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Imraj stood in a desert, regretting ever taking this job. The brutal sandstorms covered the base he was working in on a daily basis, the wind could tear through the hardest of clothing and bust any window in sight, but that still didn't stop NT from setting up a base on Arcis VI. So he stood there, wearing a pair of goggles with cloth wrapped around his face, a helmet tightly secured on his head, with a dusty camo greatcoat protecting his body from the died down sands as he wore body armour underneath. jackboots prevented the sand from getting into his socks, but barely. As he looked around him, he could see similarly dressed men, each one surveying the site, looking for any sight of raiders. A little over 10 years ago Arcis VI was host to a violent civil war as people fought against NT's control. No one was sure what started it, but the other side won and failed to set up a proper government. Within 6 months, the planet devolved into a anarchy. Gangs roamed the deserts, attacking settlements and brutally murdering anyone they came across. But as NT began to move it's forces back in, the planet was on it's way back to proper living as mercenaries, like Imraj, were hired to bring order back. Imraj soon felt a tapping at his shoulder and turned to see a member of his squad, evident by the mark he bore on his helmet (A blue star) motioning him to follow. They soon re-entered the base and Imraj was face-to-face with the commander of the base, Alastair. Alastair was dressed in a black suit, wearing a black trench-coat to match. With jackboots and a pistol on his waist Alastair looked to be a very important man, but his usual smile was gone, a expression of annoyance covered his face. "BRAR!" He screamed, his face inches away from Imraj. "You fucking get your fucking ears checked, hear me? We called you inside five fucking times!". It took Imraj nearly every fiber of his being not to yell back "Apologies, the sand must of gotten back into my earpiece, sir.". Alastair, looking discontent with Imraj's responce said "Get to your squad briefing room, they're waiting on you.". Imraj nodded and spun on his heel, making his way down the grey metal walls to a door with a Blue Star on it, he pressed it open and walked in. The room was a spacious one with a row of chairs in the center, facing a podium. There were four doors, each one with a different symbol on them. A red cross, a grey wrench, A gold star, and a laser carbine. Each one represented the medical, engineering, command, and armoury rooms respectively. Imraj was about to enter the armoury to gear up when he noticed the rest of the squad starting at him from the opposite end of the room. "About fucking time." Muttered his squad leader, Davis. Imraj merely grunted and open the door. He grabbed a C-20r and put it on his waist, grabbing two clips to use as ammo he also grabbed a Colt 1911 and shoved it into a small holster on his chest. After a short trip into the medical section to refill his stores of medicine in his backpack, Imraj turned to the rest of his squad and nodded. They left the room and began to walk towards the dock, due to the high sands of the planet the best form of transport was a mag-lev train. As they all clambered into the cars the Squad Leader gave the OK to the engineers to start up the train, and they began to speed down the tracks. "What arrrrre we even going forrr?" Asked a tajara who was checking his shotgun's ammo. "Raiders, what else?" Responded one of the squad's grunts. Davis, noticing the talking, said "Raiders hit another mining colony, we're to go in there and check the area with local defenders.". "Joy." muttered one of the engineers in the car "Can't believe NT is bothering to try to civilize this dump.". "What'd you expect?" grumbled the tajara from earlier "Planet has plasma, NT wants it.". Davis looked out the windows of the train and said "If you ask me, they sho--" his words were cut short as a large boom washed over the train, as it began to go out of control, flipping over numerous times before finally stopping. Imraj groaned and unbuckled himself "Everyone good?". The other soldiers all groaned and muttered yes. The tajara was immediately out of his seat and forced open the door on the side of the train car "Everrryone out.". As Imraj clambered out with the rest of the group he saw the damage to the train. The tracks were demolished, completely gone as parts of the train were smoking and on fire, the cargo inside eitherly destroyed or scattered on the floor. Another deafening boom has heard as a train car, the engine, as destroyed in an explosion. Davis looked at the wreckage and yelled "Everyone! Get your fucking gear on and starting running down the tracks! This was not an accident.". The soldiers quickly packed whatever they could take and began to walk down the tracks as they heard another boom, the track in front of them as decimated. "What the hell?!" Screamed an engineer, "Fucking tracks must of been built on some sort of ex--" again, the man's words were cut again as a large horn was heard from behind them. All the soldiers turned at once to see a collection of vehicles in the distance spewing black smoke and carrying banners on them. "Shit, shit,shit." said the engineer as he turned to Davis "Do we surrender?". Davis merely looked at the panicking trooper and said "No, they were likely the ones who set the trap, they knew someone was gonna come here eventually and laid in wait." Imraj looked away from the on-coming storm of black smoke and says "Then what the hell do we do?". "Grab what the hell you can, and run." Stated Davis before he began to run towards a near-by spire of red rock. The other soldiers followed suit, unsure of what was to come next...

Slaughter Imraj Brar, do it

Cain looks around him and says to O'Connor "Hear that?". Before walking off to the source of the noise.

Cry myself to sleep, in despair of the terrible conditions around me.

Name: Skrag Obryn. Age: 22 Physical Description: Thin man standing at 5 foot 11. Jet-black hair with yellow eyes. Very hairy, yellowing teeth(Missing a few), usually slumped over, wears stitched togather wolf fur as clothing and carries around a bow and knives. Also wears snow goggles frequently. Home Fiefdom: Lands of the barbarian tribes, north of the valley's mouth. Profession: Wandering recluse. Backstory: Skrag was born far, far beyond the valley, in a tribe of people known as "The Feather People". As Skrag grew up, he learned how to hunt with his father and how to sew, cook, and make art with his mother. As part of his coming of age ritual at age 16 Skrag had to follow his father into a raiding party into the lands of the Russians. Skrag never made it back, his father was stabbed to death by a Russian spearman before Skrag could rush to his side. Now, dishonoured and not willing to return home, Skrag wanders the land of the valley, foraging, hunting, and stealing for survival. Shortly after being chased out of a Russian village for cheating in a Tavern card game, he began to make his way towards Vasiliberg.

While Cain walks behind O'Connor he asks "What's with you and magic? You almost blew Inis' head off when she asked for a wand.".

Cain walks out to greet O'Connor and sighs "Inis and what's-his-face is still screwing around in that armoury, shall we continue checking out the town?".

Cain looks at Inis and Gideon and grumbles "I'm gonna follow him and make sure he doesn't murder anyone else...". Before he walks out of the door he looks at Inis and says "I'll keep an eye out for that stick.".

Cain says "Inis, if you want a demonstration of the use of th--" as his words are cut off with he notices O'Connor pointing his gun at Inis and points his own shotgun at him "Don't.Even.Fucking.Think.About it.".

Cain began to rifle through the pile of weaponry before pulling out a Winchester Model 1897 out, with the stock cut off and the top barrel cut short. He then picks up a steel axe with a wooden grip and says to Inis whilst slipping them in between his belt and jeans "These are not 'metal club things', they're the best god-damn warfare invention I've ever seen."

Cain mutters as he enters the room and begins search for anything he can use.

Cain stares at the sight of a painted gun on the door. Grabbing a sharp axe he begins to hack away at the door while muttering "Please be something useful...".

What it says on the the tin. Reason why is... A: Security going and permabrigging/robbing wizard of all items, usually causing wizards to not be able to do much or possibly having a vendetta against sec to get their items back. B: Murderboning, wizards are able to turn people into apes, slimes, or just outright kill them or breach the station with a single spell, causing an absolute crapton of damage. C: Just the absolute silliness of it all, we're a serious heavy RP server and yet we have people running around in robes, turning crewmembers into xenomorphs. ...And that is my reasons why Wizard should be taken out the Secret Rotation so it can only be voted for directly, if anyone wants a round of (Usual) chucklefuckery.

Cain glares at Inis for a short while before walking out the building and slamming the door behind him shut. Looking around the town, he begins to walk towards the blacksmith shop.

Canon the Canon Emperor of Canonkind

@SinghKing-I have no idea why CC even employs bald people anymore, they always fuck everything up.

Cain leans against the building wall with The Corporal and mutters "Well, that was fuckin' great...". He slowly gets up from the wall and says "I suppose introductions are in order?" sticking his hand out towards The Corporal.

Cain quickly pulled himself from Malcolm's grip and began to sprint towards the village with the others whilst yelling "Fucking hellhole! This is just fucking dandy!"

@singhking-Fucking science made slimes that could float through walls and they massacred medbay #WhyAmIOnThisGodDamnStation

Shook his head at Inis' questions "No, and I'm sure of who I am myself...name's Cain, by the way.". Taking notice of the point ears on Inis' head, Cain asks "Never seen ears like those on a human before.".

Cain woke up from a nightmare of being assaulted by swirling black smoke, as he pulled himself up he noticed his surroundings and stared, confused, at another humanoid rising off the ground. "Hey!" he calls out to her. "Who are you? Where am I?".

@Singhking- I'm working a shift with dicklizard, Whiny bitch Wyatt, and fuckatorio #FML.

~@Singhking~ A tajara just murdered someone over a sexist comment#WhyAmIOnThisGodDamnStation

Hell yes, robotic German shepherds with teeth to stun or kill, move quickly, with integrated sec HUDs.

Name: Cain Woods. Age: 35 Race: Human Fears: Demons, death. Likes: Successful Cases, Cleaning his weapons, most of his hunting buddies. Dislikes: Monsters, assholes, police. Short Backstory: There are terrible things in this world, and there must always be someone to fight against them. In the 21th century, these fighters for humanity were known as "Hunters". Hunters lived short, lonely, and terrible lives, but it was always for others. Like many other hunters, Cain got into the business when his father was murdered by a vampire, he knew the creature was more than human when he emptied an entire glock into it and it merely laughed. Cain's very first case was a demon possession, he was captured and at the foul monster's mercy for 3 days, enduring terrible torture until he escaped. Thankfully, many of his other cases were more successful as he ran in with a fellow hunter who owned a roadhouse in which other hunters would use as their base of operations. As he began to tangle with witches and warlocks, he began to use magic to aid him in cases and to avoid demon detection, possession, and nearly found a spell that could cause demons in a 50 kilometre radius to instantly leave their hosts. One day, he was playing poker with some of his friends when an attack happened. Black smoke poured into the house and began to spread a fire, as it engulfed his friend Cain closed his eyes and prepared for death. When he opened them again, he stood in a green field with nothing but his blue plaid shirt and a dusty pair of jeans. Skills: Extensive knowledge of guns, strong, good knowledge of magic(Likely not usable, may lead to funny situations.)