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 Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 11:10 pm
X- Myrmidon -X
NAVY- Aircraft Carrier
Waters of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Admiral Kravchuk smirked quietly as he peered over the vast islands and looked deeply into the hills, spotting the Gernan base. Kravchuk had been given strict orders to remove this military base for the safety of all of Manoka, several hostages, and for new information, and being the lead Submarine Commander, he felt a strong obligation to do so. These ships were his ships; he owned them, he was their captain. Everyone on board controlled how the ship moved, how they swayed, what weapons flew out, but ultimately he had to make the large decisions. The entire assault force relied on him to deliver them to the assault points and to drop off all kinds of marines and remove the major targets. He could not fail them; failing to do his duties meant failure for the entire team. He had to do his job, and get it done as efficiently and timely as possible. With him, were three SSN-21 SeaWolf Submarines, each armed to the teeth. With them, were 50 AGM-84 Harpoon missiles, and eight Mk. 48 Torpedoes in their respective torpedo tubes. Pressing a small button, which opened the last COM channel that would pass through their existence for the next sixteen hours, Kravchuk now began his speech. "Well guys, we're here. We're finally here. Kind of exciting isn't it? Now I know what your thinking; aren't we a little outnumbered? Well to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if we're outnumbered by five or six or even eight times. Do you think it matters? Do you think it will change the tide? None of that matters, only one question does; do you feel lucky, punk? Huh? Do you? Huh? Regardless, the time is now, Give them hell guys!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 11:12 pm
Lance Asguard Lance Asgurd Army - Rifleman Beach of German Terrorist Base Arrival [do we have to use a specific gun for this engagement?] Lance heard the tapping from the inside of the striker and the shout from the hatch above. He than ran to the back of the Striker but paused to listen to the broadcast over the radio into his headpiece.once the broadcast was over he un-latched the door, swung it open and jumped in ,closing the door behind him . Once in he stood at attention "The vicinity looks clear sir and might i say nice speach" He said loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the engine of the Striker. ((Yes, you do have to designate your weapon, specifically, so we can understand it's strengths and weaknesses. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 11:25 pm
X- Myrmidon -X X- Myrmidon -X
NAVY- Aircraft Carrier
Waters of Scyllica island
Arrival
Admiral Kravchuk smirked quietly as he peered over the vast islands and looked deeply into the hills, spotting the Gernan base. Kravchuk had been given strict orders to remove this military base for the safety of all of Manoka, several hostages, and for new information, and being the lead Submarine Commander, he felt a strong obligation to do so. These ships were his ships; he owned them, he was their captain. Everyone on board controlled how the ship moved, how they swayed, what weapons flew out, but ultimately he had to make the large decisions. The entire assault force relied on him to deliver them to the assault points and to drop off all kinds of marines and remove the major targets. He could not fail them; failing to do his duties meant failure for the entire team. He had to do his job, and get it done as efficiently and timely as possible. With him, were three SSN-21 SeaWolf Submarines, each armed to the teeth. With them, were 50 AGM-84 Harpoon missiles, and eight Mk. 48 Torpedoes in their respective torpedo tubes. Pressing a small button, which opened the last COM channel that would pass through their existence for the next sixteen hours, Kravchuk now began his speech. "Well guys, we're here. We're finally here. Kind of exciting isn't it? Now I know what your thinking; aren't we a little outnumbered? Well to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if we're outnumbered by five or six or even eight times. Do you think it matters? Do you think it will change the tide? None of that matters, only one question does; do you feel lucky, punk? Huh? Do you? Huh? Regardless, the time is now, Give them hell guys!" (Waters of German Terrorist Base or Waters of German Terrorist island. Not Waters of Scyllica island)
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 11:47 pm
iShoot-u-xx (Sgt. Wong)
Marine-marksman (Red team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
"Green means go.." He said to himself. As he was awaiting orders, he pulled the charging lever back, and pushed it back forward with his palm. With his thumb he flipped the safety selector switch to off. He turned on his communicator again. "We're in the suck now..I don't plan on having any casualties on this run so stay quiet...Unless somebody else says go loud." He chuckled. "And remember, if somebody is shooting, shoot in the same direction..Good luck, God speed, and all that other good (censored) Just remember the Esprit De Corps...Oorah!" He yelled into his microphone the motivational word that ran through every marine's mind like protocol. To real marines, it made them a unit. To real marines, it made them a family that was willing to die for one another.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 2:01 am
Boomstix (Harry Maddigan)
Army-Armored Mechanized force
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Sitting in his command seat with his crew in his crate the 'Big Bad b*****d'. Harry's hand is shaking upon waiting for the landing craft they are carried on to arrive at the beach.
The sound of cannon fire, explosions doesn't help him either. one thing he hates is putting his life in the hands of these navy men, no control over his fate...a dreadful fact he cant get used to accepting.
Suddenly he Heard the radio crackle in his ear piece telling all tanks in his battalion they're gonna hit the beach in 30 seconds. "you heard the Sea Monkey, tighten your straps and hatches and I want HiEx Shell on my gun." Harry ordered his crew and did just that, seconds later they felt a rude lurching and stopping as the hull hits sand and its door drop open, flooding in sunlight but it didnt bother them since their tank's electronic scope filters them and only shows targets and data gather from their footsloggers.
"Steady as she goes Nails find cover, bullseye, aim for the fortifications" both acknowledged and the other tanks behind him start to fire on enemy pillboxes and any threat to their armor.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 2:22 am
[wow the tanks have it hard and well the army have a Striker full of troops just sitting there lol]
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 8:19 am
Name: Kevin Pointdexter (IXI B L A C K IXI)
Rank: LCpl(Lance Corporal) E-3
Role: Marksman
Team: Fireteam Group 2
Company: Bravo"Bad Company"
Arrival
Beach of German Terrorist Base
~Pointdexter heard the motivational Message from his Higher Ranking Officer, or rather in this case, his Commander. He took a few easy inhales, as he exhaled himself into action, starting to slowly stroll along the beach. He took the time to look at those who made it, also commencing with the Start of the Mission. And without wasting anytime, Pointdexter slowly stepped within a coastal beach shore, off to the far right. He began to load in his 7.61mm X 51 Rounds into the Butt Stock of his SR-25, and then immediately cocked it once it was fully loaded. He paused for a moment, being aware of his surroundings, consisting of nothing but sand intersecting with the short grass up ahead. He shrugged his shoulders, as his Helmet sent him the coordinates of the Base, and where he stood from it. Before making the first move, he used the blue tooth function, and communicated to Sergeant Wong.
"Sergeant, The Base is about 5miles from here, Should I wait or Should I go?" He said asking just in case, knowing that other Units were heading in. Just from the distance, within his ATN 10X65Z Scope, he could get a visual picture of the German Base also preparing. Keeping his eye 1.73456inches away preventing the Parallax effect, he moved his SR-25 several mil dots to the left, and a few mil dots upwards. With the 5 X 20(100 yards) distance given, he noticed the German Terrorists and their current planning.~
~They were bringing the Hostages inside, and also were bringing out the "Big Guns". He kept the butt stock of the SR 25 on his shoulder, and kept it straight with his left hand, with his right hand nearly almost touching the trigger. He waited for Sergeant Wong To Reply, knowing that they still had a long run to go, he knew he could eventually aim for a shot.~
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:06 am
boomstix Boomstix (Harry Maddigan) Army-Armored Mechanized force Beach of German Terrorist Base Arrival Sitting in his command seat with his crew in his crate the 'Big Bad b*****d'. Harry's hand is shaking upon waiting for the landing craft they are carried on to arrive at the beach. The sound of cannon fire, explosions doesn't help him either. one thing he hates is putting his life in the hands of these navy men, no control over his fate...a dreadful fact he cant get used to accepting. Suddenly he Heard the radio crackle in his ear piece telling all tanks in his battalion they're gonna hit the beach in 30 seconds. "you heard the Sea Monkey, tighten your straps and hatches and I want HiEx Shell on my gun." Harry ordered his crew and did just that, seconds later they felt a rude lurching and stopping as the hull hits sand and its door drop open, flooding in sunlight but it didnt bother them since their tank's electronic scope filters them and only shows targets and data gather from their footsloggers. "Steady as she goes Nails find cover, bullseye, aim for the fortifications" both acknowledged and the other tanks behind him start to fire on enemy pillboxes and any threat to their armor. ((Because you aren't officially a tank commander yet, I don't think you have the basics down. Because of this, I'm going to have to edit your posts accordingly throughout the battleground if you want to stay as one. The lander part was alright, and it's cool I suppose that you landed that way. Secondly, you have not designated that you have a T-90, or really any tank at all, I just assume that you do; and you have not designated it's armor and it's armament. Thirdly- you have no NPC's, you have to be a private first class before you start getting NPC's, and being a corporal usually lends to people having up to four NPC's. Even so, you have to distinguish who your NPC's are, what they do, and how they respond to everything; It's good to give them names, almost required, actually. Fourthly, just as a general side note, telling people "Go do this!" doesn't mean that they've actually done anything, you have to roleplay them doing things. So as you see, there are many flaws that need to be dealt with; I suggest you go as infantry for this engagement, and becuase I usually promote people at the end of engagements, you'll be able to have your own crew soon. 3nod: ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:26 am
((So, are we going on foot or in a vehicle?))
Snipermanz
Marine- Designated Marksmen
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
The Preacher chuckled at the event swirling on around him. Four Marksmen, possibly five, waiting for the all clear to gun down countless infantry to allow themselves to complete an objective, and have a little bit of fun. They were trained to take down individual targets, and to work against groups much larger than their own. The Marines in general were designed to engage multiple squads on 1 v 1 basis, seeing as everyone was a marksmen, and that one bullet was designed to kill one person, rather than wasting precious ammo in automatic fire to simply destroy single targets. Everything about them was engaging more than one person; already expected, before battle, to have a body count higher than they were. These of course, were intended to be much higher.
Besides, who could stop them? One Marksmen with an SR-25 or M110 or M40 could take out dozens of troops from a stationary position during the course of an event- a dozen marksmen, advancing upon other units positions, well, they could take out a gargantuan amount of targets. What was there to lose? Their lives? If the Preacher was worried about this, he would have quit the military a long time ago.
Glancing over at his used to be spotter/sniper partner, the Preacher was given the strongest motivation he could receive, seeing his partner staring straight forward, awaiting acknowledgment of the green light, calm, cool, and relaxed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:45 am
Arthas Menethil
Marines- Commanding Officer
Manoka Command Center (MCC)
Guided Manokan Troops
That's right, Arthas Menethil was a commanding officer of the marines- ooh, big deal. In reality, it wasn't really that big of a deal. He did a job just like everyone else did- actually, he did a worse job, becuase unlike the Military's leader, Inficio, Arthas didn't participate in regular military combat. Yes, he knew that he should, and that the boys risking their lives were more important in deciding what happened on the battlefield, but he was content in this. Someone had to be there to tell the units where to go, what to do, what's open, and to send them information wirelessly over the radio and through their com channels to distinguish what events that should partake in. Regardless of this, Arthas had to give orders to people, to make them understand the events, to make sure his boys knew what they were doing and he got them home.
He was unfortunately, a CO, and not a CEO. Because of this, he did not fight, and could not fight. He would do everything in his power to allow his Marines to achieve their objective, however.
Shortly after the Narrator's Monologue, a green light flickered on his screen, acknowledging the 'ready to go' signal. Hopefully, his units had received the same signal on their end, to distinguish the starting signal.
"Alright Marines... MOVE OUT! Advance towards your first infantry unit, coordinates 0112, 0356- it's to your left roughly 200 yards and in front of you roughly 800 yards- that means they know your here. Get within roughly 400 yards of them if you can, and then open fire- you know what to do."
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Lich Arthas Menethil Crew
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:53 am
Inficio Constupro
Army- Suicide's Squads
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Inficio saw the greenlight. Despite his previous inclinations to get the 'maggot' aboard his vehicle, he had no other alternative but to hope he was clinging to the outside getting ready to climb inside the vehicle. Given the all clear, and having all his units inside his Stryker, Inficio was sure that all things were ready to go; save for that extra grunt "Alright, soldiers, move out! Jay and Cutler, get these engines started!" The vehicles sprang to life, sputtering and coughing out large amounts of carbon musk and day old dust through their exhaust areas, and having a large 'revving' sound occur near their engines. The familiar clicking sounds and dinging sounds, signaling that the red and purple lights above had turned on and the vehicle was ready, began. The vehicles break let go and, lurching slightly forward, the vehicle was now ready for departure. Jay and Cutler pressed down on the small vehicle ignition point, and pressed down on the gas pedal.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:08 am
iShoot-u-xx (Sgt. Wong)
Marine-marksman (Red team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
"Await further orders." He said into his communicator. Just as he finished the sentence, the green light on his helmet flashed three times indicating go. "Never mind, belay that order, start rushing in, spread out, don't give their marksmen easy targets." He said in a nervous tone. "We'll be right behind you Pointdexter." He said as he started running towards the red arrow in his HUD indicating the location of his blue-team marksmen. They weren't going to split up until later...He said into the small microphone in his helmet. "Preacher, Priest, I want you guys to find some cover behind us, and give the rest of the troops some suppressing fire, Pointdexter, we're going to do the same thing...But, we're going to get farther in front....We're going to slowly worm up as they retreat..And they WILL retreat." He growled. "We're going to make it so...Good luck Bad Company." He said as he turned off the mic, continuing to run in the grainy sand. The sound of his boots crunching against the sand seemed to be comforting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:49 am
Suicidesoldier#1 Inficio Constupro
Army- Suicide's Squads
Beach of German Terrorist Base
ArrivalInficio saw the greenlight. Despite his previous inclinations to get the 'maggot' aboard his vehicle, he had no other alternative but to hope he was clinging to the outside getting ready to climb inside the vehicle. Given the all clear, and having all his units inside his Stryker, Inficio was sure that all things were ready to go; save for that extra grunt "Alright, soldiers, move out! Jay and Cutler, get these engines started!" The vehicles sprang to life, sputtering and coughing out large amounts of carbon musk and day old dust through their exhaust areas, and having a large 'revving' sound occur near their engines. The familiar clicking sounds and dinging sounds, signaling that the red and purple lights above had turned on and the vehicle was readiy, began. The vehicles break let go and, lurching slightly forward, the vehicle was now ready for departure. Jay and Cutler pressed down on the small vehicle ignition point, and pressed down on the gas pedal. [im in the striker, see the last post page 1]
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 12:10 pm
Name: Kevin Pointdexter (IXI B L A C K IXI)
Rank: LCpl(Lance Corporal) E-3
Role: Marksman
Team: Fireteam Group 2
Company: Bravo"Bad Company"
Arrival
Beach of German Terrorist Base
~Pointdexter received the Coordinates, as well as the Command from his Commanding Officer, while they went on the move. Pointdexter held his SR-25 in his hands, as he started to sprint forward, incoming from the right and coming infront. Knowing that the German Terrorists know that they were there, he came straight ahead as he was told by Sergeant Wong. Also being Supported by Preacher and his Spotter, The Priest, Pointdexter along with Sergeant Wong were to first to head in. He eased up within the Blitzsoldat suit, feeling the boots crushing against the sand, and also with the movement of his other Armored Parts. Although he felt it unnecessary traveling on Foot, he knew there was no exceptions as he increased speed. Proceeding his way over to the far left, still gaining over to 200yards, he then shifted back forward. He felt the need to start immediately, as he breathed easily yet with a challenging of his stamina, going on ahead to the 800 yards.~
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 1:10 pm
dark light yagami22
Army-Squad Assault
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Kuro heard the stryker begin moving. He straps his Mk.48 to his back and clings to the outside of the vehicle. He then manages to climbs inside the vehicle before it began to pick up speed.
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