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Post by Scorpio on Apr 29, 2007 11:32:42 GMT
A basic superhero RP, set during the middle of the second world war.
The Nazis occupy most of France and are moving slowly towards the east to take Russia.
Unorthadox mesures have been taking by all sides, funding is now being secretly diverted to the formation of soldiers ready to turn the tide of the war. Engineers and scientists work on new equipment and weapons to give them the edge. Doctors are trying to improve the human body in strength, speed, mind and maybe more. Whilst the best and brightest are being hired (or conscripted) for their skill.
Character design -Any kind of hero you can think of, as long as his origins are earthly, I don't want to see any Supermen, or Green Lanterns. -Limit your powers, no super speed, super strong, psychic, Rambos. -Give a quick origin story with your character, does he (or she) become what they are from gadgets, military experiments or being the best at what they do? -Psychic powers are alright in most forms, try to avoid powerful mind control or 'scanners' head exploding. -You can be a hero, villian or a neutral (a bounty hunter or mercenary, or just fighting for themselves)
Rules -Unscripted. Do what you want, within reason -Sandbox. Go wherever, within reason -No trenchcoating. This can't be stressed enough. -Agree with other players before the use or hurt of their character. -Have fun.
Characters
Scorpio-'The Sparrow'. Jet pack, flame thrower, arm mounted gun. Rakk-'The Jack'. Theatrical, danger sense, exotic weapons. Khallos- 'Subject K'. Genetic enhancements, animal hunting senses, improved resistances and physique. Grigori- Sergeant Ethan 'Pale Horseman# Howards. Master marksman. Ty- James Mayfield 'Katz'. Retro metabolism. Oct- Peter Oberstrech 'Darwin'. Genetic control.
[glow=red,2,300]EDIT[/glow]: Back on, although you should go enjoy jurrasic park first.
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Post by Rakk on Apr 29, 2007 12:24:44 GMT
I'll be 'The Jack', named for the part of his costume which covers his face and holds an engraved Union Jack.
'The Jack' uses some recently discovered (not by choice) psychic powers which lead to a heightened awareness through his mid grazing others offering a sense for when he is in peril. He was part of research teams developing special experimental weaponry for British Intelligence. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when a powerful German Psychic who was captured in Northern Africa made his escape causing several large explosions. The escape by the German Psyhic horribly disfigured "The Jack's" face forcing him to wear a mask. Somehow during the escape "the Jack's" mind and that of the German Psychic touched opening up his latent psychic abilities and introducing him into a whole new world of hatred, rage and anger.
His powers are very limited normally, but are exponentially increased when around his nemesis (the German Psychic) at the cost of throwing him into a blinding rage. Expect him to be a bit theatric with the way he is conducted.
The Jack mainly relies upon theatrics, and his limited ability to predict danger through his psychic abilities. He also has some advanced weaponry but usually prefers to rely on more rugged and proven weapons.
Based at the same facility as Scorps character(Will edit in name as soon as it is given).
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 29, 2007 12:41:05 GMT
Captain David Turner 'The Sparrow' R.A.F
David dropped out of combat detail for fear that high altitude bombing runs never let him know who he was hurting. He became a test pilot for a secret facility on the British coast.
After a head researcher (and one of David friends) went missing in an explosion David turned to alcohol fo a few weeks, before a mysterious package turned up on the base with the final designs for the weapons and equipment being tested. (The Jack brought them onto the base).
The finished gear restored Davids confidence and got him back in the air. A jet pack, a wrist mounted gauntlet with a belt fed gun attached, a flamethrower pistol linked to a spare fuel supply in the pack, and a helmet radio.
Supplies of an experimental fuel where delivered to several resistance cells across Europe to re-supply the Sparrow.
As The Sparrow. David performs lightning fast raids for the war effort, mostly humanitarian though, his confidence is still too shaken for him to perform bombings or attacks too close to civilians.
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Post by Khallos on Apr 29, 2007 20:42:24 GMT
In a research station in the northern USSR, research was being conducted into genetic modification by Soviet scientists. In deepest Siberia, far from prying eyes, the researchers carried out their work, combining Animal DNA with humans in the hope of creating the perfect being - Eagle eyesight, sense of smell to rival a Bloodhound's, claws and teeth sharper than a wolverines, and balance like a cats - along with their nine lives - and a few modifications of their own: Dual hearts, larger than average lungs, a resistance to poision...
There were "accidents" and failure, sure enough - these were prototypes, and therefore didn't have to be perfect right off the bat.. and besides, there were plenty more test subjects where they came from in the Traitors Prisons. However, after one particularly spectacular accident there was a containment failure at the lab. 4 of the 43 subjects were killed by their fellow inmates, a further 26 were shot as they escaped.. but none the less, that left 13 of them unaccounted for, among them the particularly promising Subject K...
OOC: I hope this isn't overpowered ;D after all, they're not invincable...
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Post by grigori on Apr 29, 2007 23:28:11 GMT
OOC: Goin Boba Fett, are ya Scorp?
Sergeant Ethan "Pale Horseman" Howards
Sergeant Howards, also known as "The Pale Horseman" by his more religous troops, or sometimes just "Death." He is named fairly accurately. Armed with a Springfield Model 1903, he is an excellent marksman and all around weapons expert. It's said that he can hit a rock not much larger than a pebble from a football field away using the standard issue Colt. He has, in fact, done so on 4 occasions.
In combat, his troops would tell you he's almost inhumanly, and in many cases frightneingly, cool, killing 4 enemy troops for every 5 bullets shot under even the worst circumstances. Many, especially on the opposing front, have wondered if he could possibly be the Antichrist. His squad mates would say no, but none would deny that they're scared the hell out by him. That probably isn't helped by his missing eye, taken by an enemy sniper which he is still currently looking for.
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 30, 2007 11:32:19 GMT
ooc: More like low budget, retro, Iron man.
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Post by Ty on Apr 30, 2007 13:21:28 GMT
James Mayfield aka "Katz"
A former American soldier who'd been sent home due to crippling injuries, and more recently, an (unwilling) subject in a top-secret experiment with atomic radiation. The experiment was funded and carried out by The Death Dealers, a shady group of freelancing 'lords of war', who had planned to make the perfect soldier and sell their trade secrets to the highest bidder. James was the only subject to survive the experiment, and he escaped the compound he was being held in. Now, having returned to Europe, he's trying to find the Death Dealer's headquarters and punish them for the pain and misery they put him through.
The name Katz is something he came up with, referring to the fact that he seems to have nine lives. In addition to his increased physical strength and speed, the experiment left him with the uncanny ability to recover from serious injuries that most people would have died from. He's not invincible, but close to it. (Think Tony Montana from the end of Scarface)
However, the healing power isn't instantaneous. The more beat up he gets, the longer he has to rest before he can move again. If he just takes a bullet to the arm or something, he can keep moving without much difficulty. If he steps on a land mine, or an enemy soldier empties an entire clip into him, he'll be knocked out on the ground for a while. Also, he can't recover lost brain tissue. If he takes a direct headshot at close range, he's dead. Also, he's unlikely to survive being hit with any bombs of considerable size.
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 30, 2007 13:28:53 GMT
ooc: Nice character Ty. Very Captain Scarlet.
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Post by Ty on Apr 30, 2007 13:42:46 GMT
OOC: Never saw that show. I had to look it up on Wikipedia. Sounds cool.
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Post by Scorpio on Apr 30, 2007 13:54:39 GMT
ooc: It was something else back in the day, you ever see puppets shot, stabbed, pistol whipped, run over and blown up?
Okay, This is still on hold by the way, until we have a few less RPs. So no rush.
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Post by Khallos on Apr 30, 2007 15:19:45 GMT
OOC:Hehe, I always loved captain scarlet. Way better than Thunderbirds any day. Also, I like the idea of bad guys who sound like they're talking through cardboard tubes all the time xD
"Captain Scarlet, indestructable! *do,dododododoooo...*"
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Post by Oct-taku on May 6, 2007 21:13:01 GMT
"Darwin"
Peter Oberstrech was your typical American kid...well, other than the fact his parents were German immigrants, but still. When the war broke out, he was back home in Germany, visiting relatives. He was 19.
As he tried to leave, the borders closed, and he was captured and interrogated by the Gestapo. A futile effort, as he worked in a gas station, and didn't really know much.
Seeing as how he was useless, the secret police turned him over to scientist working on the Uber Soldat, or super soldier, project. By 1942, he was a 22-year old test subject.
His very enetic code was altered during the expiriments. He was able to escape, and later met up with British forces. The expirimentation done to him had given him the unique ablitity to change his gentic code at will: he could force his body to become rock hard, 12 feet tall, or many other things. His anatomy was also adaptive. Whatever was thrown at him, the first few attacks would injure him, but his body automaticly became immune to it. Bullets, gas, fire, nothing could harm him after seconds of exposure.
His abilities have limitations however. Any "evolution" only lasts 45 minutes, and he needs at least an hours rest before he can do it again. He is also unable to alter more than three things at a time. Also, the immunities only last for 5 minutes, and any direct damage to his brain causes to to immediatly be rendered unconcious.
OOC: To recap, he can "evolve" 3 things about his body for up to 45 minutes, he needs to rest for an hour per thing changed, damage immunities only last for 5 minutes, and head trauma immediatly renders him unconcious, when he can be easily killed.
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Post by Scorpio on May 7, 2007 16:57:54 GMT
ooc: It's on now, but you may still join in.
ic: A secret R.A.F base, south west England.....
I zip up my jacket for todays flight. This is the big one, after months of training and equipment testing, I'm heading out to help with the way effort. Several scientists and engineers follow me out as a Colonel reads me my briefing.
"Okay Turner, you'll be heading into the wasps nest on this one, fuel and ammo for your equipment has been distributed among several resistance cells throughout France and Germany, ifyou get shot down, destroy that equipment. We cannot risk losing it."
I put on my helmet and goggles. "Thanks for the concern."
"The resistance will hand you your full objectives on arrival, don't let us down."
The pack is strapped on, the control gauntlet is attached to my left arm, the flame pistol goes into my hip holster, and a radio headset is attached.
"God Speed Turner."
I pull a scarf around to cover my face and run towars the cliff at the end of the runway. After leaping off I start up the jets and soar upwards before heading out to sea. My radio crackles on.
"Good luck sir, we're all rooting for you. Anything you want to say?"
I think for a few seconds before adjusting the mouthpiece for the radio.
"In brightest day, in darkest night, no evil shall escape my sight! Let those who worship Nazi might, beware the power of sparrows flight!"
"Excuse me sir?"
It'll catch on.
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Post by Kan on May 7, 2007 17:29:41 GMT
I'm gonna take a cue from the Halo universe. A new project call the New Trojans project was started 18 years ago. Its goal was to physically augment soldiers, however they found that trying to augment normal soldiers as best resulted in fatal mutations. 2 years into the project a scientist known as Sarah Hasley found a specific gene that would allow the human body to receive these augmentations with little failure. This gene however had just begun to show itself and was only seen in infants. After testing a large amount of Americas infant population through 'immunizations' they found around 250 possible subjects. The researchers at NSP created a fuax virus that would cause those with the gene to become sick. Most of the parents put their children in the hospital and during which the children were abducted. Fast foreword 15 years. After abducting them and faking their deaths the government trained the children in the art of war. During the first 12 years over 150 subjects had died do to the intense training. After the weak were weeded out they began augmenting the children who now were mostly teenagers. The augmentation consisted of advancing the children's puberty cycle, enhancing their eyes, increasing the muscle mass and plating their bones in ceramic. Almost 45 died from the procedures leaving 5 remaining, including subject J-89. At age three J-89 was abducted from his family and forced to be a soldier. Although his life has been purely military he has a sense of individuality to him, something the other Trojans don't have
:Powers: Enhanced vision, night vision, As strong as 3 or 4 marines, Can run up 25 MPH for extended periods, can sprint up to 30 mph, has bones that are practically unbreakable OOC: how was that?
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Post by Scorpio on May 7, 2007 17:32:04 GMT
ooc: World war two, cut the halo, no power exoskeletons and no friggin UFO's, read the rules!
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Post by Kan on May 7, 2007 17:32:49 GMT
ok sry ill edit
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Post by Ty on May 7, 2007 18:06:29 GMT
OOC: I apologize ahead of time. This is going to be pretty historically inaccurate, as well as completely ridiculous.
IC:
Jervis Bay, Convoy HX-84, somewhere in the mid-Atlantic, en route to Liverpool, England...
James had been a stow-away aboard the merchant ship, hoping to bum a ride to Europe. He looked inconspicuous enough that no one was suspicious of him, but he knew if anyone ever found the M1 and the half a dozen grenades he had smuggled on board, he'd have to at least answer a few questions. That was something he didn't want to get into. Even if he told them who he really was, they wouldn't believe him.
As he was standing out on the deck, the quiet night air was suddenly rocked by a loud explosion. James whirled around and saw a battleship approaching the convoy; a German battleship from the looks of it. Rather than retreat, however, the Jervis Bay went on the offensive, heading straight for the battleship while the rest of the convoy tried to escape.
Oh, great, he thought. This is just what I didn't need right now. He quickly ran toward the nearest life preserver he could find, expecting to have to abandon ship. But just then, as he was picking it up, he noticed a long length of rope nearby, and an idea started to formulate in his head.
On second thought... this might be my lucky break.
James ran below deck to get his equipment from its hiding place. He slung the M1 over his back and put on his pack, full of grenades. In all the commotion, everyone either didn't notice him or didn't care.
As the ship got closer to the approaching German battleship, he ran out onto the deck with the large metal hook he'd found below deck. He grabbed the rope and tied a tight knot around it. Just then, the ship took a hit, and the whole deck shook violently. James grabbed desperately at the rail to avoid being tossed overboard. He quickly got back to his feet. Behind him, most of the ship was set ablaze, and was starting to sink.
Now or never... he thought, gripping the hook tightly. As the battleship passed by the wrecked Jervis Bay, James hurled the hook up at the passing ship with all his might. Seeing the rope might not be long enough to reach, he leapt into the air in the hopes that the hook would hit it's mark. For a long moment, he felt himself hanging in midair over the open ocean, and his mind was flooded with the overwhelming feeling that he'd just done something incredibly stupid. Then, a sudden jerk on the rope. The hook had landed up on the deck of the battleship and hooked onto the side. James tightened his grip on the rope, now with both hands, and braced himself. The rope kept pulling him forward, and he swung straight into the side of the battleship, smacking into the metal hull with a loud WHAM! James shook his head, his ears ringing so loud that he could no longer hear the waves below him.
Oh, God in heaven! I'm gonna feel that in the morning.
He shook his head again and looked up. It was a pretty long way up to the deck. He then looked back down at the waves below. He realized that this was a bad time to recall his fear of heights, as well as of being out on the open ocean.
Okay, no big deal. Come on, keep it together, Katz. You're not going to let a little thing like water scare you, are you? You can do this. Just climb...
Slowly, hand over hand, James, or "Katz" as he now preferred to think of himself, started the long climb up to the deck.
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Post by Khallos on May 7, 2007 18:50:03 GMT
Station 42, somewhere in Siberia, USSR
Noise filled the beasts world.
That was the most terrifying thing. Not the flames that leapt up everywhere around it. Not the lights that kept blinking on and off before his sensitive vision could adjust. Not the humans that tried to subdue it with their horrible weapons, and not even the sight of its comrades, its BROTHERS being slain by their creators-come-oppressors. But the noise.
The steady "whoop-whoop-whoop" of the alarms, the voices blaring out over the loudspeakers speaking of containment failure, the yells of the guards as they attacked their charges... and the screams, of humans and test subjects alike as each side murdered one of the other in revenge.
Enslavement was all the beast had ever known, interspersed with short, sharp periods of pain. Now it was feeling a whole lot more of the latter... but it was worth it all, just for a few moments to know what it was to live without the former.
So far Subject K had been able to steer clear of any large pockets of humans, and with his fellow escapees - his pack-brother, and his chosen mate - they had easily taken down the lone humans they'd encountered. But now came the hardest part, even if they did not know it. Here came the final dash across the open courtyard, over - or under, or through - the barb wire fence and into the distant forest... over 2 miles away. But, they'd come this far...
The beast nodded, and all three of them broke cover, dashing across the courtyards stone surface. Gunfire pinged off their heels, but miraculously, they were untouched. They made it to the fence, finding a section they could just about crawl under - their fur scratched by the rusting metal, a little blood being drawn, but still they ran on with no major injuries. They were almost home free!
They celebrated too soon, dancing through the deep snow as they ran. They'd done it! They'd shown the others that their breed, THEIR breed along was strongest - for who else had escaped the facility, who had been able to escape their cells in the first place? But, unfortunately, their dancing forms and Happy yips, drifting back to base on the wind, made them good targets.
The sharpshooter would be cowering in his watchtower, cradling his gun as he heard the gunfire - and screams - echo up from above. He thought it must be a Nazi attack... but his radio, no matter how many times he queried it, insisted that WHATEVER it was they had been guarded - they were never told, only that it would win them the war - had caused all this. He'd also received orders to shoot and kill ANYTHING living near the base that wasn't wearing a Russian uniform - including animals. Standing up, hands shaking, he cast his gaze out over the rolling tundra sea.. and noticed a trail of blood leading away from the base. Wha?
A quick peek through his scope confirmed it. 3 wolves, apparently having come form the base. He had his orders... ours it not to reason why, he mumbled, putting the scope to his eye and pulling his finger around the trigger, hoping to god he didn't miss...
And subject K was left howling in the snow over the corpse of his mate.
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Post by Scorpio on May 7, 2007 20:41:21 GMT
A smooth flight so far, although a bit chilly. My suit needs a bit more insulation.
"Monsieur Sparrow, this is Night Hawk."
"This is Sparrow, what's the situation?"
"We are waiting to pick you up at the docks, but the Germans have set up a communications outpost, they may know you are coming."
"I'll just have to give them a traditional hello."
I speed up towards the docks, sure enough, the soldiers are already firing. Several automatic rifles, and an AA gun on a half-track.
"It's hero time!"
I raise my left arm, by squeezing a switch in the thumb I activate an automatic gun on my arm. I pick off several soldiers on the first pass, before turning to face the half-track. I pull the flame pistol form my belt and swoop over, immolating the vehicle.
The resistance members rush out of the undergrowth cheering and capture the base. I land to meet the leader.
"Henri, good to meet you."
"That was impressive work Monsieur Turner....Look out!"
A sniper comes out of hiding in a tower and starts firing. I roll to the side and start up the jets again, zooming towards him before knocking him out of the tower with a brutal uppercut. He lands in a pile of crates, he'll survive.
"When he asks who hit him, tell him the Sparrow."
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Post by Oct-taku on May 7, 2007 21:42:54 GMT
Lt. Hans Oberhurst hated his post, and those of his subordinates. Some small, backwater town in France. Pfft. Like there'd be any resistance here, he thought, and his sentiments were shared by his men. He hoped things would get more exciting, but he knew that the only way something would happen is if God himself dropped it from Heaven. Moments later, a loud snap announced the Lt.'s spine snapping, as something wearing combat boots came down.
Darwin rolled off the officer he landed on, his wings reabsorbing into his back. At least it freed up another parachute for another SAS trooper. He'd been running with the British, Washington's orders. He paused for a moment, scooping up the Luger, MP40, and ammunition of the El-Tee, before checking his map, and running off into the French countryside.
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Post by grigori on May 7, 2007 22:03:27 GMT
West of El Alamein, 101st Airborne troops escorting British 2nd Armored Division
The Horseman crawled silently through the sand, taking care to keep it out of his Springfield. A small bit of cloth covered his scope so it wouldn't glint and give off his position. The rest of him was covered in a gilly suit made from various desert plants and a painstakingly made sand-colored fabric. He'd gritted his rifle with sand to make it look inconspicuous as well.
His mission was to take out a high-priotity SS officer by the name of Colonel Hanz Grubenmeizer. He was last reported to be in this small town in front of him, which consisted of mud-brick buidlings centered around a fair sized mosque. SS guards were stationed around the perimeter. Behind him, The Horseman's squad was nervous and fidgety.
"Hey Sarge... see anything yet?"
He was waved off. Horse had seen what looked to be the Colonel . He'd went inside the mosque, and Horse already had the town mapped in his head. The only way out was directly in front of where he was facing, it was only a matter of time...
He saw a small glint out of the corner of his eye. In a tower.
Shit... sniper!
Horse had no choice. he took the shot.
And the whole damn town opened fire.
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Post by Ty on May 7, 2007 22:25:07 GMT
German battleship Admiral Scheer, somewhere in the mid-Atlantic...
After a hard climb, Katz pulled himself up onto the deck. Things were pretty quiet. No one seemed to have noticed him. For a second, he thought he might be able to stow away all the way to Germany with no problems. But then, as he heard someone yell something in German, he realized that was too much to hope for. He turned and saw several men with guns running toward him.
"Crap."
He pulled his own M1 and fired a few rounds at them, then took cover behind one of the enormous guns on the battleship. When they got closer, he made a run by them, firing several more rounds from his gun, then took cover again.
He tried to stay out of sight and pick them off one by one, but more of them were showing up, and he was quickly outnumbered. As he ran and took aim again, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg, then in his lower and upper back. He cried out in pain and fell flat on the deck. He wasn't sure how many times he'd been hit, but he knew he couldn't take many more bullets at this rate, and even if he could, they had him completely overwhelmed.
He kept his eyes closed, but heard the men gathering around him. They spoke for a minute, then picked him up and started carrying him. He couldn't see where they were going. He just hoped to God they weren't going to throw him overboard. In his current condition, swimming to safety wasn't an option. As they moved, though, Katz could feel one of his nine lives slipping away already. He'd be okay, but not before a little cat nap. Slowly, he became light-headed and started drifting off to sleep.
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Post by Scorpio on May 7, 2007 23:01:28 GMT
I'm led back to the resistance base after helping loot the base. We end up in the cellar of the Cafe Rene. Pretty active group.
"We were sent the fuel for your rockets. We where told you'd know how to load it."
"Thanks, I'll sort it out soon. What's the plan?"
They pull out a table and unfurl a map.
"A prison camp, many of our brothers have been moved there, and some strange men have been turning up."
He shows me some photos.
"Scientists?" I enquire.
"Non mon-ami, these men are devils."
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Post by Oct-taku on May 7, 2007 23:10:11 GMT
Darwin had been moving for the past hour or so. He wasn't as tired, thanks to the rest he'd given himself after ending that particular adaptation. He finally came upon the rendevous point of the SAS group he was with.
"Oi, took you long enough." Sgt. McSanders said. "We've been doing some recon. Apparently, there's some kind of research facility nearby. The French Resistance has contacted us, they're not too far off. Apparently, they've also brought in some bloke with some fancy-scmancy technology, and we're waiting on them to get situated."
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Post by Scorpio on May 7, 2007 23:25:38 GMT
I listen to everything they have to say, from what I can get out of the rumor. A group of scientists from an unknown group are working at the camp and experimenting on the prisoners.
"We are co-ordinating with several other cells on this job, we need you to take out the machine gun towers and cause a diversion."
"Sounds good, when's the attack?"
"At dawn, I reccomend you get some rest."
"Thanks." I grab a bottle of whiskey off a shelf and retire to the room they've set up, I think better after a drink.
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Post by Khallos on May 9, 2007 16:20:38 GMT
OOC: Good god this post is long XD skip it if you want, its just my backround story and my excuse to get Subject K to move towards Berlin
Back in the ruins of the research station, things were approaching something resembling order once more.
The west wing was gone completely, decimated by the explosion and subsequent fires during the little escape attempt. Who would have thought that fires would burn so well in sub-zero temperatures? How the little b*ggers had ever managed to blow up the gas tank they'd never know... the north wing wasn't in too good shape either, the cages and living quarters there all covered in blood and riddled with bullet-holes, being the main escape route for most of the subjects.
South wasn't so bad, as only a few had slipped out that way - unfortunately, almost all of the southern escapees had got away, but it was a negligible number, considering what was at state. The east wing, however, the biggest, was completely unscathed. The Subjects had been scared of it, and for good reason; it was the testing and experimentation facility.
It was in his new office, just down the hall from the central testing chamber, that the newly appointed Project Chief Yeltsen found himself, talking on the ham radio. His office was soundproofed. It had to be - the screams of the previous project chief would have been maddening otherwise, as his sentence was carried out. As the premier said: If he couldn't do his job properly, he deserved a more.. intimate position within it. He was to be the prototype of the new 5th generation batch of super-soldiers.
That was the thing though, wasn't it? Comrade Stalin, THE Stalin, had been very interested in the project since it was set up, and after the accident he had been.. most upset. That was the worst thing for a patriot like Yeltsen. The father of his people, his HERO.. saying that he was disappointed in the work they were doing.
"So..." Came the premiers voice over the radio, specially wired on a secure channel to Stalin's... special hiding place, somewhere in the more populated areas of Siberia. "To Recap... whats our status?" "We are secure..?" Yeltsen asked nervously. The last thing he wanted was to end up just another test subject due to an information leak... "We are secure."
"Well.. Lets see... Whats left of Generation 1 was all killed.. but they were showing negligible results at best, so its not much of a loss... Generation 2 was pretty low in numbers too, but we managed to subdue about 6 of them. Generation 3 was... More difficult. They're the ones that killed most of the guards, and so received the worst backlash. All dead except for 8, 6 of which have been recaptured.. and unfortunately, the missing two are a breeding pair..."
Yeltsen bit his lip. "As for generation 4, well.. they were more. volatile. 14 of them just.. surrendered, sir, like they knew the jig was up. A further 61 resisted, 32 being subdued, 29 being killed... but that lives 6 missing, although, one of our snipers reports that he killed one as they escaped. We're still following up on it..."
A rattly sigh came through the radio. "I see... bad news indeed, although, not irreparible... How are you dealing with the bodies? Is current containment sufficient?" "Yessir." Yelsen replied, glad to show he'd done SOMETHING right. "Guards all burned, the subjects all destroyed after a full autopsy.. although, we're still working through them. As for containment, they've all been moved into East Wing - all good strong cages there, usually for the.. new subjects."
"Ah yes. Speaking of which.. the project must go ahead. New resources shall be arranged for you, new guards as well. As soon as the wings are reconstructed I want you to resume production and research Immediately." "Yessir." "One last thing..." "Yessir?" "Where are the escapees headed?"
Yeltsen turned to look at the map on his Wall, frowning. He'd been dreading this question. "Umm... South West, Premier... towards poland..." And the advancing nazis...
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The beast was headed.. away. Away from that terrible place. He'd been forced to leave the body of his mate behind, herded onwards by his panicked packmate as the bullets pinged around them. He was right, of course... but to have his freedom tainted by her death...
They had reached the forest eventually, and with it came shelter, the chance to find a hiding place.. and food, even if it was scarce on the ground. But still they ran each day the feeling of an enemy at their heels driving them onwards..
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Post by Ty on May 9, 2007 17:23:39 GMT
OOC: And you thought yours was long...
By the way, if it's more convenient, I could say the ship was rerouted to a port in France. That would make meeting up a little easier.
IC:
Katz slowly started to stir. He opened his eyes, not remembering where he was. He could hear voices, but didn't understand what they were saying. Without thinking, he sat straight up. He then realized where he was. He had been laid out on a table somewhere below deck on the German battleship, and standing right next to him were two very surprised German soldiers.
"Uh... Surprise!"
Both of the soldiers yelled in surprise, and one started to run, no doubt to alert the others. Katz jumped to his feet and pounced on him, grabbing him by the neck from behind, and threw him back into the metal table. His head cracked against the sharp edge of the table, and he collapsed to the floor. Katz wasn't sure if he was dead or unconscious, but it didn't matter. Without wasting a second, he ran toward the remaining soldier, who tried in vain to run away. Katz covered his mouth with one hand and kept and iron grip around his throat with the other.
"I don't know if you can understand me," Katz said, keeping his voice low. "But I don't want to kill you if you can be useful to me. Can you speak English?"
Katz uncovered the soldier's mouth. As soon as he did, the soldier started shouting something in German. Frustrated, Katz kneed him in the stomach.
"I'll take that as a no." In one swift motion, he grabbed the soldier by the head and twisted hard, snapping his neck.
As the body went limp in his hands, Katz looked around the room. All his equipment was gone, and it didn't seem to be in the room. There didn't seem to be any other weapons in the room, either. Not a good situation, considering someone probably heard all the commotion just now. Katz picked up the body and dumped it off in the far corner of the room out of sight, then went back and did the same with the other body.
Just then, Katz heard footsteps outside. He quickly ran to the door and hid himself behind it. A moment later, several more Germans barged into the room, looking around confusedly, but they'd walked right past Katz. By the time one of them turned around and saw him, he was already out the door and sprinting down the hall. They shouted and ran after him, but he easily outran them, and he was too far away for them to get a hit with their guns.
Down another hall, Katz saw a staircase leading up, most likely to the deck. He realized just then, since waking up, he hadn't felt seasick at all, which he most certainly had back when he was on the Jervis Bay.
We must be in port, he thought. Perfect. Time to do something completely idiotic.
Katz practically flew up the stairs, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He ran out onto the deck, much to the surprise of several nearby soldiers. Without hesitating, Katz ran right up to the nearest soldier and punched him square in the nose. As he fell back, Katz snatched the gun out of his hands.
"Thanks, I was looking for one of these," he said to the fallen soldier, then sprinted to the edge of the deck and leapt off the side. As he sailed through the air, he looked down and realized he was a long way up. What was worse, he wasn't going to land in the water; he was going to land on the dock.
"Shit!" he exclaimed.
He plummeted like a stone and smashed into the ground. He could actually feel the individual bones in his body cracking on impact. He groaned in agony and coughed up a bit of blood.
"...shit," he said weakly. He tried to look around and get his bearings, but his vision was already getting fuzzy, and he got that familiar feeling of slipping away. Leaving his newly-acquired gun on the dock, he used the last of his energy to slowly crawl to the edge of the dock and roll off the side into the water. Thankfully, he was pretty buoyant. He drifted under the dock and out of sight.
Figuring they weren't likely to find him here, Katz gave a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes, and allowed himself to drift off to sleep, still floating around beneath the dock.
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Post by Scorpio on May 9, 2007 17:37:40 GMT
The next morning, the resistance sneak out towards the camp, hiding on the edge of the forest.
"Okay mon ami, take out the towers. Then our men can get the prisoners out."
"No problem."
I sneak out to another side of the forest, and take off from a running start. Circling back round towards the machine gun towers.
"Hey fritz! Heads up!" I punch the guard in the first tower, knocking him to the ground screaming. The alarms sound and the other three towers start firing. I keep moving and return fire.
"They're playin my song!"
Soon after, the resistance grenade the fences from both sides of the prison. Then rush in to get the prisoners out. In the crossfire I notice a masked SS officer standing seemingly oblivious. He looks up at me.
"Flying man. Prepare to see the real Übermensch"
He throws his coat aside, revealing a network of pumps and wires criss crossing his body. Pressing a switch on his wrist, the pumps send chemicals straight into his body, turning him into a grotesque ogre like man.
"Holy hell."
Using his powerful leg muscles, he leaps right at me....
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Post by Kan on May 9, 2007 19:39:33 GMT
OOC: some of the back story IC: Alarms going off everywhere, I continually look around me as I try to escape. With a stolen M2 Hyde in my hands I continue running. It started early that day, I had been calling to the project's head officer, due to 'complications' I was to go under the knife to correct it. I knew he was lieing, I knew i was different from the others, Chip, Ashley, Jen, Mike, those were their names before they changed. As I was being brought into the room I took out the my guards, "I aint gonna be like them" I say as I snap the men's necks.
So here I am with my gun and myself. I turn the corner and I see my friend, or what used to be my friend, Jen, "I don't wanna kill you Jen" she ignores me as she raises her M1, I quickly raise my gun and fire. I run past her body with regret. "I'm sorry" I say as I pass her. I make it into the courtyard, A few more yards, I say to myself as I start to sprint, gun fire is closing in on my. I run over to a ladder and jump over the side of 'the wall' into the water below.
After swimming away I can still hear the shouts of the men in the complex, I swim over to a distant port, where a merchant ship is docked.
I get out of the water about a half mile away from the port, my crew cut brown/gray hair (Its brown with streak is gray running through it. I stash my weapon in a nearby trash can and break into a nearby home.
After changing my clothes and putting my weapon in a bag to conceal it I make my way to the dock. I can see some of the personnel from my complex at the dock, I decide to sneak around to the other side of the ship. Seeing the anchor I climb it, making my way onto the ship, fearing being found I find my way to the cargo hold and store my M2. On my way out I 'borrow' a hat from a nearby suite case. As I am leaving the hold I start to feel the ship move, I sigh "Safe for now, I think I'll go on deck for a bit and lay low" I say to myself. I start to have a bad feeling without my weapon, I go back and grab the bag. Again heading for the deck I notice a man with a goatee trying to look inconspicuous, I notice some dog tags on his neck but I decide to leave him alone, after why should I make a notice of myself?
As the day turned to night I hear an explosion, I look over the railing and see a German battleship heading for us, my combat insticts turn on as he boat I am on starts on a course to ram the Germans, Seeing the ship on fire I decide to jump.
I land in the water with a bone shattering splash. I witness the ship ram the German's, and I think of a plan, with an considerable effort I swin over nearby the ship and shout "Hilfe! Mann über Bord!"
A german on he boat hears me and tosses me a life preserver. With some aid I make it onto the ship.
When I get onto the ship I notice the same man with the goatee sneaking on board. "Danke" I say to the Germans just as they shoulder their weapons. "Sh*t" I say as they take me to a brig
After a while I get impatient, I decide to fake my way out, after making my self throw up a German opens the door, and as he does I grab and break his neck. After 'borrowing' his uniform I pick up my pack and make my way onto deck. I hear shouts and shots fired as I get onto the deck and realize we are in the I look over to the nearest person and ask "Was ist los?" "Der Gefangene ist entgangen" Sh*t I gotta get off, just as I decide what to do I see the same guy leap over the side. "holy hell" I mutter slighty. I decide its time for me to get off, I quickly turn to another German and grab his Sturmgewehr and stock whip him. I hide the body and merge into the the group of germans leaving the ship, searching for the guy. I notice the water ripple slightly underneath the pier but dismiss it. At my first chance I abandon the party and get out of the uniform and again 'borrow' some of the local attire.
(elsewhere) 3 teenagers are standing like drones hearing thier orders, "J-89 has escaped and threatened the knowledge of this project, I want you to bring him back dead or alive" A shadowy figure says to the remaining Trojans. The Trojans salute and leave the room.
(Near France) I find my way into a nearby diner and get some food. "Ragoût svp" I say to the man behind the counter.
OOC: Wow that was long, what do you think?
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Post by Oct-taku on May 9, 2007 20:06:00 GMT
Darwin had attacked at dawn with the rest of the SAS unit. Things weren't going good, to say the least. They had taken heavy losses. Sgt. McSanders had ordered him to find the guy helping out the resistance and back him up, some bloke named "The Sparrow."
Well, The Sparrow had been found, and he did need backup from the looks of it. Some Kraut, and SS by his uniform, had used some of that freaky Nazi science to turn himself into a killing machine. The same science that had altered Darwin.
Not the same technology, but the same principle: uber soldat, a super-soldier. He raised the MP 40 he'd gotten off the Lt., and fired the entire magazine.
It didn't kill him, but it altered the course of his jump, knocking him slightly off course; enough to miss The Sparrow.
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