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... in Hell in a metal box!; A military, episode baised, WWIII RP
Topic Started: October 8 2008, 11:02 PM (214 Views)
Colton C	October 8 2008, 11:02 PM Post #1
Chairman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 67 Group: Member Member #49 Joined: October 8, 2008	The world is old, it is slipping slowly into death. Some say the earth even shrikes in pain as men fight on it's surface for the few remaining resources. In the year 2067 an accident created a war. With oil reaching $50 a gallon, nuclear power took over. Nuclear power became the leading energy source. In northern china, there was an accident, a miscalculation in there new fusion reactor created an explosion that wiped out everything in a 100 mile radius. The Chinese government, believing it was an American attack, fired nukes directly at there allies in Europe. Even though these never reached the land because of a anti-missile system, it started the war. Imitate action was taken when US drop ships sprang fourth and began there assault on the Chinese state. It is 20 years later. The war is still happening, with neither side advancing. The line is drawn in central Germany, where everything east is owned by the Collective Communist Command, and everything to the west is owned by the United Democratic Alliance. The UDA is launching a new bold attack against the line by trying to take there old Japanese allies back, securing a foothold in Asia. 2nd LT Colton Caramihalis sits in the back of one of the many drop ships heading for Japan. He looks down at his rifle, thinking to himself how am I supposed to lead these men, I am just out of the academy, this is too real. He has brown hair and blue eyes, that are gloaming in a sadness not seen in many. Suddenly he realities his situation and stands up. He musters up all of the courage he can to try to sound confident. He shouts to the crew: "I want to hit the ground hard and quiet, I don't want those communist bastards to know what hit them!" ******************************************************************************************************************************************** This is a standard military RP, anyone is welcome to join in a session between episodes, yet if it is mid, please wait for the next. Once the ship lands, which I will clarify, it begins. I ask players to stay serious and stay within the enlisted ranks. Try to keep characters realistic, the most of you only finished basic. Chances are you are proficient with a few (meaning 2 or 3) guns, knife combat, and air assault. If you want anything more than post it in the OoC thread. Lets kill those communist bastards! Edited by Colton C**, October 10 2008, 09:05 PM.



RockmanG	October 9 2008, 12:47 PM Post #2
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 17 Group: Member Member #51 Joined: October 9, 2008	"you heard the LT, greenhorns!" Seargent Greensburg shouted to the assembled troops. "Get your asses in gear!" Greensburg was a stocky man of medium build, and a well decorated veteran of many campaigns. However, he also had a number of insubordination offenses. As such, he'd been promoted all they way to 1st lieutenant, busted down to Private, promoted to Master Seargent, demoted to grunt level, and finally back to seargent. Though his history was colorful, he was one of the best soldiers in the UDA, and was known for accomplishing whatever objectie he was assigned, though not always the way that his superiors wanted. Greensburg eyed the troops with a piercing glare, then turned to the LT. "What's our plan of attack, sir?"2nd lieutenant Caramihalis was one of the few people he'd ever served under that he referred to with the honorary "sir." Others, he'd never addressed them that way because he found them icompetent. As such, his current rank.



Colton C	October 9 2008, 03:43 PM Post #3
Chairman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 67 Group: Member Member #49 Joined: October 8, 2008	The nervous Lt stood up with a false confidence. He had to be confident. He had to be strong. He remembered what happened in November of his last year of the academy. It was a November day, cadet captain Caramihalis was coaching some of the new cadets. When two of them started trying to show off to the other cadets by playing "poke the bare." When Caramihalis ignored this, Major Stanfield came over. He was a teacher at the academy that most students ignored. He came over to the two cadets, and had both of them do 100 push ups. Afterward he moved toward Caramihalis. He said "These are your men, you are responsible for them. Here disrespect might be easy to ignore, yet on the field if your men don't respect you, you will get them all killed... Continue." Then he walked away, leaving Caramihalis with a seance of embarrassment worst than if he had had to do push ups in front of his men. He then stood up realizing that "They will respect your confidence" as he was told by his teachers at the academy. He then cleared his throat, which was inaudible over the roar of the engines. "When we are 12 KM out a satellite will launch 20 kinetic strikes into Tokyo. There is no way that these will reach the surface, yet they will keep the AAs busy while we land. We will jump out at high speed, hit the ground and role. Imminently we will head toward the central computer, located in the center of Tokyo. The drop sight is 10 KM out, we need to move there through the streets, break into the facility, and disable the computer." Edited by Colton C, October 10 2008, 08:24 PM.



jcarle049	October 10 2008, 07:35 AM Post #4
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 11 Group: Member Member #53 Joined: October 9, 2008	Private Joshua Carle was looking out the window trying to forget where he was and thinking about who he was. He was an orphan; his father ran away before he was born and his mother died during his birth. He grew up on the streets, having to steal, cheat, and lie to make it through life. He lived in the shadows, and no cop could prove that he did his crimes, let alone find him. Then one day he was with a friend who had just murdered someone. The cops drove up and found Josh, who happened to be holding the firearm that his friend had used in the murder. Unfortunately, Josh was closer to the cops and was caught where his friend got away. Josh's lawyer was able to prove that he didn't commit the murder, but he did get Josh committed of possession of a stolen weapon, possession of a weapon not registered to him, and resisting arrest. He had two choices; he could either spend 25 years doing hard labor in the mines, or join the army. He chose to join the army. He was immediately sent to boot camp, where he was given basic training. At the end of basic training he was given a choice; grunt, heavy gunner, engineer, scout, or sniper. He didn't want to be in the front of the line, ruling out grunt and heavy gunner. He never went to school which ruled out engineer. That left scout and sniper. He decided to chose both to put his "talents" to good use. That's when he ended up... "You heard the LT, greenhorns! Get your asses in gear!" ... in Hell in a metal box! He stood up, checked the .45 SMG to make sure that there was a clip in it and a round loaded. Like always, there was. The he grabbed the .50 caliber sniper rifle leaning against the wall nearby. That was also loaded and ready, like always. He swung the sniper onto his back and yelled "Ready, sir! Awaiting orders."



Nick	October 11 2008, 02:54 PM Post #5
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 25 Group: Member Member #52 Joined: October 9, 2008	"I want to hit the ground hard and quiet, I don't want those communist bastards to know what hit them!" He didn't move, his fellow soldiers suffled around, debating whether or not they really need to get up. "You heard the LT, greenhorns! Get your asses in gear!" Private Nick Moore slowly stood up. The soldiers around him got up quickly and efficently, falling into order quickly and silently. He spat, wimps. He crunched his cigar into a nearby ashtray. Whathisname, Josh something, really annoyed him. How he got up so quickly, making sure his gun had ammo for the thousandth time. He was tempted to scream, its not going to dissapear you moron! But he refrained. The Lieutenent, now there was a prime example of cowardice. Just a lump of spineless, quivering flesh. He could no less command his troops than an ant could tell the sun to rise. Nick Moore was signifigantly older than the other soldiers. He had been in the army for years. He had the longest list of credentials of any private. That was not a compliment. No matter his skills at all kinds of combat, he remained a private. Every time he was promoted, he was became demoted after a single battle. Nick could not, for the life of him, understand tactics. Even flanking was beyond him. "Run and gun" described his style fairly well. After many failed promotions, the powers that be relegated him to a life of rot as a private. Well, at least he got to kill some commies. He grabbed his assult rifle and stood with the rest of the soldiers, half listening to the mumbo jumbo trumbling from the Lieteneant's lips. Whatever, whatever, run, shoot, repeat, I get it. Finally, he seemed to be done talking. Good, time for some action. Edited by Nick, October 12 2008, 11:29 AM.



Wally Barrecks	October 12 2008, 11:03 AM Post #6
Jack of Many Trades Posts: 15 Group: Member Member #45 Joined: October 6, 2008	Corporal Bruyere was not always the model soldier. In the end of the day, he did what he felt was right. This was clear by the fact that he was barely armored, had longer hair than regulation, and the flask in his pocket. It only made sense that he acted in this manner, after all, he was French. In France, quite a few rules were okay to be broken, and the acts were dismissed as "they must have had a good reason." Luckily for this Frenchmen, he was a medical specialist, and several of his rule breakings was excused. Bruyere had a slightly toned figure, standing about six feet, give or take two inches. His brown hair reaches down to just above his eyebrows, and is cut proportional in the back and sides. Stubble and short hairs cover his face. Both eyes are a mixture of green and brown, possibly hazel. The medic's clothing is a military issue uniform, it's color being some darker shade of gray, with a red cross on his shoulder and right breast. Over his chest, he wears a black tactical vest, containing various survival items. On his back is a small military backpack, containing medical supplies and necessary medical equipment. Finally, around his waist is a belt with a gun holster, a PAMAS G1 pistol inside it. The specialist pulled out a PDA sized device, a list of all squad mates appeared on screen, each with different monitors next to there names. He pushed himself off of his seat, and scanned the group. "Testing medical equipment, everyone strike their chest as hard as you can sil vous plait." Edited by Wally Barrecks, October 12 2008, 11:07 AM.



Colton C	October 12 2008, 07:57 PM Post #7
Chairman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 67 Group: Member Member #49 Joined: October 8, 2008	The dropship's com turns on with a crackle. "We are 12 kilos out from the island. ETA 6 minuets." "Missile launch and call sign check." The LT speaks back into the speaker. "Reading you 'Poseidon'. Missiles have been launched. 'Thunderbird out'." Three minuets of silence. The LT grabs his M57-SAR from beside him, Checks his sidearm, counts his ammo. Three minuets of silence. The LT slams on a button near the back of the dropship. Show confidence, they need that now. Slowly, the back gate opens. "Time to fly men!.. HooRah!" With that the LT jumps from the back of the ship, into the urban unknown. Episode 1: Baptism by Fire Edited by Colton C, October 13 2008, 09:56 AM.



RockmanG	October 14 2008, 08:36 AM Post #8
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 17 Group: Member Member #51 Joined: October 9, 2008	"GO GO GO, it's time for action! Let's show the Commies the main attraction!" Greensburg chuckled at his rhyme, then turned dead serious. He stood near the back of the troop bay, watching to make sure every soldier jumped. He dislike the lack of confidence they showed, but he believed that a good fight would forcibly give them their "sea legs." And those who couldn't adjust...well, he did not look forward to writing the letters home to their families. War was not a game. Those who couldn't adapt werwe killed. That's the truth of it. Greensburg eyed one of the soldiers near the end of the line. An ID tag read him as a private Moore. Greensburg had never liked Moore, for a number of reasons. First, his lack of tactics on the battlefield. Second, the tinly veiled contempt that he showed whenever addressing his CO. Third, and most telling, his seeming lack of concern for the lives of those serving with him on the field of battle. True, he did have his merits, like being nigh-unstoppable once the fighting started, but still... Greensburg shook his head. There'd be time for musing later...once he'd personally dropkicked the last Commie of the remains of Tokyo Tower. The image made him smirk, but once again, it lasted for less than a second. He donned his helmet, a contraption of titanium alloy, an aluminum hood, and a layer of electronics in the middle, linked up to a visor which covered three quarters of his face. There was also a button that caused a mouthguard to slide into place, creating a full face shield, but he rarely used it. One of the advantages about the helmet was it linked up with the medic's equipment, which provided him with a realtime display of his squad's bio-signs. He scanned them, noting nothing out of the ordinary, and switched to the combat display. He checked his gear, making sure it was all in place, and noted the line was almost gone. He stood behind one of the remaining soldiers, a private Carle, awaiting his turn to jump. Japan loomed below them, and he could see the twisted hulk of Tokyo Tower in the distance, which was serving as a missile defense system coordinator for the Commies. With that out of the way, they might end this war within months...but what were the odds of that?



jcarle049	October 15 2008, 04:27 PM Post #9
Boardman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 11 Group: Member Member #53 Joined: October 9, 2008	Josh was standing behind a group soldiers waiting for his turn to jump. While he was waiting, he glanced towards a window and saw his reflection. He was of average hiehgt, 5' 6". He wasn't a muscular man, but he was strong. He wasn't skinny per say, but he wasn't overweight, leading to his agility and ability to survive on the streets. Someone who would blend in with the crowd, but able to disappear in a flash. He noticed tht it was almost his turn. He checked to make sure nobody was watching. He especially made sure that Moore, Bruyere, and Greensburg weren't watching. He didn't trust an of them. Of course, he didn't trust the LT either, but he had to listen to him. When he was sure that nobody was looking, he took the army issue knife out of the sheath on his belt and tucked it into the sheath hidden by his shirt sleeve that was there for his knife when he was on the streets. Then he double checked to make sure that his gear was ready. It was, of course. It was his turn to jump out, so he did. Edited by jcarle049, October 16 2008, 03:18 PM.



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