Arrila: hope

[signasul]

Rules:
Ok a few ground rules for this, first off this is technically a post apocalyptic RP that takes place in Signasul’s home land, a land griped in a conflict 300 years old. There are only a few very simple rules to fallow

1. Post your character in the first post you make

2. No Rats, hares, rabbits, or wolves, they were driven extinct during the war. (you can be a raccoon through)

3. The teck level is equal to the teck that was available during the 1970’s there are guns , tanks, planes, but no lasers, robots, or hand held computers.

4. You are not a one man army, what dose this mean, it means 1. Carry only what your character can realistically carry don’t show up with two bazookas, a dozen machineguns and an infinite number of grenades. 2. Your not indestructible, if you keep your wits about you, and act appropriately to the situation and you’ll be fine. If , however, you charge out into the middle of the battlefield with two pistols draw facing off against a tank… yeah your going to die. 3 you will work better as a team. One man is good for recon, scouting ahead, but when the shooting starts you will need some one to watch your back.

Here’s the basic character sheet for this rp


Name: Self explanatory
Sex: ditto
Age: ditto
Species: ditto
Alignment: There are two factions to play as, the L.R.I. (Lord Redpaw imperium) a semi-fascist government that consists solely of Badgers that’s dedicated to the enslavement and/or eradication of all other beasts and the U.S.C. (United species coalition) made up of the remaining spices of Arrila
Equipment: what you have in terms of weapons, supplies, that sort of thing.
Bio: this is optional

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My characters

Name: Signasul Vasilove
Sex: male
Age: 27
Species: weasel
Alignment: U.S.C.
Equipment: P-35 bolt action rifle (56 rounds) fire heart 24 revolver (30 rounds) two frag grenades, 4 days worth of rations, armor plated vest (No helmet) 3 shots of hyperdrenzine (anti-biotic) 5 shots of Morphine (pain killer)

Name: Titarum Zakarus
Sex: male
Age: 45
Species: badger
Alignment: L.R.I.
Equipment: Zip 30 SMG (156 round) Zip 10 pistol (150 round) 3 frag grenades, Yankerlan light armored suit
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Intro:
Arrila is a small continent a world away from mossflower, scarcely any information remains on the early inhabitance or how beasts even arrived on its shore. Its past is shrouded in mystery… none of that matters now anyway.
Arrila was blessed with many intelligent minds in it’s history, by the time Martin the Warrior had his historic battle at Marshank the peoples of Arrila had become masters of flight and harnessed the power of electricity. But progress comes at a price and the minds of vermin and good beast alike tend not to wander far from war.
His name was Redpaw, charismatic leader of the Eastern Kingdom, and Badger lord of Arrila. He rose to power under the guise of ending the vermin threat by ending vermin kind, such was the hate of foxes, stoats, and the like that they followed him. Good beasts… they can be blamed for their ignorance, but not for had happened next, for the future Redpaw envisioned was not the one they expected. They turned their weapons on their fellow beast, and the great badger empire was forged in a torrent of blood
For many seasons they fought and swords gave way to guns. Guns gave way to cannons. Cannons gave way to bombs. Then one night the blood rage became to great and they unleashed on them selves the most terrible of their armaments and Arrila was bathed in nuclear fire and radiation.
47 million lives burned to ashes in the blink of an eye… it should have ended there, but it didn’t.

Welcome to Arrila

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Chapter 1: The University


The Tathka quarantine zone
14 miles from Tathka University
1978 A.C. (after schism)
300 seasons sense the bombs fell

The wind howled through the vast gaps in the ancient buildings, vast sky scrappers and office buildings now crumbling and rusting tomb stones casting grizzly shadows over the dead land with what meager light that filtered down through the heavy red clouds. 300 seasons ago Tathka was a marvel of beast kind engineering, a metropolis build atop a vast stretch of subterranean granite. It was the center of commerce, of learning, and of politics in pre-holocaust Arrila.
Standing on the shattered hulk of a burnet transport truck, all it looked like to Signasul was another ruined blown up, and burnt out ruin. 6 million beasts lived and worked here, so long ago. Not even bones left, just ash and flash frozen shadows. Like the one next to the truck, musty have been its driver, maybe an otter, hard to tell from the outline… he didn’t even see what hit him probably.
Stepping off the truck her popped his neck and look at the group with him.
“Ok, we’re on Harper street, 14 miles from the university” he looked over at a raccoon, the privet was adjusting the sights on his sniper rifle. Privet Fermin, decent enough soldier, if not a little quirky.
“ Privet, how’s the rad level?” He asked, Fermin put away the gun and took out the small box, the single gauge’s needle hovered over the 17. The raccoon shook his head.
“Still safe but we don’t want to stay here long”
Signasul sighed, this mission kept on getting better and better, on top of the dangers of radation, falling debris, and badger scout groups, he didn’t even know why he here. This mission was very hush hush, even the meager orders he had been given he couldn’t tell his men, and all they said was to get to the basement of university and grab some documents that the brass and some other really higher ups hoped survived the bombs and years of looting from both sides.
He shook his head.
“Ok, take five but be ready to move out when I say so”

[Tarpin]

Quick question: Is this a sort of special forces group or more regular infantry?

Name: Charles Weaver (Charlie)
Sex: M
Age: 28
Species: Kangaroorat!
Alignment: USC
Equipment: C-24S Automatic Carbine (210 rounds), Zip 10 Pistol (60 rounds), 2 smoke grenades, 1 fragmentation grenade, 4 days rations, 2 canteens, military shovel, Communications Radio, 4 bandannas, Ballistics Helmet

Bio: Charlie was born in a green zone. The city of Dustville .Way back in the day, it was the small settlement Dust Valley, in the middle of the desert. Because it was already a wasteland, it wasn’t worth dropping a bomb on. Since then it has grown into a large urban center. Most of what’s left of culture is stored there. The Dustville museum is one of the largest today. Charlie attended the university where he earned an advanced degree in anthropology, before he enlisted in the USC Military. Now he serves as a low pay grade specialist.

IC:
Broken bricks and debris shifted as Charlie made his way to the front of the column; he was walking in a half crouch and trying to keep as quite as possible while moving over the jagged and rocky terrain. Squatting with his back against the ruined side of the vehicle, he whispered up to Signasul, “Sir… I was wondering, did they happen to tell you if they expected any enemy presence? Or any sort of resistance? We haven’t seen a soul since we got here. It’s been a real quiet. Not even looters or gangs. Usually we see some kind of outcasts or anti-socials around the edge of a red zone. Sometimes even radiation saturated little societies, like that band of foxes the discovered up in the Skia red zone.”

[signasul]

(Every soldier is a specialist in , it’s a necessity of the war, but yes this is an advanced recon party of about 10 beasts)

Signasul sighed and sat down, rubbing some of the dirt out of his eyes as his men rested up, it had been a long sixteen hour walk from Musyaf to what was down town Tathka, he opened his rations and took a large bite out of a brown and blue brick. Standard rations, a hard taffy like substance call Flutride, had all the vitamins, nutrance and minerals you could need in a day. It tasted just as bad as it looked.
“Sir… I was wondering, did they happen to tell you if they expected any enemy presence?”
He looked down, it was Weaver, the weasel shrugged.
“We honestly don’t know, command doesn’t send drones out this far, no reason too” Signasul thought about that for a moment, it was odd, a ten beast recon party sent into the middle of no where in enemy territory to find documents in the basement of a… he shook his head, each time he thought about it the frustration set in. It was a waste of time, there was nothing in that building, aside from maybe a machine that could make bullets out of thin air, that could possible help them right now. He looked over his squad, every solder there was decorated or in some way highly trained, where were they doing here, yeah some much secrecy over some piece of paper. He looked back down at the Kangaroorat.
“I would expect give how far we are into enemy territory that we should at least encounter patrols, but given that their isn’t a U.S.C. outpost for nearly a hundred miles, and ditto on the L.R.I. I don’t expect us to run into anything heavy.”

[Tarpin]

“Roger that, sir. I just hope the stripedogs aren’t looking for it, too.” Then Charlie added under his breath, “And if they are, that they don’t know what they’re looking for either.” He settled a little lower in the debris. Letting his carbine hang from the sling, he pulled a canteen out of his load bearing rig. He took slow sips from it. His supply wouldn’t last much longer. But he knew it didn’t do any good in his canteen. It was a law of survival. Don’t ration your water. Eat little food until you found a clean water source. Charlie recapped the canteen and returned it to its pouch. Picking up his carbine, he scanned the ruins with the low power scope. Everything was still besides wind and the dust it carried. He lowered the weapon and took a long breath to fight back the fatigue. Looking back up he said, “Granted everything assignment we do tends to be odd; Command has never been interested in archeology before. To be honest, I am actually interested to poke around, even if we don’t find what we’re looking for. Anything intact in there is highly valuable, historically. Any museum would pay bags of cash for anything we found inside.”

OOC: BTW when I said "Specialist" I meant like the rank. College grads that don't do officer training can enlist as specialists instead of privates. But for his real military specialty, I guess he could be communications! .

[signasul]

Signasul shook his head and snickered
“dude I don’t know what’s down there, but what you just said” he took another bite of the rancid tasting stuff “I really hope we’re not here just to get some artifact.” he swallowed and looked over his shoulder down the dead street, buildings striped of their outer layers, floors layed bare, dust, wreckage. He shook his head and looked away, his eyes seemed to burn them selves into his rations.
“Besides, nothing worth remembering out here anyway…”

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Meanwhile just out side Tathka university

Titarum Zakarus stamped out his cigar on the brown and black earth and whipped some sweat from his brow. For three long days him and his 15 men had been stationed at the makeshift outpost waiting for word from the Fasharik (L.R.I. high command) and any supposed U.S.C. units that happen to come by. He looked over to check his towers, 3 badgers on a tower, 3 towers, all surrounding the only entrance to Tathka university that wasn’t now permanently sealed. He was waiting for word on the progress with the safe they had found yesterday, he clicked his radio on.
“Norminglinger, status on that vault door?” A moment passed before his radio crackled into life.
“Norminglinger here comandant. The door is nearly open, this steal was almost two feet thick sir.”
“I don’t want excuses!” Titarum growled “I want that document, now how long until I get it?
“Anouther few hours sir.” The badger clicked off the radio and leaned against the scrap metal barricade and smiled, soon this war would be over and he would be a hero.

[Chepsonek]

Name: Asodyn Doomfall
Sex: F
Age: 13 seasons
Species: Mouse
Alignment: U.S.C.
Equipment: Two Doune Pistols, both with the barrels cut short, a weeks rations, lightweight chain-mail, and a sleeping bag.

Name: Garlath
Sex: M
Age: 14 seasons
Species: Badger
Alignment: L.R.I
Equipment: A rifle, and a 36-caliber pistol



Asodyn watched a patrolling badger, careful to keep him in her sights. He got to a certain point, and she started to pull the trigger on her pistol. The young mouse was angry. These stupid badgers had ruined her home, and she hadn't even got out of middle school yet! Some of those badgers used to be her friends, her playmates. A large hand covered her gun. She looked up into the face of Garlath, her one-time friend. He pulled her quickly into an alleyway were they wouldn't be seen. "Asodyn! Are you mad? You'll get yourself killed!" Asodyn broke from his grasp. "I don't care, Garlath! I would rather die than be ruled over by badgers! And I can tell when you are protecting idiots." Garlath frowned, and he began toying with the gun he had in a holster. "Listen Asodyn, I don't care about that badger out there, I am just trying to save your skin!" Asodyn already had her gun out. "I don't need a nursemaid Garlath! If you want to save my skin, then just leave before I kill you! I know that you were my friend, but because of what happened......." Garlath's eyes began turning pink. "Because of what happened three-hundred seasons ago? Are you crazy?" Asodyn turned her back on him. "No! Because of what happened one season ago! Because you decided to join up with your kinbeasts! It sickens me to think of your treachery!" Garlath began walking away, controlling his temper, but still angry enough to reply stingingly. "I regret that you feel that way. And your treachery was worse." He flinched at Asodyn's answer. "Semi-fascist."

[Tarpin]

Crouching in the rubble with his back against the metal sides of the ruined transport vehicle, Charlie’s mind was numb. He was in a sort of half doze. From on his back, there came the crackle of his long high frequency radio. Only white noise, but the entire squad turned their heads instantly. And then it came again… and stopped. Charlie jumped up and shrugged out of his pack. Pulling it around to his front he began checking knobs and flipping switches on the big green box that was about the size of a VCR. “It’s a radio signal. Low power output, probably a handheld two-way device. It’s too far away to broadcast to us clearly. Someone’s out here. Maybe ten to fifteen miles away.”

[Chepsonek]

Asodyn slipped around another corner. She was about six blocks away from where she had argued with Garlath, and she was surprised to see a small patrol of creatures in the distance. She reckoned that is was about eight miles away, and heading for the ruined University. She wondered if it was U.S.C or L.R.I. If it was U.S.C, they probably would want to know about the badger patrol who were trying to get to the secret files in the University. She also wondered why they were trying to get in by the door. She knew a way, and had been inside several times. She hadn't bothered to confiscate the papers, what did she need with a load of old paper? She began jogging toward the patrol,going as quick as she could to warn them, She would be there in about 30 minutes, and maybe they would have moved by then.

[signasul]

((Lets call those left in the irradiated zones ‘locals’ and yeah I agree with Tarpin on that one, you may want to hold off just yet, we’ll need tanks soon enough, but not right now))

Signasul got off the truck and walked over to Charlie’s radio, the signal was definitely Omni-directional… two way mikes… 10... 13 clicks away…oh no
“Badgers, wouldn’t be using mikes if it was just a patrol which means ether it’s a search or a small fortification and both of those are bad. We need to get moving” He got back onto the truck and called out to the men.
“OK, listen up, we’ve just intercepted a radio signal, its L.R.I. likely a small base or fortification. Its close by judging from the strength of the signal so every one be on your guard, we move for the university, no stopping till we get there!”
He jumped off the truck as the beasts readied their gear and began to move.
“Charlie, you’re a good scout, so I need you to move ahead of the group, stay low and keep an eye out for patrols, this is supposed to be a straight in and out mission, I don’t want casualties, you got that?”

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“Garlath!” shouted titarum at the young army recruit “Quite Lully gagging and come here, I have an assignment for you!”

[Chepsonek]

Garlath jumped at his commander's command. Marching quickly over to him, the young badger made a smart salute. "Sir, yes sir!"

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Asodyn smiled as the patrol thingy-whopper began moving. Staying under cover, she began running toward them, knowing it wouldn't be long until she met up with a scout.

[Tarpin]

“Understood, sir.” Turning the volume on the radio to a minimal setting, Charlie swung his bag back onto his shoulders and started off. He was crouching slightly, keeping his head low. He jogged ahead but landed on the front of his paws, not his heel. It was a sort of springing, lope that covered ground fast and quietly. It was not energy efficient. Charlie mostly stuck to the right side of the street where the buildings used to be, but now only high rubble piles lay. His eyes darted back and forth; always aware of where the closest cover spots were. He kept the butt of his carbine against his shoulder, but the muzzle angled down in a low ready position. Every fifty meters or so he would kneel in the shadow of a rubble pile, to listen and also to raise his weapon to scan with the scope. He stopped for the dozenth time, when he thought he saw something move in the far right of his vision, but when he zeroed on it, there was nothing. He listened. The wind was picking up and he couldn’t hear anything besides its hiss. He passed the scope over the area again. Still nothing. He moved on. Even more careful to keep cover spots in mind. He checked a little ways further and took a knee. It was clear… Wait. There. There was a strange silhouette on top of a rubble mound. Charlie couldn’t tell what it was. It could be a trashbag. Or some other indistinctly shaped object. How would there be a trash bag around here? Charlie blinked. And it was gone. Charlie kept his weapon up and crept up the street. Whatever it was it was still more than 200 meters away. Crouching down in a small crater, Charlie peered intently through the scope. There was a flash of movement. Charlie caught a glimpse of what looked like the shape of a small creature. It had passed under a patch of sunlight as it darted to another cover spot. Whoever it was, they moved fast. Charlie ducked down into the crater. He would wait for it to get closer before deciding what to do. Crouching low, he double checked the glare filter on the front of his scope. It was still tight.

[signasul]

As Signasul and the rest of the ranks moved down the most direct path to the university the weasel stayed low, they kept their eyes on the path ahead and the skeletons of buildings that lined the dirty, ash covered road.
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The badger commander smiled and nodded.
“Good salute, you’ll be moving up the ranks soon boy, for now I have a task for you.” he looked up at the tall building directly across from the university, its cylindrical structure half fallen away from war and time
“up on that ruin” he said “I have a relief sniper, his radio is not working properly and I have to time to try to hear what he is saying over static, I want you to get up there and tell him to get down here, I don’t think any vermin will be showing up. Understand?”

[Chepsonek]

Garlath saluted again. "Sir yes sir!" And began to head towards the building, hoping it had stairs inside.

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Asodyn grinned, she knew the scout saw her. Putting on an extra burst of speed, she skidded to a halt next to the kangaroorat. She sat down and caught her breath, then spoke to him. "Ello chap. Did you know that a large group of badgers are trying to get into the University? I hope your group is ready."