SpaceMan

The War That Ended All Wars [Applications Open]

So I've been thinking: Expeditionary Forces
There would be lots of forces far from home, be it colonial troops, expeditionary divisions or paratroopers. I'm thinking of a faction that serves as a small group of descendants from the very angry and isolated remnants of these soldiers. They'd be primarily concentrated around different parts of the Siegfried line and generally be a nuisance for everyone involved, attacking anyone they can for supplies and even raiding towns that survived for food.

Primarily it's American and British Empire troops/equipment, though it is a hodgepodge of just about anyone who was stranded post-war.

Though I don't imagine these guys are the majority of troops (especially if your from the British Isles, since, y'know, you can just walk to Northern France and take a boat) but more so extremist offshoots who stuck around blinded by their rage and wanted to raid some people and blow things up. It isn't like they have hundreds upon hundreds of tanks at their disposal or act as a actual nation- think more so bandits, very organized and pissed off bandits who all scream in various accents and some different languages, through primarily English.

Visual Ideas for Equipment

The top sketch is USA, the second one British Empire. Took some liberties with the setting adding in balaclavas, rebreathers and ski-goggles.

Mass Effect: The B Team

I'm here! Getting back into the swing of things with work and such.

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

Come on boys don't stop posting. We need a Casual WH40K RP thread to compete with Jbcool and his 600 WH40K Advanced RP threads! JOKING, but no seriously Casual WH40K is a drought and we need to fix it

I'm working on a purple-eyed to help buff the ranks, if you don't mind a Cadian bossing some NPCs around and being a nuisance with his need for more lasguns to protect the train. I just need to sketch up his face and make the sheet and I'll be good to go.

Mass Effect: The B Team

Loud shouting could be heard in the barracks with Nalryn yelling at someone who had replied with honesty, that someone stating that the ship was to leave within the hour and that there was no way to file papers for transfer at the moment even if they could, much to his misfortune Nalryn decided that he was factually incorrect with full confidence (and anger) shouting back that "This is a screwed up joke" and that she "Will never cooperate with any System's Alliance personnel, even if the Reapers invaded at this very moment." which sounded racially motivated, given she was shouting at a human.

A calm and experienced individual who wore a military uniform and by the looks of it, had experienced quite some time in the military assured her that all will be figured out within the following hours, and that her emotional outburst was unneeded and childish, that she should calm down, and then him and the yelled-at fellow both walked away, likely off to professional and important business. Meanwhile, Nalryn loudly groaned and- in both a cartoonish but violent manner -slammed her head into a nearby metal wall. A 'thunk' could be heard as her face plates impacted the wall, before her head receded from the place of impact and covered in shadow, which was slowly removed from the lights above.

She seemed unharmed! And calmer, eyes closed and soon pausing in her movement, standing up straight and loudly breathing in, before slowly breathing out. She did this a couple of times before opening her eyes again, hunched over and arms hanging low, seeming both exhausted and defeated. "Why do I even bother..." She sighed, walking until her legs brought her to a window showing the SSV Minotaur and staring at it with enough sadness to make a Elcor frown! Nothing could change her fate in the slightest, which made her even sadder.

Mass Effect: The B Team

We'll all get out of this alive toootally fine.
Totally. No panicking here, no sir!

Mass Effect: The B Team

Transferring from a Turian colony to the Citadel was a trip filled with baffling directions, depressed refugees, curious sights and sounds, a variety of odd encounters and watchful C-Sec, but the conclusion to this whole trek couldn't even match up to the feelings that Nalryn felt before.

Mass confusion was all that was left of her feelings, with furrowed brows and looking down at her datapad again while the hustle and bustle of the barracks filled the atmosphere. Her eyes curiously scanned the datapad's information again while strangers walked past her, some in a hurry and others relaxed, the noise of which drowned out by her focus and thought, concentrating on the information. The confusion kept rising up in her to the point of wanting to ask anyone the simple question of;

Why in the spirits is she the cook?

Even the frigate's unique SSV Normandy-like shape didn't stand out to her, the impact of such a elegantly built vessel being removed as she kept looking at the datapad. Her eyes would've remained locked to the orange glow of her device if not for a unfortunate shoulder bump into another crew member, whom which she turned on her heels in a quick act of reflex, getting ready to bark at them much like how a drill sergeant would shout at incompetent recruits- but they simply kept walking. Her confusion now was replaced by a gradual rise of anger and frustration, to which to she quickly submitted to, taking off her bag, unzipping it, shoving in the datapad and then zipping it back up so swiftly and filled with anger that the zipper itself could've been pulled off.

Well, if someone had made a severe mistake in placing her on the roster as some sort of food-managing meal-making coward, she would fix that faster then the thrust of FTL travel itself! Nalryn thought to herself while hastily stomping off with much purpose and rage, hoping to find SOMEONE who could explain this entire mishap, all while the anger stayed with such conviction it was as if she was about to emit steam out of sheer rage. Who would have to deal with her next? Whoever had the misfortune of falling into her line of sight.

Mass Effect: The B Team

Oh woops and thats what I get for now remembering things correctly. Meant the M-3 Predator, I'll edit it now, also we could start on the Citadel, give something to post about while we wait.
And I do hope more people join, we need a good Mass Effect thread going!

Mass Effect: The B Team

Character Sheet:

Name: Nalryn Algra

Age: 20

Species: Turian

Gender: Female

Class: Engineer

Image Reference:

Sketch

Hastily done sketched up idea of her

Bio/Backstory: Boot camp was the standard for Turian life, 15th birthday and off you go to basic. Nalyrn's life was no different, having grown up on Palaven and was a fervent patriot to the Turian Hierarchy, desperately trying to prove herself to be put with the best unit as possible, to be adequately used to further the causes of her people, to handle the stress and pressure of combat while being able to think and plan, forming solutions on the fly....

Aaand she was a complete failure, an over-emotional, ignorant, easily angered and dreadfully shameful failure. And as such, assigned furthest from any frontline, skirmish, or dangerous area of space as possible.

All that physical effort and thinking however dropped her right into the position of being a combat engineer! Heavy emphasis on combat, command didn't need her near any areas of contention, maybe construct a field base if the situation demanded. But shooting? Never. Nalyrn grew bitter as the years went on and her teen years of service were spent learning better ways to shovel foxholes and set up sandbags and makeshift cover, all while groaning in boredom. She had reached the age of twenty, the reaper invasion was swiftly confirmed and the fear settled in, she had found herself wanting, desperate to fight, desperate to find a enemy and shoot them up in a blaze of bloodlust-driven glory! Despite the fact war was far from such, but inexperience keeps her ignorant.

However, suddenly, work had been filed and the orders came through- she had been selected to join a vessel as one of the crew, to be enlisted in the help against the Reapers on missions specifically meant to really, seemingly, effect something in the galaxy. With all her pride and confidence, she packed her stuff with her and went on her way to join this frigate's recently added and haphazard crew.

But something seemed wrong, this wasn't a turian vessel nor any normal crew. Needing answers, she checked the information again, then the dread and realization had settled in. She was to be the ship's cook. Mess sergeant, chef, what have you, preparing the providing food, this hectic mess of a war had screwed up all the paperwork, right? How could all that effort assign her even farther from her dream of combat? Well, hopefully the complete lack of cooking experience wont cause any poisoning, or worse.

Original 'Position': Combat Engineer

New 'Position': Cook

Equipment: M-3 Predator

Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.)

Mass Effect: The B Team

Hopefully sitting around and building stuff all day doesn't count as a little experience, right? Well if so I'll change her, sorry if the character is too military. Wanted to keep her with a very generic turian military lifestyle but find a way to keep her inexperienced with weapons, combat and all that. And a good way to have prideful hothead who talks shit and gets aggressive thinking they deserve more, because every misfit team needs one.
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Character Sheet:

Name: Nalryn Algra

Age: 20

Species: Turian

Class: Engineer

Image Reference:

Sketch

Hastily done sketched up idea of her

Bio/Backstory: Boot camp was the standard for Turian life, 15th birthday and off you go to basic. Nalyrn's life was no different, having grown up on Palaven and was a fervent patriot to the Turian Hierarchy, desperately trying to prove herself to be put with the best unit as possible, to be adequately used to further the causes of her people, to handle the stress and pressure of combat while being able to think and plan, forming solutions on the fly....

Aaand she was a complete failure, an over-emotional, ignorant, easily angered and dreadfully shameful failure. And as such, assigned furthest from any frontline, skirmish, or dangerous area of space as possible.

All that physical effort and thinking however dropped her right into the position of being a combat engineer! Heavy emphasis on combat, command didn't need her near any areas of contention, maybe construct a field base if the situation demanded. But shooting? Never. Nalyrn grew bitter as the years went on and her teen years of service were spent learning better ways to shovel foxholes and set up sandbags and makeshift cover, all while groaning in boredom. She had reached the age of twenty, the reaper invasion was swiftly confirmed and the fear settled in, she had found herself wanting, desperate to fight, desperate to find a enemy and shoot them up in a blaze of bloodlust-driven glory! Despite the fact war was far from such, but inexperience keeps her ignorant.

However, suddenly, work had been filed and the orders came through- she had been selected to join a vessel as one of the crew, to be enlisted in the help against the Reapers on missions specifically meant to really, seemingly, effect something in the galaxy. With all her pride and confidence, she packed her stuff with her and went on her way to join this frigate's recently added and haphazard crew.

But something seemed wrong, this wasn't a turian vessel nor any normal crew. Needing answers, she checked the information again, then the dread and realization had settled in. She was to be the ship's cook. Mess sergeant, chef, what have you, preparing the providing food, this hectic mess of a war had screwed up all the paperwork, right? How could all that effort assign her even farther from her dream of combat? Well, hopefully the complete lack of cooking experience wont cause any poisoning, or worse.

Original 'Position': Combat Engineer

New 'Position': Cook

Equipment: M-8 Predator

Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.)

Mass Effect: The B Team

Consider me interested as well! Always nice to have something Mass Effect related, especially during the Reaper War and all it's apocalyptic finality.