Medieval Metal RP

OOC: Tulak...Is there a way we can write bullets out of this RP? Arrows, yes..But, bullets...No. It makes it less interesting, I THINK the captain would detect a race that has Guns, and most likely large cities with Tech...

Perin shook his head.
"There's no record of a ship crashing in this system. We only just discovered it. Then again, maybe." He said. He fished a grenade out of his pocket and threw it over the damaged wall of the ship. It was electrical, and the shell didn't get destroyed, so it could be reused after several hours of charging and sometimes repairs.
He heard several screams, and smiled. Technology was good.


OOC: I agree with Galox, i think it'd be better if they didn't have guns. After all, a planet with guns is NOT a medieval planet.

OORP: However, they DID have crossbows.

there's my 2$

Vente arrived too late, there were already rival tribes attacking...it. It was huge...Such a strange Meteor, Vente thought.

Although the attackers were more in number, Vente's "clan" was better armed and trained. The Leader ordered them to stop..

Silence only lasted a split second. Half of the attackers split from the group, and charged towards Vente.

Vente was an extremely good horseman, and could manoeuvre the worst-riding horse round the toughest tracks. The rest of his clan moved closer to the "meteor", but Vente turned around and started to work his way around the Large Crags of rock, and about 5 enemy fighters chased his.

The first was not very skilled on his hrse, and ran straight into a pillar of rock.

"1 Down, 4 to go" Vente thought.
2 Others had caught up with him by now, and were either side of him. To his left, he launched a Blue Ball or energy, knocking him off balance and into a volcanic vent.
On his right, the fighter had drawn his Sword, and lashed at Vente. Vente Ducked, and shoulder-barged him off his horse. His horses back hoofs smashed into his head...

Just 2 more to go...

Gius had found his pistol and the attackers were inside the ship. He span round and fired 3 rounds into an attacker's chest. His men were firing wildly lazors going everywhere and bolts just as much. "All men! Push harder!" Gius dived and killed 2 men with hatchets with his pistol. Gius and his men dispatched the attackers inside the craft and went outside to continue their stand. They were amazed at what they saw. A volcanic landscape with red skies and two tribes attacking each other. The crew started firing at the tribals with the same paints and markings as the ones inside the space craft...

Perin peered out a shattered window.
"There's more arrived! Looks like they're fighting amongst themselves..." He mused.
A noise behind, and a snarl. He turned to see a man with an axe, raising it above his head, preparing to swing. Perin click the button on his laser pointer. It struck the man in the chest. His expression and body froze, then he keeled over. Perin smiled, shaking slightly. His nerves were taught enough as it is.
He looked out again, to see one of the riders release a ball of blue energy from his hand.
"Wha..." He murmered, amazed.

Gius ducked just as a tribal sent fire out of his hand. "How the hell?" Gius thought out loud. He just narrowly missed another ball of fire and then he fired at the firehanded man, killing him. "What the hell is going on?!" Gius screamed. His men had dispatched most and there was only remnents now. Gius was concentrating on his men and he got hit by a hatchet. He fell to the floor but he still fired. eventually the attackers got scared and ran away. "Thank God for that..." Gius said then he gasped in pain. "Medic!" He screamed...

Vente could hear more Galloping hooves behind him. His horse jumped over a narrow river of Lava, before turning round and heading back in the same Direction he had came. Through the narrow wall of rock, he got out his two Short Swords from there scabbards, and held them either side of him.

When the fighters came round the corner, they ran straight into the swords, cleaving there heads of. There horses ran off in fright.

Vente then ran back to join his teammates on the Battlefront..

Perin lay wondering. Could it possibly be magic? As a child he'd always dreamed of magic. but how could magic be possible on one planet and not another? He shook his head. It didn't make sense. Then again; it was magic. It wasn't supposed to make sense.
He looked outside again. Some of the new tribespeople seemed friendly. A thought occured to him.
With all their technology, and understanding of science...they could become great! Really famous, have influence, have power!
And maybe some of the native could teach him a bit of magic. And he had some interesting ideas for analysing it. Energy converters and analysers, implants, injections possibly...Perhaps Magic and Science could be combined.
He got up and walked to the bridge. Most raiders were dead now, but he saw Gius and then he heard him.
"Oh crap! You're hurt? How? We really need a medic right now." Said Perin frantically as he searched his pockets for anything that might help.

Gius was laying on the floor holding his arm, it had a deep gash in it and it was allready contaminated by the infected hatchet. He was shivvering and shaking when he heard his scientist. "Need.... Help... now." Gius said gasping in pain from the wound. Some crew and friendly tribals gathered around him. "Wow! Look at that man! What is he? What is that he is wearing?" Said the stupidest of the tribals and his crew were doing their best to help him. "Get.. Medic.. Please.." Was all Gius had to say...

Name: Aerul Juntai
Role: Infantry
Age: 20
Appearance: Tall by human standards, broad shouldered but not greatly so, eyes which change colour according to his mood, messy dark brown hair.
Weapons: Combat knife, sliver pistol, sword, plasma rifle
(OOC: plasma rifle looks like this, roughly,

Spoiler:

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Clothing: Standard Feron chameleon combat armour
History (helpful but not necessary): Born on the human world of Feron Aerul is one of the perfect soldiers. Feron is a world that creates solely soldiers, Ferons as they are called, they have their own language, code and government as well. Ferons are divided into family groups where the head of the family rules. Ferons are the result of three centuries of genetic engineering and selective breeding. They are strong able to take alot of stress and have sharp eyes. Aerul is no exception, he was put on duty as a marine on Y7 class patrol ships and excelled at the virtual simulaters of ship to ship fighting and land fighting. Aerul can handle most cmbat related scenarios but as a Feron is not part of any of the groups of friends on the ships he serves on. Aerul along with his fellow Ferons are looked upon with distrust by almost all other humans and are seen as violent and untrustworthy folk in all but combat situations. Ferons are heavily relied on in combat and fighting.
Personality: Keeps to himself mostly, able to control and hide his feelings and has a good tactical mind.

For a hint at what he is similar to take a look at this. Ignore the rifle though.

Spoiler:

Gius got lifted into the destroyed wreck on a stretcher. He was placed in the med room and the crew tried patching him up. Tribals were very interested in this "Fallen Star" and was looking around, touching everything. Some even started worshipping the crew as Gods. "Idiots." Thought Gius just as the medic pushed a syringe into his arm to numb the pain. "There you go sir, I cleaned the wound the best I could and the nanites should help repair the damage. Got to use them sparingly though." The doctor said. Gius got up and walked into the main room. The crew were trying to get the tribals out without harming them. So far unsuccessfull. Gius pulled his lazor out and fired at the floor. Everyone jumped out of suprise. "Listen! You natives! Get out now!" The natives got the message and left.

The captain turned to the crew. "Right, we need a plan." Was all he said...

Aerul reached out for his respirator and pulled it out of his backpack, he fitted the mask on and breathed deeply. He swore when he realised what angle the ship was at and that the artificial gravity units in the section weren't working. He checked his pack, looked at the crumpled mess he was standing on and deliberatly stayed away from thinking how many must have been crushed to their deaths in their. He started to pull himself up the side of the room, using broken sheets of metal, shelfs that had fallen askew and other strange things sticking out of the wall and floor to pull himselfout of the room from the broken blast door, up the corridor and into a section where there was gravity. He shut the door behind him, adjusting to the fact the centre of gravity had changed and made his way along until he reached abit where the ship had lost the font bit, he was standing on which was nose down in the ground and the back which was at normal level, infront of him. He carefully made his way across the break and entered the back section. He headed along to the med bay to find the captain there. "Commandant Aerul Juntai, reporting Sir! Squad dead, force commander is missing Sir!"He said

Gius saluted and replied. "At ease Commandant, i am sure you know who I am? Well we need a plan. You are welcome to any input." He turned to the rest of the crew. "As you all know we have crashed on a unknown planet. Our ship's heavily damaged and the engines are out of commision. So here it is straight. We are stuck here and pretty much buggered." The crew exploded into conversation and were asking different questions. "Silence! We cannot call for extraction because that will put other peoples life on the line, also I don't think the communications are working so we have to fend for ourselves. We could possibly go strike an allience with a group of those natives. I am open to any ideas you might have." Gius said...

Perin watched the soldier enter. He was Feron. Perin had nothing against Ferons paticularly, but like many things, they made him nervous. He didn't like violence, and the Feron's were all about war.
He stood up. "There is no way we're getting off this planet in long time. The ship is far beyond repair, and judging by the people here, it's unlikely there is the technology to make a new one. We are unable and too far to communicate with earth and it's colonies; we have little technology as it is. I've salvaged what I can, and it isn't much. Besides..." He lowered his voice.
"We have so much more understanding, knowledge, and abilities then these people. We could really become great! It might not be terrible if we had to stay here." He said, unsure of how this might be received.

"Sir, if I may?" Aerul started. not seeing any message that he couldn't continue, he continued. "Our first action should be to find out exactly what the surroundings are and what use anything around here could have. Then we should establish a base here, secure it and begin making it more fit for habitation as a long term precaution then we should start foraging out to find supplies and anything that may help us so we can live even after our supplies are finished. If that doesn't appeal, start to send out scouts and find somewhere better and move what remains of use there."

"I agree with the second bit of that." Said Perin. "This landscape is not fit to live in; black, barren, burnt and volcanic. There is surely another place, even if we have to build a floating city." He said. He paused, and tucked away that idea for future reference.

"Sir, I can I lead an expedition away from this ship to hunt for better grounds?"

Gius looked at his soldier. "Great idea! I have done a little scouting before the attack, we are in the middle of a volcanic landscape. The ship could remain our base of OP at the moment." he turned to two soldiers and pointed at them. "You two, go and scout out further, we need to know more about this place, try and find a source of water and a good food supply. You can go with them if you wish. Right! listen up! We got to get this place sorted out, we must deactivate all exept the life support and we must make this place as much like home as possible. You four, go get us some beds and if possible, find survivors."

Half an hour later and Gius is walking around the ship, they had patched up most holes and turned off all the power exept for life support and lighting. They even cut some small holes to let in sunlight. They had enough food to keep them alive for another five weeks, so they were safe at the moment...

"You two come with me. Goruh ek Trando jek zi!" Aerul said to the two Feron soldiers before turning and leaving the ship with the two soldiers, heading out across the ash wasteland.

"Sir?"Heiwa said"Considering the fact that the ship is,as far as we can tell,unlikely to get repaired...would it be possible to use the ships parts to build stuff?I mean,all the technology on this ship...We could build quite a few useful things."

Name: Kalkara (kal-ka-ra)
Role: Native/beast
Tribe: Galakrapo (Gal-lak-ra-po)
Age: Unknown
Apearence: Huminoids. Slightly more beast like with claws and sharp teeth, but still looks reletivly the same as a human. About 5-6 ft. Stands on two legs, face the same just with an icy blue face.
Weapons: An icy sword. Crystal and frozen steel, with several gems and magic enchanted. The handle much like the amour (explained below) and the sword has 6 large curved spikes either side made with the same material. They also use little magic, healing properties, and there extendable almost metal claws.
Clothing/amour: (almost the same as Bandon's except with icy blues, whites and more blues with crystals in some places)
History: They live on Rorfen. They are a fairly small tribe, but are some of the strongest on the island. They (luckily enough) speak english (though they don't call it that) and wish to find another species which speaks it. Some over natives do, but they don't know that, and none on the island. They started out, like any species, many years ago. They attack, get attacked, but yet have made almost no allies, as they just won't speak any other languages.





Now: They were all looking out from the icy island edge. It was a cold night. They weren't adapted to cold as much as other tribes nearby but didn't feel tempretures that much. So if they wanted, they could go to the firey barren wastlands if they didn't mind swimming.
A shooting star, as the others would call it, appeared in the sky, possibly-and probably-landing into the fire wastlands. This could be some natives, possibly a god, or something/someone from a different world. Better go see what happening.

It was a long travel across the sea, but with the help of being reletivly good swimmers, they made it on the land. Huminoids were usually slower than some other tribes, but the Galkrapo were fast. They could run up to 40 mph. so the jorney there shouldn't be too long.
Many other tribes were coming to them. Some though were now, coming away. Could they be dangerous? Only one way to find out...

Perin nodded.
"That's what I was thinking as well. Even without a forge, we can make some crude machines with salvaged metal, wires, etc. Perhaps me and Heiwa should take over that project, Sir?" He asked the captain.

"Hmm... We could scavenge the front end of the ship. It has completely broke off. It is just over there." He pointed to the other half of the craft, nose first into the ground." You are allowed to build what ever you can, just make sure that the natives don't get it." Gius said before returning to his rounds...

The ash wasteland was a strange place to be but most Ferons have been to other, harsh enviroments. When they saw the Galkrapo they weren't exactly sure about them. "Etyo uit Kionekla jut benik morduls!"Aerul called to his two companions. All three of them pulled out their rifles, two laser rifles and a plasma rifle. The Ferons were ready to fight off the creatures should they prove hostile. "Can you communicate with us?" Aerul called, risking their safety.