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@RookGood to hear, I'm not much for doing that much effort lol :)

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@RookUm, I suppose we're like subdivisions of a United Coalition of Holy Terror. Muslim Holy Terror, Christian Holy Terror, etc.

Or if you really want it, I could make my guy Christian I suppose.

Tactical Insertion: Breach & Clear

When Hayle and Charles entered the door, they entered a massive lobby with two sets of stairs on the far left and right along with one massive teller desk at the back and were greeted with a somewhat expected sight, two armed criminals in the middle of the room, pointing their pistols at a large huddle of hostages, probably 20 or so civilians. The criminals notice the door burst open and one runs into the teller desk room and the other immediately picks up a hostage and faces the front, using him as a shield, ready to embrace the oncoming forces.

"Stay the fuck back you assholes, I'm warning you all! I'll fucking blow this guy's head clean off!" he cried.

Meanwhile, at the rear entrance, the other half of the squadron would come to realize something as they entered, that the bank was much bigger than it looked on the outside, as on the other side of that door would be the managerial offices and cubicles, not the teller desks.

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@RookIma say that they put aside their differences for a "common good" aka alien genocide, just as nations with differences will put aside their grievances to fight a power. They have grudges, but they just put them on hold until after. So we aren't much friends, but we'll cooperate.

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Since Loraine is a Holy Christian and Erik's a Holy Muslim, I'm going to imply that this is a multiple religion coalition of devouts against aliens.

Tactical Insertion: Breach & Clear

@kanoroInitially SWAT officers were sent in the occassion where everything has gone lethal, so you are here to calmly and tactically end every criminal inside the bank who is armed and arrest any that are unarmed. It doesn't matter if they have the gun and aren't using it, if they are holding a gun, they are legal to kill in this situation as of the 11-99 protocol of officers being able to kill suspects who assault said officers with deadly force.

Though like a said, if they are unarmed visibly, who should move in to cuff them, and don't forget to be very careful around hostages, once you guys breach, I'll depict every room you walk into from your perspective(s), you chose how to handle it from there. Your reputation and the reputation of D Platoon is at hand, do it right. :)

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This seems to be going well so far, keep rollin along gents.

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Ibn-Ramash a.k.a. Erik Tan

Name- Ibn-Ramash: primary alias post Islamification
-Erik Tan: secondary alias, birth name

Age- 32

Appearance


Species- Human

Faction- Holy Terror

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Heterosexual, anti-interracial (Believes in monogamy)

RP Sample

"So I found this journal off of the newest captive, blank, so I'll start using it. A scorching day in the Nevada desert landscape, probably a little over 100 degrees, sweltering to the point of turning us into sandstone. We were at our outpost miles upon miles away from the nearest town, at one of those ominous Native towns build into the sand and cliff sides. Of course, we modified it, there was an oil generator, some satisfactory furniture and we even put up a fence and a tower; they were nothing too grand but enough to spot an animal to hunt or the occasional passerby from a road about two miles out. As of our seventh week at this camp, we have captured four aliens and two heretics, the devil loving traitors. We haven't seen much this week, so I suppose it's time to clear house as we're running out of buildings to store them in, though I suppose we could double them up, why not? Anyways, there's nothing better to do, so I'll be on that." -Excerpt from Erik Tan's Journal

Erik put his journal in his coat, dusted with sand and gravel, and headed out of the cliff hut he called his house. Outside he blistered in the heated rays of the Sun as he sent for some men to bring the captives up against the cliff wall. A couple minutes later, the six prisoners of the camp we pulled and shoved across the burning sand up to the red stone wall of the cliff. They were put upon their knees with rifles put against the back of their heads; there would be no bags, no cloth blindfolds, there was no need for their mind's sanctity, their deaths would be swift and unnoticed.

"Gentleman, Lady, and Demons," Erik begins in a stern yet sarcastically friendly tone, "You have nothing to fear, nothing at all, as there is nothing left to fear, for you won't be able to feel fear much longer."

The human woman in the group started crying. "Excuse me ma'am, let me finish if you will, I assure you everything will turn out better than you expect."

"Now then, as I was saying..." he paused for a moment, "fire."

The squadron of Holy Terror Soldiers fires their rifles and the newly produced corpses fall upon the boiling sea of sand. "Now remove them," Erik ordered. The troops started hauling the bodies into a pile, once done, the bodies are lit aflame and the ashes scatter across the sands forever to be lost among the desert. The terror of this outpost began.

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@hagrodenHokay m8, I suppose I can roll with that.

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Here be my CS application.

Ibn-Ramash a.k.a. Erik Tan

Name- Ibn-Ramash: primary alias post Islamification
-Erik Tan: secondary alias, birth name

Age- 32

Appearance


Species- Human

Faction- Holy Terror

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Heterosexual, anti-interracial (Believes in monogamy)

RP Sample

"So I found this journal off of the newest captive, blank, so I'll start using it. A scorching day in the Nevada desert landscape, probably a little over 100 degrees, sweltering to the point of turning us into sandstone. We were at our outpost miles upon miles away from the nearest town, at one of those ominous Native towns build into the sand and cliff sides. Of course, we modified it, there was an oil generator, some satisfactory furniture and we even put up a fence and a tower; they were nothing too grand but enough to spot an animal to hunt or the occasional passerby from a road about two miles out. As of our seventh week at this camp, we have captured four aliens and two heretics, the devil loving traitors. We haven't seen much this week, so I suppose it's time to clear house as we're running out of buildings to store them in, though I suppose we could double them up, why not? Anyways, there's nothing better to do, so I'll be on that." -Excerpt from Erik Tan's Journal

Erik put his journal in his coat, dusted with sand and gravel, and headed out of the cliff hut he called his house. Outside he blistered in the heated rays of the Sun as he sent for some men to bring the captives up against the cliff wall. A couple minutes later, the six prisoners of the camp we pulled and shoved across the burning sand up to the red stone wall of the cliff. They were put upon their knees with rifles put against the back of their heads; there would be no bags, no cloth blindfolds, there was no need for their mind's sanctity, their deaths would be swift and unnoticed.

"Gentleman, Lady, and Demons," Erik begins in a stern yet sarcastically friendly tone, "You have nothing to fear, nothing at all, as there is nothing left to fear, for you won't be able to feel fear much longer."

The human woman in the group started crying. "Excuse me ma'am, let me finish if you will, I assure you everything will turn out better than you expect."

"Now then, as I was saying..." he paused for a moment, "fire."

The squadron of Holy Terror Soldiers fires their rifles and the newly produced corpses fall upon the boiling sea of sand. "Now remove them," Erik ordered. The troops started hauling the bodies into a pile, once done, the bodies are lit aflame and the ashes scatter across the sands forever to be lost among the desert. The terror of this outpost began.