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IC Chat / **A letter to all who attended the Teaparty**
« on: February 03, 2013, 02:15:26 PM »
Union Teaparty Questionnaire

Q1. Did enjoy the crab meat?

Q2. Would you say that you enjoyed this event?

Q3. Would you attend again?

Q4. Out of the food on offer, which was your favorite?

Q5. Did you enjoy interaction with your Civil Administrators?

Q6. Do you believe the security detail was sufficient, explain your answer?

Q7. If you could suggest something for the next teaparty, what would it be?

Thank you for filling in this questionnaire. We hope you enjoyed your time in the Embassy.

Spoiler for Hiden:
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[size=12pt]Q1. Did enjoy the crab meat?

Q2. Would you say that you enjoyed this event?

Q3. Would you attend again?

Q4. Out of the food on offer, which was your favorite?

Q5. Did you enjoy interaction with your Civil Administrators?

Q6. Do you believe the security detail was sufficient, explain your answer?

Q7. If you could suggest something for the next teaparty, what would it be?

Thank you for filling in this questionnaire. We hope you enjoyed your time in the Embassy. [/size][/center]


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IC Chat / A Poster Stuck to the Nexus
« on: February 01, 2013, 08:08:39 PM »
**A large poster is plastered on the side of the nexus, it is an advertisement set up by the CCA. In big bold letters it reads...

Citizens of City 45!

On February 2nd there shall be a celebration taking place within the Civil Embassy!
The Universal Union invites you to dine and converse with your fellow citizens and members of the City 45 CAB.
All food shall be provided free of charge and you are welcome to converse freely with the CAB.
Citizens may raise any concern and ask any sensible questions.
All that is required for entry is a clean record and a thorough search.



//This event will be going down at 23:00 GMT-00 (6:00pm EST) on the 02/02/13, rations will also be done right after most likely :)

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Accepted Authorizations / Joseph Landa's Authorization Application
« on: January 28, 2013, 01:12:12 PM »
Player Section

Steam Name: Dallas
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Over one year.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: One year since I started serious RP.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-A Nazi Commandant Uniform with most of the medal missing
-A 6 inch Bowie Knife
-Basic Rifle skills
-A large Iron Shovel

Name: Joseph Landa
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.

Joseph Landa was born in Austria 1987 into a poor family of farmers and traders, Joseph had five other brothers and sisters. From the early age of 8, Joseph and his father would go hunting, as the income of the farm was not sufficient to feed them, it was here Joseph first learned some basic rudimentary rifle skills. Joseph enjoyed hunting- the thrill of tracking and killing prey was appealing to him, there was nothing quite like controlling life and death. Joseph attended basic schooling but dropped out at 15 to continue his work on the farm. The work on the farm was tedious and laborious but it felt far more fulfilling than sitting at some desk and writing. Life was simple and Joseph enjoyed it- for a time.

One cold day in spring, when Joseph was 19 years old, his beloved grandfather passed away. In his will he left Joseph his uniform; the uniform of an SS Officer, to be more precise a Commandant uniform. It was no secret in Joseph's family that his grandfather had fought in the war but it was now apparent that he had been a war criminal all this time. Despite what people thought, it was Joseph who had always admired his grandfather and continued to do so even after this, accepting the uniform as a sign of respect to his memory. Among the items that were allocated in the will, an alarming amount of it was National Socialist propaganda and memorabilia and while Joseph's family remained neutral to the items- regarding them as the past- Joseph himself hoarded the items and developed an obsession with them, as if they linked him to his grandfather. It was only a matter of time before he became indoctrinated into Nazi ideology. He became reclusive and spent hours everyday maintaining his uniform and pieces of propaganda, he read Mein Kampf cover to cover as if it were holy text. Eventually Joseph left his farm and decided to head north to the fatherland to connect with any neo-nazi movements. His journey took him to Berlin.

By autumn of 2009, when Joseph was 22, he had become involved with a large cult of neo-nazi fascists; they were thugs at best, backed up by their hateful and intolerant speeches which drove their underground campaign against the Jewish, British and Russian residents and businesses in Berlin. Joseph partook in numerous raids on Nazi targets and routinely vandalized the holocaust memorial in the city. Landa was arrested multiple times but it was only minor charges, in total he had only two years of jail time.

By 2015, Joseph was in charge of this movement and felt it his duty to lead his Arian brothers to glorious victory against the "oppressive Jewish funded" government. It was in that same year however that the Union invaded; Berlin was turned into an urban centre, Joseph's group fell into disarray, leaving him alone in this city ruled by true tyrants. Joseph had hidden his uniform out of fear of the Combine branding him a former soldier and killing him. Life was tougher than it had ever been in the city; people were starving and Joseph's hopes for Fourth German Reich lay in ruins...
That was the case until January of 2017 when Joseph heard talks of communities beyond the city and his mind became entranced with the thought of controlling a new movement of people such as himself...

Joseph was not to escape the city of Berlin until winter of 2017 but he had prepared adequately for the journey; his provisions could be rationed out to sustain him for two months if needed and he managed to trade off some of the uniform's medals and some of his now useless propaganda in return for a large bowie knife which Joseph had added to his uniform to complete it. The route out of the city took just under s week; dodging CCA vehicle and chopper patrols while trying to stay away from the Xen wildlife made things slow but once he was clear of the flatlands and headed southeast to the forests of Europe, things became easier if only marginally.

Joseph encountered many people in his travels south; some of them were Russian, British or Jewish so unfortunately for them (assuming they were alone) were either murdered by Joseph and their supplies taken or they were carved up with a swastika on various parts of their bodies. Among the items Joseph gathered was a shovel, which he would use to bury the bodies of those he killed on the road. Upon reaching Ineu Pass it was January of 2018 and there were talks of happenings in the pass, which intrigued Joseph. He was always one to be fascinated by the unknown. He has also heard word that there is an actual community there which Joseph could finally cull of any elements his ideology deemed unfit to live.
     

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
Uniform- Looks snazzy and real classy

Bowie Knife- Effective at intimidation and good for carving meats up...

Rifle Skills- If Joseph were to get a weapon then it wouldn't be a completely foreign item to him.

Shovel- Can dig holes which can be useful for disposal of certain things.

Defects
Uniform- It's a nazi uniform so it makes him the biggest target in Ineu from both OTA and white knight OL'rs

Bowie Knife- Falls short in comparison to most weapons others have in Outlands

Rifle Skills- Very basic and probably not very useful against advanced marksmen

Shovel- Heavy and cumbersome.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to make Landa into a character that represents a long dead ideal, the Outlands lacks an element of evil, in my opinion, which can be re-introduced with this character.


Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
N/A


Which server does this apply for?
Outlands


Extra Notes (optional):

19
Creations / Overwatch Art
« on: January 27, 2013, 03:48:57 PM »
Spoiler for Hiden:
You will need to open it in a new tab as it is desktop background configured...

Kay, so I got my brother to do some artwork for SHADE Squad. He's too modest to post here so I'm doing it on his behalf, you guys got any passing feedback then please share it. Thank you.

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Fixed / The Amazing Disappearance of OL!
« on: January 23, 2013, 11:57:56 AM »
Gentlemen, I and several others have come across a glitch in the system of Outlands where (seemingly at random) all doors, trees and chars disappear completely. I fix this by rejoining but it happens time and time again. Perhaps a flaw in the map because I haven't seen it happen in city.

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IC Chat / 'Kal' Character Profile
« on: January 20, 2013, 09:38:54 AM »
'Kal' Character Profile

Character information:

Character background: (It's a long one so... It's in the spoiler.)
Spoiler for Hiden:
Clara Kalvins was born on April 15th 1997 in a front room of an apartment room Bucharest, Romania. Clara was born with a rare condition called Phocomelia- a disease, which in Clara's case, meant she was born without arms below the elbow. Clara's single mother sunk into post-natal depression, she refused to believe Clara was born like this and still thought herself to be bearing the real child. Clara's mother was admitted into a psychiatric institute in December of the same year Clara was born. The daughter was put into the systematic foster homes of Romania. She spent much of her early childhood in the special care of staff who worked at the foster home.

Growing up, Clara loved to try things all the other kids were doing but was excluded from many things due to her disability, she ended up reluctantly spending a long time in solitude, reading and learning how to do things like drawing, eating and drinking with the use of her feet without the aid of workers. Clara never had many friends in the home- the children saw her as weird and creepy. Clara's personality grew distrusting over time; her tone became naturally sharp and disarming. She distanced herself from even the workers, keeping her mind on the oddest things. On her 10th birthday, April 2007, Clara's way of life was to change forever...

Clara rose from bed, pushing the blankets away lethargically. The rain drummed on her bedroom window; forming small vertical rivers down the pane. The sound of the morning routine was absent; Clara's birthday fell during a school holiday and the children were either sleeping, out with friends or watching TV. Despite the day that other kids would find important- Clara was seen as weird and so any celebration on her days like this that had to involve her seemed condescending and incredibly forced. Clara's door was opened promptly by one of the care workers initially here to wake her up to dress her. The worker's name escaped Clara, she tried to forget names, and people never stayed around long enough to deserve remembering, that was her philosophy.

Once the worker had finished dressing Clara; slipping a long sleeved purple shirt over her and tying the arms into knots below the stumps, Clara looked up at the worker in her best poker face. The worker seemed neither pleased to see Clara or happy about her birthday. He muttered a forced,
"Happy birthday, by the way." before turning and walking out. Clara followed and descended the staircase towards the front door; of course there was no mail addressed for her, why would there be?

After shuffling through the various letters on the mat with her toes, she turned to the kitchen and sleepily walked in. Clara slumped in her usual chair, the one closest to the window. Clara cast an eye lazily over the single letter on the table; it was a small, formal looking document with a single stamp on its corner, it was addressed to Miss Kalvins of Bucharest Family Foster Home. Clara stared intently at the letter, because of it's position on the desk it would take some work to get open and even then she would end up tearing it apart... No, it was best to just wait. It was placed there however; perhaps they didn't want Clara to see it. One of the social workers walked in, opened the fridge and walked out, not even noticing Clara or her situation. As much as she wished things were different she knew that she was most likely to stay here for many more years, never being able to leave state care.

Clara arched herself forwards, flopping onto the table then using her legs to prop herself up, she managed to steady herself on the table surface. Clara took the envelope between her big toe and index toe, using her other toe to carefully tear the side of it open. After a minute of steady work the envelope was open and out came the paper; an official looking document with some logos of government organizations that Clara didn't care about. The letter read:

"To Miss C. Kalvins

We are pleased to inform you that our office has accepted your request of adoption to the Beklea family. Your transitional period will begin immediately and will bridge your move from institutional care to the care of your guardians... Blah blah blah..."

Clara tossed the paper aside, she had no idea how to react, she felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Happiness? Anger? Confusion? Who were these people? Clara wasn't even involved in her own adoption process. Were they that desperate to get rid of her? That thought hurt her more than anything. Clara's emotions cleared into a hue of sadness and so she began to cry, alone.


Despite Clara's worries, the Beklea family were nice enough; they treated her well and looked after her. Clara felt that she was at last part of a family. She took up actively writing, when she was happy she was full of ideas, they flowed through her like the blood in her veins. Clara even began to make friends at school, much to Clara's surprise.  She would often write with the pen name "Kal", it helped forget her memories of the care home, she even got her friends to start calling her it in the place of Clara. Clara wanted to become a journalist... Maybe a TV presenter but her disability yet again hampered her; she could only write a short time before she started getting pains, her writing was messy and scrawled. Her appearance meant that any TV career would be too jarring for the public it depressed Clara very much. In her high school years, Clara's grades began to decline sharply as her depression worsened.

By 2015, Clara's grades were so bad that her guardians pulled her out of school to be enrolled in intense tutoring from home, her guardians even decided to sell their house and move completely to their lakeside holiday home they visited in the summer- this was to help Clara "concentrate".

In August that year the world was to change irreversibly. The portal storms rocked the mountains of Romania violently; the sky shook as thunderous blue erupted from the sky for days on end, plunging the country into a week of perpetual night and tremors. In the mass panic, Clara and her adoption parents had been stocking up, not out of knowledge but out of fear. At night the sounds of distant gunfire blazed, there were creatures roaming the planet, appearing from anywhere. The governments of Earth declared martial law.

It was then on the fateful day where the heavens split and from the divide came the invasion force of the Universal Union, the Earth was consumed in conflict for days after the war had ended, small enclaves of fighters held out in a forest bunker about twenty kilometres from Clara's cabin. She remembers how every night the sky was engulfed in fire and raw energy as the Union laid waste to the enclaves. The confusion and panic was all around, Clara feared for her life every moment, with every distant sound of a gunship and every alien cacophony that bellowed from beyond the mountains. The cabin was not searched for some time, the Combine either didn't notice or didn't care. It was that case until a gloomy morning in October...

The sky was a murky shade, smoke drifted from beyond the mountains to the north, the air smelt of death and decay. The filthy soot blanketed the cabin; the family were confined to the basement out of fear of scouts. An unusual sound boomed from the distance, it was similar to that of a gunshot but it remained for a few seconds, hanging in the air. It was only when a faint whistle became audible that it struck Clara. As the thought hit her, so did the object.

Clara was thrown to the ground; her back slamming off stonewalls of the cellar. The dust that filled the air was blinding- a smell of smoke, chemicals and blood invaded Clara's senses, and she struggled upwards, shouting out for her guardians. She looked down at where her parents had been sitting; long smears of blood and organs littered the impact crater from where it hit, Clara screamed in horror, falling to her knees in dismay, tears streaming down her face. They were dead, both of them.

The metal shell that impacted the house clicked loudly, it opened with a hiss, and Clara shifted her tearful gaze up to it. From the pod emerged a strange shape, it's dark skin and long insect-like legs crept slowly into the light streaming from the hole in the roof. Clara stood back, moving away towards the door, fear grasping her and tears choking her. The creature leapt forwards suddenly towards Clara, she threw herself out of the way and scrambled up the steps where she forced the flimsy wooden door open before slamming it shut with her feet. The hole in the floor was now a billowing column of smoke, more shapes began to scale upwards out of the hole, Clara's eyes searched frantically for an escape route- the kitchen window had been smashed open during the portal storms, providing an escape route to Clara. She clambered onto the counter and out of the window, cutting her self on the window, with several fresh shallow rips in her side and front, Clara cried out and landed ungracefully on the porch. She forced herself up and ran awkwardly towards the tree line. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't care, all she wanted was to leave this place and go far away.

Her mind was in frenzy, not able to think straight, more tears streaming coldly from her cheeks as she took cover in the forest. The creatures had not followed her.

Clara was cold, without supplies and barefoot in the forest. She had covered some ground but she was tired and terrified, she fell into the fetal position and lay on the forest floor as dusk fell.

It was as the sun set that the sound of an engine roared into her hearing range. Clara opened her eyes momentarily to see a pair of bright headlights come thundering through the forest. Clara shut her eyes- if they passed her she would freeze to death or die of starvation eventually over the next few weeks, if they stopped then they would shoot her or take her their spaceship or whatever these creatures did. Whatever it was that happened, Clara had accepted her fate.

The car halted, the door opened, the crunch of boots on the forest foliage made Clara purse her lips tightly, bracing herself for what was to come. A male voice veiled in an American accent speaks up slowly; he sounds unsure whether Clara is alive, he approaches but then recoils slightly when he sees the knotted sleeves of her shirt.
"Uh... Hello? You alive?" He asks uncertain. Clara opens her eyes, looking over the man; he is a tall man with red baseball cap, a square-jaw chin that juts out his prominent horseshoe moustache dominates his facial features. His eyes snap open as he realizes Clara is alive; he offers a hand to help her for a moment before retracting the offer hastily once he figures out his mistake.

Clara sits forward, looking over the man, he looks slightly jarred by the girl's appearance. He sets about going forward and backwards to Clara as she gets up.
"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" He asks, his voice sounding resolute and re-assuring.
"I'm.. I.. " Clara's throat chokes up, she is torn with emotion, a pang of guilt and grief runs through her, she falls towards the man, sobbing. Clara hugs him loosely with her stumps, she mumbles something into his shirt but it is lost with the tears.
"Hey..." Says the man as he ties to comfort her, wrapping his hands onto Clara's shoulders. "Its okay, shhh. It's okay. Come on, let's get you out of here."
Clara nods, her tears running dry as she approaches the passenger car door. Clara stares at it with malice as the man gets into the car. He looks at Clara before a look of guilt swarms his features and he quickly gets out, apologizing profusely, he pops the white pickup door open and gestures her to sit.

Once they are on their way, the man takes this opportunity to introduce himself.
"I'm Red... Red Riley, uh... What's your name?" Clara looks blankly out the window into the blackness of the night, her eyes red with tears. She answers barely.
"Kal..."


In the coming week Red and Kal abandoned the car, taking the journeys on foot. Kal was once again in the care of someone; he was a nice guy, kind and reassuring, he had authority but wasn't mean to her. For a couple months the pair laid low in the winter, staying at a small refuge in the lowlands of the Romanian countryside. Kal became anchored to Red, if not for her own security then at least for the company. Red was a good guy after all. Kal's life would follow a pattern of going from refuge to refuge. Some descended into chaos, others were attacked by the Union. Kal learnt about the invasion and the intentions of the Union, it scared her so much. In the rare event she saw an Overwatch unit she became paralyzed with fear, her mind would race a thousand thoughts. It was their eyes that terrified her the most; glowing but soulless, deep yet empty. They were hollow shells of people. Hollow men. 

Kal's emotional state has worsened since the death of her adoption parents, the situation she finds herself in- on the road, going from hellhole to hellhole wasn't what Kal needed but there really was no other way. Kal would often have re-occurring nightmares, and despite Red's best efforts, they clearly disturbed her. The pain of losing the only people she loved was incredibly heavy for Kal, even writing (despite it becoming a difficult task in the Outlands) became pointless and didn't make her feel any better. 

It was in the early days of 2018 that the pair came across Ineu Pass after hearing about it from a merchant in a refugee on Highway 45- an empty wasteland linking "City 45" to where ever.

Kal's eyes strained to look towards the rising sun that rose from over the hill. Red watched the horizon with care, his baseball cap shielding his eyes from the worst of the morning light. The trees cast long corridors of shadow past the pair, lengthening as the sun rose. The silence of the walk was punctuated by the rhythmic crunch of snow underfoot Red broke the quiet scene.
"Not much further, probably. How you coping, Kal?" He asked in his usual casual tone as ducked under a low branch. Kal held her composed blank expression, letting out only a vague remark.
"Fine." In truth she was far from fine; her legs ached, despite Red being the one carrying the backpack, Kal was malnourished and feeling low. Red turned back to Kal a moment.
"We'll be there any minute now."

'There' was a place Red had heard about on Highway 45- it was another supposed haven with food, water, shelter and electricity. Though on the surface that sounded nice, it was always misleading. The populations of these "havens" tended to be psychotic, murderous or thieves. Most of the time Red and Kal only spent a few weeks at one place before fleeing or being forced out. Yet despite this, Red remained optimistic as usual.

Red was the first to reach the hilltop and survey the land ahead from a clearing in the pine trees. He whistled slightly, gesturing Kal to join him at the clearing. Kal hobbled to Red's side, standing at a much lower height than Red but she could still see the land ahead; the endless snowy pine trees gave way to slow gentle pass slopes, atop the slope sat a small collection of buildings, the largest of the lot gave off a small trail of smoke from a brick chimney. The faintest noise of a generator kick starting to life could be heard as Kal headed down the hill towards the settlement slowly. Red followed then overtook Kal's slow pace.

"It looks nice, yeah?" Red said as they treaded off the snowy forest track, Kal stepped slowly over the rusty road barrier, Red followed and then paused, staring towards the town at the end of the road. "Huh? Nice? C'mon, Kal."
Kal rolled her eyes slightly.
"Yeah. Nice, like the last five places." She muttered, starting off towards the large Inn-like building.


Here Kal and Red hope to settle, if only for a few months. It seems today safety is finite.

How Kal Met 'Beef'

Spoiler for Hiden:
Across the Inn the noise of the daily bustle filled the air, Kal leaned passively on the banister overlooking some stairs. It was her first day in the pass and she had decided to leave the company of Red and go for a look around, maybe meet some people. That was odd of her, as she never usually went out of her way to meet new people. So far only one person had asked about her arms- some guy called Alex, nice guy, worked for "Clinic", Kal couldn't really blame him for asking anyway, atleast he was polite about it. From her position she could see mercenaries, traders, mechanics and refugees all gathering along from her in the room to Kal's right; from the corner a new figure swaggered into view. This man was quite tall, rugged looking with a hatchet and an MP7 slung over his back. The man joked with some refugee standing idle a moment before turning to Kal's direction.

The man paused as his eyes ran by Kal- who had also turned in his direction and attempted to smile weakly at him, it felt weird. The man made some form of excuse and left his conversation, he walked over to Kal while running his right hand through his hair quickly. He spoke in a Deep South accent... Sounded Alabama? Louisiana?
"Well hello there." He started, his voice displaying the accent perfectly.

Kal looked over him quickly; a feature that struck her was the man's rather pointed and red teeth that formed a faint grin. Kal then responded.
"Hello." Was that the best response? Who was this guy? Why did he suddenly just come over? All these thoughts ran through her mind as the man continued the conversation.
"You new here? Good to see some fresh faces out here." This wasn't the worst reply- he seems nice enough.
"Yeah... Got here a couple hours ago."
The man then nodded, accepting Kal's answer before finishing.
"Names' Beef, you?"
"Kal."

How Kal Met Dan
Spoiler for Hiden:
The snow fell lazily from the clouded skies of Ineu, Kal paced over the thick layers of snow that lined the town of Belles. Though she had only been there a few days and yet felt far more welcome here than any other refuge she had been to. Her new acquaintances Tekel and Beef were both rather kind to her and were eager to see her integrate with the community. Despite their efforts though, she still enjoyed moments such as these; quiet and tranquil moments enjoyed in solitude, where she could feel the wind on her skin, the weak rays of winter sun and the could hear the distant sounds of the pass.

It was a this moment Kal realized she was actually not alone- a young man sat hunched in the snow, his back up against a short wall, a large pad of paper resting on his knee and a pencil in his right. He glanced a couple times at Kal who did the same for a second before she started off in his direction. As Kal approached, the man ducked his head into his pad as if it made him invisible. Kal stopped in front of him, she stated bluntly
"That snow must be uncomfortable, what are you even doing out here?" The man cast his gaze up, he wordlessly gestured to his notepad; the visible page was a drawing of a winter scene, he turned it round so that Kal could view it.

The picture was of the street in front of him, in the middle stood an armless female figure that had been sketched in roughly. Kal raised a brow at it. "This is good, really good. Is that me?"
The man nodded briefly. Kal turned and began to take a few steps away before turning back as if she had just had an idea. "May I sit with you?" She asked as politely as she could. Once more the man nodded, though this time a faint smile radiated from him. Kal lowered herself beside him, the snow as numbingly cold but the man didn't seem to mind. Kal smiled at the man with an amount of formality, she began "I'm Kal, it is nice to meet you."

The man smiled back out of politeness before taking a new page in his pad, he scrawled into the page some words quickly, as if he had been waiting to do this. The man turned the pad and held it out in front of Kal, it read simply.

"Hello, Kal, my name is Dan."

Dan and Kal's Field Trip
Spoiler for Hiden:
Kal trudged through the snow with an evident amount of endeavour as Dan trailed behind, glancing cautiously over his shoulder towards the road behind them. The pair were heading out of the pass a couple kilometres to a nearby settlement in hopes of finally locating some source of sign language knowledge. The pass was full of people who would shrug their shoulders at the question concerning it- the fact is that it probably never crossed their minds. Frustrated with their situation, Dan and Kal decided the best way to seek this knowledge was to travel out and find it themselves. They had prepared adequately for the journey as they were sure it would at least be one night outside the safety of Belles; Dan carried the blankets, food and water while Kal had only a small rucksack on her back clipped across her chest, she acted as "overseer" to the trip.

The pair were now a couple hours into the trip, the sight of a large dilapidated cabin rose from the distance, drawing them towards it.  Kal looked back at Dan who was struggling a little under the weight of almost the entire luggage.
"Wanna' stop, honey?" She asked, her voice sounding slightly concerned but her face maintaining a suppressed expression. Dan shook his head, smiling in an attempt to reassure Kal before pointing to the house, indicating that they continue and then stop there.

Kal nodded, taking the hint before stepping over a protruding tree root, keeping her eyes fixed on the cabin; at this distance it was quite clear, the pine trees that lined the forest path dwindled the closer they drew. Dan caught up with Kal as the path ended, giving way to a sharp incline leading up to the cabin, Dan took Kal's left sleeve and began to guide her up the hill. Once at the front door, Dan knocked on it lightly, Kal rolled her eyes.
"If there was someone in there then they would have come out."

Dan hesitated, not quite convinced by her logic but nods anyway, he then tries the door; the wooden door is unlocked but heavy and it takes both hands for Dan to push it open. Kal smiles over to Dan as she walks inside- the room is dark, lit only from the natural light streaming from the windows. "Dan lights." Kal said flatly, expecting her command to be met. Dan fumbles a moment in his pocket before taking out a flashlight and flicking it on. The light reveals a dusty sitting room; sofa, a dead television, a coffee table and a mirror sitting cracked on the floor. Kal moves over to them, looking around for any obvious books. Of course there is nothing.
"Dan, put the flashlight down in that room over there, I'll have a look around while you search some-place else." Dan nodded in agreement, placing the torch in the doorway of the room then taking out his own flashlight and setting off into the dark.

Kal's room was a study by the looks of it...  no, a bedroom. The fact it was lined with bookshelves had fooled her initially. She went back over to torch, kicking it into position at the base of the shelves. Kal moved along the rows of books, most of them were instructional things like cookbooks for foreign and obscure dishes. The row of books below were old how-to books "for dummies" apparently...  Among the collection was a yellow spine book labelled "ASL Sign For Dummies" Kal took that as evidence enough that they had found what they had been looking for.

Suddenly a noise startled Kal, she spun to face the bed. There was nothing, only the darkness where the flashlight's glare ended. It was probably a mouse or something, that's okay. As Kal began to turn back to the shelf something caught her eye; a set of dusty hearing aids on the bedside table. The thought then struck her that perhaps the former occupant of this house was deaf, hence the book.

Meanwhile in Dan's room he was searching around through the drawers of a dressing room, there were lots of strange dresses here, almost all of them pink, none of them would suit Kal or be practical in the slightest. He opened up a new drawer, inside sat a collection of tangled jewellery; elaborate pearls on golden string, over-complicated sets of butterfly earrings, the whole thing emitted a foul perfume odour that made Dan wrinkle his features. In the corner of the drawer was a plain gold chain around a single gold band, perhaps a wedding ring? Hmm... Dan thought to himself a moment, checking around for Kal then taking it once he knew she wasn't there.

"Dan! Got something!" Kal shouted from the other room, Dan stuffed the ring and chain into a small pocket on the backpack before coming through to see Kal standing by a bookcase gesturing to one with her sleeve.
Within a few minutes the pair were out on the road again, leaving the cabin and heading home. At this rate they would arrive home by dusk.

As night fell over Ineu, Kal collapsed into her usual chair, Dan sitting opposite on his.
"Alright!" She puffed, clearly tired by the day's events. "Open it up and get reading, you can teach me in the morning or something because I am just too tired."
Dan nodded graciously; he placed the bag behind his chair and slid his notepad and pen from his pocket. He scrawled over the pad a moment before extending his message to Kal.
"Goodnight Kal, sleep well."

Dan's Proposal

Spoiler for Hiden:
Dan led Kal through the snow across the road, gently holding her right sleeve, pulling her ahead with an eager anticipation. The sky was once again a melancholy shade of swirling greys but Kal was happy; she and Dan had been together all day and her mood was naturally lifted by his romantic gestures today and he had even gotten over doing things like holding her sleeve and kissing her in public. While Kal had no particular interest in gossip, it was clear that not even her other friends had really caught on about their relationship... Well... Maybe Red.

Red. He seemed a long way away. Kal had only seen him a couple times since her arrival. Perhaps he was using Dan as his excuse to leave her? Go off and travel somewhere else? The thought hurt Kal a little, she had to go see him again soon, make amends.

Dan led Kal past the inn; the building was quiet for a change, most were out of town doing other things. Dan took a left, Kal trailing after.
"Hey! You'll stretch my sleeve if you keep going like that." Said Kal in a playful tone as Dan let go of Kal's sleeve and walked back a couple steps. They had arrived at the spot they had met; the grey wall sat in defiance of the snow that had been blasting it for months, the spot where Kal and Dan once sat had long been covered. Dan turned to Kal, looking over her with a smile, a look on his face as if he was preparing himself for something. Dan sighed silently, looked at the ground briefly then glanced up at Kal and held the stare. He fumbled a moment in his pocket, clutching hold of an item.
Dan dropped before Kal, kneeling, the smile on his face shaking as he did. He opened held out his right palm and opened it out; there sat a gold wedding ring on a silver chain, his fingers trembled as he began to sign out carefully, starting by spelling her name out.
"Kal, will you marry me?"

Kal choked up as she deciphered the motions; she felt her eyes well and her legs shake, her voice wasn't working properly either, her whole body was overcome with the moment.
"Yes!" She announced, fresh tears now beginning to roll down her cheeks. Dan took that as his cue. His smile beamed brightly- he too had tears welling from his eyes as he rose and embraced Kal in a passionate and comforting hug. Kal murmured and sobbed with joy into Dan's shoulder, she gave up formulating words and just tried to hold Dan close, wrapping her short arms onto his sides.

After what seemed like an eternity for Kal, the pair parted their hug, Dan once again raised the necklace, Kal smiled fully at Dan, sniffing once as he hooked it around her neck and took a step back to admire it.
"It's p-perfect, Dan!" Kal managed to say her voice returning slowly. The two then joined in a kiss, both seemed overwhelmed with happiness.

Among the many of thoughts that ran through her mind, Kal knew just what to think at that moment; there might be such a thing as happily ever after...     

All Alone
Spoiler for Hiden:
In a few days, Kal will celebrate her 21st birthday. A day she was hoping to spend with Dan. Unfortunately, the harsh reality of life caught up with her and has beaten Kal some more. All her friends are dead. Dan has been missing for months and is assumed dead, Vincent was shot for having leaked information to Overwatch and Jules was killed by a vested assailant- who also threw a grenade near Kal. She is now in a state of shock, concussed, burnt and is suffering serious memory loss of the incident as a result of concussion. It seems that everyone she has ever been friends with is dead... Except Beef who made his return to Kal's life yesterday. Time will tell just how long that lasts as misery seems Kal's constant companion these days.

Character name:(Formerly Clara Kalvins) 'Kal Jones'
Citizen Identification Number: Not Assigned
Physical description IC'ly: Missing both arms below the elbow|Checkered green shirt|Sleeves knotted at elbow|5'2|Auburn hair cut short|Wears sandals|Romanian accent|Rolled up black jeans
Gender/sex: Female
Approximate age: 21
Before official and/or unofficial faction: No faction
After official and/or unofficial faction:No faction
Country originated from: Romania
Current location: Ineu Pass
Accent: Romanian
Marital Status: Assumed widowed

Hair color: Auburn
Eye color: Hazel
Face marks (i.e. scratches, bruises, scars): Scratches over her feet from the past few weeks, faded scratch on lower chin, burns on the right side of her body, part of her face is bandaged.
Hair design (short cutted, ponytail, etc): Very short, loose

Mental good and/or bad skills:

Mental strong points
-Headstrong
-Laid back
-Calm
-Has a sense of humor

Mental disadvantages
-Suffers post traumatic stress disorder
-Paranoid on occasion
-Suffers bouts depression
-Fear of Xen lifeforms

Physical good and/or bad skills:

Physical strong points
-Strong leg muscles due to all the activity she does with her feet

Physical disadvantages
-Obvious lack of arms carries with it many implications such as lack of much defense.
-Is quite short and thus rather physically inferior to others

Character look-a-like image:
Spoiler for Hiden:

Character fitting music and/or song:
Spoiler for Hiden:
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RigoKkMEcbk" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RigoKkMEcbk</a>
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQXVzg2PiZw" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQXVzg2PiZw</a>
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-QQekBc0wY" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-QQekBc0wY</a>
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvGRl1_I-no" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvGRl1_I-no</a>

Clothing and/or protective armour and temporarily/permanent suffering:

Clothing and/or protective armour and markings (bruises, scratches, etc) on the limbs:
Head: Green hairband, right side of face bandaged
Neck: Silver necklace with a wedding ring looped through it.
Torso: Green shirt with white checkers and and green buttons, right stump and shoulder scarred by burns, backpack strapped
Front of the torso: V-cut of the shirt
Arms: (Funny...) The shirt sleeves are knotted at the elbows
Hands:  >:(
Legs: Black jeans, rolled up.
Feet: Brown sandals

Weaponry: N/A
Equipment: Small backpack which clips over her chest
Known authorized items: No items to speak of.

In-game suffering information:
Suffering from? (diseases, broken limbs, intoxication, etc):
Phocomelia- A birth defect that causes limb loss, in this case, both arms below the elbow.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Depression
Serious body and facial scarring from an explosion

Lost and/or replacement limbs or parts?:No arms below the elbow. No replacements.
Skills, perks and/or traits of the character: Dexterous when it comes to doing things like eating, drinking and writing with the use of her feet.
Weaknesses and/or severe flaws: Lack of forearms and hands.


Thanks to Stalker, Tray and Statua for the format! (Okay, did I get everyone? Ok? Good.)

Feel free to post your thought and opinions below, thanks for reading.

I'll be adding more to this over time.

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Half-Life 2 Roleplay / Outlands or City- A calm discussion, please
« on: December 28, 2012, 12:16:28 PM »
Alright, alright!

I want a good, clean and fair discussion- I don't want this turning into a debate! If it escalates I will not hesitate to lock it.

My question is:

Outlands Or City? Your pick and why. Remember everyone gets their own opinion.

My opinion on City: I prefer city. More consistent RP quality, sensible ideas, eventful and has decent gun-control. However like all city servers there are minges.
 
My opinion on OL: I like OL as it lets me develop my more outrageous characters outside the reach of the CCA, I'm not a fan of the rather OP auths some people have- as legit they may be.

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Creations / HL2RP-The Night Before Christmas
« on: December 23, 2012, 08:25:05 PM »
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Nexus
Not a unit was stirring, not even a ZEALOT.
The bullets were stacked by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Jonco soon would be there.

The citizens were nestled all cold in their beds,
While visions of rations danced in their heads.
And loyalist in her ‘armband, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our keyboards for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the plaza there arose such a clatter,
Units sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the airlock they flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and threw up the stunstick.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to cans below.
When, what to their wondering helmets should appear,
But a miniature gunship, and eight tinny OTA.

With a little old driver, so lively and strong,
I knew in a moment it must be St Jon.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now KMP! now, Challenge! now, Kronic and Rolf!
On, RTLK! On, Alex! on, on Orange and raged!
To the top of the Nexus! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the UCH-tops the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of BMs, and St Jonco too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little boot.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Jonco came with a bound.

He was dressed all in kelvar, from his head to his foot,
And his uniform was spotless of ashes and soot.
A bundle of Blackmarks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a paedo, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they glowed! his gas mask how merry!
His cheeks were like bone, his eyes coloured cherry!
His droll little mouthpiece was drawn up like a bow,
And the skull on his belt was as white as the snow.

The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad mask and a little round AR2,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of justice!

He was dreaded and scary, a right jolly old SeC,
And I pissed myself when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A stare of his eyes and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his gunship, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Half Life to all, and to all a good-night!"

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Creations / Mr Pettit and Mr Christmastoes Give a Nexus Tour!
« on: December 20, 2012, 03:59:36 PM »
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ-uV72pQKI" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ-uV72pQKI</a>

495:
[Spoken]
Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to amputate

[Sung]
Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of
Pure procrastination
Take a look
And you'll see
Into your elation

121:
We'll begin
With a tour
Travelling in
The world of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy
All your reason

If you want to view the armory
Here's the keycode go and view it
Anything you want just, take it
Wanna get inside?
A bullet to the lock will...
Do it

495:
There is no
Life I know
To compare with
My intense fixation
Living here
You'll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view the armory
Here's the keycode go and view it
Anything you want just, take it
Wanna get inside?
a bullet in the lock will..
Do it

[Both]

There is a
Life I know
It compares
Pure imagination
Living here
You'll be free
If you truly
Wish to be!

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General Discussion / What has 2012 been for you?
« on: December 12, 2012, 06:07:10 PM »
Hello again friends, it appears another year has passed, it all seems rather fleeting now as I try to recall it.
This has been one of the best years of my life, I became published and I am on my way to becoming a novelist, I found Catalyst and have made many friends here. So, I would like to know, what does 2012 mean for you, was a year you'll cherish or remember? I'm going to post a video here that does a good job summing up 2012 and I look forward to your replies.

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY_MUB8adEQ" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY_MUB8adEQ</a>

(rip Ray Bradbury :( )

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IC Chat / Richard Sherlock's Character Sheet
« on: December 08, 2012, 06:10:49 PM »
Richard Sherlock's Character Profile

Character Background:

Richard was born in 1981 in a premature birth. His mother and father were a wealthy family that both held steady and extremely well paid jobs in the inner workings of the British government. Richard was diagnosed with an exceptional IQ for his age at 10 years old; his parents decided that they would tend to this talent by supporting Sherlock's education with rigorous tutoring and study. Because of his tendency to notice things mixed with the slight autism, which was responsible for his intellect, Sherlock did not have many friends during his childhood; nor did he ever have any kind of relationship growing up.

Throughout his ascent to adulthood, Sherlock would maintain his IQ and continue to push it's limits by writing studies and papers on a myriad of subjects; philosophy, history, English, maths and several European languages. It was around this time in which he became obsessed with the workings of Law and Order; he went on to develop an interest in criminal sciences. At the age of 20 and with a schooling career with references from the very best tutors in the country, Sherlock graduated from Oxford with his degree in Criminal Justice at 24 and then went on to study two years to earn a position as DCI of the West Metropolitan Police force, in this course he was trained in some basic self-defence, he pursued it even after the course was over; the art of unarmed combat was one of a most interesting concept to Sherlock, it focussed on power from stance and manipulating your enemy. 

Richard was responsible for one of the biggest reductions in crime London had ever seen; a dramatic drop in everything from petty street crime to organized crime and smuggling. Richard's perception and intellect was an asset to him and the entire force; he was famed in the papers as "London's Finest". However Richard himself was a socially awkward and egotistical man who would often-outright reject social events or any form of interaction, he was far too frustrated with his work.

But in 2010 Richard unearthed a case more elaborate than any he had encountered before, one so intricate that it had evaded even him for years; a web of lies and corruption that had been sewn in the shadows while Sherlock had been concentrating on cleaning London. This corruption was made of a complex number of syndicate crime cells working with several of the Police Brass to evict Richard from his place in return for a cut of the cell's operation profits. It was a plan Richard had noticed too late, to Richard, there was only one option he could take.

Richard resigned from DCI in late 2010, for reasons undisclosed. He sank into a deep depression that was to last two years; he hid away from the public and cut his even basic ties to his few friends and family. He became a hermit, living in the forgotten edges of modern society. That was until 2012 when he decided he would start a consulting agency for those seeking legal help against criminals that plan eventually evolved and Richard became a Private Investigator. He loved his work; he became more obsessed with it then when he was a DCI, he felt so much closer to his cases then before, he almost felt a strange enjoyment from cracking cases, the rush of euphoria from deciphering the cryptic mistakes of a criminal. In this time Richard once again practised in H2H combat, he even went as far as to enter a few fights in the underground scenes he would often stalk in search of criminals.

It was in 2015 that the world was changed forever; the Portal Storms and the Seven Hour War erupted out of the ashes of the Black Mesa Incident; with dire consequences for the planet. Sherlock was rounded up and processed in the aftermath; he had survived with only minor wounds from the fighting. He was relocated to City Twelve; a city formally known as Berlin, there he lived with his fellow citizens in poverty and desperation. In the bleak winters he hid in his apartment along with several others, whom he shared the squalid room with, they sat around open fires, silent and cold, Sherlock was glad that his suitcase still contained his coat, the fact he still had it was also remarkable considering most citizens were separated from their luggage. In the spring of 2016, Richard had decided that the only way to rid his life of the Union was to resist, he joined the Berlin movement; a covert and discreet network of citizens seeking to overthrow the CCA of C12 by providing food and water to the population in return for information and spread of anti-UU propaganda. The plan seemed to be working until one week in the summer of 2016; an elite division of the CCA captured a key member, shortly after the movement was hit by a series of brutal strikes of OTA and parasite shelling. With the resistance in disarray, Sherlock and a band of members made for the early "underground railroad" out of the city.

The journey across the wilds was one of many hardships; Richard's band grew fewer by the week and although Sherlock was able to defend himself with his fighting skill from creatures like wolves and the occasional crazed refugee, they were useless against SYNTH and OTA that pursued them. Some of Richard's group starved to death, some died of illness or Overwatch sweeps. In the end it was just Sherlock. Distraught by grief, exhausted from travel and weakened by the escapes over the past few months, Sherlock stumbled blindly into Ineu Pass before collapsing in the town of Belles, he spent days in the Inn, recovering from his travels. He plans to stay in this sheltered pass for as long as he feels necessary; the communities around the pass seem livelier than those of Sherlock's past. Perhaps he may even try to settle in this place...

*One month later*

The sun drew to high noon as Sherlock crept through the forests of Ineu, towards the hillside path leading out into the mountains. Sherlock's genius was wasted in this barren and desolate place; the inhabitants were hostile and numb to his wisdom. Sherlock was never contacted for his services as an investigator, nor could he find a quiet spot to think. Sherlock had decided to leave... but where? A number of places crossed his mind; he heard that Spain was lovely this time of year... however that was far too many miles from Ineu. Sherlock had heard many refugees talking about a City Sector not far from the pass, it was apparently accessible via a mountain road to the south that lead to a drainage facility, through this facility's water tunnels, it leads through the Sector defenses and under the City walls, arriving at City 45. Richard had been thinking back to his days in City 12, when he was a member of the Berlin Movement; he remembered the feelings of hope it gave him and his fellow members, he yearned to see the Union's grasp on the planet dwindle and vanish, Sherlock knew that he wouldn't be able to do that alone in some godforsaken pass in the middle of nowhere. He had to take the struggle to the heart of the enemy, he had to raise a following in the shadow of the citadel and then make the Union feel the last possible emotion they can feel behind their masks of imprisonment: Fear. They will feel fear at last, fear of those that they have oppressed for so long and they will remember us.

Character name: Richard Sherlock
Citizen Identification Number: #285591 (City 12)
Physical Description IC'ly: Wears a sweeping black coat that trails to his ankles|Face covered by blue rag|Muffled English accent|Tall|Curly black hair
Gender/Sex: Male
Approximate age: 36
Country originated from: Britain
Current location: Eastern Europe, Combine controlled Sector, City 45, outskirts.
Accent: English

Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue
Face marks (i.e. scratches, bruises, scars): N/A
Facial hair (males only): Slight grizzled beard brought on by life on the outskirts of the city.
Hair design (short cutted, curly, ponytail, etc): Curly, messy.

Mental condition: Richard is incredibly egotistical, his hatred for the Union's tyrannical regime is the only thing that keeps him focused on the tasks at hand.   
Physical condition: Due his circle of friends who happen to have supply routes with Ineu Pass, he is able to maintain a frugal but nourishing diet, thus he is able to continue tuning his combat performance.

Character look-a-like image
Spoiler for Hiden:


Character theme
Spoiler for Hiden:
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGH-4jQZRcc" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGH-4jQZRcc</a>
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4h7NGMz2RI" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4h7NGMz2RI</a>

Clothing, protective armour, markings (i.e. tattoos, scars)
Head: A blue face-wrap made from a scarf.
Torso: A black vest sewn onto a Citizen upper torso uniform and a sweeping black coat which trails to the top of his ankles, a silver pocket watch (broken).
Arms: Long sleeves on both the coat and shirt.
Hands: N/A
Legs: Denim jumpsuit leggings hidden usually by the coat.
Feet: Pointed black shoes.

Weaponry:
Favourite weapon of choice: Hand-To-Hand
Equipment: Sherlock does not own a firearm as he doesn't deem it necessary.

In-game suffering information
Suffering from? (diseases, broken limbs, intoxication, etc): Richard is a "High functioning sociopath"
Lost limbs and/or parts?: N/A
Skills, perks and/or traits of the character: Highly perceptive, extremely intelligent and has advanced hand-to-hand skills.
Weaknesses and/or severe flaws:
-Extreme Intelligence
Makes Sherlock anti-social at best, he rejects most company and distances himself from others.

-Highly Perceptive
Richard may focus too much on small irrelevant details and ultimately miss the important things.

-Advanced H2H skill
Only as good as Sherlock's nutrition and diet allows for it to be, not to be used for attacking purposes, more suited for defense.

When faced with failure, Sherlock blames others, regarding himself as superior to most and especially the Union. However he bares a sense of comradeship to Anti-Citizens who are smart and realize the delicacy of their art.

Character Quotes:

-"You wouldn't understand, you see but do not observe."
-"Perfect impersonation of an idiot."
-"Vatican cameos."
-"Dear God. What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring."
-"The core foundations of all government structure is tyranny."
-"Guardian, please don't talk aloud, you lower the IQ of the whole city."


Thanks to STALKER and Tray for the format, love you bbys

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Creations / <::|| The Unit ||::>
« on: November 20, 2012, 11:57:53 AM »
NOTE: This story is a direct continuation of The Candidate, same setting and same char, here it is as I advise reading it before this one. http://www.catalyst-gaming.net/index.php?topic=19021.0   


<::|| The Unit ||::>   
<::|| Honoured Service ||::>


The dropship shuddered from the skies, falling through the heavens, descending similar to a bird of prey, into the city below. As the cabin shook it's occupants remained still, stoic expression plastered over their blank faces. Unit 016 was among them, fresh from Orion Training Base and en-route to City 17 for their first assignments. The engines screamed as the ship locked into a docking path with the City 17 Citadel; the largest and most important citadel in the sector and homed to Global Administrator Doctor Breen. 016 revelled in the honour of serving under such an esteemed leader. The gunship hurtled through onwards, moving in graceful glides before throwing itself to a halt; the cabin jolted, tossing the units inside the harnesses.

The cabin was still for a number of minutes, say the occasional clang of metal frames and interlocking tracks, which guided the dropship deep into the heart of the Citadel. A voice then spoke, a deep monotoned voice that was almost impossible to understand to the untrained ear- but to 016 and the rest of the units it was heard with a fluent familiarity.
'Orion-One is docked, opening bay doors.'  With those words, the harness disengaged, all units rose at once and stepped off in single file. 016 cast a glance at the hanger they were lined up in; an almost endless space above them, dotted with columns of brilliant white light, below the glass floor was an equally endless abyss, a platform suddenly emerged from the dark below and ascended rapidly to meet the units.

The platform rose to several feet above them; an extremely tall unit, donning an imposing and prestigious mask glanced over them with mild annoyance before swishing the platform control panel, sending the platform flying off. In the end, after a couple minutes of pure observation, it was Dispatch that instructed them on where the prep room was. The units arrived in the locker room; 016 was assigned to room B-5 Locker 59. Inside 016's locker was two sets of uniform, one light kevlar vest, a stun-baton, a strange wrist mounted device and a dull grey mask with dim blue eye sockets and a small ventilator mounted of the front. 016 felt a sudden rush of emotion as she slid the mask on after slipping into uniform- she suppressed such emotion quickly.

The inside of the mask was surprisingly chilled compared to the slightly sweaty air of the locker room, the sides of her vision were now occupied with data-feeds, heart rate, GPS trackers and several other "important" systems. All this and 016 could still see quite clearly that she was expected to report to the Prep-Room on Citadel Ground Zero. She moved to the far end of the locker room, out the door, into a dull corridor with five small transport elevators running along the walls, 016 entered one and verbally stated, in her now monotoned voice.
"Ground zero."

Ground zero was a massive open hanger of sorts, APCs and SYNTH units being prepped for deployment, units moving around in tight squads towards vehicles. Several units joined 016 on her approach to a stairwell, which lead to the ground unit control centre. 016 wasn't allowed inside, neither were the others, they simply stood in the hall, each in front of a terminal, receiving orders for the day from Dispatch. 016 was assigned to C17 Train Terminal to assist units in citizen processing, she shut off the console and followed her GPS back to the vehicles where she and the others entered an APC and set off. The journey was a strange one; 016 left alone with her thoughts, all of the units around her were of equal rank and they had probably been here much longer yet they all behaved the same way... 016 told herself it was just a sign of a good example but throughout the journey she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. Feeling was not something she remembered being accustomed to so she forced it back on her mind until the APC drew to a halt and the units went to work.

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Creations / CCA Divisional Logos
« on: November 03, 2012, 06:33:24 PM »
So, I've got my brother to make some CCA art recently and he has made some logos for the Divisions. They are pretty basic and some of the colours may not match the division but the changes can be made easily. Also, UNIFORM is yet to be made. I'm posting this on LouisGFX's (My brother) behalf so any feedback would be appreciated.

APEX
Spoiler for Hiden:

NOVA
Spoiler for Hiden:

GRID
Spoiler for Hiden:

ZEALOT
Spoiler for Hiden:

Changes will be made within the week and I'll put them up with the correct colours+they will be a little darker.

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Outside City 45 / Ineu Pass Fuel supply!
« on: November 02, 2012, 01:54:04 PM »
Here's a question that's been getting to me recently.

Where are you people getting fuel for your cars?

If you have a car in the Outlands, where are you getting the gas? Ineu Pass is home to numerous generators which are all consuming vast amounts weekly. The old bunker must have needed huge quantities of fossil fuels! The fact is that Ineu Pass has to now be drained dry. I'm fine with generators and what have you but the fact people just hop in their cars and whiz around the valley is completely unrealistic. I've heard people are stockpiling jerry cans, if so, WHERE? How many? How did you get them? The fact there is no oil drilling machines in the pass, nor is there any refinery, suggests that is should be impossible at this point to simply find gas. All the ruined cars are drained, that's what people would do once gas became scarce. At this point, winter 2017, there should be no more gas in Ineu pass. 

30
Bug Reports / Hello! This bug is quite annoying.
« on: October 27, 2012, 07:38:13 AM »


As you can see, the IC chat section is missing.




Above you can see that the CCA faction has vanished entirely so I will now be missing any important CCA announcements. Some help on this topic would be appreciated. Thank you for your time.

EDIT: Aaaand News & Announcements just vanished. Great.

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