Letter Bee

The Omni Project

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It shouldn't really matter. Plus, this one was made first anyway.

@Mr_pink

It is, but the problem is that the other RP, with respect to @Madly33, is more coherently written (with proper paragraphing and spelling) and doesn't contain a possibly uncessecary Time Travel Angle.

Also, the RP itself is already running; it's just trying to get new players.

The Omni Project

@Madly33, @Mr_pink, problem; there's already an RP with a similar concept.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

@Letter Bee me too

@boomlover

How old are you? I'm 23.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

I am bored.

The Omni Project

@Mr_pink, it's cool!

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Slave Rescue Arc

"Was that howl really necessary?" Par asked Gabe. "Yes, it sounded like a dog's howl; doesn't mean that it won't put people on alert."

"Anyway, you just came through Grand Hill; it used to be a recreation area for relaxation and sport, but that's not important right now. What's important is that we can use that place as cover. Anyway, gone on previous trips to the Corner before, not just to buy slaves to free them, but to barter for grain."

"Why is that important? Because just beneath the other side of Grand hill, beyond the fence, lies the main Slave Farms, and underneath the shadow of the hill is where they're forcing their new slaves to work. The Slavers gossip on how the hill and their fence prevents the new slaves from trying to get out until they're 'broken in'."

"Not merely that, but instead of building a proper watchtower on the top of the hill, they built a treehouse; seems like a good idea at first, but gossip, and while we're at it, complaints, say that the tree the watch post is built on makes it hard to see things from behind, while the front can be sniped on from another tree."

@Kenyeismylife, @Madly33, @shadowsaint007

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

There is another solution; we post as quickly as possible for the players and get the game running quickly rather than wait for us all to be on at the same time for collabs.

@shadowsaint007

That works; thanks!

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Madly33, as Saint needs to sleep soon, and we need to resolve the 'Slave Rescue' subplot, I'm going to end things with one post.

The Omni Project

Can I get a Co-GM Position, @Madly33?

Name: Mikhail Peacemaker

Age: 14

Looks:


Personality: Mikhail tries to be hopeful, he really does. But getting kindapped and altered, then used as a supersoldier, then participating in an uprising, then being hunted down, it wears down on a person, and sometimes, it's just too much. And there is the fact that he is literally a freak, someone thrown out of the continuum that is Humanity. At the same time, the kid still has an iron-clad conviction that peace is still possible, that the bonds of sapience, aka the fact that both Human and Omnid can feel love, hope, trust, and plan for the future, can still overcome even the glaring differences that now exist. Yes, it's insane, yes, it goes against cold logic. But he will still believe it, because he will not forsake a thinking being, regardless of whether they have powers or not.

"My beliefs are the last reminder I have of my parents. Everything else from them but memory has been taken away from me."

Ability: Hope Materialization - Mikhail can sense and transform Hope, either his hope or that of others', into energy, which in turn can be made into constructs, force-fields, anti-gravity, and heal people. Basically, a Blue Lantern Ring* without the need for a Green Lantern one.

However, this power has a big drawback. Mikhail's powers are dependent on how much hope is in the area, and his own ability to be hopeful is failing. That means that he has to depend on other people to have hope, which does not always work. Thus, psychological warfare, as well as taking out any companions or bodyguards he has, is an effective tactic against him.

*greenlantern.wikia.com/wiki/Blue_Lante..

Bio: Mikhail was the son of second-generation Russian Immigrants, fans of JRR Tolkien. Thus, Mikhail was raised by both his parents and members of the local Tolkien Society, and had a childhood immersed in works of High Fantasy, as well as normal schooling, which he excelled in. However, when he turned 12, the fourth year of the Omnid program, minions of Mr. Pearce busted into his house and killed his parents, before kidnapping him to be turned into a super-soldier. Those were hard times, with Mikhail being put into torturous training and even more torturous duties by his 'handlers', being bought and sold to various governmental and private interests. However, he was smart enough to see the Revolt coming, and join in when it looked like it had a chance of succeeding.

It partially did; Mikhail and many others escaped, only to find that the world had turned against them, and that they, thanks to their long isolation, had forgotten how to survive outside. If not for their encountering a Rogue Enforcer cell, Mikhail and his comaptriots would have starved in the streets. When it was clear that the Rogue Enforcers were genuinely trying to help, Mikhail cried for hours in happiness, before slowly finding hope again, hope enough to search for ways to bring peace between Human and Omnid. But how was that to be done, when the differences between them were legitimate? People had to to believe that working with the Omnids can produce more benefits than exploiting or killing them, and vice versa.

And the first step towards that would be to destroy Pearce's Enforcers...

Additional Notes: Mikhail has also been exposed to varying degrees of hope and despair as part of his training program.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

((Collab Post between Madly33 and Letter Bee))

The Colombia School of Engineering and Applied Science was a derilict ruin, literally smelling of Super Mutants; a band of them had settled in the campus' front and lobby, making that direction dangerous for Jackson and his Junior Knights. Thankfully, there was a back door, as well as windows, but on the other hand, destroying the Super Mutant threat would earn them an accolade; it was their choice.

Jackson poked around the corner, motioning for Knights to stay behind him. He looked over his shoulder as he watched them shuffle his way. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Always a babysitter He though to himself as they moved up. "If they move from position we could sneak past them no problem.." He whispered and paused. "..But seeing who it doesn't look like they are going to do that. Ready for some blood?" He asked them with a smirk.

"Um.. but sir, if I may" one of the Knights whispered from the back and Jackson nodded. "The Elder would most likely rather us not risk our lifes shooting blankly at a group of Supers" He said backing off slightly to Jacksons reaction. Jackson glared at him and looked around the corner again. "Fine" He spat. "But do not ever undermind me again," he hissed as they moved away.

The back door, or the windows, would lead them to a desolate set of rooms and corridors, etched with old posters and slogans and lockers and some basic laboratories. However, they would not find anything of importance until they went to the lower levels, where they would be ambushed by Protectrons and Robobrains as they entered an intersection of three corridors!

Jackson pushed in past the window moving a book shelf aside and dusting off his armor as he jumped it."Damn spiders" He whispered as he flicked one off his arm. He motioned for the rest of the men to move in quietly and quickly. As he scouted around the corneres for each intersection all he found were disabled Protectrons. He paused and held his hand up pointing to the robots. "Carful not to set these assholes off, light the whole building up" The men nodded and they continued.

They moved room to room looking for any signs of nondamaged goods they could take up, not much was left, from what they could tell most of the electronics they could take back were either broken or gone, scavenged already by raiders possibly. He figured they were the only people in the waste land that could stand a chance in getting past the Super-mutants.
Heavy armed brutes, most died who came across them die on sight, it's not a surprise that they were warned before arriving at the university.
"Sir" One of the younger men whispered from the other side of the room, as Jackson turned his head to as ask what he heard what the man was calling for. Footsets coming down the large hall just outside the room they were in, large heavy foot steps. "Damn it" Jackson hissed, a firefight would cause the whole fleet to know they were there, they would be dead in minites.

Thankfully, there was a trapdoor in the room they were in, something constructed in the last days of The War. If they chose to fight, they would die. If they chose to go down to where the trapdoor led, they would find themselves in a low, claustrophobic tunnel, where their Power Armor would scrape the walls of the concrete, making uncomfortable sounds. But finally, the trapdoor would lead to another set of empty corridors...and a large chamber, a large chamber large enough to fit a veribird.

And what was inside that chamber was almost as valuable; a giant treaded vehicle that would seem like a strange form of tank at first, if not for the giant crane arm that jutted out from the top of the roof. A Construction Droid. No, wait, not just a Construction Droid, but a Construction Droid equipped with a giant laser and mortar - nearby manuals would reveal that its purpose was for demolishing buildings. Not merely that, but there was, attached to its very back, a 'recycling device' that recycled metal and stone into new building materials...

Jackson's eyes widened at the sight. "What the hell were these kids up to?" He whispered as he circled the vehicle. He touched the metal with cauaution. "Shall we report this back to the Elder?" One of the men shouted as they looked through the dusty books left on the shelf.
"Yes. Yes of course. This.. this is something else." Jackson replied quietly, If they could get it running transportation would no longer er be a problem, and that is what they needed. Lugging armor and supplies around was a hassle not needed in Jacks eyes.
He continued looking around for anything else they could take back before heading out of a tunnel leading back out onto the main road.

They would find none except stacks of spare materials that can be used to repair the droid, as well as new building materials. Nevertheless, a few hours later...

Sky Citadel

A few hours later, the Construction Droid would arrive at Sky Citadel, much to the awe of the Brotherhood's Paladins and Scribes. Jackson E. Shadow would get an accolade, while the Junior Knights would be 'considered' for a promotion to Senior Knight.

Then, a few hours more, and the debate would start, over how to use the droid.began. The more idealistic members, including two of Jackson's squad, argued that it should be used to improve the Wasteland, while others, including the remaining two of said squad, would argue that the crane should be taken out and the Construction Droid should be turned to a Tank...

Elder Mavarek would listen for a while, then rule - that it would be used as both.