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 Post subject: Aug 19 2020 - Mass Murder Kills Million...(Roleplay)
PostPosted: December 2nd, 2006, 1:52 pm 
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This is a futuristic RP (role play) Me and Karl 67 are creating. You can join, of course, but you must follow these rules.
    No foul language (with the exception of Hell)
    Your own characters are allowed...just as long as they are realistic future-wise.
    No Spamming or Flaming, at all.
    If you don't feel like posting, don't.
    And, have fun!


Use the term "OOC:" to talk "Out Of Character", only do this when you want to comment on someone's addition, or add something to your own addition/character, whatever, etc.

I suggest using colors to differentiate between the story and OOC. It is also suggested that you introduce your character by either a profile in OOC, or describe your character inside your post.
With that, I leave you guys a welcome to the rp, and I hope you enjoy yourselves.



The TV flickered on, keys thrown on the table, an exhausted fighter, and the stench of flat spirits filled the room...
Weary from his latest shootout, the stressed out Lieutenant and Squad Captain slumped in his lounge chair. It was nearly broken. Being held by grubby and old duck tape, it squeaked near the back, just on the bottom. Obviously, something was broken, but he didn't care.

"Today, a great tragedy has fallen upon Canadian citizens." The news reporter was having trouble holding her tears back, it was obvious something huge happened.

"From Quebec...to...PEI...is..n-n-now...a...nuclear wasteland..." She burst into tears, while the station went on to show numerous dead bodies, the aftereffects of a nuclear blast, and the remains of the bomb shell, from a helicopter camera view.

Collapsed buildings could be seen no longer towering, even the Great Lakes were full of dead fish, killed by the electric pulse sifting through the air.

The ring tone of a Cellphone filled his ears. It was his company's phone, and was to be only used under great emergencies. He flipped it open. The name on the screen read Vincent. His name.

"Speak."



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OOC: Meanwhile, the English were hit by a newsflash in the middle of their TV show.


'Live From Quebec, Canada "Nuclear Mass Murder Hits Canada, from Quebec to PEI"'. Damien's mouth was gaped wide open. The state of the bodies left were terrorizing even thousands of miles away. The new No-Mans Land on Canada was just a plate of erupted trees, houses belongings scattered along the savannah of Death.
He immediately switched off his TV and his ears pricked up, there was a bomber plane just above. Danger was about to hit.
The front door slammed behind, and Damien locked it. he jumped into his Mercedes-Benz CLK1000 Sports Car, whcih was expensive enough to fit a large whole in a normal persons wallet. The engine revved, and the sound of squeaking tyres filled the air as the car sped off down the driveway and onto the road, making it's way for the Airport.
He reached the airport and whizzed through check-in without anyone noticing him. It was too dark to tell who was where. Damien rushed out into the terminal and headed for plane code 170-7849, which was heading to Canada.

"May I see your tickets please?" The woman asked, in a bright, Holiday Rep type of way.

"Now that would be cheating" Damien said, as he sprinted past. He needed this flight.

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Machines purred softly as they were recently being turned on. Area 73 Northwest Territories Defense Base was up and buzzing since the news of the Atlantic Region. The base itself was built back in the Cold War almost 80 years ago. The base is still up, running, and updated as a flanking point from the North. The base itself, known by absolutely no Canadians or even George Bush, was building a weapon by order of the old US government who told no one. They were nearly completed. They were just bringing in the fina piece of the jigsaw puzzle... A scientist carried a monitor-sized lightweight box towards the rocky gates. The guards there in full camo recognized the scientist and let him enter. Both guards seemed to know what the box is about.

"Just one question, why didn't we scrap the project after the Old Government lost the elections?" one guard, named Niel asked the other.

"Because The New Government doesn't know about us. and they killed the Old Government anyways." replied the other, who was named Brian.

"Ain't no one going to be coming here soon, Should we check out the completion of that thing inside?"

"Why not? We lived here without any families or connection to the outside world for almost thirty years."

"Technically, it's seventeen for me."

"Shut your mouth, son. Lets check out the newcomer."

The two guards took out last look and scanned the mountain sides for any intruders that are probably sneaking in, and then entered, their pulse rifles slung over their backs.

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The two guards met with four other guards. Altogether, the six of them made up the entire defense unit in the whole base. The base itself really wasen't much. Soldiers deserted it since the Cold War. The guards noted the presence of Niel and Brian and followed them to the laboratory window.

They could easily see blowtorches and scrap metal everywhere from through the window balcony. There were scientists wearing wilders masks and gloves checking, rechecking, and even modifying blueprints for something that isn't actually a building. But the guards knew what they were guarding.

The scientist with the box entered. All the other scientists halted what they were doing almost instantly and looked at the box.

"It's here." The scientist with the box called out to the others.

"Eighty years have paid off then." One scientist half-whooped.

"Clyde would be proud." said another, taking tears off his eyes from the reminder of Clyde

Clyde was the lead Scientist of the whole team, He died two years before this "happy" moment. The other old scientists were sitting on a balcony opposite the guards.

The other four scientists ran towards an odd hunk of metal neatly stored in the corner, with the combined strength, the middle-aged scientists stretched out the contraption and sat it up. It was humanoid. Metallic plated formed resilient armor plating. Shoulderpads were large and flexible-looking. The arms were menacing with its robotic fingers. But the head! Visor resembling full-face shades covered where the eyes would be, Nose pointed and lacking humanity, human-ish ears and lack of mouth. The most obvious feature would be the baseball cap work backwards. An Oilers symbol was present on the front of the hat. A tuft of decorative metallic hair gave it an eerie human appearance.

In the back of the head was nothing... Or that's what the guards saw as the piece of junk was dragged to the center... Just random unplugged circuitry. The box-carrying scientist got behind the monstrosity and opened the box. None of the guards could see as the thing was in the way.

After what seemed like an hour, The scientists took a blowtortch and welded yet another plate in place and hid the marks. The scientists then backed away and hid what looked like a normal pulse rifle.

"What is that thing, Brian?" Niel asked.

"That thing in the box was a brain of an ex-soldier who got killed in the explosion during a vacation to Nova Scotia. He was a canadian video-gamer who played RedSteel in his childhood. That's probably how he got his skills in firearms and combat. That scientist managed to salvage it and flash-freeze it in a cryogenic state."

"He fought in World War 3?"

"Yes, but he was mainly the strategist who stayed at the field HQ. But he took out fourty-eight enemy soldiers by himself in a single building and clip."

"That's a lot of RedSteel..." muttered Niel, the other guards, including Brian, laughed.

The thing sat in the middle of the room for another half an hour. Obviously they're waiting for the brain to thaw out anytime soon. Then the visor lit up slightly. Obviously the brain is beginning to get used to the systems against this ex-soldier's will. Then the thing got up to its feet and staggered.

"What... the heck... happened?" It asked.

before it began to do anything, a Scientist pulled out some sort of needle, pulled off the cap and shoved the needle within the hold in the head. The machine fell down again.

"Forgot to erase the memory..." the scientist muttered as he replaced the cap.

"Luckily, you didn't hit any organ but the brain." All the scientists laughed. The guards laughed as well. The elders seemed to be sleeping.

Two hours later, the machine rode to his feet again.

"Awaiting orders." It muttered.

The lead scientist (the one who carried the box) began. "A third of Canada was blown up in a myterious Nuclear Attack. The US government about eighty years ago ordered your creation. They need you more than ever."

Gunfire ripped the semi-silence of the laboratory. Brian fell face-first into the ground. The other guards unslung their weapons and returned fire. Green blasts of particle energy zoomed towards unknown targets. The scientists panicked and sprinted to evacuate the elders. The robot was left standing, watching the guards fight. It looked around for weapons. The pulse rifle hidden before was knocked into view as the scientists ran to the elders.

The robot picked up the rifle and felt the grips. Memory of firearms started pooling through the brain. The robot burst through the door and marched up the stairs towards the balcony where the guards are.

Niel panted as he shoved another clip into his pulse rifle. Three of his pals, including Brian were dead. The other two guards, named John and Willis, were pushing a table into a strategic position. Riflefire burst through the windows and started pelting the window of the other balcony. Suddenly, a rocket flew past. The three guards freaked out as they saw the balcony explode, annihilating all the scientists and elders.

John and Willis opened fire from behind the table. More intruders fell down. Niel called for more ammunition. The other guards couldn't hear from the ringing of the explosion.

Niel was pushed back as the machine got up. It marched thowards the exit without any form of cover, firing away. Pulse bolts splashed on the powerful armor. But the thing ducked as another rocket flew by. John pushed the table towards the exit and the other three guards called for the machine to fall back so they can open fire. The thing did so and the other three fired with the thing right behind them reloading and spewing suppressing fire.

A minute later, the dust cleared. The whole area stank of fried plastic, metal, and plasma burns. The machine itself had a harmless layer of burn marks, which he brushed off like dust. The guards stood and looked towards the corpses that were spread out almost everywhere away from the balcony. They never knew their names at all, and neither did they to the guards.

"What should we do?" the thing asked.

"Firstly, do you have a name?"

The machine thought for a moment, trying to get out of the erasing, then finally said "Jakob..."

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"As you've probably already noticed, half of Canada has nuclear winter crouching upon them. Of course, you're needed. Meet up with your new crew in Vancouver."

There was a long pause of silence, when Vincent nearly shut the flip-phone.

"Oh, and you're no longer SWAT."

"No explanation?"

"Not until you get to our temporary HQ in Vancouver. We'll phone you once you land there."

"Who said I was gonna fly?"

"We did; Now, where you get there, you are to---"

The line went dead. Vincent could catch bits of static through his ears. He mumbled something incoherent, half curse words, half anger. Were the phone towers out? Were the lines attacked? Not even the cable was working anymore.

Explosions could be heard miles away. Not nuclear, but simply, explosions.
Gas, professional bombs, terrorists, generators...nearly thousand's of possibilities went through his head. Without not even one bit of hesitation, he grasped his phone, colts, and his mp3 player.

He was about to become a detective.








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Willis was scouting up on the cliff side of the Rocky mountains on the way to the NWT-Alberta Border. Niel was salvaging equipment and clips from the wasted soldiers. The bodies couldn't be identified.

Jakob, however, was looking at the remains of the jet that was supposedly going to transport him to Nevada for posting.

John, who was second to the passed Brian, was the only other guard that knew the most details.

"We'll find an Airport in Alberta, we can take a plane there." John reassured.

Jakob was silent, as his internal programming has not yet completed since he was recently activated. Then he turned towards John, as if awaiting orders.

"You take point. Your armor can take hits from pulse rifles. That couldn't be all of them."

"Affirmative." Jakob hummed as he held up his rifle in combat position.

Willis returned two seconds afterwards. "Nothing moving within the next two hundred meters." he reported. Then the four of them regrouped, Niel distributed supplies and a wagon of two extra stuffed packs. Willis was up ahead scouting, Jakob was in front of Niel, who was pulling the wagon in front of John, who was covering their six.

The journey to the border took a day without any events. Then another two days and they wound up in Fort McMurray. Newfoundlanders that stayed there from fourteen years ago were weeping for their families that were there when half of Canada was engulfed in the blast wave.

A dismal television shop was broadcasting news of what seemed like two new attacks. Reporters have not yet arrived at the scene yet, but that was enough to make the guards think.

"You think someone has a grudge against us?" Niel asked John.

Jakob looked at what the cameras did pick up. Bomber planes of unknown origin were dropping explosives in some region neither he or the guards know of. Then it flickered towards what looked like a devastated version of Big Ben. Apparently London was attacked as well.

"Someone with a grudge against the British as well." Willis said.

Citizens looked at the three full-camo marines and metal-covered friend. The robot himself was six and a half feet tall, unlike its original body of 6'4. Then the group continued towards the airport recently built there a while back.

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Eight years ago, a few private investors, companies and scientists, sick of being held back by the laws, religions and races of the world decided they would make their own country. They invested trillions of dollars and bought out a very large chunk of Australia, declaring independence, forming a government, a perfect infrastructure, education surpassing all other countries, everything. The native language, after some debating, was decided to be Esperanto, a language designed more than 120 years previous to be perfect, with no irregularities.

Within four years, the country’s population grew and grew, many people drawn in by the prospect of a perfect, atheist, democratic society. Scientists from all over the world flocked there as their new home. The education system was near-perfect as well, creating intelligent, but also highly creative people, who could make the most amazing pieces of art and literature while simultaneously cloning a sheep. It was a utopia of culture and science, above and beyond all others.

Within the country were the most advanced scientific research centres in the world. Not held back by religion, race or stupid laws, they pushed the boundaries of science further and further. Using stem cell research, which was banned throughout the rest of the world, they had found cures for three kinds of cancer.

At the heart of the great landscape of the country dubbed Lumiĝo by its inhabitants, which meant ‘Enlightenment’, was the NCNE – Nacia Centro por Nuklea Esploro – the National Centre for Nuclear Research. Within the huge complex was a particle accelerator 150 miles in diameter, using the latest techniques to accelerate particles to the speed of light, and smashing them together. Using some strange techniques, they had managed to make antimatter, electrons that defied the laws of physics, and most significantly, Black Holes, which would suck in matter and spew it out again yesterday. After a little tweaking, they made a miniscule particle accelerator to recreate the situation, modified the black hole to release it after being sucked in and not before, and put it into a missile.

The military force of Lumiĝo was relatively small – only around 500 people - although highly advanced. They were very closely related to the NCNE, as well as many other research centres. The military were mainly based in the air, reasoning that it is always better to be able to move in three dimensions rather than two. They had advanced tactical planes, spy planes no larger than a fist, and missiles that were not only invisible to radar, but also to the naked eye, using unique refraction technology… although they haven’t yet worked out how to make the large trail of fire out of the back of a rocket invisible. Being a mostly peaceful race, the people of Lumiĝo preferred to only have the highly advanced weapons for peacekeeping efforts and as a deterrent, and would normally not use them, preferring EMP grenades, which would disable enemy weapons, but not actually cause harm.

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Despite the initial outroar from the Christian church about the atheist (and supposedly evil) Lumiĝo being responsible for the nuclear disaster in Canada, they weren’t. The Lumiĝian equivalent of the CIA or MI6, however, did have a few leads. One pointed in the general direction of China, whose relations with the west had been more and more tense over the last few weeks. The other pointed to the US government, which seemed absurd, although was backed up by some significant evidence. For now, the Lumiĝian authorities decided they would not pursue any further investigations, although would help with some peacekeeping efforts. The Alpha squadron was called in.

The Alpha squadron was one of the top three squadrons in the military forces of Lumiĝo, along with the Iota and Omega squadrons. The Alpha squadron were specialised in fast, precise attack, using some highly advanced jump-jet style planes, with some of the most powerful computer systems available. They would scan the surroundings, find targets and civilians, select a weapon, fire it, and destroy the target without harming any civilians. Oh, and it could do this 4000 times a second, selecting the targets that posed the largest threat and destroying them first.

The Iota squadron were a slightly more advanced squadron, who wouldn’t use so many pretty computer systems, but could deliver very fast attack in a very short space of time. Again they had jump-jets, but these ones were slightly faster, and a lot more manoeuvrable. They were designed for war, and when it came to delivering devastating attack they did it very, very well.

The Omega squadron was a smaller squadron of just four planes, rather than the eight and six of the Alpha and Iota squadrons. They were designed for destruction of buildings, bases, strongholds and bunkers or enemies. Featuring an advanced defence system, and some of the powerful Black Hole missiles, they delivered only destruction. To test them, a nuclear bunker was made with 17-feet thick titanium walls, and after testing, nothing was left but a little molten metal.

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The eight planes of the Alpha squadron shot across the Indian Ocean at more than three times the speed of sound. Their mission was simple – fly over the skies of London using the plane’s combat mode, take out the bomber planes, and leave. At the current speed, they would reach England in under four hours.

Three hours and fourty-three minutes later, bomber planes crashed harmlessly into the River Thames, blazing in fire.

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