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Humanity's Last Army

I've always been partial to the fn p90 It has this 'alien' or 'futuristic' look to it... or it did before SG-1 popularized it. Other than that I've always been a fan of the h&k g36, even have an airsoft replica

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@Mae Good to know, thanks

Also... this:

Before reincarnation: "I wanna go for ginger."

Ginger!

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Fail!!

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Starkissed

Yes, how will our appearance change upon reincarnation? Do we chose what we look like after each death or maybe it would be randomized... In terms of gender as well?

Starkissed

I do believe I'm interested

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Aoife Quinn

Name: Aoife Quinn

Age: 33

Assignment: Rogue research specialist /specializes in ancient civilizations believed to be myth, the Hollow Earth theory, the connection between the forgotten civilizations and humanity's ancient civilizations/

History: Aoife began her academic career as an ancient history and archaeology student in Trinity College in Dublin. After finishing her studies and obtaining her PhD in Ancient History, she soon became disillusioned with her peers and their inability to accept new evidence and the more out there theories. Hiding behind extrapolated information, assumptions and subjective conclusions, repeated over and over in the course of the years so much so that they were elevated to the status of fact, her colleagues closed their eyes to new discoveries, obtusely calling the white black and often times even playing dumb.

Disgusted with the mainstream academia she labored to distance herself and pursue other venues of investigation. She was quickly relegated to the status of 'rogue' scientist or the more offensive 'pseudo-scientist'. She didn't care. Those assholes from mainstream academia were so blind they couldn't even see the evidence of water erosion on the Giza Sphinx, as proven by Boston University geologist Dr Robert Schoch, dismissing it offhand without even bothering to disprove it.

And when asked if it was possible that a more ancient civilization might have sculpted the Sphinx. They simply reply: "Of course it is not possible for one reason. No single artifact, no single inscription, or pottery, or anything has been found until now, in any place to predate the Egyptian civilization more than 5,000 years ago." Of course they had to eat that reason with a side of french fries upon the discovery of Göbekli Tepe - dated by the archaeologists to have been founded/constructed about 11,500 years ago and abandoned and intentional buried about 9,000 years ago.

The Minerva Archive followed closely the career of the young rogue historian and her penchant for the less favored theories, lines of inquiry and investigation. Aided in her roughish investigations by a vast knowledge and practice in a number of martial art she was deemed to be a perfect candidate for a field researcher.

Aoife Quinn was recruited on {REDACTED} serving as an agent of the Minerva Archive for {REDACTED} to date.

Active investigations: [CLASSIFIED]
Archive entries perused: [CLASSIFIED]

Humanity's Last Army

Mo froze for a nanosecond at the sight of the charging Griks, remembering that faithful day thirteen years ago when one such monstrosity had hacked her Dad in two. To this day her reaction seeing one was always the same. A paralyzing terror for a nanosecond, followed by a cold anger. She gripped her rifle with her bionic arm, her real one taken by that same Grik and his single fatal slash. She didn't feel her new appendage. Could not feel the cold steel of her rifle. She knew there was a teeny-tiny servo-brain implanted in hers, which made the thing work. And, oh, work it did. Beautifully!

She looked about her and the mass of soldiers. Most were rookies, but some looked like they'd held a gun before boot camp. Most looked terrified, and rightly so. The Bulwark armies were no joke. Some had a determined look about them. Good! They'd need it. If they wanted to survive this. She heard the Captain shouting for them to get ready.

“AIM!” Captain Faraday instructed.

Mo touched her cheek to the stock of her rifle and sighted a target calmly. Come on, you bastards. Come, I greet you with open arms!

“FIRE!” Came the thunderous order of the officer.

Rifles sang in a beautiful symphony of percussive sound.

The Grik were a sprinting mass of hit-points. They did not care for wounds, they would keep going on pure rage alone. But still they were massive and a single shot was unlikely to take them down. The best tactic with them was stagger and finish with vital organ shot. Mo kept with her breathing while sighting her shots. Breathe in. Hold. Fire. Exhale. Repeat! Griks began falling down like fell trees. But that did little to falter the Bulwark advance as the other Griks simply ran over their dead.

From somewhere up top she heard the sound of a high-powered rifle. A sniper! Yeah, that could take a Grik with a single shot Mo observed as pale white heads began exploding one after another. Mo grinned. Want to take what's ours? Like hell we'll give it freely! Mo thought darkly. More like we'll have you return what you've stolen from us, you bastards! She didn't allow her anger to burn hot. She instead sharpened it to a cold blue flame, taking Griks down meticulously with every two-three shots.

"RELOAD!" She shouted stepping back from the front line to replace her mag. Her place was immediately taken by a giant of a man with a fresh clip in his rifle. He seemed pale as the milk her Nana gave her every night before tucking her in.

"Give'em hell!" She shouted at the man while switching out her mag.

Humanity's Last Army

I'll work on something today

There, it's a bit on the short side but, will move us along. Wasn't sure about projectile weapons or energy/pulse, but decided on projectile. Hope it works

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

I have a question... If I split my group up... Can I post from the perspective of the characters Vokeera is not with at the moment?

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Aoife sped up her chopper in frustration. It can't be true! She argued with herself. All the research! All the information! All the data! All the knowledge! Not again! She twisted the clutch and up-shifted yet again, the Yamaha Virago growling fiercely beneath her. Those God Damn penny counting bureaucrats! What did they know about real knowledge? True mystery and the rush to follow the thread to unravel it?!? Nothing! Power! They thought they had power! Ha! If they new the things she'd uncovered they'd shrivel up and deflate like a loose balloon.

Traffic was nonexistent to where she was heading. No one knew where she was heading. Because to everybody, where she was heading didn't exist. Oh, but it did! And it was marvelous. Magnificent! And they wanted to destroy it. Destroy it! No, it can't be true! She chastised herself again. I'll talk with Dr Pierce and he'll sort this misunderstanding out. Because that's what this is. A huge misunderstanding. She'd finally found a place where she belonged. Where she wasn't a wack job scientist or pseudo-scientist. There she was understood. She wasn't ridiculed for her outlandish theories, because they were supported by the information contained within the facility. She couldn't allow it to be destroyed. She wouldn't! She up-shifted to the final gear and the chopper roared with raw power. She all but flew the last few kilometers to the secret location of the Minerva Archive facilities. The bike broke it's momentum in an angry ark, finally quieting down as it's rider turned off the motor and kicked the stand down, dismounting.

Aoife removed her helmet and rushed towards the building. She suffered through all the security checks and scans and finally inside the belly of the beast she sprinted through the corridors of the Archive like a mad woman. Corridor after corridor she searched for her quarry. Finally she spotted the man she was looking for and rushed him from behind.

"Dr Pierce... Dr Pierce!" She shouted, grabbing the older man by the shoulder and twisted him towards her. "Tell me it's not true!" She demanded. "Tell me it's just a silly threat from a pencil pusher somewhere." She looked desperate now. "Tell me they are not closing the Minerva Archive down." She whispered almost out of breath and fuel.

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@PolybiusIf you think it'll help I'll get a post up in the IC