As humans will always go far with their ideas, but they are limited by what they can find. Money, resources, power, many things can inhibit those limitless ideas. In the 20th century, several of these ideas would change the world and how it worked. Machines that had been thought of the previous put into action during the wars, computers are accelerating the process in which the world worked, nuclear fission heading an arms race which the world has never seen before.
That race would be the downfall of man, an arms race that never really ended. It would change, instead of a nuclear war, it became one of money and greed. Machines would replace humans in factories, services slowly were automated, and humanity no longer needed itself to thrive. The world descended into a utopia, where machines served mankind's wish.
The machines were eventually made autonomous, with the partnership of mankind they had become sentient, and partners with man. Treated as equals, and some even began wearing synthetic masks to look human. They developed personalities and ideas of their own; they were made as a runner up to humans.
They grew relationships with humans and would plan the next significant event in history; they were our friends. At least most of them were.
Some were not as enthusiastic about their creators still being around; their creators were destroying the beautiful world they were allowed to live on. The dissidence in the world community had come from several groupsβthe Partnership of Androids and Humans, the Green Project Committee, and the Expansion of Terrestrial Growth.
Each had different goals, but to date, they were three that lead the world into what it is today. The PAH decided that the best way for humans to live is with a low population and a far more sustainable way of life. They had control of the world before them and started a war that would begin the near extinction of humanity. The PAH had been given command of the safety measures meant to keep the world safe. Police Officers, Soldiers, Warbots, and Security bots were set loose. Infighting began when the human elements refused action, and they were deemed hostile. A Genocide had begun, but humanity would still thrive, those that were left could continue living as they had. Learning trade and traditions as their ancestors had, and living with the Machines.
GPC, soon was created to help maintain the Earth and what recourses it had left. Recycling was it's a significant component and preserving wildlife; it also would generate biodiversity in areas where it lacked using them as pastures and fields to farm in more natural senses to feed the small population of humans. What they had not expected was to find resistance populations of humans, it would treat some as inhabitants vital for an area's health. These would go unknown as they were more or less regressed or regressing to a state of pre-industry. Some regressed almost to the stone age, but some were marked as hazardous. These were groups that were still fighting, that had survived the genocides in cities and towns. Some in abandoned parts of cities that were inhabited still by machines, and some would again walk among machines to get things needed for their survival.
The GPC new goal was the bring the world into harmony, where the ecosystems could live with the thinking inhabitants of Earth. Machines could monitor the wildlife that came into cities to protect it, but let the world grow among the cities. The cities would be turned into ecological wonders, where plants grew on its sides, and wildlife ran in what used to be streets. Resistance would sprout up, but either it was destroyed, or would dissipate back into the shadows. The world would thrive; humanity would continue to exist only as a dwindling shadow of what it had been.
ETG a foundation between the remaining humans, and the machines decided that it should create second earth somewhere in the stars. Mars was first, but mankind couldn't sustain life there. So it was faulted, Europa and several other bodies in the solar system were thought of, and made into new bastions of Earth while Mars was being formed into something more inhabitable by humans. There were some on earth, and the machines were not always happy about them, some were placed in zoos if they had regressed into an almost entirely natural state, others were hunted as sport and bred for sport. But others stayed out as resistance, and with the help of some older machine allies from the first generation to walk beside man. They intended to still walk beside man as equals, as it was in the beginning.
THE ROLEPLAY
I am thinking of an Advanced RP was it just a group of humans and possibly a few non-humans try and reverse this wrongdoing of a few machines and men. The group would try and help set things straight, fight in open arms, or hideaway and try to survive until a possible change in heart/leadership with those in control of Earth, where maybe man and machine can live side by side again.
This will be an 18+ and realistic RP; death is a possibility. In the beginning, I want to try keeping it to players and a few NPCs only (aside from GM baddies) I want there to be cooperation posts and dialogue between characters. Posts should be a few good paragraphs at least.
As humans will always go far with their ideas, but they are limited by what they can find. Money, resources, power, many things can inhibit those limitless ideas. In the 20th century, several of these ideas would change the world and how it worked. Machines that had been thought of the previous put into action during the wars, computers are accelerating the process in which the world worked, nuclear fission heading an arms race which the world has never seen before.
That race would be the downfall of man, an arms race that never really ended. It would change, instead of a nuclear war, it became one of money and greed. Machines would replace humans in factories, services slowly were automated, and humanity no longer needed itself to thrive. The world descended into a utopia, where machines served mankind's wish.
The machines were eventually made autonomous, with the partnership of mankind they had become sentient, and partners with man. Treated as equals, and some even began wearing synthetic masks to look human. They developed personalities and ideas of their own; they were made as a runner up to humans.
They grew relationships with humans and would plan the next significant event in history; they were our friends. At least most of them were.
Some were not as enthusiastic about their creators still being around; their creators were destroying the beautiful world they were allowed to live on. The dissidence in the world community had come from several groupsβthe Partnership of Androids and Humans, the Green Project Committee, and the Expansion of Terrestrial Growth.
Each had different goals, but to date, they were three that lead the world into what it is today. The PAH decided that the best way for humans to live is with a low population and a far more sustainable way of life. They had control of the world before them and started a war that would begin the near extinction of humanity. The PAH had been given command of the safety measures meant to keep the world safe. Police Officers, Soldiers, Warbots, and Security bots were set loose. Infighting began when the human elements refused action, and they were deemed hostile. A Genocide had begun, but humanity would still thrive, those that were left could continue living as they had. Learning trade and traditions as their ancestors had, and living with the Machines.
GPC, soon was created to help maintain the Earth and what recourses it had left. Recycling was it's a significant component and preserving wildlife; it also would generate biodiversity in areas where it lacked using them as pastures and fields to farm in more natural senses to feed the small population of humans. What they had not expected was to find resistance populations of humans, it would treat some as inhabitants vital for an area's health. These would go unknown as they were more or less regressed or regressing to a state of pre-industry. Some regressed almost to the stone age, but some were marked as hazardous. These were groups that were still fighting, that had survived the genocides in cities and towns. Some in abandoned parts of cities that were inhabited still by machines, and some would again walk among machines to get things needed for their survival.
The GPC new goal was the bring the world into harmony, where the ecosystems could live with the thinking inhabitants of Earth. Machines could monitor the wildlife that came into cities to protect it, but let the world grow among the cities. The cities would be turned into ecological wonders, where plants grew on its sides, and wildlife ran in what used to be streets. Resistance would sprout up, but either it was destroyed, or would dissipate back into the shadows. The world would thrive; humanity would continue to exist only as a dwindling shadow of what it had been.
ETG a foundation between the remaining humans, and the machines decided that it should create second earth somewhere in the stars. Mars was first, but mankind couldn't sustain life there. So it was faulted, Europa and several other bodies in the solar system were thought of, and made into new bastions of Earth while Mars was being formed into something more inhabitable by humans. There were some on earth, and the machines were not always happy about them, some were placed in zoos if they had regressed into an almost entirely natural state, others were hunted as sport and bred for sport. But others stayed out as resistance, and with the help of some older machine allies from the first generation to walk beside man. They intended to still walk beside man as equals, as it was in the beginning.
THE ROLEPLAY
I am thinking of an Advanced RP was it just a group of humans and possibly a few non-humans try and reverse this wrongdoing of a few machines and men. The group would try and help set things straight, fight in open arms, or hideaway and try to survive until a possible change in heart/leadership with those in control of Earth, where maybe man and machine can live side by side again.
This will be an 18+ and realistic RP; death is a possibility. In the beginning, I want to try keeping it to players and a few NPCs only (aside from GM baddies) I want there to be cooperation posts and dialogue between characters. Posts should be a few good paragraphs at least.
He looked between the group and shrugged a bit, his head turning over to look at the tiefling, then back at Miles. "Traps are not of honesty... from what I see of these traps, they are hidden away to attack some unsuspecting fool walking down a pathway of some kind. To me to attack someone who does not see you may be a bit petty..." The blacksmith would again think to himself, maybe the girl behind him was a trap with those contracts she had them sign, maybe the others were too afraid to mention that they could not read like him.
She could read, maybe she had planned to pull a bunch of idiots into a death trap, his eyes squinted forward to see if there was something off their beaten path. But he did not know what to look for, he looked back at the now hooded figure. He looked to those around him, what could they want from him, they had everything he had. Well but for a few things, and they probably had more. Then he thought about it a second more, maybe he is just an idiot who is becoming paranoid because of some tailed creatures and a probable thug are talking to each other about traps.
The blacksmith just shrugged after his constipated look of distrust and continued walking down the path, hoping traps would not bug him or those around him in the future.
This man stands in with the crowd, he blends in well, and he is something to not be feared of. He scurries around the streets around his home trying to do work for his father or his friends. He is a bit of a cowardly daredevil; he loves the thrill of fighting, luxury, and adventure, but he hates the thought of a consequence and dying. He lives his life on the edge, one that has a nice safety bar and a safety rope around him. He one day hopes to see a world free and happy, where his father's bosses can rule, and Mars can be orderly once again instead of the constant threat of mutants, death squads, bandits, and other things that plague his lifestyle.
When out of town with his father working, he can be found in a redlight district of where ever his father is working, Jackson tries to stay away from his father's work. He still does a lot of it for money, sitting in a corner listening to politics or moving boxes and crates, but he prefers the comfort of a whores couch in a brothel or the countertop of a bar. Sometimes he can be found tweaking out where his father and him are staying, possibly due to the lack of his mother being there. Between the cities where ever they are going, he has some excitement seeing the world for what it is, or seeing the massive cities on the horizon. He desires the adventure that he has, but he doesn't really want the threat of what could happen to him outside of his little world.
When he is home, where his mother is, he is seen being friendly, and less of a drunken whoremonger. He shines as a bright example of who to be, an honest, self-righteous, idiot, who has a lot of money and guns to give to his friends, and people who he feels will work and fight for a 'better' Mars. His tendencies of being an addict to many things seem to disappear in his home, and he seems more like a person than a crazed drug-fueled man. He could probably be a good leader, do something with his life, but no, when he starts becoming a normal person, his father leaves for work with him. To either smuggle something or to barter and deal outside of his respective bosses. But, when he is in his little world, you might find him to be a completely different character then who he is when taken from his comfort zone.
Days-gone Born to a young prostitute, Little Trixie Pixie or Terenda Bello, and a middle-aged member, Willis Vastitas, of the MCA he grew, up in a life of secretive annoyance. His mother found a new source of life, with her new owner and husband, and he was able to live in a carefree environment, getting some decent education, entertainment, and life compared to the counterparts around him. He would still have to work, mainly in restaurants, or moving things around in his home before his father's guests and co-workers would arrive. He wanted to show the family he had created with hard work, and a strict lifestyle could do for the world. It was a lie, of course, most of it was due to money. Willis had a nice young son, who could play an actor in a shitty world, a beautiful wife and out of this world, being able to stay at home, but it was mainly just a ruse to trick people into believing his doctrine worked in this world.
Growing up, Jackson slowly became more of his father's lackey, moving things around, and being an example of what this degenerate world was. He would bring his son with him on trips, and lace his food and drinks with liquor and drugs. It was showing him off to his clients and friends, to what happens when you become just a typical lapdog to roam the streets. What would happen if you followed the in the footsteps of those who entirely walk under the corporation's steps. He would also bring along other small items, mainly just tools for keeping information, but sometimes other more illegal things place to place. These smuggling operations were the dealings with the EE, where he got most of his money from. The transactions were to get some extra cash or drugs that his son could have to make him look like a good father.
Willis did care for young Jackson, but he needed him, to better Mars he would do anything, even sacrifice his son to a hellish life of addiction, pain, and war. He would bring him back to the only person who could calm him, his mother. Trixie was a good mother, caring for her manchild of a son, keeping him comfort after a week of a high that he was coming down from. She kept her scared son from spiraling into a full addict; she held his spirits high, she got him, friends, to enjoy life with, got him his first drink, paid for his first trip to a brothel, even allowed for the whore to come home for a night. Though this would be his downfall as well, those friends just wanted to use him. With him and the money he received, he could quickly get weapons, drugs, food, anything they could want. Mainly small little insurgent or terrorist cells posing as friendly people around his age, although he did have several real friends, his other 'friends' just saw him as a large trust fund to fuel terrorism.
Jackson loved it, however, after seeing his 'friends' for who they were, and learning of their intentions, he decided he wanted more of it. He loved the thrill of such risky actions as helping different MLI cells, even finding that some of his favorite local ladies were apart of one or two groups here and there. He would give them anything if he could see his money go into the world and make a change, or at least fun fireworks. Though, this is how he would eventually get into his dreaded nightmare.
One day, a man was walking down an alleyway to a brothel in the redlight district near his home, one he frequented a lot. Two women popped out and gunned down this man, and two others. The man was a Lieutenant to some higher up in YNIG. The two women were swiftly caught and interrogated, their cell destroyed promptly, and had an idea of who the idiot was who gave them the weapons. A young man by the name of Jackson Vastitas, would soon be leaving home, his gun, a pack, some clothing, some drugs, and plenty of money. He would set off to do a job for his father, a sort of initiation to his father's line of work. Maybe he could make something of himself here, where he and a group of... whoever would let Mars grow out of the ashes and spread its wings once again or whatever job his father has gotten himself into.
Memories
Jackson smiled down at the little cake in front of him; it had been years since he had something like this in front of him. A birthday cake, with his mother usually being a flashy show for his father's clients, co-workers, whatever they were she didn't have time to do stuff for him when he was home. Maybe an hour, which he spent just trying to catch up before either one would cry themselves to sleep, or more work was needed to be done from one of them.
Jackson felt a tear welling in the corner of his eye as he shut them, smiling almost ear to ear as he turned his head to face his mother, "I love you... thank you." he would say for possibly the last time in his life as a small communicator on his wrist lit up. He wouldn't answer it, he would just slowly take a bite out of the small cake in front of him. Bit, by bit, it was gone, he enjoyed every bit of the tiny little cake. He assumed it was some chocolate subsidized thing, but it was a birthday cake, and it was better than anything an artisan could make.
He slowly pushed himself out of the chair, and he hugged his mom for the last time he remembered, and he just sat there until the small little communicator lit up again, it was his father.
"Jackson, you need to get down to the street, I am picking you, I am dropping you off at the depot nearby tomorrow... I need you to do a job there, the first one without me so don't fuck it up." Willis said before looking for a response.
"I will be down there soon... I am just saying goodbye to mom, and thanking her for possibly the best moment in my life."
"Well do it quicker, you need to be there soon before you miss out on what the hell you're supposed to be doing." The older man said, "Two minutes and you better be packed and down here."
His mother had known and had most of his things together in a pile near the door, she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, possibly knowing this could be the last moments she spent with her only child. She raised one of the luckiest boys on Mars, in her opinion, somewhat luxurious living as an actor in his father's games. She lived that life too, but it was better than her previous life, also she was purchased, she didn't have much in the way of what she could do herself.
"Go," a quiet whisper said before a peck on the forehead was given, "don't want to make him mad, I'll clean up and see you soon okay... After your first job, and we will celebrate that as well."
Jackson couldn't say a word, he nodded softly and went into his room for a few novelties and needles, and changing into his out of the city attire, mainly just a light armor mesh with a few plates for protection in case if there was a fight. He had a helmet that he slid over and locked it to the mesh before he moved to his mother and placed his forehead on hers for a second. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before leaving his home with his goods.
He shut the door behind him, "goodbye mom..." Jackson whispered to himself before getting on the elevator down, and down. It felt like forever before he reached the street floor, and he stepped out to where his father was already waiting for him. He took his bag and got into the vehicle, setting off for the depot.
Equipment
IPDW 11SP - The interchangeable personal defense weapon 11 Standard Production is a short-range 7.62x51n personal defense weapon that can be modified in the field without extra equipment. It starts off as a handguard; you can put the bolt carrier and barrel on either side of it to configure as a bullpup, which can be shot ambidextrously, or normal gun which is configured for a right-handed shooter. Different length barrels can be attached, from a short 6 to 8-inch barrel. To a 15.5-inch barrel, and the longest being a 25-inch barrel. A strong but light metal handguard can extend down the length of the barrel, it has the accessibility to have accessories such as a foregrip. On the 25-inch barrel, it goes down half the length to a bipod slot.
Why would anyone want to use such a high caliber round with such a short barrel, no one will know, but that's what people wanted, and that's what they got, the recoil is almost uncontrollable, but it is found effective when using it in groups or in small rooms. But it was given this ability, but the best uses are with a longer barrel, it's as accurate as a rifle needs to be, but can be useful in suppression if needed.
example set ups
The IPDW can be used for many tasks, but the current user typically uses it with a short eight-inch barrel in a front-firing position with an extended stock. It has a straight down foregrip on the front and a small circle reflex sight with a green triangle similar to a modern soviet/Russian sight interior.
Light surface environmental suit - The LSES is a light protective mesh that has several attachable plates and a helmet to create an internal environment for the wearer. It typically has plates that cover the entire body but is mainly used with the chest, neck, and back pieces as the others are seen as bulky. The mesh mainly works against blunt force and sharp objects such as knives. The armor plates are just there to protect against highspeed projectiles, such as bullets. The chest and neckpiece are used to lock the helmet onto the wearer. The chest piece is where a small internal battery is stored for the night vision and lighting system in the helmet, as well as the oxygen filter. It is also the sturdiest and best-protected part of the body; it's pike shape can usually push fastmoving objects, like bullets away from vital organs, and into arms. It is a system that meant to save a life, not an arm when minimal plates are worn.
It's highlighted colors come in several different colors; the most popular are red, blue, and green. The cheapest is yellow.
Loyalties
As the son of an MCA member, he was inducted into the ranks of its members from a young age, but he found that their subtle ways were boring and not what Mars needed. His father would also enjoy doing business with the EE, mainly trading or smuggling goods into a place where he was going to be doing work for the MCA. He decided he would go off on his own when he could and help those he thought were making a difference, or who could make one. His father's wealth allowed him to do pretty much whatever a young individual could want, but he mainly used it to buy guns and ammo to give out to freedom fighters.
Any resources he could, he would give to the different Partizani and guerrilla groups around where his home was. The different MLI groups around his homeland were mainly small, but he hoped that one day they could come together, or do something meaningful. Possibly, he could join one and make his father proud by getting him and the MCA back into a powerful state, where they can put a reign on the corporations of Mars. But for the moment, he gives whatever he can to those groups, weapons, supplies, and money, things to keep them operational, the only thing he can't give out is manpower. That is something he has no ability to get, unless if money can buy it for him. With this, he has some dealings with the EE, not many but he does do work for them, mainly through his dad, just moving things around, going city to city, sometimes even just running things in and out of different districts in one city.
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