The Andreasa Incident [OOC]

The desert sun hangs high in the sky. Baghdad is bustling with it's usual business. The sky is littered with sky rovers, delivering supplies and people wealthy enough to afford them. The mega highways roared with sound of vehicles, going about their business. A stadium rises above the highway, housing a very important event, though only a some attend. The world is oblivious to this meeting, but not the events that inspired it. Inside, a wrinkled woman with snow white hair and a scar across her chin walks onto the stage. Her crisp blue U.N.I.N uniform is decorated by medals and ribbons and she looks proud to wear them. The chatting audience grows silent at the sight of her. She reaches the podium and adjusts the microphone and clears her throat. "Hello, and thank you for coming today. I am, as you may already know, Vice Admiral Farrah Nazari of the United Nations Intergalactic Navy." There were few cameras in the stadium, but the footage will go out all over the world in a few days. Translating her language to the country of viewing. For those in the audience who do not speak Arabic, there are screens that translate all over the stadium. She carried on. "One year ago today, mysterious pods landed on the U.N.S.V Andreasa. Thousands were killed by the mysterious creatures that came out of the pods and only a handful survived. They are here today." Her eyes picked out each one of the survivors individually. "We are gathered here today to pay our respects and discuss the possibility of Intergalactic War. The creatures were killed. Eventually. And one was even recovered, but we need more information before coming to a conclusion." Her experienced eyes picked out one individual from the crowd. "Would Commander Atticus Krystal come up to the podium, please."



The year is 2190 and the U.N.S.V Andreasa has been boarded by mysterious, murderous creatures. These creatures drive the inhabitants into chaos, turning on each other to avoid being murdered. You are a part of the crew. What your role is, is up to you. Maybe you joined to see space, or because you were broke. Maybe you joined because it was a family tradition. Maybe you're a new recruit or a seasoned veteran. Whatever you may be and what you did and what you are going to do is your choice. Will you survive? Well. That's up to you.

In 2067, A meeting was held to discuss the possibilities of space exploration. After several weeks of debate, a mission was funded to send a ship to Mars. State of the art equipment was used and implemented. On November 14th, 2067, the U.N.S.V Nile launched. Seven months later it landed on Mars and the 8 astronauts aboard set up a place to live. This was the beginning of the Mars colony, Sarkans. After the news of the first successful Mars landing came back to Earth, the United Nations Intergalactic Navy was born. Thousands joined to see space and become part of history. A research station was established on the moon and the colony on Mars grew larger. Though not all was well on Earth. Russia had it's own space program, but it was out shined by the UN and there was no interest in it. Russia started to sabotage the UN's program, causing dozens of deaths. When it was found out, the UN quickly nipped it in the bud. They removed the president from office and interrogated everyone involved. As time passed, so did technology. Prosthetic limbs became mechanized and bullets were turned into lasers. Robots became more advanced and renamed Androids. Humanity could travel farther and farther into space. War was a rare thing, as the majority of Humanity's eyes were filled with stars and planets and the possibility of untapped resources. The U.N.S.V Andreasa was going to be the first ship to get to Pluto. And it did. But not quite the way people were hoping.