A World Drained (IC/Open!/Looking for players)

[Marsisian]

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The globe was on top many decades ago, having access to hyper-advanced technology and having not seen a war in decades. But that changed when after the collapse. People were left to fend for themselves. Now, after the collapse, in 1995, things are worse than they were right after the collapse.

It's up to the existing factions to either bring peace and stability to the post-collapse world or oppress it just as the people of the post-collapse world have done all this time.

[The Flame Dawn]

Ryder was walking down one of the halls of the new residential wing, a remodeled prison block which had makeshift walls over the prison bars to allow privacy. As he looked he realized that the air was smoky and found 5 men smoking in one of the cells. Ryder yelled at them to open the window slap which covered the bars that looked out onto the rocky canyon that was once San Fransisco Bay. The guys grudingly followed their leader's orders and opened the window. Ryder left the room and continued down hall until he reached the Command Room, the smaller staff lunch room, and was given a clipboard with paper.

"Sir, we noticed that our food supplies are running low. At the rate of consumption we will be in a state of starvation by next week," the man who gave Ryder the clipboard said.

Ryder had a discouraged look on his face and said, "Can you name any factions which may have some food their 'willing' to give away?"

"Yes sir, there are The Runners; we outnumber them 5:2. There are also The Aryan League; but they out number us and they are signifigently stronger. My last idea would be The Government Remnant or to just attack lone survivors."

"Damn... maybe attacking The Runners is our best bet. Brother, I want you to tell the commanders to meet me here in 2 hours to work out a plan for raiding the food stores of The Runners. Do not tell them the target we are raiding," Ryder said with a stern voice. No matter how much he hated to attack others, he knew this conflict would be unavoidable.

[Australian Antarctica]

Laurence had been wandering aimlessly through the once thriving coastal city. Now nothing more than a barren wasteland, dotted with small refinements of civilization. His feet were killing him, but it was not worse than his sunburn. The lack of water also meant a lack of clouds. He looked more like a demon than a human with his almost blood red skin. His ancestry coming from Scandinavia and England, he was not made to tan. Taking another rest break, he drank another small sip from his canteen. If he didn't find a settlement soon, he would die from lack of water. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed a destroyed tank, around it the bodies of dead soldiers litter the street. Some faction or another probably ambushed them, maybe they left behind something valuable. He searched the bodies, only coming across a pistol and some extra ammo, which he would probably trade. He had his father's shotgun, and that was all he needed. If he came across a situation that required something more than his shotgun, he would use his bluffing skills, or maybe even trading, to get out of it. If he had learned anything in the past few months, it was that getting into too many fights was a sure fire way to get killed. Taking one last look before leaving, he moved on. A few hours later, he came across a small settlement. He traded the pistol for a gallon of water, a great deal for him, and a horrible one for the survivors. That night he camped in an abandoned apartment building. He fell asleep to the sound of a far off skirmish, probably just some more guys like him fighting over something as stupid as a place to stay.

[The Flame Dawn]

The 10 captains who commanded outfits of 9 soldiers had entered the Cmmand Center and were greeted by Ryder who was looking over some old maps, worn out by the lack of moisture. "Brothers and sisters," began Ryder, "I have assembled you here for an importaint update on our supplies. We are running low and will have only 1 week to secure supplies before starvation kicks in." Ryder let this fact sit with the 10 captains before he continued. "I have already worked out a small list of targets. Our most bountiful, but hardest, would be for us to attack The Runners and raid their food stores. The other target is a collection of small outposts where people are living. I have created as list of them that are currently not in a state of starvation." One of Ryder's aides, a younger male in her early teens, handed pieces of worn paper which had the names of various settlements writen on them. At this point all 11 soldiers in the room began discussing and debating teh advantages of attacking and not attacking certain target. In the end it was decided to divide the group into 5 groups of 20 soldiers.

The plan was to have 4 groups attack a single settlement while one group stayed back at the base to protect it.

[Marsisian]

Cliffside Base
Government Remnant

It was just a normal day for most people, death and destruction overflowing in most areas. But at the GR's cliffside base overlooking the dusty wasteland that was the Bay, something seemed a little off. The CO was inspecting the base's anti-aircraft guns while some sort of black aircraft showed up out of nowhere. "Holy... what is that thing? Goddamn it, it better not be aliens!" "Don't be ridiculous, Private," the Lieutenant replied, "if it was aliens, they'd have sent us a message already."

The unidentified aircraft did send a message, just not in the way they had expected. The UFO opened fire on the base with its armament, ripping the troops to shreds and blowing nearly everything up with the heavy bombs it had. GR troops ran away in panic but some stayed and fired on it with flak cannons, mass driver weaponry, and regular SAMs. They did nothing but scratch its paint.

Although it inflicted damage onto the Remnant base, the craft was then shot dow by concentrated AA fire. The unknown craft burned and inside it were two charred human corpses. DNA was not able to be recovered from them.

[Vacif]

The roof tops of J-Town were old, dried and cracked, dusty to say the least, all was quiet and calm... That is until a young runner came blazing by. The young one was vaulting over AC units, springing off of railings and clearing rooftops. If there were still birds around, they would of scattered and flew off in surprise and fear. The Runner jumped off a seemingly conveniently placed trampoline and landed on top of the Cinema. In truth, it was strategically placed by the Runners. The roof tops were seemingly covered in scattered junk and useless items left over in the panic. But this was brought in by Runners to act as objects for their Runners to use, as either pivot points, or weapons, or things to slow down pursuers. Life for the Runners was pretty good. The young Runner sat on the top of the Cinema, legs hanging loosely over the edge, hands behind him, propping him up. While the city may not be the bustling metropolis it use to be, it still had an air of beauty on its own, even with the eternal rain cloud looming over them, taunting weary and thirsty travelers. The sunset was one of beauty. He could hear running in the distance, to his expectation, several more Runners skid to a halt beside him and sat down, enjoying the sunset. "Best view in the city..." one commented, and he wasn't wrong either. It was the best. While the hydroponics in The Mall were not enough to be self sustaining, the food they did create were rather valuable, the conditions in Runner territory made it ideal for more...exotic foods. Once the sun set the group got up and ran for home. On the trip back, they could see fellow runners, the Night Guard, relive the Day Guard from their posts near the borders of their territory. The young Runner thought to himself. 'Why don't people live in our territory? I mean it's safe, a great place for trade, and the only downside would be that we would be running on your roof...huh, maybe that's why people don't want to live here? but he shrugged. He jumped off the building and grabbed the flag pole, sliding down it and into the next area. He continued through the urban maze until he was back in the fortress that was The Mall.

[Anowa]

GM Walter Jr High 6:30 PM
When Aleks had arrived at the shanty town he was to deliver the package to it was dark and he barely noticed the front "gate" was an old U-haul truck welded to the side of the building. approaching it he was halted by a voice.

"who are you, and why are you here?" came a voice from the roof.

"a courier, I'm here to deliver a package" he looked to the paper covered shape "to one Andrea Murphy, you know her?"

"Andrea? yeah come on in." the gate squealed open.

Aleks wondered what would take his hearing first gunfire or crappy construction.
he walked into the old school and was met by an aging guard

"I'll take you to Andrea."the man stated

as Aleks followed the man through the school he noticed how poor it's condition was: wallpaper was peeling off, children were groaning, and people were lying on ruddy old mattresses, a vast majority of them were ethnic as well 'this would be a fucking goldmine for the Aryans' he thought.

Aleks was curious "you have any idea what this package is?"

the man paused "you don't know?"

"I don't ask questions" Aleks replied "I only deliver things"

"Probably water purification tablets, Andrea always goes on and on about those things."

they walked until they reached an office of sorts.

the man knocked on the open door "Andrea?"

"Yes Derek?"a female voice called out

Aleks glanced in the office the woman was sitting by a chair next to a group of 6 or 7 cribs.

Derek replied "this man says he has a package" Aleks held it up

"you can put it on my desk, I'll open it later" Andrea pointed to a desk in the corner.

Aleks walked over and placed the package on the desk "I've already been paid so I'll see my way out"

at the doorway he paused and turned "if you see anyone with a shaved head don't let them in."

Andrea replied "we already know, but thank you anyway."

Aleks nodded and made his way out of the building. He got about a block away before an ear ripping explosion erupted through the bay area and Aleks was thrown off his feet by the shock wave he glanced back to see a massive fireball and rubble flying through the air, he ducked into a nearby building and waited out the concrete rain. He knew what had happened, the package wasn't what they thought it was, he thought back to the person he received it from, Blonde hair and blue eyes, an Aryan... there wasn't anything he could do about it, if he tried anything he would be dead and his family would soon after join him. for the first time in 3 years he cried.

[Marsisian]

Remnant Command Center
Eastern Mountains

At the command center, holding the GR's top commanders and political leaders, the situation was calm. Nothing important was happening, really, and the stuff that did happen usually happened every day. General Edwards did not have that style of thinking and it was visible when he went to talk to Prime Minister Carver, a figurehead for the military-ruled Government Remnant. "Major General Edwards, I cannot allow you to invade the city. The locals will rise up against us in rebellion, and I fear the Government Army cannot handle the losses we'll take." "We have no choice, Carver! The damn Aryans keep abducting our scouts when they arrive to survey the city! Do you want us to look weak?"

Carver was irritated, definitely, about the abductions, but he knew full well the GR was in no position to take them on by force. "Doing this will be considered an act of war. We might hold an advantage over them but it'll be too much for us to handle. If you want to harass the Aryans, then I suggest you hire some bandits to do your dirty work, because the Army is sure as hell not going to do it." In a rare showing of resistance, the spineless PM told the General off and walked out of the door.

A subordinate of Edwards walked in, narrowly passing by the departing PM. "Sir, our mechanized units and air units are prepared for battle, they can leave on your orders." The General was grinding his teeth and talking to himself quietly, ignoring what the subordinate was saying. "Can't believe old Carver stood up for himself this time... maybe he's right." "Squadron 219 of the Armored Corps is ready to deploy, as per your or-" "Colonel, I want you and a squad of soldiers to go to the Lancer Bandits' base in the Northern Bay. We can use them as cannon fodder to show the League what happens when you abduct members of the Government Remnant."

The subordinate was taken aback but collected himself. "Very well, sir. I'll be leaving immediately."

[Anowa]

San Fran Bay 9:00 PM
Aleks was walking into the shantyville in which he lived, directly towards his dirt hut. He knew the brotherhood would be coming to tie up loose ends
he had to get his family out, he was planning on sending them to the old J-town runners were decent people and they could protect them.
he burst through his door and called out "everyone pack your shit we have to go now!" there was a resounding silence "hello!?" no answer.
he turned on his flashlight to find Damien's mother sprawled out on the ground. "no..NoNoNO" he ran over to the body to find it cold, please god no, please." he heard crying in the corner of the room, he glanced over to the pile of cardboard boxes and paper he used for unwrapped packages, running over he began unstacking them until he came upon the crying baby, snatching the small child up in his arms he nearly broke down again "thank you god, thank you." he stood up placed Ludmilla on the kitchen table and started going through his wooden cupboards fo food and water and anything else they would need to get to the old J-town, and put it into a knapsack, he picked up Ludmilla and exited his home southwest to J-town.

[Das Germane imperie]

Underground laboratories, Golden gate park

A number of soldiers stood up and made attention when Pr. Bruce Holmes leaved the main laboratory. He was used to the lack of electrical light underground, but the main laboratory was prio 1 when it came to electricitcal lights, so he had to squint whilst trying to get used to the darkness again. He walked up the stairs to the surface floor of the academy, and tightened his gas mask. Due to all chemical waste from the experiments they made gas masks were of vital importance in the non-living areas. About 400 stormtroopers were stationed here, ready for operations at any time. He walked up to the commander in chief, appearently lambasting on some soldiers for having dirty weapons.

"Commander Henry, what is going on here?"

The soldiers around him stood up directly and commander Henry did attention.

"Some of these soldier's weapons doesn't hold the quality I want them to do.", responded the nervous commander.

He have an easy answer back.

"The aryan league wants it soldiers to fight good. It wants their soldiers to eradicate all enemies. But the weapons we have today will soon be history, as our brilliant engineers are working to make new, easily handled and extremely dangerous rifles. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" The commander once again did attention as well as the other soldiers, as Pr. Bruce Holmes walked downstairs again.

[The Flame Dawn]

"Sir, we're under minor resistance from inhabitants of Taget 3" shouted the Radio, there was also the sound of gun fire and shouting but those were hard to make out. "Confirming control of Target 1, Status: No casualties, however some of the defenders ran off into the slums."

Ryder was sitting at the table with his hands on the sides of his head, a sharp pain going through his head. He couldn't think so he asked his Aide, who is the same male in her young teens, to get some pills from the medical ward. When his aide returned RYder took the pills and drank a sip of a water from a small flask on the table. The pains were becoming more and more frequent but Ryder was able to shrug them off with a few pills.

"All units pull out. We've been fighting for long enough," Ryder said into his microphone. There was a lot of chatter over teh radio channel as men replied with stern "affirmative" or a light hearted "It's about time."

[Anowa]

Eastern Bank 10:00 PM
Aleks' fatigue had finally caught up to him he found a stable building found a comfortable position and fell asleep, Baby sister cradled in his arms.

Eastern Bank 4:13 AM
Aleks Awoke to a crying Ludmilla, looking down at the small child he pondered
'what is it now sis?' his Question was answered by a quiet rumbling which grew louder and louder 'the hell is that?' he thought, he felt the earth start shaking now the answer sobered him instantly 'Earthquake!'
Bolting out of the room he barely made it outside before he started hearing groans of metal and the crumble of Concrete as he saw a few derelict skyscrapers collapse within the town as he stood in the middle of the street next to a small bungalow and what seemed to be a marijuana dispensary before the collapse the earth calmed after about 3 minutes the rumbling stopped, Aleks let out a sigh of relief 'thank Christ it wasn't any bigger, didn't feel like falling into a crack in the ground.' wandering over to the stoop leading into the bungalow he took off his pack and prepared breakfast to the now calm Ludmilla and himself. 'Next thing you know aliens are gonna show up outta no where, that'll be the day.'

[Vacif]

The Mall
11:00 PM

Claudia Friedman - Jane Doe as the pubic knew her - sighed in relief as her work for the day was done. She picked herself up from her desk and walked out of her office. The halls were a dull white and grey. Her heals clicking and clacking down the halls. Pushing the metal door open, she was met with a dark mall. She slimmed her eyes down to slits as she surveyed the dark space. Several vague shapes dotted the landscape. Before she could think of anything else,. she saw movement, and the faintest of foot steps. She jerked sideways, side arm drawn and faced with an opponent clad in full armor, barrel pressed against his forehead. His rifle barrel pointed right beneath her bosom. The Runner, recognizing just who he was aiming at immediately retracted his rifle and snapped off a salute. "Apologies ma'am, I thought you were one of the trainers!" He cried out. She pulled away the pistol and the lights turned back on, almost blinding the De Facto commander of the Runners. "Officer on station!" Cried out a runner. As if someone said oly oly oxen free, over 50 Runners came flying out of their assorted hiding spots, swinging and climbing their way towards her position, getting in formation and saluting her. They mad assorted markings on their armor, most of them red, while a select few blue. "Training I take it Sergeant?" inquired Claudia, as she said this, a Runner with blue markings flew in behind her. "Yes ma'am. Figured a bit of late night training may help us with our skills in the night." Answered the sergeant. Claudia had simply guessed the sergeant was leading this training session, she couldn't be quite sure, but she didn't give it much mind. She'd be sleeping soon. "Well, carry on gentlemen, I'll be retreating back to my dormitory. If any of you need me, knock." she said. She turned on her heel and marched towards the residence. The sergeant hollering orders at the other runners to get back to positions. The lights switching off behind her as she walked by. She approached the door to her room with a sigh and opened it. She walked in and collapsed into her bed into a deep sleep, still clad in her uniform.