The Three Galaxies are vast. I have a ship and supplies, just need a crew. Looks like you're looking for something to do.
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Veteran Star Elf Captain Mordson, a long-time spacefarer, felt he'd seen it all. However, his map collection revealed vast uncharted territories. Boredom sparked a new desire for exploration. He's now gathering gear and needs a crew. Mordson believes in you. Do you believe in yourself?
The Vampire Kingdoms are on the ropes, thanks to the arrival of a mage with some powerful items. Unfortunately, the artifacts were stolen from Asgard. Asgardians have come to reclaim the artifacts.
A transport for hire with a science team has gone down in a contested zone of ruins. Become on of the members of Revenant Element, and race against the clock and the environment to extract everyone.
Description:
Revenant 1, we are thirty seconds out from DZ 1. Your heart thunders against the back of your skull, drowning out the thrusters of the Skylifter APC as it lumbers your team into position. Rounds are chambered, E-Clips send priming charges through capacitors, bringing pulse rifles to humming life. All Revenant Elements, 15 seconds to DZ. Years of training, cybernetic enhancement, and a series of questionable life choices have brought you to this moment, final checks of straps and armor are all you can do to calm the roar of nerves. Seals pop, sending a wave of pressure and scorching daylight across the interior of the duct-tape and spit-glued APCs troop compartment, as the hatch drops over blast scarred buildings, now overgrown with vegetation. The hull of the hovering APC shudders as a barrage of railgun fire from unseen forces amongst the reclaimed rubble below. Revenant Drop!
A transport for hire with a science team has gone down in a contested zone of ruins. Become on of the members of Revenant Element, and race against the clock and the environment to extract everyone.
Description:
Revenant 1, we are thirty seconds out from DZ 1. Your heart thunders against the back of your skull, drowning out the thrusters of the Skylifter APC as it lumbers your team into position. Rounds are chambered, E-Clips send priming charges through capacitors, bringing pulse rifles to humming life. All Revenant Elements, 15 seconds to DZ. Years of training, cybernetic enhancement, and a series of questionable life choices have brought you to this moment, final checks of straps and armor are all you can do to calm the roar of nerves. Seals pop, sending a wave of pressure and scorching daylight across the interior of the duct-tape and spit-glued APCs troop compartment, as the hatch drops over blast scarred buildings, now overgrown with vegetation. The hull of the hovering APC shudders as a barrage of railgun fire from unseen forces amongst the reclaimed rubble below. Revenant Drop!
Step into the life of an explorer driven to uncover the secrets of the world. Adventurers need places to rest when they travel. Why is your usual resting spot appear to be abandoned?
Step into the life of an explorer driven to uncover the secrets of the world. Adventurers need places to rest when they travel. Why is your usual resting spot appear to be abandoned?
You’re part of a merc group that’s currently hired by a black market dealer whom you’ve worked with before. Today he has a score that would put him to the top and is willing to take you all with him
You’re part of a merc group that’s currently hired by a black market dealer whom you’ve worked with before. Today he has a score that would put him to the top and is willing to take you all with him