Apocalypse on Thaxios (Scifi Horror RP)

[Crass1905]

Forward.
Military Document: XX789/908-45HG9007 'Operation Iron Duke'
>>Military insertion into Thaxios.<<

Operation Synopsis:
Thaxios (tax-I-os): A barren desert world on the rim of Sector 7, on the border the Imperium's Galactic Empire and the last planet before the 'Restricted Sector'. Until now Thaxios was an unimportant rock in the middle of nowhere, so unimportant it didn't even have an Imperial tithe. Until now the 'Restricted Sector' was a classified solar system that didn't officially exist in any Imperial document, library or archive. Only chosen Political and Military officials know of it, and the horror it contains. 800 years ago several armies and many millions of legionnaire were slaughtered in that system by [CLASSIFIED] [Censored by order of the Emperor] [CLASSIFIED]. As a result the System, and every planet in it, was subject to 500 years of Atomic cleansing. 'Mk 14 High Orbit Neutron Ordnance' was used to purify every planet of all life and cause them to be uninhabitable for 500 years.
How does Thaxios tie into this? 2 weeks ago a large unnatural object crashed into the wastes on Thaxios. Our scientists have calculated the trajectory of this object, and have traced it back to the 'Restricted Sector' It is of utmost importance to the safety of Sector 7 that this object is investigated ASAP. If our worst fears are confirmed, Thaxios will have to be quarantined and subjected to Atomic cleansing. Your Detachment is to investigate the unknown object as best as you can, and report directly to the emperor.

The plot to this RP is such: A small military group is inserted into Thaxios in investigation of the unknown object (The object and the classified information is known to only me, the RPs creator and will be revealed at an appropriate time) They will have to interact with the local population to survive, reach the crash site, investigated it and if necessary to combat any hostiles they come across. Two classes of characters are needed. Civilians and soldiers who reside/are stationed on Thaxios (who have no idea that anything crashed there, or that they are in danger), and the Military group sent there to investigate the object.

Planetary details: Thaxios is a huge desert world bathed in the light of 3 suns. It has only15 small colonies on it, 'Colony 1' being the capital. Planetary structures are small scale, some are factory built prefabricated 'imperial colony' structures, and others are built from available planetary resources and recycled junk. Most are mud/stone buildings. Plant based food is grown in 'biosphere farms' which are large glass domes, that contain a more stable climate inside them for plant growth. Water is mined in 'hydro-farms' which are speckled with deep reaching drills and pumps. Local livestock, consisting of giant feral-iguana like creatures are raised on ranches and local edible plants are grown on large plantations. Transportation between colonies and anywhere else on world is done any way possible. Star ports are located in Colony 1, 6 and 13.

**Rules**
   >>>Important!! Please see my archive post for background details and information on the 4th Imperium.     http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=6589.0
   -No one liners, small sentences, or short paragraphs, a serous RP is well, serous. Please post in paragraphs. Add as much detail as you can!
   -No use of non-cannon information. If it has been listed by me in the background or my archive post then then that is how it shall be. Please do not try to modify the plot or explain the unlisted plot information. (ie, only I know what landed on the planet, and will add that to the plot at the appropriate time)
   -Please use traditional RP rules, no godding, read all unread posts, no super powers, etc, etc.
   -Only one character per person at a time. If your character dies you can create a new one, but you have to tie them in convincingly.

   *3ed person posts please. Do not use asterisks when doing actions, but rather define speech with quotation marks.*
   
That should cover that, please have fun, use your head and do your best! I want to see big juicy detail thick paragraphs out there!

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Name: Crass Jurgen
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Species: Thylacine
Social Class: Class 3 Officer (recruited from a Class 1 family)
Sector: Sector 2
Planet: Schyghuios (Sha-Yor-Gos)
City/colony: City 277
Appearance (physical): Mid hight, 5 foot 9 inches with a stocky build. Tan fur with 12 brown stripes that cross his lower back, tail and thighs.
Appearance (clothing): A loose light fabric jumpsuit, sandy tan in color. It has ribbed padding in the shoulder, elbow and knee region. He wears brown knee high jackboots with this jumpsuit, unpolished with 3 buckles on the boot side which secure them. On and around his head he wears a grungy dark tan shemagh wrap.
Personality: Calm and quiet.
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel 
Military Branch: Legion, 2nd High 13th Army 10th division. Storm Troopers detachment.
Sub-Branch: Storm Trooper.
Job: Military.
Weapons: Mk 44-H Melta Rifle. A heat-based weapon which work by sub-atomic agitation of the air. Targets on the receiving end are heated to the point of being vaporised. A rather heavy and bulky rifle, archaic in creation and rare to find in Legion armories. It looks an folding stock assault rifle with a thick perforated barrel, 3 inches in diameter. Its ammunition is fed from a large under slung cylinder that sits parallel to the barrel and is fed into the receiver via a hose. He also carries a Ripper knife, a 16 inch blade chainsaw-like combat knife capable of cutting through flesh and bone.
Armor: Mk 2 type 6 Partial Carapace armor, consisting of a Dark tan Ceramic Cuirass, pauldrons and  Faulds which cover his torso, thighs and shoulders.
Powers: He is a Blank, someone who can block out and stop psychic effects and interfere with telekineses with in a region around the him. It is not something that can be controlled by the blank, as most Blanks, including Crass, are not aware that they are one.
Details: Lt Col Crass is the commander of the Storm Trooper investigation on Thaxios. He is educated on the classified information regarding the 'restricted system' and the horrors it contains, he also knows how to deal with these horrors as efficiently as possible.
Background: Crass was born to wealthy parents on a large plantation outside of City 277 on the Tera world of Schyghuios. His father is 'Lord General Jurgen, 6th Division (retired)' an old school military commander. And his mother is 'Madam' Lucia Jurgen the Governor of City 277.Crass was raised with military discipline, but he went to school at the Schyghuios Political Academy. He was originally destined to be Governor of Schyghuios, but at 14 the Imperium decided else wise. Crass was commissioned and inducted into the 'Imperial Officer Academy' branch on Schyghuios. At the I.O.A. Crass excelled, soon being selected to become Special forced commander. Age 20, Crass graduates the I.O.A on Schyghuios and is made a Capitan in the 2nd High 13th Army 10th division. Storm Troopers detachment. With them he fought on many different fronts, in many different campaigns. He has fought on every known kind of world but he is best suited to Ice/Desert/Dead worlds were little natural cover exists. Nine years later Crass has found him self a Lieutenant Colonel on Thaxios, commander of a very important and classified mission.   


Crass sat in the empty open air atrium of “Colony 1's” Starport, awaiting the offload of the recently landed Tramp Freighter 'R-Z66'. A gentle breeze blew through the open atrium but it was dry and dusty. Everything here was dusty, the houses, the fursons, the food you couldn't escape the dust. It got in everything and everywhere. A dust so fine it would pass right through air filters, and penetrate supposed airtight seals. It was everywhere, bah. Crass gazed out side the atrium at the ramshackle colony. Colony 1 was cobbled together slowly over hundreds of years, the oldest buildings closest to the starport with the newer ones spreading outwards from it. These buildings were old and very weathered, primarily consisted of prefabricated structures, others were cobbled together from recycled junk and others still were simply made of mudbricks. Tents were also prevalent, in this climate the canvas wouldn't rot so some of the oldest structures were thousand year old tents. Every building and structure was powered by several antique atomic generators next to the star port. Amongst the sun scotched buildings were draped thickly insulated electric wires. Like vines they crossed the ground, crawled up walls and hung across alleyways and between buildings. Clothing hung off some and tents were draped over others. Crass sighed as he thought about Colony 1, the sad thing being that it was the most advanced of all the colonies on world. He turned his gaze from the broken down town up into the sky. A hazy orange empty of clouds and moisture.. and life its only inhabitants being the three red stars Thaxios orbited. He shook his head and grabbed the Green-tan sack that sat on the bench next to him, from with in it, he removed a large slate gray tablet somewhat reminiscent to a laptop screen. He pushed a few of the buttons that were on its side and it flickered to life, then died. Crass smacked it and it turned on again.

He tapped the screen a few times, opening up his most recent transmission.

Military Document: XX789/908-45HG9007 'Operation Iron Duke'
   Sub-document:12 CLASSIFFIED TRANSMISSION

TO: Lt Col Crass Jurgen, Operation Iron Duke.
      Crass, your troops will begin to arrive today, in accordance to the security level of this operation they will arrive on civilian ships. First wave will be on board the “R-Z66” All troops provided have been selected for classified reasons but should prove useful to you. They have have been briefed that they are part of a Special  investigation group dispatched to Thaxios to find and investigate “Object 99” They have not been told any information on the 'Restricted Sector' or the Horror. Keep it this way as long as possible.

   You are permitted to conscript any local Legionnaires, Militia guard or civilians as you see fit, you are also permitted to seize any material or resource you need under military law “G-77a subsection 40087l”

Expunge anyone you believe to be 'Tainted' take no unnecessary risks with this one. If “Object 99” Is what we think it is then every precaution must be taken. Once you find and have identified “Object 99” and determined if is what we think it is report ASAP. Evac will be 48 hours after at a location of your choice.

Good Luck and Emperors Speed.    


Crass hit another button and turned off the tablet, before putting it back in his bag. He sighed and picked up his Mk 44-H resting it across his lap. He couldn't investigate 'Object 99' with out his troops so now he had to wait. Board he gently he functioned the Melta Rifles action, a puff of superheated air floating up out of its barrel. He smiled as he traced a paw up the length of the gun, “soon..” He mouthed to it. Crass folded its stock shut and placed it on top of the bag next to him. The freighter was finally offloading, kind of. A small spattering of civilians wandered through the atrium and headed out into the colony. Annoyed he continued to wait.

[Vosur Aekira]

Just to make sure you know... refer to the mature content rules.

[Crass1905]

Yep.

I just need posters to worry about first.

[Arke]

Name: Shaun Hart
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: (feline furre?)
Social class: Mitia
Sector: Sector 7
Planet: Thaxios
City/Colony: Colony 4
Appearance (physical): Black fur with a white patch below his neck. His right eye is a solid glassy green, the result of a boyhood injury in one of the mine pits. Naturally he is blind in this eye. 5'10".
Appearance (clothes): Faded sand colored utility clothes, (essentially cargos and a tank top). His boots were once black but have been faded and worn to a light grey.
Personality: Inexperienced, but eager to prove himself as more than some dune rat from the outskirts.
Rank: Lieutenant
Military branch: Fourth Thaxian mechanized division (only operator in his squad)
Job: Mech technician
Weapons: AR-2 Overwatch Standard Pulse Rifle
Armor: Combat Engineer Mk II Operator Defence Rig (outdated)
Background: Coming from Thaxian Colony 4, population under one thousand, Shaun became the sole member of the mechanized division of the local militia. Truth be told, he was the only one competent enough to operate and maintain a mech after his father died. His mech is a reconfigured mining walker, fitted with a number of high output lasers and plasma weapons, none of which meet current Imperial Equipment standards.

The Fourth Thaxian Mechanized, meaning Shaun and his walker, waited by the spaceport. He was on a routine maintanence run in Colony 1, but the freighter on the landing pad caught his attention. R-Z66. An Imperial military designation. Why here? Thaxios was well out of the way of everything. Next to no exports, hardly any militia, nothing to warrant this thing. And yet here it was. "Well Lieutenant, let's see what this is about." He climbed into his mech and hailed the ship. No response. "Rude. Leave it to off worlders..."

[Crass1905]

Crass yawned and stretched, he had had enough of waiting in the atrium for a trickle of promised but so far not delivered soldiers. He stood up and brushed the dust off his lap and sleeves, scooping up his rifle and setting it aside he picked up the military messenger bag, which held his com-tablet and slung it over his shoulder. He then picked up his Melta Rifle, made sure it was safed, and strolled out of the atrium. It was considerably brighter outside the atrium then Crass had expected and he shaded his eyes, pausing in the dust just outside the starport as his vision adjusted. Standing in a small town square, Crass scanned his surroundings. He didn't see anyone at first, but he could he life, the churning of generators was more apparent out here as was the clanking of some unknown machine. 

“I've been here a week waiting, if they won't send me troops” Crass said to him self “I'll conscript my own”

 Crass walked over to a sign, looking for directions to either a Legion outpost or the local militia barracks. He studied the sign for a second, it was covered in everything you could think of, arrows pointing to a bar, an inn, the local farms, the market, etc, etc. Finally he found  which direction the local militia barracks were in and set off. Crass was determined to get this mission going, for being as important as it was, it wasn't getting the resources or man power it needed. In a power walking jogging manner Crass rounded the Star port and found the source of the unknown machine. Armor! A mec! Sort of, the improvised fighting vehicle clearly wasn't of military quality but something is better then nothing. Crass approached it, and yelled.

“Hey!” He called out “I am Lieutenant Colonel Crass, 2nd High 13th Army 10th division, I'm looking to get to the local militia barracks, I'm looking to conscript able bodies” He stopped in front of the mec, waiting for a reply. 

[Arke]

A series of metallic clanks echoed through the walker, and a hatch shook before being flung open. "Hey, I'm imperial militia, I had every right to be on that frequency... Oh, lieutenant Shaun Hart, 4th and only Thaxian mech. The barracks is on the other side of the colony. I'll show you the way, save you the headache of these streets." He steps down onto the sand, a small plume of dust rising under his boots. His pulse rifle, showing obvious wear but well maintained, was slung over his shoulder. "So you're a colonel, eh? What's the deal with that freighter? The bridge wouldn't answer my comm." He made his way through the meandering alleyways and tangles of wires, mindless of any trouble the Lt. colonel may be having.