Primal Weyland
Well-Known Member
((Welcome to the 405th RP - or Role Play, as some may prefer.
This is intended purely for fun, but before we begin we'll set up a few simple rules.
1.) There will be no 'godmodding' within this RP. Look at this link and learn what it is.
2.) Taking control of someone else character, without their permission (bunnying, as the legends put it) will result in the relevant punishment.
3.) No spam. If I see spam I'll ask you to remove it. This includes posts not relevant to the RP. If you have a question, post it elsewhere or PM me.
4.) One-sentence posts are prohibited and likewise discouraged. Make it interesting, people.
5.) I'm the Juggernaut, BITCH.
6.) Failure to comply with the rules will earn you my verbal boot up your ass, then a removal and a report for repeat offenses. And believe me, it'll require surgery and vaseline to remove my boot from your ass if I have to remind you of the rules.
7.) This RP is set loosely within the Halo universe, sometime after the events of Halo 3. All characters wanted, but please. We want regulars as well as SPARTANs who can haul turrets around. ODSTs, crewmembers, marines? All welcome. Mix it up.
8.) Please post your PROFILE in the other topic. I'll set up a template.
That being said, I'll set the first post.))
Borg arbitrary date 85520403:4432
Location: unknown [no current analysis yielding results]
Current air supply at 80% - expected supply runtime of 800hours at optimal. Suggest stasis to preserve supply for as long as possible.
Primal growled a little as she rested back into the uncomfortably-small escape pod, flexing her right paw irritatedly as she looked out at the inky lackness before her, dotted with unfamiliar stars.
Approximately half an hour ago she'd piloted a small shuttle close to a susbpace anomaly to take accurate readings. Eddies had torn her little vessel apart, and dragged her escape pod through to... wherever this was. There were no traces of the 'wormhole' that had carried her... heck, she didn't know. All sensor logs had been destroyed with her shuttlecraft, and she didn't even know if she would be able to be rescued. Wherever she was might not have intelligent life for light-years, and even so, who knew how they would react to a Borg wolf? They might not even know what she was. And without her link to the Collective... she was one. One drone. One drone alone.
With a little sigh she poked at the display before her and called up the standard distress protocols, recording a short message to be broadcast on all wavelengths and frequencies.
"This is Primal Weyland - One of Two, secondary command-control of Unimatrix Zero Five. If anyone out there is receiving this message, please respond. I am adrift in an escape pod and am unable to verify my location. My oxygen supply is limited and I require immediate assistance. I repeat, I require immediate assistance. Over."
The message would continue to be broadcast on a loop over and over until the fuel cell in her pod gave out - at this rate, she would suffocate before that happened, and the message would loop out to an uncaring, unheeding void forever. However, she was resourceful, and she had hope. Somehow, someway, she would be rescued, and make it home.
This is intended purely for fun, but before we begin we'll set up a few simple rules.
1.) There will be no 'godmodding' within this RP. Look at this link and learn what it is.
2.) Taking control of someone else character, without their permission (bunnying, as the legends put it) will result in the relevant punishment.
3.) No spam. If I see spam I'll ask you to remove it. This includes posts not relevant to the RP. If you have a question, post it elsewhere or PM me.
4.) One-sentence posts are prohibited and likewise discouraged. Make it interesting, people.
5.) I'm the Juggernaut, BITCH.
6.) Failure to comply with the rules will earn you my verbal boot up your ass, then a removal and a report for repeat offenses. And believe me, it'll require surgery and vaseline to remove my boot from your ass if I have to remind you of the rules.
7.) This RP is set loosely within the Halo universe, sometime after the events of Halo 3. All characters wanted, but please. We want regulars as well as SPARTANs who can haul turrets around. ODSTs, crewmembers, marines? All welcome. Mix it up.
8.) Please post your PROFILE in the other topic. I'll set up a template.
That being said, I'll set the first post.))
Borg arbitrary date 85520403:4432
Location: unknown [no current analysis yielding results]
Current air supply at 80% - expected supply runtime of 800hours at optimal. Suggest stasis to preserve supply for as long as possible.
Primal growled a little as she rested back into the uncomfortably-small escape pod, flexing her right paw irritatedly as she looked out at the inky lackness before her, dotted with unfamiliar stars.
Approximately half an hour ago she'd piloted a small shuttle close to a susbpace anomaly to take accurate readings. Eddies had torn her little vessel apart, and dragged her escape pod through to... wherever this was. There were no traces of the 'wormhole' that had carried her... heck, she didn't know. All sensor logs had been destroyed with her shuttlecraft, and she didn't even know if she would be able to be rescued. Wherever she was might not have intelligent life for light-years, and even so, who knew how they would react to a Borg wolf? They might not even know what she was. And without her link to the Collective... she was one. One drone. One drone alone.
With a little sigh she poked at the display before her and called up the standard distress protocols, recording a short message to be broadcast on all wavelengths and frequencies.
"This is Primal Weyland - One of Two, secondary command-control of Unimatrix Zero Five. If anyone out there is receiving this message, please respond. I am adrift in an escape pod and am unable to verify my location. My oxygen supply is limited and I require immediate assistance. I repeat, I require immediate assistance. Over."
The message would continue to be broadcast on a loop over and over until the fuel cell in her pod gave out - at this rate, she would suffocate before that happened, and the message would loop out to an uncaring, unheeding void forever. However, she was resourceful, and she had hope. Somehow, someway, she would be rescued, and make it home.