The Battle of Two Worlds (SCI-FI ROLEPLAY) (OPEN AND ACCEPTING)

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  • Story


    The world is now a technologically advanced planet. Technology stopped global warming and deforestation. Humans are still at war, but not with each other. Mostly with colonists. Many years ago colonists went to Mars and made it extremely similar to Earth, even with breathable air and trees. These colonists saw the corruption in the government on Earth and asked for them to stop. The government agreed, but quickly went back to their ways. After years of asking the colonists began to prepare for war. They made ships and mechas and attacked Earth. They shot at key government targets, destroying them quickly. This caused Earth to retaliate with a much larger and more powerful army. The colonists were vastly outnumbered, and still are, but are better trained. Although this huge war is going on on Earth, most citizens are still sitting in the slums, hiding from showers of death. This war could destroy humanity.


    Troops of Earth



    Heavy Infantry


    These men are heavily trained to take points in the battlefield and destroy key points. They are brutes with enormous strength, and their suit amplifies that strength. Their weakness resides in those two facts, they are slow and stupid, easily outsmarted and can be ran circles around easily.



    Covert Ops


    Covert Ops are trained to be quick and silent in the night. They are trained to take down key targets and cripple armies through taking down generals, lieutenants, and more. Their weakness resides in their own suit and weapons, as they are designed for sneaking and not combat. Their weapons overheat after more than 3 shots, and their own suit is easily damaged by physical attacks.



    Hunters


    Hunters are designed to hunt down important enemies of the Earth. They are the most dangerous of all troops. They come equipped with hand to hand combat knowledge, and a biologically enhanced pet. This pet can smell out any scent for miles away, and runs faster than any horse known to man. But their main weapons is their connectivity. Their brains are connected through neural surgery and can think as one, but their weakness resides in this. If either of them get hit with a blow to the head they get a wave of intense pain, leaving them crippled in pain for many long minutes.


    Mars' Troops


    The troops of mars are versatile and are trained according to their own skills, which makes them versatile hunters, fighters, and killers. They are trained to be what they wish and fight with whatever they have, not sparing a single weapon for combat. Their weakness is that they are reliant on their technology for larger fight, like their mechas. This gives them opening when out of the machine. The same goes the other way, some are too reliant on not being in a machine.


    Form


    Name:
    Age:
    Appearance:
    Side:
    Weapons:
    Ship/Mecha:
    Class (if Earth):
    History:
    Personality:


    My Form


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    Name: Damion
    Age: 38
    Side: Mars
    Weapons: [img width=510 height=286]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…by_afterfield-d4ukfk4.png[/img] and [img width=461 height=510]http://th00.deviantart.net/fs7…fi_HAR_by_timberfox15.jpg[/img]
    Ship/Mecha: [img width=510 height=295]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…h_by_erebus88-d5ayd0t.png[/img]
    Class (if Earth): Mars
    History: Damion was born on the colony of Mars and grew up in awe of the colonist army. He practiced martial arts and once of age of the army joined quickly. He applied to become a mecha pilot and was accepted quickly. He was given a physical combat mecha with an A.I. to help him in combat. Damion was made a recon combat pilot and was sent to the barracks, waiting to be deployed. He was deployed into the first assault on Mars, where he destroyed many mechas and pilots earning a total of 5 confirmed kills. He was sent to the front lines of the battlefield.
    Personality: Loud, rambunctious, fun, dangerous, quick to a fight, and extremely protective.


  • Name:
    Michelle "Mitch" Johnson


    Age:
    24


    Appearance:


    Side:
    Mars


    Weapons:
    [img width=510 height=384]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7…del_15_by_Simeon_FPMG.jpg[/img]


    Ship/Mecha:
    [img width=323 height=510]http://th09.deviantart.net/fs7…g_by_captkiro-d4mmtdp.jpg[/img]


    History:
    Michelle is one of the many who has only ever known life of on Mars. It had always been a dream of hers to visit Earth, but the opportunity never came up until she had learned of the terrible things done by the people of the home planet. She wished to rid it of the government run by rats, but fighting was never her steongest area as she was unfortunately born a delicate girl. Instead, she trained her mind, and entered the field of mechanics at the age of 16. She had a natural knack for creative inventions; a gift she used to help the colonists as much as she could in the war.
    Even after she had created the Mecha suit best fitted for her, she never used it in actual combat. Only for emergencies, she would say. She could defend herself without it, and so would remain in whatever work space she had to work on weapons and better suit designs for her team.


    Personality:
    Michelle is very reserved, and is very antisocial. She doesn't have any problems with people, she just never has anything to say when it comes to recreational talk, and so tries to avoid conversations altogether. The best way to get her to open up is to talk about different types of Mecha suits and the engineering behind them.
    She has a rather short temper, and does not take kindly to anyone who doubts her ability as a result of her gender. Any insults about her personal appearance tick her off as well, and it is not a good idea to comment about her lack of femininity. Expect a hammer to the head if you try.
    That being said, she does still care about those close to her, and would give her life for any team member. Her loyalty to them and the cause is undeniably outstanding.
    In three words: calm, cool, and collected.

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; Thanks! And that sounds like a great idea. :3


    IC;;
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    [color=Black][size=18]~IC~
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    [color=Black][size=18]~OOC~
    Great! Also, where did you get your fancypost by the way, I have been wanting one like it.


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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; A friend of mine made it for me out of the blue. ^^
    But I really like your current one! Attack on Titan is great. =w=


    IC;;
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    [color=Black][size=18]~OOC~
    It's not the AOT, it's the look. It doesn't look really good to me. I'll probably keep it like this though. Want to start roleplaying?


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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; I'm a bit of an amateur fancypost maker myself, but I will totally try to make you one if I ever get onto an actual computer. I think yours is fine the way it is, but I understand what you're saying. And yes! Would you mind starting it up, though? I'm not entirely certain of their current situation, so I think it would be better if you did. >u<


    IC;;
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    [color=Black][size=18]~IC~
    Damion felt his boots smack the ground loudly. He entered his friends garage to find her being harassed by a sexist customer. He walked to his friend and pushed the male harassing her. The guy quickly yelled,


    "What the f*ck man?!" The man said. The man threw a punch at Damion. Damion dodged and twisted the man's wrist and pushed the man to his knees, where he put his boot against the man's elbow, and pushed down slowly. The man screamed in pain.


    "Apologize." Damion grunted.


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    [color=Black][size=18]~OOC~
    Alright!


    I also had an idea, please play along. I just wanted to do this. >.<


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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; N'kay!


    IC;; The man was shoved roughly to his knees, and Michelle had to fight the urge to punch him. How unfortunate it was that he was there to purchase a product of hers; she couldn't be rude. Assuming that he would still consider buying from her after Damion's forceful tactics.
    "It's fine, it was a first-time offense," she murmured, dropping down to a crouch in front of the man. He green eyes bore into his, and she stared at him so long and so intensely, it was a wonder she didn't burn holes into his face. "But we won't be so nice next time. Now, about the gun-" She stood up again and watched him carefully, tilting her head to one side ever so slightly. "- you still interested?"
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    [color=Black][size=18]~IC~
    Damion released the man. He didn't like people who messed with their friends. The man whispered out of fear, flinching from Damion.


    "S-sure." The man said, quivering. Damion walked to lean against a wall and looked at the storage for the mechas. He saw his own mecha, completely fixed from his last battle. He smiled as he saw it. He ran toward it, pressing a command on his arm, opening the cockpit. He ran and jumped into it, turned, and sat. He smiled as the cockpit closed down and the friendly female esque voice welcome him.


    "Hello Damion." The voice said. Damion had lovingly called the A.I. Bliss. He called it this because it would find happy things in anything.


    "Hey Bliss." Damion replied. He began to operate the mecha, and then left it to standby as he opened the cockpit again. He looked at Michelle again.


    "Thanks. What about my weapons, they in the cargo compartment?" Damion said, not bothering to move his hands to check himself. He liked talking to Michelle.


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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;;


    IC;; Michelle rolled her eyes at his laziness to even look at the compartment himself. She dealt with the man in silence, the only words spoken being meant for Damion. "I've got your gun in the back room still. I was up til dawn working on it, but the damn thing still feels just a bit off," she informed him, frustration lacing her words. She quickly finished her sale with the sexist male and kept her eyes on him until she was sure he had scampered off without knocking in to anything strewn about her shop. She then turned to glance at Damion fooling around in his mecha, her face as bored looking as ever.
    "Y'know, if you keep doing that to the guys who come in here, you're going to end up running me out of business. And I will kill you for that."
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    [color=Black][size=18]~IC~
    Damion smiled slightly.


    "If you keep letting yourself get pushed around like that you will run out of business. Damion reached in the compartment and grabbed his katana. The handle was great. He held it out and activated the plasma, making the blade. He smiled and deactivated it. He climbed out and began walking toward the back room.


    "Show me the gun I guess."


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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;;


    IC;; "You have a key, go look at it yourself."
    Michelle didn't bother looking at him as she returned to her stool behind a counter covered in grease and scraps of metal. She grabbed what looked like an object of old control panels glued together, and began tinkering at once. Damion was a grown man; he could handle walking into the other room without her. Besides, mornings were usually pretty busy, and she couldn't risk missing a customer, especially if she wanted to keep things priced fairly.
    There was a lengthy period of silence apart from the tapping of metal, before she added, "And grab me a coffee while you're at it."
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    [color=Black][size=18]~IC~
    Damion chuckled slightly.


    "Whatever you say." Damion walked toward the room and pulled out his key. He unlocked the door and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He looked at the gun and saw that the only problem was the sights. He laughed as he began to make a pot of coffee. Damion walked back towards the gun and fixed the sight easily. He put it on his back where it magnetically attached and walked back toward the finished pot of coffee. He poured a cup for Michelle and himself, taking a drink of it. He walked through the door and set the coffee next to her. He walked back to the door and locked it, not spilling any coffee. He walked back toward Michelle and leaned against a wall as he sipped his coffee.


    "Any new things in the battle last night? I was busy in a bit of recon." Damion said.


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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;;


    IC;; Michelle used her teeth to tug off one glove, then her thin fingers to slide the other off of her right hand. She set the pair down and picked up the warm mug, staring quietly at the brown liquid. She could vaguely remember a few, pointless things, but was sure that there was something she had meant to tell Damion. What was it?
    She grew increasingly frustrated with herself, and had to set the caffeinated drink down before she got so irritated that it would some way or another end up on the ground in pieces. A soft sigh escaped from her, and she clenched her fingers around her thumb; it was an old trick her grandmother had always used in such cases. "Ah... Right. We've lost all means of contacting Samson. He dropped off the radar unexpectedly in the earliest hours of the morning, and we've been unable to reach him since. The immediate thought would be that he got attacked, we're considering a possible attempt at deserting," she informed him. The Samson she referred to was a well-known man who fought with the strength of ten on the battlefield. He was of great value to their cause, but if he had fallen or walked willingly into the hands of Earth, then it would require loads of effort to recover. He knew a lot of information on their side, so it was of course undesirable that the enemy would have gotten hold of it. "What do you think?"
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    [color=Black][size=18]~IC~
    "I remember a message he sent right before he was taken. It's in my pilot suit." Damion said. He set down the coffee and climbed into the mecha. He grabbed the suit and slipped it on above his clothes. Instead of activating the helmet like normal he set it to the records of audio. He found the message and played it back. Above the gun fire and death rattles there was a voice, Samson.


    "Damion. I need help, Earth soldiers surrounding-" An audible explosion was heard, "My mecha just broke! The Soldiers are about to captu-" The audio cut out with the sounds of beating and screams. Damion cut the audio.


    "Terrible." Damion said. Damion went back to his coffee, sipping it plainly. He was used to people dying, and Samson didn't know even half as much as Damion did.


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    IC;; Michelle's usually neutral expression turned to a grimace as she heard the message. "If that's the case, we might need to send in a rescue squad of sorts," she stated, gulping down the last bits of her coffee. "Disgusting." It would be unfortunate not to, but at the same time, if Samson had been killed and people's lives were risked to get him back, it would be just as bad. It was these cases that made her glad to be a mechanic rather than a leader or fighter of sorts, and she didn't really mind how cowardly that was. Fact of the matter was, she was scared. But who wouldn't be? They were at war, and people were dying and being caught left and right. "The least we could do would be to retrieve the body."
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  • OOC: It's fine.


    IC: Damion pulled up a communicator.


    "Samson is captured or possibly dead. I request a private mission for me to rescue him, his body, or his brain. Whichever is there." Damion said.


    OOC: Really sick, sorry.