AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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These following recordings were found after the mysterious disappearance of a group of Planet Colonial Service, that were scouts on the newly discovered planet fit to for colonization without terraforming. Apart from the recordings of a person only known as 'Daltos,' there was a partially set up camp bearing the crest of the PCS. The following is the tapes which we understood, most of them have got unknown, screeching-like sounds and nothing else.
"First day of work, and I'm already assigned to scout out a planet! Man, I wish you were here, Jean. Me and the rest of the squad are mostly setting up our camp today. Say hello to the children."
"So far, so good, Jean. Managed to put up only our tents and reconstructed a few makeshift beds. The PCS is sending in some crates, usually filled with food and ammo. Tomorrow, we will gear up and maybe trek up the horizon. Wish me luck. Love, Dalto."
"Third day. This is bad. We lost someone. The only thing we heard is poor Querry screaming, weird. Now we are taking turns to guard camp. Something is out there Jean, I really hope I hold off until they extract us."
"Jean..." Loud gasping was heard. "I need you to tell whoever you can! This planet is RIDDLED with huge spiders, I'm the only left, I survived only by locking myself into one of those supply crates. GIANT SPIDERS ARE AFTER ME, Jean, I NEED HELP. TELL WHOEVER YOU CAN..!"
The next tape was only screaming.
The PCS has alerted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, noting to them that men were killed on the scouting of a planet. The MoFA alerted the army in a reaction, they were determined to take this planet after Earth is being overcrowded. I mean, we are so determined that we sent TEN. Yes, I mean TEN Arbiter-class ships over the landscape of this planet. We are going to do a mass land-grab over here. We will succeed.
~Rules~
We use modern weapons.
Our only source of ammo is crates, and dead soldiers.
No ubering/godmodding.
No controlling others.
Basic ROBLOX rules.
Story roleplaying.
Grammar is mandatory.
Add 'Arach' under your CS for acceptance.
I lied, add 'Phobia' under your CS.
~CS~
Name:
A.ge:
Rank:
Primary weapon:
Secondary weapon:
Primary weapon attachments:
Secondary weapon attachments (Please be realistic, no sniper scopes on revolvers.):
Appearance (Fill below)
Head:
Torso:
Arms:
Legs:
Biography:
Others: |
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DruidN00BJoin Date: 2011-07-11
Post Count: 454 |
Name: "Fives"
A.ge: 26
Rank: Private?
Primary weapon: M16 Carbine
Secondary weapon: DE (That means Dessert Eagle for all you smart folks out there.1)
Primary weapon attachments: Grenade Launcher
Secondary weapon attachments: Extra Ammo Packet
Appearance (Fill below)
Head: Brown, short hair. Usually he has a Skull Mask.
Torso: Chesterfield and light armor.
Arms: Gauntlets and light armor.
Legs: Again, Light armor. Usually has a Knife carried on his right leg.
Biography: (Is this required? ._. )
Others: Serious and not much of a fun guy.
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DruidN00BJoin Date: 2011-07-11
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( So do I add "Phobia" or Arach? ) |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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(Phobia, if you paid attention. Biography is needed.
I'll make mine now. We start by being deployed onto the planet.) |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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Name: Rerac Scarver
A.ge: 23
Rank: Lance Corporal
Primary weapon: FN P90
Secondary weapon: G18 (Glock 18)
Primary weapon attachments: Attached laser sight and torch, and also a ACOG scope. Lastly, he has a sling.
Secondary weapon attachments: Extended magazine and silencer.
Appearance (Fill below)
Head: MICH, desert camouflage. Balaclava that covers the entire face except the eye, which goggles cover. He has a detachable binocular attached to the front of his MICH helmet.
Torso: A light, non-heavy, jet black vest designed to only stand small arms. He has a strap which carries his FN P90, and 2 belts crisscrossing, waist to waist, carrying his G18 and ammunition.
Arms: Long sleeved desert camouflaged shirt with thick, gripped black gloves. He has a strap on his left arm holding an extra magazine.
Legs: Desert camouflaged trousers, his right knee is covered with a protective pad and his left leg has a strap that holds a knife. He has lace-up, dusty boots.
Biography: Rerac was born into a wealthy, yet cruel family. He had been noted that for many generations, it was normal for the House of Scarver to be arrogant and ignorant. However, this chain broke when his father met a soft, thoughtful girl. Apparently, Rerac maintained his mother's calmness and pity, which angered his father. He was sent to military camp for compensation. Soon after joining, he became a technical specialist. But he was shunted into a vacant fireman squad after his squad was destroyed in a conflict during a tour in Afghanistan. He is adept at both weaponry and technical talents.
Others: Rerac, like said, is a calm and fixed person. He often does not like to conflict, but instead, usually the one breaking up fights.
Phobia. |
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( I like the idea...it seems very creepy....but i won't join, for i dont know anything about guns or similar stuff, ill watch from afar. Safe in my study watching you die before my eyes.) |
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DruidN00BJoin Date: 2011-07-11
Post Count: 454 |
( Wikpedia: Google "List of Pistols/Rifles" )
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gamer325Join Date: 2007-12-15
Post Count: 7106 |
Name: "Sanjay"
A.ge: 27
Rank: Specialist
Primary weapon: SW 500
Secondary weapon: N/A
Primary weapon attachments: scope (there are scopes on pistols and revolvers)
Secondary weapon attachments (Please be realistic, no sniper scopes on revolvers.):
Appearance
Head: Black head of unkempt hair and black eyes, red helmet
Torso: red armor
Arms: red armor and grey gloves
Legs: red armor
Biography: born into an indian family of 5, sanjay never was one to think much. he signed up for the army at 25 due to financial difficulties after moving out of his family's household.
Others: Phobia
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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(Gamer, please be more descriptive in your appearance. I do not know what you mean by 'red armor.') |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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Rerac
My visions cleared as I woke up. For a moment, I did not know where I was. Soon, I recognized the door and a sink. I was on my home ship. I got up, shoving my blankets off my bed, I strapped on my combat arms, yawning. I looked left and grabbed my P90 and G18, then proceed to take my magazines. I loaded my weapons and headed out. Today the hallway was bustling. It seemed everyone woke up at the same time as me. I walked left, to the deployment zone. |
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fuipuiJoin Date: 2009-10-04
Post Count: 5206 |
(Hey, Alpha. This looks interesting, slightly reminds me of that movie that came out a while ago. Apollo 18 or something.)
Name: Stephen "Brains" Watson
A.ge: 25
Rank: :l Erm, Private?
Primary weapon: Sniper Rifle (I don't know much about guns....)
Secondary weapon: Pistol
Primary weapon attachments: Uh, scope, of course.
Secondary weapon attachments (Please be realistic, no sniper scopes on revolvers.): None?
Appearance (Fill below)
Head: Head is a sort of balloon shape, reaching to a slightly pointed chin with a small scar on it. Thin eyebrows over green eyes. Slightly pointed nose (And ears), One tooth has a chip in it, mouth often in the form of a foolish grin.
Torso: Skinny to the point it looks unhealthy, with a small trace of what he calls abs but are really his ribs.
Arms: Small and frail-looking, with bony shoulders and spindly fingers.
Legs: Pretty much like his arms, small and frail.
Biography: First of all, he was born in Massachussets, moving to Virginia early in his life. He lived there to the age of 18, before going up to Maine for college. He eventually decided to do (Whatever the hell the people are doing on this thread) and was sent to scout a new planet. Nickname "Brains" because he seems to be stupid (however, you don't know whether or not that's true. :3) Stephen has Lincoln's Disease, which causes him to be unusually skinny/light. (Look it up.)
Others: Has a slight PHOBIA of mirrors. Some sort of New England accent. |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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(Accepted Fuipui, you may start.
By the way, I'm usually not on at this time. Right now I'm at school.) |
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fuipuiJoin Date: 2009-10-04
Post Count: 5206 |
(I have a little thing called a headcold. :l)
Stephen awoke, and stepped into the hallway. It was crowded. Had everybody woken up this ear--He looked at his watch, and a look of panic spread over his face. He ran back into his (Room?) and dressed before heading off to the deployment (center?). |
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(( I clicked this because I'm arachnophobic. Wow I'm stupid.)) |
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mat1099Join Date: 2009-04-04
Post Count: 2186 |
(Will be joining tomorow! For now I gtg.... ._.) |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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(We go onto the planet by Gene Reforms. It a process where you get a sample of yourself, and then they kill you to prevent deja vu, and use your sample to clone yourself onto the designated destination. For cowards, we use jets :3)
I looked around, ticking my P90 into a safety. A large beep, and everyone stopped. I can tell why, the AI was announcing something.
"34th and 81st platoon please report to Gene Reforming bay for deployment."
I shuddered, I was in the 81st platoon. I slung my P90 over my shoulder and broke into a sprint, I skidded, reaching the elevator, I stepped in, waiting for the elevator to power on. It was a common problem to turn on things in this sector. I leaned against the wall of the elevator, waiting impatiently. |
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fuipuiJoin Date: 2009-10-04
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"Hate these things," Stephen muttered, having also reached the elevator. "Which Platoon are you in? I'm in 81." |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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"Me too." I said, looking around, the light was slowly getting brighter. "C'mon." I said impatiently. Soon, the light was completely bright. "Finally." I exclaimed, a tinge of happiness in my voice. I pressed a button that read "Gene Reforming." The elevator dropped down, and soon the door slides open and forward was many pods and crates and crates of vials and guns. I stepped forward, watching a man being shot in the head. |
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fuipuiJoin Date: 2009-10-04
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"Oh, how fun," Stephen grimaced. "See you there." He stepped into one of the pods. |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
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"See ya." I said, climbing into one of the pods. I looked around and saw a operative come to my pod. 'We already have your vial, Mr Scarver." He said. He raised a Desert Eagle. "Ready?"
"Yes." I replied, closing me eyes.
BANG. Everything went black. Soon, light came back, I woke up, standing on the surface of the planet. I appeared on a raging storm in the desert. I looked around, looking for my platoon. |
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Berry17Join Date: 2010-11-06
Post Count: 2623 |
~CS~
Name: Sky
A.ge: 10
Rank: Archer
Primary weapon: Bow
Secondary weapon: NaN
Primary weapon attachments: Arrow
Secondary weapon attachments (Please be realistic, no sniper scopes on revolvers.): NaN
Appearance (Fill below)
Head: Silky brown hair, with blue eyes with a grayish tint to them.
Torso: Mostly slender, with a very small amount of bellyfat.
Arms: Nice average arms, with a small tan.
Legs: Nice average legs, with a small tan.
Biography: NaN
Others: Available on weeks (after homeschool), and weekends.
Phobia! |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
Post Count: 23339 |
(Berry. Not accepted. Here are the reasons:
We don't let 10 years in the military.
Rank is military ranks. There is no rank called an archer.
We are now modern. We do not use bows.
Needs a more descriptive appearance including clothes.
Need a biography.) |
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Asassin37Join Date: 2008-08-30
Post Count: 9116 |
Name: Grigori Sokolov
A.ge: 29
Rank: Corporal
Primary weapon: L96A2 AWP
Secondary weapon: LAR Grizzly Winmag AE (A .50 Caliber Handgun)
Primary weapon attachments: Bipod, Long Barrel, Ballistic Warfare Scope (16x), Sling
Secondary weapon attachments (Please be realistic, no sniper scopes onrevolvers.): Flashlight, Laser Sight, Extended Clip, Incendiary Bullets
Appearance (Fill below)
Head: Tan Balaclava, Oakley Military Goggles, Shaved Head, Green Eyes
Torso: Kevlar Bulletproof Vest w/ Tactical Pouches, Desert MARPAT BDU, Bullet wound in right lung, Dog Tags.
Arms: Spetsnaz Tattoo (Right Shoulder), Siberian Prison Tattoo (Left Wrist), NATO Task Force Tattoo, Kevlar Tactical Gloves, Rolled up sleeves (To elbows), NATO Patch (Left Shoulder), Russian Flag Patch (Right Shoulder)
Legs: Faded Black Boots, Desert MARPAT Pants, Knife Sheath, Pistol Holster,
Biography: After a short career in the Spetsnaz, Grigori was captured by Siberian militia, and put in prison for 2 years before being returned to Russia, where he was quickly forgotten. After leaving Russia, he came to the US for opportunity, only to be recruited in the military, and put in a NATO task force shortly after beginning training
Others: Phobia here? |
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AesuraJoin Date: 2008-03-08
Post Count: 23339 |
(Accepted. You may go to the Gene Reforming bay whenever you wish. I have one question, though. Are you in our platoon?)
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