BigPapaBelial

Lost but not Alone

Okay sorry it took this long. But finally have a post in the works. give me abit here and I'll have something up soon.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

It'd been touch and go for the Canadian CJIRU/CSOR operative. The CSOR group he'd been with was shipping out to a mission somewhere in the West Asian areas. The plane they took was loath to land on the Western Canadian coast to dump off just one man. But it's been worked out. He'd said goodbye and goodluck to his friends. Then unboarded. A small frigate had taken him within 100 kilometers of the secret position of the ship he was supposed to board. It took the Frigate awhile to finally convince the ship that they had someone on board and it was safe to allow the helicopter they had onboard to approach. At one point the captain of the frigate almost just said screw it and turned around to head back to the mainland. But soon enough permission was given, and Tyler Crowstep boarded a relatively new CH-148 Cyclone. Took them abit to get a correct vector, but soon they were setting down behind a old MH-60 Seahawk that was just taking off.

Out of the back of the Cyclone hopped the Canadian operative. Calling a playful, "Thanks driver!" To the pilot who gave him a thumbs up with one hand and a playful bird finger a second later. Tyler chuckled as he grabbed his duffle and his kit crate. Sling the bag over his shoulder and dragging the other over into the lee of some of the super structure of the ship. A seaman coming over to help him, "Let's quickly put these in a closet somewhere near the meeting room as I can retrieve them later eh? Thanks man." Together they made it down to the meeting level, storing the duffle and kit crate away in an out of the way section of the hall.

Immediately after Tyler politely knocked on the door into the room, waited a second then entered. Looking around the room, seeing all the people already here. He stepped in an snapped off a salute to the officer in the room, then found a place to stand. Clad in CADPAT jacket, over a somewhat casual black t-shirt and his CADPAT pants. Plus strangely non-regulation SWAT Canada tactical boots. Likely something he picked up for himself personally while at home. Likely picked it up at a Walmart somewhere. Just as good when you think about it. He didn't say a word immediately. He wanted to see what the situation is. He swept the room though, checking out the make up of the group. Every person looks top tier. So this ought to be interesting.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl and the small group of BlueSword soldiers who had by now permanently attached to him for this operation moved in behind Victor and Natalie. Helping to clear the way. As they descended he directed the soldiers into cover points, making sure their way forward is covered. He jumps along belong behind the leading elements carefully, also making sure Ross and Jenny are covered.

It’s when the plastic, carbon fiber and light but strong metals that he gets a little out of sorts, “Are we in like Call of Duty or something here? This can’t be real can it?” He inched further along having fallen in with Jenny and Ross, the BlueSword soldiers taking up the rear. He murmured, “I don’t like this…just want that to go on record Cap.” He took cover against a wall when they came to their first major room. And was about to proceed past the choke point to act as point when Natalie began to run off what she could see. He stopped. Just a meter behind her and Victor. And went to a knee, “Heavy stuff. 50s, 40mm, autocannons, yeah this section is likely to cut us to bits.” He motions to his little buddy command, letting them know to secure the rear, and let no one flank them if they can manage it.

Victor knelt down just behind Natalie, looking past her and murmuring, “Tewake’nikòn:rhare…Concerning. That this Network, would go to so much trouble. Did they know that we would be called? The Juggernauts I mean? They must have known. Even for large force like the Task Force, they would not need the weaponry they will have here. That’s even assuming the Taskforce could have made it this far. So the Network knew we’d be here. Knew we’d find a way in, and knew they would have to try and take care of us.” He nodded, “It’s a little off-putting isn’t it? To know there are groups who are actually gearing up to combat us.” Though everyone could hear the smile in his voice as he said it, as if that fact excited him.

Carl spent some time reloading his M249 then looks up sharply at Natalie when she mentioned his scanner, “My scanner? Oh my Backscatter? Yeah.” He took another step forward then pulled his monocular down. Setting it to his faceplate. Then hitting a small button on the side of it twice. The lens on the front going from Silver, to green then finally a blazing white. He scanned about to get his bearings. Purposefully looking at Jenny, then at Natalie then finally at of all people Ross. A big grin behind his face plate, “It works. Backscatter Xray…you’re fucking built by the way Major. Your fiancée is lucky.” He ducked as Victor reached out to try and cuff him, “It’s a compliment! Come on!” He stepped forward and around Victor and Natalie, getting cuffed on the back of the head anyway by the larger first nations man once he does. He grunts then sets to scanning the area. After abit he takes a few steps to their left, and pats the wall. “Right here. It’s about an inch thick. Plastic and Carbon fiber if I’m reading the scan off this. A fraction in comparison to all the other walls. I think you’re right Major. There’s an entire other section behind this.” He motions to one of the BlueSword soldiers, “Breaching charge.” The soldier digs into his pouch then tosses the charge to Carl.

Victor steps back abit as Carl catches the breaching charge. One of those nice little thermite rope charges rather then a shaped charge. He uncoils the rope of Thermite and applies it to the wall, making sure the hole that it will create will be large enough to fit anyone who goes through it. Once it’s all applied he takes two steps left and holds up the detonator, “Breaching.” A click and the thermite begins to hiss, burning through the wall quickly, then a small charge blowing the hunk of wall inwards. A surprised gasp sounding from within, and someone screaming about something getting on them. Carl gives a nod to Victor. Who tosses smoke down the hall to cover their movements. Then leading the way goes through the wall and down the steps on the other side. Carl slipping through a second later.

The steps took them down then back around and into a chamber just below the warren of hallways above them. By the time Carl got down, the crunk crunk crunk of Victor’s shotguns were already going. He came out onto a landing and observed the mass of soldiers and mercenaries. A short way down was another stairs that likely lead up into the kill zone for the hall the rest of the unit was waiting. Carl ran forward mounting his LMG on the railing. And began to fire, chasing the fighters out of the room below. Victor took a few running steps and was down into the remains of them a second later, his shotguns swinging on their tethers as he brought out his rifle club. Batting fighters away like so many dolls. Carl in the meantime opened fire on the stairs up to the kill room as the fighters in there came running down to see what was going on.

It was over in a few moments. The fighters either running into other parts of the base. Or lying dead thanks to the pair. Victor was checking the bodies to make sure none of them were faking, and applying the Mercy kills to those who were dying. Carl in the meantime roamed the room looking at the arsenal. It’s there he finds a strange set up. A pillar covered in dishes and emitters. And a large bank of computers nearby with wires leading from the computers to the pillar. He hrmed. Then took a step back, pulled his Carl G off his back, made sure it’s loaded then put a HEDP round into the base of the pillar and the computer banks.

There’s a short squeal then all communications comes back. The Taskforce outside reporting they had cleared the fort of any remaining elements. A secondary group saying they had a hidden exit at the south side of the mountain bottled up. Carl grins, and cues into Natalie and Ross’ channels jointly, “Major, Captain! Killzone is clear. There’s a fucking arsenal down here. I found and destroyed a Jammer down here too. You may notice that comms are back up.”

Somewhere deeper down in the mountain a quartet of figures watched the CCTV monitors of the mountain base. Three of them already panicing. The fourth though, dressed in a dark charcoal grey body suit under a black robe with a burnt earth brown hajib on hrms softly, “Run. Try and run anyway. All exits appear to be covered. I will die here with honor.” She grabs a long curved gleaming scimitar off a table beside her and disappears out a side door. As she goes the other three, the leaders of this group can hear her say, “I may die here. But I intend to make the fight hurt for them all. Zarai bint Zara stalks again.” The other three began to frantically attempt to gather items they would need to survive or rebuild the group in the future.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

I'm getting there! I'll get a post in here once I finish a post for another RP here shortly.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Okay posted up a character then.

Please let me know if there is anything you need me to add or take out.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Name: Tyler "Blacktail" Crowstep

Gender: Male

Nationality+Special Forces Origin: Canadian, CSOR/CJIRU (Canadian Special Operations Regiment/Canadian Joint Incident Response Unit)

Age: 31

Appearance

On the ground somewhere in Colombia. *Information blacked out* Seen here without CBRN Kit.

A good old Canuck. Full blooded Algonquin, out of Southern Ontario. Standing a decent 6 foot even. Dark Brown eyes, with the iconic "redskin" of the First Nations people. Weighing in at a solid 210 pounds of Canadian muscle. One of the very rare First Nations people who can grow a full beard. He's a powerful guy. With a great deal of upper body strength, and a powerful set of legs. Endurance is not a problem for him. during combat he wears the CADPAT fatigues under his tactical assault vest with combat harness.

A pair of black wrap-around tactical glasses shade his eyes when faced with glare, otherwise he's bare faced for the most part. He's almost always wearing a pair of treated combat gloves, so he doesn't have to throw on those big clunky gloves that many CBRN operators wear. He'll always have a black treated and rubberized face mask with a high grade filter with atleast two more filters in reserve on him. With the way chemical, biological and radiological hazard can be used it's never a bad thing to be prepared.

Personality

"Fuckin' eh!" Tends to be the words you hear from him. Off turf as it were he's quite laid back, friendly even, Canucks are like that. They are the world's peacekeepers, taking over after the conquering force leaves. So they all take it like a kiss to the cheek. If he's not playing cards somewhere on his own, waiting for a polite opponent, he's tooling up a weapon for someone for the small fee of a cigarette or a roach to puff on in his spare time.

He likes to tell stories. Like the time he went hunting with his father, and shot a hole in the visor of his father's baseball cap. Or popping a grizzly with a .22 at 10 feet. A joker and a story teller. He's not afraid to talk.

On the Turf he's terse. Being a master corporal he's used to being on the receiving end of taking orders, and knows he doesn't have the clout yet to be the one yelling at a senior officer unless he's the one who's got the experience. He's not afraid to chew out a captain if the captain is doing something stupid with something that could be a package of weaponized ebola.

Rank: Master Corporal

Role: Riflemen/CBRN Operative and Gunsmith

Weapon(s):

Rifleman

Colt Canada C7A3
-20 inch barrel
-30 round 5.56×45mm NATO round magazines
-C79/SpecterOS 3.4x optical scope
-AN/PEQ-2 laser sight
-M720V SureFire RAID™ WeaponLight – White and IR Output with strobe and intensity settings

FN P-35/Hi-Power Browning High Power Pistol
-13 round 9x19mm parabellum magazines

Assault

ArmaLite AR-10T battle rifle
-20inch steel match barrel
-7.62x51mm 20 round magazines
-AimPointPro reflex sight

H&K MP7A1 PDW
-7.1 inch barrel
-30round 4.6x30mm magazines
-Zeiss RSA reflex red dot sight
-AN/PEQ-2 laser sight
-M720V SureFire RAID™ WeaponLight – White and IR Output with strobe and intensity settings

CBRN Containment

Arsenal Forearms Strike One pistol
-13round .40S&W box magazines

Background

"I remember the Smallpox blankets. I remember the influenza outbreaks. I know what sickness and chemicals can do, my great grandson. Do not fear, medicine, the white man's kind, has come far. They can cure smallpox and halt the flu. But they can also turn it into a weapon. Remember that my child." Those were some of the last words Tyler's great grandfather told him, he died 2 months later, quietly, peacefully in his sleep. But those words struck a cord in Tyler Crowstep. And set him on a path that would take him to a place few people willingly go. He'd been your normal Rez Hooligan, a member of a Rez gang, always getting into fights. He hadn't cared even a small bit about tradition and his culture. But something about those words from his great grand father turned him around. He started paying way more attention in school, took to math and the sciences. His marks soared, his "rep" with the gangs fell, but his rep with the ladies who at first saw just some shithead, but who now saw a young man who is going places hit the roof. He had his fair amount of girlfriends, but nothing serious.

He had places to go and things to do obviously.

He graduated his highschool, and went into university, getting into Bio-sciences. But after a year in university, he felt the call. And joined the Canadian Military. He didn't excel, but he did do pretty good atleast at first. Until he found something he loved. He began CBRN training, and caught the eye of CJIRU. He was phased into the unit. Joining a special operations branch of the military. And by extension he needed to have the skills of that branch. So he also began training with the CSOR. Something clicked. And he learned what it's like to be a true bad ass.

By then he'd been in the military for a decade, maybe a little more.

He was co-opted by the Echo Force, when it became known they might need CBRN operators. By now Tyler was very well experienced. Having gone out on several missions where his expertise had been vital. Saving a division of Canadian soldiers from a trap with several mister nozzles that would have burned theri skin off in seconds. An entire base was saved when a JTF2 team had brought a canister onto the base and had broken it, releasing an extremely virulent form of doctored virus into the populace. Tracking down what it was and where it was coming from had lead to a successful stop of something that could have caused an even bigger problem.

When Zero co-opted him he was fully ready and prepared to do what he has too. No longer just a simple soldier. Ready and willing to do what it takes to keep the people who shouldn't have certain types of power from using it.

Equipment

-Wildcat Heavy hitter rounds for the Colt and the AR-10T. Enhanced rounds with a higher powder count, and retooled casing to allow for a harder impact and more lethal punch. With the downside of the rounds being very expensive to produce and in relatively short supply when available.

-LCD 3.2E chemical detector that he calls, "Milly" and a Type CDV-717 geiger counter that he likes to call "Delia".

-AirBoss C4 CBRN Gas Mask with adjustable filter placement locations for the use of a weapon.

-For full CBRN operations. A full treated and rubberized NBC suit, with sealable arm and leg cuffs, rubber boots, rubber gloves, rebreather and visor.

-His common fatigues are also treated for CBRN usage but at a much lower success rate then the full CBRN/NBC suit he has.

-A Leathermen folding multi-tool, P-SARK with jury rigged quick open release.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Well then.

hi there.

I was in TF Echo with King. And he just contacted me saying that it lives on.

I have a premade character from Echo would it be okay if I dropped him in here?

Lost but not Alone (Sci-fi gang rp)

Oh dreamer!
The dream!
It's not the same one!
But it hits it almost exactly the same spot!
Dreamer! Go check out that appearance pic I replaced.
Tell me that doesn't send chills of memory up your spine?
It's the dream! It's the dream! The real Chance is back in the game my friend.
@dreamer

Lost but not Alone (Sci-fi gang rp)

@dreamer

Yeah. I couldn't find the picture from way back when.
We should mention that this character idea is a kind of ressurection of a character in an RP that dreamer and I did way back on the old RPGuild site. Ages ago now.
Either way. Yeah I'll refine the idea some.
Chance was his name because I went to go listen to that one song he's based off of, and it came back to me then. You know which one I'm talking about dreamer. :3

Lost but not Alone (Sci-fi gang rp)

Very much a Work in Progress I think. There are things I may add, like a working background to the character, other pictures, inventory that kinda thing.
I need to get a firm idea of what kind of stats I should be using.
But for now I wanted to get this out there.

Without further ado. I give you, my character sheet.

The Puppet Master

Name: Chance Rollins Jr.

Faction: Tyre/Tritech – Moneymaker/Puppet Master

Character Type: Primary

Formal Appearance

Casual Appearance

Age:
33

Skin Tone:
Dark skinned

Body Build:
Average, well maintained build with a 3 times weekly work out routine

Weight:
210 pounds

Height:
5 foot 10 inches

Hair Style:
Short cut, slicked back while working, allowed to hang loose when in a casual situation

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Eye Color:
Black

Character Stats
Primary Characters only (These update every now and then)

Background:

You learn alot about things when you grow up under the wing of a lion, and in sight of a dragon. Chance Rollins Sr. was one of Abe Adon's biggest supporters and one of several founding members of both Tyre and Tritech. So it should be no surprise that when Rollins Senior had a child, that child wasn't exactly outside the bounds of the family and company. From day one Chance Junior was determined to assist both his father and his Uncle Abe in keeping hold of the empire Adon had created and in keeping hold of the strangle hold they had with Tyre.

Chance's education centered around business, technology and manipulation. And he showed promise early on. Even though his family was fairly rich, Chance was encouraged to use his skills to get what he wanted or needed without having to resort to his parents money. He learned how to manipulate others around him. He called them his "Puppets". A choice word or suggestion. A carefully offered alternative. The procurement of information about someone else's endeavors. And a quiet mention that he knew what they did or had. And alot of people would do what you wanted in a heart beat. Through school, on into higher education and eventually into his adult life he refined this very same approach. by the time he left school, and started to apply his knowledge first in Tritech as an opening level technician, then a year later as a opening level Tyre moneymaker. his ability to glean information on potential marks, and victims allowed him to use people like puppets to get things done. the company needed a certain bit of technology? He could blackmail the holding company with information on their CEO and get the patent. Someone wasn't paying into the protection rackets that the Tyre agents were benevolently offering? He could find something on that person and play them likek a violin until they paid in.

Chance Rollins Jr. slowly very slowly made a name for himself, as someone you wanted to be careful around, and not to talk about your indiscretions when he was around. No matter how careful you think you are, he'd figure it out somehow.

Weapons and Items: WIP