[quote]No one here can say they aren't a monster. Only, we EMBRACE it, instead of pushing the fact away. [/quote] [b]Crick. Crack. It started with one house. Just one. It had collapsed in the night, it's brown wood now bent and splintered into a large amount of pieces. The building was set aflame, the cracking of the bonfire causing those who saw it to call for emergency services. Meanwhile, the town descended into chaos. The fire had spread to the walls protecting it from the wild, and the other houses close by in the village. If the fire didn't get them, the men rising from their grave would, mercilessly grinding people into the ground like crazed animals. Out of the chaos, a single man stood out, a massive sword in his hands. [/b] Tonight, you undead creatures will fall! [b]He charged into the hordes, killing those in his way. And for a fleeting moment it looked like they may have a chance. This was dismissed as a curved sword entered his back. The girl slid it out, her long black hair covering her face, where stitches closed her mouth. Her left arm was limp, a knife in hand. The undead payed no mind to her. She was joined by a man in a rain jacket, ripped and torn, with similar shaped jeans. He had four arms, and two machetes in the top set. Other brave civilians were cut down by a larger man holding two sets of short scythe like weapons, armor of bones, horn upon the helmet. The chaos reached the dojo, and you were tasked with a simple job. Either end the destruction, or find out how it happened. Once you reached the village, few houses were standing, and all were burning. The wall was in tatters, and zombie like creatures shuffled or ran around. There were few survivors.[/b] [spoiler]You have a few options on how the post goes. Fight: End the destruction. Face either the skull armor man (medium challenge) Or perhaps The girl and her companion (HARD) Find out what happened and how: (This will be VERY hard for non-stealthy characters, medium for the silent and quick)[/spoiler]

well holy hell this is still alive?

Hellraisers // Canyon // 5:32 PM // Kilo Squad. "Taking the shot." The figure said into his headset, as the man in a black balaclava looked down the uncapped scope of his L96A1 Sniper. in one swift movement of his right trigger finger his black glove around his hand pulled back the olive green trigger of his gun, which set in motion a small explosion of gunpowder within his gun to act as a propellant for his bullet, which travelled through the raining air and past the water that fell. It zoomed past a silencer as the lightning struck, and his shot tore through the chest of a poorly armoured bandit below. Cocking his gun back, the talon underneath his gun had poked through which revealed the figure to be Lopez, who had concealed his feathery image beneath a grey jumpsuit with dark red sleeves to it. His first target dropped and the casing of his bullet clattered on the stony ground beneath him just before rolling off into the canyon beneath. "Bax, you and Jocelyn in position? I got Keith waiting in the truck with Andre." Meanwhile in the canyon and not on the gigantic stony sides, a lonesome blade pierced through the flesh and Kevlar armour of one better equipped Bandit, which in turn sent a spray of blood to fly backwards from the back, over the cutlass that ran the man through and onto the black jumpsuit of Baxter. Baxter was a fairly attractive man, with a literal steel jaw and tanned skin covering his body from head to toe. His black hair was messy and unkempt seeing as he always hated to fix it in the pouring rain, as the hair had never stayed down for Bax. His cloudy grey eyes were emotionless as he watched the now passed figure collapse onto the ground, and upon hearing Lopez' words, he spoke into the headset that was built in. "Joce and I are here. Drew with you?" Before the man could get a response, a figure seemingly appeared from thin air before Bax's synthetic eyes. Normally he would have jumped on the chance to off the target with his blade but the figure in the black armour was not foe, but friend. Covered head to toe in a set of combat armour without the left shoulder piece was Andrew, who concealed his face behind a mask and set of night vision goggles. He twirled the blade in between his fingers as the second corpse dropped to the floor and all the blood just slid off the pairs suits due to the special anti-staining material coated on the gear. Drew was kind of freaky, in the sense that he didn't speak to the team A.I and melee unit, instead he opted for the silent route as he just stared at Bax until he spoke to Lopez. "Never mind." "Guys..." A woman's voice said to either of the men nearby her, which alerted both Bax and Drew. Jocelyn had spoken up from the bush she inhabited which went well with her black clothing and green armour plates, which had also taken the same pattern as the green and black stripes of paint that ran diagonally along her angular and beautiful face. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and hidden with a black combat helmet that also carried a little netting ro conceal the back and sides of her neck, which remained unpainted. Looking through the scope of her SCAR-L she identified a pair of men who were on patrol, which prompted both Baxter and Drew to duck into the tiny bit of foliage that remained in the bandit's gardens, among the fruits and vegetables they harvested through the day in this desolate canyon. A sleek yet freezing dagger formed in Drew's hands as the arm extended itself for the first bandit which buried and melted within his head, as that's what Gallium Throwing Knives did. If the second man had a quicker reaction time then it was not to be seen, because Baxter immediately jumped out and with one swoop of his blade, the bandit's head fell. But Bax didn't stop there for he took four more slashes at the figure, and both arms and legs dropped within the time frame of a single second. Unfortunately for the team, a snipers scope fell upon Baxter. The trigger was pulled from inside a makeshift tower of scrap metals but the shot was only a .308 bullet, and unfortunately it didn't land inside Baxter's body but it plinked off the surface. A look of anger on his synthetic face, Bax ripped a second cutlass from his side and sprinted to the front gates of the small compound, and when he shoulder charged into the steel wall a massive gaping hole was ripped open from the sheer impact. A psychotic man with a machete sprinted towards Bax but before he could arrive, Jocelyn's bullet from her SCAR tore through his head. As she ran to the gates she extended her left hand to the gate as if she was pushing it open, and a wave of blue energy shot from her very palms to force the steel gates open. Drew was somehow already inside the compound and in the tower with the sniper, where a neck was snapped and a body fell to the ground. He dived out of the tower with a double backflip, and he landed on the skulls of two bandits. On the other half of the compound a second gate was burst open by a heavily armoured Jeep, which was driven by Andreas. Behind the bulletproof glass, Andreas had dark skin and a pair of warm brown eyes, with short hair that looked akin to a military haircut. A 50. Caliber turret on the top unleashed hell as the user, Keith, rained hell on the bandits. Keith was a light skinned fella with bright blue eyes and a brown goatee, which matched the brown hair on top of his head. He wore the same jumpsuit as Andreas, which was a black jumpsuit with a chestplate of kevlar with carbon fibre beneath it, and a black helmet much like Jocelyn's that had no covering for the neck. "WOOOO!" Shouted Keith and Andreas in unison with one another as Andre crashed through many bandits and Keith picked off even more of them with his gun. Pulling up to the front,three of the four doors opened to allow Bax, Drew and Jocelyn in while Lopez swooped down. As Lopez flew into the main bandit building, it was completely empty of all life within and so he could sprint to the server room without hassle. Grabbing a USB stick from a large brown table in the white walled room, he sprinted back out through the bullet-riddled halls of the building in which he found himself in, and he sprinted to the roof. The land all around him was barren and completely devoid of all life within miles aside from various vultures, but Lopez enjoyed the silence. So he jumped off the roof and wingsuited into the canyon beyond, as the rest of the crew drove off in their Jeep. ((Open. Be in the canyon and the team will find you.))

[b][i]Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. [/i][/b] [i] Lance's t-shirt whipped in the wind, his form free of armor and weaponry for the first time since he'd arrived at the Dojo. The bruises Damien had given him were healing well, but the mental ones weren't. He couldn't have succumbed any lower to win his fight against Damien, but he'd made a promise. A contract actually; to always be stronger than his opponents. Friend or foe, he would never be weak again. No matter the cost; that trumped any codes of honor. While he had won, his conscience kept nagging at him about it. Who's bright idea was it to make these things anyway? Besides that point, he needed to find Damien and explain himself, He wouldn't sleep soundly otherwise. The issue was.. the place was huge. He was a hundred feet in the air easily at the point he stood, making out the land around the Dojo with crystal clarity, but he wasn't an eagle. Hopefully Damien wasn't the wandering type and maybe had just retired to his room. Or went for a coffee at Starbucks. There was no telling with him. In a cloud of swirling darkness, Lance vanished from the rooftop and down into one of the courtyards below to find his friend. Or enemy.. he didn't really know now.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/Y4IYy [spoiler]Open to whoever.[/spoiler]

[b]The cold rumble of the wheels against the road signaled the approaching figure, donning a black suit of armor and a holographic interface... Damien Lordan.[/b] [b]He had heard of this place... Forgotten in time and space... A relic between the old warriors and divine specs of stardust that guided his life... Probably too deep a thought, but he got metaphorical when he was interested.[/b] [b]He revved the engine of his sleek white motorcycle, stopping at the foreground before the awe-inspiring gates of the dojo. Rail-Sniper at his back... Swords at his hips. His interface buzzed like an angry hive as it observed the surroundings. He was ready... Ready for anything... Sorta. Just as much as his bullets could handle.[/b] [spoiler]Open for testing! Or interaction if that's what you want to do.[/spoiler]

[b]FIGHT!![/b] *Shadow grins under her helmet as she flicks a knife at Tera, only to frown as Terawatt turns to silver to bend around it and fly at her. Tera focuses her TK around her foot as she turns back into human form just as she reaches Shadow. Shadow bends backwards slightly to avoid the kick, slapping away the leg to send Tera spinning away before she rights herself in mid-air. Tera chuckles with Shadow, both remembering the first time they met. Putting behind the memories first, she sends an arc of lightning at Shadow, forcing Shadow to raise a pillar of earth to block the lightning in time. Shadow lifts the pillar off the ground with her own magic only for Tera to shove it at her with her TK. Slapping it aside with a hand, Shadow is distracted enough for Tera to slap Shadow into the air with her TK. Following Shadow up Tera is nearly slammed into the ground by a hand of shadow, avoiding it by turning to silver form and slipping around it. Tera slips up close to Shadow and transforms back to human, but Shadow grabs her and sends her flying to the ground. Landing lightly, Tera sends a bolt of lightning at Shadow as she falls, only for Shadow to remove her helmet and eat the lightning* [i]Hey!!! No fair!!![/i] "Sorry, got peckish." *Grinning, Shadow sends her own bolt of dark lightning at Tera, directing it at her when Tera dodges. Tera falls to the ground, panting hard as smoke comes faintly off her. Shadow lands across the courtyard, licking her lips* "Not bad. You are getting better." [i]Well duh. Not like I'm getting any older. I might as well train.[/i] "Well Alex, see ya around then. Gotta go to some meetings back home. Want a portal back to Earth?" [i]Sure. Flying takes waay too much time.[/i] "Alright, see ya." *Shadow opens a rift in front of Tera and Tera walks through. Shadow lets the rift close then sighs* "She's a good kid." [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[i]Dojoville // 2200 hours // Distress Call[/i] [i]The night was dark, the sun having set a few hours back when the distress call came in. Three, loud beeps on the telegraph Alyssa hadn't used for years, left in one of the many cardboard boxes she had left lying around after moving into her new apartment room in Dojoville. Her apartment was a complete mess, papers all over the place, consisting of old essays, books, notes, and music pieces. It was a simple, three room place. A main room, with a round glass table in its middle, the floor cleanly polished wood. On the table was a violin case, unzipped and open, the dark violin inside it still having its shoulder rest on it, the bow not loosened, lying besides the violin. On the glass table were an uncountable amount of music sheets; everything from easy, Suzuki books, to all four movements of Dvorak's New World Symphony. Besides the glass table was a black, thick music stand, extended to about four feet ten inches, Vivaldi's Spring opened on it—the first movement, Allegro. To the right of the otherwise empty main room was the kitchen, black and white checker patterned, linoleum floor contrasting from the wooden floor of the first room. The kitchen was just as messy as the other parts of the house, the small coffee table in the middle of the kitchen having a small, circular, white ceramic dish in the middle of it. On the dish was a half-eaten slice of cheese pizza, an unfinished can of Pepsi besides it. Papers littered even the small coffee table at which Alyssa ate, alone, at, paragraphs of music theory besides lined paper full of Alyssa's neat cursive, rapid note-taking during a brief and quiet nighttime snack. Dirty dishes were thrown into the sink, some having not been washed for weeks. Cabinets were left wide open, revealing countless numbers of canned food, and her small refrigerator was ajar, full of microwaveable meals bought for cheap prices at the nearest grocery store. To the left of the main room was the living room, just as messy as the previous two rooms, if not messier. A white sofa was in the center of the gray carpeted room, and on the sofa was a quietly snoring Alyssa, her thick, round glasses set askew. Her face was covered with freckles, her thin lips slightly open, drool dribbling down her chin. Her shoulder-length, light brown hair was not tied in a ponytail as it usually was, rather laid splayed out around Alyssa's sleeping head. It was a wonder how she was allowed to live alone; Alyssa appeared to be around fifteen, even though she was twenty-three. The fact ignored her, and she always wished that she didn't always have such a childish appearance. Some found it cute; Alyssa could never separate those people from pedophiles or people that legitimately thought Alyssa looking like a child was "cute". Covering the sleeping Alyssa was a thin blanket, books all over the sofa. War and Peace, Dune, even Harry Potter, all lay on the sofa. A couple feet away from the sofa was a desk, with a small radio laying on top of it, the first movement to Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B minor playing quietly. Music discs were scattered around the radio, Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite, Beethoven's Symphony No. 7 and his ninth, and Mozart's Violin Concerto in G major were the ones that could be seen, placed above the vast quantity of essays and letters, addressed to Alyssa's parents. The rest of the living room was littered with cardboard boxes, yet to be opened and unpacked. As the telegraph in one of the many boxes buzzed, three lines of morse code rang throughout the apartment, loud enough to attract anybody nearby. Three long, monotone buzzes, which meant "S.O.S." in morse. Alyssa woke with a start, opening her bright, green eyes clouded with sleep. She wiped the drool from her chin, rubbing the sleep from her stunningly green eyes as she set her thick glasses in a straight line, getting. She jogged over to the boxes, throwing one open as she began rifling through it, searching for the telegraph. She found it buried at the bottom, and pulled it out. It became obvious that it wasn't just a telegraph; when Alyssa hit the middle button of the ancient device, a large hologram appeared, and in bright, blue letters were the words "Incoming message. Unknown caller ID. Accept?" The woman touched the accept button, and the words disappeared, a voice recording opening. The voice was raspy and masculine, hoarse and sounding as though it hadn't been used for months.[/i] "Anybody who receives this," [i]It said.[/i] "I'm being held... tage in Wareh... 286. Bloo... kidnapped me... mation. I haven't given them... aren't pleased. Being t... for info. Se... elp." [i]The message cut off there, and Alyssa stood, silently shocked. The message was loud, ringing through the quiet night. Even those in the distant dojo could hear it.[/i] ((Open.))

[u]Ku Rudo Mountains[/u] The high, snow-capped ranges of the Ku Rudo region were barren, uninhabitable except for the animals stark with power in their pelts built for the powerful winds and frigid temperature. Yet, plumes of smoke rose from a large alcove of trees, and the wind-warped the crackling fire that, despite their effort, had provided minimal warmth to those who camped out here. They have bundled in an armor of heavy iron with fur coats draped from shoulder pauldrons, rigid machetes reflecting the flames of the hearth and relict rifles laid on the blankets of fresh snow, desperately trying to warm up as their bottoms froze from sitting on the wet plank wood. It was freshly cut and still splintered, jagged, but more comfortable than the snow, if minimally. "Jesus Christ, how cold is it?" A voice piped up as frosted breaths rose from cracks in the square helmet of patch-work irons welded together, just barely enough to resemble armor. They laughed and sighed, as if not brave enough to answer the question, and continued to huddle and rub their hands on their legs. "Anyways... Is she still intact?" The same person questioned to the others. They shrugged, and after a second of silence except for the howling wind pervading all within the mountain range, one stood and walked further into the wooded area, trudging his legs through the snow. The others watched him disappear into the snowy abyss before they turned back to the fire for nourishment. The one who had walked away struggled to wade through the thick layers of powder and searched for something. Dusk had begun to set, and visibility waned quickly, yet he hurried forward when he saw something startling. A burlap sack, splattered with blood, about the size of a human body, but with its side torn open. "Shit," he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. She had escaped. His eyes had never closed, either, as they dilated with shock when a silver knife embroiled with jewels and engravings slashed across his neck. It was brutally cut wide, and an arc of blood sputtered from the brutal opening as he fell face-first into the snow. As he fell he released a cry of pain, his life only to end a second after, one carried by the wind to the campsite. The men darted their heads to the side at the shriek, and one stood immediately, tall in stature and muscular under the thick plating. The other, much younger and the only without a helmet, had his face flush with fear over a red complexion from the freezing air. He quickly stood, hesitant to grab his old and worn gun, barely jury-rigged into functionality. The two walked together to the sound of the scream, alert, prepared for skirmish. The taller one strode with much more pride and confidence, machete painted with dry blood and gray matter swaying as he walked. The other, timid and scared, huddling behind his comrade for protection. They went further through the wood, but soon the young lad had found himself separated from his superior, lost within the tall grove of trees and swirling snow. A dark figure darted behind the thick conglomerate of thin, bristling cedar wood, and by impulse the boy sent a volley of bullets across the trees, splintering them, though nothing was there. The gunshots resonated through the valley and fire raising from the barrel illuminated the now completely dark woods. He shivered in fear, looking around, waiting for an attacked. And two eyes glowed in the darkness, the sounds of springs coiling as a large bolt was fired, piercing the ankle of the boy between the parting of his leg armor and thick boots lined with wool. He clutched to the ground and moaned in pain, but soon the eyes had disappeared. The larger man had heard the groans and recognized them as that of his companion's, but figuring the boy had died, he continued on through the snow, taking his helmet off to increase visibility. He was rather handsome, with ash-blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a rugged, half-shaven look to him, a glorious bristling mustache pervaded with freckles of snow. And from the trees a dark wisp had pounced on him, using sharp claws at the ends of her grieves to claw at his head. His skin was ripped, ragged, and blood slid down his face and into his eyes. He screamed, using brute force to fling away the girl back into the snow, the metallic taste of his own blood filling the mouth, wiping away the blood from a rip over his brow. She rebounded quickly and unleashing a volley of sharp, sleek throwing knives from slits in her gauntlet. The man deflected them with the plating of his arm and rushed the girl, pinning her to the tree and smashing her face with the iron greave. It hurt both, but part of the assassin's face was now bruised and torn. With a growl she kicked the man's knee, sending it to snap into a crooked position. He screamed in pain and barely stood as she pounced on him, clawing his eyes out, sticky, warm blood now covering the duration of his face. And once the man felt his arm snap lie a twig as she contorted it into a way not possible, he begged for mercy. And yet, the final crunch came with his neck, twisted to the side, his eyes bulging and his face still pained even as he died. She stood and rubbed her tender face, bruised and battered, coughing out a tooth for good measure and trudging away. ~~~ [u]Dojo Gates, Four Days Later[/u] The bruise that swallowed her face was now little more than a black eye as she wearily walked upwards, fighting the elements as she faced the raging blizzard, yet showing little of the burning that filled her legs and waist. At. the top of this hill, she shallowly exhaled in relief when the sign displaying the Dojo had shown. She strode towards the huge walls of lopsided stone, forming a heavy bastion atop the snow-capped mountain, seeking entrance into the haven for warriors, magicians, and creatures of all kinds. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[i]The dojo[/i] [b]Astrid emerges from her room smelling of soldering as her armour is upgraded and is bulked up in the fists and back slightly. She places down a book called 'BTEC level 3 Technomancy'.[/b] Hopefully i finished it. [b]she looks around the dojo with her weapons aswell.[/b] Well, i hope daddy would be proud. [b]she walks towards the main fighting area[/b] Anyone? [b]she is open for practice[/b]

[i][u]The New Dragonslayer's Arrival Dojoville, 11:35 AM Olivia, Daughter of Ornstein and Nora[/u][/i] [i]...It was silent. The usually bristling streets of Dojoville were not empty. But they were silent, for the people that were on the street that dreadful morning were all dead. Sliced to bits, cut in half, their blood oozed from their bodies still, and onto the sidewalks and concrete street under them. Among the dead, a body belonging to an elderly man shuffled only slightly, and a small boy crawled out from under the body, his once fine clothing caked in blood and gore as he slowly crawled away from the gristly scene of death. His lemon-blonde hair was messy and stained with the dark red liquid, his once pale, smooth face covered in blood as well. The boy, who was no more than ten, clutched his stomach after crawling away, letting out gasps of pain as he touched the wound that had been inflicted upon him. The woman had nearly sliced right through him, blood dripping from his sliced open flesh. He would never forget that face - that grin of absolute evil as she murdered so many...why? Why would someone do this? The child didn't understand. All he knew was that he was going to die, he couldn't stop that. And yet, when he laid down his head and looked to his left, he saw a figure in the distance, the golden armor gleaming brightly as they approached, shaking their head in disgust before leaning down next to the child, the growling lion helm that hid their head staring eerily into his light blue eyes. Before the boy blacked out, the figure took his hand softly with a golden gauntlet, still looking at the child as he closed his eyes. [/i] "...W-Why..." [i]A single word spoken by a light, feminine voice escaped the golden lion helmet after the boy's head slumped over, his breath shallow and low. A bright red plume escaped the back of the helm, bright red rubies decorated the knightess's chestplate. She stood at a somewhat surprising height, standing at 6'6 feet tall and seeming somewhat muscular. A long, golden spear was sheathed in the knightess's back, electricity flickering on its metal tip for a moment or two. Alongside that was a 5'4 foot long straight sword attached to her waist, and alongside that, two .44 Magnum revolvers, the weapons locked and loaded at the moment. Slung into her back was a rather large slug-firing shotgun, highly futuristic and looking as if it could tear through metal with relative ease. Hardlight shielding covered the woman's golden armor, which consisted of ceramic plating and pure gold, although there was probably more under the armor currently shown. Her right gauntlet had an additional modification to it: a blade waited right under her wrist, probably to be used as some sort of device used in close quarter combat. Her final weapon was a simple pointed stiletto, the blade shined and the tip sharpened to the maximum. [/i] [i]Still holding the young boy's skinny, pale hand, the nameless figure rose up from the ground, picking the boy up as she stood to her full height. Holding the bleeding child as if he was her own, she turned her attention to the massive structure in the distance. The Dojo. Perhaps...Perhaps they could help the child? It was worth a try, plus...she had come here for a reason. Making her way through the gore and blood, the knightess walked towards the Dojo, with the intent of saving his young life. ((Open.))[/i]

A young looking soldier standing at 6'2" with exotic looking armor and a custom rifle walked through the gate and into the courtyard. His gaze was caught on the large cherry blossom in the middle of the courtyard. He seemed to be in awe of the complex as many legendary warriors walked by. After standing there for several minutes he finally spoke, "Well, this place is slightly bigger than expected." [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b]The large ship of Fortis flies out of the dojo to a nearby planet. It is about the size of Pluto, except slightly bigger. It is covered in desert on most of the planet, with only one ocean.[/b] "As soon as we land, I will fly out of the ship and draw there fire. Both of our soldiers will storm their base while my pilot fires the ships Cannons. Any question?" [spoiler]Open for RoyalBlade[/spoiler]

[spoiler]To preface, when I say stuff in first person, that is Ranger Grant. It will be how he works.[/spoiler] [b]I look through my rifle sight. I see them. Those slaver bastards in crimson sports gear. I wanna squeeze that trigger right now, watch that feather-headed dickwad's head pop like a damn balloon. I hate them. I hate them all so much. I'd kill them all, every last one of them was is not for the person they had lashed to the cross. It was one of my troops, NCR. They had her put up on that goddamned cross, probably beat her and... I'd rather not think about that, actually. Bad things I'd rather not think about. Unless it's bad things happening to those assholes across the way. Only reason I wasn't taking my shot was that I knew they'd kill her as soon as I fired. Goddamn those cruel bastards. They'd nail a sweet girl like her to a fûcking cross. First chance I get, they're all dead. Every last goddamned one of them! It's a goddamned monument to inhumanity, that's what it is! I can feel myself getting angrier, feeling as if my blood was boiling. As dusk began to fall, I turned on the night vision in my helmet, pressing a button on the side. Once it was dark, I'd strike. I sat there on the cliff side, watching every movement of those psychopaths, until it was night. It began to rain, and as it as said, when it rains it pours. And that's what the sky did. It poured the rain, soaking my Ranger armor, as well as putting out my own little campfire for me. I had cooked some Gecko Kebabs earlier, before I knew they were putting her on a cross. The remains of them were washed over the canyon side, falling to the abyss below. I turn my attention to the bridge connecting the two sides of the canyon, and stare at the lone guard, right in the middle of the bridge. I pull my other, silenced rifle from my back. It packed less of a punch, but it'd be enough to punch through the Centurion's armor. Like paper. I sat their again, waiting for the others to go to sleep, so I could take my shot. As the darkness set in, I prepped to start my assault. Here I was, a lone Ranger, trying to go on some crazy rescue mission to save one of the Privates. It was worth it. I knew how good this woman was, as a person, and a soldier. The others had already gone to bed, and even she passed out, still on the cross. I lined up my reticle with the plumed fûck's head, and squeezed the trigger. Lucky for me, it was still raining, so the sound of the man's head exploding and him going for a little tumble into the canyon was totally silent. I moved forwards, the guard now dead. There was another guard, facing away from my position, towards her. I could see in his eyes what he wanted to do to her, until I burst them with a sniper bullet. He fell to the ground, dead. I creeped along the bridge, it creaking beneath me. The rain had let up by now, but not enough for the sleeping soldiers to hear me slipping up to their tent. I reached into my pack, and pulled out a C4 charge, along with a Mini-Nuke. I couldn't wait to see those Legion bastards go up in nuclear fire. I set the charge, with the Mini-Nuke on top of it, and snuck over to the cross. I looked at her. Her long, auburn hair fell away from her face, the result of the rain hitting her. Her skin was a slightly tanned color, but it looked red in places, probably where the Legion had abused her. Her NCR trooper armor was beat to hell. And had a few holes in it. I pulled my Bowie knife from my hip, and cut the bonds on her feet. I moved up to her arms, and held her up while I cut the bonds there, also. She fell onto me, and I could feel her heart beating against my shoulder. She was alive, thank God for that. I very slowly creeped back to the bridge, then crossed again. When I reached the other side, I cut the ropes holding it up. The bridge fell, and made a loud clattering noise. I pulled a detonator from my hip, and but my finger on the button. A bastard in red came out of the tent, and looked in fear over at the Ranger with the detonator. I smiled to myself. A Legionnaire in fear. That was a sight to see.[/b] "See you in hell, you red bastards!" [b]I pressed the button on the detonator, and watched the fireworks. Rocks flew everywhere. This was even better than watching that Legionnaire! I turned my back to the explosion, and but the detonator back at my hip. I looked at her.[/b] "Don't worry. I'll get you somewhere safe." [b]I pulled a glowing device from my pack, and pressed the trigger on it. We were gone in a flash of blue light. We arrived back at Dojoville, early morning. I walked through the streets, and up the steps to the Dojo.[/b] "I need a medic! Anyone! Anyone at all!" [b]I burst through the gates, she was still slumped over my shoulder.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Love me?[/spoiler]

[i]The Dojo... a place of many traits. Serenity. Peace. War. Chaos. And everything in between. It had seen much, and even then, the name of the place struck the people there with thoughts of the many great warriors that established such a place beforehand. Great, great warriors; having built them up from almost normal, talented people to those that went on to face near god-like challenges and impossible odds for the sake of the dimensions. The Dojo, though in a different locations... the name was a beacon to old warriors. And one approached like he always did. Cresting the horizon, the figure on horseback was completely covered in his cloak. The tattered condition of the forest green fabric showed years of experience. The gold trim, faded yet strong, his will. His lightly armoured black combat pants, specks of grey steel showing through the carbon fiber mesh, his dotted faith. The beige under-attire, worn and beaten, like his soul. And the rags wrapped around his arms, as if to hold his mentality from leaking through his skin. The figure stopped his horse, the steed neighing in protest. He spoke calmly to it, smiling.[/i] [b]It's all right, really. We're almost there.[/b] [i]Laughing naturally, almost like a boy returning home, he urged it onward as they finally approached their destination. As he neared, he called out from the front gates. The inhabitants would have already sensed him coming; the strong, unnerving yet calm pressure in the air pressing on their ears and mind. The trees swaying gently in a short breeze brought on suddenly, and the air adjusting to the nicest of temperatures. It was clear who was here, to all that knew him and had heard about him.[/i] Shihan! Is Shihan here? No, this is a new dojo. There must be a new Shihan as well. Hellooooooo anybody home? May I come in? [i]A faint smile was seen from what you could make out of his face; from beneath the hood, his rich brown eyes shone with anticipation at any response at all. Finally... he was home.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]Destanius approaches the terrible town of Extros with the knights that had volunteered to aid him. As they move closer, a huge metal vehicle at least fifty feet tall speeds towards them on six huge green wheels. It looks sort of like a tank. It shoots a large green blob at the Knights.[/b] "Watch out!" Destanius yells. [spoiler]Open for RoyalBlade.[/spoiler]

[i]A woman sat on a bench in the courtyard, staring at the sky. She had long, brunette hair, violet eyes, and thick, round glasses. Freckles on her small, perky nose and the earlobes of her small ears, making her look more fifteen than twenty-three. A bored expression on her young face, she looked for something to do.[/i][spoiler]Open, bored.[/spoiler]

Hundreds of clones line up into gunships, one of which held an AT-TE. They were going to the tallest skyscraper in Devoskii known as Takadhi Tower, where the clones had set up an old outpost at an old penthouse on the higher floors. "Commander, our troops are ready to deal with any threat that comes our way. So, how long until you come back here?" One of the clones, an ARC trooper, asked. "I'll come back once we confirm whether our sensors picked up anything." She responded, jumping into her gunship. The clone saluted her, as 12 gunships, two of which contained vehicles, set off for the Byoki desert. [spoiler]Open. Gunships are here if you want to visit the place. They didn't find the Black Market, and there are still hundreds of clones in the Dojo.[/spoiler]

[b]After searching for ages, Destanius finally finds the location of Extros.[/b] "Anyone up for a raid? There are great rewards if we win, and the terrible town of Extros shall fall! I must warn everyone that this is only for the best of the best, and you may not make it back in one piece. So, who is with me!" [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]Jäger and Torre are arguing in one of the courtyards. No one else is around.[/b] "You asshole! I know you've been stealing from me!" [u]C'mon Jäger, you think I would steal from you!?[/u] "Oh shut it you backstabbing asshole!" [u]Jäger, I never stole from you![/u] "Oh please, you're just a traitor!" [b]Both of them draw their weapons and begin to fight, a crowd gathers around to watch. [/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[u]Dojoville, 7:25 PM.[/u] [b]Jäger walks down the streets. His head hung down. He walks up to a bar and buys a drink, he sits outside and chugs his beer. [/b] "Another day wasted, maybe something will change." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b]The Old Man, Dojo Courtyard A1.[/b] Sakuret Ceiko walked along the courtyard, his cane tapping along as he walked. The elderly man fixed his glasses so he could see better. One would normally just brush him off as some guy, until he opened his mouth. "You all haven't seen the horrors I have! None of you experienced the greatest lost as I have! Youngsters don't know the true meaning of loss!" Sakuret rambled, it seemed like he was senile at that but possibly he also had wisdom to offer. No one really knows, but go ahead. The Old Man clutched his maple cane tightly, remembering his not too fond memories. [spoiler]Open, just talk or fück with the old guy.[/spoiler]

I am Randal!!!! [spoiler]open![/spoiler]

[b]The booming of multiple ships breaking the atmosphere was heard throughout the planet, quickly approaching were Separatist ships, seven to be exact https://imgur.com/8ZWvPAg They each released smaller ships which began heading towards Dojoville. There were nearly twenty and they all seemed armed to the teeth https://m.imgur.com/IsyprFr [/b]

[b][u]Rekindling[/u][/b] [b]The girl, after a relatively brief period of recovery, was back on her feet. She was unsatisfied with her unorthodox introduction to the now-changed Dojo. So she looked for a fight anyway.[/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]