Alright, so here's the plot I ended up making it massive, so I may have to go back and trim it down to fit everything else in. I haven't proof read it yet either, so go easy on the critique of shit punctuation and repeating words :)This should at least let you guys know how serious I am about all of this:

[center]F737 – Extraction

Containment Failure[/center]

[center][i]“...breaking through containment... blown the Astura bridge... enemy is unidentified, say again... requesting immediate interplanetary assistance”[/i] - Final communication from City 29, Isis 7. 04/03/2421[/center]

The year is 2421, and humanity has unknowingly triggered his extinction...

Reports were initially sketchy. An unidentified illness broke out amongst the population of the vast industrial metropolis of City 29, situated upon the barren surface of Factory World Isis 7. Chief medical officials were baffled by the illness, and immediately requested the presence of their off-world superiors as the victims started to mount. 

Within 24 hours of the first recognised diagnosis, 10% of the population was suspected of being infected. Initial attempts to identify the illness were hindered by a misunderstanding of what medical staff were dealing with. What appeared to be a neuro-virus was soon established to be something else altogether: a parasitic fungal organism. Batteries of antifungal medication were applied to the victims, but astonishingly these only served to accelerate the rate of the fungal spread. 

Symptoms were typical of a fever: joint pain, headache, sore throat a cough and general lethergy. Over the course of a day, the victim would quickly deteriorate into a semi-comatose bedridden state. Blisters would form on the undersides of their arms, and around the backs of their necks. It was quickly noticed that these blisters did not harbour pus or blood, but some form of fine dust that appeared to be produced by the body itself. 

27 hours after the first recognised diagnosis, the first victim died as a direct result of the fungal infection. It had spread to her brain directly from her lungs, and had closed down her vital organs despite medical science's best efforts to keep them operating. The resulting autopsy confirmed the planetary Government's worst fears: the fungal infection was airborne. 

After a brief conference of the Interstellar Government's top medical bodies, the parasitic fungus was named the Hangor Fungii, designated F737. 

Three days after the first fatality, over 40% of City 29's population had succumbed to infection. Hospitals had crumbled under the huge pressure of caring for 20 million people that they could not cure, police stations were transformed into makeshift bases for the local military and a the fire brigade were deployed to combat the emergence of F737 fungal spore clusters that had started to encrust themselves underneath the city's gigantic sewer system. 

Law and order quickly fell to ruin, as panic drove the population wild. Rioters and looters took to the street. The local military responded with live rounds, and drove these dissenters back to their homes. As human fought human over house, pathway and street, F737 mutated unnoticed in the chaos.

The massive white tents set up outside the hospitals as impromptu morgues became the official ground zero: the dead began to stir. Their bodies, rigid from rigor mortis, crinkled like plastic as they gained their feet. The few witnesses there were within these tents of death were quickly set upon by clawed hands and jagged teeth.

The military and their law enforcement companions realised too late what was happening. The infected evolved quickly; at first they were just men and women, running in a crazed blood-lust towards the nearest non-infected human with an expression of glee hard set into their pale grey, blister ridden faces. A burst from an assault rifle would send these freaks back to their slumber. But not all of them stayed in this vulnerable state for long.

Monsters, sprouting several heads and limbs and standing over ten feet tall, appeared from the midst of the chaos. They screamed like banshees, and charged their adversaries with a suicidal rage. It took several bullets to bring these creatures down, and when they did finally fall, their flesh would burst open to release a thick cloud of F737 spores. Those soldiers who had lost or damaged their gas masks would quickly succumb to this new breed of the fungus, and turn on their comrades within minutes. 

In a bid to prevent the spread of the infection, Isis 7's planetary Government hastily mobilised its remaining military and enacted a quarantine of City 29. This move came far too late in the game however, as the clouds of spores emanating from clusters and the bodies of the infected had started to leave the city and sweep across the entire region. Populations deemed at risk of the spores' path were ordered to evacuate, but Isis 7's infrastructure was not designed for such a contingency and many were left to their fate as the roads jammed and the airways restricted. 

Realising they had blundered, the First Ministers of Isis 7 admitted to their Interstellar superiors that the situation was out of control. Having dealt with the crisis that was F737 first hand, they were in a position of strength: if they had have acted with conviction and courage, then perhaps the consequential disaster could have been avoided. Instead, terrified that they themselves would become victims of the unchecked and constantly evolving micro-enemy, they chose to be vague with the Interstellar Government. 

Swathes of medical data were withdraw from the Interstellar Network, and figures relating to the infection rate of F737 were sliced to make the situation appear under control. When queried about the sudden removal of information, the sudden changes of statistics regarding the crisis and an apparent media blackout on the surface, the First Ministers played a rogue card: Isis 7 was under terrorist attack. The Interstellar Government promptly scrambled for a response.

Battlegroup Gamma of Earth's Home Fleet was two days away by hyperdrive, and was the nearest military force capable of launching combined arms operations on a planet's surface. Equipped with four H Class battlecruisers, seven general purpose transport ships and an Enfield Class carrier, Battlegroup Gamma had enough combined fire power to glass a planet's surface – an unintended and vital oversight. 

By the time Battlegroup Gamma arrived in Isis 7's orbit, the situation on the ground was dire. City 29 had gone dark; cities 17, 21 and 34 were reporting similar fungal outbreaks to those experienced by City 29. Admiral Morgan Hallow was both disturbed and confused by initial satellite imaging of City 29's streets. There were fires, but no one was tackling them, and there were crowds in the streets, marching with impunity towards what appeared to be military roadblocks. A visual enhancement revealed that something was not quite right with this picture; these were no ordinary riots, and the fires were not the result of a terrorist attack. It was as if two entire armies had warred with each from one end of the city to the other, leaving crowds of jubilant spectators in their wake.

Yet, the ageing Admiral knew these to be strange times and did not read the situation for what it was. Several terrorist groups had garnered sympathy across the colonised solar systems of man's fledging empire. Some fought for revenge, some out of warped moral righteousness, others for religious gratification. He deemed it perfectly possible that the population of City 29 had risen in support of whatever was taking place on the surface.

After relaying his findings to the Interstellar Government's High Council, he received orders to retake City 29 from the hostile population, regardless of the cost. This was to be the first time in twenty two years that a military force operating under the Interstellar Government had been authorised to use lethal force against civilians. 

On the 4th of March, 2421, a small armada of drop ships, varying in shapes and sizes, descended upon City 29's limits from all directions. Their hulls contained 10,231 battle hardened and combat ready marines with orders to force the city's population to return to their homes under the pain of death. An order that was gawked upon by soldiers who more often that not, protected civilians from the exact actions they were themselves about to commit. 

The drop ships landed at their assigned targets: parks, the roofs of residential complexes, car parks, large shopping centres and other places where the civilian population was likely to be thickest. They also made for the major law enforcement stations and local military barracks in an attempt to reinforce them – or in the worst case scenario, retake these structures from the insurrectionists.

Immediately, the vanguard of this attack force encountered the green fog seen from space. Thanks to First Ministers' attempts to conceal the severity of F737, Battlegroup Gamma's leadership was ill informed of the danger this fog presented. 

Dozens succumbed as they were enveloped by the spores. They clawed at their faces, screaming and laughing in a fit of madness whilst their comrades looked on in horror and confusion. Gun fire erupted as chaos ensued, and force cohesion almost broke there and then had it not been for the marines' discipline. 

Orders and advisories were quickly and efficiently sent out of the intertwined Battle Net to alert the marines of the apparent dangers that the fog posed. Gasmasks, mandatory equipment for any marine heading into war, were equipped and the airborne spores ceased to be a problem; it was just one minor but terrible and bizarre footnote in what was about to be another glorious combat operation from the marines of Battlegroup Gamma. 

As these heroic soldiers pressed their way into the city, they stumbled upon the civilian population they were to subdue. The people of City 29 were no longer people, they were monsters; corrupted flesh, blister ridden and deformed. Some had a giant tentacle for a head, whilst others had six muscular arms jointed in six places. There were some that were as tall as a small house, that snarled and drawled a green goo. Others were bent over backwards, and their black lifeless eyes stared at the marines from between their blistered shins. 

Stunned, confused and terrified into inaction, the first combat parties were torn to shreds in seconds by their horrifying attackers. Gunfire filled the air of City 29, as mankind's best fought against the twisted machinations of an unknown power. 

Admiral Morgan, not quite believing what he was seeing, committed to the ground operations by authorising the deployment of tank regiments and mechanised infantry. These elements performed better than their marine kinsmen, who were being hamburgered across the city, but soon became bogged down in the tight streets of the vast yet condensed metropolis. 

Orbital to surface fighter and bomber craft were also deployed in their hundreds from the Enfield Carrier, and several areas of City 29 were flattened in an effort to restore some kind of martial superiority over this new and mysterious adversary, but all was ultimately useless. There was just too many of them. As the day drew to a close, Admiral Morgan uploaded a live satilite video feed of the ground operations to the High Council, and advised them to glass the city.
	
[i]“City 29 has been lost, but we could still make a difference elsewhere!”[/i] He argued, and his argument was accepted.

Cut off, besieged, trapped and cornered by the infected, the dwindling ground forces of Battlegroup Gamma were given a sudden and startling order: evacuate to the designated extraction zones beyond the city limits, or be destroyed alongside humanity's greatest threat.

You are one of those poor bastards.

Player Sheet (For those who wish to play as an individual soldier)

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Fireteam/Group Sheet (For those who wish to play as more than one character)

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Affiliations

City 29 Citizen – A survivor and potential hostile of the marines who are no longer looking twice before shooting. They have stomached the peak of the infection, and have succeded in living where many others, including friends and family, have failed. Likely to be lightly armour, and preferring silence and caution to avoid the infected, they must either befriend the marines to escape the doomed city, or force their way through against all odds to escape the blast radius of the incoming orbital bombardment. 

Isis 7 Security Forces – Clinging desperately to one of the few remaining military outposts in the city, your hopes are bolstered by the arrival of the marines – and quickly dashed when you realise the marines aren't going to be enough to save you. You may be paired up with these failed saviours, or you may have fallen victim to their panicked pre-conclusions about whether or not you're an infected. They'll be less likely to shoot a man in uniform, but 'less likely' doesn't mean much at present. You'll be as well equipped as the marines, but suffer from poorer training and have a lower level of military discipline.

Gamma Orbital Marine – The best of the best; these men and women have fought their way into Hell and back on several occasions, except this time they really are in Hell. Aware from the start that this deployment was one big pile of bullshit, they are now more angry at their situation than they are horrified by it. Under-equipped, ill prepared, outnumbered, outmanoeuvred and hours from being vaporised by some old bastard in a nice white suit who's never fired a gun in his life. Reaching the city limits is almost an impossibility, but so is the stubbornness, the training, the life style and the attitude of humanity's finest.

Weapon List:

[To be completed]

List of Items

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List of Light Vehicles

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List of Heavy Vehicles

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The Infected

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City 29 Layout

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