Starship Troopers.

[Cryo]

We want you to join the Mobile Infintry. The Aracnids have invaded our colonies and threatened out space. We need good recruits, recruits like Private Ace Genserd, and Leutenant Jonny Rico. Pilots like Leutenant Marsha wall, and Captain Carmen Ibanez.
"I'm doing my part"
"I'm doing my part!"
"I'm doing MY part too."
There doing their part. Are you? Join the Mobile Infintry today and Save the world!

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"Listen up you pack of Worthless Apes. My name is Leutenant Michael Wolff, your superior commanding officer for the next 2 years. I have only One rule. Everyone fights, Nobody quits. If you do I'll kill you myself! Do you get me?"
"Sir, we get you Sir!"
"Good. Now count off your rank, name, Id No. and Transferred Boot camp! And make it snappy! I for one am anctious to start killing some bugs!"




OOC; Everyone starts off as private, and the ID number is 8 digits long.

 

[poohlive]

Derek stood up straight. His back haunched at the leiutenant, who was giving his normal fight or die speech.
He wondered if that was true, if he stopped fighting for a few seconds to tie his shoe, would he get a bullet in his..
"... to start killing some bugs," he finished.
"Sir, Private Derek Sanders, transferred from Camp Currie, i d number is 5 0 1 6 9 7 3 2, Sir."
The leiutenant looked at him, "Camp Currie, thats one of the best. I expect the same from you."
Sir, yes Sir," Derek saluted, and the leiutenant saluted back. Derek relaxed, that was close, he wished he could stop daydreaming. Stupid bugs, why wouldn't they die.
Derek watched as they all went down the line saying their names, he wondered who would die, and who wouldn't.
You never could tell with bugs.

 

[funny_guy]

"Sir, Private Lucas Jacobson, sir. ID # 09836667."
"And where are you from, private?" he asked me.
"Fort Sumpter III, sir." I replied.

OOC: My name, you could probably already guess.
Height: 5'9" (Short guy)
Weight: 185 lbs.
Brown hair, clean shaven, green eyes, hard chin.
I've never seen the movie, but I have read the book.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Name: Sydney Davenport
ht: 5'7
wt: 150(athletic build)
specialities: kick boxing, and black belt in tae kown doe, ace fighter pilot


Her turn was coming soon. Derek, that little worm, had already gone. They had been the top two at Currie. He had always managed to get number one and he lorded it over her.

"Sir, Private Sydney Davenport, transferred from Camp Currie, i.d. number 19128008, Sir."

The lieutant looked at her just like her last commanding officer had. What the hell was a woman doing here? She planned to prove him wrong in his opinion.

"Another from Currie? I expect the same of you here. No slacking."

Syd hated the man in that instant. He thought that because she was what could be considered beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes that she couldn't do anything but primp and seduce men. She was number two at Currie. She had worked twice as hard as the rest to get and stay there. Her father had taught her a lot. He had been a general before he had retired. She used her mother's maiden name. She didn't want it known who her father was. People would say she got where she was by using daddy's name. But not her. She was going to make it to the top on her own. Currie had been her starting point. This was the next rung on the ladder.

[Edited by ShyGoddess on 08-09-2000 at 07:31 PM]

 

[Jonas]

Leutenant Wolf spotted a man lingering in the back of the room. The private was about 6' tall, broad at the shoulder, and seemed more hardened, older than the rest.
"You there, up front, on the bounce."
"Sir, Private Billy Louis, serial number 13458887. Reporting for reassignment, Sir!"
"You look a little long in the tooth for the MI private. When did you enlist?"
"Six years ago Sir!" The privates blue eyes stared past the LT's head. "I want to be a citizen Sir!"
"Louis, Louis..Oh yes, former platoon sargent Louis. You will find this outfit unforgiving Private. On slip up here and your out. This is your last chance. Do you understand."
"Yes Sir! Thankyou for the chance Sir!" Billy stepped back and glanced at his squadmates. They look younger all the time, he thought.

 

[Moneytalks]

Private Lucinda Malone... nicknamed Vixen
Height: 5'4"
Long dark hair, dark brown eyes, Asian, slender build
Age: 22
Martial arts specialist and sniper grade weapons handling.


Her voice is cool, impassive, almost quiet, but commanding and clear enough to be heard, she doesn't flinch at the barked out commands and insults that fly around. She salutes precisely...

"Private Lucinda Malone, transfered from Blackbrook Sector 4, I.D. number 77788800 Sir."

Her eyes stare straight ahead. She stands as always, at attention. Leutenant Michael Wolff's eyes narrow but he doesn't say anything, he looks to the next private in line.

 

[Gateleader]

Alex opened the door and walked in. A lieutenant was yelling at the soilders infront of him. She stood in the doorway and smiled.Oh this was going to be fun.
He looked up as she entered the room." Who the hell are you?"
Alex smiled and walked past him. Making sure she hit him." My name is Alex, Lt.Wolffie. My number is 93473520-12. I don't have a camp, but iI do have orders from Heaquarters to ride with you."
The Lt. seemed to pale."hat's right Lt." Alex said smiling, "I'm Intel."
Alex looked around at the other soilders they all stepped back from her. Well there goes the fan club, she thought.

 

[Morgoth]

The door opened once more." Dima Zelin, Sir, 94657864, Sir, transferred from Camp Lucida, Sir", he shouted." Camp Lucida? Isn't that nicknamed camp Darkness?" the lieutanant asked,"Sir, Yes, Sir", was the prompt reply,"Well, do you know why it is called camp Darkness, Private?" he was asked. "No, Sir, I don't Sir",. "It is called that because the drill seargents are more like murderers. I expect the best from you, understand?". "Sir, yes, sir!".

Stats:
Name: Dima Zelin
Country: United States
Description: Martial Arts Grand Master, powerful build, black eyes, black hair, owns a gun store and is one of the most respected Martial Arts teachers in the world. Has decided that it's time to take the next step, become a citzen!

 

[Roland Gilliad]

the Door opened again "Jim Raynor the 2nd? Son of THE Jim raynor of the Zerg Wars?? state your name and number."

"Sir!!! Jim Raynor the 2nd! Number 3 5 9 6 1 5 0 6 (My ICQ number ) Specialist in heavy weapons , Martial Arts and Explosives, My Nickname Is Heavy Arms SIR!"

File:
Name: Jim Raynor
Height: 6'6
weight: 310 Pounds
Nickname: Heavy Arms
Special Abilitys: Heavy Weapons and Mechanical Wepons systems, Martial Arts x-pert, Explosives Expert.
Is Highly Trained, Is funny and Friendly, but when in battle he is a Cold Cauculating Killer. was trained to not become too attached to someone in case they die. is the Son of Legendary War Hero Jim Raynor of the Zerg Wars.

Transferred from Special Operations Base (unknown Name and Location)

 

[Morgoth]

" Okay, now get your gear and report outside for your first combat training mission", the lieutenant shouted at them.

OOC: And why in the hell is everybody a Martial Arts expert?

 

[Roland Gilliad]

OOC: because thats the first thing they teach you.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Jim: i grab my Vulcan Custom and C-5 charges belt and my body armor and run outside

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Officially, they are supposed to give you guns, okay? Have you ever seen the movie? There are two teams, Red and Blue.

IC:"Drop the weaponry, Mister", shouted the lieutenant. He took his gus and c-4 and handed him a dinky little pistol. He issued the same thing to every Trooper.

 

[poohlive]

OOC: Morgoth, i remember when you yelled at everyone for manipulating your character. Try not to manipulate the Leiutenant, ok? Cryo is still the leader of this game, i think it is his choice what weapon we all kill bugs with.
And, I believe he is doing this from the book, not the movie, but don't take my word for it, ask him yourself.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Okay, soory, it's just I didn't think you were with us anymore. Roland, are you using book or movie? And try not to mix in too much Starcraft into this, okay?

 

[ShyGoddess]

OOC: Cryo, not Roland is the leader of the game. It's his call. And just as an FYI for everyone. Not everyone who wants to participate in this thread has seen the movie or read the book. I happen to be one of them.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

OOC: i saw the movie and read the book. and i thought by combat exercise i figured you ment Live fire Target stuff. and besides my char is used to using heavy weapons he should be armed with such because thats what he alwase uses.

 

[Gateleader]

Alex yawned as she walked outside.
"Hurry up. We'll get in trouble if you don't."
"Bite me, Private."she replied.
Alex watched the privates run past her. She was here to see if they were ready to fight. How did I get stuck in this hell hole, she thought. Help find a brain bug, did that. save the world, did that. Watch a bunch of pansies train, doing that.
Alex sat unhappily in the tower. The privates ran around below her. She closed her eyes and opened her mind. She could hear thier thoughts, feel thier hearts beat. hear thier.....
Oh that is just gross. Who thought that!

 

[Morgoth]

The exercise had begun. They were using fake ammo. Dima ran up and kicked the first blue team member in the chest. The impact sent Blue careening away.

 

[poohlive]

Derek headed for the right flank, knowing it was guarded. No problem, he had done these things by himself before.
He heard a shuffle beside him, Derek turned and aimed his gun.
"Relax Derek," Sydney said, coming up right beside him.
Derek lowered the gun, why was she always following him. Even before Camp Currie she was always at his heels. He dispised her, but for now she was a partner, and he needed her help.
"Over to that wall," he said, lowering his gun, "we can take out the red's from there."
Derek breathed in, held it, and ran for the wall, Sydney close behind.
He ducked just in time to miss the wail of red fire. Derek looked over, Sydney was all right. Good, he needed her.
She pointed up, then took in a circle, and pointed at Derek. He knew what that meant, Sydney had another one of her "ideas."
Derek went to the side of the wall, and gave her cover fire. Sydney, then jumped up, aiming directly at each one, and fired with great accuracy.
Derek stood up, admiring her handy work.
"Let's go get the flag," Derek said, smiling at her, she smiled back. They took a few steps across the flank, when a red jumped from behind a wall.
Derek flung himself in front of Sydney, taking the shot. He went down, as Sydney shot the red. Derek saw it was Lucas. Good shot, he thought to himself.
She looked at him, the way a little boy would look at in injured animal. Derek looked away from her.
"Go get the flag," he said, unable to move.
She paused, but then went for the flag. Derek wondered if she was following him all along, or maybe he was the one following her.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen jogged with the others onto the training ground. She hated these kind of excercises, she wasn't exactly the ideal team player. She watched the others, running, screaming, shooting, kicking around her as if in slow motion. She watched casually as one of the red team came running towards her gun aimed... she didn't even bother with the gun... spinning lightly on her feet she kicked the guy in the jaw. Hard. He crumpled to the ground. Vixen hoped someone would hurry up and grab a flag so that this could be over.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head lightly as if annoyed by a persistent fly. She realised it was something else. She looked up, and around. Doing a full 360 before she stopped and squinted looking up towards the tower where Alex sat. Intel, Vixen thought to herself. She didn't think anything else, it was just a mental note of a fact. Vixen rarely had emotive feelings about anything. Two red team members aimed their guns at her. She feel to her knees and fired, downing one. She rolled managing to avoid the other's fire. She sat behind cover, breathing slowly... she heard the crunch of footsteps distinctly. She kicked out, tripping up the second gunman. She stood over the fallen figure and didn't even blink as she fired her blank at his head. He groaned as the electrical charge momentarily paralyzed him. Vixen heard a victorious yell as someone collected a flag. Flicking her long pony tail over her shoulder, she holstered her gun and leaned against the cover she had just been using to see which hot-shot has "saved the day" this time.

 

[Cryo]

OOC I'm using a mix of the movie, Book, and TV show.

IC.

"Fall in you apes!" The simulation was abruptly ended. Everyone got up from where they were laying, crouching, or standing and ran to the front, in line, waiting to hear the news.
"Our orders have come in! First order of business, Corporal Raynor!" Jim raynor 2nd stepped fowared, though everyone was suprised to hear him called corporal. "Your promotion is effective as of 2300 hours yesterday!" pacing took him infront of raynor, where he whispered "congradulations son".
"Sir, Thank you Sir!" Raynor took his place back in line.
"Now, for the rest of you! Our first mission orders have been stated. There have been some sighting of Bug Activity on Earths Moon. We are to go and rectify that. Everyone of you will be issues an M-class Power suit. You will inspect it and test it yourself! if you find a problem, Fix it yourself! You've all been trained to do just that!. Corporal Raynor, you will also be operating the Missle class Marauder suit (think Goliath from Starcraft, but built to hold missles and grenades) Private Sanders, you will be operating the Weapons type Marauder suit. d(bullets, flame, limmited grenades) Private Malone! you will be issued a Javelin, and an E-E-K Sniper Rifle. The Javelins will be equiped with Mini nukes, so don't even think about using them unless ordered to. The rest of you will be issued an Rg Rifle. Now, suit up, and report to the shuttle gates at 1300 hours. Dismissed!"




OOC (for people that don't know, a javelin is a hand held portable missle launcher, that can hold up to 4 missles at a time, and can launch them all withing a period of one minute. The Rg Rifle is a rapid fire automatic weapon that when cocked shoots grenades as well. Each clip has 600 rounds and 5 grenades.)

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen allowed her lips to twitch in the semblance of a smile. Finally, real weapons. She heard them all cry out in union, "YES SIR!" Apon their dismissal. Her own quieter was voice drowned out.

Vixen found her bunk and suited up before going to collect her weapons. She took the Javelin, and an E-E-K Sniper Rifle to one of the tables and with quick efficiency began to dismantle them. She checked them thoroughly before putting them back together in record time.

"The Javelins will be equiped with Mini nukes, so don't even think about using them unless ordered to." She remembered Wolff's words. Now she smiled. It was a cold smile that didn't reach her eyes. She picked up the Mini nuke amunition. She loaded the maximum four, belted the others. She checked her digi-com, only one hour until 1300. Shouldering her rifle she picked up the javelin and held it under her other arm as she sauntered over to the shuttle gates early, leaning against some barrels, she awaited the rest of the team.

She pulled out a stick of gum and popped it in her mouth, it was an old world habit she'd read about, she ordered the stuff specially from an old man at space-port five. As she chewed thoughtfully she slipped on her shades. She'd use her early start to get a feel for the others. She liked to be aware of weaknesses... especially if her ass was on the line.

 

[Cryo]

"Aten...HUT" Vixen jumped off the barrel and into an erect position. She was suprised to see that the LT was there before her, and that she didn't see him. "Is that power suit checked and passed inspection?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Good. Now check it again! I wouldn't want a suprise malfunction hindering me when I'm under the teeth of a bug, do you?"
"No Sir"
"Well hop to it!" Lt. Wolff watched as Vixen extracted herself from her Power suit, then started going over a basic checklist. Seargent Eddy Flores then showed up and saluted "Ok Flores, go help Private Malone inspect her power suit." Eddie saluted and walked towared Vixen.
At that time, a page came in for Wolff. Going to the nearest Com. station, he patched in a connection to Hq. "THis is Leutenant Michael Wolff, Thema squad. What's the news Maam?"
"This is General Redwing. We have new intel on your mission. Intel believes that there is a Brain on the moon, controlling the bug forces. Thema, Alpha, and Tango squads will be dropped in sector r4-2, 3, and 6. Raszack's roughnecks will penetrate the surface and try to capture the brain. You and Samsun's Streetcat's will provide cover, and if nessesary, backup for the roughnecks. Do you understand so far?"
"Yes Maam."
"Good. the drop will be at Zero hundred hours tonight. Be ready. Redwing out!"
At that time, the immage switched to a younger brunette wearing a pilot's uniform. "Leutenant Wolff? This is Major Zander Barcalo. The roughnecks and streetcats are allready aboard and the boat is on it's way down to pick you guys up. ETA for pickup; 45 munites."
"We'll be here Major. Come and get us"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

OOC:Hey you notcied it was starcraft
Heavy Arms:Corpral, Dad musta put in a good word for me. Missle Class is my Specialty. i love the Big Arms Machines.
Everyone Seems To know my Dad, Of Course who dosent? the Zerg Wars we're the end of the UED and Terran Dominion. I remember seeing him every once n a while and asking him how big a hero he was, "i was the greatest son." i smiled when i remembered that and headed for the Carrier to check out my Suit. I had trained these things with the Boyz Down at Bragg. I remembered the Concept mettings and the Personal feel i got for the things, i would have to put my signature paint on it later, i walked to the Shuttle doors to see our Sniper there, i walked over and leaned next to her with my C-4 charges belt and Vulcan Custom. I smiled at her
"Got another Peice of gum?" i asked as i put on my mission Goggles. i got a good look at the area so i could prepare somthing for the troops, i had worked the moom with guys before, it was simple unless those damn bugs Gummed it up. Me n my Suit would see that they would think Twice before using the moon again. I smiled thinking i was gonna be the first of these Guys To Use the Missle Class. im the Superior officer to them now, better get to know them inside and out. and fast before one of em dies....