(( Can I start the rp off ? If I am granted permission for the start, I'll be starting off in the middle of a battle or something.))
No. I already know where you guys are going to start, there will be a fight but not yet.
I'll check back through out the day, there was a person considering joining. If there is no new characters I'll start the story.
STORY STARTS NOW
“Welcome and thank you for volunteering on this mission. Take a seat and we can begin this briefing...” A older bald male says as you enter the room. All of you will recognize him as Woolven, the head of the combat side of D3.
You all sit down at a conference room table, the table itself a nice solid wood table, nothing particularly ornate about the table or the chairs, a single folder with a the D3 crest centered proudly in the middle is in front of all ten chairs surrounding the table. A single screen was turned on behind Woolven showing a blue out line of a Leviathan class ship.
“I thought there was going to more. You were all informed to be here at 1000. I'll have to have a talk with the late comers.”
He tapped the screen behind him. The screen showed a large map and a very proper building front of a very large complex with no marquee anywhere in the shot.
“Most of you will not recognize this building. But its been a thorn in our side for awhile now. One of many and one of many removed should you prove successful. All of the information we have points to this complex as being a Demonic Research Complex.”
Woolven smacked the screen again.
A new window appeared and then unfolded into seven more like it. Each one showing a picture of seven different people four humans and three elves, all of them looking like the picture was taken with a telephoto lens.
“Your objectives are as follows:
Capture or kill these seven people. There is 'All force necessary' waver in those folders.
Retrieve any and all data you can access. Even if it means you are having to carry a winchester drive out of there.
Also in the folder is a requisition for any necessary equipment you may need.
At 0800 you will meet at the garage and take a transport to the Sand-soto region, where upon, you will rendezvous with CEM team three. Who will escort you to the the facility and provide back up should it be needed.”
This concludes the brief. You have the rest of the day to prepare yourself and...” Woolven looks around at everyone. “Get use to your teammates, this isn't training, a failure here means death. I don't want to fill paperwork needed, should one of you die. Dismissed...”
Smoke slowly arose from the cigarette that kylint's mouth held, His eyes taking short, quick glances at the seven pictures; His targets. He looked at one of the elves in the pictures, The red mowhawk catching his eyesight. " That one's mine... " , He muttered silently while looking around the table, His eyes descending upon the group that sat before him. He tapped the table infront of him slowly and silently with one finger, the beats eventually turning into a rythmn as he continued on with the tapping. Silence, The tapping stopped. Kylnit had arosen from the chair, His neck cracking as he moved it around in a clockwise way. A few minutes passed, Kylnit took every single one of them to take a closer look at the pictures on the screen. His eyes moved frequently around , Stopping at each picture for a moment before moving on.
A whistling tune could be heard as He left the room silently, The tune was one of the oldies. " Set fire to the rain " , A tune Kylnit had admired since he was a mere child. The whistling sounded plainly pastoral and could easily be heard across the room.
< Another one bites the dust > , A loud sound errupted from the handheld in Kylnit's hands as he fiddled around with it. Zeon Robot Smasher l , Probably the only thing close to a memory He carried around. A few thoughts popped into Kylnit's empty coconut for a head as he gazed at the bright screen infront of him. He shook his head around after a few sexonds, realising he had zoned out. < No I can't go back, It would hurt too much > , Muddling around in his pool of thoughts and memories before walking off towards the barracks.
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Name:Durzo Voren
Gender:Male
Race:Human
(Demon Taint: yes/no)No
Basic Appearance: A tall, caucasian man standing at 6'3" (feet, inches? think that's right.) His hair is a dull red that cuts off a bout 3 inches from his shoulders. He has short bangs and his hair is almost always styled by his pillow. (bedhead, go figure) His eyes are a dull gold. He usually wears chain-based clothing with red cloth underneath, and a red and black handkerchief over his face.
Stats
Form: Primary
Health: 100/100
Energy: 100/100
Armor: 20/20 (current total armor/total armor :armor name) (Any armor you have adds on to this stat.)
Demon and demon tainted only stats:
Rage: 0/20 (Rage increases 2 per post in combat and decreases 2 during non-combat)
Mist: 100/100 (Mist regenerates over time 1 tick per post unless used.)
Skills:Good at repairing guns, very stealthy, can pick locks, can fall asleep almost anywhere and wake almost anytime.
Strengths: Attractive, Disciplined, Decisive, Humorous, Brave, Adventurous
Weakness: Split-personality disorder, Doraphobia (fear of fur or animal hides), distrustful, kleptomaniac
Inventory: Money:10,000 (unless you changed that)
Normal pistol(holstered), Chain gear(worn),Basic red clothing(worn), Combat knife(hidden in boot),Various other items(pens, flashlight, belt, good luck charm, canteen, lockpick)
Extra Training:RAES Type A, CSPP
"Well, the two stragglers showed up after all. Showing up late it not a habit you should get into. I'm not going to brief you, here are two folders that carry all the information you need. And consider it lucky I don't rip you a new one, now shoo."
Durzo grabs the folder from Woolven's hand and walks out of the room, muttering thanks as he exits. He looks down at the vanilla folder as he rubs his hand over the top of it. He slides his hand over to the side from which it opens, and opens it. inside holds the briefing of which seven peoples lives were being threatened. He takes the photos out and flips through them one by one, looking at each of them closely, seeping in each detail of their faces, before finally putting them all back into the files neatly. Rubbing one hand through his red hair, he lets out a long sigh. The last thing he saw as he tucked the folder away, was his squadron.
"For christ's sake.... I just had to get stuck with them. I'll just have to end this mission quickly."
He heads down the hall back to the barracks, thinking about the seven people on the chopping block.
Kylnit barged his way into the barracks, His footsteps making loud " thud " noises . He stopped at the entrance and looked above at the metallic sign just to be sure. < I wonder where the others are... > . He sighed in a bored way and marched on towards the barracks once more. Upon reaching the barracks, Kylnit abruptly stopped his stride as someone called out to him. " Hey, How's the wife ? " , Some laughing burst out by the man at saying this. Kylnit chuckled at the comment but turned around immediately, His stride quickening as he started to walk towards the man. " What did you say ? " , Saying this with a bit of anger. He didn't wait for a response, Kylnit swung a balled up fist at the man's chin speedily, The jab ramming into his jaw. Kylnit then changed his position into an orthodox stance and let out a barrage of kicks to the body, keeping it varied by sending out a different kick each time. Each kick hit the body with ease, This pushing the man back towards the wall he leaned on. " Don't say anything about my family again.. " , He walked off, Leaving the bloodied man on the ground.
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You hear behind you several alarmed people and a single male voice "I'm going to kill that guy." Followed by another voice, "Its not worth the court-martial...He'll get his..." You don't hear the rest of that sentence.
"You are lucky that he didn't claw your face off. You just beat up Jason Sebek." A smaller looking guy said as you entered the barracks. "Supposively he is a weretiger. So I would watch it next time you see him."
To the ordinary bystandered, leaning in the corner was a unassuming man of great calm and composure. His face was a well worn mask of resembling the an undisturbed pool of water. Yet to the trained eye, a simple glance would reveal a coil viper, ready to strike all prey within its reach. Jonny knew his facade was flawless, honed by years of training as an ambassador's son and years of running a cut throat Internet business. His facade, though, was just a facade.
This does not bode well, he cursed inward as more cold sweat beaded at his neck and wrists. He had just seen 3 members of his team leave towards the barracks.
Jonny's tattoos began to itch. The cogs of the mental machine had been turning, fueled by nervous energy. Brought forth by his training, the machine began to analyze the relevant three.
The stride was the key factor for the man with the fedora. Light, efficient, fast, and aloof: the nature of this man is an assassin.
Johnathan filed a mental note to confront him directly.
The key to the red haired man was the word he said in the hall way. Amatures. The nature of this man is the proud professional.
Johnathan filed away another mental note,"Prove my worth."
Though for the last man, there was no key. His nature was masked by grief and pain.
Johnathan filed away the last note."This man is dangerous."
Now that the easy part was done, He took a stiff drink from his flask and began to walk toward the remaining four. Under his breath was the silent plea that he would not need to begin the conversation.
Kylnit walked over to the weapons locker, Taking small glances at the people next to him. He fixed his eyes onto the man grabbing his weapons from his locker. He tried to get a closer look at the inventory of the man and ended up staring at it for awhile before eventually turning badk to his items. His blades, seen by the normal eye would look quite simple. They had everything, a nice hilt but no blade attached to it, only a metallic frame . He pressed a few buttons and the blade flickered into life, the blade seeming to erupt from the hilt and into the frame. The perfect weapons for close range combat, deadly and efficient. He transferred his eyes towards the suit of armour that hung infront of him, A bit heavy at the first sight but it could handle pace. The marks on the suit carried no memories just pain, the sound of battle cries filled Kylnit's ears as he stood there. Zoning out.
Back to reality, Kylnit stood still like a dummy, a lifeless body. His eyes winked as he shut out the cries, < I ain't going back.... > , Kylnit then moved the armour aside, into his hands. He took a short look at the plasma rifle infront of him. < This brings back memories > , He picked it up and took a while aiming around the room with itt, before placing it on the holster located on his back.
". I'm Back "
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Kylnit was seated on a wooden bench just next to his locker, Taking a smoke . A few footsteps could be heard as Kylnit watched the door, His eyes trained on the door silently. He then noticed a few people of medium height enter the room, One of them being the guy he had beaten up earlier in the day . He continued smoking , Trying to avoid eye contact with the man and his cronies. Beads of sweat started to form on Kylnit's neck as the men closed in on him. " Their target " . Kylnit then looked up nervously and saw the man holding a knife, the desin being similar to his own. " Back for more ? " , Jason chuckled at the comment and swung the knife without responding to the question. Kylnit ducked just in time as the knife ripped into the locker he sat infront of. It sliced through the metal like a hot knife through butter, the knife leaving traces pf plasma on the locker. Kylnit sent out his daggers, Cursing at the men in unison. He flicked a switch on eqch hilt, this igniting the blades in a flash. He was outnumbered 4 to 1 . < where are the others when you need them ...>
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As Jason turned around to look at the man who had called out to him, Kylint sprang into action . He slammed one of the knives into the man next to him, The knife lodged itself into the man's achilles heel and made him fall down , screaming in pain. The other man turned around only to see a man clutching his heel in pain and a fist being thrown towards his face. He fell down, holding his face as blood sprung put from his broken nose. Kylnit then looked at the two stragglers and pointed to Jason , " Your mine !!!!! "
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Carrying his recently requisitioned sharpener to the barracks, Johnathan was not using his normal facades. "Two steps", he silently moaned. He had only taken two steps towards those left in the room before bolting. Berating himself mentally, he had passed the time by gathering intelligence on the special three. He now had a now had a name for the dangerous one, Kylnit.
Suddenly, he heard sounds of combat emanating from the barracks. Entering the room he saw the three injured men. Immediately, Jonny roll up his left sleeve and primed three healing spells. Wanting to diffuse the situation quickly, he adopted the tones of a premiere drill sargent and shouted, " What is the meaning of this!"
"STAND DOWN! Medical team to barracks!" Every one in the barracks room stopped what they were doing. Woolven strode into the room like he knew there was a fight going on.
"I don't care who wronged who or who did what. Save your pent up anger for a coming. That's what you are here for. Jason! You know better. I had given you a direct order to not interact with fresh trainees. As for you two." He points at Kylnit and Drandus. "If you two were not mission bound, I would have both of you out of D3 by next morning."
The medics were already in action removing the wounded men from room. Jason being the last to go has he was struggling to break free from the two medics. "Next time..." He made a gesture, pulling his finger across this throat.
Woolven saw the gesture. He stopped the to medics with Jason. All confidence Jason has seems to drain way. Woolven calmly put his hand on Jason's head, with out any sound, Jason's body fell limp.
"Get that blood off the floor before it stains it."
A medic handed Woolven a tablet, he looked at conversed with the medic breifily and then looked at Kylnit and Drandus, "The medical charges for all five of them will be coming out of your pay. Rebuilding an ACL isn't cheap."
His voice drowned out by the Woolven's fierce proclamation, Johnathan remained unnoticed by the second entrance to the barracks. Leaving quietly, he began to wander headquarters. Unknown to him, he was unconsciously shadowing Drandus.
Upon figuring out that you are both lost, none of the rooms look familiar to you, nor does the bulk head numbers. 5-29-M is the closest bulkhead.
There is a small terminal active in nook. Using it showed you how large the place really is. At there very top of the map screen is says 'CASS Rothesis, LVR-RV Hull 0228'
When you matched the bulkhead number to where you are, you are in the medical sector of the ship.
Kylnit found himself staring up at the sky, raindrops plopping down onto his head. He blinked twice and wondered what he was doing there. Looking back up towards the dark sky, he noticed a star. His star. Standing in the rain, Looking up at the stars; Everything he did seemed to be linked to his past. Did it mean something ? Kylnit continued to look up at the sky, Ignoring the downpour of rain. Taking a few more minutes to look back, He then started to mutter an incantation, one he didn't seem to know. His eyes became a bright white colour, his mouth couldn't stop. His human figure started to fade as his body seemed to transfer into an energy type form, light spilled out from his body and scattered around. < Stop ! > , His human figure started to appear again, the energy form fading back into the depths of his body. He stopped muttering.
< The past hurts too much to go back >
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Through the rain you hear slow but constant clapping that stopped as soon as you turned around.
"I would recommend you learn to control your demonic powers better." The owner of the voice stepped closer so you can see him.
He is human, or appears to be, but very large for a human. However the rank insigna worn on his shirt means he out ranks you considerably.
"I would get in before the storm gets worse. This pier is not the safest place to be in a storm." He said turning away and walking back to shore.
You could look across the bay to port and see that they too were taking shelter from the storm, warning lights were up, blinking brightly against the gloomy and foreboding clouds.
Back inside, a TV was showing the news, talking about the tropical storm bearing down on Port of Haven.
"Tropical Storm Casandra is expected to make landfall later tonight. NWS does not advise being out and recommends stay home tonight. Shore Power says that despite the shifting currents the power link between the city and the Rothesis is stable but just to be sure they are spinning up the the back up turbines should the link fail. Now over to Jordan with...more weather...."
Below inside the Rothesis, more preparations are underway for the storm. Every once in awhile you hear metal groaning and settling.
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Info dump:
CASS Rothesis is a leviathan class research ship that was grounded and turned into the headquarters for D3 To solve the space constraints for such a large ship, they sank the ship 200 feet below the surface of the water and away from the the busy port.
Port of Haven is a very busy ocean side city with an active shipping ports for both water based vessels and space bound vessels. Not only is it a port city is it is a capital city for (prepare for a cringe) New America.
Kylnit stood in the rain for a moment, his mouth closed, thoughts running through his head. < I've got demonic powers ? > , He looked down at his hands, still slightly glowing. He then proceeded to walk back towards the shore, lookig around for the man he had seen earlier. Kylnit didn't see the man after a few minutes of searching and gave up, He started to walk towards the ahore once more and eventually got inside, soaking wet from the storm of rain continously hitting the area. He then walked around for a few minutes and eventually found the mess hall. Kylnit walked in, his clothes letting out large amounts of water. A few minutes later, He was sitting at a table, munching on a bit of food while staring at the people around him.
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Hey I just met you and this seems crazy, so heres my gold block and lets be lazy. . . .
No. I already know where you guys are going to start, there will be a fight but not yet.
I'll check back through out the day, there was a person considering joining. If there is no new characters I'll start the story.
STORY STARTS NOW
“Welcome and thank you for volunteering on this mission. Take a seat and we can begin this briefing...” A older bald male says as you enter the room. All of you will recognize him as Woolven, the head of the combat side of D3.
You all sit down at a conference room table, the table itself a nice solid wood table, nothing particularly ornate about the table or the chairs, a single folder with a the D3 crest centered proudly in the middle is in front of all ten chairs surrounding the table. A single screen was turned on behind Woolven showing a blue out line of a Leviathan class ship.
“I thought there was going to more. You were all informed to be here at 1000. I'll have to have a talk with the late comers.”
He tapped the screen behind him. The screen showed a large map and a very proper building front of a very large complex with no marquee anywhere in the shot.
“Most of you will not recognize this building. But its been a thorn in our side for awhile now. One of many and one of many removed should you prove successful. All of the information we have points to this complex as being a Demonic Research Complex.”
Woolven smacked the screen again.
A new window appeared and then unfolded into seven more like it. Each one showing a picture of seven different people four humans and three elves, all of them looking like the picture was taken with a telephoto lens.
“Your objectives are as follows:
Capture or kill these seven people. There is 'All force necessary' waver in those folders.
Retrieve any and all data you can access. Even if it means you are having to carry a winchester drive out of there.
Also in the folder is a requisition for any necessary equipment you may need.
At 0800 you will meet at the garage and take a transport to the Sand-soto region, where upon, you will rendezvous with CEM team three. Who will escort you to the the facility and provide back up should it be needed.”
This concludes the brief. You have the rest of the day to prepare yourself and...” Woolven looks around at everyone. “Get use to your teammates, this isn't training, a failure here means death. I don't want to fill paperwork needed, should one of you die. Dismissed...”
Smoke slowly arose from the cigarette that kylint's mouth held, His eyes taking short, quick glances at the seven pictures; His targets. He looked at one of the elves in the pictures, The red mowhawk catching his eyesight. " That one's mine... " , He muttered silently while looking around the table, His eyes descending upon the group that sat before him. He tapped the table infront of him slowly and silently with one finger, the beats eventually turning into a rythmn as he continued on with the tapping. Silence, The tapping stopped. Kylnit had arosen from the chair, His neck cracking as he moved it around in a clockwise way. A few minutes passed, Kylnit took every single one of them to take a closer look at the pictures on the screen. His eyes moved frequently around , Stopping at each picture for a moment before moving on.
A whistling tune could be heard as He left the room silently, The tune was one of the oldies. " Set fire to the rain " , A tune Kylnit had admired since he was a mere child. The whistling sounded plainly pastoral and could easily be heard across the room.
< Another one bites the dust > , A loud sound errupted from the handheld in Kylnit's hands as he fiddled around with it. Zeon Robot Smasher l , Probably the only thing close to a memory He carried around. A few thoughts popped into Kylnit's empty coconut for a head as he gazed at the bright screen infront of him. He shook his head around after a few sexonds, realising he had zoned out. < No I can't go back, It would hurt too much > , Muddling around in his pool of thoughts and memories before walking off towards the barracks.
Gender:Male
Race:Human
(Demon Taint: yes/no)No
Basic Appearance: A tall, caucasian man standing at 6'3" (feet, inches? think that's right.) His hair is a dull red that cuts off a bout 3 inches from his shoulders. He has short bangs and his hair is almost always styled by his pillow. (bedhead, go figure) His eyes are a dull gold. He usually wears chain-based clothing with red cloth underneath, and a red and black handkerchief over his face.
Stats
Form: Primary
Health: 100/100
Energy: 100/100
Armor: 20/20 (current total armor/total armor :armor name) (Any armor you have adds on to this stat.)
Demon and demon tainted only stats:
Rage: 0/20 (Rage increases 2 per post in combat and decreases 2 during non-combat)
Mist: 100/100 (Mist regenerates over time 1 tick per post unless used.)
Skills:Good at repairing guns, very stealthy, can pick locks, can fall asleep almost anywhere and wake almost anytime.
Strengths: Attractive, Disciplined, Decisive, Humorous, Brave, Adventurous
Weakness: Split-personality disorder, Doraphobia (fear of fur or animal hides), distrustful, kleptomaniac
Inventory: Money:10,000 (unless you changed that)
Normal pistol(holstered), Chain gear(worn),Basic red clothing(worn), Combat knife(hidden in boot),Various other items(pens, flashlight, belt, good luck charm, canteen, lockpick)
Extra Training:RAES Type A, CSPP
(read my earlier post)
Durzo grabs the folder from Woolven's hand and walks out of the room, muttering thanks as he exits. He looks down at the vanilla folder as he rubs his hand over the top of it. He slides his hand over to the side from which it opens, and opens it. inside holds the briefing of which seven peoples lives were being threatened. He takes the photos out and flips through them one by one, looking at each of them closely, seeping in each detail of their faces, before finally putting them all back into the files neatly. Rubbing one hand through his red hair, he lets out a long sigh. The last thing he saw as he tucked the folder away, was his squadron.
"For christ's sake.... I just had to get stuck with them. I'll just have to end this mission quickly."
He heads down the hall back to the barracks, thinking about the seven people on the chopping block.
"You are lucky that he didn't claw your face off. You just beat up Jason Sebek." A smaller looking guy said as you entered the barracks. "Supposively he is a weretiger. So I would watch it next time you see him."
This does not bode well, he cursed inward as more cold sweat beaded at his neck and wrists. He had just seen 3 members of his team leave towards the barracks.
Jonny's tattoos began to itch. The cogs of the mental machine had been turning, fueled by nervous energy. Brought forth by his training, the machine began to analyze the relevant three.
The stride was the key factor for the man with the fedora. Light, efficient, fast, and aloof: the nature of this man is an assassin.
Johnathan filed a mental note to confront him directly.
The key to the red haired man was the word he said in the hall way. Amatures. The nature of this man is the proud professional.
Johnathan filed away another mental note,"Prove my worth."
Though for the last man, there was no key. His nature was masked by grief and pain.
Johnathan filed away the last note."This man is dangerous."
Now that the easy part was done, He took a stiff drink from his flask and began to walk toward the remaining four. Under his breath was the silent plea that he would not need to begin the conversation.
Back to reality, Kylnit stood still like a dummy, a lifeless body. His eyes winked as he shut out the cries, < I ain't going back.... > , Kylnit then moved the armour aside, into his hands. He took a short look at the plasma rifle infront of him. < This brings back memories > , He picked it up and took a while aiming around the room with itt, before placing it on the holster located on his back.
". I'm Back "
Suddenly, he heard sounds of combat emanating from the barracks. Entering the room he saw the three injured men. Immediately, Jonny roll up his left sleeve and primed three healing spells. Wanting to diffuse the situation quickly, he adopted the tones of a premiere drill sargent and shouted, " What is the meaning of this!"
"I don't care who wronged who or who did what. Save your pent up anger for a coming. That's what you are here for. Jason! You know better. I had given you a direct order to not interact with fresh trainees. As for you two." He points at Kylnit and Drandus. "If you two were not mission bound, I would have both of you out of D3 by next morning."
The medics were already in action removing the wounded men from room. Jason being the last to go has he was struggling to break free from the two medics. "Next time..." He made a gesture, pulling his finger across this throat.
Woolven saw the gesture. He stopped the to medics with Jason. All confidence Jason has seems to drain way. Woolven calmly put his hand on Jason's head, with out any sound, Jason's body fell limp.
"Get that blood off the floor before it stains it."
A medic handed Woolven a tablet, he looked at conversed with the medic breifily and then looked at Kylnit and Drandus, "The medical charges for all five of them will be coming out of your pay. Rebuilding an ACL isn't cheap."
(Both Kylnit and Drandus minus 2500 credits.)
Upon figuring out that you are both lost, none of the rooms look familiar to you, nor does the bulk head numbers. 5-29-M is the closest bulkhead.
There is a small terminal active in nook. Using it showed you how large the place really is. At there very top of the map screen is says 'CASS Rothesis, LVR-RV Hull 0228'
When you matched the bulkhead number to where you are, you are in the medical sector of the ship.
Your barracks: 10-53-B
< The past hurts too much to go back >
"I would recommend you learn to control your demonic powers better." The owner of the voice stepped closer so you can see him.
He is human, or appears to be, but very large for a human. However the rank insigna worn on his shirt means he out ranks you considerably.
"I would get in before the storm gets worse. This pier is not the safest place to be in a storm." He said turning away and walking back to shore.
You could look across the bay to port and see that they too were taking shelter from the storm, warning lights were up, blinking brightly against the gloomy and foreboding clouds.
Back inside, a TV was showing the news, talking about the tropical storm bearing down on Port of Haven.
"Tropical Storm Casandra is expected to make landfall later tonight. NWS does not advise being out and recommends stay home tonight. Shore Power says that despite the shifting currents the power link between the city and the Rothesis is stable but just to be sure they are spinning up the the back up turbines should the link fail. Now over to Jordan with...more weather...."
Below inside the Rothesis, more preparations are underway for the storm. Every once in awhile you hear metal groaning and settling.
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Info dump:
CASS Rothesis is a leviathan class research ship that was grounded and turned into the headquarters for D3 To solve the space constraints for such a large ship, they sank the ship 200 feet below the surface of the water and away from the the busy port.
Port of Haven is a very busy ocean side city with an active shipping ports for both water based vessels and space bound vessels. Not only is it a port city is it is a capital city for (prepare for a cringe) New America.