shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
The year was 3057. Earth had been utterly ravaged by centuries of war. All of the planet's inhabitants were witnessing the final days of history before it all came to an end. The overall population was less than 15,000 individuals and there looked to be no options.
A cataclysmic race, known as Qins, had been scouring the universe and destorying any and all forms of life it could possibly find. It was never clear why these creatures did it. They didn't eat, sleep, reproduce, or even get sick. It seemed as if they were the habringers of Rapture in a reality where God was no longer present, so no one was getting saved.
Earth was, ironically, the final frontier. The last planet with life on its surface. The remnants of other civilizations fled to the human home world, in a desperate attempt for a final stand. The Qins normally devoured a planet in a few decades but the last line of defence was able to hold off the scourge for a little over a four hundred painful years.
But alas, they were only delaying the inevitable. There was no way to prepare for the attack with the limited amount of time they had. No way to get a proper strategy on how to take the enemy down. The tactics that were learned to combat the galactic plague were realized too late.
In a final desperate attempt, the remnants of any kind of civilization poured their efforts into, what was essentially a reset button. They tried to create a portal to go back in time a thousand years ago and warn everyone of the future that was coming.
It is unknown to this day how it was successful. Perhaps they were desperate enough? Perhaps God decided to intervene in final moments of life itself. Perhaps......who knows for certain?
As the machine was finished, the shards of civilization that remained poured through the portal and arrived at an earth that was in an era of peace that was thought impossible in the future. The year was 2013 when the men and women of the future came through bearing a terrifying message, "We failed...." The news they brought sent the planet into a frenzied state of technological advancement.
The year was 2235 and it seems the effects of time travel weren't zero. This year was supposedly the year the Qins first made contact with sentient life. But now, the came from another angle of the universe and their first target was Earth.
But we are ready this time....
This time they will be ones to fall.
This is a little excerpt of the intro post. We had some people leave due to the holidays and I am in need of some members to join the fight for survival. I will work with you to build a character and a squadron as I allow creative freedom in my roleplay (as long as it stays within reason)
The first wave was disastrous. No matter the warnings they had received, no matter how much they had prepared for this day. It was one thing to know about the threat that was coming and even see holo-vids on it.
It was another thing entirely to fight it first hand.
The battle had been raging on for roughly 13 hours and humanity had already suffered heavy losses. It was nothing in comparison to the first time the Qin were encountered in the future, naturally, but the death that surrounded the area was horrifying to say the least.
Elite squadrons that were being held in reserve had been dispatched and were now mere kilometers from the ground zero. The shockwaves from mortar fire and heavy ordinance rocked the shuttles that carried these squadrons violently. The faint sounds of the Qin could be heard through the reinforced hull and they didn't sound like screeches of defeat. The Qin were winning, albeit slowly.
"Zephyr Squad! You are going to be deployed right in the thick of the fight! They have got more wounded and dying soldiers than ones that can still fight. The previous three support squads were completely wiped out and too many people are dying too quickly! You are dropping in T-Minus 20 seconds. Get your war face on!" The command pilot's voice blared to life over the comms. The Kinsmen of Zephyr squad stood from their secured seats just in time for the rear hatch to open. As soon as the hatch was slightly ajar, the true terror of the war could be heard. The sounds of men screaming out for help and the victorious roars of the Qin could be heard. Even from thousands of feet in the air, they could be heard with surprising clarity.
Zephyr 1, Darius Jensec: "Zephyr 1 reporting in."
The squad went through their motions. The roll call that had been drilled into their heads thousands of time to lead up to this moment.
Zephyr 2, Kairy Bullsman: "Zephyr 2, ready!"
Zephyr 3, Kyle Kellz: "Zephyr 3, reporting."
Zephyr 4, Peter Languel: "Zephyr 4, ready to kick some ass!"
Zephyr 5, Berton Lann: "Zephyr 5, here."
The command pilot's gruff voice chimed in over the comms with an urgent bellow, "Drop! GO! GO! GO!"
One by one the soldiers leaped out of the aircraft and into free fall. The feeling of the wind pushing back against their rapidly falling armored forms was exhilarating for a time, surely. But as soon as they squad breached the clouds and witnessed the hail of high energy rounds being fired towards the monstrosities below, any semblance of fun went out the proverbial window.
The squadron pitched to the right to make sure they landed on THEIR side of the battleground. Within a matter of seconds, the landing packs flared to life with a deafening roar. Zephyr squad slowed from terminal velocity to a rapid, but acceptable speed descent within seconds. Boots hits the ground hard and some sounds of cheering could be heard from the soldiers hiding behind the rubble of the fallen concrete buildings. Zephyr squad had touched down.
Zephyr Squad Status:
Healthy- 6
Wounded- 0
MIA- 0
KIA- 0
Ive had this crazy idea of a plot in my head for years but only recently decided to implement it into an RP. I just wanted to see if others might be interested in a gritty, dirty battle for survival type of story. Alien races, future tech, warfare, and a desperate struggle. Whats not to love?
A cataclysmic race, known as Qins, had been scouring the universe and destorying any and all forms of life it could possibly find. It was never clear why these creatures did it. They didn't eat, sleep, reproduce, or even get sick. It seemed as if they were the habringers of Rapture in a reality where God was no longer present, so no one was getting saved.
Earth was, ironically, the final frontier. The last planet with life on its surface. The remnants of other civilizations fled to the human home world, in a desperate attempt for a final stand. The Qins normally devoured a planet in a few decades but the last line of defence was able to hold off the scourge for a little over a four hundred painful years.
But alas, they were only delaying the inevitable. There was no way to prepare for the attack with the limited amount of time they had. No way to get a proper strategy on how to take the enemy down. The tactics that were learned to combat the galactic plague were realized too late.
In a final desperate attempt, the remnants of any kind of civilization poured their efforts into, what was essentially a reset button. They tried to create a portal to go back in time a thousand years ago and warn everyone of the future that was coming.
It is unknown to this day how it was successful. Perhaps they were desperate enough? Perhaps God decided to intervene in final moments of life itself. Perhaps......who knows for certain?
As the machine was finished, the shards of civilization that remained poured through the portal and arrived at an earth that was in an era of peace that was thought impossible in the future. The year was 2013 when the men and women of the future came through bearing a terrifying message, "We failed...." The news they brought sent the planet into a frenzied state of technological advancement.
The year was 2235 and it seems the effects of time travel weren't zero. This year was supposedly the year the Qins first made contact with sentient life. But now, the came from another angle of the universe and their first target was Earth.
But we are ready this time....
This time they will be ones to fall.
This is a little excerpt of the intro post. We had some people leave due to the holidays and I am in need of some members to join the fight for survival. I will work with you to build a character and a squadron as I allow creative freedom in my roleplay (as long as it stays within reason)
The first wave was disastrous. No matter the warnings they had received, no matter how much they had prepared for this day. It was one thing to know about the threat that was coming and even see holo-vids on it.
It was another thing entirely to fight it first hand.
The battle had been raging on for roughly 13 hours and humanity had already suffered heavy losses. It was nothing in comparison to the first time the Qin were encountered in the future, naturally, but the death that surrounded the area was horrifying to say the least.
Elite squadrons that were being held in reserve had been dispatched and were now mere kilometers from the ground zero. The shockwaves from mortar fire and heavy ordinance rocked the shuttles that carried these squadrons violently. The faint sounds of the Qin could be heard through the reinforced hull and they didn't sound like screeches of defeat. The Qin were winning, albeit slowly.
"Zephyr Squad! You are going to be deployed right in the thick of the fight! They have got more wounded and dying soldiers than ones that can still fight. The previous three support squads were completely wiped out and too many people are dying too quickly! You are dropping in T-Minus 20 seconds. Get your war face on!" The command pilot's voice blared to life over the comms. The Kinsmen of Zephyr squad stood from their secured seats just in time for the rear hatch to open. As soon as the hatch was slightly ajar, the true terror of the war could be heard. The sounds of men screaming out for help and the victorious roars of the Qin could be heard. Even from thousands of feet in the air, they could be heard with surprising clarity.
Zephyr 1, Darius Jensec: "Zephyr 1 reporting in."
The squad went through their motions. The roll call that had been drilled into their heads thousands of time to lead up to this moment.
Zephyr 2, Kairy Bullsman: "Zephyr 2, ready!"
Zephyr 3, Kyle Kellz: "Zephyr 3, reporting."
Zephyr 4, Peter Languel: "Zephyr 4, ready to kick some ass!"
Zephyr 5, Berton Lann: "Zephyr 5, here."
The command pilot's gruff voice chimed in over the comms with an urgent bellow, "Drop! GO! GO! GO!"
One by one the soldiers leaped out of the aircraft and into free fall. The feeling of the wind pushing back against their rapidly falling armored forms was exhilarating for a time, surely. But as soon as they squad breached the clouds and witnessed the hail of high energy rounds being fired towards the monstrosities below, any semblance of fun went out the proverbial window.
The squadron pitched to the right to make sure they landed on THEIR side of the battleground. Within a matter of seconds, the landing packs flared to life with a deafening roar. Zephyr squad slowed from terminal velocity to a rapid, but acceptable speed descent within seconds. Boots hits the ground hard and some sounds of cheering could be heard from the soldiers hiding behind the rubble of the fallen concrete buildings. Zephyr squad had touched down.
Zephyr Squad Status:
Healthy- 6
Wounded- 0
MIA- 0
KIA- 0
Ive had this crazy idea of a plot in my head for years but only recently decided to implement it into an RP. I just wanted to see if others might be interested in a gritty, dirty battle for survival type of story. Alien races, future tech, warfare, and a desperate struggle. Whats not to love?
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