Blood Ties

[Gabag]

The year is 2050. Humanity is at it's peak, limitations of the past are cast aside as Humanity reaches new heights in the age of technology. The Golden Age has arrived. However all Golden Ages end in tragedy. At 1400 hours a Russian spy satellite detects an American nuclear test launch. Fearing that the Cold War will happen again, the Russians prepare  their nuclear warheads as if to "put down a possible nuclear crisis". The Americans however prepare their large assortment of nuclear warheads in response. Iran and North Korea's governments panic and they prepare their nuclear warheads. Armageddon nearing it is now 1500 hours. The world leaders meet up in Britain and last minute cancel all the launches. However when radio contact to the missile silos was attempted, no one responded, the crews killed and the mysterious killers launch the warheads at precisely  7:00 A.M. The Earth is smothered with Nuclear fire, and Humanity's light is almost extinguished. 2/3's of the population are gone. The survivors are mutated into the likeliness of animals, and are known as the Furs. Some of these mutants lost their minds and went Feral, attacking any creature on sight to feed their ravenous hunger for flesh. Those not mutated, the "Pure Bloods" as they were to be known as, made a mass exodus to the east, in search of something called the 'Bloodline'. Some of the 'Pure Bloods' remained with their furry brethren, and they became known as the 'Outcasts'. Life continued on, Humanity slowly rebuilding. Settlements are established, and the surviving populace lives on, passing on the 'Fur' gene on to their children.

The Year is now 2100. The 'Pure Bloods' return with the Bloodline. A strict militaristic regime, the Bloodline quickly sweeps out of the Eastern U.S.A. and carves a swathe of destruction throughout the local settlements. Furs are taken to experimentation camps, to work on a cure for the gene that causes them to be a fur. These experiments usually result in the subject's death. The camps are built like a prison, the guards cruel and merciless. Some furs have turned on their brethren to escape being experimented on, these are now known as the "Turncoats". The Bloodline believes those with the 'Fur' gene will one day go feral, and Humanity will consume itself because of this. The Bloodline's soldier's gas masks now becoming a symbol of death, enslavement, torture. The year is 2101, the peak of the Bloodline's power, a new discovery in the 'Fur' gene. After years to develop with the toxic radioactivity still in the area, the gene allows the mutated extraordinary powers, which at first are minimal at best. Over time if the mutated lives long enough, these powers are a sight to behold, and a terror to all but the Bloodline soldiers, who are fearless till the end.

Post Merge: April 16, 2009, 05:01:00 AM(Post all Characters on the OOC Board)

[Chrono Blackwyng]

I'm walking towards the open field where the earth users are told to practice at...and I look at the dog-tag around my neck...knowing that the tag I wear belongs to someone who used to be me...How long ago was I a pureblood....about a year ago....and it only took a month to become what I despised...and it turns out...I really like it....

Once I reach the field...I see some of the other earth users have had little devealopment since they gained their powers...which was probably a week ago at best...I had about 2 months with this, talent. So, I show what only time and constant training can accomplish, as I raise a pillar of limestone, about ten feet tall, and start striking pieces off, and it starts to look like a statue...but this is as far as I can go and still keep it standing....so I stamp my left foot, and the entire structure collapses, and sinks into the ground it came from...then I just sit down and try to remember the bloodline language as I pull out my combat knife and write in the dirt....and wrote 'Drax Nikobi' in the dirt....

[Gabag]

John stood at attention with other members of the Overwatch as General Masterson left Experimentation Camp # 01 after another routine inspection to make sure everything was going smoothly. After being dismissed he went back to his post guarding the prisoner's dormitories. "Please let us out, this is all a mistake, Please a mistake!" some of the prisoners pleaded with the Overwatch. Those cries fell on deaf ears as prisoners were herded towards the research division of the camp to be experimented on. "Well well well, lookey who we have here boys, It's our favorite guard John Shepard" grunted Slyde, the prison tough guy and the self proclaimed 'Head of the Prison'. He came forward with two other fur's as they cracked their knuckles. "Well we don't like it when our favorite guard leaves us for inspections, guess we'll have to teach him a lesson eh boys?" the two other prisoners laughed and blocked the possible exits for John. Slyde came forward and brandished a wicked looking curved knife, probably smuggled in by one of the other inmates. John stood there, ignoring the quickly growing crowd of inmates. Slyde stabbed forwards with the knife, but was unprepared when John caught his arm and quickly broke it. Slyde fell to the ground in intense pain as his two buddies decided to back off. Switching on his voice changer that the guards were ordered to use when dealing with unruly prisoners. "Slyde, your behavior in Experimentation Camp 01 has been horrible. We sheltered you when you had nowhere to go, this is how you repay us. Threatening a member of the Overwatch, with an illegal weapon I might add." He said codly. "NO YOU NEVER SHELTERED US, YOU KIDNAPPED US FROM OUR FAMILIES, YOU BUTCHERED THEM IN FRONT OF OUR EYES!!" Slyde yelled through the pain now sobbing. Ignoring the crazed man's cries John continued. "You have been found guilty of these crimes, and the punishment is death! Prepare to receive Civil Judgement" And with that John took out his sidearm, and just before he pulled the trigger, he saw a gleam of defiance in Slyde's eyes. He pulled the trigger anyways. "LET THIS BE AN EXAMPLE TO ALL OF YOU, WE SHELTERED YOU FROM THE HELL THAT IS THE WORLD TODAY, YOU SHOULD BE ACCEPTING THE GIFTS OF THE BLOODLINE!" he yelled. The crowd dispersed and John stood at attention, a clean up crew dispatched to remove Slyde's corpse, and an officer to debrief John.

It was just another day on the job.

[Arke]

The machineguns rattled on as they always seemed to around the Maw, and the furred officer crouched beside one of the gunners. It was hard to talk over the noise, but not impossible. "Bursts, corporal, you don't want to overheat the barrel!" He patted the pureblood on the shoulder and stood up, missing his corporals curse under the gunfire. He was aware his squad was uncomfortable serving under a fur, but they truly hated him, and had orders to kill him if he even showed the slightest compassion for his 'kind'.  Still, the value of a potential undercover agent kept him useful, and he was well known for his firearms proficiency. He looked over the mining complex, rifle at the ready, surveying the workers below. He didn't understand why anyone would resist the Bloodlines offer of shelter. After nine full months of 'training', it was not hard to understand why. Seasons blended together in the wastes, and the time went unnoticed. He had even forgotten the others he had betrayed to stay safe. All he knew was that his life now was an easy one, and for some reason furs still seemed content with the wasteland, and actually OPPOSED the bloodlines. "Let 'em go feral then," he said, rubbing the collar around his neck.

[Philly Tanuki]

Philly stands up pushing his food tray aside.  He wasn't hungry at all.  All he could think about was the day he betrayed his entire village to follow the bloodline.  "Did I make the wrong choice?" he thinks to himself.  Closing his eyes he shakes away the thoughts in his mind.  He surely wasn't about to betray the Bloodline.  That would definately lead to death.  As far as he was concerned he was content with doing a few missions for the Bloodline whenever they asked.  He wasn't pleased with his latest assignment however.  He had been assigned to work on gaurd duty at one of the biggest experimentation camps there was.  It wasn't easy having to walk by his family and everyone else he had betrayed everyday as they watch him from inside their cells.  "I need to get out of this place, maybe get a different assignment in the city or something." Philly said walking out of the cafeteria.  He looks over to his side and sees John terminate yet another fur.  "He seems to be doing that alot lately."

[kayle]

Cain could hear their screams again.  The screams of friends, family, furs he didn't even know.  He could feel the needles and knives, and the guards batons and fists.  He could still hear the guards yelling, laughing. 

The badger turned and looked back toward the facility.  His whole body ached, and cuts and bruises from their "experiments" dotted his body.  He'd managed to crawl under the fence, where the rain had washed out the dirt under it.  They hadn't noticed he was gone yet, but it wouldn't be long.  Cain stumbled and fell under a tree.  He hugged his knees to his chest, and cried.  He knew everyone else would be punished for his escape, and he almost turned and went back.  Almost. 

He tried to stand, but his legs collapsed under him.  He couldn't go on.  He was too weak.  There was a reason everyone sold me out, he thought.  I can't go on, but at least I made a good run of it.  Cain settled down under the tree and tried to sleep, hoping the Bloodline wouldn't find him.

[Lumi]

He stands on a roof top in New Gunevia scoping trough the far end of the city with his trusty Mosin-Nagant.

He spends most of his time just scouting the perimeter for Bloodline Troops, waiting and waiting while thinking to himself I'm the only one patrolling the city? Are the others too carefree to even care? Even if they don't know I MUST keep them safe!

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

"Oh please...does he really expect us to believe this crud?" Coraline thought to herself as she listened to Shepard's little speech.
When the crowd dispersed, she moved away as well, giving Slyde's dead body one last look before it was taken away. The cell next to her's would be awfully quiet now...
"They'll just bring in another Fur to take his place in the cell..." She thought to herself. But she knew it wouldn't be the same, of course, it'd be one who wasn't so tough.
She moved to her cell, seeming how she wasn't scheduled to be experimented on. She began to hum the song she had made up during her time there as she sat on her bed, not feeling like actually singing the words after what had just happened just to be safe.

[Gabag]

After giving yet another debrief to the CO in charge of the dorms, John looked at his watch and saw that his shift was over. Walking out of the droms he walked steadily to the de-sterilization chamber. "Please remain where you are, and do not be alarmed, the removal of harmful radiation is standard procedure." the A.I. controlling the chamber droned. As the red laser scanned John's person, it eliminated all traces of radiation from his body. "Harmful contagions removed, have a nice day". "Finally, now i can take off this gas mask" John thought. Removing the helmet first, and then the mask, he revealed his copper skinned face. His eyes shining an emerald green, showing decorum and resolve to the letter. After leaving the chamber he walked into the Rec. Room. "Hey Carmack, you in here?" he called, looking his for his childhood friend.
"Yea right here John" As John walked over, the alarm suddenly went off. The warden yelled over the intercom "ATTENTION ALL OVERWATCH, WE HAVE AN ESCAPEE I REPEAT WE HAVE AN ESCAPEE, ALL PERSONAL TO THEIR STATIONS! ANY FURS FOUND OUTSIDE THE DORMS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT COLLARS OR NOT!"
"Well once more into the breach my friend" John said to Carmack as his friend sealed the hatches on his hazard suit's helmet. Locking his own helmet into place John ran to the exit and quickly came out to see personal scrambling to and fro, getting to their assigned stations. The occasional gunshot reminded the two of them that this wasn't a drill.
As they reached the dorms they found it empty except for a few members of the Overwatch standing guard, weapons free, safeties off.

[Philly Tanuki]

Upon hearing the alarm go off Philly took off running towards his own dorm.  He definately wasn't about to stick around and get shot.  When he reached his dorm he grabbed his M4 assualt carbine and waited by the door for someone to give im an assignment.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

After I write the whole bloodline alphabet, I hear footsteps down the hall, and brushes out the writing with his leg, and sees one of the 'prodigy' earth controllers walk into the room, with a posse'...as usual. He walks up to me and looks down on me...like I used to when I was in the bloodline, killing my first ten furs...

"Reformer....what gives you the right to practice what you used to kill other Furs for accomplishing?" he ponders with a smirk on his face. "Not now punk, you're not worth breaking my vow over....and with the attitude you have, you take your talent for granted far more than is allowed, or should I tell the elders how you almost got yourself killed, and how I had to pull you out when you decided to bum-rush the Blood-line soldiers in the Maw, despite the fact that the elders, who have been around in this existance and exposed to more than you, FORBADE you to go within a mile of the Maw!!"

This set him from being cocky to angry as he threw a low kick which I blocked easily, then backflipped off the ground and onto my feet, knife in my pocket, knowing he isn't worth killing. "How about this...I only fight you with my hands and feet, no earth manipulation, no weapons, you however, use everything on your person to fight...whoever passes out first loses..." and that was I needed to say to provoke an attack from him, but I still kept to my side of the 'bargain', and dodged out of the way, and came up close for a gut-punch...causing him to double over, then as he bends over, I round-house kick him in the left side of the head, sending him a good three feet away..."A real fighter doesn't depend on one skill to win, but equally increase his skills until either 'weapon' he uses can be a winning strategy" I finished, kicking him over, and walking off to my room...

But he got up and chased after me, claws bared "NO WAY I'M LOSING TO A FORMER BLOODLINE!!" he yelled. I look behind my shoulder, and as he gets within leg reach, I stamp his foot, almost breaking it. This causes him to look up and howl in pain as I punch him in the throat, and he falls over..."Game.."I said, walking over to his currently dazed body..."Set...."I said, rasing my leg into the air. "...and Match" I finished, driving the kick into his solar plexis, crushing three ribs, and knocking him out for at least two hours...

I stretch my arms as I walk off to my room for an afternoon nap...

[Arke]

(Hope you don't mind, the Maw was getting kind of dull.)

News of the escape reached the Maw quickly, and in no time a handful of overwatch squadrons were moving to intercept. The furred lieutenant looked out the door of the aging V-22 Osprey transport as they closed in on EC-1. "When we hit we will have to hit the ground running! Escapees move fast, and they can drop out of sight in an instant, so stay sharp! You will link up with a local Overwatch squad for the duration of this mission! I have been ordered to track him alone, to increase our chances! Alright, let's go, move, move, move!"

Gasmasked soldiers ran out of the VTOL to reinforce the local troops, while their lieutenant headed straight into the woods. He carried very little, leaving him easily more maneuverable than the humans blundering through the dead brush. The mud hardly hindered him, and soon he had the faint scent of a fur. The rain kept it faint, but it was undeniably present. "This is lieutenant Bowman, I have a lead on the escapee, and am moving to capture."   

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Coraline continued to hum her little song as the alert was sounded.
She had to hold back her urge to smile. Someone had escaped and that made her glad, but she also knew that whoever had escaped might not survive anyway, since there was a high probability of being found.
"I'll get out of here someday..." She thought to herself as she continued to hum.
She looked outside her cell to see what was going on, still staying seated on her bed because she knew if she was outside her cell, she'd be shot.
Her pitch-black eyes stared directly at the wall opposite from her cell after finishing looking around, her humming echoing in her cell.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Lounging on my bed...I try to count the amount of days I've been a fur...and how long I've gone in my elemental training...by all rights I should be a feral right now...but I'm not...

After about ten minutes of continued self-reflection...I hear a knock on the door to my room..."If its a rematch you want...come back later, I want to rest for today..." and the reply I got was..."Young one...your rest is of little importance at the moment"...oh shit...please don't let it be her....and as I opened the door to see who it was....it was indeed her, Elder Siria...the military strategist for the entire Fur force...

[Gabag]

(Hope you don't mind, the Maw was getting kind of dull.)

News of the escape reached the Maw quickly, and in no time a handful of overwatch squadrons were moving to intercept. The furred lieutenant looked out the door of the aging V-22 Osprey transport as they closed in on EC-1. "When we hit we will have to hit the ground running! Escapees move fast, and they can drop out of sight in an instant, so stay sharp! You will link up with a local Overwatch squad for the duration of this mission! I have been ordered to track him alone, to increase our chances! Alright, let's go, move, move, move!"

Gasmasked soldiers ran out of the VTOL to reinforce the local troops, while their lieutenant headed straight into the woods. He carried very little, leaving him easily more maneuverable than the humans blundering through the dead brush. The mud hardly hindered him, and soon he had the faint scent of a fur. The rain kept it faint, but it was undeniably present. "This is lieutenant Bowman, I have a lead on the escapee, and am moving to capture."   

Watching the veiw screens that are over the landing pad, overlooking the VTOL, all John could ask was "Who are these guys?" "I heard they were reinforcements from the Maw" Carmack answered
"Your kidding me, the Maw? That place needs all the soldiers it can get, wonder what these guys are up to, and how come only a Turncoat of all people gets to track down this escaped animal!"
"I dunno, it must be good at tracking it's own kind"
"Heh, maybe your right, maybe it's helping IT escape, we should report this to the CO"