Welcome To The World

[Black Knight of Keno]

Five years ago the aliens came. First they gave us technologies beyond our imagination. The World was united into the Coalition of Nations and had become a Utopia where no disease seemed to be uncurable. There as only one problem in all this, and that was the aliens still hovering around in upper orbit with mre and more demands of the Human race. A year ago it all came to an end. No more negotiations, no more upholding of utopia, no more peace and happiness. The squid-like alien race attacked with spider-like critters as their main troops, driving Earth into distortion and ruins. Over 60% of the human race was killed in within the first weeks and the rest vanished underground to the many sewer systems and military bases. Every hole the humans could find and gather in was reinforced as a fortress and the only way the humans could speak with each others was by using old phones with new phonelines running underground. Every man was trained in the use of weapons and those women that wanted to help their planet was free to do so. As the war dragged on, the new laser-based weapons were discarded as ineffective against the aliens and older models of assault rifle(Not the style we have, but the moe bulky ones seen in games and movies) were taken up again as way more effective. The armors had been upgraded from nowadays of a vest and bulletproof armour into either bulky exoskeletons or skinsuits.

 

We start right before Operation Appletree, a larger battle against a massive base of the alien invaders. The mission is to first gain entrance into the base by any means necessary, infiltrate the power supply and detonate a plastic explosive there. There is one main team where all of the PCs are with those NPCs that are not taken plus nine other teams. Each team holds ten men or women in it. They will be made out of the following:

• Squad Leader
  
• Medic
  
• Heavy Weapons
  
• Sniper
  
• Communications
  
• Explosives
  
• Explosives
  
• Scout
  
• Rifleman
  
• Rifleman
  

 

No need for profiles. Just tell which part you character will be playing with some insight into how old he/she is and what kind of an armor and weapon the character uses

[Black Knight of Keno]

The medic knelt down to pick up the head of a statue nearby. It had rained just a few hours ago but the artillery strike that the humans had unleashed upon the once great city had started up the flames again. The thirty-something man stood up and placed the head onto the statue just so it could fall back onto the ground, smashing to pieces while it did so. It had been his home city at one point. Now it was just another part of the battlefield where they would endure the horrors of the aliens. The man, named Alexander Joaquin by his parents but called Alex by all his friends, turned back to the squad and loaded up his assault rifle before walking over to them and looking over the strategic map they had been given.

 

"It's a shame how a beautiful city like this can change so suddenly. I remember playing football in the library yard and te librarian coming to scream at me and my friends when we were little. Now the grass is brown, the windows are shattered and half the roof is gone with the whole other wall in a pile next to the building" he said and sighed before looking over at their Squad Leader.

[Flamehart]

A lone sniper stood behind the small advancing group momentarily, his sights pointed past them, keeping an eye, before finally lowering his high caliber sniper rifle, sliding it around to rest on his shoulder, and unholstering a large, high-powered pistol from his hipholster. He advanced with the rest, his ears picking up the different conversations the soldiers were having, as well as the distant noises in the background from the war. As a marksman, he had trained his senses to every possible heightened level, his vision extremely sharp and his hearing just as much, his reflexes always on edge. His name was James Enfield. His urban patterned, lightly padded exoskeleton seemed to blend in well with the environment, regardless where he was standing, a credit to the amount of technology put into the new armors for the snipers to prevent being spotted during firefights. He had a young, handsome face with short, wavy black hair, and was only as old as 19.

 

He heard Alex's reminiscent recall of the time before the war, and nodded a little. "Such good days turned bleak by the face of war." He had a rather athletic build - but it was something just as of recent, as in since the war started. One had an idea that before he took up arms, he was more of a philosophist, a writer, an artist of some kind. He now took up the art of sniping. He looked over the landscape nearby, his senses alert. He heard the distant fighting, but said nothing, and performed a small sign of the cross to himself, praying for the other groups currently fighting for their future on the battlefield. "Pray Lord that we can bring an end to this hell," he muttered to himself, and looked at the rest of the soldiers.

[Writer]

By rank, she was a scout, but just yet there was not much for her to do. In her mid-twenties, Allison Greystone had chosen a skinsuit over the exoskeleton for armor as it made her job far easier. Though exoskeletons were quite maneuverable for their size, the skinsuit was far more so. Her pitch black hair was pulled tightly back into a short ponytail. Nicknamed Slinker, Alli was the squad's scout for several reasons; she was small, standing at exactly five feet tall and therefore had an easier time hiding, she was capable of sneaking about in almost total silence, and with her technological intelligence, she was also quite capable of infiltration unseen.

 

As she walked silently with the squad, she unsheathed a small pistol and a 21 inch dagger. Holding the gun in her left hand and the knife in her right, she checked her surroundings and her ears caught James Enfield's quiet prayer.

 

"Now you got me wonderin', Enfield," she said softly, her cool blue eyes flicking left and right, always on their surroundings and never meeting his; "you really believe in God or you jus' echoin' somethin' you maybe heard someone else say?"

[Black Knight of Keno]

The large exoskeleton of Alex clunked as he jumped over a pile of rubble. His exoskeleton was more bulky than the rest due to the medical equipment inside it. It also had the red cross on the chest, back and both shoulders. He carried his assault rifle loosely on it's belt that was around his neck.

"Everyone knows there's no god except for those cults near old Italy and in Middle-east. Those guys are pretty weird" he said and looked around. He took the small headset's seethrought screen and scanner down and looked around. There was no signs of vitals around except for those of his teammates. They were actually closing in on their target and the other teams had taken most of the enemies upon themselves. However, just as they got to see the walls of the huge alien structure, a scream came from the roofs around them.

 

"Take cover!" someone shouted and all rolled to the side, opening fire on the hordes of spider-like aliens swarming at them from the roofs and beeath piles of rubble. Someone screamed and the other rifleman stumbled out from his cover with a spider alien eating on his face with several other similiar aliens jumping on the body to munch on him also. The medic swiftly shot a few precise shots at the alien. They dispersed and were shot before Alexander rushed out, dragging the rifleman into a building while two others rushed to cover them. Alex opened a few hatces on his suit, starting to operate on the young boy.

"Not even fifteen..." he mumbled and opened the chest armor of the rifleman to ease his breathing and such bodily functions

[Writer]

Moving aside to help in protecting Alex as he worked on the injured rifleman, Alli fired off three more rounds before ejecting her empty clip and clicking a new one into place. Kneeling next to Alex, she fired once more before pausing, intent on answering his comment about the cults and God.

 

"You underestimate the number of people who still believe," she said softly. "And I'm not talking about the cults..."

[Flamehart]

"I really believe in God," Enfield had remarked honestly when she had asked. When the young man had become attacked, he fired his high-caliber pistol several times with his other fellow squadmates. As Alex tended to the young boy, he moved to a slightly higher ground near them, holstered his pistol and raised his rifle, his eyes darting about sharply, occasionally raising his sights to fire a suppressive round.

 

He was not disappointed in his fellow comrades' lack of faith, he already knew well many had lost their faith already. He kept his eyes wary, and pushed it back for now, focusing on keeping his comrades covered.

[Curt-Man]

the ground under a whole bunch of spiders suddenly exploded to smitherines and taking a lot of the spiders with it. A 24 year old Jason Tack came on the scene switching from his detonator to his assault rifle and fired at the spiders that now deemed him a threat.

"Yee haw! y'see that explosion! she was a real beauty!" He yelled over the firing. His exoskeleton armor was slightly smaller than the rest, he had modified it himself. He was one of the team's explosives experts, he had to get in under cover fire, plant a bomb and get out real fast, so he shrunk it, while still providing room for his beloved explosives. He had a hammer infront of an explosive painted on each shoulder of his armor.

[Black Knight of Keno]

The medic pressed a button on his exoskeleton's belt, activating the SMAC(Special Medical Assistance Communication) on his headset.

"This is MA-1138. We have a man down. Request emergency evacuation of Rifleman Johnston immediately"

"Roger, Alex, we're sending the digger right away. Secure the site"

"Roger that, base" he said and closed the chest of the rifleman's exoskeleton, still obersving his vital signs before moving to a window, smashing a screen and then opening fire on the rest of the spider.

"Let's give the digger some room. We're gonna need the whole crossroad behind us secured for it to get here safely" he called out and the Squad Leader agreed.

"Let's move up further so they can evacuate safely. Distract the enemy!" he said and then called out a war cry that got it's roots from the distant past of his homeland's, Finland's, history. Alex joined in and jumped throught the window.

 

"Hakkaa päälle!" the Squad Leader shouted while the Medic used the english version:

"Cut them down!"

They rushed forwards together, guns ablazing and without any oncern for their own wellbeing. The aliens were distracted indeed. Distracted enought to actually stop the attack completely and even some decided to run for it, scared of both the noise and the brash move of running straight towards them. The two men were so alike in nature and views about the human race's standing and wishes on what it should be. They acted like they were invincible, probably because both had the basic Finnish idealism inside their thick skulls. Alexander was any generations Finnish-American while the Squad Leader had moved to America when he was ten from Finland. The two men had gotten as far as four buildings before going for cover and holding their places. They had reloaded one at a time on the way there, covering each other while the other raloaded and so forth. Also they had used in total four grenades. Three from the Squad Leader and one from the medic

 

((Hehe... If you want to know more about the whole finnish thing, contact me and I'll try to explain with Wikipedia as my backup))

[Curt-Man]

Jason smirked and followed in the fun. He rifle ablazing he soon caught up with the two other men and dived for cover opposite the two. He pulled out on of his custom grenades, pulled the pin and lobbed it. It blew up before hitting the ground and the eplxosion resulted in 4 smaller grenades to explode covering more ground.

[Flamehart]

James Enfield did not hesitate. He used this time to climb swiftly to hire ground and begin sniping. He moved quickly, from one location to the next, never letting the Squad Leader and Medic leave his sight, firing with incomparable accuracy. Finally, feeling discontent with the lack of activity, he pulled the scope off and stuffed it in a container on his belt, then clicked his rifle over to burst fire, and dashed in with the rest, raising his rifle to nail several of the aliens with three-shot rounds to the head. He loved being a sharpshooter, and like the two men leading the charge, felt a veil of invincibility so long as he knew he felt confident he would never miss.

[Curt-Man]

Jason did a lot of popping up and firing off a few shots. He may not be a sniper or a rifleman, but he knew how to conserve ammo and pick his shots carefully.

[Black Knight of Keno]

A loud rumbling noise came from below them. First the tip of a huge drill came to the surface, then a small, tracked box came after it and after getting up from the hole made by the drill, the back of the box opened and several heavily esxoskeletoned support troops came out with three medics. The support troops opened fire on the aliens, helping to fend them off while the medics hurried to the patient with a stretcher. The rifleman was evauated swiftly and the support troops entered the ambulance again, leaving the squad to their own again.

 

Alex jumped up, shooting at the aliens that were still there.

"They're pulling back! Report in!" the squad leader shouted as the medic dropped back down.

"Medic reporting in" he said and glanced over the small rubble pile to see the aliens withdrawing back towards their base. It would mean they would have more trouble getting inside the base

[Flamehart]

James knelt near the Medic and the Squad Leader, pulling the scope back out and attaching it to his rifle. He fired several shots, pinning some of the retreating aliens with ease, and called over to the Squad Leader, "Sniper Enfield reporting in!"

[Curt-Man]

"Explosives Tack, Reporting in sir!" Jason responded on his way over to where they regrouped.

[Writer]

"Scout Greyfield reporting in," Alli said, keeping close to Alex and James. Though she didn't voice her thoughts, she was wondering exactly how useful a scout would be at the moment. Still, she didn't question orders; she'd been told to go and so here she was, no questions asked.

[Black Knight of Keno]

"They've pulled back to the base. Comm!" the squad leader said and the comm came over with the radio. After a brief consultation with the other squads, the leader looked towards the base up ahead.

"Yeah... We're still going to go in. The other squads are going to make a diversion while two squads, ours and another on the opposite side, are going to try and get inside, plant the bombs and get the hell out. Alli, we're gonna need you now. The base might have patrols on the walls and outside and we need info on teir movements and on weak spots of the wall. One is more stealthy than a whole squad. We'll stay back and make a plan. James will cover you from a distance. Keep your radios on and sences alert. Okay, let's move it" he said and led the team into a more secure and covered place from attacks. He took out the map and spread it out on the floor so they could see it. A new plan was being formed, even if it probably would be thrown out the window when they got inside

[Curt-Man]

Jason stood and glanced at the map. He was no strategist, he just followed orders.

[Flamehart]

James tossed his empty clip and loaded a new one in. He reached into another pocket of his much slimmer, body fitting exoskeleton than the others, similar to Alli's, but with far more armor and padding. He withdrew from it a silencer, which he screwed onto the end. "I'll watch your back Alli, and I won't break your cover with my shooting. They won't even hear me," he assured, and followed her towards the compound.

[Writer]

Alli smiled. "Thanks, James," she whispered. Then, she slipped away, darting from cover to cover with next to no noise. When she was sure she'd lost the wall guards' attentions, she surged forward, almost unseen against the bleak landscape. And she very nearly made a blunder. As she darted toward her next cover, she heard an enemy patrol coming toward her. Frantic to keep herself hidden, she dove to the ground and stiffened, holding her breath to appear dead.

 

Oh, God, I hope James catches them before they realize I ain't dead... she thought to herself. And she waited. One member of the patrol stopped the others and they gathered around Alli's stiff, still form. Hesitantly, one of them nudged her, but she kept up her act, hoping James would take care of them quickly...

[Flamehart]

James quickly dashed away after she did and took up a position at higher ground. He began adjusting his scope and tightening his silencer, then withdrew his binoculars to look around and follow Alli's movements. From there, he saw her attempt to feign death. He lowered his binoculars and concealed them once more, and drew up his rifle, his eyes lining down the scope...

 

 

 

All Alli heard during the next few seconds were grunts and groans of the aliens, sounding like their usual forms of communication to the humans. However, after a few moments, they all suddenly ceased, but were shortly followed by the thud of bodies hitting the ground. They were all dead and not a single gunshot heard. In the distance, Alli could see James lowering his rifle slightly to look directly at her, nodding in confirmation that he'd taken all of them down, from back to front to prevent them from noticing. He eyed around for a moment with his scope, then gave her the affirmative to continue.

[Writer]

Breathing a sigh of relief, Alli stood and muttered, "Oh, God, that was too close. Gotta be more careful." She continued on more carefully from then on, encountering a couple more patrols, but managing to keep herself hidden from them. Finally, she reached the wall. There, she took a small device from her belt and placed it against the wall. After about a minute, the device beeped.

 

"My scanner just finished an external stability readout," she said into the comm. "Patrols round the base within ten minutes of one another. Any move we do will have to be quick. The weakest spot is on the south wall, a meter off the ground."

 

She tugged her scanner off the wall and clipped it to her belt again. "Coming back now." She turned and headed back toward James.

[Flamehart]

James raised his scopes and followed her as she returned, keeping an eye for any patrols that may have spotted her. She seemed clear for the most part, and dismounted from his position to meet her. "Good job, that was a close one there," he commented with a grin, unscrewing the silencer from his rifle and heading back to their squad with her.

[Writer]

Alli grinned at James. "Thanks for the cover," she said. "That was way too close for comfort." With a little shiver, she went on to say, "I think that's the closest I've ever been to them when I'm not shooting and slicing at them." She patted her long knife as she said this.

[Flamehart]

James finished reloading his rifle, then looked at her. "You gave me quite a scare myself. I had just gotten into position when I saw you dive to the ground and the patrol approach you. I had to think and act fast," he admitted. "Luckily they bought it long enough. We can leave that particular segment out of our report if it'd make you feel better," Enfield added.