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 Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:09 pm
boomstix Suicidesoldier#1 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: )) ((D'oh, thought its all handled when i posted them on the different forums especially the extended training, and this might be a chance for me to think things through anyway maybe change my mind into a footslogger if this goes well for me)) Boomstix (Harry Maddigan) Army-Armored Mechanized force Beach of German Terrorist Base Arrival "oh crap,oh crap,oh crap..." Harry said to himself soon as he ran out of the assault boat, after his eyes adjusted to the light he can see their tanks going up first, firing on the gun emplacements but that wasnt enough to destroy all of them that some of the enemy heavy machine gun start to chew out on some unlucky platoon at the other side of the beach. Harry just stood there to see all the carnage going on around him until he gt jostled by some random soldier that bumped into him from behind. "Geez damn watch it!!" And he fell to the sand, he was about to get back up wwhen he saw sand spewing near him as machine guns fired on his platoon's positions. "AAHHGG dammit this isnt my day!!" ((Haha, well yeah, I think you should be an infantry unit for now, just to get the feel of things. I'm pretty particular about a couple of things and, it takes just a little bit to get used to that. I've added the T-95 Viper]T-95, which is basically a single person tank if you'd like to use that, but in the future, actually after this engagement (if you win it) I'm introducing everything that the enemy uses as our stuff. So yeah! blaugh ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 9:59 pm
iShoot-u-xx (Sgt. Wong)
Sergeant E-5
Marine-marksman (Red team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
Adam heard the planes droning overhead, the steady katakata of a deployable machine gun somewhere nearby, and the crunching of tiny grains of sand crunching against the soles of his boots. This wasn't going to be good for our flyboys... He thought to himself. He was now almost ten feet apart from Pointdexter, approaching on his right, noticing a small, broken down wall about thirty feet ahead of the both of them. It looked capable of taking a few shots, and it was as good a position as any to take down the enemies in front of them. "Pointdexter! Those broken down walls in front of us, we're going to use them for cover, Preacher! Priest! Haul a** and come up here...We're going to draw first blood." He growled into his microphone as he burst out in a speed that was 5/4ths of his max sprint and dived behind the wall, waiting for Pointdexter, Preacher and Priest. "Hopefully Hatter is going to be here soon...We could use some of her skills." He said as adrenaline began coursing through his veins in a more rapid manner.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 10:21 pm
(( i find it to be best to give tanks AMERICAN unit names possibly the M6 Franks or something))
General Jack Archer, Brigadier General Roy Mustang Archer
Air Force - 108th TFS
skies above Main base of operations:
anti air sortie
Jack was sortied out with the rest of an anti air wing to fight for air superiority, He had Wardog squadron Made up of F-14D tomcats equipped with 2 phoenixes along the centerline, 4 AIM-7 Sparrows two on pylons 2 on centerline, and 2 Aim 9 Sidewinder Multi target missiles along with a vastly upgraded software package for the Radar systems of the tomcats. He smiled a bit before calling out on a secure radio channel, " Ok folks, heres the plan, our first order of =objective, is to take out ALL and i mean ALL aircraft moving to attack our troops, Wardog's Tomcats take point, buzz their phoenixes ready to launch at hostile targets, AND EVERY SHOT COUNTS. Garuda's eagles will take second Slammers hot so we can toss a little more their way, and then Razgriz will follow close in, with F-15 eagles and part F-14D tomcats to provide mixed support, with the tomcats following me, and the eagles following Garuda. Are we clear folks? now MOVE!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:35 am
Inficio Constupro
Army- Suicide's Squads
Beach of German Terrorist Base
ArrivalInficio shook his head. After all the rambling and the screaming and the worrying that a large amount of recruits had done at the possible incursion of a dozen airplanes flooding their position, Inficio still had an ace in the hole. It wasn't really complicated, or extremely intelligent, or extremely amazing in regards to normal combat procedure- it was actually a standard thing to do in these sorts of engagements. Why the rest of his team had failed to remember this, he was unsure. Despite all of the ramblings and the problems that could occur, and that did occur, including a member dropping from the squad in the idea of a 'Suicide Mission' the event that was about to occur couldn't have been simpler. Inficio chuckled, and then uttered his order. "Haha... Dump the canisters." Immediately after the order had been given, Cutler pressed a small button, this button connecting two wires that allowed a current to travel through the wires, interlacing the sixteen M120 120mm mortars attached to the outside of the Stryker, the electrical charge powerful enough to explode the ignition power, thiscausing the chain reaction of the powdered ignition source lighting the much harder to explode nitrocellulose propellant, and launching the sixteen 120mm Smoke Grenades down the barrel.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:23 pm
#461B7E The ground units in front of the incoming Marines smiled wryly underneath their red and black tinted face masks. Finally, after the long waiting time and hell they had been through, they were about to face an opponent that was at least equal to their fighting skill- maybe even more so. To die under such a battle was something they had lived for, and each unit hoped that the marine in front of them would be the one to take their lives. Not that they would make it easy for them- oh no, to die valiantly in battle was only useful if you fought with your greatest strength and disregarded what you could receive at the end of the battle. Besides, it was a sort of twisted fun they gathered from combat.
Witnessing the large streaks and the loud screaming of the M120 smoke bombs hurdling through the air, the Esrchrecken could only smile. Also noticing the Marines in front of them, the units already kneeling, peered through their scopes, and unleashed a plethora of 6.8mm x 43mm from their Mk. 21's. The percussion caps inside the casing of the rounds were detonated by the gas powered hammer inside the the base of the gun, the gas of course causing the hammer to move back and forward and strike the caps, igniting the primary ignition source inside the rounds, nitrocellulose mixed with nitroglycerin and paraffin wax, this exploding inside the cartridge, that exploding inside the chamber, and then propelling the round down the barrel with a slow twist, while opening up the side of the chamber and propelling the spent cartridge to their right, the magazine attempting to force another round via a spring into the chamber.
The planes of course, were already in the air. The last jets having taken off from the field, with the aircraft circling around the runway waiting for their previous jets, arose from the air in a triangle pattern, the eight F-35’s in the lead with their standard armament, and then the B-52 bombers parallel to each other in direct unison behind the 350 foot gaps between the planes in front. The B-4’s of course, were the silent predators in the sky. Although visible to the naked eye and to radar, for a ground unit below, they were soundless and with their grey particularly shaped underbodies, at their altitudes, practically invisible. These B-4’s lagging behind, and some 10,000 feet above their compadres, hurdled through the sky, attempting to be out of view from any unit, and to drop their load over the ground units below.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:48 pm
iShoot-u-xX [Snipermanz...Your are a genius when it comes to mixing war and religion, I hope to develop such an altar ego when I join the marines...Seriously, its reminding me of Private Jackson from Saving Private Ryan, and I don't know too many people who are like that, so mad props] (Haha, thanks. whee Although people have been blending religion and war together for thousands of years; not exactly my idea. The idea just came to me as I was writing one day. xd ) Snipermanz
Marine- Designated Marksmen
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival Noting the wind speed, relevant approximate temperature, and even the Coriolis effect, the Preacher and his comrad could only meet this circumstance with one possible alternative- they had to WAG it. Bring their rifles adjacent to their shoulders, and pressing them tightly against their torso while applying pressure to the foregrip, they both peered through their scopes atop their SR-25 and M14 rifles, respectively. Allowing a 2.34125 inch distance for their parallax compensation, their cross hairs had been previously aligned and readied for this mission. Aware of the quite hissing of the smoke grenades and of the position of the enemy, their comrads, the events about to take place, both of them could do nothing else but join in quick prayer. “The action is an act of mercy; a forsaken life cannot be left in anguish, and perils and grievances must be removed before the spirit can come to rest. The final act of Damnation has been received by your end. The only proper way to dispose of you is with a gentle removal of you from this world. See you on the other side. Amen.”The stoic nature of their rigid, standing bodies came to sudden pass, as the unbreakable resolve of the team had finally been drawn into combat. Grabbing random, flailing infantry targets, both marines, in unison, pulled their triggers.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:21 pm
dark light yagami22
Army-Squad Assault
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Kuro quietly sat in the stryker as Sergeant Inficio ordered the canisters to be dumped. He checks his Mk.48 one last time to make sure everything was operational as he gripped it tightly in his hands. Soon they would be out there on the battle field fighting the enemy, he takes a deep breath and waits for the orders to move out.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 4:00 pm
Lance Asgurd
Army - Rifleman
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
lance sighed, pulled out his Colt M1911, pulled the loading mechanism back on his pistol, loading a round into the chamber and switched on the safety, than replacing the hand gun back in its spot. he than turned and unstrapped his gun and set the butt of the rifle on his knee and sighed again "well... we should be making contact soon right?" he said after he turned to face Inficio.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:54 pm
Inficio Constupro
Army- Suicide's Squads
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
The white phosphorous containers burst, unleashing lots of fuming, blazing hot, bright and glowing phosphorous pieces all over the sky and field, these pieces igniting and burning solely on themselves, and partially the oxygen in the air, dumping out mountains of visible, and choking white smoke all over the battle field. A few canisters burst in the air, sending several fragments of the smoking material throughout the sky, blotting parts of the sun, and definitely most of the field of view in front of them. Funny how a single vehicle could instantaneously blot out an area in smoke, and keep aircraft and enemy units from noticing their position. The Mortars empty, there was nothing else to do but exit the vehicle. "Alright units, time to move out! Avoid the little flaming things on the ground." A large hatch slipped off the door, and a giant metal door propelled to the ground, reinforced by gravity but controlled by mechanical energy, and hit the ground with a solid thud. The door left a slight ringing sound as it hit, and had quite possibly landed on some of the phosphorous. The first units at the door, Monte, Stanton, and Parker, began their descent down the door that was now transformed into a ramp, and Inficio followed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 7:58 pm
Lance Asgard
Army- Suicide's Squads
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Lance jumped from his seat and trailed behind Inficio till he was out the door. lance immediately shouldered his weapon finger off the trigger and left hand on the forward rail. "sir i cant see a thing " he said and walked backward dodging pieces of white phosphorous to get beside Inficio "so which direction are they in" Lance said watching all his angles to the left of the Striker
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 7:09 am
Boomstix (Harry Maddigan)
Army-Armored Mechanized force
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Harry wasn't having a good time, none at all, it feels like forever as he hugs the sand beneath him as machinegun fire stich a bloody path across the beach where He and his platoon are, instantly killling half of his companions.
But only a few seconds have passed when all that happened and themachine ginner fired on another spot, harry took this chance as he furiously get to a sand dune to get cover and out of the gunner's sights, sneaking a peek behind him he can see more men die and then beside him only a few are lying, hiding or firing back at the dune he's hiding but also dies as some are foolish enough to poke their heads out.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 1:18 pm
dark light yagami22
Army-Squad Assault
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Kuro rises from his seat and followed Lance and sergeant Inficio out the door, with his Mk.48 slunged over his shoulder. He continued to follow behind Lance an sergeant Infcio, avoiding pieces of white phosphorus on the ground.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:56 pm
iShoot-u-xx (Sgt. Wong)
Sergeant E-5
Marine-marksman (Red team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
Adam peered over the edge of the wall slightly, so that only his eyes were visible. "Ohhhh boy.." He muttered to himself. They were in a pickle, he saw enemies in front of them. He pulled his rifle up and put the barrel so that it was using the wall as a support and flicked off the safety. He put his face on the butt stock, peering down the scope. "Pick your targets boys.." He said loudly enough so that his squad could hear.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 9:08 pm
boomstix Boomstix (Harry Maddigan) Army-Armored Mechanized force Beach of German Terrorist Base Arrival Harry wasn't having a good time, none at all, it feels like forever as he hugs the sand beneath him as machinegun fire stich a bloody path across the beach where He and his platoon are, instantly killling half of his companions. But only a few seconds have passed when all that happened and themachine ginner fired on another spot, harry took this chance as he furiously get to a sand dune to get cover and out of the gunner's sights, sneaking a peek behind him he can see more men die and then beside him only a few are lying, hiding or firing back at the dune he's hiding but also dies as some are foolish enough to poke their heads out. ((Godmod. First of all, your are controlling the enemy and assuming that they have a machine gun, and controlling the fact that they are shooting it at you. Secondly, you are adding the fact that there is a company behind you- there isn't. As a matter of fact, you haven't even landed on the Island yet. Even if there was a group of companions, you couldn't roleplay them dieing, that's not up to you unless your the commander of them. Fourthley, the invisible machine gunner you've invented or 'found', despite that doing so you have godmodded, you've controlled, and I control the enemy; meaning that you've essentially created, armed, and controlled my character. Fifthly, you've invented a dune, and people who are sitting on it. Sixthly, you've speedhacked by doing too much in one turn, and essentially killed more people- all of which you neither have authorization or control of. There is a differance between observing things and making things up. You have made things up, and for this reason, your post will be disregarded. Please post yourself arriving on the beach from a lander- you can assume that it landed, in this case. Please read the AMP and then post again. ))
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