RPG Afterwar 21XX: Ruins of a former World

[silpheedpilot]

In the year 2030, a World Wide Nuclear War broke out amongts many countries, each 'side' losing ground as the onther fought for what they thought was right. Of course it all ended in tragedy with billions dead, and the World a Post Nuclear Wasteland. Many years after the war, the remaning Nations formed a new, combined nation and sought to preserve peace, with an iron fisted Government. Everything is of top technology, buildings, weapons, computers, vehicles, everything. What is left of the former world are ruins and caverns of old buildings, bases and such, these which held many 'Artifacts' of the former world, many were worth alot. Of this new Government sprang organizations that wanted these 'Artifacts'. Hunters, Mercenaries, Assassins, Soldiers, Commandos. All sorts of different people scoured these ruins, finding these 'Artifacts' for thier employers. What many didn't know was that there were creatures of all sorts romaing the ruins and attacking all that disturb the sanctitiy of the place. Some wanted the ruins blasted into oblivion, wiped fom the face of the Earth, but because of the 'Artifact' values and the previous War, that was near impossible. So, on these employers went seeking people to explore these ruins to find these 'Artifacts'.
While many Hunters continued to bring back 'Artifacts' and many continued to die, this became the new 'Military' profession. 'Groups' became a common thing, of people of different skills uniting to search out these 'Artifacts' and, of course, get paid. An 'Artifact-Merc', if you will. Scientist have been led to believe that there is more than the creatures down there and one such Scientist by the name of Dr. Kurt Krowe has put together a crack team of Artifact-Mercs. for this purpose. To seek out 'Artifacts', Eliminate all creatures and other Artifact-Mercs who get in thier way, and to find out the secret of the Creatures. It may take days, months, years to figure out the true nature of the Creatures, but at least these guys are getting paid for what they do best. Dr. Kurt Krowe is cheif scientist for The Seekers of Lost Cause. This crack team of Artifact-Mercs.
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[COLOR=Blue]Ethan followed behind Dr. Krowe as he led him down computerized hallways, with 'bleeps' and 'blips' sounding out occasionally. Ethan glanced around, suddenly ripped back into rality as Dr. Krowe said "We're here."

Ethan looked around the laboratory, a few scientists were examining an 'Artifact' while other typed away at keyboards connected to large computers and oversized monitors. Dr. Krowe held his hand out to the lab.

"This is my lab and home to the new group of Artifact-Mercs that I have have taken the liberty to assemble" Dr. Krowe sort of hobbled over to the 'Artifact' being examined by a few scientists and rubbed his chin. "Good. Good. As you can see, Ethan this lab is entirely devoted to the identification of Artifacts, as well as the hub of 'creature' examination."

Ethan nodded, and looked around. He shrugged and walked around the lab area. "This is it? Its so small..."

Dr. Krowe looked hurt when Ethan said that, but bucked up and pointed Ethan towards a frieght elevator. "No no, my boy...This is just for show. The real lab, barracks, and other facilities are down on sub-level 13"

Ethan quirked a brow at the Docs statement, then lifted his shoulders in another shrug
"Level 13, huh? Sounds unlucky.."

Dr. Krowe laughed and motioned for Ethan to follow him. The two got on the large frieght elevator and decended into the dark void below the 'show lab'. Industrial lights peppered the sides of the walls illuminating the dark decent to some degree.

Ethan leaned against the edge of the elevator with his arms folded, his foot tapping.
"So doc...Who is all in this group of Mercs you've hired. Not some young blood, I hope."

Dr. Krowe stroked his chin, looking at Ethan intently
"Ethan, you are youngblood."

"What?! You better take that back!" Ethan exclaimed, unfolding his arms and shaking a fist at Dr. Krowe.

"Such rash emotions...A definate youngblood. Dont worry Ethan, you'll be in good company. Ah...We have arrived on Sub-Level 13. Go to the barracks and introduce yourself to the rest of the Mercenaries."

Ethan grunted and pushed away from the elevator, stepping out onto the steel grating of floor which 'clanked' as he stepped on. He smiled and made his way down the corridor.
"See you later Doc"

Dr. Krowe laughed and gave a little wave.
"Just send an aide if you need me, I'll be on Sub-Level 12"

Ethan looked back and shrugged, wondering who he was teamed up with.[/COLOR]

[Shwa]

OOC: Do we need to post our info again...just checking
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Chris just stood there in one area of the barracks, holding his doufle-bad with his left hand while the other placed at his weist trying to ballance himself. He looked around and saw a lot of different people, but didn't know if they were here for the same reason as he was. He guessed that everyone was invited or had oppurtunity on this trip, but Chris just came for the kicks and thrills. The only thing Chris knew how to do was mend some machines and injured people, maybe fight a little as well.

"Maybe I should talk to someone in here, some seem pretty nice and all, but what would I talk about", thought Chris as closed his eyes to think for a bit. He just thought about if he really should have closed the shop to leave for finding Artifact, sure the shop didn't make that much money but it as like a second home to him and he's hate to leave it.

"I wonder how many Artifacts we could find....probably some that aren't really interesting" Chris thought to himself again, suddenly he hears some clanks coming from one direction, it seems a person was coming into the area. Chris opened his eyes and awaited the person to come into the light.

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Sorry if this isn't correct or anything,or if i'm breaking a rule, or if it is too short.... i'm in a rush to finish this because i have to go back to studing for my mid-ters. Later

[Hinata]

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The base was huge in her eyes and much of the technology around her stunned her, but she was excited. Givin the chance to get rid of the creatures and get her revenge. But not only that she was getting the chance to find great artifacts as well as learn about their culture.

Her mind went back to the day she came home. After about 10 years she was home, going to be able to laugh and speak with her parents not worrry when she was going to see them again. She was appreciative for their sacrifice but she looks back wondering if it was too great.

She arrived at their home, many of the townspeople laughing and getting together, happily outside their homes during the day.She remembered all the local landmarks smiling a bit. Her house though gave out a different persona it was quiet, lonle sad..she stepped to the door feeling something wrong.....


"Excuse me, excuse me miss," a voice came from behind.

"Oh I'm sorry," she spoke shaking her hand to snap from her memories.

"Seem a bit distracted," he spoke, cutting to the chase.

"Naw just a bit shocked by all the things here," she said looking up at him, "nice to meet you I'm Anna."

He returns favor," the name's Ethan." they shake quickly and he lets go of her hand, "You work here?"

"I do now." She spoke nonchalantly, " I'm a Artifact-Merc. And you?"

"The same, looks like we're going to be working together."

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[Hybrid Theory]

"Bang....well there's abit of competition out of the way...."

"Woah..nice shot!"

John Allon was a 27 year old man who had just joined a group of bounty hunters, these bounty hunters were looking for an 'Artifact'. These 'Artifacs' were kind of like treasure...hidden in secret areas, worth a fourtune....These bounty hunters had stumbled on a man searching for the 'Artifacs' who had boasted that he had the whearabouts of one of them.....

So they followed his tracks and caught up with him up in the sand dunes...Jack, the leader always carried a springfield 02 sniper rifle with him, and this proved usefull when he took out this man with a shot in the head.

They snuck up towards his cart and looked around...lucky for them he didn't seem to be boasting about how he knew the whearabouts, becase right next to his dead corpse sat a tatterd old map....It looked genuine enough because it seemed very old and it was torn at the edges. It had a red circle over one little part of the map, that must have been where the 'Artifact' was supposed to be...

The circle was towards the west......To get there this group of bounty hunters would have to travel countless rocky unstable areas...not to mention all the creatures lurking around...

"Well....know that we know where to go...we best head off ey?"

"Yeah.....allright everyone...check for anything valuable and take whatever you want...then we must be off...we have alot of competition..."

[Radaghast]

[size=1][b]"Maybe I should have just stayed home."[/b] Mark looked around uncomfortably at his surroundings. Stark white living space. He was ok with the lighting, but he had his own place to sleep. It is complete culture shock. His own bed, bathroom, shower, all alien to him. The others he walked by took it all in fine; all of them used to having their own homes.

He saw how they had looked at him. They saw him as a freak, someone turned out by society. They don't understand what it's like to know you had something before the war started, and then loose it. Mother always said: At least you're here. [b]"To do what, Ma? Mug and kill some guy? Somebody who was meant to do something?"[/b] Mark yelled up at the ceiling, not caring if anyone heard. [b]"Now look where I am, filling in for him! How am I supposed to do that?"[/b] Mark looked up, waiting for an answer from his mother to drop down from heaven. None came.
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Mark settled himself down by taking the first shower in his life. He finally figured out where to put all of the soaps and liquids, and came out smelling the best he has ever in his life. He discarded his rags, favoring the comfortable cotton robe. He stepped out of the steaming room, pulling his long hair to the outside of the robe. He settled down underneath his blankets, and slept the only deep sleep he had ever experienced.[/size]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=red]Gavin scratched at his beard as he watched everyone in the barracks. It was quite apparent that he was the oldest of everyone here, with the exception of Dr. Krowe, but he wasn't really a Merc.. just a scientist.

Gavin was the first to be recruited by the good docter. He had even helped to pick out some of the people now standing around, trying to be "badass" by not talking to people.

Gavin gave a small guffaw at the whole setup. He knew he should have tried to get some older people, some with more experience other than living on the streets or no education.

"A bunch of imbeciles I have helped hire. It will be a miracle if they survive the first outing," Gavin said under his breath.

Gavin quickly snapped his hand to one of his pistols on his belt. And even though he was sitting down, he was able to draw it in the blink of an eye. He gave a pleased smile, and reholstered the weapon.

He stood and started toward the group of people. Wondering whom he should talk to first.

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[Shwa]

Chris had already unpacked everything from his napsack, basically it was some spare clothing and what-nots. Everyone was assigned to a roomate to bunk with, Chris' roomate was called "Gavin", that was all the information he was given. After that, chris left his quarters and decided to look around the ship a bit. He noticed that there was a kitchen, dinning area, engine room, medic room, and a work-out room. Chris decided to go into the workout room and practice his fighting techniques on the punching bag. After and hour or so he grew tired and decided to leave. After getting wased up, Chris returned to the kitchen an started to think to himself.

"Maybe if I made food for everyone, it will make them all less tense and more open about each other, a good ice-breaker never hurted anyone", he though. Chris started to prepare some mashed potatoes, three tpyes of stated does in different ways (rare, medium, well-done), some bread, white rice, and red wine. This would be perfect, the first dinner before the mission begins.

[Hinata]

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Ethan seemed like a cool and level headed person from their brief introduction. They moved on into the barracks more getting a look at everything around them. Seeing that their converation had stagnated she began to speak to him once more.

"How long heave you been hunting Artifacts?" She asked over the slight hum now building in the room. A few more people had entered and more instuments had been tested.

He looked around as well and answered, "A little while now. How about you?"

"A few years," she answered briefly before getting more in-depth. "...been picking up where my father left off." She held her head down briefly then she cleared him from her thoughts. "But I've been having fun while I was doing it. I even became better than he was."

"You sound kinda cocky.." he replied. She looked at him and couldn't help but smirk a bit remembering the tone in her voice as she explained herself to him.

"Well, that is a little necessary at times, but if I wasn't one of the best, then why am I here? I don't think they would choose a cocky no nothing... My record show my strenght; All missions successful and I 've only lost 3 men in my few years of doing this, but losing them was a lost to the group as well. And due to an error I couldn't change. Such as a random attack or expolosive miscalculation."

Ethan listend to the woman explain herself intently seeing how serious she took this offer. "Okay okay, you don't have to explain it all to me. I think I get the point. You're good at what you do."

She nodded in agreement and looked around once more seeing an older gentlman sitting in the corner by himself.

"I wonder who he is," she said looking his way Ethan looking there as well. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=red]Gavin heard someone ask about him. [i]About time... sit around long enough and someone will eventually notice you.[/i]

He stood up and cleared his throat loudly and rudely. "Greetings, I am Gavin, that is all you need to worry about," he started. "You all have been gathered here today because of your talents. If you do not know what those are then leave now." No one made a move to leave. "Very good then. Dr. Krowe and I were the ones that selected you for this team. I will be tagging along on most of the missions making sure you don't get your asses killed. We don't like death, so we avoid it as much as possible."

Gavin coughed into his balled up fist, and looked at everyone again. "I could care less who you really are, your names are enough, and I already know them all. I recomend you getting some sleep tonight. The fun stuff begins tomorrow."

Gavin finished, and without further words he left the room.
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