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So here's the deal:
A secret space sation in orbit over the frozen surface of Relative 21 is the foremost research centre in the area of biological weaponry in Realtive Liberty. It was developing a brand new type of weapon, no longer would biological weaponry mean small bacteriae and virus but predators bred for a single purpose, to kill. Roughly three metres long (tail excluded, six legs with five razorsharp claws on each and a thousand teeth in the mouth. Clad in an exosceleton so hard it can resist fire from hand held weapons they silently stalk their prey, climbing on walls and barricades with their claws and jumping twenty metres into the air before landing unharmed due to their reinforced exosceleton and strong muscles. In short, it's some kind of Alien/Genestealer thingy.


0130: Contact with Nemesis station is lost and a large explosion destroys the west wing, the laboratory hub.

0200: A team of physicians, engineers and soldiers was dispatched to reestablish communication and aid any injured scientists.

0230: The shuttle docked with the station.

0245: Several gunshots are heard through the audio transmission.

0247: Sergeant Far-Leaper reports that the squad is separated and the team of engineers are lost. What may have caused the chaos is still unknown but the sergeant says that a few men have reported sighting tiger-like beings climbing the walls before disappearing into the shadows.

0249: Contact with the squad is lost.

0252: A large explosion rocks the station and knocks it off course and out of orbit. It is now a danger to the intergalactic community.

0335: Contact with the station is reestablished as fifteen surviving scientists sent a distress call using an nonencrypted signal. They had barricaded themselves in the cafeteria when the trouble started and had survived this far.
Apparently the stasis fields in Sector 2 had malfunctioned and the genetic experiments were released, shortly after an explosion was heard and the fifteen survivors hid in the cafeteria. The stasis fields in the storage areas are still intact but there is a power shortage and all non-essential systems have been shut down to give enough power to the fields.

0345: A call for aid is sent across the void by the Libertarian governement as a special team of elite soldiers from the Marine Corps lead by a SODOIA officer is prepared. Their objective is to activate the station's main thrusters, so that it can be escorted back to RL, and save any remaining personel, so that they can give a combat evaluation of the weapons.

Now, this should be a small character rpg, with a maximum of three players (not including me). Groups should consist of five to seven people armed with small arms.

Cannonfodder.. I mean people:
RL
Snake Eaters
Theao
Techon

So, you want us to send in units that are going to get slaughtered? Also, see this as a tag, because im quite keen on this

That's the idea. Some sort of horror-rpg inspired by Alien and that Space Hulk-thing that GW had going.

Would a predator based character be acceptable?

That's the idea. Some sort of horror-rpg inspired by Alien and that Space Hulk-thing that GW had going.
Theao, a pred is so predictable it's unbelievable

And alright, I'll post up a few char bios tomorrow, its late atm. DOn't start without me!

Predator eh? As long as you're on my side.

Well, three people tagged, but I'm interested. Techon has been a space nation from the start, but I haven't partaken in any space RP's lately.

I've decided to send in a team of Colonial Marines to check the place out... don't worry RL, they are on the side of the people getting slaughtered

Predator eh? As long as you're on my side.
Do you mean on the xenomorph side or the save the humans side.
And he won't be a Yautja/predator, just based on the predators.

Do you mean on the xenomorph side or the save the humans side.
And he won't be a Yautja/predator, just based on the predators.
I just forgot to put a smiley there: ;)

Since we noow have the appropiate number of persons involved I declare this rpg closed and this thread to be used for character presentation and OOC discussion only.

My group will be four soldiers, and two scientists. Two of the soldiers will be special-op psychics, is that cool?

Sure.

I'll start the rp tomorrow as soon as everyone has posted their character stats.

Ill jump in if its not too late, Ive been looking for an excuse to get involved in something :P
You dont mind taking along a sanctamonious robot, do you? Well, maybe just slightly arrogant. Sort of like the assassin robot from Knights of the Old Republic ^_^

Name: Khal
Age: Don't ask
Species: Unknown
Height: 5'9"
Gender: Female
Appearence: Highly humanoid, there are a number of differences. The primary visible differences are a slight reddish black tinge to the skin, yellow eyes(cat's pupils), and heavily muscled.
Attributes: Can leap up to three times her height, Can fall up to ten times her height and land on feet. High resistance to extremes in temperature. Superior sense of smell/hearing/sight.

Anyother info on request.

'Cause Im bored...

Name: SR-42-6791 (Prefers 'Ivan' for short)
Age: Formerly 39, now ~2, so I suppose he is about 41.
Gender: Neuter, but has a male personality.
Apperance: ~5' 8" tall, humanoid, blue-white opaque skin. Very realistic facial features. Tends to wear a large battery pack. Occasionaly wears assorted belts, coats and soforth to hold things.
Strengths: Rather strong, fast and so on, can survive huge doses of radiation, heat, cold, and so on. Doesnt breathe (duh :P), very good with machines, computers and assorted devices.
Weakness: Only water resistant, an electrical shock can cripple him (assorted circuit breakers and fuses prevent a shock to his leg or something from 'killing' him though), requires recharge every few days, maintenance and so forth.

A small team of, say 6 other fellows will be with him, three scientists, an engineer and two soldiers/security people.

Can we start out on the station, or do we have to arrive?

Here are my stats:

Name: Charles Bacon
Rank: Sergeant, Colonial Marines
Position: Unit Commander
Age: 37
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 150lbs
Build: Muscular
Time in Service: 15 years

Name: Tom Beaumont
Rank: Trooper
Position: Technical specilist
Age: 25
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 137lbs
Build: Slight
Time in Service: 3 years

Name: Rob Johnstone
Rank: Trooper
Position: Demolition specialist
Age: 28
Height: 6'
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Moderate
Time in Service: 7 years

Note: All these men have taken field medic training, and as per Snake Eater SOP's, they all carry a basic medikit with them.

All these men are equipped with SE Pulse Rifles (http://photobucket.com/albums/a6/SnakeEaters/Colonial%20Marines/?action=view&current=m4a1.jpg), adapted from Tau technology from Mal-Caor. The weapons are equipped with a Rail Interface System, and all the men are carrying a range of add ons to their weapons, the range of which is dictated here: http://world.guns.ru/assault/m4sopmod.jpg.
Current attachements on all weapons are: ACOG x4 sight, QD Sound Suppresor, Visible 9 Volt light, Visible Laser.

They are also wearing the latest in battle armour technology: http://photobucket.com/albums/a6/SnakeEaters/Colonial%20Marines/?action=view&current=halo-1.jpg. The armour includes built in target designation, mapping systems, enhanced protection against ballastic and energy weapons, and also feature hard-wired vision upgrades to include thermal, electromagnetic and night capability. It also includes communication systems capable of working on a wide range of frequencies and an in-built universal translator, though the last of these can take time to become effective

They came upon this station by accident, and are the only three survivours from a platoon of thirty. A freak accident caused the warp core to overload on their trasnport, resulting in the loss of navigation and also warp control. Thus, they did not emerge from the Warp when they wanted to, but rather simply where the ship chose to. Curious, they decide to investigate the station further

Dontgonearthere: Sorry, we have enough people already.

Rank: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 27 REQUIRED****
Name: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 27 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER ZERO****
Height: Roughly 3.4 metres
Background: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 27 REQUIRED****
Appearance: Slim and tall, black eyes, an average mane and a tattoo on the left forearm
Armament: Mk.III SMG, Mk.V Hand Gun, satchel charges and combat sword
Equipment: Basic marine armour (Space Marine), IR sight, flashlight and audio and video transmittor and reciever for communication purposes

Rank: Corporal
Name ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 14 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER ONE****
Height: Roughly 3.4 metres
Appearance: Tall and sturdy, a scar going from his right eye to the chin, exit wounds on his back and left arm
Background: The corporal was born in station 27 in orbit over Liberty One. His family was a rich one, his father worked as a lawyer and his mother was an analyzer in SODOF. At the age of twenty he graduated from Basic School and applied for further education at the Cheema university. He excelled in the art of squad level tactics and soon surpassed several of his teachers. On his 25th birthday he was accepted for further education at the Farstar academy and graduated as honourable corporal of the first degree and was accepted into the Special Operations Departement after a succesful exercise in which he led a squad who, on their own and far behind enemy lines, neutralized an entire enemy division.
He has maintained contact with his former squad and asked foor them when he was chosen to assist the SODOIA officer. Though he has been away for long the men still recognize him as their leader, though their trust in him is not as great as it once was.
Armament: Mk.III SMG, Mk.V Hand Gun and combat sword
Equipment: Basic marine armour (Space Marine), IR sight, flashlight and audio and video transmittor and reciever for communication purposes

Rank: Private
Name: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 14 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER TWO****
Height: Roughly 3.3 metres
Appearance: Taller than average, slim and pale with blue eyes
Background: Born in a family with proud military traditions, pressure on [the soldier] was high and he applied for Farstar academy at the age of twelve. But to his parents' disappointment he never rose beyond the rank of private since he lacked the sense of tactics required. To add insult to injury he was unable to take another person's life and instead became a medic. He was alienated by his family and thus could commit himself fully to aid injured soldiers on the battlefield, something he received several medals for. After graduation he chose to apply for a new course and became a psychotherapist, becoming able to not only heal bullet wounds but to mend minds too.
He has maintained contact with [the corporal] ever since he left for SOD, though he does not wish to discuss the reasons.
Armament: Mk.V Hand Gun and combat knife
Equipment: Basic marine armour (Space Marines), IR sight, flashlight, medical bag and audio and video transmitter and receiver for communication purposes.

Rank: Private
Name: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 14 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER THREE****
Height: Roughly 3.2 metres
Appearance: Average height but quite sturdy, orange eyes and a large mane
Background: Born in the 31st station orbiting Liberty Two he quickly learnt that one must only trust himself in the mines. At the age of fourteen he had risen to the rank of foreman and lead the excavation team that was annihilated in the earthworm accident twenty-five years ago. The local overwatcher fired him as he was deemed unworthy to serve the Empire, but [the soldier], filled with anger, attacked him and broke his neck. Knowing he was now an outlaw he seeked refuge in his parents' house. His mother did him one last favor and used her authority, as she was the local commander's mistress, to erase this unfortunate incident from her son's datapad. Knowing he could never look into the eyes of his friends in the mines again, [the soldier] applied at the nearest recruiting station and entered the Marine Corps.
After two years of service he was assigned to [the corporal]'s squad during an exercise in which he annihilated two enemy squads before being overwhelmed.
He has asomewhat unstable relationship with the corporal, as he feels that he deserted his squadmates when he left for SOD.
Armament: Mk.I Laser Based LMG, Mk.V Hand Gun, satchel charges and combat knife
Equipment: Basic marine armour (Space Marine), IR sight, flashlight and audio and video transmittor and receiver for communication purposes

Rank: Private
Name: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 14 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER FOUR****
Height: Roughly 3.5 metres
Appearance: Tall but otherwize average-sized, red eyes and several burns, practically no mane left and a scarred face
Background: Number four was born in the city of Garithos in a wealthy and mighty family. The easy life bored him and he used to run away from home at an early age. During one of these adventures he accidentaly caused the explosion in a powerplant that killed 70 people and destroyed hundreds of homes as the raging firestorm spread through the slum. He was senteanced to death, but the army recruited him to test new experimental weapons. Unhappy with his new situation, [the soldier] killed his overwatchers with an experimental flamethrower and tried to escape. The army recognized his potential and placed him in [the corporal]'s squad as second heavy weapons specialist, sporting a flamethrower and incendiary grenades.
His role as a hothead has many times brought him to the edges of desertion but he reamians loyal because of the corporal who helped him out when he had killed his supervisor.
Armament: Mk.I flamethrower, incendiary grenades, incendiary bombs, Mk.V Hand Gun
Equipment: Basic marine armour (Space Marine), IR sight, flashlight and audio and video transmitter and receiver for communication purposes.

Rank: Private
Name: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 14 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER FIVE****
Height: Roughly 3.2 metres
Appearance: Average height, green eyes, average mane, a few bullet wounds and a scar on the left cheek
Background: Number five and his twin was born in a middle-class family and lived very ordinary lives until their 21st birthday when they applied to the Farstar academy. Failing utterly they were made simple riflemen after their graduation and were sent to [the corporal]'s squad to see if he could discipline them. He started the lesson by beating them nearly to death and, after number two had patched them up, let them train three times more than the others in the squad. The results were astonishing, the twins had became some of the most elite soldiers in the marine corps, driven by their hatred for the corporal and their desire to become his superors to finally be able to kill him, before they have accomplished this they are, however, loyal.
Armament: Mk.IV Pulse Rifle with a grenade launcher, fragmentation hand grenades, Mk.V Hand Gun and combat knife
Equipment: Basic marine armour, IR sight, flashlight and audio and video transmitter and receiver for communication purposes

Rank: Private
Name: ****ERROR SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 14 REQUIRED KNOWN AS NUMBER SIX****
Height: Roughly 3.2 metres
Appearance: Average height, green eyes, average mane and several bullet wounds in the chest
Background: Number six and his twin was born in a middle-class family and lived very ordinary lives until their 21st birthday when they applied to the Farstar academy. Failing utterly they were made simple riflemen after their graduation and were sent to [the corporal]'s squad to see if he could discipline them. He started the lesson by beating them nearly to death and, after number two had patched them up, let them train three times more than the others in the squad. The results were astonishing, the twins had became some of the most elite soldiers in the marine corps, driven by their hatred for the corporal and their desire to become his superors to finally be able to kill him, before they have accomplished this they are, however, loyal.
Armament: Mk.IV Pulse Rifle with a grenade launcher, fragmentation hand grenades, Mk.V Hand Gun and combat knife
Equipment: Basic marine armour, IR sight, flashlight and audio and video transmitter and receiver for communication purposes

IC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=432751)

Name: Dirk Benton
Age: 47
Rank: Colonel
Height: 6'1"
Build: Muscular
Specialty: Command


Name: Erik Reiger
Age: 35
Rank: Seargeant
Height: 5'11"
Build: Slightly Overweight
Specialty: Infantry


*Name: James Thonner
Age: 28
Rank: Private
Height: 5'7"
Build: Well Built
Specialty: Mechanics/Engineering


Name: Scott Dail
Age: 32
Rank: Private
Height: 6'
Build: Well Built
Specialty: Infantry


Name: Keith Manton
Age: 36
Rank: Scientist
Height: 5'9"
Build: Well
Specialty: Biology


Name: Bruce Trecker
Age: 24
Rank: Scientist
Height: 5'11"
Build: Well
Specialty: Weapon Engineering


* James Thonner is my central main character.