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I've been in a lot of collabs and i just finished today. Trying to think sucks right now.
Sorry it's taken so long I've been collabing with three people on three different rps and it's been painful
Alexis opened her mouth to argue but the look on Scotts face told her not to instead she did as she was told and crawled under the dusty bed. "Does house keeping even clean up under here?" She muttered quietly, she was really worried for Scott but he seemed to have healed quickly and a different part of him seemed to has kicked in, his training seems to have kicked in.
In the lobby people were fleeing and as the terrorist went room from room cops were called the occasional veteran would make a valiant stand only to get shot down. It was a utter nightmare out there and when the police did arrive they only set up in the back entrance of the building and didn't go charging in as they wanted to make sure that it was clear first.
In the lobby people were fleeing and as the terrorist went room from room cops were called the occasional veteran would make a valiant stand only to get shot down. It was a utter nightmare out there and when the police did arrive they only set up in the back entrance of the building and didn't go charging in as they wanted to make sure that it was clear first.
Cad felt his anger rushing through him, his dive to escape the thermal detonator had wounded him but he didn't feel it there was so much anger. He heard voices muttering behind him and in his helmet but they seemed a million miles away. His heart seemed to beat like a war drum as he walked through the door way, he found nobody not even a single trace that there were rebels on this floor then he noticed the lift. "They took the lift, find them." He shouted at the army troopers who started running back down the stairs afraid of the angry storm trooper at their backs.
When they made it to the bottom floor it was to late the lift was empty and the rebels were no where to be found, walking outside into the streets he took a look at the battlefield and realized the damage on both sides. His radio crackled to life with the whoops and cheers of Imperial squadrons shouting victory and war cries. The sky was filled with imperial fighters and ships, the battle was over but the war for Belona was just beginning. He knew that some rebels would be blending in with the population as more imperial teams moved in. Cad was feeling his adrenaline flow out of his system the pain hit him like a ton of bricks reaching over he clutched his left ribs with his right arm while his left hung limply at his side. Command started calling back all troopers and so he went.
Two Days Later
He had sent messages to the family of those in his squad, but he wasn't looking forward to this last one but it had to be done. Sending the communication a twi'lek appeared in a smaller and probably a much more blue version of her self on his communicator, she studied the man on the other end, his storm trooper dress uniform and some of the medals pinned to his black tunic, she knew right away and she broke into tears. "I'm sorry miss Zavier. Lucilan fell on the field of battle, he died a hero and his sacrifice will not be forgotten, I will ensure this his effects will be sent home momentarily where the rest of his family and you as well can grieve." The Twi'lek nodded and she said something to Cad that stuck with him. "Make them pay." She said it was perhaps spoken out of anger or grief because her kind sympathized with rebels but he understood, he didn't say anything back just nodded.
The day before he had seen the bodies off only two of his squad were going home intact, the rest were going home empty as there wasn't enough to ship home. But he felt alone, a new squad had filled his barracks but they weren't his. Going to the armory he suited up his armor fixed and shiny. It was almost like he had never worn it before in his life he couldn't recognize it after the battle. He walked the streets lonely in his armor, a single man on a solitary patrol he'd look suspicious to anybody who didn't know him but for those troopers who knew his call sign they gave him a wide berth because a grieving man is a dangerous man.
When they made it to the bottom floor it was to late the lift was empty and the rebels were no where to be found, walking outside into the streets he took a look at the battlefield and realized the damage on both sides. His radio crackled to life with the whoops and cheers of Imperial squadrons shouting victory and war cries. The sky was filled with imperial fighters and ships, the battle was over but the war for Belona was just beginning. He knew that some rebels would be blending in with the population as more imperial teams moved in. Cad was feeling his adrenaline flow out of his system the pain hit him like a ton of bricks reaching over he clutched his left ribs with his right arm while his left hung limply at his side. Command started calling back all troopers and so he went.
Two Days Later
He had sent messages to the family of those in his squad, but he wasn't looking forward to this last one but it had to be done. Sending the communication a twi'lek appeared in a smaller and probably a much more blue version of her self on his communicator, she studied the man on the other end, his storm trooper dress uniform and some of the medals pinned to his black tunic, she knew right away and she broke into tears. "I'm sorry miss Zavier. Lucilan fell on the field of battle, he died a hero and his sacrifice will not be forgotten, I will ensure this his effects will be sent home momentarily where the rest of his family and you as well can grieve." The Twi'lek nodded and she said something to Cad that stuck with him. "Make them pay." She said it was perhaps spoken out of anger or grief because her kind sympathized with rebels but he understood, he didn't say anything back just nodded.
The day before he had seen the bodies off only two of his squad were going home intact, the rest were going home empty as there wasn't enough to ship home. But he felt alone, a new squad had filled his barracks but they weren't his. Going to the armory he suited up his armor fixed and shiny. It was almost like he had never worn it before in his life he couldn't recognize it after the battle. He walked the streets lonely in his armor, a single man on a solitary patrol he'd look suspicious to anybody who didn't know him but for those troopers who knew his call sign they gave him a wide berth because a grieving man is a dangerous man.
drallinix said
so where should I put Creed at it seems there is some fighting so should I hve him show up there?
He should be on Crusades ship if he's a sith because they are getting their asses kicked. But Sith mercs should be on the ground getting their asses kicked.
The bill should pass.
Lucina felt the battle meditation, the dark side had always felt like a disease or a sickness and this was no different. But she kept her head and kept focused on the task at hand. Cutting through the next door Lucina once again found a half naked female shackled to the wall. "What is with the sith and keeping half naked women around." She muttered, this one had been beaten pretty badly and had a nasty burn mark on her possibly from a light saber. Lucina first healed her and then let her free. After letting her free she felt the blast that hit the upper levels and her eyes went wide, turning to Kast She said. "Ask this one what unit shes from, i have to go." Her voice had urgency and concern mixed within it. She didn't even wait for a reply as she ran out of the room at full sprint.
Running through the bunker the only sound were her feet and the sounds of the occasional firefight, some of the sith forces were in a fighting retreat. Helping pinned down troopers where she could. But at the sight of the jedi some sith charged her in a suicidal rage or charged her grenades in hand but nothing a force push back into their allies couldn't change. Finally reaching the upper level she found the troopers who came with Master Rorwoorr standing around him, one was even looking at his wounds but Lucina cut in pushing the trooper to the side. "I got it." She said and started healing her own master.
Running through the bunker the only sound were her feet and the sounds of the occasional firefight, some of the sith forces were in a fighting retreat. Helping pinned down troopers where she could. But at the sight of the jedi some sith charged her in a suicidal rage or charged her grenades in hand but nothing a force push back into their allies couldn't change. Finally reaching the upper level she found the troopers who came with Master Rorwoorr standing around him, one was even looking at his wounds but Lucina cut in pushing the trooper to the side. "I got it." She said and started healing her own master.
Please shoot me.
I think you can hop in.
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The March to Novgorod -- Death to Fascists! -- WW2 Eastern Front RP
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Full name:Peter Zhavkovich
Age: 18 (April 20th 1923)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Peter could be described as average, not to handsome and not to ugly either, standing in at 6 foot and a frame that reflects the farm work he used to do, his Light brown hair that could almost be described as blonde is cut to the grain, his blue gray eyes have a dreamy almost distant look to them like they are million miles away. He wears the conscript long coat and uniform but it's dirty and hasn't been cared for, it appears to be moth eaten
Personality:Peter is young and kind to everybody his happy go lucky attitude even appears to be infectious, but his inexperience makes him a little bit naive, it also appears his first few battles have driven him into a land of imagination within his head, the kid is cracked and it's beginning to show it's only a matter of time before hes entirely broken.
Brief history: Born in a small village in Georgia, to a farming family. Peter understood hardship and what it was like to work by the sweat of ones brow, but he loved it he wouldn't have it any other way he grew up on farm work for the first 17 years of his life, his father was conscripted, he was conscripted almost every boy and girl in his village was conscripted and sent to the front. His last promise to his mother and grandparents was he would return alive and bring glory to the family name.
His first battle was hell on earth, put into a green as grass regiment they were expected to charge German positions armed with little more than farm tools and a few assortment of rifles and guns. It was at that battle the regiments radioman was wounded knowing he was done for he called over Peter and in the process of bleeding out taught him how to use the radio. He expired just minutes after his little lecture, Peter took up his new job with gusto, but that didn't save his regiment from being all but wiped out the survivors being transferred into other regiments.
It was after that battle that Peter found himself in the 16th, he became their new radioman and learned further how to use the big ass thing that dominated his back. There he serves with the 16th ready to roll into Novgorod and into the fires of hell itself.
Role: Radioman
Expertise: Being a radioman, he hasn't killed anybody directly, but indirectly he's probably killed tons.
Weaponry: SVT-40 Carbine
Tokarev
Smoke grenades
Age: 18 (April 20th 1923)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Peter could be described as average, not to handsome and not to ugly either, standing in at 6 foot and a frame that reflects the farm work he used to do, his Light brown hair that could almost be described as blonde is cut to the grain, his blue gray eyes have a dreamy almost distant look to them like they are million miles away. He wears the conscript long coat and uniform but it's dirty and hasn't been cared for, it appears to be moth eaten
Personality:Peter is young and kind to everybody his happy go lucky attitude even appears to be infectious, but his inexperience makes him a little bit naive, it also appears his first few battles have driven him into a land of imagination within his head, the kid is cracked and it's beginning to show it's only a matter of time before hes entirely broken.
Brief history: Born in a small village in Georgia, to a farming family. Peter understood hardship and what it was like to work by the sweat of ones brow, but he loved it he wouldn't have it any other way he grew up on farm work for the first 17 years of his life, his father was conscripted, he was conscripted almost every boy and girl in his village was conscripted and sent to the front. His last promise to his mother and grandparents was he would return alive and bring glory to the family name.
His first battle was hell on earth, put into a green as grass regiment they were expected to charge German positions armed with little more than farm tools and a few assortment of rifles and guns. It was at that battle the regiments radioman was wounded knowing he was done for he called over Peter and in the process of bleeding out taught him how to use the radio. He expired just minutes after his little lecture, Peter took up his new job with gusto, but that didn't save his regiment from being all but wiped out the survivors being transferred into other regiments.
It was after that battle that Peter found himself in the 16th, he became their new radioman and learned further how to use the big ass thing that dominated his back. There he serves with the 16th ready to roll into Novgorod and into the fires of hell itself.
Role: Radioman
Expertise: Being a radioman, he hasn't killed anybody directly, but indirectly he's probably killed tons.
Weaponry: SVT-40 Carbine
Tokarev
Smoke grenades
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