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Carver

_THE
"We're all gonna die one day, might as well make some cash doing it."

Description:

Name: Captain Howell Carver
DoB: 2939 (56)
Gender: Male
Rank: Commander
Bio: Growing up in the colonies he was a talented mechanic from a long line of proud Navel men. Learning to fly at a young age he became an ace pilot during the colonial war, however Howie Carver was fighting on the wrong side. The losing side.
For six long years he fought fiercely for the colonial republic against the empire. He believed in what he fought for, thought it was the right thing. He learnt the hard way that there's no justice in this universe except only that which you make for yourself. The war was unsustainable, lives and resources became scarce for the republic while the empires wealth seemed endless and their reach near limitless.

Like many others he eventually gave up, salvaged what he could and slipped away into the darkness of the edge of space. Regrouping with friends, family and other survivors.
The next 10 years were hard, barely scraping by, living in hiding and on the run. Howie's natural skills as a mechanic, pilot and leader were put to good use as he helped move goods and people about. Smuggled them into or out of planets. Salvaged wrecks. Tracked down those lost at war and reunited families, or at least gave closure.

He built grateful contacts from both sides of the war and found a new focus and reason to fight upon the discovery of the insectoids.
But by the time he gathered a team, got the permission, acquired the resources and was given the OK, it was already over.

Now with one of the earliest incarnations of the modern mercenary factions, his specially acquired team was quickly snatched up into the chaotic corporate wars. Things got bloody and messy, money is a powerful motivator that led to backstabbing and betrayal.

Even though nearly dying and being out of the game for quite some time while recovering and adapting to his new cybernetics, flying was all he had and all he had known. He quickly put together a new team and eagerly joined in under the newly forming, much approved, Mercenary Federation.

He is an old man that has played a part throughout much of modern mercenary history. He is known by many and a strong believer and bastion of the republic. Despite his age he is still one hell of a pilot with an invaluable wealth of knowledge based on personal hardships and experience.

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Lantallian Mercenaries Guild

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Motto:
"Professionalism ensured"
"Safety guaranteed"
"Risk free anonymity"

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Company Name: Lantallian Mercenaries guild.
Specialty: Ship to ship / stealth.
Bio: Carver believed in quality over quantity and built his team from the best of the best that were available after the end of the colonial war. A special op's team. Their reputation only grew as their corporate achievements amassed. Their wealth became blatantly visible along side their companies 'unusual' success.
Having reached the top of their game it was no surprise that they had to fall. A large target was stained on Carvers back and he lost it all.

A humbler and wiser man, still addicted to the game, he started again from the ground up. With the support of the Mercenary Federation behind him he continued on vowing not to make the same mistakes again.

Lantalian Forces

2IC

Arex

_{THE MAN ON THE FLOOR}


'Info'

'Mission History'

Stealth

Stealth Squad

_{SHADOW TEAM}


'Info'
Equiped with silencers, motion trackers, and sound dampeners, they are also able to bypass standard security systems.

'Mission History'
Pirate raids in Alpha Centauri:
Allied with IMPSEC.
-_{Manny's Mechs, NCBW}
Mission success captured pirates alive.

Fighter

LMG Fighter ships

_{Viper Mark II}


'Info'

'Mission History'
Pirate raids in Alpha Centauri:
Allied with IMPSEC.
Mission success although many Pirates fled.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

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Arex Thorn

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In the smothering blackness of the crushing irate sand, Arex lost more hours and days struggling below than he did marching aimlessly above. If it were not for the ancient symbiont wearing him like a suit, Arex would have surly perished and remained forever unfound beneath the grounds of Rzail.
But the ancient creature within that writhed about around his innards was not ready to die. It needed a suitable host and would not let him go so easily. After so long of feeding off each other Arex finally emerged, clawing his way out of his sandy grave, sucking in deep gasps of freedom, continuously fighting against the pulling force trying to drag him back down and under. His story would not end here.

Covered from head to toe in the thick wet muck, a very cold and tired Arex collapses on the dirt, almost instantaneously passing out from exhaustion. Sounds and shadows come to dance around him but he is too far gone to even stir...

Fresh oxygen slowly brought new life into his aching body. This was a horrible place to be abandoned.

Sci-fi mercenary simulator

So I imagine there will be a bit of Merc vs Merc warfare.
I'm not exactly sure how that will go down with the white flag rule.

One Merc team is hired to steal something while another to protect it.
The protectors surround it and put up a white flag.

"Can't kill us"
"Well get out the way!"
"No"
"Um, please?"

Obviously white flag must also mean defeat and failure?

Edit:_{Anyone under the mercy of a white flag who continues to or further seeks to fulfil their contract/ hinder another's, voids their right to and warrent of mercy/protection.}

Sci-fi mercenary simulator

Hi!

Interested :)
Idea so far.

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Carver

_THE
"We're all gonna die one day, might as well make some cash doing it."

Description:

Name: Captain Howell Carver
DoB: 2939 (56)
Gender: Male
Rank: Commander
Bio: Growing up in the colonies he was a talented mechanic from a long line of proud Navel men. Learning to fly at a young age he became an ace pilot during the colonial war, however Howie Carver was fighting on the wrong side. The losing side.
For six long years he fought fiercely for the colonial republic against the empire. He believed in what he fought for, thought it was the right thing. He learnt the hard way that there's no justice in this universe except only that which you make for yourself. The war was unsustainable, lives and resources became scarce for the republic while the empires wealth seemed endless and their reach near limitless.

Like many others he eventually gave up, salvaged what he could and slipped away into the darkness of the edge of space. Regrouping with friends, family and other survivors.
The next 10 years were hard, barely scraping by, living in hiding and on the run. Howie's natural skills as a mechanic, pilot and leader were put to good use as he helped move goods and people about. Smuggled them into or out of planets. Salvaged wrecks. Tracked down those lost at war and reunited families, or at least gave closure.

He built grateful contacts from both sides of the war and found a new focus and reason to fight upon the discovery of the insectoids.
But by the time he gathered a team, got the permission, acquired the resources and was given the OK, it was already over.

Now with one of the earliest incarnations of the modern mercenary factions, his specially acquired team was quickly snatched up into the chaotic corporate wars. Things got bloody and messy, money is a powerful motivator that led to backstabbing and betrayal.

Even though nearly dying and being out of the game for quite some time while recovering and adapting to his new cybernetics, flying was all he had and all he had known. He quickly put together a new team and eagerly joined in under the newly forming, much approved, Mercenary Federation.

He is an old man that has played a part throughout much of modern mercenary history. He is known by many and a strong believer and bastion of the republic. Despite his age he is still one hell of a pilot with an invaluable wealth of knowledge based on personal hardships and experience.

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Lantallian Mercenaries Guild

Graphic:

Motto:
"Professionalism ensured"
"Safety guaranteed"
"Risk free anonymity"

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Company Name: Lantallian Mercenaries guild.
Specialty: Ship to ship / stealth.
Bio: Carver believed in quality over quantity and built his team from the best of the best that were available after the end of the colonial war. A special op's team. Their reputation only grew as their corporate achievements amassed. Their wealth became blatantly visible along side their companies 'unusual' success.
Having reached the top of their game it was no surprise that they had to fall. A large target was stained on Carvers back and he lost it all.

A humbler and wiser man, still addicted to the game, he started again from the ground up. With the support of the Mercenary Federation behind him he continued on vowing not to make the same mistakes again.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Romus put out the most fancy drinks he could find along with some large mugs.
With a shrug he replied "I dunno, maybe they all got sick or were kidnapped by demons."
He looked down at the table as he spoke, careful not to look her in the face. Fearful of noticing or bringing attention to Elizabeth's eye patch. He knew it was there hidden beneath the long black sleek fringe hanging over half of her face.
"How was your trip?" he asked as he busily found an excuse to scurry back to the bar. "Must of taken a while, who else are we waiting for?"

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Ahem

_{THE TEENAGE ZOMBIE}
"I was wearing gas masks before it was cool!"

Description:

Name: Unknown
Relative Age: 17
Gender: Male

Physical Description:

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Gas Mask Description:

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Personalities:

Personality:
'Which one?'
... Ahem is eccentric, to say the least. He sees the world very differently to most others and his frequent ramblings often don't make much sense. He has an ability to justify nearly anything to himself in some strange way or another. All in all he is a genuine good kid, simple minded and with a short attention span. He is kind and friendly, valuing friendship and companionship highly. He does not like being alone.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Physically he is a zombie. He functions in ways normal humans can't. He can't starve or drown or be murdered without some massive head trauma. He also doesn't heal to well. Any and every cut or hole lasts with him for ever.
His mental rational is linked directly to his level of hunger. If he goes too long without eating he truly becomes a brain dead flesh eating monster.
Philosophy: He's all about just having fun and doing what he feels like. You only live once after all.
Strange Behaviors:
He has a tendency and urge to occasionally eat living flesh.
Talks to a kitten skeleton suspended in slime.
Refuses to accept he is a zombie.
Favorite Thing:

Kitty

Kitty is his pet cat. Well the remains of a cat in a strange suspending blob of slime. Ahem is adamant that it is alive and well, despite it never moving. He carries it everywhere he goes always talking to and treating it like a normal cat.

HISTORY:

Job: Teenage angst. Eat all the foods, complain and disobey.
He was too young and rebellious to have started working.
Story: Ahem was a young troublesome teen who had a real name and loving family before things all went bye-bye. He had ran away from home with his pet cat, for reasons long since forgotten. Considering himself quite the artist he decided to tag the top of an old grain silo. Instead, falling inside, him and kitty sat out the beginning of the end from within the confines of solid thick concrete walls. As time passed Ahem appeared to fair better than Kitty. But the isolation, solitude, noxious gasses and radiation reeked havoc on his sanity. His mind rotted a little in that silo. Still today he lives in his own little world of optimistic deluded fantasy.

GEAR:

• Back pack: tattered but sturdy. Lots of useful pockets.
• Guitar: electric V, no strings.
• Pocket knife: (multi tool)
• Sling shot: professional grade
• Carbon mesh helmet
• Sleeping bag: weatherproof.
• Canteen: holds water.
• Wind up flash light:
• Plasma lighter:
• Collapsable solar blanket:
• Mobile phone: no signal but full of functions & games.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

"Eurephrian binzap" Arex said naming the liquid as he swirled a shot glass in front of his face, scrunching his nose at the strangely putrid yet sweet smell. There were at least eight more left on the platter.

Liz continued to shuffle off her seat to a standing position. Amy would hear some sort of interaction between her and Arex before Liz spoke up in her bright upbeat bubbly voice. "Jus going to the little girly's room, gotta powder my nose. Amy, care to join me? I don't mind sharing." Her voice went from cute to a little bit sultry at the end. If Amy could see she would notice Liz also wore an expression to match as she smiled and made her way off.

Ignoring Liz, Arex admired the liquid before him. It was hard to realise over the initial burning sensation but the drink was slightly slimy with a speckled dusty texture. It was quite pretty to look at, but maybe that's because he knew it's worth.

His chest inhaled as he sucked in a long slow breath, finding his calm and patience to use against Amy's words.
He wanted to yell at her.
He wanted to slap some sense into her.
He wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her like a child till she understood.
He wanted to punish her ignorance with degrading insult after insult.
He wanted to exaggeratedly roll his eyes and laugh at her.
He wanted to just forget it all, take her hand and leave.

An internal dialog instantly spat out a multitude of replies and answers one after another, all that could easily travel out on his held breath, but alas he releases it without any words. He deflates with that single breath. Tired and mentally defeated. He brings up another shot glass to his lips and slowly tips it into his mouth.

It hurt. There were no two ways about it but one pain covered the other. The external distracting him from the internal. He slams the empty glass down, then on a dry raspy breath still recovering from the shot he whispers. "Good talk" having realised that Amy had already said her piece and was now done.

'That was short. Fuck! Seven more of these.'

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Arex had to wave off the bartender, undoing Amy's call. He had already ordered the drinks for this little game, and it wasn't anything nearly as easy as rum. If she wanted him to talk, really truly talk and open up, then they were gonna have to drink some serious drinks. They didn't have the luxury of time to leisurely play with some soft friendly spirits and Arex was pretty sure that couldn't take any of this money back with him, so he blew it all on some really top shelf vile stuff. It was probably barely legal. The type of drink you are supposed to delicately sip while planning the future of corporate economics in a yacht worth more than a small country.

And it come out on a tray in shot glasses.

Liz eagerly took one, anxious to try the drink she had only heard about. After smelling it and sipping it her eyes went wide and she tipped it onto her already premixed drink.
Arex just stared at her for a second and shook his head.
"She isn't." He flatly replied to Amy's comment about Liz seeming nice. The context of his meaning left unclear.
Arex took one of the many shot glasses off the plate and with a contemplative deep breath, suddenly threw back the small drink in one sharp gulp.
The liquid burnt as it ran down his throat and didn't seem to stop there. It's as if the very gas it emited was on fire. He let out a sharp gasp and blinked heavily as he shook his head shaking off the residual foul taste eating away at his tongue like an acid.

Without words or warning he places a shot glass into Amy's hand.
"But I would." He replied matter-of-factly without effort or care. I would leave you for dead is what he had just said so coldly and without compassion.
For a while it seemed as though that was all he had to say on the matter but then he finally spoke again.
"I wouldn't risk my neck for you and I wouldn't expect it of you either. Most of us didn't choose to be here. Some of us did really bad things before we were thrown onto this clown boat, so why should I risk my life for any of 'em? Why should I expect any of them to do the same?
We're killers, all of us! The only thing that separates you from the target is an order from the 'boss.' Don't think of it any other way doll, your only foolin ya self."
There was an obvious emphasis on the word 'boss' filled with a thick vile disdain.
"I have given you advice twice... What good has it done? Can you even remember what I told you or have you been to busy getting caught up in your fantasy land?"
Arex didn't try to soften his words. He was as cold as ever with a hint of spite. Even Liz distanced herself as she shuffled in her seat and unplugged from the black device in her hand.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Romus heard the approaching horse. There was only one person he imagined it could be. Elizabeth, if so there would need to be more drinks on the table. Romus quickly collected a small assortment of different bottles of spirits and ale from behind the empty bar and placed them down onto the one clean table.
Elizabeth was known to not only be a heavy drinker but a picky one at that.
Romulus hoped to save them both some time by finding the right drink early.