Okay. i guess i'll give this thread a chance for once. please reply if i messed something up.
Name: Jason Bradley
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6'3" ( 190.50 cm) Wears Body Armor over what he is wearing while working, Otherwise. He wears a Jacket with a Black shirt underneath. wears Camo Pants and boots
Birthdate:2368 (Age 27)
Race: Human
Profession: Gunner, Former Mercenary
Bio: Born in Earth. Jason was born in a failing marriage between his mother and father. the parents soon divorced and his mother taking custody of him. Jason was enrolled in Collage and graduated in Scientific Phenomenons . He then enlisted in the military, but was discharged from insubordination after saving 2 civilians from gunfire even though his commanding officer said to stay in his position.
Jason the went into Mercenary work. where he protected major contacts and participated in Civil Wars which earned him a lot of money. However he soon quit being a mercenary after he learned that the Operations they work on has costed a lot of innocent lives which he was diagnosed with PTSD afterwards. After being unemployed for months, Jason heard news about Terika-Belladonna company taking in jobs. Jason signed up to be a gunner to earn some cash, shoot stuff, and for the love of adventure while trying escape his past life.
Special Skills or Attributes: Assault Specialist, Has knowledge of Gun Fighting tactics, making him good on the offensive.
Did i screw up or did i do right?
Yuga nodded towards Vakarus in acknowledgement and turned to Owen.
"Set her down, Mr Jackson."
She activated the comms and sent a message through the speakers in the cargo hold, "We commence the operation, lower the ramp and deploy. Keep in contact regarding the progression of the mission."
...
Markus walked over to the console and began lowering the ramp. He walked to the edge of the door as the ramp slowly lowered itself, revealing the putrid landscape that was Voyak. Holding onto a railing to keep himself steady he stood and watched the scenery.
" 'S a right down filthy world, just the way I like it."
[editline]12th June 2016[/editline]
((Not from what I can tell, JB. Talk to Sega and we'll see about when we can implement you into the crew.))
[QUOTE=Radley;50501284]
((Not from what I can tell, JB. Talk to Sega and we'll see about when we can implement you into the crew.))[/QUOTE]
Thanks Radley. i'll be waiting.
Maddox tapped Koval on the shoulder. "Let's scout ahead for our contact." With his rifle raised he moved ahead and jumped down onto the muddy soil. His metal boots created two large imprints which slowly began to dissolve due to the acid rain.
"At least it will be hard to track us." Maddox thought to himself.
He moved forward and kneeled down while scanning the area. "Mad here, we're on the ground. LZ secured."
(( Nvm ))
[i]Johannes steps off the ramp and follows the rest of the crew, his rifle held at the ready. He comments sidelong to Taylor and Maddox.[/i][b] "I would never jeopardize a mission over a personal grievance."[/b][i] Johannes slowly scans the horizon and the immediate area, looking out for hostile combatants.[/i]
"Don't take this the wrong way Johannes, but I've heard that enough times to not believe anyone who says that. And if you don't mind, I'm gonna sit right next to you just to make sure."
((Which character is saying that))
[Amy. Alex is gonna be on the ship for this one.]
Markus checked the right flank walking a short distance in the opposite direction of Mad. He scanned the area and remained standing, turning to look at Taylor over his shoulder, "So, this contact... We know anythin 'bout this bloke?"
((Can't find Amy's character sheet. Really wish Sega would edit the OP with links to all the characters))
[i]Johannes chuckles.[/i][b] "If I knew winning a sparring match would get me the attention of a pretty girl like you, I would have done it sooner. Sit right next to me as long as you like."[/b]
[Charecter sheet is right [URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1505836&p=50064480&viewfull=1#post50064480"]here.[/URL] ]
Amy smiled under her helmet. "Good that you understand my concerns. Yknow, I like you. I really do. We have a lot in common." She got a bit closer. "We're both mercenaries. Both free agents. Had a rough life." She got closer and closer with each word untill she got close enough to put one hand on Johanne's shoulder. "And we both prefer women."
(( oh my god Johannes just got melted ))
((This, ladies and gentlemen, is what is in educated circles known as clamjammed.))
(([B]SAVAGERY[/B]))
"Our contact, a gohva agent, should be in a nearby phosphorus processing plant." she stated as she stepped off the ship and into the mud. "Eyes open. If you see UGC, act natural. Don't shoot unless they shoot first."
Valkyrie stepped off behind her, a bit softer since she wasn't as heavy. She looked up at the sky to see dark clouds and smog. "Crank up the temperatures, and we'd have a shitty planet to rival your homeworld, Taylor." she remarked, walking by her as she headed over to a nearby oil drum. The Cerberus drone leaped off the ramp and followed close behind her.
Maddox moved up with his weapaon at the ready and approached one of the nearby structures. He lowered his weapon and looked inside. It was a small office, vacant since long. Maddox looked over his shoulder. "All clear here."
He assumed a more neutral stance and regrouped with the team. "How far out is the processing plant?"
[i]Johannes clears his visor and winks at Amy[/i][b] "Who said I preferred women? I was more interested in having a new fag hag"[/b][i] He puts an arm around her shoulder.[/i][b] "We're gonna be best buddies."[/b]
(( I'm going to assume Jag's part of the ground team if that's alright with everyone. ))
The Sanghvi spent it's last few moments in solitude, preparing it's physical shell to endure the hard shift of gravity when it's departs to the ruined surface of Voyak.
Jag also allowed it's mind wander on several uneasy thoughts while it mediated.
Afterwards, Jag walked down behind Taylor as the squad walk upon Voyak's landscape.
Now equipped with various types of grenades under it's cloak from the armory.
It looked over it's surroundings while slowly walking across towards the center of group.
It's implant let out hiss, confirming it's contention to the Muramasa's channels.
Jag then knelled down for a moment upon on the planet's ground, quickly adjusting it's body to the planet's atmosphere.
Unbeknownst to the crew, Moloch was watching them from the inside of his shuttle which was parked somewhere not too far away. He didn't care about the crew however, it was Frosty's starfighter which caught his attention. Though seeing a group of humans and aliens leave the Muramasa, it made him wonder if who he was looking for was really there since he wouldn't ever want to be among people like them. Still, he was going to stick around longer, the least he could do is investigate how they acquired it.
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;50503344](( I'm going to assume Jag's part of the ground team if that's alright with everyone. ))[/QUOTE]
((Yeah, I left it sorta open, since I usually assume basically all the combat crew are the away team unless specified.))
Amy remained with the same expresion. "If I'm your fag hag, you're my fag stag. I know how it works, but I don't care. If we're gonna keep our relationship like this, were gonna be on those terms. Now let's go get the APC, fucker. We got shit to blow up!"
[i]Johannes grins.[/i][b] "Deal. I can't wait to use these extremely deadly explosives Maddox gave me."[/b]
As everyone got used to their surroundings and got ready to move out, Valkyrie felt a little light headed suddenly. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in years. She looked about, then spotted a craft sitting not too far away through the faint haze of smog. She instantly recognized it, but didn't say anything. Ah shit, she thought to herself. What are THEY doing here? Hopefully this one doesn't start chasing them and flinging fireballs like the last one.
Taylor looked around at the others, then at Mad. "Plant should be...that way." said Taylor, taking a moment to check out a tactical map on her HUD and pointing to the northeast. Towards another large factory structure, the closer one of several since this was an industrial park. She started walking, looking around as the terrain beneath shifted from mud to chunky gravel from the gravel factory next to them.
Maddox nodded. He moved up ahead and scanned the area.
"Hey Hariim, you got anything on the sensors?"
(( Guys I'm really sorry for not being active. New job, new home, getting ready for travel soon, etc. has been going on.
I'm going to try to catch up in the next few days. Sega's going to give me a summary of everything that's happened tomorrow evening and I hope to be back to posting a lot more before the end of the week. ))
Arch-Zealot Widon Hazadok o the Divinity Creed tapped his finger restlessly on the gun lying infront of him while eyeballing Colonel Hakon Burke of the Lunar Children who was cleaning his five-inch serrated alloy blade. He too was looking infront of him, with his eyes fixed on Hazadok.
The tension inside the room was high as the leaders of the two fanatical factions had arrived for a meeting and while they had a shared interest in the Sol system, their visions were essentially just as different as day and night differed from one another.
Sided by numerous trusted advisors and bodyguards, the two men waited patiently for their host to arrive.
Hazadok glanced to his sides. Next to him were four members of God's Fist, an elite unit of the Creed's military arm. Having proved their absolute loyalty to Hazadok and the Lord himself, they were both the most fanatical and ruthless soldiers of the Divinity Creed.
Burke on the other hand was sided by soldiers from the Lunar Children Nightwings, a special forces unit capable of going up against the skilled men and women of the SSFD. Unlike most members of the Lunar Children militia these intimidating soldiers wore customized military-grade armor with a blue half-cape on their left shoulders.
Suddenly the door on the far side of the triangular table opened up, revealing a man in a black coat with orange and black details. His face was shaven and his head bald, a long scar ran across his right eye.
This coupled with weathered facial features and two unnaturally dark eyes this man could be none less than Lord Vexar Sword.
He nodded towards the two men and sat down. "Gentlemen." He started before adjusting his coat.
"You have been called here today to be informed. Our plans are moving forward just as foreseen. We will soon be ready to strike and lash out against these traitors who dare call themselves the true lords of Sol."
Vexar looked at Hazadok and Burke. "Even though Zealots Korunov and Roth retreated from Novithus earlier than anticipated we managed to get ahold of the required intel, sadly our commando was lost when the anticipated timetable was proven to be... incorrect. A biproduct of our high security. However despite the unfortunate loss of this commando alongside one of the cells in Terranos, the plans remain safe and we will procceed accordingly."
Vexar observed all of his [i]guests[/i] down to every last detail. "Even if Sol officials begin to pick up on our scent it will be far too late for them, of that I can assure you. That is all."
The man thens tood up and left the room, signifying the end of the meeting.
Frosty, having yet to receive orders for lift off, decides to head straight to the bridge just so he could get updates on the situation.
The thought that the bridge was supposed to be for command crewmembers only has yet to cross his mind.
Once the entire away team had deployed from the craft, the Muramasa gently rose with a steady hum to begin its holding pattern over the city outskirts. The constant drizzle of rain and acrid smells made the work wholly unpleasant to the crew in the gravel yard, regardless of their various forms of environmental protection. They slogged across the mushy ground toward the warehouses which bordered the entire lot, beyond which the phosphorus plant glowed with a greenish-yellow light. It was a Friday evening, and so the workers were away and the crew had thus far gone undetected, aside from a single eavesdropper interested in the rare starfighter on the Muramasa's back.
At the northeast corner of the yard, they turned and entered a narrow alleyway between two of the brick and mortar structures and encountered paved ground. There, finally, the crew encountered a tetrian and a gohva, two Peacekeepers, dressed in light grey trench coats with matching helmets and breathing apparatuses. Their rifles, conspicuously, were kanad-built OBN-1 armor-piercing rifles, a heavier gun designed during the early 2370s in preparation for the sanghvi onslaught.
"Oyah, siakh-" [I]Woah, hold it,[/I] the tetrian said with a raise of his hand. "Um, stay there, is what I said," he corrected as he calmed himself remembered his discipline. He never reached for his gun, but the gohva clutched his tightly.
"Where you come from? Where you go?" the gohva demanded.
Maddox looked at Taylor and then back at the two peacekeepers.
[i]Johannes chuckles quietly and murmurs "Where did you come from, Cotton Eye Joe" over the team's comms, so that only the group would hear it and not the soldiers. He glances between Taylor and the Peacekeepers.[/i]
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