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
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, TF22 plasma magnum Health: 100/100 Armor: 150/150 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
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 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 tactic
OOC: He killed Shorty, too! :,(
"Sharp, keep shooting at them. Keep them running," Taylor calls. "Jello, Rich, now that the enemies have started to retreat I want you to slowly clear the area. Gather and inventory all the equipment, kill any enemies you find, get anyone injured to safety. But until they've really started to route, I want you to back me up." I will open fire on the Midors, aiming carefully and making sure that each shot is lethal.
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 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 tactic
you keep firing as the window above in the tower smashes and two bodies fly out
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic
"TAKE COVER!" Taylor yells, "get away from the falling bodies, Rich and Jello! SHARP! What the hell was that? Shoot it!"
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic
sharp doesn't respond as you see one of the bodies is sharp and he's fighting a Midor
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic
He should be okay, though, right? I mean...Midors are horrible at melee. "Rich, cover us!" I yell. "Jello, come with me! We have to help Sharp!" Go run and pull the Midor off of Sharp.
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic
Hoomen don't have melee either
the jumble of the two starts to move towards the destroyed barrier and an anti person shield surrounds them caused by OP himself
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic.
NO. NONONONOONO. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO PULL A QUI-GON JINN DEATH ON ME.
Stand by...as soon as that shield goes down, kill the Midor.
Please don't kill Sharp? I like Sharp, he's funny with his bourbon. And he has a family!
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, TF22 plasma magnum Health: 100/100 Armor: 150/150 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
OOC: you be so unfair! to Hyper and myself, also the anti-person shield...really?just really?
throw some nades after them and pick em off with controlled fire.
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic.
don't worry i wanna see what happens without you interfering
The midor smashes him in the face with his rifle and he stumbles backwards as the midor charges, but he braces and brings up a shoulder and slams the Midor
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, TF22 plasma magnum Health: 100/100 Armor: 150/150 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
lulz i have my quota of deathes for the day filled
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic.
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, TF22 plasma magnum Health: 100/100 Armor: 150/150 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
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic.
Taylor tears himself away from Sharp and the Midor, reminding himself where he is and that he can't help Sharp. "O-open fire on the other enemies!" Taylor orders shakily. He pulls his gun and starts to shoot at the retreating enemies. If anything happens with Sharp and the Midor, he will immediately turn to them again. Rich continues to watch the fight but Jello manages to obey his orders and opens fire on the enemies as well.
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, TF22 plasma magnum Health: 100/100 Armor: 150/150 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
Go and search through the Midor dead for any useful equipment, wounded, and the sort.
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], Hunter "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, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator Health: 50/100 Armor Health: 0/50 Personality: Merciful, businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, 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 tactic.
you go over to see the enemy have routed
you look bac to see Sharp jammng his knife into the Midors skull and the shield disappears
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, TF22 plasma magnum Health: 100/100 Armor: 150/150 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
you have no idea how to use their guns but there are no wounded
