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StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty RP: Following the briefly mentioned Shadow War

Okay, you have my interest! So if i got it right, this is a Ghosts vs Spectre RP? No Zergs or Protoss.

Miller Valley Counseling Center - Support Group RP

Interested!

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

To be honest, for a theme about Elysium I more thought about this. And for a corporate shootout maybe this?

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

Small question: what does MAN stand for? I know it's a press organization but what's the full name?

Dark Oceans~The war of the Land and Sea

Liandrich

The docks were busy as always. With fishermen hauling in their latest catch of fishes. Full nets were unloaded from the wooden ships and fishermen kept on cheering. Barrels full of the fresh fish were sealed and transported to the local fish market. It was funny, a few years ago not a man right in his mind would have attempted to fish around these waters. The nets would be torn and at least half the crew killed. Maybe that made fish such a requested good these days. People had missed eating fish during the short war.

All that Liandrich observed from Fort Solstice. The citadel fortress near the city of Solarium. The fort had its own, walled harbor where the navy's ships laid anchor. He was dressed in a lose tunic, instead of his firm, formal clothes. The midday sun was still burning down on him. He wasn't used to this sort of warmed. This wet pressure. "Sir, the Ameria has been prepared." A sailor ran up to him on the battlements. "Very good. Let's start the patrol then." Liandrich didn't really see why they needed to patrol the waters between the fishing grounds and the colonies. Merpeople were seldom seen now. And the few who did come above water kept a safe distance. Though, in the marshes you'd often see a Regorian slithering along.

And thus the crown prince boarded his caravel and gave the sign to his first mate to lift the anchor and drop the sail. They were outside the walled off harbor when the wind caught them. "Looks like we'll have a favorable wind sir! If it stays, we'll be in Surasha in a week!" yelled his first mate from the helm. Liandrich merely nodded. He looked around, a little nervous. It wasn't his first time on patrol. There was something odd about the wind. As if it was the air of a storm coming, despite the fact that the blue sky could be seen from horizon to horizon. With an occasional small, white cloud.

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Arios

@Silen Syanka
A desire to change the subject? Ah, of course. The little princess loathes all fighting. Ignoring that is a part of our existence. Arios smiled. "For me there are so many duties I must attend to. If I remember correctly, your father desired for another Royal Ball. Oh for that I'd have to prepare myself. Every one of the household would be expected to dance. Me, your father...you." again he put an emphasis on 'you', as he struck her with a sudden powerful gaze. Though after that, he began to swim in circles in front of her. Twirling and turning and flipping over. "Hmmmm, what else is there? The opening of the latest museum about the Short War. An interesting specie, the humans. I believe it even hosts a wreckage. They say that at night, you can still hear the screams of sailors as their ship sinks." again, a quick, self-satisfied grin flashed over Arios' face.

Suddenly he stopped in front of her. "Oh, but I almost forget. Your father has requested me to take you on a patrol. I too, was invited. What do you say, your highness? How would you like to see the surface?" There was no grin on his face this time. Just a neutral face. Not the killer one. Though it did have a certain sense of intimidation. He wouldn't accept no for an answer. Despite that he lied about her father's wish. All that were details of the great plan.

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

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New Horizon United

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Destiny's Decend, Main entrance
"Everyone, please stay away from the fences. You will be processed as soon as possible." yelled an Exo-Suit trooper through his mic. They were lucky that they had the time to places the fences around. Just like with every other corporation and colony still standing, NHU began to get a refugee problem. But the CEO made a tough call. Most citizens disliked the decision. Even though it was explained why it was made.

Refugees were one by one interviewed. If their skills were deemed valuable they were allowed to enter. If not, they were politely requested to remove themselves. Nobody listened. And with only 5 recruiters interviewing applicants, it was a slow process. Outside the fences, an improvised tent camp formed. Those who weren't allowed to enter but didn't want to go anywhere else just staid. Hoping New Horizon would change their mind. The chances were small in that.

"Hey you! Step back from the fence!" yelled one of the security guards. With the lack of Taser or Less-Than-Lethal bullets, they were forced to walk around with live ammo. This particular security guard had seen a man, someone who clearly crawled through dust with torn clothes, trying to climb the fence. "Get down the fence! Now!" The guard was getting restless. There were no given orders when someone tried to climb the barricade. But the man didn't listen. A mixture of desperation and following the order to let nobody in made the guard pull the trigger. A warning shot flew over the head of the man. Who looked wide-eyed at the guard. He dropped back on the ground on the good side of the fence and ran into the masses waiting at the entrance.

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Destiny's Decend, R&D wing, offices
Isabelle fell back into her chair, exhausted. She had just returned from Digsite Alpha. From the Dropship she had a clear view of the refugees amassing before the main entrance. As a civilian herself she worried for those people. She knew that Jonathan couldn't help them all. They were a corporation. At the end of the year, they had to have a plus on their balance. And a CEO could not promise that while giving out water bottles to everyone outside.

Back in the R&D, she now had to do the most boring thing of all time. Paperwork. She was jealous of her co-workers. Their fun was just beginning. They were actively toying around with the metal: Isabomium. Named after her. They had quickly made several servers with instead of copper, that special metal. While quickly tailoring together a sever side AI. That server was now controlling all clean up drones in Destiny's Descend. Which resulted in an improvement of efficiency of almost 200%. Those were the first tests. Networking basic OS systems like those Drones with a Sever side AI. Now began the real task. As she looked out the window into the main lab, she saw the 5 humanoid platforms. 2 legs, 2 arms and something that had to pass for a head that was filled with all sorts of sensors. The first prototypes with built in AIs who'd be networked back to another AI in a server. she couldn't wait for the first tests. Even Jonathan was stoked for the results. She knew, because the creation of an entire new complex was resting on these results.

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Destiny's Descend, CEO office
Jonathan watched the footage of Elysium again. The images were burned into his mind by now. SkyGuard drones, firing on everything that moved in the once great city. That place was no longer just a battlefield. It was a slaughter. A massacre. A knock on the door broke his focus. His commander entered the room. "You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked in his near military tone. Serving on several mercenary groups had made him rigid. "If I would publicly denounce SkyGuard. What would be the reactions?" Jonathan was looking over the message he had typed and re-typed the past few days. "From who’s standpoint? SkyGuards or someone else?" Philip asked his boss, expressionless. "Both."

"SkyGuard won't be happy. The way I see it, they want to beat everyone into obedience. But they already attacked the people. If they'd attack and destroy a corporation, then they could lose Mars entirely. From the people's standpoint, two things could happen. One, they will praise you. So far I don't think a corporation took a stance to condemn SkyGuards actions. At least not in public. On the other hand, you could be seen as a hypocrite. Especially with this many refugees before our gate." Philip answered with no change of tone. As a commander, he felt the obligation to remain a professional, neutral stance in the matter.

"Thank you, commander. You may go." And with that, Philip removed himself. Jonathan kept looking at the broadcast message. He had everything riding on SkyGuard having the good sense not to attack them. But they already turned Elysium into a slaughter house. He wouldn't risk it. New Horizon was yet too small.

But he did sent a message over to Eudaimonia Colony. Their neighbors:

Private Channel Message, NHU -> Pentagral Indusstries

To: CEO Melanie Winters
From: CEO Jonathan DeLaLune.
Miss Winters

I will assume that refugees are currently flooding your colony. As they are flooding my company. With SkyGuard running lose and terrorists running amok, I will assume that security is at the top of your agenda. In these difficult times, we must stand together. I want you to offer my support in the form of 2 Harassers and a squad of 10 exo-suited troops. See it as a small gesture of goodwill.

Some parts were meant. But all in all, it was more of a tactic decision. With Elysium down, Jonathan had to think long-term. That meant export. And you can't export without a space-elevator or space port. Infrastructure Eudaimonia Colony had. Offering them now help might secure a form of alliance for later. When he'd want his metal off Mars. Towards Jupiter maybe.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

Maybe he's right? I mean, he might have been expelled. Yeah, I understand. He gave Alex an understanding smile. David might be somewhat impulsive, but not stupid. If someone wanted time, he understood that. But he still wanted to put the message out there: Don't mess with the mutants. Maybe he could convince Artemis of joining? Then again, that would be unfair. She just got here. I'll let it rest.

He wasn't really paying attention. Only when Michelle told Artemis that he and Alex would lead her around, David realized that the violent looking girl stood near Artemis, winking at the both of them. Wait, what? Oh yes, yes, yes, helping Artemis. Should I...just like. Okay how should I say it? C'mon David, be confident. "Yeah sure, I'll show you around. You know what courses you have?" David asked Artemis. Wait, didn't she say she barely knew anything about this place. Wait, I don't even know where everything is!? How am I going to help her!? I don't even know where my own classes are! A small glimpse of panic flashed across David's face, which he tried to keep hidden under his smile. Though anyone with a little knowledge of human nature had seen the flash of panic.

It was right about then that the TV showed the footage of the mutant. At first David watched, horrified. Yes, he was against the mutant registration act. But attacking innocent civilians? That's too much. He didn't feel sympathy for a sociopathic murderer. But all hate for the mutant, who was giving his brethren a bad name, vanished when he saw the black van pull up. At first he thought it was a SWAT team. But when they dragged out the mutant, David's face froze in shock. The man, Samuel, was being dragged out of the building. Unconscious, beaten up, with a strange flashing collar. Suddenly, the same 'bravery' he felt outside when facing the rednecks flared up: "See? The vote for the MutReg Act isn't even in Congress and they already have a way to dispose of us. They are extending a hand so we could shake it but hold a gun at our faces with the other!" David said in a burst of anger to no-one particular. But loud enough so most people around him would have heard it. He might have been exaggerating. But as the teen he was, he didn’t care for it.

Dark Oceans~The war of the Land and Sea

I already have A way for the kidnapping portion.

Dark Oceans~The war of the Land and Sea

Also, i'm just going to wait until someone else has posted something, like ArenaSnow or Miss Mermaid or Fumari.

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

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TSDC / NHU

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“Sir. Mr. Marvelic wishes to speak with you.” Said the male, synthetic voice of Jonathan’s secretary AI. “Patch him through.” Said Jonathan in a cheerful voice. A holo-screen with the elderly face of Argus popped open on the desk of Jonathan, who sat back easy in his chair.

“Ah, Argus, how are you doing?” said Jonathan in his young, energetic voice. “Let’s cut the formalities here. We are both very busy people.” Argus’ voice was much older, a lot more weathered.

“Of course, so my proposal. What do you think of it? Apologies for keeping it so vague. You never know who read those. But rest assured. This comn link is secure.” Jonathan wasn’t that afraid terrorists would try to eavesdrop.

“Good. I’ve been wanting to ask you something. How are you going to make a cheap fighting force? Because I can tell you, if you’re going to make a cheap militia, then I’m afraid I can’t sponsor that complex for you.” Argus frowned. The older man had heard his fair share of plans. Most of those coming from idiots who don’t know what they are talking about. He had no desire to waste even more time. Especially now.

“They are no militias. I can assure you that.” Jonathan stated, as he took out a cigarette and started to smoke. He still got a little nervous when facing the CEO of TSDC. “I’m talking about robots.”

“Robots? AI? A fool’s errand. Combat AIs and their platforms are already expensive enough.” It was what Argus had feared, a stupid plan made by someone who didn’t know what he was talking about. New Horizon was a mining corporation. Not a mercenary group.

“Yes and no. I’m talking about multiple, lesser AIs. Imagine a processor 10 times faster than the current generation. Those could easily power strong AIs and droid movement. Now imagine download and upload speeds almost as fast as single beam fiber optics cables. And finally, imagine storage capacity of its glory days. Where every year the average capacity doubles. I can deliver that through the new technology we’re developing. So to apply it to robotics and AI: We’d make robots who talk to each other faster. Think faster. And they require no training what so ever.” Jonathan had a proud smile plastered over his face. The pride obviously came from the discovery.

Argus looked skeptical at him. “So you just need funds? Nothing more?”

“And employees you could spare. Considering the events of the UTG and EDC I’m certain you’ll get an influx of Elysium ex-employees soon.” Jonathan pushed the half burned cigarette in his crystal ashtray. A thoughtful gift from his ex-wife. Back when they were together.

“Why would you want to share this opportunity? Surely if you’d just wait a few years you could make a smaller complex yourselves.” Argus asked with a raised eyebrow. It was a good deal. But good deals rarely came without a catch.

“Just so. But nobody would buy. We are a mining company first and foremost. We deliver iron that doesn’t walk or shoot. At first only a few, minor companies would buy our robots. After the middle big ones would come knocking. But that’s only after a few years. In other words, we’d be building our image for 10 years. Why do that when you’re good friends with one of the major security companies?” Jonathan answered, as if it was easy. Never the less he put great effort into saying the right words. And even then he considered calling the TSDC ‘a friend’. Can corporations really be friends?

“Who would own this complex?” Funding for building it was one thing. The real cost is in maintenance. Electricity, water. With already 3 holdings under his wings, Argus doubted he could finance having another one.

Jonathan felt like he was getting somewhere. But he had to answer carefully: “New Horizon. We would supply food, water, shelter and security for the complex. So the maintenance costs would fall down on us.”

“I think I’m taking you up on that offer, Jonathan. My legal department will contact yours to iron out a contract. But Jonathan. If this little project fails, it will be on your head.” With that, Argus ended his call. A second later and Jonathan collapsed in his chair. No matter what, the CEO of TSDC intimidated him. Rightly so.