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You awake as the world turns, you blink as the small laboratory comes in to focus.
Looking around you see the tank that your floating in, you claw your way out and pull of the cables and drips from your body.
Staggering, you head towards the day light, on exiting the small laboratory you find a world of black asphalt.

You can see that the laboratory was inside of large semi truck, its twisted on to its side and a burning car is wrecked across the road.

You walk, well limp slightly towards the front of the truck.
Then you see a bleeding man, in tactical gear, with oner hand he clutches at his belly.
As you approach him he shouts at you "get back! ba.."  he says reaching for a pistol.
He collapses as he draws the pistol, his shirt covered in blood.

You look at your self in the trucks mirror and then an urge hits you, a need to run, the flee from her.
You head to the :

North, following the road.
South, towards the lights in the distance.
West, into the farm fields
East, in to the woods.

Thru the jungle by the river Styx, you've journeyed long and far to be here this day, for the beast of night an jungle shadows will never make you turn away.

Before you stands a towering ziggurat of black stone ashlar, the inside is full of mysteries that men have never seen before, the jewelled tombs of atlantean kings and ruins of elder times.
While some men seek such thing for knowledge and there black sorcery, your after nothing more gold and glory.

As you consider your climb up to the top something in the jungle growls and your eyes catch the glint of blade flashing in bamboo.
But you are a warrior born to the flash of the blade an clash of steel, you fear no man live or dead.

Takeing a moment you look over your supply's.
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You had 130 gold pieces to spend
 
(If you played my last game and wish to reuse your sheet then you have 200 GP.)

You have journeyed long and far this day, across the jungle and rivers.
With a band of brave souls and stout swords to back you have come for the gold, jewels and glory.
Here to the black Necropolis of Karthagaz, this dark city of the dead holds wealth for those brave enough to claim it, the tales of lurking shadows and walking dead will not sway you from your path.

You are a warrior, the way of sword and axe are your destiny.
Recalling back to but a week ago buying the supply's for your venture:

You had 105 gold pieces and bought the following :



Standing before the white pyramid of the sorceress you check your gear one last time and head in side...

------Star fall---------

It was meant to be an easy job, just hit the cargo ships, a little job keeping a low tech planet down to low tech.
You came in from the dark side of the moon, the ships engines of your star fighter howling as you let rip with laser cannons an sent them in to the great void dragons icy kiss.

Then things got complicated, a string of laser blasts from the planet, that smashed of you're ships left wing clean off.
With the cock pit screaming at you, lights flashing wild you push towards the planet, hoping that some where there was a soft landing as you fell in to the atmosphere.

Controls locked tight and fuel burning, you fell a shooting star from the heavens down in to the earth.

It's not a crash that most pilots hope to survive but your not most pilots, born from a cyber womb of Telos, you where born part machine with a will stronger then mere flesh.
With a lest act of will you set intra shields to maximum before you blackout.

Fire! The burning cockpit, The star filled sky, the visions flashing before you're eyes.

You blink an jump back from the fire, blinking as you see the small camp fire for what it is.

The man across the fire looks at you, his old face lined by time an weather.
"Awake are you? Star Faller.
Good we have to talk."
You don't feel like talking , in fact you feel like vomiting.
"The metal man he spoke of a riseing. I was a boy then young an ignorant.
But he spoke so with wisdom of the stars, now i know his word's to be thru we must slay the sperchter
Of the red banner high! of the lords thrown down an every man equal.
Of the end of serfdom! and the false priests!
Do you have word from him? the comrades are ready.
Arms have been hidden, cells set up and with just a word the proletariat will rise, is the time right?"

You spit an then vomit in the shadows of his camp fire,  "him? who what?" you ask wiping you're face clean.

"The metal man from the stars. He that came with the book." he passes you a dog eared copy of da capital.
You are from the stars, i saw you fall." he answers.

With a groan you realise that your on a low tech world, an far worse the red robots have been here first.

"Uh no i don't have words, i'm not really meant to be here.." you mutter.

Takeing a breath you look around, mostly it's sheep, grey and black sheep, but in the distance you see hot chemical fire from your spaceship.

"Ah that's where i found you, just feet from the fire, you where." the man tells you.
"Thank You" you lie back and night turns in to day.

Its early morning, the cold air bite's as you push the camp fire together and set a kettle.

You exhale an slowly start to plan.
Setting you're situation into goals an simple idea's.

1) I've been shot down, by a planet based laser battery.
2) This is a primitive shit hole, my saver farms sheep an smells like one too.
3) The red robots have prepared the planet for a rising, an soon too.
While a shepherds Jezail is not a military arm, the red robots have never been one's fore caring about causality's.
4) there's likely a ship headed off plant an that's from the same lot as shot you down.

Some Goals for the current year
A: Get Armed
B: Get off planet

Status personal.

Level 0 Cyborg
Advantages =
-------Nil------


Arms: nothing.
Clothing: rags
Asset :none.

Data corruption restore for biological  frame work? Y
Name ?
Gender?

From an age undreamed of, Wxiled.

In the time between the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of of Roman, there was an age undreamed of, A time when the steel hand made emperors!
An age when the axe ruled And kings where born by the the blooded sword in hand.
It was a sword age, a time when the sword in hand rules fate with an iron will.
And this came one that shall tell you of..

It all happened so fast, one day you where a top the walls of Raven-port with your feather,  he was so tall an strong,  out looking over the army of Blackwood, he was unbeatable.
Such is the folly of youth, that you could swear he would fight them all back single handed.
But such are a child's dreams , one's parents are like gods, your Farther a giant of muscle an knowledge, Mother an angle here to fix every cut an scrape away with a kiss.

 
It was so fast in a blink of an eye the flaming skull banners of the warlord Blackwood where at the walls, that ended your youth, no more was your feather as in minutes you see the walls swarmed by the warlords troops.
The town dell next as in panic filled minute you ran to the docks.
The dock's was your agreed meeting place, perhaps you waited a moment to long but soon you found your self on a boat drafting away from home.

Now as the swift oars pull you an the boat out into the free open water, you swear revenge on the warlord Blackwood.

As dawn breaks the captain make it clear to you and the crowed mass of refugees that he can not keep you aboard, the port of Zateixo will be your new start in life.

You are X, a 14 year old Male/ Female child and you are...
You look for a job as ..

-----------------The dead void-----------------[/b][/size]
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You wake with your head pounding and vision blurry, the after effects of the liquid cosh.
Head spinning you look at the row of people, across from you, each of them hooded and bound in straight jacket to the seats.
You try to move your arms and a chain rattles.

At last in dawns on you, your a prisoner awaiting transport to somewhere, that's why your bound to the chair, by steel hand cuffs.

The guards are a pair of the proverbial shaven headed jackboot wearing an frankly ugly brutes.

“Hold it, you’ve got one.” you hear as another man half shove a young woman in to the seat across from you down into the seat.
“No, she not on the manifest, you know the rules.” your guard starts to complain.
“Shove it, an stick you’re manifest up your arse, she overdue a mind-wipe this one.” he slaps her face.
“bb-But she’s a psi drone, should be on ice for a long jump like this.”
“Look sunshine, this ship's going to the reprocessing plant an so’s she.
 Asteria here's got a brain lock, see?” he pinches her pale cheek an shakes her.
“You take her or you can take it up with the boss.”

She sits there across from you, her face is blank, likes a dolls with the glassy blue eyes.
The left side of her head is shaved and home to a braided steel cable that trails down to steel collar that rings her neck with green leds.

Without a clock or anything to see your not sure how much time passes but one by one you see the lights go dim on Asteria’s collar and then she slowly smiles at you.

Her eyes flash with purple light and you feel a fist shove knowledge in to your mind.
It hurts deep down in side to feel it enter your mind.
"get ready you left"
"punch him an enter 0451"
You hear a click clack as the chains unlock.
Then all hell breaks loose, the lights go out as everyone moves at once, the guard are tackled by three men each.
It’s almost like your on autopilot as you hammer the numbers in to the door keypad.

Then there's a bang, Asteria stares at you while blood gushes out from her neck.
...Tell her i'm sorry..funny dieing doesn't hurt like i thought...
Her eyes roll back, her body spasms as purple lighting tears it way out, ripping flesh apart.
It's shocking to see a body ripped apart from the in side, flesh tearing like tissue paper, but your mind feels lighter as you make your way to:

A: Armory (mini arms race here, describe your sci fi weapon in the post)
B: Escape Shuttles, there's a planet down there.
C: Control bridge, i'm sure it's not that hard to fly this thing.

Ok sheets time.

Backgrounds:

1: Gene Warrior, you where built as soldier in the mold of macho man’s macho man (or woman), your blessed with 38 inch biceps, a titanium jaw, abs like steel an the ability to drink whiskey like water, and to all but walk off gunshot wounds.

2: Mondasian cyber cultist, the flesh is weak, steel is stronger.
A Prosthophile to the core, you mind is ready but body still awaits the range of bionic parts to transform you.

3: Bio adapter, the body changes to the mind.
Originally built to help colonist survive is strange new environments, you can change your physiology in strange and interesting ways given adequate biomass.

Notes, we’re running with “cinematic” reality here, The spaceships are there to look cool and make impressive whooshing noises in deep space.
People will carry hand weapons like “plasma whip” or antimatter-firing crossbows, and never mind how they work.

"Between the time when the Titanomachy fell and rise of the Etruscans, there was an age undreamed of.

A time when the axe ruled the land, An age of mighty kingdoms, forged from blood and steel.
When ones life was worth only what the blade in hand made it.

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