NSWRPF Archive GOONS: Blood, Guts and Fire, on Mars and Beyond!

1). Obey the GM.

2). Obey the TOS.

3). No God Moding.

4). No Controling Another Player's PC without His/Her Expressed Permission.

In the near future (2030) there are colonies on Mars from the North American Union, Europe, Russia, Asia and the oldest one that was started back in 1973. This secret base, located at Hydraotes Choas was funded by an international cartel of industrialists, bankers and globelists using advanced technology garnished from Nazi Germany at the close of WWII. They never used rocketry to acheive transportation from Earth to Mars. The background story borrows from (but is not limited to) the Universe of Cyberpunk the RPG. Also included in this story is that the hidden fact, that the Martian atmosphere is breathable and has mixed with Earth's atmosphere. This has taken place on and off through a series of close encounters up until a little over two thousand years ago. For info on how this happened, please check the website Firmamentandchaos.com in order to set the premise in the story's background. The story begins with an attempted atmospheric re-entry onto Mars by a TAV Pilot named Paul Tanner. I will begin the RPG with an intro and setup including supporting NPCs that I'll be using to interact and steer the game with the Player's PCs.

GOONS

It was New Year's Eve, 2029 back on Earth. But on Mars the Old World's holidays didn't carry as much importance as they once had. The transportation of supplies planet took precedence over such things.

Hot ionized wind shrieked across the frieghter shuttle's hull. It was bad, even for Mars. Usually, the western end of the Valles Marineris was protected by the eastern reaches of Noctis Labyrinthus. The "Labyrinth" acted as a shield, to slow the otherwise, high winds from the west to acceptable gusts. But this was the season of dust storms. What little there was from such adversity was now going south, as clouds of iron oxide tainted dust rose to unimaginable heights from winds coming from the north. Already committed to final approach, the freighter, Screaming Demon (a TAV) had just entered the Martian atmosphere and was traveling at Mach 12 and decelerating. The extremely high altitude dust clouds began eating away at the ceramic layers covering Screaming Demon's fuselage. The ship's maheuvering thrusters and control surfaces started taking damage, not unlike coarse sand paper against the surface of wood. Captain Paul Tanner, the pilot was attempting a landing at NAU's base at Chryse Planitia. The first of the wind sheers ate right into the ablative ceramics. His cybernetic interface with the heavy cargo carrier's flight control system kept him from diving to a collision with the plateau face along the northern side of the Great Rift. "Oh hell what hole did that dust wall crawl out of?" he growled. Tanner scanned the instruments with gun metal blue eyes, readjusted his pitch with lifters and adjusted his rate of deceleration. Two minutes later and too many miles to count down range, the freighter hit a second wall of dust at mach ten, this one with even more ferocity than the first one. Tanner, starting to see real trouble ahead, cut in the vertical lifters again and tried scanning for a place clear enough to land on. It was then that he realized his scanners were compromised from the erosive effects of the Martian dust.

"Mayday, mayday. This is the Screaming Demon, freighter IE-122. I've been hit with extreme wind sheer and dust. I'm attempting to set down to avoid a crash...activating my locator beacon for recovery." Tanner hissed an inhale as still another gust of wind sheer slammed into the freighter, causing it to snap roll to its port side as it lost altitude and more control surfaces. fighting for control at just over mach six and decelerating hard, Tanner dumped his load in a last ditch effort to gain altitude and level his ship. His decision to eject the cargo pod came in time to save his life while he rightedhis orien

 

1). Obey the GM.

2). Obey the TOS.

3). No God Moding.

4). No Controling Another Player's PC without His/Her Expressed Permission.

In the near future (2030) there are colonies on Mars from the North American Union, Europe, Russia, Asia and the oldest one that was started back in 1973. This secret base, located at Hydraotes Choas was funded by an international cartel of industrialists, bankers and globelists using advanced technology garnished from Nazi Germany at the close of WWII. They never used rocketry to acheive transportation from Earth to Mars. The background story borrows from (but is not limited to) the Universe of Cyberpunk the RPG. Also included in this story is that the hidden fact, that the Martian atmosphere is breathable and has mixed with Earth's atmosphere. This has taken place on and off through a series of close encounters up until a little over two thousand years ago. For info on how this happened, please check the website Firmamentandchaos.com in order to set the premise in the story's background. The story begins with an attempted atmospheric re-entry onto Mars by a TAV Pilot named Paul Tanner. I will begin the RPG with an intro and setup including supporting NPCs that I'll be using to interact and steer the game with the Player's PCs.


PCs include the following:
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Addendum:

Name:

Handle: Just like in "Doom" the Movie with the Rock.

Rank: Standard Army types.

Designation: Examples would be Soldiers (Goons only) or Techs (Everything else).



Human Types : Standard, Clone, Specialized DNA manipulation, Partial Cyborg enhanced with three previous meat types included, Fullbody Conversion Alph Class, or an International Electric Cyborg Dragoon aka (a GOON)
Refer to Chrome Book two of Cyberpunk R. Talsorian Games. (620 lbs) Cannon toting basket case.

Physical Description: Muscular, lean, fat slob. If he's partial enhanced give some interesting details like
say an extra arm or whatever.

Height: All Goons stand at 8 feet tall.

Weight: All Goons default at 620 lbs.

Eyes: If applicable. Goons have five eyes.

Hair: If applicable. Goons have none.

Background History: Goons often are the result of a heroic yet tragic near death experience and always were
the result of checking the box giving the DOD permission to completely rebuild
them from the ground up when they signed on for military duty. Biopods are not grown on
trees after all.

Equipment: Fusion cutters, Neutron cutters, cybernetic data probes like Robo Cop's forearm.
This would be non-combat in nature, Duh. Anyone remember that neat Predator emergency
medical kit? Just think of it as internalized for the Goons. Things like combat
stimulants, internal nano healers or other neat gadgits for internal medicine will do.
Goons will have all of the above plus all IR vision near-medium-far, Night vision, zoom
in, record play back, communications net work with all other Goons in range, targeting
optics, specialized internal chip making them ambidextorus and an expert with all
weapons systems ever created plus the ability to study and learn with an excelerated
learning curve. Yes gang. These be real monsters.


WEAPONS: Pulse Lasers (Terminator), Plasma Bolters (Predator), Rail Guns (Eraser), The Sten
Sci-Fi novel series "Willy" Guns using a Laser Rail Gun Hybred for launching a
microscopic Anti-Matter pellet down a Laser beam at a target That will be your
version of a sniper rifle. Believe me, on shot one kill.

special Note:

I'll need five Goons with Five

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Arran Iron

Designation: Soldier.

Rank: Private

Human Type : Fullbody Conversion


Physical Description: looks like nightmare(soul calibur 3) only with black mechanical parts all over and red for the "mutated arm" http://namco-ch.net/ps2_soulcalibur3/character/img/nightmare_b.jpg


Height: 6ft 2in

Weight: 270lbs

Eyes: white regularly red in combat mode

Hair: none

Background History: He was a regualar private in the military untill he ended up giving up his body for his general when a frag grenade was throwin out mid combat in front of them they both survived the general lost his leg for it but he lost more. His injuries were so serious they called for full body cybernetic replacements but the injuries wernt life threatening. After hours of intensive replacement surgury the vital organs were taken care of he could live but the other parts of his body werent yet. So after months upon years of hard surgurey and work he was able to return to the what he would call "the land of the living" but felt completely undead.

weapons: plasma great sword, plasma schitchmar, phase pulse pistol, concussion knuckels (on his right arm)

Gear: Black coated and highlighted armor on his torso and left arm

 

OCC: So, does this Munchkined/Soldier have a Handle?

 

ooc: a handle?

 

occ:
A handle. Yes. It's what your contemporaries refer to you as.
Examples: "Snake" Pliska from Escape from New York.
"Rocky" Balboa in The Movie Rocky.
"Iceman" in Topgun.
Another words your "nickname".

By the way. Are you designating your Full Body Conversion as a Goon or as a under sized model of some sort?
My reason for asking is that a Goon by default, weights in at 620 lbs. and stands 8 ft. tall. If you'd like we can refer to him as a scout model. Other wise we'll have to size him up, if that's ok with you. Advantages with scouts are that they are quicker and more evasive than a Goon. Not that Goons are slow and cumbersom either. You definately won't see these big boys doing a slow walk into enemy gun fire like they did at Solemn back in WWI. Goons can leap like a Kangaroo with those-dog like-legs of theirs, at fifty yards a hop in earth gravity from a standing start. Imagine what they can do in Mars' gravity.

 

OCC The "Nickname" was in reference to your PC, Arran Iron, not you yourself. Just C.M.A.

 

Vangarian- was my JD character approved?

 

ooc: ok my handel will be Ironman

 

OOC
Hey, now that is really cool. Would you like him to be a Scout or a full blown IEC Dragoon? Because I think we're going to start up with less players then at first anticipated. But when we get rolling, we'll also be getting some good action in too. And that is where the story starts drawing attention and interest from other prospective players. I've still yet to be able to find any website with an image of a Cyberpunk IEC Dragoon. So I'll see if I can get an image, when I post Alpha-16 from Chrome Book 2. It's awsome.

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Unknown, but people call me J.D. (for John Doe).

Handle: J.D.

Age: Unknown

Rank: Colonel

Designation: Medical Technician

Race: Human, Clone

Physique: 6'4", Slim, Muscular, and amazingly Handsome (Basically the opposite of me in real life)

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blond

Weight: 190

Family: Unknown

Talents / Skills: Incredibly smart, manipulative, and devious

Tools & Equipment: combat stimulants, internal nano healers, and other neat gadgets for internal medicine

Weapons: The non-Star Trek equivalent of a Phaser

Biography: No memory before about 6 months ago. Woke up one day without anything but clothes and a tag that read 'Model 1138'. Joined up with whatever group this is, advanced to colonel, switched to medicine.

 

Sorry Mike but you didn't have a rank inserted on your first CS from the other board. As for the sudden advancement to Colonel...Ahemmm! Lets get real please. There will be only one individual whose is in command of this cargo pod and thus mission. J.D. will be busy enough tending to his patients and dealing with the wounded. Yeah you're devious alright. Nice try, buddy. Heh, heh, heh.

 

O.O.C

Ok, It's time to get this show started.

Name: Alpha-16

Handle: Nimrod

Age: 30

Rank: Captain

Designation: Special Forces Dragoon Soldier

Race: Standard Human

Physique: Full Body Conversion Combat/Warfare Frame

Eyes: None. Cyborg only. Five optics, IR, Thermographic, Starlight, Targeting w. Zoom and Ultraviolet
All optics are interfaced for an overlap image, includes record play back, live transmission
to Satelite or other Dragoons in a fire team.

Hair: None

Weight: 620 Lbs.

Family: Military Secret

Skill/Talent: Stratagist, Tactician, Team Leader 5-10 Member Unit all Dragoons.

Equipment: Adjustable according to any given mission.

Weapons: High Power Pulse Lasers, High Energy Plasma Casters, Inertialess Rail Guns, (New optian) "Willy"
Gun (Fires Microscopic Antimatter Pellots down an Aiming IR Laser to Target.)

Biography: Military Secret



Technical Specialist/Cybernetics Chief Master Sargent Ken Speers:

Name: Ken Speers

Handle: "Kato"

Age: 33

Rank: Chief Master Sargent

Race: Standard Human/Asian

Physique: Muscular and Athletic

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Weight: 185 Lbs.

Family: Parents, Karl and Sarah Speers. (Adoptive parents) No other siblings.

Talent/Skill: Ken has studied Jeet Kun Do and Ninjitsu. He is a skilled Cyberneticist and is the
personal CyberTechnician to Alpha-16. His skills also includes software creation.

Equipment: From Bubble Gum/Bailing Wire to An Armatron 320 HDS Digital Hexite/Ceramic Fabrication Unit.

Weapons: Anything from a teacup to a human sized "Willy" Gun. Ken though not a Goon, is a Weapon!

Bio: Adopted and Raised by Karl and Sarah Speers with love and encouragement, A devout Christian,
Ken was one of a kind that excelled at whatever he applied himself to learn, whether it was
Ninjitsu from his Uncle Mike or Jeet Kun Do from his Father. After he graduated from Highschool
at 16, Ken applied for and entered MIT where he studied advanced robotics and cybernetics
engineering. After graduating from MIT, Ken entered in the U.S. Army and passed special
security requirements which opened a whole New World for him. The World of Black Ops., but that
was just the beginning....
He later was briefed on the existance of the Secret Bases on Mars and that Mars was Human
Habitable without Domed environments because the atmosphere was oxygen rich at 21%. Since then
Ken has traveled to and from the Red Planet 12 times by Field Propulsion Craft for Black Missions
that entailed some adjustments to the power structure on Mars. This is his first delivery
mission and only he knows what is in the "Special Deep Cold Container" the team is attempting to
deliver to Chryse Planitia.

 

Game start:
I.C.C.
Emergency lighting and klaxons where doing there thing as Alpha-16 booted up his operating system. 235 nanoseconds later he was cleared to move and began rising. "Alarms stand down. Alpha-16 password 51522517."
The alarms cut out. "Mission ops respond. What is our statis?" Mission ops transmitted its response. Alpha-16 accessed the download with increasing unease. The Cargo pod was basically intact and on Mars but not at Chryse Planitia. He merged with the data stream and accessed the count of on board personnel. Kato, Ironman and JD were green and coming online. The others were in storage mode and would have to be awakened. They weren't of any use at this time. He accessed the digital flight recording to see what happened to their ride in.

"Oh boy. This is not even remotely cool," he murmured. The TAV hit several waves of high altitude martian dust, during insertion to Mars' atmosphere.

"What's up big brother, Nimrod?" croaked Kato.

"We've got a situation, Kato, he growled. It looks like we've ended up near the northern side of Hebe Chasm." Alpha-16 looked at Kato with five optical sensors and listened to his heart beating at a slightly elivated rate, with sonic sensors that could hear a mouse fart at five hundred feet.

"What happened to the pilot?"

"A very good question, Master Sargent. I wish I new for certain. The BBR says his command and control pod seperated just before the flight module impacted with the north wall of the chasm. Unfortunately I can't link up with the pod, with all the dust blowing around out there."

"You going EVA, sir?"

"I'm thinking that might be necessary, if he's wounded up there, Kato."

"Let me see what the wall height is around here." Kato studied the information and computed their location along the chasm wall.

"Captain, you've got a 2.3 kilometer climb to his level if he's near the chasm's edge. If he didn't make it clear of the edge after seperation...well we'll know at least."

O.O.C.

Tag: Ironman? JD?

 

After waking up to all these alarms going off, I run to the place where Nimrod is, and say,
"Colonel Doe reporting. What the hell is going on here?"
In response to the imminent remark regarding my military rank, I reply,
"Suck it up, Nimrod, or else I will pour some acid in your next oil bath!"
If you decide to tell me what's going on, I will reply,
"Well, I always did want to learn to fly..."
and then add
"But I guess I could go out there with Rod and healify the dude"
I'd get my medicinal stuff and head out.

 

IC:Ironman

"hmmmp so whats our course of action" Ironman inquires as he rises from his seat walking over to nimrod,kato and JD. Scaning his current surroundings with his cybernetic white eyes and moving around his giant lump of an right arm making sure it still functions properly. "anything we should do, except for cargo which is an obvious."

 

IC:
"Ironman, shouldn't we go out and look for the pilot? I mean, if you want me to fly this crate, then I'm cool with that, too, but I think Nimrod over there wants to go all heroic and save the dude."

 

"Good morning Leuitenant Doe. Nice of you to show up on such short notice. We have a situation here in which our TAV pilot is MIA. We managed to get a down load from the ship's flight recorder. The data indicates a flight deck seperation fifteen seconds prior to the main ship's impact into the north wall of Hebe Chasm. We (the cargo) are currently at the bottom of Hebe Chasm. So apparently the pilot dumped us before it was too late to climb at all. As to whether or not he's alive is unknown but certainly not impossible."

"Kato your the acting cargo master; give us the low down of the special cargo". Kato pulled out his ID Tags. A data chip was hanging with them. He removed the chip and inserted it into the portable missions flash reader. The screen showed the DOD logo a series of Statutes that covered the cargo, then proceeded with the information. It was a Hazardus Material Cargo Manifest listing the cargo as "Carbon Death".

Tag J.D., Ironman.

 

IC
"Hmm... Carbon Death, eh? Nimrod! As your commanding officer, I command you to go check it out. Open it up, smell it, even taste it if you must!
I will go after the pilot!"

 

IC
"At ease, Leuitenant! You can try that section eight crap with somebody more gullible! You know as well as I that you aren't equiped to handle a martian dust storm of this magnetude on top of a climb up the north face of Hebe Chasm, which in this vicinity is about two kilometers to the top! One more thing! Where did you get the idea you were going to fly anything!? The TAV shuttle is totaled in the northern side of the Chasm! The only thing that's left other than the command module of the TAV is this cargo pod! So tell me Leutenant Doe, I see your lights are on but nobody seems to be home in that cranium of yours. Would you be so kind as to think before you speak or is that too hard for you to do? I swear I haven't heard one statement that makes any kind of sense out of you since you woke up! Have you shown any hypersensitivity to your phibrezine prescription on your medical records, because that tranqualizer has been known to have adverse effects such as delusions and maglomania and also episodes of irrational behavior including violence and pychopathy."

TAG Ironman, JD

 

"At ease, Leuitenant! You can try that section eight crap with somebody more gullible! You know as well as I that you aren't equiped to handle a martian dust storm of this magnetude on top of a climb up the north face of Hebe Chasm, which in this vicinity is about two kilometers to the top! One more thing! Where did you get the idea you were going to fly anything!? The TAV shuttle is totaled in the northern side of the Chasm! The only thing that's left other than the command module of the TAV is this cargo pod! So tell me Leutenant Doe, I see your lights are on but nobody seems to be home in that cranium of yours. Would you be so kind as to think before you speak or is that too hard for you to do? I swear I haven't heard one statement that makes any kind of sense out of you since you woke up! Have you shown any hypersensitivity to your phibrezine prescription on your medical records, because that tranqualizer has been known to have adverse effects such as delusions and maglomania and also episodes of irrational behavior including violence and pychopathy."

OOC: I read it wrong... I didn't realize there was noting to fly...
IC:
"Yeah, you lost me at 'at ease'. No matter. What, then, do you suggest we do, Thesaurus-bot?
And don't pull that medical venacular with me. I'm the med-tech on this bucket, so leave all medical rants and long lists of terms that nobody understands to ME!!!"

 

IC:Ironman

"heh burned..." Ironman says under his nonexisistant breath "JD recognize your position you maybe the med person on this mission but that doesnt mean he wont courtmartial you, or order you reasigned to a different more less post for your disrespect. So i personally sugest you close the gaping hold in your head you love to call a mouth and use the other two holes in the sides of your head called ears and show some respect to whos in command right now." Ironman says slightly longwindedly. Which is useually more than he would say.

Tag: All

 

OOC: I read it wrong... I didn't realize there was noting to fly...
IC:
"Yeah, you lost me at 'at ease'. No matter. What, then, do you suggest we do, Thesaurus-bot?
And don't pull that medical venacular with me. I'm the med-tech on this bucket, so leave all medical rants and long lists of terms that nobody understands to ME!!!"[/quote]

OOC: Not a problem. You're doing fine! I'm just having some fun at your expense for a change.


"Lighten up ,Leautenant Doe, unless you want a new rank of buck private!"

Nimrod's Thermographics focused on J.D's. facial heat patterns as his air plane wing shaped antenas pivoted up to full alert position.

"If you've got a problem with how I'm commanding this unit, that's just really tough! As for the briefing on the Special Cargo, that is for your need to know, what we are guarding with our lives! Your sarcastic command to open the container, etc., etc. is not remotely appreciated! Do you understand!? Any more clap trap from your yap is going to result in you being stuffed back into the sleep freezer until the emergency is passed and I don't care how greatly you think your ass is indispencible. I'll stuff you in myself and not think twice about it! Do you have a proper assessmant of the situation Lt.!?"

The Captain was now leaning over, well into Leiutenant Doe's face. You could have heard a pin drop, the silence was more intense then the previous dressing down.

OOC: *
If Lt. fails the intelligence test, Nimrod will be taking him bodily to the sleep freezer and stuff him in it.

IC:
"Ironman, you're with me *(and Doctor Doom here). We will attempt to recover the pilot or at least his body. If we should come under attack, your job is to protect him and get him back to the ship while I lay down a suppressing fire at any hostiles we might come across. If the Pilot is lost then *(protect the Leiutenant as) we retreat back to the cargo pod. Again I'll cover the retreat. We'll take the crawler for transportation. You outfit it for our assent up the wall. As for weapons on this mission? Other than your personal weapons, we'll use Rail guns and grenade launchers only, since Lasers, Plasmas and especially Willy Guns won't work in this dust without major concequences.

Kato, you guard the cargo until we get back. If we don't return open the sealed orders that apply to the situation. Barring that, see what you can do to get this heap ship shape and the rest of the team up and running. Let's go, people!"

Fifteen minutes later the Crawler was rolling down the exit ramp towards the northern wall of Hebe Chasm.

TAG! guys

 

OOC: How do I do an Intelligence test?

 

OOC:

Answer: Say "yes, sir," to your commanding officer (Alpha-16 aka Nimrod) and don't give him anymore lip, especially about having the false rank of colonel appended to your name, Lt. Then you'll pass the intelligence test.

Ironman: If you want to play out your outfitting of the crawler, feel free to indulge while JD takes the intelligence test.