Lazarus: Drowning in Darkness

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**Berserksteve**

I'm the only one with a picture for his character D:

**Mordoskul**

@DarkVoid

Yes they do, if you have a high say, Toughness, the threshold for resisting poison would increase.

**darksage**

Name: James Jacobs

Personality: Working to repent for what hes done he will put himself in peril for others, dedicated. Serous most times, but his humor shines through on occasion.
Faction: UN Remnant.
Class:Ghost (Explained why in Lazarus.)
Personal History: Was a Ghost in the Conclave when the Lazaus affair happened. He ended up defecting from the Conclave after he learned of the brainwashing and how they had made him kill his own parents.
Family: Parents dead. Other siblings are unknown.
Worst Fear:To die before he can make he voice pay.
Hopes For The Future: To put a bullet between the eyes of the man who ruined his life and everyone who gets in his way.
Motivation: Getting revenge for his family and helping to bring this war to a close.
Scars of Lazarus Alert. Flashbacks.
Strength:2
Agility:6
Toughness:3
Will Power:3
Intelligence:2
Charisma: 4

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil Day 1-

"Listen up degenerates! As of 0600 today, Operation Anvil is in effect! We're going to hit the blanks were it really hurts, and that means Chicago," begins Second Lieutenant Marcus Taylor, his trademark cigarette hanging crumpled from the corner of his mouth as he addresses you in your seats. "Group Kappa, that's us, will be landing in the Industrial Zone, where sources tell us the workers are rising up in revolt, and should offer us some aid if need be. Group Beta will converge on our position from the West, establishing an HQ from where we can range out and capture the rest of the city." As he talks, he shines a laser pointer at various sections of a map of Chicago. Now he shines it at a cluster of factories in the Industrial Zone. "Our first objective will be to capture this group of factories, they are producing weapons and vehicles for the enemy, so be prepared for a meat grinder, the blanks won't let this go without a fight. Our end goal, of course, is to capture the Big Son of a Bitch himself, the Voice. After the HQ is established, Operation Hammer will commence, and detachments from the Epoch Legion will help pound the blanks into the ground, destroying whatever front-line resistance there is before we move in on the Stronghold. Any questions? No? Good. Report to the your landing craft ASAP. I'll see you on the front lines." Taylor dismisses the assembly, walking off to prepare himself. After suiting up and tending to any final personal affairs, you make your way to the Launch Zone, where several hundred dropships are loading troops for Operation Anvil. You step inside the cramped craft, ducking your head to avoid the low ceiling as you do so. Several other troopers sit with you, namely a large man wearing PLEX armor and shouldering a massive ripsaw machine gun, his face hidden beneath his helmet. A young woman with a permanently cocky expression checks the slide on her assault rifle, while a man with an anti-material rifle stares blankly at the wall. Between them sits a young man who is looking at a picture of some kind, as you enter, he hurriedly stows it away. Another man wearing the uniform of a Psych twiddles his thumbs in the corner, whistling a tuneless verse. Finally, a Sergeant smiles at you nervously as you take your seat. As the doors slam shut and the craft takes flight, and the g-force of takeoff forces you back into your seat, the Sergeant shouts at you over the howl of the engines, "My name is Sergeant Tibbs! I think we should get to know each other before we fight and die together! Sound good? Start by introducing yourself!" He points at the heavy assault trooper, "What's your name?"

OOC: Alright UN players, you're all on the same dropship, if you were paying attention, you'll notice that I've introduced all of you by description. So do what Tibbs asks, say 'hello'...

**Mordoskul**

Eagle, Rose, Pacify Day 1-

The automated voice of the dispatcher echoes throughout the grey and dreary streets of Chicago, repeating the same phrase over and over again; "Attention: Code Eleven-Twenty-Sixteen-Falcon-Shield-Pacify Repeat. Numbers 15310951, 3961391, 193557, 48628, 1351, 135, 13591351, 061361. You are charged with Thought Crime Grade Alpha, prepare for purging. Resistance is not acceptable." Surveillance cam bots buzz through the cramped streets, lingering on individual residents long enough to run a recognition test on the barcode tattooed on their wrists, then speeding off to find others to monitor. A revolt has broken out in the Industrial Zone, terrorists agitating the blank-minded workers into a frenzy. Your orders are simple: no rebel leaves the Industrial Zone alive. You stand with the rest of your team, consisting of two soldiers, two phantoms, and an engineer, whose constant humming is beginning to grate on your nerves. You stand on a catwalk in the middle levels, surrounded by steel and cables. below you is a massive assembly line, the workers continuing with their daily schedule despite the Thought Criminals on the loose. As you make your way across the catwalk, a worker without his gas mask and holding a wrench shouts a challenge to you before running off into a nearby alleyway.

OOC: Alright Conclave players, there you are.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"My names Gaz,
survivor of the Lazarus incident and all around bad-ass!"

(OOC:wont be posting again until Monday

**Darkvoidof40k**

@ Vulkan - would someone really say that?

**Vulkan_He'stan**

yup he was like that in the original

**darksage**

"My name is James," he said shifting awkwardly his seat knowing he should probably add something to that, "Friend of the baddass. He eats Mycromorphs for breakfast! Then dies a slow painful death because they're poisonous...moving on."

**blood reaper**

Kremlin chases after the worker along with the other Conclave soldiers, raising his rifle he takes a shot at the Worker.

**halonachos**

I cautiously approach the entrance to the alley, a simple worker should be no real threat but the tactics used may indicate a possible ambush. I scan the area through the sights of my weapon to look for any possible signs of ambush.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Just thought I'd collect up the characters for Mordo to put in the OP. Only then will he truly understand.. the complex pain it takes to organise all these damned color/underlining codes!

Conclave

Conclave Players: #5
Conclave Fatalities: #0

Soldiers - 2
Enforcers - 0
Thought Policemen - 0
Ghosts - 0
Phantoms - 2
Engineers - 1

Player: ChaosUK
Name: LOC66521A
Class: Phantom
Str: 3
Agl: 5
Tgh: 4
WlP: 4
Int: 3
Cha: 1
Equipment:Standard
Bio: [UNAUTHORIZED]

Player: Berserksteve
Name: Hassan 23
Personality: Easily exited and full of confidence for what he is programmed to do best.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Engineer
Personal History: He was specially breaded and trained by Hassan Corp. Meant to have elite knowledge of engineering and he was specially made to be happy about his job and what he is doing.
Family: The 22 Hassans before him.
Worst Fear: He is cut off from the ability to do what he loves.
Hopes For The Future: That the rest of the world will understand the impotence of transhumanism
Motivation: To further his cybernetic transition.
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Toughness: 4
Will Power: 4
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 1

Player: Shroud010
Name: Chimera19
Personality: cold and emotionless during battle and killing his enemies but he has soft side for those around him.
Faction:Conclave
Class: Phantom
Personal History: was originally assigned to join the assualt on lazuras but got pull back for an assasination mission
Family: best friend syth39 aka the necrolyte aka quarantine
Worst Fear: falling victim to the mycromorph plauge like his friend
Hopes For The Future: dieing like the most hardcore soldier soldier ever.
Motivation: killing the people who hurt him
Scars of Lazarus (if applicable):
Strength:4
Agility:3
Toughness:3
Will Power:4
Intelligence: 4
Charisma: 2

Player: Halonachos
Name: DAB746151
Personality: Grade A soldier, knows how to shoot and blow things up and doesn't ask questions. Enjoys making the enemy bleed and willing to save comrades.
Faction:Conclave
Class:Soldier
Personal History: In training he wasn't picked for anything special, he was average just like everyone else there except for his dedication to following instructions to the t. Was considered for Enforcer role, but didn't meet physical requirements.
Family: Hasn't seen them for over five years.
Worst Fear: Not knowing what to do.
Hopes For The Future: Seeing the UN crushed underfoot.
Motivation: Prolonging the life of those who serve the Conclave.
Strength:4
Agility:3
Toughness:4
Will Power:3
Intelligence:4
Charisma:2

Player: blood reaper
Name: Kremlin
Personality: Silent and quite
Faction: Conclave
Class: Soldier
Personal History: After years as a Mercenery , Kremlin finaly joined the Conclave as a basic soldier.
Family: none
Strength: 4
Agility: 3
Toughness: 3
Will Power: 4
Intelligence: 5
Charisma:1

UN Remnant
UN Remnant Players: #5
UN Remnant Fatalities: #0

Soldiers - 2
Heavy Assault Troopers - 1
Snipers - 0
Psychs - 1
Jump Troopers - 0
Engineers - 0
[Special]Ghosts - 1

Player: mink580
Name: Nero Skie
Personality: A bit of a downer, he likes solitude.
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Psych
Personal History: He grew up, people learned he had psychic abilities and he was trained.
Family: Father (dead) Mother (Hospitalized)
Worst Fear: To lose his gift.
Hopes For The Future: Find his mutual other.
Motivation: The sounds of those he kills.
Stats
Str: 1
Agl: 2
Tgh: 3
WlP: 6
Int: 4
Cha: 4

Player: Vulkan_He'stan
Name: Gaz
Personality: Humorous laughs a lot
Faction: UM Remenant
Class: assault trooper
Personal History: Has been in the military all of his working life
Family: very poor
Worst Fear: clowns
Hopes For The Future: to kill all clowns
Motivation: Killing clowns
Scars of Lazarus: Strategic Dismemberment, hallucinations
Strength: 5
Agility: 3
Toughness: 6
Will Power: 2
Intelligence: 2
Charisma: 2

Player: Mortified
Name: Foley
Str: 3
Agl: 4
Tgh: 3
WlP: 4
Int: 3
Cha: 3
Equipment:Standard
Personality: Sarcastic, loud, blatantly rude. Cocky.
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: soldier
Personal History: Her whole life, everyone was telling her how great she was. Needless to say, she got a swollen head. After that, no one could stand her. But it was too late. She was already a jerk.
Family: Her parents and a little sister.
Worst Fear:Having her head crushed
Hopes For The Future: Too busy with the present to look at the future.
Motivation:How awesome she is

Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: Jake Reed
Personality: Sensible, reliable, friendly, good-natured
Faction: UN remnants
Class: Soldier
Personal History: He had never originally been destined for a soldier's life, preferring to live in a world of fine arts and such things as that. But now that's all gone, and he's fighting not just for survival, but first and foremost to bring peace.
Family: He has a wife and two daughters, hidden where nobody will find them.
Worst Fear: That his family will be killed/tortured/brutalised/harmed in any way.
Hopes For The Future: World-wide peace, and a rebuild of society.
Motivation: Attempting to help achieve global peace, the restoration of society, to save his family and survive. Killing some heartless Conclave bastards is no bad thing either.
Scars of Lazarus (if applicable): --
Strength: 4
Agility: 3
Toughness: 4
Will Power: 3
Intelligence: 3
Charisma: 3

Player: darksage
Name: James Jacobs
Personality: Working to repent for what hes done he will put himself in peril for others, dedicated. Serous most times, but his humor shines through on occasion.
Faction: UN Remnant.
Class:Ghost (Explained why in Lazarus.)
Personal History: Was a Ghost in the Conclave when the Lazaus affair happened. He ended up defecting from the Conclave after he learned of the brainwashing and how they had made him kill his own parents.
Family: Parents dead. Other siblings are unknown.
Worst Fear:To die before he can make he voice pay.
Hopes For The Future: To put a bullet between the eyes of the man who ruined his life and everyone who gets in his way.
Motivation: Getting revenge for his family and helping to bring this war to a close.
Scars of Lazarus Alert. Flashbacks.
Strength:2
Agility:6
Toughness:3
Will Power:3
Intelligence:2
Charisma: 4

**halonachos**

Not to rain on your parade dark, but you forgot to put the name of the person controlling the conclave phantom, Chimera19.

**blood reaper**

Kremlin points to the Worker waving his wrentch in the air.
"Get him!"

**Darkvoidof40k**

'nachos (I still want to call you Halon..

) my good friend, all has been put right.

I'll have to post an IC.. post.. soon.

Edit: Until then, where're we attacking, what's the battlefield layout like, enemy combat strengths/our combat strengths, ranks/squad organisation, leaders (opposition and friendly), specific unit objectives, what is the detailed description of our equipment (armor, weaponry etc)?

I am a curious one..

**halonachos**

OOC: Feel free to call me Halon if you want to. Halon, nachos are both acceptable, just not Halo.

**Darkvoidof40k**

To be honest, I'm [well, technically we all are] waiting on Mordoskul for information. You can't write blind

.

**halonachos**

OOC: Right now its just introducing your character. You get to tell a nice little story about yourself.

My fellow conclave peeps are waiting to see what happens with this worker guy.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Indeed. And.. worker guy? Hm! This calls for re-reading!

edit: Ahah, re-read it now. My question of location has also been answered. It seems I must've skim-read the Conclave thingi-ma-jig.

Anyway.. will do introduction now.

**Mordoskul**

DarkVoid, you just earned a re-roll. I'll put up a battle map when you need it.

Eagle, Rose, Pacify Day 1
The worker ducks around the corner as Kremlin gives chase, his jackboots echoing hollowly off the steel catwalk as he runs. Reaching the end of the catwalk, he steps onto the platform, pulling left in pursuit of his prey, the narrow grey corridor limiting his vision. The worker stands at the end of the corridor, his wrench raised in defiance. He shouts a single word before racing around yet another bend. Before Kremlin can react, a burst of rifle fire whizzes past his helmeted face, and three men dressed in non-standard clothing (an infraction that results in the removal of a ration token) open fire on the soldier, taking cover around the bend. A bullet strikes Kremlin in the chest, causing the soldier to stumble back a bit as the lead buries itself in his flesh. Cursing under his breath, DAB746151 runs to support his comrade, having taken time to carefully cross into the alley, and he snaps off a burst at the first rifleman, riddling his lungs with bullets, knocking him to the ground as he slowly begins to drown in his own blood.

Combat Begins
Kremlin-1 Minor Wound
DAB746151-Unwounded
3 Resistance Soldiers-1 Dead, 2 Unwounded

**Darkvoidof40k**

Does that actually benefit me or mean nothing?

**Mordoskul**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Does that actually benefit me or mean nothing?

If you fail a test, Go ahead and give it another shot

**blood reaper**

Kremlin cougths up blood repetedly , he feels the pain as his blood begins filling his lungs.

**Mordoskul**

blood reaper wrote:Kremlin cougths up blood repetedly , he feels the pain as his blood begins filling his lungs.

Read the post again, the resistance soldier is down, you're just lightly wounded.

**blood reaper**

Sorry Mordoskul.
Kremlin fires again before ducking and reloading and aming at the wounded resictance soldier.

**Mordoskul**

(Kremlin)

1-10

**blood reaper**

8

**shroud010**

"wow, what a waste of my talents."
i begin to go kill any one looking like a threat via batman style (hiding in shadows/ droping out of no where)

**Berserksteve**

"Why are these workers upset? They have perfect lives, they work and they are fed, sad you need to kill them."
23 goes to the operating systems in the facility and begin to move heavy machinery parts to knock them out of cover

**Mordoskul**

Eagle, Rose, Pacify Day 1-

Kremlin's shots go wild, and he is forced to take cover against the withering barrage from the rebels. Chimera19 cloaks and hides behind an alcove, his neural scythe glowing dully in the darkness. Sneaking behind a rebel soldier, the phantom uncloaks, driving the glowing blade into the traitor's eye socket, causing blood to gush from the wound onto the black armor of his assailant. He slumps to the floor, his corpse shuddering as synapses misfire as the scythe scrambles his brain. The final trooper flees, firing wildly with his autogun as he does so. However, as he runs through the doorway, a metal portal slams shut with a clang, severing his leg at the knee, dropping him to the ground in a screaming heap. Calmly, DAB746151 walks up to the writhing heap, and puts a bullet through his head. The rebel worker is still unaccounted for.