Cartwright

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Accepted. Let the spooks begin?

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The hybrid ducked instinctively upon hearing the first gunshot come their way and was attempting to push off his cover with his good shoulder to help him up, but by the time he was ever getting off the ground and glancing over the cover the massive tiger came in to remove the ranger from the situation. It was inevitable to sustain a massive amount of pain from the gunshot would when he was being taken but all that came from the anthro were a few grunts and gulps as he tried to bear the pain. He could have fought, but given the circumstances it would have been suicide to challenge a massive opposition with just a revolver no matter how good of a shot he would be if he managed to break through the injury barrier and function like a combatant. He knew it, and that's why he didn't protest being taken away while the last two members of the group battled their way towards the safety. It would soon come and the fight would soon be behind them, but the threat was still there.

Upon linking up with those who were heading to the surface, the hybrid finally found himself being set down, and once his feet touched the ground and he was free, he took a knee and slowly holstered the revolver, locking it in the chest holster with just a button and leather strap. He went straight to his bag with his only good arm, and he was shaking. He didn't know why tremors went down his spine, perhaps it was the adrenaline of combat, or maybe his injury taking a more significant toll, or even the fear of death being soo close. The ranger simply just didn't have an answer, but that didn't stop him from fishing out his medical kit and setting it on the floor, unzipping the red bag and revealing it's few contents: Three rolls of military field dressing, a stitching kit, an epinephrine vial with a packed up syringe taped to it, and even a few small military grade adrenaline shots, ones that seemed to be in individual cardboard boxes that were no smaller than a fun size candy bar.

"I-Is your friend alright?" The anthro with the ranger tags asked, his voice trembling and his only good hand fumbling around with one of the bandage rolls. He brought it to his mouth and bit on the band that held the roll together before pinching the exposed end with his lips and unrolling the compact roll. It was evident why he was using one of his few bandages, the retreat and carrying made more blood circulate and now crimson red was starting to surface on the fabric, despite being rather faint.. Who knows how much longer the man would last before passing out from blood loss. Once he got a good amount unrolled, he paused and started pondering How does one bandage himself with only one hand available?

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Posted a quickie! I just hope i- *Gets bombarded by the POST IS FINE QUOTE*

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Kensington nodded when the man greeted him and wasn't sure how to respond to the greeting but managed to go off a whim. "Right. This isn't really the first time this helicopter got messy but I'll take the clean alternative any day." The wolf reported, his nose wrinkling a bit as the stench of burning flesh reached his nose. It didn't cause him to falter or stand down from his offer, and when he was given a command he went straight to it, hopping off the helicopter and going to his respective side so to tuck his arms under the man's legs like one would picking up logs and lifted him up when told to do so, quickly following the doctor's lead so to set the man down on the helicopter's stretcher.

By the time he climbed back on his ears were tuned in on what the doctor was saying, and he pointed towards the assortment of supplies that the helicopter was equipped with for an occasion such as this one, there was even a surplus due to the request the pilot made during the previous briefing. He was already seeing himself doing this again after dropping poor Arcade off. The thought train was came to a halt, though with the tap to a shoulder and the airman looked up at the man who gave the tap, the man being Aidan once again. The pilot simply nodded and stood up to run over towards the cockpit where his seat was, shouting "You better keep him alive, boy!" over the rotor engines.

Everything was rather going by him fast, but yet it felt a bit slower than it should be. He could find the buttons and the levers despite the chaos of battle and the fact that rifle was being bothersome now since there was no time to shift it aside. In no time the helicopter was rising and the helmet Kensington had pulled off was shifting around on the floor. Hopefully it wouldn't fall out of the helicopter. All of that didn't matter, though for he was completely zoned out of everything else. Only one thing was on his mind: Get him home.

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I'll hit up a post this weekend! Life and Character sheet making got the best of me X-X

Transformers: To save Cybertron

Heya folks! Carty here finally emerging from a PM session with Drake. After a bit of talking and prepping he managed to pass two side characters that will appear in some circumstances depending on location. Drake can give you further details on that, but keep in mind this is not a transformer... You might be familiar with these characters if you were in the last transformer RP I was given the opportunity to run side character in.

We all know the playing field is on earth, so there is definitely going to be more complications instead of autobot vs decepticon. I present to you gentlemen two Human characters. They might shoot at ya if it goes down to it.. But hay! You are big robot. You can take hit.

Without further delays here are the characters!:

Squad Leader

Name: Sergeant Konrad Mullins
Age: 25
Race: Human
Primary weapon- SOPMOD M4a1 Assault Rifle((Foregrip, Aimpoint Scope))
Secondary: Beretta M9 (Two handguns)
Combat knife
2 M67 Fragmentation grenades
Special equipment: Zipline gear, carabiner and rope, zip ties, 1 flash bang, GPS, and earpiece for communication.
*Wears armor and helmet on a usual basis!*
Appearance: Image for Referrence
Biography: Konrad grew up like any other average joe in the United States, with a little struggle and a lot of effort to be somewhere up high. Current events though sparked a sense of duty in the man at a young age, causing him to join the United States Military in the Army branch. With four years under his belt, he climbed the ranks like any other soldier who gave time to the cause. He has seen his combat, and now he is leading younger men throughout an assortment of operations and tasks in while trying to keep himself alive and well in order to go home.

Other/Extra: Konrad is assocated with a small squad consisting of 6 soldiers. Their positions are:
1 Support Gunner
1 Rifle Man (Anti Tank) [[Meaning they carry a rocket launcher]]
1 Combat Life Saver ((The medic))
2 Rifleman ((The backbone of any army))

They typically travel in armored vehicles but none to withstand the big stuff. It is their low profile and their quick thinking that makes them effective against most threats.

Tank Commander

Name: Commanding Sergeant Major Phillip Robinson
Age: 32
Race: Human
Equipment: M16a4 Assault Rifle ((Aimpoint))
M9 Beretta
2 Emergency Flares
2 Red Smoke Grenades
1 White Smoke Grenade
Radio and headphones
And a tank.. He has a tank.
Appearance: Image for Referrence of character
Biography: Phillip was a man with a gift, one of the few who could understand when something is wrong and adapt based on that assumption. Throughout his education he excelled in most classes and was labeled a leader by many. His leadership was put to the test though after he had joined the US National Guard under a tank division, when the leader of his tank platoon was killed in combat during a confrontation that is to this day classified.
Other:
With four tanks, three men in each tank, Sergeant Phillip is now the commander of this division until further notice. He is on standby in the states at the NG Army base in Portland, Oregon.
Other/Extra: The tank division consists of four tanks, each carrying the capability of destroying other, hostile tanks.. Or in this case, robots that could easily stomp on them or blow them up. Armed with SABOT and HE Rounds, they're the first to go if something extreme occurs in their region.
An Image For The Concept :D

Now we can close with a Ronald Reagan Speech?

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I'll try to post up tomorrow. Sorry for any delays I am causing!

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I'll try to create an archive for the Character sheets and post them on the original page later on. Sound fair? ^.^

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Oh yaas we were talking not too long ago weren't we! WELL I GTG to work! Like the interest check said people are open to post a CS! I am needing some more Rpers >.>

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I fortunately do not get sun burn, but very tan skin \(^.^)/