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Discovery of a new land (All techs)

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Congreveopia
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Postby Congreveopia » Wed Oct 01, 2014 6:45 pm

At the Nordic Federation crash site:

“Okay.” said Leighton “It’ll be a minute or two. We only have one vehicle to ferry people between Fortress and the ground, and it has to drop off another group before it can come get us.”

Leighton glanced up at the sky. “Here comes Fortress, by the way.” he said “It’s deploying the Rumblers.”

Fortress flew in, holding a mere thousand feet above the ground. As it flew over, two rectangular shapes fell out of the back of it. Parachutes billowed out of both of them, and they gently drifted down onto the beach. They were eight-wheeled autonomous vehicles, a bit longer than a normal car, but less tall. Each one was divided into a front and rear segment, each with four wheels. The front segment contained sensors and the gun turret, while the back contained batteries and the engine. The two segments were designed to rotate and move to allow the Rumblers to traverse difficult terrain. The turrets on both of the Rumblers had a machine gun and a grenade launcher. They landed on the beach, about 50 meters away and drove over, turrets watching the treeline for movement.

Leighton, Tom, and John noted the arrival, but didn’t display much emotion. Leighton was secretly relieved to have them around. He was a good soldier, but he had nothing on the Rumbler in terms of situational awareness or reaction time. Tom was always a bit scared by the vehicles, worrying that one day they would mistake him as a hostile. Whenever he went into combat with them he secretly carried a backup method for identifying himself as friendly that most troops stopped carrying a couple years ago.

Charles ran straight up to the nearest one.

“Cobra!” he called out happily. “How you doing buddy? Get that camera stalk fixed? Yes you did!” Charles patted the robot’s front bumper and cleaned a bit of dust off some of the sensors on its right side, smiling all the while and talking softly to the robot. It kept its turret watching the forest, but watched Charles with its cameras, and occasionally made happy chirping noises.

“Um…” said Leighton “He’s out drone specialist. He er… is very into his job.”
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"Close air support covereth a multitude of sins." - Maxim 4

Congreveopia is an advanced MT nation, managed by the artificial superintelligence known as "Nexus". It is very active in global affairs, and loves manipulating nations to steer the future of the world.
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Equator Confederation wrote:Congreveopia has spoken. Do it now.
Vancon wrote:Enter Cong, the smartest of our bunch.
The United Remnants of America wrote:Except for Cong, whom I'm now decently sure is a superhuman being we should probably be worshipping.

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Arcanium of Mars
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Postby Arcanium of Mars » Wed Oct 01, 2014 7:42 pm

Alorixia wrote:
Arcanium of Mars wrote:Rescue Group

Sure Shot and her group continued to press on, slowly but surely reaching their destination. She continued to look at the GPS map to help keep track of where they were and pin pointing any points of interests so that they won't end up losing their place. "Just how far away is the crash site? Did they really crash very did into the forest? From the looks of it, site seemed a lot closer then before..." Sure Shot looked up to the sky for a moment and prayed to Celestia that they make it in time.

Just before she was about to very worried a rather familiar voice called out to her from far behind. "HEY! Wait for us!" Sure Shot looked back and saw something that lifted her spirits really high. "Its the Princess! EveryPony halt!" The entire group came to a sudden stop and waited for Cosmic Dust and her group to catch up. Sure Shot gets out of the APC and goes to meet up with the Princess. "Oh your majesty, it is such a relief to see you here. I was beginning to think that everything would just all go down hill."

Cosmic Dust removes her helmet and places hoof on Sure Shot's back. "There is no need to fret my friend. And please, just call me Cosmic Dust. You know that you and the rest of my friends don't have to call me by my title or anything." Sure Shot lets out a sigh of relief and says, "I am guessing that since you are here that you already know what has been going on, so I won't really bother with all the details." The Princess nodded and replied, "That is correct. And we must hurry and find the others before something happens to them."


The group started moving again but this time at a much quicker pace. This time Sure Shot decided to send a Pegasus Scout to fly up and check the area, thinking that enough time has passed for it to be safe enough to send a scout now and then. The Scout returns and states that the crash is just ahead. A few more feet through the forest and they should be able to reach it with no problem. But the ship was surrounded by humans. With this information in mind they pick up the pace some more, not wanting to waste anymore time. And in just mere minutes the first APC breaks through the last bit of small trees and brush in it's path and reaches the Drop Ship.

"Cosmic Dust steps out of the APC, followed by Sure Shot and says, halt humans! Go no further!" Hearing the voice of the Princess, the Pegasus Sergeant inside the cockpit rises up and yells, "Help! Get us out of this thing! I have an injured Private in here!" Sure Shot steps forward and says, "Don't worry! We will get you out as soon as possible!"


The 10 Ares look at the oncoming group. Groaning they resumed battle-defensive positions. Looking at the newcomers with binoculars. W-wait. What the hell are those. Are those, Ponies?. Seamus snickered some, before attempting I control his laughter. It was a real, physical challenge to not laugh at this. "Oh my god, now I've seen everything." He said, trying to stifle his laughter.
OOC: I have nothing against ponies. But I need to create some type of dialogue and or conflict.



OOC: We are not at the shuttle that you are at. I am at the Arcanian Drop ship.
If you wish to learn more about my Nation, then feel free to check out my list of FactBooks at anytime! Be sure to check them all! It will tell you all you need to know. (Mars Belongs to us!)
Empire's Factbook about Arcanium.

I am a Future Tech and a Fantech nation, and will remain as such in any RP. I will not stoop down to anyone's level just because they choose to be play at a lower tech level. If you RP with me, then you must accept that my nation is highly advanced for LOGICAL reasons. Like how it would be impossible for my nation to be on [/color] MARS, or for me to be on Earth if I can't use ships, duh.


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Alorixia
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Postby Alorixia » Wed Oct 01, 2014 7:48 pm

Arcanium of Mars wrote:
Alorixia wrote:
The 10 Ares look at the oncoming group. Groaning they resumed battle-defensive positions. Looking at the newcomers with binoculars. W-wait. What the hell are those. Are those, Ponies?. Seamus snickered some, before attempting I control his laughter. It was a real, physical challenge to not laugh at this. "Oh my god, now I've seen everything." He said, trying to stifle his laughter.
OOC: I have nothing against ponies. But I need to create some type of dialogue and or conflict.



OOC: We are not at the shuttle that you are at. I am at the Arcanian Drop ship.


OOC: Oh no, my moment.
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Exantos
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Postby Exantos » Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:21 am

OOC: Just waiting for Drake Isle to respond to my post. If not I will be forced to attack somebody. Or assist somebody. Or bomb somebody...
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Llamaopia
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Postby Llamaopia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 5:34 am

Arcanium of Mars wrote:Rescue Group
"Cosmic Dust steps out of the APC, followed by Sure Shot and says, halt humans! Go no further!" Hearing the voice of the Princess, the Pegasus Sergeant inside the cockpit rises up and yells, "Help! Get us out of this thing! I have an injured Private in here!" Sure Shot steps forward and says, "Don't worry! We will get you out as soon as possible!"


Sullivan motioned to the other soldiers. They all put down the boxes and toolboxes that they were carrying.

"We have come to render assistance, we mean no harm." Sullivan said.
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Full capacity of 400

Defcon:
1 - Total war
2 - Major involvement in war
3 - Minor involvement in war
4 - Potential for involvement in war
5 - Total peace

+ Llamas have big teeth to rip your F*@#ING throat out
+ Al Packas have fuzzy lips to gently nuzzle you to sleep
+ Llamas will charge after you if they smell food and fear
+ Al Packas amble along like the world is made of gumdrops
+ Llamas are vicious and evil
+ Al Packas are not vicious and evil

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The Greater Nordic Federation
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Postby The Greater Nordic Federation » Thu Oct 02, 2014 7:11 am

Congreveopia wrote:At the Nordic Federation crash site:

“Okay.” said Leighton “It’ll be a minute or two. We only have one vehicle to ferry people between Fortress and the ground, and it has to drop off another group before it can come get us.”

Leighton glanced up at the sky. “Here comes Fortress, by the way.” he said “It’s deploying the Rumblers.”

Fortress flew in, holding a mere thousand feet above the ground. As it flew over, two rectangular shapes fell out of the back of it. Parachutes billowed out of both of them, and they gently drifted down onto the beach. They were eight-wheeled autonomous vehicles, a bit longer than a normal car, but less tall. Each one was divided into a front and rear segment, each with four wheels. The front segment contained sensors and the gun turret, while the back contained batteries and the engine. The two segments were designed to rotate and move to allow the Rumblers to traverse difficult terrain. The turrets on both of the Rumblers had a machine gun and a grenade launcher. They landed on the beach, about 50 meters away and drove over, turrets watching the treeline for movement.

Leighton, Tom, and John noted the arrival, but didn’t display much emotion. Leighton was secretly relieved to have them around. He was a good soldier, but he had nothing on the Rumbler in terms of situational awareness or reaction time. Tom was always a bit scared by the vehicles, worrying that one day they would mistake him as a hostile. Whenever he went into combat with them he secretly carried a backup method for identifying himself as friendly that most troops stopped carrying a couple years ago.

Charles ran straight up to the nearest one.

“Cobra!” he called out happily. “How you doing buddy? Get that camera stalk fixed? Yes you did!” Charles patted the robot’s front bumper and cleaned a bit of dust off some of the sensors on its right side, smiling all the while and talking softly to the robot. It kept its turret watching the forest, but watched Charles with its cameras, and occasionally made happy chirping noises.

“Um…” said Leighton “He’s out drone specialist. He er… is very into his job.”


"the Rover looks like it would be an adorable pet." Susan stepped to the specialist,"Do I have permission to 'pet' it?"

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Congreveopia
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Postby Congreveopia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 8:08 am

The Greater Nordic Federation wrote:"the Rover looks like it would be an adorable pet." Susan stepped to the specialist,"Do I have permission to 'pet' it?"

“Sure.” said Charles “Come on over. This is Cobra, and the one over there is Piranha. They’ve both already got you all identified as friendly.” he walked back around to the front of the vehicle, and began gently stroking the front bumper. “They have contact sensors on the outer hull for detecting debris and such.” he said “Cobra likes it when you stroke her front bumper or rear side plating. Piranha isn’t as friendly, but he loves it when someone pets his front right side plating. As for them making good pets… I don’t know. How big of a dog house do you have? Me think Flitter is a better pet. These guys are more like friends.”
"Close air support covereth a multitude of sins." - Maxim 4

Congreveopia is an advanced MT nation, managed by the artificial superintelligence known as "Nexus". It is very active in global affairs, and loves manipulating nations to steer the future of the world.
Links:
Equator Confederation wrote:Congreveopia has spoken. Do it now.
Vancon wrote:Enter Cong, the smartest of our bunch.
The United Remnants of America wrote:Except for Cong, whom I'm now decently sure is a superhuman being we should probably be worshipping.

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The Greater Nordic Federation
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Postby The Greater Nordic Federation » Thu Oct 02, 2014 8:30 am

Congreveopia wrote:
The Greater Nordic Federation wrote:"the Rover looks like it would be an adorable pet." Susan stepped to the specialist,"Do I have permission to 'pet' it?"

“Sure.” said Charles “Come on over. This is Cobra, and the one over there is Piranha. They’ve both already got you all identified as friendly.” he walked back around to the front of the vehicle, and began gently stroking the front bumper. “They have contact sensors on the outer hull for detecting debris and such.” he said “Cobra likes it when you stroke her front bumper or rear side plating. Piranha isn’t as friendly, but he loves it when someone pets his front right side plating. As for them making good pets… I don’t know. How big of a dog house do you have? Me think Flitter is a better pet. These guys are more like friends.”

Susan pets the front bumper,"I've got a large shed back on Earth, and that has a large hole in the side of it."

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Postby Drake Isle » Thu Oct 02, 2014 8:45 am

Goblins
Southern Island

A large army of goblins came down from the hills towards the air base and looked around. The facial expression they had could be described as being shocked and surprised. The architecture of this place was very strange to them, almost alien. It was like they were from the future. They looked around to see humans, causing them all to freeze before bracing themselves and huddling together to give them a better sense of protection. That will just make them easier targets for a grenade or a rocket but they didn't know that.

Namian Warrior

The Namian Warrior's vision began to fade as the pain began to cause her to fall unconscious. Eventually she stopped screaming and crying and fell unconscious. There was nothing she could do to protect herself from what she thought were demons attempting to kidnap her and possibly torture her.

Up in space above the island

An extremely powerful energy signature was starting to fluctuate around a large area of space before it all began condensing into one spot. A bright flash of energy erupted in the area similar to that of the beacon down on the island and an unidentified object about the size of a pickup truck began flying down to Earth with a flaming trail behind it. The object then slowed down until it gently landed on the ground in the uncharted area of the forest. It was a perfect sphere that appeared to be made of a silver material and had glowing, alien writing written in rings around the sphere. The object sat there, steam rising from it as it cooled off.
Puppet of Novia Soviet Socialist Republic.

A nation that is starting off in the year 10,000 BC.

Current year: 1000 AC
Current National tech level: Fantasy PT (Diesel Punk-Industrial)
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Arcanium of Mars
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Postby Arcanium of Mars » Thu Oct 02, 2014 10:06 am

Cosmic Dust motioned for the engineers to move in quickly and begin repairing any damages to the ship so that it can be functional again, or at least enough to help get it off the ground and on its landing gear so that the cargo bay hatch can be opened. The Princess turned and looked over at the Llamaopians and said, "We do appreciate the offer, but I think it's best to leave it to us for now." The engineers quickly get straight to work mending the damaged areas and removing any broken parts so they can be replaced by new parts and plating. Another group enter the ship through one of the escape hatches to make repairs on the engine room.

The small medical team that had come with Sure Shot also enter the ship to get the injured pilot out and begin treating its wounds immediately. One of the nurses come over to Cosmic Dust and Sure Shot and say, "The patient is badly injured. She has multiple cuts and puncture wounds, probably from glass and debris." Sure Shot looks down and pokes at the ground with a hoof and sighs. Cosmic Dust strokes Sure Shot's mane and says, "Don't worry. It's not your fault. I am sure that who ever done this will soon pay for what they have done." She looks up at the sky and then towards a large cave that leads very deep into a tall mountain located near the site. "In the mean time we should set up a small base camp here. We can use the deep cave for shelter and set up some defenses out side the opening for time being."

EveryPony gets straight to work on turning the cave into a temporary base and starts placing down sand bags and some logs they have gathered to make wall with machine gun nests around the outside of the cave entrance. Two APCs are placed on both sides of the wall while the other two are brought inside.
If you wish to learn more about my Nation, then feel free to check out my list of FactBooks at anytime! Be sure to check them all! It will tell you all you need to know. (Mars Belongs to us!)
Empire's Factbook about Arcanium.

I am a Future Tech and a Fantech nation, and will remain as such in any RP. I will not stoop down to anyone's level just because they choose to be play at a lower tech level. If you RP with me, then you must accept that my nation is highly advanced for LOGICAL reasons. Like how it would be impossible for my nation to be on [/color] MARS, or for me to be on Earth if I can't use ships, duh.


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Postby Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Thu Oct 02, 2014 10:58 am

Base Camp, Namian Shore

Sergeant Johnson stepped out of the jungle onto the beach, the base camp roughly 100 feet away. He helped Ryan out of the jungle as Pvt. Smith came out, carrying the unconscious warrior. "Hey, we need some medical help over here!" Johnson yelled towards the base camp. 2 Combat medics and 2 medical doctors came running towards the group, carrying two stretchers and 4 medical kits. They put Ryan and the warrior on the stretchers and took them back to base camp, with Smith and Johnson following.

"Scalpel." Dr. Schmidt said to the nurse, who handed him a scalpel. He was in the midst of surgery on the unconscious warrior, who had been struck by shrapnel. "Forceps." The nurse handed him the forceps, and he extracted the shrapnel. "Swab." The nurse handed him a cotton swab, and he wiped the incisions he had made clean. "Bandages." The nurse handed him the Ace Bandages, which he tightly wrapped around the warrior's lower torso. When Dr. Schmidt had finished applying the bandages, he stood up and pulled his surgical mask down. While the tent he had converted into an operating theater was by no means sterile, it would protect the warrior from many viruses. Dr. Schmidt smiled at his work, and sat in a chair, waiting for the native to come to.
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Postby Arvenia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:01 am

Eastern Ocean

The Arvenian government sends 280,000 units, including mechas and spaceships, to the new lands. This is meant for colonization and exploration.

OOC: Why I put the mechas is because this RP allows all techs!
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Arcanium of Mars
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Postby Arcanium of Mars » Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:04 am

Arvenia wrote:Eastern Ocean

The Arvenian government sends 280,000 units, including mechas and spaceships, to the new lands. This is meant for colonization and exploration.

OOC: Why I put the mechas is because this RP allows all techs!


OOC: Yes all Tech is allowed, but I think that having mechs on such a small island is a bit to much. Everyone on the island is obviously focusing on use of infantry on the island. Mechs... That sounds like it would do more harm to the island then good. We are trying to deal minimum or NO damage to the island. Not send something that would blow it to bits and make the island useless for any kind of colonization... And I think one liner intros are not allowed either, as stated by the OP. At least three sentences is required.

And it was stated to keep the number of people on the island somewhat small. Sending 280,000 people and then large mechs sounds like something a conqueror would do to ensure quick destruction of everything, not colonization. I think the whole idea of a first encounter is to first see if the island is actually worth colonizing, and check to see if there are other nations on the island who may seek the same goal or just merely wish to explore its secrets and then try to leave it untouched.
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If you wish to learn more about my Nation, then feel free to check out my list of FactBooks at anytime! Be sure to check them all! It will tell you all you need to know. (Mars Belongs to us!)
Empire's Factbook about Arcanium.

I am a Future Tech and a Fantech nation, and will remain as such in any RP. I will not stoop down to anyone's level just because they choose to be play at a lower tech level. If you RP with me, then you must accept that my nation is highly advanced for LOGICAL reasons. Like how it would be impossible for my nation to be on [/color] MARS, or for me to be on Earth if I can't use ships, duh.


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Alorixia
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Postby Alorixia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:23 am

Arcanium of Mars wrote:
Arvenia wrote:Eastern Ocean

The Arvenian government sends 280,000 units, including mechas and spaceships, to the new lands. This is meant for colonization and exploration.

OOC: Why I put the mechas is because this RP allows all techs!


OOC: Yes all Tech is allowed, but I think that having mechs on such a small island is a bit to much. Everyone on the island is obviously focusing on use of infantry on the island. Mechs... That sounds like it would do more harm to the island then good. We are trying to deal minimum or NO damage to the island. Not send something that would blow it to bits and make the island useless for any kind of colonization... And I think one liner intros are not allowed either, as stated by the OP. At least three sentences is required.

And it was stated to keep the number of people on the island somewhat small. Sending 280,000 people and then large mechs sounds like something a conqueror would do to ensure quick destruction of everything, not colonization. I think the whole idea of a first encounter is to first see if the island is actually worth colonizing, and check to see if there are other nations on the island who may seek the same goal or just merely wish to explore its secrets and then try to leave it untouched.


OOC: Fair warning. Arvenia is a godmodder. He really doesn't follow the rules of logic. So no use trying to argue with him and his warped logic. By the way Arvenia. Maximum troop capacity here is 500.
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Postby Exantos » Thu Oct 02, 2014 12:18 pm

OOC:Aloxia just wanted to state that I'm pretty sure the max troop cap is more then 500 I'm pretty sure it's around 1-5 thousand as people have battleships and stuff. As I said although I have a fleet that will not participate in this RP, but will provide support for my troops on the ground.
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Postby Alorixia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 12:26 pm

Exantos wrote:OOC:Aloxia just wanted to state that I'm pretty sure the max troop cap is more then 500 I'm pretty sure it's around 1-5 thousand as people have battleships and stuff. As I said although I have a fleet that will not participate in this RP, but will provide support for my troops on the ground.


OOC: No, it's 500. I asked Drake what it was a few days ago and he told me. Sorry if I sound condescending or cocky, just sayin.
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Postby Alorixia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 12:29 pm

OOC:Here's evidence for maximum troop capacity :0 Image
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Congreveopia
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Postby Congreveopia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 12:47 pm

Cobra chirped happily as Susan petted its front bumper.

“She deserves better accommodation than a shed.” said Charles “Would you leave a friend of yours in a shed with a large hole in it?”

“Oh look.” said Leighton “Here comes Eagle, now stop petting the death machines you two.”

Eagle landed on the beach nearby, engines roaring. The rear ramp opened and Leighton ran over. He grabbed headsets for the astronauts and handed them out.

“It gets a bit noisy in there.” he said “These will deal with the noise and let you talk to each other. Ready to go?”

John and Thomas climbed aboard, sat down, and strapped in. Charles have Cobra a last pat and ran followed them. Leighton waited for the astronauts to climb in.
"Close air support covereth a multitude of sins." - Maxim 4

Congreveopia is an advanced MT nation, managed by the artificial superintelligence known as "Nexus". It is very active in global affairs, and loves manipulating nations to steer the future of the world.
Links:
Equator Confederation wrote:Congreveopia has spoken. Do it now.
Vancon wrote:Enter Cong, the smartest of our bunch.
The United Remnants of America wrote:Except for Cong, whom I'm now decently sure is a superhuman being we should probably be worshipping.

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Postby Drake Isle » Thu Oct 02, 2014 1:25 pm

P'jito Elders

The chief shook his head "We wish to let nature take it's course. The Namian and the Bavili will fall in due time. Their ignorant beliefs will more than likely result in their downfall" After that, an Elder spoke up "This politician. You should bring him. If all these strangers are arriving then it is best to understand his ideals" The Elder smiled and looked at the other Elders who simply nodded in agreement before awaiting for the politicians arrival.

Namian Warrior

The warrior began to stir in her sleep before jumping up and taking a gasp. She grasped the area where she was hurt and moaned in pain before noticing there was cloth wrapped around her abdomen. She looked around panicked to see she was in a foreign place causing her to fall off the bed she was on and look around to see if she could find a weapon to defend herself.

Space Sphere Crash Site

The sphere finished cooling off and a hole began opening up in the sphere near the ground. Out of the sphere came a 6'4 tall humanoid wearing a bizarre looking alien power armor and a strange mask. The eyes of the mask were glowing bright green and there appeared to be strange alien markings on the armor. The alien looked around the area "Adath nor grun kri mas" The alien said in a radio distorted voice "Lak na: Earth" A computerized voice said back to him before the alien sighed and spoke once again "Earth. The prison of horrors" The alien muttered to himself, this time in fluent English.

The alien began making his way through the woodland. He had a beacon to find.
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Current year: 1000 AC
Current National tech level: Fantasy PT (Diesel Punk-Industrial)
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Postby The Underground Movement Union » Thu Oct 02, 2014 1:47 pm

The warrant officer nodded. "Alright. I'll have him over here in approximately an hour." He said. He walked outside, turned on his radio, and spoke into it, "Alpha, do you copy? This is Warrant.Officer Anderson. I need you to bring Wallace down here. There's someone who wishes to speak with him."
About 30 minutes went by before 2 Rangers and the politican arrived. He motioned for Wallace to follow him inside. He looked around at all the natives. Anderson spoke, "This is the Politican I was talking about. His name is Gregory Wallace." Wallace spoke to the natives "Did you need something?" He said politely.

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Postby Alorixia » Thu Oct 02, 2014 2:00 pm

Drake Isle wrote:Space Sphere Crash Site

The sphere finished cooling off and a hole began opening up in the sphere near the ground. Out of the sphere came a 6'4 tall humanoid wearing a bizarre looking alien power armor and a strange mask. The eyes of the mask were glowing bright green and there appeared to be strange alien markings on the armor. The alien looked around the area "Adath nor grun kri mas" The alien said in a radio distorted voice "Lak na: Earth" A computerized voice said back to him before the alien sighed and spoke once again "Earth. The prison of horrors" The alien muttered to himself, this time in fluent English.

The alien began making his way through the woodland. He had a beacon to find.


"Team Zeta, there has been a landing close to you. Check it out." Vincent commander through their communicators. Tobias, the squad leader responded with a simple."Roger That." Before heading in the direction of the landing.
Upon their arrival they were, surprised to see the spherical ship just..floating there.
"Commander, seems to be an alien craft here. We're gonna take a closer look."
The Team approached the ship cautiously, noting the footprints heading away from the ship and deeper into the forest. As well as the unreadable alien writing on the sphere."What the hell. Whoever, or whatever was in it seems to have taken off. Can't be a good sign. If there's another advanced race on this island, we should make sure. Just in case though.." Tobias contacted Vincent. "Commander, sir, do we have permission to use energy based weapons from here I out? There seems to be another alien presence here on the island."
It took a few minutes for Vincent to answer.
"I'm gonna contact our superiors back on the Titus. See if we can get permission and some Paladin reinforcements. Whatever you found there, try to isolate it." He said.
"Roger that. Alright, five of you follow me. We're gonna track this thing down. The rest of you stay here and gaurd it's craft. If we don't find it, it's bound to come back eventually. Contact us as soon as your sure it's arrived. Now let's move." With that, Tobias and 5 other Zeta Team members followed the footprints of the alien creature deeper into the woodland. Tracking it down.
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Postby Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Thu Oct 02, 2014 9:14 pm

Drake Isle wrote:Namian Warrior

The warrior began to stir in her sleep before jumping up and taking a gasp. She grasped the area where she was hurt and moaned in pain before noticing there was cloth wrapped around her abdomen. She looked around panicked to see she was in a foreign place causing her to fall off the bed she was on and look around to see if she could find a weapon to defend herself.

Base Camp, Namian Shore
Dr. Schmidt jumped out of the folding chair, and said rather loudly, "She's awake!" A soldier quickly ran into the tent, fists clenched. "Stop right there, private, go get the linguist," Schmidt said, waving the private away, who saluted and ran to get Dr. Emma Brown, the team's linguist. As Dr. Brown ran in, Schmidt said, "Can you understand me, madame?" to the native.
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Postby Naval Monte » Fri Oct 03, 2014 11:31 am

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Postby Arcanium of Mars » Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:00 pm

Camp Site

The Ponies were still hard at work building up their camp site and defenses while the Engineers were still repairing the ship. Sure Shot came out of the cave where they were setting everything up to check on the progress outside with Cosmic Dust right beside her. One of the Engineers walked over to them and said, "It appears that the ship has taken on a bit more damage then we expected. The weapons that were used against must have either been very strong, or the ship was just hit to many times. All counter measures had been launched at once, which means the attackers must have fired a lot of missiles at it."

Sure Shot looked over at the ship for a moment and then looks back the Engineer. "So what are you saying? It will be impossible to repair it?" The Engineer shook his head and replied, "No, it is possible to repair it. But I am afraid we just don't have the spare parts. Calling for another Drop Ship to deliver them would be to risky however..." Cosmic Dust thought for a moment and then said, "I know the best solution to this! All we need is to build ourselves an Warp Gate. Each ship has its on Warp Gate for quick teleportation down to the planet as well as a way back to Mars."

Cosmic Dust walks into the cave and points towards a nice empty spot in the very back. "There. We can build one in here. The Gate will allow us to travel back and forth at will and it will be a much safer method of travel without attracting to much attention." Sure Shot ran to one of supply stashes and searches through it until she found the parts need to make a Warp Gate. "I figured something like this would happen, so I had these brought along with us for such an occasion."

Just before they could get started the sound of heavy metal hoof steps could be heard at the cave entrance. EveryPony turned to see who it was. It was Light Bearer and the four Knights. They had returned from their successful yet unsuccessful trip. "We found the source of the light. But, when we got their, we found that someone else had managed to take control over it before we could even have chance to find out its secrets." Light Bearer looked over to see a large stack of parts for a Warp Gate. "I am guessing you plan to build a Warp Gate?" The Princess nodded and said, "Yes, I feel that this may help us travel back and forth at will since we may not be able to get another Drop Ship down here without being spotted."

Light Bearer nodded and said, "Yes such a mode of transportation may just give us the advantage we need. So long as no one else tries to get here."
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Postby The Greater Nordic Federation » Fri Oct 03, 2014 12:21 pm

Congreveopia wrote:Cobra chirped happily as Susan petted its front bumper.

“She deserves better accommodation than a shed.” said Charles “Would you leave a friend of yours in a shed with a large hole in it?”

“Oh look.” said Leighton “Here comes Eagle, now stop petting the death machines you two.”

Eagle landed on the beach nearby, engines roaring. The rear ramp opened and Leighton ran over. He grabbed headsets for the astronauts and handed them out.

“It gets a bit noisy in there.” he said “These will deal with the noise and let you talk to each other. Ready to go?”

John and Thomas climbed aboard, sat down, and strapped in. Charles have Cobra a last pat and ran followed them. Leighton waited for the astronauts to climb in.


"Yes we are!" The four went into the 'Eagle'.

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