Welcome to the UNSC - Halo Universe RP OOC

0600 Hours, February 23, 25XX (Military Calendar)/
Sol System - MAC Station "Athens", planet Earth

Several grey-hulled starships passed by the Orbital MAC Station, drifting along as if they were mere leaves on a river. Frigates, Destroyers, and even a few Prowlers; obviously, a few ONI spooks were interested in the defense grid that surrounded every inch of Earth's orbit. Then again, with the imminent Covenant threat, no one could blame them.

A man in dress whites gazed out of the corridor's thick glass panes at the beauty that was Earth; His charge, his birthright, and his home. Adorned on his coat were various medals of honor: the Combat Action Ribbon, the Joint Service Meritorious Unit Commendation, the Navy "E" Ribbon, the Meritorious Unit Commendation, the Navy Rifle Marksman Ribbon, the Medal of Honor, the Purple Heart, and the Navy and Marine Corps Medal... just to name a few. His hands clasped together behind his ramrod-straight back, with his calm yet alert expression... He was the very embodiment of what the UNSC represented.

Fleet Admiral Sir Terrence Hood was his name. He was the leader of the entire UNSC, as well as Fleet Admiral of the Home Fleet of Earth.

As the old war veteran stared off into space, a man clad in black armor came up behind him, placing a heavy hand on his superior's shoulder - a friendly, yet insubordinate action. "Admiral Hood. It's time to swear in the greenhorns."

While the fleet admiral represented military discipline at its finest, the armored man represented something entirely different. His entire demeanor was laid back, casual, and far from what anyone would expect from a soldier. Though his countenance was unseen behind the polarized, cobalt blue visor of his helmet, Hood could tell that he was probably smirking. But from what, he wasn't entirely sure.

He refrained from chewing the lad out, however; though too casual for anyone's liking, he was a damn fine soldier; besides, the ODST's lazy confidence seemed to boost his own. "Thank you, lieutenant. I'm be along shortly." The armored soldier nodded, before walking down the corridor and through the metal blast doors of the command bay. Hood watched him go, before letting out a slightly nervous sigh and looking back to the space ahead.

He wasn't nervous because he had to face a crowd, nor was he nervous because of the fear of screwing up. It was just... he didn't know if he even had the heart to tell them a blatant lie. As far as those young privates knew, the humans were winning the war. If only they knew the truth... Would they really be willing to serve then?

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The Spartan leaned against the wall closest to the main entrance of the command bay, his broad arms folded over his chest, dulled brown eyes carefully observing each and every one of the new soldiers that were gathered around the center stage. It was rare for a Spartan to be out of armor, though the scene was always more than welcome. Such an event always served as a sort of calm before the storm, even if the "storm" in question always came mere days later.

The beast of a man stood at a good and even seven feet, wearing dress whites just like the other naval officers in the command bay. His chest was adorned with even more medals than the fleet admiral himself - though the vast majority of them were Purple Hearts. His dirty blond hair was extremely untidy and at least a full inch above regulation length. His face was laden with scars and off-color, sewed-on skin; if anything, he looked like Frankenstein's monster.

Something bumped against his side, and a slight snicker was heard. "A whole mess of cannon fodder... Well, at least they're better than Grunts, right?" The Spartan couldn't help but roll his eyes; the ODSTs were pretty cocky and arrogant at times, but this one... He was something else entirely. The Spartan had to wonder how the lieutenant even made it this far in his career.

Instead of making a retort or making their difference in rank painfully obvious - neither of which would have worked anyway - The hulking man mere kept his silence. He could hear a snicker coming from the ODST even through his helmet, and had to refrain from placing the weaker man into a coma; luckily, the first lieutenant made no other remarks or noises in general as the fleet admiral of the Home Fleet stepped onto the stage. Immediately, the newcomers stood at attention and gave the older man a crisp salute.

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"At ease, at ease." The superior officer nodded, and everyone quickly relaxed - well, some of them; most of the greenhorns still seemed a little anxious. Lord Hood took a deep breath, letting the carbon dioxide roll out from his mouth slowly, before continuing.

"Welcome to the United Nations Space Command, the governing body of the interplanetary space colonies. It is the military, exploratory, and scientific agency of the Unified Earth Government, formed in the 22nd century during a time when remnants of old cultural ideologies clashed for supremacy in the Sol System. The UNSC has served mainly as overseer of United Nations military operations in space, and has done its job well."

"After initiating massive militarization propaganda throughout its off-world colonies by way of the UNSC, the U.N. defeated Communist and Fascist forces in a conflict generally known as the "Interplanetary War", which consisted of several side-battles that took place on Mars, the Jovian Moons and the South American rainforests - I am sure that many of your ancestors were familiar with these conflicts." Some of the recruits chuckled quietly to themselves.

"Although the Interplanetary War brought a great deal of suffering to both the colonial population and the residents of Earth, it also united humanity's military forces into a common armed force by the end of the 22nd century. And thus, we existed as we are now... or as wewere."

"I am Fleet Admiral Sir Terrence Hood, the leader of this organization as well as the supreme commander of Earth's Home Fleet. I, along with many others, have dedicated an endless amount of time to maintaining the integrity and stability of the various colonies that existed within the Milky Way Galaxy, and continue to do so without fail."

He took a moment to gather himself once again, before continuing, his tone somewhat pained.

"2525 marked the most important turning point in human history; it would mark the beginning of the great technological advancement, the unification of a divided and fractured human race, and the first contact of humanity and an extra-terrestrial intelligence, the Covenant. It would also see a majority of the Earth government's colony worlds destroyed, and billions of colonists and military personnel slaughtered by orbital plasma bombardment and planetary invasion, known as glassing. Thus began the Human-Covenant War with the First Battle of Harvest."

A vast majority of the cluster of privates tensed up as he spoke, though the fleet admiral couldn't pinpoint what exactly the reasons were. Still he could guess; as he had read all of their bios before the meeting, he knew that a lot of these soldier didn't have any other choice but to join the armed forces. Most of them had their families torn asunder by the sudden Covenant invasions and subsequent glassing - some lost their families completely to the monsters. Lord Hood let out a small sigh. Perhaps the reason why everyone had joined was because they had nothing left to lose.

"... I will tell you this now, soldiers. Despite what you may have heard on the civilian front, we are not winning this war. We have lost planets... no, entire star systems to the Covenant. Billions upon billions of people have lost their lives to these aliens, and many more families have been separated, with little to no chance of reuniting with them." A few sobs could be heard at this point; Hood couldn't help but feel empathy towards them.

"But that is why the UNSC exists: to protect the very integrity of Earth, and the Inner and Outer Colonies. Though we are outmatched and slowly becoming outnumbered, we continue to fight. "Why", you may ask? Because it is our duty. It may be close, but we will find a way out of this. We will make the Covenant pay dearly for the deaths of countless people, the destruction of homes and families. No matter how long it takes... we will defeat this threat, for all those that we have lost!"

A whole roar of applause erupted from the crowd of Marines, cheering and clapping resounding all across the bay. A small, satisfied smile found its way upon his face as he gazed upon the men's enthusiasm, though he had to raise a hand to silence the newcomers.

"You have all dedicated your lives to the cause by completing the training required to serve in armed conflict. As you will do your very best to ensure a sound victory, we in turn will do our absolute best to make it count. This is the United Nations Space Command Defense Force, the Shield of Humanity. We will win this war, no matter how long it takes, no matter how much blood is spilled, if only to ensure a better future for all of mankind."

The fleet admiral turned, gesturing at the two veteran soldiers off to the side. "These two are your superiors: First Lieutenant Reaver-" The ODST gave a lazy salute. "- and Senior Chief Petty Officer Seth-126." The Spartan gave a curt nod. "They will be overseeing your first mission, three days from now. You will be seeing live combat at the planet of Sigma Octanus IV, in the Sigma Octanus star system. The UNSC Frigate 21-Gun Salute will escort you to the planet; you will be briefed during the trip."

Almost as if on cue, a massive, gun-like starship loomed closer to the station, preparing to dock. The title "21-Gun Salute" was evident on the starboard side of the ship.

"I will assure you, this is far from any 'vacation' or 'break' of any sort. Some of you may die, some of you may be crippled for life - that is the risk of any form of conflict. But if you keep a cool head and a steady trigger finger, you will be assuring yourselves a solid chance to survive. Any further questions you may have can be answered by the crew of the ship. Until then... You are dismissed."

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And so begin the duties of the many men and women of the UNSC Marine Corps. You will fight, you will be fought, and there is a high risk of being killed in action by the technologically-superior Covenant forces. But that is the risk of all soldiers at war - it is your choice whether or not you will accept the risks and become part of the sole line of defense against the alien threat.

Welcome to the UNSC.

Civilian Bio:

Military Bio:

I'll explain the upgrade system after the intro mission is successfully completed. For now, just create your characters following the guidelines I set.

ok so timeframe?
before reach?
after 3?
when?

This is out-of-universe, so the time frame doesn't matter. All you need to know is that it occurred from the time humanity made first contact with the Covenant to the end of the war.

Edit

Alright, it's time I explained what kind of RP this is.

Unlike the others, this one will be mission-based; every week or month or so, there will be missions available for the participants of the RP, either squad-based or solo.

Missions:

Rank:

Weaponry:

UNSC Light Arms (Available upon completion of intro mission)

MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (Assault Rifle 1):

M392 Designated Marksman Rifle (DMR):

M45 Tactical Shotgun (Shotgun 1):

M6C Personal Defense Weapon System (Magnum Sidearm 1):

M7/Caseless Submachine Gun (SMG):

((Exceptions will be made depending on skill sets))

~Still In Progress~
If you have any suggestions for this RP, feel free to speak your mind.

Name: Duane Walden
Age:20
Born on: Christmas
Homeworld: Earth
Height: ~6 Ft.
Weight: 180-200 lbs.
Appearance:

(He's the one on the right)
Distinguishing Marks: Many scars on body, a Japanese symbol on his right hand:
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Reason for Fighting: Duane and his brother, were both born in a very wealthy family. Their mother was born into money, an heir, so the wealth came naturally, but when Duane was about 10 years old, duane's mother died. In result Duane's father was in charge of raising both him and his brother, and becuase he was a military official ...it was alot harder. For 5 years, duane put up with the constant trianing, and strict schedule...but after 5 years he couldn't handle it. His dad took him and his brother on a business trip to Japan, and he took the oppurtunity to run away. Many attempts were placed to find Duane but none proved succesfull. Duane managed to get his way into a prominent gang in Japan. There he grew up and became one of the gangs top men, becuase of his natural skills and training. But good things don't last forever...Duane was betrayed by the very gang that raised him...his family in his eyes. Left for dead, duane was nothing but an empty shell void of emotions. He began thinking his life was over, until he met a girl.
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She was ridiculously pretty, and Duane began to come back to life, he wanted her...and he knew it. After a couple of dates Duane found out that she was a UNSC soldier off duty. They got more serious and got a place together, and a year after that is when it all fell apart. She got called back to duty, as the covenant were attacking. Later, two suited men, came to Duane's door one day, with a letter. Duane immediately knew what it was, the men apologized and left. the letters KIA were the first letter he noticed upon opening...it had been so, and with that Duane made the decision to enlist.

Service Number: 00981-55777-DW
Squad:
Callsign:
Notable Feats/ Skill Set: Pinpoint accuracy
Primary Weapon: DMR or Battle rifle.
Secondary Weapon: Magnum
Melee Weapon: Knife
Equipment: extra mags.
Armor: Standard Marine BDU

Name: Vincent Walden (seriously? like the fuckin book? "-_- ....)
Age: 21
Date of Birth: 12/25
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 200
Hair Color: Black, streak of silver
Eye Color: Greyish blue
Skin Color: Pale white
Body Type: Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: Rogue streak of silver hair
Reason for Fighting: All his life Vincent believed he was born to do great things. At least, that is what he was brought up to believe. Born into a proud and wealthy military family, it was Vincet's dream to become a marine. However, the disappearance of his younger brother made this dream impossible as his grieving father forbid him to join to UNSC due to the fear the of losing another son. Vincent with his dreams shattered grew an utter disgust for his brother, whom he accused of being too weak. After playing the part of the dutiful son for over a decade, the Convenant attack was just the thing he needed to escape his nobility. Using this oppurtunity, Vincent leaves home and heads off to fight the good fight, for all the wrong reasons.
Service Number: 13370-80085-VW (<-aw hellz yeah! best initials ftw!)
Squad:
Callsign:
Notable Feats/ Skill Set: CQC (close quarters combat)
Primary Weapon: Shotgun, Assault Rifle
Secondary Weapon: Magnum
Melee Weapon: Knife
Equipment:
Armor: Standard Marine BDU

Name: Wolfgang "Wolf" Gerhardt
Age: 27
Homeworld: German colony on the Jovian Moon
Height: 6"
Weight: 240
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Icy Blue
Skin Color: Fair
Body Type: Thick, solid frame
Distinguishing Marks: Eye patch and large scar down that side of his face/ Totenkopf mit Eisern Kreuz tattoo across back

Reason for fighting: A cultured yet rough, introverted character. Inhabitant of the German Jovian Moons colonies during the Interplanetary war. Entire home destroyed in the combat, and his father (an engineer working for the Beweglichkeitsrüstungsysteme in Essen for armor research) was killed in the chaos during a visit. Having to fight his way out, he became hardened with reality of survival and revenge over the weeks of mercenary combat. His love of art and music has morphed into a love of carnage. Completely obsessed with revenge for the destruction of his life. He lives for the next chance to spill blood. He looks to join the ranks all in the hope that he can bring to his enemies the Hell that was brought on him, his family, and his Heimat.

Service Number: 13370-13088-WG
Squad:
Callsign:
Notable Feat/Skill: natural Jäger (sharpshooter)
Primary Weapon: Rifle
Secondary Weapon: M6G Magnum
Melee Weapon: Knife
Equipment:
Armor: Standard Marine BDU

Genshin Urara wrote:

Spoiler:

Squad: Alpha
Callsign: Alpha Two (Marksman)
Primary Weapon: DMR

Leviathan wrote:

Spoiler:

Squad: Beta
Callsign: Beta Two (CQC Specialist)
Primary Weapon: Shotgun

KeinEngel1337 wrote:

Spoiler:

Squad: Delta
Callsign: Delta Two (Marksman)
Weapon: DMR

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The RP will commence on Friday, February 11. I should have many of the details sorted out by then.

whos alpha one?

Callsigns like Delta One or Charlie One and the like are reserved for COs. And since you guys are only privates at the moment - in other words, the Grunts of the Marines in terms of rank - you can't possess those callsigns.

For now, the leaders of the squads will be controlled by NPCs (me).

i see but thats my short erm goal

Once you hit Corporal, you'll be in charge of your own squad. And since I don't intend to make it too difficult to move up in the ranks, you'll most likely hit that rank after about two or three missions.

My apologies to you all. I know I said that this would start on Friday, but due to some complications *cough*writersblock*cough*I'll have to start at another time.

After all, I don't want to just bullshit this and have you all grow bored.

ETA?

It will definitely be this week. Hopefully by February 16.

Until then, just hang tight, and your first mission will soon be underway.

Take your time bro, if you need any help just ask genshin or I.

Thanks for understanding, man. I promise you two, I'll try my very best to make this the best Halo roleplay ever.

Looking forward to it!

My apologies once again. I've gotten a little sick, and I am currently feeling like total shit.

This time, I won't promise you a specific date, since it's rather obvious that I can't keep said promises; that being said, I will get this thing going as soon as possible, so please just hang tight.

*hangs tight