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ABOUT ME:
  • Male.
  • EST USA timezone.
  • Been RPing since 2011.
  • Mainly into sci-fi RPs.
  • GM'd and been a player in too many roleplays to list.


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Feel free to hit me up if you wanna RP with me or have a RP idea you think I might be into.

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Well, how much do you know exactly? Are you basically brand new?


I know the lore, like what this RP seems centered around. I can just use the wiki to look up anything I don't know, I think. Like what @Yennefer said, we seem be playing the past.
I joined it. I pretty much just play Football Manager, but hey it's a good idea to have an active Steam group for the Guild.
I'm interested in this, though I'm a bit new to the 40K fandom.
Registering my interest here!
Alas, poor @Sep! I knew him, @Rawk; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!






The ride aboard the Beast was quiet for Michael, the android was focused on the mission. Though he did make some small talk with Dr. Newton, who he was paired up with for the expedition. He believed that she was the only one amongst the assembled crewmen that knew of his true origin. Michael was the pinnacle of calmness on the adventure to the site, his suit filtering in air that he didn't need to survive though he breathed it in through his systems. His mind was calm as well, that was until his eyes wandered and he spotted the buildings ahead of them through a viewport on the vehicle.

Artificial structures, built on this world before the Vitae had arrived to it. A smile came onto his face, a genuine emotional reaction to such a thought. Wonder sparkled inside of his mind. What humans had called dreams would be the closest thing Michael had to what he wanted, to encounter a living sentient extraterrestrial lifeform. He doubted that would occur on this world, the sky reaching buildings appeared abandoned. Michael wanted to spend time on this world, see if they could find any hints of the past occupants. He wished to learn more. A thought of the Devastators crept into his mechanical mind, perhaps the beings that built these structures were like those monstrosities or they were more akin to Michael himself. Peaceful, serene and curious.

He glanced at Dr. Newton as the Beast halted, then once the door began to come open he rose from his feet and walked towards the opening. Michael stared upwards at the orbs, strange creations that made him wonder their purpose. Internally he dug through his data files for anything similar. Perhaps they were long dimmed energy sources, abandoned by their creators along with the rest of the world. As he took more steps towards them he felt his internal systems shutter, the same sensation from earlier returned to him. Only slightly more intense. Perhaps a human wouldn't have felt the increased sensation, but his machine sensors immediately alerted him to it.

Two security officers approached Dr. Newton and Michael, each of them clad in similar suits but clenching weapons. The android understood the reasoning for having armed crewmen on the expedition, he just hoped that caution would be exercised. Both men glanced at the two scientists as they drew nearer, introducing themselves as Agents Edwards and Gurrera. Michael smiled at both of them, returning introductions. Then they started to walk away from the Beast, exploring like the others were. Michael and Mackenzie leading as they walked at a brisk pace. The synthetic man's eyes locked on a pathway a short distance away, it seemed to loop upwards and directly towards what appeared to be a fully intact orb. Before he could say a word, he started up the path, the others following behind him.

"We should be careful, make sure not to get too far from the Beast." Edwards stated as he looked around, Michael sensing a bit of caution in the man's words.

"Of course, safety should be a priority, though exploration is one as well. Who knows what we may find here? It's fascinating." Michael replied with a smirk as they continued to walk upwards, the path metallic in its appearance as it looped around a pillar.

As they moved towards the top, Gurrera looked over the edge. They were moving quite high up. The orb was getting larger in size, closer to the whole group. As they reached the top, the path ceased and a long bridge was in front of them. Michael paused at the start of it, looking over the entire structure. It was sturdy and safe.

"Dr. Newton and I wish to inspect the orb closer, is that alright?" Michael asked both of the security officers in his most polite tone. They didn't have a reason to deny the request that the android could think of. He stared at both men as they thought for a few moments, then Edwards spoke.

"Alright, just be careful. It's quite the drop from all the way up here. Gurrera and I will stay back." The man stated before Michael walked away from them, taking his first cautious footsteps across the bridge.

His boots were the only noise made as he walked, metal against an alien metal. The sensations in his inner working intensified a bit more as he drew nearer to the orb. By his estimates, it was large enough for several people to fit inside. Though he did no intend to do that, nor understood how to enter it.

"I wonder what the purpose of this orb is?" Michael asked Mackenzie as he stood within arms reach of the artificial construct.

Then his arm shot upwards, as he placed his right hand upon it. He felt his systems shimmer, then watched as a light blue flash pulsated over the orb, disappearing within a second. Then the side which the android had touched slowly came open like a mechanical door. As it opened the entire way his eyes shifted towards a stand in the direct center, a small orb, similar in the design to the larger one. It was the size of a baseball, sitting there, almost as if it had been meticulously placed by someone, or something. There was nothing else inside the orb as Michael's sensors cautioned against what as he was about to do. But something strange called out to him and made him step inside of it.

As soon as Michael was the entire way inside the large orb, the door immediately shut behind him, locking out Mackenzie, Gurrera, Edwards and everyone else. He blinked, wondering if something fatal was going to happen to him. If he had just stepped into a trap and doomed all the crewmen. That was far too dramatic a thought, especially for a machine of cold logic like himself. He was in almost total darkness now, the only light the miniature orb. As he slowly walked towards the orb he began to hear something inside of his mind, some language he could not understand despite being a being with total access to all known human languages. It was utterly alien, and fascinating. The extraterrestrial words only grew louder as the android moved closer to the center, his hand hovered above the orb.

The light from the orb was now so bright that it illuminated through his artificial skin and displayed the inner workings of his limb. He stared at this for the briefest of moments, his skeleton, the fiber like wires which encircled that, millions of pieces of complex machinery that made up him. His entire frame was like this, enlightened, it was a bizarre moment which confused Michael.

Then the android grabbed the orb, and unceremoniously yanked it upwards. His entire body shook for a moment as the voices stopped. His breathing had picked up, a natural reaction from an unnatural creation. His eyes were wide open as he looked deeply at the miniature orb. His fingers held it tightly, the light which had illuminated the interior of the greater orb and Michael's inner workings went away. As soon as he had pulled the orb from its pedestal the entire outer orb began to collapse upon itself. Its walls sliding onto the floor which was the only part left as Michael returned to the outside world.

Outwardly he was the same, the only difference being that he now clenched the orb. The android held it out from himself, almost like how Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, had been portrayed as holding the skull of poor Yorick before he went into his monologue in Shakespeare's Hamlet. Then he turned his gaze towards Mackenzie, the two security agents walking towards them both, moving with pace. Michael still felt the sensations within his inner workings, a curious smile on his face.
Grey smoke gently floated in the air, resting against the ceiling before it was sucked away by the vents. It stank of tabac, a distinctive odor that often made people cringe at the stench. Those in the room that could inhale the smell were far too used to it to do such a thing, the originator of the smoke was an armored Quarren. In one of his gloved hands was a ciggara, which the smoke seeped from. Tabac wrapped in rough paper, it was a nasty habit which calmed Zulhg's mind. He held the ciggara between his fingers as he read a datapad, a message from their commanding officer. His squadmates spoke around the room as they all prepared for the next mission.

"I have a few friends at Nar Shaddaa, they know the black market well. Could ship us some weapons that we wouldn't be able to get otherwise," PFC. Venka Janrenk stated, his hands rested on a table, weapons of all kinds spread out on top of it. "These blasters are good, but it's always good to have as much firepower as we can. Especially if we're dealing with the Empire. Can't bring down an AT-AT with a A280."

"Nar Shaddaa is a filthy world, we'd better not be dealing with the Hutts." PFC. Zesson stated as he did one final equipment check. The newest member of Chain-Breaker Squad, the Gotal had his arms crossed as he spoke. Slung over his shoulder was a compact blaster shotgun.

"They're not employed by any dirty slug, I don't ask where they get the weapons, I just know their reliable and reasonable with their prices." Venka replied as he hooked another grenade to the belt of his armor. He was the medic in the squad, in charge of keeping them all alive. It was not an easy job but nothing within the Alliance was.

On one of the side of the room the two hairest members of the squad quietly conversed amongst themselves. A muscular Yuzzem, his fair a medium gray shade. He wore a few pieces of metal over his heavily furred exterior. A thick chest and stomach piece with shoulder pads, the Alliance insignia painted on one side of the chest plating. In his clawed hands he held a DLT-19 Heavy Blaster, it was normally an Imperial issue weapon. PFC. Jaa pulled it from the hands of a dead Stormtrooper and took a liking to the blaster. The other hairy being, a dark brown haired wookie, let out a deep laugh. CPL. Zaghirr used the typical bowcaster his species were known to carry. He clenched it in one massive paw, his vibrosword hooked to his belt near it.

Two of the highest ranking soldiers in the squadron stood near Lt. Bens, SGT. Pana Bren the Givin sniper and 'brains' of the group was doing complicated calculations in his mind. A way for him to mentally prepare for whatever they'd encounter next. His sniper rifle rested against the wall as his skeletal facial features showed deep focus. Near him an Ugnaught carefully pieced together a makeshift bomb, dozens of small bits and pieces were spread around the device as CPL. Onhar Delstee created yet another explosive for his arsenal. He was short in stature, but the best amongst the squad when it came to machinery. His weapon of choice was a heavy blaster pistol, but the soldier had all manner of explosives to choose from.

The sound of a heavy boot twisting against the floor caused each of the soldiers to glance at their leader. Zulhg had dropped his cigarra after he had taken long smoke from his it. The flame extinguished underneath his foot, as the smoke seeped from his mouth. Then he spoke, his voice deep and guttural in tone.

"So we didn't lose any of our own at Anaxes, we got lucky, left with just burns and bruises. But our fellow Rebels we not as lucky as us. We're gonna claim some Imperial dogtags, comrades. Now I think we should get a running tally going amongst ourselves, whoever bags the most Stormies gets a prize. What it will be I do not know. You'd best be honest though, soldiers. I know when you all lie." Zulhg smirked then winked.

"Might even catch us a Moff, one of them stuck up sleemos. We'll meet with Captain Besk shortly to go over the full plan for our squad. Get yourselves ready." The Quarren added as he finished his speech. Chain-Breaker Squad was as ready as ever.

Zuhlg Bens


Age: 33

Species: Quarren

Gender: Male

Rank: Lieutenant

Role: Squad Leader

Unit: Chain-Breaker Squad of Detachment Chakaar.

Appearance: Zuhlg stands 1.8 meters in height, his skin a salmon shade. His eyes are a bright blue color. Visually he looks like a typical Quarren, albeit with a few more scars which he'll gladly talk all about.

Skills:

  • Highly talented marksman with blasters of all kinds.
  • Skilled tactician.
  • He's a good leader, one that demands and has the respect of his squad.
  • Fluent in Galactic Basic and Quarrenese. He understands some words and phrases in Shyriiwook, but can't speak it.
  • Has hand to hand combat and close quarters combat training.
  • Experienced in all manners of Spec Ops operations.
  • As a Quarren he is a strong swimmer that can squirt clouds of ink as a defensive measure.


Weaknesses:

  • He's a bit of a control freak, expects those in his squad to follow his command wholly. When they don't it upsets him.
  • Zuhlg has sadistic tendencies against the Empire, his hate for them at an almost extreme sense. He fully supports the Alliance, but moreso he wants to tear apart the Empire. Has no qualms with torturing or killing anyone in the Empire.
  • His deep hatred of the Empire causes him to be judgmental against even those that once served them then left or became a turncoat. It'll always be in the back of his mind that they were once an Imperial.
  • He displays a bit of arrogance over his own abilities as well as his squad's. He isn't shy in his belief that he and his comrades are some of the best soldiers in the Alliance.
  • He regularly smokes cigarras, it's his way of dealing with stress.


Equipment:

  • A280C blaster rifle
  • DL-44 Blaster Pistol
  • Vibroknife
  • Thermal detonators
  • Multiple sets of battle armors, for different missions.
  • Comlink
  • A wrist mounted grappling spike launcher
  • May carry additional equipment depending on the mission.


History:
Zuhlg Bens was born on Mon Cala, his species' homeworld, a planet they shared with the Mon Calamari. He was born in the Quarren capitol, his family was middle class and his childhood typical until the Clone Wars began. While he was too young to fight in it, his father fought in the Battle of Mon Cala. It was a civil war between the Quarren and Mon Calamari, which also involved both the CIS and the Republic. Zulhg's father died in combat, shortly before it ended and the conflict was resolved.

The death of his father affected Zulhg deeply. His father was always tough to him, but still loved his son. All of it was meant to toughen the young Zulhg for life in the harsh galaxy, which the young Quarren would come to understand. He stayed on his homeworld through the rise of the Galactic Empire. His people didn't know what was going to happen, neither did Zulhg.

Mon Cala was seized and subjugated by the Empire, his people were enslaved by the Imperials, alongside the Mon Calamari. They were forced to build ships for the oppressive Empire, it was brutal, terrible work that resulted in injuries and deaths of his people. Zulhg's mother died in an accident, crushed by a ship part. Zulhg would spend a few more years as a slave, rebellious thoughts forming in his head. Word had begun to spread of the Alliance, and the Mon Calamari were a heavily involved species in it. Zulhg managed to get off world after joining the Rebellion, he had nothing left for him on his homeworld. He was filled with anger and wanted to fight back against the Empire, and eventually free his people.

In recent years, Zulhg has fought all over for the Alliance. He's risen up from the rank of a common footsoldier, having been assigned to the The Keep under the command of Alpha-32. He's earned a reputation as a ferocious combatant with a serious grudge against the Empire. Lt. Bens' also created Chain-Breaker Squad, each of its seven members being ex-slaves commited to fighting the Empire. Zulhg hand picked each of the men under his command in the squad, having worked with several of them in the past. His squad notably fought on Anaxes, an effort that only made them more eager for more combat.

Supporting Cast:
Chain-Breaker Squadron

  • LT. Zuhlg Bens - Quarren, squad leader
  • SGT. Pana Bren - Givin, scout/sniper
  • CPL. Onhar Delstee - Ugnaught, engineer/explosives
  • CPL. Zaghirr - Wookie, rifleman
  • PFC. Jaa - Yuzzeem, heavy weaponry
  • PFC. Venka Janrenk - Nosaurian, medic/rifleman
  • PFC. Mos Zessom - Gotal, rifleman

Zuhlg Bens


Age: 33

Species: Quarren

Gender: Male

Rank: Lieutenant

Role: Squad Leader

Unit: Chain-Breaker Squad of Detachment Chakaar.

Appearance: Zuhlg stands 1.8 meters in height, his skin a salmon shade. His eyes are a bright blue color. Visually he looks like a typical Quarren, albeit with a few more scars which he'll gladly talk all about.

Skills:

  • Highly talented marksman with blasters of all kinds.
  • Skilled tactician.
  • He's a good leader, one that demands and has the respect of his squad.
  • Fluent in Galactic Basic and Quarrenese. He understands some words and phrases in Shyriiwook, but can't speak it.
  • Has hand to hand combat and close quarters combat training.
  • Experienced in all manners of Spec Ops operations.
  • As a Quarren he is a strong swimmer that can squirt clouds of ink as a defensive measure.


Weaknesses:

  • He's a bit of a control freak, expects those in his squad to follow his command wholly. When they don't it upsets him.
  • Zuhlg has sadistic tendencies against the Empire, his hate for them at an almost extreme sense. He fully supports the Alliance, but moreso he wants to tear apart the Empire. Has no qualms with torturing or killing anyone in the Empire.
  • His deep hatred of the Empire causes him to be judgmental against even those that once served them then left or became a turncoat. It'll always be in the back of his mind that they were once an Imperial.
  • He displays a bit of arrogance over his own abilities as well as his squad's. He isn't shy in his belief that he and his comrades are some of the best soldiers in the Alliance.
  • He regularly smokes cigarras, it's his way of dealing with stress.


Equipment:

  • A280C blaster rifle
  • DL-44 Blaster Pistol
  • Vibroknife
  • Thermal detonators
  • Multiple sets of battle armors, for different missions.
  • Comlink
  • A wrist mounted grappling spike launcher
  • May carry additional equipment depending on the mission.


History:
Zuhlg Bens was born on Mon Cala, his species' homeworld, a planet they shared with the Mon Calamari. He was born in the Quarren capitol, his family was middle class and his childhood typical until the Clone Wars began. While he was too young to fight in it, his father fought in the Battle of Mon Cala. It was a civil war between the Quarren and Mon Calamari, which also involved both the CIS and the Republic. Zulhg's father died in combat, shortly before it ended and the conflict was resolved.

The death of his father affected Zulhg deeply. His father was always tough to him, but still loved his son. All of it was meant to toughen the young Zulhg for life in the harsh galaxy, which the young Quarren would come to understand. He stayed on his homeworld through the rise of the Galactic Empire. His people didn't know what was going to happen, neither did Zulhg.

Mon Cala was seized and subjugated by the Empire, his people were enslaved by the Imperials, alongside the Mon Calamari. They were forced to build ships for the oppressive Empire, it was brutal, terrible work that resulted in injuries and deaths of his people. Zulhg's mother died in an accident, crushed by a ship part. Zulhg would spend a few more years as a slave, rebellious thoughts forming in his head. Word had begun to spread of the Alliance, and the Mon Calamari were a heavily involved species in it. Zulhg managed to get off world after joining the Rebellion, he had nothing left for him on his homeworld. He was filled with anger and wanted to fight back against the Empire, and eventually free his people.

In recent years, Zulhg has fought all over for the Alliance. He's risen up from the rank of a common footsoldier, having been assigned to the The Keep under the command of Alpha-32. He's earned a reputation as a ferocious combatant with a serious grudge against the Empire. Lt. Bens' also created Chain-Breaker Squad, each of its seven members being ex-slaves commited to fighting the Empire. Zulhg hand picked each of the men under his command in the squad, having worked with several of them in the past. His squad notably fought on Anaxes, an effort that only made them more eager for more combat.

Supporting Cast:
Chain-Breaker Squadron

  • LT. Zuhlg Bens - Quarren, squad leader
  • SGT. Pana Bren - Givin, scout/sniper
  • CPL. Onhar Delstee - Ugnaught, engineer/explosives
  • CPL. Zaghirr - Wookie, rifleman
  • PFC. Jaa - Yuzzeem, heavy weaponry
  • PFC. Venka Janrenk - Nosaurian, medic/rifleman
  • PFC. Mos Zessom - Gotal, rifleman
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