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Thread created on Wed Feb 27, 2013 02:19:33
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The council chairman on matters of populace morale to God-emperor Qwath Von Pelorat of Mars coughed into his hand as he opened the old style steel framed techpad by swiping his hand across the incandescent screen. The pale blue light was replaced by an illuminated high-res image of the page of a book. The councilor stood at the head of the Red Emperors entrance hall. A rectangular steel and marble hall with pillars lined along the halls. Before him stood the finest mars had to offer, the best of the militaries and universities alike. They all stood before the tall, sticklike councilor in his flowing crimson robes. He cough into his hand again, and began to read in a reedy voice.

"Deep in the catacombs cut into the side of the fire god's mountain, the beast lays in repose. He is dead but dreaming, waiting again for men to unchain him. With every passing eon his hatred of all mortal life grows, and he sits boiling in this caldron of his own anger. We labored to seal him away, protect all those who would come after from his horrible wrath and anger. Upon succeeding, we sealed away this dark god. Do not intrude upon his eternal rest, lest the fate of us befall you. "

He flicked the electronic device off with a flip of his wrist, and placed it gingerly on the low table behind him.
"That was written, supposedly, in 1025AD. Which is...Nearly 2500 years ago, I don't need to remind you. The fools on earth have fallen in love with this text, and a great deal of those primitives believes it to be true, and in addition to this lunacy, they believe that this supposed god can be used for their own purposes. Obviously, this is but a fairy tale, regardless, it is a chance to embarrass the fools back on earth, and this is the wish of the true god, our emperor. By using our most impressive record of historical documents we recovered during the Schism, we have located this "Fire mount. Space scans confirm that there is, indeed a cavern or tunnel network of some sort in it. The emperor wishes that you all explore this cavern to prove that it is nothing, and that this god of theirs is a myth. If you do find anything... interesting, then you are to bring it back, so that we may prove again to the earthlings our superiority. "

"Your great emperor was also quite adamant that people be sent, so by attending this meeting, it is assumed you have volunteered. I will leave this techpad here in case you wish to review the document; you may also make a list of any supplies you may require before your orbital drop. Good day."
The councilor then turned and walked away, the finality of his voice making it quite clear that this was not a choice. It was a required service to the crown.



Thus you find yourself, perhaps you are a soldier, perhaps you are a roguish explorer, or perhaps you are an archeologist. Regardless, you will soon be dispatched to the hell hole known as earth, the birth place of humanity, and the festering corpse of the of what it once was, with only a few who refuse to leave it for new soil such as mars, or the biodomes on the moons of Jupiter and Saturn.

Background Information:
Mars is the jewel of humanity. Over ten billion people live on the red planet in a series of vast megalopolis which nearly cover the planet. It is arguably the best place to live, though that is a dubious honor. Disease due to cramped conditions is prevalent, food and water are heavily rationed, and the God-Emperor rules the dusty planet with an iron fist. As he grows older, he becomes more and more obsessed with the idea of Martian superiority. Not that there is much that needs to be proven. Mars isnt perfect, but it is a sight better than the other options. Due to the fact that Mars is the better place to live, that people have medical care, and access to clean food and water on a fairly regular basis, Martians tend to be hated by all other humans across the Solar System.
Earth is terrible, just awful. The water runs black due to toxics in the oceans, lakes, rivers, and streams. The soil in most places is caustic; the air is thick and acrid. The various tribes and confederacies which run this charred planet having been fighting constant civil wars for nearly three hundred years, and now there isnt much left worth fighting over. But still they fight; they must if they want food, water, or just a clean place to live.
The other planets and moons, excluding earths Luna which was rendered radioactive when earth fought a nuclear war with its first colony and everyone lost, are dotted with biodomes. These are cramped, tend to be run by dictators, and have very limited resources. They suck, everywhere sucks. Except mars, which is just kinda shitty.

Technology is very advanced, cybernetic modifications are popular this year, and those that can afford it sport full limb prosthesis, or advanced neural or optical implants. Martian spaceships easily reach light speed, and do so very efficiently, running mostly on hydrogen. Faster than light travel is impossible.
The Schism is an infamous event, where the bloated bureaucracy of Earth, which at the time ruled all humans in the solar system, leveled a heavy tax on all non earth residents. The colonies rebelled, The Lunar colony was destroyed, and the God-Emperor on mars rose up, and used Mars surprising might to attack the weakened earth. Roughly 4 billion people died in this conflict, and earth was permanently scarred.

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You are going to be deployed to the wartorn shithole that is earth in order to investigate a stupid myth on the behest of an aging leader. The chance of reward is slim, the risks are incredibly great, and youll probably be killed on earth, if not by the people, then by the radiation. Prepare a character who is likely to have been invited/drafted to the palace for a historical expedition to a thoroughly hostile place. Please note that reality is not the largest priority here, this is more in line with a space serial. Characters may be larger than life, technology may be made up on the fly, and the obvious villain is going to be goddamn ridiculous. So, make yourself a character, all are welcome, and prepare yourself for this latest Strange and Co. Space Adventure!


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Posted on Wed Feb 27, 2013 02:36:20
*Strange pushed his glassed up the bridge of his nose with a slim finger as the chairman departed. There was nothing wrong with his eyes, the glasses were for looks. Gold frames and thick lenses were in style amongst academics, though mandatory corrective surgery had eliminated the need for them years ago. But, Strange was the head of the Xeno-history department at the University of Empire here in the Emperor's city. If he did not keep up appearances, then it would hurt the entire establishment. Thus, when summoned before a representative of the God-Emperor, Strange had gone all out. He wore his very best robe, clean white, interwoven with gold threads so it shone in any light. It hung loosely around his thin frame, and dragged the floor a bit when he walked, but it was also in style this season to look slightly disheveled, made you seem bookish and important.

Strange had not really had time to prepare for the imperial palace though, let alone for being drafted for an expedition such as this. The fact was they had gotten the wrong department head. He was a historian, that meant he sat on his arse and read about old things. They needed as Archaeologist if the plan was to go actually dig up something. But he had a feeling that bringing this up would not be good for his career here on Mars. He had a feeling that if any of them complained audibly, the Emperor's guard would find out about it, and there just might be some reeducation in that person's future. Reeducation was something to be avoided, if you wanted to keep all of your digits attached and functional.

So, this historian would go along with it. Sure, earth was a living hell. Sure, he would almost certainly at least get a cancer later in life just from setting foot on earth, assuming he lived through the experience at all. But, there wasn't really a lot of options. When the God-Emperor said jump, you jumped, or he'd have your family killed. Mars isn't a perfect place to live, but it is better than a biodome in the swirling mists of a gas giant.

So, as the thin men clutched his robes around him, his glasses glittering in the light of the hall, outshone only by the glittering which came from the top of his balding head, or perhaps his waxed beard and mustache, he waited for one of the others in the group to make the first move. Frankly, he was out of his element, and you don't get to be the head of an academic department by being bold, you get it by being boring enough that no one can object against you. *

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Posted on Wed Feb 27, 2013 07:19:10
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a very special episode of BattleDome!" boomed the announcer as he started the weekly episode of Mars' 7th most popular television programme.

The spotlight shone on the undefeated BattleDome champion, an ex-military hero, one of the most decorated battalion commanders of the last major conflict. Her name was Mai Juno, a 38-year-old woman who was still one of the best soldiers in Mars, despite having retired from the military. She had a holistic approach, an unconventional outlook, and though she wasn't beautiful by most standards, she was moderately attractive, if you didn't mind a woman who can bench-press you. The cameras never showed her six-pack, nor her somewhat bulging biceps, because BattleDome used modified military battle-suits equipped with various scaled-down weapons used in the very conflict that Mai had gained her reputation.

"For the very first time in the history of BattleDome, we have no battle scheduled for today!"

Upon hearing this, Mai immediately turned the shortwave comm system and addressed the teleprompter, "What the hell is this? This wasn't in the script. I'm supposed to fight Bruno! I've been waiting for Bruno! Come on, don't deny me my one shot at making that sonofabitch pay for the Battle of Kevlon 5!" (Kevlon 5 was an asteroid which was the centre of a bloody battle, in which Mai's Battalion was put at significant risk by Bruno's deviation from the Standard Operating Procedure, as he had entrenched his own Battalion, rather than providing coordinated support. Mai had responded by ordering her Batallion to circle the enemy and drive them towards Bruno's entrenchment. It turned out to be an epic win, but she never quite forgave Bruno for putting her team at risk that way. Sure, she handled it, but Bruno's team did basically nothing but wait and fire the long-range cannon until the enemy fell.)

The reply was short and abrupt, cutting her off, "Ratings are falling. The God-Emperor has something planned for you. Play along, and you will be rewarded handsomely!"

Mai didn't really need any reward. She was fairly well-off by virtue of her military retirement alone. Officers in the Mars military lived rather nicely into their retirements. The show was the icing on the cake, offering her fame, chances to promote various products, and something to do that wasn't too far removed from the only life she ever knew, the life of a soldier.

Battalion commanders do have full-body battle-suits. These are climate-controlled, and hardwired into the wearer's neural network through a single entrance port. This connection has never successfully been hacked or compromised, though many had tried.

Mai stood there and watched a viewscreen which replayed her military career's highlights, some of her more famous BattleDome battles, and this lasted almost the duration of the episode. After the film about her life and BattleDome career, the announcer turned the mic back on and finished, at about the point where the winner of the daily battle would normally have been.

"By order of the God-Emperor, Mai Juno is called back into the service of the military for a top-secret mission and Mai has been requested by the God-Emperor himself. BattleDome supports the God-Emperor in all of his wise decisions, and therefore it is with a heavy heart that we must retire Ms. Juno as the undefeated BattleDome champion!"

She received a standing ovation, and left the BattleDome a legend. Of course, every BattleDome champion is undefeated, because the loser of BattleDome almost always dies. Battlesuit weapons are no joke, and the viewers seemed to like the idea of a deathmatch.

Since battlesuits are genetically programmed to respond only to their wearer, Mai was taken to a debriefing chamber, as her suit was restored back to full military capability. Some of the components were replaced by toxic-environment components. She was headed somewhere less enjoyable than BattleDome.

The debriefing officer was none other than the God-Emperor's liaison. He handed Mai a packet with pictures of Earth, vital information about the terrain, and an outline of the mission.

Mai scanned the briefing packet, and was appalled at having been selected for such a daft mission.

"I am honoured at having been selected for such an important mission!" Mai told the liaison with a smile.

He smiled and shook her hand. Mai took small comfort in the fact that the battlesuit would protect her from the radiation and toxins that she was sure to encounter on Earth, which happened to be the last place in the Galaxy she wanted to go.

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Posted on Thu Feb 28, 2013 10:52:33
Dax wasn't sure if it was a smile or a sigh that was on order for today. He very rarely had time for either but today he rather felt like sighing. Of course he remembered that one time he'd not laughed at the Red Emperor's joke last week and he'd been drafted into a suicide mission on a hell-hole. No wait was that happening now?

Doctor Daxihorticolomew Hare the Third was rather sick of the Red Emperor's whims. This was the second time in his fourteen years of living he'd been sent on a suicide mission for not laughing at a joke. Fair enough the first time he'd not laughed simply because he was sulking. The Red Emperor had not let him out to play that day.

Perhaps elaboration is in order. Especially if you caught that bit about him being fourteen years old. Dax is the first man to have ever had his brain transplanted into another human being. Of course in order for it to work he'd had to have it transplanted into a baby with enough stem cells to support a fully-formed adult brain.

So he'd spent many years away from the surgery after that as he learned to walk, run and talk again. Tasks he accomplished slightly earlier than the usual baby but not fantastically. For then he had to master his co-ordination again which was by far the hardest thing he had ever done transplanting his brain into a baby included.

He did his first open-heart surgery at the age of eight. Well it wasn't his first but he had grown detached from his original body and didn't particularly like to talk about it. By the age of eleven he was Chief Surgeon to the Red Emperor. Of course everyone was expendable to him and he was sent on his first death mission at the age of twelve and a half. He survived said mission, mainly by using the corpse's of his teammates as shields, and returned to the position of Chief Surgeon and here he was again, fourteen and three quarters, and ready to rinse and repeat.

A part of him wondered if this was going to happen every two years and if so what a huge mistake being young again was. Of course his doubt could be puberty. He'd been anxiously awaiting it since he turned twelve...

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Posted on Thu Feb 28, 2013 23:25:15
Solo was by and far one of the more roguish individuals to ever cruise the solar system, or so his 'sidekick' would have anyone believe. In truth, Solo was a former-privateer who made it on the movie scene after his retirement. Through a massive PR campaign, his 'sidekick,' or rather talent agent had made him a celebrity by exploiting his history. Just about everyone on Mars knew Solo's name and most could relate some of the exaggerated tales put out by his PR office. There were dozens of these inflated stories of bravery and charm and they all gave Solo a very impressive reputation throughout Mars. Though, the truth behind these stories was much less dramatic, Solo was indeed a very successful pirate before ending his career. He was in fact, the most successful space pirate since man had breached the heavens. So successful, that after twenty-five years of avoiding capture, the Martian government simply stopped trying to catch him and made him a national hero instead, commissioning him as the first and only privateer. With the permission of the the government, Solo expanded his business to raiding and smuggling exclusively outside of Martian dominion. However, after a few years, he grew bored of the slim pickings of the poorer reaches of the system and decided to settle on Mars.

He self-starred in a hyper-exaggerated film about his career as privateer, which overlooked the twenty plus years he was in fact just a pirate, and he became a celebrity overnight. Immediately, he was in everything; from movies to television shows to advertisements for dietary supplements. This went on for a good long time. He was well-suited to the egotistical lifestyle of his persona and soon became one of the most well-known individuals on the planet. During this time, he became a good friend of the god-emperor and frequently visited the palace as an honored guest. Despite living a lavish lifestyle and having more money than he could possibly spend, Solo grew bored eventually. When the god-emperor mentioned an upcoming mission to Earth, Solo immediately volunteered.

And so, he found himself in a briefing room filled with the best and brightest Mars had to offer. Interested in learning about his new compatriots, he approached a young-looking boy in a medical lab-coat.

"Hail, young lad!" Solo shouted, introducing himself shortly after, "I am Commodore Solo, hero of the cosmos! Though you probably no who I am, so I will not bother you further with my own matters. Tell me, who might you be, youth."

An internal silliness punctuated Solo as he said this. He hadn't 'broken character' in years, as was his unsung duty as a celebrity of his type, but still felt patently ridiculous acting the way he did. It was funny to him that he acted in such a manner, being that he had spent most of his life killing, raping and pillaging across the system. In truth he was a egotistical psychopath with a superiority complex, but in the eyes of the public, he was a roguish hero of epic proportions. A man of the times as he once thought of himself. His ever-present monologue laughing at his blatantly ridiculous behavior, he awaited the boy's response.

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Posted on Thu Feb 28, 2013 23:51:02
Dax was tall for his age but not quite tall for a person (he almost came up to Solo's shoulders assuming Solo is tall or normal adult height) which meant he was forever looking up at people. This was a change of pace to his old self who had been freaksihly tall and lanky and had forever been looking down at people.

Almost everything about his new body was different from his old one. Instead of short, dark hair he sported pouffe blonde curls all about his head. Instead of the thick moustache he once had his fair hair assured he would not grow much facial hair at all. Really the only thing that looked like it was going to turn out similar to his regular self was his pasty, white skin and even then this body tanned much better than the last.

As the man approached Dex he let out a squeel of delight. Oh my God, I've read all your books! He cried out in his less-than-broken voice. It should be noted now that there is only one series of books on Solo. This being the Tween 'Young Solo' series of books which cast Solo as a somewhat na´ve, good-at-heart teenager rising through the ranks of savage privateers. Dax then adds, in an attempt to sound serious and mature, Doctor Hare; Chief Surgeon to the Red Emperor; at your service.

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 00:09:06
"Ahh, a fan! Pleased to meet you Doctor Hare!" Solo replied in his exuberant baritone, "It appears we are to be comrades on this mission. Adventure awaits, my young friend, and its always good to have a doctor by your side, especially somewhere as dangerous as Earth. I look forward to this expedition to the lost planet. We should be truly honored to be able to participate in such magnanimous a task. I know I am!" Solo, wanting to get a good judgement of the boy early on, awaited a response. Knowing that the odds of success and survival were low, he wanted to be knowledgeable on the quality of his mission mates. Starting with this boy, he would assemble two mental lists of his compatriots; expendable and slightly less expendable. Such exercises would save him valuable time making judgement calls in the field and help his odds of surviving the mission and then making a movie about it.

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 00:19:19
He didn't mention the fact he looked/was fourteen years old. It was a surprise he was willing to smile at. The Great Solo was just as he had imagined. He wondered if that inherent goodness was still within him even after all that wanton murdering for coin. Dax knew full well that the stories were a lot of bad-word-he-shouldn't-say but it didn't take away from the entertainment factor.

Yeah, whatever. Dax replied suddenly sullen at the mention of the mission. He almost seemed to be in a strop. It'll be fun or whatever.

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 00:28:12
"Indeed!" Solo replied but his gut told him there was something more to be gleaned from this youth. Well, it was partially gut instinct, but mostly the fact that 14 year olds do not typically become Chief Surgeons, thus Solo continued, "Is this your first adventure or do you already have a taste for the daring mysteries of the cosmos, my friend?"

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 00:44:54
Boy, did he ever! A taste for the cosmos was putting it mildly. In the old days he'd go far and wide studying gene manipulation and the many, different diseases of each of the planets. He'd had quite a life before this and he would have quite a life again when he had matured fully.

Meh, I've been about. Dax answered nonchalantly. Don't get out much these days though. The folks are a tad overprotective, ya know? Sometimes I wonder if a note bearing the Emperor's seal would even keep them from not letting me go places. Dax enjoyed complaining about his parents but that was just a general kid thing.

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 01:07:50
"Ahh, then this must be an exciting opportunity for you! A chance at unrivaled glory and fame in the eyes of men!" Solo sensed that there was something Doctor Hare was not telling him. However, Solo thought that perhaps these secrets were best left unsaid for now. Solo, not wasting any time, continued, "So, how did you come to your position as the Emperor's Chief Surgeon?"

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 01:09:13
*The Historian look at the two who were socializing through narrowed eyes. He straightened his glasses again, and picked up the tech pad the chairman had left behind. He flicked through the archaic device, clearly used just for show, until he found the document which had been opened to make a supply list. He quickly typed in his size dimensions for a class A environmental hazard suit with re-breather and water filtration unit. On Earth, miserable place that it was, he would need every protection he could get, and it if it was on the emperor's dime, he'd get the very best he could. *

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 01:16:13
This guy was a bit overzealous, Dax thought one half of him admiring the man for it and the other half pitying him. Two cents for guessing which maturity level said which. A lot of hard work and not a lot of appreciation. Dax replied sounding suddenly all too mature for his age.

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 01:33:30
Suddenly, it was as if Solo had stumbled on something, though he was not sure what quite yet, "Yes, the bane of the working man. Well, with your chin raised high, I'm sure you'll come to great fortune at the conclusion of this expedition." Taking a dip in his usually exuberant persona, Solo let his voice lower to a slightly more mundane tone and almost appeared to ease into conversation. This was not a particularly common occurrence, being that he usually let people's guard down enough with his usual behavior to determine the character of people he met. He realized that due in part to this mission being the equivalent of incarceration for intellectuals, he would have to adapt his style to the environment. This was all done with quasi-mechanical passive mental analysis of the situation that Solo had come to rely on. He was very intelligent underneath his exterior though he preferred not to show it.

He also noticed an older man wearing very traditional-looking garb standing nearby and attending to some outmoded device, calling him over, "You sir, pray tell what you are attending to?"

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 01:42:37
Leaning against the wall, a 30-something man waited. He watched and listened, his eyes darting around. Around his neck was a small bag, which hung around his shoulders, and a larger bag which hung by his hips. On his back was a sword, and he carried an assortment of guns and daggers on his hips and legs, yet did not seem encumbered by any of them.

The sword on his back was possibly the strangest thing about him, except his wore rugged clothing. The sword itself was a silvery blue. This man was shrouded in mystery, and was in fact one of the God Emperors adventurers, men who go and explore vast caves simply because they are told to. That they also love the thrill of the adventure makes them perfect candidates.

So, here he was, with his unique blue blade which could cut through most known metals, although with differenting ranges of effort, and his ever watchful eyes. He pulled the brim of his hat lower, so that his eyes were hidden a bit more. He saw many people, the young doctor, the movie star, the academic. He smiled at the though of how unprepared they were for an expedition like this. Earth was toxic, that much was known, but the various beasts that roamed the planet. The thought itself made him smile. Alot of the men here, now, they were not going to make it back.

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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 06:42:12
Mai was not the sort to get places early. She wasn't particularly social, though she was a team player and was known to have a very low casualty rate in battle due to her ability to help protect her team.

Mai Juno, being a minor celebrity, had a fair amount of Mars credits, and decided to go buy some optional equipment before meeting up at the departure point. One of the things she needed desperately was concentrated capsicum extract, as the battle suit was made for soldiers in hostile environments, who are often unable to resupply. Therefore, the battle suit is able to feed and hydrate a soldier through the use of nano-refinement technology, processing organic matter into a flavourless paste to provide indefinite sustenance. Concentrated capsicum extract not only aids in the absorption of the paste, it gives it a strong spicy flavour.

The battlesuit is both a blessing and a curse, since a soldier wearing one does not take it off. They are almost entirely unclothed, as the battlesuit removes and disposes of wastes, filters air, feeds and hydrates, and maintains communication. It uses almost everything, from solar power, to the soldier's body heat in order to maintain its own power and recharge its weapons. It extracts and stores, in concentrated form environmental toxins in toxic environments like Earth, as well as shields the soldier from radiation and traditional weapons, as well as a few unconventional weapons.

Mai stands at 162 centimetres, but at 180 wearing the battlesuit. It has limited flight capabilities, sometimes necessary for scouting or reconnaissance. After making the final adjustments to her battlesuit, she sends it for final deployment to the ship's deployment bay. Fortunately, she won't have to wear it until they land on Earth. Until the ship's shields will protect the passengers from Earth's toxic environment. And so it was almost noon when she left to meet the others on the mission, in preparation for final deployment. After having supervised and approving her battlesuit's insertion into the deployment bay, and loading her other supplies (mostly stores of raw grain, various organic extracts, dried meats, and fuel) into her cabin, everything was in order, so time to meet the rest of the team.

Mai wore the Mars equivalent of a military officer's dress uniform. As was the custom, she had retired to the rank of a Brigadier, and her insignia displayed the same. It was nice to be fully clothed for once. Due to the nature of the battlesuit, a traditional uniform is not worn when equipped with one, so the soldier inside wears next to nothing. Females wear a bra, and panties, though worn, are pulled down to allow the waste removal units to position. Though it was reasonably comfortable, entering and removing a battlesuit can be rather embarrassing. Hence the deployment bay. Field removal, though possible, is a last resort measure. Battlesuit troops do wear a supply pack on their backs which normally contain a ground uniform and boots, but using these in a toxic environment like Earth would be almost certain death. If not immediate, it would surely lower a person's life expectancy by 20-ish years. Therefore, for an Earth deployment, these are replaced by a toxic-environment uniform, as well as a helmet equipped with air and water filtration technologies and a limited-range communication device. Mai seriously hoped not to need to use these, as the climate control of the battlesuit would be sorely missed.

Brigadier Mai Juno is escorted by a Lieutenant to the area where the team was to gather prior to deployment. She hoped none of them would recognise her from BattleDome. It seemed that everywhere she went these days people were asking about the show, and for autographs. Maybe this mission, daft as it was, would be slightly better than avoiding the hordes of fans.

As the Lieutenant leads Mai to the area where the team was beginning to assemble, she tries to put on her best smile, and centers her emotions. Nobody on this mission is going to want to be on it, of that she was almost certain. She would be lucky to see Mars again, but then, what else was there to do?

With a cheerful voice, and a friendly smile, she enters the room and introduces herself:

"Brigadier Mai Juno reporting for duty! Does anyone know how much longer until deployment?"



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Posted on Fri Mar 01, 2013 14:40:46
*Strange was now adding various items of food and water to the supply list, when he was addressed. He looked up only briefly to answer. *

I am adding my requirements to the item request form on this techpad. I do not actually own a hazard suit, and as I don't wish to die on earth, I am requesting one.

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Posted on Sat Mar 02, 2013 00:27:16
Ethan was a, fresh out of university, theological archaeology graduate. Standing at a little over six foot four with wavy blonde hair and a toned physique, he was often considered attractive. However, due to trust issues, probably stemming from his parents abandoning him at a young age, he had remained single. That was why he was here. He wanted to prove himself. Having no one to care for he could happily go on what would almost certainly be a fruitless adventure, to an almost definite doom, with no complications.

Casting around the room with his deep, searching, green eyes, he evaluated those who would likely be accompanying him to his grave, fortune or un-remarkable return to abstract poverty. A man pushing gold framed glasses up his nose caught his attention. After a few seconds studying the man he decided that he did recognise this man, although where from eluded him at present.

As his eyes wandered his mind did likewise; looking back through his past, from poor orphan, to poor scholar. As the one role model in his life once said, you can achieve anything if you put yourself into it with enough dedication. And so he had. Unfortunately his mentor would never see what he had accomplished, being just a character in a classic, 23rd century, novel.

Brushing a crease out of his deep blue robe he seated himself, pulled out a tablet with a flourish and started reading with fervour. Why he required the tablet was any ones guess as he had the book memorised by heart.

Sighing whilst rubbing his eye he glanced around once more, flicked the tablet off and slid it deep into his robe. Placing his hand on the ground he pushed himself up, with a barely audible mechanical clicking and whirring. An angry flash passed across his face as he stared at his arm, but the menacing look went as fast as it came and he moved toward the group.


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Posted on Sat Mar 02, 2013 00:39:58
Jax Euphrates was not a complicated soul. He ate, drank, worked and slept. He hadn't been poor, but he ever found any use for money so it just sat in his bank. He lived alone and worked alone inspecting samples of rock for hours on end and losing himself in the monotony of it. Some rumored that he had been there since mars had been inhabited, and indeed he looked it with his scrawny spindly limbs and hunched back from eons crouched over rocks. His lungs had long since practically fossilized over the amount of sediment that had been deposited in them and he had them replaced every few months to ensure that his air quality was the best. It wasn't as if he spent money on much else. His face was had deep creases in them, not that anyone could tell due to the amount of rock dust caked in them. His body was as hard as rock , even if his movements were feeble, his opponents in barfights would definitely testify that while Jax couldn't/didn't hit back, hitting him was just as bad as getting hit. Some suggested that he had layered space alloys under his skin, but others just assumed that with Jax being around rocks so long, he had acquired some of their properties.

Jax didn't talk much, new workers at the office often wondered if he had a voice-box at all until they had worked for a while and heard one of his rare grunts of approval or disapproval at some rock, or had been drinking with him. He almost never spoke unless spoken to, and when plied with alcohol and asked why he didn't tell people things his response was simply a "tay dn't asssk" or a "oi din't fael loike towlin deym".

Jax WAS a rock man though. He often sniffed or licked rocks from various mining sites and could pinpoint veins of nearby minerals, an underground aquifier, or a magma bubble. The stones spoke to him, and he, through his reports spoke to the company. He was the one who were called in when instruments failed due to magnetic interference. The stone embraced him, and he embraced it back.

Blending in the background of the Chancellors room, Jax hunched stonily into a hibernation-like state, completely uninterested in anything except a small piece of very-very dimly glowing rock in his hands.

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Posted on Sat Mar 02, 2013 02:52:22
"A wise endeavor, my good man!" Solo replied to the bland statement and turned away from the group for a moment. His attention was robbed by a call on his wrist communicator. He noticed it was his agent calling him and decided not to dignify the call, knowing that if one person could talk him out of going on the mission it was his agent. The same person would also be able to negotiate for his removal from the project forcibly if need be, through his various connections, so Solo decided to send him a quick audio message. Talking quietly into the communicator he simply stated, "I'm presently engaged with a certain fashion model in a certain hotel at the moment. Will talk later."

Solo knew his agent would know better than to interrupt such an engagement and would probably not call back until he was safely off the planet. With that taken care of, Solo sent for the delivery of some hazardous environment wear to be quickly delivered to the Red Emperor's hangar bay and loaded onto the ship. Deciding that he would have plenty of time to converse with the other members of the team once the journey was underway, Solo made his way to a table coated with various hors d'oeurves with which he could sample while idling away in wait for the adventure ahead.

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Posted on Sat Mar 02, 2013 05:14:05
*Strange put down the antiquated techpad, back to the table it had been left on. He had listed his requirements in as great of detail as he could. He took a step away from the table, and called out to the room at large. *


If anyone else has equipment they need, there is document on this pad where it can be listed. The God-Emperor will certainly provide for us.

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Posted on Mon Mar 04, 2013 05:11:21
The man walked over to the small group, and took the pad from the academic. He wrote down what he'd need, a small vial of a rare poison, and enough clips of pistol ammo. "The God-Emperor certain provides for those who carry out his wishes." The man stated, in an accent that was similar to the french from earth.

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Posted on Tue Mar 05, 2013 02:57:26
*Not wanting to be outshone on the loyalty front in the god-emperor's palace, strange responded to the man who next picked up the pad. *

Indeed he will, comrade. The God-Emperor always provides for his loyal and productive subjects.

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Posted on Tue Mar 05, 2013 14:46:26
The boy was next. Standing behind the man with the pad forming almost an orderly queue. He never used to form queues but he reckoned his body was of British descent now rather than the American it had originally been. He called his mom, mum and his father, dad. He also had a horrible sweet tooth and a hatred of guns.

Dax wondered what he was going to write down. He definitely needed a suit. That was a given and he knew, from prior experience, that they did Age 14-15 Hazmat suits. He would need some Nano-Injections, rubbing salt, alcohol, adrenaline, cheese , scalpel and... some chocolate. Dax could do pretty much anything with all that. Minus the Chocolate. That was just for him.

"Suck-ups..." He muttered under his breath as the adults almost made a contest out of who could lick the God Emperor's arse further. On a good day the God Emperor let him call him Wathy. Now who was winning?

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Posted on Tue Mar 05, 2013 21:49:25
Although still slighty drowsy from his medication he had taken a mere hour ago Jonas Arbitorious could feel the adrenaline begin to build within him. He was increasingly becoming more excited as his dream became a reality. All throughout his life he had envisioned the moment he would set foot on Earth and experience the origin of the human race. This life of his however has been more difficult than he could have ever anticipated. Who knew the life of a historian could be filled with such violence and anguish? He was born on one of the many Biodomes of Europa, the second largest moon orbiting Jupiter. For sixteen years he had lived a relatively happy life with both of his parents and his younger sister Heide. It was during this time he had developed a love of history, Earth and the Human race in general. At the age of sixteen he had decided on his life goal to visit Earth and knew just how to get there
Galilei Discoveries had a reputation as one of the largest and successful companies experienced in excavation and mining. The major focus of the company was on mining for raw materials which were sold and shipped directly to Mars. They did however have small extraterrestrial excavation crews which were sent to indentify potential sources of rare materials. The next ten years of his life was spent with his crew around Saturn and withing the many asteroid belts as a mineralogist. It was during these years that he had discovered Polarite; an extremely rare and now valuable element. Polarite was adopted by the cybernetics industry to create more advanced prosthetic limbs and implants.
The following years after this discovery were hell. Human greed far exceeded that of it's morality. Companies began to hire mercenaries to kill rival mining crews, it wasn't long until sabotage and assassinations were common between these companies. An all out war started between companies to find and mine all and any of this new element. Unfortunately Arb's reputation as a mineralogist was not enough to remove him from the conflict. No, that pleasure came years later, after he had suffered severe wounds to the left side of his body. He now had a large scar starting underneath his chin and running down to his colorbone, one half of a lung and three missing fingers. His injuries forced him into an early retirement. This retirement led him to teach at one of the Empire's many Universities. While working here he wrote many books about his discovery of Polarite and the subsequent death that followed it. These books became quite popular and as a result his reputation grew.

The memory of his injuries snapped him back into reality as they began to ache slightly. Arb sat there. Absorbing the atmosphere, the ambiance of the room. The people here all clearly had their own opinions on what had just transpired. Many were unhappy with their new future which will put them in the face of danger on such a hostile planet, a large number of them, much like himself, appeared to be delighted at this opportunity to explore or maybe just the possibly to leave the influence of the oh-so-great Emperor.
There was a line forming at the techpad where the others were no doubt making lists of their supplies for the upcoming drop.
Arb glanced at his own personal tehchpad. It was severely outdated by modern technology but he was a sucker for this vintage stuff. The time, weather, news and his bodies vitals all shone brightly on the screen. A light tap on the screen switched the view to a monitor of his lung and throat implants, which kept him breathing and alive. A perk of working with the Empire.
After a quick check that everything was in the all clear he stood and made his way to the ever growing line at the techpad and took his position at the back, wheezing as he went.

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Posted on Thu Mar 07, 2013 14:32:30
Jax put away his rock sidled over to the pad, footsteps almost floating over the ground, however seeing the line he went to the nearest corner, content to wait to place his order of a biohazard suit, power armor and various archeological equipment. The equipment for just for show, as he didn't want the got emperor to think he was going there for nothing, but in reality he didn't really need most of it.

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Posted on Sun Mar 10, 2013 02:15:39
*Strange watch as the assembled academics and soldiers filled out their requests for equipment. He suspected very much that the Emperor would have the gear and supplies ready within the day, and they would be on the ship by tomorrow.

He couldn't help but have a bad feeling form in the pit of his stomach as he looked at their team. He had heard horror stories about earth, it's citizens, and the mutated beasts which stalked the land. A vague hope formed that perhaps the emperor would be sending some of his soldiers with them on their expedition. *

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Posted on Sun Mar 10, 2013 09:20:34
"It's always best to remember that if you do what's asked, the God-Emperor rewards you. It's a fact I learnt long ago. You ask for what you need, and get the rewards you both need and want." The man replied, ignoring the tone of the child.

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Posted on Wed Mar 13, 2013 08:15:32
Mai Juno reads through her briefing packet, to determine what her next move should be. She didn't honestly expect a reply, because the God-Emperor's missions are usually suicidal in nature. Therefore, you generally don't tend to get advance warning. She knew that someone in the room here would be singularly qualified to give her the information she needed, not contained in the briefing.

Humiliating the Earthers was probably not the real nature of the mission, or is it? They had been through enough at the hands of the Martians honestly. Suddenly, Mai remembered the enforcer suits standing ready at the Olympus Mons base. Very expensive, designed for a team of enforcers to be used in the Earth occupation, which was later decided against. Only 50 had been built before the project was scrapped, smaller than her own battle suit, and without the limited flight capability, designed to enforce Martian law in the towns.

Near the end of the packet were some profiles of the team called by the God-Emperor. The first one was that of an historian, Professor Strange. Interesting. An historian on an archaeological expedition?

The God-Emperor's motivation would seem to be propaganda, rather than archaeology. Rather than wasting resources on an overt occupation, it would seem that he instead wants to humiliate their beliefs. Considering the miserable state of Earth, that would be rather cruel. Yet, such is the nature of politics.

It was in the late 20th and early 21st centuries that women were given preference toward the position of battalion commanders. It was quite effective, since women tend to be less likely to put their troops and equipment at risk, and the practise continued as men and women finally achieved perhaps not gender equality, but an admission of the strengths and weaknesses of each. Nothing was perfect, but it was more so on Mars than elsewhere.

Mai could use the datapad and requisition those enforcer suits, and 50 special forces/military police volunteers to wear them. 50 soldiers to back up those present.. that should be enough, right?
For a covert operation it should be, unless protecting this site was an extremely high priority for the Earthers, in which case the operation could not be covert. She would need 10x that many enforcers in that scenario.

As Mai looked about the room, she conveniently saw the Professor, standing nearby the very datapad she would need if she decided to requisition the Enforcer suits. The troops, not so easy. Well, fairly easy for Mai, actually.

Since she had been based out of Olympus Mons Defence Station for a good portion of her term of service (prior to retirement, and relocation to the BattleDome Production Studio), she eventually came upon the enforcer suits and conversed a bit about them with the supply sergeant. Turns out they were taking up quite a bit of room that the supply team would have loved to use for a thousand other things, and there they stood, for years, with very little likelihood of deployment.

If she were to call the Olympus Mons supply room, they would get 50 volunteers and deploy them along with the suits. Soldiers would do it for 3 reasons:

- to get in good with the Olympus Mons supply room staff, a smart soldier's first order of business

- to gain a special service badge, offered only to volunteers for the God-Emperor's decreed missions

- to serve in combat with legendary Mai Juno (as the older soldiers who had already served with her would be well past the point of volunteering for suicide missions, leaving that for the younger troops eager to prove themselves)

With standard Martian military bearing, Brigadier Juno approaches the professor, extends a handshake, and introduces herself, this time with neither the smile nor the cheerfulness:

"Brigadier Mai Juno, Olympus Mons Defence Station. I have been chosen to represent the Martian Army in this endeavour. Might I ask you a few questions, in order to make use of your knowledge in preparation for deployment?"

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Posted on Wed Mar 13, 2013 17:43:44
"Ah, Miss Juno. I did wonder if you would be called in to serve again. It shall certainly be an interesting experience to work beside you." The man said, dipping his hat slightly. In the time he was within the crowd, if one looked closely they would see a few scars around his eyes. With concentration, they would see a small scar on either side of his mouth.

The man merely looked at Mai, knowing she wished to speak to the man in front of her, an academic by the look of him.

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Posted on Wed Mar 13, 2013 22:01:28
*Strange blinked his small eyes a few times, which was magnified by his glasses. He took the hand which was offered and shook it. *

Yes ma'am, I will do my best to answer. *Strange said with a small bow of his head.* Though, I do not know everything about the object we are going after, just some basic information.

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