NSWRPF Archive 2222

IC:
Chris found himself on a military shuttle headed towards the station which the meeting will be held at,he felt the goatee he felt his whiskers on his face,he hadnt shaved in a day or so,that wouldnt look too snappy for the officers.As the transport went along,he thought about one day becoming a 5* General in the HAMF,now he was a mere LCpl. but,it could happen.
Suddenly he found himself in a transport landed on solid ground,the door opened and he stepped out.He didnt know if he was late but he walked calmly heading towards the meeting,his assault rifle slung over his shoulder attached with a grenade launcher.He made way to the room where it was held in.To his surprise it was empty,but he heard noise in the hangar,he made his way over there only to see the HAMF GOA. stepping off a ship,and different UAC and HAMF members,he stepped into the crowd and watched the ceremony,hoping to meet a few new faces.

 

IC:
Snipe Stepped onto the station and looked around at all the people, unfortunatly he knew noone. He walked over to a girl and asked her "Hay do you know what were here for?" His voice was soft and inviting a frendly responce. "No i'm sorry. So where you come from?" she asked "Im from earth, Australia to be precise. How about you?"

They continued to talk for a while untill he felt he knew her just as well as he wanted her to know him. Nothing about his special training.

TAG: ANY

 

IC:Chris stood,looking down at his black combat boots,he wore a 10.5 size boot,laces tied tight so they wouldnt rub,he glanced at the various different people conversing seeing as he had no one to talk to.His assault rifle slung over his shoulder,he rubbed the knuckles of his right hand up and down the strap because he really had nothing else to do.He wondered how much longer it would be until something actually started and he was getting bored having no one to talk to

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The General's shuttle exited the hangar, leaving space for the next arrival. Everyone in the hangar had returned to ease and resumed their socializing. The Lieutenant turned to the Second Lieutenant.

"I friggin' hate these formal events," Harrell said.

"You think I like 'em?" Kevlill replied.

"Well, get used to it, because we're going to have to stand like this in that damn meeting for God knows how long..."

 

OOC: Sanctimoniously, is there any chance we can speed this up and get into the proper game.

 

ooc:mm yeah i agree with him can we speed it up ?

 

We will skip the actual meeting. My next post will be about two hours later in the game.

 

The Lieutenant now had a rather bad impression of the General of the Armies. He may be the most decorated officer in the galaxy, and his position may be the most desirable in the galaxy, but Jeez...the dude was boring. Half his squad had fallen asleep where they stood. Most of the Fleet Commands were somehow still awake, somehow or another. The Lieutenant himself was occupying himself by shifting his grip on the assault rifle. His dress uniform was starting to feel like the bed and sheets in the four-star hotel he'd been staying in before he'd been plucked out for the most boring mission in the history of the HAMF. He was extremely pissed that he was sitting here, watching a five-star general drone on and on about where groups of ships would be stationed to "best protect the newer colonies, as well as the old ones," as opposed to enjoying Zeta Proxima's nightlife.

Then he got something else to occupy his time besides the AK567D's IG scope. He felt his PDA vibrate in the knee pocket of his pants. He didn't take notice...had to stay at attention...but it eventually got to him, almost as though the vibration was getting stronger the longer he waited. Certain that no one was paying enough attention to reprimand him, he took his trigger hand from the rifle and reached down to retrieve the PDA.

Date: 1711 hours, 1 May 2222
From: Civilian Advisor Jarome Laforge ("Beta")
To: First Lieutenant (Squad Leader) James Harrell
Encryption: Gamma (Decryption: **NONE NEEDED**)
Subject: Trouble on Yanurua !!

If you're reading this, I'm damn surprised that you're still awake, listening to the Gen O' the Arm going on about Fleet crap for two hours plus...haha. Just for the record, it WAS NOT me who got you plucked off vacation.

But this message isn't just an attempt to wake you up. We've got reports from TACCOM on Yanurua that a religious cult called Order of Phobos has attacked the capital city. The city has fallen, and the remaining HAMF forces aren't having much luck in their trying to take it back.

You're being called to assist, as well as capture the cult's leader, who I couldn't get any files on other than an appearance and that he's called "The Endowed One" by the rebels. The brass would prefer to have him alive, but you've got the go-ahead to kill him if you've got no other choice but.

A dropship is waiting for you and your squad...and another one will take your place doing security once you're outta there. More info when you arrive.

The Lieutenant reread the message, and nodded in satisfaction. He nudged Second Lieutenant Kevlill.

"Wha?" he said sleepily.

"We're leaving," Harrell said, replacing his PDA. "Pass it on."

 

::Chris sat in a chair,looking around boredly,he heard a few voices around him but didnt know what they were saying.He wanted to go and fight he didnt join the HAMF to sit around he wanted to fight.He payed attention to what the man speaking was saying incase something of his liking popped up.His assault rifle slung over his shoulder,he finally got too bored and let his eyes slowly close,dazing off.::


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ooc:thanks for speeding up the RP man

 

OOC: It's cool that we sped the thing up, but have we all gotten the message about Phobos' attack, or are we still listening to the General's deployment speech?

 

IC: Master Sgt. Aaron

Aaron struggled to stay awake as the general droned on about any matter of things that didn't concern any infantrymen when his PDA started vibrating in his pocket. He read the message under the table, it said.

Date: 1712 hours 1 May 22
From: Arms and Armor Specialist Hank
To: Master Sgt. Aaron
Encryption: Beta (Decryption: Your Project has been completed!)
Subject: The Mark VII

We have completed your armor as specified come to the military testing facility at Dastra to see your new weapon and armor set trust me its worth it. Also it will get you out of that useless meeting.

Aaron got up at once and saluted the commander, sorry commander I have to leave, urgent family emergency sir. "At ease" the general said. Then with a wave of his hand dismissed Aaron. As Aaron stepped into the "Beamer" he got extremly excited his project was done, he had spent 90% of his first to years salary to fund the research and the next five years having it designed and built. They had kept the specs on the down low even to Aaron all they said was it will make you unstoppable. Those words alone made Aaron tingle with a feeling of joy from his feet to his chest.

He got on a ship and headed off to Dastra. Even in Altspace the trip was about 5 hours but he didn't feel like sleep so he opted to stay awake during the flight. When he arrivied he was ushered to a large building where he saw Hank. Aaron and Hank had been friends since boot camp and Aaron had even told Hank his secret before he went public with it. Hank greeted Aaron with a welcoming hug, Aarons military training didn't like the idea but he hugged Hank back.

Hank explained to Aaron that he had been working on this project since right after boot camp. It was his lifes work. They took an elevator down to the testing area, Aaron saw many auto aiming rifles being tested along with a ton of armor projects. Aaron looked around for his, even inquiring Hank as to where it was. Hank just continued tugging him in the direction of the back room. In the back room on a manicun Aaron saw a black suit, on the black suit there were about 20 plates of armor on both the back and front of the doll. Plus a big plate that connected the back and the front it was like what was called a cuirass in the Dark Ages and times around then.

Then a pair of technicians entered the room and began fitting Aaron with the armor. It took them about an hour to complete it. Then on went to the helmet. When his helmet came on an eye display came up over his right eye. It diplayed suit density outside tempature, also it had a motion tracker, and the targeting reticule would line up perfectly with his new weapon. With the suit on Hank explained the specs. The suits plates were made from a titanium and aluminum mix. The plates were weaved together by microscopic hands since they cut the plates of titanium and aluminum mix into fiber as thin as human hair. The suit was made the same way just less weave and painted black. The plates could stop a point blank shot with a fifty caliber rifle the suit could stop most small arms fire. The suits interior was the real kicker though. It had a layer of biojelly which reactivly changed in density to suit its hosts needs, plus it regulated body tempature and could seal most wounds. The suits helmet had a shock capacitator, nueral interfaces which worked with his reflex implant increasing his reaction time by about 300% of the normal humans. Also the suit and helmet could seal and recycle air for 120 minutes. Plus it had a tiny air packs stored throughout which could last about 120 minutes also. The final improvement to standard armor was its coating. The suit and had a coating which absorbed plasma hits and dispersed the energy thoughout the suit increasing its density by about 50 percent for 5 minutes. So the more hits the stronger it became.

Aaron thought he was in love, then he realized that he wasn't done either tommorow he gets his new weapon. Although for now he was going to go to sleep.

 

OOC: How does this involve the fleet commanders Sanc. What are we supposed to do while your fighting on the surface.

 

ooc: I don't think the other infantry soldiers know about the attack yet.
im not sure if we even will either,who knows.

 

All right, let me explain this. This is a mission for Lieutenant Harrell and his squad. Everyone else will hear about the war on Yanurua in one way or another, but won't get involved. I know, not the most interesting thing in the world, but everyone will get their share of action before long, I promise.

 

IC SnipeHunter

For the past hour and a half Snipe had been sending messages to jakie (The girl he met) right now they had started playing truth or dare.

She was asking for a dare so he told her to stand up and yell boring. So she did.

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IC:
Chris' eyes just started to close heavily when suddenly he heard someone stand up and shout out "Boring!".This surprised him,but his eyes burst open and he tried to contain his laughter.The thought of the expression on the GoA's face made him laugh also.He wondered what would happen to the stupid soldier who had done this histerical deed.

tag:anybody

 

OOC:I'm not sure if i should be the next to do a charicter response.

Also I'm going to be away on holiday for about a week or so and unfortunatly I wont beable to get online untill I get back so this is Snipe signing off for a while ((If the gm wants me to go anywere just say it happens but please message me to tell me everything I'll need to know))

Thanks guys
~Snipe

 

ooc:alrighty,dont feel like writing a post now maaybe later,catch ya later man

 

The Lieutenant, now in his combat gear, was reattaching the T5 grenade launcher to the rail mount on the AK567D SAR. Everyone else in the room was also securing weapons and ammo. Kevlill, the team's anti-materiel sniper, was carefully placing 22.5x197mm HE-APFSDS rounds into a magazine. Harrell jerked the bolt back on his assault rifle, then did the same to the slide of a Mk. 38 14.5mm silenced pistol. He shoved the pistol into his knee holster, and set the safety on the SAR.

With his squad now geared up, the Lieutenant turned to address them.

"All right, Marines, listen up," he thundered. "Some religious cult called the Order of Phobos has decided that they want to attack Yanurua's capital city, Reikarnran. Now, we all know what the Corps does to these cult bastards who worship rocks and what-the-hell-have-you, so that's what our job is. We're goin' to Yanurua to open up a can of whoopass on that cult, and nab their leader, some ***** who only calls himself 'The Endowed One.' So...what're we going to do?"

"KICK SOME ASS, SIR!" the squad roared.

"Whoooooo...I think my gun just went off!" the Lieutenant joked. "Now, get your **** together! ETA to normal space...ninety seconds!"

 

OOC: To hopefully save this game me and Sanctimoniously have concurred to edit the Yanura Situation a bit so here is the edited situation also all of you recieved notes on your PDA's telling you about the attack

Date: 1711 hours, 1 May 2222
From: Civilian Advisor Jarome Laforge ("Beta")
To: All HAMF and UAC Fleet and Infantry Members
Encryption: Gamma (Decryption: **NONE NEEDED**)
Subject: Trouble on Yanurua !!

To all HAMF and UAC members we thought that just First Lieutenant James Harrell's squad could handle the religous uprising on Yanura but they can't. We need the fleet members ASAP since the Order of the Phobos captured to UAC and HAMF Bomber Ships and are planning on destroying Yanura's capital city where the Majority of the Infantry men are stationed in an attempt to retake it. Also it turns out their leader is in a bomb shelter located under the capital building he will survive along with his advisors everyone will die. We need you guys to take them out. Also they have about 100 fighters and 5 destroyers. Good luck. Infantry we need you to assist First Lieutenant James Harrell's squad in taking back the city. Good Luck to all of you.

OOC: I should have my post relating to the situation soon.

 

The drop was surprisingly anticlimactic compared to the other ones the Lieutenant had experienced. Just the usual shake as the dropship sliced down through the atmosphere. No insanity of anti-aircraft fire, no loss of the cabin lights, no starships being blasted in half mere kilometers away, nothing. Half of his squad was asleep again. He flipped his radio on and punched his helmet, creating a loud squeal of feedback that could wake anyone up.

"Whoa! What the-?! Are we hit?" a rifleman said very quickly, the sound of an assault rifle bolt being charged following his voice.

"Wake your asses up," the Lieutenant snapped. "We're almost to the LZ."

The dropship spun once as the gound presumably cam closer, then the side doors (which also function as landing skids) slid open and the ship dropped quietly onto the ground in the middle of a field. The squad piled out and quickly swept the area to ensure a lack of hostiles. Once everyone had been assembled, the pilot nodded in their direction and nosed the dropship back into the evening sky.

He checked to make sure that his SAR was ready for combat, then brought it to bear. A targeting reticle and extra-ammunition display clicked into place on his head-up display.

"Calibrate your targeting sensors," he ordered. "Once we get into the city, hand signals only."

He ordered the squad forward, marksmen to front. Then, Beta's voice came over the Lieutenant's radio.

"Okay, your objective for the time being is to enter the city. My spysats show that your path into the city is clear. There is a smaller highway about three hundred meters to your northeast." A marker clicked into place on a map of the area at the top right corner of his HUD. "Use that road to enter the city. Further objectives upon reaching the city limits."

INFILTRATE CITY appeared at the top of the Lieutenant's HUD. He motioned for his squad to spread out. The highway was just beyond the clump of trees. They advanced slowly. Even though Beta's spy data said that the road was clear, one could never be too careful.

It was a mineral-based highway, and the lockdown system had been initiated. None of the vehicles in the traffic jam were operational, and there were no civvies in sight. He motioned for his squad to stay low.

POOMPF.

The ground suddenly quaked. The Lieutenant thrust his left fist into the air, the squad ground to a halt behind him, and he looked to the sky. A very long, thin, blue laser bolt flew straight up into space, ending in an explosion. It was a surface-to-orbit laser battery. That wasn't a good thing.

"Beta, did you-?" the Lieutenant began, but he was cut off.

"INCOMING!" someone roared. The Lieutenant counted four HAMF fighters, attack foils spread, diving straight for them, before the fighters opened up with a brief volley of laser fire. The bolts shattered the vehicles and tore chunks out of the mineral-based pavement, sending the squad diving for better cover. Then, the fighters screeched barely three meters over their heads, hurling wind over the squad and knocking a few more of them over. He jumped up, and saw the fighters rapidly shrinking into the distance.

That definitely wasn't good. The Lieutenant looked up, and saw a small space battle roaring to live over them.

"Beta..." he said, "I think...we've got a problem."

 

IC:Chris looked around,at his dull black combat boots,his dark brown eyes glistened slightly,suddenly his PDA vibrated on his leg,and he picked it up.The messae on his PDA read

Date: 1711 hours, 1 May 2222
From: Civilian Advisor Jarome Laforge ("Beta")
To: All HAMF and UAC Fleet and Infantry Members
Encryption: Gamma (Decryption: **NONE NEEDED**)
Subject: Trouble on Yanurua !!

To all HAMF and UAC members we thought that just First Lieutenant James Harrell's squad could handle the religous uprising on Yanura but they can't. We need the fleet members ASAP since the Order of the Phobos captured to UAC and HAMF Bomber Ships and are planning on destroying Yanura's capital city where the Majority of the Infantry men are stationed in an attempt to retake it. Also it turns out their leader is in a bomb shelter located under the capital building he will survive along with his advisors everyone will die. We need you guys to take them out. Also they have about 100 fighters and 5 destroyers. Good luck. Infantry we need you to assist First Lieutenant James Harrell's squad in taking back the city. Good Luck to all of you.

He thought to himself,"sweet some action baby".But he wondered,how would they get there? how will the units be organized?he wanted to go right away,but thinking he might have to wait started to make him just a bit angry.

 

IC: John Mandon

John was sat on his bridge when the message came through. John sat frustrated.

"Looks like them Marines havent done their job again. Set course for Yanurua, Engage altspace"

Those watching from the space station would have seen a streak of light as Mandon's ship and the rest of his fleet entered altspace.

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"Number two, send half the fleet to double speed, I want them to jump in behind the system, allowing us to attack from two fronts, as soon as we engage the enemy, order all ship to fire while surrounding the enemy. prepare the squadrons to destroy all fighter opposition."


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The Arbitor jerked as it exited altspace. Mandon shout "RED ALERT" as he saw the flashes of the space battle which had already started.




TAG: Space battle contenders.

 

"Lieutenant...my spysats are showing that you've entered the city," Beta said. "There is a UAC armoury two kilometers to your east. Data shows that it has not yet been touched by the rebels. Your next objective is to blow that armoury. Watch yourself, though; opposition will increase the deeper you get into the city."

REACH UAC ARMOURY marqueed into place on his HUD and a Nav marker showing where the armoury was clicked into place on his mini map. The sounds of gunfire were much closer now. An explosion roared up somewhere in the distance as the Lieutenant ordered his squad to the east, riflemen to front. His hands were beginning to sweat on the grip of his AK567D SAR. It was a very warm day on Yanurua, forty-fourth of 419 moons that orbited the supermass planet Aeara.

Still no opposition. Weird. They came to a corner about a kilometer away from objective, which they had no choice but to turn in order to get there. The Lieutenant put his left fist in the air, signaling the squad to come to a halt. MCPO Warren, the CQB maven of the squad, came forth at the motion of the Lieutenant's finger to check the corner. The noncom leaned around the corner, pointing his AK567CQ around the adjacent street with one hand.

After a moment, he turned to the Lieutenant and pointed northeast with three fingers, forewarning the squad of three hostiles to the northeast. The Lieutant nodded, and the noncom resumed position, his eyes narrowing as they stared down the red-dot scope of his rifle. His fingers moved to the trigger...then flattened it.

BDDDDA.

The Lieutenant could quite see if MCPO Warren got the person he was aiming at, but whatever happened, the enemy was alerted to their presence. Bullets sheared into the corner, sending concrete everywhere, and the petty officer diving for cover.

"Fire at will!" the Lieutenant shouted.

 

IC: Master Sgt. Aaron

Aaron was enjoying his new armor thoroughly when he recieved word that his assistance was required on Yanura. He took a military shuttle to the planet then from orbit dropped down to Lieutentant Harrel was last at. An armory in the capital city. When he dropped the area was hot, his rifle was set on 3 shot bursts, his motion tracker locked on to 3 targets standing in a line close to one another, with one shot the 3 men fell in a heap. Aaron saw Harrel pinned down, with one bite Aaron primed 2 grenades then threw them.

Aaron heard about 7 death screams and the firing stopped, then Aaron jogged up to Harrel, gave him a quick salute and said "Sir I heard you needed some extra firepower so here I am, what do you need."

Tag: Harrel