it is the year 2280 earth made contact with many different alien species making the desolate space of past into a habitat crawling with different species but all is not well, many different wars were caused by the Xenophobia of earth in their past before they went out themselves to find people you will command a small fireteam to begin but maybe you can advance to command a whole army
Races:
Midors: tall, red aliens with long faces and slender bodies, they are super smart but weak. they have advanced armor technology far but not melee technology which is average (an important part of these wars), their guns are up to snuff but not special (laser weapons with varying levels of power) they live to be 240
they are at war with the humans and help the Fandors
Fandors: almost a brother race to the Midors, they are hooman sized with very broad shoulders and a pig like face, their skin color varies from green, to dark grey. Their melee weapons have incredible strength, their guns are also up to snuff, but their armor can be compared to those of the human barbarian of the past they live to be 160 they are at war with the hoomen and help the Midors
Helghast: they have a completely pale white complexion and are much slimmer then hoomen this is a slave race, under the grateful control of the Humans who they shall die for. Everything about them is average. they usually live to be 40
Humans (Hoomen):the race living on the big blue marble. Their Weapons are much more advanced, but melee is non existent, and have average armor. They live to be 80/90
Malkians: mercenaries, fight for any side that pays they are foot taller than the average human, purple, with long tails their weapons are primitive and they have no melee weapons but they have the most advanced armor
Classes:the list goes with weps and armor primitive/average/advanced depending on the race
Light melee:none/dual laser sabers/plasma Khopesh (sickle sword) with small plasma wrist shield,Superlite alloy armor/S&N light combat armor/Laser charged light alloy armor,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,4 Model 34 incendiary grenade
and you can make your own class
Char sheet
Name: Age: Gender: Race: Class: Side: Human faction, or Fandor-Midor unified nation Squad: 4 (put how what class each squad member is and their names) Weapons: Armor: Misc.: you can make 5 Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Phy.Desc.: Traits: i make from your personality/or desc. Bio: Perk: i make from bio
Taylor goes to the armory to get some better armor, grenades, and a gun like a futuristic SAW. In the tent, Jello takes a Cohiba out of his pocket, lights it, and puffs away quietly in his corner in a subdued, quiet way. This is a very different person than the aggressive guy who signed up for the military. Rich is methodically disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling his rifle and every piece of equipment he has despite the fact that all of them are already squeaky clean. And finally, Sharp is sitting in his spot, writing a letter to his wife and kids. Aww...aren't you glad you didn't kill him?
John goes back to the tent, clearly still devastated about losing a man. He immediately sits down and writes a letter to Boeffers' Family+Girlfriend, each a separate letter ( They were acquaintances on the Moon Colony).Finishing roughly an hour after, he seals them and then goes to deliver them.
Bubba, Rick and Jevron, not as hurt by Boeffers' loss, go grab some beer.
Jello decides to go to the mess hall with Bubba, Rick, and Jevron. Jello also convinces Rich to go along with him, despite the fact that Rich doesn't really like alcohol or...really anything unhealthy. Sharp, meanwhile, finishes up his letter to his family, seals it, and sends it off. Then, he goes to join the others at the mess hall. Taylor writes a report on the incident, calls the family of Shorty, then does a few standard exercises to take his mind off things before going to sleep early.
Jello sits down and, having already finished his first cigar, pulls another Cohiba out of his pocket and starts to puff away again. Sharp pulls his canteen of straight bourbon from his jacket pocket and takes a drink of it. He then sits down next to Jello. Rich sits down quietly at the table, by himself. "Hello?" he calls. "Who serves the food here? I'd like a hamburger and some french fries."
Jello walks over to them curiously, still puffing like a chimney. "Hey, what movie is this?" he asks, his city accent more distinct than ever. Sharp, who is still sober somehow despite all the sips of bourbon he's been taking, goes to sit down next to them as well. "Yeah, what are you watching?" he asks, his strong Southern accent pervading his speech. Rich decides not to go watch the movie with them and instead finishes choking down his slop.
