The world that never was (Altima/western dude who comes from a cold, desolate place)

[Altima]

All right, you all know the rules, only Cowboy and I can post in here, for now. Maybe Ray, and Kyu will join in, but for now, it's all that dreaded cowboys' and my show from here on in.


Plot:

There exists two worlds within each other. Neither realm knows of the others' existence. The only connection that these planets truly share is their coexistance within the same time. Thus, these worlds share several similarities, such as the common feelings of Deja vu, and Doppelgangers. The inhabitants of these worlds have aptly named their home as Gaia, the realm of Magic, and Terra, the realm of machines.

Until now, the two worlds have coexisted peacefully, until a strange occurence, the birth of a third world, has happened. Now, these two planets and their inhabitants must cooperate and work together to stop the world that never was, before it destroys the balance of the universe, and ends life as we know it.


All right, that should roughly explain the situation, IDC about profiles, so just post somehting we can use for quick, easy reference, and also post which world they originate from: Terra for sci-fi, and Gaia for fantasy.

[Bee]

Lock and load.

Terra:

Name: Brandon Hayley
Age: 18
Rank: Commander
Unit: Black-Ops Shocktrooper
Description: http://s401.photobucket.com/albums/pp95/Cowboy302/?action=view¤t=c_1226949068639_a4523k78p.jpg
Abilities:
-The Powersuit is designed with:

-built in microrockets to allow for short(15-20 feet) jumps, to clear obstacles or penetrate enemy lines.

-micro-hydraulic rams built into the legs to cushion landings, stabilize the powersuit on rough terrain, and assist in carrying the load of the special metallic suit(~300lbs.)

-built in logic computer, which feeds into the eye/ear mounted heads up display, to distinguish between friend and foe, as well as point out weak points in armor.

-laser-sharpened tungsten tearing points on the knuckles of the gloves, designed to rip and tear at exposed flesh or non-metallic body armor.

-arm mounted collapseable shields, to protect against small arms fire or edged weapons, or to be used as offensive weapons.

-internal cooling system, to keep the soldier from dying of heat exhaustion.

-specialised metallic alloy shell designed to deflect most armor piercing rounds. High Explosive and Anti-Tank rounds remain unnaffected, however.

Weapons:

-Main Weapon: 9mm assault rifle, 300 rounds of ammunition, 200 armor piercing, 100 high-explosive.

-Side Arm: .460 caliber revolver, armor piercing rounds, 30 rounds of ammunition.

-CQC Weapons: Tearing points, Shields

-Defensive Weapons: Metallic Hull, Shields.

Background: first Commander of the Experimental Black-Ops Shocktroopers, youngest Commander in the History of the Terran Armed Forces.

Measurements: ('cause I know you wanna know, you perv.) 9.5 inches long, 2.75 inches wide, with a knot.

Orientation: Don't Ask, Don't Tell(Straight)

Other: while he may seem unstoppable, keep in mind, he wears no helmet. And anything larger than a sniper rifle will take him down with ease.

[Altima]

all right, just one character? ok...


realm: Gaia
name: Altima Carpine
Age: 18
Rank: 8th captain of the knights of The Order
Description: Grey dragon, with black stripes. Light brown hair, with silver bangs parted at the front. Wears silver/gold armor all over his body, save for his head, whcih is unprotected. The armor is enchanted with both minor, and major resistance to many spells.

Abilities:

T.D. Mode- when enraged, or in dire need, he can change into a gigantic feral dragon, impervious to almost everything, however, this is a double-edge sword because he lets out all his wrath, and blindly attacks anything in the vicinity without regard of alliance or even feelings. Usually reverts after 5 minutes, leaving himself weakened, and fatigued.

Divine Vvarfarrynn- As he fights, his spear collects used up traces of energy, and magic, recycling them within the spear itself, until he focuses the energy into the tip of the spear. It will launch a destructive beam of light based on how much energy it absorbed.

Weapons: uses a large two-ton sword, that is nearly indestructible, as if it were merely the average weight of a one-handed sword.

weilds a shapeshifting spear that transforms by thought.

Also weilds two daggers, which have power cancelling abilities.



Planet: Terra
Name: Roger Andrews Xavier "Rax" (hates it, but likes the initials, hence his name Rax)
Age: 18
Rank:civvy with Guns
Description: looks like a fox version of altima, except with short hair, and color-changing fur.

Abilities:

Chamelion fur- his stomach allows him to absorb the colors of whatever he ingests, and to "paint" his fur with those colors. Also applies to his hair. Perfect for camouflage





just two for now, I'll add more as we go, and regularly update this post.

[Bee]

Aight, I'll add my Bonnie and Clyde, then.


TERRA

Name: Diesel Harris
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Arctic Wolf
Rank: General
Unit: Foot Soldier
Description: 7'3", 200 lbs. Black fur, with grey "camo" tigerstripes tattooed into his fur. Wears Ballistics Body Armor, Camo Pants, and Military Issue Boots.
Abilities: Enhanced Agression, Tactical Thinking.
Weapons:

Main Weapon: J-2 Railgun, 10mm Rails, 3-1000 round clips.

Secondary Weapon: Desert Eagle .50AE, 7-10 round clips.

CQC Weapon: Fists, survival knife

Defensive: Composite Bodyarmor

Background: youngest person to achieve the rank of General, decorated soldier from past wars.

Other: mated to Sable Harris.

Measurement: 12 inches long, 3 inches wide, with a knot.



TERRA

Name: Sable Harris
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Twin-Tailed Kitsune.
Rank: Specialist
Unit: Black-Ops Sniper
Description: black fur, with a grey belly, socks and glove, with blue highlights in her hair. Wears a rather tight fitting uniform, with composite body armor.
Abilities:

-Cloaking: thanks to a microgenerator located on her back, she can cloak for limited amounts of time.

-Long Range sniping: she has excellant vision, and thanks to her weapon, she can take out targets at up to two and a half miles.

Weapons:

-Main Weapon: 25mm Sniper Rifle, semi-automatic, 50 rounds, all armor piercing.

-Secondary Weapon: 9mm pistol, 5-15 round clips.

-CQC Weapon: n/a

-Defensive: Cloaking, Composite Body Armor.

Background: Veteran of several wars, fought alongside Diesel for many of them.

Other: mated to Diesel Harris

Measurement: 34C.

[Altima]

OOC: btw, shall we do epic posts? or keep it simple? XP this first post'' be a mix, probably...

IC:

**Gaia**

"ON YOUR FEET MEN!"

"To arms, to arms!"

There was a flash of light just outside the tent, and suddenly screams filled the night. Altima hastily jumped to his feet, as he rushed over to his battle chest, and threw on his Raiment. A shrill whistle could be heared, as suddenly, Altima dove out of the tent just in the nick of time, as a humongous fireball engulfed the cloth building. He heard a scream, as his tent buddy crawled out, in flames, only to die a few feet away. "tch... cheap bastards..." Altima growled, just as he saw another fireball lauched into the air. He waited, waited, and waited, until it was just close enough to hit.

"NOW!" he bellowed, as he reached for his blade, and grasped the hilt-- only to find out his sword was not at his side. "shit!" he grunted, as he barely dove to the side in time, the flames incinerating the earth he stood on only a mere second ago. The blast hit him hard, sending him flying, knocking down several weapon racks, until he landed hard. A spurt of red errupted from his side, as he squealed in pain. He felt down his body, until his claw brushed against the knife deeply imbeded into his back,and coming out through his side. He gave a sigh of relief, as he "calculated" the blades trajectory. It had narrowly missed his kidney. He stood up, reached around back, and quickly pulled out the knife, grunting only once. Those bastards were gonna pay. He spat once. His saliva was full of blood. He reached down, and grabbed one of the blades on the floor, an off-balanced blade.

"All right, maggots... come get some..." and with that, he charged off into the night, chasing after the flames originating spot.


**Terra**

"GYA!!!!" Rax shouted, as he awoke in the night. He was covered in sweat. He reached down to his side, and felt up and down it. Satisfied that it only was a dream, he pondered what he saw. In his dream, he remembered seeing a lot of fireworks, and he remembered flying, and after than, pain. Excrutiating pain like he never felt before. He figured a piece of glass stabbed him or something, and that was where the pain came from. Rax sat up, panting heavily, as he searched the floor. No signs of broken glass.

"Whatever..." he grunted, as he stood up, reached for his pack, and pulled a bottle of water out. He splashed his face some, and took a quick swig, before replacing it, and rolling up his sleeping bag. Once he cleared his "camp", he looked around. How the hell did he end up on the run, and sleeping in ditches, graveyards, and junkyards? He honestly couldn't remember why, only that if he stopped, he'd die. His alarm went off, and he looked at it. 3 in the morning. Just about as good a time as any to leave, before anyone sees him. With that, he shouldered his pack, and walked on, towards the rising sun, drfiting away from this town, and into the next.

[Bee]

"So, who's this guy we're supposed to pick up?" Sable said, leaning against her mate as they walked along.

Her rifle was slung over her shoulder, a bandolier of sabot rounds wrapped around her waist like a belt. A special HUD was attached to her ear, swung out of the way of her eyesight. At a moments notice, it could swing down, and offer thermal imaging, nightvision, even long range sighting. Coupled to it was a small backpack like structure, which housed a microgenerator. With a mere thought, she could literally disappear from all but the most discerning eyes.

"Commander Brandon Hayley, one'a them new Shocktroopers." Diesel replied, his arm around her waist.

With combined service records like Diesel's and Sable's, no one dare questioned their marriage, out of fear for their lives. Diesel was even once dubbed "The Angel Of Death" for his skill in the battlefield. Across his chest lay a black vestlike bit of bodyarmor, all he thought he needed. He even once dubbed himself "Immortal", due to the fact that no one has wounded him so severely to keep him from combat. Six wars, over 1500 bullet wounds, and just as many medals. He was a model soldier, and had earned his trophy bride and rank.

They walked into the on-base Rec Room, where they heard a TV, a Radio, and coarse laughter.

Sat in a recliner in front of a TV, was a wolf clad in dull metallic armor. In his armored paw sat a cold beer, as he laughed at the show on the Television.

"Commander Hayley?" Diesel asked, getting closer to the armored man. He noticed the compact assault rifle strapped to his left thigh, and was immediately reminded of the Railgun clipped to his back.

"They call me Cowboy." He laughed, as he took a swig of the beer.

The look in his eyes said more than he did. While Diesel fought for his men and his Country, and Sable fought for her mate, his eyes said he fought for the sheer joy of killing. Many of the Shocktroopers were this way, being inducted from Death Row and the worst units in the Military. They were "Society's Problem", turned Society's Killers. Planted in an armored suit, given a rifle, and pointed towards an enemy to wipe out its what they did best.

[Altima]

**Terra**

Rax continued walking for a few miles. All the while, he fingered the small gun he had in his pocket. He never had to use it, save once, when some unlucky bastards kid sicced a rotweiler on him while he was asleep. Poor kid was probably still in a mental hospital, freaking about exploding skulls and brain fountains. Whatever, he kept walking, until he hit a shabby road diner. He stepped in, and sat down at the counter, and awaited a server.

OOC: if you think you might have a plan for Rax or somehting, let me know... otherwise I'm going nowhere with him in the meanwhile.

**Gaia**

A quick slash was all he needed. Drag the sword near the ground a little ways from his feet, bring it upwards at an angle, slash across the chest, forcing the mages to break concentration if only for a split second, use that gap to smash their throats in with a quick elbow jab, and the rest is easy. Only problem, when you have a wound through your side the size of an apple, your reflexes are numbed. Altima brought the sword upwards, cutting through the magisters' armor, and the mage flinched, however, Altima felt a twinge of pain, as his muscles seized up. He missed his opportunity, as the mage prepared a counter spell.

The blast was fairly weak since it was merely a counter. Fire singed a bit of the dragons; hair, but it also burned the wound a little. At least he wouldn't have to worry about bleeding out any moment now. One shot was all altima had now, otherwise enemy reinforcements would be all over him, and the fact tha he rushed right through enemy lines to take out the magisters alone would mean he'd have no back-up. He took his shot, as he lunged at the caster, and just as he expected, the mage created a barrier of flame right in front of Altima. Altima feinted at the precise moment, spinning to the left, as he swung the sword in an arc.

The blade connected with skin, muscle, and bone, and just as the mage's severed head went flying, he heard the shouts and roars of more enemies advancing upon his location. "Damnit... too late.." he muttered, as he collapsed to his knees, the extent of his wound sapping almost all of his energy. It was all going to end here. he was going to die on his knees. he saw the men surround him. The enemy were not taking chances, as all of them drew their weapons and pointed them at Altima. "c'mon damnit... what are you waiting for?!" he spat, as a little bit of blood dribbled down his chin.


*elsewhere on the battlefield*

kashitch! Another volley of arrows rained down upon the enemy, their screams of agony drowned out by the whistle of arrows piercing the air, and their armored bodies. "hell yeah!" Shouted Ishana Rivendaire, second captain of the Archery division, as she prepped another 3 arrows into her bow. she pulled the string taut, and released, as she felled another three enemies. Just as she pulled another arrow from her quiver, an enemy soldier ambushed her froma tree above. Ishana dove to the side, and just as her opponent raised his sword, ready to strike down on her, She felt a splatter of warm liquid hit her face. She blinked once, and stared at her adversary, as he fell to his knees, his blade falling from his graps, as he keeled over, dead. A spear had pierced right through his chest.

A reptile rushed up to her, grabbed one end of the spear, pushed his boot on the back of the dead soldiers' head, and pulled the spear out, with a loud, meaty pop. "hey, watch your back, next time. I won't always be around to cover that nice furry ass of yours!" joked Sardan, 5th captain of the order. He offered a claw to her.

"Yeah, well.." Ishana tried to retort, but failed to come up with anything good. She grasped his claw in hers, and stood up. "Anyways, where the hell'd Altima run off to?"

"Bah... knowing him, he probably ran in gung-ho" Sardan muttered, as he wiped his spear using the dead soldiers garb.


OOC: yeah, long-ish post, and I introduced 2 characters.... dunno if I'll post their profiles... you know one of them, and the other is a minor character I created...

[Bee]

OOC: how's this for a plan, motherfucker?!

IC:

TERRA


After brief introductions and a few leering glances from Commander Hayley Sable's way, they went outside to talk. Not one word was uttered when the Attack Sirens spooled up in a droning, ominous sound.

Lound bangs could be heard along the outer walls, along with shouting and small-arms fire. Deeper within the compound, the angry roar of Diesel Engines was heard, as the Tanks and the lumbering Walkers known simply as Titans roared to life, to assist in the defense of the base. The three ran for the nearest wall, Sable cloaking almost immediately, leaving bootprints in the mud behind her, and nothing else.

Diesel pulled the Railgun off his back, and dove for the nearest bunker, barking orders into his commlink as he started firing on heavily armored soldiers displaying battleflags and colors never before seen by the grizzled veteren.

Sable took cover behind a Truck, and set her rifle up on the bed. Pulling the protective rubber caps off five of the Sabot rounds on her waist, she dropped them into the internal clip on her rifle, then jammed the cocking lever back, loading the first one in. Her back was beginning to feel warm, as she lined up a shot on what she assumed was someone with rank. The clanking of moving parts was all that was heard as the rifle went off, the round splitting apart as it left the barrel. The 25mm casing split apart and flew for parts unknown, as a razor sharp 8mm finned piece of metal, called a Javelin, flew unnerringly towards it's mark. The glass of the creature's Helmet shattered, as brains sprayed violently out the back. The sabot kept traveling, and hit another soldier in the chest, killing him just as he jumped the outer wall. She caught the spent casing as it came out, and set the smoking shell up next to her, as she retook aim.


Commander Hayley rallied the other Shocktroopers, and they charged, emitting a derranged battlecry that made shivers shoot up the spines of the other soldiers. Assault rifles blazing, they jumped up and over the bunkers, some of them activating their lift units to propel them deeper into the enemy hoard. Brandon jumped off a bunker and activated his lift unit, putting him into a spin. He pulled a pair of Assault rifles out of their thigh-holsters, as his battleshields extended with a series of loud clangs. He landed on bended knee in the middle of the hoard, head down. Without looking up, he let loose on both weapons, riding the triggers as he stood up and delivered a roundhouse kick to an enemy soldier's armored waist. The Hydrualic rams in his leg armor increased the force, causing the weaker metal to buckle, sending the enemy soldier flying back. With a hiss from the rams, he stood, surveying the scene, gunbarrels smoking. About fifteen enemy soldiers lay dead or dying around him, while others were slowly being repelled by the other troops. He depressed the buttons on the grips of his assault rifles, dropping the empty clips into the bloody mud that once was a beautiful lawn. He jammed the weapons against the clips mounted to his thighs, and wretched them away, bringing a fresh clip each with them. Pressing another button, the bolts slid forward loudly, loading a fresh round into the chamber.

In a quick series of boosted jumps, he made it up to the top of the wall, most of the other Shocktroopers doing the same. What he saw was disheartening to most people. The entire town near the base was being overrun with the same alien beings.

"Gather Weapons and Ammo. Set up Supply Dumps for Civilian Militia Forces." He ordered into his Commlink, "I do believe we have front row seats for the End Of Days."

[Altima]

**Gaia**

"Yeah... he is like that..." Ishana muttered, as she jumped on top of a boulder, and began scouting for more targets, barely a second up there, and she knocked an arrow into plac,e and fired at a target a hundred yards away. "hmm... " she grunted, as she looked left and right, when she spotted a group of soldiers surrounding... altima? "Hey, I see him! god, we gotta help him!" And with that, she jumped off, and after Altima.

W"hat? hey wait, we need backup!" Sardan called, as he rushed after her.

"Screw backup! By the time we get reinforcements, he'll be dead!"

*enemy Encirclement*

Two enemies rushed at Altima, but he managed to jump back, slashing at them across their bellies. he landed hard on one knee, one claw clutching his wound, and the other on the earth beneath him. He wheezed slightly, as he grasped weakly at his sword, knowing he wouldn't be able to repel enemy attacks for long. however, none of the other soldiers attacked, only forming a human barrier all around him.

Damn... if I wasn't so weak, Id fly right out of here... Altima thought, as he stood up slowly, bringing his sword up, as he twirled in place slowly, scanning every single soldier. Suddenly, his ears perked a little, as he heard the twang of a drawstring. Good, Ishana's here. However, Altima suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He faltered, taking a step back. He looked down, and saw a large arrow sticking out of his chest. However, it didn't seem to have pierced much, thanks to his armor. He reached for it, but before he could grab at it, another twang, and this time, he yelped loudly, as an arrow went straight through his sword arm. the sword clanged against his boots, as he craddled his arms. He looked up, and scanned the horizon, and nearby tree line, hoping to find the archer, when he heard another twang, and this time he saw it. This time, he knew where it was going to land. this time, he knew he was going to die.

*Ishana and Sardan*

"Shit! They got him!" Ishana gasped, as she saw the first arrow pierce Altima's chest. She spurre don, hoping to rescue him, as she began firing arrows wildly at the soldiers surrounding altima.

"We'll never get to him!" Sardan shouted, falling far behind, due to the heavy armor he wore.

"We have to.. SHIT!" she shrieked, as the third and final arrow from the hidden archer flew free, straight for Altimas' head. But suddenly, she faltered, and groaned, as a bright light flashed, and she felt a surge of warmth, and cool air hit her at the same time. She tried to open her eyes to see what was happening, but they remained glued shut. then, the ground beneath her gave way, as she felt herself fall. She screamed in surprise, and continued to scream, until she landed roughly on the ground, however, she sank into the ground momentarily, as if it were made of jello or some other cushiony substance. Then the ground rose back up, and remained flat. She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see purple. As far as the eye can see, she saw purple ground, purple sky, purple clouds. It looked almost like the battlefield they were on. THE BATTLEFIELD! She turned around, and looked in the direction that Altima had been, and saw him laying there, on his side, an arrow sticking out of the side of his head.

"ALTIMA!!!" she shrieked, as she rushed towards him.


**Terra**

Rax heard gunfire from afar, and wondered what was going on. World war 5 finally happening? He thought, as he ordered a crappy breakfast, and wondered truly what was happening to the world. Ever since he ran away, it seemed as if the world was entering into an era of chaos.

[Bee]

Diesel stood next to Brandon, as he lit up a cigarette. Brandon's powersuit was covered in blood, but no one cared at the moment.

"Fireteam, Sound Off!" Diesel barked, at his newly assembled team of men.

"Sargent Duke reporting in!" shouted the black German Shepherd with the triple-barreled shotgun.

"Specialist Zach reporting in!" the Siamese Cat sniper replied, his tail flicking coolly behind him.

"Captain Renny Reporting as Ordered, Sir!" the black Renamon barked, her voice echoing.

(OOC: three more people.)

Sable grinned, "you know I'm here, Wuffy."

This caused the other two to chuckle, only to be silenced by a glare from Diesel.

Brandon was about to address the group, when everything went black. It felt like they had stepped into water, and were sinking fast. When the light finally returned, the six soldiers and their small cache of weapons stored in a Half-Track Transport Vehicle were on a strange planet.

Diesel looked around, and saw some people that looked like they were out of Ye Olde Renaissance Fayre.

"...the fuck just happened?" Brandon asked, looking at the others.


OOC: time for the two groups to meet!