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StarCraft: New Beginning

Lt. Nordlund

Lieutenant Paul Nicholas Nordlund

Paul Nordlund is a fairly tall man somewhere in his late thirties. He is about 185cm tall with hazel eyes and brownish hair, his skin naturally a fairly tan colour turned much paler by years spent indoors and in hostile environment equipment of all sorts. Rather pedantically he keeps up his appearance in spite of his state of being only a few steps above "fugitive". Though muscular he doesn't have the stimm-bloated build of most Terran Marines or UED Smiths.

He is a good speaker, letting him be a good leader, which in conjunction with his military education makes him a clear commander. The man is obviously a careerist, placing much of the world below his personal ambitions. That said, he's fairly adept at concealing this coldness and indeed comes across as a charming, generous man. The Lieutenant is also somewhat haughty towards Terrans, very much romanticizing Earth even if he no longer underestimates the folk of Koprulu as he did on first arrival. Coping with the loss of all that he left behind in the UED he has also taken to some awful habits even if he hasn't quite degenerated them into addictions.

StarCraft: New Beginning

Following the Brood War the Koprulu Sector found peace... of sorts. Though the Overmind was defeated and the forces of Earth routed animosity of all sorts remained. The malice of the human race could not so simply be erased and on the periphery of human space the Protoss and Zerg persist. Beneath the notice of the Milky Way's denizens many dominoes fall that will be felt by millions.

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StarCraft: New Beginning

@Raynar

StarCraft: New Beginning

One such domino first falls here, in the remote world of Deadman's Rock.

Chapter 0

Where compromises must be made - "I really mean it when I said I didn't sign up for this shit" - An idea - In which our protagonists show themselves to not quite be heroes - Memories you aren't sure you like

Paul was sweating, a biological response that belied his otherwise wholly cool demeanour. More than a day had passed since the job had ended, and given how it went the Lieutenant was confident in switching the "AWOL" to "Deceased" of the team members. All that was left insofar as he knew were him and the ghost woman. At least he wouldn't feel bad about having pawned of that damned adjutant. The contractor was also dead, neither of the mercenaries saw the body but between the broken signal and the rumours the duo heard upon landing at Deadman's Port it was the only conclusion possible once applying Occam's Razor. They had no friends really. Having picked up many contracts here at most Paul had working acquaintances, and he assumed it was no different for his counterpart.

The officer took a momentary look at Maya. He could of course blow her brains out and take the money for himself, but given she was a Ghost and very well might be listening to his thoughts he reckoned it was an incredibly stupid idea. Nevertheless he loosened the holster of his pistol lest the Ghost had a similar train of thought with a different destination. All they had to their name was their equipment, that dropship, the truck they carried the adjutant on and enough credits to make their life expectancy about a day long given the people around them.

He looked to his colleague, and then in the rear view mirror. One of them had suggested that they get their own ship and leave this forsaken rock and while the thought was born of fear it slowly made more and more sense to the Lieutenant. "Let's go." he said, igniting the vehicle's engine and getting it moving. "I know a place." he explained, loading up a map of the locale on his display. A few turns and maybe twenty minutes through a tunnel had them come out in something of a junkyard. Yeah, the ships there were all old, battered, and full of other words with a negative inflection. But they worked, and they'd mean they wouldn't have no credits left to fuel them up. From small fry like valkyries and wraiths to a whole Battle Cruiser in the distance one could find anything here. Slowing down and eventually parking Paul rubbed his forehead, tightening his mask to help with the barely breathable air as he stepped out of the truck. Motioning for Maya to follow, he took out his and did a quick check before putting it back in the holster.

"A ship. That's what we need." the Lieutenant stated. There wasn't a need to say much more because he assumed that Maya agreed with him. After all, they could both see this was the only way out. "Keep an eye out for something you like and keep your eyes away from the people." It was a vile place with the colour palette alone sickening the soldier. But hey, on the bright side they wouldn't be here very long with just a little bit of luck. "I'm thinking a science vessel. Yeah we won't really be armed, but its not like just the two of us are going into any proper dogfights." the man reasoned. He stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose. Lt. Nordlund didn't know if he could trust the Ghost, but its not like he had a choice. Thus, the proposition: "We've worked well before. We'll take something we can do a few jobs in before we've got the money to part ways, alright? Maybe then some transport ship would be better, that way we can do some gigs... well, transporting shit." Paul looked at the woman before him, waiting for some input. Knowing the shit ghosts had jammed into their brains he had not doubt she'd suggest an armed ship. Of course as an experienced Lieutenant Paul knew he could pilot a good chunk of the ships out here and give any OPFOR a run for their money in a fight. But he didn't want to take that risk, especially since the only thing he could really pilot with only a single crew member helping him would be a small guncutter — at that point it wouldn't be as if their weapons mattered much against anything more than a few small flyers.

TERRA FELL ✨(Post Apocalyptic RP) (Interest Gathering) (5-8 Players)

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“Ironfist. A good name. Archetypical but bold. Fitting.” Amidst the masticating and drinking August paused for half a second, raising an eyebrow as the word “disgraced” came to play. But as the dwarf went on there was context and while not wholly mollified, the urge to spit left the Knight. While he knew the Engineers as venerable warriors and tinkerers he didn’t know too much about their ethics and it could well be that an ostracization by them is in truth a testament to one’s character. Or it could be that Torvin was simply a greedy bastard of course. Either or was possible. Though it somewhat irked August he might once more have to sacrifice his morals if he was working alongside a weasel - a thing he joined the Sunrunners to avoid - he had trained himself such that he more or less didn’t care about this one instance. He snapped out of his dozens of trains of thought some seconds after Torvin asked his questions with his eyes swerving towards him from the meal.

“Aye. This will be my first true assignment in the guild. Mine is the way of faith and the sword. I will cleave through all in my… and the Guild’s path.” As if to demonstrate he placed his bag on the table and loosened the string holding it shut. First things to emerge to the light were a bone with something brown on it and half of a humanoid’s ear — both had words carved into them. This didn’t at all seem to ruin the Knight’s appetite as he went right back to eating. August frowned slightly when the Dwarf announced that it was time to get to the job. He shoved as much as he could in his mouth and then downed it with his drink before tying the rest in a cloth for later while leaving the smallest piece he had for the establishment in thanks given the meal was more than satisfactory. He stood up and after ramming his helmet back on his head he followed the Dwarf feeling somewhat awkward given he was letting Torvin lead; when your legs are so much longer one has to shuffle to let a Dwarf be at the front.

Ironfist asked August about his armour, and for some dozen seconds he said nowt. “No.” he said, and as far as he was concerned that was that.

They walked for some time, eventually getting back to the stables. By now a much larger group had assembled, a crew far more motley than it already was between the people he had previously seen. He gave each of them a quick look from the pitch black interior of his helmet, before returning to his usual thousand mile stare. The Paladin was about to ask about the quest they would be undertaking, but the bug-man came first with the speech of its kind that in his many years still felt odd to Augustus. Regardless, the important question was asked and so the man simply stood motionless waiting for a response.

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The Division | Mao Mao & Andreyich

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Agent Donald Hayes

^{Male // 37 // Badger}

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BRIEF SYNOPSIS

Badger AKA Donald Hayes was born to a fairly affluent family in South Carolina. After finishing university education the man spent a year working in his father's law firm, until deciding to join the Army Airborne troops. After a tour of duty he returned home, but he felt a civilian life wasn't for him and joined a Special Weapons and Tactics Unit in New York. A spotless record along with a purple heart for bravery insured insured he was hand picked to become and Agent of the Strategic Homeland Division.

When the money virus spread it was no coincidence Don heeded the call to arms immediately joining with other operators of the Division to due his duty to the nation.

BRIEF PSYCHE

Badger is noted for being a particularly calm and collected operator. In his professional life the individual is noted for being of very words all of which are softly spoken. Often this has lead to the man being mistaken for being indecisive, subservient, and non-confrontational. Only the latter can arguably be considered true in practice, his operating seemingly very aggressive but strictly by the books. Though only an average commander he is noted for excellent speech, his collectedness noted in many scenarios like hostage negotiations or politics with other state servants when matters like jurisdiction come in.

The warrior is notable for at times being far too violent with those he considers evildoers, many investigations launched into criminals of all sorts being found hurt at times fatally under dubious circumstances.

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INVENTORY

M4A1

- Grip
- 3.4x optics

FN Five-seven
Contact Lenses
Smart Watch
SHD Issued Equipment

- Body Armor
- Masks
- Gloves
- Backpacks w/ go-bag
- Knee Pads
- Holsters

SHD Tech

- Ballistic Shield
- Sticky Bomb
- Medkits

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