TEKNIK - Begins

[Ultimate Charizard]

TEKNIK

50 Years into mankind’s future, the human race was looking promising. Technology, medicine and just the general state of the race was much improved from the greedy, squabbling, selfish rabble we know today. The advancement of the space program was also going well. Advancements in numerous fields including a faster than light drive were in development but this, one of mankinds greatest acheivments would prove to be the start of its downfall. The energy surge of the initial 'Jump' attracted attention to our little planet. Attention it could do without.
Just 2 Years later, the assault began. A fleet of ships, identifying themselves as the Teslan's approached under a flag of peace, drawn to the planet after picking up distant traces of unknown energy. They declared the Earth would be granted a place within their empire and though the governments of Earth declined, it was soon realised that it was not an offer, it was a statement of fact. The chance to accept was merely an opportunity to avoid human casualties. What we called a war, they called Pest control.

When the assault began it was revealed that the Teslan’s were a robotic race, roughly 40ft tall though some varied, and they were capable of camouflage. It was all reminiscent of an old cartoon. Vehicles, Machinery, and worst of all, Weapons began converting themselves into Robotic soldiers. Teslan Infantry, hiding on earth for years, locked in their alternate forms until a signal from their main force began the assault, began to devastate the population. We never stood a chance.
They occupied Earth for decades, harvesting the resources and tapping the potential of mankind. Because of their logical, mechanical nature they saw the human imagination as a great asset. Where they had ’proved’ faster than light was impossible, and given up on the project, humans had dared to ignore ’fact’ and succeeded.

It was this that led to the creation of the Biomek. The human resistance, though small and limited had dug itself in well, and deep enough that they couldn’t be simply dug out. The sheer size of the Teslan's prevented them accessing the small sewers and service corridors the humans utilized and so logically they would need to use troops of a similar size, and also logically the best thing of human size to use would be an actual human. They rounded up and captured a number of human subjects and subjected them to Teslan technology, adding their DNA to a Teslan pre-form. Essentially an Infant. This pre-form would absorb, and bond with its host, creating a Teslan/human hybrid, literally a living, growing machine. Since the pre-form was a blank slate however it would be the humans thoughts and memories that would take control and would need to be wiped. Before the reprogramming could be completed however a Resistance raid caused a malfunction in another laboratory experimenting in Temporal mechanics. The Biomek's were caught in the accident and vanished.

They appeared 40 years in the past. On the exact day that the first faster than light jump was made. Unfortunately, as most of these things go, they werent exactly alone.
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Name: Cal Corbec
Age: 28
Gender: M
Looks: Stands just over 6ft tall. Is well built and muscular but only in the sense of someone who's worked hard all his life and not just some gym bunnie. Has short brown hair which is kept neat in a messy fashion. His fringe sticks out a little and there is the faint hint of grey around the temples. Has blue eyes and generally wears Jeans, casual boots and a black t-shirt. Only shaves when needed (if hes going somewhere) and so he sometimes has the makings of a beard before it annoys him and he gets rid of it etc.
Personality: A bit of a loner these days. Has the occaisional friend he talks to in town and is friendly enough with his customers. Likes to help where he can and make himself feel usefull without getting in peoples way. Is a very proud but lonely man and hates people feeling pity or accepting help from others. Hates feeling helpless.
Background: Was a military man for almost 8 years. Accheived the rank of Corporal, working primarily as a field mechanic before gaining his own command. His career was cut short however when his unit came under attack. He was working in the motor pool at the time when the garage caught an artillery shell. His body was riddled with shrapnel and although most was removed, and his life saved, he never regained full use of his leg due to shards still buried in the joint. As such he walks with a limp though refuses to use aides like crutches. Unable to keep pace for front line work he was given a position as head of the motor pool but feeling too much like it was sympathy for a lame soldier, turned down the position and retired from the army.
Ironically he realised his mechanic skills were still his best chance of making a living so used his retirement pay to buy and run a small garage.
Abilities: Standard Military training as well as experience in command of a unit. Skilled Marksman, tactician and Mechanic.
Other:

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I yawned as i leaned back in my chair. The day had been slow. Only a couple of people turning in for fuel and the only repair job i had was already finished. It was long, boring days like this, when the mind had time to wander which were the worst. I got up, wincing slightly feeling the pain in my right knee and hearing the loud snapping pop of the joint as i straightened it and limped out onto the forecourt, locking the door behind me and heading to walk around the back.
The old place was looking a little ramshackle. The walls were dirty, the windows were cracked and the sun had stained the once white plastic signs around the pumps a yellowy brown shade. Of course it was the general state of the place which had meant it was so cheap. I had big plans for the place.

Turning the corner i approached the large fenced off section round the back of the main garage. It looked a little imposing, all wrought iron and barbed wire, your stereotypical junkyard but it was still home. A small house sat on the east of the yard. Just next to it, opposite the entracne gate was the workshop. Apparently this whole place had once been part of an airfield. Most of the land was now woodland, reseeded after the airfield was abandoned but my 'workshop' still remained. It was infact a small hanger. A maintenance bay for aircraft that i had converted to suit vehicles of a more 'downmarket' nature, such as the battered Pickup truck now waiting in the collection area. Everything to the west of the Hanger was just junk. 2 Football fields worth of Scrap metal, disused machinery and a few motor parts here or there. There were always a few usefull gems to be found but essentially worthless junk.

A breif flash caught my eye as i was about to close the workshop for the night and i looked out towards the source. It had come from the junkpile but there was nothing to see now. I looked back at the house, considering retrieving one of my old rifles before going to check it out.
"Its probably just kids" I grumbled, picking up a wrench instead, just incase.

I headed into the pile slowly. Using the cleared paths between different mounds of metal to make my way through.

"Who's there?" i asked, trying to sound authorative as i rounded a corner. As i did 5 heads each looked up to stare at me.

They were an odd bunch. They looked somehow out of place, and they didnt look like they were interested in stealing. Infact if anything they all just seemed confused.

"Who are you?" i asked as one approached. He stopped short seeing the wrench.

"T..t..temporal disturbance.." one of them managed to mutter behind him and he seemed to realise something before looking at me.

"When is this?" he asked.

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Ok thats the start. If anyone wants to take over. The year would be around 2063, place basically doesnt matter, ill leave that upto whoever jumpes in first with a location if/when we need one. Basically get yoursleves intro'd and we can have some action next time out

[Asilynne]

Name: Detta Nightingale
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Looks: Lively red hair, green eyes with oval shaped glasses (like this but with red hair.) She wears all black with a white labcoat and metal bands that take up her whole lower arms. As for robot form Her hair becomes a helmet with a lavendar vizor so her head is fully sealed, The labcoat becomes a shiny metallic very pale blue and folds up to form wings/armour plates around her. And she has a red cross symbol over her heart. (thanks gav). She has blades that come from her elbows and her wrists and small guns on the top of her lower arms, though she will refuse to use them for violence even to save her own life.
Personality: very peaceful, she wont harm any living thing, even if it poses a threat to her. Wont even make a move to save herself from harm if it meant hurting something else to do so. She would run away, talk it over, or avoid the thing that causes her harm (shes not suicidal) but she would rather die than taint her soul with violence. Would do anything to ease another creatures suffering. Is very quiet and yet kind and gentle, she has a lot of compassion, even for her enemies. Believes everyone has a right to live and would feel it her duty to offer aid to an injured enemy. Basically needs to be protected because otherwise she would undoubtably come to harm since not everyone is as peaceful as she. (If youve read Wheel of time, think the "Way of the Leaf" and thats like what she follows).
Background: Was a doctor for humans before the change, she was always one to want to mend everything thats hurt or in pain. Is a buddhist and cant bring herself to cause any pain or death so she has made a living out of the opposite. Since she wouldnt fight back she was chosen to become one of the halfbreeds so to speak. (more to be revealed later.
Class: Medic
Abilities: She can directly interface with any of her kind and run a diagnostic, targeting flaws in programming and circuitry as well as organic injuries. After the diagnostic she can use the tools in her mechanical arm bands to treat and correct any injury swiftly and effectively. Can also run self diagnostics in seconds and mend problems internally provided she isnt damaged too badly.(more as I think of them)
Other: The gear in her wristbands include Cutting lasers, mini-welding gear, diagnostic cables, injector tubes filled with various nano repairing bots and organic innoculations. She has within her the ability to wipe another of her kinds current mind and personality, as well as her own, lying dormant within her is the new programming the teslans intended for her and her fellows. But she would never use this ability because of her very strong aversion to harming others.

~~~Detta Nightingale~~~
For as long as space endures, and for as long as living beings remain, until then may I too abide to dispel the misery of the world.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.
All I ever wanted to do was ease peoples suffering. All I ever wanted was to protect and heal. War happened, I could not stop it, but at the very least I could try to lessen the evil of it. All through my life I lived in accordance with the teachings of Buddha, Ive tried to follow the path of Bodhisattva, to sacrifice my own chance at Nirvana in order to aid others. I could easily go to my grave, knowing that I had lived a life of helping others.

But life had different ideas for me.

The Teslans had come, and for whatever reason had chosen me to be remade as one of their children. This was an abomination. There was a natural cycle of death and rebirth, but this was a rebirth as something outside the natural order. This has severed my connection to the cycle, I had not died, but I was no longer within the 31 planes of existance. I was something else, but it had not ended there.
They wanted to erase mine and the personalities of the others like me, they wanted to take away our identities and give us a new one. They were trying to own the cycle of death and rebirth and twist it to their own whims.

And I was to be the instrument of their "reprogramming".

They made me to erase the minds of the others. They built within my new body the power to permanently remove the minds, memories and personalities of the others, and give them the identities of their choosing. And when that was complete they wanted me to self-erase, and the new programming would begin to download at that moment, and though I would still exist in the physical plane, I would be gone. I would be unable to rebirth into this world, and never, NEVER, would I reach nirvana. I would be lost.

But fortunately it was not to be. Before the evil moment happened where I would have to fight off the Teslans desire for me to destroy a person from the inside out, something happened. I knew not what, but in a flash I, along with the others like me, found myself in the middle of this field, the air still clinging to the heat of the day even as the cool evening wind began to blow. The smells of grasses and diesel mingling together. The dry straw colored grass clinging to the cracked earth, waiting for the rain. Junk was everywhere, and we looked around at each other, feeling lost and confused.
And then, my heart leapt with fear as I heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Who are you?"
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>.< sorry if it sucks, theres my first post XD I need character interaction so anyone can feel free to mention me in their posts ^-~ I did a bit of research on buddhism but if I got anything wrong let me know! Btw shes keeping it as her dirty little secret that she still possesses the power to erase the groups minds. TAG! anyone rofl

[Crystal Tears]

Name: Luka Milan
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Looks: Luka stands at 5’9’’ with shaggy brown hair. His bangs are somewhat uneven and cover his eyes a little (which are a golden-auburn colour), they grow longer as you get closer to the ears, and layered. Behind the ears the hair is short and layered, and gelled (a small amount) to spike a little. His skin is fair with only a slight tan, and he’s not overly built. He’s bordering on a lean build (yay somewhat defined XD), but overly appears slim (he looks more like a runner). Luka wears a white tank top with a songbird design on the upper right shoulder and black pants; with a dark brown belt and a plain silver buckle. Over top he has a black leather coat (comes down to his knees) that has semi-wide sleeves and a high collar that can hide about half his face. It leaves about 3 feet not zippered at the bottom so it’s… I dunno, got some flare? XD
He also has a satchel on his waste/hip which carries random things for communications, decoding, hacking what-have-you.
In his robotic form he looks relatively the same, only he as lines all over his body glowing a bright, almost aqua blue. His eyes seem to loose their life and turn a metallic blue with a dull glow. Luka in this form generates a type of energy shield that replaces the lack of armor his has. He can fling EMPs and small energy orbs at people/things for an attack (an EMP attack on a human fries them like in a matrix…)
Personality: He’s definitely curious, and that gets him in trouble. He can find almost anything amazing, whether complex or simple; though he prefers to let his imagination wonder how something works rather than take it apart. He is extremely smart and grasps things easily, though he tends not to use technical terms what-so-ever so he’s teammates often get confused. Though he does have the gift of gab and the people-person sort of personality, he often just listens (he’s a very good listener). He never picks a side when the matters are really important; he likes to stay neutral until he hears both sides of the story. He has a serious side to him that shows when he’s listening or working on something; otherwise though he’s light-hearted and approachable. When angry (which rarely happens) he’ll go silent and anti-social.
Background: He was given to the Teslans, the rest is TBR. (I will come up with a better one later *nods*)
Class: Communications
Abilities: Anything that’s computerized is potentially a weapon for him or a tool. He can beat virtually any computerized defense on the human network, and for the most part is undetectable to them. Being he’s communication he’s both a walking inceptor (picking up almost all communications) and a jamming tower (ability to jam almost all communications around him). Any sort of device that communicates in some way for humanity comes naturally too him. He has super-hearing; sonar and echolocation are passive abilities for him for the most part. For weaponry he often relies on Sound and EMPs, but because he’s not overly built for direct combat, he’s quite agile and speedy to get out of a tight spot fast.
Other: Nothing…?

Luka

He wasn’t supposed to understand, was he? One minute they were somewhere else, not here. No, this wasn’t where he had been, was it? Luka blinked, looking at his surroundings with fascination that only a child could match when they first entered a super-sized toy store. He was no mechanic, no, definitely not, but he loved to know how things work. The more complicated and unrelated to motorized vehicles the better. The shorter man, compared to the others, stepped forward and knelt down to one of the small piles of metal.

Then it hit him.

Signals, so many, comparably slow to what he was accustomed to, but so fascinating. He looked up, up at the sky that was so dark and had shinnies spread out through it. Stars, silery and pretty, and the signals were up there with them. Odd, they were all so different and the same, did they not get cluttered or intercepted? Strange.

Luka looked at the others, he should feel lost, but he couldn’t. His curiosity got the better and he carefully picked up a piece of… What was it? Rusted and old, it had no use, not that he could tell, but the strangeness fascinating him. He placed it carefully on the ground and picked up the wire part. He twirled it a little and frowned. The end had three prongs, rusted, but three pronged none the less.
I wonder… He touched the end and sent a slight charge of energy into it. Something inside of it started to burn and the boy was forced to stop. Some sort of cooking equipment… He opened the lid and frowned a little at the strange checker design. Odd…

Then he could hear footsteps, footsteps not from his allies around him. Luka stood up, and looked at the path in front of him.

“Who’s there?” The voice seemed to wobble with nervousness just a hint as he rounded the corner.

Luka blinked, and moved forward, whether the man realized it or not he gripped the wrench a bit tighter and the communicator stopped. He wasn’t really too keen on being beaten by this man, whoever he was.

“Who are you?”

“Temporal disturbance…” Zane commented from behind, Luka wasn’t quite sure if he had even acknowledge the human-

Luka blinked. Temporal? That implies time, yes time, this wasn’t where they were before (he was sure of it now) and there was no real explanation other than teleportation but they weren’t trying out teleportation when this had happened. So the only other logical explanation was that they had indeed not moved. They were *exactly* where they were before but not at the same time.
Well, at least he hadn’t been wrong. Not exactly correct but he would’ve eventually gotten it- oh the person was still staring at him.

“When is this?” He thought that was an appropriate question.

“When?” The man questioned back, Luka frowned.

Was it not a clear enough question? The boy frowned. “What’s the date?”

“May 31st…” He stated. “2059.”

“Oh thank you.” Luka turned from him after nodding thanks and looked at the group; he didn’t know what to say to that information. So he turned back to the man and held up the thing that had so captured his imagination. "What is this?"

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[Heald]

Name: Zane MacNab (Codename: Claymore)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Looks: Normal: He is roughly 6' 4" and has long, scruffy reddish-brown hair. He often sports unkempt facial hair and currently has a goatee. He is quite muscular and is quite an imposing figure. He wears a tartan headband, a white tanktop and jeans tucked into army boots. He also wears a miltary camouflage jacket and matching hat. He also carries a green army-style backpack that also has a belt around his waist with various compartments on it.
Robotic: Armour plating covers his head, torso and legs. His lower left arm can transform into a multi-purpose grenade launcher/shotgun/projectile launcher and his entire right arm can transform into a variety of demolition tools such as a drill, a wrecking ball, a chainsaw etc. His back can open up to unveil a mortar.
Personality: A loud, rough around the edges, somewhat crazy Scot. He loves the thrill of the fight and his embedded knowledge of demolitions has given him a new love for loud explosions. He is quite dedicated to his role and is a loyal and trustworthy friend, ready to put himself in danger for the good of the team. He is sociable and enjoys a good laugh, as well as a cigar and a whiskey, both of which he carries around at all times. He may sometimes seem unprofessional and dangerous, but his robotic upgrades ensure he knows exactly what is going to happen, even if he doesn't overtly show that to be the case.
Background: Born in Glasgow, he was an aspiring rugby player and when the Teslans came to Scotland, he was taken in by a Resistance evacuation, offering some support to them and even beginning to train as a soldier within the Resistance. However, they were eventually captured in the United States and soon afterwards he was selected by the Teslans to take part in the Biomek project.
Class: Demolitions
Abilities: Vast knowledge of chemicals and chemical reactions and how to make explosives on the fly. His eyes are capable of various degrees of vision, including short-range Heat and Vapour Detection as well as targeting systems and predicted motion/flight paths of objects. He can also detect wall cavities and such and see through walls into their cavaties to an extent, in order to either detect structural weak points or explosives. Every explosive he fires, lays or sets is embedded with a microchip that he can see much like on a HUD, as well as its distance from him and its fuse timing. He can remotely detonate these explosives. He can fire a variety of explosives from his grenade launcher, such as grenades, plastic explosives, mines and incendiary weapons. The rockets he fires can be customized from heat-seeking to laser-targeted to cluster weapon. His shoulders, hands and feet have extra armour in order to break through walls, floors and other structural elements. He can also 'eat' various substances and mix them in his stomach to make new explosives.
Other: Character Theme

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So, they had been one place one minute, and now they were somewhere else. Hell, as far as they could tell, they were some time else. Zane looked around, his eyes adjusting to the light. His comrades were equally confused, having no idea where or when they were. Zane stood up and looked around. This place sure was messy. His eyes were already scouting out structural weaknesses, any kind of explosives or flammables in the area and before he knew it, he was lost in this strange environment, unaware of what was going on around him.

He heard his team-mates talking but ignored it, at least until he turned around and saw a stranger standing in front of his team-mates. He quickly turned on a light built into his arm and raised his left arm, transforming it into a grenade launcher.
"Identify yourself!" Zane yelled. His team mates were quick to move, and the stranger seemed somewhat confused yet frightened by Zane's sudden hostility.
"Zane! Put that away before you blow us all up! He hasn't done any harm!" Detta protested, grabbing Zane's outstretched arm. Luke agreed.
"Seriously, we don't want to start a fight as soon as we get here!"
Zane paused, then sighed and lowered his arm, returning it into a human limb as it returned to his side. He walked over to the stranger.
"Sorry mate, force of habit. It looks like we've somehow gone back through time. Any chance you could clue us in mate?"