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OOC forget the post about forgetting the posts .Yeah sure we turned anathor corner =) it is coming from straight ahead of us

BIC Dace quit using his pistol and began shooting with his rifle. He found it easyer to cloak while the heavy was reloading and peer out as he was firing, But his luck ended when one of the rebel bullets caught him in the stomach.*Over radio* "Man...Hit.. need assitance..... we turned left at...*coughs* the entrance 2 out of the 6 rebels are dead, one of*Coughs louder* which is a heavy. Hurry chimera is killing them in si....*Coughs up blood*lence but the heavy is losing intrest in shooting at my wall" radio goes quiet. Dace Notices a silence. He rubs his eyes wondering if the trropers were coming to finish him off. He prayed Hassen and Kremlin would hurry.

James glanced around not quite comfortable being called out and not trusted. He understood that though, to them, he was just another blank. "If you really want to know what happened then I'll tell you. I was a Captain in the UN. My parents had taught me to stand against the repressive force of the Conclave. I was captured and sent to a reeducation camp. I was inducted into the Ghost once my mind was wiped and taught that the UN were animals and savages standing against the new perfect world order. Back in Lazarus," he paused as the horrific flashbacks flooded through his mind, " I infiltrated a squad of UN to survive. My first intent was to kill them. At a moment were I was able to slit Gaz's throught on an operating table we were attacked by beasts. The squad caught them back and I decided saving Gaz instead of killing him was in my best interest. After some time of observing them I realized they weren't the monsters. The Voice was, the Conclave was, I was. Later I had been told to stand down by a Conclave officer and he shot a man in my squad. I blew his leg off. A squad of Conclave had me communicate with the voice himself. He told me every thing. Bastard made me kill my own parents. For those that still don't trust me. I did everything I could for the UN troops. I don't even care what happens to me anymore. I just want the bastard who ruined my life brought to justice. So yeah, I'm a Ghost."

OOC*Claps* That was the best post of my life*begins to cry*

Very nice, darksage.

(ooc: I also like the original lazarus for its different playing/GMing style)
"if he gets on your nerves just call him Ray"
Gaz starts hallucinating about Dez and looks over to an empty seat opposite him
"you not going to introduce yourself Dez?"

"We're comming!"
Kremlin turns to Hassen
"We better get to them , it dosn't sound good in their."
Kremlin rasies his Machine gun and begins runing to Dace's and Chimera's positon.

(ooc: just cus I'm guna draw a pic for my guy
what does ripsaw guns look like? any other weapons it looks like?
what does the PLEX armor look like?)

"any one know how long it is until we land?"

Yes, it would be nice to know what the armor/weapons look like. Infact, I asked those questions earlier in the thread.

Operation Anvil Day 1, Hours After Briefing, Above Chicago Industrial Zone

As the dropships begin their descent into the smoggy cloud cover of the Industrial Zone, your stomach drops out as the craft plummets to the ground, traveling at incredible speeds to the clearing below. Gaz cackles like a maniac as the adrenaline flushes through his system, Foaly gives a joyful laugh as well, her voice becoming shrill as she giggles madly. Stopping just short of the grey steel of the ground, the dropship gently lowers to the ground, extending landing limbs as it settles to the ground, lowering the landing ramp to allow you to exit. Tibbs unbuckles himself, stretching in the confines of the room. "Alright men, let's kill some blanks!" Tibbs rushes outside, assault rifle sweeping the empty streets of the Industrial Zone. The rest of you file outside, as well as the passengers of the other vessels, looking warily about as they disembark. "Where the hell are they?" Mutters Tibbs. "Industrial Zone's supposed to be crawling with blanks..." His thought is interrupted by a shrill wailing coming from a distance, an ominous sound no UN soldier soon forgets. "AIMPs!" Thousands of scatter-missiles descend upon the invaders, blasting them apart with high-powered explosives, forming geysers of meat and bone. As you look about, you see the remains of half a sniper attempt to drag himself back inside his transport, his body vaporized as the dropship is struck by a missile. Taking cover behind the wrecked remains of your dropship, you crouch into a defensive posture. After another three minutes, the barrage let's up, leaving you and perhaps another dozen UN troops alive. As the smoke clears, you can see shapes moving off in the distance, and a mechanical burbling reaches your ears as the shapes take on a more definite form. Several Suppressor walkers have arrived to finish the job the AIMPs started, their spider-like legs carrying them forward at alarming speed, their red photoreceptors glowing in the gloom.

Eagle, Rose, Pacify Day 1-

As you advance deeper into the cooling complex, you can hear the sound of running feet coming from nearby, ten, maybe twenty meters. Meanwhile, Dace fight a desperate battle against a group of rebel troopers, wounded and alone, he takes cover against a wall, firing with his free hand.

How I picture the Heavy Assault Trooper

Ah, a Starcraft Marine. Aighty, gotcha! What about us normal foot sloggers, eh?

Edit: Y'know, it's funny, I sorta imagined Gaz looking like that marine as well . Great minds and all that.

Might post in a minute. Depends on TV.

How's this for the Soldiers?

I thought the Conclave soldiers may look like this. It fits your discription of them , the Gas mask and all.

Dace you alright? sorry about that i had to flank them to try to drive their attention away form you

blood reaper wrote:I thought the Conclave soldiers may look like this. It fits your discription of them , the Gas mask and all.

Close

im thinking of this really

OOC:I like how you called me out mordo =)

Over radio:*Gasping sound followed by a silence and a few final rounds and a deep inhalation of breath then a sigh of relief* The rebel troops are down i repeat they are down thanks to chimera19 medical assistance is requested though.= Transmision ends

i rush over to give him any help i can
"damn you get messed up."

I hurry over to last location I saw fire coming from, the sound of running feet grab my attention and I try to discern if they are approaching us or running away from us. I see that Dace has been hit, but Chimera is busy working on him. I move away from them and towards the sound of running feet just in case the rebels try to come back to finish him off. I take cover behind a cooling tower in front of them.

"Get him out of sight, if they see him they'll attempt to finish what they started." I yell as I begin to fire in the direction of the running noises.

i check to see if dace can be moved then i dragged him off to a shadow and begin operating
keep those rebels off of us till im finished

*dace trys not to moan as chimera begins to withdraw the bullet, but as the bullet comes out a loud moan is let out ad a rebel fires in the direction it came from.

i cloak mlyself to make it seem to be a smaller target.
i inject him with pain killer to shut him up
"dace i need you to be queit"

I know, but has a bullet ever lodged itself into your stomach,Just asking

well do you feel any pain now i asked,
slighty pissed off, i look behind to scan for any fire coming towards us

You know what, i do! nah i never did that Bit**didnt hurt to much it was slowed by my armor but still

all fun and games huh.well arent you a good solder.

Hey Dab i need your med kit toss it over

HA. no just wanted to see your reaction feels like some one pulled my guts out, you sure you didnt?

want me to? if i do im pretty sure you will die. then i can grab your rifle and do what i do best. Killing

Hopefully it's not too late for me to join...

Name: Tobar - number 415762
Personality: Cautious and careful, a good "people person," but frequently oversympathetic. He chose to be a sniper so he doesn't have to look people in the eye when he kills them.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Ghost
Personal History: born and raised to a family of travelling merchants along the northern coast of what used to be Rhode Island, he and his family were swept away by a large flood, dragging them out to sea. Floating on what remained of his caravan and eating the scraps of food stored, his parents passed away shortly before he was rescued by a Conclave freighter. Though they had planned to kill him, he proved to be extremely entertaining, and a more than competent chef when needed. He would work for almost nothing, and when the ship returned, he was hired as a servant boy. A surprise attack by the Remnants led him to be armed with a small pistol, but he hesitated and failed to kill anyone. Sympathy from the Remnants alone saved him, but when he took a sniper rifle from a dead soldier, a friend of his, a burst of adrenaline and hatred drove him to quickly and efficiently decapitate seven Remnant soldiers. Later that night, and for the nights to come, he regretted that day, but earned a place among the Ghost soldiers. Reluctantly, he spends his days at an outpost far from the Lazarus Project, alongside a few books that he salvaged, killing only the direct threats, and letting the others slide.
Worst Fear: The sea. After being stuck there with almost no food and watching his parents die, I'm sure you can understand why.
Hopes For The Future: Rise through the ranks of the Conclave to a commanding position, to avoid any direct conflict and make the most of his speech skills.
Motivation: Hopefully to do enough to get out of the job of killing people and into a more "civilized" position.
Strength: 2
Agility: 4
Toughness: 2
Will Power: 4
Intelligence: 4
Charisma: 4

I felt like doing something a little different from what everyone else was doing. Everyone's so combat-oriented and uncharismatic, I think that a good scout/spy might be fun to play as. If I need to, I hope that I can fall back on the other Conclave members to do the close-quarters fighting. Or I can do something else, if you want. This is my first one, so I'm not really quite sure what to do...

"You know when i first met you i went gee a phantom who probly Fu**s himself but now i think we could be good freinds."With that he aims through his rifle and puts a round into the heavy troopers helmet killing him."See all i needed was 10 seconds to put it in the weak spot, but that c**t wouldnt stand still or stop shooting.