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Current Finally, we have returned...
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I haven't logged into this for so long so I guess this merits some words of inspiration.... Benis.
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Why are we still here... just to suffer.
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Skidaddle Skiddodle, your d!ck is now a noodle!
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Come from NS, still doing RP's there. So far enjoying myself in this site.

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Name: Ernst Heller
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Nationality: German
Appearance:

Personal Effects:

1. Luger P08 Pistol: A standard-issue sidearm for German officers during WWI, retained by Ernst for personal defense. It's kept in a worn leather holster under his coat.

2. Pocket Watch: A brass heirloom from his father, engraved with the Heller family crest. It holds sentimental value and serves as a symbol of his family’s former status.

3. Leather Wallet: Contains a few Reichsmarks, identification papers, and a photograph of his parents and younger sister from before the war.

4. Cigarette Case: A silver-plated case with a few hand-rolled cigarettes, a habit Ernst picked up during trench life.

5. Small Flask: Filled with schnapps, carried more out of habit than necessity. It provides warmth and a sense of familiarity during moments of uncertainty.

6. German Army-Issue Folding Knife: A practical tool that Ernst keeps for utility, but which could double as a weapon in close combat if necessary.

7. Notebook and Pencil: Used to jot down notes, information, or names of potential allies and contacts.

8. Rosary Beads: A keepsake from his Catholic mother, carried not for religious devotion but as a quiet homage to his family's past.

9. Brown Leather Gloves: Worn during cooler months or when he expects to get his hands dirty, either literally or figuratively.

10. Matchbox: For lighting cigarettes or providing quick illumination in dark or cramped spaces.

Background: Ernst Heller served as a junior officer in the German Army during the Great War, where he gained extensive combat experience on both fronts. Currently, he works as a notary in Munich, using his legal skills to navigate post-war bureaucracy while maintaining ties to his nationalist organization.

Backstory: Born into a prominent Munich family of industrialists, Ernst Heller enjoyed a privileged upbringing with a strong sense of national duty. When the Great War broke out, he enlisted with zeal, eventually serving as a junior officer. Ernst’s combat experience was marked by brutal trench warfare on the Western Front and grueling campaigns on the Eastern Front. His military career was distinguished by tactical skill, but he also witnessed the devastating costs of war, leaving him hardened and deeply cynical.

After the war, Ernst returned to a Germany on the brink of collapse. His family’s business suffered as the economy spiraled, and the Hartmann wealth dwindled rapidly due to reparations and inflation. Ernst, embittered by the outcome of the war and the subsequent chaos, joined the Freikorps—paramilitary units that fought communist uprisings in German cities. He played a direct role in suppressing the Bavarian Soviet Republic, engaging in brutal street battles that shaped his perception of communism as a mortal enemy of Germany.

Now part of a clandestine far-right organization seeking to restore Germany's strength, Ernst’s political activities have grown more intense. While the group speaks of taking decisive action soon, Ernst’s exact role in these plans have been ambiguous to him as he awaits for them to be set in motion, though he sees himself as an instrumental figure in Germany’s resurgence.

Ernst is strategic and methodical, with a sense of honor born from military discipline. While he is slow to trust, he is fiercely loyal to those he sees as kindred spirits. His bitterness towards Germany’s political landscape drives him, but beneath the hard exterior is a man seeking meaning beyond mere vengeance. Ernst is both drawn to and wary of the darker forces that seem to be rising around him, unsure whether they are tools to be used or threats to be confronted.

Late one evening, Ernst received a letter delivered to his modest flat. The handwriting is unfamiliar, but the contents mention a meeting of the “Nachtwache,” supposedly recommended by an unnamed acquaintance. Intrigued and believing it might be connected to his political movement — perhaps a covert recruitment meeting or an opportunity to network — Ernst decides to attend. The venue, a notorious cabaret, struck him as an odd choice, but he assumes it’s a necessary cover. With his Luger hidden under his coat and a mix of curiosity and cautious optimism, Ernst makes his way to the meeting, unaware of the true nature of the group he’s about to join.
Well well well, looks like RPGuild's back in the menu boys!!!
@Superboy Don't worry. We'll wait.
hon hon hon
Matthew Lopez





"I'll have that information for you in a moment, captain."


Lopez's question was put on hold as Ross told him to wait a bit for the info. Lopez didn't say anything, Ross was smart enough to know that Lopez was rather patient with this type of things. The entire passenger bay was shaking as the Nyx took flight into the vacuum of space. The empty aura of such darkness made Lopez's skin crawl as he looked out the windows of the passenger bay. The other marines and members of the science team also looked over to their closest windows to admire such a sight as the unknown planet came into view, so massive, so hopeful.

Lopez turned away from the window to check his weaponry and gear. His Merlin pistol fully loaded, his ARX rifle as well. Grenade rounds ready, rockets ready, thrusters too. He looked over his arm pad to skim through the mission objectives once more, it felt like ages since he had lead a mission, especially to an unknown planet. He still vividly remembered the last days on Earth, his home Mars. The day he buried his wife on that hill where they had once passed so many days together. He had to do this, for her, for his son, for all of them.

Ross finally came back with the info after a few minutes. His voice sounding over the comms on Lopez's rig.

"Computer calculates around forty five minutes. Hope you brought a deck of cards, captain." Elijah grinned. "This'll take a little while."


"Roger that, Ross." Lopez replied while looking at the others who were still either looking out the windows or trying to hold in the feeling to vomit out of the nervousness.

"Not my first time having to wait Ross. We'll be fine, just give me a holler when we're close to landing." Lopez followed his first remarks as he finished his reading on mission objectives. This would be a long day.
@13org

Sorry about that, just didn't find a way to really bump into here tbh. Sorry :c
Matthew Lopez





"Go there, get some nice samples and come back. Godspeed Nyx. Admiral Locke, out."


Was the last words Lopez heard from the Admiral as the gates of the Nyx's rear began to close, hiding the last shed of light from the bay as the rows of passenger seats were filled with Marines and scientists, all nervous or excited to see this new world. Perhaps they all had the two feelings mixed within them. Lopez had not sat down, he stood up along the corridors of the ship's passenger bay, full armor and carrying his ARX rifle on his back. His heartbeat began began to race as he tried to keep a tough impression on the men and women among him, indeed despite his own uncertainty he remained with the stiff and rough demeanor he had always possessed among his own.

"Listen up people, both Marines and civvies alike, we don't know what we will encounter down there. I suggest to the scientist team that you keep close to my people and ready for a quick extraction if need be. No one wanders off alone, and you all listen to my orders. Marines, I expect the best of you, Sergeant Cavill is second in command and I expect you all to follow her lead if anything happens to me. Be effective, be smart, and be ready for anything. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" Lopez paused for a response.

"SIR, YES SIR!" Every single Marine chanted off the top of their lungs.

"Good." Lopez said with a small smirk in his face. He moved along the seats, passing by the scientist crew and finally setting himself on his own seat. The ship had began to take flight. Some minor turbulence took place, it startled some of the scientist crew, the Marines not so much.

"Ross, everything is set down here. What's our ETA?" Lopez asked over his comms to his fellow commander.

@13org
Yes, sorry for haven't post. Busy times and also waiting for Sep to move things along. Sorry.
@13org I'll make sure to be a boggle in my next post.
Matthew Lopez





After the meeting was over the Captain quickly headed to the elevator passed the bridge, expecting the results of the field tests by Harrison. On his way down he couldn't help but feel doubt as he thought more and more about the potential dangers. No accurate life scans or radars, a massive structure on the surface of the planes, could be a massive Devastator encampment, the minute the arrived to the planet there could be a Devastator fleet right at the other side of it. A single Devastator cruiser could cause massive damage to the Vitae, and though they had the armament, they didn't have enough firepower for a prolonged battle. Lopez would be the first to jump into a starfighter if need be, but a hundred or so human fighters against an entire fleet, that was simply impossible.

Lopez sent a call through his arm pad to Harrison. A slight beat followed as he awaited an answer. Suddenly the face of Harrison appeared through the pad, the lieutenant was still in full armor and it seemed like the simulation had ended.

"Captain, sir. How was the me-"

"How did the field testing go lieutenant?" Lopez interrupted, he didn't want to bother discussing the meeting.

Harrison was a bit shook by the Captain's sudden question, but he looked at the results and answered. "Well, we're wrapping up down here. Cavill's unit scored a 97% on the field test, with an average score of 95% on trials. The highest of both company A and B." Harrison seemed to be sure of Cavill's unit ability for whatever was coming, though it all could just be another field day test, which would be a disappointment for the troops, as much as they tried to showcase enthusiasm, everyday the morale just felt weak and the soldiers uninspired.

"Alright, get her team ready and in full live combat gear. I wan't them all assembled for away mission at the hangar by 1300 hours. Understood?" Lopez said with the usual rough and tough tone of his warrior like demeanor.

"Understood captain. I'll rally them and we'll be ready." Harrison was about to hang before Lopez added something.

"You're staying this time Lieutenant." Lopez said, he wanted his second hand to remain at the ship, he himself would lead the mission and in case of the worse possible scenario the troops would need a person they could trust to carry the mantle of commander.

"I... Sir, I-"

"That's an order lieutenant. You're in charge of the remaining contingent while I'm off. See you at 1300." And with that, Lopez hung up. He was not heading to the training complex, but to the cryo chambers. Before he went off to that unknown planet, he wanted to make sure he knew what happened to him if he didn't come back.
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