After the Brood War... (A Starcraft RP open for three or four males/females)

[Brazillian_Anna]

After the Brood War... (A Starcraft RP open for three to five males/females)

Arrrgh, people keep having to leave my threads. >_<;;

Well, let's try this one then...

This thread is a Starcraft RP. It is set recently after the events in the Brood War game. The Zurg hold ultimate control over most of the Galaxy, but there are several places were the resistance against the Queen of the Blades continues. The remaining humans fight valiantly against the Zurg as the Protoss attempt in vain to formulate a plan to retake their homeworld of Auir from the Zurg.

As is usual for my recent RPs, I will be the storyteller/GM. As such, I will play all minor characters and hold the task of setting the scene for the players.

What I will need is three to five players. I will need as a minimum, one ghost player, one firebat player, and one marine player. Hopefully, I can arouse intrest in an additional marine player, and someone to play a medic. Please PM me if you are interested in one of the roles.

Basic knowledge of the Sarcraft universe will be helpful, but not required. If you think that you might be interested in participating, but don't have the necessary background, I would be happy to give you a crash course in Starcraft history.

The setting for this RP is in the Kel-Morian combine. Those who remember the Brood War game will remember that the Zerg soundly damaged the infastructure of the Combine in order to fund its invasion of Korhal. They did not route out or destroy the Combine however, and they are fighting to repulse the Zerg from the planets under their control. You are a group of Terran soldiers who form part of a squad that fought the Zurg in their initial invasion of the Kel-Morian Combine.

The story begins...

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A woman sat quietly in abooth in the corner of a restaurant. Sipping on a green colored liquid, she sighed. Life was not easy for the split-up terran factions. Cooperation, which would be key to defeating the Zurg, was not plentiful. None of the various factions could agree on how to defeat the Zurg. Where the hell are they, she thought to herself. They're late. She had agreed to meet a group of friends here for a meal. Over by the bar, there was another woman, dressed provocatively. One guess as to her occupation, she thought to herself. Lieutenant Kelsey Mank smiled. Now that the whole Terran sector was torn into war, it was especially important that they had some way to find pleasures in this life, even the most basic and simple ones.

Kelsey knew them well, and the fact that they were late didn't surprise her. But she knew they would show up. They had better, or there would be hell to pay. There would be hell to pay anyway. There was always hell to pay with the Zurg.

 

[dragonrazor]

i wouldn't mind joining, but i have never played Starcraft.

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

i wouldn't mind joining, but i have never played Starcraft.

OOC: Send me a PM then, and I'll do what I can to explain the history to you. Would be my pleasure.

 

[dukelover12]

Sargeant Kenneth hurried to the restaurant. He knew he was late but he couldn't help it. Despite all his Ghost training he had never been able to keep track of the time. He walked in and saw her sitting in a booth at the back. He walked up.
"Hello lieutenant."

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

"Hello Sergeant. I trust you are well? I haven't seen you in a while now." She smiled at him. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you anything about why you are here until your friends arrive, so I hope they are not long. In the meantime, why don't you tell me what you've been up to recently?" She sipped at her drink and watched as the waiter came up to the table.

"Hello sir," the young waiter said to the sergeant. "Can I take a drink order for you?"

 

[HalfCircleMoon]

OOC:
Charles Walker
Firebat
Age: 28
Height: 5'10
Hair: Brown

IC:
Walker walked up to the bar, and saw Seargant Kenneth already there, along with his lieutenent.

"Walker, reporting for Duty" he saluted.

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

Edit: irrelevant now.

Continuing on...

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

The lieutenant looked up. "Private Walker, there is no need to be so formal around me, unless we are in a serious combat situation of course," she added smiling to him. "Come and sit down. We're still waiting on the others." She looked out the window and saw people passing the restaurant, but nobody that she wanted to see. She took another sip of her drink.

The waiter was still standing next to the table. "I will take your drink order as well sir," he said to him. He handed both a menu.

 

[HalfCircleMoon]

"I'll have what she's having then," he said.

He returned the menu to the waiter, and sat down in the chair next to the lieutenant. He sighed as he stretched his legs and arms. He had just been on a 16 hour watch shift, and was tired. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, and letting the smoke relax him a little.

He offered the pack to the lieutenant. "So what are we drinking?"

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

"It's a surprise," she said to him grinning. She politely refused the smokes by saying, "no thanks, I don't smoke." There was a quiet atmosphere in the retaurant since it was mostly empty now. She had chosen it though because it was a good meeting spot and served as the primary hangout for the local military platoon. "I hope both of you are doing well now, because you might not be doing so well in the near future." She surpressed a grimace as she looked at both of them.

 

[DemonGSides]

*Sighs* I'm designing an entire board based on Starcraft on another site... This will help pass the time...

A man walked in, his fatigues somewhat torn, faded, and worn. He had a cigar hanging out the side of his mouth, and a chip on his shoulder. He strutted in as though he owned the place.

Schezar.

Yes, not unlike that rebel Schezar, Mikael Schezar was actually related to the upstart, 2nd cousin twice removed. He moved over to the table where his CO was, and sat down, switching the sides of the mouth his cigar rested on.

"Mornin' Kelsey, guys...

Roasted any good Zerg lately?"

((Its Zerg <_<))

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

OOC: I know it's Zerg. But it was late, and I was tired. Forgive me. Now, are you a marine, or a medic?

IC: Kelsey looked up and saw Mikael heading over to the table. "Ah, one more of the party has arrived. Good. It's coming together now," she said, smiling. The scantily clad women was watching the table with interest, and Kelsey couldn't help but smile at that. Maybe that woman had friends hidden somewhere? Anything was possible. She had a feeling that her friends were about to have an interesting night. But that would have to wait, business came first. Duty before self and all that. She smirked again as her mind ventured south. Get ahold of yourself, she thought. They might notice.

 

[dragonrazor]

Name: Zoa Alhazad (trust me, you don't want to know where i got this one.)
Occupation: Marine
black hair, blue eyes, 230 pounds, 6'6"

The sound of heavy booted feet came towards the table the young woman was sitting at. While not in full armor, Zoa Alhazad could still intimidate. It was as if he had a unique aura. He was a psionic, which was rare among the marines. usually, Psionics were chosen to be Ghosts. He was once quoted as saying "you're not erasing my mind...period." So he was moved to the marines, where they hoped he'd be useful at full power. And useful he was. He'd developed a way of supercharging the standard issue Gauss rifle, designated Impaler, by using his psionic energy. Okay, so it was a little odd that he couldn't do it with anything heavier, yet, but he was still learning. As he came to a halt behind the young woman, he cleared his throat.

OOC: how's that?

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

Kelsey again looked up. "Well look at that, you're all here. A bit late, I might add, but no worries. Those of you who are not seated, please do so now. I have somethng to tell you which you might not like hearing, but I assure you, is of the utmost importance." She tried to smile at them, but it came out more as more of a grimace than anything. The woman was still watching them, so her voice became more quiet. "As you look around you, you'll see the best of the best in the Kel-Morian Combine's army. There is a reason I've gathered you here today, and I'm sure you're all just dying to know."

 

[dragonrazor]

Zoa raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. He sat down slowly, taking a seat in the chair. He'd always hated bar seats. They were never comfortable, even for a marine. Still, it couldn't be helped. This was obviously a very important meeting, otherwise there wouldn't be someone from each division there. He barely heard the lieutenant's words, however. Something felt wrong about the place. He could never explain how his psionics worked. He knew he could sense certain things. He could see differently, and of course there was his ability with the rifles. Other than that, there was a lot about his gift that he didn't understand, and since no one else understood it, no one had any answers for him. He saw the lieutentant's gaze stray to a scantily clad woman every so often, and he tilted his head, turning to study the object of scrutiny.

 

[dukelover12]

Seargent Kenneth looked at the other 3 men who had joined him at the table with the lieutanant. A firebat, a man who had never seen before, and the psionic marine. He thought to himself how odd it was that the guy had become a marine instead of a Ghost. The seargant was psionic and for that reason he was chosed to become a Ghost. Strange indeed, though he was sure the higher-ups had their reasons. Lieutenant Kelsey had been about to announce the reason for this sudden call.
" Well lieutanant, no need to keep us in the dark. Go on."

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

OOC: Just a bump to make sure everyone is still alive and game...

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC; didn't want to post before anyone else...

IC: Zoa turned to look at the lieutenant. "Can we relocate this meeting? I don't like the feeling I get from this place." He hadn't paid attention to what was said. Whatever it was he felt, it was gnawing at him. His father would have joked about it being his blood warning him of danger. Too bad his father wasn't there anymore. The elder soldier had died in the initial attack by the Zerg. He had died valiantly fighting creatures that shouldn't exist. That was all a soldier could ask for, a death in battle.

 

[DemonGSides]

((I'm here... was away for most the weekend, sorrz))

Mikael listened, and it seemed the LT had brought along some bad news that considered his current employer, the Kel-Morian. Of course, lots of things threatened any Terran faction not part of the Dominion.

"Can't be anything too bad. We've all fought the Zerg, hell I've killed myriad of the 'Lings myself. Of course, the Protoss have always been friendly to us, unless we shoot first, so it can't possible be anything we haven't seen."

His voice was thick with what could only be called a Russian accent, though no one from the Combine had ever been to Earth. Inherited from his ancestor, a convict upon the original Freighters that crashed.

((For those not knowing, The BattleCruiser voice is a russian accent, sounds like him.))

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

"Well," she said quietly, "this will just take a minute."

She leaned in towards the others and whispered, "one of our orbital stations, has been taken by the Zerg. Normally we'd pass the station off for lost and have it destroyed, but it's still in orbit around this planet. And we detected Protoss life forms aboard the station. What we want to find out is why there are Protoss aboard the station. Are they captives? If so, why doesn't the Zerg simply kill them? As they so clearly did with all of our soldiers. What intrest does the Zerg have in them? We believe that it is of the utmost importance to find out. Tomorrow, we will ship you up and into the orbiting station via cloaked Wraiths. It should work because we detected no overlords in the vicinity of the station. Determening why the Protoss are on board is your primary mission, and taking the station back from the Zerg is the secondary objective. We will meet at 10:00 in the morning at the Starport. That is all," she said grimly, adding quickly, "I advise you all to something to keep you relaxed this evening, because the last thing we need is nervous and uptight soldiers reporting tomorrow."

Looking up, she saw that the one lady had become four. Kelsey couldn't help but smile to herself.

 

[The_PG]

A flash of bright blond hair outside of the diner window was the first thing that signaled Corpsman Nicole D. Johnston's late arrival to the busy place. A sigh that made her perky breasts droop slightly towards the ground sounded loudly even over most of the conversational chit chatter going around, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry I'm late Kel- Lieutenant Kelsey." She panted out, sliding around the table next to an impressively sized guy who reeked of gasoline, Firebat, Nicole thought with a slight roll of her eyes. The most testosterone induced waste of Government money, though the Marines were close second, especially with StimPack's becoming more widely available for usage, as a Medic she knew just how much those little packets of adrenaline really messed with people's minds. She had heard all their lines, felt all their bodies and truly, they were all the same, a bunch of over hyped jocks that had too many Credits and too much free time to know what to do with.

The only person she knew at this particular table was the Lieutenant, her commanding officer and basically the only person in charge of medic. Though technically the other members of the platoon with higher rank then her were in charge of her, it was widely accepted that in the heat of the moment she knew exactly what to do and the only person that should interrupt the medic's amazing abilities should be the platoon's Commanding Officer. As a medic Nicole was often sent out to various units as her class of soldier was few and far in between in the Colony's.

After catching her breath she tried to explain herself, "I missed the shuttle, had to catch the Z81 to downtown then catch a ride on the back of a Vulture to Seventh, then I ran here." With a wipe of the long curly hair away from the front of her face, Nicole finally settled down and looked around at everyone, waiting Kelsey's reply. She sat in rigid military style, her back straight, thrusting her chest out a bit, her posture was rigid through her body and the thin shirt she was wearing hung off her breasts and revealed just the oddest touches of her midriff. He loosing fitting camo shorts were stuffed with various medical supplies, because one never knew when something was about to go down. Also a medical bag hung around her right shoulder, across her back and chest went the straps. Splitting between her breasts to cup the shirt between her two slightly small mounds, the nipples were a bit hard from the running and her breathing was only just starting to slow down as she waited.

 

[DemonGSides]

Mikael laughed at the end of her speech. She obviously wanted them to have one last night of fun before they shipped off, probably most of them to their demise.

His brain buried this thought quickly.

"Well, if we are going to have a mission tomorrow, I say we get nice and drunk now.

Bartender, Vodka, and LOTS of it!"

Then, a cute looking package ran through the door. She had the greatest hint of being a Medic, due mostly unto the bag of supplies and the red cross. He smiled towards her, he being a marine bumped down from normal vehicle operator due to the lack of vehicles in the Combine.

She had a nice body, and perky breasts, something any guy would enjoy, and how he would enjoy them if he worked his cards right.

"Hello miss... May I offer you some vodka? We are going on a mission tomorrow, and let me tell you, I have a good feeling it will all go correctly..."

 

[dragonrazor]

Zoa shook his head at the thought of the lieutenant's idea of entertainment for them. He moved slightly just as a young and very hyper woman, a Medical Corps engineer, from the looks, rushed past him. It was a good thing, too. She'd almost bowled him over. He studied her for several long moments, then turned back to their commanding officer. "Lieutenant, I believe our time would be better spent getting whatever gear we're going to need. I can't imagine the Office will pay for most of what we'll require for this mission of yours. That means we'll probably have to pay out of pocket. Do you have a list of recommendations?" He could almost feel the shock coming from the young medic. If he had been anywhere else, he probably would have grinned at the feeling, but since he was in a meeting regarding an upcoming mission, he didn't dare.

Marine though he may be, he was not an idiot like most of those who became Marines. That, and his father had incessantly drilled into him the origin of the term. He could almost hear his father's voice now. 'The Marines were the boarding parties on old naval vessels. As such they had to be tough, strong, fast, smart, and above all, able to think when they needed to.' He even imagined he felt the poke to the forehead that always punctuated the description. His hand immediately went up and rubbed the spot where the poke would have occurred.

 

[Brazillian_Anna]

"This isn't my mission at all soldier," she said addressing Zoa. "The Combine is providing all of the equipment needed for this trip. Bearing in mind that that isn't too much. On a mission like this, you won't want to be overburdened with equipment. Basically your weapon, your armor, a handful of stim packs, and some food. Relax, we don't want nervous nellies on this trip. Being nervous could ruin the whole plan. Remember, subtlety is key. You will be SNEAKING onto the station. Too much equipment could give you away, AND it would slow you down. The Zerg don't take very kindly to stragglers. Besides, some of you might not be coming home, so you might as well make a night of it." She shrugged. "I don't really see what else there is to do."

Lieutenant Kelsey turned to the newcomer. "Corpsman Johnston, I understand your troubles, but may I have a word with you in private?" Kelsey stood up. "If you'll follow me for a moment," she said leading Nicole away from the table. "And boys," she called back, "have fun, but try not to get into trouble. The last thing we need is an arrested team member."

 

[dragonrazor]

Zoa raised an eyebrow at that, then shrugged. He had no intention of wasting time with doing anything but preparing for the mission. He stood up slowly, stretched, and bowed to the soldiers remaining at the table. "I'm going to go see if I can get a couple of extra power packs for my rifle. And anything else I might need. You guys can do what you want. I'll be back at ten."