it is the year 2280 earth made contact with many different alien species making the desolate space of past into a habitat crawling with different species but all is not well, many different wars were caused by the Xenophobia of earth in their past before they went out themselves to find people you will command a small fireteam to begin but maybe you can advance to command a whole army
Races:
Midors: tall, red aliens with long faces and slender bodies, they are super smart but weak. they have advanced armor technology far but not melee technology which is average (an important part of these wars), their guns are up to snuff but not special (laser weapons with varying levels of power) they live to be 240
they are at war with the humans and help the Fandors
Fandors: almost a brother race to the Midors, they are hooman sized with very broad shoulders and a pig like face, their skin color varies from green, to dark grey. Their melee weapons have incredible strength, their guns are also up to snuff, but their armor can be compared to those of the human barbarian of the past they live to be 160 they are at war with the hoomen and help the Midors
Helghast: they have a completely pale white complexion and are much slimmer then hoomen this is a slave race, under the grateful control of the Humans who they shall die for. Everything about them is average. they usually live to be 40
Humans (Hoomen):the race living on the big blue marble. Their Weapons are much more advanced, but melee is non existent, and have average armor. They live to be 80/90
Malkians: mercenaries, fight for any side that pays they are foot taller than the average human, purple, with long tails their weapons are primitive and they have no melee weapons but they have the most advanced armor
Classes:the list goes with weps and armor primitive/average/advanced depending on the race
Light melee:none/dual laser sabers/plasma Khopesh (sickle sword) with small plasma wrist shield,Superlite alloy armor/S&N light combat armor/Laser charged light alloy armor,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,4 Model 34 incendiary grenade
and you can make your own class
Char sheet
Name: Age: Gender: Race: Class: Side: Human faction, or Fandor-Midor unified nation Squad: 4 (put how what class each squad member is and their names) Weapons: Armor: Misc.: you can make 5 Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Phy.Desc.: Traits: i make from your personality/or desc. Bio: Perk: i make from bio
Jello decides to back off as well. "No sur," Jello tells the commander. "Just messing wid each oder." Sharp grabs his canteen filled with whiskey and takes a gulp of it ASAP just to fill his mouth with something before he bursts out in laughter and spills the beans to the general. Rich, having finished cleaning his weapon, reassembles it quickly and jumps to his feet, at attention. Shorty is so startled by the sudden appearance of the commander that his hand slips, hits the first aid kit, and scalpels and syringes scatter all of the floor of the tent. Shorty curses under his breath and starts to gather them up and put them back in the first aid kit methodically. Taylor stands stiffly at attention and salutes. "Atten-hut!" he yells. No one really listens.
"Yes, sir," Taylor replies. Rich salutes as well, but the rest of Taylor's firesquad just watch. Sharp takes another, smaller sip of his bourbon and yawns.
JEvron turns around and rocks Jello with a hard left hook to the left side of the head, then a 2nd hook in due course to the right side w/ right hand.
JEvron used to be a street fighter, which is why he got drafted... (his fathers had connections that prevented him getting drafted at first, but such a major crime couldn't be ignored)
unamed general looks over at Rich and looks sharp and walks up to Michael and says "don't tell me these guys act like this in battle" with a small smirk
"Son of a *****!" yells Jello, grabbing his slightly-bleeding head. He takes a huge right hook at Jevron, punching him squarely on the jaw. Sharp finally loses it, and starts cracking up, doubling over with laughter. Shorty jumps out of the way of the fighters. Taylor intervenes and pulls Jello off of Jevron and vice versa, muttering under his breath. Rich stands behind Taylor, ready to back him up if need be.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: corporal Squad: 4 Squad Members: Karl "Rich" Richthenhofer[Infantryman], Joseph "Jello" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Matthew "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Sean "Shorty" Mason[Medic(made my own class)]. Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Claymores[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,small painkiller syringe,field bandages, 2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,lazer designator Health: 100/100 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'2, Ivy League Haircut, Dark Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Tan, Muscular. Traits: intelligence is the key: you can hack enemy terminals for info or planning Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military. Perk: double draftee: your previous experience makes you more knowledgeable in enemy tactics.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick Jameson, Sniper; "Fats" Boeffers, Combat Medic; "Brooklyn" Jevron Freeman, Infantryman) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade,BEM-5 rocket Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
Sharp sets down his bourbon before he spills it all over himself and recovers his composure enough to answer Rick. "Those two *******es butting heads, that's what's so funny. It's so obvious they're doing it so they look tough...compensating for something?" He grins. Taylor is not bothered by Jevron in his face. "Calm down," he tells Jevron evenly. "Remember where you are." Rich stands between Jello and Jevron just in case. "Yeah," Jello says, curling his lip. "Take a chill pill, Jevron, 'fore you get hurt." "And you!" Taylor says, glaring at Jello. "SHUT UP and SIT DOWN!" Shorty walks over to John and explains what's happening.
Name:John Marti'is Age: 30 Gender:M Race:Hoomen Class:Infantryman Side: Human Squad: 4 ("Bubba" Jones, Heavy Gunner; "Slick" Rick Jameson, Sniper; "Fats" Boeffers, Combat Medic; "Brooklyn" Jevron Freeman, Infantryman) Weapons: Plasma Rifle [full auto], MK.|| Combat blade,BEM-5 rocket Armor: Interceptor body armor Misc.: small painkiller syringe, field bandages, 4x ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades, x2 Satchel Charge, Radio, Laser Targeter (for artillery/orbital strikes), Binoculars, Laser Knife. Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: Talkative, Forsrs, Prejudicial. Phy.Desc.: Sleek, 5'10", medium build, Brown slick hair, furry eyebrows, pronounced chin; O-shaped birthmark on left collarbone Traits: shorty: your shortness makes you more maneuverable Bio:John was born on a space colony on the Moon. He never actually got to be on Earth, but always admired it during the daytime (which always varied whilst on the Moon). He received a rather meager education on this base, as it was quite far away from any supply landing areas, but he still got the best grades in the miniscule class. He became very good at Hockey eventually, becoming a Defenseman. The equipment was limited, but then it got unmeasurably worst.... The Xeno-wars, as it was referred to by the general populace, started, and supplies became very meager... Oh but the propaganda was all over the place! drawn in by the tales of glory and valor, John signed up to both help feed his family and because of the near-brainwashing.... Halfway through training, he was singled out for the special fire teams instead of the Regular army, and was put in charge of one following completion. Perk:Luna(get it?)tic:all that propaganda and wanting to become a hero, you ignore pain a bit more so you take less damage
Fats explains to John what happened, and John goeos and talks quietly with Jevron. He calms down eventually, and then taps Bubba, and they all get saddled up and outside within the minute.
