darkwolf687

Colonial Powers NRP (Reboot/New Thread)

Wait, how come he gets to choose what ships he gets for his important characters (Including a ship of the line, which is supposed to be a trait) :/

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Contact

"But of course. After our Overwatch subprogram translated the language it became apparent that it was a zonanese transmission, you are standing on the former planet number 434 of the Zonanese Empire."

Lakfakalle

The agent who had stolen the uniform had exfiltrated shortly after acquiring the food, while the other four agents had manages to set up a teleportation network after the guards and moved away to teleport both themselves and a large supply of food up to the orbiting ships. Deemed a success, they quickly leave space both to study the human weaponry to help determine tech level and best defensive measures to take should they go to war, and also transport their spoils back to a world to be put to better use.

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((Fixed, serves me right for posting from my phone xD))

Wrath turned his head to regard the archangel, but it was not a look of fear on his face but of pure hatred. He remained silent throughout the angels speech, and grunted as the angel flew off into the sky "Fucking pigeon" He muttered and turned his head to the approaching demon, Sable. "What will I do now? Michael won't hold that barrier forever, and the mortals need to leave the house eventually regardless. They probably don't even understand the danger. I'll strike then. Even if they don't come out I know how to bring them out... Agh, This is all her fault. If she hadn't interrupted..." he shook his head slowly "My hounds know how to find me. I'll leave them to watch. And when the time comes, to fetch me their souls. If that bigoted angel comes back, I'll deal with him. Power alone isn't everything, he'll be unable to catch me unless I let him"
He let out a small grunt, and a black hole formed beneath his feet, and from it came two hideous hell hounds, barring their teeth. Of course, to mortals they appeared as relatively normal dogs, unless they choose otherwise. Even Wrath found it stupid to reveal to all of humanity that creatures could climb from a demonic plane to exact the will of the damned.. He turned his head to them slowly
"Watch the mortals, report to me when the Daughter is gone and the angels attention has shifted... You know the rest" He ordered, and the hellhounds barked sharply before dashing off to the side and down a fire escape attached to the side of the building. He looked down to the house below "I'm not losing this time"
The hellhounds just sat in the alley way below, peering out from behind the bins. To the mortals they appeared as mere Yorkshire terriers, and certainly didn't appear out of the ordinary, and one had its eyes trained on the house vigilantly, while the other watched the sky above them. Their regimental behavior was one of the few things that a mortal might realise was out of place... And even then, who would watch them long enough to notice?

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Wrath had been watching the scene unfold from the roof high above, the tall skyline of New York provided an excellent place to watch from and generally remain unnoticed. And his eyes had been fixated on the man.
You see, kidnapping required motivation and a trigger. A motivation had been there, aiming for revenge on the girls father for a certain... Job loss. But the trigger? Haha, Wrath was the trigger. He befriended the man, who had become a drunkard, and through both words and his corrupting Aura turned the mans thoughts to something more insidious than hurling insults over a drink.
And so it was this came to transpire, a step further into madness as the mans drunken rage was unmanaged and easily manipulated. But something happened Wrath had not intended.

That bedevilled daughter of Lucifer, why did she have to interfere? Couldn't she just have kept her nose out from where it didn't belong! He'd teach her to mess with his plans... But he couldn't attack her, she was the daughter of Lucifer after all, and that was one being he currently needed to be aligned with. Lucifer, however, despised mortals and would likely not care if something were to happen to some; Thus he could send a message.
Scowling as the pathetic, cowardly mortal fled, Wrath raised from his crouched position and walked along the edge of the roof tops, watching Arceous from above and stalking her back to the child's house, transversing across the gaps in roofs, dissolving and reforming, any noise drowned out by the sounds of the city
He watched her speak with the mortals from afar, and remained crouched on the roof of a nearby building as he waited for Arceous to leave, a frown spreading across his face

Colonial Powers NRP (Reboot/New Thread)

It would have taken me nearly double to build them myself, even fully repaired these will be sub-standard to my own ships. If I didn't have new age ship building, It would still have cost 5 Billion to build them. It will take less than 1.9 Billion to fix them, I'm sure, after all they are good enough to sail across the continents coast so they can't be in that bad condition. A bit of patching, new sails and possibly some wood work, and they'll be good enough, though I admit when you said they were outdated and damaged I didn't realise how much

Colonial Powers NRP (Reboot/New Thread)

A message has been sent to the lance apologising that the 10 Galleys they had hoped to send to assist in transport are in "Worse condition" than was expected, and as such the Lance will have to make do with the transport already provided, "Hopefully" it continues"Our other allies will be able to make up for the shortfall while the ships are sent to harbour for repairs"

Naval Construction begins on:
One times Ship of the line -9,600,000,000
Two times Brigs - 1,600,000,000 Each
Total cost - 12,800,000,000 Bn

For eyes of the royal court and parliament;
Treasury report
Known expenditure total: 12,800,000,000 + 3,900,000,000 + 500,000,000 = 17,200,000,000
Left over for upkeep = 47,800,000,000
5bn to be invested into governmental and independent research across the empire with the hopes that something may come up
42,800,000,000 Remaining
Colonial expedition costs: ?
Naval Upkeep: ?
Army Upkeep: ?
Infrastructure upkeep: ?
Trade profits: ?
Other inc. Repair costs for unforeseen damage:
Any left over after upkeep shall be banked and used in future endeavours
- Royal Treasury

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Name : Wrath

Age : ?

Race : Demon (Created after his soul was warped by the torments of hell)

Powers (three)

Aura of Anger: Feeling of intense anger and hatred surface in the heart, over time becoming strong enough to drive the weak willed mortals to enact out their darkest thoughts of revenge and deprivation or into a rage. Over time, they become bent to Wraths will, ready to spread their hatred.
Transverse: Allows Wrath to teleport short distances, useful in both combat and transit
Hellhound: From the depths of hell climb two powerful hellhounds, with bites that burn like the fires of hell it's self and with unnatural speed and tenacity which would be found in no mortal breed.

Mastery of what weapon (two weapons) Pistols, Swords

Crushes: There may be or may have been one, but its buried so far below the self destructive desire for revenge that its almost entirely irrelevant

Appearance: Although many parts of his body have been scarred by the searing flames of hell, his face has escaped relatively unscathed, and looking at his face one might consider him to be around twenty. That is, unless you look at his eyes. They display his torment clearly for the world to see, his pain and toil... And his anger, his insatiable thirst for a vengeance he can't obtain. The only scar on his face was clearly caused by a baade of some kind ,and runs relatively deep along his left cheek, which can pull his face into a somewhat mocking expression when angry. He stands tall at around 6'6, a juggernaut of a man... Or rather demon... And is built like a tank.

Some background needed to understand why and how parts of what I wrote above happened: The young boy was interred in hell after quite literally having his soul stolen by a demon. Dumped into the fiery pits of unceasing torment, he did the only thing he could think of doing. He prayed... And prayed... And prayed. Begged and begged and begged. And yet God did not save him, no angels came to rescue him from his ill deserved torment. Over time, he became twisted, bitter and broken. His name faded from memory, his memories faded too as time dragged on, and was alone to face the torment. Vowing revenge against both the demon who placed him here, and god and his angels for their apparent betrayal, he slowly became twisted into an embodiment of the sin of Wrath... Self destructive rage fueled by a lust for vengeance. He became a demon himself, and eventually found that he could escape the prison he had held for so long. The first thing he did with his freedom was set about planning his revenge. Years passed before he finally enacted his revenge upon the demon that had condemned him to hell... And once that was done, directed his attention to developing revenge on god... Infinitely harder. But he would find a way, he knew it, he felt it. He had to exact his revenge, he had to punish God and his angels for his treachery. However long it took, he would find a way
He had escaped his physical prison, but now the walls were in his heart.

Updated.

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Name : Wrath

Age : ?

Race : Demon (Created after his soul was warped by the torments of hell)

Powers (three)

Avenging shadows: A deep black erupts from his hands, consuming all in his path, a physical manifestation of his rage. As thick as tar and as hard to remove, thus restricting movement, this corrosive substance can melt its way through titanium, so own can only imagine the damage it would cause to the skin
Transverse: Allows Wrath to teleport short distances, useful in both combat and transit
Death Hounds: From the depths of hell climb two horrid hell hounds with unyielding loyalty to their master. Their bites burn like the flames of hell its self, their teeth are sharp, jagged spikes protruding from their mouths, some still covered with the flesh of their last victim... And as vengeful and angry as their master.

Mastery of what weapon (two weapons) Pistols, Swords

Crushes: There may be or may have been one, but its buried so far below the self destructive desire for revenge that its almost entirely irrelevant

Appearance: Although many parts of his body have been scarred by the searing flames of hell, his face has escaped relatively unscathed, and looking at his face one might consider him to be around twenty. That is, unless you look at his eyes. They display his torment clearly for the world to see, his pain and toil... And his anger, his insatiable thirst for a vengeance he can't obtain. The only scar on his face was clearly caused by a baade of some kind ,and runs relatively deep along his left cheek, which can pull his face into a somewhat mocking expression when angry. He stands tall at around 6'6, a juggernaut of a man... Or rather demon... And is built like a tank.

Some background needed to understand why and how parts of what I wrote above happened: The young boy was interred in hell after quite literally having his soul stolen by a demon. Dumped into the fiery pits of unceasing torment, he did the only thing he could think of doing. He prayed... And prayed... And prayed. Begged and begged and begged. And yet God did not save him, no angels came to rescue him from his ill deserved torment. Over time, he became twisted, bitter and broken. His name faded from memory, his memories faded too as time dragged on, and was alone to face the torment. Vowing revenge against both the demon who placed him here, and god and his angels for their apparent betrayal, he slowly became twisted into an embodiment of the sin of Wrath... Self destructive rage fueled by a lust for vengeance. He became a demon himself, and eventually found that he could escape the prison he had held for so long. The first thing he did with his freedom was set about planning his revenge. Years passed before he finally enactsd his revenge upon the demon that had condemned him to hell... And once that was done, directed his attention to developing revenge on god... Infinitely harder. But he would find a way, he knew it, he felt it. He had to exact his revenge, he had to punish God and his angels for his treachery. However long it took, he would find a way
He had escaped his physical prison, but now the walls were in his heart.

Halo: WE ARE ODST, Part One: Spooks, Ghosts, and the Devil.

Finally got around to finishing my CS, took me long enough considering I started yesterday xD

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Damn, I had been looking forwards to that. If I can think of something good I'll make another app