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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by LordNecross on March 23, 2017, 07:57:40 AM »
Ursea was currently in the athletic center, she had woken up early to get in some exercise before the upcoming mission. She wasn't sure when but she figured it would be today, hence why she was awake.

She was on the training mat, which was near the weights and exercise equipment, it was a rather large space to allow for various types of exercise as well as sparring. Currently however she was doing sit ups on the ground, each crunch straining her core muscles. The reason for the strain though was that the training mat space was capable of variable gravity, and this had many implications for training and sparring. However its more simple application was training under higher gravity conditions, which meant doubling the gravity for Ursea. For the Kurgesha, double gravity meant something else entirely, so it was inadvisable for most others to attempt such a setting without working up to it, and assuredly not for extended periods of time.

After a few more reps though she was done, sweat drenched in her tight yoga pants and sports bra, and she got up and headed briefly to the washroom where she splashed her face in some cold water a few times before heading up to her room to clean up.

It wasn’t long after this though that the call came through, it was time to prepare for battle, and so after a quick wash and dry she slipped on her tight body suit, which was a matte black suit with a carbon weave that had a kinetic reactive fluid throughout it, hardening to help dull or deflect impacts. The suit by itself though was only good for stopping low caliber weapons and shrapnel, it was merely the final line of defense. Next came a vest and some padding for vital areas, the vest was made with layers of dense carbon fibers and light plates embedded within, hers specifically was a light variant covering only her chest and central mass. Other pads were attached to her thighs to protect the vital arteries from damage, and provide latch point for her final armor attachments. The final most important part of Kurgeshan Soldier armor is the armored plates, specifically ceramic plating typically with a core of dense metal alloy which varies depending on the quality of materials, but typically standard issue gear is more than enough. She only had a few plates, one on her front that protected her neck, and chest. This one had a matching plate on the back that helped to protect the spine and back of the neck as well. The frontal plate is angular to help in deflecting enemy fire and dispersing impacts. The few other plates she had attached to her forearms, shins and the sides of her thighs. Overall it was a light version of typical Kurgeshan soldier armor, as befitted her role.

“Alright Suu-Suu its time,” She said as she finished and put on her helmet which sealed shut with a clamp and hiss, “We are going on a new hunt.”

The Guttluok perked up a bit after she said this, and the duo headed out, down to the Cargo bay to stop by the armory for her weapons than join the others.


Osiris had wasted no time after the others had been called, he was already armed and armored down in the bay, watching as the drop ship lowered from the ceiling. He held his power shield in his left hand, the large metal and ceramic shield was unadorned, only meant for it practical application and not for show. Magnetically clamped to his left hip was his chainsword, similarly it had no adornments, a practical weapon for a practical warrior. Lastly was his laser rifle, which was attached to his back in case he needed the range.

He turned around and watched as the various members of the team he assembled appeared, each seemed to be ready or as ready as they could manage for the fight ahead. That was all that could be expected, for now at least, and the task at hand would be the easiest they would face, of that he was sure. So it was best to start here, this exercise would test them in combat and help in intelligence gathering which would be very important in times to come.

When they were all assembled they boarded the drop ship, which was sleek but spacious enough for the whole team, including the beast as well.

“Be prepared, we will be ground side soon, we will be landing in a clearing that will cover our arrival. We will observe first, then attack after a plan of action is decided. This may not always be the case every time, you may be expected to go in under fire in future tasks, so use this opportunity as I am sure most of you have experience real combat before, and for those that haven’t you must learn quickly.” He said to them as the dropship's door shut and sealed. A slight hum was heard as its stealth systems engaged while they exited the ship, and headed down towards the planet.
“We have taken some orbital images of where we will be landing, the Orks seem to have set up around some alien structure that is protruding from the the surface of the planet, we will need to clear their presence outside before we attempt to make our way into the structure. Be prepared.” He said as he held onto a rail on the ceiling of the drop ship interior as he looked at each of them through his helmets visor.

An image of the surface projected on screens in the drop ship holding area, it gave a pretty clear overview of what was to be expected, from what they could tell there were some smaller green creatures as well, but the picture was not zoomed in enough to give any close visual detail besides the layout.

Spoiler for Map and Combat Rules:



Grots/gretchin are cannon fodder, they are armed with knives and low caliber revolvers, you may kill them with impunity, just do not god mod. For this tutorial though orks will not be considered cannon fodder, you will need to make rolls against them. Any time you use a skill though, a roll is needed, I can edit in what happens. Make very clear which enemies you attack and what you are doing. Other than that, have fun and be creative.

Soon the sound of the ship touching ground in the clearing was heard, it was time. The Drop ship ramp went down and they headed out making their way toward the edge of the forest but no further as Osiris held up his hand to signal them to stop.

In the distance they could see a huge 38 meter long ship, it was an ork landing craft, it seemed cobbled together with thick metal plates and bolts and adornments of tribal like skull visages, its paint scheme seemed to involve various colors, like reds, yellows, black and blue. It looked rather damage though too like it had seen combat before coming here. Near its entrance they could see some orks, and a plethora of shorter thinner green creatures that the larger orks seemed to be in the process of bullying the smaller creatures. They would need a closer look to gather other details.
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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by mikethor007 on March 20, 2017, 03:14:58 AM »
Khrelan was in his cabin, when the call came. He had set his pad to buzz him awake if such a summons was made. And the damn thing worked, waking him up right in the middle of a very weird dream. The last he remembered of it as he wiped the bleary eyed look from his face was a planet, with part of its surface blown apart and flung into space, exposing various layers of the matle and core.

He quickly discarded his civilian clothes and got into his armor undersuit. He then made a beeline to his locker in the armory, tough he had to jump over what seemed like thada's clothes strewn on the floor. He suited up, donning each armor piece in sequence. For last, he put on his helmet, which went through a seal test.

He then fetched his weapons, attaching them to their respectives maglocks. His sinper rifle on the back, his pistol at the side of his hip. Both weapons already had a clip inside. He then took out 4 extra clips for each weapon and attached them to their places.

Checking that he had everything he intended to take with him, he closed and locked his locker and walked out of the armory, heading to the hangar bay.
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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by killer rin on March 19, 2017, 07:30:25 PM »
Having worked late into the night on the Ork Physiology and other documents that were released. When the alarms came in Ailuin was slouched over and fast asleep at one of the terminals. Because of this, it was only his Telepathic Tablet piping the ships comms into his dreams that caused him to finally stir and awaken to catch the message on repeat. Wiping his eyes he quickly got up from his seat and made his way to his room where he would begin to quickly gear up and gather his things.

During the walk he had the information of the planet they were going piped into his head so he knew which customizations for his Wet Suit he would need, which wasn't much considering he was already within his customized Wetsuit which he had used during his time in Colonial Security.

All he had to do to be completely ready for combat was to detach his labcoat element from his suits attach points and throw it into the hamper before walking over to the single Combat attachment he had. The attachment just being an extra layer of protection to protect his suit and him from being punctured by knives or bullets in addition to a simple holographic projector on the arm piece and additional pockets which he had prefilled with portable science equipment that connected into his tablet which was within his Wetsuits front pocket.

Thinking back, it had been awhile since he had last worn it, five years to be exact. He didn't let this slow him down however and soon he was fully suited up and ready. The last thing was his weapons. The Doctor walking over to his desk where he picked up his Photonic Pistol and Nanoblade Dagger, attaching them to the magnetic hardpoints on his thighs.

Walking out of the room, the doctor stopped to grab his suit's helmet attachment which he had hanging on the wall before heading to the shuttle bay. The entire time it took was a minute from start to finish, not including the time to get to his room and to get to the shuttle
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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by wisekill1 on March 19, 2017, 06:35:32 PM »
Freya hummed along the tune of an ancient Kaveni war-song as she undressed in her room and changed into her armor's undersuit. One by one she checked every compartment for being airtight, all seals ok. Freya walked out of her room with only her head uncovered by the form-fitting black carbon fiber and fabric suit.

Freya entered the elevator and made her way to the armory, still humming along with the song. She began attaching armor plates to her undersuit, starting with her torso and legs. The heavy armor itself wasn't airtight, this made it very easy to attach and reattach the plates. And it made sure that Freya could still use the suit without trouble even though half of the plates have been replaced somewhere in her long military and mercenary career. Finally, when every overlapping plate was attached she put on her gloves and helmet. The helmet was the only armor piece that made a seal with her undersuit. Now that Freya's body was completely removed from the ship's atmosphere she turned her attention to her weapons.

She took her assault rifle with an underside grenade launcher, Freya took a mix of explosive, anti-personal and flame grenades. As well as a few charges of heavy explosives. Finally she filled her remaining pouches with ammunition and various engineering tools. She made sure the water canisters build into her leg armor were filled to the brim.

Finally satisfied with her kit Freya got back into the elevator and made her way to the docking port.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by Tobbs on March 19, 2017, 02:14:21 PM »
The skin was always the best part, Thada thought as he downed another chunk of the bird in front of him. That's where all the seasoning stuck, and where that wonderful crispy taste could be found. With the steel point in his hand, he slid off the golden-brown surface of one of the bird's legs, and quickly snatched it with his sharp teeth before swallowing it with a single gluttonous gulp. He took a moment to look around the mess hall again. Just like most other times he was there, he was alone, which he didn't really understand. Did really none of them eat at this hour, or did they eat inside their rooms or something? Bah, lunchtime is lunchtime; he doesn't need someone to interrupt his meal anyhow.

 "All crew Members, gather your combat equipment and all other necessary items. Gather in the Docking bay, we will be descending planet side in the drop-ship shortly."

Thada looked up when he heard Aesen's voice. His face cracked up in a toothy grin. Finally, a good fight coming. And not just a fight, but actual combat. He'd mostly fought drunk troublemakers and cheeky wannabe thugs who thought they were something because they had knives for the last few years. This battlefield dry spell had gone on way too long. He looked at the still steaming-hot bird on the plate before him. Taking a last large bite out of the leg he was holding, Thada got right up from his seat and with brisk steps walked towards the elevator.

Going down to the bottom floor, he promptly entered the armoury. He wasted no time in getting equipped, starting with tearing off all his civvie clothes and throwing them on the floor next to him. He then worked on his combat suit - a tight-sitting, single-piece outfit made of a suit of thin super-insulating fabric covered by a sturdy layer of carbon nanotubing, which itself was covered by another layer of fabric that held the countless micro-electronics that would electronically connect all the pieces of the suit. On top of this were two dozen plates of varying sizes, made of some sort of ultra-light metal alloy that he didn't really know the science behind. On the large breastplate hung a smaller, thin, curved plate in three thin tubes. He promptly took this plate and placed it over his neck, and felt the familiar sting of the tubes piercing into his neck, connecting his arteries with the suit's internal adrenal pump. After this he quickly put his oxygen mask back on and took a few deep breaths to make up for the oxygen lost. The plates covered the vast majority of his body, but there were still spots here and there left bare so as to not compromise mobility. This was made up however, by the personal shielding that quietly hummed to life when Thada activated his suit's electronics. He cursed himself yet again for losing his helmet, as the shielding only went as far as the plates could sustain it. His suit only went up to his neck as well, which meant his head was completely exposed with no form of protection. He ran his finger once again over the largest scar on his face; they would not exist had he not lost that damn helmet.

Having put on his armour in a short three minutes, Thada then took the wristblades he had locked up nearby. He put clamped them onto his wrists, testing each by moving up his hand and watching as the long, thin blade shot out with a loud clang as the mechanisms pushed it out as fast as they possibly could. After that, Thada took out his trusty Stinger - the large submachine gun he had carried with him all these years. Loading in a full magazine and locking four additional mags onto the magnetic slots on his lower back, he then put it on safety and slung it over his shoulder, then went out the door, ready to report to the docking bay.
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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by Ragez on March 19, 2017, 10:12:54 AM »
Zeph sat in his room, hooked up to his charger as he meditated, when the call finally came in...

The crystal glimmered orange for a moment, as Zephirus began to chant in Vispeak while slowly caressing his knife:

"Let life be fuel for the stars, so that stars may remain. Let each bolt strike true, and eliminate another spark from the raging fire. Let our knife stab into the deepest recesses of their soul, and eliminate all trace of the parasite we call life. Our existence has value, our life has meaning: Our fire burns brighter than the cosmos itself, for we are its savior and guardian, and the last fire to be extinguished shall be our own."

"Let it burn, let it burn, let it all burn to the ground. Stir the ashes, crumble the atoms, and return all to perfect symphony: For we are an abomination, and so is everybody else."

Zeph returned, crystal glimmering blue, as he smiled and slung his Zivine Particle Beam LMG around his shoulder with an electric camo strap. He strapped his knife to his waist, and strode out to meet the rest: Devoid of armor or any clothing whatsoever...all it did was slow him down, anyway. He walked over to the transport bay, grinning as he prepared to meet and greet the reason the galaxy existed in the first place:

Entertainment.
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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by Grif101 on March 19, 2017, 08:30:49 AM »
Neal was laying on his bed going over the data on his pad when the call came out over the comms. Apparently they had arrived in their destination.

"Go time" Neal quietly said to himself as he put the pad down and began putting on his equipment. Neal quickly slipped out of his casual clothes, putting on his black BDU's taken from his storage space. He quickly then laced on his combat boots, before slapping on his body armour. The Commercial Combat Vest was based on designs used by the armed forces, and consisted of bare, blackened metallic plates strapped on his legs, forearms and torso, resistant to rifle-grade ammo as well as shrapnel. Next he put on his web gear over his armour, being sure to fill their pockets with ammunition, his field tablet, rations, water pack, his Combat First Aid Kit as well as his weapon maintenance tools. Next he strapped his combat knife to his chest, snugging it tightly before holstering his pistol to his outer thigh, racking the slide then putting on its safety before holstering it. He then picked up his GA-21 Pulse Carbine, opening up its body and inserting a clip, before closing it up with a satisfying *click*, setting the carbine to auto before switching on its safety. Putting the carbine down, he then slipped on his full helmet, the HUD lighting up as it began scanning and interacting with the environment, as well as interfacing with his armour and weapons, showing his biosigns and weapons status in the top left of his visor.

All this he did under four minutes, having years of practice getting ready for combat drops and insertions in an often short window of time. He did a quick pat down of himself, going over a mental checklist in his head to ensure he had everything, before leaving quarters and locking the door, then heading off in the direction of the transport bay, his boots making a distinct *thud* *thud* sound as he moved at a brisk pace, already mentally preparing himself to face off against what promised to be an...interesting opponent.

Spoiler for Neal's Armour, a cut down version of this:

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PBP Games / It Begins
« Last post by LordNecross on March 19, 2017, 08:00:19 AM »
A Full day had past since the briefing, the team was an interesting bunch to say the least and only time would tell if they would be functional together.

Osiris was currently in the bridge going over some intel for their first task, the crew had not been notified yet, but they had already jumped to the target system. The system in question was in the far reaches of the galaxy in unexplored space that had not been visited by any of the major species from which he picked his recruit. The system had a yellow phase star that was mid-life and the system included a few gas giants in its outer reaches with a very dense nebula cloud surrounding the entire system. The innermost part of the system contained three rocky planets, two of them were very close to the star and orbited in much shorter intervals than the third rocky planet.

This third planet was their destination, it was in the habitable zone of the system, giving it a rather temperate climate. It was easily seen even with normal telescopic optics that there was greenery on the surface of the planet. Further exploration of data Aesen picked up indicated the planet to have water in collections of lakes and rivers, with no seas or oceans except for one super massive lake on one side of the planet. It seemed to be the perfect garden world, temperate with a breathable atmosphere, something the orks would ruin merely by setting foot on the world.

Osiris looked at the data being projected in the bridge, “The orks have already landed it seems, its a small craft. This will be a good exercise for them, see if they are ready.”

“Master Osiris, I have detected an anomaly on the surface, I detected first with surface scanning equipment, but now that the clouds have moved a bit, its visually noticeable. It glints in the light.” Aesen observed as he pulled up an image that did indeed showed light reflecting off of what could be a metallic object.

“It appears to be partially buried in the ground, scans indicated the object to be at least a kilometer long. From what I can tell Its a ship.” Aesen finished.

“That has to be why the orks are here, but why in such a small group? We will need more information, but we can’t get that until Landing. Gather the team, tell them to arm themselves and to meet in the docking bay, we will take the drop ship down to the surface.” Osiris said as he walked out of the bridge and took the elevator down.

Aesen the spoke on the ships Audio System, “ All crew Members, gather your combat equipment and all other necessary items. Gather in the Docking bay, we will be descending planet side in the drop-ship shortly.”

With that the call had been made, it was time to test them.

Spoiler for Am I right, Marines?:
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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« Last post by mikethor007 on March 16, 2017, 08:17:38 PM »
Khrelan got up from the chair and started doing stretching exercises. The ammount of crackling and popping that came from his joints was something fierce.

He looked around to see if Thada was still around. Didn't see him. Checked to see where Suu-suu was, so as not to have any surprises by bumping into the beast. Which seemed to be... relaxing? napping? out of the pool.

Khrelan didn't know how long it would take for Urseas's hunting beast to get used to the rest of the team, including himself, so he decided to play cautious.

Moving nearer the pool he greeted Freya with a short "Ta", bringing a fist toward his chest. "Hello Freya." He didn´t know how greet a Kurg, so he decided on "Hello Ursea. I hope that little outburst from Thada won't make you feel unwelcome here."

"Have a nice...er...swim."

He turned around and walked out of the room, heading towards his cabin. Perhaps he could fetch his sniper rifle and practice in the firing range.
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