Frengo

a skirmish, because why not

If you're still looking for a buddy:

How about a warband of nomadic Orc warriors, who have just crushed the musket men's army in a big battle, and are heading to destroy a nearby town - but the survivors of the musket man army manage to band together, and make a stand to block the Orc's passage. Kind of a Lord of the Rings meets Roarke's Drift?

Alternatively, an amassed group of angry peasants, who are revolting against the government. They've over thrown the local garrison, gathered loads of their weapons, and are heading towards a nearby fort. The musket men defenders have been sent forwards to stall the peasant advance, to buy time for the fort to ready its defences/gather reinforcements?

Or, or, we could throw some zombies in there somewhere. An undead plague is besieging the land, and the small force of musket men are all that remains of the provincial guard; they have been ordered to hold the pass until reinforcements from a neighbouring province can be deployed. The zombies could either be semi-intelligent (using melee weapons and a bit of savvy), or mindless but led by a necromancer type figure.

I'm open to all options though.

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@Rusalka Ah my bad, I somehow skimmed over the fact that Danielle was waving a flash light all over the place. Let me just make a few quick changes!

EDIT: All fixed :)

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Character: PFC Michael Roper
Location: Olos River East Bank (Nr. Church of the Creator)
With: @Rusalka Danielle Mason |

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Everything ached or throbbed; this was shaping up to be one Hell of a day... or night, apparently.

Come on man, get up.

Naw, let me just lay here for a bit.

No! Get on your ass soldier!

But I...

Now!

Michael lurched into an upright position, breathing heavily. He looked around, but everything was dark, and his vision was blurry - maybe from the water he'd gotten in his eyes, or maybe from exhaustion. His clothes were soaked, and a deathly chill was steadily working its way into his bones. He was tired, so very tired. Light kept flashing across his vision, and he tried to blink it away to no avail.

"Fuck," he offered to no one in particular.

With great effort, he made to stand - and instantly regretted the decision as his left leg exploded with pain, just below the knee. He fell to the floor with a whimper, and as he twisted in frustrated agony, he caught the outline of something a few feet away. A dim light shone from its midsection, casting an eerie glow over him. Michael's eyes flared wide, and he rolled away with a series of muttered curses, fumbling for his shotgun in the wet grass and the mud.

His fingers found the cold metal, and he hauled the weapon into himself, pointing it towards this latest threat with all the military discipline of a frightened lab animal. "Stay back! I'll blow your fucking head off, I swear to God almighty!"

The blurriness was receding, as another wave of adrenaline gave new life to his exhausted senses. The something quickly faded into the form of a young girl, bruised and battered, but otherwise looking relatively "fresh". The glare from her light hid half of her from his view however, and Michael was taking no chances, no sir!

"Speak! Say something! Say something normal or I'll send you back to Hell!" He screamed, more than shouted; the shotgun rattling in his weakened, freezing limbs.

Star Wars: Clone Ops

I honestly feel like this should be based around a RC Team, an elite, 4-person squad sent in to make sure the army can get in. Reminds me of the final mission in Republic Commando (RIP RC-1207 Sev).

@Shiny Keldeo

Well that's fine by me. We just need one more guy in that case, which shouldn't be too hard. I'll have a little re-write sesh to reflect the changes from an adhoc recon team to a Republic Commando team.

States of Evolution

Would it be better, I wonder, if we just launched ourselves into it? Did away with the nation summaries, floated a few character concepts, and then went nuts? I get the impression that peeps might be getting bogged down by all the boring stuff.

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@MrMinerGuy142@Will@Framing A Moose@Elora

Hey guys,

Can I safely assume you've all gone AWOL? Just want to update the "Active Characters" section.

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Oups, I lied!

There we go.

I'll update the monster tracker when I get a moment.

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Character: PFC Michael Roper
Location: Olos River (Opposite Church of the Creator)
With: No one.

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The water was freezing, and its current was strong.

Stronger than him.

Michael fought with all of his might to break through the surface, to fill his near-empty lungs with precious oxygen. His equipment was too heavy though, and his shotgun was a crippling talisman that he was unwilling to surrender. The river pulled him about like a rag doll, throwing him into one rock, and then another, before snagging him against a branch.

He reached out and grabbed at the rotted wood, and unsurprisingly, it snapped with an audible crack. He found himself flailing, grasping for anything that might give him purchase, but with one hand it was nigh impossible.

Let the gun go man, you're going to die.

"No!" he screamed in defiance to his mind's own reasoning, smashing through the water's surface. He tried to breath in, but the freezing liquid had gotten into his gas mask, and he found himself spluttering.

The river continued to carry him, slamming him against another out crop of rocks for good measure. Through his misty/water laden goggles, Michael saw his salvation - a thick log hanging out from over the bank. He reached up with his hand, and caught it. It took a few seconds to shimmy along the length of his saviour, but he was soon able to pull himself from the icy death of the river.

After crawling a few yards, Michael unclasped his mask and helmet, and threw them to one side; he had a long face, with chiselled features and broad green eyes. His head was shaven, though his face was showing a few day's worth of growth.

Laying there on the bank, he took his time catching his breath - the horrors of only minutes before long forgotten.

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@Rusalka@neogreggory Sorry I've been crap, I'll be getting a reply up tomorrow. Life drama got in the way.

But as you both love gossip:

My sight has failed in my right eye all of a sudden. By failed I mean it's very dim; it's kinda messed up my vision as my superior awesome healthy eye is battling it out with my sickly eye leaving me with a really weird colour palette thing going on.

Been back and forth to the opticians, and the doctors. So far all they've done is ruled things out, so they don't know what's up atm. Doctor is thinking of sending me for an MRI as it may be neurological? Who knows.

Times like this I appreciate the NHS; I bet in America this would be costing me $$$$$$$$$$$$

But yeah, I'm back. Can't really do much about it until the doctor sends me my marching orders, and there's no point worrying about it until I know more. I can read okay, it gets a bit irritating at times as I can feel my right eye struggling/straining to centre in on the text, but it's not enough to stop me.

I'll have a post up tomorrow after work (so about, 15ish hours).

Thanks for your patience! :)

Star Wars: Clone Ops

@Frengo Sure, I'll Co-GM for ya. And I'll look over this and compare stuff to the Lore and everything when I get home, to make sure everything would fit into it.

@Shiny Keldeo

Thanks dude. Obviously there'll have to be some leeway to allow for the squad's presence and composition in the first place, but I consider those minor details in the grand scheme of things.

That is unless of course, you can reform the squad into something ultra-lore friendly without loads of hassle to yourself. I'm going for the Ghost Recon/Rainbow Six/Republic Commando feel, so preferably we can avoid super soldiers capable of taking on legions of droids and focus on those who are better suited to doing their work without drawing loads of attention to themselves. There will be action of course, but I envisioned it in the form of ambushes, hit and run, type stuff, rather than "Hey there's a whole battalion of droids over there! LETS GET EM!"