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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:07 pm
SPECIAL AIR SERVICE (SAS members use the Infantry's Armory) SAS forces are military units, usually light infantry, set up to be moved by aircraft and 'dropped' into battle. Thus they can be placed behind enemy lines, and have an ability to deploy almost anywhere with little warning. The formations are limited only by the number and size of their aircraft, so given enough capacity a huge force can appear "out of nowhere" in minutes, an action referred to as vertical envelopment.
Conversely, airborne forces typically lack the supplies and equipment for prolonged combat operations, and are therefore more suited for Assault operations than long-term occupation; furthermore, parachute operations are particularly sensitive to adverse weather conditions. Due to the limited range of helicopters and the limited number of troops that can be transported by them many countries retain Paratroopers as a valuable strategic asset.
Airborne forces can be divided into two categories:
Paratroopers — landed by parachute from aircraft,
Air assault troops or airmobile infantry — transported to the battle by helicopter or by aircraft.
The basic premise of the Airborne is that they can arrive with such speed that a coherent defense cannot be mounted against them for some time. It is assumed that this tactical advantage cannot be sustained for very long, so effective Airborne missions require the rapid advance of ground based troops in support. Another problem regularly faced by Airborne troops, is that they are usually defenseless while they descend. However, it is rather difficult to hit a moving target, especially a paratrooper because their movements while descending will be erratic and not in a straight line.
Airborne forces are generally composed of infantry, guns, and heavier weapons. POST IN FORUM[color=#254117][size=15][b]PRIMARY INFORMATION [/b][/size][/color]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]SubGroup:[/b] (Paratroopers)
[b]Roleplay Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (Roleplay, over 18 )
[b]Bio:[/b]
[color=#254117][size=15][b]SECONDARY INFORMATION[/b][/size][/color]
[b]Team:[/b] (Alpha. Delta)
[b]Role:[/b] (Role Specific, Roles: Rifleman, Machine gunner, Rocket Jockey, Officer, Mortar teammember, etc [b]Primary Weapon:[/b] (Chosen from lists)
[b]Secondary Weapon:[/b]
[b]Armor:[/b] (If neccessary)
[b]Accessories:[/b]
[b]Other Information:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Roleplay Sample:[/b]
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:10 pm
SAS SAS Forces :NOTICE:
You must have already passed basic Training in order to participate in SAS selection and training.
TRAINING In order to begin training as a Paratrooper unit, you must first have successfully completed basic training. Basic Training is of course the standard for all opening positions in nearly every unit, and so simply making it into the Airforce application qualifies you for Paratrooper Training.
Paratrooper training is intended to provide the user with a more in depth look at basic grammar, spelling, and roleplaying rules. Paratrooper is also intended to provide a more advanced training in the Arts of Warfare, several kinds of weapons and what they are capable of, how to train, how to teach, how to be a distinct leader, methods of infiltration and spying, how weapons work, how to understand the basic ideas of weapons, how explosives work, realistic physical movements, and military structure in general. Paratrooper units are intended to be highly trained individuals with not only the ability to roleplay as an expert, but also to preform all forms of military activities successfully. Guerrilla warfare, Ambush tactics, basic medical training, over-all warfare tactics, and specific roles will be taught at a much higher level, and instead of being briefed over, will actually be taught. In correspondence with the training however, testing will be implemented, to make sure the soldier has learned all that is required.
In addition to this, weapons training, the ability to roleplay leaving a naval vessel and swimming, and the ability to incorporate various styles of naval training into infantry tactics is crucial to being in any Special Forces unit, this force in particular is dependent on pure amphibious infantry capabilities. Swimming, and the mechanics of swimming being infused into roleplay is an integral part of being in this Special Forces unit.
TESTING In order to pass the Paratrooper training program, you must first being capable of expressing excellent grammar, spelling, and the fundamental understanding of the AMP. The User must also present a strong understanding of military operations, including details on weapons, Guerrilla Tactics, Normal Tactics, How to Train, and the basics of Marksmenship. Experience in a Foreign Language, computer programming, or any kind of external skill may also be used to enhance the users chance of becoming a Special Operative. As a set style, you will be expected to have read, understood, and be able to explain the following-
-Sun Tzu Art of War
-The Prince
-Blitzkrieg
-Infantry Marksmen TrainingAlpha team
FOXHOUND1. CO: Joshua-Allan Hiler 2. Machine Gunner Jack Dunn 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Bravo team
WOLFHOUND 1. Leader2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:28 pm
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username: AngelofRelief
SubGroup: SAS
Roleplay Name: Joshua-Allan Hiler, codename "Ozone"
Age: 19
Bio: Josh was an exceedingly bright recruit upon entering the Air Force, having scored a ninety-seven out of ninety-nine on his asvab naturally he was a perfect candidate to become an officer. However due to his nature he declined the opportunity to attend the Air Force Academy for a shot at becoming a Paratrooper. Though he is quite proficient in helicopter piloting, where his skills truly excel are in infiltration and extraction which resulted in his quick progression in training.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: Alpha
Role: Designated Marksmen
Primary Weapon: Accuracy International L96A1- Lapua .338
Secondary Weapon: Koch HK MP7A1 submachine gun
Armor: Apocalypse
Accessories: Air-Force Combat Knife, M18 Smoke Bombs, M84 Flashbangs
Other Information: Joshua carries a L96A1 as his primary weapon as a result of his ranking as a sharpshooter. He also possesses a high degree of stealth which his commanders hold as invaluable for infiltration missions, do to this he also carries a Koch HK MP7A1 for close-quarter engagements as he is typically one of the first to breach the objective in question.
Rank: TBD
Roleplay Sample: As Josh leaned in the back of his seat the heat from the sun could be felt against his skin, its warmth overflowing through the window that lie adjacent to him. Slowly he allowed himself to fall into a small daze, if only for a moment, to relive those few weeks prior to the departure of his flight. The image of loved ones flooded the very recesses of his mind, exchanging tearful goodbyes and good lucks, this wasn't what he had wanted. He never wanted an extravagant farewell, but it couldn't be helped, this was the biggest decision of his life afterall. His father's words resonated within him, "I don't know why you chose to enlist, you scored a ninety-seven out of ninety-nine on your ASVAB, you're more than capable officer material...but none the less, I'm proud of you. Good luck, and come home safely." Those words, those bittersweet words, could his father have been right? Would he have made a better officer than airman? Still, it didn't matter, Josh made his decision and now he would have to live with it.
It wasn't until the sound of screeching tires coming to a halt echoing through the silence had Josh snapped out of his day-dream. As he glanced out the window he could vaguely make out the outlines of what appeared to be his new living quarters for the next while, the barracks. However it wasn't until he saw that being at the front of the bus, the one who had broken down so many recruits before him, that a coy smile finally slid across his face since he first boarded that plane. This was to be Josh's superior, his mentor, his hero, and his most hated enemy; the Drill Sergeant. (Took this out of my basic training sample.)
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:28 pm
you're in mate, and you'll probably lead either the 202nd or 501st, entirely up to you.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 5:11 pm
Archer_Jack you're in mate, and you'll probably lead either the 202nd or 501st, entirely up to you. lol yar blaugh
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 5:19 pm
Thanks, I suppose I'll be the leader of the 202nd Airborne. Hopefully we'll have more people signed up soon enough.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:46 pm
((EDIT BY SUICIDESOLDIER#1- Your not allowed to use that gun. It's too weak and there are better modifications by the same company- I don't approve of it. Therefore, you must instead use the Mk. 48. It's only two pounds heavier, but more accurate, stronger, and is more dependable. )) PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username:VHM-Taz (Will be changed shortly tho - will update)
SubGroup: (Paratroopers)
Roleplay Name: Jack Dunn
Age: 27
Bio:
Not much is known about Jack Dunn - he crossed the Manoka border a few months ago, with a tattered military uniform and enough medals to make a general blush. Heavily wounded and delirious from hunger, thirst and psychological trauma, the Manoka Military took him in and nursed him back to health.
Whether it is due to psychological trauma or some other motivation, he refuses to speak. He has not said one word since crossing the Manoka border. He also refuses to learn sign language - it's clear he has no intent to communicate. However, his military skills are undisputed and his hearing is spot on.
He enlisted immediately, and though through written essays (during which he still refused to disclose anything more than his name, age and nation of origin (Australia), he passed the pre-recruiting tests. He enlisted for Paratroopers, and certainly he has the skills to do well in this demanding role.
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: I'm pretty easy.
Role: Support Gunner
Primary Weapon: Mk. 48
Secondary Weapon: P90
Armor: (Apocalypse)
Accessories: N/A
Other Information:
Rank: Given my character's mute-ness, any leadership roles would probably not suit. A rank often assigned to a veteran trooper would do. Since I don't know how the Manoka Military works, I'll leave this up to you.
Roleplay Sample:
As the bus trundled on towards its destination, it was all too easy for him to tune out the pathetic attempts at conversation made by the other recruits, to just block it all out. The voices seemed to pass over him like water, just because they were there it didn’t mean he needed to drink them in. He sat in his seat by the window, his heavy ALICE frame pack on the seat beside him, a barrier between him and the other people on the bus. He didn’t know their names. He didn’t want to know their names. It was easier when you didn’t care. It meant that their memory didn’t haunt you when they died – which they inevitably did. His head rested against the window, the vibrations of the ever-moving bus massaging his skull.
He was garbed in an old, worn desert camouflage uniform, the collars and shoulders complete with a veritable menagerie of unit patches and old combat decorations, each as faded and worn as the last. Some of the unit affiliations were notorious and well-known, such as the UGMF and the USCMC, others, such as Weyland-Yutani Corporation’s elite Containment Team were harder to make out. His wide-brimmed slouch hat was currently set over his face, disguising it from view. The left part of the brim was tilted up, pinned in place by a badge that would have been visible were it not pressed against the window.
His scarred and tanned arms were bare, as the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. Those arms were folded over his chest, the scarred flesh there also visible, since the shirt was unbuttoned. Barely visible under the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, the ‘Australian Made’ logo was tattooed to his right arm, the green and gold ink that decorated his body made plain his country of origin. Poking up from underneath the hat was a large grass-blade of wheat, presumably the stem rested in between his lips. He was slouched way back in his seat, his knees resting at about shoulder level on the back of the seat in front of him.
Were it not for the fact that a pair of thin, black wires descended from under his hat and into the left pocket of his combat trousers, his seemingly catatonic state might have been put down to sleep. Instead, he was listening to some music. He found that it helped him to take his mind away from both present and past, thrusting him into a world where nothing existed but a tapestry of melody, beat and lyrics. Currently, the beat was slow, the melody mournful and the lyrics even more so. He was listening to ‘In the End’ by Linkin Park, and it was sad. It reminded him of the times he had failed those around him, of the mistake of caring for the soldiers that inevitably fell and died around him – trying to save him, or too late for him to save.
He reached down with a gloved hand, and pressed the ‘skip’ button, switching to another song. ‘Numb’. If it weren’t for the fact his eyes were closed, he would have glared down at the shiny black device in his pocket. Whenever he put the damn thing on shuffle, it always played these games with him. He decided to just give up and run with it, letting the lyrics tell the story of his life, and the pain that had gripped him for years flow through him, causing his teeth to grit, crushing the stem of the plant he’d been thoughtfully chewing on. His expression became mournful, and he was glad no-one could see it. He wasn’t going to show any weakness if he could help it.
He didn’t think about the basic training, or about what it held in store. He had been through so many training programs and regimes in the past the memories of them all seemed to blur together. He’d learned the lessons by heart, his body was already at its peak, and he didn’t have anything left that the harsh DI’s could break. His heart had already been broken, his soul withered to nothing. All that remained was his iron will, the dogged refusal to give up and die. It was all he had, and nothing in this world or any other was going to take it from him. If they tried, he would simply stab the individual in question.
As the bus ground to a halt, he let his hand switch off the MP3 player, grudgingly letting the strained melody of ‘Papercut’ fade into nothingness, the music replaced with the scrape of feet against metal as the rest of the recruits got up and began to file out of the bus, their packs in hand. He sat and waited for them to disembark, before finally rising to a standing position, his right hand wrapping around the carrying straps of his heavy patrol pack. Muscles bulged and veins became more prominent and he smoothly side-stepped into the bus’s aisle, his arm sweeping out and flipping the pack onto his back as he did so. The weight was almost comforting.
He reached up for the baggage-rack that rested above his head and withdrew a large duffel bag, which from the slight exhalation of breath was apparently quite heavy. His gear in hand, he walked to the front of the bus and stepped out into the daylight, the brim of his hat obscuring everything farther than a meter in front of him – fortunately, it also shaded his eyes from the harsh glare of daylight. He raised his right hand to the brim of his hat, and tilted it upwards slightly, revealing a large, burly Drill Instructor standing right in front of him. It barked out some orders to him, demanding that he give his name and some other details. The only reaction that the man got in return was a slightly raised eyebrow and a nod in the direction of the paperclip sitting on the nearby bench.
He had communicated the message wordlessly, but it was clear. ‘Look it up yourself.’ The file they had on him, no doubt contained within that paperclip or another like it, contained all the relevant information. It would have told the DI that his name was Sam Dunn, that he was 28 years old. It would have told him that the man was a survivor of more battles than most retired veterans could boast, and that he was 5’11” tall and weighed in at 73 kilograms. Perhaps most importantly, it would have told the Drill Instructor that Sam Dunn was mute – he had not spoken since he had appeared on the Minoka border about a month ago, half-starved and clutching a pair of dog-tags in a white-knuckled deathgrip.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:49 pm
youll be tasked to the 202nd, machine gunner position
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:56 pm
-=Jack Dunn nods, a small grin on his face. He raises his arm in salute=-
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 1:07 pm
This is just a small announcement; my username is subject to change within this week. If it does change then it will be changed to RiptideGuardian.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 8:38 am
PRIMARY INFORMATION
Username:Ladydeathnote73
SubGroup: (Paratroopers)
Roleplay Name: Jenn Murphy
Age: 22
Bio: She is moving away from her home and wanting to make a name for herself and be something a little more then just waitressing at the cafe. She is an only child and has only her pet cat traveling with her.
Her parents when she was just a girl and she was raised by her aunt .
SECONDARY INFORMATION
Team: (Epsilon)
Role: Rifleman
Primary Weapon: P90
Secondary Weapon:Glock 18
Armor: (Apocalypse)
Accessories: none
Other Information:I have been with the UGMF guild for years and I am quite skilled in these branches: army, navy and air force. I am still trying to pick up on rping but with some time and a way to rp with others I am sure that I will have up to speed in no time.
Rank:
RP Sample: She drove up to the Air Force recruiting office and then got out of car. She was nervous yet wanted to start a new with her life and prove that she could do this. Her cat anxiously awaited her return to the car and laid in the seat to sleep. She knocked on the recruiter's door and then smiled so that he wouldnt think that she sacred or nervous about doing this.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 11:11 am
all clear, 202nd Fighting falcons.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:59 am
Has anyone seen my post in here? I would like to know if I made the cut or not?
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 2:01 am
I would like to suggest that her RP sample is not up to scratch for this elite division. I mean, c'mon. Punctuation and some detail are just bloody polite.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 3:48 pm
well it all comes with practice mate, and besides, i'll admit, i dont always make top gun quality posts, but i do what i can.
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