JadeKnight
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A top secret branch of the American military was set up to attempt to open wormholes, or portals to other dimensions in order to expand their supply of resources for growth. A natural tear in the fabric of reality was discovered near New York, New York boosting the branch's success of being able to harness dimensional travel. After a few months a facility was built which would allow them to travel back and forth in the tunnel. Two probes were successful at finding a stable point to run the first travel trial between the current dimension and another. The dimension was had been discovered lead to a prehistoric world finding with many dangerous creatures..
Jared Rhinehart was born in the year 2078. Strict population controls had been in place to where families could only have one child. However his parents broke the law by having two children and both was taken away, placed in an orphanage. Despite the dire conditions, Derek remained happy and always had an eagerness to learn all he could. Feeling the need to get away from the static situation of the orphanage, he enrolled into the military at the age of 17, the earliest they allowed. He was hand-picked as a scout for the top secret program, nicknamed Line Runner. He spent most of his time learning everything he could about the job, improving his skills as much as he could. His dream of exploring finally came true when the Rift was discovered, becoming the first to volunteer for the maiden voyage through the Rift.
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March 5, 3020
Derek took a deep breathe as he looked at the glowing green pool of energy ringed by a metal circle at the end of a very long walkway. Though he was only a short distance from it, the pool looked very large to him. He was going to be the first human to go through the portal and he only had a vague clue of what to expect. The air was supposed to be clear of pollutants, and a much cleaner world overall. He shook his head for a moment and turned to go through the supplies that had been packed for him to take.
A battery-powered quad was the standard for exploration missions like his. The quad was built light, able to carry two passengers if needed. Attached to the quad was small trailer with enough supplies for a week. MREs, a two man tent, hammock, three uniforms, two flashlights with multi-colored lenses, spare battery for the quad, a solar-powered battery charger, various tools, and a portable radio were stashed away neatly inside. Painted on the side of the small trailer and front left bumper was the Line Runner's symbol, a red sword within a light brown circular gear.
With everything was in order, he double-checked his personal equipment. His uniform was a digitized pattern of multiple shades of green on the top and pants. A small palm-size computer was in his right breast pocket while the rest of his other pockets were empty. He wore brown-colored body armor which was woven with materials which could turn aside any bladed implements and stop any caliber bullet up to a 7.62 round. His standard issue side-arm was a sonic pulse pistol, housed on his right hip in a jet black holster. An electronic pulse rifle was slung across his back, equipped with a black vinyl sling. Hanging from his waist was a sheathed ten-inch combat knife with a titanium-carbon steel mixture blade, and two pulse grenades. A full camelbak of water was slung over his back, the drinking tube clipped to the front of his vest.
"Everything is set for you to move out Sgt. Rhinehart."
"Roger, moving out."
He took a sip of water as he tapped the comm-piece in his ear to turn it off. He took another deep breathe as he climbed onto the quad, feeling a mixture of dread and excitement at what he would find beyond the portal. It would be interesting to feel what actual wind would feel like blowing his short brown hair. He gunned the engine and moved forward towards the portal slowly, it's surface barely rippling. The quad had just made it into the portal when the entire system surged with an energy spike. Physically, nothing happened that John noticed, but the surge had caused the rip to shift into a completely different dimension for several seconds. The passage was successful for John and his equipment, but he was cut off as the rip resettled itself to the right dimension.
The first thing Derek noticed was the smell and taste of clean air. The sound and feel of the wind was soft as it blew past him. He stopped the quad where he was, sitting somewhere in a forest. Sunlight shone down through the canopy, feeling warm on his face. He pulled his Kevlar off of his head as he looked around carefully with his brown eyes. He was silent as he listened to the various sounds of the forest, trying to take it all in. He turned his comm-piece on, but only heard dead silence. He frowned as he spoke softly.
"Where is the probe?"
Jared Rhinehart was born in the year 2078. Strict population controls had been in place to where families could only have one child. However his parents broke the law by having two children and both was taken away, placed in an orphanage. Despite the dire conditions, Derek remained happy and always had an eagerness to learn all he could. Feeling the need to get away from the static situation of the orphanage, he enrolled into the military at the age of 17, the earliest they allowed. He was hand-picked as a scout for the top secret program, nicknamed Line Runner. He spent most of his time learning everything he could about the job, improving his skills as much as he could. His dream of exploring finally came true when the Rift was discovered, becoming the first to volunteer for the maiden voyage through the Rift.
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March 5, 3020
Derek took a deep breathe as he looked at the glowing green pool of energy ringed by a metal circle at the end of a very long walkway. Though he was only a short distance from it, the pool looked very large to him. He was going to be the first human to go through the portal and he only had a vague clue of what to expect. The air was supposed to be clear of pollutants, and a much cleaner world overall. He shook his head for a moment and turned to go through the supplies that had been packed for him to take.
A battery-powered quad was the standard for exploration missions like his. The quad was built light, able to carry two passengers if needed. Attached to the quad was small trailer with enough supplies for a week. MREs, a two man tent, hammock, three uniforms, two flashlights with multi-colored lenses, spare battery for the quad, a solar-powered battery charger, various tools, and a portable radio were stashed away neatly inside. Painted on the side of the small trailer and front left bumper was the Line Runner's symbol, a red sword within a light brown circular gear.
With everything was in order, he double-checked his personal equipment. His uniform was a digitized pattern of multiple shades of green on the top and pants. A small palm-size computer was in his right breast pocket while the rest of his other pockets were empty. He wore brown-colored body armor which was woven with materials which could turn aside any bladed implements and stop any caliber bullet up to a 7.62 round. His standard issue side-arm was a sonic pulse pistol, housed on his right hip in a jet black holster. An electronic pulse rifle was slung across his back, equipped with a black vinyl sling. Hanging from his waist was a sheathed ten-inch combat knife with a titanium-carbon steel mixture blade, and two pulse grenades. A full camelbak of water was slung over his back, the drinking tube clipped to the front of his vest.
"Everything is set for you to move out Sgt. Rhinehart."
"Roger, moving out."
He took a sip of water as he tapped the comm-piece in his ear to turn it off. He took another deep breathe as he climbed onto the quad, feeling a mixture of dread and excitement at what he would find beyond the portal. It would be interesting to feel what actual wind would feel like blowing his short brown hair. He gunned the engine and moved forward towards the portal slowly, it's surface barely rippling. The quad had just made it into the portal when the entire system surged with an energy spike. Physically, nothing happened that John noticed, but the surge had caused the rip to shift into a completely different dimension for several seconds. The passage was successful for John and his equipment, but he was cut off as the rip resettled itself to the right dimension.
The first thing Derek noticed was the smell and taste of clean air. The sound and feel of the wind was soft as it blew past him. He stopped the quad where he was, sitting somewhere in a forest. Sunlight shone down through the canopy, feeling warm on his face. He pulled his Kevlar off of his head as he looked around carefully with his brown eyes. He was silent as he listened to the various sounds of the forest, trying to take it all in. He turned his comm-piece on, but only heard dead silence. He frowned as he spoke softly.
"Where is the probe?"