NSWRPF Archive 2222

It is 2222. The human race finds itself in a time of transition. Earth still exists, but colonization efforts led by the Human Armed Military Force and the Union Aerospace Corporation have resulted in the successful population of twenty-six planets, sixty moons, and two asteroids spread across a massive wedge of the galaxy stretching from its exact centre to the very edge. The development of faster-than-light travel in 2095 (called altspace) has been their best asset in this wildly successful effort. No longer confined to Earth, the population of the human race has exploded, now surpassing one hundred trillion.

Though the galaxy is at relative peace, with the occasional brief rebellion sparking up on occasion, the HAMF and UAC continue to build up their fleets of warships, as well as their ground-based militaries. Projectile weapons still exist and remain in wide use, but the UAC's raw-plasma weapons and experimental laser weapons are gaining notoriety and acceptance. Performance-enhancing equipment is commonplace within both militaries.

With all these achievments in science, weapons, and space travel, the future of the human race appears bright. No hostile alien race like science fiction novels have described for hundreds of years has attempted to destroy humanity; thus, it is widely believed that we are alone in this galaxy...

This is an RPG set in this universe. You can be a soldier in the UAC or HAMF armies, an officer in one of their mighty fleets, or a civilian. I'll escort the story along in a general direction, but you're free to use your imagination with technology, weapons, and events.

Here is a starchart of the universe we'll be playing in. Don't hesitate to PM me with any questions you may have about a particular planet.

Like I said above, you're free to make up your own technology and weapons as you wish. But there are a few general things I'd like to go over in this world.

Ships:
HAMF Martinet-class destroyers: They resemble extremely large Republic gunships, with their primary engines and weapons on the wings, and twin altspace generators at the tailend. They are armed with fourteen Class IV heavy laser cannons along the wings, two Class IX plus lasers on the nose, and twenty GS-R5 missile pods along the wings.

HAMF X1014G Starfighters: Like X-Wings, except with rectangular-type attack foils. These small, aggressive fighters are armed with four Class II light laser cannons and a X4 tri-missile launcher on the underside. The entire wing/engine assembly swivels in the same fashion as a rudder, steering the fighter. They are extremely fast and maneuverable.

UAC Semean-class flagships: Roughly the same shape as the Martinet destroyers, but sans wings. Power comes from a collection of 32 plasma induction engines. They are armed with sixty high-ROF, high-temperature, high-pressure plasma cannons and a cluster of eight RFBG (you can figure out the name) cannons along the underside.

UAC Werewolf Interceptor Starfighter: These large, sleek starfighters are considered the best starfighters in the galaxy. Twin plasma induction engines fed by a transversely-mounted reduction reactor provide the ship with intense speed. Twin plasma cannons similar to those on the Semean flagships, plus a single mini-RFBG complete the ship's formidable armament. It takes one hell of a pilot to control one of these, two in fact.

Weapons:
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AK567D Standard Assault Rifle: The world-standard assault rifle, the AK567D SAR (and its UAC counterpart the MG-444 Compeller) fires the "HAMF Select" 10x40mm round. Nearly all are fitted with IG scopes of 3.5x magnification. A universal rail mount on the underbelly provides for the easy mounting of such accessories like grenade launchers, shotguns, lasers, etc. Most magazines are seventy-five rounds, and all AK567Ds have a digital ammunition counter. T

 

I do like your introduction.

 

This RPG could be awesome


PM sent.

 

It could, but it says that I need a Freewebs account in order to see that astro-chart. =/

 

I know, I know...I figured out what happened and I took care of it. Those who have sent PMs, please consult the starchart and revise your planet of choice. Again, if you've any questions about a particular planet, don't hesitate to PM me.

Oh yeah...I said that I would post my character sheet later on, so:

Name: Lieutenant James Harrell
Age: 30
World of origin (if on Earth, list a more specific location): Ikariee
Affiliation (UAC or HAMF military, UAC or HAMF fleet, civilian): HAMF military
Appearance: Typical soldier, tall, muscular, battle-hardened
-Height: 6'2"
-Weight: 191
-Eye colour: Green
-Hair colour: Brown
-Special marks (like a scar): Long scar down forehead and left cheek
Weapons: AK567D SAR with T5 50mm grenade launcher
Brief Bio: He was born into a military family on Ikariee just as the planet was being colonized. His father was a Commander in the HAMF fleet; his mother a Tech Officer. Against the wishes of his parents, Harrell dropped out of high school at eighteen to join the HAMF Marines. It was soon noted that his strengths were leadership, marksmanship, and control during intese combat. Once out of basic training, he was very quickly promoted to Corporal, then Sergeant. In 2219, he became leader of a top-secret SPECOPS squad internally dubbed Chalk 22B. His bravery during the Batlle of Imlyamunura in 2220 earned him a promotion to Lieutenant. Harrell's golden service record has earned him a nice half-year vacation, which he is spending on Zeta Proxima

 

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Name: Maya Yubari
Age:29
World of origin: Kyranu II
Affiliation : UAC Fleet
Appearance: She is of Asian origin
-Height: 5'9
-Weight: 11 stone
-Eye colour: black
-Hair colour: black
-Special marks (like a scar): none
Weapons: A simple pistol
Brief Bio: Maya was born on Kyranu II to a wealthy family but was sent to a boarding school on Mars, on her way she became fascinated with the ships they passed and instead of working at the school she spent her hours sketching the ships and making alterations she thought would make them better. She was kicked out of her school and enrolled at the UAC college using her designs to get a schollership as her parents refused to allow any daughter of theirs to be a soldier. She passed easily but she was not sure if this was because of her intelect or her design ability, as soon as she graduated she was placed on her own space-station as Governer. The station was on the edge on the galaxy with only a few hundred inhabitants, she was sure this was because they wanted her to design more and not get disturbed.

After a few years a Semean Flagship juped out of Alt-Space outside her station. The general of the UAC had come personaly for her designes, which she gave freely with only two exceptions, move the entire station, not just her, to the core and give her a Semean to modify and run. He accepted and now her Station has grown and been expanded to one of the most popular places for artists and alike due to its calm atmosphere and liberal laws... and the hulking modified Semean, "The Yubari", outside helps to make them feel protected.

 

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Character Sheet:

Name: Ashton Cancello
Age: 25
World of origin: Deflya
Affiliation: UAC Fleet
Appearance: Athletic Caucasian, wears fleet officer's uniform
-Height: 6'-0"
-Weight: 190 lbs.
-Eye colour: Brown
-Hair colour: Brown
-Special marks: None
Weapons: Pistol or unarmed
Brief Bio: Was born on the planet Deflya to a loving family which always supported his dreams of becoming a soldier. He was popular at school and always felt he wasn't challenged enough, but he was never one to speak up about it.

At 18, he attended the UAC Naval Academy and graduated 12th his class. He was immediately put to use as an officer in the UAC's considerable starfleet, always sought advancement, and was eager to please.

His day came when he was 24, when the captain of the vessel he was first officer aboard suffered a heart attack and died. The ship had been plying the fringes of the slice of the galaxy and came under attack by vagrant pirates shortly after the captain's burial ceremony.

Cancello, the default ship's captain, commanded an utterly glorious confrontation with the pirates, whose force outnumbered his one ship many times over.

Immediately, he was given command of that very vessel, named the Santia La Furne, and has been its captain ever since.

 

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CHARACTER SHEETS
Name: John Mandon
Age: 36
World of origin (if on Earth, list a more specific location): Ice moon of Jupiter (known as Europa)
Affiliation (UAC or HAMF military, UAC or HAMF fleet, civilian): HAMF fleet
Appearance:
-Height: 6'5''
-Weight: 12 stone
-Eye colour: Green
-Hair colour: Dark Brown
-Special marks (like a scar): Scar down left cheek.
Weapons: Expert in use of most plasma weaponary. Carries an experiment, DHL-44 Superheated Plasma Pistol
Brief Bio:

John grew on the colony world of Europa. He was noted for his excellent tatical mind while playing holo-games with his friends and so decided to join the HAMF fleet. His expertise in tactics and strategics has led to his rise through the HAMF ranks.

He now is the Captain of a major fleet of HAMF Marinet-Cruisers. His personal flagship, "The Arbitor" is a prototype Marinet MarkII Cruiser. It has two experimental systems on it currently being developed. The ship is outfitted with 7 extra plasma banks as well as 20 experimental EMP Cannons, which have the ability to disable electrical systems. The other experimental system being the ability to beam solid objects threw space.

 

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Name: Augusta Summers
Age: 26
World of origin: Huavv
Affiliation: HAMF fleet
Appearance: Tall, with a slender build, and fair skin
-Height: 5?7?
-Weight: 130 lbs
-Eye colour: Grayish Blue
-Hair colour: Black
-Special marks: none
Weapons: varies on the occasion, but mostly laser weaponry
Brief Bio: Augusta was born in a military base in Huavv. Her father was the Director of the base. She began attending the planet?s military academy as early as six years old. Her highest merits and scores came in piloting and Fleet Direction, so when graduated she was appointed as a Commander to one of the HAMF?s fleets. Eventually she was promoted to Captain of the same fleet.

 

Excellent character sheets everyone. We could use some more military people, though.

 

Where is everyone?

 

I'm still here.

Everyone, feel free to post general, day-to-day actions (like bridge watches, etc., but no real action) while we wait for more people to join.

 

Perhaps if we gathered the UAC and HAMF people, we could start interactions better?

 

I'm afraid I don't entirely get your meaning. Could you enlighten me a bit?

 

Certainly . Gather both factions at different areas, UAC here, HAMF there, for a meeting, briefing, or something of the kind. That could really increase chara-chara interactions, plus people may notice the game.

Lem

 

Ahhh...I get you now. That is a very good idea. Should we start now, or wait until we get one or two more players?

 

Name:Mike AKA SnipeHunter or Shadow (both of which are more common than his real name)
Age:25
World of origin:Earth, Australia
Affiliation:HAMF Military
Appearance:
-Height:about 2m tall
-Weight:about 80 kg
-Eye colour:Brown
-Hair colour:Black
-Special marks (like a scar):Has a srar on his right eye and a tat on his arm (special will post a pic or link to it later)
Weapons:Sniper rifle, Magnum and a few knives for throwing one for hand to hand fighting
Brief Bio:Snipe is trained from one of the old military organisations taught to Australians. He is a skilled warrior in most forms of fire arms with a preference towards both sniper and knifes.

 

OOC: Santimoniously, i think you you start now and see what happens.

 

Whenever you wish.

Lem

 

INTERFLEET MESSAGE--ALPHA PRIORITY

Date: 1 May 2222; 1419 hours Earth time
From: General of the Armies Geoffrey Marks, HAMF HighComm
To: ALL UAC and HAMF Starfleet commands
Encryption: Beta (DECRYPTION: "The honour of your presence.")
Subject: Updated Fleet Deployments; Colonization Efforts

With humanity now spread across this slice of galaxy, the mighty Starfleets of the HAMF and UAC find themselves hard-pressed to protect the human race. After many reviews and inquiries, it has been determined that our current tactics are insufficient for whatever threat may be out there. Therefore, HAMF HighComm and the UAC Board of Directors have agreed on a tactical discussion for ALL HAMF and UAC Starfleet commands. This meeting will outline new fleet deployments and battle tactics to meet the latest identified galactic threats near the newest human-colonized planets. The colonization efforts will also be discussed.

The meeting will take place at the repair/refit station Wellness, to point 2.81863, declination -1.0002. Commands in the Outer Fringe: Altspace coordinates 3.052193211124 for a slingshot orbit around Mastering; the station will meet you. Meet in the Arbouretum of the destroyer Divine Intervention no later than 1500 hours. Security and refreshments will be provided.

//end message

 

IC: John Mandon


John sat in the comfortable captains chair of his flagship, The Arbitor.
"Sir, were recieving an incoming transmission." Tom his comm officer reported.
"Send it to my chair," replied John, he glanced down at the sleek leather chair as a small panel cropped up displaying the urgent command. Mandon read with curiosity.
"Patch me through to all ships, Tom," John ordered. It was immeadiately replied to with a "Yes sir" from his rookie comm officer.
Mandon took the communicator and spoke with his deep authoritive voice, "All ship prepare to Altspace, coordinates 3.052193211124. Engage on my mark..... engage!"

John sat back as he jerked with the ship into altspace. They would arrive shortly at there new destination.

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"...monsoon season starts in mid-April. Within one monsoon rain, this beautiful landscape turns to-"

WHOOSH!

As James and everyone else watched, the beautiful, perfect Kyranu II rain forest exhibit became flooded with at least a meter of water in an instant. Everyone else gasped, but James merely raised an eyebrow. He remembered the times where he'd had to slog through Kyranu's hellish rains, and this was nothing comparing to battling in the real thing. Though the museum replica was perfect, they couldn't duplicate the solid mass of rain that turned the planet into a swamp for three months out of the standard year.

The tour group continued on, but James was being held back by the very last thing he wanted to see. Two young HAMF Marines, sans assault rifles (TL-3L4 pistols holstered at their thighs), approached him. The thing that struck him about them was that they were not in their Class I Light Ballistic Armour, but in their light gray dress uniforms. He contracted his eybrows as the pair of Marines approached him, PFC insignia and decorations glittering at their chests.

Seeing as he was not in any sort of military garb, they did not salute him.

"First Lieutenant James Harrell?" the one on the left asked.

"Not at the moment," James said. "You're not here to crash my vacation, are you?"

"Unfortunately, we are," the private informed him, his expression sympathetic. "You've been called back into service; offduty time rescended for the time being. "

It was then they snapped to attention and saluted him. James returned the salute.

"Please come with us, Lieutenant," the other private said.

"****..." James muttered, following them out of the Zeta Proxima Museum of Natural Ecosystems and Phenomena.

There was a van waiting for them in an alley at the back of the museum. He hurled a sigh as he got in. The driver, also in his dress uniform complete with Lance Corporal insignia and an oak cluster (probably for some crazy maneuver in battle), gave James a salute, which he halfheartedly returned.

"If this is anything less than a massive planetside battle," James said, "I'm gonna kick your asses."

They said nothing. The van pulled out of the alley and onto a side street, then onto a major street, then onto the asteroid's main highway. None of his gear was at hand; the driver told him that they would take care of that on the ship. They still refused to tell him exactly where he was going and just why the hell his vacation was over and he was First Lieutenant James Harrell, service number 063H-46I7A-444, again.

"The ship" was a DH-96A Short Range Transport shuttle. It had short wings which, along with the engines, acted as rudders to steer the ship; they were pointing down at the ground, meaning the Vertical Takeoff and Landing shuttle was ready for takeoff. The Privates acted as a welcoming committee of sorts as James reluctantly walked up the entry ramp into the small, comfortable interior. The Lance Corporal walked past him toward the pilot's seat, and the two PFCs stood at back. No one would say anything here, either.

The shuttle shuddered as it lifted into the air, then plowed through the asteroid's artificially-generated atmosphere and into space.

"Would it kill any of you to tell me why the hell I'm not looking at a demonstration of Kyranu II's wet season?" James demanded.

No one responded.

After a silent twenty-minute flight, James saw a HAMF Martinet-class destroyer come into view. He tried to look into the bridge, but the shuttle was a bit too fast to permit such peeking. TUSCAN SUN shone brightly from the meter of Type IV armour plate on the destroyer's "cheek" (just behind the bridge to the wings). The pilot directed the ship into the closest hangar bay. There was another shudder as the ship landed in the middle of the bay.

Again, the PFCs stood at attention on either side of the entry ramp as the Lieutenant exited the ship. He had another surprise waiting for him.

Second Lieutenant Jason Kevlill, the SIC (second-in-command) of Chalk 22B, wa

 

OCC: YOu have me intrested, I would like to join, I haven't read all of your intro or even thought of a character sheet yet, so I will join when Ihave more time and send you a CS.

 

Take your time; we are still open.

 

IC: Augusta Summers
Location: Deep space, The Chronicle

Captain Augusta Summers moved across the long hallway to the bridge of her flagship, The Chronicle. Her Communications officer had sent for her, saying they had received a transmission from the HAMF HighComm. Though she?d just been woken from her usual five hours of sleep a day, she managed to look alert and as postured as ever. Control was everything to a fleet captain.

Finally reaching the bridge, Augusta stepped in and walked over to the Comm Center column. Her Communications officer saluted her and moved to the side so she could see the message.

?There?s to be a tactical discussion with the UAC? he said.

Augusta raised an eyebrow in a bit of a shock. UAC and HAMF hadn?t discussed tacticians in years. So, why now?

?Alright,? she said. ?Set course for the coordinates given, then. Let?s see what High Command is up to now.?

Everyone in the Bridge began setting course without question. Augusta sat in the Captain?s chair and laid back. Fortunately, they were fairly close to their destination.

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