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At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
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11 yrs ago
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I wouldn't mind doing the Soldier RP, though would the war be an actual or fictional one?
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After giving it some thought, I think a soldier might not be a good character to RP, since it means I might not be interacting with other RP-ers and that sorta defeats the purpose of participating in an RP. I was thinking maybe I could play a Royal Guard sort of character, serving under a royal character played by someone else?
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Gowi said
Just do understand if you write a POV of "totally-not-a-pirate-at-all-honest" that so far my idea on cannons are very primitive (I know, you'd think in this amount of time they'd be at least early imperial age tech, but lol) to the equivalent of early feudal era. Though I might have the people from the arabic/african-esque continent have some grasp of the concept. Hard to decide since I don't even know if gunpowder has been invented/discovered yet. I do like the idea of people approaching stories in this field of adventure and such though so don't think I'm discouraging anyone. =DI'm trying to think how you'd intend to do a soldier's POV, so that's a curious idea given there are plenty of places for soldiers to be stationed. You see that stretch of land over the Sea of Echoes that Perhyr owns? It's held to be a sort of lookout for pagan raiders ("not-wildlings/freefolk/vikings"), there's no grandoise wall (great wall, etc.) but there are plenty of forts and small stretches of stone or palisade walls probably though.
Oh...I'll find a way. XD Maybe just go with a city guard or royal guard, but still a soldier nonetheless.
And about the gunpowder thing...I dunno, you could have gunpowder weapons be slow, inaccurate without expensive and custom machining and sometimes downright dangerous for the user.
Right. Edited my original CS post with the pilots' CSes.
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I'm interested in this. I'd like to play a common foot soldier, if that's possible.
Oh wait, do I have to post up the CS's for the helicopter crew I'll be playing?
Thanks! I'm not too sure about the propeller shaft bit, though, so I may have taken some artistic license with that. XD
"Understood," Mischief said with a nod and immediately dropped his rifle and loosened the straps holding the RPG-7 to his backpack with a few quick tugs. He brought the launcher up and checked the sights Seeing as how it was just a simple red dot sight, the chances of it being damaged were slim, but since Mischief relied on it to make sure the 93mm warhead struck it's intended target, he did not want to take any chances. Loaded with a single-stage HEAT warhead, it looked like the RPG-7 anyone would recognize from games and movies.
He waited until the AGMs made landfall before firing, using the loud explosions as cover. He did not want the naval personnel to even get a remote idea as to where Huscarl and he were going to be coming from. Mischief took aim at one of the trucks and pulled the trigger. The launcher swayed downwards slightly due to the sudden reduction in weight, but Mischief had compensated for that by aiming slightly higher than necessary. Without checking to make sure that his rocket had struck it's intended target, he lashed the launcher to his backpack, threw on the pack and followed the path Huscarl took to approach the facility.
Mischief gunned down two naval personnel as he approached Huscarl's position. At some level, Mischief felt bad about it. There was no sense of achievement whatsoever. At least with the other CSAT forces, they had body armour, proper rifles with proper sights and some semblance of combat personnel. These naval personnel just had their uniforms and combat training which essentially amounted to 'shoot the enemy, find cover and hope for the best'. It did not take long for Huscarl and Mischief to eliminate the enemy resistance on land and soon they found themselves standing on the metal skin of the submarine. From its looks, and from what Mischief knew about the Iranian navy, chances were that the submarine was an upgraded Soviet Kilo-class submarine. Archaic for 2033, but still no less effective when it came to wreaking havoc on unsuspecting ships.
"No!" Mischief said, a bit louder than he had intended, when he heard Huscarl suggesting that they sabotage the weapons or engine. The Kilo-class was a diesel-electric, but who knew what modifications the Iranians had made to it? "We do not know what kind of propulsion this submarine uses or what weapons it carries. If there is anything nuclear on board, we will be condemning all who rely on these waters to a slow death. I am sorry, sir, but I will not sabotage the engines or weapons until we are certain that doing so will not irradiate the Aegean." He said and took a deep breath. While he was no stranger to going against authority, Mischief had worked with Huscarl before and respected the man. However, there were still lines Mischief was unwilling to cross.
He took in another deep breath. They did not have time to argue. The submarine had to go and it had to go fast. "If we have to sink this, then my suggestion is we sabotage the ballast systems. A few well-placed explosives in the control room will destroy enough circuits to keep them open. We can rig the doors inside and blow them when we're on the surface. The submarine will sink itself." He said, then pointed to the tail end of the submarine. "You say you have five kilograms of explosives? That should be enough to weaken the propeller shaft so that it will snap once this hits the seabed."
He hoped that was enough to convince Huscarl, but in case it did not, Mischief was prepared to pull expertise. He was the demolition's expert here, and he was not going to tolerate anyone who saw it as just blowing things up without sense, rank be damned. "I will go down first," He said, primed a grenade and threw it down the hatch. Mischief went down the hatch a split second after the explosion, climbing quickly down the ladder and scanning the area with his rifle up and at the ready. Apart from the three dead bodies which were the result of the grenade, the area was clear. "Clear!" Mischief shouted.
He waited until the AGMs made landfall before firing, using the loud explosions as cover. He did not want the naval personnel to even get a remote idea as to where Huscarl and he were going to be coming from. Mischief took aim at one of the trucks and pulled the trigger. The launcher swayed downwards slightly due to the sudden reduction in weight, but Mischief had compensated for that by aiming slightly higher than necessary. Without checking to make sure that his rocket had struck it's intended target, he lashed the launcher to his backpack, threw on the pack and followed the path Huscarl took to approach the facility.
Mischief gunned down two naval personnel as he approached Huscarl's position. At some level, Mischief felt bad about it. There was no sense of achievement whatsoever. At least with the other CSAT forces, they had body armour, proper rifles with proper sights and some semblance of combat personnel. These naval personnel just had their uniforms and combat training which essentially amounted to 'shoot the enemy, find cover and hope for the best'. It did not take long for Huscarl and Mischief to eliminate the enemy resistance on land and soon they found themselves standing on the metal skin of the submarine. From its looks, and from what Mischief knew about the Iranian navy, chances were that the submarine was an upgraded Soviet Kilo-class submarine. Archaic for 2033, but still no less effective when it came to wreaking havoc on unsuspecting ships.
"No!" Mischief said, a bit louder than he had intended, when he heard Huscarl suggesting that they sabotage the weapons or engine. The Kilo-class was a diesel-electric, but who knew what modifications the Iranians had made to it? "We do not know what kind of propulsion this submarine uses or what weapons it carries. If there is anything nuclear on board, we will be condemning all who rely on these waters to a slow death. I am sorry, sir, but I will not sabotage the engines or weapons until we are certain that doing so will not irradiate the Aegean." He said and took a deep breath. While he was no stranger to going against authority, Mischief had worked with Huscarl before and respected the man. However, there were still lines Mischief was unwilling to cross.
He took in another deep breath. They did not have time to argue. The submarine had to go and it had to go fast. "If we have to sink this, then my suggestion is we sabotage the ballast systems. A few well-placed explosives in the control room will destroy enough circuits to keep them open. We can rig the doors inside and blow them when we're on the surface. The submarine will sink itself." He said, then pointed to the tail end of the submarine. "You say you have five kilograms of explosives? That should be enough to weaken the propeller shaft so that it will snap once this hits the seabed."
He hoped that was enough to convince Huscarl, but in case it did not, Mischief was prepared to pull expertise. He was the demolition's expert here, and he was not going to tolerate anyone who saw it as just blowing things up without sense, rank be damned. "I will go down first," He said, primed a grenade and threw it down the hatch. Mischief went down the hatch a split second after the explosion, climbing quickly down the ladder and scanning the area with his rifle up and at the ready. Apart from the three dead bodies which were the result of the grenade, the area was clear. "Clear!" Mischief shouted.
Just a heads up, I'll be enlisting on the 11th of September, so try to finish up any plotlines involving Mischief by then unless someone wants to help my RP Mischief while I'm gone.
The patrol moved slowly through the forest. Mischief scanned his sector, looking left and right with each step. For good measure, he checked the ground ahead of him and the branches overhead. If the CSAT forces were smart, they would have probably booby trapped the forest. Thankfully for the squad, the CSAT forces were either lazy or they had lacked the foresight to see the forest as a possible route for hostile infiltrators to enter the naval facility. Mischief almost felt disappointed, but then Huscarl's call of an enemy patrol gave Mischief an odd sense of relief. He would have hated to be sent out to the Aegean only to fight a second-rate army.
"Praetorian, two ahead," Mischief whispered, not taking his eyes off the hostiles he had spotted. "I will take right." He said and took aim with his rifle. He tracked his target for a second before firing a quick burst. His target took all three bullets to the chest and went down quick. Briefly scanning his sector, Mischief saw no other hostiles. With Praetorian making short work of his target, it appeared as if the CSAT patrol had been quietly eliminated. "Path is clear." Mischief reported over his radio. Not long after, Huscarl gave the order for the squad to split up.
Mischief fell in behind Huscarl while the rest of the squad moved off in another direction. While Mischief wasn't too happy with the idea of taking down a submarine with only Huscarl and him, he shelved any thoughts of speaking up and just hoped that Huscarl knew what he was doing. "I will know once we take a look at the facilities. If this place is just for resupply and rearming, then we can sabotage the propeller. The submarine will be dead in the water until they can tow it to a repair facility." Mischief said. "I do not have enough charges to open the hull, but if we have to, it is enough to cause enough damage to make it unseaworthy. Of course, if the facility is able to undertake repairs, then we will have to sabotage the submarine from the inside."
Moving up to another tree, Mischief took a knee right beside Huscarl. He looked down the sights of his rifle, using the magnifier to get a better look at the facility. He could see the submarine moored at the harbour and a collection of navy personnel around a few tents. It did not look as if the place was able to carry out any sort of repairs and it was purely a place to allow the crew to rest and stretch their legs. While naval personnel were, on average, less trained in ground combat than an army soldier, six of them against Huscarl and him were not exactly good odds. Mischief scanned the facility, looking for anything that they might use to gain an advantage. He found it in a series of parked trucks near the harbour.
"Look," Mischief said and pointed to the truck. "They must be using this place to rearm, or at the very least they are resupplying the submarine with something. I can hit that with an RPG from here. Even if the trucks are not carrying munitions, the explosion should distract the naval personnel long enough for us to slip in and eliminate them while they are confused."
"Praetorian, two ahead," Mischief whispered, not taking his eyes off the hostiles he had spotted. "I will take right." He said and took aim with his rifle. He tracked his target for a second before firing a quick burst. His target took all three bullets to the chest and went down quick. Briefly scanning his sector, Mischief saw no other hostiles. With Praetorian making short work of his target, it appeared as if the CSAT patrol had been quietly eliminated. "Path is clear." Mischief reported over his radio. Not long after, Huscarl gave the order for the squad to split up.
Mischief fell in behind Huscarl while the rest of the squad moved off in another direction. While Mischief wasn't too happy with the idea of taking down a submarine with only Huscarl and him, he shelved any thoughts of speaking up and just hoped that Huscarl knew what he was doing. "I will know once we take a look at the facilities. If this place is just for resupply and rearming, then we can sabotage the propeller. The submarine will be dead in the water until they can tow it to a repair facility." Mischief said. "I do not have enough charges to open the hull, but if we have to, it is enough to cause enough damage to make it unseaworthy. Of course, if the facility is able to undertake repairs, then we will have to sabotage the submarine from the inside."
Moving up to another tree, Mischief took a knee right beside Huscarl. He looked down the sights of his rifle, using the magnifier to get a better look at the facility. He could see the submarine moored at the harbour and a collection of navy personnel around a few tents. It did not look as if the place was able to carry out any sort of repairs and it was purely a place to allow the crew to rest and stretch their legs. While naval personnel were, on average, less trained in ground combat than an army soldier, six of them against Huscarl and him were not exactly good odds. Mischief scanned the facility, looking for anything that they might use to gain an advantage. He found it in a series of parked trucks near the harbour.
"Look," Mischief said and pointed to the truck. "They must be using this place to rearm, or at the very least they are resupplying the submarine with something. I can hit that with an RPG from here. Even if the trucks are not carrying munitions, the explosion should distract the naval personnel long enough for us to slip in and eliminate them while they are confused."
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