“Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief


Nahran is being corrupted. Day by day, the government grows weaker as the citizens protest against the war that is arising. Earlier, in December, the idea of super soldiers was proposed to the government. They willingly took up the offer and soldiers were put in the making.

A year later, the process was completed and a few prototypes were used in the army. The super soldiers were strong and smart, along with being equipped with high-tech state of the ark weapons.

The super soldiers were found to be a success, so the Nahran government brought them into the city, replacing most soldiers and police officers which previously lurked the streets of Nahran, enforcing top-notch security. The soldier's were thought to be trusted and apparently coded for good. They were wrong. They were programmed to have the intelligence of a human, due to this, they are able to make their own decisions.

The super soldiers turned on the citizens of Nahran, going on a killing frenzy. Hundreds have already died and evacuation is a difficult task due to the amount of super soldiers which were placed into the city. Hundreds of citizens have protested against the government, angry at the decision of allowing the bots in the city in the first place.

These super soldiers are known as the Guardians.


The city of Nahran is an enormous town, populated with hundreds of species, all trying to fit in the overcrowded city which is well known for its low prices in herbs and spices.

Nahran is clouded with massive, grey clouds and rain is a common thing.

Nahran - The capital of Tex:

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The supersoldiers are equipped with the latest military weapons and armor. They come in different designs and version, but the most common is located below.

Guardian. V.2

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Current RP'ers

Jason Denoz (Anorak)
Alek Temrite (FallChild)
Mary Cartrage (Demyx)
Officer E. Oke Cornally (Cpt.Nemo)

https://rpglounge.rpg-board.net/t909-guardians

Reserved~

(where do we start??)

Jason shoved his hand into his pockets before sighing through his metal mask and proceeding down the deserted streets. The air seemed to contain a musty smell, mingling with the retching smell of blood. Things had been getting hectic lately - hundreds had been dying and nearly everyone had been evacuated.

The robots had been growing even more relentless, the killing was intensifying and the bodies were simply left in the middle of the streets. They had also been growing more intelligent, growing tactics in fighting and they were able to see longer distances. It was as if someone was upgrading them... or they had been upgrading themself from the the start. Either way, Jason hated the robots and he felt as if staying was the only way he would find out who made these robots and what their purpose was.

There had to be someone behind all this...

"We can't stay here much longer." Aubree said.
"Shh." Alek hushed her, focusing on her designs.
"No, Alek, we need to go. Look." A small, metal arm reached out to direct her head to a window. It appeared to have people coming toward it, a mob, and they were carrying many weapons.
Alek quickly grabbed her bag and shoved the designs she was looking at into it. She picked up Aubree and put her in her pocket and ran into a hidden tunnel. They were never able to stay in places long. People wanted her dead.

(is Aubree like a fairy or something?)

Mary sat huddled in a dark doorway, her tears falling onto the arms that hugged her knees to her chest. There had been so much death for her, so much despair. She couldn't take it any more. So she cried and she cried, and she cried, all the while hoping that someone would see her and feel pity for her enough to at least give her a meal. She hadnt eaten anything for a day and a half.

She looked up from her arms, her tears leaving streams down her face. Her mouth was covered by a bandana to help stifle the smell of blood and musk. Her eyes fell on the people in front of her, the people she could never leave, her parents. And so the tears start again. It was the same process. Cry, stop, look up, see, then cry again. Repeat.

She couldn't get over what was happenening. Neighbors had turned on each other in order to escape. Families had abandoned each other to do the same. There was no love, no peace. Now there was only hatred and war. Even with all of this darkness, there was still a sliver of light. It wasn't much but there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. Always. And Mary was going to try and find it, when she could finally get up from where she sat, frightened by what was in front of her eyes. Darkness.

(Aubree is a little fairy like creature that Alek made. She isn't evil but it was too late for Alek to show her employers. The guardians had already rebelled and Aubree was left unknown to the world. She doesn't have any weapon abilities and it too small to harm people physically. Alek really keeps her around for company and to keep Alek out of trouble.)

E. Oke Cornally, slowly stepped out of his district's helicopter with the helicopter's blades blowing against him, he signalled to the pilot as it flew off. Oke opened his front pocket and saw a notw lieing in it, he pulled it out and carefully analysed it, he sighed and thought to himself Not again. He brought out his binoculars and saw a person with his hands in his pockets.

"Wow, Something must be wrong" He thought to himself surprisingly.

Alek emerged outside and she slipped her mask on, hating the task of polluted air. She pulled her hood over her head and kept her head down. She was just outside of town and there were Guardians everywhere, wanting to keep the people in.
Something tapped her shoulder and she spun on her feet almost tripping over them. "Please return to the city." A Guardian said in a mechanical voice.
Alek never worked on the original design, but she has helped put them together. The plans rose in her mind and she saw all the wires, nuts, and bolts that make this Guardian. In a few quick seconds with a wrench and a small screwdriver, she could deactivate him. But instead of causing a needless ruckus, she went back into the city.
"Those things freak me out." Aubree peaked out of Alek's pocket, whispering.
Aubree is programed to understand and simulate feelings. It was a difficult algorithm to design and create, but she did. That's what made Aubree different from the robots that called themselves Guardians, they cannot understand emotions, not the ones that matter anyway.
Alek noticed a small run down building, this must have been one of the first that the Guardians had raided when they went rouge. Alek went into it, setting down her bag consisting of plans and all the tools and material she could fit in it.

Jason raised his head to the stale air, taking a slight sniff as he caught the scent of rusted metal. He could smell something else... something he couldn't distinguish. He gave a slight shrug before continuing down the destroyed road, surveying the wreckage which had been strewn around him, giving the streets an aura of loneliness and desolation.

He then heard something scrape across the bitumen, gears whirring and pistons pumping as something flashed past his eyes - a laser of sorts - and a wall next to him exploded into dozens of bricks. Jason rolled out of the way as the sky was filled with rubble and the Guardians moved from their hiding place within the shadows. There was a few of them, each extending a metal hand and preparing to fire.

Alek heard a noise from outside and ran to a window. A wall on the building next to her was destroyed by Guardians she supposes. Looking closely out the window revealed that the Guardians were preparing to fire again, this time at a man.
Alek ran to her bag, grabbing a few tools.
"What are you doing?" Aubree asked.
"Stay here." Alek told her before she ran outside.
The Guardian's charge for their lasers were nearly ready to fire. She did not know why this person was being fired at, probably because the stupid robots were crazy half the time. It did not matter right now.
Alek stayed to the shadows, hood pulled close to her head. She approached one of the Guardians, disconnecting the valve necessary for them to fire their lasers. The Guardian turned to her, pulling back to punch. Alek turned and ran away from the man and the others. She thought about trying to get the others, there weren't that many there, but she decided that she could only handle one.
The Guardian chanced her on legs meant to be better and faster than human legs. It was on her quickly but Alek purposefully fell to the ground. The Guardians could never fully stop in one second, it always took them a moment.
The Guardian passed her fallen body before coming to a stop. Alek was already up, pulling out her tools. She reached under the back plate and pulled down three wires. She searched her memory for which wire to cut and did so. The robot shuttered before it reached its arms back, trying to get to Alek.
This was the tricky part, she reached further in, her arm was too large to fit in the small space. But she pushed it up there, scrapping skin from her arm. She found what she was looking for a little box. It was screwed onto the robot, but that didn't matter, she grabbed as many wires as she could and yanked them out.
Alek felt a little spark run through her hand, making it tingle. She pulled her arm out, cradling it against her chest, because some of the skin was pulled back. The Guardian was in worse shape, it sputtered and then fell to the ground, broken.
Alek wanted to bring the robot back to her hideout with her, but she was in no condition to try and move the heavy robot. Instead, she unscrewed the chest plate and took the most vital thing, the chip. She had to cut a few wires, avoiding the ones that will kill you if you cut them, to get it out. But this will stop the other Guardians from repairing this one.
Alek stood, blood dripping from her arm, and she went back to her building, again sticking to the shadows just in case the man was still there or the Guardians.

The man stared at the events which transpired as he moved into the shadows, silently watching in awe. He hadn't seen anyone be so courageous around these metallic monstrosities before. With a silent sigh, Jason looked behind to see an abandoned garage which was filled with darkness. Without hesitation, he rushed into the room and saw a locker (@FallChild I mentioned a locker! ) which he snuck in to instantly.

As a child, he would be extremely claustrophobic and hated this dark, his mind being misled by horrible stories which would be shown on TV and the internet. Things had changed now, he was used to the fear - the fear which had embedded itself into his brain, never leaving but always saying. He was used to it, and he put that to his advantage as he closed the locker door behind him, only hearing his deep breathing in the tight space.

The sound of metal scraping against a wall emanated from outside, making a shiver run through Jason. He peered through a slot in the locker door, peering into the darkness... Nothing... Nothing... Abruptly, two red eyes were looking at him from the other side of the slot, staring. Jason jumped in fright, his nerves pricking and his hands gripping his shirt, tugging on it. The eyes then moved away, inspecting other parts of the garage before moving along, the same mechanical whirring sound following it.

(I wonder where you got the idea to chill in a locker while someone looks for you? It sounds really familiar.)
Alek went to her room and fell on the bed, tired. She wasn't sure if it was the day of running or the loss of blood.
"What happened?" Aubree asked, flying over on her little rockets on her back.
Alek sat up and looked at her arm, now that she could worry about it, she was. Some of the skin was pealed back but still attached and lines of blood had formed on her arm. "I stopped one of the Guardians."
Aubree sighed, grabbing the peroxide and gauze from her bag. "Must you always do this to yourself when you deactivate a Guardian?" Aubree said, sounding much like a mother.
"How else am I suppose to deactivate them?" She went to the sink, holding the peroxide over it. She grit her teeth, knowing the pain that was to run through her as she cleaned out the wound. The liquid fell onto her arm, soaking it. There was a few seconds that it fizzed without any pain then it her and she grimaced. A gasp escaped her and hummed to herself, trying to not think of the pain. Finally after what felt like ten minutes of torcher, but truly thirty seconds, Alek washed it off. She then wrapped the gauze around her arm. The last time she did this, it took her three days to heal completely.
Alek laid back on the bed, arm throbbing. "Thank you Aubree."
Aubree flew over and touched her wrapped arm tenderly. "No problem. If I can help you, I will."
Alek stretched, her muscles tightening, but it felt so good. "I'm going to sleep now." She closed her eyes and slowly drifted away. Before she was gone, she heard, "And I'll keep watch."
It was stark the difference between the Guardians and Aubree. Was the last thought Alek had before falling asleep.

He was still shivering from the brusque moments which had recently transpired. With a slight shudder, Jason pressed against the locker door and it came open with a screech, the sound echoing through the dark space. Who was the girl which had saved him - giving him enough time to save his life from the horrid, metal monsters? He raised a hand to beard which had been growing around his chin and sighed; he had to find the person who had saved him - it was a strange feeling which was churning inside his stomach.

Jason moved out of the garage, taking refuge to the shadows which surrounded him. The funny thing was that he used to hate the darkness, but now it seemed the shadows were his only friend - the only thing he could properly confide in. Times had definitely changed and those times he missed so dearly would never return...

Mary uncurled her stiff body. She had fallen asleep while crying, again. Everything seemed hazy. Nothing was the same. She looked back to the people in front of her, her parents. There was nothing she could do now. Nothing would bring them back. She had been huddled in this little corner of town for too long. She had to get up and walk away. She had to move on.

Mary crawled away from her parents, far too weak from crying to stand and walk, out of the dark doorway and into the light of the street. Her mouth was covered by a bandana so the polluted air wouldn't kill her. She wanted to wake up and this to all just be a terribly vivid dream, but she knew that would never happen.

She tripped over her hands a few times, falling face first into the dusty street. Mary couldn't understand much. She was hungry and dehydrated to the max. Her lips were cracked, her eyes red and puffy. She looked like hell itself had decided to crawl onto earth.

She moaned and fell to the ground. She managed to lay on her back. Mary was exhausted, even though she had only gone a few metres. If the Guardians came, they would kill her for sure. She was too easy a target laying in the street. Her head was spinning and she felt groggy. She shut her eyes, thinking it would only be for a moment and fell unconscious from her exhaustion.

Jason continued through the foggy wastelands, bringing a hand to the visor on his mask as the amount of pollution surrounding him intensified. Food and supplies were growing scarce and his stomach groaned in protest - he hadn't eaten for three days and his last meal had been stale bread which he found at the bottom of a dumpster. Water was near impossible to find, the dryness of the lands had destroyed nearly every source of water, most had taken refuge to the method of drinking their own urine.

Jason moved a finger to a button on his mask and his visor flashed a bright red and a HUD was now visible. His visor would run off sunlight, which was lucky - finding batteries constantly would be a difficult task. The HUD cleared away the fog, night vision kicking in so he could see through the darkness which was closing around him. "I have to stop... Just for a slight break." He said, extending his hand toward the crumbling wall of a house, pressing his other hand against the mask which concealed his whole face. He pushed in a metal button near his neck and the visor popped off, falling in to his hand.

He placed the visor onto the ground before sitting down, sighing. The fog and the pollution hid his face as he gasped for breath, fanning the dust from his face. Jason stuck a hand into his mask and wiped sweat from his brow before hanging his head low and closing his eyes.

"Jason!" The shrill scream emanated from behind the smoke, "Jason, where are you?" The feminine voice grew awfully desperate as the flames parted to reveal a teenage girl trapped under a pile of wreckage.

Jason moved forward, tears blurring his vision as he noticed the arm the girl had been lacking, "Marcia!" He roared as he skidded to a halt and knelt beside her, "Everything is going to be fine, I promise!" He said, trying to talk in a soothing voice, but the nerves which boiled inside made his voice crack.

Marcia extended a limp hand, a grim smile flickering upon her bloody lips, "I lov-" Before she could finish the sentence, a bullet drove itself into her skull and she went completely limp, he mouth wide open and her eyelids fluttering before closing. Jason roared with anger as he took the gun from its holster and took five shots at the garden before re-loading and scrambling to his feet.

"NO!" He roared, shooting at the near impenetrable metal, "NO!" Jason repeated as a flurry of bullets was sent toward him, one catching him in the arm. He stumbled backwards as blood began pouring from the wound and Marcia was fully engulfed in the flames. Jason wanted to go back... he wanted to be the one to die, he didn't want her to suffer because of his selfish choice to come here. Beofre Jason could do anything else, his surroundings swayed and the fire erupted and a bomb in the middle of the room exploded, shooting everything else away with a mild shockwave, followed by a swarm of fire.

Jason's head swiveled upwards, his neck popping as he screamed, the memories engulfing every part of his conscience. That horrible day would never leave his mind... It was always there, tucked away in a special spot which would haunt him for the rest of his life.

The fog surrounding him began to depart and his facial features were now distinguishable. He had burn marks all over his face and one of his eyes was robotic. With a swift movement of the hand, he picked up the visor and placed it back on the mask, the same clicking sound emanating from the movement.

Too scared to close his eyes again, Jason came to his feet slowly and continued down the dark streets, slightly swaying from side to side with exhaustion as Marcia's last words rung through his head.

Oke saw some hustling on the ground, he then heard a robotic toned voice behind him. He raised slowly, he upholstered his gun and turned around swiftly and shot the Guardian in the head and picked its chest. He opened it and saw wires sparking in his face, he saw a small logo inside it. His eyes widened and panted with fear. "No, No". He saw the word "Denoz" embedded into it. Oke ran away and saw a girl with peroxide slime on her hands. He ran over to her and showed her the logo. (@FallChild)

(Cpt. Egg, I don't understand your post. Alek is tucked away in an abandoned house asleep. She also washed the peroxide off her arm. So could you elaborate a little more so I can understand it? Sorry for the inconvenience. )

(oh, sorry, well I ran from the guardian to you with a logo in my hand and showed it to you, (when you wake up) sorry :/)

The fog passed him, creeping toward him as it blurred his vision once again. He hated the way things had turned around here, but he felt as if he had a purpose to stay alive, to keep in the city of Nahran. Ever since Marcie had died, the anger inside him churned even more, his hatred for the robots only intensified and he felt as if his mission was a necessity.

Jason pulled a rusted blade from his pocket as he was enclosed in complete darkness, the hilt of the weapon reassuring his seemingly lonely presence. He then heard the familiar hissing of pistons and scraping of metal, coming closer. A shiver ran up his spine as he looked around, only to see the thick smoke. "Who's there?" He called, Jason's voice slightly cracking as he pointed the knife forward. Without any answer, Jason turned around and began moving backward, looking straight into the space where the noise had came from.

A flicker of light illuminated a small space ahead, showing the chest plate of one of the Guardians. With an abrupt curse, Jason turned around and began running the opposite way the robot stood, keeping an arm ahead to make sure if he ran into anything, his palm would hit the object first. The whirring of pistons grew louder as a whispering sound followed his every move.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, just for a brief second as the pursuer neared, the steps of the robotic monster closing in.

Marcia stood at the end of the long hallway, brandishing the metal pole with limp hands. "Jason, are you sure this is a good idea?" The words came out as the sound of gunshots surrounded their presence.

"Everything is going to be fine." Jason said, rushing forward as the gap between them closed in. He finally reached her and smiled, "Trust-" The pillars of the church all exploded around them as the Guardians rushed into the room, left arms extended - aimed at the opponents which stood in front of them. Jason made a sudden hand gesture as Marcia hid behind a crumble pillar, taking cover whilst Jason took two shots in to the chest of one of the Guardians, the robotic body crumpling to the ground.

Marcia tugged at Jason's shorts, pulling him into cover as a flurry of shots was sent his way. "Please... if this is our last day, just let me tell you something." She said as her cheeks flamed a bright red. Jason blinked, an eyebrow raising, "I love you Jason..."

The intense memory disappeared from his mind as he continued running, a cold, metal hand grasping his shoulder tightly, pulling him back. Must... Stay alive... The thoughts swirled through his head, Must stay alive... For Marcia. Jason kicked the robot in its shin and it stumbled but regained speed as Jason sped off once again.

These things were relentless, Jason knew that from experience. He looked back to see it closing in once again then glanced at the blade he held firmly in his hand. Just if he could... With an awkward movement, Jason stopped running and held the knife out as the Guardian ran straight into the blade, the metal object driving straight through its chest and processor.

Must stay alive... For Marcia...

Jason abandoned the blade and Guardian and began stumbling down the winding road, the fog finally clearing to reveal the faint rays of the sun, giving a sufficient amount of illumination. He looked up at the glowing orb and sighed - Marcia was there now, in a safer place - it was where she belonged. He had to grasp the idea and accept it... not keep all the bad memories of her in his brain which slowly corrupted his consciousness.

Marcia always deserved better and she had received it... She no longer had to live in a world of corruption, deceit and danger - she lived in a place which suited her perfectly. This was why he stayed in this hell hole, because his mission was to avenge Marcia's death and destroy every last of the robotic bugger no matter what it took.

Jason gave a slight nod and smiled beneath the glass visor. His purpose was now clear. He turned on his heels and began walking toward one of the districts which contained a cluster of survivors. He'd be able to get some better equipment here, then continue with this mission of his, along with finding the girl who had saved his life.

Alek stirred from Aubree's voice in her ear, "Wake up, someone is approaching but they are no danger to you."
Alek nodded, yawning as she sat up. Getting only a few hours, if that, of sleep was how she did it now a days, but even back when she still worked for the government, she didn't get much sleep. It was by choice back then because she would always be in her lab, too caught up in the wonders of mechanics to remember to sleep.
The person burst into her room, cheeks red and sweat was running down his face. She squinted her eyes, knowing the face but unable to place it. He shoved something under her nose and Alek's eyes crossed to see it. The logo on it was the Denoz logo, but she was just wondering why this person seemed to have run so far just to show her this.
Alek pushed the man's arm away and looked him in the eye. "Why are you showing me this?"
Aubree had hid herself in Alek's bag, deep within. Alek had told her not to let anyone ever see her, because they would think that she was like the Guardians and try and kill her.

It was a humid night in Nahran, and the rain that is coming down like a deluge doesnt to do a a thing to bring it down. Simika, wearing her usual outfit, isnt fazed by the humidity in the slightest. As she watches the activities of all the Guardians traipsing through the city without a care in the world, she wondered what went wrong.

 "Simika", a male voice called.
 "Reporting", she replied
 "There is a disturbance in sector 39".
 "Acknowledged. Mission parameters"?
 "Elimination".
 "Acknowledged. Heading out".

 Simika started to run towards an ally, where she began jumping from wall to wall to reach for the nearest rooftop. She then proceeded to run faster than humanly possible; jumping from rooftop to rooftop. After about 15 minutes, Simika reached her destination.
 She then observed a group of Guardians as they terrorized the local citizens. She simplied sighed and jumped off the roof near the Guardians.
 "Why don't pick on someone who's itching to fight", she yelled. The Guardians looked at her and paused. That gave her enough time to charge at them while unleashing what appears to be wrist-blades made out of energy.

 Simika lashed out at a Guardian as it tried raise its weapon at her. Her blades sliced the Guardian in half without any effort. The othe Guardians stepped back and started shooting at her.
 Simika approached another Guardian while evading their attacks. Even though she took some damage; she managed to take out another Guardian. The remaining Guardian looked at her and fled. "At least their self-preservation protocols are working", she muttered to herself.
 She then proceeded to run after the remaining Guardian.

Oke saw the girl hide in the bag and peeped into it, he then put the logo in it and quietly said, "They are coming for us, we don't have much time left" (@FluffyBunBun)

Alek jumped up out of bed. "No, just go." She pushed the man back mildly, trying to get him out of the room. She was not comfortable letting him see Aubree and possibly forming opinions about her. She knew Aubree wouldn't move or say anything in that situation. She would act as if she was shut down.
This gave Alek an idea that she would be sure to try on Aubree, but before she could start, Alek had to get this weirdo with a logo and not much time out of her room. "I don't know what you are trying to pull. But if you can't explain yourself without cryptic messages, I want you to leave." Alek stood between the man and her bag, not allowing him to see Aubree.
Having spend most of her time in a lab, Alek didn't have many social skills and from this, when she spoke she was often direct and wished for others to be so to. Though she was short, her frank words made her seem taller than she truly was.

Jason entered the small part of the city which was cleared of the fog and pollution. He was given cursory glances by survivors which peered out windows - welcoming the newcomer in a uncomfortable manner. The houses surrounding him were covered in vines, but weren't crumbling like the rest of the buildings, obviously good care had been taken to his part.

He passed two automated turrets which were guarded by a male and a female before entering a small apartment which was crammed between massive trucks. As Jason entered the shop, a bell rang an a man peered from the shadows, a reddish glow surrounding his eyes. "Welcome." The gruff voice said from behind the counter as the sound of squeaking rubber began to approach the customer.

Jason cleared his throat as he took one step forward, not able to remember the last time he entered a shop. He gave a quick look around the shop, his eyes scanning over guns, cutlery, knives and cans of food which were rusting. His head then swiveled back toward the counter to see and old man which was stooped over, both of his eyes robotic and his arm... looked plastic.

"Looking for something?" The man asked, placing both hands on the desk, his red eyes drilling into the man which had entered his shop. A smile formed on his face - almost devilish - disappearing as quick as it came.

Jason took another step forward, placing both hand behind his back as his eyes drifted to the shelf of canned food, "Nothing particular." He said, his attention returning to the man, "Some weapons and some food, mainly."