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Age of Broken Shackles(Very Soft Sci-fi Nation RP)

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Death of the genre

I would give a more nuanced take, but I like my RPs atm and currently have some good partners like usual. I guess it's never been difficult for me to find people.

Death and Desire: A Warhammer Fantasy RP

Bahadir had maneuvered to survive before, but it was a strategy he had been a bit too scatterbrained to think of at the moment. His lithe companion was good for more than her sword and her promises, he decided. A sizeable portion of the greenskins and beastmen had rammed into one another, their intimidation of the other side more powerful than their hatred of humans. A lone beastman had leaped like a mountain ram, twin axes in its hands as it threw itself into the midst of the orcs. From there, the maelstrom of the melee was hard to watch with certainty of its outcome, not that Bahadir or Calliope had the time to do so.

The pirate wench dispatched a beastman with a well placed riposte, dancing back as another gor harried her with a notched sword, braying. Spittle and putrid breath erupted from its goat-like snout. An orc had thought her easy prey, launching itself at her back with a large scimitar, only for Bahadir to behead the thing with a well-placed chop of his axe. Calliope gave a nod of thanks, but Bahadir could not even grant a 'your welcome' in his language before another orc replaced the last one, this one larger and carrying an axe of its own. Bahadir ducked a swing, but his own counter was blocked with the haft of the big greenskin's own weapon, the orc thrusting its elbow forward. Bahadir turned his head aside to make the blow glancing, and he used the momentum to perform a spin kick, his boot connecting with the orc's powerful jaw. It felt like he kicked stone, but even with its enhanced physiology, the orc was dazed. Bahadir raised his axe and clove through its skull, chopping through it like a melon.

A quick glance to the battlefield showed him the orcs held the advantage, and as more beastmen charged at him, he barked 'Qursan!' which was his people's word for pirate, or 'Corsair'. Calliope was well traveled enough to understand, and she redirected a beastman's spear thrust, bloodying its snout with the pommel of her saber before she turned to acknowledge him. He reached for her, and she reached for him. They grabbed each other's forearms, and Bahadir yanked her out of range of the beastmen. To her credit, she did not land on the ground, but clung to his back as he leaped and kicked off the wall, sailing over a scarred orc swinging a flanged mace. Calliope managed to kick it in the face as they sailed past, and once Bahadir landed, she dropped to the ground. Both humans turned, now back to back as half a dozen greenskins had seen the acrobatics and worried one another on who got to fight the duo next.

"Kol Khara!" Bahadir spat, speaking the insult in a manner that could be construed no other way than offensively.

"Bilge rats, the lot of ya!" She cursed, her voice surprisingly powerful for one so small, at least that was Bahadir's thoughts.

The orcs did not need to be told twice, the first three howling and shouldering past each other, their broad-shouldered bulk glowing from the sun. Calliope cut a thick wrist before blocking the sword with her own, having to half-hand her sabre to keep it from crashing atop her. Bahadir parried a mace with the head of his axe, giving a backhanded swipe that cut across the orc's face, drawing blood. It cried out in anger and confusion, but the roar died on its lips when its ally impaled it with a longsword. The orc behind it withdrew the blade and shoved its dead comrade out of the way to enter the fray.

Bahadir felt Calliope's strategy was working, but he was getting tired, and they were bound to make a mistake at some point. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he knew he could just as easily die today as not.

The Enemy Beyond: Warhammer 40,000 Inquisitor RP

I regained consciousness relatively quickly onboard the Caledonia. I had thought this time, death would have surely taken me. I had seen the spectre, felt its ghaslty presence on my person. Somehow it felt familiar, as if I had come close to meeting it many times before. Something tangible but only just at the edge of my realization. My thoughts came back, not like a flood or a breathe of fresh air, but a bullet being placed in the chamber. I opened my eyes to see that I was not placed in the medicae, but I was on a small cot on the floor, with Selencia's back turned to me and Emmaline on her knees beside me, her hand holding mine. I decided I had become injured far too often as of late, but when my eyes saw my lover, I became aware that I was once again, simply glad it had not been her.

"Inquisitor," Lazarus stated in a formal greeting, but I could tell the old codger was as happy to see me as I was, him.

Selencia turned around as Emmaline blinked and looked down at my face. I could tell by her eyes there was a modicum of guilt, but our minds brushed for an instant and I bade her leave those thoughts. Instead, I attempted to sit up, only for Selencia to hold me down with a firm hand, ready to scold me. Begrudgingly, I did so, but that did not mean I would be coddled.

"Report," I said simply, some of my old strength returning.

Emmaline reverted to business quickly. "The Even Chance has been subdued. All men and women aboard are being rounded up as we speak. The Caledonia breached and boarded its stern." She said, her eyes barely flickering as she recited the words, as if she held a mental notepad in her mind. "Small pockets of resistance are still holding out aboard, but we are culling them as we speak. The men of the Caledonia have been reinforced with some of Even Chance's men who were kept in the dark, as well as Lucius."

"Clara?" I inquired.

"Better off than you." She remarked with a small smile.

I pondered the predicament. The Inquisitor Vorn was well connected. It would behoove us to retrieve any documents we might find aboard his vessel. Yet, he had summoned daemons, had entertained a heretic astartes, and had broken bread with a devious drukhari. His men were corrupted, and though there was doubtless more than a few of the lower crew that were innocent, they would have to be cordoned off and purified. I briefly ran the previous few months through my head, and felt satisfied that Vorn was the root of this ruinous cell. As Selencia placed a needle in my arm, my eyes went from Emmaline to Lazarus.

"Find what innocents of their crew that you can. But do not look for more than a few hours. Pull the men back, and sabotage the Even Chance's batteries and warp capabilities. Once we are at a safe distant, have Urien obliterate the ship with enough ordnance that their souls go screaming into the maws of their Gods they are so devoted to. I intend to be on the deck when we do."

My team did so, and Selencia did her duty. By the time the fighting had stopped, I had been granted full leave to stand, albeit with limited permission to run or turn quickly. With Lazarus's help, I made it to the Bridge of the Caledonia as Urien and the others gathered. The fuedal worlder sported a few more scars and fresh bandaged, but otherwise he was as fearsome as ever. Emmaline wore her bodyglove and jacket, her needle pistol reacquired on her person. Lucious Raj was even there, filling out a three meter wide space between the cogitators and the warp display. As I approached, he chuckled, his baritone voice shuddering beneath his visor.

"I hear you and your lady had more action than I did, Inquisitor. I had been waiting to face one of my little brothers, but you slew him before I could get there. Impressive." The Thunder Warrior confessed. "Perhaps an 'astartes' is not as formidable as I have been lead to believe."

"Unfortunately, I am certain you will eventually learn." I replied back to him. While this investigation was now over, I had no doubt in my mind that sooner rather than later, we would again be in a situation of similar dangers.

"Captain! Lance batteries and macrocannons primed!" The Master Helmsman's aide called, and Urien looked to me for confirmation. Without hesitating, I gave it. Thousands of tons of ordnance and great beams of concentrated energy cut through the crippled ship, bisecting it to split in half like a cracked walnut, and even as we watched on the holomonitor above us, it broke into further pieces, silently drifting apart into the endless void of space.

Death and Desire: A Warhammer Fantasy RP

As the two were unshackled and granted their weapons beneath the shadow of the gate, the drums began. Small beams of sunlight pierced through small cracks above the ancient doorway, flecking the skin of the slave-fighter and the pirate captain. Bahadir had no stories of the northern world to equate this to, but he recalled a number of tales from his childhood that seemed apt, like the Tale of Rasheed and the Necromancer's Fool. He glanced at Calliope, the woman testing the weight of the sword betwixt her hands.

"Scared?" He asked, which drew an almost accusatory look. He did not change expressions. Very little had changed since the other day, particularly for her, but Bahadir felt a sense of loss. He had insulted the master, and had lost their favor. Bahadir had never been happy in servitude, but it was...familiar. Even when sent out to face death, he had done it knowing he had their approval. It had always been there, and now it was not. They did not want him to die gloriously, just to die. He did not know how to feel.

For her part, Calliope gave a predatory grin. "Aye, I'm shakin in me boots." She replied, her accent a bit thicker with the facetious remark. "Being condemned is where the fun begins, savvy?"

"Savvy?" He echoed, confused.

The dark woman, always so confident, was caught by surprise for a moment. "Er, Savvy is understand."

"Savvy... what?"

"No, savvy means understand." She remarked, even sheathing her sword to place her hands parallel to one another, gesturing left and right as if indicating two boxes. It dawned on him what she meant, and he nodded.

"Ah, savvy." He replied, using it with its intended purpose. Her grin returned.

"You watch my back, I watch yours." She said, retrieving her sword again. Bahadir caught her eye, and he gave her a look between them. She laughed when she realized he was indicating how much larger his back was than hers. "Means I'm working twice as hard, don't forget that."

With brutal suddenness, the gates opened with a clang, hot wind and sunlight pouring in to invade their bodies. Even through the glare, Bahadir could see two other gates following suit across the breadth of the sandy arena, and he gripped the haft of his axe more tightly when he saw the distant, hulking figures emerge from the dark shadows. To the east, misshapen and bestial things loped into view. Their bodies were scarred and mutated with coarse fur, some sporting hooves or paws on their feet. Their heads were twisted into mockeries of beasts from the forest, and they carried axe, sword, and spear in their hands. Bahadir knew them by many names, but the northerners called them Beastmen. Most had curved horns or antlers, the ungors and the gors, save for a few with wolfish heads. However, one was larger than the rest, stepping with greater confidence, as if it believed the Gods themselves watched its every movement. What stood out the most were its great sloping horns, and the patchwork armor on its broad chest.

"Bestigor..." Calliope spat, looking at the creature.

To the west, other beings strode into the light. With pigish, yellow eyes and tusks, they were thicker in body than the beastman, and lacked none of the ferocity. All were taller than the ungors, and even most of the gors, and rather than fur, their skin was a putrid, moss green. They had sloping foreheads and large jaws, with huge fists and shoulders as wide as Bahadir's. In their hands they wielded similar weapons, axes, swords, clubs, but none held spears. One did hold a long handled axe, however. A veritable bardiche, and the thing that wielded it seemed nearly as ready to sweep it across the backs of his allies as he did his supposed opponents. They bristled with taut aggression, as keen on violence as the beastmen were on destruction. They were Orcs, and along with the beastmen, there must have been thirty humanoids in all stepping into the arena. Bahadir looked behind him, and saw Mamluks with spears approaching to worry their backs if they did not step forward, and so he and Calliope leaped out of the gate and into the sun, even as the beastmen and orcs saw both the two seemingly helpless humans, and the opposing monstrosities, and great roars erupted as the monsters charged.

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