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In this rp universes and dimensions are allowed to meld via the use of rifts in space-time or reality. The simple goal of this rp is to have fun. The setting could be anywhere at any time.

A note to readers: This is NOT a 2 thread roleplay. All actions are done in this thread.

Rules
1. Have fun
2. No godmodding
3. I am the GM/DM therefore I make the rules
4. ooc in (( )) please
5. please dont post unless you plan on joining
6. if you do not post a minimum of once a week you will be considered "inactive"
7. 2 months of inactivity and you will be placed under GM/DM management indefinately
8. If you are somehow removed a new character will be allowed
9. Character sheets need to be aproved by me, ((just post new sheets in this thread))
10. this is the ooc and game thread.
11. if you dont like any of the rules above then dont play.


Sample sheet


Faction leader Bio

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Physical description:
Equipment preferred:


Faction sheet:

Faction name:
Faction Behaviors: (peaceful, balanced, aggressive)
Strengths: (what your faction is good at)
Weaknesses: (where your flaws are)
Army size: (300 capital ships starting max +1 flagship, Frigates and under DO NOT count twords the limit and dont need to be listed)
History: (also optional)
Hailing source: (what rp, tv show, or other source is your race from. This is optional)

NPCs: (Gm controlled)

Name: Big Mek bosslord Killfang da great
Gender: ork
Age: 56 (according to records)
Physical description: very tall muscular greenskin with cybernetic enhancement and smarts
Equipment preferred: power klaw, custom armor, kustom Mega Blasta, Kustom force field.

Faction Name: Ultra WAAAAGH Blud Nuggets
Faction behaviors: Extremely warlike/ scavengers
Strengths: Great at salvaging things, durable construction methods, tough as nails phisology, robust culture survives anywhere with little effort
Weaknesses: subfactions are prone to infighting
Army Size: 6 space hulks (heavy battleships) 157 battlekroozaz (battleships) 32 supa landaz (large landing/boarding ships) 45 Karrierz (carrier ships, launch fighta bombas) 1 supa 'ulk "Gronash's Revenge" (my flagship)
History:
Hailing Source: warhammer 40k (orks )


Faction leader Bio

Name: Emporor Palpatine
Gender: M
Age: 85 (3 aby Near time of hoth)
Physical description: an old wrinkled deformed man who wears a dark cloak at all times. He is always flanked by 6 guards with many more close by.
Equipment preferred: lightsabre, force powers


Faction sheet:

Faction name: Empire
Faction Behaviors: Militaristic, Economic and Imperial Elephant in the room.
Strengths: Large ships. Economic Juggernaught. large amount of land. poweful military. can produce superweapons at alarming rates.
Weaknesses: Large ships cant defend against fighters/bombers very well
Army size: 200 ISDI's 50 ISDII's 7 SSD's 1 eclipse class star dreadnaught (flagship)
History:
Hailing source: starwars

anyone intrested?

Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Age: 870
Physical description: Tall,stong and blond hair
Equipment preferred: Lightning claws.

Faction name: Black Templars
Faction Behaviors:peaceful
Strengths: Boarding enemy ships and engaging in close combat and short firefights
Weaknesses: overkill
Army size: 1 Flag ship (contains 1000 troops) 147 Battle Barge (500 in each)
Flag ship name: The Vanguard

Name: Big Mek bosslord Killfang da great
Gender: ork
Age: 56 (according to records)
Physical description: very tall muscular greenskin with cybernetic enhancement and smarts
Equipment preferred: power klaw, custom armor, kustom Mega Blasta, Kustom force field.

Faction Name: Ultra WAAAAGH Blud Nuggets
Faction behaviors: Extremely warlike/ scavengers
Strengths: Great at salvaging things, durable construction methods, tough as nails phisology, robust culture survives anywhere with little effort
Weaknesses: subfactions are prone to infighting
Army Size: 6 space hulks (heavy battleships) 157 battlekroozaz (battleships) 32 supa landaz (large landing/boarding ships) 45 Karrierz (carrier ships, launch fighta bombas) 1 supa 'ulk "Gronash's Revenge" (my flagship)
History:
Hailing Source: warhammer 40k (orks )

(accepted black templar but due to low numbers you may make weakness less extreme, my history is to come. Modifications pending)

Hang on is this 40K????

dun matter at all, stargate, starwars, your own design, anything sci fi will float my boat

Ive changed to 40k

((you can definately remove the long range weakness, put low numbers down as your weakness))

The Synth Nation

Leader: The Advisor
Gender: None
Age: Ageless
Physical Description: Synthetic Computer/Brain/Unknown
Real SpaceTime location: Unknown

Faction Sheet:

Faction Name: The Synth Nation
Faction Behavior: imperialistic
Strengths: Rapid domination of a planet and its life. Genetic modification/creation. Uses conquered planets population to attack other planets. Extremely advanced technology.
Weakness: Tech Advancement/Resources/"manpower" only comes from conquered worlds. No Culture((You are happier this way (creepy smile))). No main Race. Conquered Planets may rebel. uses same attack method every time, but if it fails twice they will try something new.

Army Size: 5 Citadel Class Leviathan ships (each one has a large army and a sizable support fleet)

History: http://half-life.wikia.com/wiki/Synth (my tech generally involves this)

Inspired sources: Half life's Combine (the citadel ships look just like the one from the game)

Name: CPT Demian Sinclair
Gender: Male
Age: 327
Physical description: Shorter Space Marine with long dark hair and hazel eyes
Equipment preferred: power sword, melta gun, stolen jetpack from a very pissed Shadowsun

Faction Name: Formerly belonged to Raptors Space Marine chapter, has gone rogue along with a company of fellow Raptors. Currently acts as mercenary organization known as Jackals
Faction behaviors: Obtain objective through any means, cunning
Strengths: Extremely adaptable, guerilla/unconventional warfare
Weaknesses: Small force that cannot stand long durations of direct conflict
Army Size: 1 Spacehulk, Ragnarok holds roughly 2 companies due to recruitment
History: (look at Faction)
Hailing Source: warhammer 40k

both approved. The universe you will be forced upon is the star wars universe. you will be sucked into a wormhole and dumped into a system of your choice.

"http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page" for starwars details

the rp will start shortly

the era is the galactic civil war

(( would be nice to get another NON-40k race))

there are a few systems you may not start in

coruscant
kuat
and byss

I know this is a double post but you may now post opening posts and rules will now be enforced

http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/8/2011/11/5bea33936d265451107c99a08305d9bd.jpg <==== use this as the standard map, so we can get a good idea of where we all are

My fleet will emerged from the rift at R17 Just 500 AU (astronomical units(distance from Earth to sun)) from Ryloth

((I offically sanction the map shown above))
**sector M-10 kuat**
*imperial battlestation Secondus*
"spacial anomaly forming in nearby space commander" the comms officer of a space station yelled above all the clamor of the Controll center. The senior officer on deck repled "Bring us up to red alert, Warn the Shipyard and Bring our defences up as well" Suddenly a massive Primitive Gutteral Roar rampaged across all communications channels a crude loud "WAAAAAAGH" as long range senors began to pick up an enormous fleet coming out of nowhere. No hyperspace signals and impossably close for any stealth technology.



**sector M-10, about 15 AU out from kuat**

a subimensional rend formed here for unknown reasons. Sensors identified numerous bandits emerging from the Anomaly they were mostly scraplike in appearance. the fleet made due speed straight twords the nearest people in the region upon entering realspace. The Raiders flowed forth in an immesurable tide of assault craft and crusers.

The Jackals will pop up near Mustafar

((you find a force of old CIS ships (lukrehulk and a few providince carriers) orbiting the planet acting as a planetary militia. they claim they will return fire but are willing to trade for food and other materials))

Unwilling trade actual equipment, we Jackals offer up our services as mercenaries in exchange for food water and raw material

*they begin powering down weapons but ask you how you stangers can be trusted*

We're mercenaries. You give us what we ask for, we'll do any mission you ask of us. You fail your end of the bargain, we wreak havoc. Also, we know you're powering down your weapons and haven't taken advantage of that. As you can well see, we are very much willing to come to an arrangement.

*The Synth Fleet deems thet Ryloth dose not have a high enough population to make a landing*

*We detach an Observation drone squadron to the planet*

*The fleet changes course towards the higher populated Arkonis sector*

**mustafar**
"you do have a point" said the captain of the old lucrehulk "we can negotiate terms with our leaders you may approach the planet.

**somewhere near ryloth**
as the synth fleet leaves ryloth a pair of ISDI's approach scanning the massive ships and only powering sheilds to make themselves appear as less of a threat

**Somewhere near Ryloth**
**Imperial patrol of the Transcendence and Glory**
**Aboard the ISDI Transcendence**

Yet another day among the countless wasted on patrol along the outer rim, Thought Captain Dendl, as he looked out into the dark abyss of space. It had been quite for the past few weeks, just as it was quiet now. The only noises were the faint murmurs of the ships computers and the whispers of officers as they hunched over the terminals.
The sensor terminal to his right suddenly started beeping a low alarm.

“Rumra, report!” Barked Dendl

“Sir, Several large enemy ships detected at mark 72 Degrees… less the 2500Km,” replied Rumra.

“HELM, change course to intercept, Tactical raise shields,” ordered the Captain, “Rumra, how did they get so close with out the sensors picking them up, do they have cloaks?”

“Scanning them now sir,” said Rumra as he vigorously typed commands into his terminal, “Getting the data now sir, it’s ah… it’s…”

“Spit it out son!”

“Sir, if my readings are right, my computer is telling me that each ship is about 15km long, and they each have FIVE TIMES the mass of an Executor-class Star Destroyer”

“We are getting no response to the hails commander, ”reported the Comm. officer

“How about the Glory?”

“Negative sir”

“By the Emperor, look at them!” Said someone to his left...

The massive ships had closed to within 500km; they were now within viewing distance. Approaching ever closer in a V formation. The titanic monoliths were exactly identical, each a dark gray pillar. The aesthetic design of each ship was not unlike the empires, mostly consisting of sharp angles. But unlike the Ubiquitous design of imperial ships, there was no uniformity on the unidentified vessels. They seemed to be randomly speckled in blinking lights. Dendl couldn’t even tell the top of the ship from the bottom. If I could cut the spacecraft in anyway, each side would look different than the other, he thought to himself.


The monolith to the right of the Center ship suddenly went dark. For five seconds nothing happened, but then a blinding beam of light as bright as a star going supernova arced out of the front of the dark ship, it silently raced through the vacuum of space towards the Glory. The old ship and her crew had almost no time to react to the unprovoked attack, her shield generators held on for three seconds, and then failed. The beam gutted the old ISD, it was as if there was a zipper that ran the length of the ship had suddenly been undone, and the ship fell into two fiery halves.

Dendl Tried to give an order that would save him and his crew but suddenly found himself unable to move, as if hand had reached into his mind and prevented his body from receiving his commands. The five ships still continued towards their destination, but the Transcendence lay directly in the path of the center Monolith. His body broke into a cold sweat, as he couldn’t look away from the titanic craft, which filled the main viewer and drew closer at an alarming rate.

“100km, sir… Orders?” the helmsmen nervously asked

…

“50km, SIR… WHAT SHOULD WE DO!?!”

…

“SIR, WE NEED T…………………..

The vassal smashed through the Transcendence and emerged from the resulting fireball seemly unsaved. They proceeded ever faster towards their unknown goal.
Leaving the lucky survivors aboard the Glory to fight their way through the burning wreckage to reach the escape pods before life-support fails.

*From the Spacehulk, a small transport ship detaches along with two small fighters. Inside the Transport CPT Demian Sinclair in power armour with his usual equipment sits alongside two of his platoon leaders who are in Terminator armor both with storm shields and power swords as well as a squad of assault marines to act as an honor guard, the sergeant carrying a beacon that will call for an orbital bombardment from the Spacehulk if worst comes to worst*

"Sir?" asked an assault marine, Brother Lamansk if Demian's memory served.

"Yes Lamansk?" Demian wasn't a stickler for proper military etiquette.

"May I ask why we're decked out as if ready for war?" Demian smiled, sharpening his sword. True it was a power sword so it was pretty much pointless to do so, but one never knew when the power core would run out in the middle of battle, then a blunt sword would be a troublesome weapon to be in possession of.

"Intimidation Lamansk, sometimes power speaks louder than words, and it doesn't always have to be violent. Passive but present strength may be enough to scare these.... strangers into giving in to our 'requests.'" Lamansk, satisfied, fell back in to silence alongside his squadmates. The squad leader, Sergeant Morleon, a weak psyker, however began to telepathically converse with Demian.

"Sir, do you really expect to have to use the beacon?"

Demian let a small smile come to his face as he thought, "No, but one can never be sure what will happen, I'm trusting you with the beacon, if it seems like we will not be able to escape, use it. We will wipe clean this planet if it is the last thing we do." Then outloud, "Get ready men, we're about to make touchdown. Even though this is merely negotiations, we can't afford to let our guard down. Each of your lives is worth much more than any of the goods they can give us"

From the strange rift emerged a fleet of Black Templar ships emerging not far from the planet Dathomir.
"My lord we have exited the rift and the area we have entered is not in data." Said a brother Templar.
"We will claim this Galaxy for the emperor." Replied Marshal Sam.
The checked the local area, found the planet Dathomir and scanned it for any life......It found life but not human
"CLAIM IT FOR THE EMPEROR!" Ordered Sam, His brothers rushed to the drop pods ready for combat and they were launched to the planets surface.

The mighty pods crashed to the surface and the doors opened, the Templars rushed out but could not see any life. Until a group of creatures emerged from the forest.
"Welcome we are the Kwa and welco........" Said one of the creatures before the Templars opened fire slaughtering the group but one of the strange blue creatures survived and in rage a Templar lifted it up and crushed its throat.
"My lord a location has been taken." Voxed a Templar to Sam.
"Good continue your assault and kill all in your path." Replied Sam

((black templar, may I safely assume you are Space Marines?))

Yes......NO PITY! NO REMORSE! NO FEAR!

**mustafar**
as the Stanger's craft landed they were greeted by a robed man and 5-6 dozen spindly battle droids along with another dozen or so much beefier droids "please take these" he stated as he handed out several small devices. "these will protect you from any stray lava or other dangerous materials. Now please follow me to the transport so we may continue on our way.

**Tatooine**
4-6 dreadnaughts 2 ISDI's have taken orbit, a contingint of fresh stormtroopers also arrives.

**kuat- orks**
Ork pickets tear into empire defences ripping apart fighters and blasting away at all non ork targets with reckless abandon

**danthonmir**
trees shook wildly around the LZ of the space marines when suddenly a trio of rancors sprung at them rapidly grabbing one of the men chomping his head off. They then attempted to kill the others following orders as the mounted witch commanded.

((Update finished. please post now))