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Wrath of Darkness

Yeah I'll post today!

Wrath of Darkness

Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'

Reed stood inspecting a vehicle in the convoy, his flight helmet held to his side. While the piece of hardware wouldn't be used as a flight aid on this mission, it did provide good field data and they were taught to use such devices in his E&E classes. Reed probably didn't seem like the type of person to be on this mission, pilot and all, but sometimes the Wild World didn't require fighting ability to get the mission done, rather, it required survivability. And Reed was top of his E&E class. Of course, there were legends on this team such as Jake Cross who would do the heavy lifting. Speaking of the man, he had just finished a conversation with woman wearing a peculiar helmet. It was time for Reed to introduce himself, although it was highly likely Cross already knew all about him and that he was already here.

"Sir," he started, "Matthew Reed. Reporting in and ready to head out on your command." He said, still holding his golden visored helmet to his side. Of course Reed wasn't entirely ready, he was quite nervous, but he did his best to conceal it. He was normally in the sky during high stake missions, but not this one. The Wild World would not be kind to them. The creatures in it had it out for humans. Luckily not every creature was hostile. Some were neutral and it was that which they would probably rely on in sticky situations.

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Matthew Reed

Name: Matthew Reed

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.

Skills:
Extreme Althete - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
Helicopter Pilot - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
Multitasking - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.

Equipment:
SM8 - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
H-8 - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
Full Visor Flight Helmet - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.

Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."

Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.

Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo.

In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them.

When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.

So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be.

There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.

After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing.

Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean.

Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.

Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.

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I thought I had submitted this for some reason, anywho here is my old CS.
My bad!

Matthew Reed

Name: Matthew Reed

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Armored Division, pilot.

Skills:
Extreme Althete - Reed is an extreme athlete, which helps him certify himself as a pilot who does direct mission drops. He has the ability to perform almost perfect E&E actions.
Helicopter Pilot - Reed has a special knack for piloting a helicopter, whether it be a transport or gunship variant.
Multitasking - He has the ability to fly a gunship and unleash its payload with precision, along with other things.

Equipment:
SM8 - the futuristic version of the P-90. It is lighter and, with better weapon design and better bullets, it shoots harder with better accuracy and less recoil than the old p-90. It is a good weapon for a pilot because it is compact, packs a punch, and has the ability to hold a lot of bullets, armor piercing bullets.
H-8 - a high capacity, hard hitting sidearm.
Full Visor Flight Helmet - A helmet with the entire face plate being a type of honeycombed, gold glass like material. It has night vision, thermal, and a HUD.

Appearance: Reed is a 6'0" man with a lean, dense muscular build which brings him to 185 lbs. He's a balance between strength and dexterity and he has a mostly scar-free body when compared to legends such as Jake Cross. Only being a pilot, he's remained "out of harm."

Reed has crew cut dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face along with hazel eyes. His preferred clothing for the field is a special weave Multicam BDU which is good protection against claws and teeth, but not against bullets.

Background: Reed initially spent his first few years in a small outpost called Blackwood, where his parents were stationed so that they could study the biology of the monsters and cataloged their DNA. For safety reasons, they had Reed brought to the military district of Anselmo, where he spent his life until he was 18. His parents visited a few times a year, but he grew up without them. Instead, he spent most of his life under the wing of his Uncle, Glenn Reed, who worked as a pilot for Anselmo.

In this case, instead of following in his parent's footsteps as may be expected, he decided to follow in the footsteps of his Uncle as a supply aircraft pilot, where he would drop crates into outposts to keep them sustained. Once he reached twelve, his Uncle started to bring Matt with him on flights, where he began to see many of the monsters which had wrecked their world. He even witnessed a group of rangers storm a bunker and come out unscathed, only to lose men and women when a pilot hit a tree and crash landed right into them.

When he was seventeen and on the verge of choosing his supply career, he got word that his parents and 45 others perished when their overloaded evac helicopter crashed.

So, at 18 years old, and seeing so many pilot failures, he went to the academy to become a direct action helicopter pilot, where he'd be in the heat of combat. Only, he'd do it better. Killing and dropping off Rangers with his machine. That's where he decided he needed to be.

There's one mission that he will always remember, one that scarred him for life. A group of four year Rangers had been sent to investigate a bunker where high tech weapons were thought to have once been held. Intelligence had cleared the place, meaning an easy mission. Matt flew the Rangers, using a quiet helicopter, into the area over the cover of darkness. Matt had swept the area to make sure it was clear, before setting down. The Rangers jogged out and Matt flew off, waiting for the mission end and his cue to retrieve.

After an hour, a slight rumbling started, shaking the valley. A few minutes later and the Rangers, after a brief amount of shooting, stopped transmitting. Matt got the go to investigate the scene. When he arrived he figured out why they had stopped transmitting. They were too busy fighting. Tracer rounds flew into a large shadow, a behemoth. The monster swung an arm into what must have been a SAW operator, causing the majority of the tracer rounds to stop. Then, a moment of hope, as tracers from all over the beast started, hitting one of its feet in an attempt to make it fall. Matt aimed his chaingun at the beast's foot as well, but he was out of rockets. He was only allowed so much. Then, in a heartwrenching moment, the behemoth, the Leviathan, raised its head and let out a roar that would have popped Matt's eardrums had he not had his helmet on. The gunfire had stopped, and Matt knew the team was dead. A monster Leviathan had been awoken, most likely mistaken for a large rock during scouting, and it had wiped out an Expedition Team like it was nothing.

Other: Gotta get him a pilot name if you know what I mean.

Wish: His wish is quite simple, and part of the reason he has decided to be a direct action pilot: he wants to bring everyone home safe from every mission.

Trauma: The incident with the Leviathan.

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran
Thanks! I'll put my old CS up once I'm home!

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Oh it's back!

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Above ground going below ground
Traveller was surprised at how fast the stranger, Sciaac, bounced back up after the undead warriors had been briefly cleared. If that wasn't surprising, however, an appendage from Sciaac tore an incoming undead warrior to pieces. Traveller's eyes went to Sciaac, and he gave a small nod of respect to Sciaac before following after the fellow warrior. After a few more undead fell, Traveller was in the clearing created by Fionn, the last remaining individual above ground. "Fionn, we're all clear!" He called out before entering the staircase himself.

Traveller paused at the bottom at the stairwell, where he swore he saw a bunch of glowing green emeralds. Ivas' reaction spoke differently though. It seemed as if a trap went off, causing more undead to rise. Except, Traveller could see now, these enemies were different. They appeared to be a sturdier foe. Once again, Traveller raised his sword, although this time he raised it with fatigue setting in.

Persistent World

Put EH lower down on the site and call it a day.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Above Ground

Traveller cut down another skeleton before he backpedaled towards the underground chamber doorway to catch a respite from fighting. His arms were starting to feel heavy and he felt his endurance waning from the effort of keeping his shield up while also swinging his large sword. It was in the moment of rest that he heard one, no, two others fighting. "Fionn, Zharak!" He yelled, "there are two others fighting inside the horde!" They probably already knew but were too busy fighting to do anything about it at the moment. Zharak was getting his well earned vengeance and Fionn was gunning down the undead horde with waves of light. Both were doing an applaudable job at holding the undead back.

Traveller took a deep breath, then charged forward. He dashed through whatever gaps he could find in the horde and destroyed any corpses that got in the way with his sword. His shield flared as the army of corpses hammered him with rotting limbs, but for now he would hold. Traveller didn't exactly know how good of a fighter Sciaac was, just that individual had managed to stay alive this long. Luckily Sciaac was already near the entrance to the underground chamber, so getting back wouldn't be an issue, especially with Sciaac's firepower. Within moments of leaving, he had reached Sciaac. "Let's go!" He yelled before turning and cutting down some approaching skeletons.

Admiral Forge

Preston Forge

Name: Preston Forge
Title: Rear Admiral Forge officially, Admiral Forge unofficially.

Influence: 5 (Global); Admiral Forge has control over four UFP destroyers: UFPS Stalwart, UFPS Gryphin, UFPS Savannah, and the UFPS Gorden. He commands his small fleet from a carrier designated UFPS Fortitude.

Group(s): United Federation of Planets

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190
Age: 42
Race/Species: Human
Appearance: Lightly tanned causation with crew cut brown hair and blue eyes. He has a rough face which is handsome in its own way. He also sports a stubble beard. Forge is leanly muscled and holds a respectable physique.
Personality: Forge is a calm, collected man. If the sailors under him were asked how they viewed Forge, they'd probably say that he is a solid man who they could trust in combat. He has a steady morale compass; he isn't the type of man the UFP would turn to if they wanted to secretly commit war crimes. He is also loyal. He's not the type to betray the values he believes in or the people he vowed to protect.

Abilities:

( 3 ) Forge's solid ability to lead has led him to become an Admiral in a powerful world spanning nations.

Items:

( Collective influence of 5 )

• Stalwart class destroyer: A destroyer 300 meters in length, 40 meters in height and 80 meters in width. It features several dual railgun stations which fire 250 mm slugs. For defense, the ship has several 35 mm AI controlled autocannons and the Phalanx Missile Defense System (PMDS) which tracks and explodes incoming projectiles. It also hosts two marine platoons of 40. One meter of composite armor.
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• Fortitude class carrier: A carrier of 900 meters in length, 225 meters in height and 300 meters in width. The ship lacks firepower, instead, it carries two battalions of 450 marines. It also carries 120 F-45s. For defense and it has a dozen 35 mm AI controlled autocannons as well as the PMDS. Two meters of composite armor.
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• F-45: A starfighter 15 m in length, 9 m in wingspan and 5 m in height. It has a 40 mm gatling gun in the front and carries up to 8 cobra air-to-air missiles and/or viper air-to-ground missiles in an internal bay. 100 mm of composite armor.
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Background: Growing up on Fixion Prime under parents enlisted in the UFP military, Forge was involved with the UFP in the very beginning. He grew up in a decent neighborhood with other UFP families. He went to school at a UFP academy where he was the captain of the soccer team for several years. As soon as he reached the age of 18 he began school at the UFP Naval Academy. After quickly moving through the academy, he was assigned the rank of lieutenant and stationed on a destroyer at the gage of 21. After a series of clashes with hostile starships, at the age of 25, Forge moved up to take the seat of the captain, who was going to resign that same year. After being a captain for 12 years he was promoted to a Rear Admiral.