Letter Bee

Gate: Manila, Philippines

GATE: Manila, Philippines

In the year 20XX, in the administration of the 'Iron Lady' Belinda Rizal, the most important event in Philippine History occured.

A gigantic portal, a rift between worlds, opened up in the middle of the walled district of Intramuros within Manila, from which poured through a vast army of Roman-style legions, accompanied by Dragons and other Monsters, as well as the fires of Magic. They ransacked the area, killing hundreds of people indiscriminately, before being driven back by a combination of the Philippine Army, Police, and a Private Military Company, Sword PMC. But the Gate still remained, the city was still reeling, and the United Nations, while willing to send help to the Philippines, was adamant that no one country can stake its claims to the territory beyond the Gate.

And so, GATEFORCE, a rare coalition of armies mustered by all the Great Powers, was mustered, in order to explore the lands beyond the portal, as well as bring the Empire, the political entity that had invaded Manila, to the negotiating table. But, despite the technological superiority of our world to the one beyond the Gate, it will not be easy. 'Gods', Magic, and Monsters exist, and GATEFORCE's internal politics might yet undo everything that has been achieved...

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So, there you have it; a GATE RP in which the titular Gate opens somewhere else than in Japan, and the effort beyond it is a joint UN Force instead of Japan only. And, yes, you can play people from the Gate's world, although Imperial characters need special permission from me.

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Warning: This RP is Mature, and includes both hetrosexual and homosexual themes. If you don't like the latter, or sex in general, don't reply in the first place.

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Rules

1.) No godmodding, powerplaying, metagaming, etc. etc.
2.) Note, there will be sexual themes in this RP, but anything above nudity is forbidden, because I don't want us to get banned.
3.) No OOC feuding! If you must argue, be respectful. IC, meanwhile, you can hate each other as much as you like as long as it doesn't seep over to OOC.
4.) You can control NPCs when I explicitly say that you can control them.
5.) Please notify me if you will be gone longer than a few days, I myself will let you guys know if I will be gone.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Starting Faction:(UN, Imperial, Independent)
Skills:
Standard Equipment:
Bio:

GATE: Manila, Philippines GM Recruitment (I need people who've actually watched GATE).

Edited the topic!

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

((Collab post between Letter Bee and Gentlemanvaultboy))

"Rudolf Pendrick?" asked a smooth, jovial voice, "Is that you?! Why, I haven't seen you since your company gave me the 'Sarlacc' Baskerville some years ago!" The 'Sarlacc' Baskerville was named after a beast featured in one of the seminal works of Old Earth Culture, a squid-like monster that burrowed within the earth, grabbing living beings with its tentacled maw and, after ingestion, digesting them slowly in order to cause the maximum amount of suffering. Mr. Hut - for that was who the voice was, was evidently still pleased with the creature.

"I guess you're here about Tops, yes? That traitor thinks he can hide his operations from me, but I know better..." the station's master trailed off.

"Mr. Hut," Rudolf replied gleefully. He had expected to perhaps get his secretary or some kind of call screening. Not only that, the man already knew he was here and what he was here for. "You're information network is just as extensive as the rumors suggest. It's spooky. Yes, you're absolutely right. I got information suggesting that Mr. Tops was connected to a... well I suppose you could call them an organization. A loose one. Hobbyists." He nearly spat the word, like it was some repulsive bit of grime he wouldn't allow in his mouth for a moment longer than necessary. "Bad apples that cut and modify on whims, no respect for the creature before or after, no regard given to its health, giving all of my work a bad name! You can imagine my surprise when I heard that this terrible man was after you, so I thought I'd see whether I could offer my help."

"Your help would be most welcome," Mr. Hut replied, "I've already hired bounty hunters," okay, one bounty hunter, but Rudolf didn't need to know that, "after Mr. Tops, but I need someone to go after the 'Unauthorized Baskervilles' he's making. You see, Benjamin Tops is dealing with the Sphinx in exchange for material and military support for a coup in Vegas Station, but is planning to throw the Sphinx out once he'd gotten their help. And thus, he's created, in the labyrinths inside the station's 'shell', an army of 'Rancors' - gigantic, roughly humanoid beasts with tough hides that can endure the Sphinx's favored Railguns. With these, he plans to become a Sector-wide power himself."

At the mention of the man creating his own no doubt hack-job lowest bidder Baskervilles Rudolf felt a stirring of personal indignence at the man that hadn't been there before.

"However, these Rancors' VI Handlers are not...advanced enough to adequately guide the creatures' unique, cunning, brains, and so Benjamin Tops has commissioned a 'Platinum VI Chip' from an unknown source, in order to more perfectly coordinate his creations." Mr. Hut said with loathing. "Find that chip and the army, and destroy them...then I will commission another one for my own use."

"If at all possible, sir..." he began awkwardly, trying to think of a way to phrase this. "I would prefer the creatures alive and this chip of his sounds quite interesting." Remmy was always saying that it was all well and good to do PR work like this, but Rudolf could imagine the mans face if he brought something they could profit off of from this expedition. Besides which, if this chip was as advanced as Mr. Hut implied it could potentially improve Baskerville survivability in the filed, which was always a plus. "Pardon me for bragging, but there isn't a Baskerville alive that I can't rehabilitate. It's a personal hobby of mine. We'd still be able to get you an army of these creatures, but I can't help but feel that given living specimens we'd be able to significantly improve both combat ability and temperament."

"Even better!" Mr. Hut spoke as though it was part of his plan all along. "Anyway, I'm in a meeting with the heir of the Guild of Free and Fair Trade right now; want to join us? He's the one who's providing bounty hunters against Tops."

"I would be delighted." Rudolf replied, wondering what he had been worrying about. The man had bought from them, he was an animal lover. There's no way he would have objected. Though hearing that the future head of the guild was out here was interesting. Wasn't Baskerville Security in the Guild? Didn't that make them his future boss? Rudolf didn't really pay attention to things like that. "Where would we be meeting?"

"My place in the Station's 'Core'; actually the 'bottom' of the larger structure's 'cylinder'," spoke Mr. Hut. "And I must say, you've sweetened a recent bargain we made..."

"That's nice to know. Thank you sir." Rudolf said as he began walking. Beside him GG got up from his position blocking the thoroughfare and began to tromp after him. The street they'd been standing on was packed, but aside from a few brave and curious souls who'd come up to take pictures of the giant Baskerville as they passed everyone had kept their distance from the two. Now that they were moving the circle of empty space that had formed around them seemed to move with they as people parted way to let them through. Rudolf paid this phenomena no mind, instead taking a quick look at his PDA before bringing it back to his ear. "How is Sarlacc, by the way? I know his scheduled checkup isn't for another two and a half weeks, but I could take care of that so long as I'm here."

"Oh, he's doing well; and yes, I'll need your help preparing him for Benjamin..." Mr. Hut trailed off sinisterly.

He'll get sick if you feed him that. Rudolf though to himself, but what he said was "I'll enjoy seeing him again. See you soon, Mr. Hut." With that he flipped off his PDA and put it back in his pocket. "I wonder if he remembers me?" He asked dreamily to himself.

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

@Happy Go Lucky, Approved.

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

@Gentlemanvaultboy, Hey, want to talk in the link I PMed ya, aka the usual page?

GATE: Manila, Philippines GM Recruitment (I need people who've actually watched GATE).

@Sifter, You can be; thanks to Me and Ayazi, we can fill in any lack of data you have about the Philippines.

Also, this might help:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_equipmen..

And, yes, I do have ideas for a joint UN Force being the primary group that heads through the Gate...

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

@Gentlemanvaultboy, I'm a bit busy today, and tired out from the collab, so I'll give you the required information OOC:

- Mr. Hut remembers Rudolf very fondly; his company gave him a 'Sarlacc' Baskerville a while ago for execution purposes.
- He's willing to arrange a meeting, either alongside Par or separately from him.
- He is willing to give information on Benjamin Tops' own Baskervilles, including an army of 'Rancors' that Benjamin plans to enhance with a 'Platinum VI Chip'.

That ought to help.

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

((Part One of a Collab between multiple players))

"Hahahaha!" the two scavengers laughed at Ahnciel's humiliation, before the woman said:

"So, tough guy," she was addressing Reuben, "taking the puppy into your custody, then? You have to be careful; his thickest weapon is his accent." Another laugh.

"Seriously, though," the musclewoman said, "you want him taken out of official custody, we want a bribe. Cyborg you may be, but we can call for backup ina second, and we have EMPs."

The Count interjected before Mr. Reuben could say anything. "Am I hearing what I dare believe I hear? Did official guards of this damnable den of decadence and lecherousness openly say 'bribe'..? Bloody hell, and I thought any of you were halfway decent..."

His mental cogs went to work as he continued talking as a distraction, "At least be subtle, shit. 'Do wrong, right' and all that.". He paused for a moment, "In any case, how much money are we talking? I have a contact with interest in such individuals. 400, base offer."

Reuben had been about to respond to the troublesome scavengers when another organic entered the scene, one Count... Jericho? He clearly believed himself to be extremely important and unlike most of the organics he was armed, with a heavy ballistic pistol no less. Regardless, he was not in any true danger, and he believed the organics were expecting a response.

Switching on his more serious synthesizer, "-ATTENTION MULTIPLE ORGANICS, YOUR REQUEST FOR MONETARY COMPENSATION IS DENIED, THE SOCIETY OF STEEL DOES NOT CONDONE SUCH ACTIONS. IN ADDITION, THE REMAINING SALVAGE OF THE POD IS YOUR COMPENSATION. AS FOR ORGANIC LIFEFORM CLASSIFIED AS 'COUNT JERICHO' I REQUEST YOU MOVE FROM OUT OF MY PATH AS MY PRIMARY OBJECTIVE LIES BEHIND YOU.-, Reuben very carefully pulled his new charge closer in case things got... complicated.

The mechanical bark from what Ahnciel perceived to be an armored figure made his ears flatten in surprise. He'd been convinced a chink in the armor could provide the relatively sharp hunk of plastic a means to harm them. As Reuben reached for the Aylv, he lifted his arms in self defense and attempted to back up before being grasped and hauled to his feet. The machine's grating tone explained the conflict between custody, divvying up what possessions he had left as well as his own person...and the recorder.

With this, Ahnciel's eyes turned to the already scavenged craft and the luxury escape pod which sat in its place. While the technology was a fancy find for the fleet, the interior was a bit worse for wear with smashed consoles and a pentagram painted in blood on the visor. In its current state, the fleet's 'skinners' would let the wreck drift, but its damage wasn't initially apparent. "Zeh recorder really iz not verth keepink" he tried to suggest, ashamed of his actions during the flight and preferring not to be reminded of or share his moments of dimishished faith. However, spitefully, Ahnciel would rather trade the craft for the opportunity to destroy evidence, as the recorded likely contained information that could lead those who scanned it back to the point where he was launched...though 'No Sky' was very likely long gone.

Tactless insults made by the woman who clearly was unaware of who or what Ahnciel was. Her words were met with a glare and bared fangs, though Reuben's grip on his wrist made it a toothless display. It was all the power he had at his disposal to deny giving his name, outright. There would likely be better times for such formalities, and bigger names were already making an appearance, hopefully drawing the attention from himself as he inspected the metallic hand which gripped his arm. If it wasn't for the oversized flight suit, he could have easily accessed his salvage kit as well as expose the photon cannon to easily diffuse the percieved direness of his situation. Until then, he could only wait and hope he was falling into the right hands, helplessly being dragged along like luggage.

"400 -" said the woman, before the Cyborg and Ahnciel interrupted, causing her to glare:

"We'll take the craft, the so-called 'recorder', and any weapons that aren't a plastic shiv. You," she meant Jericho, "take the Genemod. However, in order to go through the motions, we want his robotic arm scanned for any hidden weapons."

The male salvager, who had stayed quiet through all the commotion, brought up a scanning device that looked like a miniature metal detector.

It was faintly obvious that Jericho smiled through his mask, his simple body movements giving away the fact he was pleased with this development. "Lovely. Mr. Cyborg, are you really going to go through myself and start a ruckus? I now have the security of this station on my side.", his smile must've widened, "I can throw you something that would help recuperate the loss, if you'd like. I have access to very interesting spacecraft plans, and my aforementioned employer, Mr. Par, would be just peachy with that."

Jericho extended his hand for a handshake.

"The previously noted item for the genemodded. Do we have a deal?"

Reuben addressed the scavenger's before he would deal with Jericho, "-INCORRECT, THE FLIGHT RECORDER IS THE PROPERTY OF THE SOCIETY FOR USE IN THE STUDY OF THE PREVIOUSLY UN-RECORDED ORGANIC LIFEFORM. I HAVE NO OBJECTION TO A SCAN OF HIS CYBERNETIC LIMB.", then, quite unexpectedly, the so called 'Count' Jericho made him... an offer.

It was preceded with a threat, implying that he could get the station to deactivate him by force. Following this he offerd what he claimed were 'interesting' spacecraft plans, a pointless offer he did not intend to make and then Par was mentioned. The cyborg tilted his head slightly at this, his mind running through quite a few possibilities, calculating outcomes, assisting him with memory pulled from artificial banks in his skull.

He looked down at the hand the Count had extended but did not take it, "-ORGANIC CREATURE DESIGNATED COUNT JERICHO, YOUR OFFER DENIED. THERE IS NO CONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE THAT YOUR OFFER OF SHIP PLANS IS EQUAL OR SUPERIOR TO THE UNKNOWN BIO-ORGANISM. HOWEVER, YOU ARE IN THE EMPLOY OF PARADISE RAPIDS, HEIR TO THE GUILD OF FREE AND FAIR TRADE. I SEEK MISTER RAPIDS, AND REQUEST YOU TAKE ME TO HIM. IN ADDITION THE UNKOWN ORGANIC WILL REMAIN IN MY CUSTODY-", again he made certain he had a grip on the dog creature's arm, his Haywire rifle was slung over his arm and he was convinced in needs be he could get the weapon free... hopefully he would not need to. He glanced back at his charge, the small organic behind him, "-I REQUEST YOU GIVE ME A FORM OF IDENTIFICATION BY WHICH TO REFER TO YOU IN ORDER TO MORE EASILY COMMUNICATE, CHOOSE THIS IDENTIFICATION NOW OR I WILL SELECT A CALLSIGN FOR YOU.-"

The notion of having his arm scanned for weapons which the woman sounded intent on taking filled Ahnciel with dread. His appendage was made with plasteel and the determination of the fleet, and he'd be damned if he let it be taken by humans...also he needed it as an arm. Hopefully, the scan wouldn't pick up the tampering to the focus lens which allowed the makeshift flashlight to build into a pulse. In response to Reuben's allowance of the scan to take place, Ahnciel couldn't help but chime in, "I vould have an objection to a scan ouf my cybernetic limb!"

His tone laced with a growl as his company talked about him as though he was more of an object than a living, thinking entity. This came along with a tug and a wring of his wrist to test the grip of the thing that held him in place. The mentions of names brought an interesting notion that Ahnciel was still unaware of the names of his company besides the menacing human whom the aylv was questioning the integrity of due to his lofty threat of siccing security on the robot. It was turning into a bit of a mess in his opinion. The point of his mission was to meet with the leader, though it was a vague directive that the various separations in human society was quickly complicating things....

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

@agentmanatee, I'm on the link!

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

@Gentlemanvaultboy, made a short post!