Alternate reality rip RP STARTER*In an old section of a shipping yard, a large steel door slides open, now exposed to the light of day. In it's door way stands two men and a woman dressed in blue flight suits*
Girl 1: What the hell is that junk? *she points to a large circular "gate" in the back of the shipping container and a large square console beside it*
Guy 1: Lets find out. *he walks to the console that only that is detail less except for a lever. There is writing scrawled on the side* It's property of some thing called... NukeEm.
Guy 2: Wasn't that a video game?
Guy 1: Hell if I know. Marry, go get the jumper cables out of the truck, lets hook this up to a generator.
*After a couple of minutes, the machine is hooked up to a generator. The female of the team pulled the lever down and the gate appeared to have been filled with blue "light" as if it was a portal. One of the two men approaches the "portal"*
Guy 2: Wow would you look at that.
Guy 1: Hey, Mate. *approaching behind his partner* Maybe you should g
SOS introIt was snowing lightly outside of the church house on the fine wednesday afternoon. The sun was blocked out by thick clouds but it was still a nice looking day. Nice enough infact that a certain reverend was holding his service for the people of the Northwest territory. Little did he know though was that it would be his last service for a long time.
The church house was built with cobblestone back about sixteen years ago for the people of the territory after the old wooden house burned down one dark autumn night. The doors were made with hickory wood and iron which helped compliment the stained glass windows depicting the birth of christ, killing of Goliath and the parting of the red sea.
The roof was made flat, to save time in building, sealed with clay and wood. In front of the church was and old stone path that stretched out to the corner of an old worn down road made of asphalt and tar. We can watch as a black sedan rolls down the road, pulling right up to the path of the church an
Assault on Sanderson's base: Many namesMatt kept his M416 raised as he approached the back door of the facility. The gun in his hands shook slightly, this being his first day on the job. A sweat-stained bandana covered his face, as a battered coat, riddled with scuff marks and its collar torn, fluttered with the gentle breeze and his rapid, deft movements.
I should have replaced it, he’d thought, but he was sent into action before he got the chance.
By now, his teammates that were behind him had moved up
Rufus, the team leader, jogged past the boy all the way up to the door. He forced his back against the wall, his Glock 20 pressed to his chest. A blast helmet covered his head. A ballistic vest strapped tightly to his body with the words “FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE” painted in white on the back. Slung over his shoulder was a light machine gun with the letters BMFG inscribed on the receiver.
The third and final team member, who had wished to remain anonymous, prepared himself for combat with a st
Assault on Sanderson's base: P1"There it is, Matt," the killer said to his partner "he's on the top floor, right there. See? Will Sanderson, chief recruitment officer for the AAHW." He pointed to the large, newly constructed, building that stood alone in the wasted Nevada landscape.
"How many are in there, Mr. Rufus?" asked Matt as he shoved a mag into his M416.
"Hard to tell." Rufus responded "Could be a hundred maybe two. Your guess is as good as mine. That doesn't matter though" Rufus leaned forward and pointed at the building. "Because there's a back entrance to the office. Were gonna go in past that truck over there, through those doors and take the elevator up to his room. Once we’re there, we kill him and then escape through the vent system." he lowered his hand and stared at the top floor's window.
“Well,” Matt said confidently. “we’ll be in and out before they know he’s dead.”
“Don’t be so cocky, Rookie.” Rufus said sour like. “This man and h
Elqui alien raceScientific name: Elqui (pronounced: L-quy)
Commonly referred to as: Stubs
Planet of origin: Quiddul
Common ancestor: Reptile
Average height: 5'1 - 5'7
Average scale colors; Green, dark tan and black
Average eye color: Purple
Physical description: They appear to be an over grown iguana, the size of a human being, that walk and stand like human beings
Preferred form of government: Organized tribes
Facts and theories: Recently, the home planet of the Elqui, Quiddul, was invaded by the Collians as the Collians mean to show that they are a powerful race by forcing the Elqui into their planet to mine it for the Collian State.
Important beliefs: A common belief among the tribes is that their people should remain peaceful among their people and others for as long as possible.
The habits of these beings: Elqui try to avoid all forms of fighting and are rather inexperienced with any weapons. This is a possible reason as to why the Collian State was able to overpower them in a rather short time o
Collian raceScientific name: Collians
Commonly referred to as: Sky Strikers, or Ghost shells
Planet of origin: Collithia
Common ancestor: Humans
Average height: 5'10 to 6'1
Average hair colors; Black, white, grey
Average eye color: Black
Physical description: Collians have thick sharp bones that protrude out of their finger tips and are usually very sharp (most manicure to get the perfect edge). They lack a nose, but bare two open, boney, holes for breathing. They lack skin around their noses and mouths, exposing their gums, teeth and mussel.
Preferred form of government: Totalitarian state led by a collection of governors and a leader with absolute power, the states man
Facts and theories: Collians first appeared on the planet Collithia. Most believe then to be a descendant of the Human race, thinking that the planet simply mutated their Human ancestors over a sort period of time.
Important beliefs: Collians are well known for their strange beliefs and traditions found through their peoples land.
Adel the Bounty HunterAdel belched. She had been drinking through all of her canteens the entire day just to keep herself hydrated while she waited for the target to show up. Now that the sun was finally beginning to settle, she didn't have to feel like she was sitting inside a baking oven on high any longer. She pat her rounded stomach, which was firm and taut with fat and water both. She belched again. It felt good to let it out now and then, manners be damned to hell and back. A little mewl started to creep its way up her throat, that tickle of excitement she got whenever she was bloated or stuffed this big, but she managed to swallow it back down. Now was the time for business, not pleasure. She refused to mix the two, as one was meant to lead to the other, and nothing more.
As of this moment, she sat alone on a smooth stone beside a dark desert highway. There was not a soul for miles. Cars never rode this way anymore, if many of them still rode at all. Yet she knew that the target would be passing this
Cassidy Comes OutAs she and her girlfriend piled into Cassidy's car, Bonnie couldn't contain her excitement. "So this is happening? Your parents are totally fine with you bringing me home for Thanksgiving?"
Cassidy winced, brushing her long red hair from her eyes. She looked straight ahead, avoiding the gleeful grin of her girlfriend, and hesitated before admitting, "They're, uh, fine with me bringing my best friend in the world home, yeah..."
Bonnie's forehead wrinkled. She'd caught the emphasis, "What?"
Cass blushed, embarassed, "I told them that you were my best friend and you had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving, and they said it would be okay if you came..."
The reality of what Cassidy was saying hit Bonnie all at once, "You... haven't told them."
Cassidy looked intently at the corner of her dasboard, "I'm not ashamed or anything, it's just this is all so new, and I just... don't really know how to tell anybody."
Bonnie reached over, putting her hands onto the exposed skin of Cassidy's soft,
An Afterschool SnackThe day was progressing just like any other. I was just sitting with Anthony in the cafeteria; lunch had been going on for the last 12 or so minutes. It was only the third day of second semester, but we’d already staked our claim on a good spot. Our table was close towards the windows, away from the general din coming from the center of the hall, near the booths. It was on the opposite side of the room from the kitchen and serving lines. Yeah, there was a brief walk when you’d first enter the cafeteria, but a prime location like this was worth the sacrifice.
In between bites of my cheeseburger, I was talking about the new game console I’d gotten for Christmas while Anthony munched on his sub. I could tell he was only giving me 80% attention at most. This was typical. In the years I’d known Anthony he never seemed to fail at zoning out. Anthony was about 5’11 with black, medium-length hair that he wore parted. I’d call him trim, but that’d imply
CholestriaPrincess Celestia sipped her tea daintily, the small porcelain cup being levitated by a golden aura of alicorn magic along with its saucer, brewed to what she felt was the perfect measure of taste and warmth, not too hot and not too lukewarm. With a small sigh of content she lowered it again and reclined on the royal throne of Equestria, the royal chair’s satin cushions comfortably squishing under her weight.
And she definitely had a lot of weight.
Celestia had always been large; being an alicorn her height was much greater than that of any other equine in the world, her sister Luna, also an alicorn, was smaller than she, although she was younger and quite possibly had to grow for another century or two. In recent years for Celestia however, the supreme ruler of the nation of Equestria had increased in bountifulness as Equestria had; acclimatising to a diet more heavily including decadent sweets and desserts to accompany the constant feasting during diplomatic meetings with both
Daddy"Here you go baby. I got you a flower to go with your pretty dress." My mommy bends down and attaches the white flower to the front of my dress and kisses my nose.
"Thank you mommy." I hug her quickly as brother walks out in his fancy clothes, straightening his tie as he moves. "Where are we going?" I ask them as I'm led to the car.
"We are going to a funeral." Brother answers looking straight ahead holding my hand in his.
"What's that?" My mommy sends a glance towards my brother, she looks worried. My brother tilts his head looking at her as I wait patiently for one of them to answer.
"You know how daddy left right?" My brother opens the car door and helps me into my seat as mommy moves to the other side of the car to get in.
"Yes. He wanted to stay here but the angels needed him. So he had to go be with them to help them make others happy." Brother nods and my mommy wipes something off her cheek. I want to hug her, but I'm fastened in my seat now. "Are we visiting daddy?" Broth
Surprises and Shocks - BadgeRing Kits
Ringshadow had enjoyed her time in the Nursery, of course she'd had to relinquish Rosepaw as an Apprentice, but Talonstar had given her to her brother instead, so it didn't seemed to have impacted on her training too much.
The Nursery was still quite a crowded place, although she knew space would free up in a few days when Shadeblossom and Amberleaf's Kits became Apprentices, that wouldn't leave space for two more nests, or the possibility of making her own a little bigger.
Her own due date was close now, she just knew it. Her belly was swollen and if she moved too quickly she could feel the Kits inside her protesting about it. She smiled to herself, hoping that her litter would be healthy and well - wasn't that all a she-cat wanted from her Kits.
Blazetail was also new to the Nursery, her Kits would be born a little while after her own. While it was good that Highclan was experiencing a good in-flow of Kits, Ringshadow was also consciou
Random facts about the WATA universe Fact: Since the beginning of the anthro-human conflict, leather has become significantly more common and affordable to all civilians and soldiers. With the constant deaths of anthropomorphic soldiers, certain companies send teams to battle fields to retrieve corpses of; wolves, hyenas, foxes and others who are left diseased. Officers in the Earth Corp who are seen with leather coats, gloves, boots, bags, belts, etc are most likely wearing the skin of a long dead enemy.