Yeah I would be very interested in looking in on something like this!
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Hey are you still accepting or is it too far along? I would love to app in a hunter if I am not too late.
So if you check out my profile you may notice i am not exactly new. Problem is i have not yet managed to find a series that hasn't almost immediately imploded. Looking to get in on a high casual or advanced game! I have a very wide range of interests including survival (Wasteland, zombie etc), scifi (Star wars, firefly, basically anything.) Fantasy (Witcher, basically anything here as well though i tend towards dark fantasy more) and cyberpunk. So if you are starting something up soon please hit me up! I would love to get in on something cool.
Damn, i was really enjoying this one as well
An entire posse of GMs actually sounds pretty badass
What is the go now, are we waiting on a GM pose?
Russ looks over the camp carefully his eyes memorising sentry locations and the layout of the camp. He evaluates the best approach, his hands automatically checking over his equipment relying on muscle memory as his attention is still on the roving soldiers.
“Dredd take out the Comms officer and make sure you do it quietly and quickly before he can get a distress signal out. Mar take out the one in the watchtower. 2020 you got the man on the northern edge farthest from us, Rus the guy closest to us watching the southern edge, Enu western edge, and I’ve got the Eastern Edge. Ryleer light up the group by the fire. We move quick and only fire if you can get a clean shot. Once your targets are down converge on the camp and take out the stragglers. We do it quick and we do it now.”
"Roger that boss, I'm on it." Russ moves quickly now, a few quick running steps before his jetpack kicks up with barely a whisper throwing him forward towards his target as the green light comes over his HUD. "FOR MANDALORE!" He drops down on his prey just as the man recognizes that his death is incoming dread filling his eyes as the sound of rapid fire blasters fill the camp. Russ's blade darts forward, humming lowly easily sliding through the sentries throat and severing his spinal cord dropping him almost soundlessly.
His jetpack ignites again as he hurls himself forward, blood sloughing off his blade in a thick sheet at the sudden movement. His hand whips foward, one of his precious plasma grenades landing at the feet of another two of the patrolling soldiers feet. Lighting them up with white hot flame. Their screams bellow across the camp before they are suddenly cut off as their throats are seared shut. [b]"This is Mynock four, objective complete. Looking for quick resupply and checking to make sure none of these 'soldiers' are playing dead."[/b
He moves easily through the camp now, his blaster occasionally flashing or his sword sweeping down. Making sure that what is thought to be dead is truly dead. He moves through the tents carefully and slowly, his helmeted head sweeping from side to side as he scans for hidden threats or valuable equipment and intel that could aid them in their mission.
“Dredd take out the Comms officer and make sure you do it quietly and quickly before he can get a distress signal out. Mar take out the one in the watchtower. 2020 you got the man on the northern edge farthest from us, Rus the guy closest to us watching the southern edge, Enu western edge, and I’ve got the Eastern Edge. Ryleer light up the group by the fire. We move quick and only fire if you can get a clean shot. Once your targets are down converge on the camp and take out the stragglers. We do it quick and we do it now.”
"Roger that boss, I'm on it." Russ moves quickly now, a few quick running steps before his jetpack kicks up with barely a whisper throwing him forward towards his target as the green light comes over his HUD. "FOR MANDALORE!" He drops down on his prey just as the man recognizes that his death is incoming dread filling his eyes as the sound of rapid fire blasters fill the camp. Russ's blade darts forward, humming lowly easily sliding through the sentries throat and severing his spinal cord dropping him almost soundlessly.
His jetpack ignites again as he hurls himself forward, blood sloughing off his blade in a thick sheet at the sudden movement. His hand whips foward, one of his precious plasma grenades landing at the feet of another two of the patrolling soldiers feet. Lighting them up with white hot flame. Their screams bellow across the camp before they are suddenly cut off as their throats are seared shut. [b]"This is Mynock four, objective complete. Looking for quick resupply and checking to make sure none of these 'soldiers' are playing dead."[/b
He moves easily through the camp now, his blaster occasionally flashing or his sword sweeping down. Making sure that what is thought to be dead is truly dead. He moves through the tents carefully and slowly, his helmeted head sweeping from side to side as he scans for hidden threats or valuable equipment and intel that could aid them in their mission.
Pokes people to post!
I apologize if people think i am spelling things like armour etc wrong. But i am Australian, so i will spell things like that slightly differently.
Russ slides silently through the jungle, his left hand resting on the hilt of his still sheathed vibroblade his right gripping his heavy blaster pistol. His eyes scan carefully the forest carefully as The Boss and Dredd take the lead moving swiftly towards their objective. His armour is already beginning to feel stifling in the oppressive heat trapped under the trees canopy, beads of sweat running down his pale flesh.
At the Boss's hand signal he moves smoothly and slowly to the ground, not letting sudden movements and noise give his position away. He presses himself down into the sodden soil, letting the dank earth smear across his silver armour. His eyes track the enemy party carefully as they come into view, his ears straining to overhear their conversation.
He growls lowly as he overhears them talking in such a manner of slaughtering his comrades, the sound of his low animalistic growl echoing over Mynocks comms as the sub-vocal mic around his throat picks up the subtle vibrations. He slowly begins to slide his vibroblade from it's sheath as the enemy party draws closer, his pistol sliding into it's holster as he grips one of his plasma grenades.
He almost swears as one of the party ignites a gleaming saber, the mark of a jedi. Worthy opponents in a sea of sub-par warriors, one he has not been able to test his skills against in battle. He has only seen them from a distance as they tear into his comrades, and only a couple of times in his years of fighting this bloody war.
His sub-vocal mic picks up his barely whispered speech, the sound not even reaching two feet from his position. Using his greater distance from the enemy to broadcast a quick plan. "Roger that Boss. If we are discovered, I will disrupt the gunners with a grenade and then launch myself into close combat with the Jedi. Snowflake will most likely do the same. Focus fire on the gunners, wipe them out so we can all focus on the Jedi. Make it fast, i don't know how long i will last against them. Even with my Beskar blade. I have never had to deal with their magic in the flesh before."
His barely breathes as the enemy comes even closer, the glow from the lightsaber almost washing over their prone bodies. Not even daring to push himself further into the earth as the smallest hint of movement could give his position away. His hands sweating heavily inside his armoured gauntlets, gripping his weapons so tight his knuckles begin to whiten.
At the Boss's hand signal he moves smoothly and slowly to the ground, not letting sudden movements and noise give his position away. He presses himself down into the sodden soil, letting the dank earth smear across his silver armour. His eyes track the enemy party carefully as they come into view, his ears straining to overhear their conversation.
He growls lowly as he overhears them talking in such a manner of slaughtering his comrades, the sound of his low animalistic growl echoing over Mynocks comms as the sub-vocal mic around his throat picks up the subtle vibrations. He slowly begins to slide his vibroblade from it's sheath as the enemy party draws closer, his pistol sliding into it's holster as he grips one of his plasma grenades.
He almost swears as one of the party ignites a gleaming saber, the mark of a jedi. Worthy opponents in a sea of sub-par warriors, one he has not been able to test his skills against in battle. He has only seen them from a distance as they tear into his comrades, and only a couple of times in his years of fighting this bloody war.
His sub-vocal mic picks up his barely whispered speech, the sound not even reaching two feet from his position. Using his greater distance from the enemy to broadcast a quick plan. "Roger that Boss. If we are discovered, I will disrupt the gunners with a grenade and then launch myself into close combat with the Jedi. Snowflake will most likely do the same. Focus fire on the gunners, wipe them out so we can all focus on the Jedi. Make it fast, i don't know how long i will last against them. Even with my Beskar blade. I have never had to deal with their magic in the flesh before."
His barely breathes as the enemy comes even closer, the glow from the lightsaber almost washing over their prone bodies. Not even daring to push himself further into the earth as the smallest hint of movement could give his position away. His hands sweating heavily inside his armoured gauntlets, gripping his weapons so tight his knuckles begin to whiten.
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