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I am a veteran of the United States Army and the US Army National Guard. I spent three years on Active Duty serving in the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) at Ft. Carson, CO, and the 3rd Armor Division at Kirch Göns, West Germany. I spent 18 years in the Army National Guard with the 26th Infantry Division "Yankee" and 29th Infantry Division (Light), "The Blue and the Gray". I was deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina with the 29th ID (L) in 2001 - 2002. I have also been reading military history articles and books since I was 10 years old. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge of the subject including personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]
Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]
Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
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Kiera was unmistakable, not only her accent, but appearance as well. There aren't too many blind dark elves who would show their face around here or associate with Brand's Rangers. It was almost as though they picked up right where they left off ten years earlier. He smiled a warm, genuine smile at her. They exchanged an embrace, the hug two siblings share when they are really happy to see one another.
“So, you’ve come back as well,” Kiera said, “You’ve heard the stories, then?”
Loden had been living in denial about the death of Brand. He didn't want to face it. Not yet, it was too soon. He didn't want to become sullen in front of his siblings. They had all just reunited. This should be a joyous occasion. Loden said nothing, but certainly, his face spoke volumes.
Grey was the first to speak up, "stories aplenty I've heard, in a thousand variations of truth. I'll admit, I know not what to believe and what to dismiss, which is largely why I have sought you all out."
Loden could not look at him as he spoke. He was not interested in what he had to say. He looked at Ashira. Looked at her face, picturing what she looked like when she was five or ten years old. He thought they were close, but now. Now, when they had to deal with the loss of their mentor, they benefactor, the only true parent he'd ever known. He looked into Grey's face. He remembered being in the forest with him on hunting trips. Grey was still learning the ropes and Loden was supposed to be a role model. How could he be a role model now? He was stricken with such grief it was paralytic. He looked at Keira and recalled the day he touched the sick girl. He was 16. That day changed his life. It frightened him, but everything was different now. He was able to help people, but he couldn't bring Brand back to life. He blamed himself for that.
Then Ashira spoke the words, visibly upset as Loden was, "Brand is gone. Executed." Loden couldn't say it. He couldn't admit to it. He could feel a hardness welling up in his throat. A terrible emotion was overwhelming his senses. He knew he needed to be alone. He looked about the room, seeking a quiet place. Some place to weep in peace.
"Please excuse me. I need to take care of something," Loden spoke softly to his siblings and headed for Joren Muttle's office in the back. He didn't look back. A tear trickled down his cheek. He allowed it to fall once he was away from his friends and siblings. He would not, could not cry in front of them. Now, his eyes were dripping, he attempted to wipe them, making his eyes red. He opened the door and faced, more people he did not want to see, but what was he to do? He could not return to the bar area. Besides, he hadn't seen Muttle or the other two in many years.
At first, he didn't recognize them, but an image of an infant came to mind. He recalled the baby who was Masef. His dark complexion, the earring. He was in the bar area earlier, "Masef?" This was the 12 year old boy who was so curious about the world. Loden spoke softly. He looked up at the larger man, much taller than he, but most men were larger than Loden Grimm. He was only five foot nine inches tall. The arrogance, the confidence. This man was a friend. They played together a lot and hunted in the woods frequently. This was, "Verrick!" He reached for the man's hand, and turned his former grim expression to one of elation. He shook both men's hands and turned his spirits around in the matter of seconds. He was home again. "It is so great to see you boys again! Wow, what a night this had turned into!"
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“So, you’ve come back as well,” Kiera said, “You’ve heard the stories, then?”
Loden had been living in denial about the death of Brand. He didn't want to face it. Not yet, it was too soon. He didn't want to become sullen in front of his siblings. They had all just reunited. This should be a joyous occasion. Loden said nothing, but certainly, his face spoke volumes.
Grey was the first to speak up, "stories aplenty I've heard, in a thousand variations of truth. I'll admit, I know not what to believe and what to dismiss, which is largely why I have sought you all out."
Loden could not look at him as he spoke. He was not interested in what he had to say. He looked at Ashira. Looked at her face, picturing what she looked like when she was five or ten years old. He thought they were close, but now. Now, when they had to deal with the loss of their mentor, they benefactor, the only true parent he'd ever known. He looked into Grey's face. He remembered being in the forest with him on hunting trips. Grey was still learning the ropes and Loden was supposed to be a role model. How could he be a role model now? He was stricken with such grief it was paralytic. He looked at Keira and recalled the day he touched the sick girl. He was 16. That day changed his life. It frightened him, but everything was different now. He was able to help people, but he couldn't bring Brand back to life. He blamed himself for that.
Then Ashira spoke the words, visibly upset as Loden was, "Brand is gone. Executed." Loden couldn't say it. He couldn't admit to it. He could feel a hardness welling up in his throat. A terrible emotion was overwhelming his senses. He knew he needed to be alone. He looked about the room, seeking a quiet place. Some place to weep in peace.
"Please excuse me. I need to take care of something," Loden spoke softly to his siblings and headed for Joren Muttle's office in the back. He didn't look back. A tear trickled down his cheek. He allowed it to fall once he was away from his friends and siblings. He would not, could not cry in front of them. Now, his eyes were dripping, he attempted to wipe them, making his eyes red. He opened the door and faced, more people he did not want to see, but what was he to do? He could not return to the bar area. Besides, he hadn't seen Muttle or the other two in many years.
At first, he didn't recognize them, but an image of an infant came to mind. He recalled the baby who was Masef. His dark complexion, the earring. He was in the bar area earlier, "Masef?" This was the 12 year old boy who was so curious about the world. Loden spoke softly. He looked up at the larger man, much taller than he, but most men were larger than Loden Grimm. He was only five foot nine inches tall. The arrogance, the confidence. This man was a friend. They played together a lot and hunted in the woods frequently. This was, "Verrick!" He reached for the man's hand, and turned his former grim expression to one of elation. He shook both men's hands and turned his spirits around in the matter of seconds. He was home again. "It is so great to see you boys again! Wow, what a night this had turned into!"
@Flagg@NickTrano@HeySeuss@R31GN@Naril@POOHEAD189@AirBender
I meant to post last weekend, but got caught up with RL Events. :(
I enjoyed your last post, Mr. Flagg and look forward to your next. In my opinion, you don't require hider tags. I like to call your posts, Super Secret In Character (SSIC). That was a term a group of us used in an Alternate History Role Play about eight years ago. It was a Nation Role Play. I hate it when a player/nation operates under the assumption they know something about my nation, yet there was no publication in the press about the conversation and that nation had no spies around to hear it. That is what I call a form of metagaming. Anything your character says, will not reach Brand's children's ears, unless there are witnesses and the rumor mill spreads across the land.
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You guys are going to hate me. Usually Tues, Wed and Thurs are very busy days for me. I am usually out straight, but the schedule has changed slightly. In either case, I may not get a chance to post until Friday. Hopefully sooner, but don't count on it. In my sig, it reads, Fri - Mon are my best days for RPing.
This timeline shows the overlap of ages for our characters. It shows how long our characters were with Brand and who was there when we were. Based on this, Grey Balthan and Loden Grimm knew each other for only one year.
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Second Platoon, Dog Company, 2nd Battalion had two squads conducting presence patrols in Calagahn. The remaining two squads served as Rapid Reaction Force (RRF) on Camp Able. They were all mounted on Skimmers or A21 Jeeps and could haul ass at a moment's notice in either direction.
"Master Sergeant, Klinker," Lieutenant Vandervoort called to his Platoon Sergeant. "What is the personnel status of the platoon?"
The 38 year old professional soldier looked over his notes on the data pad attached to his left arm. "Authorized Strength, forty-six, on hand strength, forty-two sir," the older NCO responded with the strength of the platoon. "We had four men on sick call this morning. Private Shook, First squad is in the hospital recovering from a broken wrist. PFC Rotman, 2nd squad came down with a strain of influenza. Private Teuben, 3rd Squad is recovering from a right ankle sprain and PFC Groot, 4th Squad is suffering from a bad case of food poisoning."
"Any word on when they may be back?"
"Well, sir. Shook is out for at least three months. The docs have Rotman on meds and could be back as soon as three days from now.Teuben may need another two weeks before he is good to go and Groot should receive a clean bill of health tomorrow."
"What about vehicles?"
"As it turns out, four of our Skimmers are in the motor pool having their battery packs replaced. We've cross loaded skimmers so that the four soldiers on sick call, who have working skimmers are now in the possession of those soldiers who have skimmers in maintenance." The platoon sergeant went over the vehicle maintenance problems in the platoon.
"Tell me about Operations, Master Sergeant," the Platoon Leader addressed the NCO.
"As you know, the 1st Squad is in the market district, 4th squad is only about a mile from Sergeant Kunst's squad. 2nd and 3rd squads are with us here on Camp Able waiting to see if anything happens. They are hanging out in the day room with strict orders to go nowhere.
"Good, thank you, Sergeant Klinker." Second Lieutenant Michel Vandervoort had been platoon Leader for one month and it was questionable whether or not he shaved daily. His peach fuzz appeared to be on the light and wispy side. The Lieutenant joined the Slammers almost four years ago and is eagerly awaiting his promotion to First Lieutenant. As it turned out, the platoon members were one hundred percent of Dutch descent. They spoke Dutch, but also spoke English. They even had platoon members who spoke the Turkish and Arabic languages. These soldiers were of high value when they needed to communicate with the locals.
The Lieutenant listened to the radio as the Task Force Commander, Captain Torren's voice crackled over the radio. All Tambre elements, Camp Able is reporting distress signals from a bulk freighter, it is attempting an emergency landing at the space port." The lieutenant looked up into the sky and saw nothing. He was not wearing his helmet. Master Sergeant Klinker on the other hand, put his helmet back on his head and flipped the switch to infra red. He could see the bulk freighter in distress, immediately overhead.
"Sir, I strongly recommend we relocate the RRF and ourselves away from where we are right now," the platoon sergeant spoke with stern even tones, attempting to communicate the dire emergency of the situation.
"I don't see anything Sergeant," the lieutenant responded. "The Captain doesn't know what he is talking about."
"Put your helmet, on Lieutenant!" The sergeant exclaimed to the young officer.
The butter bar understood, complied and saw the problem. He keyed his mic in his handset. "All Dagger elements, a bulk freighter is having problems over Camp Able and may impact with the planet. The RRF is relocating to Rally Point fife six. All squads respond, Over."
Sergeant Kunst heard the call on the radio, looked up in the direction of Able, spotting the distressed freighter. Using a hand and arm signal, he brought the column of seven skimmers and one jeep to a halt in one of the busiest areas of the market place. "Dagger Six, this is Dagger one, roger that, Calagahn Market sector, out."
Sergeant Rocks began yelling at his second squad members in the day room. The nine soldiers pulled their gear on while the Third squad members did the same. They all ran outside together. The squad leaders yelled at the platoon leader as they ran by him to get on their skimmers; notifying them they were complying.
This wasn't good enough for the Lieutenant. "Rocks and Tanis, respond over the radio in sequence!"
Both NCOs looked annoyed, but complied. "Dagger Six, this is Dagger Two, roger out."
"Dagger six, this is Dagger Three, roger out," sergeant Tanis spoke into his head set.
Naturally, their communications check allowed the Lieutenant to know their radios were working fine and it also let the fourth squad leader know it was his turn.
Sergeant Bishop, fourth squad leader keyed his mic and spoke, "Dagger six, this is Dagger four, Financial District, roger out."
As Lieutenant Vandervoort lead the two RRF squads out and away from Camp Able, Sergeant Kunst decided to continue his patrol. With the infrared turned on, in his head set, he noticed an explosion inside the city, not far from his current location.
"First Squad!" Auggie Kunst yelled out. "Did you guys see that?" his head fixed in the direction of the explosion.
"Yea boss," PFC Drakos responded. Other soldiers answered affirmative, but a couple held out as the clueless few.
"Mount up and follow me. Oonk, keep that jeep close behind me. Felton, don't fire unless I tell you to. Corporal Schroeder, you take up the rear. Let's roll!" The squad leader yelled as they headed to investigate the explosion.
As the Slammer's rifle squad raced toward third platoon, Ida Company, Sergeant Kunst called Lieutenant Vandervoort on the radio to inform him of his observations and intentions to investigate. The Lieutenant then ordered Sergeant Bishop to converge on First Squad and assist. He then began to move the RRF to within one kilometer of where First and fourth squads were headed.
"Master Sergeant, Klinker," Lieutenant Vandervoort called to his Platoon Sergeant. "What is the personnel status of the platoon?"
The 38 year old professional soldier looked over his notes on the data pad attached to his left arm. "Authorized Strength, forty-six, on hand strength, forty-two sir," the older NCO responded with the strength of the platoon. "We had four men on sick call this morning. Private Shook, First squad is in the hospital recovering from a broken wrist. PFC Rotman, 2nd squad came down with a strain of influenza. Private Teuben, 3rd Squad is recovering from a right ankle sprain and PFC Groot, 4th Squad is suffering from a bad case of food poisoning."
"Any word on when they may be back?"
"Well, sir. Shook is out for at least three months. The docs have Rotman on meds and could be back as soon as three days from now.Teuben may need another two weeks before he is good to go and Groot should receive a clean bill of health tomorrow."
"What about vehicles?"
"As it turns out, four of our Skimmers are in the motor pool having their battery packs replaced. We've cross loaded skimmers so that the four soldiers on sick call, who have working skimmers are now in the possession of those soldiers who have skimmers in maintenance." The platoon sergeant went over the vehicle maintenance problems in the platoon.
"Tell me about Operations, Master Sergeant," the Platoon Leader addressed the NCO.
"As you know, the 1st Squad is in the market district, 4th squad is only about a mile from Sergeant Kunst's squad. 2nd and 3rd squads are with us here on Camp Able waiting to see if anything happens. They are hanging out in the day room with strict orders to go nowhere.
"Good, thank you, Sergeant Klinker." Second Lieutenant Michel Vandervoort had been platoon Leader for one month and it was questionable whether or not he shaved daily. His peach fuzz appeared to be on the light and wispy side. The Lieutenant joined the Slammers almost four years ago and is eagerly awaiting his promotion to First Lieutenant. As it turned out, the platoon members were one hundred percent of Dutch descent. They spoke Dutch, but also spoke English. They even had platoon members who spoke the Turkish and Arabic languages. These soldiers were of high value when they needed to communicate with the locals.
The Lieutenant listened to the radio as the Task Force Commander, Captain Torren's voice crackled over the radio. All Tambre elements, Camp Able is reporting distress signals from a bulk freighter, it is attempting an emergency landing at the space port." The lieutenant looked up into the sky and saw nothing. He was not wearing his helmet. Master Sergeant Klinker on the other hand, put his helmet back on his head and flipped the switch to infra red. He could see the bulk freighter in distress, immediately overhead.
"Sir, I strongly recommend we relocate the RRF and ourselves away from where we are right now," the platoon sergeant spoke with stern even tones, attempting to communicate the dire emergency of the situation.
"I don't see anything Sergeant," the lieutenant responded. "The Captain doesn't know what he is talking about."
"Put your helmet, on Lieutenant!" The sergeant exclaimed to the young officer.
The butter bar understood, complied and saw the problem. He keyed his mic in his handset. "All Dagger elements, a bulk freighter is having problems over Camp Able and may impact with the planet. The RRF is relocating to Rally Point fife six. All squads respond, Over."
Sergeant Kunst heard the call on the radio, looked up in the direction of Able, spotting the distressed freighter. Using a hand and arm signal, he brought the column of seven skimmers and one jeep to a halt in one of the busiest areas of the market place. "Dagger Six, this is Dagger one, roger that, Calagahn Market sector, out."
Sergeant Rocks began yelling at his second squad members in the day room. The nine soldiers pulled their gear on while the Third squad members did the same. They all ran outside together. The squad leaders yelled at the platoon leader as they ran by him to get on their skimmers; notifying them they were complying.
This wasn't good enough for the Lieutenant. "Rocks and Tanis, respond over the radio in sequence!"
Both NCOs looked annoyed, but complied. "Dagger Six, this is Dagger Two, roger out."
"Dagger six, this is Dagger Three, roger out," sergeant Tanis spoke into his head set.
Naturally, their communications check allowed the Lieutenant to know their radios were working fine and it also let the fourth squad leader know it was his turn.
Sergeant Bishop, fourth squad leader keyed his mic and spoke, "Dagger six, this is Dagger four, Financial District, roger out."
As Lieutenant Vandervoort lead the two RRF squads out and away from Camp Able, Sergeant Kunst decided to continue his patrol. With the infrared turned on, in his head set, he noticed an explosion inside the city, not far from his current location.
"First Squad!" Auggie Kunst yelled out. "Did you guys see that?" his head fixed in the direction of the explosion.
"Yea boss," PFC Drakos responded. Other soldiers answered affirmative, but a couple held out as the clueless few.
"Mount up and follow me. Oonk, keep that jeep close behind me. Felton, don't fire unless I tell you to. Corporal Schroeder, you take up the rear. Let's roll!" The squad leader yelled as they headed to investigate the explosion.
As the Slammer's rifle squad raced toward third platoon, Ida Company, Sergeant Kunst called Lieutenant Vandervoort on the radio to inform him of his observations and intentions to investigate. The Lieutenant then ordered Sergeant Bishop to converge on First Squad and assist. He then began to move the RRF to within one kilometer of where First and fourth squads were headed.
Is it safe to assume there is room for another?
Welcome aboard, buddy.
Looking good Gunther. The only thing I would add is weaponry wise. Slammers infantry carry 2cm powerguns and 1cm sub-machine gun variants as primary armaments.
Check out the hiders. Everyone has the 20mm Assault Rifles with a few exceptions. I added an underbarrel Grenade Launcher, two per squad and Buzz Bombs, two per squad. Also, each squad has a jeep with either buzzbombs or AGL mounted on each. They provide some overwatch when the platoon is maneuvering.
Heh, must've misread. I thought she ditched the place way younger.
Kiera left the same time Loden left. Loden was 17 and Kiera is 7 years older. I should do a timeline to show overlap.
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