Arriving at the base of the tower, Officer immediately heard the sound of footsteps in the snow. This was highly unusual, and warranted investigation. Crouching down low to the ground, he held down the button of his radio. "Suspicious activity in the area. Will investigate." He whispered into the gadget. Keeping his low stance, he drew his Revolver and held it with both hands as he slowly walked around the perimeter of the tower to find the source of the footsteps.
Reaching the front entrance of the building, Officer saw in the corner of his vision, saw something that resembled an overloaded bag disappear into the doors of the tower. He frantically tapped his radio once more. He spoke very quickly. "Be advised, possible floating objects in the area of the tower. Continuing investigation!" He said in a bit of a panicked tone as he clicked off the radio. He now had his gun raised and aimed in front of him as he advanced towards the door. He leaned up against the wall adjacent to the door, raising the gun to his side, and taking deep breaths.
Once he had prepared himself, he quickly spun around to face the open doors and aimed the revolver. "FREEZE!" He shouted. Expecting to see a floating bag inside. Instead, he saw an actual live human wrapped inside of a beige camo-hoodie and carrying the heavy-looking backpack. Feeling relieved (and slightly foolish), Officer lowered his weapon. "Oh, sorry about that. I mistook you for something else." He said as he returned the gun to its holster. Turning back to the man, Officer spoke again. "What's your name, citizen? And what's your business here?" He asked. This was the first time in years that he had seen another survivor, and while he was subconsciously glad about it, he still had to maintain the image of discipline required of Peacekeepers.
Rultaos
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Hi there I'm Rultaos, or simply Rult as some of my friends call me. I first got into RP'ing on two different sites back when I was in High School. The forums of the games Minecraft and Spiral Knights. Both had game-related RP's, as well as off-topic ones regarding fantasy and sci-fi. This was around 3-4 years ago. I wasn't really good at it back then, but I met a lot of great people and feel like I really improved since then.
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
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I got my post up. Hopefully that brings some life back into this quiet thread.
After the Jedi had taken the Thermal Detonators, Spotter and Cockpit emerged from their cover, and moved silently behind the droid forces. They kept their distance, and stepped lightly, so as not to set off the droids' noise and motion detectors. It took them no less than 30 seconds to cross the street and enter the structure.
The inside of the building wasn't very notable. It looked like every other apartment on the top-most levels of the planet. They had entered through the reception area, and made their way up the emergency stairwell. "Cockpit, you take point." Spotter ordered, having his squadmate advance ahead while he scanned the rear. They kept their eyes peeled and blasters ready as they ascended. There was no telling where they would find an enemy contact. Reaching the 2nd level of the building, Spotter gestured towards the door. cockpit nodded in understanding and burst through it, quickly scanning the room with his DC-17 as Spotter followed closely behind him.
"Clear." Cockpit said. They lowered their blasters and ducked down underneath a window that gave a view of the street. To their left was a door that led into the target balcony. Spotter put his hand up to his helmet as he activated his comms. "Radio, we're in position. We're going to drop down into the AAT underneath the balcony as soon as you give us the signal." Spotter said.
"Yes sir." Radio responded. Hiding near the street, he set his DC-17 to Anti-Armor mode as Mech did the same. Radio then turned to the two Jedi. "Sir, me and Mech will handle the distraction. Jump into the fray whenever you feel as if it's the right time. Just make sure to be ready to launch those Detonators into the AAT's once Spotter and Cockpit have finished their hijack." He explained. "Let's move out, Mech." He said as he turned to his other squadmate.
The two commandos headed farther behind the advancing droids, taking cover behind the smoldering wreckage of an ARC-170 starfighter. Radio and Mech leaned against the metal debris as they tightly clutched their weapons. Radio turned towards Mech and held up three fingers. He silently counted down. "3... 2... 1..."
He curled his hand into a fist. As soon as he did, both clones emerged from their cover and fired their Anti-Armor rounds into the Droidekas in ball-form, destroying at least four of them. The droids reacted quickly and shifted into their combat-mode as they slowly turned around with their deflector shields active.
Ducking back into cover as the Droidekas began firing a storm of blaster-fire at their position, Mech reloaded an Anti-Armor round while Radio activated his comm systems. "Sir! We have their attention. Go! Go!" He said as he began reloading his weapon.
The green B1 Battledroid commandeering the right-most AAT in their formation, observed the battle between the vanguard of their unit and the GAR unit ahead of them with his Rangefinder. It had its head sticking outside the hatch of the AAT's main cannon as it fired shells into the Clone forces. Suddenly, another B1 standing next to its tank turned around and shouted for attention. "Sir! We've got clones!" It said.
The green B1 put down its rangefinder and turned towards the droid. "Of course we've got clones. What do you think we're shooting at?!" It answered in annoyance. "No, I mean we got clones right behind us!" The regular B1 said as it pointed at the Droideka formation. The Droidekas were exchanging fire with two Clone soldiers hiding behind a destroyed ARC-170. The green B1 turned to the AAT blue Battledroid driver and began shouting orders. "Turn us around 180 degrees and prepare to fire!" It said. "Roger roger." The driver responded.
The large tank began turning around, and set its sights on the ARC-170. The green B1 began turning the main gun towards it. "Ready... steady..." The green B1 said as it aimed the cannons at the wreckage. Before it could press the trigger and give the fire order, it noticed a shadow cover them. "What the..." The droid said as it looked up. Before it could react, two Clone Commandos suddenly fell from above them, landing feet-first on the top of the main cannon as they fired upon the commander. "AAAGH!" The green B1 exclaimed as blue blaster fire peppered the droid. The two clones then jumped inside of the tank. "Uh oh!" The driver said as it turned around, and was subsequently shot.
The clones pushed aside the bodies of the droids and took their seats on the controls.
Cockpit took the driver seat while Spotter hopped into the main gun. "We're inside the AAT. Get ready with those detonators!" Spotter said as he locked onto the Droidekas. "Fire at will." He said. "Music to my ears!" Cockpit replied. Spotter fired the main gun into the middle of the Droidekas while Cockpit held down the trigger of the rapid blasters as he slowly turned the tank in order to sweep over all of the droids.. The deflector shields could not hold against the heavy weapons fire.
"Rollers are scrapped, sir." Cockpit said. "Good, because I think these droids are catching on to us." Spotter said as he saw the AAT next to them begin turning in their direction. Spotter quickly moved the main gun towards the enemy tank and fired another shell into it, stunning and damaging it, but not completely wrecking it. "Detonators, now!" Spotter said frantically into his comms, hoping that his squadmates and the Jedi could take out the tanks before they were blown apart.
The inside of the building wasn't very notable. It looked like every other apartment on the top-most levels of the planet. They had entered through the reception area, and made their way up the emergency stairwell. "Cockpit, you take point." Spotter ordered, having his squadmate advance ahead while he scanned the rear. They kept their eyes peeled and blasters ready as they ascended. There was no telling where they would find an enemy contact. Reaching the 2nd level of the building, Spotter gestured towards the door. cockpit nodded in understanding and burst through it, quickly scanning the room with his DC-17 as Spotter followed closely behind him.
"Clear." Cockpit said. They lowered their blasters and ducked down underneath a window that gave a view of the street. To their left was a door that led into the target balcony. Spotter put his hand up to his helmet as he activated his comms. "Radio, we're in position. We're going to drop down into the AAT underneath the balcony as soon as you give us the signal." Spotter said.
"Yes sir." Radio responded. Hiding near the street, he set his DC-17 to Anti-Armor mode as Mech did the same. Radio then turned to the two Jedi. "Sir, me and Mech will handle the distraction. Jump into the fray whenever you feel as if it's the right time. Just make sure to be ready to launch those Detonators into the AAT's once Spotter and Cockpit have finished their hijack." He explained. "Let's move out, Mech." He said as he turned to his other squadmate.
The two commandos headed farther behind the advancing droids, taking cover behind the smoldering wreckage of an ARC-170 starfighter. Radio and Mech leaned against the metal debris as they tightly clutched their weapons. Radio turned towards Mech and held up three fingers. He silently counted down. "3... 2... 1..."
He curled his hand into a fist. As soon as he did, both clones emerged from their cover and fired their Anti-Armor rounds into the Droidekas in ball-form, destroying at least four of them. The droids reacted quickly and shifted into their combat-mode as they slowly turned around with their deflector shields active.
Ducking back into cover as the Droidekas began firing a storm of blaster-fire at their position, Mech reloaded an Anti-Armor round while Radio activated his comm systems. "Sir! We have their attention. Go! Go!" He said as he began reloading his weapon.
The green B1 Battledroid commandeering the right-most AAT in their formation, observed the battle between the vanguard of their unit and the GAR unit ahead of them with his Rangefinder. It had its head sticking outside the hatch of the AAT's main cannon as it fired shells into the Clone forces. Suddenly, another B1 standing next to its tank turned around and shouted for attention. "Sir! We've got clones!" It said.
The green B1 put down its rangefinder and turned towards the droid. "Of course we've got clones. What do you think we're shooting at?!" It answered in annoyance. "No, I mean we got clones right behind us!" The regular B1 said as it pointed at the Droideka formation. The Droidekas were exchanging fire with two Clone soldiers hiding behind a destroyed ARC-170. The green B1 turned to the AAT blue Battledroid driver and began shouting orders. "Turn us around 180 degrees and prepare to fire!" It said. "Roger roger." The driver responded.
The large tank began turning around, and set its sights on the ARC-170. The green B1 began turning the main gun towards it. "Ready... steady..." The green B1 said as it aimed the cannons at the wreckage. Before it could press the trigger and give the fire order, it noticed a shadow cover them. "What the..." The droid said as it looked up. Before it could react, two Clone Commandos suddenly fell from above them, landing feet-first on the top of the main cannon as they fired upon the commander. "AAAGH!" The green B1 exclaimed as blue blaster fire peppered the droid. The two clones then jumped inside of the tank. "Uh oh!" The driver said as it turned around, and was subsequently shot.
The clones pushed aside the bodies of the droids and took their seats on the controls.
Cockpit took the driver seat while Spotter hopped into the main gun. "We're inside the AAT. Get ready with those detonators!" Spotter said as he locked onto the Droidekas. "Fire at will." He said. "Music to my ears!" Cockpit replied. Spotter fired the main gun into the middle of the Droidekas while Cockpit held down the trigger of the rapid blasters as he slowly turned the tank in order to sweep over all of the droids.. The deflector shields could not hold against the heavy weapons fire.
"Rollers are scrapped, sir." Cockpit said. "Good, because I think these droids are catching on to us." Spotter said as he saw the AAT next to them begin turning in their direction. Spotter quickly moved the main gun towards the enemy tank and fired another shell into it, stunning and damaging it, but not completely wrecking it. "Detonators, now!" Spotter said frantically into his comms, hoping that his squadmates and the Jedi could take out the tanks before they were blown apart.
I think I'll wait. I'll just make a post if the inactivity drags on.
Shall I wait for the Mages to post theirs first, or shall I put in Vark's POV when I can? Because it feels a little too soon for me to put my next one in =/
He is a she. And she's still here XD, don't worry (They're a friend of mine). They just need a bit of time to make their intro. Although, I do agree that we need more people in here.
Don't worry too much, man. Real-life stuff always comes first =). Though I have to ask, is there anything significant about the tower (like is there something we're to find there, or something story-related) or is it just a place for our guys to first meet?
Walking through the snow-covered city streets, a survivor in a large coat and heavy riot-armor looked up towards the high tower in the distance. He had no destination in mind, he was simply patrolling. After all, he was an Officer. Or at least, he believed himself to be. Wiping off the residue that had stuck on the glass of his mask with his thick gloves, he clicked on the radio crudely plastered with scotch tape on his right chestpiece. Its antenna was cut, and it had wires sticking out of it. Obviously, the gadget was broken. Despite this, "Officer" began speaking into it.
"Dispatch, this is Officer Wilson. I'm approaching the central tower. Will keep you updated on my status." He spoke into it, with a muffle from his gas mask, as he clicked it again. After speaking, Officer started moving again.
He checked the inner pockets of his coat. He had some food and water wrapped in plastic, but not enough to last more than a few days. One of the inner pockets was filled with ammunition for his .357 Revolver (Holstered on his left chestpiece), while the other held his rechargeable Taser. Compared to other poor saps who had gotten stuck out in this nuclear winter, Officer was fairly well-off. "I can't wait to get back to the station and have a nice ol' cup of Joe..." He said to himself as the tower loomed ever closer Though, this "station" he spoke about did not really exist; he just believes himself to be out on one big patrol across the wastes.
"Dispatch, this is Officer Wilson. I'm approaching the central tower. Will keep you updated on my status." He spoke into it, with a muffle from his gas mask, as he clicked it again. After speaking, Officer started moving again.
He checked the inner pockets of his coat. He had some food and water wrapped in plastic, but not enough to last more than a few days. One of the inner pockets was filled with ammunition for his .357 Revolver (Holstered on his left chestpiece), while the other held his rechargeable Taser. Compared to other poor saps who had gotten stuck out in this nuclear winter, Officer was fairly well-off. "I can't wait to get back to the station and have a nice ol' cup of Joe..." He said to himself as the tower loomed ever closer Though, this "station" he spoke about did not really exist; he just believes himself to be out on one big patrol across the wastes.
Hey GM, are you still gonna go through with this RP? We're just waiting for your "Go" signal
Are people still here? I am, but I can't move without Hillan. And he's still active on Skype, and I can't write for a player who's still there without their permission >_<
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