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locoace3
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the name kinda implies what genre this is

thanks to Sirnoobalot for the idea

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

Heavy gunner:HK MG4 LMG/MP783 "Red Dot" light laser MG/30mm plasma "Greenie" LMG, Sonj "Rustbucket" reactive armor/Active defense &quotinhole" armor/MK.IV MJINLIER armor,Mk.II combat blade,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,3 "frisbee" anti tank disc grenades

Shock trooper:TDI Vector SMG/M2275 Laser SMG/G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,Superlite alloy armor/S&N light combat armor/Laser charged light alloy armor,Mk.II combat blade,small painkiller syringe,field bandages, 2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades

Infantryman:HK417/432 JT bolt action plasma rifle/Gewerh Full Auto plasma rifle,Interceptor body armor/MK.I MJINLIER armor/Wull five Segment armor,Mk.II combat blade,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,4 ZX "Dragons breath" laser frag grenades

Sniper: DTASRS Sniper/QWERT "Rat Slayer" depleted uranium round sniper/RSN laser long range rifle, Ghillie suit/M1 light recon armor/LBSS (Light Bending Stealth System),Mk.II combat blade,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,2 "Smokey" smokescreen grenades

Heavy melee:none/Z5 laser halberd/H&K double plasma pike,Sonj "Rustbucket" reactive armor/Active defense &quotinhole" armor/MK.IV MJINLIER armor,Mk.II combat blade,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,2 Model 34 incendiary grenade


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


get to joining!

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Hypermnestra
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"Stake your claim," I call. "Who wants to sleep where? I honestly don't care where I sleep in this thing."
Also; I can haz bedroll?

SirNoobalot
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"I say FT Leaders be closest to the door in the worst spots. It is only fair."

locoace3
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they have bunks nice ones too military grade D (the best there is :P)

Hypermnestra
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I shrug. "All right," I say. "I'll take the door spot." Can we control our squad members, Loco? Like what they say?

locoace3
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yeh idc when your bored talking tell me and i'll get teh battle ready

SirNoobalot
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Jevron, in his stereotypical Brooklyn accent, yells, " Who are these tricks, tryin' to act all big n bad?"

Hypermnestra
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"Yeah, yeah," Jello mutters, "you New Yorkers are always tryin' to pick a fight, ain'tcha? Shutcher mouf'." He pulls a cigar from his pocket and is about to light it before changing his mind and tossing it on the ground in one corner of the tent. "Thass' my spot."

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Bubba, listening to some music on contraband music-chips (planted in skin next to ear, drowns out most other noise), quietly sits down on the spot Jello pointed at, oblivious to all noise.

"Ye got a prollem with New Yorkers?" Jevron says.

locoace3
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music-chips (planted in skin next to ear, drowns out most other noise)


i'll allow it
Hypermnestra
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"I din't pick a fight wif' New Yorkers," Jello answers, shrugging. "They picked a fight wif' me. For some reason, they jus' don't like people from Chicago. Dunno why." He walks over, pulls his cigar out from under Bubba and looks pointedly at him, unaware that Bubba can't hear him.
Rich raises his eyebrows at the antics of his comrades, but otherwise lets it go. He takes a seat in the center of the tent. "Is it okay if I sit here?" he asks quietly, with a faint German accent, but no one hears. Rich shrugs, draws his rifle, and begins to clean it, humming quietly to himself.

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The commander a tall general with short black hair and a "mexican" tan comes in and says with a bit of an accent

"Hola Chicas!"

is me :P

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Rick goes into the corner and obsesses over his weapon's cleanliness and upkeep, and Fats sits in the bed next to Bubba's.

"Oh, I did? Well it seems weh got a problem then." Jevron says, getting in JEllo's face.

OOC: for a Chicago accent, just slur all hard consonants like 'turn'. I do it all the time, i say 'churn' :P

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Rich, deciding he'd be better off with his own kind, changes his mind and sits down next to Rick.
"Yeah? Cha wanna make sumfin of it, den?" Jello asks, glaring down at Jevron(Jello is something like 6'3-6'4).
Shorty, standing at something like 5'6-5'7, conveniently decides to take the spot furthest away from Jello and Jevron. He then takes out his medical kit and begins to methodically inventory its contents.
Sharp, meanwhile, simply raises his thick eyebrows, lays down, leisurely leaning on one side of the tent(thus claiming that spot for himself), and watches Jello and Jevron with detached interest and barely-suppressed laughter.
Taylor decides that as long as no fists fly, he doesn't need to intervene. Yet.

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the unamed general looks around at the rabble going on
"Well i hope your not fighting, only filming an episode of 10 stooges"

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John lays down in bed on other side of Bubba and is fast asleep, acknowledging his lack of people skills would have intervening make the situation tenfold worse.

"Well yeh Chicago fools ain't go'n do nothing to a NEw Yorka..." He says, intentionally loosing up and turning away, fist clenched.

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