Jamesyco

WH40K: Rogue Trader

Always down for 40k, I know a lot of the ones I've been in end prematurely, so I'm always down for another shot.

One Last Twenty Something Shots: A colony fight against extinction.

le sad

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

He gave one good kick to make sure that the stuff he shoved in his pod was set. He smiled softly, looking at the pod, "soon, my babies." he listened to the comms and moved away from the pod. "Laura, you should know that I like jumping from perfect planes. And I know this is nerdy as hell, but still."

He was sure of himself at that moment; he was staring at the door as he wanted to jump out; he wanted to feel someone tap his shoulder before he jumped. So, he was waiting, and when he heard the pod begin the move, he turned to watch it. Once he saw the pod falling out of the plane, he took that as the sign to get the hell out as well.

"He ain't gonna jump no more!" he sang out as the wind hit the man's armor, "Glory glory, what a helluva way to die!"

This would be something that would continue to drop down out of the sky singing 'Blood Upon the Risers' He looked at the little watch taped to his wrist, then the ground, then the watch. He looked at the pod's parachutes open up, "See you, ladies, on the ground!"

He blasted past them, and at around one fifty his chutes opened up, and his legs braced below him. He hit a moment later, and it sounded like metal shifting as the bracers he had made for the suit made sure that the impact wouldn't kill him, damage the suit, or damage him. They spun down as he almost bounced a few times, snow plumed up around his impact location, and slowly rested upon the parachutes that popped off of his armor.

Out from the snow, bullets would come out of the snow, mainly at anything he saw from his place on the mountain, or over the mountain and that was in range. The helicopters were his first quarry, and he would get to work with that. The GAU-19 over his shield, he had himself bunkered in there ready for anything but those rockets if they came his way. He was thankful that for a large armored target, he was rather small compared to the woman of fire somewhere behind him.

"Tell me if you see anything come over the peak, these two should be down here in a second, but it's all I see right now on this side of the peak!" he said into the comms, the GAU quieting for just a moment as he caught the second lynx he saw in the tail rotor. And although he was being shot at, he turned towards the last door on the pod, and he slid his shield under it as he pulled the hatch off to his sweet babies.

"Or if anything else unexpected flies this way, I can hit it before it hits us."

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

Was chopping something, what looked to be butter as he pointed his free hand at Ban, "Hell yea, get that bad boy out bossman, think we got some pork in there. I know there is dough around here somewhere that I made, should be risen by now, but..." He turned to put the little chopped pieces of butter into a bowl, and then he went looking for cheese. "Cheese sticks, wings, spinach dip, and maybe western egg rolls. Something to tide us over until that pork is done. Cause that sounds good... but my lord... this European stuff is fresh." he said, taking a corner of some cheese he found and eating it. He took whatever he could find in the kitchen and started his apps for the day. He knew the others would be hungry, but he knew that the big ones would need to eat. And when I say eat, I mean eat.

He heard the more prominent woman and looked at Tylar, chuckling a bit, "Just give it time, and the pork won't be raw, like five minutes tops."

"And Howard, I know what that song means." he said as he looked up at the man smiling, "Doesn't mean it can't be a damn good song."

But eventually, the massive amounts of carbs and drinking foods would be ready, wings with a jack daniels bbq glaze, fried cheese wedges, spinach dip, chips, and these little tex mex egg rolls. All served with sour cream, ranch, and bbq sauce.
For him, his choice of drink that night was Budweiser, a good American lager.

---

When the call to action was given, he was up, another can of red in his hands as he headed towards where he needed to suit up. He looked down at himself and shrugged, thankful that he had socks with his flip flops, but the rest he looked like your average middle-aged dad. He opened up a small locker. Within, he had a spare jacket, which fit snuggly over his smiley face. Next, he did away with the sweats, leaving them on the boxes side hanging out as he struggled to get his pants to leg on while he tried getting a pair of boots on. Once he looked more like a soldier, he started to put his suit on. First, the inner layer of armor and cloth, the original Ratnik armor, and bits of the actual exoskeleton helped him move and carry more, but also had his shock pads for high drops.

With that on, he stretched them a bit, almost jumping as the shocks moved him up and down a few times, and then he pulled the power pack over his shoulder, plugging in the pack to its little slot, letting it still keep power from the wall, so it didn't use anything else up. He stood and started to put the outer plating on the structure around his legs. Putting in two other power packs in, and then the extra paneling further on the outside for the ERA style materials on his outermost layer.

Next, he started with his upper body, putting the older Ratnik armor on, then the modified exterior exosuit skeleton, then the remainder of his plates on. He shifted around for a moment, raddling and jingling like a Christmas tree before all the plates slowly formed into place.

"If this is a helo jump, you know which way I'm going, put some extra gear in my pod, more ammo for our heavier stuff or some manpad." he leaned into the box, lifting it as he shifted through it, pulling out three backpack looking things, strapping one to both arms on the front, and one just behind his head.

Now, his helmet came last; he removed it from the stand and placed it over his head. He then placed a second almost cover for it over the helmet and shifted his head a bit as he pulled it down with a chain or two, letting it latch onto his armor. The older visor was thankfully updated with a few things, like a battery life indicator and pretty much a dashboard indicator for anything else that might go wrong, from structural failure to needing oil. More mechanical than anything, something breaks, light shows up.

He shook back and forth once again, letting the parts of him fall into place once again, jumping a few times before unhooking himself from the wall. "The M2 or the minigun... why not both," he said, thinking of the GAU-19 that lurked around somewhere; he lifted it and its battery before heading over towards his backpack, putting the battery inside, and then putting a slot in for the belts to go. He locked it to the side of the box before he would go for his other weapons, pulling out two law rockets and putting them to the side of the box. Then he would continue with his rifle, grenades, and extra ammunition. As well as food and medical supplies, he put several trauma kits in there and a mass cas pack. Then his shield and rifle on his chest mounts, as well as a few paint canisters and a mirror for doing stuff on the flight.

He lifted his box and closed it, letting it seal shut before he placed it down, turned around, put a fourth pack onto it. He took the last ran can and put it on a strap on his chest, which a grenade should go to. "Kay, I'm set up for a jump. Does anyone know where the spare manpads are? I'll put that and a bigger gun in my pod with spare supplies? Not going undersupplied again, and before you ask, I am jumping old fashioned style, with a chute and my braces, I had them made for a reason."

When he did find him, his arms were covered with crates, and in his left arm, a 20mm rifle, his right arm had two stingers in their cases. The crates were primarily ammunition and missiles. But some also had food, another small box of medical supplies, a spare crate of armor plates, and a spare shield. He looked like a mother carrying half of the house on vacation, waddling aboard the ship likely before the others as well wanting to get everything set up in his pods before he finally could jump again. And have an excuse to jump properly. When he heard the giant woman singing, he smiled a bit. He did have his earphones still in and his phone ready to start the music back up. He was just debating what to play, maybe a soundtrack to those old doom games, oh, or some old music from when he was just a youngin that his dad listened to.

One Last Twenty Something Shots: A colony fight against extinction.

I feel that, I'm about the same way rn, but, I should have something out sooner then later once some other work gets finished.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Honestly it might not be bad to get a docs up for a more fluid back and forth in convo or something similar like say a battle between David and goliath. :3

Against Blood Ridden Skies: A colony last stand group RP.

def interested, will look into more after I finish up some work.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

For maybe, twenty minutes the man stared at the screen, the only words upon it, 'You Died' and he decided to take a shower to cool himself off after relaxing by himself and his computer for an indeterminate amount of time. Music had been coming from his room, Iron Maiden, Metallica, and other older metal bands, as well as some 'newer' stuff like Poor Mans Poison here and there. But, he decided to take a nice, hot shower to relax, and get himself hungry for a night snack. He moved things off of the bed he built, and onto his computer chair and desk. Finding an old T-shirt that fits him well, would be good to wear once I get out, it's comfortable and happy. He then lifted his drink, ginger ale, to his lips, and relaxed before he moved into the bathroom he had made for himself. Nice, and wooden, the way he liked it.

-Twenty minutes later-

The large wooden door which looked to be the blend of a North-western cowboy's door, and a nordic Vikings, steam came out from close to the floor, and out stepped a man. This man was known as Oliver, clothed in a white t-shirt with a smiley face upon it, baggy pants that may or may not be PJs, and flip flops. Around his neck was an old style of earphone connected by wire to a phone that rested upon his shoulder in a strap. Oliver's hair was formed in a towel around his head, and he smelled of whiskey and gunpowder, a man's favorite soap smell. His beard looked freshly cleaned up, oils included. Around him, Iron Maiden played until two dings came upon on his phone, he plugged it into his earphones so as to not annoy others and decided to make his way down the hallway.

Immediately he looked a bit like an idiot; he noticed that he was somewhat alone, but for those in the main room talking, he just went at it. Air guitar and all as he started down the hall slowly, his head moving back and forth, the towel slowly unraveling, and he gave a kick forward as he continued to play air instruments and being quite good at it in his mind. He was able to do solos of guitars, of which he did not know how to play. Drumming a bit here and there when the guitar let up for drums. He was singing as well in his thought of safety, mainly just the more available parts of the song, but still, it was a bit of singing.

"Run to the Hillsssssssssss." his hands would move back and forth like drums, "Run, for your, lives."

"Dum dum, dum dum." He muttered with the motions of him hitting drums, and his hair/towel flying back and forth.

"Run to the hillsss."

"Run, forrrr your, lives." his head stilled as he stopped halfway down the hallway; realizing that was mainly out loud, he fixed the towel around his head, moving it over his shoulders as his wet hair rested on either side of his neck. He would continue his pathway down towards the central area, and if it were not for his beard, there would possibly be red cheeks of slight embarrassment there. He would slowly make his way around the room, his destination the kitchen.

"I see whiskey; anyone wants something to go with it?" Oliver asked as his beeline for the kitchen was his newest priority. "I saw some new recipe online and thought I could give it a try, cause why not, it looked good, and I am hungry. Diets be damned, and the whiskey is out."

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

Name: Oliver Black

Age: 34

Appearance: A massive, stout man, he is the embodiment of a corn-fed American farm boy. He stands at around six-seven and weighs around two sixty of working muscle. With his current size, he is a beacon to whoever sees him and can easily be spotted within a crowd. He has blue eyes, a long weaved darker blonde/light brown hair, and a lighter skin tone. His face has a scar over his right eye from his previous work. And at the moment, he sports a long beard, and hair that is usually braided with beads in a style like the Vikings.

His body is just a slab of working muscle, he doesn't tone himself for the abs. His arms and legs look like muscled logs, and his hands are massive. This man does not skip his protein shakes, his slim jim, or any day at the gym. Will it catch up to him later in life, give it ten years and his knees are probably gonna need replacing.

He only has three tattoos, one is a bolt of lightning that connects his six prior body/leg wounds as if the wounds were connecting rods. The other is a small list of names over the back right shoulder. The last one is a tramp stamp that is a Celtic weave with the name Tiny in the middle of it. He typically tries to hide it, but clothing that is not made for his size specifically, it will typically show.

When outside of operation, either he wears tailor suits to nicer places, or whatever he could buy at the local store that fit him, usually sweats and a very tight t-shirt. Within operations, he usually wears something to go with his exo-suit, usually some form of fatigues or uniform that fits the environment they are currently in. So even if the exosuit fell, he would still be prepared to thrive.



Nationality: American

Callsign: Tiny Nord

Skills:

The Armored Doc - Growing up as a medic before his new life, he has been in many situations where he has needed to save lives as well as take them. He has not lost anyone who could be saved to the date, and paired with an armored suit. He does not only save lives, he takes them with brutal efficiency.

The mechanic - Machines work like bodies, fluids keep it running and well oiled, and joints make movement possible. He knows his machine well, the electronics inside, he knows how to use, but not how to fix. While he is mechanically inclined, he works with his hands and prefers it that way, coding and advanced electronics are not his specialties.

Airborne - His traditional method of insertion is by the air, he has made his suit drop worth from a range of altitudes. But, he has an arresting hook available for exfil as well. But, even if this one's chute doesn't open, the saying 'he ain't gonna jump no more,' doesn't apply to him. Getting to his love of the airborne also allowed him to learn French, German, Polish, Estonian, Dutch, and Russian.

Warrior Priest - Being a bit of a nerd, he looks at himself as a paladin from dungeons and dragons, one who can heal, or do a bit of damage. A protector of his friends and such, he wears as much armor as possible and carries as much as he can to both hurt and heal. In some cases, he will even bring a shield that he can lock onto his arm, using it both as a stabilizer for heavier weapons, and extra armor from heavier weapons.

History: Born in the middle of Montana, he grew up in the middle of nowhere on some farm with a bunch of siblings. He looked like all of those who came before him, blue eyes, blondish hair, and covered in it as well, having to shave on a daily to keep clean-shaven. But after nearly failing high school, he took a year off and went to community college, while there he became a pre-med major. At that time, he was also being approached by the United States Army, and soon would fall in line with them, dropping out of school.

He took the MOS as a combat medic, he wanted to try and continue his current studies so he could have a job after leaving the military, he thought a contract and done would be all he was doing, but he was wrong. In basic, he turned out to be a good soldier, nearly breaking several records, and generally doing good. Once in his training school, he would make his way to the top of his class. So, he got to choose where he was going to go, and from that moment he would start down a route of trying to be the best.

He said he wanted to be a part of the best, and he was given a chance to start his schooling to become a ranger, air assault, airborne, EOD, and engineering. He would take as much as possible to become a part of the best, and he did well with each school he went to. His first unit, although he had the patch, was a cavalry reconnaissance unit. He was not happy with this posting, but he did gain experience from it. With that experience, he would grow in his military service, becoming an NCO after several years. And when he turned twenty-six, he would finally get his goal.

He would become a part of the rangers, a full ranger in both banner and regiment. This fit him well, and one of his favorite things to do was repel from helicopters, and jump from planes when he was able to for both fun, and to keep his certifications. He loved jumping from planes, and it was everything he wanted. He would continue with this for almost seven years, working with vehicles, saving those around him, and making himself one of the best combat medics, if not the best. He would continue until, in his final year working there, he would get what earned his place in the Raven Squad. In his last fight before he was honorably (medical) discharged.

He and the patrol he was a part of were ambushed, taking heavy losses in the initial encounter including four wounds to his left leg, a wound that temporarily blinded him in his right eye, and two on his torso. Outnumbered, he and the seven others that were still in fighting conditions held off over four hundred assailants for three hours until reinforcements were able to arrive. In total, out of the forty-five people who came, thirty-seven survived, although most were in critical condition and three of the assaulters were also taken into care for he was not able to distinguish some fine in his temporary blindness.

Personality: He looks like a massive teddy bear, there is a smile on his face usually and he had a generally good outlook on life. He finds his available time with plenty of hobbies (From dnd to cars and everything in between), or at the gym. He usually likes to plan as much as possible, having itineraries and such for where ever he goes. But he is rather carefree but in moments that are dire. He will also go out of his way to save or improve the lives of others, he takes his role of being a 'paladin' to heart.

Tactical Suit:
Built off an older model of Russian Ratnik armor due to his size not allowing him in more standardized suits currently in use, he has added a better hydraulics system to the suit's exoskeleton form for better maneuverability and a higher weight load. With that, he has updated the armor and added upon that armor with larger thicker plates to survive most small arms fire for extended periods of time. The battery life is about twelve hours before it has to be recharged or replaced..

The left-arm has a functional part that can attach to a modified armored plate that acts as a shield. His back has an armored crate with slots to carry plenty of supplies. Typically this will be ammunition, food, and medical supplies. A small solar panel to charge the batteries and two spare batteries. It does have three slots for heavier weapons, such as missile tubes, heavy machine guns, or a recoilless rifle. The back plate of the crate is lined with grenades for the second person in the stack.

It is usually covered in paintings that are a halfway point between norse and Celtic line styles.


Base Armor

Weapons: (As set out in the prior selection- though this can be changed if you like. This isn't strict for what class can carry what- but a light shouldn't carry more than two long weapons, a medium more than three, while a heavy alone has access to heavy weapons and a wider range of secondaries)

Possible heavy weapons
Recoilless rifles (MAAWS / SPG-9 / Other Older weapons systems)

Heavy Machine guns (M2 Browning or other weapons of similar size)

Rocket/Missile systems (Javelin / LAW rocket / Other equivalents)

Standard rifle

FN 7.62x51n Mk-18 Battle Rifle

Secondaries
Royal Remington 870 express 3 round breaching shotgun
Winchester Model 1887 shotgun
FN 5.7 pistol
LeMat revolver
Marlin Model 1895SBL
M4A1 Assault Carbine

Equipment (Yours to pick- be mindful of their specialization and class.)
Tac-Axe (2h)
Knife
Fragmentation grenades - x4 front x10 back plate
Flashbang grenades - x3 front x6 back
Smoke grenades - x2 front (white) x4 back (white) x1 (red) x1 (blue)
Flairs / IR probes - 2 boxes of various, 6 flairs ready, 4 IR probes
Multi-vision NVGs
Arresting hook for exfil
Parachute/Stabilizer for infil
60 composite armor shield
Triage and mass stabilization kit
Ammunition boxes (depends on others)

Hobbies:
Dungeons and Dragons
Sky Diving
Football
Video Games
Drinking
Church
Being a nerd
Writing
Gym
Old Time arcades

Likes:
Old Styles of Beer (not that new stuff with all the fancy flavors)
Old Video games and dice games
Farming/Farm Animals
Nordic stuff
Cowboys

Dislikes:
Communists
Socialists
Deep Water
Old Wooden Bridges

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

Name: Oliver Black

Age: 34

Appearance: A massive, stout man, he is the embodiment of a corn-fed American farm boy. He stands at around six-seven and weighs around two sixty of working muscle. With his current size, he is a beacon to whoever sees him and can easily be spotted within a crowd. He has blue eyes, a long weaved darker blonde/light brown hair, and a lighter skin tone. His face has a scar over his right eye from his previous work. And at the moment, he sports a long beard, and hair that is usually braided with beads in a style like the Vikings.

His body is just a slab of working muscle, he doesn't tone himself for the abs. His arms and legs look like muscled logs, and his hands are massive. This man does not skip his protein shakes, his slim jim, or any day at the gym. Will it catch up to him later in life, give it ten years and his knees are probably gonna need replacing.

He only has three tattoos, one is a bolt of lightning that connects his six prior body/leg wounds as if the wounds were connecting rods. The other is a small list of names over the back right shoulder. The last one is a tramp stamp that is a Celtic weave with the name Tiny in the middle of it. He typically tries to hide it, but clothing that is not made for his size specifically, it will typically show.

When outside of operation, either he wears tailor suits to nicer places, or whatever he could buy at the local store that fit him, usually sweats and a very tight t-shirt. Within operations, he usually wears something to go with his exo-suit, usually some form of fatigues or uniform that fits the environment they are currently in. So even if the exosuit fell, he would still be prepared to thrive.



Nationality: American

Callsign: Tiny Nord

Skills:

The Armored Doc - Growing up as a medic before his new life, he has been in many situations where he has needed to save lives as well as take them. He has not lost anyone who could be saved to the date, and paired with an armored suit. He does not only save lives, he takes them with brutal efficiency.

The mechanic - Machines work like bodies, fluids keep it running and well oiled, and joints make movement possible. He knows his machine well, the electronics inside, he knows how to use, but not how to fix. While he is mechanically inclined, he works with his hands and prefers it that way, coding and advanced electronics are not his specialties.

Airborne - His traditional method of insertion is by the air, he has made his suit drop worth from a range of altitudes. But, he has an arresting hook available for exfil as well. But, even if this one's chute doesn't open, the saying 'he ain't gonna jump no more,' doesn't apply to him. Getting to his love of the airborne also allowed him to learn French, German, Polish, Estonian, Dutch, and Russian.

Warrior Priest - Being a bit of a nerd, he looks at himself as a paladin from dungeons and dragons, one who can heal, or do a bit of damage. A protector of his friends and such, he wears as much armor as possible and carries as much as he can to both hurt and heal. In some cases, he will even bring a shield that he can lock onto his arm, using it both as a stabilizer for heavier weapons, and extra armor from heavier weapons.

History: Born in the middle of Montana, he grew up in the middle of nowhere on some farm with a bunch of siblings. He looked like all of those who came before him, blue eyes, blondish hair, and covered in it as well, having to shave on a daily to keep clean-shaven. But after nearly failing high school, he took a year off and went to community college, while there he became a pre-med major. At that time, he was also being approached by the United States Army, and soon would fall in line with them, dropping out of school.

He took the MOS as a combat medic, he wanted to try and continue his current studies so he could have a job after leaving the military, he thought a contract and done would be all he was doing, but he was wrong. In basic, he turned out to be a good soldier, nearly breaking several records, and generally doing good. Once in his training school, he would make his way to the top of his class. So, he got to choose where he was going to go, and from that moment he would start down a route of trying to be the best.

He said he wanted to be a part of the best, and he was given a chance to start his schooling to become a ranger, air assault, airborne, EOD, and engineering. He would take as much as possible to become a part of the best, and he did well with each school he went to. His first unit, although he had the patch, was a cavalry reconnaissance unit. He was not happy with this posting, but he did gain experience from it. With that experience, he would grow in his military service, becoming an NCO after several years. And when he turned twenty-six, he would finally get his goal.

He would become a part of the rangers, a full ranger in both banner and regiment. This fit him well, and one of his favorite things to do was repel from helicopters, and jump from planes when he was able to for both fun, and to keep his certifications. He loved jumping from planes, and it was everything he wanted. He would continue with this for almost seven years, working with vehicles, saving those around him, and making himself one of the best combat medics, if not the best. He would continue until, in his final year working there, he would get what earned his place in the Raven Squad. In his last fight before he was honorably (medical) discharged.

He and the patrol he was a part of were ambushed, taking heavy losses in the initial encounter including four wounds to his left leg, a wound that temporarily blinded him in his right eye, and two on his torso. Outnumbered, he and the seven others that were still in fighting conditions held off over four hundred assailants for three hours until reinforcements were able to arrive. In total, out of the forty-five people who came, thirty-seven survived, although most were in critical condition and three of the assaulters were also taken into care for he was not able to distinguish some fine in his temporary blindness.

Personality: He looks like a massive teddy bear, there is a smile on his face usually and he had a generally good outlook on life. He finds his available time with plenty of hobbies (From dnd to cars and everything in between), or at the gym. He usually likes to plan as much as possible, having itineraries and such for where ever he goes. But he is rather carefree but in moments that are dire. He will also go out of his way to save or improve the lives of others, he takes his role of being a 'paladin' to heart.

Tactical Suit:
Built off an older model of Russian Ratnik armor due to his size not allowing him in more standardized suits currently in use, he has added a better hydraulics system to the suit's exoskeleton form for better maneuverability and a higher weight load. With that, he has updated the armor and added upon that armor with larger thicker plates to survive most small arms fire for extended periods of time. The battery life is about twelve hours before it has to be recharged or replaced..

The left-arm has a functional part that can attach to a modified armored plate that acts as a shield. His back has an armored crate with slots to carry plenty of supplies. Typically this will be ammunition, food, and medical supplies. A small solar panel to charge the batteries and two spare batteries. It does have three slots for heavier weapons, such as missile tubes, heavy machine guns, or a recoilless rifle. The back plate of the crate is lined with grenades for the second person in the stack.

It is usually covered in paintings that are a halfway point between norse and Celtic line styles.


Base Armor

Weapons: (As set out in the prior selection- though this can be changed if you like. This isn't strict for what class can carry what- but a light shouldn't carry more than two long weapons, a medium more than three, while a heavy alone has access to heavy weapons and a wider range of secondaries)

Possible heavy weapons
Recoilless rifles (MAAWS / SPG-9 / Other Older weapons systems)

Heavy Machine guns (M2 Browning or other weapons of similar size)

Rocket/Missile systems (Javelin / LAW rocket / Other equivalents)

Standard rifle

FN 7.62x51n Mk-18 Battle Rifle

Secondaries
Royal Remington 870 express 3 round breaching shotgun
Winchester Model 1887 shotgun
FN 5.7 pistol
LeMat revolver
Marlin Model 1895SBL
M4A1 Assault Carbine

Equipment (Yours to pick- be mindful of their specialization and class.)
Tac-Axe (2h)
Knife
Fragmentation grenades - x4 front x10 back plate
Flashbang grenades - x3 front x6 back
Smoke grenades - x2 front (white) x4 back (white) x1 (red) x1 (blue)
Flairs / IR probes - 2 boxes of various, 6 flairs ready, 4 IR probes
Multi-vision NVGs
Arresting hook for exfil
Parachute/Stabilizer for infil
60 composite armor shield
Triage and mass stabilization kit
Ammunition boxes (depends on others)

Hobbies:
Dungeons and Dragons
Sky Diving
Football
Video Games
Drinking
Church
Being a nerd
Writing
Gym
Old Time arcades

Likes:
Old Styles of Beer (not that new stuff with all the fancy flavors)
Old Video games and dice games
Farming/Farm Animals
Nordic stuff
Cowboys

Dislikes:
Communists
Socialists
Deep Water
Old Wooden Bridges