A force has entered into existence. They are the Crassians. They physically resemble the perfect human. They are tall, athletic, and possess strength, intelligence, and ambition the rival Kryptonians. The Crassians are among the greatest tacticians and personal combatants the universe has ever known. With superior fighting skills, technology, and intelligence, nothing can stand in their way.
Slowly and surely, they have been making their way through the galaxies and has been enslaving them one by one. Having an unstoppable army, they enter a planet, enslaves it, then takes its inhabitants away from their homes. In a way, they are like raiders. They come to a place, take what they can, and never come back. Then the inhabitants are rounded up and sold into intergalactic slavery. Collars are put on them which disable the abilities of characters. Through it all, this race has put its slaves on palnets in the middle of a continent - far away from the sea. The only ports where ships can enter the planet are located by the sea. The only way to escape is to find your way to the sea, board a space craft, and then escape to your home planet. The Shi'ar, the Skrull, Ninjeta, and many other planets have all been conquered and enslaved.
In addition to being extremely brutal, this race of aliens represents and sophisticated "upper class". They rise above all others and engage in activities which only satisfy their own entertainment. One such instance is the use of gladiatorial games. Certain slaves are taken to places where they are trained to be gladiators. In the arena, the collars are sometimes deactivated and slaves are made to fight each other to the death to appease the mob. Being truly vile, there is nothing that the Crassians won't do.
Now, Earth has been conquered.......
This will involve a 3-step storyline for the participants.
- Capture (How they became enslaved).
- Transition (Their life as a slave; any progresssion to becoming a servant, gladiator, etc.)
- Revolution (Rebellion, Organization, and Escape / Death)
- Standard RPG rules apply.
- The Crassians will be NPC.
- Have fun.
- OOC: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/rpg/9/final-unity-ooc/24914/
One a clear moonlit night, Demetrius Arkelis was walking along the coast of an island in the Bahamas. Walking next to him was the heroine known as Mantoid. Hand-in-hand, the two were walking rather blissfully along the beach. Everything seemed perfect. For so long, The Spartan had known nothing but war and bloodshed. Now, he was finally at peace. The way she smiled at him, the way the moonlight touched her hair - everything was so right, so perfect.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash in the distance. At that moment, several large ships appeared in the atmosphere. Immediately, several objects flew out of the ships. The Spartan held Mantoid close as he wondered what was going on. His eyes could distinguish that each of the flying objects were actually humanoids of some sort. With a tremondous tremor, ten of the life forms landed in a circle around the couple. Each of them resembled a human in prime physical condition - truly remarkable. The largest one held up a scanner of some sort and scanned them both. His red cape flapped in the wind as he armor shone in the moonlight. On his side, he had a sword and what appeared to be a set of collars. Demetrius' instincts were telling him of the danger that was present. Just then, the alien looked up at the nine others and said in a deep voice, "Take them....."
The alien troops then converged on the couple's position. Their speed was incredible. The Spartan quickly realized that they were indeed intergallactic slave traders. Before, he knew what was going on, several of the troops siezed him. Their strength was incredible. It was as if he was fighting against gods. At the moment, it appeared as if Master of War would be subdued by the fierce grappling displayed by the aliens. That's when he saw it - four of the aliens were making their way towards Mantoid. With a loud roar, Demetrius cried out, "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!".
With his adrenaline pushed to the edge, the mighty Greek threw his adversaries off of himself. One drew a blade and swing it towards Demetrius' chest. He arched his back, caught the alien's arm, then wrenched it to the ground. As another came flying towards him, The Spartan extended his leg in a powerful kick which sent the alien slamming to the ground. As a third jumped onto Demetrius' back, the Greek reached back, grabbed the being by the jaw, then threw him foward and slammed him onto the ground. Just then, a bolt of electricity shot into The Spartan's powerful body. Thinking nothing of it, he continued to tear his way through the intruders. Then, a much stronger bolt was fired into his body. This time, the force made him slightly weakened.
At that moment, the leader of the aliens moved with amazing speed and delivered a spin kick to The Spartan's jaw that snet the Master of War spinning to the ground. As Demetrius' healing was beginning to kick in, something metal was clamped onto his neck. Then, instead of healing, The Spartan slowly faded into the darkness. Now, his freedom was gone. He had no idea what had happened to Mantoid. Now, there was only darkness......