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Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Tyler hopped up into the heli. Looking about then taking a seat mid way down one side. He let out a light little grunt as he sat on the seat, rolling his shoulders and getting comfy for now. He grabbed the earpiece when it was handed to him, putting it into his ear, nodding when it was set. He rubbed his jaw just below his ear to get used to the feeling. And was shocked out of his own little world when someone beside him spoke he turns and grins seeing the red maple leaf on his fatigues. He smiled a little. Then perked up even more, "Samson Cree Nation. Just south of Leduc. Did my basic at CFB Wainwright with a little at CFB Edmonton as well. Once CSOR and CJIRU got their hooks in me I did alot of training out of CFB Petawawa and CFB Trenton. So I've been back and forth across the Great White North. But Alberta will always be home." He grins brightly.

He looks over sharply when he hears his callsign. His eyes resting on Merlin. Committing the bearded man's profile to mind. He nods, then turns back to Adam, "Tyler Crowstep, callsign Blacktail. Pleased to meet you Mr. Delgado. Look forward to working with you. Now, how about you? Where you from? What end of the land of the Maple Leaf do you come from eh?"

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Slow down!

I've got a post in the works as well.

EDIT:

Okay not the best post. But felt like I needed to get something out.

Lost but not Alone

The Old Man's Intro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_AQFnqMY3E

It was a fair bit later that the atmosphere in the club changes a little. It's not the front door that opens though. It's a side door that leads into the Rollins Acrology itself. He's not dressed quite as to the nines as his son. Who has stood up and is watching him from the VIP balcony. Chance Rollins Sr. is a grizzled looking man. Burly and still powerful even in his early sixties. A basic black tuxedo, with a white frilled under shirt. His black trousers over gleaming leather shoes. He carries a designer made slate grey bowler in hand. He looks around the club with a soft hrm, looking at all the young and middle aged well to do in the club. Giving everyone a nod. He then looks up at the VIP balcony. Locking eyes with his son. Chance nods in greeting to the older man. Chance Sr nods slowly then with a gesture the atmosphere seems to pick back up.

Chance Sr. takes the steps up to the VIP Balcony carefully, with an almost stately pace. When he gets up there. Chance Jr's friends have all gotten up and are standing off to the side, looking like an entourage of gaurds rather then Jr's friends. Chance Sr. takes a seat and is soon joined by his son, sitting across from each other on matching armchairs. Sr. places his hat on the table between them and sighs, "Business before pleasure." He looks to the side at the dusky skinned lady who is sitting just behind Chance Jr, "Another one son? Good choice though. Anyway. Reports." Chance Jr. takes a series of folders from a leather case one of Jr's friends hands to him. Each of them being a bi weekly report on how their departments and projects have been going. The conversation that the two Chance get into is horribly technical. Outlining how each department and project is going.

After abit Chance Sr. leans back and nods, "Well done. All of you. Son, I want you to come and see me in the morning. There's something I want to discuss. But for the rest of the night. Let's get down." He waves to the bartender down on the floor who nods and gets the customary wine, champagne and other drinks ready for the Chance and Company group. The six members of Chance Jr's little group find places in the VIP lounge to sit down, begin to talk and socialize with others up there. Chance Jr. sighs and relaxes. nothing better then having a Dragon say you've done a good job. As he sits with the pretty dusky skinned woman leaning on his chest he looks out over the club. And for just a second or two his eyes stopping on a woman down there in the throngs. For a moment she looks familar. Someone who used to be a casual friend. But as the movement of the other club goers is. He loses sight of her after abit. His attention turned back to his father and his friends.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

The briefing was quick, dirty even. Little information, little direction. He felt like he was with those damned JTF2 cowboys that one time in Afghanistan. Bringing a metal and glass canister onto base they found during a raid, and just randomly tossing it around, letting it drop, roll and hit things. God he still hated those guys. Not all JTF2 mind you, just that group. He knew some CSOR and CJIRU who could be cowboys too really. He hrmed, sometimes it's just that kind of approach that you need to get a job done though. He looked around just wanting to make sure there wasn't someone in the room that was likely to pick up a canister of VX or a gas bomb of some sort. He couldn't really tell by sight but sometimes you get lucky.

As the meeting broke up, he exited the room grabbed his kit crate and duffel bag. He dropped his bag quickly off in a room that had his name written on it for now. Then carted his crate down with him to the armory. Laying it on an open bench, opening it up and bringing out the AR-10T, the C7A3 and the MP7A1 within. He hangs the AR and the MP though. And grabs the Canadian Forces bread and butter. The Colt Canada C7A3. Under barrel grip, C79 sight atop it, laser sight, weapon light, all those nice bells and whistles. He popped the reciever open to look inside, checking that the barrel is clear, he'd made sure to clean it and maintain it before coming out here. It's golden and would stand to the test. The weapon is set aside and several magazines appropriated. The next thing, stuffed into a side pocket inside the crate comes out matte brown Browning Hi Power. He'd read somewhere that the Hi Power was the crowning jewel of the M1911 line. That it did away with alot of the defects of the old M1911 and kept almost all of it's strengths. Tyler readily agreed as he checked the pistol. Setting it aside with clips and mags for it. Lastly his most important bits of kit. Milly a chemical detector, LED display that could detect everything from Blistering agents to Toxic Industrial Chemicals (TICs). The other thing being Delia, his geiger counter. He never went out on missions now without them, just in case. Partially because of his specialty, but partially because he didn't feel safe without them.

Tyler finished gearing up, putting on the rest of his clothing. His treated fatigues, gloves, made sure his boots are clamped closed, his gas mask hanging in front of him. Rifle, pistol and detectors in place. Kit and other items all placed in easy reach. He looked around, ready to go. Raring to go. Wanting to see how things would all mesh in this group. Usually a group like this would spend time in training. Getting to know each other, their strengths and weaknesses. A CSOR squad would spend a few weeks drumming in a new fish before shipping out with them. But this could work too. Throwing the baby in the pool and hoping it learns how to swim kinda deal. It just might work really. Right before he stood up and was about to walk off to the side so he could wait for the others to get ready he quickly grabbed some tape. And wrote his callsign on it. Two lengths. One he put on the front of his helmet. The other, he tapped just below the top of his backpack. "Blacktail" it read. And under it in smaller characters, both in his native Maskwacis Cree and in Cree Syllabics "ᑲᐢᑭᑌᐊᐧᔨᐁᐧᐤ kaskitewayiwew". Just to make sure everyone knew. As he walked over to wait by the wall. He stopped a moment, knelt touched the floor then drew a circle. Respect the circle. Never know when you might need help.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Woot!
JTF2 and CSOR in one force. This ought to be interesting.
The Canadians have their own brand of badassery after all.
Just imagine what you could get done with a JTF2 sniper, and a CSOR rifleman on site.
Facta Non Verba and Audeamus. What more could you ask for?
What? I'm proudly Canadian.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Bravo Two Zero starring

Sean Bean

@Gunther

Does he die in that one too?

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

It took me a minute but I realized this team has a lot of grenadiers.

Edit: There was a lot from my knowledge. Nevermind then.

@Banana

*peers at his CS worriedly. Doesn't think his character is in anyway a grenadier, but now he's worried*

I don't think mine is...no grenades listed in the equipment section...though I suppose that could be changed from mission to mission as needs yes?
No Underbarrel GLs...though if ever I get the chance I'm slinging an underbarrel shotgun off the bottom of that C7, pull a "Buck", for abit.
Anyone who plays recent FPSs will know who I'm referring too. :3
Got me worried there for abit...

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EDIT: I fell asleep but read BigPapa's just now. Good work man and it's nice to see you fleshing out your side of the world. Would like to have some of you ideas for locations and such sent my way so I can add them to the map :D

At first I thought you were giving Chance a ton of business power but then I remembered he was a Jr. It's a good setup. Let's see if he rises to the thrown!

@dreamer

I actually almost did to be honest. But then realized I wasn't supposed too.
This is more a set up to his miniscule business. I have so many plans to get him set up. See where it all goes.
Just like in the last RP, it's Chance Senior that has all the power right now. But unlike last time I didn't give Chance Jr. a club to run on all on his own.
We'll get there.

EDIT:



And this was what I was thinking of when I wrote my post. it's the vision I have of the skyline one of the main cities in Tritech territory.

Lost but not Alone

@dreamer

I really don't have anything down pat.
it's all in my head right now that Tritech territory is like Shadowrun Seattle kinda. All chrome, glass, steel and soaring structures. Arcology structures, soaring 1 to 10 block huge cities within a building. 500 story things where everything you could ever need is contained within that building. Food, water, shelter all of that contained within there. like a hive city from Warhammer 40k if you need another analogy.

I have this vision that each of the founding members of the Tyre/Tritech group have one now. All based around something I figure. Rollins Industries being based around education and advancing known technologies for instance.

I'm not sure right now to be perfectly honest. If I have anything down pat beside the area mentioned in my post I'll start putting something together.

Lost but not Alone

I'm putting this here so I have an easier to find and quicker to edit location. I have work to do on this anyway.

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