The Second Invasion - OOC and Planning Page

It has been 114 years since the first invasion took place, and the recovery from the failure of the mission by humanity seemed so fast. Humanity, in more than the course of a century, managed to explode in population, and each person took their own paths. They had already touched the surface of the planet Mars with their own machines, and on the night of November 21, 2012, the astronomers who had their telescopes pointed at Mars were in for a shock. For on that night, on Mars, something was happening.

Far from any rover, a three-legged machine hobbled towards a large reddish sand dune. It had been outside for a long time, and the strong dust storms on Mars had corroded the metal on its legs. The machine continued to waddle along towards the dune. As it went over the dune, it disappeared into a hole in the top of the dune which suddenly closed behind it. It used its legs as shock absorbers as best as it could without breaking its legs, and landed alongside more machines which looked very similar in structure.

The machine opened up, and an octopus-like creature, with 30 tentacles in all, slowly made its way out of the apparent cockpit of the machine. Its leathery and oily skin looked pale as a result of very old age. It reached forward with its tentacles and grabbed onto the front of a 'seat', and pulled itself in. In front of the creature, a small pool of water rippled as the Martian Elder Chambers were being constantly dragged downwards in order to keep up with the perpetually-decreasing water table. More Martians looked at the arriving Martian with their jet-black serpentine eyes, and then looked to the center of the room.

"Mars," the pale Martian spoke, "is incapable of supporting life. It seems somewhat obvious already, but with the reality approaching that in one half-month, we won't exist- it is honestly frightening." The others raised tentacles in agreement.

"Considering the fact that we have been studying Earth for half of a century, or one Earth century, and we haven't been attempting to rehabilitate our biosphere, we could attempt to invade Earth once more. We've been perfecting ouir machinery now for over half of a century, and we've developed even more agile and powerful weaponry and machinery for war. In the long run, the humans wouldn't even come close to where we would be in a half-century...." Another Martian, the senior elder, declared.

"Our senior elder is correct." A third Martian announced, "He may have been a youth during the time of the first invasion, but he knows enough about the invasion to be a credible source, and is our most credible source at the moment..." The other Martians raised tentacles in agreement once again.

"From what we have researched, the human economy is in shambles at the moment. We have also found that humans have nuclear capability, and have massive stockpiles of nuclear weaponry. If we want to take over Earth, we must retrieve these weapons and displace them where they cannot be accessed." The pale Martian said.

"We haven't enough time to refurbish our corroded Hydrogen Accellerator Cannon, so we'll have to do with what we have." The senior elder boomed. "We must re-awaken the remnants of our people, and half shall invade. The other half will be monitoring the forces. Who is in favor of this plan?" All Martians raised tentacles. "Good. I shall take them out of cryogenic storage now." The senior elder pressed a button lightly with the tip of his tentacle. The 294 remaining Martians left were released from cryogenic vaults, and 147 were immediately escorted to 21 Suspension Pods, divided evenly into 7 per pod.

Revealed from Deimos' shadow, the corroded Hydrogen Accellerator Cannon suddenly let off a jet of greenish hydrogen mist as it blasted, in the direction of the planet Earth, the first of the missiles of the Second War of the Worlds.

Help required! I would like to get this under way!

Rulebook
* No god-modding (God-Mod is allowed to be here. That was in reference to the roleplaying term), power-playing, et cetera.
* Don't be too gory, romantic, or dull when you post.
* Be reasonable and realistic.
* Universal Rules apply.
* Martians are not to be overpowered, but they must remain within the limits of their advanced technology and their 'natural' bodies.
* The previous rule applies to Humans as well, but they aren't as advanced as the Martians.
* Put the word 'Wells' in the Other category. That is the passcode.
* Have fun!


Martian Invasion Machinery
Note that all data shown below is what is now barely known from the first invasion. Some details may not be known, and may have changed in the timespan between the first and second invasions.

1. Landing Pod -- The conventional landing pod. 90 Feet in Diameter, shaped like a large, elongated bullet. Size and velocity of landing pod would normally destroy a large portion, if not all, of the Earth, but this is prevented by mid-atmospheric drag panels which slow down the pod until it is fast enough to make at least a reasonably large crater. Contains all standard equipment and assembly mechanisms for the War Machines, along with the components of these machines. Sometimes comes with additional supply pod if invasion intentions are desperate.

2. Parabolically-Projected Microwave Radiation-Amplifying Weapon / Heat Ray -- The primary weapon of Martian warfare, the Parabolically-Projected Microwave Radiation-Amplifying Weapon, or more commonly dubbed the Heat Ray, works much in the same manner as a Microwave Oven of human invention, except on a much larger and deadlier scale. The Heat Ray generates microwave radiation, resulting in intense heat, in a non-conductive chamber, and the radiation is projected out of a tube which is tapered off by a sort of parabolic mirror made of an unknown material, which spreads the intensely-concentrated microwave radiation over an area of its choosing via a stretching aperture which sits atop the mirror. The radiation causes the water inside of the cells of living organisms to boil, causing the target's cells to die and evaporate, leaving a dried dust pile of the remaining organic matter left behind by the evaporated liquids.

3. Black Smoke -- [REDACTED DUE TO SENSITIVITY AND SECRECY OF RESEARCH DATA]

4. Martian Fighting Machine / Tripod -- The main vanguard of the Martian invading war forces, the Fighting Machines, or Tripods, are the All-Terrain Tanks of the Martian army. Carrying an onboard Heat Ray and Black Smoke Canister Launcher, the Tripods rise to match the height of a 40-floor-high building. The tripods may contain cages for use if Martian Handling Machines are not in the general area of the Tripods. The Tripods are known to be very hard to take down, and are equipped with a small number of deflective magnetic mono-polar fields which are impossible to externally disable. There are two known classes of Tripod- the Scout class, dubbed the TRI1, and the standard Fighting Machine class, dubbed the TRI0. Tripods are often found in groups of 3.

5. Martian Handling Machine --

6. Martian Flying Machine --

7. Red Weed Fertilization Jet --

8. Martian Small Force Walker / Biped --

9. Martian Post-Invasion Ecosystemic Terraformer Mechanism --


Character Application Sheets

Martian
Note: Martians come in groups of 7 per 21 pods. Most pods will be NPCs, played by me as a part of the storyline. Only a few people may become Martians. We don't want an alien overload (not overlord, overload) here, so be considerate of this.

Pod Number: 1-21
Pod Landing Site: Be as specific as you can without going absolutely insane. If you need to, resort to a map.
Pod Equipment: List what machinery can be assembled within...
Names of Martians: Don't make them awfully corny, or awfully complex. Something simple, like 'Jaccrell' or 'Pirrolek'. Martians do not have genders.
Collective Biographies: Write about the lives of each Martian. Not too long, but not too short.
Individual Martian Information: Write about each Martian's skills, their personalities, and physical attributes that set them off from the other Martians.
Other: Anything else.


Human

Name: Write it here, and be realistic.
Age: Be reasonable when you choose your characters' age.
Gender: Male or Female.
Physical Description: Somewhat obvious. Be descriptive, but not overly descriptive.
Personality: Again, this is somewhat obvious.
Hometown: Probably a place which is relatively close to where the pods would be landing.
Biography: Write about your character's life. Not too long, not too short. Don't include too much stuff about his/her daily life.
Pre-Invasion Life: Here is where you'll write about your character's daily life. Talk about his/her family life, occupation, and so on.
Skills/Knowledge: What is your character good at which can come in handy during the War? Write about that here.
Other: Anything else.

Accepted Character Sheets

Martian Sheets

Needles_10

Quote :

Pod Number: 1

Pod Landing Site: Near the shore of the small coastal town of Lewes, Delaware.

Pod Equipment: 3 TRI-0 Machines, 2 TRI-1 Machines. Possibly able to build 1 Martian Handling Machine, and 1 Martian Flying Machine.

Names of Martians: Raketh, Gorleca, Ekiz, Mutekth, Plascem, Wilphure, Naskriss

Collective Biographies: Not much is known about the early lives of the seven Martian passengers of Pod 1. They were born well after the first invasion and its failure, but learned much about it once they had matured enough to learn about it. They got to know each other quite well before being sealed away in cryogenic chambers. When they were released from their cryogenic chambers, they were sorted together into Pod 1. Knowing each other, they were able to navigate toward the Earth with much ease.

Individual Martian Information:

Raketh, even though there aren't any true ranks in the Martian invasion, is essentially the 'commander' of the group. A leader by nature, Raketh is sometimes rather demanding, but usually would listen to the rest of the group. Raketh is very intent on moving forward with the war effort, and strives to be very productive and innovative. Raketh was flung about the landing pod when it reached Earth due to the force of the impact. This resulted in a series of grooves on Raketh's 'head' and some of Raketh's tentacles, and bruises to its dark, leathery body.
Gorleca is the quintessential 'scientist' in the group. Gorleca learned about the human anatomy prior to being frozen, and knows a small bit about human society and the sicknesses which caused the end of the first invasion. Gorleca has relatively pale flesh, and a split tentacle was gained upon impact with the Earth.
Ekiz and Mutekth are the 'battle-planners' in the group. Born as twins, they were well-educated about warfare before being frozen. They are relatively quiet, and they each have very large eyes. They each have a menagerie of scars on their vein-covered, leathery 'heads' when Pod 1 landed.
Plascem is the 'ecologist' in the group. Growing up amongst the Red Weed, Plascem collects samples of both Terran and Martian plants and animal DNA, storing them in cryogenic freezing tanks. Plascem is very fond of 'farming' Martian plants and wildlife, even though it grew awfully scarce over the years after the first invasion. Plascem has a slightly raised 'neck' which merges with the back of Plascem's marble-patterned body, and rather long tentacles.
Wilphure is the 'communicator' in the group. A talkative Martian, Wilphure is often occupied with keeping in touch with the rest of the group, and relaying information to the Martian Elders and the Monitoring Groups back on their homeworld. One of Wilphure's tentacles had to be donated to preserve Martian DNA in the event that the Martian population suddenly plummets. Wilphure has a large 'head' with small light streaks on its skin.
Naskriss is the 'harvester' in the group. Designated to a Martian Handling Machine, Naskriss is a relatively quiet Martian, who learned about how to harvest humans to gain their blood as fertilizer during war education. Naskriss is somewhat larger than the rest of the Martians in the group, and has rather damp and dark skin.

Other: This is the first pod. Herbert George (H.G.) Wells would be proud.

Human Sheets

MataRahi

Quote :

Name: Sergei Alexandrevich

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Sergei stands at 5’9” and weighs 140 lbs. His body possesses a slight hunch of itself, and as Sergei walks he seems to move with an odd bobbing motion, dipping his head forward slightly with every step of his right foot, reminiscent of a somewhat crotchety old parrot.

Sergei’s face, however, would remind one more of a vulture. His deep-set black eyes, though not frightening, have a tendency to deter and unnerve those who would approach their owner unprepared, especially when working in cohesion with the crooked old nose and disdainful, perpetually frowning lips. Sergei’s skin is rough and gray from years of artificial light, and hangs in small, wrinkled folds from his long cheekbones and from the bottom of his aggressive chin. What hair Sergei has retained in his advanced age is of a dark gray coloration, with strands of black or silver scattered throughout the unkempt ring that sits atop his head and hangs down to his shoulders.

The old man’s hands are lean and bony – the fingers of which always seem to be moving, manipulating the tendons that jut prominently from Sergei’s arms with quick jumps. On the whole, Sergei projects not an air of a powerful, cruel old man-hag, nor an aura of helpless fragility, but rather somewhere in between – for this appeared to be a man who had, in the strength of his youth, put too much faith into the sparks of new ideas and had watched many a time over as each flame was extinguished, a man who has given up hope for the future and is satisfied with his current lack of satisfaction for the present.

Sergei wears an unremarkable black shirt with matching trousers. Over the former is commonly draped a lengthy gray duster, and to cover the bald spot on the back of Sergei’s head sits a golf cap of less-than-showy quality. When out and about, a phrase nearing synonymy with “when traversing from his home to the grocer,” Sergei wears long black boots and uses a sturdy oak cane to assist his queer gait.

Personality: Though not a bigot, Sergei is set in his ways and puts an unintentionally great deal of stock in first impressions. If he does not like you, he will not deign to speak with you, and if he hasn’t known you for at least five years then he will probably not like you. This is because, in Sergei’s eyes, every person in existence is a simple variation of the same predictable formula, a formula he has grown quite tired of. However, Sergei is not entirely impervious to either conversation or emotion. He does his most talking when it is necessary in his work, and feels the most moved whenever something interrupts his daily routine.

What acquaintances that are still willing to put up with the old block know better than to get him to talk about anything other than the usual subjects – their lines of work, the youth of today, whatever card game they would happen to be playing at their infrequent get-togethers.

On the whole, Sergei is quiet, intelligent, slightly prejudiced, and conservative of his emotions.

Hometown: Milton, Delaware

Biography: Sergei spent most of his younger years caring for his parents and younger sister, as the family had gotten to such a state that Sergei was forced to work illegally for an acquaintance of his father’s after school had ended each day in return for extra rations. After the deaths of his father, mother, and sister, all three having been claimed in a single year by an outbreak of disease, Sergei finally found some luck when he was bequeathed a job in the same line of work that he’d been assisting in for the last few years, and quickly enlisted as a medical intern with above average experience.

Pre-Invasion Life: Sergei has worked at the local hospital for decades and has assumed a position of head management in recent years, as his attitude towards patients – and people in general – is one of flat disinterest.

Skills/Knowledge: Sergei possesses, above all other valuable fields of knowledge, a wide variety of medical skill both in diagnosing and treating patients. His choice of career has also led him to come across a comprehensive knowledge of the workings of the human body – meaning, when confronted with alien anatomies to vivisect, he would be quick (and even eager) to interpret the distinctive bodily functions of each individual structure.

Other: WELLS FARGO

Reserved just in case. You may now post!

I'll probably join this. Are we allowed to play as Martians?

Yes. But not everyone can be a Martian! Note that they have 16 main tentacles (WOTW Canon), and 14 others evolved through a sort of genetic modification program (RP Canon).

Thread somewhat updated. Don't join yet, though. And I still need help! I need you all to contribute in the formation of the roleplay! SO HELP, PLEASE!

Thread updated! YOU MAY NOW JOIN!

Quick Q, where exactly are the pods landing? So I can set my hometown appropriately. x3

Well, you should have your character live near Lewes, Delaware. That's where the first pod (as I have just written) has landed. The pods will be landing in places all around the world, though.

Gotcha.

Doublepostforsheet. Notify me if things need changing~

Name: Sergei Alexandrevich

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Sergei stands at 5’9” and weighs 140 lbs. His body possesses a slight hunch of itself, and as Sergei walks he seems to move with an odd bobbing motion, dipping his head forward slightly with every step of his right foot, reminiscent of a somewhat crotchety old parrot.

Sergei’s face, however, would remind one more of a vulture. His deep-set black eyes, though not frightening, have a tendency to deter and unnerve those who would approach their owner unprepared, especially when working in cohesion with the crooked old nose and disdainful, perpetually frowning lips. Sergei’s skin is rough and gray from years of artificial light, and hangs in small, wrinkled folds from his long cheekbones and from the bottom of his aggressive chin. What hair Sergei has retained in his advanced age is of a dark gray coloration, with strands of black or silver scattered throughout the unkempt ring that sits atop his head and hangs down to his shoulders.

The old man’s hands are lean and bony – the fingers of which always seem to be moving, manipulating the tendons that jut prominently from Sergei’s arms with quick jumps. On the whole, Sergei projects not an air of a powerful, cruel old man-hag, nor an aura of helpless fragility, but rather somewhere in between – for this appeared to be a man who had, in the strength of his youth, put too much faith into the sparks of new ideas and had watched many a time over as each flame was extinguished, a man who has given up hope for the future and is satisfied with his current lack of satisfaction for the present.

Sergei wears an unremarkable black shirt with matching trousers. Over the former is commonly draped a lengthy gray duster, and to cover the bald spot on the back of Sergei’s head sits a golf cap of less-than-showy quality. When out and about, a phrase nearing synonymy with “when traversing from his home to the grocer,” Sergei wears long black boots and uses a sturdy oak cane to assist his queer gait.

Personality: Though not a bigot, Sergei is set in his ways and puts an unintentionally great deal of stock in first impressions. If he does not like you, he will not deign to speak with you, and if he hasn’t known you for at least five years then he will probably not like you. This is because, in Sergei’s eyes, every person in existence is a simple variation of the same predictable formula, a formula he has grown quite tired of. However, Sergei is not entirely impervious to either conversation or emotion. He does his most talking when it is necessary in his work, and feels the most moved whenever something interrupts his daily routine.

What acquaintances that are still willing to put up with the old block know better than to get him to talk about anything other than the usual subjects – their lines of work, the youth of today, whatever card game they would happen to be playing at their infrequent get-togethers.

On the whole, Sergei is quiet, intelligent, slightly prejudiced, and conservative of his emotions.

Hometown: Milton, Delaware

Biography: Sergei spent most of his younger years caring for his parents and younger sister, as the family had gotten to such a state that Sergei was forced to work illegally for an acquaintance of his father’s after school had ended each day in return for extra rations. After the deaths of his father, mother, and sister, all three having been claimed in a single year by an outbreak of disease, Sergei finally found some luck when he was bequeathed a job in the same line of work that he’d been assisting in for the last few years, and quickly enlisted as a medical intern with above average experience.

Pre-Invasion Life: Sergei has worked at the local hospital for decades and has assumed a position of head management in recent years, as his attitude towards patients – and people in general – is one of flat disinterest.

Skills/Knowledge: Sergei possesses, above all other valuable fields of knowledge, a wide variety of medical skill both in diagnosing and treating patients. His choice of career has also led him to come across a comprehensive knowledge of the workings of the human body – meaning, when confronted with alien anatomies to vivisect, he would be quick (and even eager) to interpret the distinctive bodily functions of each individual structure.

Other: WELLS FARGO

Accepted...

That seemed like a somewhat reluctant acceptance. >w<; Is there anything you don't like?

Nonono. I was jus' a bit tired-ish.

Aww, okay. Feel better now~ o: