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
Jello shrugs and sits down. "Anyone want one?" he asks, proffering a handful of cigars. "No thanks," Sharp answers mournfully, staring at the cigars. "I promised my wife I'd quit."
"You Chicagoers prolly poisoned it. I don' want any." JEvron says passively. Bubba doesn't answer >.> "Hmmm.... where are they from?" Rick asks inquisitively.
"Cuba," answers Jello proudly. "They're Cohibas. I have a cousin, he sends em to me every month and I send him some stuff from around the galaxy. It's a nice trade off; I get a little something nice from home, he gets something from way out." As for the Chicago jab... "Eh," mutters Sharp, "you city slickers are all the same to me. Chicago, New York, who cares."
"Ey whatsyurname... Sharp? You e'er known what it felt like to be limping around with a broken jaw?" "Hmmm.. I think i'll have a Cigar, sure. Haven't had one off the BBM (big blue marble) in a LONG time." Rick says, intentionally ignoring Jevron. Bubba continues watching ze movie.
"Ey wiseguy, now you just bein smart. you need me to explain it to you or you want the personal experience?" Jevron says. Rick lights up the Cigar, coughing on the 1st puff."*cough* goes to show how weak those ration-qualities are!"
"I ain't scared of you," Sharp answers Jevron, aided slightly by his gulping down more bourbon. "And I am being smart, thank you for noticing. I know it's an alien experience to you and all, but you really wanna make something of it?" He's usually not like this, but he's finally passed the line from sober to drunk. Jello grins at Rick. "I know, right?"
"Has anyone seen the Boss?" Bubba says out of the blue. Jevron pauses from his imminent rant-pose, somewhat taken aback by such a random question.
"I--I haven't seen him since the home-base." Jevron answers. "Well somewhat weird of him to have not joined us by now... I'll go look for him." says Bubba, grabbing his beer and leaving. Jevron looks back at Sharp. "Well tell you what: How bout you either just leave right now and never say a whisper around me again, or i whoop yo @ ss so hard yo kid's will be born dizzy. Fair plan?" JEvron says this last part sarcastically.
Sharp finishes off his bourbon and yawns pointedly. "I think I'll go to sleep now," he says, and shambles over to the tent. Jello finishes watching the movie with the others.
Bubba eventually finds Marti'is, now laying half-asleep and disoriented outside the Mess Hall.
He silently shakes his head and fireman-carries him back to the tent and lays him down. Rick and Jevron follow somewhat behind the group, Jevron loooking disapprovingly at Rick with the obnoxious-smelling cigar but saying nothing else.
