Cobalt Sun

OOC: The following is a futuristic RP. Having a couple people play evil roles here would also help. Continuing on...

IC:

(OOC: I hope this works. Im not sure what your going for yet )

A man had been walking the streets of Camp Gibraltor for a few weeks now. He was waiting for his papers to be cleared, but it was taking them some time for some reason. His name was Robert Wade. He was a very independant man, and kept to himself. No one else within the refugee camp had anything to do with him other than small talk here and there.

He was doing his usual walk along the streets when he saw a couple men running through the streets coming at him. He moved to the side and continued on his walk. About ten minutes later he stumbled into a new Private and the Commander looking at a building. The crowd of people made it hard to see what was there, but it seemed as though a few people had been killed. He decided to stay there and try to figure out what was going on.

OOC: That's good, Metz

IC: A mass of people had arrived at the building, asking what was going on, and wanting to know what had happened. The CR military was doing its best, but knew that until they could get their specialist here, not a whole lot could be done.

The commander turned to the growing crowd of refugees, and shouted, "There has been a murder here. We're not sure what had happened, but soon, appropriate investigators will be here to check what had happened. All of you are relatively safe, but please, remember to report anything you may have seen to the police. We'll be sure to tell you what happened when we figure out what happened."

Robert Wade had had enough of being in the crowd. He decided to leave, knowing that nothing was going to be done for quite some time with the chaos of the crowd and The Specialist not being there. He decided to go back to his building, building 8, and begin his workout for the day. He did all sorts of pushups, pullups, situps and anything else he could do to keep his strenght up. He knew that it would be needed sometime.

During his walk home however he ran into a group of three men who were all talking amongst themselves quietly. As they noticed him they talked loudly about an old sports game, clearly covering up their true intentions of a secret discussion. He wanted to go and try to learn more about the men in the future, so he continued on his way home acting like nothing suspicious had happened.

Kara Remand, the aforementioned "Specialist", arrived at the scene. "What the hell happened?" she yelled. One of the soldiers moved to her and explained the situation. She nodded and motioned for the soldier to disperse the crowd. He moved off to accomplish his task.

Kara knew this day would eventually come. That building couldn't hide its secret forever. As she entered, she could already smell it: cleaning fluids. The cyborg "blood" was very strong, and especially when it was everywhere. Fluid poured from every dead cyborg in the room. She covered her mouth, even as she read the wording on the back wall: WE'LL BE BACK. ~ PSC

Kara immediately went pale. She ran outside and screamed, "GET TO YOUR BATTLE POS---" even as the first explosions were going off...

The attacking force was brutal: they had spent months just across the border monitoring the camp for where the cyborgs would be. Now, they were returning to finish the job, as they knew that with Kara there, they could eliminate another threat.

As the PSC continued their attack, the commandant called Kara over. He told her, "Kara, while we evacuate the facility, I need you to evacuate some precious cargo from Storage Lab Delta. It's something you may know. I can't afford to spare any men for this task, so be cautious. When you find it, we'll send in a Shepherd to collect it."

Kara nodded, and ran off in the direction of the lab. Once inside, she immediately noticed that it was full of empty storage tanks, save for one with a glow from it. Upon coming closer to get a look at it, she saw a familiar face. It was Timothy Matthews, and he was cryogenically frozen. A sense of relief came over her, as now, she finally had found him. And after utilizing her strength to carry the tank out to the helicopter, she assisted with the remaining evacuations before hoping on the last helicopter out to the awaiting Titan overhead....

2 Hours Later, Titan Athena

"Will Kara Remand please report to Medical?"

At Medical....

"Greetings, Ms. Remand. I am Dr. Vel, head of the medical facility here on the Titan. You'll be pleased to know that we are busy reviving the person you found in the cryogenic tank. I do believe that they are just about done, would you care to see?"

"Yes."

"Follow me then," the doctor said. He led Kara through the medlab to the cryogenesis room where three busy technicians were entering the final drugs to revive Tim.

"I do believe all they need to do now is enter the drug Technotrin into his system. It'll revive his system, hopefully. If not, we have the old traditional methods."

"Technotrin entering system" the onboard computer muttered. A few seconds passed, and the computer muttered, "Running vital signs check." Finally, after a few seconds, the computer muttered, "Vital signs, normal. Heart rate, normal. Oxygen levels, normal. Temperature, 98.6 degrees."

"Open up the chamber then," the doctor said. As the door opened up, Kara looked, and wondered what would happen once Tim awoke...

Robert Wade had been evacuated from Camp Gibraltar. He was happy to leave that hellhole, however he had been scraped up and battered from the attack.

Now that he was in Titan Athena, he decided to try and take another walk around to figure out the surroundings and try to make a new life for himself here. Hopefully he would get lucky and find something important or useful to do...

One of the patrolling soldiers onboard Athena saw Robert Wade walking around. He shouted at him, "You! I have a job for you! Because of this crisis, there are now more people here than we are accustomed to. How would you like to help out serving people onboard? You do a good job, not screw up, and maybe, I can see about getting your refugee status cleared through."

Robert Wade looked around to see what was happening around him as a man shouted his name. He looked over to the man, and starred at him for a bit, lookng straight into his eyes. He then thought it over quiickly and replied.

"I'm in. What do I need to do?" Was all that Mr. Wade had said, looking arund again to try and see who all knew he was now a part of the Patrol. He desperatly wanted his refugee status cleared so that he could move on with his life. He would do whatever it took to make him the best at this point, becuase he didnt want to live this hellhole refugee camp lifestyle.

The man was a little confused at the direct mannar and language of Wade, but began to give him orders.

While the Titan cruised along, a sudden ping appeared on its sensor screens. An immense vessel appeared from the clouds and moved in behind the Titan on a pursuit course.

"Attention, unidentified vessel. You are entering United Terran Empire air space. Land immediately for security search and interrogation. Fail to comply and you will be engaged. Do not do anything to endanger your ship, Captain. You have been warned."

The Predator-class patrol ship was designed to patrol the UTE's air space without needing any backup. However, it could call in bigger and heavier military ships should it need assistance. It was almost 3x larger than the Titan, with Mass Acceleration Cannons, Proton Beams, hundreds of missiles, and an assortment of other weapons. It continued to follow while it waited for the Titan to comply...

Predator-class Patrol Ship

Medlab Alpha

"Kill me, you Pacifican idiots!" Tim grumbled as he staggered out of the cryopod. He was not accustomed to this new world, and it would take him some time to adjust.

"Calm down, Lieutenant. You're onboard Canton Rouge Titan Athena. You're safe now. You're in the year 2071 now...."

The doctor couldn't finish his statement as Kara ran up to Tim and hugged him, before telling him, "Welcome back, it's been too long...."

"ALERT! Titan Athena is landing. Entities of the United Terran Empire will be conducting a search/questioning sortie. DO NOT ENGAGE THEM. Thank you..."

15 minutes later, on the ground...

"I'm Admiral Louis Losay, commander of Titan Athena. Although I question why you wish to search us, I suppose it's not in my power to do so."

"We just want to make sure you're not doing anything funny. What is this ship anyways?"

"It is called a Titan. It is an airship designed to carry infantry, vehicles, etc., but this one is modified to function more along the lines of a hospital."

"So why are there guards here?"

"Like I said, this Titan carries on the functions of a mobile hospital, but still has the ability to on a smaller scale, carry soldiers."

"And what are you doing here?"

"We had been in the Cerbere area, when one of our border posts was overran. We would have done it there, but we don't know if it is still occupied."

"Hmmm. Fan out and search the area. Make sure what he says is true. If so, our time here will be easier..."

Nearby on the ground.....

"Falcon to Smith, I don't know why, but their ship has grounded."

"That cargo had better be there, Captain. If not...."

"I know, General. You think my men will be able to successfully storm the ship?"

"It's mostly a medical ship, so there won't be as many guards on it. I do not want you to fail, Captain. Out."

The Captain sighed, and instructed his army forward. He was skeptical as to whether or not this would work, but like Smith said, he could not afford to fail. That's why the Titan would be stormed. Take no prisoners, kill anyone who got in the way. They were going to get the cargo back even if many of them had to die.

Minutes later, right outside.....

"Charges set?"

"Affirmative. Rules of engagement?"

"If it's moving, shoot to kill. We only need any high value targets alive, and the cargo. Everything else is expendable."

"Roger. Stand back, charges are going off!"

With a loud explosion, a hole was blown into the lower cargo bay, killing a couple UTE guards who were investigating the ship. The PSC were now onboard, in a hunt for the cargo, and killing anyone who would stand in their way...