Andreyich

N.E.O. - A Vinto-Futuristic Nation RP (Inspired by S.T.A.L.K.E.R., Half-Life, and MGS4)

CCCP

Name:
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Flag:

Government:
Your government's system and ideology which is currently in power.

Territory:
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics officially controls the territories of the nations of Armenia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Estonia, Georgia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgizia, Latvia, Lithuania, Moldova, Russia, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Ukraine and Uzbekistan.

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History:
The full history of your nation isn't necessary; Most have been around in some form for hundreds - if not thousands - of years. To keep it simple, it's better to answer the following prompts:

• Pre-Visitation: The USSR was one of two superpowers on Earth. Their armies were feared across the world and their nuclear weapons insured nobody would ever touch their territory after the glorious victory over the fascist menace in the second world war. The most recent test of the Union was the invasion of Hungary. The extreme unpopularity of the communist regime amongst Magyars forced the Soviets to invade such that they could preserve their satellite state, a short term goal that was accomplished.
• The Visitation: Like all the nations of the world the Soviets were astounded by the Visitation but of all nations they were arguably the best prepared. Some claim that Yuri Gagarin saw the very arriving aliens coming to Earth, though this claim is heavily disputed by historians. Regardless, their indisputable supremacy in space technology at the time let them warn the rest of the Warsaw pact and other allies to prepare for the world to change in entirety.
  
  The visitation naturally turned life upside down. Premiere Hrushev passed away from an aneurysm supposedly having come from a reaction to Langium, and a great many areas became claimed for the great number of "zones" within the USSR. However their emergency preparations for what was to come as well as the vast territories of the largest state on Earth insured - in comparison to other nations - a relatively smooth transition to the post Visitation world. Cities along with their factories were evacuated in feats reminiscent of the evacuation of industry to the Urals in the war against the fascists. The military assisted in construction of new housing for people displaced, and a head-start on learning to work with Langium was insured for the Union. Indeed, they were very soon able to begin assistance to the Warsaw pact and other international allies. Total catastrophe had been avoided thanks to the alliance of the labourers!
• Recent History: The recent history of the Soviet Union is very complicated. In the immediate terms the Soviet Union was hit arguably the least of all nations. But soon after there were secondary ramifications of the Visit that would become very apparent. With the death of Hrushev the Soviet political apparatus soon found itself very much divided, and though minimized the upheaval the Visitation created in displacing people and changing their ways of life created opportunists at every corner. The satellite state's populations accused the Soviets of not helping their supposed brothers in the internationale, and when assistance was sent the populace of the USSR complained that the government cared more for foreigners than its own citizens. Cracks in the Soviet system emerged as they could not keep their totalitarian suppression of dissident politics particularly in the regions around the Baltics, Caucasus, and the Urals.
  
  Further, though the state planned economy of the Soviets insured they had unparalleled capability to respond to the Visit's effect on the country in the immediate terms it made fitting into the new normal ever more difficult. If this was not enough the Sino-Soviet split was only getting harsher, and the Americans with their Imperialist allies were getting ever rowdier to distract from the problems of their poorly managed nations, but the Union would persevere!
  
  The reaction of the Soviet Union was facilitated by Alexei Kosygin who promptly became the new head of Premiere and head of State with some assistance from sympathetic KGB members loosely working off of the last words of Hrushev. However, few would anticipate how he would take on the Hrushev thaw. Beset by all sides Kosygin had to create a great many compromises that many would call the second Russian revolution. Reforms were made to all sectors of the Soviet Union and by extension the Warsaw pact. Parties apart from the Soviet Union were once more allowed to operate and participate in elections so long as they abided by the fact the USSR was a Union indivisible, it was Soviet (Councillary), Socialist, and a set of Republics. The economy was liberalized with a great reintroduction of private ownership of smaller assets such as a restaurant going as large as a factory or a Press. The same liberalizations were applied to the Soviet satellite states and an invitation was sent out to the many White Russian and other diasporas to return to the USSR without any fear of reprisal as the above reforms went even further once met with initial success.
  
  Things were looking bright for the Soviet Union as it made good use of its head-start on the research of Langium, its people were pacified and their living standards rising partially in thanks to this new esoteric substance.
  
  The USSR entered a small golden age that is now coming to a close, and only time will tell if yet another one comes like a phoenix or instead a stagnation or collapse comes. Kosygin's unexpectedly worsening health forced a retiring to have him replaced by the promising but extremely (for a politician) young General of the KGB who's rise to Premiere is shrouded in mystery: Anatoli Mikolaevich Pavlenko from Western Ukraine.
  
  Once more malcontents seek to take advantage of the upheaval of Kosygin's retirement. Many demand even greater liberalizations from Budapest to Vladivostok. At the same time though the USSR had a great headstart in the research of Langium their research was largely theoretical and in how to work with Langium by itself, their research into NLCs being only slightly above the global average; this is fundamentally a problem as the increasing commonality of NLCs have made the previously massive demand for Soviet natural resources ever decreasing. Further, the greater freedoms of press have made many people complain at the great militarization the USSR has maintained. Why must T-88s be in Mongolia when they are our comrades, it is asked every day.
  
  For now the people of the USSR are optimistic of the future particularly when contrasting to many of the other countries of the world. But this may change radically. The problems the USSR faces are all undergoing many solutions with a recent breakthrough in oil-based NLCs possibly being a bonanza of wealth. But this is just a stepping stone on one of the hardest paths the Soviets have faced yet.

Pressing Issues:
The USSR faces many issues. In many republics it has found that the people it gave newfound freedoms to only spit upon them demanding more leading to only more anti Soviet sentiment. At the same time the many decades of political leadership being educated abroad has left many unwitting fifth columnists in Soviet government. At the same time the growing power of the Senate has been at the expense of the Soviets with ever fracturing parties insuring little to no change can be made save that which garnishes more power yet for the Senate. Furthermore, the introduction of Langium has insured that demand for Soviet raw materials ranging from titanium to oil has drastically dropped; there is a race against time to develop new and better NLCs to insure that the riches of the Earth within the Soviet Union are not forgotten.

Budget:

N.E.O. - A Vinto-Futuristic Nation RP (Inspired by S.T.A.L.K.E.R., Half-Life, and MGS4)

Tentative interest

Eden 2.0(Space NRP/Closed, see OP for details)

Fate as a Plaything

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Music

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"Oh look how curious! The apes do try so hard with their little weapons. The hirelings, oh the hirelings, look how they waddle!"

"Those 'hirelings' have done well enough against the frontier folk, they are going for their capital. Do not be arrogant Admiral. Do you not remember New Babylon?"

"But Kessler dearest, was it not you who failed to defend that world those centuries ago?"

"Yes and I have learned from my errors."

"Mmmm. We'll see. They are going for the Capital, no?"

"Yes. They believe upon entering the city they will prompt a capitulation."

"Oh the poor fools I almost feel pity."

"They aren't people Admiral. Not really. Dust before the cosmic wind."

"Your promotion is far too recent Kessler so you are still all in on the Reislaufer nonsense so I'll tell you: it was a figure of speech."

"I could tell as much, but I had to say it nevertheless."

"Oh back to business you young fool."

"I am-"

"Yes but I am twice that once again as you know so please do not interrupt me. The Doctor, he has been dispatched?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. I don't like the wretch being in the homeworlds, such arrogance on him."

"It is not unfounded."

"I do not care."

"Regardless, let us review the agenda.”

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>>>Duros

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They had done quick work, he had to admit. Before the Doctor were just a pile of stone with random shavings and scraps of metal about his feet. Yet if the Columbians had arrived but a few months after they did then this would have been a complete facility for upgrading the citizens of Duros. The poor fools. They had traded long and happy lives for the democracy of money that would - should he fail - transition into an occupation by oligarchs seeking to nickel and dime them. Well, if they were to refuse such a glorious fate then perhaps the most horrid one that would befall them would be the only thing they deserve.

He turned around to face the pack of seven Varadi soldiers he had managed to find. They truly were a mess. An efforted attempt to imitate the perfection of Neohumanity, but not quite arriving there. They did not have the stations to facilitate the full set of surgeries upon their biology that transition to a true biological Homo Novus required, and the cybernetic augments that the CCN had unloaded upon them were - at least by their own standards - outdated by a century. Even then they had to be considerably under-clocked such that their brains wouldn’t veritably burst under stress of controlling such machinery. But that was far from all. They were all in far from… ideal condition. Underfed, missing parts of their bodies, or in one case having both of his optical implants shattered if still present. To say they weren’t much would be an understatement but he had to start somewhere did he not?

“Why the hell are we here?”

“...Hmmmm?”

The Doctor looked up from his musings, eyes locking onto the soldier who had spoken.

“What are we doing here? Its just fucking rubble people could drive by any moment!”

In a heartbeat the Doctor ran over to him lifting the man up by the neck. “Vital reconnaissance. It would appear the enemy has not found the true import of these stations.” the Neohuman said, turning the man in his grasp this way and that. “Pardon an old man’s memory, did I ask for your input?” he queried, before dropping the man knowing the answer would be ‘no’.

The truth is there wasn’t much purpose to being here at all, the story of reconnaissance and some hidden purpose to the facilities being a farce. But he couldn’t let these men question his actions, his authority had to be cemented.

“Come on. It’ll be night time soon.” he said, walking on to the little camp that the group had formed. “We have much work to do.”

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He had to admit they had worked together well. Every day to enter and leave their hideout they had moved aside stones before once more piling them such that few would bother trying to enter the cave with just enough cracks to make oxygen enter the place while they slept without giving off light. Within the hideout the situation was not much better. Eleven graves were within four of which were of the comrades of the living seven, one of which was of a traitor, and the rest was of people who had wandered too close. The traitor was a… disconcerting exhibit. But The Doctor was well old enough to know that centuries past there were some such cases amongst his kin when they were not yet far enough along the path of ascension and thus it wasn’t surprising that these half-breeds he couldn’t yet find a better name for had such amongst their ranks.

Chimeras? Yes that would be a better descriptor for the Varadi. Not quite the outdated ape of Homo Sapiens but not quite the perfection of Homo Novus. They were a resourceful lot, that was for sure. The group had hauled much to the little cave from parts of a garage to a surgeon's automated gear. Primitive but all potentially useful. These seven of course were not the only Varadi left on Duros but they would form their own autonomous cell, one of many to be made to sow fear and terror into the masses of the Coalition forces whilst putting doubt in their government amongst Durosian civilians.

Morning came in a glimpse, the Varadi having spent the night sleeping whilst the Doctor was working on… something, the Varadi couldn’t tell. He had all his beakers arranged right by the running generator they had hauled in. Their augments let the men breathe through the smoke but that didn’t mean they had to like smelling it. On the other hand the previous day let them know better than to argue with the man.

One of the Varadi soldiers started to push out rocks blocking the cave entrance, poking his head out to see a child standing outside. The man cursed, realizing that the smoke of the bloody generator had announced their position to a rather wide area. “Come here!” he called to his comrades to see. “There’s a fucking boy here!” he cried to the Doctor, confused at the apparent calmness of the man after his shouting.

“Oh, I am very well aware. Bring him here.”

The men looked to each other with some confusion, but one eventually went forth after the child breaking into a run to catch his quarry when it started to flee. The boy was brought in by the confused men and carried over to the Doctor, the head of the man turning in entirety to survey the boy before the rest of his body followed. In either hand he had surgical implements that the group had never seen before, and though his face wasn’t visible it was clear he had a very intent expression about him. “Put him on the table.” he said, stepping aside for the Varadi to carry out the order before turning himself. They boy started to get up but a needle pierced the skin on his head and in the very same instant he fell back.

“What are you doing?” one of the men demanded as he drew a pistol. “Oh put that away you wouldn’t get a chance to use it even if you had need or opportunity. I am not going to harm the child.”

“Answer the question!”

“I am implanting memories.”

“...What?”

The Doctor sighed. “The child will remember things that didn’t happen. He will remember a story of drunken Columbian troops on shore leave trying to do rather awful things to him before your noble Varadi brothers in arms rescued him.”

“Look at his age you think he knows what any of what’s been happening is?”

“No, he doesn’t. But that’s why I am not putting ideas in his head as you may believe. He won’t know Varadi or Columbian. He’ll simply remember the uniforms and your dashing metal augments.”

All seven men recoiled as a drill went into the skull of the kid. Before any could exclaim the Doctor continued speaking. “By the time I am don this little opening will have healed to nothing more than a bruise. Calm yourself or I might find I no longer have need of you. Now then, in that crate there’s some men. Shoot them, we’ll need the corpses later. Now, if you please.”

Confused, the group did just that having found some sleeping men in Columbian uniforms. Their hatred lead them to not ask any question about a task they did with such joy, but once done they again turned to The Doctor. “What are we to do?” one asked.

“You are to grab the bodies and come with me.”

Behind his visor the Doctor was smiling. “We are to create the past, thereby changing the present and so giving us the reigns of the future my friend.” He couldn’t see this dreg as a friend but the many ideas in his head had left the Doctor in far too good of a mood for him not to say such.

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The child was walking in the distance with its hands outstretched as if trying to grab some flies flying about the boy’s waist. The Varadi looked down at the men about their feat, one of them uneasy. “Rigor mortis, I read about that way back. When they find these guys they’re going to check when they died.”

“Taken care of.”

“Ho-”

“Taken care of.”

The Doctor thrust into the hands of the largest one of the group who had the shattered eye lenses a small package, before walking off. “When you get back to the cave open it. You will have instructions on how to use what is within. Take care.” They would never see him again, not in person.

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“Next.”

“Oh, uh, got all my papers ready Sir.”

“Hmmm. Says you already served to get the Varadi out of here. Why’d you take the break?”

“Well the wife got pregnant. Twins sir, twins!”

“I see. Congratulations. You won’t be reenlisted as Corporal but we can bring you back as Lance Corporal.”

“Great! When will I get started?”

“You’ll have to go through the bootcamp for a week and you’ll get deployed right after. Welcome back to this man’s army.”

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“Last call, everyone get on!”

The ranks of men were waving goodbye as the ramp to the shuttle that would ferry the unit over to Varad was closing. Lance-Corporal Kurtis Greene was one of them, turning to the voice of one Private Singh who had asked which one was his. “Redhead over there.” Kurtis motioned. In fact the Doctor knew that this woman didn’t know him one bit, but nobody would bother to check and this would only help endear him to the unit. As the ramp had fully closed most of the men went off to the little barracks that they had for the short rest they would have before being dropped into the hellhole of Varad. The Doctor lingered a moment, his face shifting into the one that he was born with centuries ago for just a few moments such that he could yet again smile before it shifted into the form known as Kurtis Greene. Putting on his army cap he ran after the rest of the troop, calling “Yo wait for me!” to the men that would inevitably die by his hand.

This was of course the price of progress, the price of perfection; if these men knew the true value of the work the Doctor was doing they surely would not have minded their deaths?

In the Hills, In the Valleys (fantasy faction RP)

@Flagg
Sure

Sorta Off Topic, Roleplaying while in a relationship

So, I'm in a relationship for 5 years now. I've been role-playing for much longer. Anyway, at times the role-playing takes a more mature tone, meaning sex scenes and such. I dont know if I should feel guilty about those or not? Cause on the one hand, it is basically the same if I was reading a book with the same scenes, but on the other, its writing those scenes with someone else, which is what makes me feel guilty. Any insights?

@Kyux

As a rule no but theres nuance. As long as ots the characters getting intimate, not you and your RP partner, who cares. I know of some dudes who take their RP too seriously and end up msging the girl they rping with to ask them to marry them as they go to divorce their irl wife.

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

Briefing

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Starring: @Andreyich@Lauder@DrRtron@Auz@Naril

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A day had passed since the crew of the Weiro had been brought aboard, and now was the time for their first assignment. Sending a message to Sosa, Eustace awaited the Captain in the bridge, leaning back in a chair with his feet resting upon a keyboard. They were to discuss the mission before calling in the rest of the crew to inform them of what would be happening.

As Sosa came into the room Eustace would stand up and straighten out, his face curled up in a frown. “You’re late.” he’d say, before in a few seconds laughing and waving to her to sit down as well when he took a seat. “C-Sec gave us our first task. There’s an Asari Matriarch we need to talk to, supposedly she has something important to tell us. We’re to meet her and provide security because it’s sensitive information. I’ve sent you the location along with other details.” Straightening out in his chair Eustace again accessed his omni-tool. “Like I said it’s a matriarch we’re dealing with, this is a big deal, though - at least for now - it doesn’t seem we’re at any real risk. Matriarchs always have enemies, and she seems to have only been concerned enough to get a single real bodyguard. If she thought she was at real risk she’d be in a bunker of sorts. I think the Krogan and the Doctor would suffice, Dreklei will fly you down and stay on the roof if it looks like there might be any problems. I want the turtles to work together here. If they can’t be good around each other on a calm security detail then we can’t expect them to work together in a firefight. I suggest the rest of the crew be on standby, we bring too many people over and people will know something is up. Maybe Seraph can bring his platform down in the shuttle to guard the landing zone should we evacuate.” Eustace finished, testily sipping from a cup of coffee while he awaited input from Sosa.

The captain listened silently for a moment, taking in the briefing one piece at a time and processing it as Eustace spoke. She leaned back in her chair and intertwined her hands as she formulated plans in head in silence before her visor shifted up to look at Eustace, continuing to contemplate the mission. “The krogan would be valuable assets upon this mission, however, having both of them may work against as. They have already fought, from what I heard, and if anything goes wrong they may fight again,” she stated coldly, her normal happy-go-lucky voice not present as she spoke. She knew that Eustace knows of her true nature, she worked with him for a little bit while at C-Sec and it was hard to hide that part of her file from him in particular.

“However, we still could bring them, just not at the same time. Two teams, one headed by me and the other headed by Seraphim. My team shall contain Mister Corr and Miss Osino, while Seraphim leads Shephurd and Doctor Zahir for standby in case things get out of our control,” she looked continued to stare at Eustace as she stated her draft, “That would leave the ship without its main engineers, but I can trust that what other crew we have can handle that while they are away, no?”

Eustace rubbed his chin, and then shrugged. “This isn’t a hostile warzone or other crisis area, here it won’t be such a big problem. However, if worst comes to worst, I really must ask that you make Urd and Tak fight together. Perhaps in the crucible of battle their little squabble can be overcome. Just think about it Captain. If we keep them separate forever on these smaller assignments, what will we do when we’re against great odds and they haven’t learned to be part of the same team? Beyond that this works for me. I’ll ready my armour, I’ll be ready to come if worst comes to worst though I really do doubt it will. If the heat gets really too much just tell us, I’ll get the cyborg out on her leash.”

“Valid points, Eustace,” Sosa commented, taking a moment to think once more before her mind came to a conclusion, “Very well, my team shall consist of Shephurd and Corr. If things get hot immediately, then I will need their strength and resilience immediately. Osino, Doctor Zahir, and Seraphim shall standby for clearing an evacuation zone, again, assuming things go beyond our control.”

The captain took a breath in for a moment before asking Eustace, “How much do we know of this Matriarch? You know how much I value information, especially if it is pertinent to my job.”

The Yeoman rubbed his forehead for a moment, shaking his head. “Unfortunately not too much, or less than either of us would have hoped. I’ll send you what we have now. Her name is Sotiria, and she knows something very important. Has some friends on the Citadel. Very influential in the Terminus Systems though this has earned her some enemies. Of course by the nature of the mission I reckon you gathered as much but nevertheless. Definitely a less than legal sort, but that doesn’t matter since her criminal associations are outside of our jurisdiction anyway. Not her own fault anyway, seems to be a good woman in a nasty place. There’s… rumours about her, but nothing really out of the ordinary and frankly nothing I’d blame her for given it’s the bloody Terminus Systems. Didn’t tell me much beyond that. Shall I ring up the crew to have them meet us here?” Eustace queried.

“If we have nothing else to discuss, then very well,” Sosa said with a mild bit of disappointment, not particularly liking the answer that Eustace had given her. However, she knew that not everything could be given to her, though she knew she could find her own information on Sotiria in her own time. She leaned forwards in her seat, taking a deep breath in as she prepared herself to act as the crew knew her so far. After a moment, she straightened herself in her seat before she spoke once more, her normal voice coming back, “I’m sure this will be a resounding success for C-Sec!”

“Excellent.” Eustace said, tapping a few keys on the omni-tool. “Everyone has been messaged, they should come here soon.”

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Tak tilted his head, furrowing his brow as he looked at his omni-tool. There was a time when all of his brethren believed that the tank had given them all the information they could ever need to know their enemies. Now that he was here among them, it couldn’t be more clear that they were wrong. There was so much to process he didn’t know where to begin, from the surprise of being put on this mission, to the protection of an Asari who had lost the capacity for battle. How was he supposed to protect something so soft?

The krogan shrugged, shooing away the omni-tool and packing away his mop. A day had passed since what the Geth voice referred to as ‘the incident’ and Eustace had given Tak the bizarre human punishment of cleaning the crew's facilities. The tank bred had told the Yeoman to remove one of his claws instead, as a form of retribution for his mistake but instead Eustace insisted, the krogan filling it away as just another bizarre alien practice.

Nevertheless, he was here now, striding down the hallways of the Weiro towards the cargo lift. As he reached the doors, Tak gave himself a once over, ensuring his armour was tightly fastened and admiring the deep green and black camo pattern. The council had shelled out for some top of the line Predator armour and the tank bred couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of breaking it in.

The Cargo bay doors opened to reveal Urd, dressed in full hazard armor and armed with all of his weaponry. He was reading the report on his omni-tool, and Ruzad floated dutifully next to him. As doors opened fully, his gaze flicked upwards and a disgusted look crossed his face. Of course he was stuck with the tank-bred mongrel. Nonetheless, he had promised Eustace and CSEC that he could work with the abomination, and here and now he evidently had to prove it. Without a word, he returned back to his omni-tool to finish reading the report. Chalkos. A mostly asari world in the terminus systems. And they were taking a Tank-Bred whose people had a reputation for excessive brutality against the asari they captured? On a mission to save a matriarch, who was guarded by another asari? Ridiculous.

As the doors closed and they began their slow ride up to the briefing room, Urd finished the briefing and his thoughts turned to the brief fight in the engine bay as the silence rode on. The fight that Eustace had distracted him in. The fight that the tube had almost won. The monster was probably thinking that he had won fairly, disregarding the extenuating circumstances. The thought ground against Urd’s pride, like a blade being slowly pushed into his side.

Finally, the silence couldn’t last.

“You won’t get so lucky next time.”

The comment hung in the air for a moment, seemingly stuck to the hatred that oozed off of the natural born. In the background, the gears of the elevator winced and squealed, causing the tank-bred to flash a quick look towards the lift's signage. He was happy to see that it could hold over 1000 kilos.

Bing. The elevator doors opened earlier than they should have, the Turian Pilot walking into the elevator with a quizzical expression once she realized neither of the Krogan were very happy. She read of them of course but had not yet seen much of the crew. Giving both the closest thing her avian mouth could to a smile as Krogan would know it she pressed the button and once more machinery whirred.

“Clan Urdnot,” Tak spoke, not paying the turian much mind. “Should you be killed in this mission, fear not, I will claim your hammer.”

Urd curled his lips back into a grimace in response to the turian. His teeth audibly ground at the audacity of the tank-bred to think he could wield his hammer. “Don’t worry. It’ll take far more than you think to kill me. Not that you’d be capable of wielding such a weapon, even if one were to somehow fall into your hands. But I will extend the same courtesy. When you die, I will claim your Spike Thrower. Make it do some good in the universe for once.”

The tank-breds head dipped back, his eyes inquisitively studying the natural born’s Claymore Shotgun as his brows furrowed in confusion. “If your equipment is faulty, you should seek an upgrade before battle. It would be unwise to wait such a time to do so.”

Urd merely growled in reply.

“All personal belongings, in the untimely death of its owner, will be requisitioned by C-Sec unless otherwise noted in your official will.” Seraph’s voice speaks out without prompting. “I can make adjustments to your forms now, if either of you wish.”

“Thank you, Geth. But I think the tube and I understand each other.” Urd replied into the air.

Rin arched the brow over her artificial eye, catching Seraph’s voice while the elevator doors opened. One of the Krogan alone would have made the elevator crowded, with both of the hulking, humpbacked figures, the platform was more than a little full. She checked the time, no point in waiting for the next lift, she was already going to be later than she’d like. And, also, one of the Krogan was Urd, and that, at least, meant a bit of entertainment.

“There are things in my personal belongings that C-Sec might not want to acknowledge,” Rin said with a grin, stepping on to the elevator. She looked at the two Krogan, then settled a mock-serious lock at Urd, “All right, get down here. My leg’s acting up, and your hump looks comfortable.”

Despite his foul mood, Urd couldn’t help but grin back at Rin. “Of course my hump is comfortable. Wrex’s and Shiagur’s genetics wouldn’t allow for anything less!” He settled down lower onto his knees so that Rin could, with his assistance, clamber on top of his hump into a sitting position. “Are they bringing you along for the mission?”

Rin laughed. The tension between the two Krogan was electric, but her leg actually did hurt, and she hoped she could lower the temperature a little. She hooked her living hand into a convenient spot on Urd’s armor, holding herself in place while he let her settle into position - a place that put her about eye level with Tak. She grinned, and assayed a small wave before addressing Urd again.

“Oh, that’s actually really nice,” Rin said, stretching her artificial leg, “Thanks. And yes, they seem to want me along for the ride this time.” She grinned, “I suppose there are worse things than spending time around Asari.”

Tak had eyed off with the human for a moment, noticing the slight discrepancy of the green in her eyes, before breaking off to analyze the rest of her form. Her scent was thick with an artificial essence and by the way she moved, it was clear she had been through some type of serious trauma. Was this how all aliens operated? Putting such soft, weak creatures on important missions? No wonder his kin had turned the tide of the war, perhaps they should’ve continued and put the entire galaxy out of this fragile existence.

The tank-bred shook loose his befuddled look, all this bewilderment was becoming too much, images had begun to flood his mind goading him into tearing through everything with a pulse. A loud exhale caught the back of his throat, giving it a growled nature, he just wanted to be free of this infernal box.

Dreklei did not quite understand what had just transpired. Yes apparently the Urd character had some past with the doctor but what she was seeing did not match with any sort of common sense she previously believed was in her possession.

She thanked whatever Gods might be listening as the built up tension and awkwardness was not quite relieved but at least came to be escapeable as the elevator doors once more opened. "Uhhh… nice to meet you!" The Turian pilot managed, before running off to the bridge.

Eustace looked over the edge of his computer at the approaching party coming from the elevator, nodding to Dreklei and Tak whilst hardly suppressing a sigh at the sight of Urd and Severin. “Take a seat.” He suggested, before pulling up a hologram in the midst of the bridge that gave a detailed overview of the building they were to descend upon. “Hopefully by now everyone has read the mission dossier.” the man said. “We depart in about an hour, so get ready to gear up following this meeting.” he said, before turning to give the proverbial stage to Captain Sosa’Numos.

Urd settled into the chair as best he could, Severin still atop his hump. He kept his front towards Tak, and Ruzad constantly watching the Tank-Bred. He didn’t trust there to not be a repeat of last time, honourable promises from his enemy or no.

“Yes. We will be running security for an Asari Matriarch!” Sosa’Numos proclaimed rather excitedly as she looked as the crew assembled, she would have been hopping in place if she were not already seated, though her incessant foot tapping filled the air as she spoke. The captain did, however, maintain a professional posture as she looked over the crew, letting out a giggle before continuing on, “We will be running with two teams, the first will be Takarr Corr and Urdnot Shephurd led by I because, come on, two krogan are the best security options anyone could want. The second team would be Doctor Zahir and Osino Kael led by Seraphim.”

Sosa’Numos looked to the doctor, “You, doctor, will be on stand-by in the event of emergency medical attention.”

“Questions?” Eustace asked, scanning the room. "Comments, concerns?"

“Should we really be bringing the tube on this mission?” Urd spoke, looking over the building. It looked messy. Like a death trap.

“Chalkhos is a primarily asari world, even a century after the Reaper’s ravaged it. This is an asari matriarch. She, and any other asari we are bound to encounter, have no doubt heard about the many atrocities the tankies have committed against their kind. Skinning prisoners alive to make blue drums. Actively torturing the asari prisoners purely because they find the screams of pain amusing. If we want this matriarch to trust us, bringing along something that has a reputation for brutality against her kind doesn’t seem like the kind of thing that would invoke confidence in her. Even if we got as far as that without someone, rightfully, shooting at it and then us because we’re with it. Besides, you don’t need more than me there for security. If you insist though, I would recommend taking Mckenna. Having seen her work on Turgix, she’ll be quite the asset with none of the drawbacks of being hated by the person we’re supposed to be helping.”

Tak raised an eyebrow, the butcher was here? On their ship? The tank-bred’s fists tightened as he recalled the stories from his brethren. No, not here, not now. The krogan thought, there would be time later to decide how to properly digest that information but right now, he needed to be mission focused.

“Captain, as stated, I will kill for you as instructed. If you require further education on the battle tactics of my people, the human femur also made for strong drumsticks.”

Tak turned, looking directly at Urd.

“It worked wonders in demoralising our more emotional enemies.”

Eustace sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Humour me Urd, how will they tell when he - much like yourself - is to be both silent and wearing a helmet? " He said, looking between the two Krogan. "But you have my word, 'Shephurd', if he so much as breathes the wrong way I will make sure that the marketing campaigns regarding the use of a Carnifex pistol against Krogan will be more than proven right upon Mr. Corr. Of course, the same applies to you and the rest of the crew though somehow I doubt any of them will be so… brazen as you my dear Krogan comrades. Cooperation and professionalism is expected of both of you. What I say is of course with the aim of discipline in mind, to prevent a mess-up. Once a mess-up happens of course… well I am sure we can expect similar vindictive promises from the Captain, hmmm, no?" The man finished, giving a meaningful look to both Krogan. It was a look that told them the memory of the ruckus in the Engine rooms was not forgotten and if so soon after it there was yet another disturbance the Krogan would face very generous but egalitarian punishment. But damn if it wasn't hard to ignore the little comment about human femurs.

Even now there were doubts going through Eustace that putting the Krogan together was a bad idea but he kept thinking better have them deal with each other now than learn to work together when it really mattered.

Tak simply nodded in response, feeling more at home now that his superior had threatened him with death for insubordination.

“As you say. No further questions or concerns from me.” Urd replied, settling back into his chair.

"Most excellent!" The Yeoman said, clapping his hands together. "The armoury is at the disposal of anyone who wishes to further garnish their arsenals though I do not think this will be necessary. If that is all then dismissed, the pertinent crew members are expected by the shuttle in forty five minutes."

In the Hills, In the Valleys (fantasy faction RP)

Interested. Technology would be restricted to which setting of inspiration's level? I was thinking of making some sort of Dorfs that got separated from their homeland centuries ago by the local flora and fauna and now strike out on their own for the most part.

Why Is No One Joining My RP (General Advice Thread)

<Snipped quote by Andreyich>

Is it just bad to state my case and feel like everything is against me you know?
I do want to just have that fair shot without being ghosted all the time and have something be in my favor for once and for good.

@rebornfan320

Only digging your hole deeper

Why Is No One Joining My RP (General Advice Thread)

@rebornfan320 u realize all this time spent arguing u could have spent improving your viability as an RPer
by spending time here complaining you're just signalling to half the site "don't RP with me"
honestly at this point I'd quit for a while and just make a new account where all this past can't catch up with you

Why Is No One Joining My RP (General Advice Thread)

Wow this must be such a quality thread for 10 users and 12 guests to be viewing at a time!
EDIT: No but for real take the advice here