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The ships of the Naukan Crusade slowly heaved on the calm, polluted seas. They had been moving towards the gate after the announcement of the Khan of the TSUK as well as the leader of the Naukan Crusade, Temir Zima. When the digusting, polluted rain started pouring from the skies, nearly everyone went inside to celebrate there. They had enough of this world and its pollution, and didn't want a good moment ruined by rain.

On the Pioneer, flagship of the Crusade, the scientists working in their labratory were turning on and adjusting all kinds of instruments. There was ton of very interesting scientific data to be gathered when the fleet would cross to the new continent, and lots of new information would need to be gathered if the colonists of the Crusade wanted to stay alive. The machines in the ships's factory and resource refinery were all turned off and dormant, like a seed waiting to sprout and grow into its full potential. The storage area where the nuclear reactor and everything needed was checked to ensure nothing would be lost. The scientific database containing all of the blueprints and information the colonists would need on this endeavour

On the massive container ship known as the Ark, most of the colonists were either celebrating or looking out the windows where they would see many other ships that wanted to leave dissapear through the gate. The animals had all been cared for, and the seedbank had been carefully inspected the day before to make sure nothing was missing. The Neptune's biofuel refinery was turned off, and the endless noise it would usually make subsided so most of the crew could celebrate as well. The fishing nets were being prepared for use. They were no good on what remained of Earth, as all the fish there had either mutated horribly because of nuclear, chemical and biological bombardment or died, but it was going to be very useful where the Crusade would be going. All of the three helicopters had been secured to the Vanguard's flight deck, and most of the people on that ship had either gone to the Ark to celebrate or stayed to prepare for any possible conflicts that might arise.

The ships were at the gate. Logically, the Pioneer went through first. Then came the rest of the ships.
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Slowly, the Pioneer, flagship of the Naukan Crusade, emerged from the gate. Scientists in the lab checked the air using instruments they had attached to the ship's outside before, and it seemed to be safe enough. An all-clear signal was sent out, and many of the people went outside. Temir looked at the other ships, but no orders came. After what seemed like hours of waiting he sent another message, to both the Pioneer and the rest of the Crusade's ships: "It looks like no orders are coming from the UNE. We will be going southwest. Please follow the Pioneer. The Pioneer altered its course and went to the southwest. The Crusade fleet followed.
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The streets of NYC were vibrant as expected. Jord has never been there, but he had always seen it on the internet, TV and pictures. He didn't really want to go there either, but the people who he worked for at the moment (who, upon closer investigation, turned out the be called "SHIELD" had sent him there after, alledgedly, there'd been an alien attack and a group of people called the "Avengers" had stopped them. Jord, as a mercenary working for various secret organizations around the globe, lived in relative isolation compared to most other people so he hadn't heard that before.

Jord was walking through the streets of the city. He stil had loads of little cuts and wounds on his arms from an earlier mission. The money he gained from his previous assignment was more than enough to cover hotel costs, because the organization he was there for didn't want to pay them for some reason. He had to leave his equipment and weapons there since he couldn't just march around through the city wearing full power armour. It was spring, and it was slowly getting very warm. Luckily Jord was resistant to heat, but to his disappointment he could not stave off the thirst that followed, and so he was looking for a place to drink.

After taking a few turns, he came upon a bar called "The Rum House". Interested and above all dehydrated, he went inside, walked right up to the bar, and said to the waitress "I would like a beer, please"
If you can post anything related to continuing the bar story today, don't wait for me, because I'll only be able to post later today
So how many people are going to or are in the bar stuff? I may or may not choose to go there as well depending on the circumstances
The cargo plane's engines roared as it flew towards its destination. Its ramp was lowered. Several soldiers with heavy weaponry stood nearby, although not too close to the gaping hole, careful not to fall into it. Jord, however, stood there without a care in the world. His heavy power armour was too heavy to get dragged by wind gusts, and the fact he was partially holding on to a wall helped as well. He checked his equipment, making sure the two parachutes attached to his shoulders were secure and his weapons were all attached properly to his back. He didn't really think the parachutes were necessary as he trusted in the strength of his armour, but was rather safe than sorry.

"ETA to LZ: two minutes." Announced the plane's pilot. Jord took his BFG and shot a few rounds into the sky, checking to see if the weapon still worked. He was satisfied with the result, and after waiting two minutes he stepped back, ran for the ramp and jumped out the plane without saying another word to the people inside.

"Remind me, what was my mission again?" Jord said, talking to the communication device that they had placed in his helmet prior to the mission as he was quickly falling to the ground.

"You have to take out most of the base's defenses and soldiers inside. Then we will take it over from you. Please don't try to blow up anything else, we want the infrastructure in top condition." Replied the contact for the group he was working for at the moment.

"Understood," Jord replied. "But I can't guarantee I won't blow anything up."

Blowing stuff up is kind of my thing these days He thought. It was not far from the truth. Ever since he had received his power armour and weapons from wherever he got it, he had been working as a mercenary for various organizations around the globe. It gave him a massive headache whenever he tried to remember stuff from that time, and he couldn't remember anything anyway, but he still kept trying. It wasn't in his nature to just give up. For this particular mission he had been hired by some global military organization. He couldn't really remember the exact details, but he was getting paid so it was okay.

Jord's thought process was abruptly stopped when someone yelled at him over the radio, telling him to open his parachute. He swiftly did, and he slowly glided towards the base. Several anti-air cannons had spotted him and turned towards him, but they were too late as he destroyed them with a few salvos from his BFG. As soon as he hovered a few meters above the ground he cut the parachutes, falling the rest of the way. As soon as he touched the ground however, dozens of soldiers poured out from the base's buildings. Jord just grinned as he saw them approach.

The resulting fight was glorious. Jord cut down enemies left and right using his sword as they approached him. Fuel tanks blew up as he shot them, taking out many of the soldiers. Gun emplacements were destroyed to pave the way for the rest of the paratroopers. As soon as the rest of the agents or whatever they were had arrived from the plane, Jord used the Bulwark to shield them, taking the brunt of the heavy fire. When the battle was over, he checked his injuries. He had taken some damage, but ignored it and refused medical aid.

He got another comms message from his contact. "There is something going on in New York. We might bring you there depending on the situation. Please stand by."
Clean slate

The livestock and animal section of the Ark smelled like shit. Literally. Walter Neumann had considered asking someone to get him a gas mask from the Vanguard's equipment storage, because these working conditions wouldn't be approved by any government agency before the world wars. Walter used to be a farmer, so he, along with a few others, had been assigned to taking care of the animals of the fleet. In an odd twist of fate, it turned out he'd been doing the same thing he was doing before they destroyed the world. Sadly for him, his job mostly required him to transport the animal biowaste to the Neptune during one of the rare fleet refuel days, where it would be turned into the biofuel that all of the Crusade ships so desperately needed. He petted a small Labrador pup before turning to and looking out the nearby window, where he saw the Neptune already getting closer. He didn't really like his impending task, but it was a necessity for the rest of the fleet. He walked towards the elevator, mentally preparing for his task, when the speakers on all of the ships crackled.

Everyone on the ships stopped working for a moment as old TSUK propaganda music could be heard moments before the Khan, the leader of both the Naukan Crusade and the Trans-Steppe United Khanate started speaking. "Greetings citizens of the TSUK and colonists of the UNE. You have managed to surpass my expectations once again. Not only have you persevered the harsh steppes and wastelands of our home, but you have also worked tirelessly to build these ships. Then you agreed to live here for a long time until we can start making the colony, all for the future of humanity. I am proud to announce to you that your tireless labor has bore fruit. At the moment, the gate is just beyond the horizon. I recommend you all take a break from working until we've passed through so you can celebrate." Walter was delighted. No more shit-shoveling today!

He quickly went to the nearest dining hall, where he saw everyone was celebrating. The ships had been refueled, and were slowly making their way towards the gate. The three helicopters were flying next to eachother as fireworks were launched from all of the ships.

The people in the bridge, including the Khan, his advisors and commanders, as well as the Pioneer's captain were all celebrating this victory as the fleet slowly moved to join all of the other ships near the gate


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@jorcoolI mean...isn't all FANdom RP fan-fiction in some way?


Yes, but not weird romance fan fiction unless you choose to add that
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