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(The time jumps around a lot for a while. But it has to for everything to make sense. Just bear with me and please try and read it all!)
7 days before present:
An unknown amount of light years away:
"Have the last assembler probes reached the target zone yet?" asked a rather commanding alien.
"Yes sir, T-minus 7 days until completion of The Gate. A lesser officer responded.
"Finally, 7 generations of work spent on Project Infinity will pay off! The energy siphoning will be completed on time. Correct?"
"Yes sir the siphoning will be complete with time to spare."
"Excellent! We will warp into prime position with enough time to set up the ambush."
10 years before present:
Earth:
"You will meet our demands or it means war!" POTUS yelled.
"Never! The Nuclear Alliance has waited far to long for this! We want war, we wish to wipe you from the Earth!" The Korean man yelled.
"Fine let the war begin. But I'm going to personally hunt you and your family down one by one and kill them even of it takes until the end of days to finish it!"
"And I the same to you. Let the third and final Great War begin!"
7 years before present:
Earth:
"We've been working on this new project for a while, but we're going to kick it into overdrive now! The war will destroy the world regardless of who wins. We are officially starting Project Golden Reach*. We are commissioning 17 space traveling ships to be made. One for each of our allies, two for ourselves, and a mothership. Unfortunately the way the project is going we must stretch the war out for 7 years before we're ready to leave. The smartest, strongest, most creative, etc. will be on board. The project must succeed! We have found a great way to store tons of extra oxygen with some back up plans should that fail. Once again I will reiterate how important this is. The project must succeed!" finished POTUS.
2 days before present:
Earth:
"...and blast off!" Everyone held their breath for what seemed like an eternity. Only a select few spoke.
"Entering stratosphere" echoed an intercom. "Exiting stratosphere" a few minutes went by with more announcements being blare over the intercom. Finally they began to slow until it seemed they had stopped. Suddenly came the one thing they all wanted to hear.
"We are in space!" cheers erupted everywhere. Shouts came from every corner of the facility.
A few hours later the mission was complete.
"We are stabilized and waiting." More cheers erupted from everywhere. Shouts of "the plan is going to work!" came from everyone.
1 day before present:
Earth:
Fire erupted over hundreds of yards. The remaining 16 spaceships were blasting off. Over the next few hours the most exciting mission ever to occur on Earth started. The ships reached space in good time. For most, the war was over, the other countries would be left to die in their own rot. The ships met up with the mothership together they started on their course to their new lives. The mission was a success...
...or so they thought.
Present:
Space (Humans):
It had been roughly 48 hours since the official mission had started. Things were going smoothly. Suddenly and annoucment went out to all ships. The originating source is the mothership. (Now known as Houston because it is the new mission control.)
"We're picking up some strange signals. Almost like a giant, metal, floating, power source is just in front of us. And..."
Suddenly they wer cut off. A huge explosion of light over took everything. It dimmed a few seconds later.
"No, I mean what? The energy output from whatever that thing is," said the voice referring to the object that was still to bright to make out "just increased...wait what is that!" Suddenly the object in question became clear. It was alonost like a Death Star. Then ships shout out of a glowing circle on the side.
"UFOs! It's aliens! Everyone, move into defensive positions!" came the now panicked voice over the intercom as the aliens began attacking.
Near Earth Aliens:
"Sir we arrived late. They're already here!" said the same lesser officer from before.
"All is not lost! Begin attack!" yelled the commander.
Starship 16:
"Houston, we have a problem..."
(Note: The list of allies and what ships they're on are here:
1. USA
2. France
3. England
4. Holland
5. Spain
6. Italy
7. Canada
8. Brazil
9. Scotland
10. Australia
11. Turkey
12. Uruguay
13. Switzerland
14. Luxembourg
15. Madagascar
16. USA
17. Mothership (All)
*I am not stealing David's RP name. Simply Giving props to a great RP!*
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Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Job: (Inventor, Engineer, Repairman, Soldier (there are small ships if you wish to be fighter pilot or boarding ships for infantry or laser firing from ship), Navigation, Military Strategist, Gardener, or any other that makes sense (if you choose other and I feel it doesn't make sense I will PM you to change it.))
Equipment:
(Starting) Ship Number: (1,16,17)
Bio:
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Name: Chris Johanson
Age: 24
Job: Soldier (Infantry)
Equipment: Pulse rifle, gravity/space suit (mandatory), space armor, other necessary gadgets and tools
Ship Number: 17
Bio: An infantry soldier in the war on Earth. Chosen to come aboard for his exemplary talents. Great with machine guns and rifles.
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Huge explosions roared from around the ship. Screams and shouts were everywhere. Chris grabbed his equipment and suited up. He began to run to the main control room amid the chaos. People were doing there best to help everyone but most were failing. He must get a better understanding of the situation than he had at the moment so he could decide how to react and what to do. As he ran down the halls a fire broke out. People scrambled to put it out and stop it from eating up the oxygen. Amid the commotion he was bumped into and slammed to the ground unconscious he heard strangled sounds for awhile and saw blurt images before succumbing to sleep.
(There are probably many grammar mistakes. This is because I wrote this on my iPod touch and it has a weird autocorrecting system. Like once I got tirade out of charade but that's another story. So excuse it for now and I'll fix it on a computer later. And yes I didn't hold up on my promise to wait until The Unreal died. But it's unfortunately getting slower and I had the inspiration to write. I almost never type and save. I type, finish, and publish all at once. Sorry to you, Peril, if you're mad but maybe this will increase activity and give new life to the forum. Please join!)
7 days before present:
An unknown amount of light years away:
"Have the last assembler probes reached the target zone yet?" asked a rather commanding alien.
"Yes sir, T-minus 7 days until completion of The Gate. A lesser officer responded.
"Finally, 7 generations of work spent on Project Infinity will pay off! The energy siphoning will be completed on time. Correct?"
"Yes sir the siphoning will be complete with time to spare."
"Excellent! We will warp into prime position with enough time to set up the ambush."
10 years before present:
Earth:
"You will meet our demands or it means war!" POTUS yelled.
"Never! The Nuclear Alliance has waited far to long for this! We want war, we wish to wipe you from the Earth!" The Korean man yelled.
"Fine let the war begin. But I'm going to personally hunt you and your family down one by one and kill them even of it takes until the end of days to finish it!"
"And I the same to you. Let the third and final Great War begin!"
7 years before present:
Earth:
"We've been working on this new project for a while, but we're going to kick it into overdrive now! The war will destroy the world regardless of who wins. We are officially starting Project Golden Reach*. We are commissioning 17 space traveling ships to be made. One for each of our allies, two for ourselves, and a mothership. Unfortunately the way the project is going we must stretch the war out for 7 years before we're ready to leave. The smartest, strongest, most creative, etc. will be on board. The project must succeed! We have found a great way to store tons of extra oxygen with some back up plans should that fail. Once again I will reiterate how important this is. The project must succeed!" finished POTUS.
2 days before present:
Earth:
"...and blast off!" Everyone held their breath for what seemed like an eternity. Only a select few spoke.
"Entering stratosphere" echoed an intercom. "Exiting stratosphere" a few minutes went by with more announcements being blare over the intercom. Finally they began to slow until it seemed they had stopped. Suddenly came the one thing they all wanted to hear.
"We are in space!" cheers erupted everywhere. Shouts came from every corner of the facility.
A few hours later the mission was complete.
"We are stabilized and waiting." More cheers erupted from everywhere. Shouts of "the plan is going to work!" came from everyone.
1 day before present:
Earth:
Fire erupted over hundreds of yards. The remaining 16 spaceships were blasting off. Over the next few hours the most exciting mission ever to occur on Earth started. The ships reached space in good time. For most, the war was over, the other countries would be left to die in their own rot. The ships met up with the mothership together they started on their course to their new lives. The mission was a success...
...or so they thought.
Present:
Space (Humans):
It had been roughly 48 hours since the official mission had started. Things were going smoothly. Suddenly and annoucment went out to all ships. The originating source is the mothership. (Now known as Houston because it is the new mission control.)
"We're picking up some strange signals. Almost like a giant, metal, floating, power source is just in front of us. And..."
Suddenly they wer cut off. A huge explosion of light over took everything. It dimmed a few seconds later.
"No, I mean what? The energy output from whatever that thing is," said the voice referring to the object that was still to bright to make out "just increased...wait what is that!" Suddenly the object in question became clear. It was alonost like a Death Star. Then ships shout out of a glowing circle on the side.
"UFOs! It's aliens! Everyone, move into defensive positions!" came the now panicked voice over the intercom as the aliens began attacking.
Near Earth Aliens:
"Sir we arrived late. They're already here!" said the same lesser officer from before.
"All is not lost! Begin attack!" yelled the commander.
Starship 16:
"Houston, we have a problem..."
(Note: The list of allies and what ships they're on are here:
1. USA
2. France
3. England
4. Holland
5. Spain
6. Italy
7. Canada
8. Brazil
9. Scotland
10. Australia
11. Turkey
12. Uruguay
13. Switzerland
14. Luxembourg
15. Madagascar
16. USA
17. Mothership (All)
*I am not stealing David's RP name. Simply Giving props to a great RP!*
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Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Job: (Inventor, Engineer, Repairman, Soldier (there are small ships if you wish to be fighter pilot or boarding ships for infantry or laser firing from ship), Navigation, Military Strategist, Gardener, or any other that makes sense (if you choose other and I feel it doesn't make sense I will PM you to change it.))
Equipment:
(Starting) Ship Number: (1,16,17)
Bio:
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Chris Johanson
Age: 24
Job: Soldier (Infantry)
Equipment: Pulse rifle, gravity/space suit (mandatory), space armor, other necessary gadgets and tools
Ship Number: 17
Bio: An infantry soldier in the war on Earth. Chosen to come aboard for his exemplary talents. Great with machine guns and rifles.
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Huge explosions roared from around the ship. Screams and shouts were everywhere. Chris grabbed his equipment and suited up. He began to run to the main control room amid the chaos. People were doing there best to help everyone but most were failing. He must get a better understanding of the situation than he had at the moment so he could decide how to react and what to do. As he ran down the halls a fire broke out. People scrambled to put it out and stop it from eating up the oxygen. Amid the commotion he was bumped into and slammed to the ground unconscious he heard strangled sounds for awhile and saw blurt images before succumbing to sleep.
(There are probably many grammar mistakes. This is because I wrote this on my iPod touch and it has a weird autocorrecting system. Like once I got tirade out of charade but that's another story. So excuse it for now and I'll fix it on a computer later. And yes I didn't hold up on my promise to wait until The Unreal died. But it's unfortunately getting slower and I had the inspiration to write. I almost never type and save. I type, finish, and publish all at once. Sorry to you, Peril, if you're mad but maybe this will increase activity and give new life to the forum. Please join!)