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Valentine Wakefield Captain
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 Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 11:20 am
TurokStorySimple enough.
Criminal Transport destined for a ultra high security prison located on a jungle world inhabited by dinosaurs is shot down.
Survive the wreck.
Defeat the dinosaurs.
Break into the Ultra High Security prison.
Make a daring escape.
Ya dig?Rules.:: 1 ::. No god moding or any of that jazz.
.:: 2 ::. Violence, Romance and Cursing are all acceptable in moderation.
.:: 3 ::. Please, write properly. And by please I mean if you don't you get eaten my a pack of raptors. As long as you write well, you may write as much or as little as you please.
.:: 4 ::. Profiles are to be PM'd to me titled "Turok RP". Simple as that.
.:: 5 ::. If you join, stay active.
.:: 6 ::. That's about it. Have a good time.Profiles[b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Age:[/b] Preferably 20+
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Appearance[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall are you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much do you weight?
[b]-General Description:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Equipment[/b]
[b]-Attire:[/b] What do you wear?
[b]-Weapons:[/b] What do you fight with?
[b]-Items:[/b] What do you carry on you?
[b]Crimes Committed:[/b] What did you do?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b]Why did you do it?
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 11:23 am
Accepted Profiles
Prisoners
Name: Aiden Wakefield
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance
-Height: 6'3
-Weight: 227 lbs
-General Description: With a towering six foot three inch, two hundred and twenty seven pound build, Aiden can easily come across as intimidating. His chestnut green eyes seem as though they have a story to tell, but the harden look of a season warrior make it clear it will be told when he decides, no sooner. Short dark brown hair covers his head and slightly darker stubble covers his long, even features.
Equipment
-Attire: Grey jumpsuit, thick black boots.
-Weapons: Nothing.
-Items: Nothing.
Crimes Committed: Insubordination, Friendly Fire
Brief Bio: "Detonate the damned charges!" The white haired General Colbert shouted.
"With all due respect, sir, we would inflict unnecessary collateral damage, not to mention civilian casualties!" Aiden barked back, when he suddenly felt a cold cylinder against his back.
"Don't test my patients, son. Folks in your line of work never last long. I've shot men for less."
"Your own-"
"My own men and better soldiers than you."
"So why haven't you shot." The younger man questioned.
"You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age."
"Save me the bullshit. Just shoot me."
General Colbert let out a dark laugh, "Is that how you want it?"
Aiden whipped about, moving himself out of the line of fire while simultaneously thrusting his elbow into the old mans arm. The general hauled off and threw a wide right handed swing, but Aiden was quick to stop the out-of-practiced officers attack and deliver a swift punch to his throat. The old man collapsed with both hands on his throat as Aiden knelt down and picked up the fallen side arm.
Aiden started off as the General got to his feet, "Wakefield!"
Click.
"You're a deadma-"
Bang.
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Valentine Wakefield Captain
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Valentine Wakefield Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 11:25 am
Aiden sat silently in a small, one man cell, crouched in the corner. He'd been in there for about four days now, no food and only enough water to stay barely hydrated enough to talk. He was being shipped in on a small, high security vessel, that was completely automatic. No personnel, only 25 criminals convicted of high level military offenses.
"Jesus Christ! You think they'd at least have some food in our cells!" One of the other convicts shouted, grabbing the bars of his cell and giving them a angered shake.
"Right!?" Another shouted, "I swear to God, the first guard I get my hands on is DEAD!"
Aiden sighed, leaning back, "Good plan, get yourself shot full of holes and start a riot." He said, not bothering to yell like the others had.
"What did you say, runt! You'll be first!" The man shouted.
"Yeah, yeah... We'll see..." He muttered, closing his eyes. Exhaustion was catching up with him quickly...
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Within the Prison Control Center, a few high ranking officers had collected. "Sir, we have an oncoming vessel on the charts." One of the subordinates said. "Registered Vessel: HST-095; Thats a high security transport." He added.
"Bring up a list of passengers. Read off there charges." One of the high ranking officers said and the subordinate did as instructed. Every single man on board had at least one charge of killing a friendly unit. The officer gave a look of disgust, being a by-the-books leader. "Ship full of damn savages! The military would be better off without them!" He snapped, "You said that was a High Security Transport?" He added a moment later.
The subordinate nodded, "Yessir. Full automatic. No personnel and only one docking port specifically fit to our receive dock."
The officer nodded, "Take it out. We'll report it crashed."
"Yessir!" The subordinate replied, "Missiles online. Permission to fire?"
"Granted."
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By now, a war of words had broken out among the convicts, the ones closest to Aiden all against him. For the most part, he could ignore it, knowing there was no point arguing with idiots. "I'm gunna rip your throat out the moment these cells open!" One of the convicts shouted.
Just then, red lights began to flash. "Warning, brace for impact." Called a female sounding electronic voice, "Impact in 5..."
"What the hell is going on!? Is this some kind of joke!?"
"4..."
"There's no one manning this ship, we can't evade!"
"3..."
"Why are they firing on us!?"
"2..."
"We're dead! We're ******** dead!"
"1..."
Aiden growled and grabbed onto a bar inside the cell, bracing carefully against whatever was to come...
"Impact."
Immediately following the voices prediction, there was a huge explosion, followed by a violent shake of the ship. Everyone on board let out a scream, as the ship sealed off the compromised quarters. After the explosion, the bars of the cells all lifted. Aiden was a little dazed, but managed to get to his feet, "Aw, great..." He muttered, as the convicts rushed out of their cells.
"Where is that runt!?" One shouted, just as another missile struck the ship, knocking everyone around.
By the time everyone got to their feet, they had entered the planets atmosphere. The ship was shaking and whipping around uncontrollably.
"Whats going on!"
"We're all gunna die!"
"Impact in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."
The ship smashed against the planets surface, bounced, whipping around, hit, bounced again, then hit once more and slide to a stop...
Aiden opened his eyes slowly, his vision badly blurred, as he looked at the world through a film of red. "Ugh..." He groaned, slowly getting to his feet, "Damnit..." He muttered, placing one hand on his head before wiping the blood away. He looked around briefly, catching a glimpse of a beam of light, then staggered towards it. He looked up, then began to climb from cell entrance to cell entrance till he got to the top. Once out, he rolled to the side, down the angled side of the ship, and onto the freshly upturned earth.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard a mighty roar from a Tyrannosaurus Rex if he didn't know any better... "********..." He gasp, catching his breath, "That's not good..."
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