Mission 2, Turn 1- Please Excuse the Turbulence.
As they aerospace craft rockets through the atmosphere, you all wait in anticipation of the drop. After what seems an eternity, you finally hear over the speakers, "10 minutes from drop zone," the robotic voice piercing through what little conversation is going on. Five minutes later, the ship starts to turn, just as a warning echoes throughout the ship, "Please brace yourselves for evasive action."
What follows is a corkscrew ride unlike any amusement park ride ever invented, only the shock gel of your drop pods holding you in place, though the dives and looping spins aren't doing any good for your stomachs. You can hear the sounds of scorching metal and exploding anti-air missiles just outside the transport, but you aren't slowing down.
After what feels like an eternity, but is only in reality about one minute, a harsh beeping tone starts to ring out through the drop bay, with a dull voice repeating 'missile impact imminent', giving you a half-second warning before the ship shudders as if hit by a massive hammer, the door to the drop bay springs open, revealing a devastated corridor, cold, smokey outside air rushing into the room. The transport starts to bank in an attempt to compensate for the loss of control, but just then the ship shudders again, a deafening noise right outside the drop bay. The walls buckle and the air starts to scorch as time seems to grind to a halt, fire racing towards you as the walls rend and shrapnel rushes towards you, sitting unprotected in the open pods.
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And you drop, the pods cycling their doors closed even as the latches release and the explosion flings you all planetward, tearing through the air for no more than a second before crashing into the unrelenting ground at well over Mach 3.
Aren't you glad drop pods are made for that?
A minute or so later, you the doors of your drop pods cycle back open and you clamber out, one by one, the drop pods beginning to quietly self-destruct following your exit, falling apart into constituent molecules and the like. As you all grab your gear and strike out East towards your predetermined meeting point, you take a good look at your surroundings. The forest looks like a relatively standard forest, putting aside the furrows that your drop pods dug in the earth, alongside those of teams past. In the distance, not too far to the north, you can just make out a clearing and the barely glimmering lights of the city. Your target.
After about thirty minutes of walking through the forest, you come to the meeting point you decided on, checking to make sure everyone is present before taking a seat for a minute to rest and plan out your next move. You're all here, and so is your gear. Let's get moving.
((And so it begins! Enjoy! Also, sorry if I didn't really articulate your plans in this post, but I felt that I might want to give you guys time meet up and figure things out post-landing, because your arrival wasn't exactly quiet, though your drop pods certainly made less ruckus than the transport. And yes, your team is not exactly the first to try and take this, and in fact were preceded a few months ago by a larger team.))
- Take the command, dead or alive.
- Cut off communications.
[spoiler=Site Map]
Player: Persus13
Name: Janus Simmons
Gender: Male
Description: Janus got his name for the split down the middle of his face. He is almost always in some sort of dull pain. He was a genetic experiment gone bad, but it gave him a hightened sense of agility. He hates almost everyone, and took this job because he wanted to shoot stuff.
Health: Fine.
Str: 2 (0)
Agi: 5 (+1)
End: 3 (0)
Int: 4 (+1)
Cha: 3 (0)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (5 mags Laser, Holo-sight, Medium barrel.)
Attachments- bayonet (Melee weapon), nightvision scope (No penalties for darkness while aiming.)
Secondary: Sword (Melee weapon, melee defense bonus.)
Attachments- None
Auxiliary: 2 Synthetic Systems Anti-Personnel Mines, 2 General Armories Smoke Grenades
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
Laser- [60sec/60sec] [60sec/60sec] [60sec/60sec]
Secondary Ammo:
Sword
Player: GreatWyrmGold
Real Name: Simon Reinhardt
Gender: Male
Description: Brown eyes, black hair mostly concealed by an old, olive drab fedora. Tall and lean, with dark skin and a small nose and mouth. He wears an outfit mainly in various shades of gray, with brown shoes, black sunglasses, and the aforementioned OD green hat. He wears a gray vest over a gray shirt and above gray sweatpants, which partly cover gray socks under gray shoes. All of this is subject to change when the situation requires, of course. Simon's most notable characteristics are his cybernetic right arm and calves, with his electronic left eye and the dataport behind his left ear more concealed. He is typically aloof, preferring to avoid talking with people he doesn't have to, as well as businesslike; however, he firmly upholds his standards of honor and justice, and once you've earned his trust and respect he's a good friend.
Health: Fine.
Str: 2 (0)
Agi: 8 (+2)
End: 4 (+1)
Int: 3 (0)
Cha: 0 (-1)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (2 mags Normal, 1 mag Stun, 4x scope, Medium barrel.)
Attachments- Suppressor (Reduces muzzle flash and noise from firing, while slightly reducing muzzle velocity.), Bipod (1 turn to deploy, +1 to hit).
Secondary: SSMP (Ironsights, 2 mags AP)
Attachments- Suppressor (Reduces muzzle flash and noise from firing, while slightly reducing muzzle velocity.).
Auxiliary: 2 General Armories Concussion Grenades, 2 Professional Signals Flares
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
Normal- [30/30] [30/30]
Stun- [30/30]
Secondary Ammo:
AP- [20/20] [20/20]
PLayer: mesor
Name : Jared Kane.
Gender : Male.
Description : Mentally Jared is as normal as can be.... on the surface. Beneath is a sadistic blood crazed psychopath who lives to cause pain and suffering to his enemies in the most imaginative ways he can invent, but also has a strange streak of loyalty towards certain people.
Phsyically Jared is a large man ( 7 ft tall, 400 pounew ) who's body is made up of pure muscle. He has no hair at all and has lifeless grey eyes. He has a bloody heart emblem on all of his clothing and armor.
He also has no tongue though has never explained what happened to it.
Health: Fine.
Str: 8 (+2)
Agi: 1 (-1)
End: 4 (+1)
Int: 0 (-1)
Cha: 2 (0)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (1 mags Explosive, 2 mags Hollowpoint, 4x scope, Long barrel.)
Attachments- Forward grip (Increase CQC response speed.), Larger mags ( 150 round per clib, belt fed. No mobility penalty- high STR.)
Secondary: GAP (2 clips AP, Ironsights.)
Attachments- Suppressor (Reduces muzzle flash and noise from firing, while slightly reducing muzzle velocity.)
Auxiliary: Hydraulic Ram (Battering Ram +5), Nitrogen Injector (Injects liquid nitrogen into objects, making them easier to break.)
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
Explosive- [150/150] [150/150] [150/150]
Hollowpoint- [150/150] [150/150]
Secondary Ammo:
Explosive- [10/10] [10/10] [10/10]
Player: Unholy_Pariah
Name: Stark
Gender: male
Description: caucasian, 6'4", brown hair, athletic build.
Mentality: does not like to speak and believes he can solve all lifes problems by punching idiots in the face.
Health: Fine.
Str: 5 (+1)
End: 4 (+1)
Agi: 4 (+1)
Int: 2 (0)
Cha: 2 (0)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (3 mags AP, 2x scope, Long barrel.)
Attachments- Suppressor(Reduces muzzle flash and noise from firing, while slightly reducing muzzle velocity.), Heavy barrel (reduced recoil penalties/greater stability when aiming.)
Secondary: Sword (Melee weapon)
Attachments- Pommel Taser (Reusable stunning/shocking melee weapon)
Auxiliary: Data Siphon, Auto-Lockpick
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
AP- [30/30] [30/30] [30/30]
Secondary Ammo:
Incindiary- N/A
Player: Dwarmin
Name: Aethla Gerdocki
Gender: Female
Description: A stocky 4.9 female with ash black hair, a stocky boxers build, pale blue eyes and a cute nose. Her hair is tied into a short ponytail with a red ribbon, and the fringe touches her neck. Identifiable quasi-human, with dark green skin pigmentation but no other major physical changes. Extensive tattooing on her face, neck and body-repeating geometric symbolism of unknown purpose.
Aethla would describe herself as a gun for hire-albeit, a charming, intelligent, unique looking one-with a knack for getting the highest paying jobs for the least amount of work. It was not entirely rare for her to have played bodyguard in her past work, with quasi famous individuals looking to have something exotic watching over them. She is usually more often hired for her specialist skills than her general combat ability, and was until recently, a freelancer of a sort. Unfortunately, her 'live in the moment' philosophy tends to drain bank accounts and accrue debt, and now she is working with Mecriocorps for the moment, at least partially against her will. Her physical and history specs are mostly kept in the shadows-she's only just considered human, and seems to have an Religious and spiritual edge that motivates her, though it doesn't seem to burden her moral much-except for a hesitancy to needless killing. She seems to enjoy fine foods, and is in fact, quite a good cook-when anyone deigns to ask.
Health: Fine.
Str: 1 (-1)
Agi: 4 (+1)
End: 2 (0)
Int: 4 (+1)
Cha: 4 (+1)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (2 mags Normal, 1 mag AP, Ironsight, Short barrel.)
Attachments- Hair Trigger (Faster CQC reaction time.), Reduced Weight (Improved mobility.)
Secondary: GAP (Ironsights, 2 mags Stun.)
Attachments- Flashbang Power Core (can be detonated by timer/impact for sizable stunning explosion. Destroys weapon in process)
Auxilliary: 2 General Armories Smoke Grenades, 2 Synthetic Systems Concussion Grenades.
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
Normal- [30/30] [30/30]
AP- [20/20]
Secondary Ammo:
Stun- [10/10] [10/10]
Player: Greenstarfanatic
Name: Elron Jameson, A.K.A "Crackshot Ellis"
Gender: Male
Description: Not what you would call a 'Brute' Elron was a lanky young man, with dirty blonde hair, and a small goatee, who quite enjoyed killing. But he was elegant in his ways. No mess. No prisoners. And definitely no loose ends. Some say he was born with a gun in his hands. Massacred the whole facility. His signature outfit is a green, pinstripe suit and brown pants.
Health: Fine.
Str: 3 (0)
Agi: 4 (+1)
End: 2 (0)
Int: 4 (+1)
Cha: 4 (+1)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (3 mags AP, 7x NV scope, Long Barrel.)
Attachments- Extended mags (1.5 mag size), 15 half-foot-long knockout poison darts (Stored in handle- use to prick, throw, or shoot.)
Secondary: GAP (Ironsight, 2 clips AP)
Attachments- Thermal sight.
Auxilary: 2 Professional Signals Flares, 2 General Armories Smoke Grenades.
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
AP- [30/30] [30/30] [30/30]
Secondary Ammo:
AP- [10/10] [10/10]
Player: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Havel Opus
Gender: Male
Description: A massive dark-skinned man with short-cropped blonde hair and a heavy Germanic accent when speaking English. Tends to be very quiet, though he is much more receptive to conversation when amongst compassionate or kind-hearted individuals. Despite his introverted nature, he is very adamant about maintaining strong relationships with those he is close to, and enjoys team environments, often encouraging situations in which he can work together with others to achieve a common goal. Very open-minded and enjoys listening to the opinions of others, saying that it, "helps me maintain a healthy perspective". Becomes significantly depressed when alone, often resorting to a rather childish habit of talking to himself in such situations.
Health: Fine.
Str: 4 (+1)
Agi: 2 (0)
End: 4 (+1)
Int: 4 (+1)
Cha: 1 (-1)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (2 mags AP, 1 mag Stun, Reflex Sight, Infared 4x Scope, Long Barrel.)
Attachments- Velocity Augment (Muzzle attachment that temporarily increases velocity of discharged rounds, turning the weapon into an anti-tank weapon capable of taking down light vehicles and turning unarmored enemy personnel into paste. Active for a short amount of time, then must be placed in the included recharge cradle for a duration.)
Reduced Profile (Increased Mobility)
Secondary: GAP (Infared 1x Sight, 2 clips AP.)
Attachments- Suppressor (Reduces muzzle flash and noise from firing, while slightly reducing muzzle velocity.)
Auxiliary: 2 General Armories Anti-Personnel Gas Grenade (suggestion/disorientation colorless gas grenade, padded, affected don't remember period of time under effect.), Synthetic Systems Heat Assisted Combat Knife (Laser-heated blade allows cutting with extreme ease, but is loud.)
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
AP- [20/20] [20/20]
Stun- [30/30]
Secondary Ammo:
AP- [10/10] [10/10]
Player: miauw62
Name: Tory Cooper
Gender: Male
Description: Tory is 1 meter and 65 centimeter, making him smaller than average. Despite his length, his overall volume does not drop too much, as he is very muscular and agile. His hair is brown and his eyes are grey, they are constantly moving focus from one object to another. Some people may already deduce from this, and they are right, that he is quite hyperactive and jumpy. He also likes to talk alot, but this does not impair his skills in combat.
Health: Fine.
Str: 2 (0)
Agi: 8 (+2)
End: 3 (0)
Int: 2 (0)
Cha: 2 (0)
Gear-
Primary: SSBR (3 mags Normal, Reflex Sight, Medium Barrel)
Attachments- Lightweight Frame (Increased mobility), Suppressor (Reduces muzzle flash and noise from firing, while slightly reducing muzzle velocity.)
Secondary: SSMP (Reflex Sight, 3 clips AP.)
Attachments- Extended Magazines (1.5 Mag size)
Auxiliary: Auto-Lockpick (can open doors of most types, given time.), 2 Synthetic Systems Anti-Personnel Mines
Armor: Camo Suit
Pack: Standard loadout.
Primary Ammo:
N- [30/30] [30/30] [30/30]
Secondary Ammo:
AP- [30/30] [30/10]
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