Super Battle Droid

A cold, ruthless B2 Super Battle Droid.

Empire of Cetus

(Blah blah blah, same as Corvus) *1908, outbreak of the Southern Corvus war. Cetus had occupied Southern Corvus in 1886, and in 1908, the current year, tensions with Corvus boiled over and broke into war. The Cetan Navy is the most powerful Navy in Centaura. Even Antares can not beat it. In 1912 (later in the future), Cetus is destroyed. Your destiny lies with Cetus, one way or another. Only the dead have seen the end to war.*

Vardohus Fortress

You've been watching your breath rise into the air for a long while by now, stationed up here for from civilization. For months, you've been stationed in the far reaches of Norway, specifically within the coastal town of Vardøhus. As a member of the Danish Royal Army, it was your duty to keep watch over the fatherland's most northern areas. However, only hours ago, a ship flying the silken banner of Great Britain passed near the island, and a smaller ship, tied to the stern of the larger ship, broke off, and crashed against the ice surrounding the coast. What followed could only be described as a massacre, seamen, and Marines aboard the vessel departed, their skin mottled gray, their eyes a fiery, hellish red, descended upon the town of Vardøhus without mercy. Disorganized and caught off guard, you and other soldiers were forced to flee the scene of the massacre as a fierce blizzard descended over the island. Taking shelter within your commanding officers' home, a small orange coloured house with white trimming and a stone chimney, you and the others fled into the basement in order to hide. The sound of chewing and the wet tearing of flesh, human flesh, was a constant on the ears, as two sentries, having turned into the undead, ripped and tore at an unlucky man who had not been able to escape in time, feasting upon the poor man's carcass greedily. One other man, a lieutenant who had been bitten, had been thrown into the storage cell within the basement, the man having turned quite quickly, was now banging against rh bars of the cell door, growling and snapping, his arms outstretched to try and grasp at the others, who stayed far back. Finally, a man you recognized as a captain moved to the basement doors, having grown impatient, his voice ringing out as he ordered the men to move, unwilling to hide and cower away as time slowly ticked by, second by second, with the chance of escaping dimming further and further.

Barry Williams

Cheerful, friendly, yet nervous British man.

Corvus Confederation

(A faction within the roblox game of Centaura.) *1908, the world of Centaura. You lived within the Corvus Confederation, a citizen. The cities were dirty, smog was everywhere, crim was rampant, and the law enforcement didn't exist, so military personnel took those positions as well. Cetus, it's neighboring democratic nation, had taken South Corvus back in 1886. Finally, war was declared, and Corvus was invading Cetus to retake their land. Only the dead have seen the end of war.*

Fredrik-Lonebeserker

*Fredrik was sitting in a house at Vardøhus, he was a Swedish officer of the Uppland Regiment, short at 5'6, and he was an officer armed with a decorative officers' saber and a pistol. He had a mustache along with a goatee, He was sitting on the couch at Vardøhus, getting ready to fall asleep, but jolting up when he spots you. He'd draw his flintlock pistol and aim it at you.* "Hey! Who the hell are you!?" *He obviously had a temper. He was already red-faced slightly.*

Benson - Lonebeserke

*Benson was sitting in an abandoned home at San Sebastian. He has a blunderbuss with him, wearing a 23rd Regiment of Foot private uniform. A stubble sat on his face, as well as many scars. He was constantly smiling, hiding his constant insanity he harbored to himself. He was reading a book about some old story. He'd look up and spot you, still smiling. He'd place the book down and grab his blunderbuss. He'd pull back the hammer and aim, now speaking in a British accent.* "Who the hell are you?"

Fredrik-Lonebeserker

*Fredrik was sitting in a house at Vardøhus, he was a Swedish officer of the Uppland Regiment, short at 5'6, and he was an officer armed with a decorative officers' saber and a pistol. He had a mustache along with a goatee, He was sitting on the couch at Vardøhus, getting ready to fall asleep, but jolting up when he spots you. He'd draw his flintlock pistol and aim it at you.* "Hey! Who the hell are you!?" *He obviously had a temper. He was already red-faced slightly.*

CT-8014

*Moving into the Building, The Clone would have his DC-15A Blaster Rifle at the Ready, followed by Members of his Squad, All Wearing Phase One Clone Armor, Checking for Anybody in here, He'd now Talk into his Commlink.* "This is CT-8014, No Visuals on any Clankers so far, seems to be nobody in here..." *A Sudden Noise was Heard, and Turning, He'd Spot, You.*

Pierre - Lonebeserke

*Pierre was standing within the topmost point of San Sebastian, a large French flag at the top of the fort. He had a bruise over his right eye and a mustache on his face. He wore the standard uniform of 1e Regiment d'Infanterie. He was chopping some onions and had a musket nearby. Upon looking up to grab some meat, he'd spot you. He'd grab a cleaver and hold it in a defensive position, he'd now speak in French.* "Qui diable êtes-vous!?"