Killzone: The Lost Lines
Chapter 1: First Contact
The dropship fell through the muddy weather like a stone, buffeted by high winds, rain and lightening as it tried to reach the Helghan surface. Captain Jake Viquez held onto his restraints with both gloved hands, hoping that the storm would give them cover from Helghast anti-air defences. Beside him in another drop-harness was seargent Bob Silverman, a recruit from Earth who took quite a liking to war on the front. Corperal Derek 'Scope' Spiner sat opposite him. His blue eyes were a shade of hazy gray in the emergancy lights of the dropship. Derek's face was calm and controlled as he stroked his sniper rifle with an ungloved palm. Beside him were Lieutenant's Kevin Trastor and Bryce Carvana. Six other troops filled out the payload of the drop.
Captain Viquez glanced out the slitted and heavily armoured plate-glass as a flash-bolt from the lightening nearly struck them. The dropship shuddered under the turbulance and felt like a rollercoaster as Viquez's stomach churned when the gravity randomly shifted around him. The craft jolted as it was hit by a massive gust of air.
"One minute!" The pilot shouted.
Viquez looked up. "Ok people. This is a kill or be killed drop. Remember that the Helghast are at home here, we're entering an environment that they are used to and we are the first ISA assualt team to land." He got anxious looks from several troops including Silverman. "Lock and load. Prepare for drop. Attack wave Alpha will be behind us. We are to cause as much havoc as possible, take out the air-defense turrets and cut off Helghan communications."
Kevin looked up with grim determinationon him face then looked to Bryce. "If it has red eyes, sir..."
"...we'll kill it!" Bryce finished.
Viquez nodded to the two Lieutenants. "Right. Twenty seconds."
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The Helghan command centre had long sinse known that an ISA attack was immenant. On a screen pasted in red lines was the storm pattern that surrounded the zone above. Orange dots represented the approaching ISA dropships and blue dots marked AA gun emplacements. The screens operator pressed the command button and the blue dots began flashing while the storm lines expanded.
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"Fifteen seconds!"
Loaded and ready the ISA assualt team waited for a green light or the soft shudder of the landing gear to tell them to pop the hatch. Neither happened. Instead the dropship stalled as the wind pushed them from below. Suddenly bright tracer fire scattered through the air along with the streaks of missiles and bolts of lightening. It caused a mass hysteria as explosions ripped apart the surrounding wave. Reducing 50 dropships carrying 550 ISA assualt troops to merely 17 dropships and 187 troops in a matter of seconds. The remaining assualt craft crashed to Helghan. Some exploded, some shredded, others simply grounded themselves uncerimoniously in muddied ground while several sucessfully landed.
Viquez held on to the drop-harness as the dropship spun and careened through the air. His stomach lurched as the world for him twisted with freightening speed. Caught in a freak tornado the ship spiralled out of even a sense of control and hit the ground. The first hit broke the Captains restraints and caused the craft to bounce and flip back into the air. Viquez fell out of his seat flying towards the opposite bulkhead and Spiner when as the ship spun in mid air 180 degrees he found himself slamming head first into his own seat. "Ah!"
The dropship flipped several more times across the ground then corkscrewed around as rain slicked mud caused the ship to dig gouges in the ground. The craft slammed into the metal mesh of a defense wall and the cockpit crushed inwards. With a final flip the dropship settled into the mud 200 hundred meters from the inner defense mesh after flipping over it and spreading the ground in its wake.
The wind howled and the rain made thudding noises as it soaked the craft into the ground. Viquez's body was caught between two broken crash seats and a metal pilon. His face was bloodied and his left are hung limp. Seargent Silverman quickly unbuckled his harness which had been hanging from a single remaining support pilon and fell to the upside ceiling scrambling over to the Captain. "Sir!"
Lieutenant Carbana unbuckled and fell to the upside down roof. He quickly knelt beside Silverman who was checking the unconscious Captain for life-signs. Kevin got free and gathered his M82 assault rifle then moved over to the emergancy lower hatch controls. The controls shorted out when he activated them. Sending sparks across his tactical outfit. "Powers out."
Other troops dragged themselves free and with curses and yelps they fell to the ceiling deck."Lieutenants?"
"Frank. Get that door open and prepare to move. Bryce hows the Captain?!"
Bryce stood and looked over. "He'll be dead in a few hours.. He needs medical." Carvana turned and helped Derek down. "Seven."
"Right... Shoot him and then gather the extra ammo."
Bryce nodded, understanding that Viquez would be better with a quick death as would be merciful. He raised his assault rifle and chambered a round.
Silverman stood back, a med-scan showing vitals in the red. He turned and went to retrieve his M82.
Five of the ISA soldiers flinched when the expect flash and bang of the mercy shot killed their leader. Frank managed to manually open the emergancy hatch to the harshness of wind-swept rain and to see grazing explosions in the air as Helghast fired into the sickly yellow-gray murky storm. He climbed out, slid along the undersides hull and fell into the mud. Three others followed. They slid down the downtrodden hull and landed beside Frank. The Private quickly sweeped the area visually but the thick soup of the strom rain impaired visibility. The others fanned out to covering positions as Corperal Derek spashed into the muddy water. He raised his sniper. "Stay sharp. The Helghast will be all over us in a minute."
They nodded.
Inside the downed dropship Lieutenant Carvanar, Lieutenant Trastor and Sergent Silverman gathered their weaponry and covered Viquez's body in a blanket. After checking and bringing the one remaining com beacon they hoisted up and slid down into the muck. Trastor shouted "Shit! This is like walking through jelly only much more harrowing. Private Garcia, take point and head for the defense mesh. There should be some Helghan scout outposts there." Lightening lit up the faces of the ISA troops. Thunder rumbled in a thronging mockery of laughter as the squad set off.
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"38 ISA assault ships confirmed destroyed while 12 ships are as yet unaccounted for. We believe that at mostly the ISA have landed about 100 living troops in isolated pockets of 10 grouped assault teams seperated across a wide area. Shock troops and scouts have been deployed in the north near defense sector N72G8 mesh."
"Good... foolish ISA insolents. Report on the progress of the search."
"Sir." The offer dropped into a bow and left.
When the Helghast officer had gone the figure turned to a video-com unit. "As you can see Scolar Visari, the ISA are hopelessly over matched. With time we will route these to rightfully claim Vekta as our own." The man grinned underneath his hood.
Visari smiled. "The Helghan dream will be bourn again. I will contact you again when I have attended to my plans."
"Always my Lord." Visari's image disappeared and the Helghan's smile vanished. "Always..." He whispered and sat at his desk. "Always..."
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As storms brew and rain falls. As brave soldiers die and battles are waged. As oppositions fight and hearts thump. There comes a time of quiet recollection in the face of death. The calm before the storm.
ABOVE IS THE FIRST PARAGRAPH OF A STORY I WAS PLANNING ON WRITING BACK IN MAY 2008, BEFORE THE GAME WAS RELEASED. SO MAY AS WELL TURN IT INTO AN ACTION PACKED RP. I've only ever made one RP and it didn't go anywhere because half the players left a page in. This RP will be a slow one because I am at work most of the day so I have to limit the posting but I don't see that as being a problem as for the most part, this place is dead. Any game would be a god send.
Either this or I run a Hazmat game. Let me know if anyone is interested.
Base for Mass Effect RP
Name: Mass Effect - The Imperfect Solution
Type: Futuristic Questing RP.
Goal: Locating the rogue Reaper ship and deciding on a course of action against it. Hint: Take it, Destroy it, Revive it.
-Character Creation-
Service:
1. Alliance Military - The form of standard military in Mass Effect. It is the expansion of man kinds efforts coming together. Most know this group as simply the alliance. If you join the alliance, your character will most likely be Human.
2. Cerberus - A Human Fundamentalist group that focuses on the goals and survival of Humanity in itself. It is lead by the "Illusive Man" and is typically seen by other groups as "immoral" for its displeasing measures taken against other races. If you join Cerberus, your character will most likely be Human
3. Citadel Spectres - The Special Task force of the Citadel's Council. A Spectre is the best of the best, trained for any occasion and supplied with top of the line equipment. To be chosen to become a Spectre is considered the highest honor and there has only been one human Spectre known in existence. Commander Shepard. If you join the Spectres, your character will most likely be Turian, Salarian, Asari, Volus (though this one is highly unlikely).
Classes:
1. Soldier - Combat Specialist
2. Adept - Biotic Specialist
3. Engineer - Tech Specialist
4. Vanguard - Biotic/Combat
5. Sentinel - Tech/Biotic
6. Infiltrator - Tech/Combat
For Classes: http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Classes
For Races: http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Races
Information: After the events of Mass Effect 2, Commander Shepard has supposedly gone Rogue. However, there is something much more important. Reports state that there is a Reaper Ship (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Reaper) seeming to have taken heavy damage from an unmarked ship. The other ship is not important, however the Reaper ship itself presents a large quantity of technology that could be very useful. A Highly-Trained Spectre was sent to investigate and has sense gone dark. Now it appears to be an arms-race between the Spectres, the Alliance, and Cerberus to reprehend that ship. Failure is not an option, the ship must be claimed and scavenged by any means necessary.
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That's just a small idea, does anyone else like it or have any ideas? I've beat Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 somewhere between 1 and 8 times so I know about as much from that as I can know though people who have read the novels as well may have a jump on me so... No matter what I would like to do a Mass Effect RP, this was just my idea to throw out there. Since I haven't posted an Idea in a while.
I don't believe this story would work for anyone not familiar with Mass Effect, and to be honest I think we can do away with the character classes themselves and create simplified versions. Also you have the remember that the Citadel council hushed everything up, so much so to the point that even they don't believe the Reapers exist, just the Geth. Better off having the Roleplayers replace the Normandy six, and start on Shepards quest ourselves from the first game.
lol I agree, I just didn't know if people would want to replay it from the point of view in ME 1. Well why don't you create something for it? I would help you if you wanted that way you wouldn't have to feel like you're doing it all but I guarantee I would take part in the RP as well. I long for a Mass Effect RP.