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"3 days ago we recieved a distress signal from prison station in the deep red sector. All it consisted off was heavy breathing and one inhumane scream. shortly after we recieved word from an transport ship that the prison was in a class 5 heavy lockdown.!" this began a series of murmurings in the briefing room. "we have had no further communications as to the source of. Part of standard procedure central command sent out a recon team that arrived yesterday. After bypassing the lockout the ship docked. The blast doors sealed behind them and no further intel was recieved." the general let out a long hard sigh "Central command has ordered us to send out a standard black ops assault team. Lieutenant Scar you will be head of this squad. Your orders are simple infiltrate the prison facility and locate the source of the distress and rescue the recon squad. Collect twenty soldier's and mobilize effective immediately. Dismissed!"

Lt. Scar left the briefing room in a hurry as he thought. He considered the mission with disdain a class 5 lock out was the most severe level of lockout meaning something had gone terribly wrong he assembled his squad and suited up in the Blackops Battle armour. They boarded the transport ship and set off for the Red sector...


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Character Record

Name:
Age:
Gender:

Apearance: (not counting the battle armour)
Weapon(s):
Position: (see list below)

History:
Other:

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My Character Record

Name: Lt. Scar
Age: 32
Gender: male

Apearance: he stands 6ft tall and has short spikey hair. he has blue eyes and is well mussled. his hair is jet black and he always wears a headset uder the armoured helmet.
Weapon(s): Plasma Rifle, Plasma Pistol, Laser Blade 12" long blade
Position: Squad Leader

History: he joined the black ops squad when he showed great bravery and courage on the battlefied and great leadership skills and was hastely promoted to lieutenant in an active battle group.
Other: he is reclusive but will make sure his orders are clear and understood.

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Positions:

Squad leader X1 (Taken)
Sniper X2 (Taken)
GunnerX2 (open)
TechnicianX1(reserved)
Assault X2 (open)
Scout X1 (Taken)

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Battle armour Description:

The mark-XII battle Armour is a series of interlocked laserproof steel plates that cover the entire body from neck to toe. it has sensors allowing the wearer to move the same as normal. it has built in heaters and life support keeping the body at livable temperatures and environment. The suit also has a pair of highly magnetic armored boots. allowing the wearer to keep walking when the gravity is a zero.the helmet is made of one sheet of laser proof metal with an orange visor allowing sight. the visor has a built in computerized HUD...

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Character list:

Name/Gender/Position/User

Lt. Scar/M/Squad leader/II SH4DOW II
Major Blackwell/F/Sniper/Opheliae
Captain McHale/F/Sniper/Alice.Larson
Shilroy Grey/F/Technician/Edelle
Connor/M/Scout/Owl607
Aden/M/Assault/Aden-Chan

Name: Sergeant Major Roxanne "Roxi" Blackwell
Age: 26
Gender: Female

Apearance:

Stands 5"7 and weighs 130 lbs. Her hair is brown, cropped all one length just below her chin, and blunt bangs (all one length) across her forehead. Her eyes are grey. Her skin is olive.

Weapon(s): Plasma Pistol, Sniper Rifle
Position: Sniper

History: Was selected for the Black Ops after showing exceptional skill with a sniper in her division.
Other: Straightforward and direct about nearly everything, which is good, considering she is a woman of few words.

((Accepted lets roleplay...!))

Lt. Scar felt the dizzy rush as the ship hit hyper speed. He had always hated the jump into and out of hyperspace. he looked round and saw that his team faired no better all suffering from the same symptoms. he stood up still a little shaky and announced "alright we are about to undertake a mission we know little about against a yet unknown threat. we have no idea what to expect all we know is that a level 5 lock down is in place meaning all humans are dead. we are also aware that the samethreat has taken out a fully armed recon team. Do we have any questions?" he asked knowing that he was not going to get a response...

Name: Captain Jessica McHale
Age: 28
Gender: female

Apearance:
Weapon(s): Falcon 12.7 mm Sniper Rifle (http://www.zvi.cz/files/Image/Falkon/Falcon_den.gif)
V22 Military Version .22LR Calibre Austomatic Rifle(http://www.southern-gun.co.uk/user/imag ... -3-WEB.gif)
Air Soft Walther P22 Pistol (http://di1.shopping.com/images1/pi/e8/8 ... Pistol.jpg)
15 inch Black 440 Steel Survival Hunting Knife (http://www.apexresourcegroup.com/images ... unterd.jpg)
Position: Gunner/Sniper

History: Jess only joined the military because it was the only life she'd ever known. Her father was a well respected Colonel until he was killed in the line of duty five years prior by friendly-fire. Never knowing her mother or whether she had any other siblings, Jess was a daddy's girl by default. She now has a passion for combat and a sense of duty to commanding officers
Other: Jessica is very loyal however she sometimes acts according to what she thinks is best. She despises trigger happy soldiers, and unfortunately has a hesitation problem when shooting.

Roxi sat towards the back, running her hands over her sniper rifle as a way to cope with the hyper speed. She pursed her lips as the speed hit her. She felt nauseous, but held it in, as she watched and listened to Lt. Scar give the rundown on their mission. A level 5 lockdown was severe, but the Sergeant Major wouldn't let the fear get to her.

((accepted))

The lieutenant sat down and re buckled his safty harness. he heard the hum of the engines decrease and called out "Prepare for rapid decceleration! it gonna get rough!" as if on cue the dizzyness and nausea spilled over the craft. Decceleration was always the worst. Some soldiers began to throw up due to the strain put onto the boddily systems. "Soldiers Helmets On now!" he slapped his helmet on his head and could not see anything momentarily until the helmets computer activating engaging the sight capabilities...

Desperately squeezing her eyes shut to keep her composure, Roxi shakily snapped on her helmet. Hyper speed was bad, deceleration was terrible; and this was only the beginning of the mission. Roxi waited for her helmet's computer to kick in.

Jess' mouth grew into a bright smile and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her. This was always her favorite part. Your stomach hits your throat like a waterballoon on a brick wall, your limbs go numb as your bloodflow stops for a moment, even your heart seems to skip beats like a broken record. It was exhilerating.

She slammed the visor of her helmet down so her eyes wouldn't pop out of her head. Her hand gripped her automatic rifle as her safety line. This was likely to be her last mission. The odds weren't in their favor. But mobidly, she was ok with that.

the decceleration slowed to a stop and they were cruising along at a steady speed. over the intercomm came the voice of the pilot "Prison facility 525 is in sight. we are overiding door lock now. blast bay doors are now opening." there was a dull thud. the pilot came on again "We are landed opening cargo doors." a loud humming began and two side doors slid open. Lt. scar stepped out first and surveyed the area. over the built in intercomm he said "i see the recon ship Blackwell, McHale on my six over!". he began walking over his metal boots making echoing thunks...

((I wish to reserve Technician, I'll edit my character into this post in a few minutes.))

Name: Shiloh Grey
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance:

She is 5'5"
Weapon(s): Hightech Nunchaku, a plasma pistol and a collapsible hover scooter
Position: Technician

History: Shiloh is the daughter of a major corporate leader who owns a large company who manufactures all sorts of gadgets, robots, and even weaponry. Because of this, she was raised around machines, and began inventing new things when she was 6. She was accepted into a technical academy, and became known as a child prodigy. She also became skilled in martial arts. Her parents were killed when she was 10, and she has since lived in the city on her own. When she is 18 she will inherit her father's company.
Other: She is a bit of a tomboy, and although she is an aristocrat she can take care of herself. She suspects her parents were assassinated. She can fix almost anything and is a skilled hacker.

((gtg, be back on soon))

the lieutenant had second thoughts and said "McHale organise the unloading of the cargo Blackwell with me!" with that he resumed his walking to wards the abandoned ship rifle infront of him...

(( i am back))

As the lieutenant reached the ship he opened the cargo door. as soon as the exterior latch clicked all the power cut out in the hangar covering the place in darkness. An inhumane scream echoed down the hall. "TORCHES AND NIGHTSIGHT ON NOW!" he yelled full force down the mic. his torch on his rifle exploded to life and his helmets HUD turned a sickly green colour signifying nightsight was engaged. his torch beam swept round the room and focussed on the corridor the scream had echoed from and all that was heard was the stommping of large feet...

Jess wasn't happy about being put on cargo duty. She was more of an action type of girl, not an 'unload the ship' type of girl. She didn't voice this opinion however, "copy," she said into her communication mouth piece. She was quick out of her seat and moved toward the back of the ship where they kept their recon devices and docking lights. She had just began to lower them when the Lieutenants’ voice came back on, "torches and night sight, now!.

Jess flipped the switch to the crane that was lowering the crates so it came to a halt. She pressed a button on the side of her helmet and her visor turned green. Jess grabbed the pole that was lowering the cargo, and slid down the ground inside the base. She jumped the last five feet and landed in the crouched positions.

Using an extra lens over her right eye, she zoomed in on the end of the hallway that was illuminated by the night vision. "Lieutenant, we got movement on the right," she said in a low voice. Quietly she removed her Falcon 12.7 sniper rifle and crouched near the wall for a better view. "Can't tell what it is," she stated calmly. "Want me to check it out?"

Temporarily blinded as she stood from her seat, Roxi's helmet kicked on just in time. Stats and scans of her environment lit up the screen as she followed the Lieutenant towards the cargo door. At his command, she flipped on night vision. With her sniper rifle out and still in-hand, Roxi carefully leaned against the wall.

((Sorry 4got my logins 4 a while ))


Lieutenant Scar dove for cover behind a steel supply container. He lifted his rifle to his shoulder and engaged the the electronic scope and rested the gun on the container. the stomping grew louder then a huge messed up deranged creature covered in spikes burst forth from the dark hall. sparks flew from where the spikes scraped the steel hangar floor. "ENGAGE!" Bellowed the lieutenant as the plasma began spraying from the muzzle of his gun. The Creature kept on running full speed at the Soldiers various positions. Scar ripped out a grenade and hurled it at the creatures feet. there was a large explosion. Smoke poured everywhere from the explosion. Scar turned away thinking the creature dead when it exploded out of the smoke and landed in front of him. "Oh Shit!" he bellowed and began letting the plasma fly...

Name: Connor
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Apperance: His hair is light blonde and is normally gelled from morning till dusk, his eyes are as light blue as a tropical sea on a sunny day, he is six foot high and has pale skin.

Weapon(s): A fully automatic plasma rifle with attachable silencer, two six inch knifes and a plasma pistol with an attatchable silencer.

Position: Scout

History: Connor joined the black ops training core at the age of 20, his remarkable skills of moving un-detected and assassination kills fired him right through his training, he was going to be sent on an invasion to a small planet but was then withdrawn and was then places in the operation

Other: He has an irish heratige so he speaks with an irish accent

Character record sheet:

Name:Aden
Age:30
Gender:male

Apearance: A tall man (6") built like a wight lifter blond hair icy blue eyes. (not counting the battle Armour)
Weapon(s):plasma pistol and a plasma rifle
Position: Assault

History:He worked in a weapons plant and loves guns and fire.
Other:just a tad unstable. can make impromptu weapons.

((Aden accepted but change weapons to energy based not gunpowder based))
((orrin accepted))

Scar Dove to the side as the beastly menace charged. It narrowly missed him but sprayed him with sparks from the spikes. "This Fucking thing aint dieing! Fall back to the ship and get on the mounted turrets!" Scar bellowed down the headset. he made asprint for the ship...

Name: Orrin Yukito
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Appearance: Average height and weight with a lean and wiry body, wear's a bandanna over his Black hair with white highlights and snow-white eye's
Weapon(s): Hellfire revolver, Gemini 14 (Laser battle rifle), Dragons Breath(plasma shotgun), Plasma Knife(Customized with carbon-iron blade about 13'' inches)
Position: (see list below) Assault

History: Orrin used to be a merc until he got recruited into the team, He doesn't like to go to much into his history
Other: Orrin is an avid medievil fan, and thus he's had prior experiance for close range combat

Aden made a back pedal to the ship shooting at the beat as he fell back to the heavier guns. "HA! Lets have some FUN!"
(gtg. be back later)