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Outrim..Humanities last hope...{Open RP}
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Col. Scott Nightland stood over yet another body that has landed on his duty station level aboard humanities last effort to survive. If that was what you wanted to call it, being put inside a tin can and shot into space in hopes that life will continue. Earth was gone, gone to the greed of man that has brought nations attacking nations with weapons of mass destruction destroying the vary thing they wanted. It didn’t make sense then and it still didn’t make sense to him now. But that was five years ago and now here on this vessel life was just as tough. Yes it was a rather large ship that was built in space due to its enormous size and complexity of who owned it, for it was started by all nations before the war and was on it’s own when the mushroom clouds arose from the planet. At his last count there was seven hundred and ninety thousand people aboard living in the city that was centered in the middle of the Oval shaped space craft. The city was just like a major city that was on earth. It had hologram programs that simulated day and night, even an atmospheric condition that would allow it to rain on some days. But even with this great technology and all the death people still find reasons to take someone else’s life.
Scott was part of the Ship’s security force that reigned over the city as the police and would be the force that would repel any threat that came to the ship from external to even protect it from itself. Life was pretty simple for the most part there has been no external threats whatsoever but the internal conflict of life with the people was a constant activity and now there was three cases of murder in just one week and they all have been in his control zone. He was already in hot water with the Director of Security for the first two and now this one. He rolled his eyes when his com-link went off, “She doesn’t waste any time.” He whispered to himself. His gaze traveled down to the young lady that laid face down upon the cold steel, her clothes tousled about her indicating that she was assaulted before having her throat cut.
BEEP, BEEP.. The com-link continued to flash till he hit the button, ’Yes maam…” He responded coldly not enjoying the thought of having to hear her voice this early in the morning. She wouldn’t be so bad if you could put duct tape across her mouth then she would be very enjoyable to have around for she was a fine looking woman, but the voice of her constant harping was her downfall with all men.
And in so the day begins….
Open roleplay all positions available …
Col. Scott Nightland stood over yet another body that has landed on his duty station level aboard humanities last effort to survive. If that was what you wanted to call it, being put inside a tin can and shot into space in hopes that life will continue. Earth was gone, gone to the greed of man that has brought nations attacking nations with weapons of mass destruction destroying the vary thing they wanted. It didn’t make sense then and it still didn’t make sense to him now. But that was five years ago and now here on this vessel life was just as tough. Yes it was a rather large ship that was built in space due to its enormous size and complexity of who owned it, for it was started by all nations before the war and was on it’s own when the mushroom clouds arose from the planet. At his last count there was seven hundred and ninety thousand people aboard living in the city that was centered in the middle of the Oval shaped space craft. The city was just like a major city that was on earth. It had hologram programs that simulated day and night, even an atmospheric condition that would allow it to rain on some days. But even with this great technology and all the death people still find reasons to take someone else’s life.
Scott was part of the Ship’s security force that reigned over the city as the police and would be the force that would repel any threat that came to the ship from external to even protect it from itself. Life was pretty simple for the most part there has been no external threats whatsoever but the internal conflict of life with the people was a constant activity and now there was three cases of murder in just one week and they all have been in his control zone. He was already in hot water with the Director of Security for the first two and now this one. He rolled his eyes when his com-link went off, “She doesn’t waste any time.” He whispered to himself. His gaze traveled down to the young lady that laid face down upon the cold steel, her clothes tousled about her indicating that she was assaulted before having her throat cut.
BEEP, BEEP.. The com-link continued to flash till he hit the button, ’Yes maam…” He responded coldly not enjoying the thought of having to hear her voice this early in the morning. She wouldn’t be so bad if you could put duct tape across her mouth then she would be very enjoyable to have around for she was a fine looking woman, but the voice of her constant harping was her downfall with all men.
And in so the day begins….
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