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Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch

@PentagonWhite

Behind the Burning Hills: a Very Cheeki Post-Apocalypse RP IntChk

Thabkd.. I'll change it tomorrow. It's 1230 am for me here and I need to sleep.

INCORPORATED: Capitalism Incarnate - [Megacorporation NRP]

If goddamn Electronic Arts enters this I'm out.

INCORPORATED: Capitalism Incarnate - [Megacorporation NRP]

Here's mine here. A Canadian megacorporation who are still pretty damn nice. Its CEO may be a little spacey.

Damascus Robotics Research Corporation

Damascus Robotics Research Corporation

^{"Seeking new solutions."}

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_{Common Name}

Damascus Corp., Damascus Robotics, DRRC, The Big D, Skynet, the Institute

_Origins

The Damascus Robotics Research Corporation, then known as the Rocky Mountains Drone Systems, was first formed in late 2018 in Toronto, Canada, specialising in remote-controlled camera drones. It was a simple company of a dozen people and a small office. But with drones increasing in popularity, the company quickly rose in power, going international and dominating the drone market, even designing models for military use. Things were going well, with the corporation branching out into multiple subsidiary companies. It was here that the company was renamed Damascus Robotics Research Systems.

But then came the Great Collapse of 2031, and the Canadian economy collapsed on itself. Companies went bankrupt, people lost both their homes and their jobs, even the government wasn't spared as it struggled to keep the furious populace under control. While the company took a heavy hit in the first few weeks following this cataclysmic event, it managed to stay afloat, though it was forced to shut down most of its minor daughter companies. The corporation managed to keep running, though it was forced to close several international branches.

Thanks to the Damascus Corporation's advanced drone systems, it managed to keep the rioting Canadian citizens under control through non-lethal methods such as tear gas and shocks. It also used its drones to deliver aid to the affected people not just in Canada but across the globe, providing shelter in the form of massive moving refugee camps. The company quickly rose back to power, and just two years after the Collapse, controlled much of Canada, taking over government duties. The corporation ruled over the country as a benevolent dictatorship, exercising absolute power for the sake of the people. The Canadian people were at least happy with this, and the country entered a period of relative peace.

However, due to rising tensions between rival companies that had also taken over much of the still-standing governments, it was forced to arm itself, creating its military wing, Damascus Security Service (DSS), made up of former soldiers, law enforcement officers, and international mercenaries, not to mention thousands of military drones. This new military provided security for the people, and protected them from threats, both exterior and interior.

Over time, the corporation began to stray away from its peaceful ways, and began to research and manufacture advanced weapons, much to the disdain of the populace it controlled. The company reassured its citizens that it was for their protection, but they refused to hear them out and attempted a coup. Suffice to say, it failed. The insufficiently-armed ragtag group of civilians were mercilessly cut down by the DSS. Survivors were publicly executed.

Damascus' rule became much more authoritarian after that, stepping up security around the country and sending out 'hit squads' to terminate suspected rebels. Despite this, however, the corporation still continued to listen to the needs of its citizens and try to help them the best they can. This is why the company is seen by most to be the lesser of two evils, normally viewing them as the lighter shade of grey.

_Leadership

The Damascus Corp. runs its company just like any other before the Collapse: a large company run by a board of directors which in turn is overseen by a CEO. It is currently lead by CEO Joseph Adams, a revolutionary thinker who followed in the footsteps of Stephen Adams, his father and former CEO of the company who was in power before and after the Great Collapse. The now-deceased CEO was the main reason Damascus was now in control of Canada.

Besides this, Damascus Security Service is run by multiple generals, fitting for such a large military. They normally function as advisors for the Board of Directors.

_{Major Industries/Brands/Subsidiaries}

Damascus Security Service (Private Military)
Canadian Industries (Manufacturing)
Frontier Research (Research and Development)
Rocky Mountain Drone Systems (Robotics) (Origin)

_{Company Culture}

Being a company that was formed in Canada, the Damascus Corporation celebrates traditional Candian celebrations such as Canada Day, Victoria Day, and Seal Clubbing Festival. It is a company that believes strongly in good virtues, listening to the complaints and problems of citizens, and tries to help them best they can. As a corporation whose main focus is the field of robotics, they strive to create more advanced and humanlike constructs, believing that these synthetic beings would be an improvement over humanity, and most vital personnel intend to upload their brains into these machines so that they can continue to serve even after dying. It is normal for robots to malfunction and go on a rampage, but employees see it as the only way to succeed is through failure.

_{Security Detail}

The Damascus Security Service (DSS) serves as the corporation's military and main security force. It is a well-armed professional fighting force equipped with only the best the company has to offer. Every soldier wears body armour and a powered exoskeleton that allows for greatly increased strength and the ability to use boosters built into the suit. Foot soldiers are supported by heavily armoured war machines that are perfectly capable of tearing through weaker armies with ease with railgun weapon systems. Besides this, organic human soldiers fight alongside robotic soldiers made for the sole purpose of combat known as Synths.

_Territory

Joseph Adams

Joseph Adams

^{"Welcome to the future."}

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_{General Information}

Joseph William Adams
52
Male
16th May 2047

_History

Joseph Adams is the first and only son of Stephen and Cynthia Adams, the then-CEO and Head Researcher, respectively. He was born on a crisp spring day in 2047, more than a decade after the Great Collapse. Immediately, his parents knew that he was destined to be the next CEO and began to teach him everything they knew, from Stephen's management skills to Cynthia's brilliant scientific knowledge. Joseph began to learn far faster than everyone thought, already taking control of an entire office when he was just in his late teens. When Stephen stepped down from power in 2072 and appointed his son to be the next leader of the company, Joseph eagerly accepted and was quick to adjust, making some of the best decisions ever seen in company history. Some time after this, he adopted a young boy named Glover, eventually becoming the commander of the elite branch of the DSS known as the Damascus Overwatch.

_Personality

Calm and the last one to crack under pressure, Joseph is exceedingly polite and professional to his employees and citizens. He is known for his rather supernaturally good leadership skills, which is why civilians look up to him and praise him, ever-grateful for the time of peace the country is in. The Joseph behind locked doors is a man of susceptible cunning. He will constantly send out DSS hit squads to eliminate suspected terrorists, sometimes these 'terrorists' being innocent people who just happened to have too much power. Joseph would normally reassure the public that he had taken out wanted criminals, framing the people. This is all to preserve his public image. After all, he followed in the footsteps of his father before.

_Relations

Stephen Adams (father), former CEO, deceased
Cynthia Adams (mother), former researcher, deceased
Glover Adams (adopted son), Damascus Overwatch commander, alive
Baxter (dog), pet cyborg dog, alive

Heavy Mettle: Mercenaries (Open, accepting one more)

@MonkeyBusiness @Venku

You guys are officially out.

@Elle Santiago Please confirm if you want to stay in this RP.

@Shadowman215 You're free to join.

INCORPORATED: Capitalism Incarnate - [Megacorporation NRP]

Aw, shit. I totally forgot I signed up for this. My CS will probably go up later today or tomorrow.

Expedition 13

@malmshodes @Xyo @Sam12435

Hey, guys. I believe you signed up for this.

Behind the Burning Hills: a Very Cheeki Post-Apocalypse RP IntChk

Hey, sorry if I'm a little late in creating my character. I had to do some research first.

Kiril Kuznetsov

Kiril Kuznetsov

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  • Kiril
  • Tracker
  • Forge
  • Scrap
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  • 36
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  • Male.
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  • Jaded, cynical, and slow to trust, Kiril prefers to work alone, seeing others as burdens to his work. He enjoys peace and quiet, and absolutely hates it when someone intrudes his privacy. Most of the time they would either get a warning shot, or when Kiril is just having a bad day, a bullet to the brain. He is motivated by money, which is why he came to the Zone in the first place. However, he also has serious psychopathic tendencies, and he is somewhat sadistic as a result. Often, he would capture a bandit or some wild animal and proceed to torture them to death, before throwing their bodies out. Despite his questionable sanity, Kiril comes off as polite enough but blunt to strangers.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  • Kiril was born in Yakutsk, Sakha Republic, Russia to a family of middle-class workers. His family had managed to avoid the destruction of Western Europe thanks to living far east enough to escape the blastwaves. His father was a mechanic, and his mother was a nurse. The two of them thought him their skills, although he seemed to be far more interested in the art of fixing things rather than healing people. He was already fixing broken appliances around his family home before he could even do basic math. Hunting was a favourite pastime of his father, and he would often bring young Kiril along, which he greatly enjoyed. At the age of nine he fired his first gun, his father's old Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle. It was more or less a family heirloom as it belonged to his grandfather, a Red Army soldier who had fought in the Second World War and had been lucky enough to survive it. In fact, he was one of the many men who participated in the Battle of Berlin, and proudly saw the tattered Nazi flag taken off and replaced by the glorious Soviet flag fluttering in the wind.
    
    Inspired by the acts of his grandfather, he joined the Russian Armed Forces. He had enough skill to become a sniper, and served in the military for five years, becoming a sergeant during that time, before he was discharged due to developing psychopathy after he was discovered torturing numerous animals, laughing the whole time. The cause of this development is unknown, such that even Kiril himself is unsure. With nothing to do, he wandered around Russia in search to find a job that suited his interests. Several years rolled by without any success, and his family had fallen on hard times. Desperate, he tried once more, and eventually came to hear of a location known as the 'Zone' in the battered remains of Western Europe. Apparently, it was good money finding old machinery and pre-war tech. The people who lived there were known as 'Stalkers', scavengers, more or less who made a living by hunting for old technology. Sure, there was a similar one in Chernobyl, Ukraine, but the Zone that had formed in Western Europe was much more recent, and as a result probably had better stuff. Besides, the entire region had been ravaged, and maybe even bits of old government secrets could be scavenged. Convinced that this was his true calling, Kiril suited up, used whatever money he had left to buy some gear and weapons, and headed into the unknown.
    
    The years spent surviving would prove to be hazardous, with bandits trying to take his head off and dangerous mutants wanting to eat him alive. As a result, he has become jaded, cynical, and extremely distrustful. However, he was still fairly well-known throughout the Zone for his legendary accuracy with his Dragunov, and his excellent tracking skills, earning him the name 'Tracker'. He also became to be known as either 'Forge' or 'Scrap' due to his mechanical skills, easily repairing broken equipment, and building improvised gear and parts from scrap metal.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  • Dragunov Sniper Rifle, with a muzzle suppressor.
  • Makarov Pistol
  • Spetsnaz Machete

Wait, so my character is the only actual Russian here?

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch

"Hey, River, wake up, dammit!" Said Private First Class Ethan Graves, shaking the fallen body of his squadmate, his ACAR behind his back, fixed in place by a set of magnetic grips. River had fallen for no reason. Yes, she dropped a box of Vaskran energy cells all over the place, but it appeared that she bent down to pick one of them up, before collapsing. The whole of Echo Squad (or those in the same room, anyway) was currently staring at the unconscious form of Echo's feisty rifleman.

"What the hell just happened, man?" Private Tyler Webbs asked, making his way over to Graves and crouching next to him.

"I don't know. She picked something up and then collapsed. She's not waking- oh, hello." He was hit with a surge of relief as River's green eyes blinked open, followed by her asking 'where am I' in an awfully confused tone. Graves chuckled and helped her back to her feet. "You're in the armoury, remember? You passed out five minutes ago." He ran some checks on her, patting her down and brushing some dirt off her armour. "You should be fine. We got what we came here for. Come on, we're heading back to the Interloper."

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The first thing Riley saw when she came to was the sight of a young man bending over her, gently touching her. Her combat training flared up and she kicked his hands away. "Hey, hands off, asshole!" She cried, shooting up to her feet and assuming a defensive position. She reached for her sidearm, normally holstered by her left hip, only to come into contact with some soft cloth. She growled and reached for her knife instead, also not finding it there. Frantically, she patted down the rest of her dress to find-

Wait.

Dress?

"What the fuck?" She screamed, lifting up and feeling the soft material. "What the fuck did you do to my armour?" She spun around, noticing the strange architecture of her surroundings. She wasn't in a metal room filled with weapons, she wasn't surrounded by her trusted squadmates, hell, she wasn't even in a forest anymore. "Where the fuck am I?" She raised her fists, when she noticed something.

These weren't her hands.

Riley slowly uncurled her fists and stared at them. Too small and pale to be. "What the-" And only then did she notice that that wasn't her voice either. It was too high and clear to be, as opposed to her deeper and more mature-sounding voice register. Frozen in one place, too shocked to move, she could only ask one question.

"What the fuck happened to me?!"

@PentagonWhite

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch

UEG Colony World Stanza, Caeli Star System
Vaskran Outpost, White Forest
March 6, 2845
0820 Hours

The battle was over before it began. The Colorado-class heavy frigate UEGNC Interloper had jumped in-system and managed to avoid the few Vaskran patrol ships here and there, and launched several DTT-143 Vulture dropships which quickly slipped into the atmosphere of the heavily-forested temperate planet a few thousand lightyears away from Earth.

The ships had silently dropped off some troops in Stanza's White Forest, and snuck up on a Vaskran outpost in the middle of the dense cluster of trees. The aliens inside didn't suspect a thing, mostly because it was early morning and the weather was cold, not very good for cold-blooded creatures such as themselves even with advanced temperature regulators built into their armour. The perimeter guards were picked off one by one, and Echo Squad made their way into the alien structure. It was small, that was for one, and once the rest of the lizards were taken out, the human soldiers got to explore further.

Specialist Samantha 'River' Riley stared at the curious alien weapons her squad had found in the outpost's armoury, before slipping off her helmet and picking up a strange long-barrelled one. "So what do you think of this, huh?" She asked, holding up the weapon and turning around. The rest of her squad turned to look at her, each giving half-hearted nods and acknowledgements.

"River, put that down." She turned to the source of the voice. It belonged to a man wearing Standard-issue Marine Powered Combat Armour, much like she was wearing. "Remember what we're here for. The cleanup crew can snag a few of those later on." Sergeant Roland Ford, Echo Squad's leader, said. Riley shrugged and put the weapon back down. "You got it, sarge."

"How do we know whatever we're looking for is here, anyway?" Corporal James Weathersby asked in his rather strong British accent. "We've been looking all over the place. I haven't seen this disk-shaped metal thing anywhere."

Ford sighed. "It has to be here. Scanners don't lie."

"What about the time the scanners lead the 552nd right into a trap, huh?" Riley challenged. Ford glared at her, his reflective visor slipping into his helmet to show his scarred face. "I didn't ask you. Now keep looking, all of you!" Riley grunted and went back to searching, when she knocked down several storage containers, spilling alien ammo all over the place.

"Dammit!" She cursed, when she caught sight of something out of place, something foreign in the mess of blue-green cylinders all over the floor. "What the hell?" She asked, picking up the tiny diamond-like object.

That was the last thing she saw before her mind was assaulted by a series of excruciating stabbing sensations, and her vision was replaced by a black void.

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