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 Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 4:02 pm
((Buildings such as this use NPCs since it's no one's particular job to run buildings such as the armory, so we just use NPCs if we need to talk to someone in here about getting something. Just RP the side of the Quarter Master who handles weapons and supplies here, request a flamethrower for your research and be off with it, doesn't have to be anything extremely fancy, unless of course, you want it to be. The Quarter Master is usually played as a stingy b*****d who's always suspicious and always reluctant to hand out even a single stimpack, let alone a high weapon for something like research, just in case you wish to play along with his character to make it slightly more interesting. But yeah, you basically have to pick it up yourself, sign off on the weapon since you're unable to wield it at your rank, just by RPing that you checked out the weapon, writing it down and that it's for research reasons. That's about all, I meant to keep this as a pretty short post, that usually doesn't work out too well for me. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:45 pm
((Sorry for interupting your dialouge you had going there))
2 month's before Jordan's deployement to current RP battle-Jordan began to wonder if he'd ever be deployed...it'd be nigh a month since he finished training..also he hadn't made any friends emo
He figured he mine as well be prepared then stiff with bored. He walked over to the armoury despising the fact he'd have to walk up to that grump ole' quartermaster and ask him face-face for a $1200.00 scope just so he can be overprepared. Anyway so it's a Ak-47 not a freakin' sniper rifle..thats probabaly what he'll say thought jordan. But he'd would darn right need if he ever got pinned down by sniper or mg fire.
He walked in, but decided to just go over to the spare parts section, and pick up a heavy tin can worth of cleaning agents and random tools for his Ak before picking up a dusty low-range scope deciding it'd be good funt o try and repair; then he swiftly left with gear in tow. "Oii....who's that!?? Agghh...." the old man groaned as Jordan laughed to himself and ran to his barracks.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 10:34 am
Mark entered the armory walking by the Quarter Master who shot him a look. Mark walked over to one of the work benches, Mark placed his SAW on the table removing the ammo belt and setting it to the side and checking the chamber to make sure it was clear. Hefting the rifle up and heading to the safety cage Mark closed the door behind him, pointed the barrel of the rifle at a small hole filled with sand, "DISCHARGING WEAPON!" he shouted so everyone could hear. Pulling the trigger as he looked away, there was a satisfying click as the hammer hit nothing.
Walking back to the workbench Mark set the weapon down, disassembling it and grabbing disassembeled parts and inspecting each one. Grabbing a check list before the inspection he went down the list checking off items needing replacing, "New recoil spring, trigger housing group, barrel cleaner... man i need to make sure all my weapons get better treatment" he said walking over to the Quarter Masters Cage. "Hey Quarter Master i would like to check out a weapons cleaning kit" he said politely.
The quarter Master was "reading" a Cats Paw magazine and seemed to be ignoring him, Mark sighed and asked once more "Hey Quarter Master I would like to check out a cleaning kit for my weapon" he said more firmly. The Quarter Master merely turned the magazine to reveal the centerfold. Mark was becoming frustrated, Banging a fist against the cage Mark spoke once more, "Hey get off your lazy a** for two minutes and get me a cleaning kit, or i'll get orders for you to be reassigned to some desolate outpost where you don't get to sit around!" he said with a little more hostility in his force.
The man let out a heavy sigh and tossed his magazine to the side, "Shut your mouth you snot nosed punk! I'll hand out equipment when i see fit and your weapon looks fine to me" he said getting out of his chair and walking down the counter and bending over. Standing back up he had a small box in his hands, "I'll give you this kit anyways if it will get you to shut the hell up and leave me in peace!" he said passing the box through a slot in the cage. Mark grabbed the box and left the man, however when the QM wasn't looking Mark had snatched the Cats Paw Magazine and hid it inside his environmental armor.
Walking back to the bench Mark grabbed items from one of the many drawers lining the walls. Tossing the unusable parts into the recycle bin Mark started cleaning his weapon, emptying the gas chamber, calebrating the rifle, cleaning and then reassembling it.
After an hour or two of working Mark had made the weapon look like new, the bipod had been swapped out, new recoil springs, trigger housing and such. Picking up the rifle he cradled it in his arms as if it where a small child. Grabbing the ammo container Mark strode over to the Shooting range.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:43 pm
Brutus entered the armory to suit up for Lypse's mission. Luckily, the brotherhood had kept all his stuff in a locker as he left it. The only eception was the special suit that he had found in the vats facility. He never stopped to take a good look at it, which he did now as it stood assembled in a capsule like in the facility. The armor looked very similar to combat armor humans wore, but the back had a built-in backpack that housed the cloaking and radio device. It was made out of defense polymers and all that other technical hoo-haa that rivaled power armor, and it covered his entire body. Boots, Gloves, shoulder pads, breast piece, leggings and all. The only thing it didnt have was a helmet, but that didnt bug Brutus. He got the chest piece on, followed by the leggings which snapped into place. The boots slid on easily and then compressed to fit his foot size. The gloves fit well and the whole thing seemed to be like a second skin. The same voice as before spoke from the suit:
User online, activating self contained atmosphere... complete. Initializing systems check... complete, all systems go.
Brutus suddenly felt the weight of the suit as it fit to his body. He tryed walking around a little to get used to it. It was clunky and he had a hard time rotating his torso, but it did make him feel much safer. The armor was a black tinted and had purple stripes on the shoulders. Once he was ready, he looked at the various weapons to choose from. This was the tough part...
After a few moments he took a vindicator minigun with three exta rolls of ammo, his old chainsword which he fastened around his waist,and an old find from the assault on Karl's camp. This weapon was a little diffrent than most. Brutus knew little about it, but managed to study it, fire it a few times and had it chambered to a common .50 cal round. It was a single shot rifle that was large enough for him to fire very comfortably. This thing would blow the user off of his feet if he were standing up, and firing it... that is, if this person was a human. The gun had great range and pierced armor easily. Since they'd be doing a lot of covert stuff, Brutus though having range would be good. He picked up 10 rounds for it after loading a round into it's chamber and slung it over his shoulder along with the minigun. He was ready after taking several stims from his locker. He marched onward to continue the mission.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 6:49 pm
I walked into the armory and from the sound bits I heard around base I could tell this was not going to be a pleasant ordeal. Went I entered the quarter master immediately look at me and give me a grunt that sounded to be a mixture of disgust, hated, and disapproval. I walked up to his desk. “So” he said “what the hell do you want” “hi am new and I am here to get my ak?” “did it sound like I care if your new or not. here” he answered and throw a clip board on his desk “fill out this forum you can pick your gun up over there” pointing to the other side of the room covered in metal lockers “the ammo is right next to it now hurry up and get the hell out of my sight.” I quickly went over to the lockers pulled out my ak grabbed seven magazines of ammo and got the hell out of there
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 12:06 pm
Mark walked into the brotherhood armory, it had been a long time since he last came in here. His last check in was when he was a simple Knight in the brotherhood. Mark signed in and walked over to one of the work tables that would be helping him though his weapon and armor transition. Removing himself from the confines of his armor he set his armor along with his weapons onto the table, placing the armor first, followed by weapons ranging from smallest to largest.
Mark removed the dual berretas that he had been using for side arms and upgraded them to the standard .45 Desert Eagles. Mark disassembled the guns storing the newer parts back in their drawers and scrapping everything else that was unusable or would cause problems in the future. Loading up the Desert Eagles with armor piercing rounds, and modifying to the weapons weight, sights and all those other small factors that would in the end help achieve a successful kill.
Mark set the weapons down next to his environmental armor and moved over to his next and final range weapon, his STYER .50 Rifle. Mark looked over his slightly modified rifle and thought that the piece of junk could be made better... stronger... faster... more powerful. Mark removed all the modifications he had made to it, such as the extended magazine so it could fire five rounds instead of the standard one round. Mark looked the weapon over and stripped it down to it's bear essential parts.
Mark moved over to another desk, set up with blue sheets of paper and pencils. Mark began drawing up plans to modify the weapon into a even greater killing tool.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 1:04 pm
Mark had spent the last twelve hours working on schematics and layouts for his modified weapon. Though each piece of paper he set to the side contained a small piece to the finishing puzzle, dozens of blue sheets of paper along with eraser marks, and pencil shavings litter the area around him.
Mark chewed on the back of his pencil as he went though some of the other blue prints, laying some right next to one another and slowly piecing together the parts needed. Mark started going down the list of things that he needed, barrels, triggers, chambers, mechanisms everything he would need was in this room. After assembling every part he would need he began to draw the actual design of the rifle.
Caliber - .50 BMG
Barrel lengths - 29 inches (73.7 cm)
20 inches (50.8 cm)
Barrel twist - Right, 1 in 15" (38 cm)
Weights - 30.9 lbs (14.0 kg) (with 29 inch barrel)
29.7 lbs (13.5 kg) (with 20 inch barrel)
Length assembled - 57 inches (122 cm) (with 29 inch barrel)
48 inches (115 cm) (with 20 inch barrel)
Front sight: - .070 inch flip up. (1.78 mm) wide post
Rear sight: - .065 inch flip up. (1.65 mm) aperture, 1500 meter adjustable
Sight radius: - 23.3 inches (59 cm)
Scope rail: - 24 inches (61 cm) long
Mark spent the next few minutes running around the armory collecting pieces to his masterpiece. Grabbing a screw driver, and some other tools Mark began to work, adding much needed changes to the old single shot STEYR .50 rifle. Though when it was done, there was no need to call it that anymore. The size and appearance would be that of the late Barret M82.
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Mark wiped the sweat from his brow, the making of the weapon had taken the longest amount of time, he had tested it twice before adding any finishing touches and everything had gone well without a hitch. looking over the weapon Mark was pleased with his work, though it didn't as good as the ones back in the prewar days when they came off a factory belt and into soldiers hands.
Mark placed his armor on and holstered his side arms. Mark had created a sling so he could latch it onto his back for when he was running or traveling on a single vehicle like the motorcycle or walking and extreme distance. Mark cleaned up his work station and began heading on his way out when he received a message on his pip-boy 2000. Lifting up his left arm Mark watched as the text rolled across the screen. Smiling he was happy to get back into some action.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:47 am
-Continued from Motor Pool-
Mark entered the Armor quickly showing his ID to the warrant Officer currently on duty. Passing all the small arms Mark walked to the heavy weapons, and armor section reserved for few of those that allowed their rank to permit. removing all of his weapons and armor until he was bear in his standard regulation uniform Mark reached over to a energized container removing a fully new, untouched piece of Tesla armor, these things where rarely used and now was the perfect time to use it. Setting the armor on his shoulders he he began to strap it on, the lightening bolt on the center piece glowed a feint blue as everything was locked into place and the armor began to absorbing any low electricity items in the area close to him.
Fitted with the best available armor, Mark walked over to the weapons locker. Grabbing a Vindicator mini gun and a ammo storage case he threw it over his shoulder and loaded it up with armor piercing rounds. Not wanting to take any chances against these reavers. Grabbing his desert eagles he strapped them onto his thighs before leaving the armory. Prepared and battle ready against his up coming foe.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 8:47 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 7:01 pm
"And here is our armory! This is where we keep all of our guns, knives, rocks, sharp sticks, and harsh words!" Alex said to her self as she stepped inside the armory and glanced around.
"Well then, lets get you ready to blow some s**t up." Alex said with a grin as she rubbed her palms together and started collecting her assortment of bombs and other nasty things which one could use to kill.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:43 am
Newell was already here by the time everyone entered the armory. He was sitting near the ordinance wiping his modified AK-47 clean of any dirt, dust, or vermin, looking up only to see who entered, but said nothing. He continued to study his rifle as he wiped the difficult-to-reach spots.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 6:22 am
(Continued from Motor Pool)
Pulling up in front of the Armory with a grinding halt, he hit the switch to lower the rear ramp of the APC and went inside the armory. Once inside, he grabbed a lift jack and pulled it over to a stack of crates. Piling crates of ammunition, medical supplies, weapons, and spare parts for Power Armor MKII, onto a pallet, he grabbed the handle of the lift jack and pulled it outside and up the ramp of the APC, unloading and securing the crates inside the APC, then quickly took the wooden pallet and lift back inside. Coming out, Ender jumped in the APC and pulled out of the area quickly, the entire side stop taking less than ten minutes. The APC headed towards the south gate.
(Continued in Wasteland thread in the Wasteland Subforum)
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:48 am
-Continued from The Motor Pool-
Mark was running across the parade grounds. Seeing someone transport a large amount pf supplies from the armory out and into the APC. Things just didn't seem right the amount that was going onto the APC was if the brotherhood was transporting supplies to far out posts, but that much was to much, unless contact had been lost or if the brotherhood was going to war. Mark would have been briefed if an act of war was declared, at least he hoped he would have.
Mark was almost there when the driver had climbed into the APC and started to leave, Mark pushed his legs as he attempted to catch up. Sprinting and pushing his leg muscles he managed to catch up to the APC as it slowed at the southern gate. Leaping Mark grasped onto the back of the APC, however not having a full grip only spelled disaster. The APC began to speed up as it left the base, Marks gauntlet began to slip, his legs dragging on the ground only made it more difficult. Letting go Mark rolled on the ground bouncing for about a dozen yards, before sliding to a stop. Mark was just outside the minefield of the base. Mark pulled up his right arm and entered an access code. The old blue screen of his pip boy lightly showed the map of the explored and charted area's of the wastelands. On the map were several small pings, those pings where the signals from the small GPS systems installed in all brotherhood vehicles.
Mark slowly pushed off the ground and slowly hobbled his way back to the base, "Like ******** i'm letting another person get into my motor pool and steal my stuff without paperwork!" he said as he continued on his way to the motor pool.
-Continued in The Motor Pool-
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:31 am
-Continued from The Motor Pool-
Pulling up next to the entrance Mark entered the Armory, flashing his ID over the scanner to the weapons locker. Filling out the necessary paperwork for the extra ammunition for his Vindicator and Barret. Filling out another form Mark also signed out a Gauss rifle which would be kept in the cab of the Humvee as a quick access weapon aside from his side arm. Grabbing the four ammo boxes he exited the armory and walked to the back of the Humvee, as he placed them into the back of the Humvee he made sure that the ammunition was secured along with the rest of his weapons. Walking back in he had in each hand a micro fussion cell to power the Humvee for the trip. At the rate that the APC was traveling he would have to burn a lot of power to catch up.
Climbing into the cabin of his car he placed his Gauss rifle in the passenger seat for easy access and safety on and magazine loaded. Mark started up the engine and made his way out the base through the southern gate.
-Continued in Wasteland-
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 1:25 am
((Continued from the Wasteland))
The ragged APC rolled up and the ramp began to lower, but then just fell off halfway down. A figure in what used to look like power armor emerged and went around to the back, lifting the door and throwing the ramp into the back, then began unloading the back of supplies, carrying them back and forth to the armory, restocking it with the supplies he originally took and the new energy weapons acquired while in the wasteland.
While inside, he stripped off the tattered power armor, throwing it into a repair bin, then grabbed a new suit from a vaulted small room that held extra suits of power armor. Then he grabbed a spray gun and painted the armor jet black once again, along with grabbing a black cape with the golden BOS symbol from a locker marked "Ender", then locked it in place around his shoulders with a heavy length of chain.
Exiting the armory, he got back into the ruined APC that was still running and drove on towards the Motor Pool.
((Continued in the Motor Pool))
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