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Solar Civil War IC
Solar Civil War, 2159 A.D.
The Solar System, no longer as we know it. The entire region has been thrown into chaos, war is intense in this system. Every day is a new battle, every battle has over 100 casualties. The death rate is extreme, and humanity is now tearing itself apart. The four warring factions, EUCN, Silgans, Zarref and Connagans, all have become weakened with lowered numbers, low morale and few remaining means of expansion. All they have to go on is what they have left and what they can produce. The EUCN and Silgans are now the major powers in the war, and they usually leave the Zarref and Connagans to their own arguments. Planet surfaces have been scorched by warfare, bombed from orbit and by aircraft. Some villages on all planets that have been burned down are kept in place as grim memorials. Space travel has become immensely important to warfare and commerce alike, and Warp Drive technology is incredibly important to space travel. Ships can only travel long distances using Warp Drive. (I will NOT tolerate space travel through any other means.) (SCW Info page) Solar Civil War Information | (SCW OOC) Solar Civil War OOC And begin!
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Derrick looked at his target through his binoculars, watching his every movement, like a predator stalking a prey. He pulled the bipod on his old M14 up and slid the gun on a log that was sitting in front of him. His gun required old metal bullets, whereas most guns now used light beams. His bullets were affected by the wind, and the bullet drop. He popped the twenty round magazine in and took aim. His scope calculated the distance, the wind speed, and the bullet drop, and fed him the intel. He took aim a little to the right and two inches above the man’s head. He wasn’t sure if his gun could handle two thousand five hundred yards. He didn’t think it could go two thousand yards, but he had to take this man down. He looked down the scope again and almost fired the suppressed weapon when he heard something behind him. He instantly jerked the gun below him, grabbing his gear and doing the same. He laid still, not breathing as the two patrollers stepped over him and out into the plain. Damn it! he thought as he pulled his gun back out and took aim at one of the guards. They stopped, talking to each other for a second, before one walked off, unzipping his pants. Derrick quickly took his chance and shot the one that was looking the other way, dropping him with a soft thud. He turned to the one that was done and was turning around. He saw is friend and opened his mouth to shout, but it was filled with lead as the bullet exited the back of his neck. He collapsed in a heap of blood.
Derrick quickly went to check on his target and saw that he had moved out of his sight, out of the view from the forest’s edge. Derrick quickly gathered his things and crawled down the man, stopping every ten seconds, looking like a bush in his ghillie suit. He didn’t know how they got the trees and plants here, and it wasn’t in his position to care. He came around a corner and found his man talking to someone else. Why would this other man be here, in this little hidden plain in this huge forest? No time, he thought as he pulled the bipod out again and took aim. He was closer now, about five hundred yards away. He took aim just above the man’s head. The wind wouldn’t affect the bullet here. He closed his right eye, being left-handed, and pulled the trigger, watching the man’s head explode like a watermelon, spraying the other man in blood and gore. The other man caught his target’s body, the head missing. He ran away, scared, not knowing what happened. Derrick took aim at his back and shot, the bullet entering the man’s spine and exiting his chest. He collapsed with a loud crack. He went to a crouching position and ran towards the bodies, gathering them and dragging them back to the other two patrollers. He put them all in the hole he had dug earlier, then filled the top. Derrick solemnly gathered his gear and walked back to base. He was quiet, like a predator, stalking prey. Nothing could sense him as he crept through the thick undergrowth, his gun switched to fully automatic; that was the beauty of the M14. It was made of all wood, except for the barrel and iron sights, of course. He had installed a modern scope that fit it, creating the ultimate weapon. He didn't care about the light beams; they gave your position away. The suppressor denied people that, and so did the ghillie suit; he could blend in with anything. The only bad thing was that it took hours to get the leaves and such on it. But that didn't bother him; he was a patient man, because if he wasn't he wouldn't be a silent assassin, the man who didn't get the glory like the other soldiers; if he wasn't patient, he wouldn't be a sniper.
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Tristan was sitting on his bed, staring at the opposite wall. He was lost in thought and memories appeared before his eyes. His death wife smiling at him while she's holding a baby and young boy starts to waggle towards him crying daddy as he came closer, Tristan taking his son in his arms and lifting him up all smiles and laughter.
A month later when he had to go his wife smiling at him but understanding that he was a soldier, his son crying making Tristan promise that he should bring back a large present. Hugging his son and kissing his baby girl he he made his goodbyes and left. And then a week later he got a offical EUCN letter, informing him that with much grief they had to report the death of his wife and children during an terrorist bombing and no leads to which faction or group was responsible. After that he remembers nothing untill an face appeared of a man with glasses asking him how he felt. Tristan's hands turned into fists untill his thought were disturbed by a beeping sound. He looked up and saw the intercom flashing, he walked to it and pressed the button. "Lieutenant? You're asked to go to the bridge... we're reaching the station." Tristan just turned off the intercom and walked out of his quarters. A short while later he stepped onto the bridge and saw they were indeed closing in at Beta Station...
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07-05-2008
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Beta Station was literally buzzing with activity. Fighters flying around in combat practice, ships coming in and out of dock and the built-in Shipyard working to produce more vessels. Beta was the biggest station in EUCN territory, and the destruction of it would be a crushing blow to the EUCN. Everybody knew this, but nobody dared attack it, as it is protected by hundreds of war ships. The Control operators on the station contact the ship Tristan is on. "This is Beta Station Control, what is your Ship ID and intent? Over."
A man in heavy armor approached the plain Derrick was in, in the direction of the dead guards. He looked around and saw the bodies, but not the killer. "What a mess this is. Looks like I have to find out who did this." He begins looking around, trying to find anything of worth with his own eyes before scanning with his helmet.
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07-07-2008
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Derrick heard noise and turned back around slowly, knowing he had either been caught or was about too. he slowly pulled out his suppressed M14 and crept back to the log he orginally was at, scanning the area with his scope. There was a man in some sort of heavy-looking armor. He loaded the bolt and got ready to shoot, putting the scope to the left of the man, and the crosshairs an inch above his head.
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07-08-2008
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[[ I'm going to post like I'm on Beta Station ]]
A young female, walking in civilian clothing, seemed to be ducking in and out if the crowds of Beta Station. She was here to see what she could figure out on the EUCN. OF course, she was with the Siglin's. The woman of twenty years found herself near the docking ports. Her small ship was docked nearby. She was thinking of heading back to Mars. Her chocolate eyes looked around and she sighed softly. Her dark hair was back in a bun and she was dressed in a 'secretary' like uniform. The girl pouted and headed towards her ship, not wanting to stay on Beta Station for much longer. [[kinda random I know. Sorry.]]
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"This is Beta Station Control, what is your Ship ID and intent? Over."
The communications officer turned to Tristan with an questioning look, Tristan grabbed a headset and spoke into it. "This is lieutenant Tristan on the ship 'Shadow Stalker', I'm from Special Operations and we've received information that there might be some security leaks... so I'm here to order an immediate lockdown of all ships untill my investigation is completed, no ships are to leave or enter except for the Shadow Stalker... transfering my Identification codes now." Tristan waited patiently for an reply from station control.
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[[ Dx I feel like shiznit for not posting sooner! =[ You all hate me dont you? ]]
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