Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
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Post by Andaru on Nov 22, 2011 1:43:43 GMT
This RP takes place in the not too distant future, the actual year it takes place is vague because the war has caused people to neglect remembering to exact date.
Basically what has happened in humans explored a bit too far into space and so attracted the attention of a robotic race who saw them as a threat, not so much because of how advanced they were but because they had free will and so could pose many a problem.
So this war was brought upon humanity and much of the population has been destroyed, those left are typically in isolated pockets of resistance. For this RP at least early on I would like the main focus to be around Las Vegas which has been reduced to rubble and is mostly a desert.
I'm going say enemies and technology can be whatever you want at this point like my other RP as long as it's not too ridiculous. I think having others input into this bit will make it much more creative and interesting as it goes on.
Well that's the intro for this RP if you have any questions feel free to get hold of me and in the meantime, on with the story! =)
(If anything seems off it is because I'm tipsy) ___________________________________________________________
“Artemis…. ARTEMIS!” Shouted a nearby woman. The man known as Artemis didn’t respond however. Just then an explosion sent him tumbling across the floor.
“Get the fuck up! I am not going to let you get us killed!” She shouted again, this time trying to force him to react. This time however he got up, as another explosion hit nearby, they were lucky as this one missed its target.
“Yer, yer I get it I need to move.” Artemis said forcing himself to run. The pair headed for a nearby stone building. It had been mostly blown apart but it would still offer them cover whilst they regained their composure.
“You know, I figured this would be a much easier job than what were used to.” The woman spoke again. She had shoulder length blonde hair, sharp facial features bearing many a scar. Her dark piercing eyes filled with experience and a dark past you couldn’t imagine. She had definitely been in this situation a few times in the past. She wore a camouflaged jacket and pants which were torn fitting in with the rest of how she looked, she wasn’t too tall but her commanding figure made up for that.
“So what’s the plan then?” She spoke again. Artemis looked at her for a few seconds contemplating the situation.
“The hell should I know, I’m winging it. C’mon Rags don’t look at me like that.” She wasn’t impressed. Rags wasn’t her actual name but she didn’t like the name her mother gave her and when she first met Artemis she had been living on the streets for a while after running away from home. He had called her that after they had gone into an argument when she stole his bag. They couldn’t explain why they still hang around with each other but they had been glad they did.
“Well whilst you get blown to pieces I’ll sit back here and figure out how ‘I’ will get out of this alive.” She went and moved to the back of the building they were in. It had once been three stories but the bombardment had taken off the top one and the second one didn’t really seem that stable. Artemis looked out of what remained of the window, approaching fast were a group of cyber soldiers. No one really knew where they had come from but they had instantly started slaughtering any of the population they could find. They came with advanced weapons and were near impossible to destroy. Some had been lucky and taken out a few and dissected them and had progressed the human’s technology by at least 400 years. There was fighting all over the planet and much of the population had been killed or taken captive and forced to work in camps helping the cyborgs create their vast armies.
“Well at the moment, unless help gets here we're pretty much screwed!” Artemis responded, just then Rags began to laugh and Artemis joined in. It was clear they were too used to this kind of predicament.
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