship. Though the Praetors were in cryo, it was obvious that they’re a threat to their expansion. Because of this, they have been annihilating these threats before they actually become one. Date: Unknown Time: Unknown Weather: "Outdoor" weather is unknown and irrelevant since they're in space. It is a comfortable 72 °F indoors though certain areas may be warmer or cooler. Location: Specific location is unknown. The Praetors can probably figure out that they're on a spaceship. It is important to note that they were on Earth when they went into cryostasis. The room they went into cryo in was also white and there were many, many more pods. Main Goals: - Push the enemy back and get everything under control. - Speak to Commander Verona. He is wearing a white suit, has tanned skin, black hair with gray streaks, brown eyes, and an aging face that makes him look happy all the time. Notes: Some Drolviens lore has been added. I will add more tomorrow (08/29). Worthlessplebian TheInsanityOfBobSemple LiviathRose AI10100 SilverbackActual [/div]

 

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[div class=container][div class=row] [div class=left][div class=box][div class=boxscroll1][div class=boxscroll2] STATUS: Slightly disoriented TIME: Unknown LOCATION: Specific location unknown TAGS: Everyone [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=mid][div class=title]Leo[/div] [div class=subtitle]The Leader[/div] [div class=midbox][div class=content][div class=contentscroll1][div class=contentscroll2][div class=header]ROXANA ALBA[/div] "SYSTEM ERROR: EMERGENCY DEFROSTING SEQUENCE ACTIVATED." Leo. Leo. Leo, wake up! Roxana's eyes fluttered open as the glass door to her pod slid upwards. She couldn't control her body she she tumbled forwards, knees crashing against the metal floor. Her body ached in every place, but what bothered her more was the ill sensation that was slowly creeping up the back of her throat. As quickly as the blonde could, she turned her head to the side and vomited. The smell and taste of stomach acid that filled her senses were uninviting, but she was informed by the project's scientists that she would feel sick after cryostasis. It didn't make her feel any better though. Her dark blue orbs scanned the area and noted the other pods aligned next to her own. That was familiar, though she knew she went to sleep in a white, hospital-like room with dozens of them. Had they been moved? "What's the status, Odin?" The woman finally asked. She sat up, back resting against her pod, and watched as her silver bracelet flickered to life. The small hologram of a man appeared from it. "Well, you're alive," he replied cheekily, appearing to be amused at his own response. He nodded approvingly after Roxana shook her head before continuing on. "Location is unknown. Time and date are unknown. We are on a space ship but that's obvious. I download information and give myself a nice update from any nearby computers but it will take a second, which I don't think we have right now." The sound of men and women screaming filled her ears. Gun shots could be heard outside, but it didn't sound like they were too close. It was evident that the ship was being attacked. She didn't know who the enemy was though and she wasn't going to take the chance of going out alone. As if it were fate, the other pods began to open. The words "SYSTEM ERROR: EMERGENCY DEFROSTING SEQUENCE ACTIVATED." could be heard from each pod as one-by-one they began to open. Roxana tapped her watch and let her metallic blue armor engulf her entire being. The inner part of her visor flickered on as multiple screens flashed by before focusing on the scene before her. She turned to her fellow Praetors, noting the array of guns neatly lined on a wall across from them, and reached for something that looked similar to a BR. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. 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[Worthlessplebian]

Arto Brooks
Status: Annoyed and partially disoriented. Location: ???? Tags: koala ​

The loud blaring from the SYSTEM ERROR: EMERGENCY DEFROSTING SEQUENCE ACTIVATED notification pained Arto's ears, causing the recently awoken praetor to groan. His eyes flung open once reality crept up into his mind and he realized what's going on. The praetor attempted to step out of his pod but unfortunately the time spent in the pod caused his body to be sluggish and slightly unresponsive which resulted in the praetor crashing on the ground although Arto's knees and hands took the brunt of the fall. Arto's body pulsed with aches as the man attempted to clear his blurred vision by blinking which then turned to slowly shaking his head. The worst was when the acid from his stomach rushed to his mouth but Arto held it back and returned it to his stomach where it belonged but the acidic and metallic taste in his mouth made him violently spit on the ground.

After having prevented an acidic spill on the ground, the praetor's vision returned to a clear sharpness. The blue orbs on his face began to survey the area and noted the particular design of the steel surrounding which indicated to Arto they are in a spaceship of some sorts. His attention was then turned to the blue armored woman speaking to him and the other praetors, her voice sounded familiar. "Roxana, that you?" The praetor looked down on the floor and placed his hand over his eyes."Could barely recognize you in your getup." The man's English accent was noticeably weaker which he himself wondered since he doesn't remember his days just before the freeze. Arto got onto his feet but was still a bit wobbly after the freeze. He tapped his bracelet then the metallic black and dark gold armor embraced Arto's body. The distant sounds of gunshots, screams and whatever else entered into his encased ears."Bloody hell... Feel like I'm plastered harder than an Irish man." Another groan escaped him."What's the situation, Ro?" Arto said with tiredness and annoyance in his voice, he moved over to the rack of weapons to pick up what resembled the AWV although looking over it, the gun seemed to be an AAV a previous varient of the AWV as this one doesn't have a shotgun module but does feature a more powerful scope.

 

[TheInsanityOfBobSemple]

They were flying. Through the sky, the wind rushing up on their faces, sand particles stinging the exposed parts of their faces. Through his googles he could see the sand dune rushing up to him and the dark shapes that lurked behind it. He raised his rifle and let it bark, the other ten did it as well. Withering fire brought dozens of the dark shapes down before they landed with a loud, bound shuddering thud, their exosuits the only thing stopping their leg bones from shattering into a thousand pieces. He ran up the dune and emptied his mag into the fleeing shapes, the others followed swiftly behind and they massacred all of them. Their smoking bodies littered the hill side. They cheered, another victory for the motherl... and the ground thudded again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Where was he? Colourful shapes played on his eyelids, confusing balls of white pain. His back was unbelievably sore, like an old man who was bedridden for years and years only to get up once more before death. He tried to move his muscles but they would not obey him, they were frozen stiff like stone. Acidic vomit struggled up his throat, his heart felt like the core of a superheated sun, but he fought it back down with a series of violent, bone shaking gags.

He dared open his eyes and it felt like someone had stabbed his corneas with a bayonet, all the way up to his brain. Everything was white and blurry, something was speaking in his ear, calm and soothing. It certainly didn't help him. He blinked it away and pain was gone, fading away like a summer storm, but all he could see was white, snow played it his eyes.

Snow

Who was he?

He?

He saw snow wastes, a land of white ground, dead trees, and frozen lakes. He heard another female voice, not the one forcing it's way down his ears but something that he had heard from the moment he had come blinking out into the world. One that soothed and calmed his writhing body. One that brought everything back. The Motherland... Mother Russia... flying through the air falling on his foes, training... with the other Praetors. The Praetors.

Praetors? What was that?

His mind was pounding, like a drum that refuses to stop beating despite how many killing blows you rain upon it's drummer. Only now did he realises how cold it was... the frozen wasteland played at his eyes again. He reached out with both his hands, they felt like they were not his but rather of someone that was anyone but him, and touched something cold. It sent shockwaves down his hands, he was shivering now, like some sort of baby rattle toy.

He was falling now, before he hit the ground his vision at last clear but all he saw was the metal floor. He caught himself with his two hands, now shivering on all fours. He fell back, landing hard on his impossibly numb buttocks. He looked around and did not understand a single thing he was looking at. He was shivering ever harder now. He felt something clutch his heart, like an actual hand penetrating his chest and gripping his heart. He felt terrified, like a small child lost in some big unforgiving city; unable to understand the chaos and insanity all around him.

Someone was talking to him, in a language he did not understand. Babble, incoherent babble and nonsense. Until he realised that it was in another language. A language he knew, very well. But even with that new found knowledge he did not speak that language, he spoke his mother tongue, but even that felt foreign and not his even though his lips were moving.

"Sir, are you okay?" The voice spoke. God? He thought, no, he does not exist.

And like that everything came back, force feeding it's way through his mind like some sick torture procedure. It was painful, shocking, and terrifying. An eternity past but he knew it must only have been a few seconds. His whole life came back before his life. The Drop troops, Russian federation, the aliens that were coming...

In the corner of his vision he saw a hand trying to help him up, its wielder was now speaking, but he bat it off. The Commissar could do this on his own.

"What is happening?" Strelnikov asked as he rose.

 

[AI10100]

Justine Valerio

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"What's worse - leaving something important behind or dying?"
location: Unknown
with:
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The moment Justine had stepped into that Cryo Pod, she knew that she'd be waking up at a time long past their own. There would be many differences between their time and the one they'll wake up in. She doubted they would put people in cryo sleep if they were just going to wake them up a year later. Or at least, that's what she assumed would happen really. She'd wake up at some other era or something like that. It was a fun little thing to think about and it would have been an exciting adventure.

However, what she woke up to was-

"SYSTEM ERROR: EMERGENCY DEFROSTING SEQUENCE ACTIVATED"​

"Fuck-"

The word slipped out of Justine's mouth as she tumbled forward as she found her body to not be cooperative in the slightest. Probably because she hasn't used any of her muscles for who knows how long. Still, as she's on all fours on the ground - panting as she feels a tickle at the back of her throat as her body wishes to expel every single content in her stomach, the excitement for the future had quickly faded away. She kept coughing but nothing was coming out - had she not eaten before she entered cryo sleep or something?. She could hear someone speaking and another responding with a familiar name but she stared at the ground for another solid moment or two. "Give me a quick sec here." After a final cough and nothing coming out, she stood herself up.

"You'll just be a little sick, they said." Justine angrily grumbled under her breath as she tapped her own watch - letting her armor engulf her now that she was feeling better. She looked around and it was certainly not the area where she last remembered being. It... well... they actually looked like they were on a spaceship and not in the facility. Well, it made sense that they moved them around considering their purpose... right? A couple of gunshots and screaming brought Justine back to reality. At least she knew who the leader was - Roxana always led in the exercises they've been together in. "What would you have us do, Ro?" Justine asked as she moved over to the weaponry lined up and grabbed what looked to be a Gauss sniper rifle, which she had extensive training with before. But this seemed to be lighter and more compact. Hopefully, it's just as powerful if not even more powerful than the ones she had handled.

Adjusting her grip on the rifle, Justine turned back to them. They wouldn't be able to see it but Justine had the widest grin on her face. "From the gunshots and the screaming, I'm taking a shot here and guessing that we're finally gonna kick some alien butt." There was something exciting in finally being able to face what ever you were training for. Finally, they don't have to hold up anymore. The aliens should get pushed back.

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[LiviathRose]

Status: Unstable
Location: Unknown
With: koala / Everyone

Now and again, the chirps of local birds could be heard as the cool breeze of spring air swept by. The obsidian hair would flow with the breeze ticking her cheeks as she stood in the meadow of lavender, complete peace. An internal found peace, that only she can accomplish. From the distance, she could hear the laughter of a small girl causing her to look behind her. This small girl who skipped up behind her with a small was a complete copy of her when she was younger, but she couldn't remember ever being so happy. The little girl ran past the woman laughing but in the horizon, she could see a dark ominous cloud rapidly approaching. "Wait, no!" She could only think but not speak as she reached out in attempt to stop the little girl. But her feet would not move, her body crumbled in the meadow of lavender. Within a flash of what appeared to be lightning...

"SYSTEM ERROR: EMERGENCY DEFROSTING SEQUENCE ACTIVATED"

The cyropod's lid hissed open as she gasped for air, panicked. There was no moment to recover from waking up as she flung herself out onto her hands and knees, weakened from her previous state. The room spun around, she would rapidly blink her eyes trying to gain stability neurologically. But, as she went to sit up at most, the metallic taste of acid filled her mouth as she would emesis. Faye would look around seeing the others in the same state, "Please don't stand up too fast, you'll go into a vasovagal syyncope." Coughing in between, "Which could lead to physical or neuro damage." After taking a few steps, she would stand up slowly looking up at Roxana. "Faye reporting."
Looking over, she noticed a line of arsenals making her way over maintaining balance to retrieve her weaponry. There were two semi-automatic pistols awaiting her and as she grabbed them, her bracelet would flicker signaling that the weapons were now linked to her armor. To which, she would tap her bracelet letting it wrap it's azure light around her body revealing her armor.

As the screams and gunshots could be heard, she turned her head towards the source of the sound. "Are the endangered crewmen any priority, Ma'am?" Getting ready to perform medical assistance. Some of her peers excitement to get into action slightly worried her, but at least she knew who she had to worry about the most given the circumstances. Who knew how reckless they could be out of the stimulation. Whatever was about to happen, she was ready.

 

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[div class=container][div class=row] [div class=left][div class=box][div class=boxscroll1][div class=boxscroll2] STATUS: Alive TIME: Unknown LOCATION: Some dim hallway TAGS: Everyone [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=mid][div class=title]Leo[/div] [div class=subtitle]The Leader[/div] [div class=midbox][div class=content][div class=contentscroll1][div class=contentscroll2][div class=header]ROXANA ALBA[/div] Arto was the first Praetor to speak up after Roxana herself. He’d commented on her armor, to which she nodded in agreement. They’d come across each other a few times while participating in Project Praetor exercises, but he’d never seen her in her actual armor. It made sense that he’d hardly recognized her. The only thing distinguishable was probably her Spanish accent and the light way she spoke. Justine was the next Praetor that Roxana was familiar with. Unlike Arto, Roxana and Justine had done quite a number of exercises together. Their relationship was rough at the start, but a few stern words here and there fixed the issues. From then on, they’d developed a sort of sibling relationship. “Happy to see we’re on the same team, Arto,” Roxana nodded towards the black-armored male, “Justine.” She did the same to female. “To those that don’t know me my name is Roxana Alba, code name Leo.” The blonde explained a bit about how she became a leader, ending her miniature speech with how she didn’t know where they were or what year it was. All she knew was that they’d finally been called upon. “Pushing back the enemy is our top priority. Limiting casualties is next.” Her blue eyes paused on the red cross painted onto Faye’s as she took a look at everyone’s code names. “You’re a medic, yes? Save who you can, but don’t waste too much time if there’s no hope. This is a war. We need to stick together, especially since we don’t know who or what the enemy is and what kinds of weaponry we’re dealing with.” She tapped what she assumed to be a touch pad and the door opened with a quiet hiss. The smell of blood was faint, but it was strong enough to reach her nose. The lights in the hallway were dim and flickering as if a nearby fuse had been damaged. It was clear that the battle had reached their location, yet there was no sign of life. “Jackal on my 8. Puma, 4. Cora behind Jackal and Dmitri behind Puma. And Specter,” Roxana turned towards her most familiar squad member, “do what you do best in the back. Let’s move out Praetors.” Stepping out into the hall, she quickly turned left and right while looking down her scope. When the coast was clear, the woman signaled her members to follow behind as she decided to take the route most that was most lit. Their armored boots stomped against the metal floor, dark red blood and another sticky, questionable material squelching beneath them. 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[AI10100]

Justine Valerio

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"What's worse - leaving something important behind or dying?"
location: Unknown
with:
tags:

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Justine slowly looked around their current line up. They seemed to be balanced enough. The medic had called out for them to take their time to stand up and Justine nodded absentmindedly. At least she took her time. It wouldn't be good if she can't see straight and has to snipe. That would just be disastrous. And Justine didn't like to disappoint. She looked over to the one speaking some language that she didn't quite understand until her AI - Prof - had translated for her like an overlay. But of course, all the questions were directed to their leader so Justine stood back and was limbering herself up. Getting used to moving again.

"Great to be with you too Ro." She mused as Roxana was introducing herself. Ah yes, her code name - Leo. The first time she heard that code name, she thought it was a dude that was going to lead. She even verbally said it. And that's what jumpstarted Justine and Roxana's relationship. Good times, good times. Justine may have zoned out at the third second of Roxana's explanation as to why she's the leader. She already knew why. After a couple of missions, she knows that Roxana was entirely capable of handling the situation well.

When it was briefing time, Justine had come back to reality. No one knew where they were but hey, they were woken up to fight so that's exactly what they will do. When Roxana had turned to the door, Justine's easygoing posture suddenly went rigid. Time for the mission. She readied her rifle as Roxana began arranging them. When it was Justine's turn, she nodded and raised one hand and gave her the finger guns. "I got your six." Once they moved out, she began walking behind the group while keeping her eyes out for anything amiss.

When she stepped on blood and some other material, Justine couldn't help but look down and raise her foot for a moment to look at it. It only took half a second before she started following them again. After a few moments, they came to the end of the hallway. A soldier was there - leaning on the wall with one hand on top of his bleeding abdomen. It wasn't the only part that was bleeding though - he looked delirious even and Justine wouldn't be surprised if he could barely make them out. Recognizing them as allies, he weakly raised his hand to the elevator, pointing at it. He could only let out a groan before going into a violent coughing fit. His head lolled to the side as he finished.

The soldier was beyond any saving. Shame. She gave the soldier a small bow of her head before they all proceeded to the elevator. The way up was agonizing - the air was tense. She looked up to the numbers as they're going up. One. Two. Justine readjusted her grip. Once. Twice. A small knot in her stomach. The elevator came to a stop after four floors. She took a deep breath as the elevator doors slid open.

Immediate chaos.

The doors opened to an huge open space. Gunshots being exchanged, screams of anguish, unintelligible gibberish coming from the aliens - damn, definitely not the weird, small, green alien humanoids she saw in comic books. There were an all out war between the humans and the aliens. Neither side seemed to be winning, as of now. But the humans could be pushed back soon if they didn't do anything.

The squad immediately moved forward to turn the tides to their favor. Justine quickly assessed the situation at hand. There were no covers she can perch herself on but that was fine. "You know what to do Specter." The AI muttered to her. With a hum, Justine raised her rifle and spotted the nearest alien and pulled the trigger. Huh, wasn't as loud as she expected. Justine quickly switched her targets to make sure the others were covered.

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codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[TheInsanityOfBobSemple]

Strelnikov made a grim nod to no one as the doors opened. He gripped his Heavy Pistol in his hand ever tighter. His combat armour was a dull olive- brown uniform with segmented armour. He had don his full face helmet and his HUD system was going crazy; bright warning flashes and hostile readings that didn't exist. It wasn't calibrated to his yet and would take nearly an hour of awkward head bobbing and frog jumps to fix it to his person and only his person.

The doors opened and a storm of multicoloured lights filled Strelnikov's vision like some sort of concert. Long lines of lasers whipped all around him. Strelnikov advanced quickly through hell, ducking and weaving between whatever cover he could find, returning fire when he could. All he could see of his foe were shapes and he fired at each one he saw. A few dropped but he didn't see the final results, their dead corpses. Strelnikov was advancing between cover when whipping fire exploded one of the computers. He staggered, feeling extreme heat right by his head and hearing more screams of whipping fire. Black smoke gushed from the system as a fire blazed inside it, the display was turned pink with confusion as it's innards melted.

He took cover behind another console that was rapidly melting to withering fire, he glanced upwards and saw a shape moving in the smoke. His HUD assured him that is was not hostile. "взрывоопасный!" He yelled, the blue display on the side of his pistol changed, showing the words: High Explosive. The black shape came closer, gibbering some Alien speech, making hand signals to what Strelnikov could assume was it's comrades.

Strelnikov leapt out of cover, aimed, and fired. His bullet made a swirling track as it plunged through the inkblack smoke. The bullet exploded the head of the figure. There was yells of confusion and terror in the smoke, Strelnikov fired at the sources of sound, more exploded bodies hit the ground. He made his way through the smoke as quick as he could, killing three more before a laser shot smashed into his shoulder. Strelnikov dropped, feeling his flesh crackle, the pain was white hot.

Swearing, Strelnikov ducked behind a pillar and looked for the source in all the chaos. The team was making good progress, cutting through their foes. There was a sharp crack and he saw the source of his wound, a short squat foe standing on one of the consoles with a long barrelled weapon, firing into the advancing human forces. All around it unfamiliar shapes charged into battle against the Allied forces.

"Strelnikov here," He said on the radio wide band, "We have a problem. There is a short thing on one of the console with a sniper. Five a'clock to current advance. I will see what I can do but there is a lot of this bylaws between me and I will need help."

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Arto Brooks
Status: Focused. Location: Unknown Tags: ?!?! ​

Arto began inspecting the AAV rifle in a crouched position when Roxana expressed her happiness of having a familiar face in the team, he simply responded with a nod towards her. Before Ro started explaining who she was and what her role was, the Brit decided to familiarize himself with the others. He knew Justine through hearsay from others and the one exercise he shared with her, thanks to Arto's background of being an upper-class snob and two-facing being a favorite pass-time of the elites, Justine's attitude of being naively cheerful did not fool Arto but that did earn her his respect. The next person was the Russian accented man while he had no knowledge of him, what could be gathered was that the Russian appeared stoic through his refusal to accept a hand to get up although that might be an extreme assumption to make this early on, time will solidify Arto's thoughts of the man.

Before his assessment of the others could continue, Arto's bracelet beeped a couple of times, the beeps' pattern was unmistakably morse code."V-O-I-C-E C-O-R-R-U-P-T-E-D" The A.I's voice programming was clearly corrupted and thus could only communicate in morso code. A pity, he thought but an inconvenience that would have to be dealt with later.

Looking back up, Arto gazed at the team's medic, Faye, her demeanor seemed nice and the caring nature she presented was most welcomed, overall while Brooks was skeptical of people and indeed skeptical of her as well, Faye might prove him wrong. The last person to be judged under Brooks' eyes was that Portuguese-speaking woman, he didn't seem that impressed with her.

Arto's dark-gold coated fingers flipped the rifle's safety off, he stood up from his crouched position and began to listen to the briefing given by Ro otherwise known as Leo. Jackal then moved into position."Eight covered"

------ Exiting the elevator-----
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The exit out of the elevator was met with a barrage of energy bolts in the combat zone, like he was in a disco party. Jackal held position within the formation as the team began to move through the open area. A green slug-like alien roared at the team before its' head was perforated resembling Swiss cheese, courtesy of Jackal's AAV rifle, its' body slamming the ground with a satisfying thud. Then Jackal heard a sickening screech coming from the mouth of a short blue fish like alien charging at him, Jackal thought the little bugger had gone mad. Instead of shooting it right away, he waited for it to come close enough. When it got close enough, Jackal sent his knee towards its face, the edgy parts of the shin guards punched through the creature's maxilla (upper jaw) creating an unpleasing bone-crunching sound. The creature stumbled backwards onto his back and let out sounds that were very pitiful but were quietly silenced by the AAV's firing. A small, round device rolled out of the creature's dead hands following a small pin... If anyone could've see Jackal's eyes they would be wider than the Mariana Trench, he frantically picked it up with one hand then tossed it with all the strength he could muster. The small device exploded far away from the team's position.

 

[LiviathRose]

Status: Alert
Location: Unknown
With: Everyone / TheInsanityOfBobSemple

Gazing back at Roxana as she examined Faye's uniform, Faye nodded in confirmation of her question and listened in on the rest of the briefing. Understanding the circumstances, she froze her warm heart over to prevent herself from trying too hard on any possible survivors. Roxana was right, we couldn't waste much time especially in this kind of situation and she would have to pick and choose carefully just like she was picking her fruit at the grocery store. If it was too bloody, skip on to the next. The group started to get into position as she formed herself behind Arto gripping her pistol in a low ready position making sure it was not pointed at either teammate. However, as they begun to move out towards the fighting, she would give a quick look to make sure Justine was actually behind her. Not that she didn't trust her, but when you wake up after who-knows how long, you have to reassure yourself.

Upon leaving the room the faint smell of blood did not bother her as she was use to it but did catch her off guard as it got stronger as they entered the elevator reaching up to the primary location. There was a chaotic light show going on and Faye rapidly tried to keep track of everyone as they begun to move about, She still tried to stay close to Arto but upon looking over to her left she noticed Dmitri was shot. Shit, already? She muttered to herself. "I am going to need some cover, Dmitri is hit. Going in to repair and assist." However, as she began to head into the fire an odd green alien began to make a rapid approach towards her and the rest of the team. Thankfully, Arto was able to annihilate the creature letting her proceed towards Dmitri. Faye refused to look at the corpses of the aliens trying to push through.

Dipping and weaving through the combat, Faye was able to quickly make her way to Dmitri thanks to her teammates. With a quick leap, she slid onto her knees skidding towards Dmitri nearly ramming into him with just seconds to spare. Just as if she made a home-run on a diamond field. Faye began digging through her essentials as she made a quick scan of the wound, it was a second-degree burn. Hardly anything to whine about as long as no one touched it. "Made it to Dmitri, won't take long! Please provide cover on our 6's." Faye didn't have much time to take a look around but hoped Dmitri would look behind her as she would look behind him as she begun the repairs. Unfortunately, burns didn't have much of a procedure especially at those degrees. Wiping out a small aerosol can, she begun spraying the wound with antibiotics quickly that would cause some stinging. "Not much I can do for you, just will have to suck it up and here I thought it was something serious. You Russians are pretty durable, right?" She grinned as she smacked an elastic, olefin synthetic fiber that was durable and made to last while preventing infections. The smack would be enough for anyone to grimace in pain or even yelp, as touching a fresh burn was painful.

Lights begun popping up on her visor, red warning lights in particular. Her internal self screech at the thought and quickly looked around trying to identify the coming entity. A large green alien that looked rather top-heavy began to loom over her and Dmitri. You have to be shitting me... She thought. Faye had no clue if shooting at it aimlessly would be any effect by the look of its size. Instead, she aimed at its eyes and began shooting. Hearing a crack as if glass broke, the creature screeched and fell backwards landing on some of the machines. But she was positive it was not dead, perhaps just blinded.

 

[koala]

[div class=container][div class=row] [div class=left][div class=box][div class=boxscroll1][div class=boxscroll2] STATUS: Alive TIME: Unknown LOCATION: Some dim hallway TAGS: AI10100 SilverbackActual LiviathRose Worthlessplebian [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=mid][div class=title]Leo[/div] [div class=subtitle]The Leader[/div] [div class=midbox][div class=content][div class=contentscroll1][div class=contentscroll2][div class=header]ROXANA ALBA[/div] As soon as the elevator doors opened, it was an open battlefield. Men and aliens alike were shouting obscene things that could barely be heard over the gunshots and explosives. Roxana could feel adrenaline beginning to course through her veins as she looked down her scope and rushed out. It was easy to pinpoint the aliens because their appearances were so different in comparison to everyone else. One of them, in particular stood out from her due to its reddish tone and the fact that it was about to go down on a soldier. Sprinting, Roxana launched herself into the air and tackled the creature. It made a sound similar to a growl in surprise as the two began tossing and turning. The scaly thing managed to knock the Praetor away with its large weapon, but she was quickly back on her feet. Her eyes quickly scanned the available weapons near her aside from her gun, and they landed on a shiny blade at the hilt of the alien's belt. She instinctively reached for it before the alien could respond, climbed onto its back, and slashed its neck, blue liquid spraying. Tossing the blade aside, she grabbed the human soldier and forced them both down into a crouching position behind a small wall. "O-oh, my god. You'e awake! How?" He stammered, eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost. "What?" Roxana responded, unsure of how to interpret the man's words. He made it sound like they weren't supposed to, which spawned questions she didn't really have the time to ask. "Nevermind. Leo reporting. What's the status-" Her head tilted to make out his blooded name tag. "Private Stanford?" Stanford's mouth opened and closed repeatedly. It wasn't until she hit the wall with a BANG that he snapped back into reality. "Ri-right. There's a large Drolvien ship attached to the East Dock. Captain Verona and-" Stanford was forced to stop because Roxana pulled him forwards, shooting a small alien that had crept up from behind. "-the rest of our forces are held up there until reinforces come." "Right," Roxana said as she stood up and spoke into her comms, knowing full well her team had heard the same thing she had through her own radio. "You heard the man. Clear the area and we head to the East Dock. I'm sure we all would like to know why the hell we're in space." [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [class=container] min-width: 300px; max-width: 595px; min-height: 395px; margin: auto; background: white; [/class] [class=row] display: flex; flex-direction: row; [/class] [class=left] width: 205px; height: 300px; background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fd/0a/11/fd0a111407340ccbeac15be66597cf89.jpg); background-size: cover; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/9894.png), auto; [/class] [class=mid] width: 380px; height: 300px; background: linear-gradient(45deg, #2B2C28, #20211E, #2B2C28, #20211E, #2B2C28, #20211E, #2B2C28, #20211E); margin-left: 5px; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/9894.png), auto; [/class] [class name=box state=hover] opacity: .8; [/class] [class=box] background: black; color: white; opacity: 0; max-width: 195px; height: 290px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; transition-duration: 1s; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; [/class] [class=boxscroll1] height: 290px; width: 215px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=boxscroll2] margin-right: 15px; padding: 5px; [/class] [class=midbox] height: 300px; width: 380px; background: white; display: none; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/9894.png), auto; [/class] [script class=mid on=click] slideToggle 800 midbox hide title hide subtitle [/script] [class=content] height: 300px; width: 380px; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; overflow: hidden; white-space: pre-line; [/class] [class=contentscroll1] height: 300px; width: 400px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=contentscroll2] margin-right: 15px; padding: 5px; [/class] [class=title] color: white; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #FFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 95px; [/class] [class=subtitle] font-size: 25px; color: #0764A7; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #0764A7; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=header] background: black; color: white; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 100%; height: 30px; font-size: 18px; top: 0px; position: sticky; margin-top: -10px; padding-left: 5px; [/class]

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Arto Brooks
Codename: Jackal Status: Focused, Injured. Location: Unknown Tags: LiviathRose Objective: Clear out the remaining enemies. ​

Jackal replied to Leo's orders with a grunt as he was currently preoccupied with an alien who decided to have a good round of fisticuffs with him. The alien in question was quite a large bugger, looked like it had the head of a tyrannosaurus rex, the body of a gym rat and a tail that would make a crocodile blush. Its' size was not just for show as there was genuine strength behind it. The fight was quite evenly matched between the two, evenly matched if you call dodging every blow because a well-placed one might spell your doom. Jackal continued to bob and weave his opponents strikes, waiting for an opportunity to land a precise strike on the blue creature. But the creature proved far more intelligent than it appeared as it had deduced Jackal's dodge patterns then threw a punch at him. Thanks to his reflexes, Jackal was spared the fate of having fractured ribs but suffered the fate of a fractured forearms. Sharp pain was felt through his arms forcing him to release a painful groan. But even after having his forearms shattered, Jackal continued to fight although this time, it was with a knife that was hidden on his hip. He ducked below the alien's final strike and moved behind him. Jackal leapt on its' back before it could turn then he blinded it by sticking his knife into the right eyeball of the creature all the while his left hand plucked its' left eye out of its' monstrous skull. Jackal's killing move was tearing through the creature's thick neck which proved difficult but the rush of adrenaline ease the severing.

The creature fell forwards which helped Jackal pull off a forward roll which turned to a sprint towards his rifle. The grim reaper had other plans for Jackal as a sniper creature was lining up the shot for when he reached his gun. A bolt of energy ripped the air apart as its' target was Jackal but instead of transforming Jackal's head into a mist of red, the bolt made then cauterized a hole in the side of his abdomen. He crashed onto the ground but before the sniper creature could finish him off, its' life was ended with two shots, one in the chest, the other in the head. Jackal dragged himself behind cover, the pain was unbearable but he couldn't complain at least he was alive."Aaahhh... Cora, my bloody ulna and radius feel like a jigsaw puzzle and.." A howl of pain stopped him."And there's a cauterized hole on the left side of my abdomen." Even though Jackal was in physical pain, his voice albeit trembling with pain was calm. A burst of bullets was heard from Jackal's rifle as it eviscerated an alien near his location."When... ever you can, come over, I'd.. appreciate it." He clutched his rifle as he sat there behind cover.

 

[LiviathRose]

Status: Irritated
Location: Unknown
With: Everyone / SilverbackActual , Worthlessplebian , and that dead guy.

When Faye wasn't sure on the status of the creature, Jennifer at least made sure of something when it came to it. Faye couldn't keep her eye on the creature through the light-show of gunshots, instead she looked back at Dmitri who was now kind of slumped over with exhaustion. "Nap time there?" She questioned almost critically. "We have to move from this location, so let's get going. But we'll have to lay low and kind of crawl our way back in a sense." Dmitri gave her a glare, "No, we're going to run it. The best option we have." Faye tried to argue with him, as running it would put his body at a fuller position making him more noticeable and with his injury, she didn't want to risk it. Faye was not one to really argue, so, she shrugged and basically gestured; "After you". But she never followed or at least closely.

Dmitri got up with a slight cringe as the pain in his arm was very well still apparent. The shift of the muscle will bring him in frequent pain but she let the Russian do as they did best, as they were apparently always right. She did not get up but instead watched him start to make a dash for it as he would have a frequent expression of pain or discomfort. But, his dash towards wherever he planned on going was short lived as a bright red, glowing melee weapon came hurdling towards him hitting right in the middle of his skull. His body fell over, Faye waiting for a moment almost shocked. There was no sign of movement or life. She couldn't pick up anything on his vital systems either. "Wow, it was like I was right. But nope, no one wants to listen to the medic..." She would mumble to herself. As Faye tried to determine her next course of action, the comms picked with Jackal requiring assistance as he described his injury. "Left lower quadrant, that will be the intestines." She would say making note to herself prepping for what she is about to see. "I am going to need cover as I make my way to Jackal, the Russian has flat-lined.." she paused "..from stupidity."

Faye waited for a second to make sure she was clear as she would take small dashes to remain covered. She was close to the now deceased corpse, she could hear a sizzling as if something was on the grill cooking. It was his head but the smell did not match the idea she had in her mind. Taking a deep breath and nearly holding it, she dashed towards where Jackal was waiting for assistance. Upon arrival, Faye didn't say much of anything other than quickly getting to work. In are storage, she had a few shots of morphine in case of situations like these and with a injury that size and location, Jackal was going to need one. Faye was able to bypass his suit in a specific location that was enabled specifically for medical use, as she would inject the morphine into his arm. "This one is going to take a little longer to patch up. Sorry to tell you but I gave you morphine to help until then."

 

[AI10100]

Justine Valerio

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"What's worse - leaving something important behind or dying?"
location: On a ship
with:
tags: koala

Justine forced herself onto the ground as multiple shots went overhead, dangerously close to her face if she was still standing up. Stuck to the ground, she quickly tried to align her line of sight with her attacker. The electronic hum began to fill her ears and she pulled the trigger just in time to prevent the alien from releasing another volley upon her. The alien collapsed, a portion of its head now gone as it slumped onto the ground.

Puma had already taken care of the sniper that Dmitri had trouble with. As the medic got to their fellow member, Justine turned her attention to anything that would attack Cora. All their attentions seemed to be at the front liners, which was great for her. As long as they don't notice her, Justine knew she was doing her job well. When Cora moved, Justine covered her movement. She clicked her tongue when she heard over the comms that Jackal had been injured. Her focus on Cora had cost an injury. It was a mistake on her part. She'll think about that mistake later.

To make it up to them, she covered Cora's tracks by blasting the arm off of an alien that was charging at Cora and Jackal while the latter was down. She pulled the trigger again and the alien went down. "Keep your heads down guys." She quickly scrambled to another position as she spotted another sniper on the other side - raining fire on some poor sod behind small cover. Scorch marks from the rifle was marking the cover. She raised her gun again and shot - and missed. Fuck. Fuck. She quickly ducked behind her cover as a bullet raced past her head. She muttered a curse under her breath and turned to her very vulnerable teammates. The sniper had stopped firing - likely waiting for her own move or targeting someone else. Or moving.

She grabbed the helmet off of a dead soldier, sending a silent pray to him, and waited for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she threw the helmet out of the cover and then followed and raised her rifle. The helmet got shot but she managed to spot the alien quick enough - it hadn't moved from its position - and fired on him. She could hear the screech as it ran away. Huh.

The alien numbers had trickled down to near non-existent as time passed - either dead or had retreated to their main force. Justine let out a whistle. "Well damn, that's done." She looked around. Jackal was still going to have a bit of trouble with that injury. Dmitri had unfortunately passed. She pursed her lips, giving the man a silent prayer, before turning to Leo. "So, as much as I would like to head off the East first and analyze the situation for you guys so we avoid this-" She gestured to their fallen comrade and Jackal. "That fight with these ugly bastards made me rethink. I mean, I don't know about you, but I gotta say, their rifles packed a fucking punch." Which was worrying. It could easily pierce through their armor so if they weren't careful, they were as good as dead.

She knelt down to take a handgun from a fallen officer. You'd never know when it could be useful. "So, what's your orders Leo? Any plan of action?"

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[Worthlessplebian]

Arto Brooks
Codename: Jackal Status: Focused, Injured, Disgruntled. Location: Unknown Tags: Everyone. Objective: Completed. ​

"Oohh... Thanks.. Cora, owe you one for this." Jackal replied when he felt the analgesic effect of the morphine while the man's stoicism usually hid the pain, it was still a relief to get that pain off of him. But as he was getting his wounds tended to, the reason of why the wounds were inflicted on him in the first place swam around in his head. Carelessness? Incompetence? Unlucky? One of these words caused these wounds so Arto began to reconstruct the scene. After taking out two aliens, he made a small dash to cover but someone or something had the same idea, as the big trex headed alien was kneeling behind it as well. Before any shot could be made, the alien knocked Arto's gun then its' gun was knocked away and the fight happened. The fight was considered a net positive by Arto but the sniper shot was entirely surprising for no reason. Then a memory surfaced, during the scuffle there was a glance at the sniper that would fire upon him, so it was carelessness that injured him. Great he thought, this early in the war and already he was careless.

"Yea... these pillocks have some great weapons. From first hand experience." Arto wanted to chuckle but stopped himself in case he interrupted Cora's work."Paska, these vegetables didn't have time to bury themselves in this area but what about the other places? Helvetti... unentrenched they are already lethal but in a defended position with overwatches, traps and who knows what else, they could be considered hyper-lethal." The man breathes out."Whatever we decide on, we should move forward like British nobility through the peasants' alleyway."

(Author's note: Paska = Shit, Helvetti = Hell)