Project Orion II

[Shade Leshyr]

Yes, I know, "Shade, you're starting two rps at once?" Yes, yes I am. This one is the Halo-style rp I wanted to do. Chose to pursue it after some discussion with Dusty.

Ten years after Master Chief's grand finale on the Ark, the universe is in chaos and disorder. The Spartan Project as a whole was ended. However, humanity is not without its need for soldiers beyond the normal. The remains of the Covenant still wages war against humanity, though they aren't the threat they used to be.

The UNSC, nearly broke, but still at unofficial war, turned its eyes to the roots of the Spartan Project: the experimental Orion Project. Reviving the project and revamping it, the Orion scientists and engineers perfected prior research. Through gene therapy and body-part replacement procedures, the Orion IIs were destined to become something besides human.

The result was the first anthromorphs, based on designs for All-terrain warriors and both instinctive and learned methods of combat from the animals chosen. Each Orion II soldier was equipped with the perfected (and less expensive) version of the MJOLNIR armor. Weaker than the MJOLNIR armor, but slightly more armored than standard armor with the energy shield tech, the Orion's are better equipped than standard marines.

All Orion's are volunteers. Officially, the Orion II's exist as a superior method of combating the remains of the Covenant, but unofficially, they also exist to search for the truly MIA spartans and obtain Forerunner technology when found.

oo-rah Orions!

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Name:
Gender:
Race:
Age:
Squad Position:
Appearance:
Biography:
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Name: Eric Jaymz Remmington
Gender: Male
Race: Timber Wolf
Age: 34
Squad Position: Assault Gunner
Appearance: 7' average build. Dark grey fur, green eyes. Plantigrade stance.

Biography: Eric graduated in a colony high school and enlisted into the military straight out. Early in his career, Eric had an extreme respect for the Elites and once fought an Elite hand to hand, winning only by a grenade shoved down the alien's throat.
Eric never really had any real family connections and no love life, so when the volunteer sheet came out for the Orion II's, his name was among the first on it.

[Dusty]

Name: Dimitri Boklov

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Anthromorph subtype M-11C: Siberian Tiger)

Age: 68 (Due to time in Cyro Sleep between actual deployments and advances in Medical Technology he appears much younger.)

Squad Position: Recon/Urban Warfare Specialist

Appearance: A large man by military standards. The augmentations did little to help his tall stature. He stands 6' 6" and weighs in at 245 pounds. He's a Siberian tiger of the White variety; a fact he dislikes due to his conspicuous nature when not in his armor. His body bares many examples of his combat experience. A large scar in his lower back and a cloned kidney tell the story of a needler round piercing his armor during the defense of the Atlas Moons.

Biography: Dimitri is one of the few remaining human soldiers who can claim to have seen the Human-Covenant War from start to finish. He was Born on the Inner Colony world of Skopje. At the age of 18 he followed in his family's military tradition and enlisted directly into the UNSC Marine Corp. From the start his physical bulk, another inheritance from his family, set him apart. Despite his Drill Sergeant's doubts he chose Recon as his MOS and graduated from Advanced Individual Training (AIT) at the top of his class.

During the interim period between graduation and beginning of open hostilities with the Covenant he participated in several smaller operations suppressing groups through out the outer colonies, though his units efforts where largely overshadowed by those of the ORION project. His performance did not go unnoticed. After successfully leading a group of colonial militia in defense of a UNSC Arms Depot he was awarded the Navy Cross and, on the recommendation of his CO, applied to ODST School where he was promptly accepted. Unknown to him his class's training was fast tracked due to the perceived threat of another Civil War in the outer colonies.

Just before graduation, the Covenant glassed Harvest. The same day as the Graduation Ceremony he was transferred to the 105th ODST Division and stationed aboard the Trafalgar. From there he witnessed the slow crumple of the UNSC's defenses first hand. Over the course of the war he saw action in dozens of engagements, including the defense of his Home World's Valuable Shipyards. Despite each victory on the ground his unit was forced to retreat due too the superior covenant fleet dominating the orbital battles overhead.

Towards the last year of the war (2252) he was sent to Officer Candidate School at Mars in the Sol System. He was just finished registering when news of the massive attack on Reach arrived. Despite the best efforts of the UNSC defenses the planet fell and all appeared lost as the Military Apex of the UNSC was destroyed. He received Emergency Orders to report to the Nonoperational defensive MAC guns in orbit and prepare for a Covenant Invasion that didn't come.

When the Prophet of Regret's fleet did arrive at Earth he led a Squad of ODST's in the defense of the "Madrid" defense ring against Covenant. After Regret retreated he was transferred ground side in order to shore up the holes left in Earth's ground defenses. During the second invasion of Earth his squad fought a desperate battle to hold high ground around New Mombasa.

He participated in the attacks on Covenant AA batteries to allow a last ditch strike on the Ark. Which were ineffectual, and to make matters worse the Flood arrived. Though the timely arrival of Elites helped to mitigate the infection he still lost many men to the alien plague, a fact that didn't rest easy with him. Tried as he might he couldn't get the remains of high command to allow him on the Glory Unto Dawn. Instead he led clean up operations against the remaining Covenant ground forces and isolated Pockets of Flood until the end of the War.

After 50 years of fighting he couldn't quite believe the war was over. With the UNSC beaten and bloodied he chose to join the Top Secret ORION-II project mostly because he had no where else to go.....

[Crusadra]

Name:
Cedric O'Sullivan

Gender:
Male

Race:
Coyote

Age:
29

Squad Position:
Close-Combat-Specialist. (Includes Hand-to-hand, and short-ranged as well some medium ranged weaponry)

Appearance:

Height:
7'1"

Weight:
304

Fur-color:
Coyote standard

Eye-color:
Emerald green

Main Appearance:
Well built fellow with a few scars on his left thigh, right arm and mid back. Has Plantigrade stance.

Biography:
Born and raised on Mars, Ced had joined the UNSC Marine Core at the age of 20 and slowly worked his way through training and then was shipped off to fight the good fight. One day at the age of 23, he was driving a Warthog and a fellow Squad-member back to their base, when they are ambushed by a set of Grunts and an Elite. The within a minute, there ended up being one casualty and a few hole ridden corpses belonging to the Covenant. The Elite and Ced continued to fight, until he discharged a blast from his shotgun into the jowls of the Elite, splattering it's brain into the sky. After that engagement, he took a different course and was transferred to an ODST group. Over the next few years, he'd gotten up-settened with another transfer that would end up moving him to a desk job and decided to take the offer of joining the Orion Project, taking the forms and sending them back in great stride, sooner than later, becoming one.

{{If anyone has any problems with this CS, do send me a PM or catch me on MSN and I'll try to clear things up.}}

[Shade Leshyr]

Looks good to me, but if anyone else can catch a tweak, feel free to speak up. Also, I'm extending my paragraph post policy to this rp as well.

[Shade Leshyr]

Still waiting for some more people to join, so let your friends know guys ^^

[Buzzwolf]

Kinda went overboard on teh Bio...which it pretty much the direct result of my having written it last night at nearly three in the am....XP

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Name: Sandra Fierfek
Gender: Female
Race: Sand Fox
Age: 37
Squad Position: EOD, Engineer
Appearance: Stands at 5'3" with a modest build to her, weighing in at a grand total of 153 lbs. her fur is a light tan color with a creamy white chest and jaw. her ears, 'gloves', 'boots' and the end of her tail are a 'burned tan'. she has a 'fur tattoo' on her right shoulder of a extensive tribal marking. her head hair is a dark brown. her eyes would be a brilliant crystal blue, but only her right eye remains as such. her left eye is a glowing green iris with black in place of the white. both of her forearms have been replaced with mechanical prothetics after a previously unknown genetic problem caused issues during the Morphing process. it didn't fully take. her forearms didn't morph properly and her body began to reject them as 'not being hers', causing problems with her entire genetic structure, threatening to destablize the entire structure, they were quickly removed and replaced with the mechanical limbs. Four of her vertabre in her lower back were destroyed when the violent process tore through her system and caused a violent disconnect with the segments mid morph. the results destroyed the DNA in the four segments and made it impossible to flash clone replacements, the lower four segments were replaced with titanium replacements. a similar reaction happened with her legs, her knees were replaced when muscle spasms from the morph destroyed her knees(Rapid growth and alterations physically destroyed them, while they were replaceable, they found synthetic's would be a good replacement). Her Solar Plexus and whole front section of her ribcage was also replaced with titanium as part of her EOD MOS

Biography: Born on the backwater planet on teh edge of human controled space, Sandra was born to a colonist family that had decided to settle down after years of long space journeys shipping cargo from one place to another. she'd never seen the stars teh way her parents had and it drove her crazy when they woudl tell their stories of their old lives as shippers. early in her youth she started her carrer as a bit of a trouble maker, trying to find excitement where ever she could. she got legally marked as a pyro at age eleven when she tried to set a field on fire just to watch it burn. before and after that, there were always minor pranks with low to mid grade explosives(the planet had rich ore and often had construction areas designated for strip mining).

Everything about the Human/Covenant war interested her. to her it was a sense of adventure, excitement and something to get off this little shithole of a backwater planet. it practically became part of her morning routine to find out what was happening with the war. for years this went on, on the level of what could be considered College Football interest. Her parents didn't want anything to do with the UNSC or the government outside their little planet. they believe it was teh UNSC's fault in the first place that the covvies were attacking. Sandra couldn't have cared less who started it, she just wanted in on it. every time she asked though, it was always the same response. "No, we're staying out of this god forsaken war"

Finally, on her eightteenth birthday, her parents agreed, regardless of the fact that they had little say at that point. it was more of a blessing seeing that she would never fit in in such a rural community like theirs. Sandra was enlisted and shipped off planet within a week. she enlisted in what else but her calling. blowing the fuck outta shit. EOD and general explosives.

Unfortuenately, for her at least, they didn't allow fresh recruits to take on explosives, not immediately at least and she was moved to a field engineer position in the meantime till her required time was allotted for the position. one thing she hadn't expected about the position, was that she found she actually liked it. she loved learning how and designing the very things she could very well be blowing up later on. it was almost like designing your own challenge to see what you could make the most indestructable, just so you could figure out the best way to blow it up. she got top marks of her classes during these years, and honors from her superiors when working the feild.

When the time came for her to take up her Explosives specialization, everyone expected her to simply stick with her engineering skills because of how much she seemed to love it. she in fact, didn't even blink when it came time to make the decision to switch. it was, afterall, what she had joined intending to do. it would take her another good chunk of time before she would be able to rejoin the fleet again, this time her classes weren't showing the same marks whatsoever. everything but the practices and simulations suffered. but when she got her hands on the devices, it was like watching a master solve a rubiks cube. every single time, the simulations went off without a hitch. for it, she was regarded as the top of her class regardless of the fact that her 'grades' suffered. when it came to application, surviving the situation, was all that mattered in the end. she graduated with honors, much to the dismay of some of her classmates, and was immediately shipped to the front of the fleet.

She was assigned to various squads through her first few years in explosives, never making lasting connections to her squad mates, she was seen as a techie that was simply necessary to complete the mission, even though she could more than handle herself. it wasn't until her sixth year that the accident happened.

A single squad, nothing special about them other than they'd been selected to accompany her to her target, keep her covered, and get her out in one piece. She'd seen men die in the line of duty, but never really thought of it as more than an occupational hazard, until she met the Beta Squad. the last squad she would join before the Orion project. to them, any member of the squad was like family, and they had a motto, "Once a Beta, Always a Beta" they never treated her as a simple techie there to do a job and bug out. they of course knew she had orders and would be gone after the mission one way or another. but they had a bond that seemed to forgive that entirely. working with them became as though she'd worked with them her entire life, everyone in the squad seemed ot be able to read each other and predict and do what was needed to get the job done quick and effeciently. they were given a couple days to get situated while they were taken to their destination. it was then that the bond formed, she felt that she could truly trust these soldiers with her life.

The operation was simple enough, get in, blow the fuck outta the target, and get back out. easy enough in theory. they got cornered in a trap while she was setting the explosives, three of the men fell before they could fire off a single shot. Beta was true till their last men, completeing the mission and getting her back safely to the rendevu. Beta squad had nearly given all their lives to make sure she got back, the final component of their mission. it was something that truly rattleed her, they were so willing to give their lives for someone they'd barely known for a couple days, and the loss, tore at her. she blamed herself for their demise, even though none of it had been her fault, they'd just snagged a trap the next squad to pass through would've hit. she picked up and edge to her. a mental wall so to speak, keeping distances from fellow soldiers outside of her own 'Bomb squad'. and even to them she seemed distant and lost.

When the sign up for the Orion project made it to light, she signed without a second thought, possibly looking at it as a way to further distance herself from her sense of loss, or even possibly looking for a new start entirely.

[Shade Leshyr]

Well guys, I don't think anyone else will be joining us. Should we start or does anyone wish to back out?

[Dusty]

Three players is small but I think it'll work

[Shade Leshyr]

It might, that is a standard scout squad size and we aren't really a full front squad. So it comes down to if anyone feels like backing out.

[Crusadra]

Fine by me guys. Y'all just start when ready.

[Shade Leshyr]

I'm pretty sure Buzz is gonna stay on board, so I'll type up an IC here in a few.