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Dark Voyage

The year is 3539, and the race of Mankind has far removed itself from its initial point of origin on the planet once known as Earth. It was in the year 2341, that advanced space-technology was developed, allowing specially designed vessels to travel the universe at speeds not thought possible. It wasn't long before Mankind began using this technology to start exploring the immediate areas of space surrounding Earth's solar system, and soon, dozens of colonies on foreign, unexplored worlds were established.

Initially, this move for colonization was operated under a United Earth Government (UEG), meaning that with a combined effort from all nations throughout Earth, there were little disagreements or territorial conflicts, allowing for the colonization efforts to blossom and prosper. This so called creation of a 'Human Empire', carried on until the year 3214, in which the UEG leadership was forcibly dissolved in several areas of the Empire, and separate nations began to develop all over the colonies. This inevitably led to a wide-spread civil war, in which man fought man for control of the entirety of the Human Empire. Back on Earth, former UEG generals and politicians attempted to rally the fleets and colonies still commited to a unified government, but too few responded, and soon the UEG found itself fighting several enemies on all fronts.

In 3380, the last UEG-led fleet was annihilated by Cascadians - colonists from the planet Cascadia, and Earth was consequently obliterated by an orbital bombardment. This was the final move in ensuring that the Human Empire would forever remain divided and at war. Cascadia went on to domionate vast parts of the Empire, using its numerous fleets and advanced weapon technology to destroy other factions. However, in the face of Cascadia's apparantly military advantage, stood a highly organised chain of pirates - thieves and briggands - who were paid by Cascadia's inferior rivals, to cause havoc to Cascadia's vital supply bases and routes through which convoys travelled. This was an effective tactic, and Cascadia lacked the lighter vessels required to locate and strike hidden pirate strongholds. As a result, there was a gorey stalemate, which has lasted until the present day.

It is now the year 3539, and the war is far from over. Though, unknown to the various leaders of this divided Empire, eyes are watching from all around, waiting for the right time to strike. Some colonies on the outskirts of the Empire have suddenly been reported to have vanished, and fleets sent to investigate these occurances do not return. However, the larger factions involved in the civil-war, namely Cascadia, have turned a blind eye, for they are too involved in fighting each other to see the loss of a few colonies as anything more than minor pirate incursions, for the pirates are indeed famed notoriously for hiding beyond the bounds of the Empire.


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The History of Cascadia

Cascadia was the first of many planets to be colonised by mankind. At the time of its discovery by Dr. Jack Cascade (after who its name is derived), it was heavily vegetated, with an estimated 90% of the surface being covered in plant life that bore many similarities to those found in rain forests on Earth. The original population of Cascadia started out as criminals and brigands, who had been shipped from prisons on Earth, to begin a new life. They were also test subjects – the UEG’s way of testing how habitable the atmosphere of Cascadia was. Fortunately for the convicts, due to the amount of vegetation, the atmosphere was very welcoming to human life. Cascadia remained a ‘junk pile’ of mankind for several hundred years, and this resulted in creating a very backward and tough society for the inhabitants. Crime levels were high, and starvation was complete – it wasn’t until the UEG was pressured by global media, that three entire battle fleets were mobilised to stabilise the planet.

What followed next is referred to as the ‘Cascadian Gold Rush’, in which the UEG began investing great amount of funds into industrialising the planet. The main reason for doing so was that Cascadia was more or less at the centre of the Empire at the time, and would make a perfect staging point for UEG fleets to launch assaults on rebels and space pirates. This industrial expansion continued for many years, until vast areas of Cascadia’s eon-old jungles were replaced by giant factory complexes and military facilities. In a sense, Cascadia became Earth’s primary fortress in space. The people were happy, having earned themselves a better living than their criminal ancestors, and due to a high military presence, it was a generally safe place. It became a model colony, for which all other colonies were to follow.

In the year 3241, however, Cascadia had gained a population of some six billion people, and was out-producing its mother planet – Earth. Those left to govern over Cascadia began to fall out with the Earth government over a series of issues – namely, the idea of giving some of the larger colonies their own independent government. Many heated political debates resulted, and generals began to choose their sides. Other colonies, such as Uthrope and Saladin, joined Cascadia in their cry for independence, hoping that their combined political pressure might earn them a bloodless freedom. They were gravely wrong. The UEG responded by dispatching seventeen out of thirty of its fleets to capture Cascadia and to bring it back under control. The generals of Cascadia’s home fleets however, mustered a force of equal size – using the massive industrial might of the planet to produce several hundred ships in the space of six months. As the UEG’s fleets arrived, Cascadia met them in the open – it was the biggest space battle ever recorded. After days of heavy fighting, the UEG was forced to withdraw, having sustained heavy casualties. This triggered a civil war that has spanned half a century.

Initially it began with a combination of colonies, including Cascadia, forming a league to overthrow the UEG. However, after many years and countless battles, when the UEG was finally destroyed, the so called ‘Allies’ turned against themselves. Some colonies felt they should be the leaders of the newly established regime, and Cascadia was one of them. It flexed the might of its fleets, by attacking Earth directly, and destroying the last of the UEG forces. Seeing that its rival colonies were not impressed with what was a trivial victory (after all, the UEG by this time was a shadow of its former glory), Cascadia ordered the bombing of Earth, and the ultimate destruction of the planet’s surface. Billions died. As a result, Cascadia earned itself an extreme amount of criticism, and several of the colonies declared war in retaliation for what was said to be an unforgivable war crime. However, Cascadia possessed the military strength to match its enemies, and so the second civil-war began, and to this day, has still not yielded.

The Space Pirates

The Space Pirates are a sophisticated and highly collaborated band of mercenaries, thieves and murderers. Their network of hidden bases is untold – a size beyond reckoning. At the beginning of the second civil-war, they were a neutral faction, striving only for personal gain – raiding undefended colonies for booty. However, after Cascadia, using its superior array of ships and technology, began to slowly crush its opponents, the trading colony of Uthrope began to hire the pirates to combat the Cascadians. Despite using technology hundreds of years old, the pirates were highly effective in fighting the numerically superior Cascadians, who proved themselves useless against the hit and run tactics implemented by the pirates.
Up to the present day, Cascadia has been unable to put down the pirate threat, and is facing a near military crisis if their raids are not halted once and for all. However, little known to Cascadia, the Space Pirates are beginning to develop their own agenda. Due to their huge amount of funding from colonies like Thrope, they are gradually becoming a super power in themselves, and some scholars believe that they may one day seek to plunge the Empire into one final era of anarchy and chaos. For it is only in such an environment, that their way of life would benefit.
Needless to say, the pirates are a savage kind. They kill without warning, there is no honour amongst them. They will bomb a school as easily as they would an arms factory. Over the past century alone, the Space Pirates have claimed half a billion of Cascadian lives.

Thrope and Saladin

Thrope and Saladin are the last major factions left in the civil war, and are in a military alliance against Cascadia. Thrope is by its very nature, a successful trading colony, and is considered to be the second richest faction after Cascadia. However, despite such a vast wealth, Thrope’s production capabilities concerning ships of war are poor, which is why they rely so heavily on mercenaries and the Space Pirates to fight their battles for them.
Saladin on the other hand, is ruled by a military regime reminiscent of Ancient Sparta. Their army – and fleets – are said to be the best trained and disciplined in the entire human-known universe. Time and time again, against all technological and numerical odds, the Saladinite forces have defeated the Cascadians, and have scored victories that will be forever awed at throughout history. However, the Saladinites are small in number compared to the Cascadians – most scholars believe that most major space battles that take place between Saladin and Cascadia leave the Saladinites permantly crippled, as they are unable to replace their losses, or their ships. It is for this reason, that Cascadia is slowly beginning to defeat them.

The Julta and Operation Scare Crow

St. Julta is one of the most sophisticated ships of war throughout the Empire. Being one of four Class A Battle Ships to ever exist, it is considered to outclass any vessel either the Space Pirates, the Thropians or the Saladinites can bring to bear against it.

In its very design, it is a mobile fortress. Being twenty miles in length, six miles in depth and three miles wide, the Julta is considered by far the largest ship ever constructed by Mankind since the prime of the UEG colonial expansion. Its surface, on all possible faces, is covered with rotary laser cannons that specify in destroying smaller craft, such as star fighters or star bombers. Also on its surface, to deal with larger ships, are a series of missile silos, capable of launching tactical warheads by the hundreds – no enemy vessel has so far survived such a barrage.

Using new forcefield technology, pioneered originally by the Saladinites, the Julta can sustain an incredible amount of damage. It is also equipped with the latest in warp drive technology, and can traverse the entire width of the Empire in two weeks, where as most other vessels would require nearly two months! Suffice to say, the Julta in its very existence, possesses enough fire power and tactical mobility as an entire fleet.

To accompany the Julta’s immense fire power, is the attachment of four hundred star fighters and star bombers that are stored in a series of hangers located all along the vast expanse of the Julta. These are used primarily in space battles for both defensive and offensive operations. However, they can also be utilised to support ground operations taking place upon planetary surfaces and space stations.

In recent months, the pirates have grown bolder, and have begun launching more and more significant attacks against Cascadian held areas of space. So devastating is their campaign of guerrilla warfare, that the Cascadian war effort is beginning to collapse on certain fronts, and if it is not stopped, Cascadia could face a military disaster. With this in mind, the Cascadian High Command has ordered Protocol Scare Crow to help curb the effect of the pirate attacks. Protocol Scare Crow, in essence, is a universal order, to be carried out across Cascadian space, that instructs all major Battle Ships to defend key stratigical supply points and areas. Of course, even with Cascadia's impressive number of Battle Ships, there is not enough to go around, without leaving the main fleets handicapped, essentially meaning that one Battle Ship is sent to guard each location, as opposed to an entire Battle Group. From a military point of view, this tactic seems hopeless, as a Battle Ship does not possess the resources to clamp down on pirate activity, due to their lack of speed and mobility, and also, the pirates, if gathered in strength, could possibly overwhelm the ship itself. However, the generals of Cascadian High Command are aiming for a different impact - an impact on the pirates' morale. It is widely believed, by all factions, that the pirates are cowards, and will generally not attack a foe that can fight back in force - to attack a Battle Ship with outclassed vessels, would be extremely costly and foolhardy. Therefore, upon seeing that a Battle Ship is in the area, High Command are hoping the pirates may begin to hold off their raids, atleast for a six month period, so that supply lines can be restored and the war effort can continue unhindered. The Julta is to be involved in this operation, and due to its immense fire power, it is tasked with safeguarding the most turbulent area of Cascadian Space – Historia.

Historia is a Cascadian factory world, geared fully towards the production of ships and weaponry to help boost the war effort. Pirate attacks on Historia's supply lines and surface structures have increased intensely over the past few months, and it is hoped that the presence of the Julta will quickly end this nuisance. Positioned on the very frontier of Cascadian space, Historia is far from the support of Cascadia's main fleets, especially as there is no neighbouring faction bordering on that particular part of the frontier

Octavian Squad – Mid Section

Players in this game shall role play the members of Octavian Squad, which is one of hundreds of infantry squads aboard the Julta. Octavian Squad is assigned to guard duty of the Julta’s mid-section, which covers a variety of loading bays, hangers, munitions storages, and most importantly, the forcefield generator. Its main goal, is chiefly for security purposes – to keep a vigil over its assigned areas to ensure spies do not sabotage the vessel within. The members of this squad vary in experience, from rookies, to experienced war veterans who have stared death so many times in the face, life has lost its meaning.

Throughout the role play, the game master will dictate the general course of the players. It is for this reason, that a very detailed description of the Julta has not been given – the game master will be unable to relay the exact route, corridors and rooms to the other players without causing great confusion. And so it has been decided, that the general layout of the ship, should be left up to the players to decide as they write their entries. A general example of the game master’s instructions, will include a detailed order from Captain John Mason – the Julta’s captain, who he shall play as. To help the players immerse themselves in the atmosphere onboard the Julta, the game master will also play as Sergeant James Westmill - the leader of Octavian squad.



Types of Soldiers Availible to Octavian Squad


Here is listed the types and classes of soldiers players will be able to role play as, as members of Octavian Squad.

Cascadian Knights – Cascadian Knights are the elite of the Cascadian armed forces, they were bred for war, and trained to fight since childhood. They wear suits of armour, similar in appearance to European medieval knights, and carry large shields able to absorb most small-arm fire. The metal compounds used to make up the armour and shield, were discovered on Cascadia, and are found to be very resistant to both laser and projectile weapons. In essence, they are a type of super soldier, and the pride of the Cascadian military. They dominate close fire fight situations, and are often used as shock-troops. However, they are not invincible. A well aimed shot to the visor could kill a Knight, and a small explosion caused by a grenade, or a rocket, could do the same. Armed with nothing other than an automatic laser pistol, they are not too fond of long ranged combat either. Getting up close and personal, is when they are at their most powerful.

Cascadian Men-At-Arms – Men-At-Arms is a fancey name used to describe a typical Cascadian soldier. Wearing camouflage similar to today’s urban dress, armed with a typical moderate-range laser rifle, and a pack of frag grenades, they are a modest bunch. Typically, they are the cannon fodder of the Cascadian army – players who play this class, would be the type who stick to their realism, and do not wish to walk around cutting through dozens of enemies, but rather play from the prospective of a vulnerable, average human being.

Cascadian Saboteurs – Saboteurs are specialists in explosives, as the name implies. Dressed similarly to the Men-At-Arms, the Cascadian Saboteurs are defined solely by the amount of bombs and grenades they have strapped to their waste, and around their back. In most combat situations, the Saboteurs are used to hurl a variety of grenades, ranging from smoke grenades, to gas grenades and of course, the traditional frag. However, they have another vital purpose, which is why they are employed by the Cascadian military. They are the only class capable of supplying the equipment needed to destroy a variety of things: Locked doors, enemy armoured vehicles, mass infantry movements etc. Players who use this class, would be looking forward to blowing things up, but would also play an important role in the squad – for example, if an enemy has blocked the door in front of you, blow through it! Or, if you find yourself cornered, blow a hole in the wall next to you and surge through it! Job done!

Cascadian Sharpshooters – Sharpshooters, as the name suggests, are snipers. Armed with long ranged, scoped laser rifles, and wearing a black leathery suit that changes colour to its surroundings, they could shoot a drink can off of a fence from four miles away if the conditions were right. Typically, sharpshooters sit at the back of the group, taking pot shots at enemies – or taking out opposing snipers. They are invaluable to a squad when secrecy is demanded, for it is extremely hard to spot a Cascadian sharpshooter, even when they are on the move, due to the camouflage benefits of their suits.

Cascadian Gunners – Gunners are usually the big and bulky type, choosing to carry around a deployable laser machinegun. It should be noted, that they are unable to fire this weapon without deploying it, as they can only safely hold the hand grip whilst is firing – or face having their flesh burned onto it . They look similar to Men-At-Arms, and are generally used to lay down suppressing fire on enemy targets, or to destroy large personnel movements. They are also handy in watching the flank of the squad – with a machinegun posted behind, the rest of the men can move forwards knowing they wont be shot in the back.

Weapons


Here is a more detailed look on the weapons and equipment used by the above classes.


HM-17 Assault Rifle - The HM-17 Assault Rifle is the standard infantry weapon usd by the Cascadian armed forces. Used primarily by Men-At-Arms, it is cheap and effecient, but is capable of only semi-automatic fire. It's projectiles appear in the form of streaks of red light, and when they hit a target, they hit with such force that an ordinary man would be thrown a few feet by its impact. Usually, such weapons are fatal if they so much as hit any part of an abdomen, due to the nature of the injury they sustain (a large, deep, hole), however it is possible for someone to be hit in the limbs, and survive. The HM-17 is capable of firing 200 rounds per battery/magazine, which can be replaced with ease. On average, a Man-At-Arms will cary three charged batteries.



Cascadian Repeater - The Repeater is the pistol used by Cascadian Knights and officers. Capable of firing 5 rounds a second, the Repeater easily tears through opponents in close range, and is even effective at laying down covering fire due to its rate of fire. However, in a long range duel, the Repeater struggles, soley as it is a pistol and is not equipped with sufficient sights to counter such a situation. It is reloaded in a similar way to the HM-17, and carries 100 rounds per battery.

Grenades & Other Explosives - The Cascadian Men-At-Arms carry frag grenades, which require no imagination - you prime them, and throw them, and they blow up. The saboteurs are equipped with a belt containing ten of these, as opposed to the three borne by the men-at-arms. The saboteurs also carry five smoke grenades, effective at creating on-the-move cover. Gas grenades, also carried by saboteurs, are effective in enclosed spaces, where they could easily kill off multiple targets in the space of a few seconds.

Aside from grenades, saboteurs also carry static explosives, effective at blowing through thick metal walls, as well as doors and the armour of tanks and similar vehicles. Anti-personnel mines are also carried by the saboteur, meaning that no ambush is complete without this vital class.


HM-18v2 Sniper Rifle - The HM-18 is an improvised version of the HM-17, and bears a 12x scope for long ranged combat. It is light, and capable of only 50 shorts per-reload. This is the weapon carried by the sharpshooters, and its estimated effective range is 4-6 miles.


BJ-8 Light Machine Gun - The BJ-8 is the typical LMG of the Cascadian army, and is used primarily by gunners. It can be deployed by a forward bipod to give the operater added stability, or it can be laid on an improvised support. It is never advised to be fired whilst standing up, as the gun heats itself very quickly, and touching anything other than the hand grips can cause serious burns. Although this begs the question as to why the Cascadian army use such an unstable weapon, it is safe to say the BJ-8 can lay down the same amount of supressing fire as three of its Thropian counter-parts put together. Its ammuntion is stored in a large battery that holds 2,000 shots, and can be changed. However, the operator normally has to allow the gun to cool down first, which could take upto a minute if the coolers are working in optimal condition. An operator normally carries two spare batteries.


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St. Julta
Class A Battle Ship
23/03/3539
Captain John Mason

Log Entry: 23:04

I have received orders from Cascadian High Command, that direct me to patrol the outer areas of Colony #47 - Designated: Historia. It would appear that pirates and brigands operating illegally within the area are harassing cargo ships without warning, and vanish before any military response can be made. High Command wants the Julta to ensure that the vital supply routes between Historia and Colony #48 - Designated: Judea are protected for a six month period. Therefore, I believe our presence here is only superficial - something to ward off the pirates. It is well known that their armoury cannot compete with a vessel such as Julta.

I have dispatched my orders to the bridge staff. We'll make warp in three hours. Historia has been notified of our deployment.


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Character Sheet:

Full Name: James Lee Westmill
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Class: Man-At-Arms
Physical Appearence: James Westmill is a veteran of the wars, and one can see this in the countless shrapnel scars on his face. He appears rugged, always with unshaven stubble, and his left eye is covered by a black patch. However, for a man of his age, his fitness easily matches someone half his age, and he looks well built in both the upper and lower body. He has dark, grey streaked hair running down to his neck.
Brief Backstory: James Lee Westmill grew up as the child of a working class Cascadian couple, and was enlisted into the Cascadian Navy when he was 16. Serving first as the pilot of a star fighter, James was demoted to ground forces after disobeying orders involving the destruction of a pirate convoy carrying women and children. From this incident, he has gained a massive reputation for chivalry and honour, and it was this, that saved him from execution for mutiny. He was instead, as stated, demoted to the Cascadian ground forces, where he served as a Man-At-Arms, private rank. He spent the next 20 years taking part in countless battles, both onboard the mighty ships of the Cascadian fleets, and on the ground of contested colonies. He has come to know death as a friend, someone he sees reguarly, and has on occaision, shared a drink with. Nothing shocks him anymore, he refused to retire at the age of 40, like is usually enforced - however the Cascadian High Command had come to know of James through stories of his heroic bravery and fighting skills on the battlefield, and so promoted him to Sergeant and put him in charge of a primarily guard squad onboard Cascadia's safest vessel, the Julta.


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Full Name: Jenna Vaessen
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Appearance: 5' 10'', short blond hair, physically fit, green eyes
Brief Backstory: Jenna grew up in a mid-class home and was forcibly conscripted into the Cascadian Navy when she was 17. There she served as a field medic for 3 years. However, during a surprise raid by pirates, the unit she was attached with came under heavy fire and when the unit's sniper was taken out, she grabbed his weapon and assisted in repelling the raid, with 14 confirmed and 5 probable kills to her credit. Her CO was impressed and transferred her back to Cascadia for advanced sniper training, where she proved to be quite exceptional and gained the respect of most of her peers. After 6 months of intense training, she went on to serve in various operations until High Command stationed Lt. Vaessen on the Julta, which is due to head out to Historia soon. Jenna mostly keeps to herself and is not very social, mainly due to her being isolated on long solo missions for the last 2 and a half years.
 
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Full Name: Johnathan Trent Moore
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Class: Man-At-Arms
Physical Appearence: Dark Brown hair, olive skin complexion, and deep, hazel eyes. Trent has more of a swimmers body: lean, yet muscular, with some focus on the legs. Though a powerful, swift runner, Trent is not as adept to carrying heavy objects as most typical Men-At-Arms.
Brief Backstory: The Moore family has only recently embarked on the military service path: Moore's great grandfather was the first in his line to join the Corps. Following, therefore, in those footsteps, his father also joined. When Trent was 18, he too joined.
The only notable commendation for Second Lieutenant Trent Moore was when the corvette he had been assigned to was brutally attacked by Pirates. The only on-board survivor of the ravaging strike, Private Moore, equipped with nothing but the HM-17 and four spare mags, held of the invasive force for nearly two hours. A passing Cascadian frigate detected the auto-distress signal, and quickly came to his aid.
Afterwards, he completed a grueling set of trials and missions involving the Pirates, rising up the the Lieutenant rank. He despises all Pirates, thanks to a Pirate raid which left his mother, a merchant, mangled and in a coma. She has yet to awaken, and he has yet to revoke his vendetta against them.

 
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Full Name: Reno "Deadly" Killzone
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Rank: Private
Class: Men-At-Arms
Physical Appearance: Reno has a young appearance with a lanky physique and has very little build on him. He looks like any other ordinary soldier from a quick glance, except that he doesn't wear a helmet most of the time because it bugs his head. Reno sports mildly long spiky brown hair, green eyes and his skin is slightly pale white, lacking the damaged skin from previous engagement he participated in compare to his comrades.
Brief Biography: The Killzone family has an interesting background compare to normal families who at one point served or continue to serve the armed forces. In the past large number of their generations went into the military path; some dating as far as the independence of Cascadia. They have participated in some of the largest battles ever fought between Humanity. According to the diaries of their ancestors, the family's name was not originally as it is now. Rather, it has been altered and changed upon a number of family members entering a Special Forces division branch as a dedication to Cascadia.

As a family tradition, Reno was nicknamed “Deadly” as his alias on the field. He joined the military just a year ago with sufficient experience in combat. He has been deployed a number of times to engage against pirates and guard outposts which required garrisons. Reno is the youngest son of his father who is a retired Captain and formerly served one of the Class A Battleships. Having direct connections with the Cascadian High Command, his father got him deployed onto St. Julta.
 
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Captain* James Westmill awoke to a dimly lit room. Shit, he thought, another day on this piece of junk. He pushed the flimsy bed covers from his body, and sat up, feeling the countless nights of lost sleep catching up to him. Slowly, and with reluctance, he swung his legs to the edge of the bed, and let them touch the cold metalic floor. He flinched with the sensation.

James Westmill's quaters, unlike those of the other members of Octavian Squad, was not shared with anyone other than himself, and its walls were sound proofed to makesure there was minimal disturbance in his sleep - a luxury afforded only to those of rank captain and above. However, despite this, he had slept less than three hours since his arrival on the Julta, which was about two weeks ago. Nightmares haunted his dreams, and the memories of fleshless faces, bloodied limbs and bloated green lips stuck to the inside of his eyelids like a constant looping film in a cinema - and he had been given the front row. This night, was the first propper sleep he had gotten, namely because he had been perscribed medication by Julta's medical staff that ensured he would have dreamless sleeps. However, staring at his watch, he couldn't help but notice the digits were a tad upsetting, for they read: 23:07, and he had not set the alarm to go off for another three hours.

"Why the fuck am I awake?" He mumbled to himself agressively. He was about to return to the warmth of his bed, however, when he noticed a flashing red light in the corner of the room. It was his personal computer - the flashing light indicated an immediate dispatch. Usually, when an immediate dispatch is recieved, a loud beeping sound is emmitted, which is why, James thought, I'm awake.

He stumbled over to the computer. It was a flat, rectangular shape engraved on a larger rectangular table. James uttered his password, and the shape lifted up off of the table and flipped to reveal a lit screen. The screen itself was held in its own suspense - a marvel of Cascadian gravitational technology. A box outlined in red was on the screen and in big stencilled letters read the word 'URGENT'. James mused briefly, before placing a finger tip on the image of the box.

As he did so, the box disappeared, leaving a small paragraph of text. It was from the Julta's Security Command, which was the body of leadership that governed him and his team. Briefly he scanned the text, and read it aloud to himself.

"Octavian Squad is to be deployed alongside Hector Squad and Bravo Squad for the immediate security of the forcefield generator. The reason for doing so, concerns an imminant warp, and Captain Mason has expressed strict concerns to double up the watch on the generator. We believe he fears that if there are any spies on the Julta, it is during a warp they are most likely to strike - why he think's this, we do not know. You have your orders, gather your squad and renevous with Hector and Bravo at 00:00."
James shrugged. He had dodged retirement so that he could continue killing things, for he believed that was the only talent he so possessed. However, due to his age, he had been given a string of low-risk jobs that provided him with nothing other than wasted time. Still, he thought, orders are orders, and i ain't dead yet. He went from his darkened room into a small ensuite shower, where he washed, shaved, and clothed himself in his Man-At-Arms combat uniform.

He walked to his door, pressed a green button located on the right hand side of the frame, and walked through into a brightly lit, metallic corridor. He was stunned by the initial brightness, but staggered in the direction of his squad's sleeping quaters until his eyes adjusted. He passed few peope on the way to his destination, and fewer security cameras. It always amazed him how unsecure the Julta was, for it only seemed the Warp Drive and the forcefield generator ever recieved any attention, and they made up just a small fraction of the ship. It would be easy for a terrorist, or a pirate, or whoever, to simply plant an explosive in the barracks areas and cause an exstensive amount of material and human losses. Luckily, no such attempt had been made as of yet, afterall the Cascadian recruitment policy was very strict and dedicated when it came to ensuring all troops were loyal.

The corridor widened, so that six people could easily walk shoulder to shoulder. He had reached the sleeping quaters of Squads Octavian, Hector, Bravo, Alpha, Charlie and Gamma. Each had their own area, high lighted by differant coloured doors lining the walls on either side of the corridor. One door was coloured red for Alpha, blue for Bravo, yellow for Charlie, green for Hector, and purple for Octavian. Black was awarded to Gamma. James had never made a connection between the colours and the names.

Octavian's door was on his first left, and he walked over to it, straightening himself up, and putting on a forced, intimidating expression - a habbit he had picked up since his promotion to captain. It was advised to him, by those who awarded him the honour, to always look like the meanest fucker on the ship, so that no underdog would give him shit.

"Name please." Sounded the computerised voice of a woman as James reached the door

"James Lee Westmill." He retorted.

"Welcome Captain."

The doors shifted aside with the sound of hydralics, and James stepped in. The room lit up as he did so, and a dozen disgruntled soldiers - both male and female, for there was no segregation in the Cascadian army - rose from their crude bunk beds and rubbed their eyes.

"Rise and shine children." Yelled James with an almost psychotic smile. "Guard duty's coming to town early."

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Private Reno “Deadly” Killzone pressed the pillow against his ears after exhaustingly having tried to get some sleep in the Octavian quarters. The loud snoring from the guy right next to his bunk bed made him to lose plenty of good quality sleep that he could make use of. He just wished that he could shut the guy right up by knocking him out or something; but then he would get into some serious shit for beating the crap out of another friendly soldier. It was frustrating as the life of a soldier, especially having to deal with all of this bullshit while serving the military. There were many good times and hard times, more the latter than the former.

As he tried getting more sleep he heard faint footsteps coming from outside, growing louder and louder until it stopped just right outside. He can hear most things out in the hallway because his bunk bed was right against the wall and close up to the doors so he had problems sleeping most of the time. The doors shifted open with a bright light from the hallway that started to burn his eyes. He could see a silhouette figure standing in front of the doorway, only losing sight of him when the quarter’s lights had turned up. His eyes were blinded by the brightness and had to cover them from the glaring light.

"Rise and shine children." Someone yelled out into the quarter, whoever it was it’s probably the guy who turned on the bloody lights Reno thought. "Guard duty's coming to town early." Reno rose and sat on his bed, rubbed his eyes in exhaustion, yawned and stretched for a few seconds and then finally proceeded to take a glance at the figure. It was Captain James Westmill, the biggest, toughest badass who’s got an eye patch on one of his eyes and countless of scars on his face. For a moment there Reno thought he would have a heart attack when he saw the psychotic smile on his face. He always imagined that his superior was formerly a pirate due to the prominent feature of the eye patch and total badass look to him.

He got out of bed quickly, stood up and looked at the clock for a brief moment. The red digits told him it was perhaps approximately 23:30 but he wasn’t so sure since his vision isn’t great after waking up from sleep. ’Bloody hell, it isn’t even midnight.’ He thought to himself. He couldn’t remember how much sleep he had gotten but it’s for sure that it didn’t feel like it was enough. He went to wash himself for a brief moment and then changed his clothes into the decent looking combat uniform. ’Why does the camouflage have to be green and brown?’ He thought as he dressed himself into the combat uniform. ’It should be black and grey so you wouldn’t stand out like a complete idiot on a grey metallic ship. Go figure.’
 
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Lt. Jenna Vaessen leaned against the back of her bunk and again looked at the clock nearby. 23:24 it read. Sighing, she leaned back.
"...Ugh, not even midnight." She though to herself.

This was the first time in almost 8 months that she was actually part of a crew and not off on some low-probability of survival mission. She once again questioned why she was even here. She was a sniper, not a grunt like most of the other people in her squad. There was little need for her skills here inside a ship, and Jenna knew she was not the most social person in the universe. "Heck," she thought, "I have already isolated myself anyone who even tried to be friendly."

Lost in her thoughts, Jenna was surprised when the lights suddenly flashed on and it took her a few seconds to realize what was going on.

"Rise and shine children." Someone yelled at the far end of the quaters as Jenna quickly got up and stood at attention.

"Guard duty's coming to town early." The man bellowed again.
"Guard duty?" Lt. Vaessen thought. "Great..."

Moving over to the women's washroom, she quickly changed into her Sharpshooter camouflage uniform, trying to avoid any eye contact with the others.
"Well, at least I was already up..." she said quietly to herself, as she headed back out to the quarters.
 
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2nd Lieutenant Trent Moore laid there in his bunk, visions dancing across his pitted eyes. Sleep was never easy. Never easy for him. Never easy for someone who watched their mother wither away as a physical vegetable in a godforsaken bed. She didn't even know it. She was gone, but her mind was there, in a way: some strange coma kept her alive. Alive asleep. Right until the end.

He had been eleven when the Pirates had attacked the ship she was on. Redhead Regan, he remembered, was the Captain's name. The Pirate Captain. They brought the ship down hard, and then did their thing: pillaging and raping. They had even attempted to rape Trent's mother (so the doctors said), but were apparently unsatisfied that she was unresponsive, leaving her to simply die. Could have been the slag lodged in her temple, he thought bitterly.

Yet she survived long enough. Nine more years she laid there, her body slowing shriveling up as her mind silently fought a losing battle. Two months after he had turned twenty, she died, what little remaining of her brain simply shutting down after exerting so much over those short, nine years.

His eyes were finally beginning to close, the visions of his mother, his scarred father, and silent, brooding sister bleeding together until---

---Footsteps. A voice in the back of his mind turned his attention to them, even as his motor skills slipped into neutral gear. His body attempted to fall to sleep, but he heard those footsteps. They marched up to the door, and as Trent's body tugged at his mind, the door opened. Bright light soon flooded his vision, kick-starting his body.


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"Rise and shine children." Yelled James with an almost psychotic smile. "Guard duty's coming to town early."
It only took him a moment to see who it was: Captain James Westmill. He was a foreboding and, at a glance, forewarning man. The eye patch, as well as his rank and rumor-mill status, made him seem badass, even downright insane. His psycho smile didn't help, but it didn't faze Trent. No, he saw the pits under Westmill's own eyes. They were there for different reasons, no doubt, but he was nevertheless not the badass they made him out to be.

But he was a Captain - which meant he was two pay-grades his senior. So, without so much as a grunt, Trent's feet landed on the steel floor before his bunkmate, who slept on the bottom, had even thrown his covers off. He padded his way over to the washroom, quickly stripping and cleaning himself off using the recycled water. He kept himself from thinking about it.

After taking his moment to use the drying station, he quickly found his locker, and just as quickly suited up his combat uniform. Guard duty? Out here? he thought for a moment. His mental encyclopedia quickly rummaged through the information, and---it hit him!

Pirates, he thought with a sadistic overtone. No prisoners. No escape. Only death for them. For mother. For Him.

That's when he finally realized that he definitely needed more sleep.

 
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James Westmill watched with sadistic satisfaction as his squad scuttled about the sleeping quaters like caged hamsters. Some rushed to the wash rooms, others struggled to grab their gear from their foot lockers - but there were three squad members who were ready to go already, standing at attention by their bunks as if they had foreseen Westmill's untimely approach. Clad in shining plated armour, with bulky circular shields held at their sides, these three individuals stood with something more than pride - they stood with eagerness. These were the Cascadian knights, who had no rank, for they were immune to them. They were simply Cascadia's elite troops, and Octavian squad was lucky enough to recieve three such warriors.

Westmill took a breath, and then walked into the chaos-filled atmosphere. Naked men dodged past him, clutcing boots and underwear, whilst others went about straightening their bed sheets and making themselves presentable. Westmill took no notice of them however, for his gaze was fixated upon the knights. They however, did not acknowledge him, and stood in their rigid posture, visors up and heads pointed towards the grated ceiling. Westmill was not fond of the knights, for they were arrogant bastards. They looked down on the men-at-arms with a bloated disatisfaction - and in more than one occaison, Westmill has seen the knights expend hundreds of men-at-arms for their own preservation.

"Hulgra, Julsador, Plato." Westmill smirked. "I see you tin-cans were ready for me. I bet that makes you feel all warm inside doesn't it? Knowing you got one over on the old captain."

The knights continued their displined upwards stare, but acknowleged him in unison: "Sir, yes sir!"

To be trueful, Westmill wasn't suprised. The knights were a deadly breed, and their senses had been hightened through either years of combat, or their intense training alone. They'd of heard him coming a mile off. Talented killers, like himself, that's all they were.

Before long, the chaos had ceased, and Octavian squad had lined themselves up by their bunks - two straight lines of green, grey and brown camouflage on either side of the captain. He looked at them with his usual forced savageness.

"Took you fucking long enough, what if this was a raid?" He snorted, before spitting excess phlegm at his feet. "You'd all be fucked, that's what, fucked like the whores of Thrope when they sold themselves to the pirate scum."

He walked forwards, down the aisle formed by the two rows of soldiers. In total, there was twelve members of Octavian squad, and he eyed each one of them with scruiteny. He paused suddenly, and stared at the nearest soldier to him - Lieutenant Jenna Vaessen. If James had become a factory worker instead of a soldier, and had lived a peaceful life, he may have thought the woman was pretty. But any idea he had of beauty had been torn out of him long ago - what he saw before him was weakness.

"Women." He hissed bitterly. "The only reason we let you in here, is because too many God damned pussys like Lieutenant Trent Dickmuncher have filled the ranks." James cast a glance towards Liutenant Trent as he finished his words.

"Tired today, Dickmuncher? Maybe you should go back to bed, whilst the rest of us tea bag your cock munching mouth." Yelled James - his insult echoed from wall to wall. "Don't bother answering, I don't think there's enough tea in this squad to even make it worth the while."

Trent did not stir, he kept his stare upwards and his arms firmly behind his back. A good soldier, James thought to himself, but I'll get a reaction out of him if it's the last fucking thing I do. He opened his mouth to shout another barrage of abuse - but his wristwatch suddenly beeped, indicating the time was 23:45. He was running late.

"Alright you shit bags, grab your weapons, we aint got time to rub those pretty eyes of yours any longer." Roared Westmill, before he stormed over to the left hand wall of the sleeping quaters, where behind a laser-proof forcefielded shelf, sat an assortment of weapons. Only Westmill had the correct card to unlock the forcefield, which he did by swiping it through a scanner on the left hand side. He reached forwards, feeling the static left over from the forcefield pinching at his arm, but to him it was nothing more than a tickle. He placed a firm grip on the handle of a Cascadian Repeater, and hauled it from its rack, before depositing it in its appropriate holder located on his belt. Then he reached back, and grabbed two battery packs for it.

"Come on you slags, hurry up!"

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Reno got into the combat uniform and proceeded to tie his boots. After finishing with tying his boots he went back to his bunk and perceived three Cascadian Knights. They stood with discipline as expected from the superiors and were the elites. He never really seen many of them and was at first definitely surprised to see a total of three knights were part of the Octavian Squad. One of his brothers is a Cascadian Knight, he seen him in his shining armour before at a parade, standing in pride. The knights distracted him from noticing that other soldiers began assembling and forming a straight line among the bunks. Quickly he filled in a spot in the line of soldiers. He took a glance to his sides on the left and right and then looked forward with his hands at his back.

"Took you fucking long enough, what if this was a raid?" Captain Westmill snorted and carried on after spitting on his boots. "You'd all be fucked, that's what, fucked like the whores of Thrope when they sold themselves to the pirate scum." At this point Reno had to hold in his laughter when he heard that. Whether it was true or not doesn't matter, but it just sounded a bit hilarious to him for a moment.

The Captain walked forward and fixed his eyes on the soldier who was the nearest to him. Her name was Lieutenant Jenna Vaessen and she was a sniper, which led to Reno asking himself a question. 'Why the fuck do we have snipers on a fucking ship? The High Command must be full of shit to pull this one out of their ass.' He thought, half-heartedly amusing himself. Captain Westmill began with a rather condemnation of the sniper. "Women. The only reason we let you in here, is because too many God damned pussys like Lieutenant Trent Dickmuncher have filled the ranks." Reno raised both his eyebrows. "That was completely uncalled for..." He muttered to himself in a quiet voice without alerting the Captain.

Westmill turned his attention to Lieutenant Trent Moore who was called instead Dickmuncher. "Tired today, Dickmuncher? Maybe you should go back to bed, whilst the rest of us tea bag your cock munching mouth." Reno was now even more surprised. 'Whoa. You sir, are officially an asshole.' Westmill pressed on to insult the rest of the squad. "Don't bother answering, I don't think there's enough tea in this squad to even make it worth the while." Another humourous joke ran around in his head. 'Touche. What did he had for breakfest today?' There are sometimes when Reno keeps his thoughts to himself and sometimes blurts everything out without thinking, good thing it was the former at the moment than the latter or else he'd get some serious shit from Westmill.

It looked like the Captain was about to fire another shower of abuse, harassment and insults to throw around, but his watch interrupted him with a beep. "Alright you shit bags, grab your weapons, we aint got time to rub those pretty eyes of yours any longer." Westmill howled. ’Yeah, just give me a sec while I rub my eyes alright?’ He thought as he yawned and proceeded to rub his eyes when the Captain turned his back and opened the quarter’s armoury. Westmill grabbed his weapons and then shouted out loud to the rest of the squad. "Come on you slags, hurry up!"

And that was his cue. He shook his head to make the blood move around his head and grabbed the HM-17 Assault Rifle, a couple of frag grenades and a few magazine clips for his HM-17. He inserted the clip of ammunition into the assault rifle and headed out the door. ”Lock and load.”
 

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Lt. Vaessen returned to her bunk and stood at attention as the rest of the squad did the same. As everyone was lining up, Jenna took the time to glance around. She saw that the squad was mostly man-at-arms, but there was a surprising number of knights, three in fact.
"Why in the Hell do we have three of those pricks?" Jenna thought.

Her thoughts, however, were quickly interrupted when the Captain began to shout again.

"Took you fucking long enough, what if this was a raid?" He snorted, before continuing "You'd all be fucked, that's what, fucked like the whores of Thrope when they sold themselves to the pirate scum."

With that pleasant remark, the captain began to walk down the rows of troops, seemingly inspecting them as he went. Just as he was about to pass her though, he stopped. Lt. Vaessen just continued to stair straight ahead, but she began to feel a tad nervous that the captain had stopped in front of her.

"Women, the only reason we let you in here, is because too many God damned pussys like Lieutenant Trent Dickmuncher have filled the ranks." The Captain said to her before turning and heading over to further insult Lt. Dickmuncher.

Jenna however, did not notice. She was still thinking about the Captains words.
"... That bastard." She thought to herself. "I can't wait until this assignment is over. Then I won't have to deal with stuck up idiots like him again."

"Alright you shit bags, grab your weapons, we aint got time to rub those pretty eyes of yours any longer." the Captain suddenly yelled out, although he still seemed ready to insult them all night long.

"About time, the sooner the better." Lt. Vaessen said quietly under her breath.
"Come on you slags, hurry up!" the Captain cried out again, this time while holding his Cascadian Repeater and grabbing some grenades. Jenna held back for a few seconds and waited for Captain Westmill to back away from the quarter's armory, as she did not feel like being insulted again. Once a fair amount of the troops had armed themselves, Lt. Vaessen quietly walked over and grabbed the sole HM-18v2 Sniper Rifle that was stored there, which made Jenna feel even more out of place. After picking up the rifle, she grabbed a few clips for it as well as the standard three grenades and headed for the door.
 
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"Took you fucking long enough, what if this was a raid?" the Captain snorted, practically throwing phlegm on the floor. "You'd all be fucked, that's what, fucked like the whores of Thrope when they sold themselves to the pirate scum."

'Someone woke up with a tight asshole today', thought Trent. Personally, he couldn't care less - the Captain had to be hardass because of his reputation. He watched the Captain scrutinize the soldiers with his eyes, pacing just behind them until he and them fell upon a Lieutenant Jenna Vaessen. For a woman in the service, she wasn't bad looking - not that Trent gave a shit. He was new to the assignment, and didn't know her from the John-Teasucking-Doe's around him. The Captain stopped at her, however, his teeth clicking together as his thoughts came to the tip of his tongue.

"Women." James hissed bitterly. "The only reason we let you in here, is because too many God damned pussys like Lieutenant Trent Dickmuncher have filled the ranks."

Physically, Trent did nothing. Internally, however, he could hear the drunk voice of his late father...the voice of his drill instructor - "One-Eye Buck"...he could even hear himself. All echoed those words to him. All HATED him.

"Tired today, Dickmuncher? Maybe you should go back to bed, whilst the rest of us tea bag your cock munching mouth." Yelled James - his insult echoed from wall to wall as spittle probably sprayed out, unwanted. "Don't bother answering, I don't think there's enough tea in this squad to even make it worth the while."

'You certainly don't have the fucking tea, do you, Green?' came One-Eyed Buck's voice. 'You don't have the tea, Trent. Not a single goddamn fucking drop, you dickless teasucker!' Trent did not stir as he pushed the voices out of his head. He kept his stare upwards and his arms firmly behind his back, which may have pissed Captain James even more. The Captain's angry face, which Trent could not see, somehow added itself to the others. Apparently unsatisfied with the first barrage, Trent would have later sworn he heard the Captain open his mouth to shout another barrage of abuse - but the Captains wristwatch suddenly beeped, forcing him to recall whatever statement he had; later, no doubt, he would bring it to the fore.

"Alright you shit bags, grab your weapons, we aint got time to rub those pretty eyes of yours any longer." Roared Westmill, before he stormed over to the left hand wall of the sleeping quaters, where behind a laser-proof forcefielded shelf, sat an assortment of weapons. Westmill, being Captain, could easily access the shelf, and did so with ease. He found whatever he was looking for - probably the Repeater - and turned back to the soldiers.

"Come on you slags, hurry up!" The soldier's squirmed into a sludgy mass of green, brown, and red as they followed orders. Trent grabbed the first HM-17 he could lay his hands on, going so far as to light-heartedly yank it out of another soldier's hand. The voices and faces had disappeared - a good thing, considering the good Captain was still somewhere around, perhaps waiting to snag Trent for a good teabagging session...it wasn't like Trent thought the Captain was above such shit during his angry periods.

Nevertheless, he continued the messy dance of preparation with his peers. Managing to snag a few frags and some extra magazines, he weaved his way to the door, joining the squirm of soldiers who had managed to already collect their gear. 'Now lets see who's got the fucking tea tree, El Capitan.' he thought as his the last thoughts about the Captain receded into the back of his skull.

 
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 Ass Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too muchAss Kicker might just love this place a little bit too much
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Reserving character. I'll edit this to be the real post later when I have time...
 
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