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Re: -*- The Men in Action -*- (Heroes of the Hour)
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danial828
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| 08 Sep 2013 09:54 AM |
"Why aren't we running?" Somebody said, with a look of worry in their eyes. The location was clear, the White House. It was being attack by somebody, an army - a powerful army. Their own army. The man who spoke rather worryingly was the President of the United States of America, James MacArthur. Another man, in a thin black suit, with a white ear-piece sticking out so obviously in his ear looked at him with confusion.
"There is nowhere to run, sir," The man said. "If we run out there, we get shot," He continued, with a look of worry, and fear deep within his eyes. "Sir, We're keeping you in here because the panic room has been overrun with soldiers, there is nowhere to hide." He finished - almost certainly knowing he was going to die. President MacArthur looked at him, "You have ended your own life to save me," He added. "You are the real, 'sir'," He pointed out, with a grin of happiness on his face, "Go, they will spare you if you say you killed me." The President finished - it was an honorable gesture, but they wouldn't believe it.
"Sir," The man in the black suit whispered. "They won't believe me, they won't believe us," He continued, a tear rolling down his cheek. "There is five of us, and about... five-hundred-thousand of them." He finished, looking ready to die, he stood up and walked to the barricaded window. They all could hear voices outside the door, and it was time that they were ready to shoot - the President however, he opened up a small trapdoor from under his table, which was nudged forward and tipped as a shield. It opened to a very dark passage, which lead to the Memorable Garden, a few miles North. The President went down, holding a flashlight close to his chest - followed by the five men in black suits. They locked the trapdoor behind them, and made a small tripwire - hooked with a grenade, as soon as the trapdoor was open, it would explode and kill whoever was trying to enter. Anyway, they all hurried down the tunnel- which was now underneath the almost incinerated gardens of the White House, they could hear war cries, many guards from the White House were still fighting, no, dying to keep the President, who they believed to be inside, alive.
"President, you go on from here!" A man in the black suit announced. "No, you must come with me." The President added. "We cannot, we will be easily noticed." "And don't you think I won't?!" The President cried.
They heard the trap go off, obviously some soldiers were killed - but they heard movement slowly heading towards them.
"Go!" The man in the black suit yelled, following the running President. All of the men in black suits followed, and were now in a small maintenance room, below the Memorable Garden. The President slammed the huge, steel door shut when the last man entered.
"Should take a while to get through this.." He grinned in relief, he may of just saved himself, and five other lives. They heard banging on the door, which kept repeating itself. They heard something being set up, Thermite Explosives. They would get through the door. This was a dead end, this room had no exit. Where had the exit gone, had it been demolished?
The door opened following the huge explosion, which caused some of the ceiling to collapse down - and kill a man in the black suit. The soldiers, who had committed forced entry, ran in, guns blazing - they had took down the rest of the men, including the President. The President, elected by his own people, killed by his own men.
His gravestone read,
' President James MacArthur, Elected President 2045 - 2046, Born 2019 - Died 2046.'
It wasn't long after, eighteen months actually, when America went to war with France. France had an empire which was based in glory, it held most of Africa, Afghanistan, Iran, Syria, UAE and Spain (Which invaded Portugal in 2039). America held nothing but North America. Canada and the Caribbean joined the USA, which made it a continental Empire, which lasted since 2016.
This war, was undoubtedly a World War.
Britain and Germany were the strongest alliance in Europe, with the exception of Russia, Montenegro and Ukraine - although they had all revolted against each other in 2041 due to a law, which was established in each country. They each formed an alliance known as 'Europe's Red Alliance', which hated the world, including America.
America, is now ran by a Government owned by the Military, much like Modern Day Syria or Egypt.
- Rules -
- You will follow all of these rules, or it will result in a ban.
- NPCs, who are people that aren't controlled by you, or other users, are easy to kill, but you must allow them to put up a fight.
- You can die.
- PvP is possible, and it more than likely will happen. Just try not to make yourself Over-Powered.
- No OP characters, or Mary/Gary Sues.
- Have fun, and put 'that' in your other's section.
- Countries Help -
Europe's Red Alliance: Britain, Germany, Ukraine, Montenegro, Russia. United States of America: Caribbean Islands, USA, Canada. French Empire: France, Iran, Syria, Most of Africa, Spain (Combined with Portugal), UAE, Afghanistan. Rest of the World: All other countries not mentioned are preparing for war, but currently neutral.
- Character Creation -
Name: /-\ge: Gender: Eye Colour: Hair Colour: Hair Style: Personality (4): Perks (3): Country From: Country Fighting For: Rank: Job in Military: Squad Members: Primary Weapon: Primary Weapon Attachment: Secondary Weapon: Secondary Weapon Attachment: Melee Weapon: Bio (4+ Lines): Other: |
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| 10 Sep 2013 11:52 AM |
Name: James Anderson /-\ge: 37 Gender: Malen Eye Colour: Dark blue Hair Colour: Auburn Hair Style: Clean, military stile cut. Personality (4): Confident, brave, strategic and strict. Perks (3): Stealthy, Sniper Speciality, Spotting. Country From: United States of America Country Fighting For: Czech Republic Rank: Major Job in Military: Platoon Leader Squad Members: Sergei Vladovski (Comms/Russian), Josh McTreys (Explosives/British), Jiri Virnok (Medic/Czech) Primary Weapon: CZ 750 Sniper Rifle Primary Weapon Attachment: Adjustable sniper scope (4x-8x) Secondary Weapon: CZ 75 Shadow SAO Secondary Weapon Attachment: Laser Sight Melee Weapon: Machete Bio (4+ Lines): Originally born in Chicago to a middle-class family who's dad was a cop and mum was a teacher. He was a fan of flying, and loved to go flying in jets. After hard study at school, he got an A in Aviation and joined the USAF. After 4 years of training, experience and combat he reassigned as a Flight Sergeant. He moved to Czech Republic a week after his parents' funeral. His parents died to a bank robbery shootout. He joined the Czech Armed Forces and served (and continues to serve) for around 15 years. Other: Yeah, uh, no. |
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danial828
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| 10 Sep 2013 02:59 PM |
(Accepted, Ultra, mate :))
Name: Arthur "Shadow" Ryan /-\ge: 28 Gender: M Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Dark Brown Hair Style: Military Cut Personality (4): Brave, Athletic, Friendly, Sociable. Perks (3): Good Accuracy, Maneuverability Skills, Technological Expert. Country From: England (Great Britain) Country Fighting For: Great Britain Rank: Flight Commander Job in Military: Royal Air Force Squad Members: Hook (British) and Jake (Irish). Primary Weapon: MP5 Primary Weapon Attachment: N/A Secondary Weapon: COLT Government. Secondary Weapon Attachment: N/A Melee Weapon: Military Knife.
Bio (4+ Lines): Arthur has been in the Military for six years, three being training. He mainly flies a C-130 aircraft, to deliver soldiers and supplies to the battlefront. He has been known to fight too, especially when flying a helicopter. He often lands to help clear the way. He can fly a C-130, F16, Gazelle (Helicopter) and an Apache.
Other: Aha. |
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minerface
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:03 PM |
Name: Ryan Will /-\ge: 37 Gender: Male Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blond Hair Style: Swoops To Side Personality (4): Agile, Cruel, Patriotic, Blood Thirsty Perks (3): Stealth, Quick, Juggernaut (Hard To Kill) Country From: Germany Country Fighting For: Germany Rank: Colonel Job in Military: Stealth Operations Squad Members: Jim, Tarr, Reck Primary Weapon: G36 Primary Weapon Attachment: Red Dot Sight Secondary Weapon: Walther Secondary Weapon Attachment: Silencer Melee Weapon: Curved Knife Bio (4+ Lines): In birth, this mother died. Later his father disappeared. He lived with his uncle until he was 18, then he left, and took a series of Military Colleges, and schools. Other: |
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danial828
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:04 PM |
Accepted.
Feel free to start. |
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minerface
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:09 PM |
| By the way, where is the setting? Or are we all around different places in the world? |
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danial828
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:14 PM |
USA vs. French Empire,
And Europe's Red Alliance is USA's ally. |
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minerface
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:16 PM |
(I think it's worldwide. Due to the factions etc.)
Anderson-
"Comrades, regroup on me!" I say in English. My squad, nicknamed 'Anderson's Boys', are on a recon mission in Germany. The German Forces told us to scout out a possible black market dealer. Czech forces are pretty much helping out German forces due to the fact that most german armed forces are out somewhere else and unable to attend. We walk cautiously across the ford, and then hide in the bushes and grass. We see an infantry patrol ahead. Two men, armed with AK74Ms, are approaching our position. I signal an 'open fire at will' to my squad, and they nod slowly towards me.
(That's it for now. GTG. Goodnight England.) |
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danial828
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:22 PM |
(2047)
~ Arthur Ryan ~
I looked down at the target. I was miles above the ground in an F16, speeding through the skies. We owned the sky in this area, over France. The French Empire may of had powerful land forces, but they were shocking in midair.
"Jake, on your six. Two MiGs, friendly." I nod, pointing to him through the glass. My other teammate followed me in a nose dive, losing 5,000 feet. |
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minerface
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:23 PM |
Will
"One at a time" I tell Reck. "It isn't a rush, really." I and my squad are on a recon mission, following whereabouts of a France encampment in Poland. "But still, can't we hurry this up?" Reck says. "No, if we all go the camera will catch our backpacks" I say. "True". "Alright, wait." "One, two, thr-, GO!" I tell Reck. The last coming. Tarr is all ready at the door, ready to breach. So is Jim, scanning on his CRG (Close Range Gps) about life forms in the building. Reck gets to the door, and I come up soon behind him.
(Btw, heres my squad jobs.)
Reck = Weapons Specialist Jim = Engineer Tarr = Combat Specialist
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danial828
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:25 PM |
~ Arthur Ryan ~
Hook continued falling down, his hydraulics weren't working to scratch. He managed to pull up, but he had about 1,500 feet to gain - to be on the same level as me.
Jake however was 5,000 feet above me, and was regrouping with the MiGs.
"Leaving your communication channel," Jake confirmed. "Roger that." I finished. |
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minerface
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:33 PM |
"BREACH!" I say. We take our positions inside the house and clear the building. "Clear!" We all shout. We all meet back in the center of the house. "Evac 0014." I say. "Yes sir" My squad says. "How are they supposed to get here, with all that Polish Military commission blockading? Reck Asks." "Well, actually General Jacta sent word in advance, they'll get about 10 minutes less delay, but the Polish still needs to make sure it's legit." Jim replies. "Yeah, right" Tarr says. "Alright, Jim blow the hole upstairs so we can jump over the fence" I say. "Yeah..." He replies.
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minerface
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:40 PM |
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Jim says. A large hole appears suddenly in the wall, followed by flying stone and rocks. "Go!" I shout. "Secure the perimeter, setting up long range sensors at 12 O' Clock, 10 yards." Reck says. "Copy" Jim says. We secure the perimeter, we all are guarding at different directions. "Setting it up" Reck repeats. A minute later, our recon sensor is up. "Scanning". Reck says.
"Wait-Wait a second! This isn't right, Alpha! (Me)" Reck says surprised. "What?" I ask. "I--I just got 5 combat-ready aircraft coming from the east, coming 260 per hour, and their combat systems are activated. Their unidentified!" Reck says. "Oh, out of all the sutations, this had to hap-" I was interrupted by an abrupt explosion.
Got some homework. Gtg for a few mins or so. |
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danial828
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:45 PM |
~ Arthur Ryan ~
Hook continued supporting me as we approached French airspace even deeper into the wilderness. I saw what looked to be a compound below.
"This is Panther 2-4, is anybody down there? Over." I asked through the radio.
(This is to you miner) |
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| 10 Sep 2013 04:01 PM |
Name: Andrew "Apollo" Apostolos /-\ge: 24 Gender: M Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Hair Style: Military cut Personality (4): Shy(As in, doesn't say much) Perks (3): Stealth, Quick, Marksman Country From: Greece Country Fighting For: Montenegro Rank: Lance Corporal Job in Military: Medic Squad Members: James "Griffin" Montgomery(British, Leader) Nikolos "Stalker" Apallos (Romanian, Sniper) Jason "Echo" Montgomery (British, Explosives) [Both Montgomery's are brothers. All weapons fromt his squad have silencers.] Primary Weapon: H&K MP5 Primary Weapon Attachment: Silencer Secondary Weapon: CZ-99 Secondary Weapon Attachment: Silencer Melee Weapon: N/A (Defibrillators) Bio (4+ Lines): Maybe later. Other: |
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| 10 Sep 2013 04:02 PM |
(Missed a bit here.)
Personality: Shy(As in doesn't say much) Patriotic, Doesn't trust people easily. He will do almost anything for his squadmates |
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minerface
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| 11 Sep 2013 06:04 AM |
| (I'm in Poland, but I could pretend I've been in France.) |
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| 11 Sep 2013 10:33 AM |
Anderson
"Silencers on, SD mags in." I whisper to my squad, as they take attach their silencers and replace their normal ammunition with SD rounds. I too put on my silencer and change the mag to SD. I aim at the sniper, ready to get a 2 for 1 kill. At the last second I signaled "Stand down. Enemy reinforcements." to my men. I hide once more, switching to my CZ75. There were a dozen or so men coming to the two other men, however, it seemed like this is where the black market deal was taking place. Perfect. After the dozen men arrive, a black Mercedez drives up, and from another corner a white van drives up. A man in a business suit stepped out of the Mercedez, holding a black suitcase. He walked up to the van with 5 men guarding him. "Have you got the suitcase nuke?" Asks the man with the suit in Czech. "Yes," replies a man stepping out of the white van. "Jorvik, bring it out!" shouts the man. Then, another man jumps out of the van, probably the Jorvik guy, and puts down the nuke. "Thank you for your co-operati-" says the man in the black suit, interrupted by the men from the van shooting him and his guards.
"Intercept!" I shout, and me and my squad point our guns at the dealers and shout "Drop your weapons!" in Czech. "It's OK, Anderson." says the driver of the van, surprisingly in fluent English. "It seems we meet once more. We're British, helping out the Germans. It seems you're on the same mission?" he asks me. "Yes, but our mission is to intercept the black market hub located somewhere nearby." I correct. "Anyway, we're going. See you, Brittons." I say, signalling my squad to move on. After 5 minutes, Sergei came up to me. "Hey, Major, what was that 'bout?" I answered somewhat secretly; "He's a friend of sorts. Helped me out, when I was USAF. Long story. Keep going." I say, as we walk out of the forest. |
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dw24cod6
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| 11 Sep 2013 02:14 PM |
Anderson-
As me and my squad walk down the German countryside, we spotted a vehicle. A black SUV, tinted windows. The numberplate however... It was a match to that of the confirmed black market 'lord' in this specific German region. My squad went into crouch position, obscured from view by bushes and trees. We kept moving closer, and finally spotted the HVT. "Alright, let's prep a sniper position. By that tree!" I quietly tell my men, crouch-running to the tree. I switched my CZ75 to my CZ750 and aimed. I took the shot, and hit the HVT in the neck, making him die nearly instantly, which was surprising. Then I took out the rest of his men and went to the SUV. We picked up some weapons; AK74Ms, PP19s, RPKs, SVDs and surprisingly a British AS50. We carried the weapons, and dug holes to burry the weapons so noone could use them. But I did keep the AS50. |
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dw24cod6
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| 11 Sep 2013 02:40 PM |
Name: Drew Wilde /-\ge: 38 Gender: M Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Style: Flattened down, a slight spikey-ness at back. Personality (4): Cold Hearted, Spiteful, Lone Wolf and quiet. Perks (3): Accuracy, Camouflage and Efficient at Killing. Country From: Britain Country Fighting For: Britain Rank: Colour Sergeant. Job in Military: Paratrooper Platoon Sergeant, Rifleman. Squad Members: Daniel Wickingham (Rifleman), Jacob Waylan (Communications, Rifleman) and Lee Hammond (LSW Gunner). Primary Weapon: Enfield SA80. Primary Weapon Attachment: Underslung Grenade Launcher. Secondary Weapon: G17. Secondary Weapon Attachment: None. Melee Weapon: Standard Combat Knife. Bio (4+ Lines): Joined the British Army at 22, served with the PWRR before going forward for the Paratrooper's, passed P-Company at 26, and has served in the Regiment ever since. Has the requirements for the SAS, but would rather stay in the Regular Army. Has quite the amount of Combat Experience, and aims to to remain a Soldier until Retirement. Other: ... |
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| 11 Sep 2013 02:57 PM |
(I'd say accepted. I hope I haz admin rites Danial ;3)
(But serious, accepted.) |
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dw24cod6
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