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If you are a fan of Warhammer 40,000 or Age of Sigmar, let me know. Maybe we can put together an RP. I play Ironjawz & Kruleboyz in AOS and Salamanders & Drukhari in 40K.
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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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A few years ago, when Lieutenant Jovar first came aboard the USS Orion, just as he had done aboard the USS Cochrane and the USS Lantree, Jovar set up a few exercise programs on the ship’s Holodeck. Program one simply resembled a gym with weights, cardio equipment and mats to stretch and perform other exercises not requiring weights like Push-ups and sit-ups. Program two resembled a cage with a matted floor for two people to spar against one another. Program three establishes various scenarios for hand to hand combat armed or unarmed, against computer generated opponents. Program four has the option of choosing several different terrain settings and consists of engaging targets at various ranges uses laser weapons. Today, the tactical department chief Lieutenant Commander Poxx and the ship’s Tactical Officer were exercising on the Holodeck using Jovar’s exercise program one.
“Interesting.” Xiril said through a grunt. He and Jovar held themselves up in tense push-up positions across from one another on the ship’s holodeck, having spent the past few minutes discussing their respective planet’s courtship rituals as the conversation for that morning’s workout -- Namely, their unspoken superiority to the contrived, confusing rituals of their human crewmates. Xiril was now fifty pushups behind Jovar, though this was not entirely out of the norm. He was, after all, more of a swimmer in physique.
“In the Klingon culture, it involves a lot of grunting, scratching and biting.” Jovar got caught up in the moment. His push-ups slowed as he stared into the distance, obviously imagining the Klingon mating session.
Xiril furrowed a hairless brow, before tilting his head into his own more reserved recollections. “On Cepha, we typically,” He paused, bringing himself up from the ground with a moment of exertion. “Create a mating nest out of soft seaweed,” He pushed himself up once more, slower than the last pushup. “And a mating drum from the skin of a fish.” Finishing his remark, he sat up and rolled onto his backside to sit on the holodeck’s simulated gym’s floor with a grunt. “I have been told the Vulcans have a similar ritual.”
“Honestly Commander, I do not know about Vulcan mating rituals or whether or not they create nests of seaweed.” Jovar illuminated to his section leader.
Xiril nodded, standing up to stretch. “I know little of the people, and have only ever briefly encountered their kind. Have you ever encountered a Vulcan Captain?”
“I find the people to be plain and boring. They all have black hair and brown eyes. They have their pointed ears and speak only of logic. There is no color, animation or anything interesting in their lives. They are very different from the Klingons and I must also state, very different from humans. Enough about that,” Jovar stated. “Have you been to Vulcan before the Orion? I was there with the Cochrane about six years ago.
“The Highlander once stopped at Vulcan during my tenure as helmsman, but my rebreather was not properly calibrated for the planet’s environment at the time.” He tapped the metal device on his neck and sucked in a lungful of air as if to emphasize his point. “I look forward to meeting one, however. It seems the Vulcan philosophy mirrors Cephanian instinct.” He walked over to one of the gym’s many treadmills and began pressing a few buttons on the screen. “Ambassador Spock is a Half-Vulcan, I hear. He will be the first Half-Vulcan I have met, though I will likely be the first Cephanian he has met.” He chuckled dryly to himself three times and no further, cracking his lips into the faintest of smiles.
Jovar stood up, slipped on a pair of sparring gloves; the light gloves that provide padding to the back of the hand, yet the tips of each finger are exposed. A heavy bag hung from the wall in one area of the gym. Jovar assumed a solid fighting stance with his arms up to his face. He tapped the bag with a left jab. Then repeated the jab twenty more times, increasing the intensity with each strike. He then rotated his right shoulder forward, throwing a succession of crosses. Then he alternated Jab cross in rapid succession for one hundred strikes. After completing the jabs and crosses, he dropped into the push-up position, executed one push up then jumped back up to his feet and struck the heavy bag with an additional two hundred successive jabs and crosses. He continued in this manner, until he had hit the bag five hundred times and executed five burpees.
“Commander, I should check the port side phased energy emitter on the lower hull. It has been acting oddly lately. I will check with Engineering to see if they have fixed it at all.” Jovar was ready to leave the holodeck and begin his duties, but he had one more thing he wanted to do before he left. He removed his gloves and picked up a towel. “Unless of course, you would like to go for a few rounds?” Lieutenant Jovar smiled at his supervisor; intentionally baring his teeth.
Xiril gave him the closest thing a Cephanian could to a smile -- A nod warmer than his usual. “I am still recovering from our last bout of sparring, Lieutenant, but I feel I have lost a finer degree of skill during this absence.” He paused for a moment, grasping faintly in a gesture for “I don’t know”, trying to bring the right words to mind. “I fear I am growing, as one might say, rusted?”
“OK, Commander. I’ll see you on the bridge in an hour or so. I’ll check with Engineering about that phased energy emitter. Thank you for the work out.” Jovar nodded at Commander Poxx and left. Within the hour, Lieutenant Jovar was standing at his station to the rear of the bridge behind the Captain’s chair.
“Interesting.” Xiril said through a grunt. He and Jovar held themselves up in tense push-up positions across from one another on the ship’s holodeck, having spent the past few minutes discussing their respective planet’s courtship rituals as the conversation for that morning’s workout -- Namely, their unspoken superiority to the contrived, confusing rituals of their human crewmates. Xiril was now fifty pushups behind Jovar, though this was not entirely out of the norm. He was, after all, more of a swimmer in physique.
“In the Klingon culture, it involves a lot of grunting, scratching and biting.” Jovar got caught up in the moment. His push-ups slowed as he stared into the distance, obviously imagining the Klingon mating session.
Xiril furrowed a hairless brow, before tilting his head into his own more reserved recollections. “On Cepha, we typically,” He paused, bringing himself up from the ground with a moment of exertion. “Create a mating nest out of soft seaweed,” He pushed himself up once more, slower than the last pushup. “And a mating drum from the skin of a fish.” Finishing his remark, he sat up and rolled onto his backside to sit on the holodeck’s simulated gym’s floor with a grunt. “I have been told the Vulcans have a similar ritual.”
“Honestly Commander, I do not know about Vulcan mating rituals or whether or not they create nests of seaweed.” Jovar illuminated to his section leader.
Xiril nodded, standing up to stretch. “I know little of the people, and have only ever briefly encountered their kind. Have you ever encountered a Vulcan Captain?”
“I find the people to be plain and boring. They all have black hair and brown eyes. They have their pointed ears and speak only of logic. There is no color, animation or anything interesting in their lives. They are very different from the Klingons and I must also state, very different from humans. Enough about that,” Jovar stated. “Have you been to Vulcan before the Orion? I was there with the Cochrane about six years ago.
“The Highlander once stopped at Vulcan during my tenure as helmsman, but my rebreather was not properly calibrated for the planet’s environment at the time.” He tapped the metal device on his neck and sucked in a lungful of air as if to emphasize his point. “I look forward to meeting one, however. It seems the Vulcan philosophy mirrors Cephanian instinct.” He walked over to one of the gym’s many treadmills and began pressing a few buttons on the screen. “Ambassador Spock is a Half-Vulcan, I hear. He will be the first Half-Vulcan I have met, though I will likely be the first Cephanian he has met.” He chuckled dryly to himself three times and no further, cracking his lips into the faintest of smiles.
Jovar stood up, slipped on a pair of sparring gloves; the light gloves that provide padding to the back of the hand, yet the tips of each finger are exposed. A heavy bag hung from the wall in one area of the gym. Jovar assumed a solid fighting stance with his arms up to his face. He tapped the bag with a left jab. Then repeated the jab twenty more times, increasing the intensity with each strike. He then rotated his right shoulder forward, throwing a succession of crosses. Then he alternated Jab cross in rapid succession for one hundred strikes. After completing the jabs and crosses, he dropped into the push-up position, executed one push up then jumped back up to his feet and struck the heavy bag with an additional two hundred successive jabs and crosses. He continued in this manner, until he had hit the bag five hundred times and executed five burpees.
“Commander, I should check the port side phased energy emitter on the lower hull. It has been acting oddly lately. I will check with Engineering to see if they have fixed it at all.” Jovar was ready to leave the holodeck and begin his duties, but he had one more thing he wanted to do before he left. He removed his gloves and picked up a towel. “Unless of course, you would like to go for a few rounds?” Lieutenant Jovar smiled at his supervisor; intentionally baring his teeth.
Xiril gave him the closest thing a Cephanian could to a smile -- A nod warmer than his usual. “I am still recovering from our last bout of sparring, Lieutenant, but I feel I have lost a finer degree of skill during this absence.” He paused for a moment, grasping faintly in a gesture for “I don’t know”, trying to bring the right words to mind. “I fear I am growing, as one might say, rusted?”
“OK, Commander. I’ll see you on the bridge in an hour or so. I’ll check with Engineering about that phased energy emitter. Thank you for the work out.” Jovar nodded at Commander Poxx and left. Within the hour, Lieutenant Jovar was standing at his station to the rear of the bridge behind the Captain’s chair.
Collaboration With: @DeadBeatWalking
@Orlan@Ruby@Blue Demon
If Orlan's character is just a joke then im out. Bridge officers do not get away with acting like that, no starfleet personel would be let anywhere near a starship if they acted like that, and no one like that would make the rank of Commander in Starfleet.
I agree with Teddy. He would not need to refer to a manual. He would know his job inside and out. He would be the Subject Matter Expert on all things to do with communications especially how to operate the machinery. There is no way this would be new to him.
Tactical reports the port side phased energy emitter on the lower hull has been acting oddly. It is in my collab with DeadBeatWalking. If any of the engineers want to include a diagnostic check or actual repairs, that would be fine.
@ChevJovar would like a glass of Iced Raktajino and some Rokeg Blood pie to go!
Commander Poxx and Lt. Jovar are currently in the Holodek working out. /Still writing.
Commander Poxx and Lt. Jovar are currently in the Holodek working out. /Still writing.
Thanks Teddy. I love shit like that. 😃
@DeadBeatWalking would you like to do a collaboration on Google docs before the Orion departs earth?
@Gunther Do you want to be the one to pull over Jimmy?
I assume this is a reference to something in the IC. If Jimmy is drivign a car, I would say no. Benny is on foot. I have not read the last few posts in the IC yet. Have not had time.
Watching and waiting...
Jovar has been at Tactical for about four years.
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