Life on a Rock isn't all fun and games.

[orkblasta]

Wow I haven't posted here for a while, time to be drawn in once more.

Here's the scene,

Your part of an Imperial mining crew, working in the Linea asteroid belt. Your mining crew has been working their way threw the asteroids for quite some time now due to the unusually high quantities of mineral ore found within.

The mining transport is on it's way back from delivering the latest shipment leaving the only Auroras class mining cruiser and a few small emergency short range shuttle craft at your disposal.

The Cruiser, "Sarah" as the local miners call her, is armed with a hull mounted lasers and mining explosives, which are catapulted from a rear turret mounted cannon. The shuttles have no defenses of any kind except for an exterior shield.

Your mining base is attached to a large asteroid. It is a small 3 level structure with a large mineral storage bay built into the surface of the asteroid. The structure has a las cannon turret used to destroy approaching asteroids.

Within the station is a control room which has a short range transmistter, a small kitchen and mess hall, storage room, air lock, locker room with a personal locker and equipment case for each member of the team, (This is also where the space suits are kept). The station also has a series of sleeping quarters, and a recreation room. The final feature of the station is the garage which contains 6 astro bikes (much like motor bikes), and a mining tank, (incapable of space travel this beast of a machine is transported to the surface of an asteroid where it's magnetic tracks keep it firmly planted so it can dig).

That sums up where you are now for your crisis, seeing as we need a crisis.

An ork warboss has sent a cruiser to the asteroid belt for the same reasons you are there, to mine. They are on the far side of the belt so not an immediate threat, however they when they came to the sector they decided that mining the rocks would be boring so they brought some sport with them. These orks have brought a primitive version of the tyranids.

(less advanced so incapable of space travel these creatures have adapted to survive in the cold darkness of space, they can sustain themselves off of a single meal for months at a time. Unlike the tyranid threat they don't have shooting weapons but they do have sharp claws and talons and teeth as well as larger versions of the smaller creatures. They do not have the same synaptic connection as the tyranids so they work more independently than a hive.)

As you've probably already guessed the orks have released these creatures into the asteroid belt for little more than sport. They have found your station and have been stalking the grounds and you for quite some time now.

You have received a distress signal from an imperial exploration team that has crashed about half way between you and the ork base.

Your mission even though your not marines is to venture out and rescue the guardsmen aboard the vessel before they are eaten by tyranids or hunted and looted by orks. They have the weapons to hold out for a short number of days but after that their dead. Rescue them and return to the station where you'll hold out until the cruiser "sarah" returns to evacuate you.

Now for your characters:

You may choose any features and either gender you wish, your character is completely yours.

As far as weapons and gear is concerned every character posses:

-survival knife (12 inch blade)
-extreme environments hazard suit (a space suit)
-digital wrist devise that provides a holographic map of the asteroid belt and a layout of the station, yes it tells time as well.
-survival kit (food rations and medical equipment)
-magnetic mining boots

you may also choose 3 items from the following last:

-plasma cutter (a pistol that projects a beam of plasma to a max of 2 meters, can cut through anything)
-Laser torch (emits a high heat wave up to 20 meters melting minerals for easy extraction, requires 15 second charge up before every use)
-jet pack
-mining bombs (small devices that can create a large crater)
-upgraded hazard suit (lighter, faster, overhead display of surrounding are, and customizable look)
-plasma shovel (plasma enhanced tip allows the user to dig through even the hardest of material easily)
-operation flares (used to illuminate a large area though can be blinding when unexpectedly activated)

"OR" 3 items from the officer list: -If you choose from this list your character automatically gains a las pistol with enough ammunition for about 500 shots-

-upgraded hazard suit (same as above)
-Jet pack
-operation flares
-las. rifle (a medium range defensive weapon, minimal amounts of ammunition, 200 or 300 shots)
-grenade launcher (a medium range explosive weapon 10 shells of ammunition)
-proximity mines (when activated they explode when a foreign object enters within it's 5 meter kill zone, not dangerous to friendlies)

All items chosen are kept in the locker room within your assigned locker or equipment case.

So there you have it I'll start when we have a minimum of 5 players not including myself.


Speaking of myself, here's my characters profile:

Name: Steve (but everyone calls him Skinny)
Gender: male
Age: 28
Days Spent at the Station: 368
Inventory: Plasma Cutter, Upgraded hazard suit, Operation flares.
Appearance: He is 5'10 with muscular arms and legs a tough chest. His face is hard with dirty blonde dreads falling at shoulder length from his head.
Background: Skinny was sent to the mining station by a private company to aid in the operations happening in the asteroid belt. He was due to head home after 6 months of work but due to the companies limited resources getting too the station is easy but getting away is difficult. He has been stuck at the station working long hours for a little over a year now. He's not the most pleasant of personalities.

As I said I will start the game when enough characters have arrived at the station.

cheers.

[Major Chrispy]

Heh, alway up for killing th universes #1 fatty.

Name: Victor (Nick named Vex)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Days spent on station:3285
Inventory:Plasma Cutter,Upgraded Hazard suit, Jet Packs
Appearance: Being 6'4 makes Vex amongst one of the tallest people on the station. He has a smooth teen face and flat hair going into longer bangs. His eyes are an piercing blue, and blonde hair.
Background: Vex arrived at the station at the age of 9 with his father, Mitch. He has adapted to this zero grav work and is attached to his father, they have close bond. Yet when he gets the call that his dads life signs disappeared around the same time the emergency response went out. His happy go lucky aditude is almost constant, but when he gets serious you can tell something is wrong...

[virado]

I'm in.

Name: Artyom
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Days spent on station 4998
Inventory: Plasma cutter, Upgraded Hazard Suit, Plasma Shovel
Appearance 5"7 puts him at a respectable height. Hie features are hard and stocky. Not fat or bulky but well toned. He has keeps his hair short with a bit of a stubble on the chin.
Background Artyom came from Valhalla at an early age as a draft dodger. To stay away from the scrutiny of the Imperium what better way than to stay on a mining station out in deep space. At nearly five thousand days spent on station Artyom is nearly the top when it comes to seniority in terms of time spent. Among the miners his voice carries as much authority as the station officers would. The only reason Artyom is not an officer is because he fears that would attract to much attention.

[Esiphas]

Name: Lilith Damara
Gender: Female
Age: 24 (And 35 days)
Days Spent at the Station: 8801
Inventory: Plasma Shovel, Upgraded hazard suit, Mining hombs
Appearance:Lilith has long pale white hair, which reaches to her knees. she ties it back whenever she is mining, but lets it hang whilst she is on breaks or travelling. Her eyes are grey, and her skin incredbly pale. She wears whie makeup (Eye shadow and lipstick). Her hazard suit looks like a old terran jumpsuit, though it is able to repell almost any biological threat, and is armoured in places (though you cant see the armour). The suit incorporates a hood and a biohazard mask, which she puts on whenever working.
Background: Lilith was born on he station. She doesent know much of the outside universe, bt she has education in martial combat and she acts as a priestess for the other miners. She has often been seen wandering alone, though as she knows the station well, she is quite hard to follow.

(My intentoin is for Lilith to act as a sort of ''red-shirt'', where she isn't as skilled as everyone else. She will pray alot, for everyone.)

(I would also like to say that we may not get 2 more people. I've ben away from home for near enough 5 days, and all thats hapened was this R.P has started up)

[orkblasta]

OK, great to see some people involved, I have a friend that might join up so I'll give the rest of the day.

Also when we do get started keep in mind our characters are citizens of the emperium so they will fight to a similar degree as IG. That said our characters have been using these tools for the better part of their lives so they are skilled with their equipment.

We'll start tomorrow.

cheers.

[Esiphas]

I'm shivering in anticipation...

Please start soon! I'm suffering withdrawl symptoms, none of the other R.P's are moving!

[vagabond6]

hey. I'm interested to join, havent been on in months and all the RP's I had been in back then fizzled out :/

so here goes:

Name: Naulo kal (meat)
Gender: male
age: 31
days spent at station: 3642
Inventory: (since no-one has gone for the officer stuff I might as well) [laspistol] , Upgraded hazard suit, jet pack (might replace with grenade launcher/ not sure), proximity mines
Appearance: 5'6, Hispanic-ish in appearance. He has a stocky frame but is musclebound from years of harsh mining, engineering and a short time serving in the Imperial guard. He has black hair, fairly short on one side, longer on the other. On the short side there is a shaved patch to reveal a service/clearance electoo. His hair seems to be under a permanent layer of mining dust. He bares many scars of labour and service. His thumb and first two fingers on his right hand are mechanical replacements. His eyes are sunken yet hold a steely but trustworthy gaze. The left area of his face is partially acid burned and so is stretched, skewed ans scarred.
Background: Born on Urio, a world ranging from deserts to tropics. He grew up in a life of hard work but not in a family that was too poor. After an adequate education in the basics and in combat training he went on to engineering and demolition work, quickly leading a squad of miners/demo's in the Klarion-Beta cluster. He was drafted into the Imperial guard when a nearby world was under attack. He stayed with the regiment for around a year. He was part of a crew servicing an Imperial vessel that docked in part of the Linea asteroid belt around 9 years ago and was offered a job clearing tunnels with explosives, operating machinery and organizing a squad of miners. While his colleagues have changed many times around him due to death or leaving on ships that dock nearby, some have remained fairly constant. He has been made partially deaf over the years and is also in some situations very paranoid.
Personality: Friendly enough and willing to make a joke or two but in general a serious man with a job to do. especially considering the current situation.

[orkblasta]

Ok lets get this RP going, so we're going to start within the station, we have yet to discover the threat of the tyranids but we already know about the orks though we've never had any disputes with them.

We start just after the distress signal has reached the station, it's our lunch break.

IC: Skinny looked up from his ration pack still steaming from the oven. The officers in the tower had received a communication that morning and had been busy ever since.
Everyone was antsy with anticipation waiting to here the news, rumors had already begun to spread.
Looking back at the ration pack skinny picked it up and began shoveling the mush into his mouth, 'the best way to eat these things is to simply eat without thinking about what you're eating' he said to himself.
The alarm sounded, red lights on the walls flashed overhead. A crackling voice sounded over the intercom station wide speakers, "all personal report to the mess hall immediately. That is all" the static clung to the speakers for a brief moment then buzzed away.
Skinny looked back at the ration pack, 'I wonder what that means?' this time talking to the ration pack as much as himself.

[virado]

Artyom had only removed his helmet from his E.V suit when the alarm rang. A broken power relay in one of the drilling rigs had set him aside. "Great what now?" Artyom had been working a double shift to cover for a miner who had a busted leg. Eight hours without a meal had made him grumpy. He didn't even bother to take off his suit as he walked out of the locker room. His boots had a dull thud as he walked impatiently through the halls. His suit was a modified version of the demolition crew's standard issue suit. It wasn't as bulky so it didn't impede his movement but it was covered in small scales of reactive armor. If something exploded near him the armor would cave in a little to catch the debris and absorb the impact rather than letting the force be transmitted into the wearer. Over that were plates of ablative armor over the larger areas. Shoulders, chest, forearms, legs. Thirteen years of experience taught you to be ready for anything. Equipment broke down on a constant basis due to the shape of the dust particles. Planet side particles are rounded from years of erosion by wind and rain, but in space the particles are jagged and tear up the machinery. Which sometimes resulted in a catastrophic breakdown of the machinery. Many workers had lost their lives to cheap equipment. You had to make your own or have connections. Artyom had both. He grabbed a ration bar from his pocket as he walked down the halls. It was flattened, tasteless, and had a strange texture but it was food. He walked through the double doors into the mess hall to find almost all of the miners at the tables conversing with themselves about what the announcement was. "Maybe we've hit something spectacular." Nah we're picking up and moving to the next asteroid. Are you kidding me?" "This one is still plentiful." Artyom sat next to two workers taking. "Hey Artyom you going to war?" one of them chuckled. It was common knowledge among the miners that Artyom was a draft dodger. They didn't care. Plus the addition of his heavily armored suit made it seem like he really was a soldier. "Not unless the green-skins are on the move. But they've left us well enough alone so far. I don't see why they would attack us now." he replied. "Unless they've got their hands on some new toy."

[Major Chrispy]

"I hope something is happening, this waiting is sooo dull..." Came a voice from a group in the corner. The statement came from Vex, the young man was covered in dust, and mud. Probably from the astroids "restricted" mining zone.

Walking over to Artyom, Vex sits at the table and hands him some rations, if you could call it that. Openning his own Vex starts to talk, "Well everyone knows orks live for the fight. So why wouldn't they attack. I'm more curious why we aren't dead already..."

[Esiphas]

Lilith was in the temple when the Alarm sounded. She had een mid sermon, but the alarm caused the other miners to jump up and scrabble to the mess hall. Lilith sighed. It was always when she was preaching. She pulled of her priestenss robes and hung them up, leaving her in her thin jumpsuit. The mask hung round her neck, a carved human face made of white alabaster, possibly once beautiful. Now it was scratched, worn and mud, dust and gravel had left dark marks in the grooves. She entered the Mess hall, and looked around. Many Miners were in Heated discussion, but non more so than Vex and Arytoms table. Hoping to gain insight onto the rumors and gossip, she snuck in, sat down with a greeting of ''Good day'', and listened feverantly. Vex thought the Orks should have attacked by now, but Many others thought they were barely aware of the population. ''If they are only vaguely aware of us, why are they nearby? Maybe looking for a bit of tech, prospecting prehaps? Maybe hunting something?''

[orkblasta]

Skinny sat at his table ignoring the onslaught of miners and officers, 'there talk is always so boring' he muttered.
A man in a what used to be green trench coat, he wore a military officers hat even though he no longer served. His was long and worn with a scraggly stash and go-tee. He walked to the end of the room and climbed up on a table, holding out his hands he signaled the room to silence, it didn't work. Again he held out his hands with a rough clearing of his throat, the meaningless talk continued. Bringing his hands down the captain of the station drew his las pistol, pumping a round into the table beneath him seemed to do the trick.

"There, that's better" the captain coughed "at 0800 this morning we received and emergency communication from the Imperial transport vessel 'Dignity with Reconciliation', it was going down. Soon after, the transmission from this vessel was cut short, the status of the crew unknown." The miners in the room began to mutter. Clearing his throat again the captain continued, "Before impact and loss of contact they were able to send us a few brief sentences which I'm not at the appropriate level of office to share with you. To make a long story short we have been contacted by the fleet, the retrieval of the Dignity with Reconciliation's cargo is of the utmost importance." The captain stepped from his perch and signaled man at the back of the room who promptly turned out the lights. The captain then activated a holographic imager which displayed the asteroid field they were currently working in. Tapping another button two glowing icons appeared at either end of the field, "these" the captain said "are our base and the orks base. This. . ." the captain tapped another button ". . .is the crash site." There were sounds of air escaping as everyone in the room realized the same thing, it's smack in the middle. The captain again signaled the man at the back of the room who turned the lights back on. "I have elected the diggers from section B to go and retrieve the package as well as help any surviving crew members. That means Naulo, Artyom, and Victor. . . Skinny."

Skinny jerked his head upright, "sir".

"I want you to lead them, you know the area the best."

"Yes sir."

Everyone began to stand up sensing the meeting had drawn to a close, "Oh and Lilith, I want you to accompany them to deal with any dead crew members." Looking around the room, the captain continued, "take the bikes in the garage, leave immediately the rest of us will be on alert for any new developments. Lets get to it people we have to bet the green skins have picked up the distress signal as well."

At that everyone in the room stood and began dispersing from the room, skinny was heading for the locker room.

[Major Chrispy]

When I said I hope something was to happen, I didn't think it would! This is great! I'll be heading to where he...where dad, vanished...

In the locker room Victor is changing into his Hazard Suit. His form is covered in scars, a large slash from his neck down to his left hip, from when the mining charge exploded prematurely and sent that shard of steel into his back. Another going down his arm, from when he was first learning to use the plasma cutter...

He stands by the "bikes and gazes into space as the others ready, wondering how far things where going to go. The glow of the planet reflecting off his black armour the interlocking plates dark like midnight, his helmt sharp, like that of a bird, the neck feathers replaced by nerve cords, flowing like black hair, sending his surroundings to his HUD. This was bound to be a dark night...

[virado]

Artyom noded in understanding at his orders. He didnt agree with them but he understood them. "It figures that the draft dodger would be sent to rescue the people he ran from." he grumbled underneath his breath. "And the new guy would be the one to be in charge." he downed the rest of his bar and headed back to the locker room. He grabbed his plasma cutter and shovel from the equipment locker and set his helmet back on his head. It was a tight fitting helmet that looked like a gas mask. It granted a large field of view without obstructing his field of view, but was still armored around the forhead and from the cheeks down. From the inside it gave him a HUD detailing his surroundings with things like UV, and infared vision plus his vital statistics. The helmet locked in place and Artyom reached back and connected the
hose in his backpack to the helmet. A rush of slightly stale air rushed into his helmet. "I really need to change the air filters in this when i get back." he thought to himself. It was well past the normal change by date. But changing the filter would mean a good hours work.

The hallway to the garage where the bikes were kept was empty. Either he was the first there or the last or someone was really early. Either was likely. As it turned out he was second. The bikes stood in a row. Each one was a pile of metal that was neither falling apart nor fresh from the manufactorum. They were in fairly good condition considering the working conditions for them. Artyom sat in the closest one to him and simply waited. The others would be along shortly.

[Esiphas]

Lilith blushed when her name was called. She hadn't expected to be picked for the mission, not when Senior Priest Zackhary was easily twice her skill level. But she nodded, mumbling a ''Thank you'', before moving away to the locker room. She was still blushing, akwardly aware of the attention placed on her. When she got to the lokcer room, she pulled her hood and mask up, Hiding her face. She placed the retractable Plasma Shovel in her leg pouch, and her mining bombs in special pouches opposite. Finally, she picked up a small belt pouch, attaced it to her belt, and unzipped it. Inside were a handfull of Aquilla shaped charms, given to the miners who wanted to feel protected by more than just faith, something to pur thier faith into. She had never seen proof that they worked, but some swore they felt better with them on. She slipped one on herself, and walked to the departure rom. She loked around at the others, then lifted a few of the charms. ''Does anyone want one?'' She wasn't familiar with any of the group, so she had no idea what sort of men they were, and how much stock they put in faith. But she offered them anyway.