Introduction:


Factions:


Applications:





My App:

Name: Reece Ezakiel
Age: 19
Faction: Ger-Tarda Marines
Appearance: Taller than average with blonde-short cropped hair. Brown eyes and dimples. He often wears basic camo clothing, but recently received light body armour from his faction. The symbol of the burning pheonix is on it, his allocated squadron's crest. He is very muscular and fit.
Weapon: Plasma rifle
History: Australian born, Reece grew up there, and his family moved to America when he was 13. He joined the army at the age of 17, although he managed to avoid duty in Iraq, he did serve in an elite squad who were tasked with taking down a large terrorist threat in the Egypt area. When the Ger-Tarda attacked America, they took the strongest and most elite of the army to join their own, and Reece was taken up with them. Trained with their weapons and handed an automatic voice translater (an object most factions have at their disposal for translating languages. It is attached to the throat, and reads what is said, giving an electronic message in the native language. The English language was learned from the World Wide Web.)
Other:

Looks like a very promising rp. I'll try and make a good app by tomorrow or so.

Come on guys. Give it a chance...

Leo still waiting on that app.

Erm, no, this is not my app...yet.

I just wanted to ask if I could be one of the dwarves that fought with the robots? If not, I'll just make a Marines app.

Umm... Because you have shown interest, of course. You can be a dwarf.

Obsessed much?

Meh, I'll try to think of a character, if only to get more RPs that are actually still alive in here.

I know. I've just joined every RP I could that was modern and maybe a few that were medevial simply to get the RP room going again. Do consider joining.

Name: Leo Crimson
Age: 35
Faction: Robotic Field
Appearance: Stands about the average height of a dwarf, 4'7, well-built. Wears a leather hauberk, boots, gloves and a green cloak.
Weapon: Battleaxe
History: As a child, Leo was a natural at programming thigns and thinking well. Constantly, he would pit robot against robot in areas just to see how effective they were; the victor would be sent out to the battlefields while the loser would be upgraded and then sent out. Soon growing tired of this, Leo then joined the robots in the fields, ready for some physical action.
Other: N/A

Yes, not a very detailed app, but my imagination and creative thinking has been rather limited lately.



Perhaps I should take the title as High King of the Dwarves.

Metal armor... Check
Advance weaponry... Check
Orbital Superiority... Check

ZoMg, SpAcE mArInEs!!!!!!
For the Emperor <3

Leo my freind! At last. Of course, accepted. If you like, you can make another app for a human, but that's up to you. As for imagination, characters (well I know mine are like this) are never what they start out like. Except for appearance, I find they develop their own personality depending on the situation and RP as a whole. Dunno if anyone else feels this way, just a self observation.

A Hero in Orbit... Someone finally caught on... lol.

One more app an I'll start IC, or 2 days. Whatever comes first.

I wonder if you remember me TMFOS

Well, seeing how you tried to be sneaky I'm just going to pretend that it's the SM, since I am still hooked on DoW II

Name: Sgt. Meftah
Age: 27
Faction: Space Marines
Appearance: Normal SM armor that's been decorated for his years of battle. He doesn't wear a helmet, so his face is visible. Even though he is 27, he looks like he's in his early 20s. He has short, dark-brown, hair and brown eyes. He also stands at a whopping 6'7"
Weapon: Bolter that has had many blessings bestowed upon it. Also carries a chain-sword as a melee weapon to switch out to
History: Meftah is a man with a serious attitude. His temper has gotten him plenty of demotions, but his amazing feats on the battlefield has kept him up in rank. His whole family was in the military since day one, so he is only filling in the spot that was expected of him. He loves the battle though. He is constantly looking for ways to find a woman to 'plant his seed in' (Yes, I am listening to Birthday Sex right now lmao)
Other: Can get cocky, and is well respected among the terminators.

Hey, it's Byahh! Nice to see you again.

You still interested in Habok?

It's not Byahh...

It's Meftah. Although both have tendancy of naming their characters Adam.

Wonder if you still remember me Meftah, The Dark Years? The Hollow?

Oh, I know who you are Meftah. Especially from the Halo: Discovery RP. Oh and your avatar kinda says your name dude... lol.

... Meftah, your app is kinda... I can live with you calling them the Space Marines, but try not to alter the actual Ger-Tarda Marines. Although similar, they are not the exact same, so differences must be kept. It's kinda like DOW but with a different story line. Such as humanity has a double that mimic the Imperial Guard. Anyway, just clear these things up and accepted:
1. Are you an original Space Marine? Or human with years of human battle exp?
2. Ger-Tarda Marines don't have bolters. They have heavy grata-guns, but no bolters (heavy grata-guns being the second image link in the description.) The chain sword you can keep, because I don't want to be to mean.

I will post first IC later. Hero in Orbit, fix that up and accepted.

I read my name in the topic description, so obviously I had to join.

Name: Jonathan Kovacs
Age: 27
Faction: Reberthian
Appearance: Jonathan, or Jon for short, is about 6 feet tall and he has a slender build. He has dark-brown eyes and equally dark hair. He also has a well maintained, short, red beard (yeah, genetics are weird). He usually wears whatever camouflage works best for the given situation, but prefers a black leather suit.
Weapon: CRT 09B, and various stealth weapons (fish wire for choking people, throwing knives)
History: Jonathan was a promising freelance assassin before Earth was invaded. Because of his aptitude for stealth and silent killing, the Reberthians caught him and gave him a choice: joing their faction, or death. He has been a valuable member of their faction since that day.
Other: Jonathan is also slightly better than average sniper.

I'm new at RPing, so tell me if I do anything wrong.

Name: Todd Baker
Age: 22
Faction: Ger-Tarda Marines
Appearance: Standing around 6-foot 5-inches, Todd has black hair in a butch haircut and is often seen in his battle gear, suit and helmet. His left shoulder has a red cross, a symbol of the old medics of Earth. He's strong enough for a soldier.
Weapon: Plasma Pistol Sidearm and Medical Kit
History: Before Earth was attacked, Todd joined the military as a field medic. He was part of the army that attempted to repel the invasion and was one of the only survivors. Seeing the Ger-Tarda Marines as something close to Earth's original army but more high-tech, Baker joined this faction, also as a medic, as soon as volunteers were needed.
Other: Todd has only 1 year of Earthling military training and spent 6 months in the Ger-Tarda.

By the way, what's the day the Earth was invaded and present-day?

Thanks for that. I was waiting for another post.

=P Daimonius. Accepted.

Slo, a sound app. It's what I'd expect from any others. It's fine. You wish to know the dates because of your reference to six months? If so, because I look after my RPers, it is based about six months from now, today being the day we get invaded. Sound good? I just hope they don't find a cure for cancer or something like that in the next six months... lol anyway,

One other thing, I will be controlling the leaders of each faction. It's totally up to you what you do with the orders, as you are your own player.

Let's get this show on the road shall we?

IC:
Reece stared skywards as another large construct shot from the sky in a flaming ball of fire. It landed a few hundred meters from him, and the resounding crash nearly shook him off his feet. He stumbled towards it, now forming a defensive perimeter around it, as the builders began assembling the barracks. A large charge of Berlum began their attack as Reece aimed his rifle and fired. Several bullets deflected off the soldier next to him and hit a builder. The others continued building unaffected. The Ger-Tarda marines stood fast against the tide of the Berlum and the attack was repelled. Reece looked along the line. No marine moved. Their guns aimed forwards, their facial expressions covered by the masks. He wondered if they were as scared as he was. He was stuck in a war out gunned, and out sized, out smarted, out everything. The humans had been sucked in and were in the process of being spat out. He'd already seen another few hundred humans die today. Laser wounds to the stomach, missing limbs that had cauterized instantly. It was like a nightmare he couldn't awake from. Another wave of Berlum ran over a nearby hill and the sights of the Ger-Tarda turned to face them. Reece turned with them, but another attack from behind began and the marine's forces were split. By now the Berlum had reached the line from the rear, and the marines had dropped their weapons for their powerful size. They began cutting through the enemy with swords and fist blades. The other side was still engaged in ranged combat and Reece aimed for that. At least they could miss in ranged quite easily. In melee, it's another story. He leapt aside as a grenade came flying in and sent him sprawling to the side. He got back up, now shaken, and ran into the ranged fray. He pointed aimlessly and fired. Noting he felled a few, he didn't feel much different considering the huge number that were approaching. A cheer came from behind him as the last marine fell from melee combat. The Berlum began attacking the builders who continued to build despite their approaching doom. Reece reached down and noted a helmet that had fallen from a marine's head. He picked it up, and found a radio inside. He tried pulling at it, but with no success. Pushing the little radiowave icon on the side of the helmet he heard static from inside the helmet.
"Umm... We need support to barracks construct 12. Orbital attack is requested?"
Reece turned it off, and heard a reply, but couldn't understand it.
"Damn-it."
The reply came again.
"I can't understand you. Just shoot them!"
There was a silence for about 10 seconds. Reece looked behind him. There were only 6 builders left. Suddenly a blue beam appeared all around the Berlum who became confused. Ger-Tarda marines began stepping out of the beams, and felling the Berlum like dominoes. A huge hand grabbed his shoulder and Reece flinched as it dug in. He tried to turn and pull away, but the hand was extremely powerful. He couldn't see, but he could see it was from his faction, which gave him some respite. Another hand reached over and grabbed the helmet out of his hands. He was released, and he turned around. His squad's commander stood looking at him. The marine slowly removed his helmet. Reece couldn't tell whether he was wild or not, but he wasn't sure. The commander's face was solid. There was not a strip of emotion showing. He was scarred completely, as if he was 1000 years old and had been fighting every single moment of it. He looked down and stared at Reece, and a sudden grin came across his face. He's going to kill me, and he's going to enjoy it...
He put out a hand, and Reece looked at it. He slowly took it and the commander pulled him up. A smaller marine approached from his left, and stood beside Reece.
"Hello, my name is Yer-Hara, and I'm one of the only intellectual marines in the army. I will be your translater for the coming events."
"Coming events?" Reece asked.
"All in due time. First the commander wishes to speak to you." Yer-Hara nodded to him.
"Your actions on this battlefield were... not taken well upstairs. I managed to convince them to help you, but it did cost me some of my favours," Yer-Hara translated, "but I beleive it was worth it to discover you. Yer-Hara here is one of the few marines with... umm... the word isn't easily translated... initative? Yes. Marines are born and bred for killing and dying. The centuries we have lived for, we have developed a lack of brain, and gained brawn. You will be trialled and tested, and if you succeed human, you will be the first commander not Ar-Kala born (our homeland). This is such a magnificant honour, and if you succeed I will earn back my favours. Follow me. We will see the General. He is the only one with the ability to promote. He is very smart, so do not attempt to lie or cheat him, lest your life be forfeit. Am I understood?"
Reece nodded.
"Good, it is important we go now."
Yer-Hara seemed tired. Reece nudged him.
"Hmm... Oh... sorry, it's just, this English, there are so many rules, and then they all have so many exceptions, it is very difficult to learn. Quite a strain."
"Haha, of course."
The trio entered of the blue beams and were immediately in a ship somewhere kilometers above the earth. Yer-Hara turned to him and the commander walked off.
"Go, clean and dress in this. You may not see the General in a battlesuit. But be aware that if you do succeed and gain his blessing, you will be granted a custom fit suit. They are quite comfortable I am told too..."
Reece took the clothes and followed Yer-Hara to a strange room where there were capsules. He motioned him towards one with an open door. Reece carefully stepped inside. Suddenly a huge sucking force began pulling him upwards, but his feet seemed rooted to the ground. After only a few seconds it stopped. He stood back out, and was handed back his clothes.
"What...?"
"Oh, that is our cleaning system. Very efficient. Please though don't make me explain. Trust me, you are very clean."
Reece raised an eyebrow but accepted what the man said.
"Put these on, I'll wait outside. Oh, if you have any side effects from the Vera-Duct, please don't forget to inform me. They take a bit of getting used to."
Yer-Hara walked outside, and Reece was about to take his shirt off, when he got very dizzy. He fell onto his knees, and his mind went blank, then black.

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Good luck guys. Over and Out.

Your story still open for more characters?

If so:

Name: John. If you want the character to have a military rank, Captain.
Age:16.
Faction:Ger-Tarda Marines:
Appearance: Typical marine. Taller then average height. Crew-cut. Has black hair, although it could be any color due to the short length. Green-blue eyes.
Weapon:A plasma rifle with four or five spare clips (depending on how low the camp he is currently assigned to is running on ammo).
History: Enlisted at the age of 14. Currently a second year Marine.
Other:American born. When he got the chance, he enlisted in the Marines. Does not talk about his past much. John was lucky in that the recruiter he went to had a quota of people to sign up for the year, and he was one short. Wanting that shiney gold star on his record he signed John up no questions asked.

~John

Hehe, I cut my last post off short due to running out of time. Time to continue it.

John, Accepted.

IC:
Reece was awakened to a shaking motion. Yer-Hara was standing over him, now changed into formal wear, and shaking him vigorously. Reece was shocked, as one of the weakest, he was still stronger than the average human.
"I was unsure of how to awake you. I hope no injury occurred in the waking process?"
"Uhh... no I'm fine, besides my head..."
"I knew about those new to the system often suffered some sort of headaches and such, but never passing out. Interesting, considering... Never mind, I took the liberty of changing you while you were asleep. We must hurry, we cannot keep the General waiting."
Reece sat up and looked down at his clothes. They were a silky almost see-through material that was as light as air. Red and white patterns covered it, and it was similar to a human bathrobe in length. He stood up and leant on Yer-Hara.
"Thanks for coming to find me."
"My duty is all."
Reece nodded.
"Let's go," he said.
Yer-Hara slowly stepped back away from Reece, and he managed to maintain balance.
"I can walk alone."
The marine walked out and Reece followed him. Now walking slightly faster, Reece was unable to remember where they had came from. Everything looked exactly the same as it had before they turned the corner. Suddenly Yer-Hara stopped in front of a completely inconspicous door. One just the same as the next.
"Through here is the council's podium. There the council and the General will talk to you. Remember, always answer truthfully and do not speak unless asked a question directly. Do not worry I will only speak when you are being adressed, as they may talk among themselves often."
Yer-Hara placed his palm on an oval shape in the center of the door and it slid open. Reece noted immediately the darkness of the room. In the very center was a bright light shining directly down onto a podium. A loud voice boomed and it echoed around the room. Yer-Hara pushed him inside and the door shut behind him. He approached the podium, Yer-Hara a few meters back. He did not notice his approach, but when he reached the podium, Yer-Hara had already taken up a seat directly next to him. Again the same voice bounced off the walls as it spoke in the strange language that was the Ger-Tarda tongue.
Yer-Hara sat up straighter and began to speak, "Human... So it has come that we finally find one worthy to fullfill the task of commanding the Squadron of Light, against the Blasphemous Horde. You human, have been watched, tested and have passed. It annoys me that it was a mere human that has been chosen but... we do not write the rules, for if we did, life would have no meaning. So it is with great patience that I present to you, the council, the one who would do you justice. The Tah-Yagi."
A resounding silence followed. Reece still could not see anything besides him and Yer-Hara. Yer-Hara did not move. Almost trance-like he sat motionless staring ahead. The minutes that followed Reece became increasingly nervous. He remained still though, and showed nothing. Eventually another 20 minutes passed when a light suddenly turned on, and Reece flinched. In the spot light stood a being wearing a full black cloak with a hood that covered his eyes but his mouth was visible and it was a thin smile.
"Tah-Yagi posseses the quality, Patience."
The man sat down and the light turned off. Another light turned on and again another man stood up.
"Tah-Yagi posseses the quality, Intelligence."
Yet again, the man sat down and the light turned off. A third man and light appeared.
"Tah-Yagi posseses the quality, Value for Allied Life."
The man sat down. There was a several second gap till the next light, but this time, the light was directly in front of him. 10 meters from where he stood, a man clad in red plate armour covering every inch of his entire body was seated. The man was easily 10 foot tall, and his arms were like tree trunks. He stood up now, and looked directly at Reece. The man's eyes were dark blue and seemed to pierce his.
Yer-Hara suddenly squirmed in his seat beside Reece, and began to speak.
"My name is Ger-Mandat. You must call me General. You have been identified with having the mentioned qualities, and bear the mark of the light. On the back of you shoulder? Do you not? A 'brithmark' resembling a 1/4 moon?"
"Yes."
"Do you understand that the position we are giving you means that should you ever fail, your death will result?"
Reece gulped, "Yes." He knew they weren't giving him a choice.
"I hope you don't ever fail. The position of commander is wanted and feared. The squad you will be in control of, is the elite of our army. They will not like you. Don't take it personally. You must earn their respect. They will follow your orders, simply because you are their commander, though sleep lightly human. Do you now accept the position knowing what you now know?"
"If I decline?"
"You die."
"I accept."
"I knew you'd see it like that. You are now considered an officer in our rankings. New information is currently being read by our forces everywhere. The Tah-Yagi has been found and crowned. Many will celebrate, many will hate you for it. Go now, I have other matters."
Yer-Hara was already pulling him out of the room.
"Yer-Hara," Reece felt the marine stiffen beside him, "I want you to stay with the human, show him the ropes, make sure he lasts the night. Can you at least do that?"
"Sir, of course..." Yer-Hara whispered. A grunt from the General followed.
Reece suddenly realised Yer-Hara didn't speak. The General's voice was being absorbed into his ears and understood in his mind. He said nothing.
Yer-Hara pulled him out into the hallway. Reece noted that Yer-Hara looked... smaller?
"Wow, they really outdid themselves this time..." he mumbled.
Reece raised his eyebrow, "In what context?"
"You'll need a mirror, but you're not in your weak human shell anymore. Each being has an inner strength which can be brought out and shown on the outside by the council. I think it best if you saw for yourself. We must see the armourer now anyway, so you will see yourself soon."
Reece was unsure what he meant, but he shrugged it off. He began following Yer-Hara through the hallways again.

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OoC:
If someone wants me to help them get started, just say so. I'm sure you're all capable though.

OoC: I'll base my character's story on the events after the Construction of Construct 12. Easier than thinking up of a new setting.


IC:
The Marine on the ground wasn't bleeding. He was having his guts spill out from a sword wound. The Berlum had cut through 4 inches of who-knows-what-metal armor. Todd nearly broke his foot after kicking the chest of a suit (and nearly died of the beating he received after). But here was proof that the armor could be cut open as easily as he could rip up paper.

The Marine was gasping in pain, but not as much as an Earthling would. Todd's monitor showed he was going to die any second. He did everything he could: removed the burnt flesh, sewed up the sliced organs, the works. But the monitor flat-lined anyway; he was dead. Todd simply ran to another twitching Marine on the floor. It was the same story with him as with the next one and the next one. Marines were created to be something like a suicide soldier in the sense that most of them died quickly in the end. In 6 months, he treated nearly 1000 soldiers. Only 18 survived.

"Baker!" screamed a Sergeant.

If it's another dying Marine, I'm gonna slit open his neck and end his misery. "Yes, sir?"

"Get a stretcher and load up as many live Marines as you can! Take them to the infirmary."

Well, it's close. At least they die on the way. Todd thought bitterly.

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The infirmary, which came with each barracks, was state-of-the-art. The building came as sanitized as a hospital, but would be covered in blood by the end of day two. The equipment was as high-tech as a medic could want: shrapnel removers, stitchers, vital monitors, wound acceleraters. But most "medics," or butchers as Todd thought of them, didn't bother with these tools. "Cut it out" was their motto. It was usually taken literally.

Todd was attaching mechanical fingers to a mechanical hand before attaching it to Marine when someone else shouted, "Reberth-" before he was stabbed at the neck. The medic tensed for a moment, and looked at the spy. He was fleeing. Is he running toward me? No, he was going the opposite way. The medic, quickly uninterested, turned back down to his "project." Each butcher raised a plasma rifle burned the spy into a crisp. Baker paid no attention as he continued his work for the Marine. This was the routine since he joined the Ger-Tarda Marines.

A Sergeant came into the building. "Heads up! We have a wave of Robotics are heading this way!"


OoC:
Why do I get the feeling that this was too long?

Finally, a shooter RP. I'm in....I hope.

Name: Kuji

Age: 22

Faction: The Rebirthians

Appearance: He wears full body armor with a helment on. The helmet has almost all sort of sensors and making his voice sound like a robots. He stands at 6'6 with a belt on and a backpack.

Weapon: CRT O9B with extra clips in his pack, spare gernades and a plasma type pistol

History: He doesn't speak much of his past, but most of it was always training and creating new armor.

Other: None.

Too long? That's a pretty good length for your first IC.


Yo Mfos, how exactly should I come in since I'm a dwarf? Is there some kind of battle going on?

Listen, I don't know if any of you have been in my RPs but I'm pretty lax. Leo, if you want, there's a battle going on. Make your character into whatever you want. Believe me, this RP will be epic. You wont be able to be invincible. I'll help you though.

FatPeopleLagIRL, accepted. It's a pretty basic app, but there's not much to define in this RP anyway. Btw, next time I make reference to you, you'll be FPLIRL ok? Every shortens my name, and yours is long too so...

Anyway, Slo, that's a fine first post. If you think it's too long, try finding some of Silavor's posts in the Final Fantasy RP. Then you'll know what long means.

IC:
The Controller glanced around. His squad was 286 strong and he knew the capabilities of the enemy. They would be on them soon, and they would not know. He glanced around and pointed to a nearby dwarf. One he knew as Leo. A good leader.
"You, grab a squad of 30 odd and secure the left flank."
He turned back to view the battlefield. The small mesa they had taken residence on was an excellent vantage point against the Ger-Tarda, Berlum and that damned Horde, but the faction that needed not care about vantage points was the Reberthians. The Controller watched from above as thousands upon thousands of Robots, controlled by the dwarves situated several hundred meters below them, fought, died, killed and came back to life. The Berlum continued their assault, but were losing ground and were about to retreat, but several scout bots had reported a nearby Reberthians camp. He turned around to face to remaining dwarves. He noticed Leo had already left, as his army had been cut down a bit. He raised his hand, clenched it to a fist, and dropped his into his palm. The dwarves cheered and began marching down the plateau towards the battle.

OoC:
Leo, may you be prosperous with that squad. I'm not sure if thats what you had in mind but, you do what you want with it.

IC: Jon saw how his teammate got shot by half a dozen Marine medics, who seemed to have pulled their rifles from nowhere. It was only a short instant of carelessness, but it was enough for one of the Marines to see something. Their only option was killing the guard, making one of them lose their cover. The one that was appointed tried running away, he was an easy target. Killing him, the Marines thought they had killed all of the spies.

Jon bowed his head and, without actually making a sound, whispered: "Thank you." Every Reberthian knew this could happen, and all accepted the risk. If your squad is discovered, the one lowest in rank must drop his cover and sacrifice his life for the team, and the entire race. Jon signaled the rest of the squad, still in stealth mode, which now consisted of him and three other, to continue moving forward. Their mission was killing officers, not lowly guards or medics.

A Sergeant came in, yelling something about Robotics. As soon as he finished speaking, Jon threw one of his knives across the room. It landed right in the Sergeant's chest. He was dead before he hit the floor. The squad quickly moved away from the scene, to make sure their cover wouldn't be compromised.

I'll wait for Leo to give an IC, and anyone else who wants to before I continue. I have a plan to group all those in the Ger-Tarda and get them together, but Leo, wow just to keep sane, you might wanna make another character either in the Marines or the Reberthians.

Bullets and plasma whizzed over head. Marines and Robotics were on the floor, one staying down and the other springing back up.

"MEDIC!"

Todd wished they wouldn't scream into the radio. Every medic had a radio and friendly-locater linked to each soldier in his platoon. It worked fine even if a soldier whispered. He saw a charging Robotic and fired one shot, two shots. Another robot down. Another robot up.

He wondered where the Sergeant who warned about the attack was. Everyone rushed out of the infirmary in a hurry, getting prepped for battle, leaving the Sergeant behind.

Seeing a fallen Marine, he ran over and dragged him behind a hastily dug trench. It took 10 seconds. Before the time was up, the Marine was already dead.

"Damn." Todd muttered. No time for tears. This is war. Treat them where they are, then drag.

Another Marine fell. Baker ran over, cut away the jagged armor with a Blow Torch. Used a Shrapnel Remover to take out the bullets. Applied an Adhesive Combat Bandage. Injected pain killers (something three times as powerful as Morphine). Replaced the cut-out armor with a few metal plates. The Marine sprang back up like one of the Robotics and kept on fighting. Make it Number 19. Though it wouldn't matter. They were suicide soldiers until the battle was done or they was dead.

Then something strange happened. A flash of steel and a Marine staggered to a shoulder wound. Baker ran to take off something jutting out, but then a trio of bullets pierced the Marine's helmet and he crumpled to the ground, blood splattered on the inside of it. Something similar was happening to the other Marines and even the Robotics were suffering, their circuits and wires flying everywhere.

What the... Todd thought as everyone was dropping. Both sides stopped firing, too busy finding who was killing who. Then a distorted arm came flying at Todd. The medic raised his arm where his neck was and pain came with a knife stuck in his forearm. He fired his pistol randomly and a soldier materialized in front of him.

Reberthian... "Rebirthians! Here!" The medic shouted.

"Retreat!" Yelled the Commander in charge.

Todd did not need to be told twice. He turned and ran, injecting a third of the amount of pain killers needed for a Ger-Tarda and throwing his arms at all unclear images. Everyone was running back to where they came, firing randomly behind themselves, sometimes hitting an ally or an enemy.

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Back at Construct 12, Baker looked around. Nearly 500 soldiers went to fight. Around 45 came back, the others either dead or left behind, including the Commander. And yet Marines were preparing defenses on Construct 12, creating trenches, piling sandbags, laying down remote-activated mines, setting up motion sensors, as if they didn't care about this fact. Or maybe they did.

"Holy crap! It's a massacre in here! Everyone's dead!"

OoC: I'm not really sure how to start an IC, because I am not sure where I am. CAn I be on a missions or do I have to be in the barracks?

I like your style Slo. You sure you've never RPed before? You remind me a bit of myself.

FPLIRL, I'll help you out. Daimonius is also with the Reberthians, so you might wanna tag team, just say you're already in the same squad as her. I can help you out still if you can't find an entrance.

IC:
Reece was growing increasingly disturbed as each marine that he passed stop to salute. He had never been in charge before, and had always saluted others. It was a completely different experience. He always nodded back to acknowledge them though. Another thing he noticed was that he was almost beginning to understand the systematic layout of the ship. They finally stopped in front of another inconspicuous door. Yer-Hara indicated towards it, and Reece did as Yer-Hara had done before, and placed his palm on the oval shaped surface on the door, it took a moment, but it suddenly beeped and opened. Inside was a bustle of activity, and almost immediately they were met by a rough looking marine. He was about the same height as Reece, which was weird considering all marines had been taller than him before, and he saluted him. Reece saluted back, and he began speaking.
"Ah, Tah-Yagi. I never thought I'd see the day. Seems strange a human should gain such a high ranking position. Anyway, that's not my place. My name is Armorer Jal-Kahr, and I will be making your armor. Now, before we start, any particular scheme? Colours?"
"Dark Blue with black trim, would look good."
"Ah... Alright, and what will your squad logo be sir?"
"Oh... what about... a two red trees twisted together?"
"A tree sir?"
"Yes, a tree resembling the resilience of the humans, and the merging of the Ger-Tarda."
"Ah, of course. This way. It will only be a few minutes."
Reece followed him through a large doorway and into a room with control panels everywhere. A large glass screen showed another room attached with a circular platform in the center. Many robotic arms and strange claws were coming from the surrounding walls.
"Step inside sir. I'll just type in the requested scheme here..."
Reece walked through another small door and found himself in the room. He moved over to the platform and stood on it.
"OK, don't move. Stand still and it wont hurt at all."
Reece stood rigid as the arms retracted and there was a loud hissing and steam and blue mist began coming out of the places the arms had retracted to. Reece frowned but he saw a large chest piece come towards him from the front and the arm pushed it on. Another piece came from behind and latched on, creating the chest plate. It was dark blue and had a two large red trees in the center. Shoulder pieces came out next, and also were attached, then the leggings and the boots. Arm pieces then gloves were attached, all by robotic arms and claws, and finally a hand outstretched and handed him a helmet. Reece took it, and the arm retracted.
"Done, you can come out now."
The whole process had taken about a minute.
He went to walk and found it almost walked for him. It moved as he thought.
"Excellent. It turned out great. Thank you Jal-Kahr. This will be great," Yer-Hara said, "now we must go meet the squad."
Reece sighed he knew this was going to be difficult. Even with his new armor and appearance.

Thanks, Man. Haven't RPed anywhere, but I did create a few stories in my head about soldiers. I never wrote them down though, and I guess my ICs are based off of them in some sort of way.

IC:

"Alright! Spread out and look for survivors! Be on your toes; that Reberthian we killed might have had some friends!" Said a Lieutenant.

The Marine was lying. Everyone wasn't dead. In fact, Todd found 3 or 4 gasping Marines on the floor. Like water on a match, when he looked at them, they almost always died instantly.

The medic saw a butcher lean over a soldier with a knife and bullets in his arm. He raised a hatchet, and in one clean sweep, amputated the arm. The Marine didn't scream, probably because of the pain meds he received earlier. Either that or the shock of having an unnecessary procedure done on him took away the pain. It didn't matter; he died of losing too much blood while the butcher tried to apply pressure to the new wound.

He pulled away the jutting knife from his stomach. "I don't want to die," whispered the Marine. "Not yet." "You'll be alright," lied Todd. He stared at something white permeating from the stomach. The knife had penetrated the organ, and it's acid was destroying him on the inside. The only thing he could do was give him some pain killers and be by his side.

He turned into a new corridor. Great, more dead people. How long were we gone? A few bodies were on the floor, nearly 13. A Marine was nudging one.

"Thought he was twisting around for a sec," he said aloud.

Todd recognized the voice. "You probably killed him when you kicked him."

The Marine's name was Stitches. Not because he loved cutting enemies up with his combat knife. Not because of the scars he had before the Invasion. Not because he told everyone about the time he had his appendix removed (involving a car chase, men in black suits, a gun fight, and saving his girlfriend). He was known as Stitches to Todd since he operated on him, on the field and off, 8 times, making his score of saving people technically 12. Stitches, despite being a normal human like Todd, would not get down, stay down, and die like a good little suicide soldier.

Stitches turned toward the medic. "Well, at least I ended his suffering. Look, you can see the guy's ears over there."

"Any luck finding the intruders?"

"Yeah. Killed Mikey on the way in. Just when I was starting to like him," Stitches said sadly.

A flash of blood and his search buddy was lying on the floor. Todd fired a few shots at the Reberthian who killed him, but he was already hidden, as if he never existed.

"You were part of the gang who kept beating him up each night," chuckled Todd.

"He was my favorite punching bag," complained Stitches.

Todd shook his head and continued on his search. Same thing over and over. Corpses everywhere, some more disfigured than others. Nearly forty-five minutes after going into Barracks 12, there was an explosion. The sound of plasma rifles discharging. The screaming and cries of troops. New enemies to face.

Nice. I have a plan to get some help down to you Slo, just in case. Leo, STILL waiting on a post from you.

I'm going away for the weekend so sorry guys, but wont be able to post until Monday. Look forward to reading what you guys have to say then!

Sorry for the delay Mfos. I'll get an intro started for me.

IC: The robots that were newly created began marching off the assembly by dwarves whom are punching in digits of programming on their computers. In the corner, a dwarven general leaned back against the wall of the cavern and watched as the newly made troops headed off for battle. Who knew that we could ever create anything like this? None of the other planets have such advanced technology.

"General Crimson?" Startled out of his thoughts for a moment, Leo turned to see one of his lieutenants. "What can I do for you, Rek?"

"We are ready to move out, sir. The rest of the battalion is waiting," responded Rejk. Nodding, the general headed out and towards a group of robots in the corner. Approaching them, Leo grabbed his axe and gazed around. "Let's go, then," he said curtly, heading for the exits. The robots followed after, ready to fight again.

Eight thousand Marines were deployed to defend the construction of Barracks 12. Two thousand stayed. After repelling a Robotic Field attack, 455 died, and only 985 soldiers survived whatever happened at the construct. That was 1300 Marines defending the base. And they weren't fighting Reberthians, Berlum, or Robotics. The Horde had come.

" ! , , !!!"

"Hold still!" Screamed Todd. Black pus was oozing out of the spike one of the Horde's creatures threw at the screaming Marine. The medic wasn't even trying to heal him, just keep him still so the poison wouldn't spread as quickly. ! What did I do to deserve this?!

A glass orb with something green swirling inside of it came into the trench Todd was in. He scrambled as quickly as he could away while his fellow Marines were suddenly engulfed by a green gas, the hands of Spectres suddenly appearing to strangle them.

"Fall back! Fall back!" Yelled a Lieutenant through the radio.

"WHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO FALL BACK TO?! NO! NOOOOO!" screamed a Private.

A thing pounced on Todd. It looked like similar to a huge dog, except completely black with 5-inch fangs and red eyes with a hint of yellow in the middle. A demon in the shape of a wolf. It slashed once, twice, and would've done three had a Marine not blast it apart with a mini-gun.

"You'se okay?" panted the Marine. He didn't bother to find out. The trench was being harassed by these things.

Todd injected a few painkillers into his system and applied an ACB. The thing had penetrated the armor, but only slightly grazed the skin. He hobbled as far as the burn the dog left in him would allow. How many were still alive? His HUD read 274. 274 Marines left at this base after an hour. It was obvious the Lieutenant's order hadn't gone well since the top of the trench was riddled with the mangled bodies of Ger-Tarda from the Demiwolves.

He heard the Lieutenant through his radio. "Orbital bombardment requested! NOW!"

Todd looked up. From where he was, no ships were close enough to destroy these... things.

"NO! I don't want reinforcements! I want these things blasted into the pit they came from!"

The Demiwolves were dwindling. In fact, the Marine who saved him killed what seemed to be the last one. His HUD now read 76. All that was left to do was fight the more powerful creatures, slow-moving but practically invincible. Some of them were lobbing more gas bombs.

"Get back inside to the Infirmary! Once we're all in, barricade all entryways. We'll wait for help there," ordered the Lieutenant.

The message was scrambled in Todd's brain. It now read Get into the infirmary! We can't win. We'll wait for death there.

OoC: I plan for the remaining Marines to play a hide-and-seek game. Man from Outer Space, don't join in until they've had their fun.

OoC: I have no idea how to enter this, but here it goes.

IC: John jammed another magazine into his rifle, brought it up against his shoulder and squeezed off another round. Dropping yet another enemy to the ground. They just keep coming. John thought swiveling to take aim at yet another enemy. Before dropping that one too. Then the radio call to retreat came out, but John just kept on firing. I will go shortly... he thought I have to give covering fire for my fellow Marines. He half saw the dead bodies of his squad hauled from where they laid behind him. Last one. he thought sourly... And I was with those guys from sense basic... Damn... Damn... Damn... he squeezed off a round punctuating each word with a burst of gunfire. The first wave... that was when it all happened... his mind reflected as he took down yet another hoard member down. Those damn teleporters... Atleast these guys are easier to shoot...

~John

K guys, I'm back. Leo, I made an intro post for you already, but meh, scrap mine. Yours will do, because now you are where you want to be and such.

As for Slo... fine, but I got a squad designed for killing horde. (Grey Knights) Don't make me wait to long.


IC:
Reece waited patiently in the room. It was now filled with seats and slowly and in time, the Marines, now with the same scheme as him, began marching in. The filled up the seats from the back until every seat was filled. They stood in front of their seats, their hands to their sides.
"At ease."
The marines sat down. Exactly the right amount of seats. Reece liked the efficiency of this squad. Now they all stared at him and he was unsure what they expected.
"Marines. As you know, I have been selected to lead you. Being the elite of the Ger-Tarda, I can... understand how you must feel, now taking orders from one that was mere hours ago worth nothing to no-one. But each life has a purpose. Mine, may be to lead you. Yours may be to hate me, but I know that this path has been set for a reason. If that reason is simply to prove to others that we..." Reece stopped. When he had said we, mumbling started. Almost instantly it had stopped again, "I will use the term we, for we are now a team. We are a squad and we will not leave others for dead. We will assist those in our squad. You may have trained... learned and been taught differently, but I was chosen for my qualities and potential for leadership, and by those qualities I will lead you. I've seen Ger-Tarda tactics, and they are excellent, until you have to fight on the ground. I wish to change that. Our sole duty is to wipe the Blasphemous Horde from whatever planet we are assigned. The Horde, I'm sure you know, are not to be taken lightly. They can defeat thousands in the time it takes to reload. From now on, instead of stamina, strength and durability, we will focus on accuracy, speed and flexibility. With the ability to reload, empty a full clip without missing and reload again all in under 20 seconds, we CANNOT be defeated. Now, is what is expected of you understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" came a resounding response.
Yer-Hara grinned beside him.
"You have 10 minutes to gear up, we go planetside ASAP."
Reece turned to Yer-Hara, "What is funny?"
"Nothing, but it does appear you've earned the interest, not respect yet, but interest of almost the entire squad. Good luck. Oh, I wont be going down with you guys, by the way. I'll monitor you from above."
Reece nodded and followed his squad of 58 out into the armory.
"Let's get moving. Now, I want 8 heavy grata-guns, 36 plasma-rifles...."

The barricade they had constructed was made from infirmary beds and supply closets. In the back, Todd was working on a few wounded soldiers they were able to carry back. Twenty in all. From 76, the counter dwindled to 57 for the ones the Marines had to leave behind. Todd had finished patching the last one up, Stitches of course.

"I think you made it worse," he said. "My hand isn't suppose to be moving like this."

"It is if it was just cut off and hastily sewn back on," replied Todd.

Then the barricade exploded. It didn't even exist anymore. Seven Horde members lumbered into the room. They were humanoid in appearance and wore a helmet with horns, a chest plate, gloves, and boots, all black and metallic. Todd recalled them being named the Savages by an officer. The 41 live Marines open fired at the closest one, but their shots weren't hitting, only going through the smoke that made up their bodies. It reached a small squad and sliced them all in half in one slash. The ones closest to the attack were lifted up and scattered by the force.

The Lieutenant exclaimed, "We can't fight in here!" as if he wasn't the one who suggested trapping themselves in. "They're masters at melee." He threw a grenade at the other barricade. The door exploded as he ordered, "Scatter! They can't kill us all if they can't find us."

Every Marine scrambled for the door, forming groups as they went through. Todd was outside just as another Savage attacked, killing everyone inside. The counter now read 24. He followed a squad of 6 led by Stitches to the Ops Building.

"We need to find the Com. Room. Get some help or evacuate this base," Stitches said as soon as they were inside.

A howl and a pack of four Demiwolves were running toward them, summoned by a Savage with no weapons, just a sack of orbs.

"Close the freakin' door!" yelled Stitches. A Marine closed it as one of the demons pounced, hitting the door as he locked it with a pole.

IC: John saw them advancing. Huge and lumbering, the monsters advanced despite the numerous plasma rifle shots that hit them. Time to get out of here. John thought. Jamming the safety into the "on" position John slung his rifle behind him, beforn turning and using both hands to haul himself from the trench. Now begins the fun part. John thought sarcastically as he started crawling on his belly towards friendly lines. Screw it. John thought standing upwards he began to run full tilt towards the hospital. Arriving just as his fellow Marines began to errect the baracades. Using his momentum John threw himself over what was currently the barracade. Not even stopping, his fellow Marines stacked further items on the small wall. Picking himself up, John noticed a medic treating a wounded Marine. "No, no... This is not a good idea." John started to say, but was cut off by a loud Boom! The barracade exploded behind him slamming John forwards. Turning John watched as seven more hoard members entereed the building, easily slaughtering the nearest Marines. Tagging behind a small squad, John set off with them towards the Ops building. No sooner had they arrived, then a howl from behind him caused John to turn. Running towards the small group of Marines were four Demon Wolves. Running towards the door, John attempted to close it. But was stopped as a Marine closer to the door shut it and barred it with a nearby pipe.
Unslinging his rifle John walked away from the door. Stopping when he reached the opposite end of the room. With his thumb he moved the safety into the "Off" position. Pulling his rifle in tight to his left shoulder John took aim at the door, already dented by the repeated pounding of the Demon Wolves. "Go on." John said "I will hold them off for a while here... Get on the damn radio upstairs and get us some support here..."

~John

Name: Lrago
Age: 26
Faction: Ger-Tarda Marines
Appearance: Jet black hair, muscular appearance, sea blue eyes
Weapon: Assault rifle with six clips
History: Lrago was enlisted into the Marines when he was age 17.
Other: American-British heritage.

Hey Luaz, I can see you're new, but that doesn't give you immunity. I'm going to need a little more before I'll accept. A little more in appearance and history.

Slo, I'm coming down now so...

IC:
Reece finished organizing the squad. They had been equipped with the basic Marine tech, but also special guns that harness the power of light. The Horde had arrived on Earth, and Reece's first fray would decide what happens.
"Right, those with Light-Streams I want you through first, then power-swords, plasma rifles and heavy Grata-Guns. Through the teleporters now."
The squad stood in a small room, filling it with the Dark Blue that was the primary make up of their armour. The first line of marines now stepped into the blue cylinder that was the Ger-Tarda teleporters. Reece jumped through one and felt a sudden rushing sickness. The feeling of all your particles being separated and put back together again was not pleasant. He suddenly felt himself back on solid ground, and his knees buckled. Glancing around with a recovery that surprised himself, he found the barracks he was initially commissioned to protect. The hundreds of marines that had been sent to save them from the Berlum were now lying dead on the ground. Some of them were in the process of being eaten by several skeletal looking creatures from the horde.
"Let none survive! Purge!"
A resounding shout came from his squad as those in the front line opened fire, searing through the flesh of the horde attempting to push their way into the barracks. They turned to assess this new threat, and many came running at him. He drew his power-sword and sliced through the middle of one bringing it around to slice through another. By now, the entirety of the squad had arrived and were in the process of felling the horde still attempting to enter the barracks. Reece knew several had already entered and hoped they could handle them. Reece had never encountered the horde before, and was amazed at the wide variety of strange demonic creatures the horde consisted of. Huge walking tanks suddenly came forward from the line of horde and began charging up red beams from cannons attached to their wrists.
"I don't know what that thing does, and I don't plan to find out! Prioritize the walking tanks RED!"
All members of the squad turned to face the two, and all fired at the one on the left. The marines with the power-swords drew their side-arms and began firing too. The first one fell before it could release it's harnessed energy. The second one also fell, but it's charge was released, skyward. A huge red beam erupted from the cannon, reaching several hundred meters before being dissipated. This lasted under 2 seconds. The horde were beginning to fall back. Not retreating, but falling back. He could see them now, just out of reach of the heavy Grata-guns. Watching. Now, all that was left was those still inside the barracks.

OoC:
Sorry Slo if that wasn't the intention. I left however many you want in the barracks though. Deal with them as you see fit...

IC The Reberthian squad kept to the shadows, killing those that were too careless. Sure, the others fired their weapons in their general direction, but as soon as another victim fell to the floor they had moved a few feet away from the body, resulting in them evading every attack.

Jon whispered at one of the members in his squad. "You! What's your name?" Jon barely heard the answer. "What did you say? Kuji?" The other one nodded slightly.

"Alright Kuji, why don't you go ahead and scout. Try to find their officers, an army without its officers is utter chaos. We will be right behind you."

OoC: Activating fellow RP's ftw

OoC: It's alright Man. I'll just jump into the future where they contacted the Ger-Tarda.

IC:
Todd watched from a window as another section of Barracks 12 collapsed. He stopped his mental counter. Two minutes. The Savages came in and destroyed the place in two minutes. It didn't beat the record of a minute and a half for the mess hall.

"What?! Only ONE squad is coming to save us? What the hell is a squad going to do against these monsters?" questioned Stitches.

I wonder how Jon's doing. The team had split up when the Marine volunteered to hold back the Demiwolves. Stitches assigned two Marines to help, Troutman and Connors. Troutman was the one who saved Todd back at the trenches. Connors was a very skilled human and had 143 confirmed enemy kills.

"Great, the leader was responsible for getting this Construct up. Big whoop. They're gonna be shredded alive."

Baker's counter read 15, which was a surprise. Half of the place was in ruins, and only nine died so far. Maybe they're trapped in the rubble. thought Todd calmly. I'd hate to go digging for them down there. The medic then remembered that the Marines here in the Ops Building made up 40% of who was still alive.

"Creatures are in!" said Troutman over the radio. "Help's comin' soon?"

"Yeah, a squad's been dispatched to help us," replied the other Marine.

Silence.

"Hang on." There was the sound of howling. "Must not've been listenin'. How many'se are coming?"

"A squad."

"Crap. We're gonna die here."

"Nice kno-," started Todd when the sound of a plasma rifle being discharged next to his ear knocked him to the ground. He looked out just in time to see a red beam being blasted to the sky. The rescue squad was here. "Maybe not yet."

IC: "Alright, you and you," John gestured towards the two Marines near him, "fan out. I do not think I need to tell you where they will be coming from." The two Marines did so, both taking up positions next to the exit from the room, rifles pointed at the door. Taking aim below the pipe John squeezed off a few rounds. The rounds easily tore through the metal door, striking the creature behind it. John was rewarded with silence for a few minutes. Then with a crash, the door exploded inwards, slamming against the far wall. Throwing himself flat, the door soared over John's head, missing it but hitting the side of his helmet. His two fellow Marines wasted no time pooring fire out of the door. Recovering himself, John added his firepower to theirs. One of the Marines radioed the situation... Only a squad...? John thought when the response came back Do the higherups think it is hopeless here? A clicking sound announced his rifle was empty, and John wasted no time jamming another clip into his rifle. Damn it... One left. The creatures were now making slight headway. Now getting fully into the room before being shot. There are just to many of them... John thought taking aim as a new head poked its way around the doorframe. The enemy fell to be replaced by two more. Then suddenly none... From outside the door a howling sound could be heard... They are regrouping... John thought as he took out his half-full magazine and rammed home a fresh one...
"Anyone else have any spare magazines?" John asked.
"Nope." came the simple reply from the Marine on John's left, "Down to my last two, counting the one loaded..."
"Nope..." came the reply from John's right... "Doing slightly better thou, I have two...not counting the one in my gun."
So that settles it... John thought Next wave is probably going to wipe us out... Outloud he replied.
"Okay... Thanks."

~John

IC:
Reece pushed through to the front of his squad. No casualties, two down injured. He scratched his nose. A great way to start I guess. He motioned for the squad to surround the building that was now mostly collapsed. Surely there'd be a medic in there somewhere... Reece gripped his sword tighter as he entered the barracks. There was no sound besides the sound of small fires and the odd bang of a piece of metal crashing into the floor. As he was about to enter the main area, he heard a shuffle of feet. Stopping dead still, he knew that the sound came from only just inside the doorway. He threw an iron bar through, and there was a shout. He let out a sigh of relief. It was a three marines... no, three marines and a human. He raised his gauntlet and slowly put it through the doorway. It was still hazy and there was some smoke, but the marines recognized their own.
"The barracks are secure. Lower your weapons."
The two marines came out the doorway and saluted him. He saluted back.
"Good work with surviving. Scan what areas you can access, see if there are any survivors."
Reece glanced over at the human.
"Marine, what's your name?"

OoC:

John thats you. Slo, those Marines are scouting out the area, they can find you if you want.

IC: Suddenly the howling stopped. Taking his finger off the trigger, John waited for what was to come next... Then an iron bar came whirling through the doorframe, narrowly missing John who let out a shout. Then a fellow Marine entered. Standing up, John flicked the safety to the on position and let it drop to his side.
Ignoreing the question John asked one of his own, "Who exactly are you, Marine? You sure took your time getting here..." John paused for a moment, glad for the break in the fighting... "My name is John, in either case... my other questions can wait until after this is over... You have any spare Magazines, we are all running low here..."

~John

IC: Suddenly the howling stopped. Taking his finger off the trigger, John waited for what was to come next... Then an iron bar came whirling through the doorframe, narrowly missing John who let out a shout. Then a fellow Marine entered. Standing up, John flicked the safety to the on position and let it drop to his side.
Ignoreing the question John asked one of his own, "Who exactly are you, Marine? You sure took your time getting here..." John paused for a moment, glad for the break in the fighting... "My name is John, in either case... my other questions can wait until after this is over... You have any spare Magazines, we are all running low here..."

~John

OoC:
You do know we're all from the same building, right?

IC:
The three Marines from upstairs rushed down to greet the rescue squad.

"What's up?" said Stitches.

"What are your names?" asked the leader.

"Corporal Lance Saders. Guys here call me Stitches. The medic here is Todd Baker, and this guy here," pointing at the other Marine, "is Sean Flinter."

Spotting wounded, Todd rushed over. Good, nothing too serious. A burn and a cut. "You're lucky you found us first," he said. "The butcher- I mean other medics - might have done something pretty bad to them." He was sure that his butcher joke to himself wouldn't be taken too well anywhere. "Find anyone out there?"

"Checking out the area right now," responded the leader.

OoC: Sorry for not posting.

IC:
"Of course." Kuji said, and disappeared. His back slammed against a wall and he quickly turned, his eyes down the scope. "Clear." Kuji said to himself and then turned the corner and ran forward. He came toward a door that was sealed shut from the inside. "I think I have found the officers." Kuji said, his backed against the wall next to the door. "We need some explosives to get through though." Kuji said to Jon.

IC:
Reece watched the human. He was never one for strict obedience, but he presumed he would have to start soon.
"My squad is waiting outside. The horde have fallen back for the moment, I suggest you get what you can from the dead, and if there's not enough, I'm sure someone will spare you some."
Reece flicked on the Comm to his squad and all surrounding Ger-Tarda forces.
"Fall out. The barracks is unstable and prone to collapse. Medics, find what you can, and can I get someone to look at two soldiers who took some scratches in the -"
There was a loud shout from outside. Reece turned and ran and swung out into the open. The two marines who had been scratched by the dog-warriors of the horde were both having fits, and by the time Reece arrived, were dead.
"What... What was that?"
"Sir, the Horde... they must be somehow be poisonous..."
"Damn. I'll have the squad re-enforced once we get back in orbit." He opened the Comm channel again, "Scrap that last order, I wan't everyone outside now."
He turned off the channel and began covering the bodies when there was several shots fired off. Reece spun around and noticed some of the Horde that had retreated were becoming more and more brave and were slowly edging forwards.
"Better make that double time. Get outside, leave those unable to walk. We will come back for them later. Right now, we need all the able bodied people fighting. We must destroy the Horde. We cannot allow them to win here. They will only spread further if they do!"
Reece raised his own side-arm, and fired several shots dropping the some of the dog-creatures.

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To eliminate the confusion I think is happening at the moment, I'm going to try and separate everyone to their respective faction. Because last time I checked Daimonius and FPLIRL were both in the barracks and it has now fallen apart. So just to ensure the lack of confusion;

IC:
Namir paced his throne room. The battle plans had arrived back from the War Council and the results were conclusive. The infiltration teams that were behind enemy lines were no longer needed. He called out to a guard outside his door.
"Call in the Recon Commander. I need a word."
The guard quickly ran off, and came back within a few moments. The commander turned around the corner following the guard at a brisk pace.
"What can I do for you your majesty?"
"I need you to withdraw all reconnaissance personnel."
"Sir? Is that... a wise choice? They excel at taking out enemy officers and forwarding information about enemy movements."
"Yes, yes, I know all that, but the horde have arrived, and I can't have them out there is small numbers being picked off and killed for the Horde's target practice."
The Recon officer hesitated for a moment, obviously thinking this through. He nodded.
"As you command. Anything else?"
"No, that is all..."
The commander saluted and turned on his heel before heading back down the corridor. Once he rounded the corner, he began his brisk walk once again. Weaving between the ship security on-board, he made it to the Comms relay center.
"I need communication with forces on the ground. Make it snappy."
The technical engineer at the desk began rapidly pressing buttons with such speed and accuracy that only came with a lot of experience. The commander waited patiently until the engineer turned back around with a mike.
"We're live sir."
The commander cleared his throat, "This is Commander Hutyila, Lead Officer of the Recon Department. Requesting withdrawal of all Recon units currently beyond Reberthian controlled territory. Command code J-K-O-5-P-7-H-1."
The commander waited a brief moment before, "Command code verified, order received and in action. Sir."
He put down the mike and nodded sharply to the engineer who began resetting all the communications.
He walked out into the hallway, and headed towards the Armoury.

OC:

I'm pretty sure their story takes place before the horde attacked the Barracks. We're in different time frames (technically the Horde attack is the present and the Reberthians assassinating the officers is the past). How else did everyone die when Todd came back to Barracks 12 from his battle?

IC:

Todd ran over to the dead Marines to extract a blood sample. Could be useful, he thought as he stabbed one with a syringe.

The Rescue Squad was currently rounding up the survivors of the attack. All 10 of them. Supposedly, they're going to destroy all of the Horde here. Fat chance. We're going to die before we look at them. A Demiwolf starting to pounce on Todd was suddenly put down by the Leader. Huh. Maybe not.

"Sir, may I ask you your name?" the medic asked.

"Tah-Yagi Reece Ezakiel," he responded.

Todd looked around. It seemed that everyone who could walk were moving toward them. Only 10.

OC:
You have 10 survivors (including Adams and me) and your own squad Man. Don't get them all of them killed.

If you want specifics (of course you can just decide who lived) there are:
1 Lieutenant
2 Officers
2 Medics/Butchers
5 Soldiers

IC: 'Leave those unable to walk behind'? John thought No chance of that.
"Hey you," John said coming up behind one of the new Marines. "Have any spare ammo clips?"
"Yeah, the Marine replied. "What type do you need?"
"Plasma rifle." John replied.
"Okay, the Marine said "I have twelve clips." He uncliped four and tossed them to John one after another.
"Thanks." John said.
"No need," the Marine said, flicking off the safety on his own rifle the same time John did.

John turned and headed towards the second floor. Finding an open window, John peered out of it, taking aim at one of the slowly advancing Hoard creatures, John squeezed off a round, hitting the creature in the chest and dropping it the the ground. One down, 2,500 more to go. John joked to himself.

~John

Heading up onto the planet’s surface, Leo watched as the thousands of robots began moving into battleships and transports. Jogging towards his own fighter, the dwarf was intercepted by another messenger. “General Crimson?”

Feeling rather impatient, Leo began climbing the steps and opening the cockpit. “Yes?” he asked in as much of a casual tone as possible to hide his frustration.

“Your assignment has been changed, sir. You’ve been ordered to head for the planet Earth and try to intercept a squad of Ger-Tarda Marines.” Rather stunned and surprised by the order, Leo merely nodded and climbed into his ship. Sealing the cockpit, he took off and headed for Earth.

OOC: I’m assuming there are spaceships, right?