Stranded [ Open ]

[NemesisPon3]

"What happened?"

System reboot initiated.

Power: 105%

Weapon status: Right cannon in need of repairs, Left cannon operating. targeting systems offline.

Flight capabilities: Error! Wings Severely damaged. Unable to fly until wings are repaired.

Leg servos operational

Armour sustained minor damage critical systems undamaged.

Nemesis Opened his visor, his singular eye looked left and right before getting up. "Where am I?" he asked himself as he looked out to find himself on an island....All he could see was water. He marked his position in the sand and walked along the beach.

10 minutes later he had arrived back. The island was large somewhat a few tree's dot the small land, and even a dark cave which must lead to something.

Nemesis sat back down on the beach line...he had no idea how he got here....and that he might be the only one here too...

( OOC: This RP has some minecraft elements to it which should be revealed later on )

[Whitefeather]

[colour=#d3d3d3]//WhiteFeather[/colour][colour=#FFA07A] looked around as she had her hooves chained up and a rag around her mouth as she lied in darkness, inside a hollow tree somewhere in a dark cave. She slowly awoke, squirming against the chains and starting to panic as she screamed for help.~ "[/colour][colour=#d3d3d3]S-Someone help. . . ?![/colour][colour=#FFA07A]" //She remembered someone tying her up and leaving her there so she couldn't be with her coltfriend. A sudden pang sadness hit her, her brother had betrayed her. She shook with heavy sobs and cried out knowing no one would hear her.~[/colour]

[NemesisPon3]

Nemesis Turned has he heard something in the tree's nearby. "What the?" he said to himself as he made his way to the patch of trees.

Scanning system online but target locator damaged. "Dang it" he thought to himself as it meant he could find targets but couldn't pinpoint there location...or tell if they are friend or foe.

"Hello??" he asked in the center of these few tree's "Is someone there???"

[QueenofHearts]

"No sign of hostiles. Tracing distress beacon." MAndaline said from behind her dark blue Spartan IV MJOLNIR armor. She activated the air filters on her EOD helmet, and looked around. The Spartan heard a voice call out, and she said "United Nations Space Command! Be you friend or foe?!"

[Huscarl]

Saxon was tied upside down from a tree, all four of his hooves were tied by a vine what enabled him to dangle lifelessly, and upside-down from the tree.

his Blonde mane has a slight sparkle to it, as the helpless colt remained seemingly unconscious, with no movement being attempted at all.

[Whitefeather]

[colour=#d3d3d3]//WhiteFeather[/colour][colour=#FFA07A] sighed, getting tired out by her own tears she curled up best she could but hearing some voices she called out for help.~[/colour]

[NemesisPon3]

Nemesis managed to figure out which tree the voice was coming from and opened it up "What the buck!" he said out loud as he looked at the chained up "Hold on. I'll get you out of there" he took a quick glace at the chain links and activated his pinpoint cutting tool which emerged from his right side. "steady...try not to move too much"

After five minutes the chains were cut and the mare was free. "Now then" he said to the mare "who are you? and why were you chained up inside the tree?" He looked around the the area and noticed another pony...hanging upside down "Oh great" he said to himself.

[Whitefeather]

[colour=#d3d3d3]//WhiteFeather[/colour][colour=#FFA07A] hugged the unknown colt, saying thank you a million times before she finally calmed down enough to talk.~ "[/colour][colour=#d3d3d3]I...I don't w-wanna talk about it.....[/colour][colour=#FFA07A]"[/colour]

[QueenofHearts]

Mandaline walked into the trees, looking around. She held her Spartan Laser ready, watching closely for any hostile movement.

"Oi! If you are friendly, please show yourself!" She called out once more.

[TheBritishBrony]

"Rodger Miranda. Moving in on your position." Spartan 077 said through his operator helmet as he trudged through the undergrowth. The heat played hell with his sensors, so he held his Grenade Launcher out in front of him, expecting to be attacked at any second. The blur of dark and cyan blue armour moved swiftly through the jungle, wanting to find the distress beacon and be done with it.

[QueenofHearts]

"Well, nice to know that I'm not the only one here!" Mandaline said to 077 through her radio.

[TheBritishBrony]

"Same here on this end. And please, call me Logan." 077 Replied through the radio, stopping to to look down at the ground. Tracks. And they looked fresh too. Getting back up, Logan slung his Grenade Launcher, sliding out his large bowie knife from it's sheath on his shoulder. "Do you really think you need that sir?" A metallic British sounding voice sounded in Logan's head. "Never know what could be out there London." The stallion chuckled at his. A.I companion. "Now be useful and try to get the sensors working please?" He finished, putting his bland, emotionless voice that only years of military leadership could forge back on.

[QueenofHearts]

"You know very well that is against protocol. We're not even in the same squad..." Mandaline said, her sentence trailing off as she spotted a crashed Banshee.