Of Gods And Men [d20 Modern]

Mr.Bookworm · 10-23-2007, 09:29 PM

You wake up to the sound of men with guns bellowing at you, as you sleep in your holding cell. You are hustled down the corridor by large men with large guns. They shove you into a chair, and lock you into it, along with about 30 other prisoners. The guards stand in rows, with their guns at the ready. The room has a large vidscreen on the wall, and you notice a sword on a woman's belt that's standing near a table. That has large, rust-colored stains on it. Several "recruits" are muttering.

"SHUDDUP YOU MAGGOTS!"

A short, muscled man enters the room. He's wearing a uniform that resembles combat gear more than anything else. He stands at the head of the room.

"If you have something to say, you will address me directly. You will call me Sergeant, or 'Sir' if I'm in a good mood. Anyone have anything to say to me now, you worthless fuckholes?"

[OOC: This'll be followed up tommorow by something meatier.]

42PETUNIAS · 10-23-2007, 09:54 PM

Looking around, Billy saw exactly what he had been told to expect, shoddy weapons, and real soldiers that treated him like scum. Those bastards, they acted like he was nothing more than criminal scum, but he knew he could outshoot them to a man, and that he shouldn't have to take shit from them like this. He saw most of the people around him cramped up with fear, but he wasn't too worried. If there was one thing Billy Pepper knew how to do, it was how to shoot without being seen. He was no frontline sack of meat, he had talent with a rifle, and he knew he could keep out of harm's way because of it. Even though he wasn't too intimidated by that sergeant, he decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being. He didn't want to piss off the guy who gave out the weapons, and there was nothing Billy liked less than a shitty gun.

Loki, The Fallen · 10-23-2007, 10:31 PM

U kept his head low, not wanting to spark too much attention. He knew at this time confrontation would not be helpful, so he instead feigned complacency.

If I manage to find a way, this 'Sergent' is so getting disappeared.

Biting his tongue against the insults, he sat quietly until the situation was explained to him.

Inbred Chocobo · 10-24-2007, 08:51 PM

Luke did nothing at all. He didn't tense up. He didn't try to scurry back from the voice. All he did was just sit there kind of dull like. Hopefully he could get this crap over with quickly and then move on with his life. Instead, he bidded his time by thinking what kind of hell hole they would be sent into.

Lumenskir · 10-24-2007, 09:26 PM

Longing to sigh but fully aware of the ramifications that action would entail, Jonas straightened himself up as the sergeant looked them over. This 'break down' speech wasn't much different from the countless ones his coaches had rattled off; Jonas wondered if they're was a shared script circulating around. It'd hopefully be finished with soon.

Mr.Bookworm · 10-26-2007, 02:32 PM

The Sergeant stared at them, and smiled. He then pointed at the woman standing next to the table.

"This is Corporal Aven Renfield. She's our waste disposal manager."

The plain woman drew her sword with a rasping sound. It was a plain sword, with a leather grip, and plain blade two feet long.

The Sergeant turned to the door and yelled "Bring him in, boys!"

Two soldiers shoved a man with a black bag over his head into the room, and followed him with rifles at the ready. The man was sobbing under the bag, and was making muffled sounds. The Sergeant turned to the room, and said "This litte piece of shit thought that he could refuse to join because his daddy was a higher-up. When we threatened to shove a rifle up his arse and pull the trigger, he still said no. Though Daddy would save him. This sonofa bitch ran over a woman with a car. She almost died. Now she's about to get some revenge."

He motioned to a soldier, who turned and slammed the man's head down onto a groove in the table that looked like it was covered with rust, holding him down. The man was screaming. It sounded like he had something shoved in his mouth.

The Sergeant motioned to the Corporal. "Do it, Renfield."

The Corporal held up her sword into a position, and narrowed her eyes. The man's screams redoubled. There was a whistling sound as the sword came down, then a meaty thunk. The man's screams cut off. His head rolled off the table, still in the black bag. Blood went flying, spattering the Sergeant, the Corporal, and the man holding him down. Blood flew all over the first row, hitting everyone within about 10 feet to be hit by blood.

The Corporal wiped her sword on the dead man's clothes, then sheathed it and turned back to face the class. The Sergeant grinned at all of the stunned expressions.

"Didn't think this was real, little girls? If you refuse us, your head will be the next on the table. Think about that."

Lumenskir · 10-27-2007, 10:59 PM

As Jonas's eyes bulged at the sight of the head lolling around on the floor, his mind desperately scrambled to keep every panicked impulse and nervous tic contained. This had just become a very outrageous situation.

Loki, The Fallen · 10-28-2007, 12:33 AM

More killing. As if that can intimidate me. As soon as I commited the crime, I was already dead to this world.

U sat, appearing attentive yet unshaken. He had no one to fall back on, and wouldn't have considered asking for a way out of his position. He knew his family would be unable to help even if he asked and he had very few friends in high places. But most of all, he knew the consequences of what he had done, and knew well before this graphic display what his alternative could be.

So I guess I'll just sit here, until they get to the point.

Blood splattered onto his face. It was still warm.

...preferably not a sharp one...

Mr.Bookworm · 11-04-2007, 10:10 PM

After the demonstration, you are hustled back to your cells for a restless nights sleep.

The next morning, they grab you again, and hustle you outdoors. You're marched along the steel platform of the Isle. It's not a very friendly place, as all of the inhabitants are people payed to enforce the law on criminals. Which currently includes you.

You can see bridges in the distance, leading to the massive steel hulk of the City and many other smaller floating suburbs. And, of course, the ocean, extending out as far as the eye can see.

You walk for around a mile, until you reach a large bus. You, and about 20 others, are shoved into the bus, and transported over a dirty bridge with guard towers on it, complete with large men holding guns, until you reach a small island.

From there, you walk around a klick to a camp that more resembles a prison.

As you're shoved forward into the camp, you see an ominous sign with the words "Processing Camp" on a neat, clean building which contrasts the rest of the camp, to which the phrase "decrepit hellhole" could be applied.

Then you see the Sergeant. He's standing in the middle of the field in full combat gear. He's surrounded by four men that look like they would rather beat you up than look at you.

"Welcome to basic training, kiddies. This is what's technically called 'Processing', but I like to call it 'fun'. Fun for me, that is. It's definitly not fun for you. So. Don't try anything stupid. One more thing. You can't see them, but there are over twenty combat robots in pens stationed around the island. They'll kill you if we don't. So if you've been thinking about escape, I wouldn't recomend it."

"So, to start us off, you're going to run a mile. Whoever doesn't make it in ten minutes doesn't get food tommorow. Have fun."

----

(Four Weeks Later)

(You all gained a level. Update your character sheets with the new level. And add a standard knife, as descrived in the SRD, too your sheet.)

You stand before the Sergeant on the same field you came in on. After a month of training, you feel much more fit. You learned a bit of everything. You're not a soldier by a long shot, but you're good enough for the Scouts.

There's two new things on the field. Five pens, with low growls emitting from them. Each pen has two soldiers facing it, with guns at the ready. There's also a table with twenty knives on it.

The Sergeant, now in his dress gear, turns and faces you.

"Alright, you SOBs. This is the final exam. Now, this is where it gets serious. This is a live-fire exam. You, and three others, will be knife fighting a Fae. It will try to kill you. It may suceed. If it kills you, we will not help you. This is a real fight, with real consequences. We'll patch you up and give you a cookie if you, win, though."

"So. Here are the pairings."

"John, Ash, Reed, Tim. Go get your knives."

"Luke, Billy, Ulric, Jonas. Go get your knives."

"Jim, Liz, Bobby..."

You walk over to the knife table, where you are handed a knife. A soldier comes over to you, and motions you too a pen. The door, swing open, where you are quickly shoved in, before the doors slam shut behind you, and bolt clicks in. You see a green, tall, pale humanoid, with a disturbingly human face, and long ears. It hisses at you. You then notice the disturbingly long claws it has.

(Roll for initiative.)

10-23-2007, 09:29 PM	#1
Mr.Bookworm YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHH Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,034	Of Gods And Men [d20 Modern] You wake up to the sound of men with guns bellowing at you, as you sleep in your holding cell. You are hustled down the corridor by large men with large guns. They shove you into a chair, and lock you into it, along with about 30 other prisoners. The guards stand in rows, with their guns at the ready. The room has a large vidscreen on the wall, and you notice a sword on a woman's belt that's standing near a table. That has large, rust-colored stains on it. Several "recruits" are muttering. "SHUDDUP YOU MAGGOTS!" A short, muscled man enters the room. He's wearing a uniform that resembles combat gear more than anything else. He stands at the head of the room. "If you have something to say, you will address me directly. You will call me Sergeant, or 'Sir' if I'm in a good mood. Anyone have anything to say to me now, you worthless fuckholes?" [OOC: This'll be followed up tommorow by something meatier.]

10-23-2007, 09:54 PM	#2
42PETUNIAS helloooo! Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: The Court Posts: 2,816	Looking around, Billy saw exactly what he had been told to expect, shoddy weapons, and real soldiers that treated him like scum. Those bastards, they acted like he was nothing more than criminal scum, but he knew he could outshoot them to a man, and that he shouldn't have to take shit from them like this. He saw most of the people around him cramped up with fear, but he wasn't too worried. If there was one thing Billy Pepper knew how to do, it was how to shoot without being seen. He was no frontline sack of meat, he had talent with a rifle, and he knew he could keep out of harm's way because of it. Even though he wasn't too intimidated by that sergeant, he decided to keep his mouth shut for the time being. He didn't want to piss off the guy who gave out the weapons, and there was nothing Billy liked less than a shitty gun. __________________ noooo! why are you doing that?!

10-23-2007, 10:31 PM	#3
Loki, The Fallen -~= 'Biter' =~- Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: The Peoples Republic of Vermont Posts: 701	Damn this is uncomfortable OR Still Waiting U kept his head low, not wanting to spark too much attention. He knew at this time confrontation would not be helpful, so he instead feigned complacency. If I manage to find a way, this 'Sergent' is so getting disappeared. Biting his tongue against the insults, he sat quietly until the situation was explained to him. __________________ For the love of all that is holy don't go here!

10-28-2007, 12:33 AM	#8
Loki, The Fallen -~= 'Biter' =~- Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: The Peoples Republic of Vermont Posts: 701	Like a coiled spring OR Duck and Run More killing. As if that can intimidate me. As soon as I commited the crime, I was already dead to this world. U sat, appearing attentive yet unshaken. He had no one to fall back on, and wouldn't have considered asking for a way out of his position. He knew his family would be unable to help even if he asked and he had very few friends in high places. But most of all, he knew the consequences of what he had done, and knew well before this graphic display what his alternative could be. So I guess I'll just sit here, until they get to the point. Blood splattered onto his face. It was still warm. ...preferably not a sharp one... __________________ For the love of all that is holy don't go here!

10-26-2007, 02:32 PM	#6
Mr.Bookworm YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHH Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,034	The Sergeant stared at them, and smiled. He then pointed at the woman standing next to the table. "This is Corporal Aven Renfield. She's our waste disposal manager." The plain woman drew her sword with a rasping sound. It was a plain sword, with a leather grip, and plain blade two feet long. The Sergeant turned to the door and yelled "Bring him in, boys!" Two soldiers shoved a man with a black bag over his head into the room, and followed him with rifles at the ready. The man was sobbing under the bag, and was making muffled sounds. The Sergeant turned to the room, and said "This litte piece of shit thought that he could refuse to join because his daddy was a higher-up. When we threatened to shove a rifle up his arse and pull the trigger, he still said no. Though Daddy would save him. This sonofa bitch ran over a woman with a car. She almost died. Now she's about to get some revenge." He motioned to a soldier, who turned and slammed the man's head down onto a groove in the table that looked like it was covered with rust, holding him down. The man was screaming. It sounded like he had something shoved in his mouth. The Sergeant motioned to the Corporal. "Do it, Renfield." The Corporal held up her sword into a position, and narrowed her eyes. The man's screams redoubled. There was a whistling sound as the sword came down, then a meaty thunk. The man's screams cut off. His head rolled off the table, still in the black bag. Blood went flying, spattering the Sergeant, the Corporal, and the man holding him down. Blood flew all over the first row, hitting everyone within about 10 feet to be hit by blood. The Corporal wiped her sword on the dead man's clothes, then sheathed it and turned back to face the class. The Sergeant grinned at all of the stunned expressions. "Didn't think this was real, little girls? If you refuse us, your head will be the next on the table. Think about that."

11-04-2007, 10:10 PM	#9
Mr.Bookworm YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHH Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 2,034	After the demonstration, you are hustled back to your cells for a restless nights sleep. The next morning, they grab you again, and hustle you outdoors. You're marched along the steel platform of the Isle. It's not a very friendly place, as all of the inhabitants are people payed to enforce the law on criminals. Which currently includes you. You can see bridges in the distance, leading to the massive steel hulk of the City and many other smaller floating suburbs. And, of course, the ocean, extending out as far as the eye can see. You walk for around a mile, until you reach a large bus. You, and about 20 others, are shoved into the bus, and transported over a dirty bridge with guard towers on it, complete with large men holding guns, until you reach a small island. From there, you walk around a klick to a camp that more resembles a prison. As you're shoved forward into the camp, you see an ominous sign with the words "Processing Camp" on a neat, clean building which contrasts the rest of the camp, to which the phrase "decrepit hellhole" could be applied. Then you see the Sergeant. He's standing in the middle of the field in full combat gear. He's surrounded by four men that look like they would rather beat you up than look at you. "Welcome to basic training, kiddies. This is what's technically called 'Processing', but I like to call it 'fun'. Fun for me, that is. It's definitly not fun for you. So. Don't try anything stupid. One more thing. You can't see them, but there are over twenty combat robots in pens stationed around the island. They'll kill you if we don't. So if you've been thinking about escape, I wouldn't recomend it." "So, to start us off, you're going to run a mile. Whoever doesn't make it in ten minutes doesn't get food tommorow. Have fun." ---- (Four Weeks Later) (You all gained a level. Update your character sheets with the new level. And add a standard knife, as descrived in the SRD, too your sheet.) You stand before the Sergeant on the same field you came in on. After a month of training, you feel much more fit. You learned a bit of everything. You're not a soldier by a long shot, but you're good enough for the Scouts. There's two new things on the field. Five pens, with low growls emitting from them. Each pen has two soldiers facing it, with guns at the ready. There's also a table with twenty knives on it. The Sergeant, now in his dress gear, turns and faces you. "Alright, you SOBs. This is the final exam. Now, this is where it gets serious. This is a live-fire exam. You, and three others, will be knife fighting a Fae. It will try to kill you. It may suceed. If it kills you, we will not help you. This is a real fight, with real consequences. We'll patch you up and give you a cookie if you, win, though." "So. Here are the pairings." "John, Ash, Reed, Tim. Go get your knives." "Luke, Billy, Ulric, Jonas. Go get your knives." "Jim, Liz, Bobby..." You walk over to the knife table, where you are handed a knife. A soldier comes over to you, and motions you too a pen. The door, swing open, where you are quickly shoved in, before the doors slam shut behind you, and bolt clicks in. You see a green, tall, pale humanoid, with a disturbingly human face, and long ears. It hisses at you. You then notice the disturbingly long claws it has. (Roll for initiative.)