Bowels of Robotropolis.

[specopsangheili]

[[Note : Please please please use proper spelling and grammar in this RP. I want a nice mature RP here]]


Alrighty people heres is the idea. We are in a futuristic world here, teleporters, laser beams, warp holes, different dimensional travel and anthromorphs are now a thing of reality.
The world is heavily polluted by an unknown enemy, the cities are crumbling in most areas of the world but one mega city remains. This city is shrouded in darkness and thick smoke. On the outside it looks very forbidding but to the "inhabitants" it is home.
Robotnik's factories expell tonnes of waste into the worlds oceans everyday. He has robots (he is using satam swatbots in this one) that regularly patrol the streets. The only things alive in the city live underground where they cannot be tormented by Robotniks madness and tyranny.

If you are caught on the surface by any of the swat bots then you will be attacked on sight or held captive and turned into a robot yourself where you will spend the rest of your days serving under the rule of the madman.


You may use any fancharacter you want that is based off the sonic series. Just no godly characters and keep the abilities realistic or it won't be fun for anyone else.

Here is the character I shall be using :

Name : David

Age : 20

Species : Hedgehog

A couple of differences : his spines don’t really stand up, they sort of hang loosely and are a little shorter than average.

Skin colour : Pure white

Eye colour : Dark blue

Appearance :
He wears a dark purple hooded top with dark red flame patterns coming up the sleeves. - Hood is usually up. - Beneath his hoody he has a white sleeveless top on.
He wears baggy black pants and has a belt just visible around his waist with the buckle being a silver cross.
His footwear consist of simple white trainers.

Personality :
Honest about everything to friends. However he can be a very deceptive person and can lie all he wants if he really needs to. - Basically he’s the one to go to if you need a cover story.
He is hard working and kind hearted in nature. He is very good and covering up his kindness streak though and can act the tough guy if he wants to.
Sometimes if he has had a bad day he will usually be very silent and deep in thought. These are the days when he is usually experimenting (see misc section)

History :
David had a good childhood and came from a well educated family.
He studied hard in school and was looking forward to a promising career if he could complete university. He was looking forward to joining the military as a bio weapon research scientist.
But when he turned 16 his train of thought changed on him. He didn’t want to be cooped up in some lab deep underground studying whatever horrible virus in existence. Instead he wanted some action.
Eventually he started mixing with a few dodgy people, their causes were good so he saw no harm in “helping” them with a few requests. Usually they involved smuggling weapons around the country to some far off island. Sometimes he was body guarding some guy he had never heard of. He never bothered asking questions though. Chances are they were just rebels against their corrupt leaders.
By the age of 19 he had seen it all : Disease, poverty, death, pestilence and a few more horrors than he cared to mention. Most of them caused by the armies of corrupt leaders on their own people.
When he turned 20 he found himself lazing around his apartment with a considerably large sum of money in the bank. It wasn’t exactly legal money according to the current laws : You can’t hire mercenaries.
But he just sits around during the day waiting for anymore juicy contracts to come up for him to get a piece of.
As a result of his dodgy work he has no problem in obtaining any kind of firearm, all he has to do is drop a line and do a nice quick exchange of cold hard cash in a dark alley…

Weapons :
A simple 12mm handgun. Strong enough to punch a whole through most modern day armours. - Weapon is holstered on the inside of David’s leg beneath his pants. Basically you can’t see it beneath the baggy pants.
His little survival knife strapped to his leg beneath his pants doubles as a survival tool for sticky situations.

Miscellaneous :
David stopped hearing from his family when he was 17. They did not approve in anyway of his new “career” choice. Rumour has it they simply moved as far away from David as possible, not wanting to get caught up in any investigations into him….if the intelligence agencies ever found out what he did that was…

He frequently wakes up in the middle of the night shivering, this is because of the nightmares he usually has now as a result of the things he has seen in his life time. Usually he will sit up for a few hours before finally drifting back off to sleep…

His previous interest in bio weapons certainly hasn’t expired yet, in his spare time he likes to experiment with several small viruses - nothing nasty but he is ill sometimes when he needs a test subject….

The only identifying feature about David is a hideous scar on his back. It is roughly the size of a clenched fist and is the result of shrapnel from a roadside bomb detonating a few meters from him.




Intro :

A murky filthy smoke drifted a few centimeters off the worn down road which had not seen any use in decades. It hung in the air low like a morning fog.
The smoke was disrupted by a passing hovercraft. The hovercraft was manned by one swatbot and it had a large torch mounted to it.
The torch flicked on and scanned through the murky darkness. A shadow stirred as David flattened himself against a burnt out shell of a car. He was wearing dark filthy clothing as it blended in well with the city, the city seemed to always be enthralled in a black soot from the smoke and air pollution. The once proud white buildings now stood ancient and decrepid. The buildings were all in pretty good shape....actually they were perfectly preserved, no-one had been in them in at least 40 years. Not since that day Robotnik took over and drove everyone from the cities.

The light shone over David and he remained perfectly still. The swatbot then flew straight oer him and he waited a few seconds for the gentle hum of the hovercrafts engine to fade away before relaxing.

He stepped away from the car with his rifle ready, he looked up into the sky and sighed in resignation before walking into the distance and fading away into thick smoke....

[callie444]

(I'll be Sally)
Sally was walking in the forest. She thought about what she were to do.

[specopsangheili]

I would appreciate some serious roleplaying. One-liners are not serious replies. I took the time to write out this RP and I would appreciate some effort put into replies.

[callie444]

(Oh,ok.)
Sally,yesturday was waiting for Sonic to help,but of course,he was out there,running around the forest,helping other people.Sometimes,I think he's to vusy helping others. she thought to herself.

[Dr.Quack]

A walker clanked by, in it sat a half "Robian" monitoring the panels & do-dads infront of him, more than watching the actual floor, he agitatedly jabs at some switches, then the walker goes over to a wall will interfaces, the dome rolls back to show, a duck with a robotic head, he plugs a cord into the wall & his own head, eyes flash, soon other lights flash in unison, machinery around the floor picks up a steady faster paced rhythem.

The former Duc Wallacia : Debugged, status normal, proceed.

Unplugs self, takes walker to observation plank, climbs out, performs individual check-ups on the supervising drones...

[specopsangheili]

His mission was simple but fraught with danger. He had to terminate the power generator in the center of Robotropolis.

David coughed silently but heavily. His lungs were starting to fill with the many irritants that had been un-ceasingly pumped into the air by Robotniks oil processing plants and factories. Why a man would want to destroy the world and build up yet more armies of robots was beyond him. A madness had beset itself on Robotnik, a madness mired by beauty. The beauty of evil and pollution had created its own environment altogether. Dead trees resembled nightmarish apparitions long twisted from a decade of pollution.

He felt alone in this city but yet strangely it was as if he was home, the most evil place on Mobius and he felt at home...perhaps it was his brains way of telling him he could adapt to anything.
He leant over suddenly and started coughing fitfully. An ominous thick strand of crimsom could be made out amongst the soot filled air.

Steadying himself he wiped the blood off his hand onto his filthy pants.

'Guess i'm not as invincible as I thought'

[Dr.Quack]

Finishing his shift, the Duc (pronounced "Duke") exits the building along his way back towards the experimental laboratories, for he was a new type model, Robotnik hadnt given up on capturing & using the dragons, but he he had been looking for substitutions, this model could fly & was amphibious.
However he still had his own set of "bugs" being a prototype, the front heavy metal doors slid open, he walked out, his right eye blinked, had he seen the intruder ? ... no, he paused & smaked the right side of his head, the eye quit blinking.

Duc: Need to rest. - - - Wonder what Scratch is up too, missed him coming out of the pod this morning. - - - (in a more metalic echo) Unapproved thought senario.

The Duc winced, horked & spat a glop of oil & proceeded on his way...

[specopsangheili]

(sorry about the late reply)


David spat out a foul tasting stream of mucus. He wiped his sleeved arm across his mouth to rid himself of the remnants.

He pressed himself up against the wall of a decrepid old house. The soot stang his eyes badly and they watered. Good equipment had been hard to come by these days. Robotnik had all the good stuff stored away in his warehouses. Heavily guarded warehouses.

His breathing was beginning to become raspy and forced. How he wished he had a filtration system he could fit over his mouth right now. He had heard stories of those who had succumbed to the effects of the poisonous smog. It made operations inside Robotropolis almost impossible.

Sliding along the wall keeping his back firmly pressed against it he squinted in the dark and spotted the still unmoving of of a robot. He didn't dare move a muscle as he had heard they had thermals and would be able to pick him up in a heartbeat.

[FormalSecurity.]

Name : Lyon Demetri

Age : 37

Species : OverLander

Skin colour : Tanned White

Eye colour : Sky Blue and Ocean Green

Appearance : Standing at six and a half feet, Lyon towers over most living things with ease. He is strongly built and charismatic. He as dark brown hair which is short and spiked. Several scars are visible on his head and throughout his body. He wears Black Night Ops clothing with a one inch jetSteel body armour underneath.

Personality :
Quiet and confident, Lyon is deadly when it comes to almost anything. He never gets emotional, he only cares about getting the job done in whatever way, using whatever sources, equipment or people that are nessesary. He is loyal, kind and outgoing.

History :
Growing up was easy for Lyon. His father, one of the richest men in the world gave him everything and anything he could ever want. But Lyon didn't want the usual stuff a teenage boy wanted. He had a gym built for him, a combat course, a firing range. From the age of 15 he knew that this was what he wanted to do. So he trained and he trained hard. Later, he got promoted to Sargeant of the Special Operations Tactics and Recon team. He is now 37 and serving his 16th year with the team.

Weapons :
Backpack- 2 First Aid Kits, Gas Mask, 12x Optical Scope, 24x Optical Scope, 56x Optical Scope, Rations for 7 days, Water bottle full, Sleeping bag, 3 EMP grenades, Combat Knife, Collapsable Sniper Rifle.
Shoulders- 4 ammo holsters, 2 on each shoulder.
Chest- 6 inch combat knife, 9mm handgun.
Hip- 12mm Handgun on each.
Ankle- 4 inch combat knife, 9mm handgun.
Back- Submachine gun.


Miscellaneous :
Lyon has a large tattoo on his back written is letters not even he can understand. He doen't know how it got there and who gave it to him. But it looks cool so he doen't mind.

[specopsangheili]

David cursed to himself mentally. He had a firearm but it was not sufficent to crack a robots armour. It would take down a sentient being in no time but the armour of what he would later discover was called a SWAT robot or SWATbot for short was far to thick.

Laying on his stomach he tried to crawl around the robot. The floor was filthy and caked with dirt. He noticed how there wasn't even a dead weed on the ground, such was the scale of the pollution.

Just then the SWATbot turned around...

[FormalSecurity.]

Lyon stood in the darkness of the shadows. He watched the Hedgehog run across and hit the wall of the building with sympathy. He took out his 24x scope and raised it to his eye to see what the hedgehog would do next. Lyon knew what was in that building as he had passed it on the way through.

Lyon shook his head and looked at his watch. "No time for this." He tried explaining to himself. But again, he bought up the scope and saw the hedgehog crawl across the floor. Watched as the bot turned and clicked his neck. He threw the scope back into his bag and checked the fittings of his mask. He left all his equipment bar one grenade.

He threw himself out of the shadows and ran toward the Hedgehog. Sweat forced the mask to slip slighty but not loosen it. This was risky but he couldn't leave the little guy. A few metres away now and he unpinned the grenade rolled in across the floor the Bot's underbelly and grabbed the hedgehog in one swift movement. He turned and started running back towards his belongings. Passing the bot again a blue flash emerged from the floor as the EMP grenade detonated and shut the bot down. They didn't have long, but they enough time to get away to safety. "Hold on and don't squirm." He asked.

[specopsangheili]

'Who are you?' David yelled at the stranger and produced his pistol. The sounds of sirens filled the air and the city instantly came to life.

Hoevercraft units begun to rush to the area. Obviously there must have been an EMP sensor or something. But no...that was when David saw it. Another SWATbot was watching them from a rooftop half obscured in the darkness. It's searchlights clicked on and it began to run towards David and Lyon at a frieghtening pace. Heavy thuds filled the air as armoured boots hit the floor.

'Run for it!' he yelled feeling his neck suddenly light up on fire as a ball of searing hot plasma sizzled by his neck.

[FormalSecurity.]

"Run for it!" Came the voice of the hedgehog. And Lyon did. He sprinted toward his bag without hesitation His height helped, giant strides came with every pace. He had been training most of his life for moments like this and it was all worth it. The plasma round caught him off gaurd and he stumbled a bit, but he gained his composure and continued.

Lyon reached his bag and dropped the hedgehog. He rifled in it for a second of two and produced his last two EMP grenades and his water. He turned and unpinned the grenades, keeping hold of the triggers. Next, he opened his water with his teeth and poured it all over the grenades.

"Eat this." He whispered and then, he threw them. A swift turn and he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder, picked the hedgehog back up and began to run again. He looked back as the grenades were just about to explode.

The water combined with the electro-magnetic pulse sent the grenades into overshock, increasing their blast radius and power. Catching a few SWATbots and Hoverbots, it started raining metal. He didn't stop running though. He knew it was only temporary. So he continued. Where to? He didn't know. Why? This was going against his mission so he didn't know that either. But he ran.

He looked down at the hegehog, "It's okay."

[specopsangheili]

The air became alive with plasma fire as SWATbots descended on David's and Lyon's position.

'Now ya've done it!' David yelled as more plasma sizzled by him. Truely they were in need of a miracle.
David hopped down to the floor and begun running as fast as he could, cutting through side alleys and rounding corners at break neck speed.

His neck was already blistering from where the plasma had just missed him. He ignored it and pressed on until he spotted a wrecked hovercraft. He crouched behind the hovercraft that looked like it had crashed against the side of a decrepid house a long time ago. Perhaps on the night of the invasion.

'Over here!' David shouted to Lyon motioning frantically for him to take cover. The craft was just big enough to conceal two people and the smog would just maybe throw off their thermal signatures.

[Dr.Quack]

The second wave of Robians, came out of their warehouses amid the flashing warning lights & claxon alarm, most built for repetitive drudge work, but more than a few designed for combat.
Ducs eyes flashed a cutting orange-red, as he surveyed the area sharing recon input with other drones & hover units, he launched up like a glider plane & took off from most of the other Robians.
He said in a monotone voice: Halt intruders.
His mouth/beak opened & two small twin lazers trailed after the closest interloper, his speed of flight nearly even with the hover units. But he was more manuverable & could land anywhere.
His internal uplink with the Robotropolis grid kept him tune with the other units in pursuit. So far the small & large object were the only ones detected. As they neared the other perimiter the other Robians fanned out in a search grid.
A hover unit dipped down a little too close & knocke Duc out of his straight flight down into a Swatbot, he glanced & skipped like a polished stone over a pond & careened out of control but still towards the target.
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