Uprising (Open for all)

[Whitescar]

On one of your many journeys, you end up at Ceron X, a mediocre world in a very meaningless quadrant of the galaxy. How you got here does not matter, because you're not getting out.

Only a few hours after your arrival, soldiers of the planetary defence force rushed to the space ports and took control, shutting down the control centres and closing the runways and launch pads. No traffic away or to the planet was allowed.
You saw a few ships take off and try to escape, only to be shot down by orbital defence weapons and ground-based laser silos. Without a better plan, you headded out from the space ports and into the city.

On all screens and advertisement boards rolled the same video clip where a man in elaborate military clothing marched into the seat of local government and executed the chairman with his pistol. Soon after there was an emergency message where the people were informed of possible civilian unrest and everyone was ordered to stay calm and to stay away from gangs. Lethal force had been approved to be used against these mobs so that they could be dealt with quickly and efficently.

As everything begins to fall appart and warning sirens howl, alerting people of air raids, you being to understand what has happened. You've walked into the midst of a military takeover. Seeing tactical bombers in the horizon and small skirmishes already erupting on nearby streets as the military's tanks and APCs roll into the city to quell the rebellion before it even starts, you have to come to terms with the situation and decide in who's ranks you stand...

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(You have found yourself on a planet without any working regime. The leaders of the planet are dead and the military is using deadly force against anyone who acts in ways that seem treathening to it. Your primary mission is to stay alive and to get away from the planet. Anything else is optional.)

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(Post your profiles and get to it!)

[Pyro_Maniac]

(what are the limits on weapons?)

[Whitescar]

(Limited "magical" weapons and powers. I don't want wizards and ninjas OWNING battle tanks and bullets. Otherwise the weapons should be handheld and by tech level kinetic and energy. The soldiers of the planets are armed with laser rifles or blasters, so about of equal technology level... Close combat weapons can be used, but don't count on your Katanas to deflect incoming bullets...)

[Hunter_Tier]

Species: Vulpa, a race of anthro. fox creatures who have a split lower jaw that acts like mandables. They possess a secondary extendable mouth that has a reach up to two feet from thier snout. Extreamily vicious and currently at war with Humans... and anyone that gets in thier way.

Faction: Vulpine military

Rank: Hunter, equivaliant of U.S.M.C. Colonel

Fur color: Grey

Age: 154 (only look 23 as Vulpa age 1 year to every 7 years)

Sex: Male

Eye Color: Brown

Preference: Straight

Build: Athletic muscled.

Hight: 5.9'

Weight: 150-160 lbs

Name: Tier

Identifing Marks: Tattoos of three (3) triangles on both sides of muzzel. Tattoos of triangle unger each eye. Gunshot wound in left side upper chest (shoulder), upper back, left thigh, and right side above hip. Various cuts and slash marks fron knives on arms. Diagional slash from right shoulder to left hip. Two stab wounds on toreso, one under right pex, one near center of chest. Vairous small knife slashes on both legs. Stab wound above right knee.

Equipment: One (1) Vulpine plasma carbine. One (1) Vulpine bolt action plasma sniper rifle with scope. One (1) Vulpine plasma pistol. One (1) Vulpine combat knife. One (1) broad sword. One (1) Vulpine Hunter Ruck pack and equip (see U.S.M.C. standards for scout version of the ruck pack and equip). Three (3) Vulpine plasma grenades. Three hundred (300) plasma charges. One (1) Vulpine Hunter jet bike (see Star Wars 74-Z speeder bike). One (1) Vulpine Hunter fibermesh uniform (see 1940 German ...er elite? Uniform. I'm trying to not piss off as many people as possable. It's just that it's a nice looking uniform with a light Kevlar armor weave, and an Active Camouflage system that when activated will render the user compleatly invisable to offset the light armor quality.)

My picture.
http://www.furrytofurry.com/furry/picture.php?albumid=1649&pictureid=11609


Tier watched the events unfold before his and his eyes widened, this was not good. The Vulpa were respected for the most part for thier war agienst the Humans but were feared. Tier drew his pistol and calmly walked into the nearest building and stood with his back to the wall. He didn't make a sound nore did he make an attempt to be hostile... yet. The Vulpa intended to simply wait until someone approached him and requested his services. Upon witch he would request pay. The Vulpa don't kill for free.

[Rapture]

Name: Jacob Manell

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Ta'Hael (Basically tigers, except with strange markings instead of stripes)

Weight: 310 lbs

Height: 6' 7"

Appearance: http://www.furrytofurry.com/furry/picture.php?albumid=1678&pictureid=11748

Personality: The 'rogue', a cool exterior, but more than a few tricks up his sleeve.

Weapons and armor: An AX-34 semi-automatic pulse rifle, an AN10 repeating plasma shotgun, and a Mabari, a ancient double-edged Ta'Hael weapon, Fiber-mesh armor which deflects projectiles and blades but is only somewhat effective against laser weapons, and a pair of long-range binoculars

Skills and drills: Though very large and strong, his catlike ancestry gives him a certain quickness and agility. Hes a fairly good shot, but he much prefers using his trusty shotgun, especially in urban combat.

History: Since escaping the purge of his home planet at a very young age, hes moved from crew to crew, working on smuggling ships across innumerable stars. He learned more than a thing or two along the way. Eventually he won his own ship off of a bet, which hes used to make a small fortune. A few times he even did some mercenary work, which is why he owns more than a few weapons and is no push-over in combat.

Specials: Ta'Hael have a natural sort of 'night vision'. Their eyes create a sort of bioluminescence to the darkness so they can see almost as well at night as in the day, but also causes them to glow brightly.

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Jacob had decided it was better not to try to take off when he heard the alarms, and the remains of the few ships that had tried proved him right. He grabbed his equipment from the cargo hold and headed out. The rest of his crew had already gone into the city and his chances of finding them now were close to zero. Right now he had to get into the city and find out what was happening. He figured whatever was happening, the soldiers wouldn't take too kindly to armed civilians, so he charged his shotgun and headed out.

[Whitescar]

Name: Kuy Aurelian
Race: Cheetah
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Pic posted later)
Weapons: Voss L-AR Assault Rifle with underslung utility launcher, Takao T-22 automatic pistol with IR laser, MeltaGun (Short range anti-tank weapon firing a stream of super-heated air), Progressive Knife, FRG-3 and smoke grenades.
Armour: Fiber-Reinforced Hardened Carapace Armour with cut-proof undergarment and fire protected coating. Nomex shooting gloves with Armourtip under-mesh and hardened knuckles. MkVI helmet with iNetBat system, oxygen enhancers, visor systems and throat protection.
Equipment: Auspex (Multi-purpose scanner), Medical Trauma Pouch, Scaling equipment.
Personality: Hard on the outside when in combat or feeling like it, though he also makes jokes whenever the situation permits.
History: A refuge from Megaera, Kuy spent his life in the arctic wilderness of Fichina before joining the Cornerian Army just at the dawn of the 2nd Expansion. After quitting service after the disasterous war, he became a merc for hire, fighting on a thousand worlds and for whoever was willing to pay the most. His ship has no name, but is an Imperial Cobra-class missile destroyer which usually lurks somewhere in the background while its captain does the dirty work...

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Kuy growled and shook his head. <I hate when this happens...> He thought to himself as he activated his Voss, the rifle's automatics cocking itself. He had to get to the space port...

[Hunter_Tier]

((OOG) I'm bumping all the stuff I've had on file that no one's responded to in a while.

It's been over three months I'm ganking this RP. Anyone who wants to join you may do so. If no one joins by April the first I'm submitting this RP to the moderators to be removed.)