LancerDancer

The New Empires

Goldeagle1221 said
This is an rp, to limit the creative flow on such a detail is silly. It'ts not like he broke an OP rule or anything. I say let him have his nation.

I agree with this.

Post inbound.

Trespassers || Sci-Fi Survival RP

"No power," sneered Gerardo, as his repeatedly hit the buttons on the elevator console. "The fuck?"

The footsteps were coming nearer, and though Henderson was shining his torch to and throe, their owner could not be seen. Just more wobbling shadows, stretching at them like menacing black fingers.

"Identify yourself, God damnit," Henderson shouted. A hefty wrench trembled in his hand, whilst the other attempted to stem the flow of blood from his head.

"We're not getting out of here," Gerardo said, stepping away from the console. "We're going to have to deal with this ourselves."

"I can't, man, oh Jesus, can't you get it to work?" Henderson stuttered in a fit of delirium. Gerardo guessed his wound had pushed him into a state of shock, and the creepy footsteps were adding to the payload of cognitive interference.

Shaking his head, Gerardo didn't bother replying. He added his flash light to the fight, and advanced past Henderson. Even he was unnerved. One second the footsteps came from his left, splashing heavily in water, and then as he shone his light in that direction, they shifted off to the right. Was there two guys down here? That'd explain how they managed to open up Eddie. The memory of the canteen massacre sent Gerardo into a rage. He wasn't about to share Eddie's fate.

"You fucks want some of me, eh?" Gerardo shouted, growing increasingly violent. He swung his metal fist into a mobile work table, and bent the thing right in the centre. "Get out here so I can do that to your skulls!"

"Are you insane!?" Henderson screamed.

"Just watch my back, Henderson. We'll be fine," Gerardo half-lied.

The radio at his hip cackled to life, and he cursed himself. Why hadn't he thought of it?

"G**ardo, Hend***n, come in. Wha ****Hydroponics?", it was Tito.

Wasting no time, Gerardo wipped up the device and held down the sending button. "Tito, get Security down here. We've got two unidentified personnel down here, causing a mess and putting the fear of God into us. The elevator has lost power, and the A.I is refusing to sound the alarm."

Henderson screamed, again. Gerardo turned behind him and froze; his mouth hanging open to release a barely audible gasp.

Henderson was suspended three feet into the air, and clutching at his neck. A silhouetted figure, with a slightly hunched back, and what Gerardo guessed to be soem kind of gas mask, stood with one hand wrapped around the engineer's throat. Everything fell deafly quiet, save for the gurgling sounds coming from Henderson.

"Put him down, you piece of shit," Gerardo snapped, getting control of himself. He was not dying today, no sir.

He ran forwards and swung his metal hand at the figure; but its other limb came up and caught his wrist with an iron tight grip. He struggled furiously to free himself, but then his feet suddenly left the floor as his attacker picked him up. He found himself face to face with not a mask, but something foreign, something... alien.

"Gok rik ta," it said, in a voice reminiscent of a bucket of worms.

Then he was flying through the air, the plant beds barely visible shot past him below. He was about to scream in a mixture of terror and dread when he descended, and crashed into a bank of nutrients bags. He tried to pick himself up; his head was throbbing with concussion, and he noticed his metal hand had been ripped out of its housing. With blurred vision, he looked towards the elevators, and saw the thing still had hold of Henderson.

There was a scream, and then the lights came back on. Everything, water pumps and purifiers, hummed to life. Gerardo fell into unconsciousness.

"Systems are now online and operational, Mr. Valdez. Good work," the computer's almost mocking tone was the last thing he remembered.

Trespassers || Sci-Fi Survival RP

solamelike said
On another note, how many medical staff are there? I would assume no more than Dr White and maybe an assistant?

Yeah, I would say that's about right. Your guy and a couple of grunts.

Trespassers || Sci-Fi Survival RP

The elevator doors hissed open, and Gerardo walked into darkness.

"Shit," he muttered. "Lights, too?"

He fumbled for his LED flash light, and switched it on. The large expanse of the Hydroponics greeted him, illuminated by the blue glow of his torch. Shadows lurched at him from every steel strut and plant bed; the stars above glittered through the glass dome ceiling.

"Computer, what's wrong?" He called out, hoping the voice activation systems and the station's A.I hadn't failed too.

"Identification please," buzzed a computerised female voice in reply.

"Thank fuck for that," Gerardo chuckled despite himself. "Valdez, Serial 349."

There was a pause, and Gerardo could hear the faint hum of electronics as the A.I sprung to life, busily analysing and diagnosing.

"Power surge on the main fuse board, Mr. Valdez," the A.I said plainly. "Lights are not operational, I'm afraid."

"Cheers," Gerardo replied, irritated.

With a sigh, he started on towards the back of the bay - about a half mile walk - to where he would find the main fuse board. Power surges were not uncommon in an installation like the A-19, but they were the kind of problem that shouldn't exist any more. When Gerardo was at school, some twenty years ago, he had learnt about life on Earth prior to far-reaching space travel, and it amazed him how their simple systems carried flaws still seen today, despite such technological advancements.

Still, power surges wouldn't be a thing in a military base, or a corporate headquarters. OuterTech had skimped on the essentials, and it fell to people like Gerardo to perform caveman services to bridge the shortfall.

Something fell to the floor, off to Gerardo's left. Something wet sounding.

"Fuck sakes," Gerardo spat, shining the torch to where he heard the sound. "If that floor is filling up with water, I'm going to blow a fuse myself."

And then something else feel to the floor, and this tiem Gerardo saw a shadow move with it. Big enough to be a man. Suddenly he remembered Eddie Rowe, and started backing away.

"Who's there?" He called, not taking his eyes off the circle of his torch's illumination. "Stay the fuck back, I ain't trusting no one, ya hear?"

There was an odd kind of dragging noise, as if someone was pulling a sack of potatoes through the water. Gerardo quickly tuned his metal hand into maximum strength - it wouldn't help much in a knife fight, but if he grappled someone, he could snap their arm at least.

A hand suddenly connected with his shoulder, and he span, eyes wide in terror, and shoved with everything he had. The hand's owner flung over a trestle, crashing onto the other side and taking one of the mounted water purifiers with him.

"Easy, Valdez, fuck!" Shouted Henderson, picking himself up, and holding a palm to nasty gash on his forehead. "You fucking crazy, man?"

"Shit dude," Gerardo cursed, and surged forwards to inspect his colleague. "We're not alone in here, some jackass is making a noise over in the corner, and you spooked me."

"No one's down here man, that's why I was sent to back you up. Chief don't want no one left on their own," Henderson paused to pull his hand back, and looked at the blood it had gathered with a slight shock. "Fuck, this might need looking at."

Gerardo nodded, "head back to medical. Sorry man, I honest- wait, what? You sure we're alone down here?"

Something heavy and metal crashed to the floor, about a hundred yards off.

"Let's go," Henderson stuttered. "Could be the guy who got Eddie."

"Bull shit," Gerardo said, waving his flash light around the area of the noise. "We can take this clown."

"Yeah," Henderson chuckled, backing off towards the elevator. "How about we just call Security, eh?"

"Smart," Gerardo nodded. "Computer, alert Security. We have a situation."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Mr. Valdez." the female's voice said, neutral as always.

Gerardo was dumbfounded. He'd never heard that template-response before. "What do you mean, you can't do it?"

Foot steps in the water. Henderson stifled a panicked scream, and Gerardo forced him back towards the elevator. "Yeah, you're right man, let's go."

The New Empires

Posts reinstated.

Let's get this ball rolling again.

The New Empires

So, are we happy that Khan isn't coming back, and that I can proceed as planned? Or would you like me to wait longer? Not fussed either way.

Legions: Rise of Rome

So Boerd said
Really ought to be a way to control inactive legions until the crisis is over and they can be disbanded.

Yes, this is becoming a bit of a problem isn't it? The RP's structural integrity wasn't designed for constant semi-absentees and full blown AWOLers on a frequent basis.

The problem is, that although change is needed in the current set up, I'm not sure which way to go with it. At the moment, the easiest way I could see it being resolved is that the appointed commander of a multi-legion force would be given semi-GM authority over the legions of players who are slowing down their side of things.

And as for the legions that have been totally inactive, well, to the Hall of Shame with them I say.

If it gets to a point where realistically, we need more soldiers, then I'll consider either a recruitment drive, or adding additional legions to existing legates.

PhoenixWhite said
Happy halloween everyone! Sorry if late/early, but y'know-- time zones xD

And to you my friend. I almost converted this RP into a zombie-Roman apocalypse in celebration, but then my hangover wore off and I refrained.

The New Empires

In 18 hours, I'll knock out another post after reinstating the previous ones. Doesn't take me long to put words to a page, I got fast fingers, and steadfast enthusiasm.

I don't think Khan is returning, he was very bitter about what I said - though for the record, I did apologise unconditionally and offered to leave myself as recompense.

Still, now you have me, and what great fun I am to be with.

The New Empires

Dinh AaronMk said
You know, given that Lancer retracted his stuff I don't know if I should post. So someone else should go ahead and do that. Hopefully soon.

24 hours to go until I commence Operation Mass Murder.

As I've said though, if anything my nation does upsets people, just shout out and I'll curb it. Here to tell a story - not to win anything.

Trespassers || Sci-Fi Survival RP

We weren't supposed to know about the investigators being spec-ops fellows, but perhaps I didn't make that part clear enough?

It doesn't seem to have upset anyone though, so I think I'll leave it. Just be careful though, about what your character does and doesn't know. Reread the first OOC post if you're unsure, under the heading "Unknown to the Characters".