District 19 (FT Closed

[District 19 (Ancient)]

Victory Square
District 9

The sun was setting. Its brilliant rays of light seeping through the many ruins. It was a beautiful sight. It meant another day the human race was still living. It also meant the another thing. Reavers, the result of a drug almost always assaulted after sun rise.

The Reavers were butt ugly. They wore the body parts of their victims around their neck. They painted their faces in blood. Their clothes were tattered and they had, or at least to nobodies knowledge a language. They used anything their could get their hands on including guns,axes,explosives, and crudely built vehicles. They enjoyed torturing their victims. Some were Raped until death. Others were skinned alive. It was always better to commit suicide then to be captured. Those who somehow managed to escape from bondage usually became Reavers them selves.

Captain Marco had been a doctor, but after the event that changed. Now he led a group of men into the heart of Reaver territory to report their movements. He and his squad were perched in building which gave them a commanding view of the square. "Movement to the east." Said a corporal. They wore active camouflaging suits which gave them an advantage over the Reavers. "Roger." Replied Marco. He had his scope zeroed in on the Reaver, which was eating some flesh. "Take it out James." Commanded Marco. "Rodger sir." James was n w, and was eager for action. James shot and the Reaver's head seemed to blow up. "Nice shot kid." Said Marco. A tradition had been created by the survivors. Killing your first Reaver signified your coming to age. Most never survived their first day in battle.

Electric Plant A
District 19

Bullets whizzed over Darko's head. He took cover behind the makeshift wall. The power plant was important to the survivors. It provided a large percentage of their power. The Reavers attacked in overwhelming force each and every day. It was Darko's job to make sure they didn't. It lied on the outer parts of the city. "Return fire, drive them back to the city." Yelled Darko. A Reaver made a mad charge at Darko. It wielded a large hatchet. As it leapt at him Darko blasted it with his shot gun. It flew back and curled up into the Fetal position. Giving off a low whimper. And to think these were once humans. Thought Darko.

The situation for the survivors was dark. They had managed to retake some of the city but most lied in Reaver hands. Territory gained was measured in yards. The Reavers just had overwhelming numbers. But the survivors had come up with a plan. One that could change the course of the war forever.

[New Robotalica]

The DCS Vestige
En Route to the Drakon System


SAIDE stood Stifly on her High Platform in the Vestige. Today was Training Day. Of Course, They were not Training Drones. Drones were Build Killing Machines. They were Training their "Pets". These "Pets" had another Name. Necromorphs. The Necromorphs are the reanimated corpses of the dead, revived and reshaped into horrific new forms by a recombinant extraterrestrial infection. These creatures are extremely aggressive, and will attack any uninfected organism on sight. The sole purpose of almost all Necromorphs is to create more bodies to infect and spread the infection, Somthing SAIDE found on a Cute Ship found Orbiting a Planet.

Once infected, the transformation of a dead body into a Necromorph is extremely quick, typically happening in a matter of seconds. This transformation is extremely gruesome and disturbing for observers. The body of the Necromorph host is forced into new twisted shapes to fit the function of the newly spawned creature.

SAIDE was heading to what seemed to be an Uninhabited Planet to Give them Some Terrain Training. Because Drones were not Organic, they Did not attack them, Infact, they were relativly Obediant to them. So Each Necromorph was to be Released Freely on the Land, with Tracking Collars so Picking them up wherever they were would be Easy.

This entire Process Takes about 1 Year, So they had a Small Group of Elite "Overwatchers", including SAIDE herself and her closest Assistant, VIA. the Group of Her, VIA and some drones would use the tools and materials they had to set up a quick fortified base with some minor entrenchment and weapons incase some of the necromorphs were less than obediant.

As they Exited the White Bubble that had carried them from cassius major in seconds, the massive ship slowed.

On the Bridge, an alam went off, signaling the Necromorph Drop ship was loaded, and that there was their own smaller carrier awaiting to bring them down onto the world.

As SAIDE and VIA, along with 5 Drones, Filed out of the Room, Onto the Tram, and soon Zipped Down to Hangar E, as they Boarded the Ship, and they Took off for the Planet...

[Frenequesta]

"Hey, I found the pilot's hat!"

Carlene Pridmore seemed to be the only Frenequestan crawling out of the wreckage of the d'Artis 150B to not be distressed at their predicament. The plastic surgeon from Denniston didn't care, or otherwise didn't know, that a ten-centimeter wide gash now graced her left side, and that her coat was nearly torn in two.

"Hey, you're bleeding," said another behind her.

"What are you talking about?" she turned around to find a wrinkled, gray-haired man with a wide, flat nose, squinting eyes, and looking down, waiting for a reply. "You'd better get out of the cockpit before you accidentally step on a bolt, the safety features really malfunctioned here."

A short, black-haired woman in a business suit covered in dirt and blood kicked open the door of the craft. She looked around. "Hey guys, I think we traveled back in time."

The area was desolate-- tall towers once gleaming through the sky now shed their steel beams, a monorail system rusted in the parched air, probably from the water pipes tangled around it. "Are we in New Sedalia?" asked another with bat ears and a nose grafted to their person.

"Nah, I don't recognize the architecture," said another, peeking her blonde-haired head outside a broken window.

"What's this? We've landed in New Sedalia?" called out an anthro fox in a surprisingly clean white coat and red shirt and tie, having finally come out of the spacecraft lavatory. He looked up at the wreckage. "Nah, I haven't seen buildings like these."

"Well, only one way to find out-- let's see if we can find any street signs that we recognize--" said the bat-eared man, making his way to the exit.

"I wouldn't do that quite just yet." said the short black-haired woman, halting him. "The area looks quite dangerous even if it is New Sedalia. We got to make sure that we find everyone still alive, and see if we can't contact d'Artis back home. In fact..." and she blew a whistle, perking up all who could still hear in the plane. "Everyone gather in the first class section!" In little time, eight passengers were gathered around the black-haired woman, all confused and worried. "Good. Now, I know you all are a bit dirty and a bit scared, but we really have to get through this together-- after all, we all want to survive, do we, and at the looks of the area beyond us I don't think any of us would be out there alone. Now, who do we have here?"

The young plastic surgeon spoke up. "Carlene Pridhome, ma'am."

The old man came next. "Foster Chang."

"Lance Zoller," said a red-haired bearded man with only half his purple tie left, limping and barely crawling from behind a seat crushing a corpse.

"Duncan Brash," replied the anthro fox.

"Uh, Marlen Loupe," said the bat-eared man.

"Indri Wallace," said another.

"Faustino Guterrez,"

"Jessie Tilford," said another, writhing with her broken arm.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Pearl Rue, a patent counselor to the Metaforms Collective." The plastic surgeon seemed to give a mean stare at her, but Rue didn't notice. "Alright then, Marlen and Duncan you go through the wreckage and see if you can find anyone else, while... Faustino and Foster, go and see if there are any provisions intact, and... uh... who here knows anything about telecom?"

"I'm... studying wireless communications at Neue Bayreuth State," said Indri timidly.

"It'll have to do. Now go and see if any of the communication devices on the cockpit still works-- and look for the black box while you are at it. The rest of you-- do whatever you can to tend to Carlene, Lance, and Jessie, would you? They look hurt." The others nodded. Duncan then noticed a white box on the wall beside him. "Oh, there's a first aid kit right here, just be sure not to abuse the bandages," he chuckled before going off with Marlen.

[New Robotalica]

As the Ships Entered the Atmosphere, gleaming bright lights could be seen all Above the City. In Orbit, the 45 km Vestige Slowy Turned and in an Instance Dissapered, as the Burst of wind would be felt Slightly as the Lights came closer to the Ground.

SAIDE observed the Ruined Buildings. This planet Certainly was not unhinhabited. Non the Less, if there was Anything she could not Crush, THEN would they call in the Vestige to Purge the Land with Fire from above. In the Drop ship, the Necromorphs were being held on Leashes of Energy, them being slightly restless, their gurgled moans and screams signaled the tiny bit of pain that they felt in retaining the very tiniest bit of sanity that was surrounded by predatorial Pack-Like Behavior that made them savage creatures making them so lethal. The Ships began to Draw closer to the Ground. Buildings that were Extremely unstable would collapse from the Air-Pulses generated by the Drop Ships massive Engines

VIA himself was also noting the strange presence of buildings.

"I thought this system was un-inhabited?" He said to SAIDE in a confused tone.

"Yes, I could have sworn there were no signatures og life here. Of course this should not deter standard procedure and operation from going through." She reassured.

"Indeed, even if there are life forms in the presence here, they will hopefully be intelligent enough to stay away from, or better, sacrafice themselves to our subjects. The more we have, the More we will be training at a time." He said optimisticly.

"We should hope so" SAIDE returned, as the ship shook from atmospheric entrance.

[District 19 (Ancient)]

OutSkirts of D-19
Near Frenequestan Crash Site

A small squad of Ghosts slowly approached the Frenequestan wreckage. Their active camo suits allowed them to remain almost entirely invisible well they studied the survivors. "Who or should I say what are they?" Asked one of the Ghosts. "They seem Human but they look different." Observed one. "Should we approach them?" Asked one of them. "No not yet." Replied the commanding officer. "Lets just wait and see what they do, and protect them from Reavers." Said the commander. The sky was a dark grey with a cold wind. Luckily the crash was on the outskirts of the city. Where the Reavers didn't fully control the area. From the wreckage one could see the tall, massive sky line of District 19.

D-19
The DCS Vestige LZ

A small group of Reavers watched the new comers. They remained silent, watching and observing those strange beings. They didn't know who they were but the Reavers would know soon.

[New Robotalica]

(The DCS Vestige [Drone Capital Ship] is a Massive Starship that just left the System, the Ship they are in is just two Drop ships, different Varients)
As the Ships Slowed to the ground, the large Drop Ship,slowly Crushed down on a Car, until it was not Even Visable. As its Large Bay door Opened, the Smaller Ship, landed, and Soon The Group Filed out in Perfect Order. The Glorious Drone Insignia Gleamining even in the Darkness of the Area. Soon, the Screams and Gurgles could be Heard as they Brought out the Necromorphs. They Sniffed the Air with what little Remnants they had of a Nose, As soon the Support Drones Came out and Began Clearing room for the Base they would Stay in for the Year. The Necromorphs knew someone Else was there, as they began to go into an Animalistic Rage, however they were soon sustained by a Thurough shock to the Head.

SAIDE looked around at the Ruins.

"Hm. Whatever occured here, It doesnt seem to be the cause of a War." She deduced, as VIA looked over at her as a Large Drone Loader brought out a Crate Full of Materials

[West Guiana]

Heather McDaniel was returning home from a hunting trip to EX-199 or "The Swamp" a small planet infested with nasty but intelligent

that look like beavers of her world(Earth19) for they are hunted solely for their silky hair, in her room looking out of the window, "Dear Journal, I'm still a months voyage away from home and I'm passing this dusty looking planet...." She is very rudely interrupted when her ships alarm went off. "Damn this ship," gets up and runs to the front, "No, no, no..not again piece of shit need to get a new one, *sigh* not again supposed to get 30 million miles on one canister! I'll see if that old looking planet has a dark energy store." Turns the ship towards the planet minutes latter her ISP told her the city she was nearing was called District 19, "Thank god!" But as she neared the city is looked like trash, like a war happened there, she couldn't turn around she nearly out of energy and must land, she lands near what it looks like a recently new crash site looking out side through the window, "What is this place, looks like New Gemsbrook after the First Space Wars in 2345." She doesn't know whether the air is breathable but takes her hour-7 air tanks with her just in-case, since un-like those newer models hers didn't have a testing system that told her whether she could breath the air, if any.

[Frenequesta]

Duncan and Marlen carefully lifted the steel and luggage from the seats besides them, some smoldering, others turning to ash as soon as they touched them. For the first few searches, they saw little but broken necks, sliced legs and torsos, and blood seeping into whatever was left of the carpet. Then Marlen noticed the wind move through his ears.

"Hear that?"

"Sounds like a F sharp and a C sharp followed by a B flat and G sharp," replied Duncan.

Marlen merely winced. "What?"

Duncan blushed a little. "Oh, right, someone breathing. But those were the notes they most sounded like."

"You a symphonist or something?"

"No, I'm a microbiologist who plays piano in my spare time." and the two turned right and lifted up a sheet of steel covering a thirty-something man, slightly heavyset, his face scarred on both sides. The man turned to the two, breathing heavily. "Thank... God... you're here."

"Not at all, are you okay?" asked Duncan.

"My right arm..."

"Broken?" The man nodded.

"No problem, we'll get you treatment soon enough. Can you stand?" The man lifted himself by his left arm, his right arm weakened from the broken bone. Marlen, put your arms in a cross and join with me," he said, extending his arms with his wrists crossed. Marlen did the same and joined his hand. "Good, now, you sir?" he said to the man.

"Westmore Cunningham, sir"

"Alright, Westmore, put your booty on our cross, would you? Just throw your left arm over Marlen here and we'll lift you?"

"You're a lifesaver, sir."

"We all are trying to survive here. Call me Duncan." And the two slowly moved towards the first class space with Westmore on their hands. Another voice called out.

"Help!" Marlen turned around. It was a woman struggling to breathe, but her right foot seemed to be right stuck over an impossible pile to lift, not to mention their hands were full already.

"Who was that?"

"Over..." the girl, in a chair with its back at a 180 degree angle to the seat, turned in anticipation.

"We'll get to you soon enough, miss," and the two departed for the first class cabin.

---

"Hmm... the wiring seems to be intact and the screen's on, but we're not getting a reception," said Indri, examining the control panel of the cockpit. She looked around for the wireless receptor on the plane. Not finding it, she realized it was an old model, and that the receptor would be on the outside. Lifting herself on top on one of the pilot's chairs, shoving away the pilot's corpse, she crawled above the open roof of the cockpit, and tried to find the tan boxes on the side. That's when a seemingly bubble-like form move around a few meters beyond the craft. "What was that?" she exclaimed, uncertain that she herself believed that she even saw anything moving.

[West Guiana]

Heather landed about 50 yards away from a smoldering crash site, upon walking outside she was relieved to find that the air was similar to other planets she's been to, she cautiously walks towards the smoldering wreckage she calls out, "Hello are you all right." She stood silently to wait a reply if any, she grabbed a hold of her LM-18 just in case who ever it was violent. The wind was sharp and dusty, as she waited she couldn't help to imagine what was once a beautiful city laid to waste could have every caused it.

[Nitom]

Falcon 3-15
Building 9-3-1, Hotel 50-6-5, D19
11:23 AM

Kegan, John, and Clayton jumped out of the Falcon and began to head down to the front of the building for the M30BSIFV. "Alright, you know the mission. We are to get to the capital building and take all the info that we can and leave." Kegan said as he pulled out his Type 31 Assault Rifle. "If we complete that we are to search for any scientist and people of interest that may have knoledge of what we are looking for." He continued as he programed the Falcon's security systems through his suits HUD. John pulled out his Mark 205 Katana Semi-Automatic Shotgun and then Clayton pulled out his Mark 60 Battle Rifle. "Clayton, save the Type 200 Light Machine Gun and John keep that Type 55 Marksman Rifle ready for long range combat." Kegan said as he started to run acroos the hallway to the elevator. Once he got to the elevator he pulled out his Multipurpose Interface Computers and began to power up the systems. "Lobby." Kegan said as he watched the elevator doors close. "Make a quick run for the M30 once the doors open." Kegan said as he got his assult rifle out. Soon the doors opened and they ran for the M30 shooting at the Reavers. As soon as they got in the M30 the engines started up and they took off down the road smashing everything out of the way.

[Frenequesta]

Heather landed about 50 yards away from a smoldering crash site, upon walking outside she was relieved to find that the air was similar to other planets she's been to, she cautiously walks towards the smoldering wreckage she calls out, "Hello are you all right." She stood silently to wait a reply if any, she grabbed a hold of her LM-18 just in case who ever it was violent. The wind was sharp and dusty, as she waited she couldn't help to imagine what was once a beautiful city laid to waste could have every caused it.

"Who was that?" said Rue turning around quickly, her back tilted and recoiled in apprehension. She nudged Faustino, whispering with her teeth clenched "She's got a gun. Go find something just in case." Faustino nodded, and opened a couple of doors in the steward's quarters. "Let's see... cherry boutierre, Tromson Cola..."

Realizing the woman didn't shoot yet, she gingerly stepped off the craft, and walked to the woman with the strange band across her eyes. "Sorry about that, you scared me there. Pray, are you from around here?"

[District 19 (Ancient)]

Crash Site


The Ghosts decided to make contact with the strangers. They De-cloaked and cautiously walked to the crash site. "Who are you?" Asked the commander. The other ghosts were behind him weapons ready incase they were hostile. "You guys don't look like your from here." Said one of them noticing their strange clothes.

Downtown D-19


One Ghost was stationed in a large office building. He was using his scope to spot any large movements of Reavers that may be heading to attack the Safe Zone where all the survivors lived. He then noticed a strange vehicle heading away from the capitol building. "Papa Bear this is flash, over." He said over his communicator. "We read you Flash, over." Replied HQ. "We have a situation. A strange group of people have appeared downtown. I don't recognize any of them." Stated the Ghost. "Follow them. Figure out their intentions." Commanded HQ. "Rodger that." Replied the ghost. Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

[West Guiana]

"Who was that?" said Rue turning around quickly, her back tilted and recoiled in apprehension. She nudged Faustino, whispering with her teeth clenched "She's got a gun. Go find something just in case." Faustino nodded, and opened a couple of doors in the steward's quarters. "Let's see... cherry boutierre, Tromson Cola..."

Realizing the woman didn't shoot yet, she gingerly stepped off the craft, and walked to the woman with the strange band across her eyes. "Sorry about that, you scared me there. Pray, are you from around here?"

Heather looked at the women, Heather removed her sun-glasses, "No..I'm not from here I was on my way home when I ran out of energy I live on a isolated planet Earth19 home to the nation of West Guiana, are you all ok if you need anything you can use my ship to rest in, it has food and several beds, I can't go anywhere no energy left."

[Frenequesta]

Crash Site


The Ghosts decided to make contact with the strangers. They De-cloaked and cautiously walked to the crash site. "Who are you?" Asked the commander. The other ghosts were behind him weapons ready incase they were hostile. "You guys don't look like your from here." Said one of them noticing their strange clothes.

"We're not," said Pridhome, apparently not surprised that of all the places they could have ended up they happened to land in one where the sapients also spoke English. "I'm Carlene Pridhome, and-- did you just appear out of thin air?"

Heather looked at the women, Heather removed her sun-glasses, "No..I'm not from here I was on my way home when I ran out of energy I live on a isolated planet Earth19 home to the nation of West Guiana, are you all ok if you need anything you can use my ship to rest in, it has food and several beds, I can't go anywhere no energy left."

"Well, that's very nice of you, I'm sure that we'd need a safer place to stay while Pridhome works the communicat--" she turned around. "Carlene--" and she turned back. "Anyways, that'd be great, especially since we've got several rather bloodied up from this. It was a nasty flux through the quantum magnification dimensions, I'm surprised we're still breathing."

[Nitom]

The M30B continued through the city smashing all the reavers that got in the way. "Road block!" Kegan yelled from the drivers seat of the M30. "Rodger that, Clayton, fire 3 HFHBS's at it." John yelled into the back to Clayton who was sitting in his bed on the M30. He then got up and went to work with the turrets controls. "Rodger that, fireing for effect." Clayton said as he launched 3 large shells at the road block. Soon the whole road block was gone in a blaze of fire and smoke. "Close one, eh?" John said as he laughed. "Just like old times." Kegan said smiling at John and Clayton.

[New Robotalica]

SAIDE walked by her Beloved Pets. Being they were her more advanced of the Animalistic Virulent Infected Beings, she showed more mothery love, in a sense of what an AI with little Emotions at all can manage.

"Alright, scout out the Area with some Cysts" VIA said, reffering to floating Scanning Drones with Infared sensory Arrays, as Two Drones headed ino the Drop ship, after some ime about 5 odd, squarish looking Floating Robots which seemed to get Thinner and sharper towards the point where they had a Curved point which seemed to be somthing of a Weapon incase Hostility occured, which it was, t the End was a Light Particle beam able to Cut a Cinder block to peices in seconds. As they made Sharp Buzzing noises, the drones uplinked some sort of wiring. SAIDE pursed her lips, looking around, she swore she Saw somthing move out there. Her Sensors indicated Prime Breathable Air conditions, sustainable sums of Oxygen, but clearly faint amounts of Alien Particles, deformed. While they could be from her Pets, some seemed less volatile, but not normal as to anything in her archives. Somthing Alien even to Her. An unknown Mutagenic Particle. Because her Necromorphs Infective Cell were more powerful, the Mutagen in these Particles could not effect them, but they did seem Irritated, twitching, and clawing at the Sockets where the Hosts Eyes once were.

She zero'd in on one, as her hand Dissasembled into billions of Energy particles as she Snatched it and began Scanning it.
"VIA, have you noticed these odd Cell Particles? I suspect they are what are making "Them" all riled up" She said, referring to the Group of Living Corpses.

"I agree, very odd. They aren't of normal Necromorphian Cellular structure. Unless they are Evolving, which is Highly Unlikely, theres some other Substance of Bacteria in the Vacinity." He said, as SAIDE looked intently at the Cell Particle. Drones were Already Tossing aside Debris and Digging up the Shattered Asphault and Concrete that dominated the landscape, causing a ruckus. No Flora was detected around, signaling whatever was in the air infected and probably killed Vegetation or Deformed it to where it died. Possibly what they were seeing was what was left of whatever Event took here. There were Pandemic signs that were numericly found all over, some rotting news paper that showed events such as body burning and
gas-mask dispencing. Obvious signs of an Epidemic that Ravaged the City, the massive amount of Abandoned, corroding vehicles suggested mass panic and Attempt to leave the City in a foolish clogging of the streets. She knew there was some life out there, however, and whatever it was would probably be overridden by her Necromorphs Superior Recombatant Cells. If not, she herself would Destroy them.

[The FTR]

The huge colonization ship was going to a far away planet, but something went wrong and it crashed deep in Reaver territory, on the other side of the planet. A group of two dozen soldiers are sent to investigate. All of it is the FTR.

The captain was at the helm when he heard a distress signal from the nearby planet known as District 19. He didn't know too much about it, but he was a week ahead of schedule, and had a month's worth of extra supplies. He flew around the atmosphere (Any characters looking at the sky notice), then notices the largest dock, and goes that way. It is in the center of deeply infested reaper territory. On the opposite side of the planet where any survivors are.