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Welcome aboard! Glad to see a sheet was the first thing to post.
Earth, High Orbit
After short amount of time passing after departing from the Cerberus, the dropships of the 189th were fast on approach to the Earth, maneuvering around thousands of shredded starship debris from past battles, Earth’s orbit was a deathtrap for any pilot who came unprepared and lacked the training. Most fortunate for the 189th Mobile Infantry that their pilots knew what they were doing, unfortunately, one can never truly be prepared to be a moving target.
Colonel Sidonis, Commander of the battalion, hung around in the front of the cockpit of one of the larger transport, his gaze glued several screens playing live feed of the outside world, gripped tightly to the co-pilots seat's cushions, observing the outside as the group flew in a loose formation. Missiles and other projectiles passing by the ship as they fell under attack. The worst he feared came to pass as one of the dropships furthest ahead of the group was hit by an incoming missile, engulfed in a blinding light, followed by fast approaching wreckage from its fresh carcass, the pattern repeated several more times as more dropships were destroyed from their pursuers.
"Son of a bitch!" The Colonel exclaimed, his grip growing tighter. "Get us out of their aim!" He ordered as he turned back to face a crowd of legionaries nervously waiting in the cargo hold. "Don’t faulter! You are Legionaries! The fighting elite of the Eclipse! Show these heretics your undying resolve! You will not break!” The small pep talk was a much-needed morale boost for the frightened recruits, chanting out “Talus Vult!”
“Buckle up! We’re in for a rough landing!” Colonel Sidonis ordered as he leapt down from the steps. Quickly fastening himself to his seat. The others following behind. Despite being safely buckled in, the Colonel’s unit out of sheer habit, gripped tightly on their seats as the turbulence grew more intense. Before long, their hostile pursuers would cease their hunt as they returned to the ensuing battle. The surviving dropships pushing pass the atmosphere, the darkness of space slowly being left behind as Iceland was on the horizon, their isolated enclave in the Atlantic.
After short amount of time passing after departing from the Cerberus, the dropships of the 189th were fast on approach to the Earth, maneuvering around thousands of shredded starship debris from past battles, Earth’s orbit was a deathtrap for any pilot who came unprepared and lacked the training. Most fortunate for the 189th Mobile Infantry that their pilots knew what they were doing, unfortunately, one can never truly be prepared to be a moving target.
Colonel Sidonis, Commander of the battalion, hung around in the front of the cockpit of one of the larger transport, his gaze glued several screens playing live feed of the outside world, gripped tightly to the co-pilots seat's cushions, observing the outside as the group flew in a loose formation. Missiles and other projectiles passing by the ship as they fell under attack. The worst he feared came to pass as one of the dropships furthest ahead of the group was hit by an incoming missile, engulfed in a blinding light, followed by fast approaching wreckage from its fresh carcass, the pattern repeated several more times as more dropships were destroyed from their pursuers.
"Son of a bitch!" The Colonel exclaimed, his grip growing tighter. "Get us out of their aim!" He ordered as he turned back to face a crowd of legionaries nervously waiting in the cargo hold. "Don’t faulter! You are Legionaries! The fighting elite of the Eclipse! Show these heretics your undying resolve! You will not break!” The small pep talk was a much-needed morale boost for the frightened recruits, chanting out “Talus Vult!”
“Buckle up! We’re in for a rough landing!” Colonel Sidonis ordered as he leapt down from the steps. Quickly fastening himself to his seat. The others following behind. Despite being safely buckled in, the Colonel’s unit out of sheer habit, gripped tightly on their seats as the turbulence grew more intense. Before long, their hostile pursuers would cease their hunt as they returned to the ensuing battle. The surviving dropships pushing pass the atmosphere, the darkness of space slowly being left behind as Iceland was on the horizon, their isolated enclave in the Atlantic.
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Hello.
First of all, while it is nice that you have some interest in the rp. You can't just make a post without a sheet. In addition, with the post length and quality, I feel that this rp might be too advanced for you at the moment, sorry about that.
Hello.
First of all, while it is nice that you have some interest in the rp. You can't just make a post without a sheet. In addition, with the post length and quality, I feel that this rp might be too advanced for you at the moment, sorry about that.
Due to a player dropping, Neptune and its moons are available for anyone to claim.
@ReedeThe23rd Alright, now that I've familiarized myself. While interesting, I would prefer to keep things contained in Sol for the time being, in that contacting outside systems would be an impossible task at present time. Unless you meant something more local?
Although I have a fun suggestion. Maybe you could play as a group that is trying to reestablish communications with outside systems, which so far is met with little success.
Although I have a fun suggestion. Maybe you could play as a group that is trying to reestablish communications with outside systems, which so far is met with little success.
Earth
High Orbit
It all came so suddenly and without warning, the Cerberus was en route to the Iceland Administratum to drop off the latest batch of recruits, it came no surprise who instigated the attack. Darius Garza laid on the steel floor, barely conscious as he heard muffled screams all around him, the ship’s sirens blaring out, dark featureless shapes morphing back and forth, he almost slipped back into the darkness before he felt a hand grip his shoulder tightly, a feminine voice slowly breaking through the darkness. "DARIUS!" A pale-skinned young woman called out to him, her hair as white as snow, her jade eyes, filled with deep concern, welling with tears as he regained consciousness. “Thank Talus…”
Darius at first was slow to stand on his two feet, but he managed the strength to do such a task. He rubbed the back of his head, sore from the nasty fall he took. “Alice…What the hell happened...” He asked, his voice slightly slurred, barely awake.
“Venusians, they pounced on us out nowhere.” Alice replied, the ship trembled as both slow their ground. “We gotta get you out of here.” Alice said as she lifted Darius, both shoulder to shoulder as they left the bunk. Once the doors slide open, it was chaos, as the Cerberus’ crew scrambled about, the sirens still blaring out, followed by “Red Alert! Red Alert! All personnel in combat stations!” Pushing through the corridors. The duo moving down the path leading to the hanger bay.
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The captain of the Cerberus, Lyro Ordius waited with anticipation and dread as the battle unfolded. In the center of the CIC stood a moderately sized flat projector table, materializing all ships in the vicinity. On one end was Cerberus herself, and on the other, an imperial carrier and its frigate escort flotilla. Between both parties were dozens of small blips on the map, representing fighters and other craft for both sides as they duked it out. The ship trembled once more, breaking the balance of all the CIC staff.
"Captain! Shields are down to 30%!." One the staff called out. The captain focused his gaze at the battle unfolding, refusing to yield to the enemy. “Focus any available batteries on the enemy mothership! Blast the heathens to stardust!”
“Aye Aye, Captain.” Another officer replied. “Broadside batteries reconfiguring target….now!” The ship let out a low rumble as plasma bursts emerged from the ship. “Enemy mothership’s shields down by 20%.” The officer declared. Caption Ordius continued to survey the battlefield, circling around the table, bright red lights illuminating the dark room. “Status on our recruits?”
“90% of the 189th have reported in the hanger.
“Good, once those ships leave the Cerberus, I want all fighter wings to cover their escape.” The Captain said. “Once they make it planetside, we get the hell out.”
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Alice with a still barely co conscious Darius, had finally arrived to the Hanger bay, filled to the brim with the rest of their battalion, the 189th Mobile Infantry. Legionaries lining up as they boarded their transports, while others remained on stand-by, awaiting for any stragglers left behind. Alice scanned her surroundings, seeking out her and darius’ unit, until she took notice of one legionary waving her arms about in urgency. Both slowly making their way to their squad. Two of their squadmates rushed over as they both grabbed Darius by his arms, taking him to the dropship. The other female legionary embracing Alice tightly. “Thank Talus! You both made it!” She exclaimed, Alice hugging back.
“Sorry to worry you Milly.” Milly shook her head. “It’s what the Priests taught us afterall.” Both nodded as they turned their attention to the outside, the darkness of space illuminated by the fires of battle, imperial and legion fighters zooming past the ray-shielded hanger. A new type of siren blared out as the signal was given for the 189th to finally deploy. “All aboard!” The squad sergeant hollered out as milly and alice boarded the dropship, the side hatches shutting up tight, the low rumble of the engine felt by all as it slowly lifted up and jettisoned out from the hanger, along side a dozen other transports and dropships.
It wouldn’t take long for the enemy to notice, a squadron of Raptors breaking off from the battle to pursue their new prey, unleashing a hail of laser shots and missiles, managing to take down a large transport and several dropships. Their assault wouldn’t last long as a squadron of Gladius fighters flanked the raptors, breaking their concentration as they engaged their new foe, giving time to what remains of the 189th to flee to the surface.
High Orbit
It all came so suddenly and without warning, the Cerberus was en route to the Iceland Administratum to drop off the latest batch of recruits, it came no surprise who instigated the attack. Darius Garza laid on the steel floor, barely conscious as he heard muffled screams all around him, the ship’s sirens blaring out, dark featureless shapes morphing back and forth, he almost slipped back into the darkness before he felt a hand grip his shoulder tightly, a feminine voice slowly breaking through the darkness. "DARIUS!" A pale-skinned young woman called out to him, her hair as white as snow, her jade eyes, filled with deep concern, welling with tears as he regained consciousness. “Thank Talus…”
Darius at first was slow to stand on his two feet, but he managed the strength to do such a task. He rubbed the back of his head, sore from the nasty fall he took. “Alice…What the hell happened...” He asked, his voice slightly slurred, barely awake.
“Venusians, they pounced on us out nowhere.” Alice replied, the ship trembled as both slow their ground. “We gotta get you out of here.” Alice said as she lifted Darius, both shoulder to shoulder as they left the bunk. Once the doors slide open, it was chaos, as the Cerberus’ crew scrambled about, the sirens still blaring out, followed by “Red Alert! Red Alert! All personnel in combat stations!” Pushing through the corridors. The duo moving down the path leading to the hanger bay.
----------------
The captain of the Cerberus, Lyro Ordius waited with anticipation and dread as the battle unfolded. In the center of the CIC stood a moderately sized flat projector table, materializing all ships in the vicinity. On one end was Cerberus herself, and on the other, an imperial carrier and its frigate escort flotilla. Between both parties were dozens of small blips on the map, representing fighters and other craft for both sides as they duked it out. The ship trembled once more, breaking the balance of all the CIC staff.
"Captain! Shields are down to 30%!." One the staff called out. The captain focused his gaze at the battle unfolding, refusing to yield to the enemy. “Focus any available batteries on the enemy mothership! Blast the heathens to stardust!”
“Aye Aye, Captain.” Another officer replied. “Broadside batteries reconfiguring target….now!” The ship let out a low rumble as plasma bursts emerged from the ship. “Enemy mothership’s shields down by 20%.” The officer declared. Caption Ordius continued to survey the battlefield, circling around the table, bright red lights illuminating the dark room. “Status on our recruits?”
“90% of the 189th have reported in the hanger.
“Good, once those ships leave the Cerberus, I want all fighter wings to cover their escape.” The Captain said. “Once they make it planetside, we get the hell out.”
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Alice with a still barely co conscious Darius, had finally arrived to the Hanger bay, filled to the brim with the rest of their battalion, the 189th Mobile Infantry. Legionaries lining up as they boarded their transports, while others remained on stand-by, awaiting for any stragglers left behind. Alice scanned her surroundings, seeking out her and darius’ unit, until she took notice of one legionary waving her arms about in urgency. Both slowly making their way to their squad. Two of their squadmates rushed over as they both grabbed Darius by his arms, taking him to the dropship. The other female legionary embracing Alice tightly. “Thank Talus! You both made it!” She exclaimed, Alice hugging back.
“Sorry to worry you Milly.” Milly shook her head. “It’s what the Priests taught us afterall.” Both nodded as they turned their attention to the outside, the darkness of space illuminated by the fires of battle, imperial and legion fighters zooming past the ray-shielded hanger. A new type of siren blared out as the signal was given for the 189th to finally deploy. “All aboard!” The squad sergeant hollered out as milly and alice boarded the dropship, the side hatches shutting up tight, the low rumble of the engine felt by all as it slowly lifted up and jettisoned out from the hanger, along side a dozen other transports and dropships.
It wouldn’t take long for the enemy to notice, a squadron of Raptors breaking off from the battle to pursue their new prey, unleashing a hail of laser shots and missiles, managing to take down a large transport and several dropships. Their assault wouldn’t last long as a squadron of Gladius fighters flanked the raptors, breaking their concentration as they engaged their new foe, giving time to what remains of the 189th to flee to the surface.
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