@Elitestpotato
Planning on responding to you tomorrow morning.
Ah, okay. I was holding off on posting until you got around to responding.
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Ah, okay. I was holding off on posting until you got around to responding.
Freedom for the Betterment of Mars
Two snipers, positioned upon a building on either side of a street, nod to each other. They are armed with make shift EMP rifles, made specifically for disabling vehicles. The snipers wear thick miner's masks and gloves, both to protect their identity and keep them safe from the unstable rifles. The always prepared pair had also brought EMP grenades, just in case. Below, in the alleyways, stands many unseen masked FBM fighters. They're armed to the teeth, some carrying decades old missile launchers and assault rifles while others are armed with up-to-date plasma launchers and anti-tank rifles. One even carried a FBM speciality: a Nano rifle nicknamed the Acid Slinger. The rifle was specifically designed to corrode armor, however, it would only cause a bad rash on flesh.
They have info on a convoy headed this way. There are IEDs set, lined up to take out the lead vehicle and the caboose. The convoy is rapidly approaching. One of the rooftop snipers start to line up his shot, aiming at the logo that reads
"TSDC".
Meanwhile...
John Scythe stares at the screen for a few seconds, letting the Free Workers of La Parranda's message sink in.
"They're gonna get 'emselfs fuckin' killed." Colt Donaldson, Scythe's second-in-charge announces from a chair behind his leader, "There's no fuckin' way they got any type a military to actually fight a damn corperation."
John thinks for a minute.
"You're right.", John decides. "There's no way La Parranda can stand against any kind of aggression currently. And if the Free Workers fall then Mars loses a fight to the Corporations, SkyGuard, and the unjustness of this world." John thinks for a few more minutes, pondering an idea. "Gather a small, very lightly armed group together. We're going to visit La Parranda and hopefully come away with an offer."
"Exactly what I was fuckin' thinkin'."
Two snipers, positioned upon a building on either side of a street, nod to each other. They are armed with make shift EMP rifles, made specifically for disabling vehicles. The snipers wear thick miner's masks and gloves, both to protect their identity and keep them safe from the unstable rifles. The always prepared pair had also brought EMP grenades, just in case. Below, in the alleyways, stands many unseen masked FBM fighters. They're armed to the teeth, some carrying decades old missile launchers and assault rifles while others are armed with up-to-date plasma launchers and anti-tank rifles. One even carried a FBM speciality: a Nano rifle nicknamed the Acid Slinger. The rifle was specifically designed to corrode armor, however, it would only cause a bad rash on flesh.
They have info on a convoy headed this way. There are IEDs set, lined up to take out the lead vehicle and the caboose. The convoy is rapidly approaching. One of the rooftop snipers start to line up his shot, aiming at the logo that reads
"TSDC".
Meanwhile...
John Scythe stares at the screen for a few seconds, letting the Free Workers of La Parranda's message sink in.
"They're gonna get 'emselfs fuckin' killed." Colt Donaldson, Scythe's second-in-charge announces from a chair behind his leader, "There's no fuckin' way they got any type a military to actually fight a damn corperation."
John thinks for a minute.
"You're right.", John decides. "There's no way La Parranda can stand against any kind of aggression currently. And if the Free Workers fall then Mars loses a fight to the Corporations, SkyGuard, and the unjustness of this world." John thinks for a few more minutes, pondering an idea. "Gather a small, very lightly armed group together. We're going to visit La Parranda and hopefully come away with an offer."
"Exactly what I was fuckin' thinkin'."
I'm interested.
@Elitestpotato So you know in advance, I think your powers are too OP. Just reduce their power and I think the GM will accept you.
The whole point of the character is that he has these super awesome powers that he only uses for selfish or even useless reasons. Just because he can do it doesn't mean he'll decide not to be lazy and do it. If I have to tone them down, so be it, but that is the point of the character.
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@Rhymer Quick question, may I create a Corporation? Like, we know that there are more corporations than there are Players and the NPC ones. Saying "a corporation" would become stale and also I would like to have a corporation I can literally destroy with the FBM if I need to.
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I'd actually be happy to see some talks go down and was thinking the same thing. I think that should be a case of the FMB approaching the Free Workers (they're not likely to know much about a freshly started freedom fighter group), but they'd at least be open to deals of SOME kind. I can shoot you a PM if you want.
Yeah, that'd be cool.
Thread's looking good so far. I had to make a few edits to my own post after the fact (realized that Asturias never said what the 'bad news' was). But I'm eager to see where this goes.
EDIT: And made one last change to fit what someone else wrote. Still works.
I really want the FBM to work with your faction. They just sort of fit with FBM's ideals along with the fact that they toppled a corporation.
@Rhymer Also, can we get a map showing where the holdings are?
Freedom for the Betterment of Mars
Jack Duerham moves through the thick crowd of protesters, expertly weaving in and out of the disgruntled citizens of Elysium City. This is his element. As an accountant for a corporation in this "fine" city he hated his life. Jack found he was only talented in one thing: not being noticed while blending in with a crowd. So, when he caught wind of the FBM, a way out of the corporate slavery he was being subjected to, he jumped at the chance to join. Jack stopped when he saw his target approaching and quickly ducked into the safety of an alleyway. Duerham reviewed his info. An ornithopter carrying a high ranking EDC Sargent and a board member of a local corporation is to be passing through this area. Right now. Jack motions to his partner on a nearby rooftop. An EMP bullet flies through the air and disables all systems on the chopper. Jack reveals a small missile launcher from under his coat. It contains ground-to-air homing missiles, it's a couple decades old but it works. Duerham takes aim and fires, the rocket ripping across the sky. The deadly projectile rips into the falling copter, a second later it explodes. ripping the vehicle into pieces.
John D. Scythe sits in silence, gazing at the red sand. Suddenly, the burning sand is ripped apart by the tires of a truck baring the markings of a corporation. The truck is the first in a long line of them. John gives a hand signal and suddenly the leader and the last in line explode into thousands of burning, twisted shards. Several armed figures pop out of the ground in front, behind, and even below the trucks, throwing an assortment of grenades into the middle, decimating what's left. A few men and women appear out of the sand and start scavenging through the wreckage, finishing off survivors, and picking up supplies that could be used.
"Perfect execution", John radios to his troops.
Jack Duerham moves through the thick crowd of protesters, expertly weaving in and out of the disgruntled citizens of Elysium City. This is his element. As an accountant for a corporation in this "fine" city he hated his life. Jack found he was only talented in one thing: not being noticed while blending in with a crowd. So, when he caught wind of the FBM, a way out of the corporate slavery he was being subjected to, he jumped at the chance to join. Jack stopped when he saw his target approaching and quickly ducked into the safety of an alleyway. Duerham reviewed his info. An ornithopter carrying a high ranking EDC Sargent and a board member of a local corporation is to be passing through this area. Right now. Jack motions to his partner on a nearby rooftop. An EMP bullet flies through the air and disables all systems on the chopper. Jack reveals a small missile launcher from under his coat. It contains ground-to-air homing missiles, it's a couple decades old but it works. Duerham takes aim and fires, the rocket ripping across the sky. The deadly projectile rips into the falling copter, a second later it explodes. ripping the vehicle into pieces.
John D. Scythe sits in silence, gazing at the red sand. Suddenly, the burning sand is ripped apart by the tires of a truck baring the markings of a corporation. The truck is the first in a long line of them. John gives a hand signal and suddenly the leader and the last in line explode into thousands of burning, twisted shards. Several armed figures pop out of the ground in front, behind, and even below the trucks, throwing an assortment of grenades into the middle, decimating what's left. A few men and women appear out of the sand and start scavenging through the wreckage, finishing off survivors, and picking up supplies that could be used.
"Perfect execution", John radios to his troops.
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