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Spartan MK420
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Posted - 2013.11.08 04:39:00 -
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The Story.
On a scientific exploration of a planet long forgotten through time and space, the DNA of several Spartan warriors were recovered from an ancient tomb in one of the Greek cities hailed as Sparta. The DNA was then isolated, researched, and finally reconstructed into clone form.
Scriptures and lore from the planet reveal that the race that had originally inhabited the world, had fled to this system, to escape the technology from their old world, that they feared would be the end of all life as they knew it.
They were a primitive species that excelled at the Art of War through crude methodology. They settled their differences with honor, and not by complete eradication of their foes.
This particular cities'' soldiers had been selectively bred over hundreds of generations to produce the most combat effective warriors their planet had to offer.
Though this was not enough, as their fears were brought to life when the weapons of mass destruction that they once fled to escape, had reached their new home-worlds' orbit.
Not having the adequate technology needed to defend themselves, their resistance was futile, and their race was annihilated swiftly, and without mercy.
Sparta, was the last city on the planet to fall to the tyrants great power. Not because of their battlefield prowess, but because the invaders had decided to use them as a mere punching bag to give their cloned infantry some experience for their next undertaking.
The invaders stripped the planet of all viable resources, leaving little or no evidence that life had flourished in this new barren wasteland. Then trekked back into the stars, with a sole mission to integrate the universe.
The newly cloned specimens were henceforth loaded unto a transport vessel, and prepped to be sent to the darkest region of Amar territory, for hopes of the great profit that may be obtained from them.
While en route to their destination, the transport was attacked and subdued by several rogue pirate ships, under contract by a recently freed slave race. Thus saving the clones from the eternity of slavery that they had been damned for.
The clones' saviors educated the Spartans of their past, and the story of how their world had been exterminated by the great war machine. Enraged, the Spartans vowed vengeance for their race, at any cost.
The Spartan clones, owing a great debt for their freedom, now live to serve their new masters with unfaltering loyalty, in hopes of achieving the one thing they had been bred for. Honor, which can only be obtained by defeating the most advanced and superior race in the known universe, and freeing the remaining slaves of their saviors, restoring their empire to its' former greatness. |
Spartan MK420
sephiroth clones D.E.F.I.A.N.C.E
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Posted - 2013.11.08 07:54:00 -
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no one said earth.
And the people of the planet can be named whatever my imagination wishes. |
Spartan MK420
sephiroth clones D.E.F.I.A.N.C.E
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Posted - 2013.11.08 08:52:00 -
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I'll take my chances. |
Spartan MK420
D.A.R.K L.E.G.I.O.N D.E.F.I.A.N.C.E
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Posted - 2014.01.13 11:31:00 -
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Galm Fae wrote:One problem Arc, clone tech has only been around for... eh, about three years. There'd be no way Arc could go on a ten year training tour after hearing about immortal soldiers.
hyperbolic time chamber ofc.
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Spartan MK420
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Posted - 2014.01.13 11:41:00 -
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Demel Derpovsky wrote:Spartan MK420 wrote:The Story.
On a scientific exploration of a planet long forgotten through time and space, the DNA of several Spartan warriors were recovered from an ancient tomb in one of the Greek cities hailed as Sparta. The DNA was then isolated, researched, and finally reconstructed into clone form.
Scriptures and lore from the planet reveal that the race that had originally inhabited the world, had fled to this system, to escape the technology from their old world, that they feared would be the end of all life as they knew it.
They were a primitive species that excelled at the Art of War through crude methodology. They settled their differences with honor, and not by complete eradication of their foes.
This particular cities'' soldiers had been selectively bred over hundreds of generations to produce the most combat effective warriors their planet had to offer.
Though this was not enough, as their fears were brought to life when the weapons of mass destruction that they once fled to escape, had reached their new home-worlds' orbit.
Not having the adequate technology needed to defend themselves, their resistance was futile, and their race was annihilated swiftly, and without mercy.
Sparta, was the last city on the planet to fall to the tyrants great power. Not because of their battlefield prowess, but because the invaders had decided to use them as a mere punching bag to give their cloned infantry some experience for their next undertaking.
The invaders stripped the planet of all viable resources, leaving little or no evidence that life had flourished in this new barren wasteland. Then trekked back into the stars, with a sole mission to integrate the universe.
The newly cloned specimens were henceforth loaded unto a transport vessel, and prepped to be sent to the darkest region of Amar territory, for hopes of the great profit that may be obtained from them.
While en route to their destination, the transport was attacked and subdued by several rogue pirate ships, under contract by a recently freed slave race. Thus saving the clones from the eternity of slavery that they had been damned for.
The clones' saviors educated the Spartans of their past, and the story of how their world had been exterminated by the great war machine. Enraged, the Spartans vowed vengeance for their race, at any cost.
The Spartan clones, owing a great debt for their freedom, now live to serve their new masters with unfaltering loyalty, in hopes of achieving the one thing they had been bred for. Honor, which can only be obtained by defeating the most advanced and superior race in the known universe, and freeing the remaining slaves of their saviors, restoring their empire to its' former greatness. No offense, great story though, as Adamance said, you might get some flak. I'm willing to roll with the idea, it's a nice ode to Earth and I like the idea. Yet my only concern is it doesn't talk about who you are. Who the character you rp as is.....you told the basic of your past, but what's your description? Walking around in a dropsuit in the middle of a population dense area isn't going to look good. IGS is a place for clones to relax or live the life of a mortal just for a second in their immortal life. So, maybe talk about what you look like, your name or aliases, personality. What makes you different from the crowd?
Name: Spartan Age: 25 Aliases: Brother Dude, The Mad Repper. Color: Pale White Enemies Destroyed: 40,000+ Eye Color: Shimmering Blue Hair Color: Sandy Blonde Height: 74" Personality: Lone-Wolf (but has grown fond of supporting his new corp mates, and starting to come out of his shell) Political Standings: Highest Paying of the gall/min races. Preferred Transportation: ODST Pod ejected from the side of a titan, or super carrier. Times memory implanted into a new clone: 18,000+ Weight: 197 lbs
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