Apocolyptia - IC

[Gorbaz]

War. War never changes.

The reasons and methods of war vary from generation to generation. In the early days, war was waged over land and resources, entire tribes going to war for hunting grounds, slaves, and the resorces of others. In the middle ages, religeon fueled the crusades, with many countries banding together to drive others out of their land. The closing days of the 20th century saw countires being invaded in the name of ousting evil men from power.

In the middle of the 21st century, war had come full circle. With the ever increasing populations of the world, more space was being given over to housing, resulting in technologies being developed to increase the food supply on ever-diminishg parcells of free land. To this end, the Homes and Industry Ventilated Evnironment Scheme was devised. Renamed as Havens, these underground cities were designed to be self sufficient, and large groups of the American Alliance population were transferred into their deapths.

On the 18th of July, 2072, the competition for land reached boiling point, and a single spark ignited a global war. Millions dies as atomic, biological and chemichal weapons were released by all sides in an effort to wipe out their opponents, and claim their resources. Atomic detonations were set off across the world, at the same time as virulent plagues spread through the denser populated areas, and genetically engineered beasts stalked through what little arrable land remained.

Only those locked away in the Haven cities were spared the onslaught, safe from the radiation, mutancy and viral strains above. The weapons had changed, but war...

War never changes.

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The year is 2170, and the world as it has been, is over. A massive atomic, biological, and chemical global war has stripped the world of over half the life on it, and what is left scrapes survival from the soil. It is a harsh, and unforgicing world, where only the stong and the best adapted survive, and the rest are left to die where they fall. The wild things of the world have been given free dominion, and the few remaining groups of humans have banded together into makeshit tribes of scavengers and hunters, pooling their resources in order so survive

There are, however, a few pockets of humainty that survived the ABC war, sheltered as they were in various ways. Some established communities in remote areas prior to the war, others took to the seas in tankers and fishing fleets, others still were just plain lucky. The greatest concentration, however, reside in the Havens

Havens, originally, called Hives, were a project started in the later years by the American Alliance in an attempt to grant self-sustaining living space to it's citizens. The theory was that these underground cities would relieve some of the pressure of the available food supplies, and free up housing for the ever-increasing numbers of humans populating the continent. Massive amounts of contruction materials and resources were diverted into the project in the hope that the returns would be far greater than the investment. Unfortunatly, they never had the time to find out

Hundreds of people were assigned to the Havens, and most were filled to capactiy, in the rush to presever the culture and history of the American Alliance. Each one was given a few national treasures, and their mainframes had blueprints and schematics of all levels of technology downloaded into them, before, one by one, the Havens were sealed off, as the threat of war had passed, and actual war had begun

Safe in their havens, and cut off from the events of the outside world, the residents went about their daily lives, much in the way they had done before the war. Soon, each Haven had it's own economy, laws, and justice system. Those with a higher percentage of military personnel tended toward martial law and harsh punishments, while others with migher levels of technology tended to favour resocialisation. All had a reclemation vat, where the bodies of the dead would go, so that they could be recycled. In most Havens, only the wealthy could afford to have their loved ones interred in a vault

Now, after over a hundred years have passed, Haven 4, your home, is running out of resources. The Haven can't expand fast enough to keep up with the birth rate, and food and water supplies are stretched to breaking point. If the haven is to survive, there will have to be... sacrifices

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Administrator Longstein looked through the reports that had been placed on his desk for the hundredth time. He had been the Administrator of Haven 4 for over 35 years and, while the job had made his hear go grey, and there was significantly less of it on his head that there way, the weekly rejuv treatments that the medical staff had been giving him had been keeping him looking like a man in his mid thrities. Of course, his privaleged position had taken it's toll on his waistline, but if the report were anything to go by, nobody in the Haven would have to worry about that too much in the future

As he read through them, he hoped that he had missed some cruicial piece of information, some crumb of data, that led to a different conclusion that had been presented to him - one that wouldn't involve loosing citizens. And, for the hundredth time, he couldn't fine anything. Putting down the papers, he turned to his console. The green screen was displaying a list of 78 names, all of whom had been chosen as a shortlist of candidates for his plan. All of them had either been proving to be more of a drain on society than a boon, had some undesireable element in their past, or had been placen on the list for other reasons

Leaning back in his chair, he stared intently at the list, as if in an attempt to get names to leap off the screen and make the selection easier. Asfter a full four mintes, he hadn't succeded in narrowing it down.

"Computer! From the list on my terminal, select eight candidates and have them come to my office". Administrator Longstein's command console beeped twice in reply, and names started dissappearing from the list on the screen, until there were only eight left. At the same time, the sythesised voice of the Havne's master computer boomed out of loudspeakers all through the city

"Engineer Green. Researcher Silva. Office Fraed. Citizen Draven. Genetecist Toasty. Citizen Jorell. Scout Nesumi. Specialist Spohia. Report the the Administrators office for a special assignment"

[rooiehaan]

(i cried at

war. war never changes.

)

[Z-Fied]

Michael Fraed, currently living his life in Haven 4 as a security officer staying at a cheap-ass apartment block in one of the worst areas of the Haven. All his training gave him was survival, it didn't give him a life. Michael had been a cop around here for about 3 years now, and all he found was corruption and violence. While some of his fellow officers were ruthlessly beating criminals, he tried to stay away from lethal force, however, with increase in armed crime, it was becoming increasingly dangerous for anyone who goes under the name of Officer.

He was just finishing his shift around Block 6, when he heard his name on the loudspeaker. "Officer Fraed. Report to the Administrators Office for a Special Assignment." That couldn't be right, he thought. He hadn't shown any specialties, hadn't been helping out at the local homeless shelters, hell, he hadn't even taken his trash out for about 3 weeks, what could he possibly be picked for? While he was considering ignoring the call, one look at his apartment made him think otherwise. "Well, it can't get much worse than this." he thought aloud. And so, he set off towards the Administrators Office, out of curiosity, and because, frankly, his life had hit rock bottom.

[origamitoast]

*climbing out of michaels trashcan chewing on an old piece of pizza* Do you mind?! I was happyily napping here! That stuiped gene project can wait! Or did they finaly find out I ate that old ladys cat... *scuttling off to the office with his slice of pizza and grumbling to himself*

[That_One_Guy]

Garian was in his apartment complex, a barcode tattoo on both the back of his neck as well as on his right shoulder indicating his time in Jail, he was doing pushups, staying in shape for reasons he wasn't sure of. When he heard his name announced over the com, he growled, grabbing a clean shirt and putting it on, covering his barcodes that marked him in the world, the only reason people hate him, grabbed one of his two pistols and put it in the back of his jeans and walked on to the administration office, not taking much else.

[kitsune106]

Kit is currently napping. When one of her lineage appears and wakes her up. The fox wakes with a startle adn nearly hits her well, descednant in a way, then nods. 'Oh, i need to report. Wonder what... Oh... look a bug." she giggles, then grabs that letter, uses it to swat the bug. She grins to her descendant, well, altered line, then smiles. "Okay..." she scratches where her collar itches her, then heads off to see what he wants. after all, not obeying gets shocks from that collar.

[Goryokaku]

Mizuki was currently hiding behind a wall when her the messenger turned up, she took the note and signalled for the messenger to stay quiet, she was deemed nuts by most people in Haven but she had her reasons, quickly opening the message she scanned through the message then sighed. then very quietly she made her way through towards the Administrators Office she didn't really want anyone to notice her, it was to much hassle to turn the males down and when some of the males were owners pet's it became more apparant that she needed to remain out of sight. She attempted to sneak into the adminstrators office and remind out of sight in the back of the room.

[Lady Foxy]

Mia woke up from the loud beep coming from her computer. The gentle fox stood up from the dimly lit room, checking what woke her up. ''What? It-It's a message from...'' She mumbled. Mia had done mistakes in the past, and maybe now they could be replaced my glory and praise. She took her gear, fixed her hoodie to cover her eyes and left for the Administrators office.

[Kiwi]

Sophia arrived at Haven's entrance with her weekly delivery of quick supplies. One of the rookie security guards that saw her come in, hastily made his way towards her and with a innocent smile greeted her:
"Hey, you're that girl... - Sophia's eyes pierce through him - "I mean... hum...Specialist... Sop...Sophia... Right?..." - Sophia nods in approval - "Oh.. Wow... How is the outside world like?.. I mean... They've been calling your name on the intercoms all day... Saying that you and a couple more people are to... hum... (the security kid takes a dirty paper out from his pocket)...there we go, "Immediately report to the Administration Office"..."

Sophia slightly lifts her right eyebrow, intrigued by such news. Is she in trouble? Is something bad happening? Do they know about her? She hasn't been that deep into Haven since what happened 4 years ago and frankly wasn't planning on ever doing it so without a huge amount of explosives and a suicidal intent. Sophia completely ignores the young security guard and heads straight to the nearest transport she can find. On the way she sees a few people also making their way into the Admins Building.

"NO WEAPONS ALLOWED" said the sign at the entrance. She hands over her sniper rifle and while looking to her right, sees a young male, with tanned skin, with a reluctant look on his face while he delivers a gun he was keeping in the back of his pants. "The feeling is mutual" Sophia thinks to herself. Sophia enters inside into a greeting hall. In front of her, next to the elevators was a big guy, so big that his head couldn't fit inside them, having to keep his back arched. The tanned man passes through her, slightly checking her out. To her left, a white Vixen, with a collar on her neck, passes by, calmly whispering what Sophia could only understood as "Be a good pet... Master wants you... Be good... Oh.. Soooo shinny...", and on her right Sophia perceptibly notices a young girl stealthily making her way to the staircases.
"What the fuck?... Seriously, this day can't get any weirder". And while Sophia though that and moved to the Admins office, a giant Roach Humanoid made its way into the the building.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian saw the girl, Sophia probably, and nodded. When asked for his pistol he looked at the guard, a piercing gaze that can silence even the loudest of people. They know who he was, but not what he did. He started to hand him the weapon before ejecting the clip and putting the clip in his pocket, "This stays with me." He told him and started to walk up the stairs to the Admin office, his hand on the rail, tapping it in a tune that calmed his nerves. He usually wasn't called on the Admin unless a problem arose that required a person with expertise in all fields, which was barely ever.

[origamitoast]

Looking at the sign NO WEAPONS ALLOWED "Well then how do we kill the stuiped gene projects that go wrong?!" Handing the guard a moldy pizza crust and climbing onto the cealing and going around him.

[TechScience]

Luis slept there on the chair of the lab when he hear'd a muffled voice as he open his eyes he hear'd again "Engineer Green. Researcher Silva. Office Fraed. Citizen Draven. Genetecist Toasty. Citizen Jorell. Scout Nesumi. Specialist Sophia. Report the the Administrators office for a special assignment" hearing this Luis said out loud "Why can't I get some sleep around here I'm a researcher for gods sake so what do they want now" Luis then got up with a mad expression on his face and walked in direction of the Administrators office

[Gorbaz]

Once the group had been assembled, and complied with the weapons regulations, the security officer don duty pressed one of the buttons on his console, and the doors to the administrator office slid open. The room inside was only barely recognisable as part of the Haven - it was easilly the most opulant room in the entire city. Down both side walls hung databoards detailing the times of important events for the Haven, ranging from it's founding, to the construction of it's artificial intelligence computer system, to the installment of the law reforms. Also on the walls, breaking up the datapads by sections, here holoimages of the previous Administrators

The desk at which Administrator Longstein sat would have looked out of place in any other room. It was pannelled in the finest pine wood, with a gold plated rim, with the flags of all the American Alliance members etched into it. The rest of the room, too, was similarly trimmed, as if in an effort to show just how important this one room was to the running of the Haven.

Longestein looks up from his console, his eyes moving from person to person, and seeming to make mental notes on each one. "Only seven here? I specifically called for eight. Ah well, no matter. He'll just have to be breifed later". He stood up from his desk and casped his hands behind his back. A quick nod to the security officer outside, and his door slid closed. "No doubt you are all wondering why I have summoned you. Each one of you must be thinking that you've contributed to Haven society..." his gaze settled on Garian for a couple of seconds "... in your own way. You must think that everything here is perfectly fine, with not a care in the world."

Sliding the report forward on his desk, he let out a sigh. "Unfortunatly, I've just recieved a report that says otherwise. In it, it is calculated that, if the Haven continues as it does, the increasing population will result in severe rationing of food and water withing 6 months, and mass startvation within a year. Now, it has been calculated that the Haven has two viable options. The first is to leave the Haven, and start using the land above for farming corps and livestock. The second, is the decrease the age limit for being a viable entry for the reclemation vats

Lonstein sat back own in his chair, giving the group another look-over. "I don't accept that. As such, I have gathered you all here for reasons that I shouldn't need to go into, to give you this choice. Each one of you must decide how you want to best serve this Haven - by leaving, finding recources that we can use sustainable, or by returning the the vats, and lessening the strain on our supplies. Keep in mind that, while you may be the first group given this choice, if we don't reduce our expenditure, or find new food supplies, the next group I pull together may only get one of those options. However, if you do decide to leave, for the good of us all, we still have enough resources to supply wou with a modest amount of supplies and requisition"

"Decide quickly, for every second you stand around, is a second that everyone else here is close to starvation"

[kitsune106]

Kit steps forward and salutes.
"I accept the mission." she says. "Returning to the vats does not help Haven. Why did you even ask? You know I would lay down my life for Haven." she nods. "Just tell me where to look, and what I can use and I'll get to it."
She waits for the reply, ready to move out at a moment's notice.

[Z-Fied]

... Michael is not only shocked, but deeply grateful for this chance of freedom away from the hell that is his current life. He couldn't help but chuckle in his head as the Administrator said "You must think that everything here is perfectly fine". 'The Haven is going to die sooner or later anyway' he thought. 'Better get out while I still can.'

Michael steps forward, and makes his decision: "Sir, I accept." He began to worry about whatever was up there. Not for himself, but for the rest of the team. He then began to look at the rest of them. He had already remembered Toasty being one of his 'neighbours', so to speak. However, not many of them looked up to the task of defending themselves. 'Great, looks like I'm going to be the muscle in this mission...'

[Goryokaku]

Mizuki paled somewhat, at the prospects of the vats and at the prospects of going up top, both of them deemed good options in her opinion but she valued her freedom above anything else.

"I Accept the mission" Mizuki sighed, and hoped to god she just hadn't accepted a one way ticket to hell, mind you her current situation wasn't going to well anyway, and she knew if she didn't get out of haven her chasity was in serious peril, considering the movements of her current neighbours. Perhaps top side she would stand a better chance of talking her way out of the situation and as she looked around at the group she realised that some of them were well known for their ability to defend themselves. She certainly wasn't going to be much use is fight but she did have a way with manipulating things to work in her favour.

[Lady Foxy]

Mia lowered her hood, Her calm but deadly fox face clear now except by her black sunglasses covering her eyes. The Administrator was asking something out of Mia's reach but, As she took a quick look at the rest of the people gathered there she didn't hesitate to respond. Mia just lowered her head, lowered her sunglasses just one little moment to look the Administrator eye-to-eye. She then swapped her sunglasses back to cover her eyes and nodded in approval.

The administrator acknowledged Mia's silent approval, and then turned to the rest of the people. Mia stood up and took a coffee mug and filled it with hot coffee. She silently drinked it, taking pauses to look at the horrible humans gathered there. She stared at the roach and the fox sitted there, watching them like if they were of her own superior species. --''Finally someone different from these awful humans...''-- She thought to herself.

[origamitoast]

Looking up from sharing his pizza with some insects and thinking "So i eather leave this wonderful place for another spa or end my misserable exisitance to return to the vats..." Suddenly distracted by the lightbulb "By my left antena they made a miniture sun! I must see the real one! When do we leave?"

[That_One_Guy]

Garian saw the look he gave him and only smirked at the face. He had been cooped up in this place for far too long. "I accept your mission, 'sir'" He spat out the sir part, "On one condition." He leaned on the desk, smiling at the administrator, "I want some gear, armor, and some extra firepower if you have any." He told him, he may have coward out of the ABC War, but it saved his life, he was a soldier after all and he needed gear to go with his job.

[Kiwi]

Sophia stood still and waited for her turn to talk.
"Longstein hum... I doubt it's that long... Probably microscopical... Asshole, even his name makes him one." - she thinks. - What a fucked up group... Why not send a specialized team? Suicide mission.. That's why... We are all expendable. I mean... A giant roach? A slaver pet? A little girl? And this guy... - Sophia looks at Garian, who is now asking for weapons - The Admin is weird about him, i can see it in his eyes. Probably a criminal."

Sophia's turn came up:
"I accept" - she said - I request transportation for the outside. Simply walking would be suicidal out there. It would also have to be big enough for all of us and the supplies we shall gather.