So before you read the backstory lets talk about what this is going to be. Basically Heaven and Hell have taken the fight to earth. The battle is quite fierce, but the actual population of the world doesn’t know what is going on yet because it has only been waged a few days before. We’re starting in the windy city of Chicago. Don’t like the location? Im willing to hear ideas out.
I’m going to start it out as only human soldiers or survivors from inside the city are available to be played. This may change, but I need to get a feel for the community and anyone who is playing before we break out the angels and demons. If you pick to play as a soldier then you will most probably be a navy seal. There is at least two possible spots open in Task Force Delta, but its gotta be a nice cs. Talk to me if you are interested in that.
Delta entered the city a day before the rest of the military (the seals/you guys) will have entered. When they reached their objective they were ambushed by Angels or Demons, or both and they lost almost all of their squad. 1-3 aside from my character will have escaped/slipped away, if you are playing one of them then I would suggest grouping up as soon as you can. .
It is the year 2024 in America. The world has continued in its basic direction with no major technological changes that are commonly available. The middle east and the surrounding areas are still major combat zones, but the worlds politics are the least of America’s worries. Four days ago, Chicago went dark. All communication into and out of the city was terminated. A massive storm system is now orbiting above the city, destroying any drones or aircraft that enter the area. The United States is in a state of emergency. Recent reports of terrorist activity suggest that the city may have been attacked and the military is preparing to enter the area.
Inside the city, the world is very different; the military have no idea what they are about to be joining. It was the 16th of June when life in Chicago went to hell, literally. Almost instantaneously every electronic device in the city went down. Land lines cut out, long range radio frequencies began to catch nothing but static, Internet went down, even military grade sat-phones went down. The entire city was cut off from the world. The people began to worry, riots broke out and the city police couldn't contain the violence. The streets were in chaos, if only the people had realized the gravity of what was coming.
Hours after the riots began the entire city was cast into darkness as a storm system enfluged the skies above. With the darkness even scarier things began to enter the city. Seven hours after the loss of communications shadows began to gather in Millennium Park. At exactly twelve in the afternoon a massive explosion ripped through the park. When the smoke cleared a mass of swirling shadows and fire hovered thirty feet above the ground. Witnesses watched in horrid fascination as hideous red and black beings began to come hurtling out of the portal. The imps began to slaughter anyone who they came across, the watchers running for their lives. Even as they ran they were cut down. As the screams of the fleeing witnesses ceased, the portal closed. A man watching from a nearby building saw the imps begin to drag the corpses into a pile. As the pile grew the imps began forming a circle around their work. When the last corpse was dropped unceremoniously onto the pile the demons finished their circle around the pile leaving space for three more to join. The roof man cringed as he saw several imps dragging a priest towards the pile. He was alive and kicking his unused instincts kicking in. The man watched as the demons spread the priest out over the pile. All around the circle of demons fell to their knees as a man walked the length of the field. From the distance all the Watcher could see was the man’s immaculate suit. When he arrived at the pile he spoke a few words to the priest. The distance kept the watcher from hearing the exchange, but when the priest stopped speaking the man plunged his hand into the priests chest and ripped free the holy man’s heart. The watcher fell back from his window and crossed himself.
When he returned to his view tears fell from his eyes as the watched the suited man throw the heart onto the pile. The imps all placed hands on their chests and as one fell forward, something told the Watcher that the imps were dead. They had cast out their lives for the ritual, whatever was happening the Watcher didn’t want to see anymore, yet his gaze was drawn to the man standing before the pile. The pile began to burn under the man’s raised hand, but something made him freeze. Even from the distance the Watcher could see his body tense. Snapping his fingers the man turned from the now blazing pile to face the opposite end of the field. The Watcher directed his gaze as a beam of light tore through the clouding. As the beam touched the ground the man by the pile flinched. Through the beam of light a flaming mass streaked towards the earth. When the dust settled a man in pristine white armor knelt in the middle of a crater. He stood and faced the man by the pile. A wind swept through the field and the armored man’s cape fluttered in the wind. The Watcher stiffened as the man by the pile turned towards him. Even from the distance he could tell its eyes were directly gazing at him. The pile man raised an arm and the Watcher’s vision faded.
When the watcher came to he felt the stickiness of blood on his face and he flinched away, rolling off the pile and landing at the feet of the man in the suit. The man’s face was beautiful, even though the Watcher was scared out of his mind he could still accept beauty of the man’s face. When the man opened his mouth and spoke, the Watcher’s mind spiked in pain. When he opened his eyes again the man was grinning down at him, his gaze full of contempt. The Watcher turned towards the armored man, his gaze full of fear, begging for help. The armored man met his gaze and his wings unfurled from under his cloak.
“If you spill the blood of that man, you invite the full army of the heavens down upon you.” The Watcher flinched as the angel spoke. His brain couldn’t begin to handle the power of their voices.
“I know fully well, Brother” the pile man spoke and the Watcher flinched. The Watcher wanted to speak, but something suppressed his ability to speak. His gaze returned to the pile man as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pile man withdrew his hand from the Watcher’s chest and the Watcher fell to his knees. The Watcher saw the pile collapse into itself as the ground fell away. A pit opened and the ground continued to fall away. Flames and shadows began to rise from the pit and grasp at the edges. The pile man gave the Watcher a push and he fell over, his gaze climbing to the sky. All through the clouds of darkness flaming meteors streaked across the sky. The Watcher’s last thought before he died wasn't of his mother, or his wife, not even of his children. No, the Watcher’s last thought was of pity. Pity for a world that would have to deal with the coming war.
Inside the city, the world is very different; the military have no idea what they are about to be joining. It was the 16th of June when life in Chicago went to hell, literally. Almost instantaneously every electronic device in the city went down. Land lines cut out, long range radio frequencies began to catch nothing but static, Internet went down, even military grade sat-phones went down. The entire city was cut off from the world. The people began to worry, riots broke out and the city police couldn't contain the violence. The streets were in chaos, if only the people had realized the gravity of what was coming.
Hours after the riots began the entire city was cast into darkness as a storm system enfluged the skies above. With the darkness even scarier things began to enter the city. Seven hours after the loss of communications shadows began to gather in Millennium Park. At exactly twelve in the afternoon a massive explosion ripped through the park. When the smoke cleared a mass of swirling shadows and fire hovered thirty feet above the ground. Witnesses watched in horrid fascination as hideous red and black beings began to come hurtling out of the portal. The imps began to slaughter anyone who they came across, the watchers running for their lives. Even as they ran they were cut down. As the screams of the fleeing witnesses ceased, the portal closed. A man watching from a nearby building saw the imps begin to drag the corpses into a pile. As the pile grew the imps began forming a circle around their work. When the last corpse was dropped unceremoniously onto the pile the demons finished their circle around the pile leaving space for three more to join. The roof man cringed as he saw several imps dragging a priest towards the pile. He was alive and kicking his unused instincts kicking in. The man watched as the demons spread the priest out over the pile. All around the circle of demons fell to their knees as a man walked the length of the field. From the distance all the Watcher could see was the man’s immaculate suit. When he arrived at the pile he spoke a few words to the priest. The distance kept the watcher from hearing the exchange, but when the priest stopped speaking the man plunged his hand into the priests chest and ripped free the holy man’s heart. The watcher fell back from his window and crossed himself.
When he returned to his view tears fell from his eyes as the watched the suited man throw the heart onto the pile. The imps all placed hands on their chests and as one fell forward, something told the Watcher that the imps were dead. They had cast out their lives for the ritual, whatever was happening the Watcher didn’t want to see anymore, yet his gaze was drawn to the man standing before the pile. The pile began to burn under the man’s raised hand, but something made him freeze. Even from the distance the Watcher could see his body tense. Snapping his fingers the man turned from the now blazing pile to face the opposite end of the field. The Watcher directed his gaze as a beam of light tore through the clouding. As the beam touched the ground the man by the pile flinched. Through the beam of light a flaming mass streaked towards the earth. When the dust settled a man in pristine white armor knelt in the middle of a crater. He stood and faced the man by the pile. A wind swept through the field and the armored man’s cape fluttered in the wind. The Watcher stiffened as the man by the pile turned towards him. Even from the distance he could tell its eyes were directly gazing at him. The pile man raised an arm and the Watcher’s vision faded.
When the watcher came to he felt the stickiness of blood on his face and he flinched away, rolling off the pile and landing at the feet of the man in the suit. The man’s face was beautiful, even though the Watcher was scared out of his mind he could still accept beauty of the man’s face. When the man opened his mouth and spoke, the Watcher’s mind spiked in pain. When he opened his eyes again the man was grinning down at him, his gaze full of contempt. The Watcher turned towards the armored man, his gaze full of fear, begging for help. The armored man met his gaze and his wings unfurled from under his cloak.
“If you spill the blood of that man, you invite the full army of the heavens down upon you.” The Watcher flinched as the angel spoke. His brain couldn’t begin to handle the power of their voices.
“I know fully well, Brother” the pile man spoke and the Watcher flinched. The Watcher wanted to speak, but something suppressed his ability to speak. His gaze returned to the pile man as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pile man withdrew his hand from the Watcher’s chest and the Watcher fell to his knees. The Watcher saw the pile collapse into itself as the ground fell away. A pit opened and the ground continued to fall away. Flames and shadows began to rise from the pit and grasp at the edges. The pile man gave the Watcher a push and he fell over, his gaze climbing to the sky. All through the clouds of darkness flaming meteors streaked across the sky. The Watcher’s last thought before he died wasn't of his mother, or his wife, not even of his children. No, the Watcher’s last thought was of pity. Pity for a world that would have to deal with the coming war.
Name: Benny “Vex” Miller
Rank: Lieutenant
Operation: Task Force Delta
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: With the task force he was with his buddies. Within the team he was well respected. He was always reliable. If given an order he would carry it out in his own way, but usually succeed with no drawbacks or incidents. He is slightly headstrong, likely to act on impulse unless the situation requires strict, orderly action. The common folks, pacifists, and the other branches of the military he holds with a underhanded disregard. Not enough to cause major problems, but enough to lead to some scuffles. This does not affect his honor or convictions to protect those in need.
He was a joker of types, offering puns and comical relief where appropriate (and sometimes when its not as appropriate) He was not very religious, but with what he has seen…..he has come to a new understanding.
After the loss of the squad he has some doubts. He’s trying to decide what his thoughts are in this new world, leading to some rash decisions.
Bio: He lead a normal life, following his brother’s path he joined the Marines after college. Passing basic with flying colors he was pulled into the officer program. Before he could finish, he was selected for Military police where he served for two years. He was reassigned to a new task force, Task Force Delta. He has served in Task Force Delta since, going on special ops missions in conjunction with other operations.
Operation Black Eagle:
The loss of contact with the City of Chicago brought most of Military attention in. In the first days of the incident Task Force Delta was recalled from a high priority mission in the middle east. This was taking priority.
Contact with a research and application site in Chicago, Codename: Eagle’s Nest, was lost. Task Force Delta’s primary directive was to insert, secure, and defend Eagle’s Nest against the “Terrorist” threat. If it could not be defended they had orders to destroy the Nest. A simple mission for Task Force Delta. Only there was one complication. They would be cut off, the source of the black zone was still yet to be discovered, but there would be no contact once they had inserted and they had no idea what they were getting into.
Insertion went as planned, no problems. Chicago had gone to hell (literally) and they lost contact. They pressed on on foot when their choppers were shot down by unidentified weapons. The terrorists had some high tech weaponry by the looks of things.
There were no problems as they reached Eagle’s Nest They were about to enter when hell rained down upon their heads, or was it holy fire? There was nothing Delta could do in seconds three were down before they even saw who was attacking them. Once they did it didn’t make any sense, humans with wings that gave off powerful auras were attacking each other and the squad. The three remaining soldiers fell back to the entrance of “Eagle’s Nest” but they too were cut down. Vex was the only one with only minor injuries so the squad leader ordered him to fall back and get reinforcements. These “beings’ that were fighting sword to sword, axe to axe, and seemed to be firing explosives from seemingly thin air needed to be stopped.
Vex retreated, only looking back to see his squad lead detonate the 20 pounds of c-4 they had brought to demo. He escaped, barely. Whatever was going on it clearly was not Terrorists and he needed to find back up to warn command.
Class: Specialist
Weapons: Lost primary weapon during the ambush. Scavenged weapon from dead brother
Primary- Tavor with broken, Broken reflex sight (had to be removed), two stage trigger
Secondary- 1911 Tactical Custom II with suppressor and switch-red dot,
Melee- Tactical Kukri
Gear: (Lost most of it in the Ambush)
Wearable forearm tactical device (Arm computer), 2 field rations, 1 flashbang.
Ammo: Standard
Rank: Lieutenant
Operation: Task Force Delta
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: With the task force he was with his buddies. Within the team he was well respected. He was always reliable. If given an order he would carry it out in his own way, but usually succeed with no drawbacks or incidents. He is slightly headstrong, likely to act on impulse unless the situation requires strict, orderly action. The common folks, pacifists, and the other branches of the military he holds with a underhanded disregard. Not enough to cause major problems, but enough to lead to some scuffles. This does not affect his honor or convictions to protect those in need.
He was a joker of types, offering puns and comical relief where appropriate (and sometimes when its not as appropriate) He was not very religious, but with what he has seen…..he has come to a new understanding.
After the loss of the squad he has some doubts. He’s trying to decide what his thoughts are in this new world, leading to some rash decisions.
Bio: He lead a normal life, following his brother’s path he joined the Marines after college. Passing basic with flying colors he was pulled into the officer program. Before he could finish, he was selected for Military police where he served for two years. He was reassigned to a new task force, Task Force Delta. He has served in Task Force Delta since, going on special ops missions in conjunction with other operations.
Operation Black Eagle:
The loss of contact with the City of Chicago brought most of Military attention in. In the first days of the incident Task Force Delta was recalled from a high priority mission in the middle east. This was taking priority.
Contact with a research and application site in Chicago, Codename: Eagle’s Nest, was lost. Task Force Delta’s primary directive was to insert, secure, and defend Eagle’s Nest against the “Terrorist” threat. If it could not be defended they had orders to destroy the Nest. A simple mission for Task Force Delta. Only there was one complication. They would be cut off, the source of the black zone was still yet to be discovered, but there would be no contact once they had inserted and they had no idea what they were getting into.
Insertion went as planned, no problems. Chicago had gone to hell (literally) and they lost contact. They pressed on on foot when their choppers were shot down by unidentified weapons. The terrorists had some high tech weaponry by the looks of things.
There were no problems as they reached Eagle’s Nest They were about to enter when hell rained down upon their heads, or was it holy fire? There was nothing Delta could do in seconds three were down before they even saw who was attacking them. Once they did it didn’t make any sense, humans with wings that gave off powerful auras were attacking each other and the squad. The three remaining soldiers fell back to the entrance of “Eagle’s Nest” but they too were cut down. Vex was the only one with only minor injuries so the squad leader ordered him to fall back and get reinforcements. These “beings’ that were fighting sword to sword, axe to axe, and seemed to be firing explosives from seemingly thin air needed to be stopped.
Vex retreated, only looking back to see his squad lead detonate the 20 pounds of c-4 they had brought to demo. He escaped, barely. Whatever was going on it clearly was not Terrorists and he needed to find back up to warn command.
Class: Specialist
Weapons: Lost primary weapon during the ambush. Scavenged weapon from dead brother
Primary- Tavor with broken, Broken reflex sight (had to be removed), two stage trigger
Secondary- 1911 Tactical Custom II with suppressor and switch-red dot,
Melee- Tactical Kukri
Gear: (Lost most of it in the Ambush)
Wearable forearm tactical device (Arm computer), 2 field rations, 1 flashbang.
Ammo: Standard
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