PROMINENCE: Infinite Warfare [Sci-Fi Roleplay; RP Thread] (Open to all; Registry link in the first post]

Mordale Halgon, head of the Dagon council, was exhausted, and for good reason... A group of unknown space craft had attacked one of his trade routes, a world on the outer rim of their control was cut off from the other planets, it was a desert mining planet which depended completely on the trade route for food and water. The stupid council wouldn't even take the vote on whether or not they needed to send out a group to retake the trade route, which was the obvious answer. One section wanted to retake it later, let the people live off their crummy stale water and canned food they keep in storage for emergencies. The other half were for leaving the planet to die, most the miners were just enslaved prisoners anyway, and their moral compass was about as straight as the ocean at high tide. Mordale wanted to save them, and save them now... he muttered to himself, "Politics be damned, I'll just send out my own private force to deal with it..."

Willithar Shornam was a fellow on that desert planet, it's rightful name was Magni Harena, 'Great Sand' as the Latins would phrase, but let's go back to this Willithar fellow for now... He had no idea that the trade route was cut off, none of the miners did yet, but he knew one thing those politicians didn't know The men here weren't really criminals, most of them had been put in unjust lawsuits where they couldn't win. Evidence had been forged, judges had been bribed, and even a few members of the council tipped against them depending on the severity of the situation. He'd been actually guilty himself, but while the charge against him said murder, everyone there who knew his story and himself said self defense. His wife had snapped, come at him with a knife, so he'd grabbed his gun and dealt with the situation... He'd had no choice, and the nightmares haunted him every night, his daughter walking down the hallway only to find what had happened, the tears streaming down her face as he had been taken away... he hated this planet.

Jason stood nervously in the blank white room, waiting for someone to come in. He was wearing white clothing provided by the Council that would supposedly protect him while he was testing the MOA-1, the first working arm prosthetics. He wanted to ask what MOA even stood for, but that would wait until later. He had been told they were really heavy, but he was used to heavy stuff by now.
A man suddenly appeared in the room, along with a table that had two metal arms on it. The prosthetics appeared much different than those of modern humans. It looked almost like a normal limb, but there were 'scales' of metal creating the outer shell of them. Well, and it was gray, being metal. "Hello. I am Karsten, creator of the MOA-1," the man stated. He, too, was wearing the same white outfit. "You are Jason, correct?" Jason simply nodded. He had been told about the procedure for installing the prosthetics, and he honestly didn't like the sound of it. "Well, you are very lucky. Much time and effort have been put into these." He waved for Jason to come over, who quickly walked to the table. "Hold out your arms." Jason raised arms to the sides, and the man picked up the arms. Jason close his eyes, and, after a slight tingle in his arms, he opened them, to find that, sprouting from his shoulders, was the MOA-1. "There. Now, test it out." The man disappeared and, behind where he had been standing, a training dummy appeared.
Jason walked towards it and punched it. The weight behind the swing sent it flying into the wall. He looked at his arms in surprise, then smiled as several more dummies appeared. He punched each of them, then looked down at his arms as a screen appeared on it. He tapped a few things before his hand and part of his arm collapsed inwards, going backwards into the rest of his arm, before a blade appeared. "I could get used to this." He sliced one in half before his arm then changed into a cannon-like weapon and he shot one. "It changes at a simple thought." He changed back and forth, slicing and shooting. After a while of testing features, he heard a loud beep come from them. They suddenly became heavy, and they slumped to the ground. Alarms then started sounding, red lights blaring, and a door opened to the left. He ran out and saw Karsten on the floor, clearly dead. An AI robot was standing above him, turned towards the table and destroying the blueprints to the MOA-1. He kicked it, but it grabbed his leg and threw him against the door. The next thing he knew, he had blacked out.
He woke up several hours later. He could move his arms again. The room seemed back to normal, no beeping alarm. He looked around, seeming a bit confused. He slowly walked out of the facility, limping, and looked around at the burning, gray wasteland. He started walking in no particular direction. "I'm gonna destroy that robot if it's the last thing I do..." Standing on the roof of the destroyed facility, unseen, was a dark figure; Drago Black.

That was a year ago. The AI had been captured and, upon examination, it revealed that someone *cough cough* Drago Black *cough cough*had hacked it, though the AI would not say who. The data for the MOA had been lost, and any recreation of it had failed. The best healers were unable to revive Karsten, and thus the only MOA in existence was in Jason's possession. He had decided that MOA stood for 'Mechanical Osmium Arm', as it was made of the densest metal, osmium. He had discovered many things about it since the incident, and had fixed a few bugs with them. Now, the Council's new top scientist had been creating machines capable of space travel. Jason would occasionally come by and assist, but he often left to go back to exploring.
As for now, planet A-51 was safe and calm.

Mordale had given the order, and his men were on their way to the planet now to see what they could do to reclaim the trade route, they were an efficient force which easily surpassed the military that passed as the Dagon empire's force. He was sitting in the council chamber now, listening to the idiots argue about whether or not the people should be saved, and leaning back in his chair, sipping a drink he was quite fond of, a Bimnal Shakda, the closest human drink to this beverage is a margarita. The main difference is that a the Bimnal has much more alcohol in it, even the best of the best when it came to drinking never had more than three in one night. He sighed with pleasure, this was the good life...

Willithar was thinking quite the opposite... he'd been nearly caught when a section of the mine had collapsed, and he'd lost some good friends in the collapse, he'd tried to warn them that they needed new support beams, but they refused to drain on the ones in storage, opting to wait for the next shipment. The next shipment never came. In fact the supply ship was late, extremely... after it hadn't showed up for a couple days, it was okay, a normal delay, but it had been two weeks and they were living on the emergency supply. Even as he thought to himself that something must be wrong the alarm went up, along with an order for all staff to head to the armory immediately and prepare... someone was coming.

Ashtar sat aboard the OES Apollyon, since the Lailah was being fitted with an experimental Orion's Bow. The Apllyon was currently resting in orbit around the Ori Empire's home planet, where nothing was happening currently. Ashtar longed for a battle, but he was seeking a meeting with the Dagon council. If their trade routes were being attacked, it would only be a matter of time before the Ori-Dagon trade routes were being targeted by the attackers as well. He had tried to send message after message, but to no avail.

If the Dagon empire wouldn't stand up for themselves, they were clearly weak. Possibly weak enough for a takeover. Ashtar traced his finger in thought on the arm of his chair, with the military might of the Ori, and the trade center of the Dagon, he would become an indisputable super power.

Willithar loaded the cartridge into his gun and glanced around the corner, things had gone silent... the group they'd sent out to investigate had walked outside, the sound of their footsteps overridden by the sound of their screams and the firing of enemy weapons. He moved around the corner fully, three other men right behind, they weren't the best shots but they'd been picked to go check things out none the less. Nothing prepared them for the thing that came around the corner, scuttling like some kind of giant insect on three legs, holding two guns with its four arms... They opened fire, without hesitation. These weapons were more simple than most offered but they were more powerful against the monstrous creature's exoskeleton, the bullets pounding through it, ripping the monstrous thing to shreds.

The Gorvanian priest Haldan, father of the church and the real leader of the HGE, was leading another group into this humanoid mine they'd found on the desert planet... It was full of men who needed to be saved, and his men were willing to oblige, opening fire upon any non Gorvanian they saw, of course they were losing their own slowly, a few broke off to scout around and never returned. Gunfire echoed off the walls, followed by the deep, guttural death cry of a Gorvanian warrior, they could practically hear his exoskeleton breaking form here. He couldn't help but wince at the sound with his horrible looking face and dark red eyes, no pupil seen inside of them... That Gorvanian had just missed his chance at paradise by trying to redeem these humanoid pagans, had died fighting a crusade for every being.

Mordale had elected to go with his soldiers, leaving his advisers behind to help decide the official stance of the council as a whole, he was loading his gun now, sitting among his troops. They were four hundred in total, on one massive frigate headed straight for Magni Herena, and the weapon he had in his hands was a Mark III Eradicator. It was much like the guns known by those on Earth except it did not launch regular projectiles, it launched a form of magma carefully contained, it was a delicate balance easily broken if the gun was hit. The magma projectiles were the most advanced among weaponry the empire had, and they pierced armor easily, though many had this and were prepared for it in various ways. The frigate, Liberator, shook as it entered the atmosphere, and they drifted down to the planet... the gunners saw something strange below, foreign ships.

We need some character interactions here fellas. How can we set it up?

I'm planning to have the HGE stir up some trouble with everybody soon.

Oh I seeeee.

Jason sat up as a hologram sprouted from his arm. It was of four men in a semi-circle, looking at him. Each had robes which represented their Element; it was the Elemental Council.
Fire spoke up. "Hello, Amaritz. We know this is sudden, but we require that you come to the Council immediately."
Water then spoke. "You will be going into space on our first spacecraft with assistant scientist Savi Fang."
Then Earth. "The spaceship was designed to take hits, not deliver them. Your mission is to fly to the nearest planet and gather data there."
And finally, Air. "We have provided you both with robes that should allow you to create an infinite air bubble around you, so you don't have to use energy trying to maintain oxygen."
Jason nodded, standing up as the hologram disappeared. He looked in the distance at the several thousand feet tall building. He started running in the 90s to get there as soon as possible, as they had requested.

Ashtar leaned back in his chair, watching as the crew of the Lailah scurried around the Apollyon. He had relieved the captain and the crew of their duties until his ship was back in action. Soon, they would tear fire the first ship-mounted Orion's bow on a junk ship that they had sent into orbit recently. Just as the thought had cleared his mind, the head scientist/engineer of the project appeared on a screen near the front of the command room. It saluted Ashtar, "Sir, the Lailah will be ready to reap the souls of your enemies within the week." Ashtar nodded, liking the sound of that. "You assure me the weapon will work?" "Yes, sir! It has already been tested, we are just working out the kinks." Ashtar nodded again, "Dismissed." He pressed a button on the arm of his chair and the projection stopped. Ashtar prayed the weapon would work like the project head had told him, he couldn't handle a failure.

On that same planet Jason was destined to head to, Priestess Mathilda of the Holy Gorvanian Empire was dealing with a few lesser life forms, sending them to the Great Paradise so that they could be devoured for the cause. There had been some kind of energy picked up in this system, suggesting a group who needed to be Saved, another intelligent life form which would be rescued from this hell hole. She envied them deep down, even as she caught the strange creature in her spiked arms, crushing it, she wished she could die like they to reach paradise. The hunt for the Great Paradise planet seemed eternal.

Mordale led the charge into the mine, opening fire on the strange creatures which had been waiting there, the molten rock being launched from their guns was tearing through the exoskeleton, poking holes that burned orange hot around the edges, much like a lightsaber would do the armor of a stormtrooper. They cleared out a group of maybe six of the creatures, though none of them died, then pressed in, a dozen men had been sent to investigate each of the foreign space crafts... This was all going through his mind as he thought, thinking to make sure they had all their bases covered, when his foot struck the body laying down in his path, it was the body of Willithar, though Mordale did not know his name. A look of eternal terror was there, his always open eyes staring off into the distance, seemingly at whatever had killed him. Outside they had not gotten a good look at the creatures except for the fact that they looked more insect like than they did humanoid, he couldn't help but wonder what the man had seen.

An hour later, Jason and Savi's shuttle was floating through space, heading quickly for the planet. Jason was working on the MOA, trying to add a new feature. Savi watched him.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Adding a 3D-Printer sort of feature. Gonna take a lot of energy to operate, but at least I won't have to restock on material." He lifted his arm and scanned a small bottle. He pressed a button, but nothing happened. "If it'll ever work..." he mumbled.
Savi held up his arm. "Here, I got this." She started typing in new code. "Try again." Jason blinked, pressing the same button. Surprisingly to him, a copy of the glass materialized in his hand.
"Wow, uh, thanks." He smiled at her, before looking out the camera stationed on the front of the ship. "Almost there. Looks like a pretty interesting planet."

Actually if the UPT group drop down on the same planet Jason and the priestess are at, it'd be a great way to advance towards introducing the HGE to everyone.

Ashtar is just waiting for a fleet to destroy and a planet to conquer. He really needs to test the Orion's Bow on his ship.

So, one of the pioneers is going somewhere and gets a little to close to the Orion system?