World in Turmoil

[Guest Levy]

The year is 2011. Earth has become unified under a crazed leader without a name or face. The man never shows his figure or the very fact he exists. He only reveals his voice, which he even disguises in a mechanical disproportional tone. The world knows him only by one letter, "C".

 

His reign to power was swift and decisive. He held the world hostage, and still does to this day, by controlling the very weapons the former world powers created to protect themselves from one another. He developed tactics combined from pieces of all world military guides and strategies, but he didn't have to use them. He simply brought the world to its knees in a powerful display of his power by launching a nuclear warhead from a base in Omaha targeting the White House in 2009. This was only a warning shot however, and was disarmed mid flight and fell without detonating in the White House gardens. A similar even happened to the Kremlin. Again in Beijing. Soon the message "Alas, Babylon" became a common phrase for religious fanatics to cry out. Then C made his first public debut in 2010, only his voice was heard. He broadcast it on each radio station, television station, and even hacked several websites to display his message to the world. His simple speech was this, "Surrender and worship... or die. It's your choice."

 

And the world was defeated overnight...

 

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Here is where you come in. Rebel against C or join him. Worship him or fear him. Good vs evil, members on both fronts. Attack one another or protect one another.

 

Rules:

1. No usage of nuclear technology whatsoever. Only C controls Nuclear weaponry.

2. Nothing too futuristic. There ain't gonna be super space ships in four years so don't use them here. Jets and helicopters are okay as long as you obey the basic physics of these machines.

3. No magic, this is the real world. Not fantasy land.

4. Assault rifles, bazookas, even swords are okay as long as you obey the fact that you can't carry 20 rockets or 500 magazines of ammo. If you wanna go a bit futuristic and make a plasma rifle go ahead, but just remember to put prototype physics on it. In other words, not perfected. It could blow up in your face if you use it for example.

 

If you are curious about something or just have a question ask me.

 

Have fun, C may intervene at anytime if he finds out about a rebellion though. :shiftyeyes_anim:

[DOOM Bringer]

This sounds cool, I think I'll join, but what do I do to sign up? Post a name or something?

[Guest Levy]

Yeah, uh, lemme think up a form real quick...

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Personality:

Specialty:

Faction: (With C or against?)

 

There you go, and of course if you want to add more to the form go right ahead.

[DOOM Bringer]

Name: Slash a.k.a Executioner

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Personality: Cool, calm and collected with no remorse. Kills without thinking twice about it. A lone ranger who plays by his own rules and hides nearly all emotion from everybody. Wants to defeat C and wants to do it his way and by himself. He wants REVENGE.

Specialty: Guns(small rifles, pistols, uzis) and swords(katana). An odd combination, but he makes it effective...

Faction: Against C

 

I've never really done RP's before, so I'll see how I go :P

[Guest Levy]

((For starters, when you say anything out of storyline put it in double parenthesis like this. ^^))

((Maybe you could convince AA to join, or other evil members. We could make this RP very complex.))

[antiaircraft]

((This sounds like it's going to be a cool roleplay.

 

Name: Axon

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Personality: Generally cold and hides his emotions, he's good at seeing the neutral point of view, a particular person's point of view, or the big picture, although he isn't very open about it. He is easily irritated, but keeps his anger to himself. He also seems extremely paranoid, although this is perfectly justified in his case.

Specialty: Hacking & programming

Faction: Against C, although he's openly neutral

 

Additional details: Axon never bothers with the name given to him by his parents, since they abandoned him when they realised they didn't have the money to support him. Using his talent with computers to make a living for himself, he eventually became a highly skilled and world renowned hacker. He has multiple computer identities, each with multiple aliases that he uses for communications across the internet. Nobody that knows him as a hacker knows his real-life identity, and nobody that knows him in real-life knows him as a hacker.

 

Resources: Axon is clever enough to do almost anything with a computer given access to it. He used his skills to create a massive botnet that controls virtually every computer on the web, making him quite possibly one of the most powerful people in the world. He pretty much controls the internet, but the world's military networks were placed on closed systems by C, placing them out of Axon's reach. The botnet remains undetected to date.

 

Involvement: Back in 2009, Axon was recruited by an anonymous client to develop a program that could access key supercomputers in the NSA and attain control over them. Assuming that his client was from a rival intelligence agency, Axon completed and delivered the program within a week. Shortly afterwards, the nuclear missile incident occurred and C took control. Delving into his massive botnet, Axon realised that his program had been used to harness the processing power of the NSA supercomputers and direct it through one of the smaller botnets that existed at the time, hacking into the world's military networks and assuming control. He is secretly enraged at what he sees as the blatant misuse of the program, but at the moment there is nothing he can do except continuously siphon funds from C's electronic bank accounts.))

[Guest Levy]

((I gotta make myself a supporter.))

 

Name: Ayde

Age: Unknown (Looks 20)

Gender: Female

Personality: Stolid, with almost no remorse.

Specialty: Sniper and heavy weaponry.

Faction: With C

 

History: This woman literally came out of nowhere and took command of the world's military after the surrender.

 

Ayde stood above the canopy on a hunting stand rusted tight to a tree. Wielding a modified sniper rifle, she stood still between the branches. She was to guard forbidden territory. C had set up numerous areas amongst the world which he deemed forbidden. No one, not even Ayde knew why.

[Midtime]

((Name: Alethei

Age: 2 (though he appears 10)

Gender: Male

Personality: He doesn't really have much of a personality. He was trained from creation to do exactly what he was told, nothing more, nothing less. He has a disconcerting blank stare, and when he speaks his voice is empty of emotion. If and when he is freed, he will begin to develop a bubbly, carefree personality with an underlying current of seriousness.

Specialty: General fighting, armed or unarmed.

Faction: He doesn't know what he's fighting for or why, only that his function is to fight and excel in fighting, and fight whatever he is ordered to.

 

Additional details: Alethei is unusually strong and swift, though nothing really superhuman, and several post-birth genetic alterations have been made to maximise his ability to fight, including a growth accelerator. He is the first attempt by a group of C's scientists to create a super-soldier. However, he is not a first step. The modifications used on him have been gradually perfected over the years in secret and this is a relatively successful attempt to bring them together. No-one apart from his creators and C know of his existence. Several attempts have been made after him, each more successful that the last, but only by a small margin. He was also mentally trained - emotions have been suppressed as well as possible.

 

Involvement: Alethei is hidden on an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, though all of the recognizably man-made facilities are deep underground to avoid satellite detection. He will not be put into actual use if all goes according to plan for the scientists, instead being raised to genetic adulthood so that his full fighting capabilities can be observed. Once he begins to age, he will be killed quickly and efficiently and his corpse thoroughly disposed of.))

 

Alethei prepared for the combat simulation. He thought of it as "The Game", because it was, just like life itself. A game of survival, in which there was only one rule: no second chances.

 

A voice whispered from behind him, "Begin."

 

"Begin." he echoed as his world went black.

 

He opened his eyes. He was in a dense jungle, filled with life. The scene was beautiful, but he did not see it as such. The environment was to be utilized for his purpose. He was here to fight.

 

He checked his weapons. He had access to a rifle with an infrared beam scope, a rapier-thin knife, and an assorted explosives rack, the last of which was empty. He was supposed to fill it.

 

He took this in within a second, and a second was all the time he had before a group of figures exploded out of the thick foliage. He dodged and they narrowly missed colliding. He would have smirked if he knew how to, and if he had had time to do anything but pull out the knife, the most useful for close-quarter combat, before the figures came at him again.

[antiaircraft]

Axon scrutinised his screen as the diagram it was displaying indicated that SKYMON-306 had come into radio contact. SKYMON-306 was one of the most advanced spy satellites in the world, with the latest versions of virtually every piece of monitoring hardware available. It formed part of a network that officially belonged to the NSA, which was, of course, under C's control. Fortunately for Axon, the NSA's intelligence networks had not been moved onto a closed system, mainly because it was impossible for the NSA's ECHELON surveillance system to function properly without some form of connection to the internet.

 

Through his botnet, Axon had accessed the NSA's mainframes and altered the programming on the satellites, so they now recorded another copy of their surveillance and sent it to him in a burst transmission when they came in range. Of course, he didn't risk revealing his location by having them broadcast it directly to his home, but instead he ordered them to transmit the dato to several radio stations around the world, whose computers then relayed it to him via the botnet. It wasn't perfectly real time, but it gave him access to a heck of a lot of surveillance information. He could even digitally alter the images the satellites sent to the NSA if he needed.

 

On this particular occasion, he had pulled one of the satellites slightly out of orbit to scrutinize a particular island in the Pacific Ocean. Strange electromagnetic field readings from an earlier satellite run had aroused his interest in the island, and the latest data confirmed his suspicions. The satellite was unable to spot anything directly, but it had picked up what appeared to be several underwater power/communications cables leading to the island. Axon, however, had been unable to link to any computers within a 250 kilometre radius of the island. Which mean that the island was on a closed network.

 

That meant that it was a military installation of some sort. However, it was, like the rest of C's network, out of Axon's reach. Frustrated, Axon noted down the coordinates for future use, then stood and headed to his kitchen for some coffee.

[Guest Levy]

"Sir," said a computer's voice, "That botnet program we have been monitoring has become active again. Also, an NSA survailence satelite's orbit was resently altered without your consent."

A deeply mechanical voice answered, "Excellent. Keep monitoring the botnet. This hacker might think he created the perfect hold over me, but he will slip up eventually. It's human nature."

[DOOM Bringer]

Slash wandered through the streets. It was dark now and it was well past the curfew, but Slash didn't care, he wasn't afraid of the night patrol. He crept in the dark, nowhere to go and no reason to be here. No reason to be anywhere.

His life had been destroyed when C took control and the only thing he cared about these days was the single thing that would fufil his life's purpose... Revenge. He treaded quietly through the dark and was not alarmed by the sound of heavy footsteps behind him. A deep voice pierced the night's silence behind him, "What do you think you're doing, punk?"

Slash turned to see four scowling men glaring at him fiercely, ready to attack him. Slash remained silent and whipped out his katana, his father's katana, and stood still staring at the ground, unmoving, impenetrable. The four startled men looked at each other and nodded before running fiercly towards him. Slash looked up, a smug grin on his face, completely calm and cool about the situation he was in.

"Bring it." he whispered abruptly, then with four strong men running towards him with intent to damage him, he put his katana in front of him and prepared for impact.

[Loc]

Name:Doc. Loc

Age:?

Gender:Male

Personality:Very mysterious, whisps through the shadows with no sound, prefers to use close combat tactics or take hostages.

Specialty:Knows almost everything about medical studies, and is master in equipment.

Faction:Against C

 

Aditional Information: Once was a part of an organization named Doom where he taught men to be warriors.He is a DOCTOR he has created 4 clones, there is no real Doc anymore, he was killed when he was cloned, but he lives on in these clones, although when he died his brain was buried somewhere in one of his laboratory's, if this brain is taken hold of, that person controls the clones

[antiaircraft]

Axon was settling back into his chair with a cup of coffee when the alert popped up. An unknown network had attempted to send spikes into the thirty-second section of a botnet section he had set up as a decoy. They had obviously spotted the satellite's deviation from orbit and investigated, eventually following the trail back to his botnet. Not bad, not bad, Axon thought, but not good enough either.

 

Tapping his touchscreen a few times, Axon linked the spikes to a 'quarantine' program that fed them false data, while still maintaining the illusion that they had gone undetected, while at the same time he sent his own programs burning up the data trail right back to the closed monitoring network that had spotted him. One of the programs quickly identified an internal surveillance bug network, probably set up by an extremely paranoid boss - like C. He tapped his screen again, routing the data feed from the bugs to another section of the botnet.

 

"Sir," said a computer's voice, "That botnet program we have been monitoring has become active again. Also, an NSA survailence satelite's orbit was resently altered without your consent."

A deeply mechanical voice answered, "Excellent. Keep monitoring the botnet. This hacker might think he created the perfect hold over me, but he will slip up eventually. It's human nature."

 

Axon hesitated briefly, thinking back over the past few years. The voice, presumably one of C's aides, was wrong. Axon had slipped up too many times already. He briefly considered keeping the connection open and monitoring the network, but he decided against it. Any connection could be traced, and although C's hackers weren't that good yet, they were improving. This particular network didn't have anything valuable enough to justify the risk.

 

Reaching for his screen again, Axon rapidly entered a series of commands, downloading a copy of every single piece of data on the network and storing it for future analysis. He then ordered his programs to wipe out the network's systems. The network was probably equipped with backups that would come online within 60 seconds, but damaging C's resources gave him satisfaction. Still, the frustration of not being able to do anything to really oppose C was a blazing inferno in the back of his mind.

 

((May I just take a moment to reiterate that Axon is the absolute master of his domain, although in real life he's just a scrawny guy))

[Midtime]

Alethei slipped past one of the figures, activating a flash grenade on its belt. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, so brief it could have been a blink, to hide his eyes from the grenade's detonation. The figures seemed unaffected. He noted that fact down for future use and dodged a burst of machine-gun fire that came from behind him. He saw the source - far above, in the canopy. He climbed up a tree in a few short leaps, then dodged to another one as a second volley of bullets ripped the first apart. He glimpsed the barrel disappearing into the thick foliage in his target tree.

In about five seconds he was there, lashing out with his leg and knocking the machine gun out of the figure's hand - onto the head of yet another opponent concealed behind a convenient thick branch. Evidently his enemy was well-prepared.

His economic stab into the heart of the black-clad machine-gunner brought a sickening gurgle - if Alethei had felt anything, it would have been elation. The dizzy opponent behind the branch was taken out just as easily. He retrieved the machine-gun, aimed it at the figures climbing up the tree and fired.

[Guest Levy]

The lights went out and everything was black for only a few seconds for the generators to kick in.

"What was that." said a deep mechanical voice to nothingness.

No response.

"RESPOND!" shouted the voice.

The computers hummed to life and responded, "Sorry sir, it appears our network has been hacked and several critical systems are now offline. Back up systems are now coming into effect."

"Is the hack traceable?" queried the voice.

There was a pause then, "Not in our current condition."

There was a deep low rattle from the mechanical voice, much like a growl of frustration, "I am no longer safe here. Arrange for transport, the location is not to go on record. Physical or digital. We nuke this facility in three hours. Don't alert the pond scum working for me."

Then a huge hulking creature arose from a chair it was covered in a large cloak. It began to take giant steps toward an elevator.

[antiaircraft]

Axon spent several agonizing hours meticulously going over the satellite surveillance data, as well as the information he had copied from the network. He categorized and stored anything that was of interest, burning up several cups of coffee in the process, and also sent a few sets of coordinates to resistance movements around the world. They could investigate the locations themselves.

 

His work done for the day, Axon closed any unnecessary applications, leaving a few key programs running in the background, and opened his browser, logging on to several forums, social networking, news, and gaming sites with different identities. Not all of the sites were legal under C's reign.

 

The nuclear incident was, of course, not mentioned on any official news sites, but the illegal ones gave it highly detailed coverage, citing a number of conspiracy theories. These illegal news sites would be shut down within a few days, but new ones would pop up soon after, so anybody with his or her head screwed on the right way could keep up to date with current events without the propaganda - if they could sort through the anti-C bias on the sites.

[Midtime]

Alethei's world changed suddenly, once again becoming the completely plain, painfully white room it had started as. For a few seconds, it seemed to be pitch black, as if the power had gone out. He dismissed this as an effect of coming out of the simulation so unexpectedly.

The door opened. Alethei assumed a neutral position as the escort approached him.

"You are to be taken to the surface," the escort informed him. Anyone else would have been surprised, but Alethei, of course, wasn't. The surface, to his knowledge, had nothing on it that was man-made except the entrance to the base.

No explanation was given. Alethei did not want one - explanations were not necessary. He was to be escorted to the surface. Those were the orders, and as such were indisputable.

Anyone else in his place would also have been surprised that there was a waiting tiltrotor, and that he was obviously being taken towards it. Alethei merely continued to walk.

By this time, of course, he had realised he was being moved. That meant his current location was no longer safe. Which meant that maybe the power had gone out.

The fact was trivial. The cause was trivial. What mattered was that he fulfill his purpose.

 

He stepped up into the cabin.

[DOOM Bringer]

Slash dealt with the four men with ease. They were just grunts and weren't armed with much, they had clubs and some stun guns. They weren't supposed to kill, only injure, to send a message to everyone else: Don't mess with the authority's. Unfortunately for those men, Slash didn't injure, he killed. The four men fell within seconds. Slash rammed his katana into the closest man and he slumped over, lifeless. Slash dodged a stun gun and spun around whipping his katana out of the first man and ramming it into the second. He ducked under a club swing and lunged his katana up, through the third man's neck. The fourth man after seeing his three comrades fall with ease, ran for his life. Slash chased him down without trouble and thrusted the katana through the man's back.

 

Slash pulled his katana out of his victim and wiped off the blood. He surveyed the scene, four foolish men lying dead and blood lying everywhere. Slash just shrugged. "They messed with me" he said under his breath. Then Slash placed his katana carefully on his back and walked off, just another spectre of the night.

[Midtime]

The other passengers in the cabin included most of the scientists and some engineers. Alethei knew without looking that the escort was watching them with a predator's gaze. There was something different about him, as if he wasn't an ordinary escort.

The sky darkened as the tiltrotor took off, turning its engines horizontally. The passengers buckled themselves in.

The tiltrotor suddenly shuddered. It fell until it was almost touching the waves.

"What's going on?!" thundered one of the scientists.

The pilot jiggled the controls frantically. "The tiltrotor appears to be malfunctioning, sir."

"I can see that! Do you think I'm a fool?! I want to know why!"

"Well, sir - "

The pilot was spared the explanation, as the machine ground to a complete halt. The tiltrotor was at the mercy of the ever-heightening waves.

 

A full hour later, the storm calmed. Though the wings and tail of the tiltrotor had been torn off, the cabin itself remained remarkably intact, and even more remarkably, it floated.

 

The sea was gentle as far as the eye could see. A silence hung over the castaways on the makeshift lifeboat as they recovered from their various minor injuries.

 

Only Alethei knew what was amiss, and since he had not been given orders to tell, he said nothing.

 

There had been nothing wrong with the tiltrotor. The pilot had brought the machine down on purpose.

[Loc]

Loc waited in an alley, a bright flash and a mushroom cloud in the distance distracted him, then a light came on in the house above him and brought him back to the mission at hand, he scaled the wall to the window, where he peered in, a small guy was surrounded by computers on all sides, Loc opened thewindow slowly, snuck across the room to the back of the man.

 

"Good evening Axon."

[Guest Levy]

The massive beast siloweted by a cloak got off the elevator in a hangar. It took a few more giant steps before stopping at a large craft.

The beast seamed to take a deep breath the said in a mechanical tone, "Are the preparations ready?"

A man came out from the other side of the craft, "Yes my lord. The Spectre has enough fuel to take you around the world five times."

"I only need to go around half of it. Excellent work." the creature said. Then it climbed into the cockpit.

The man fell to his knee, "Thank you my lord. Enjoy your trip."

The creature found his footing in the craft and pressed a few buttons with, what appeared to be, mechanical hands. Then it said, "I plan to."

The craft hummed to life then helicopter blade began to whirl above it. It hovered ito the open and gained speed. Then two giant wings shot out of the craft and a jet engine in the back shot out a stream of blue fire. Soon the cockpit extended forward and the craft shot off into the distance.

 

((Note: C is a master of mechanical devices. He can not only design vehicles, but weapons too.))

[antiaircraft]

"Good evening Axon."

 

Loc's voice resonated clearly over the speakers in Axon's room. One of the screens beside Axon showed the feed from the webcam trained on Loc. Tapping the touch-screen in front of him, he switched off the holographic projection which Loc had approached, and with another tap, he linked his microphone to the speakers in the room.

 

"Good evening to you. My apologies for the deception, but it is far too dangerous to reveal my true location. I presume you've followed the data trail I left to make contact with me and see if I can provide you with more information?"

[Midtime]

Alethei climbed ashore, even though no-one told him to. No-one was left to give him orders. Another rough storm, a few days of floating, overwhelming hunger and thirst. He was the only survivor. In cases like this, he turned to the most basic, vague orders, that primal code of survival. It was simple; find food, water, and shelter.

But where? He had never been outside the facilities. Without the directions or an escort, he was completely and utterly lost.

So he made the first major decision of his life, the first one outside the battlefield. Head away from the shore, from the sea which he had battled. The cold calculus that had served so well for man's ancestors now told him what it had told them; Keep walking, and things will get better.

So he walked. Away from the Pacific, and towards civilisation, though he didn't know it was there. Though he didn't know he was walking towards the place where he would find his first friend.

[antiaircraft]

While Axon was waiting for Loc to answer, he noticed an irregularity in the surveillance data that had been downloaded from the NSA satellite just moments earlier. In an apparently derelict hangar on a supposedly deserted former war zone, a highly unusual aircraft had simply appeared, taken off, and disappeared. Something else to do with C... he thought, then he turned his attention back to Loc, waiting for him to answer.

[DOOM Bringer]

Slash wandered through the dark, quiet streets angrily. He didn't want to hurt anyone besides C, but they got in my way. He tried to close his mind and kept walking. He didn't know where he was going or why, he was just looking for answers. He was nearing the shore now, he remembered this place from his childhood, ancient history, this is my life now. Suddenly, a movement caught his eye and he turned to face it. There, in his childhood playground devoid of all life, he saw the strangest thing... A cold, wet boy walking towards him from the ocean.