Hey everyone, I always wanted to make a science fiction roleplay, so here is my first try
Everyone who wants to join, please leave name of your character, appearance, gender etc in your first post. NO PLAYiNG GOD OR TAKING OVER OTHER CHARACTERS!!! Guns are allowed, but please, don't carry whole arsenals
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Let's get started with a little history...
Once, millions of years ago, the Galaxy was ruled by chaos. Then, the angels came to be, fighting against the hordes of Lucifer, Lord of Chaos. After 666 years of battle, the Archangel Tamriel was able to destroy Lucifer, and trew his soul into the black hole in the centre of the Galaxy. Whith the dark Lord gone, species throughout the Galaxy were now able to transform and grow, until the first species were able to invent the hyperdrive, a mechanism that allowed a spaceship to travel at the speed of light. More and more races joined the spacerace, until the glorious moment that two species met, and started the first Galactic Alliance. That was 2500 years ago. Now, thousands of species have already joined the Galactic Alliance. But, as was said in the Old Story, Lucifer is planning his return, and with the Angels mysterious disappearance from the Galaxy, it is the question who is going to stop him and his growing fleet of demonic spacecraft...
Now, the start of the story:
The sounding of the alarm woke Blizzard (Bliz for friends) up early. "What, another training session??? This is the fifth this month..." He dressed quickly in his black and white jumpsuit (the same color as his fur), grabbed both his blaster pistols and his small stockpile of grenades and ran out of the room into the already overcrowded hallway. People moved towards the escape hangars of the spacestation, carrying what little they could bring and draging children and elders to their feet. Moving fast through the crowd, Blizzard headed toward the Guard Headquarters. It was only an few minutes until he got to the Headquarters of the spacestation. In the fortified walls of the commando hub, everyone had panicked. People were running towards the exit as Blizzard came in. Pushing his way through the mob, he saw someone he knew from his training days: Sarge Peterson. The Lion was one of the only ones not trying to get away. He and some of the other guards were blocking the only other way into the command hub. When he saw Blizzard, Peterson called him over. He came immediately to the point. 'Unknown hostiles in the lower hangar bay. There are thousands of them... We are being slaughtered down there...' One of the guards joined in: I... I was monitoring the cameras when these... Things just came to be in the hangar bay. I saw them... Cutting down everyone in there... Eating them...' The young guard fell to his knees, crying. Sarge turned to Blizzard. 'We gotta stop them here, we have to rescue the colonists...' "Count me in Sarge. Who else is helping us???"