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Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

You nerds and your sextual 1x1 rps.

I don't need your fanservice.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Watch out New Yorker, the British are coming! :P

@Fat Boy Kyle

The Division - Tragedy is Invisible

"Gum? Yeah, hold on a second," Warren said as he eyed the figure standing before their squad. Command had told them they were going to meet someone on the inside, and unless they were getting the wrong end of a stick, this was their ma- woman. Digging a hand into one of his many pouches, of which already open MRE was pulled out. "It'll cost you though. I'll be taking your hot sauce next time we dig down for chow, ma'am." He threw her the small packet of 'Beechies Spearmint', grinning slightly.

Tracie caught the packet mid air, crunching the half used cardboard wrapping in her fist. She slid the candy into one of her utility pockets. "Thanks, Darling." Tracie breathed behind her, keeping up with the pointman. "If it were five years ago, I might make you call me 'sir'." she mumbled to herself.

Lowering his Benelli, Warren hefted it over his shoulder in a relaxed position as the robotic drone whirred to a halt several feet behind him. He tossed the rest of the MRE back into his pouch as he pulled out the bulky radio off of his back. "I'll go ahead and tell command that you've arrived ma'am. You're Sergeant Tracie Armond, correct? How is it in the city? Is it as bad as they said it was in briefing? Ah, hold on, gimme a moment," he said, triggering a few buttons on the device.

"Command, this is Delta India Victor India Sierra India Oscar November Dash Niner Niner Zero. Yes. Yes, we've established contact with Momma Bear. We're converging on the train platform to enter the city proper. Virgin out." He hung up the call, leaning back and sighing. "Can you believe they make me say out the whole thing? Can't I just say Division proper?" He looked up as Red called out a corpse. Warren felt a little eager to see the first sign of a dead man on the mission, at least to see what the infection did to someone.

Tracie watched as the boy radioed in to command, the march seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed. When he was done on the radio Tracie decided she could answer his questions. "I generally go by Special Agent Armond these days." She trailed off ahead a bit and leaned against the grimy wall. "The city's about as bad as it could get. The civies that weren't killed in the initial backlash either joined street gangs or live like mice. The disease is changing these people, and not just the ones infected with it. The streets ahead are mostly cleared, though. I've been keeping tabs on it for a couple of days. There's an exit up ahead even though the subway entrance is blocked." Tracie's attention turned on the others in the group, she was tired of thinking about the city, and any respite was valuable to her. Unfortuanely, all she found was more reminders of the horrors of the city.

Warren nodded as he pulled the mask on, breathing in the filtered air and walking over to Red once he was satisfied, staring down at the body through the tent. Howard closely followed, sensors on the lookout for anything that moved. "Damn. Poor bastard, you think he was a hobo? Judging by his rot, he probably died quick. Within' a day of it starting. Lucky bastard." Warren nudged the dead man with his boot. "You think we should take a skin sample or wait for someone a little less... oozing?"

Tracie watched the body from behind the young man's frame. "I doubt you'll be able to get anything out of a sample that command doesn't already know. Might as well leave it, kid." She walked ahead, rifle held confidently in her grasp. "Let's get out of these fucking tunnels. Exit's up ahead." she said to the group as she approached the platform edge.

"Good idea. Couldn't have said anything wiser, ma'am," Warren said, in a rather sarcastic tone.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

Meanwhile, in Whatsgoingonville. Popular place, you guys should come here for a vacation.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

So who are we waiting for to begin, Operation: Let Us Not Die Horribly?

@Hexaflexagon

Лидер команды, it would probably be fitting for you to start. 'cause yer' the captain (not the captain).

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

<Snipped quote by TheDuncanMorgan>

New York, obvs. But I get on at all kinds of times.

@The New Yorker

I could've sworn you were from Mars.

Damn. Guess I lose twenty bucks.

The Division - Tragedy is Invisible

Its a shame the team isn't just going to be all women and then Warren.

The shenanigans we would've had.

The Division - Tragedy is Invisible

Warren

Appearance

At first glance, your local Warren McFalsky might not appear to be much of a threat. He isn't the tallest, while he also isn't the shortest, standing at a rough height of five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at one hundred and sixty-four pounds. Oddly enough, for a tech enthusiast like him, he doesn't wear glasses. His eyes are a dark maroon color, and his hair is rather short and brown. When not wearing the green fatigues of an army personnel, Warren usually prefers to go with a black shirt and pants, not giving enough of a damn to choose something fancy. He's rather young, only twenty-five years of age. Still, Warren went through boot camp like any other soldier out there, and has more muscle on him than you might expect.

Name

Corporal Warren McFalsky

Age

Twenty-five.

Gender

XY Chromosomes.

Call Sign

Warren, despite his obvious lamentations, is called 'Virgin' mostly due to him being the youngest and newest addition to the squad of spec-ops. Warren really isn't an actual virgin, even he's got a few tricks up his sleeve.

Personnel Description

Most would describe Warren as a 'Happy-Go-Lucky' kind of guy. He's rather optimistic, even in the worst of situations. He enjoys joking around, and has a bit of an off humor. Once a man goes into a war, the ol' pie to the face and banana peels don't really do the trick. He'll laugh about most things, a dead person shitting themselves, the irony of a man who's head was busted open by a medkit. Still, its not like he doesn't care, its just that civvies tend to get in the way of things, and shit hits the fan if you involve them. Warren is best at ease when he is using his electronics.

Whether its an old '97 Windows or a state of the art gismo like H.O.W.A.R.D, he knows how to use them all. Back in school, most kids would come to him if they needed assistance with computers, and he was a champ at it. Almost got suspended a few times for hacking into the network. Still, in an apocalyptic situation like the one now, Warren might quickly find himself useless. Sure, he's good with a gun and is fit, but he doesn't know his way around explosives or how to pull shrapnel out of a body. Still, he's willing to improvise easily on the field, able to scrap a microwave or an engine to fix up his equipment.

Backstory Description

Warren was born in a small town in Ohio. Yeah, not really original, eh? Still, his story isn't completely botched. Warren's father was a high-ranking military member. Unfortunately, said father died during the Iraq War. He didn't get completely over that. Still, back in the 90s or so, Warren got by pretty well. His family was middle-classed, and he went to a pretty good school. Since he was so technically inclined, everyone came to him with their problems. More often than not, he just installed Adobe Reader to fix it. He also almost got suspended a few times, but Warren's father managed to persuade the school that he wouldn't cause anymore problems. Really, what's wrong with making the school speakers play out hardcore metal music? Really, they were just overreacting.

Taking a cue from his father, and a cue from the technological advances the military had, Warren jumped into BT at the age of 18. It was a major challenge keeping up, as he never really had done much physical activity, even if he wasn't overweight. Still, he didn't flunk out, and managed to pass like all the other cadets. Still, he was the only one who paid attention to their more computer orientated tasks. As such, he was designated platoon tech specialist. During the 'War on Terrorism' he aided in at least fourteen unmanned aerial drone strikes. The attacks still send shivers down his spine, as civilian casualties were high. Overall, Warren was just high enough on the totem pole, and had decent connections due to his father, to join The Division, and was a rather late addition as well.

Role

Squad Technician / General Infantryman

Inventory

Other than standard equipment like the 'Contact Lens' and Go-Bag, Warren keeps a few tricks up his sleeves. One of the largest is the bulky transmitter/receiver radio that takes its place as part of his rucksack. The radio is pretty powerful, and unless you're fifty feet underground or in a concrete bunker, you could use it to contact Command from anywhere. The other thing he carries is a toolkit filled with wrenches, screwdrivers, solders, etc. Anything that could be used to repair mechanical and electronical parts. Oh, and like three rolls of duct tape.

H.O.W.A.R.D - Harbinger of War and Reticent Destruction

H.O.W.A.R.D, a recent design that Warren had successfully finished making only a few months before Division had been sent in. Really, its more of an advanced prototype rather than a finished tool. The drone is roughly the size of a cubic meter, and sports two main weapons. The smaller rifle is akin to an Uzi, as it uses 9mm rounds and fires a lot of them towards a position with a lack of accuracy. The second, larger rifle fires 7.62mm ammunition, with a smaller clip, but more power and accuracy than the other weapon. Other than that, Howard has two grabber-arms on the side of the drone, able to pick up objects and interact with basic things. He can't solve a rubix cube, but Warren is trying to fix that.

Howard is programmed rather effectively, able to respond to several commands without failure. He can follow, stop, go at a percentage speed, combat mode, distraction mode and several other commands. Warren can also operate it manually with a small tablet. He even has a bit of emotion, and will bleep affectionately at his master. Howard can carry up to 40lbs of equipment without starting to get slowed down. Just clip bags onto him, and he'll carry it. The drone is fast on its own, able to go up to speeds of thirty-five miles per hour. Plus, his weapons aren't much to laugh at. Still, the drone, while able to easily go on road, has difficulty getting through rough terrain. It can make it through, but loses much of its speed. If the drone is knocked over, it will use the arms to prop itself up, but is extremely vulnerable. His optics and motors are easy to damage, and unless he is properly maintained, he will start to break down quickly. Still, Warren loves the thing like its his own dog.

Weapons

Warren's primary weapon is the Benelli M4 Twelve Gauge Shotgun. His primary ammunition is standard slugs, but Warren keeps a small supply of buckshot shells. Added onto the shotgun is a flashlight and laser sight, neither really use able unless in darkness. McFalsky's sidearm is the Beretta M9 pistol. A little weaker than the standard M1911, but it still gets the job done. Again, standard flashlight and laser. Last thing is a standard combat knife with a standard edge and a standard standardized standardation.

Talents

If you've got a machine in front of you, Warren is who you call to operate it. Want reconnaissance? Send in Harold, as the robot can get in quick and fast, not calling much attention to itself as it goes. Hell, the thing doesn't even make much noise. The most it makes is a slight whirring sound. Other than that, Warren is a decent shot. Not exactly Marksman quality, but he'll hit the target eight out of ten times. When it comes to other skills, don't prop a bomb in front of him and expect him to de-arm it. Warren and explosives don't go well together, and he's more likely to throw up if you bring in someone who's missing an arm and a leg and you ask him to fix them.

Anything technical or mechanical though, he can handle it. Locked door? He's got a lockpick, or at least he can improvise one. Broken computer? Just give him a few minutes to take a look over it.

The Division - Tragedy is Invisible

The hype train had a bit of a detour but we're back on track!

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

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