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| 19 Oct 2011 08:50 PM |
The general’s hand slammed down on the wooden desk, sending a shock towards the other officials seated in the room.
“No, we are NOT bombing the Federation!” The general shouted in his innate British accent. The officials around had mixed feelings, some nodding in agreement while others snickered to themselves about how silly the general was being. Tim Meyers, the representative of the refugees from America, stood up to challenge the General.
“We have to bomb them now before they do it first. We all know that the European Coalition is not in the state to survive a full-on invasion, let alone a nuclear strike. We need to move first, and fast.”
More officials started nodding their heads, a few even risking applause. Meyers sat back down, congratulating himself on his own intelligence. Thirty years as a Senator before the U.S.’s collapse gave him the upper hand in politics.
Although, Meyers thought, they had been a very rough thirty years. In the wake of a second Great Depression, most governments around the world had collapsed. It wasn't long before China took control of most of Asia, now under the name of the United Federation of Asia. Realizing a large threat, the remaining European nations that were still a part of NATO evolved into the European Coalition, designed to protect nations from the “Communist influence” of the United Federation.
Everyone’s worst dreams came true when the UFA suddenly bombed Russia and the U.S. into burning rubble without a formal declaration of war. Very few people made it out of the irradiated countries alive. Now the UFA had become a very real problem to the Coalition, and everyone around the world. Both governments were now locked in a back-and-forth game of threats and building weapons, reminding the few educated people left alive of the 1960’s Cold War.
Meyers waited for a response from the general. “There are other options,” the general began. “We can send in a team. Figure out what they’re up to, and stop it. We don’t have to destroy the rest of the planet.”
Meyers thought about it. “Agreed. I’ll lend my best operative to the team.”
Another official stood up. “Ja! I will send mine in as well! The Federation must be stopped!” He said, speaking with a thick German accent. Other officials from numerous countries began to stand up pledging their own units to the small task force that would hopefully end the problem peacefully. Meyers stopped himself, he was thinking too optimistically.
There was never a peaceful outcome of things.
[The main characters of this roleplay are going to be inside the task force.]
-RULES- ~ Proper grammar and spelling is a MUST. ~ Do not kill other people's characters. Don't control other people's characters. Its okay if they give permission. ~ Add "Cold War" at the end of your Character Sheet so I know you read everything. ~ You must be accepted by my friends before you Roleplay. ~ Only I can tell who can accept other people. ~ Think realistically. This is VERY IMPORTANT.
-Friends- Me. (derp) MoppytheIntense6 Seamusblox
-Character Sheet-
Name: RPAge: Gender: Appearance: Clothing: (Should be war-friendly clothing. derpderp) Country Representing: (There is no more America and Russia. None of them unless I gave you permission) Weapons: Skill Set: Biography: |
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chaseer3
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| 19 Oct 2011 09:17 PM |
-Character Sheet-
Name: Ambros Wulf
RPAge: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: Caucasian, but slightly tanned skin. Icy blue eyes. Stands at about 6' 1", and weighs in at about 180 lb. Has light brown hair that is cut short. His face is cut in places.
Clothing: Wears a dark red beret that shows Ambros was in the special forces. Has a black shirt and black pants. His boots match with his clothes and are also black. Wears a protective vest covering his torso that's colored a dark grey. He also wears protective knee pads and elbow pads. Rope is tied around onto his vest. Many pouches contain ammo and other useful equipment.
Country Representing: Germany
Weapons: Heckler and Koch MP5, Heckler and Koch USP, and a combat knife.
Skill Set: Very good with bombs. Other skills include stealth, swimming, climbing, and leadership.
Biography: Ambros finished the training courses very quickly, doing much better than many other candidates. He was quickly introduced into the special forces of the German army. He excelled in combat, and proved a good leader. The scars on his face are just a reminder of his long, bloody past in the military.
Name: Tim Meyers
RPAge: 59
Gender: Male
Appearance: Caucasian. There are many wrinkles on his face from his age. He has green eyes and stands at 5' 7", weighing in at about 210 lb.
Clothing: A blue suit with a red tie. Wears a white shirt beneath the suit. Black pants. Wears commendations from his time in the Navy.
Country Representing: Refugees of America
Weapons: Carries an M1911A1 sidearm pistol for precaution.
Skill Set: Politics, charm, a good liar.
Biography: Meyers served in the U.S. Senate for thirty years after he was elected when he was 25, representing Colorado. Only a few years ago, he was forced to evacuate as nuclear weapons were launched towards D.C., among many other main cities of the U.S. He was then elected to represent the remaining Refugees of America in Parliment, the HQ for the European Coalition. |
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| 19 Oct 2011 09:42 PM |
(ABOUT TIME. DANG.)
Name: Devin F. Dockson
RPAge: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Amer-Asian- Jet Black hair- Short, and natural messy- Dark tan from all the time spent outdoors- Left eye Hazel, right eye chocolate brown- 6' 8"- 158 Lbs.
Clothing: 1'' bulletproof vest-Army Cargos-Thick Long Sleeve Tshirt-Heather Grey Military Cap- Colors all darkish grey.
Country Representing: America (CHU BE LETTIN' ME BRAH)
Weapons: Adaptive Combat Rifle Attatchments: Silencer(DUH) EOTech 517 Holographic Sight. SECONDARY: 1911 MC Operator
Skill Set: Enhanced Vision(Range he can see up to, ect.) Enhanced Agility, Endurance, Strength
Biography:Devin was captured at the age of 31, and was tested on relentlessly. The tests where taken place after the destruction of the U.S. and Russia.The tests also gave him enhanced instincts, and abilities. Though, through the brutal process, he received lung cancer. At certain times he has minor hallucinations, and has minor asthma attacks. These are uncureable. He can sometimes delay the process, but never stop it permanently. |
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| 19 Oct 2011 09:43 PM |
(This was kind of rushed, so I'll correct everything tomorrow night.)
(P.S. COLD WAR)
(Or whatever was there. Me forgets. :3) |
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| 20 Oct 2011 08:55 PM |
| (WEAPONZ: ADD DE' KNIFEY. :>) |
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| 21 Oct 2011 10:51 PM |
| ( Kay. We'll start now, I guess. ) |
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| 21 Oct 2011 11:11 PM |
The C-27J Spartan cargo aircraft shook at the high speeds it was traveling. Ambros looked over the few other soldiers that made up his international task force. Being the highest ranked in the military before the governments collapsed, he was chosen to be the leader of the team for the mission. Ambros looked down towards the ramp as he heard his radio crackle on.
"ETA Five minutes. Get ready to jump," Ambros heard through the static. He stood up.
"Alright, people," Ambros began in his German accent, "get your stuff ready. We're almost over Moscow." He grabbed his parachute from a top his seat and threw it over his shoulders. |
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| 21 Oct 2011 11:22 PM |
Devin I complied, grabbing the strap from my parachute and pulling it from the bottom of my seat. I checked my supplies, making sure I had a surplus of ammo. As I fastened the straps on my chute, I came up behind Ambros.
"How many jumps have you completed?" I asked him. He seemed tense, "This is my twelfth jump.." |
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| 21 Oct 2011 11:29 PM |
Ambros looked at Devin and smiled. "I have done many jumps, but usually not into a nuclear waste zones, and they were into places where I knew where the enemy was," Ambros said. He shifted the pack on his back nervously. "I don't know where they are anymore. It's unnerving."
Ambros's radio went off again. "We're ready to jump in one minute," the British pilot said. "Ramp is opening."
Ambros looked over and watched the Cargo aircraft's ramp shudder, then lower down. The cold Russian wind engulfed the inside of the cargo area. |
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| 21 Oct 2011 11:54 PM |
(Changing my RP style. :>) Devin put his hand on Ambros's shoulder, "My whole squad was shot down before my eyes. We where wandering in unknown territory. The enemy took me prisoner and did countless tests on me. Due to those tests, I have cancer, and hallucinations. I never have a good night of sleep. But you should see me in combat." Devin slid my hand off his shoulder and walked to the edge, "I'll see you soon," He took in the cool wind whipping against my chest, "Ambros."
Devin slowly leaned foward and fell from the plane. One by one, Devin notices the other members of the squad fall from the cargo plane. Everything was calm. Not until he sees the picture of bombers overhead. Bombs dropping from the belly of the metal beasts. They fell upon the city, tearing it apart.
Devin shake the thought out of my head, and pull the pin on my chute. As Devin floats down, the wind catches him and forces him into a nearby shattered office building. Shattered glass cuts at the chute and pack.
Devin claws at the chute, soon ripping it away from him. He let the pack slide from his shoulders and saw the others at the ground already. Devin stares at his ACR and flicks it off safety, and proceeds to sneak through the ruins.. |
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| 22 Oct 2011 12:04 AM |
Ambros watched as Devin jumped off the plane. He slowly walked towards the edge and looked down into the cold abyss that awaited below. The winds bit fiercely at his face. Ambros took one last deep breath and leaned forward. Gravity acted quickly and pulled Ambros down towards the Russian ruins.
Ambros watched as Devin pulled his parachute free far below him. Devin was ripped into a building because of the wind. Ambros swore to himself. A few seconds later, Ambros pulled his own chute.
The sudden stop pulled his shoulders harshly. A few moments later, he hit the ground. Ambros ripped the parachute free from his back and dropped it on the ground. He quickly pulled his MP5 from his back. He awaited the other few members of his team to land. |
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| 22 Oct 2011 12:16 AM |
(Going to get off after this post)
Devin reached a staircase, and looked it up and down. He heard crackling above, and soon decides to go further into the building. Devin slowly made his way up the stairs, his holographic sight up to his eye the whole time. As he reached the top, he heard Russian chatter. Devin slowly placed his back to the wall and peeked around the door. He saw four men. Wearing torn Russian clothing. He sat down and listened to the conversation.. |
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| 22 Oct 2011 12:24 AM |
Name: Kshatyrias Potyr-Svanskistas RPAge: 34 Gender: Male Appearance: Jet black hair-Icy Blue eyes- 5' 9'' Clothing: Torn Spetsnaz clothing, vest, pants, boots, and beret.(Belive I spelled that correctly?) Country Representing: Russia! (OLOL) Weapons: Anything he can get his hands on. Currently using: Fusil Automatique Léger, no attatchments. Sidearm: USP 45. Small tactical knife Skill Set: Explosives-Headshots-Survival Biography: He was living in the city during the bombing, and lived through it. There are a few things running through his mind: Killing whoever is responsible, keeping his friends Zotyr and Romulus alive, and surviving this mess. |
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| 22 Oct 2011 11:44 PM |
The ashes swept up around his boots as Ambros moved through the broken city. He reached an opening to the building where Devin landed in, and waited for the others to catch up. He swiftly kicked the rusted metal door, and it fell into its back. Ambros led the team inside.
After finally finding the stairs, Ambros and his team began to climb their way up to the floor they guessed Devin landed in. The damaged wooden stairs creaked as they were finally being used again after so many years. Ambros pulled a silencer from his vest and attached it to the end of his MP5. He didn't want the mission to be screwed up so early. |
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| 22 Oct 2011 11:56 PM |
Devin heard soft, but noticeable footsteps coming up the stairs. He peeked back around the door, and crouched down. Devin slowly walked past the doorway, and placed his left hand on the rusted railing. He peeked over the edge, soon spotting swift movements coming around the corners of the staircase. He sneaked back to the doorway, and saw that the three men had split up, and where peeking out the windows most concealed, but conveiniently accesable. Devin heard the footsteps become closer, and he spun around, the silencer placed against the nose that belonged to a familiar face. He lowered his rifle, and checked the room once more.
"Three Russians," Devin whispered quickly, "Inside. They seem like survivors, hiding from the UFA. I expect the survivors in my country doing the same.. Anyways, Ambros, what do we do?" |
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| 23 Oct 2011 12:01 AM |
Ambros looked irritated. He hated having guns right in his face, or anything for that matter. "Let's wait," he began in a whisper, "see what they're up to. We'll talk to them if they're friendly."
Ambros moved quickly to a different position where he could clearly see the Russians, and shoot all three of them quickly. He thumbed the safety off and watched them, waiting for them to speak. His understanding of Russian was broken and poor, but it would have to do. |
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| 23 Oct 2011 12:12 AM |
Kshatyrias looked to Romulus, the marksman of the three. "Ромул, видишь ли ты что-нибудь?" [Romulus, do you see anything?] Romulus looked at Kshatyrias with a look of relief on his scarred face. "К счастью, я не делаю." [Fortunately, I do not.] Kshatyrias nodded, then turned to Zotyr. " Видите что-нибудь сами, Zotyr? [Do you spot anything yourself, Zotyr?] "нет" [No]
Devin waiting longer. Silence fell upon the room after "Zotyr's" swift reply. He turned to his squad, and translated the convorsation, seeing that Ambros was still deciphering it. |
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| 23 Oct 2011 12:19 AM |
Ambros pieced together the words he knew from the three Russians' conversation. After a few minutes, he figured it out in his head. He smiled because they didn't knew his team was here. They looked tired and lost, though, and Ambros knew that look. The Americans had it on all the time back in England. It was the look of a refugee.
Ambros decided he needed these three on his side, because it sure didn't look like they were on the UFA's side. He stood up and dropped his gun to his side.
"It seems we all are on the same side, ja?" Ambros said in the best Russian he could muster. He left the yes in German, to identify that he was against the UFA as much as the Russians were. Ambros lifted his left hand all the way in the air, and his right hand half way, so that he could grab his gun quickly. He remembered he still had the safety off. |
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| 07 Jul 2012 10:33 PM |
The darkness covered the rest of the squad like a cloak. Devin stands up next to his German comrade. His hands spread wide open level with his shoulders. "Us four have a bit in common, no?" Devin cared not to speak in Russian, he figured that an American would give them a feeling of trust toward the team.
The three glance toward each other, speaking in short, swift, Russian sentances. Romulus, who Devin assumes is the leader of the three, steps forward. "You two are European Coalition?"
"Yes, sir, we are." Devin replies. Devin looks back through the open doorway, a question to Ambros asking if the team should reveal themselves. |
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| 09 Jul 2012 07:11 PM |
Ambros waited, shifting his eyes to each different Russian. After a few tense moments, he spoke up. "Alright, you guys can come out." The rest of the squad stepped from the shadows.
The two Russians behind their leader reached for their guns in surprise. Romulus chuckled. "Not many people can sneak up on me, I'll give you that," he said. "So, what is it that brings you to our 'beautiful' homeland?"
Ambros let his hands back down to his side. He pushed the safety back on for his MP5. "The EU sent us here to stop the Federation from launching nuclear weapons." He walked over to the window of the ruined building. "Seen anything that could point us towards something like that?" |
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| 09 Jul 2012 08:16 PM |
"No. We have been here looking for the Federation." Romulus answers.
"We haven't seen a single Fed." Zotyr follows up almost immediately.
"Well, damn." James, the team's Saboteur, speaks up from the back. "Oi! What'll we go off now, lads?"
The team stays silent before Brandon, the team's support specialist talks, "Hey, mates, can we settle down here for a bit?"
The Russians exchange glances, hesitant about the Team setting up camp in the abandoned building. They allow the team to stay, but Troy, the team's DM, helps them keep an eye out. The darkness covers the city, making it very difficult for Troy and the Russians see any Feds down in the streets, even in some buildings. |
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