Smiter19

Seeking Friendly Partner to RP With

@Blue Demon Sounds good. I'll get one going when I get a minute ^.^ Are there any topics that are being overused or underused that you would like to do?

Seeking Friendly Partner to RP With

May I acquire a position on your list?

Thy Fearful Symmetry [Lovecraftian WW2 Battle of Britain RP]

@BingTheWing The Eagle Squadron was comprised of American Pilots in the RAF while America remained neutral. These few folk did however disobey the neutrality order as you were stating.

Thy Fearful Symmetry [Lovecraftian WW2 Battle of Britain RP]

@Dusty You could just be an American sent there for the fighting effort?

Star Citizen (Roleplaying Group) Organization, Corporation, PMC, Faith, Syndicate?

Hey, so I've had Star Citizen for a while, and thought it'd be cool to start a (O,C,PMC,F, or S) with others from here who also have the game as of right now or plan to. If there is something like this already out there from the site or whatever, could I get a link please ^.^

The Sun Doesn't Always Shine (Smiter19 x Deadly Phoenix)

"When you are the head engineer, you can make suggestions," Sergeant Belmont, "they won't do anything to that ship while we are on the ground. They are more interested in killing us, rather than destroying everything within five hundred yards of that ship. It's one thing blowing one up in the sky, it's another when you blow it up close to the ground."

The older man raised a bloody hand and yelled, "we surrender! We concede!"

"Cease fire," Sergeant Belmont yelled, "CEASE FIRE! All of you come out with your hands up!" The older man was assisted by his wife to stand while he held his shoulder. Terry, Babby, and Uncle Tim gathered with their family members, their hands in the air. Uncle Tim had a bullet wound on his stomach wrapped with some form of Corn Skin Bandage, and a second wound on his neck that was just a cut. Terry at some point must have gotten shot or perhaps helped in the patching up of Uncle Tim, cause there was blood all over his hands and face.

Sergeant Belmont rallied his troops and had Snippy and another search their captives. The other two went into the farmhouse while he kept Natasha with him. On the return of the two searching the house, one handed Sergeant Belmont a folder of papers.

"Whose Serenity and Gaz," Sergeant Belmont asked the older manas he read the paperwork.

"They are my daughters. Serenity is gone away to college and Gaz is just a wee lass," The old Man said.

"And where is she?"

"We have them run and hide if there is an attack," he tried to explain before getting cut off.

"Natasha, take these two and go find her," Sergeant Belmont said taking his pistol off his hip turning back to the old man, "Mr. Greskar, I don't like liars. You can either tell me where she is, or you will die when they find her."

"You... won't find her."

"We shall see..."

The Sun Doesn't Always Shine (Smiter19 x Deadly Phoenix)

"That's not what a raid is about," Sergeant Belmont said spotting an older man stepping out of cover, aiming up at Snippy, "that one there," he said pointing Parent Mörder at the man, "kill him before he takes out Snippy."

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Hours Earlier

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"Come on Terry," and older man said as he pressed his firm hand against the young mans shoulder, "early morning today. Think one of the cows got out again." Terry rubbed his eyes as he sat up. He was quiet but already was cursing the cows. Bastard things would never leave if they knew what was out there. He pulled his pants on and put his boots on, and already heard the Ole Truck starting up. He left the farmhouse glancing at his mother, shirt in his hand, then left shutting the door behind him.

He would have grabbed his rifle, if his father hadn't grabbed it for him, "here you are son," the old man said patting Terry's rifle that sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm capable of grabbing it myself," Terry growled already grumpy about the cows. Terry felt the rush of wind push against his face as he dozed off for a second. He jolted awake, blurry vision and temporary confusion, following the call of his father. He grabbed his rifle and jumped out of the truck spotting his father laying on a hillside. He got within crawling distance of his father and climbed the hill until he was at his side.

"Damn, Scav got her," the older man said with his rifle drawn, "get up here and take it out."

"You want me to do it," Terry said as he started to tremble, "I always miss."

"You can't get better unless you practice. Now shoot the damn Scav." Terry slid his rifle up and pointed it at the Scav. He lined his sights with it and aimed just below it's shoulder. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and opened them up again. There it was, still eating, his sights still right on target. He took another deep breath and squeezed his trigger. The loud pop surprised him and the Scav jerked up and attempted to run away before collapsing.

"Good shot Son," the older man said happily patting Terry on the back, "one day you'll be able to take on the wild by yourself. I'm getting old. I won't be able to hunt for the family for too much longer."

"You are the strongest man I know," Terry said standing up, "it's gonna take a lot more than a hunting trip to bring you down." After a quick meeting of their eyes, the father and son headed back to the old truck. Step got back in and proceeded to return back home. As they took the last and final curve, they saw an airship descending from the heavens.

"Look," Terry said pointing at the airship, "Military?"

"Pirates," the old man yelled, "no military vessel would land here. Only pirates are that bold. We need the Scav Popper ready to go, do you understand Terry."

"Yes, sir," Terry said as he started to twitch from fear. He had never met a real pirate before and if they were landing here, then there was a battle to be had. The truck screeched to a stop as Terry's mother tossed a clip of ammunition to Terry.

"I counted five get off," she cried out, "Uncle Tim and Babby are in the barn house. Serenity and Gaz are in the cellar."

The old man rushed over to his wife and together they knelt down behind an old grounded truck. Terry jumped into the back of the old truck and inspected a pole as the pirates started to fire upon them. He grabbed the old Scav Popper, which was a very outdated military mounted machine gun. He took the top of the ammo box off and installed the belt to the chamber.

"Father! It's ready!"

The old man nodded catching glimpse of a pirate climbing the hillside. He stood up and took careful aim. The pirate was a younger man, smaller frame, and didn't seem to run in a straight line. His movements were inconsistent, but if he aimed just right... he'd be able to hit him.

The Sun Doesn't Always Shine (Smiter19 x Deadly Phoenix)

"Alright, we'll be landing here in a few minutes," Sergeant Belmont said looking out the window watching the flares fire in small clumps. Three at a time, then four, then maybe two.

"Thirty seconds," Sergeant Belmont alerted grabbing the door, "all up, be prepared to become under fire. Move fast and get to cover," Sergeant Belmont said his voice a little shaky. The was a loud thud from the ramp outside hitting the ground. Sergeant Belmont pushed the doors open and was followed by two of his troops. The third standing directly right of Natasha fired his rifle at the defenders that resided still at their farmstead.

"Get off the fucking ship you cowards," Sergeant Belmont said, "Natasha stick with me." Snippy rushed past Natasha and took off up the closest hill getting behind proper cover to provide over watch. The first three hid behind whatever rocks or trees that were available still firing at the farmhands, keeping their heads down. The mounted machine guns laid bursts of fire from the deck of the airship ripping holes through the farmers houses and spraying dirt and rocks to all the walls.

The Sun Doesn't Always Shine (Smiter19 x Deadly Phoenix)

"Do you like to eat," Sergeant Belmont said turning to her, "there is a farm down there that supports the Alliance. We are simply going to drop by and borrow some of their grain reserves." He turned to Sky and whispered something to him. He nodded in response as he told the group to follow him. He lead them through their Scav Hold which then opened up to a cargo bay.

"Alright, we will be exiting here," Sergeant Belmont began, "we'll exit the airship following orders per Sky, and we will hit their stockholds. You three there. Your mission is to hit their stockpile, you know what to do. Natasha, you are with me, and Snippy over there will provide us with overwatch. Your rifles are very accurate, squeeze the trigger. Don't pull. If any of you hesitate, I won't hesitate to kill you. When one of you hesitates, we die." During Sergeant Belmonts speech, the airship roared to a start and started to work its way towards the farm. Like every raid, the farmers had anti-airship measures, which were pretty much flare guns. They'd blast them up into the air in hopes of hitting an opening.

"Any questions," Sergeant Belmont asked as he grabbed a rope steadying himself.

The Sun Doesn't Always Shine (Smiter19 x Deadly Phoenix)

"Which are you most proud of," Sergeant Belmont said as he inspected each rifle. He laid them across a table and nudged her towards them. He then turned and called out four other names of the newest deckhands that they had. The four of them rushed up, two of which were from the Axis of States, Labor Union.

"Alright," Belmont said as he grabbed one of Natasha's shoulders, "we are going on a raid. Natasha here has oh so graciously prepared our weapons for us. Once she chooses her own, she'll distribute them out to the rest of you." Belmont smacked his hand down on top of Parent Mörder and put it back in it's holster.