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**Mordoskul**

It's been 20 years since NI Day, since the UN was smashed by the alien invaders. The N'ss left after ensuring we would never be able to mount a counterattack. They bombed cities, left entire nations as piles of dust. What followed was worse than what anyone could have ever imagined. The remaining UN outposts were brutally smashed by a faction known as the Conclave, led by a megalomaniac known as the Voice. The Conclave wasted no time in consolidating it's power and bringing the populace under control. The next few years were marked by a violent pogrom against free thinkers and any that refused to bow to the Voice. In the end, the Conclave had killed more than the N'ss and the Terran Civil War combined. It only got worse when they found out about Project Lazarus. The UN had set up a contingency plan in case they lost the war. They intended to find a way to raise the dead, negating the damage the N'ss had wreaked on Earth. 2 years ago, something whent wrong, and flesh eating monsters roamed the Canadian plain. Now the Conclave wants the power to create undying soldiers, so they headed for the Lazarus Facility in Canada. The Lazarus Guard and a group of resistance fighters from the states drove them off, but not after discovering something much, much worse than zombies and ghouls... They found Vault 17, and unleashed the horrors within. The resistance fighters managed to kill the Hive Mind that was controlling the Mycomorphs in the Vault, and the facility was thought secure. Now, both the Conclave and the UN Remnant are seeking it out. The UN to fix their mistakes and create true life, and he Conclave to create a new breed of super-soldier. You are a member of one of these factions sent to claim the Lazarus Facility for yourselves, but you may find that it is not as empty as you think...

Factions

Conclave
The Conclave is the current reigning faction in the remains of Earth, crushing any resistance with an iron fist. Their populace is composed of emotionless dull-eyed drones, who trudge about seeking to please the Voice with their labors. Their soldiers are distinctive in their gas masks and black uniforms. Original thought is a crime in the Conclave, and the law is enforced brutally by shotgun toting Enforcers.

Soldier- The basic footman of the Conclave's endless army.
Starting Equipment: Machine Gun, body armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades
Enforcer- The de facto gestapo of the Conclave, Enforcers prowl the streets with their shotguns, meeting out punishment on free thinkers and non-conformists alike.
Starting Equipment: Shotgun, medikit, riot armor, 3 nerve gas grenades
Thought Policeman- These psychics patrol the streets, hunting down thought criminals and resistance members.
Starting Equipment: Reaper Pistol, flack vest
Special Rules: Can read the thoughts of NPCs. (Just ask what an NPC is thinking)
Ghost- Cloaking snipers that can kill whole squads before they even know he's there.
Starting Equipment: Sniper Rifle, flack vest, cloaking device, combat knife, pistol

UN Remnant
The Remnant has fallen on hard times, the Conclave constantly hammers them in combat, and recruitment has dropped to near nothing in the past months. They fight a desperate war against a seemingly unstoppable foe.

Soldier- The basic footman in the UN army.
Starting Equipment: Machine Gun, body armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades
Heavy Assault Trooper- The heavy assault trooper is the shock and awe unit of the Remnant, dropping down on enemy positions and dealing incredible damage with their Ripsaw guns.
Starting Equipment: Ripsaw Machine Gun, PLEX armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades, 2 det packs
Sniper- Marksmen renowned for their ability to pick off foes at insane distances with their long rifles.
Starting Equipment: Sniper Rifle, pistol, flack vest, 3 nerve gas grenades
Psych- UN psychics that are trained to root out traitors in their ranks.
Starting Equipment: Reaper pistol, flack vest
Special Rules: Can read the thoughts of NPCs. (Just ask what the NPC is thinking)

RULES
To perform an action, simply state what you want to do. The game is played In Character, and everything you do or say will apply directly to your character. If you are speaking out of character, be sure to write OOC before you post.
WARNING: THIS GAME IS LETHAL!
Chances are, a couple of you are going to die over the course of the RP, whether another player hits you with nerve gas or a Vivisector cuts you into your component pieces. When your character dies, you can make a new one, and I'll fill in how they enter into the current scene.
I must ask that everyone use this format for their character;

Name: (Conclave players keep in mind that a serial number is customary.)
Personality:
Faction:
Class:
Personal History:
Family:
Worst Fear:
Hopes For The Future:
Motivation:

Alright, once I get a few players, we can get this thing started!

**Vulkan_He'stan**

OK ill bite

Name: Dan
Personality: humorous, OCD, slightly unhinged, scitsofrenic
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Sniper
Personal History: was abandoned at birth and was raised by a military family
Worst Fear: that one day every thing he fights for will be achived and will havee nothing to fight for.
Hopes For The Future: not everything he wants goes right
Motivation: his alter egos

**Mordoskul**

Please be serious with this one, I've seen your other posts.

Thank you.

**Mordoskul**

INITIATE TRAINING SCENARIO:
...
...ACTIVATING...

You are standing in a dimly lit hallway, the few lights that hang from the ceiling shed barley enough light to see by. At one time, this place may have been a hospital, now it is a run down wreck, with gurneys tipped over in the hallway and automated doors slamming shut at alarming speeds before opening again and repeating the cycle. You can hear odd noises coming from a room 6 yards away from your current position.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

With great caution Dan moved towards the room pistol drawn he slowly moved though the door frame into the room

**Mordoskul**

As you cautiously move towards the room, the automatic door whooshes open, revealing a grisly scene. The remains of at least 5 men and women are strewn headless about the former operating room, presiding over the charnel scene is a nightmarish being that may have been human at one point in it's life. Its surgeons garb is stained with gore, as its ribs split open with a horrendous crunching sound, the thing is bent backwards, forcing it to all fours. The surgeons head pops off the torso as a bladed tentacle forces its way out of the chest cavity through the neck. The ribs snap together like a hungry maw, sprinkling the walls with droplets of blood. It chitters surreally, and the tentacle surges towards you.

Pick a number 1-10

**Chowderhead**

Name: Ghost 246
Personality: Smiling, happy, usually upbeat. When in combat, smiles at every kill.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Ghost
Personal History: Born into the ranks of the Enclave, Ghost 246 was alwaus upbeat. When he reached recuitment age, he learned this marksmanship was amazing. This helped his ego, as well. As the most popular child at the academy, the teachers feared he would use his powers of charm to create a rebellion, so they sent him on a suicide field op. 6 Months later, a grimy, soot covered man walked in the door of the academy. "What's next?"
Family: Mother was an Enforcer, and father was a though policeman. Both died, and was sent to the academy. No other family is known.
Worst Fear: Missing a shot.
Hopes For The Future: That he can keep doing what he does best.
Motivation: The thrill of the hunt.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

7

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

I'll join in if possible.

Right nnow just about to do school work :( so I'll do my char sheet later

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

(I just added a few things to the char sheet that I thought were necessary.

Name: Dez
Age:
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Soldier
Personality: Generaly quiet, thinking all the time, figuring who is trustworthy, and always preparing for the next fight.
History: Parents were killed in a car accident, so had to be taken in by his Uncle, who was in the Army. His Uncle taught him how to be carm, and how to fight, so that Dez could join the Military when he was old enough. His uncle died two weeks after Dez joined the military.
Family: No family left alive. His teammates are his family now.
Worst Fear: Failure
Hopes For the Future: To continue his Uncle's work.
Motivation: His team

**Mordoskul**

(Dez)

INITIATE TRAINING SCENARIO:
...
...ACTIVATING...

As you step into out of the lift, you survey a lonely scene; the hallways of the hospital are choked with with the corpses of the dead, their blood coating the walls like charnel graffiti. The sounds of battle can be heard from a room several yards away.

**Mordoskul**

(Dan)

You manage to barley prevent the tentacle from stealing your life, and your bullet severs the unnatural appendage in a spray of arterial gore. Still, the thing comes on, snapping at you with it's inhuman 'mouth'. Twisting it's limbs about, it flips upside down, and scuttles towards you, before leaping at you.

Pick a number 1-10.

**Mordoskul**

(Ghost 246)

The dropship settles into the hard packed Canadian snow, melting it with it's engines. Hundreds of black clad troopers file out from their respective vessels, creating a column of ebony humanity. The night sky glitters with bright stars, the moon illuminating the snow and making it shine as if polished. As you step from your transport, you are impressed by the size of the Lazarus Facility. The white building is easily the size of a small city, several towers jut up into the night sky, brushing the evening clouds. A monotone voice plays over the intercom, giving deployment orders. "Echo Group, report to the primary gate." As you and the rest of Echo Group arrive at the impressive blast doors that prevent the Conclave from claiming what is rightfully theirs. As demolition squads plant detenators that bloom into yellow-orange explosions that light up the night. As the gate is opened by charges, a wet moan escapes from the facility, and dozens of animated corpses shuffle out into the Canadian wilderness. Many are dispatched by headshots from your squadmates, but suddenly a grenade is hurled into the Conclave lines, and a cry of surprise is heard before it is silenced forever by the meat rending explosion. Sniper fire lands and downs more soldiers. "Kill those snipers!" comes the cry from Officer 432. You quickly locate a group of ghoul marksmen standing atop the roof of the Lazarus Facility.

**Nulipuli2**

Name: Zeratul (

p-unintended)
Personality: sneaky, mysterious
Faction: Ghost
Class: Sniper
Personal History: Unknown :p
Family: Unknown
Worst Fear: Tyranids? for some reason
Hopes For The Future: nobody knows
Motivation: no motivation

**Mordoskul**

Ah, clean up your stat page, Ghost is a class, not a faction. And please remove the references to SC and 40k. Thank you.

**mink580**

Name: R3X13372sK9 (Rex)
Personality: Indifferent
faction: Conclave
class: Ghost
personal history: He was born in a small town he grew learning to hung large mutated game with the most powerful citizen grade rifles. His teachers quickly sound out he had a natural gift for marksmen ship being able to hit in the size of a bottle top with anything from a bow and arrow to a military grade rifle. He became incorporated into the ranks instantly at the correct age and soon became a high ranking officer.
Family: Nothing is known.
Worst Fear: Loss of his trigger finger
Hopes For the future: To become the commander of the ghosts
Motivation: Thrill of causing death

**Chowderhead**

Mordoskul wrote:(Ghost 246)

The dropship settles into the hard packed Canadian snow, melting it with it's engines. Hundreds of black clad troopers file out from their respective vessels, creating a column of ebony humanity. The night sky glitters with bright stars, the moon illuminating the snow and making it shine as if polished. As you step from your transport, you are impressed by the size of the Lazarus Facility. The white building is easily the size of a small city, several towers jut up into the night sky, brushing the evening clouds. A monotone voice plays over the intercom, giving deployment orders. "Echo Group, report to the primary gate." As you and the rest of Echo Group arrive at the impressive blast doors that prevent the Conclave from claiming what is rightfully theirs. As demolition squads plant detenators that bloom into yellow-orange explosions that light up the night. As the gate is opened by charges, a wet moan escapes from the facility, and dozens of animated corpses shuffle out into the Canadian wilderness. Many are dispatched by headshots from your squadmates, but suddenly a grenade is hurled into the Conclave lines, and a cry of surprise is heard before it is silenced forever by the meat rending explosion. Sniper fire lands and downs more soldiers. "Kill those snipers!" comes the cry from Officer 432. You quickly locate a group of ghoul marksmen standing atop the roof of the Lazarus Facility.

Ghost 246 picks off the snipers with ease. The ramshackled weapons could not pierce his jacket, and years of training had taugh him to deal with high pressure situations. "Commander, this seemed to easy." Ghost heard the echo of the voice coming from Beta Group. "Engineer 675, You appear to be correct. Keep moving, and report if you spot anything."

"Ghost 246! Stop slacking and go cover Soldier 3921!" Shouted his XO, a very pudgy man."Yes commander." Soldier 3921 was sweeping the outer walls, a very boring job. "Ghost 246...I found something..."

Ghost walked to the site, and stared. "Oh my god. What is that?"

**Vulkan_He'stan**

2

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"gak" Dez thought, walking over to examine the corpses.

Out of respect for the dead, Dez left all thier possessions where they were. Then he slowly moved towards the door at the end of the hall.
Slowly he turned the handle with one hand, and his machine guy in his other hand, and prepared himself for what was through the door.

**mink580**

Although he lagged behind a bit Rex had managed to get back with the group he was the only one in his squad with a unique name, he was also the only one who preferred close combat. he drew his knife and sneaked up to ghost 246.

**Mordoskul**

(Dan)

The creature knocks you to the ground as it pounces atop you, it's maw snapping wildly. Your pistol is knocked aside, skittering across the tiling. Using the last of your strength, you heroically grip the beast's jaws, preventing them from closing on your person. However, one of your fingers slips on it's razor sharp 'teeth', causing you to lose your hold. The horrors mouth slams shut, severing your fingers in a bloody spray. You scream as it engulfs your head in it's ribcage/mouth, then fall silent as it severs your head, tossing it aside with a triumphant roar.

TERMINATING TRAINING SCENARIO

You awake in the holopod covered in a layer of cold sweat, your CO clapping sarcastically to the side. "Congratulations, you're dead. I hope to god you can survive a real encounter with one of those things. We ship out in an hour, our scouts report that the Conclave has already began their attack, and have breached the Primary Gate. Our first order of business is to prevent them from getting farther than that. Sniper kill-teams will deploy to pick off officers and support weapons. You will deploy with KT 6, make your way down the hall to meet the rest of your team. And Dan, good luck, you're sure as hell going to need it."

**Mordoskul**

(Ghost 246)

((OOC: That's pretty close to godmodding fella, watch it.))

The remains of an engineer lay in various chunks in the snow, seemingly torn apart by powerful hands. As a medic inspects the scene, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched, you whip your head around to look at the top of the facility, and you swear you can see a tall, gangly shadow move out of sight. You detect the approach of your fellow Ghost R3X13372sK9 as he takes position behind you, along with several more members of Echo Group. "246, you have failed to repor-" The officer's words are cut off as a spine made of thin bone pierces his neck, leaving a crimson tail as it sinks into the snow. A man, or at least, something that was a man, with tentacles protruding from his back, fires another spine at you and R3X13372sK9 from it's deadly tentacles.

Both Ghost 246 and Rex:

Pick a number 1-10

**mink580**

8

**Chowderhead**

6

**Mordoskul**

(Rex and Ghost 246)

Leaping back, Rex avoids the deadly projectile as it whistles past. Another volley from the creature catches Ghost 246 full in the face, piercing his helmet through his eyepiece, another passing through his abdomen, puncturing his liver. Collapsing to the ground in a widening pool of his own blood, Ghost 246 feels the world go dark, the last thing he sees is a tall figure staring at him from the roof of the facility.

(Ghost 246 and Rex, pick a number 1-10)

**Mordoskul**

(Dez)

As you open the door, you find yourself alone, although the headless body of a surgeon lays before you. Confused, you sweep the room, looking for the source of the noise. You hear a faint rustling above you.

Pick a number 1-10

**mink580**

4

**Mordoskul**

(Rex)

You snap off a shot with your sniper rifle, sending the thing's head flying in a shower of blood. It sways there for a moment, then it rights itself, blindly firing another volly of spines, blind and deaf to the world.

Pick a number 1-10

**mink580**

7

**Mordoskul**

(Rex)

You are not fast enough to avoid the hail of needles, and your armour is pierced by dozens of the thin spines. Several pass through your torso, one destroying your left lung as it burrows through your flesh. Falling to the ground, gasping for air that will not come, you slowly begin to succumb to death.

Pick a number 1-10