I don't know how many more female roles your willing to accept but id be interested. Maybe as a Loblolly girl, purser or a topswoman. It might be a bit hard to justify being skilled enough to be a topsman though. I'm thinking I set sail on the Hermes with my abusive husband and take the opportunity to feed him to the sharks when the mutiny happens.
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I've opted to command the weapons squad.
@Gunther can you give us a really basic run down of commo protocol, particularly callsigns? I would have assumed that the leader of of 1st platoon would be Dagger One Six.
@Gunther can you give us a really basic run down of commo protocol, particularly callsigns? I would have assumed that the leader of of 1st platoon would be Dagger One Six.
A New World
Claire took notes. It was a compulsive behavior, though not one which the various pshycs worried too much about. There were soldiers who licked grenades before throwing them, and soldiers who collected the teeth of their enemies, comparatively a paratrooper with a fondness for post it notes was considered 'minimally problematic'. The behavior was most intense when, as now, she was thrown into an unfamiliar situation. Most of the soldiers seemed to be taking it relatively well, which was amazing, when you considered what they were being told.
The news that they would be multimillionaires if they survived didn't please her as much as it did the others. Claire had taken a grand total of six weeks leave in a nine year military career. She didn't like being away from the action, didn't like being paranoid in crowds, or assessing shopping malls for sniper positions when she was with her nieces. The idea that they were out among the stars to make war, a war that had no notional beginning or end, seemed right to her on a deep and visceral level.
Her attention was snapped out of notes by the accented voice of Steindottier. The woman had clearly been speaking to her and made a half hearted salute. Claire focused for a moment to draw the other womans words back into her mind.
"Flame throwers we have," she replied with a smile that she hoped was friendly. From her dossier Steindottier had trained with the British, with whom Claire had always had good relations.
"White phosphorus too, I don't suppose the Geneva conventions are much in effect up here, though I suppose that cuts both ways." She made a mental note to ask what intel the enemy might have on humans. Salutes might be a problem later on.
Phase Line
The sounds of weapons fire echoed and snapped through the alien landscape. The familiar sounds were weirdly attenuated by the different mix of atmospheric gasses, it made judging the distance of a report uncertain. The weapons squad was strung out behind her, the troopers humping their heavy weapons through the pastel steam bath with good humor. It was hard for Claire to really connect with the reality of being here, it seemed so much like the fever dreams she had felt the first time her malaria med had run out in Kashmir. Their allies and their enemies were not anchored in her world view and as such she could draw no real connection to them.
Bullets snapped through the fungal foliage close at hand, snapping her from her reverie. Lifting her stabilized binoculars to her eyes she surveyed the battlefield once again and tried to remind herself that this was actually happening. It seemed like the engagement was going well, but then it always did right up untill the moment it dropped in the pot. Turning to her squad she started snapping out orders.
"Braithwaite, Kamal," she called to the machine gunners, her head set mike piping her words into the comm circuit.
"Shake it out fifty and secure the flank of Hedberg's flank! Keep small and hold your fire till I give the order." Twisting around she made a series of hand signals to the other members of the weapons squad. Deploying her second machine gun team and the pair of mortars behind a convenient hedge of the surprising dense fungus.
"Dagger One Zero, this is Dagger Four Zero," she reported, her voice sounded bored and disinterested as it always did in combat.
"Four is in position on the rise half a click north east of your position, we are holding fire till you call for us, over." It was always tempting to open fire at the first opportunity, but the reality is that the enemy was in uncertain strength, and keeping the heavy weapons concealed was the smart play.
Claire took notes. It was a compulsive behavior, though not one which the various pshycs worried too much about. There were soldiers who licked grenades before throwing them, and soldiers who collected the teeth of their enemies, comparatively a paratrooper with a fondness for post it notes was considered 'minimally problematic'. The behavior was most intense when, as now, she was thrown into an unfamiliar situation. Most of the soldiers seemed to be taking it relatively well, which was amazing, when you considered what they were being told.
The news that they would be multimillionaires if they survived didn't please her as much as it did the others. Claire had taken a grand total of six weeks leave in a nine year military career. She didn't like being away from the action, didn't like being paranoid in crowds, or assessing shopping malls for sniper positions when she was with her nieces. The idea that they were out among the stars to make war, a war that had no notional beginning or end, seemed right to her on a deep and visceral level.
Her attention was snapped out of notes by the accented voice of Steindottier. The woman had clearly been speaking to her and made a half hearted salute. Claire focused for a moment to draw the other womans words back into her mind.
"Flame throwers we have," she replied with a smile that she hoped was friendly. From her dossier Steindottier had trained with the British, with whom Claire had always had good relations.
"White phosphorus too, I don't suppose the Geneva conventions are much in effect up here, though I suppose that cuts both ways." She made a mental note to ask what intel the enemy might have on humans. Salutes might be a problem later on.
Phase Line
The sounds of weapons fire echoed and snapped through the alien landscape. The familiar sounds were weirdly attenuated by the different mix of atmospheric gasses, it made judging the distance of a report uncertain. The weapons squad was strung out behind her, the troopers humping their heavy weapons through the pastel steam bath with good humor. It was hard for Claire to really connect with the reality of being here, it seemed so much like the fever dreams she had felt the first time her malaria med had run out in Kashmir. Their allies and their enemies were not anchored in her world view and as such she could draw no real connection to them.
Bullets snapped through the fungal foliage close at hand, snapping her from her reverie. Lifting her stabilized binoculars to her eyes she surveyed the battlefield once again and tried to remind herself that this was actually happening. It seemed like the engagement was going well, but then it always did right up untill the moment it dropped in the pot. Turning to her squad she started snapping out orders.
"Braithwaite, Kamal," she called to the machine gunners, her head set mike piping her words into the comm circuit.
"Shake it out fifty and secure the flank of Hedberg's flank! Keep small and hold your fire till I give the order." Twisting around she made a series of hand signals to the other members of the weapons squad. Deploying her second machine gun team and the pair of mortars behind a convenient hedge of the surprising dense fungus.
"Dagger One Zero, this is Dagger Four Zero," she reported, her voice sounded bored and disinterested as it always did in combat.
"Four is in position on the rise half a click north east of your position, we are holding fire till you call for us, over." It was always tempting to open fire at the first opportunity, but the reality is that the enemy was in uncertain strength, and keeping the heavy weapons concealed was the smart play.
Ill get a post in tomorrow, still digging myself out of the snowpocalypse :(
@Gunther has a squadleader background.
Name: Claire Laurent
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Ethnicity/Nationality: French
Former Unit: Sergent Régiment de Parachutistes d'Infanterie de Marinet
Role: Demolitions Expert
Physical Description:
Skillset:
History:
Psychological Profile:
Equipment:
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Ethnicity/Nationality: French
Former Unit: Sergent Régiment de Parachutistes d'Infanterie de Marinet
Role: Demolitions Expert
Physical Description:
Claire is a short woman with shoulder length blonde hair held back in a tight pony tail. Standing only five six she is usually the shortest soldier in any gathering. Lacking showy muscles she tends toward the wiry strength of a career gymnast. She has pale blue eyes and her face is angular with high cheekbones.
Skillset:
In addition to her demolitions skills, Claire is an Olympic grade swimmer with extensive experience in amphibious and underwater operations. Coming from the paratroopers she has conducted numerous HALO and HAHO jumps. Having served in various French African Interventions she has a lot of experience in COIN operations and IED disposal. Claire is an accomplished linguist and a qualified pilot in her spare time. Although a competent marksman her true expertise is in close quarter fighting.
History:
The child French Diplomats Claire always felt that she was destined for government service. Growing up in privilege she lived in a number of countries during her parents postings and developed a knack for languages and love of travel. Her older brother Claude was the first to join the army, over the strenuous objections of her parents. Claire idolized her brother and loved to hear his tales of excitment and adventure when he came home on leave from his various deployments. Frequently he would bring her some small local nicknack, which quickly formed a treasured collection.
When Claude was killed by an IED during an operation in Africa the 18 year old Clarie dropped out of university, where she was studying electrical engineering and enlisted. Since then she has fought in a half dozen war zones in Africa and the Middle East and served in dozens of special operations. Most recently she has worked as an off books NATO advisor in the Ukraine.
When Claude was killed by an IED during an operation in Africa the 18 year old Clarie dropped out of university, where she was studying electrical engineering and enlisted. Since then she has fought in a half dozen war zones in Africa and the Middle East and served in dozens of special operations. Most recently she has worked as an off books NATO advisor in the Ukraine.
Psychological Profile:
Despite joining up out of a desire for vengeance Claire has adapted well to army life. Functioning in what is largely a boys club causes her to push herself harder to gain and maintain the respect of her comrades. Working daily with explosives has given her a seize the day mentality and she is friendly and cheerful whenever possible. Years of working with IEDs has given her a particular hatred for bombers who injure civilians through malice or incompetence. She has little patience for bureaucracy of any kind, a trait which has hindered her career but endeared her to her comrades. Also in the negative column is what might be described as an unhealthy enthusiasm for explosives of all sorts. Given the chance Claire will talk for hours about the intricacies of her craft.
Equipment:
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Advance Demolitions Kit (Supplemented with questionable materials scrounged from all over)
Bomb Defusing Equipment
FN SCAR-H (She prefers the 7.62 for better penetration)
Compact SCUBA Rig
Personal Possessions - Limited to PDA and several mementos of her family.
Advance Demolitions Kit (Supplemented with questionable materials scrounged from all over)
Bomb Defusing Equipment
FN SCAR-H (She prefers the 7.62 for better penetration)
Compact SCUBA Rig
Personal Possessions - Limited to PDA and several mementos of her family.
Wonderful! We probably have enough to get started as I think it will work better as a small group. Ill try to get an IC up tomorrow.
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8 yrs ago
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Hi There,
I'm interested in hearing more about the contract killer RP.
I'm interested in hearing more about the contract killer RP.
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8 yrs ago
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Although playing a kurd from the YPJ would be a cool and unique character...
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