Rise a Knight-Mission in Progress

[GamerKale]

This is the sequel to Escape from Osmia(EfO). For those who were a part of that you may, but are not required to, use your old character. It has been 2 years since the training facility on Osmia was destroyed. Your training was completed by gunnery Sergeant Stone on Reach 1 year ago and you are all now Knights. The ultimate soldiers and special forces of the Unified Systems. The US is at war with the Federation of Independent Systems. The Separatist faction became known as the Federation shortly after their victory at Osmia. They used their newly developed power armored soldiers to attain more victories immediately after that in a blitz, including gaining control of several ships and a couple of shipyards. Turning what was a simple rebellion into a full scale war.

The setting for those who weren't part of EfO. Humanity has developed faster than light travel(FTL) and has expanded across dozens of star systems. Mass drivers and missiles form the majority of ship to ship weaponry. Lasers, while powerful, are very costly to operate and maintain and are therefore primarily used on space ferring vessels and even then only as defensive measures against incoming missiles and are not used offensively. Lasers are not used by foot soldiers at all due to the difficulty of field maintenance for the complex weapons and the inability to use for extended periods of time without ready access to a substantial power source.

And you are a Knight, you were kidnapped by the government at a young age, 5-8, and have been in training to be a Knight ever since, whether you liked it or not. Knights are the ultimate in special forces. They have received cybernetic augmentation that pushes their abilities well beyond that of a normal human.

General Rules-Copied with edits from the RP forum Rules thread
ALL STORIES MUST BE RELATED TO .HACK MEDIA-Notably I have ignored this rule.
You may start your own story, but cannot just jump into someone's story before asking.

X PAGE LIMIT ON STORIES-Rejoice!
[Removed] Infinity page limit. Rejoice!

YOU MUST PM THE FOUNDER OF THE STORY AND ASK PERMISSION TO POST-Should be common sense but I am standing by this one.
If the founder is not active, you may PM me and get permission. Otherwise you may not post in the story. Founders and I have the right to deny anyone from posting in a story without explanation

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Anything less than 10 lines will be considered spam and your post may be removed from the story. (Read above regarding spam)

DO NOT KILL OFF CHARACTERS OR DO INAPPROPRIATE ACTIONS WITH THEM-I certainly do hope you don't go killing one another off as y'all are supposed to be working together, and as for inappropriate actions. Remember, this is the internet, a kid could come along and read this.
You may only kill off a character if the founder of the post states that it's ok. No inappropriate actions (sex, drugs use, racial attacks, etc) will not be tolerated.

NAME YOUR STORY-Done
Self explanatory

GRAMMAR SKILLS-Please please please use your best grammar. If it's meant to reflect the character's dialect then it's fine otherwise use your best grammar. If I wanted to read text talk I would text someone. And if I wanted to read something that looks like it was written by a kindergartner I would go through my box of stuff from back then. If you're concerned about your spelling type it up in Word or Firefox, they have spellcheck use it. And reread it at least once after you're done typing, if it looks bad to you chances are it looks bad to everyone else too.
Please use your best spelling skills when writing a story. Do not abbreviate every other word.

---Posting Details---
Like in EfO I will not have a singular character I control, but I will control all NPCs. I will present a situation and you will post how your character reacts and what they're trying to do. I will post a response detailing the results of everyone's actions once everyone has posted or 24 hours have passed since the last person's post. Y'all may talk amongst yourselves as well and I probably won't post until y'all are done with your characters' conversation. If you do something stupid, like run straight at a machine gun nest wearing naught but your skivvy's and shooting a handgun you will either get killed or at the very least seriously injured, so don't do that. Attempts to godmod will end about as well. The great space dragon does not approve of others treading upon his territory uninvited, but if you come up with a creative solution things will probably go well as creativity earns favor with the great space dragon.

Knight's Sheet-PM me a copy before you post so that I may approve it. Include any concerns or questions regarding the rp with the message.
Name: (A first name and designation. Pick a number ranging from 201 and 299 and put K-#. Example, Jack K-242. If you are bringing a character over from Escape from Osmia you don't have to keep the same designation.)
Age: 18-22
Role: (What, if any, specialized training have you had? Are you a sniper, engineer, demolitions expert, electronic warfare specialist, hand-to-hand, pilot, etc. You may have more than one, but keep it reasonable. Remember, you don't have to be a demo specialist to use C4 just like you don't have to be a hand-to-hand specialist to get into a fist fight. But a demo specialist can make improvised explosives and a hand-to-hand specialist will be able to turn anything into an effective weapon, even a teacup, and will be overall better at close quarters.)
Quirk: (Could be any number of things from always adding an honorific to a person's name, making a rock collection, always carrying a sword, or something stranger. Just something that makes your character a little different.)
Injury: Describe one major injury your character has received in the past year. Limbs can have been either cloned or replaced by a highly advanced prosthetic if you wish the loss of a limb to be your injury. But you may not have lost more than one limb, eye, or ear. Thus you will not be adversely affected by your injuries unless you really want to be. You may have been caught partially in the blast radius of an explosion or simply shot by one or more high caliber round(s). Remember y'all have received cybernetic upgrades and have endured a lot of grueling training, you are capable of far more than an average human, but you're not immortal. Y'all do a lot of groundside work, but you may also have done boarding or repelling of boarders, or have been outside of a vessel for some reason.
Appearance: Your clothes won't necessarily be what's in your description/picture, y'all are military, but you're also special forces. You wear clothes to fit the mission.

--Mission Briefing--
You wake up to a high pitched ping as the hologram of a miniaturized man in swim trunks appears on a nearby terminal in your room. “Good morning, Admiral Simmons is waiting for you in his ready room, just off the bridge.” His message delivered the hologram of Merlin, the ship's AI, exploded into binary. Your uniform is where you left it, in the locker in the corner of your room. The room while not very spacious is yours and has been for the past three months and thus your personal effects line the shelves and walls. The two marines guarding your room and the rooms of the other knights salute as you exit.

The gray haired Admiral Simmons stands and exchanges a salute with each of you upon entering. The walls of the room are adorned with pictures of ships from 'most every era. On his desk rests an older model computer terminal that looks like it was installed after the ship was finished as you can see jury rigged wiring running down under the desk. And facing away from you are several pictures of Simmons' wife, daughter, son, and grandchildren. You can see the images reflected in the window behind the desk. In the glass case to your left are dozens of medals on the bottom shelf, a collection of handguns above them, and on the top shelf is a fishing pole and tackle box.

When the last of you arrive and have taken a seat he begins the briefing. “We will be entering orbit over Bounty in 5 hours. Bounty is a farming world and is officially neutral in our conflict with the Federation, however we have been informed that one of the Federation's most important research facilities is on Bounty. Our source informs us that this is the planet where they developed the power source for that armor they used 2 years ago on Osmia. Their current project is called Nova, our best guess is they're developing some new type of bomb. Your mission is to infiltrate the facility and destroy it. Your secondary objective is to gather any and all information about Nova that you can, if you can capture a lead scientist or two, great.

The facility is located deep underground and the only known entrance is located within a warehouse in a settlement. It should be lightly guarded, but you can't be detected or Bounty may join the Federation, so you will have to go in with minimal gear and armament, which means silenced sidearms and basic body armor, you'll have to figure out some way of destroying the facility once you're inside. After your shuttle leaves, ostensibly to gather supplies while we perform some repairs, the Leviathan will stay in orbit for as long as it can, but should Federation vessels appear and engage we may be forced to jump. In which case you will need to find your own way off Bounty and back into Uni space. I need to get back to the bridge. When you're done reviewing the mission get geared up.” He pushed a datapad to your side of the desk that contained the details he'd just given you.

I'll officially start the rp next weekend, if anyone requires more time or has a question/comment I implore you to send me a message.

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

Name: Lance K-282
Age: 19
Role: Hand-to-hand, Pilot
Quirk: Lance still collects teeth. He also still wears the necklace made from his baby teeth.
Injury: Having felt useless during the raid of Osmia, Lance began training in other roles, beginning with demolitions. Unfortunately, portions of his left forearm had been blown off in an accident, and he had to get his forearm and hand replaced. When briefed about his options, the surgeon suggested, rather than replace it with a clone, to get a new arm altogether. He agreed, and has since trained with it, although at times it isn’t as fast as his movements used to be. It has a razor edge on the outer part of his forearm.
Appearance:

[GamerKale]

Admiral Simmons waited for you at the entrance to the shuttle. "The civilians shouldn't give you any trouble, but I would advise against spending too much time hanging around. Remember, you have a job to complete and then get home. I wish I could send someone with you, but you know how it is. We have an informant inside, we don't know his identity, but he's a scientist so try not to kill any of them unless you have to. Good luck Lance."

You're loadout consists of civilian clothes, quite possibly the ones in your pic if you like, a bullet proof vest that fits under your clothes, and a handgun with a silencer hidden somewhere on your person.

You're shuttle, and a handful of others, land during the midmorning of the spaceport, Haven. You saw some dark clouds that might be moving in to park above Haven in a few hours. As you open the doors to let the crewmen off you hear a surly man's voice shout. "Ok, everyone please follow me to processing. Leave any weapons you have on your shuttles. I don't want an incident and I'm sure you don't either."

If you look around through the cockpit windows and shuttle cameras you see a number of ground crew going about their business, including a large vehicle loaded down with vegetables for one of your shuttles and another loaded up with crates leaving another shuttle with the white raven emblem of the company who supossedly owns the warehouse you are to infiltrate. "If you need to get going I can finish up here." Offered up your copilot who was busying himself with deactivating the shuttle's systems.

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

“Oh yeah, that would be great, thanks!” Lance patted his copilot’s back and walked out of the shuttle seemingly carefree. He wore gloves on both hands to hide his prosthetic, and surveyed the land with his eyes; Lance could never remember standing on real land, so Bounty was his first experience. “So this is Bounty, for a farming planet, this actually looks really nice.” Lance did not know where to start his mission, and decided to speak with the pilot of the Warehouse’s Shuttle.

He assumed that a person standing next to the shuttle was a pilot and jogged up to them, “How’s it going? I’m new to this whole pilot thing, and I don’t know where I’m to go while they prepare my shuttle for the trip back home.”

[GamerKale]

"Huh?" He said spinning around and hitting his elbow on the shuttle. "Ow. Oh, where to wait. Well, I usually hang out at the pilot's bar." He took a sidelong glance at his shuttle. "I've got some time so I can show you if you want. I wouldn't recommend getting anything to drink if you're going to be flying, but it's your butt that's on the line not mine if you do. They've got pool and a couple of classic arcade games. I've spent about as much on drinks there as I have Pac-Man." He gave Lance a foolish grin. "Name's Mack by the way." He offered his hand to Lance.

"Oh and be careful when you're heading out. I'd suggest doing a couple of random jumps before going straight to your destination. I mean it won't do much if they're really determined to follow you, but there's a Uni ship in orbit right now. It's called the Leviathan. From what I hear, it's not just a monster in name."

[AZURE-KITE]

((Thanks GamerKale for the FeedBack))
Name: David K-267
Age: 18
Role: Hand-To-Hand, Sniper, Demolitions Expert
Quirk: He always go everywhere with his cat named Phoenyx, And he has an incredibly mind for strategies, he always wears a sword with him
Injury: He was shooting from a rooftop and a bomb exploted below the ground he was and he fell 10 floors, making him broke his legs, he was putted some boots that helped him to walk while he is getting better
Appearance:

[GamerKale]

((Ok, so that there's no confusion. Lance is in charge of the operation. David was riding in the shuttle that Lance was piloting and he's now standing next to Lance. I'll say it again so that there's no confusion. You're in civilian clothes you have a silenced pistol somewhere on your person and you have a bullet proof vest under your clothes and David's cat was left on the Leviathan. Admiral Simmons is taking care of him while you're away.))

[AZURE-KITE]

((Ok, i understood...... My cat T^T, i miss my cat T^T))
"Ok now..... You should be in charge of the operation right?, can i have your name?" David crossed his arms and stood in there with a playfull smile, to make him know that he isn't mad or something "My name's David Sir!"

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

((Awesome, better not mess with Lance's flow, yo. David's cover is a cargo handler, right?))

"Don't worry, I don't drink." Lance smiled as Mack told him about Pac-Man, he had never heard about Pac-Man, but thought it probably wasn't important. He gave Lance a foolish grin. "Name's Mack by the way." He offered his hand to Lance. "Oh, my name's Lance!" He returned the handshake listened attentively to Mack. "Oh and be careful when you're heading out. I'd suggest doing a couple of random jumps before going straight to your destination. I mean it won't do much if they're really determined to follow you, but there's a Uni ship in orbit right now. It's called the Leviathan. From what I hear, it's not just a monster in name." Lance grinned arrogantly, "I doubt a bunch of space pirates, or whatever they are want some farming world products." He shrugged, "Besides, I'm not losing a race against a uni." He had just finished speaking when David popped up. "Are you done with the cargo? If so, come with us to the pilot's bar. They won't mind a cargo handler right Mack?"

[AZURE-KITE]

((heheh, and he isn't a cargo hand-......... The only cargo he would handle is the one he is exploding lol))
"A cargo handler?! hey listen here, im here in this operation too ok? im not-" he walked with Lance to the Pilot's bar "hey im not the one who handles the cargo, im here to help ya, oh yeah, i almost forgot, i got my civilian clothes on" he almost laughted at himself "Im here for the whole exploding things, but not only that, but well, you might know what am i talking about" he added to his speach "Well, what are we going?"

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

((I know he isn't, but his cover! His Cover-up, he just can't go announcing he's a sting!))

"I know why you're here, but do not, and I repeat, do not discuss the mission at all, until we meet the informant!" Lance's tone wasn't one of anger, but more of authority. This was a very important mission, and even one slip up could result in death, or even worse, capture. "I don't know where we're going, we're to meet an informant, so I assume he'll have to find us. Or maybe, we'll have to go to where he is." Lance turned to face David, "Unless you happen to know where he is K-267?"

[AZURE-KITE]

((Ok, i hope you keep joking like that in the whole RP so u can made my day everydays lol))
"no, i do not know where he is, sadly...... hey do you know where are my things? i want to search my sword" he scratched the back of his head

[GamerKale]

((Well, everyone's posted. And oh, right I forgot you had that sword too. You can have that on you already Azure. Just tell me how you're carrying it.))
"They won't mind a cargo handler right Mack?" Mack shrugged. "I don't care. Just don't let anyone else find out."

The smell of cigarettes, peanuts, and stale beer assaults your senses as you enter the pilot's bar. Above the bar proper are several digital clocks. One for Bounty, Earth, and every other major planet occupied by humanity. The walls are a dark brown and appear to be made of real wood giving the place a rustic feel, the floor is varnished tiles colored a pale yellow and the dried stains of years old vomit. To your left as you enter there are a half a dozen seats covered with red and green plaid at the bar proper and all but one is taken by a patron. One in particular looks passed out, but his hand still grasps his half drained glass. The wall opposite the bar has three booths. One is taken by a lone old man staring at his handheld comm pad. A weathered brown leather jacket with a small bronze pair of wings pinned over his left breast marks him as a retired pilot for the Unified Systems. He has a tall glass filled with a purple drink that has apparently gone untouched. Another booth seats a young dusty haired pilot in a knit shirt and slacks and a blond woman in a scarlet dress with red lipstick. The couple is sharing a cheap bottle of wine. The back of the bar has two pool tables each brimming with players, a jukebox can be seen resting in a corner blaring a country song, and lining the walls are half a dozen old timey arcade machines. Including but not limited to Pac-Man and Tyrian. The latter of which has a couple of people crowded around it.

Mack looked over at the clock and then at the pac-man arcade machine and gave a great sigh. "Alright, well, here we are and I'm afraid I must be going. Raven Corp* ain't the most understanding if their cargo's late. I'll buy you a drink next time I'm around. Lance and Mr...Kay?, good luck." With that Mack gave a sorrowful last look at the arcade machines and left after shaking Lance and David's hands in farewell.

Behind the bar stands a man with a half ring of graying brown hair. He has a deep scar running back across the top of his skull and he's wearing a checker board flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The bartender eyes David warily as he cleans a glass.

*Raven Corp is the name of the company that owns the warehouse y'all are looking for, by the way. My bad for not mentioning it before.

[AZURE-KITE]

((Ok GK, It's in...... ummmmmmm.......... Under my uniform?, now that we are like more just than humans i can get my sword out of my uniform?))
He got into the pilot's bar with Lance, noticing the smell of cigarettes, peanuts and stale beers, and notices the bartender is standing at him "Well Lance, tell me what i have to do whenever ur ready" he walked to the Jukebox and put an old shaped coin that he had on his pocket and the song changed completely, it was a pop-like song "Well, at least it is better" he walked to the pool table at his right and talked to a strange-looking man that was playing in there "Yo!, have space for one more?"

[GamerKale]

((Azure, you can't break physics. Traditional swords are long and don't fit under clothes very easily. I realize that the first Highlander movie ignored this fact, but I'm not. If you want it hidden on your person I suggest being creative about it. Otherwise you pretty much have a sword hanging off you somewhere. And that will draw all manner of possibly unwanted attention. Also, what kind of blade is it? European longsword, Japanese katana, a claymore, a Chinese Dao, or that massive great sword in your pic?

One more thing, another player will be joining us, nobodyknows. Y'all don't need to wait for him though.))

[nobodyknows]

((Okay guys, I've decided to come back to rolepaying on this site! I hope that we can make this one last!))


Name: Sirius K-123
Age: 30 - He, unlike many of the current knights, is a relic from the first generation, and as a result, can only use more primitive types of augmentation. However, this doesn't necessarily make him any weaker.
Role: While able to use weaponry to a certain degree, Sirius' true strength lies in his abilities concerning hand to hand combat. While he doesn't like to make a big deal out of this fact, he is often forced into assuming the CC role due to the 'incapability' of those who he has to work with. He is also skilled in the art of hacking-most electronic devices and automated weaponry pose next to no threat to him-and being able to conceal himself in large crowds.
Quirk: He never picks up an object with his left hand, and despises anyone standing to the left of him, seeing as he feels-strange though it may be-that they are forcing him to do what they feel is the 'right' thing through putting him on their 'right' side. He has a strong dislike of any brand of whiskey that isn't brewed by by the 'Jakobs' family.
Injury: Sirius was one of the many people caught up in a colonial instant known as 'the seventh wave' that took place a few years before the events of this RP. As a result of being far away from the incident's epicenter, he managed to avoid death, but only by a marginal degree, and ended up with a large segment of his face around his eyes being burned off, as well as suffering immense damage to both of his arms. The only thing that saved him was a loosely fitted air lock that somehow managed to blow open, sucking Sirius into the cosmos, and away from destruction by fire. Due to this, he was able to be rescued by a group of evacuees from the slowly collapsing colony, one of whom happened to be skilled in mechanics, and thus able to patch up all of the physical damage done to Sirius by replacing the dead flesh and bone with robotic parts. This naturally gave him access to a vast amount of strength and versatility previously non-existent in his original human body.
Also worth mentioning is the fact that, a result of the incident, Sirius' lungs had been badly damaged, though mostly due to exposure to the cosmos, meaning that they'd had to be augmented before his partial mechanisation went underway. As a result, he is now capable of surviving in the most polluted of environments almost completely unaided. The metal patches around his eyes were also treated as an augmentation, though only slight, Given that they grant him the ability of thermal goggles-which, slightly uselessly, need recharging every 40 minutes or so.
Appearance:
(ALL image copyright goes to Ubisoft)

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The door of the bar suddenly creaked open as a man in a long, dark overcoat-and what appeared to be sunglasses-slowly stepped into the front entrance of the bar. He looked around at the decrepid state of the bar with a disinterested gaze, then walked up to the last remaining available seat, then gestured at the bartender. Upon catching his attention, the man lowered his hand to his back pocket, then proceeded to pull out a packet of cigarettes, placing one of them in his mouth. Before lighting said cigarette, he rolled the butt around in his mouth for a few seconds, replaced the cigarette packet in his trouser pockets, then lifted up his finger, hiding it behind his free hand. The tip of the finger seemed to quickly shift it's shape, turning into that of a lighter. He twitched it, and a fire suddenly erupted from within it, lighting his cigarette for him. He then dropped his free hand to the table, and took hold of the cigarette, calmly taking it out of his mouth before blowing out a cloud of thick, greyish smoke.

Feeling more relaxed than he had been at first, he began to scan over the people in the bar. Evidently he was looking for someone. As he looked around the room, his attention was eventually caught by two young-looking oddities who had taken up space not far from where he was seated. He instantly took interest in them, due to the way in which they stood out, and placed his hand next to his head. The lenses of his sunglasses began to slowly fade away, revealing them to actually be part of a system built into his head. His eyes seemed to zoom in and out of focus as he stared at the two people. Upon watching the behavior of the younger of the two, his facial expression instantly changed from one of curiosity to one of concern. He then turned away from them, noticing that the bartender had placed a glass of whiskey in front of him. Withdrawing the cigarette from his mouth, he put some money on the table, pushed it towards the bartender then picked up the glass, and proceeded to calmly drain its content. He then lowered the glass, placing his cigarette back in his mouth, then muttered something under his breath,"They never told me I'd be working with a bunch a' kids..." He took another sip of his whiskey, then sighed heavily.

[AZURE-KITE]

((@GK: well, it's a claymore and it is shaped like the sword in my pic, and he can control it like a light sword tough it is too heavy))
David nodded to the man playing Pool as the man tell him to join, then he grabs a Cue that were hanging in a wall, then proceeded to play "Well, hope you don't mind if i end this game soon? heheh" he laughted and the other mans standing in there laughted too, he hit the white ball and the same dispersed the other balls, making the number 1 fall into an hole in a corner "Well let's end it;D" he hit the ball number 2 and the same hit the ball number 8 making the two fall in holes that were in oposing positions "Ok this is a nine ball game right?" he continued playing, imppresing the other mans with his Pool skills

[Haseo{Terror of Death}]

((So you're not carrying it? Sorry for the crap post, I'm in finals))

Lance felt as though he had to follow Mack after hearing he worked for Raven Corp, but wound up holding in that urge. He turned to David, but he ran off to play billiards. Lance let David play, perhaps David could hustle them some money. It wasn't long before a suspicious looking man walked in, or at least Lance found him suspicious. No pilot wears a coat like that. Suddenly he realized who it was. He approached Sirius from behind slowly. "You know..." Lance said standing beside Sirius, "I've come to realize we all stand out, but lighting that "cig" with your finger is something that might get us caught." Lance offered his hand to Sirius, "My name's Lance, and I'm in charge here for now. I didn't know you were put on this mission."

[GamerKale]

((Until stated otherwise I'll assume he just has a big ol' claymore hanging off his belt.))
The players around David might have just been impressed, but they were laughing kind of nervously the whole time. A few of the other billiards players left the tables, paid their tabs, and left hurriedly.

Before Sirius can respond the barkeep sets a bottle of whiskey down. "Look, I don't care what mission you've got going. But is that guy a friend of yours?" He nodded towards David. "Look I've only got a few rules. I don't much care who you are. Whether you be pilot, baggage handler, or even a cheerleader so long as you pay. But I won't stand for weapons in my establishment. It's hard enough staying open this close to the landing pad. I don't need anyone carrying weapons. Openly." He added with an afterthought as he turned to Sirius.

"If he won't take him peacefully, Sirius, get rid of them. As payment, you can have this bottle. Deal? And make sure it's done before those yahoos get back with security. I don't need any of those carrion corporation bird brains breathing down my neck too. They'll run everybody off."

[AZURE-KITE]

((Sorry not to put it where he was holding the weapon, well, now that u stated that he was carrying it, he just left it stucked in the ground before he started playing billiards))
"Hey no rush..." He said while smiling, then continued to play as he noticed Lance talking with sirius, but as a consequence of staring at them he missed the ball "Darn it!" he walked to the other side of the table to give a space for the other player to keep playing "Well who's next?, if u win i will give u 500$, but if i win u will gimme 500$ ok?" he stared at him and waited for his turn