The new generation....

[Brains123]

The year is 3030 the earth lies pocked mark like a teenage girl after a three week eating binge of chocolate and greasy foods. The reason? The war of 2080 thousands of nukes were launched all at once destroying all but few scattered third world countries. The main countries are gone and lay in ruins unreconizable even from space. Several space colonies were set up before the war began but most are half built and are in need of serious repair. The remaining goverments, as always have other things better to spend it on. War still continues between the space colonies dwindling the few million people who managed to make it into space as the earth below them has problems of its own. But those people arnt the issue...its the few and the proud that refused to leave their homes. The few and the proud who stashed themself away in bunkers and tunnels and other nuke proof shelters. Those not caught in the direct blast have other things to worry about though... Many underground colonies have sprung up in the last year now that the earth has stopped its radioactive glow, as some people say. But there are those who have never stepped foot on earth yet who live below its surface. They being born into radioactive times have 'adjusted' so to speak to the chaotic times. See it seems not only is earth being pulled apart by the human struggle, so is the very fabric of space. Time rips have opened every where spilling out alien creatures into the face of the planet from past and future. Times are desperate and we turn to the new generation....they must fight back!!


I purposely left a few things vague so you can create characters and backrounds to full them in. Thats the basic outline as to the story so create a character and enjoy!

 

[Brains123]

Name: Grog
Age: 21
Location: Underground (You can start out in the space colonies too)
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 280
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Dark Red
Birth Defect: Born with four arms
Developed Power: Able to shoot flames from hands other fire powers still unknown
Weapons: Always has a few post war plasma rifles on hand. As well as a satchel of plasma grenades for fun occasions.


Grog stepping out of the underground bunker stares upward at the ever brighter sun. Its not the brightness that bothers him his flame powers seem to help him with that at least. Grabbing one of the plasma rifles at his side he side steps around the bunkers edge peering out into the cratered world.

"I cant imagine what it would have looked like a thou......no just a 100 years ago."

Stareing out into the vast emptyness a figure moves in the distance which shocks him back into reality.

"We got company!!!"

It was suppose to be just a scouting mission but more and more often now it turns into an all out battle. The men he travels with rounds the corner and one grabs him on the shoulder and pulls him downward as a wierd hiss fills the air. A strange projectile flys past at over a 100 mph and nearly takes Grog's head off.

"Thanks man."

 

[cats]

Ooc

Name: Vegas
gender: Male
hair: none
height: 6'0
Weight: 160lbs
Skin: normal
eyes: brown
birth defect: No long term memory. (See bellow.)
Powers: Healing reservoir, he can heal his own wounds and regrow body parts with out any effort. He can also simply touch others and do the same. This limitation means, while he can recover himself from something as lethal as his head being removed, he can't do the same to some one else because they simply die to fast. Their is a limit to how much healing he can do at one time, on average he can rebuild half a human body in a day, but there is no known upper limit to how much healing he can store.

The problem is the more healing he has built up the shorter his memory span is. If he has used up all of his healing he can remember his whole life, after about a day of not healing any one he can remember a week, two days is about half a week , and after about a week he can only remember a hour.

Weapons: He carries around a pair of needler handguns. (They use railgun technology to rapidly fire small needles.)

 

[Ankara]

Name: Ziya
Gender: Female
Location: Underground caves
Age:23
Hair: Purple, cut short, close to her head
Height: 5'9

Skin: Normal, Except for two rows of purple scales on either side of her spine, as well as purple scales from her elbows down and her knees down. She has normal hands that have scales as well as her feet, but she only has three toes. She has black claws instead of nails.

Birth Defect: Her scales, which she can hide on her body, except for the scales on her arms and legs.

Powers: In a fight, her scales will cover her entire body making her bulletproof. She has mostly been in fights where they use some sort of blade or older style gun that use bullets, and she hasn't been hurt. Elemental attacks haven't been tried, or any other weapon. She can also change the color of her scales to match her surroundings. She isn't completly invisible, because she can't change the color of her cloths, or anything that she carries and it slows her down. She can also use her claws to climb. But she can't use her claws to climb rock.

Weapons: She carries throwing blades (which she mainly uses for hunting, but can be handy in a fight). And two hand held plasma guns that she carries on her hips

 

[Ankara]

Ziya pressed her body to the ground when she heard a whistling sound coming from her right below her. Immediatly she let her scales form a protective layer over her skin and changed their color to match the ground. Ziya looked around, she didn't think that she was the target, but she didn't want to make herself one.

She crawled over to the edge of the rock incline that she had been camped on. Looking down a few yards away from her was what looked like a bunker. Ziya spotted who the obvious target was. A big red guy with four arms. She chuckled to herself, "That is way more weird than Camlin's goat man." Her brother was never going to beleive this, when she found her way back to the caves.

She looked down and to her right and saw a small group. They were hard to see, but she assumed they were the ones firing.

 

[Brains123]

Grog pokeing his head back around the titanium alloyed bunker raised the plasma rifle to fire. A few feet away a 'disturbance' in the ground told him a fellow 'adapted one' was in the crossfire.

"Hurry to shelter!"

He becked with two of his free massive arms, the plasma gun, still in his other hands waves threatingly in the direction of the approaching beings. A sharp hissing fills the air again as yet another projectile flys past the bunker. This time Grog has a chance to get a look at it before it explodes into a firey blue ball. Its solid core looks almost metal but cant be as it flows like liquid. Its deep green color makes no since as when it explodes it erupts into fiery blue explosions. Grog rushing to help the other 'adapted' grabs another plasma rifle with his other hands. Fireing both at the oncoming creatures he wacthes as the thick blue plasma balls slam into the creatures chest. The creature barely takeing a step back raises it's weapon to fire again. He wacthes as the being raises his arms to fire and without any physical command another projectile flows from the tip. Gaining speed in an instant Grog doesent even have time to think as it slams into his chest. Flying backwards a great distance he slams into the thick titanium alloyed bunker and slumps to the ground. The blue flame seems to have no effect on him but the projectile still packs quite a punch.

Slumped on the ground he shakes his head in anger and rises to his feet quickly reaching into the satchel. He pulls free two plasma grenades as a team of 'non-adapted' round the corner.

"Stay back!"

They start to fire on the beings fear creeping into their faces as yet another projectile slams into the bunker mere feet from Grog's head. The blue fiery flames envolope the bunker and explode outward with tremendous force sending him flying several more feet. From the ground looking behind him he wacthes as the 'non-adapteds' burst into flames, their charred remains dropping to the ground leaving nothing but charred flesh clinging to ashed bone.

Badly hurt grog's lasts view is wacthing as the plasma grenades start to roll free of his grip. Slipping into darkness he groans and with the last bit of strength tosses them towards the oncoming beings.

 

[Ankara]

A sharp sound peirced the air, and a blinding blue light burst from the projectile. Ziya ducked her head into her arms to protect her eyes. She felt her heart start to pump as fear and adreneline surged through her body. This wasn't like the fighting back home. This was something different, and more terrifiying.

When the blinding light began to fade, Ziya lifted her head in time to see the big red guy fire on the attackers, and is hit in return. The blast was strong enough to throw him back up against the bunker. Ziya drew her weapons, and fired on an attacker nearest to her. This didn't seem like a fair fight, if it ever was. While Ziya was taking aim on the attackers, it seemed Red wasn't as hurt as she first thought, because he jumped to his feet and pulled something out of a bag at his side. Another projectile hit the bunker, forcing her to cover her eyes again, but this time she didn't wait till the light completly faded, she began to open fire when the bunker was still covered with flames.

Some of the attackers in the back caught sight of Ziya, and returned fire. One shot hit her arm. She could feel it burning. It surprised her, at home when she'd been hit by a weapon, she could feel the impact but it never burned. She looked at her arm, it chared some of her scales, but didn't seem to harm the skin underneath. Ziya turned her attentions back to the fight. She had picked off two of them when another large blast coming from the bunker threw her up against the rock wall behind her.

 

[Brains123]

Grog awakeing after being knocked out for what seemed like hours studied the strange room around him.

"What happened?"

No one appears to be in the room but then again you never know when an 'adapted' is around. Attempting to get up he discovers his legs and arms shackled to the table beneath him. It all comes flooding to him in a rush of thought.

"I been captured!"

He lets out a low rumble deep from withen his chest before slamming his fist upward. The bonds strain with an audible creak but dont break. Trying one more thing he closes his eyes and all four of his hands begins to glow a fiery red. Withen seconds they erupt into flames growing with intensity every moment. His eyes follow suit seconds later, small flames licking around his dark red face. Anger seeming to flow from him like water over a cliff. Again with another growling rumble from his chest he slams his body upwards with ten times more strength. The bonds snap easily sending shards of strange metal scattering outward. Doing the same for his legs he hops from the table and charges the nearest door.

"Now i'm angry!"

He bursts through the solid seeming door with almost no effert leaving a charred hole behind him. Two guards posted at the door stand frozen as he emerges through, gentle flames now crawling upward from his feet. Useing his top two set of hands he grabs their necks and with a sharp twist their necks snap. The other set of hands grab their weapons as they drop to the floor lifeless. Slinging the two weapons over his shoulders he calls back into the room.

"Any 'adapteds' feel free to follow."

(OCC: You dont have to be captured with me. Just left it open so that you could have been.)

 

[Ankara]

Ziya pulled herself up from the ground, and looked over the edge. The blast had taken out a few more men, but Red was down, possibly dead. Ziya fired and hit a man closest to the body starting to get up. She looked over to the bunker, and saw the charred bodies of the inhabitants. She almost gaged at the sight, she obviously wasn't getting any help from them.

The men on the ground were starting to recover from the blast, because Ziya was being fired at again. A well aimed blast in Ziya's direction made the rock under her feet start to crumble and give way. Ziya dropped her guns and tried to claw her way up the wall. but it was no use. The wall was crumbling around her, sending her crashing to the ground.

Ziya shook her head and tried to get up, but a foot pushed her back into the rubble. She heard a weapon power up behind her, "It's still alive." Someone shouted. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up to standing, and turned her around to face him. Ziya struck out with her claws, hitting the plating on his chest.

Ziya froze when she felt a gun press to her temple, "Hold still you freak or I'll blast your head off."

They cuffed her and left her on the ground by the wall with two guards. She began to look around, trying to see where her guns had fallen. They were out of reach. She looked to where Red had fallen, they were cuffing him, and it looked like they were trying to find a way to move him. Some other men were going into the bunker.

Ziya looked down at her arm, it wasn't looking good, the scales had burned away, and it had started to attack the skin underneith. She moved and let her scales shift back under her skin, so she could take a better look, see how badly the skin was. She was burnt, but she figured it looked, and felt worse than it was.

And thats when she remembered her knives. She smiled slightly and looked up at the two men guarding her, trying to figure out her chances of killing these two, and making it to her guns, before anyone else noticed.

She pulled out one of her small blades and hid it in the palm of her right hand. "Oh God! My arm is killing me," Ziya started to cry, "Please you have to help me."

One of her guards looked down at her. His eyebrows shot up when he saw that her scales were gone, he nudged his friend and said "Hey, maybe I change my mind on keeping her, she's not such an ugly little freak, well once you get past the hands." His friend laughed and looked back towards the bunker. " Here honey, let me take a look at that."

Ziya smiled at him as he crouched down to look at her right arm. She brought her hand up to her chest, giving him a better look at the burn. "That looks really sore, now if you had been a good girl and not fired on us, you wouldn't have hurt that beautiful arm of yours, hmmm kitten."

"Maybe not," She said, and drove her knife into his voice box, covering his mouth with her other hand and leading his body to the ground. "But what would the fun be in that?" She looked up in time to see his friend start to raise his gun. She kicked it out of his hand and threw two knives that deflected off his chest plating. She started to dive for his gun, but a shot came from the bunker, she raised her scales just in time to have the blast hit her leg and throw her back up against the wall knocking her out.

Ziya woke, it was dark, she made her scales blend with the color of the wall. She tried to move, her left arm was chained to the wall. 'Well atleast I don't have to worry about my arm any more' she thought to herself, 'Cause my leg is gonna kill me.'

There was a low growling, 'or whatevers in the room with me.' All of a sudden flames broke out across the room from her. She saw that it was Red. He was bursting into flame. If she wasn't so scared, she would have said something, but he started to slam himself into the wall. She stared wide eyed as he broke the chains and yelled "Now i'm angry!"

She pressed herself closer to the wall and closed her eyes, 'this is just a nightmare, I'm going to wake up soon.' She heard the door crash open. She was partly releived that he wasn't in the same room as her anymore, and partly desperate to leave this room as well

"Any 'adapteds' feel free to follow."

For a split second she thought, 'is he talking to me?' and considered keeping quiet. But they were probably going to kill her anyway, should atleast try this offer. She tried to pull free from the wall, but remembered the chain.

"I can't!" She shouted, hiding her scales again and pulling on the chain.

 

[Brains123]

After hearing his booming voice echo back from the prison room he turns to leave.

*Well no one was in there after all...* He thinks to himself.

Just as he turns to leave though he hears the clang of chains and the shouts of a female voice.

"I can't"

Turning back to the room he smiles and steps back through the charred door. The fire covering his red body is only faint, now that his anger is quickly leaving. Following the direction of the shout he comes to the female attached to the wall. Held by the same bonds that held him he knows their only weakness.

"Close your eyes...."

Grabbing each of the chains with his 4 hands he closes his eyes. Once more his hands glow fiery red before bursting into flames. The strange metal seems to melt in his grasp and as they do he opens his eyes. The fire in his palms snuffs itself out in a small puff of smoke.

"Are you alright?"

 

[Ankara]

Her heart jumped into her chest as he turned and smile still glowing from the fire.

'he's going to kill me' she thought

"Close your eyes...."

'Oh god,' she thought to herself, and clenched her eyes closed tight. She started to feel heat on her wrist, and just about started to scream. But before she could the metal released her, and the fire extinguished.

"Are you alright?"

"Umm, yes and no, but nothing serious. I'm Ziya." She pulled herself up and examined her leg. The burn was alot worse than her arm, she suddered to think she had lost more scales.

 

[Brains123]

"Ziya such a beautifull name for such a beautifull person. I'm Grog....its as ugly a name as I. I'm sorry to frighten you, my looks do that to most people."

Finally calming down the remaining flicks of fire die and he appears to be his normal red self again. He glances up and down Ziya's body and sees the burns both on her leg and arm.

"I was taught how to treat burns...they are my element after all. May I?"

He reaches into the satchel of grenades and pulls open a side compartment. Pulling free a dirty glass jar he twists the top free and points the open end toward Ziya. The contents a sick green looking goo doesent seem to appealing but looks like it could do the job.

"Its what I use when I loose controll of the fire...after all I'm not totally fire proof."

 

[Ankara]

She blushed that he could read her that well. "No, you don't scare me, I've come across more... interesting..."

'god what was that word he used,"

"More interesting adapted's than yourself." She looked at the floor as she spoke. Maybe he wouldn't be able to tell, that he was the strangest anything that she's ever run into. And actually it made her feel like less of a freak.

She looked up in time to see him looking at her body, she just about slapped him, thinking he was just a brute, and that he didn't come back to help her, but had other things in mind.

"I was taught how to treat burns...they are my element after all. May I?"

'oops,' she thought. She watched as he reached into the satchel and pulled out a grungy glass and points the open end to her. The green goo that was in the jar just about made her sick to look at. Subconciously, she backed up.

"Its what I use when I loose controll of the fire...after all I'm not totally fire proof."

With an extremly sick look on her face, "I don't have to eat it do I?"

 

[Brains123]

Grog's big face contorted into what would be interpeted as a smile but his face just couldent do it. Laughing a hearty laugh he pulled back the jar of goo.

"Even I wouldent use it if I had to eat it. You just rub it on the burns it takes a few hours but all pain goes away withen a few seconds."

He studys her deeply as he waits for a response trying to imagine why she might be down here.

*Could she be an adapted? Or just a non adapted lost on her way? But the burns and her hands are not normal....she must be. But is she?*

A series of questons rage their way through his mind before he just blurts out.

"So are you an adapted too?"

 

[Ankara]

A funny look passed over Grog's face. She tilted her head to the side trying to figure out what it was. Then he started to laugh, deep and booming. Ziya couldn't help but smile.

"Even I wouldn't use it if I had to eat it. You just rub it on the burns it takes a few hours but all pain goes away withen a few seconds."

Ziya put a finger into the green slime. It was surprisingly cold, and not so surprisingly slimy. But it didn't gobble up her hand, so it must be safe. She put the rest of her fingers in, then started to rub it gently onto her burns. The coldness of it took away from the burning feeling.

"So are you an adapted too?"

"I guess so. I don't really look like you, but I really don't look like the men that attacked you either. Thanks," she said nodding to the slime, "I think its working." She held up her hands closer to him so he could see her claws and scales on her forearm and hands.

 

[Brains123]

Happy the burn ointment was working he contorted his face into another odd smile. The look of happyness just doesent come easy for a giant of a beast like Grog. Capping the jar he throws it back into the bag and checked to make sure no more burns needed his attention. Seeing she was unarmed he slides one of the new found weapons from his shoulder.

"Need a weapon? Yours must be around her somewhere..."

Looking around not far from where the stood were all the stuff they were captured with. It lay in a pile seemingly just thrown there. Grabbing his four plasma rifles and the grenades they took from his satchel, it being to small to manage over his large head, he tossed her the remaining guns.

"These must be yours right?"

Turning towards her and not waiting for an answer he spoke again.

"So if you dont mind me asking what are your gifts? If you choose to call them that...I know mine arnt."

(OCC: Had to explain why I still had the bag after being captured....)

 

[Ankara]

She watched as he rearmed himself.

"These must be yours right?"

Ziya caught her guns and slid them back into the holster on her hip. She looked around and found her knives still on her. They must not have searched her very throughly.

"So if you dont mind me asking what are your gifts? If you choose to call them that...I know mine arnt."

Ziya shivered a little and let her scales emerge covering her body. They stung a little coming out of the burns, but she knew once her skin was healed, her scales would be too. "It kinda comes in handy." she smirked and shruged her shoulders

(OCC: Thats ok, we'll just say the guards were drunk, so they didn't keep our weapons, saves time trying to get them back)

 

[Brains123]

Seeing the scales he nods his head in satisfaction.

"Quite impressive. Might you be the one I saw on the surface? Now with the scales you look quite familiar."

*Quite impressive indeed and slighty erotic.* He thinks to himself.

He chuckles outloud, this time forming an almost perfect smile. Small indeed but a smile still, his thoughts start to cascade but hes awakened by a loud explosion in the distance.

 

[Ankara]

"Quite impressive. Might you be the one I saw on the surface? Now with the scales you look quite familiar."

She saw a bit of a smile form on his face. "I didn't think that you saw..." She jumped when a loud explosion drown out her voice. "I think that should be our cue to leave."

 

[Brains123]

"Yes it is."

Makeing one last check of the room for anything valuable he heads to the charred door. Its still smoldering hole makes easy access for him as he steps through it. Makeing sure Ziya was still following he turns his head in both directions trying to figure out the best path.

"Any suggestions left is probaly towards the explosions right is to who knows where."

 

[cats]

Vegas:

IC: "Hey what are your names again?" I looked out of my cell door at the two guards.

One guard slapped his helmet. The other answered. 'Look we've been talking for all of 30 minutes and we have told you are names are Vicks and Wedge maybe ten times.'

I looked at the floor. "Oh Okay, why are we talking again?"

The other guard spoke. 'For the fifth time you commented about the changing of the guards.'

"Oh Okay, hey is that booze I smell? Have you two been drinking?"

The guards looked at each other. 'Look I am not even going to guess how many times we answered that, now go lie down and let us be.'

Sounds reasonable enough, I went and lay down on my bunk. "Damn it is hot in here, I wonder if the AC is broken." Maybe there isn't an AC. I can't seem to recall. I heard a crash and stood up.

I ran to the door and saw a big red 4 armed creature knock out the guards. He said a few words and returned to his cell. I wonder if I can use this guy to escape. I can't even recall how long I've been in here, or where here is. Why I am in here all alone. Still now is the time to escape, I just need to get past the two guards, even if it means killing them. After all it isn't like I know who they are or anything about them, hell I don't even know there names. Perhaps I can lure them to the cell door and strangle one using him as ransom for opening the door and then escape, that sounds like a plan.

I went to the small window in the door, and looked out spying the two dead guards on the floor next to a broken door. What the hell? I was quiet as to not arouse suspicion from any one.

"My lord is it hot in here, it feels like the temperature suddenly shot up." Or maybe the AC is broken, do we even have AC. Maybe we don't I think I'll ask the guards. "hey gaurds..."

What the hell killed them? Moments latter a red man with four arms stepped out grabbing gear from the nearby table. I wiped the sweat from my bald head. Fallowing him was a woman with scaled hands and legs. They shared a brief conversation and her scales suddenly covered her.

Well this could be the best chance to get out of here. "Hey can you two help me, I've been here longer then I can remember and I'd really like to leave. I can't even remember why they locked me in here, or who they are?"

 

[Ankara]

"I think we should go right. Everyone else would go towards the explosion, right?"

"Hey can you two help me, I've been here longer then I can remember and I'd really like to leave. I can't even remember why they locked me in here, or who they are?"

Ziya jumped back towards the wall and reactivly changed to match their grey color, startled by the voice coming from the cell.

 

[cats]

Vegas

OOC: I apologise but lit has kicked me off twice today and I don't know why. If this keeps up I am going to call it a night

IC: The lizard woman jumped back against the wall and suddenly she seemed to vanish. I blinked and noticed the imperfections in her disguise. Her cloathing remained, along with a few black and green areas one on her leg the other on her arm.

"I am sorry this door is probably hard to see from there." I squinted and saw a vague outline of the lizard womans shape. "Can you let me out now?"

 

[Ankara]

OOC: It keeps doing that to me too.

 

[Brains123]

"I think we should go right. Everyone else would go towards the explosion, right?"

"Hey can you two help me, I've been here longer then I can remember and I'd really like to leave. I can't even remember why they locked me in here, or who they are?"

As Ziya jumps back and blends into the wall he heads toward the cell door.

*So it was her*

"I'll get you out in a jiffy."

Grabbing hold of the bars and yanking, the hinges give a loud groan but dont give. With several more yanks and a loud roar on the last attempt the door is ripped free. Chunks of wall scatter outward from where the door frame use to be. Tossing the door aside with a loud crash he extends his hand to the man.

"Names Grog so are you a fellow adapted too?"