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Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby HorusTheHeretic on Mon Jul 30, 2007 1:11 pm

A barren wasteland, cratered, choked with the dust and ashes of a thousand incinerated corpses, rolls out before you. Your eyes dart around, wary of that bullet you don't see, and you have a death grip on the control stick, finger on the trigger. The land is empty in all directions, dead. Your fingers relax on the controls, content that you are alone, and you push the throttle up to full and begin plodding back to base.

The rocket hits the back of your Minotaur mech.

The shot finishes off what the earlier battle started. Your walker's engine goes critical as the cockpit hits the dirt, shattered glass eviscerating your face. All you can feel is pain, but sweet release soon comes. You and your mech dissapear in a bright flash of nuclear light.

The enemy pilot up on the mesa smiles, happy in his victory. His Jaguar quickly turns about and jumps off the cliff, engages its jets, and gently glides
down. He pushes the throttle to full and races back to base to give the good news. The Collective has won the Battle of The Plains Of Wrath.

This is the grim reality of the far future, a dark time where steel behemoths stride to war, crushing all in their path, where humanity lives in terror, fear of the apocalyptic war that has now ravaged our once beautiful homeworld. Earth's population has been decimated by the use of nuclear weapons and the total war that ensued, leaving little more than one billion people to fight for the scraps, like starving dogs. Many believe in a Promised Land and this gives yet another reason for the war to continue. Two factions wage their battle for the few remaining inhabitable places on the planet. The Collective and The Sector. Good and Evil do not exist in this time, there are only those who do survive and those who don't.

You are one of the fighters of this war, a mech pilot or one of the many support crew that maintains these mighty machines of war. Welcome to Hell, soldier. Suit up.
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Collective Mechs
Hammer (Heavy, 145 Tons) - Assault, Close-Range
Hellion (Medium, 78 Tons) - Close Range
Jaguar (Light, 24 Tons) - Fire Support, Scouting
Cerberus (Medium, 83 Tons) - Mid-Range, Defense
Fenris (Light, 36 Tons) - Long Range Support, Scouting
Nidhogg (Heavy, 132 Tons) - Long-Range
Wolverine (Light, 47 Tons) - Close Range Support, Scouting

Sector Mechs
Berserker (Medium) - Close Range
Hoplite (Heavy, 150 Tons) - Defense, Long-Range
Scout (Light, 15 Tons) - Scouting, Fire Support
Toxotes (Medium, 68 Tons) - Long-Range
Cavalier (Heavy, 134 Tons) - Close-Range, Assault
Shinobi (Light, 48 Tons) - Long, Mid, Close Range, Assault
Minotaur (Medium, 80 Tons) - Close, Mid-Range, Assault

Heavy: 100-150 Tons, Average Top Speed: 45 Mph
Medium: 50-99 Tons, Average Top Speed: 75 Mph
Light: 10-49 Tons, Average Top Speed: 100 Mph

Note: Assault means they carry one or more melee weapons.

Weaponry (Each side has its own name for them, but don't worry about that. 8) )
Machine Guns
Gatling Guns
Gauss Rifles
Pulse Lasers
Long-Range Missiles
Short-Range Missiles
Melee Weapons
Ballistic Cannons
EMPs
Bombs
Flame-Throwers

Equipment
Anti-Missile Systems
Extra Heat Sinks
Extra Armor (Adds two tons)
Upgraded Engines (Adds half a ton)
Upgraded Coolant System
Jump Jets (Adds a ton)
Upgraded Targeting Systems

If you have ideas for more mechs, weapons, equipment, etc. PM me. Also, I know this is a rip off of BattleTech (MechWarrior), but I wanted to have mechs in my own story.
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Rules
Same as other RPs (No Godmodding, powerplaying, etc.)
First person to pilot a mech gets to decide its appearance (Try to stay true to its weight and its name if possible. Think about why it was named what it was.)
Heavier the mech, the slower it is.
No more than six legs (The mechanics have a hard time calibrating more than six legs to work together.)
Fire your weapons too much too soon, and you heat up.
You can strip your mech down to just a chassis, an engine, a pair of legs, and weapons if you so desire. Removing things frees up room for other things, like more weapons.
Larger and heavier the mech, the more stuff it can carry.
You may name your individual mech and paint it however you like.
If you want to be something other than a mech pilot or support crew, you have to ask me via PM.
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To join, just fill out this profile, PM it to me, and I'll add it below.

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Affiliation:
Appearance:
Personality:
Mech Model:
Mech Name (Optional):
Mech Color:
Biography:
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Character Profiles

Username: HorusTheHeretic
Name: Nikolai Gregovitch
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Affiliation (Sector Or Collective): Sector
Appearance: Nikolai is only thirty-one, but his face is lined with the turmoil of a war that began far before his birth and that he likely won't live to see the end of. His hair is greying early, and he rarely shaves, leaving a thick, scruffy beard. His body is scarred, but as fit as a triathlete in his prime. He has cloudy grey eyes, that make him look even more dead inside than he already does. He rarely smiles, and why should he? What is there to smile about in these times?
Personality: He seems dead inside, and he has ever since his parents and two of his brothers were killed. He is very quiet and often stares into space for long periods of time, dwelling on the horrors he has seen in his life. He is fixated on defending others from the life he has led, and pilots the most defensive mech of all, the Hoplite. He will not harm non-combatants, but is ruthless against the Collective, who he will not back down from a fight against, even when outnumbered and outgunned. He won't say anything, he will just fire away silently until his enemies are dead.
Mech Model: Hoplite
Mech Name (Optional): Leonidas
Mech Color: Silver and Red
Biography: Nikolai was born in what was once Russia, near the Ukrainian border, fifty-seven years after the war began. He was born the youngest of five boys, and by the time Nikolai turned ten, all four of his brothers were piloting Mechs, just like his father. At the age of fifteen, while being taught how to pilot one by his father, they stumbled upon a Collective mech, which Nikolai promptly destroyed. He soon became the second best pilot in the family, second only to his father. When he was twenty-two, as part of their March To the East, the Collective attacked and destroyed his homecity, killing his father, mother, and two of his brothers. The other two survive to this day, and fought with him at the Battle Of Moscow, where the Collective advance was halted and turned back, a stunning victory for the Sector. Now, nearly ten years later, he has been redeployed from Asia to what was once Uzbekistan, to defend the massive vein of uranium recently discovered there. He pilots a Hoplite mech, a highly defensive machine, but still uses it to deadly offensive effect.

Username:Serpaara-
Name: Anubi Sacion
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Affiliation: Sector
Appearance: He is a rather slim, yet muscular man. He stands around 6'3" and weighs only 160 pounds. He has black hair that is short and spikey with deep blue eye's that stand out. He keeps a clean face except the burn scar in the shape of a V over his face. His skin is clean, he carries little fat, but hard muscle. He wears a black shirt, tucked into black cargo pants which tuck into combat boots. He wears a black buckle with a bronze buckle. Over his hear, he will usually wear an old Marine Corp cover from the 1990's.
Personality: He is a rather mellow person. He doesn't talk to anyone, but has grown fond of fighting, so he does it for fun and no longer a sport. He like's to take things slow, being patient and perfect things, which is why he was chosen to be a long-range mech user. Occasionally, he will flip out, but that is rare.
Mech Model: Toxotes
Mech Name (Optional): Dark Zero
Mech Color: Jet black and Dark purple
Biography: He was raised in Cairo, Egypt. Working since the age of six to become a Martial Artist. He had mastered Muai-Tai, Tae-Kwon-Do, Karate, and Tanbo Weaponry by the age of 11. He grew up in a rather poor family, having to steal from random shops for food at times, but he had a great friend who's family would pay for the food or whatever he stole if they got caught. On his thirteenth birthday, the two had strayed from the party, out to meet some other aquaintances, who wanted to hang out, or so they said. It turned out to be a fatal meeting. Anubi had been held down with a pistol to his forehead, and his friend had already fought the other two. Anubi was rather scared to fight, he had the training, just afraid. His friend knew this and went to go tackle the other off of Anubi, and as he did, the kid pinning Anubi down had swung his arm out, the gun trigger being pulled had blown into the mouth of Anubi's friend, piercing through, killing him. From that day on, Anubi was out to find this kid...Years passed, he had grown taller and had been messing around with his dad's sniper rifle. He decided to go out to the desert and train a bit, progressivly growing in talent. When he turned the age of eighteen, he had joined the military and thus' ended himself out here in the war.

Username:HeavenSmile
Name:Abraham Price
Gender:Male
Age:17
Affiliation:Sector
Appearance: Abraham stands at about five feet, eight inches in height, with fair skin, and thick, uncontrollable read hair that always seems to be going in every direction at once. His usual attire is a pair of goggles which remain the dividing line between forehead and scalp unless in the heat of battle, a gray tank top, and khakis tucked into combat boots. Though many people would say his deep sapphire eyes are his most striking feature, most notice Abraham's AMT Hardballer holsted at his hip- a compliment to his KA-BAR. The slight tilt of his left wrist is an indication to others that he knows how to use both weapons.
Personality: Abraham is quite dour in his demeanor but passionate in his actions. Though he is difficult to get to know those who take the time to do so discover that he is a devout Christian and has every reason to be the way he is. When he sets his sights on a task, Abraham gets tunnel vision to an extent that no one can begin to fathom.
Mech Model:Shinobi
Mech Name (Optional):Masamune
Mech Color: Rust brown, with orange and teal accents
Biography: Abraham price was born to South African parents of German descent about eighty years ninety five years after the war broke out, putting him around age eighteen. No one knows exactly when he is born, as his documentation was destroyed in the accident that orphaned him. At age sixteen, he found that his neighborhood had been destroyed by collective mechs, thus he signed up as a foot solider. His hate drove him to quickly become and expert marksman, and to be unmatched in skill with a blade. Over two years of being an infantryman he picked up fifty six kills, twelve being kills with a knife, and twenty five being single shots to fatal areas. This impressive record put him into the anti mech unit where he served out his four month( anti mech infantry's rate of survival drops by fifteen every week, thus their tours are short and brutal) where he assisted in the take down of five mechs, one of those being his direct hit to an exposed engine fired from his RPG. It was his distinguished service, perfect record, and knowledge of south Africa in addition to amazing amounts of education that this so called Rhodesian Red became Heaven Smile, forward scout of the Sector. He has recently been dispatched to the Ukrane to find a massive uranium deposit and claim it for the glory of the sector. Will Abraham's faith allow him to live through the war?

Username: Mr. Devious
Name: Daniel Acosta
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Affiliation: The Collective
Appearance: Daniel stands at a pretty tall 6'2. His hair, is brown, though he usually shaves his head bald. He has a goatee as well. What usually makes him unforgettable, are his eyes, not many have seen like his, for they have a story to them for one, and the other reason, they're golden. Daniel likes to keep his body fit, so he has an athletic build. He usually dresses simple. A black flight jacket, black shirt, black pants, and black shoes, needless to say he likes black.
Personality: To most, Daniel would be considered a battle hardened ass, a reputation in which he will not deny. In battle, he is cocky as heck, but can back up his words. His one attribute that MAY be his downfall one day, is he does have a heart, he isn't some emotionless newb trying to make a name for himself, and on more than one occasion, his heart has got in the way of his mission.
Mech Model: Hammer
Mech Name (Optional): Death
Mech Color: All black. Except for the strikes it has on it's left arm for the number of downed mechs he has. And a stencil style skull on the right shoulder
Biography: Daniel first joined the Collective back when he was 18 years old. Back then, things were a little less turbulent, and he wasn't even a pilot yet. He was a simple mechanic. One day, a surprise attack errupted. Many of the pilots were killed before they could really get into combat. The Collective was in dire need for pilots, and Daniel, knowing them inside and out, signed on to help. In his first battle, he almost died three times for being uncareful and cocky. He had a natural ability to manuever his mech gracefully and deadly. Throughout the years, Daniel has become what the Collective calls an Ace. A leading pilot, a force to be recognized on the battlefield. Known to push frontlines alone, his skill is enough to warrant him the nickname "Death"

Username: Mr. Devious
Name: Saul Jean
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Affiliation: The Collective
Appearance: About what you'd expect from a 21 year old guy. He has dirty blonde hair, thats about shoulder length. His eyes are blue. He normally dresses in the fashion you would think was long gone. He happens to dress like what was once called a "surfer" usually, a white tant top. Beige shorts, and simple tennis shoes.
Personality: Very laid back, almost seeming lazy. Surprisingly, this is an effective tool on the battlefield as he really flows like water, very hard to hit. He isn't really phased any tactics of war, and can't be insulted. Most soldiers don't like him, because of his lack of respect.
Mech Model: Jaguar
Mech Name (Optional): Vibrant Wave
Mech Color: Aqua Blue
Biography: The reason Saul is the way he is, is basically, he's channeled everything out. His family were all casualties of the war, and since then, he's got a "fuck it" kinda attitiude. Now, even though it doesn't seem like it, he's become a pilot, only to obliterate the enemy. Even though he's all smiles and jokes around his comrades, he takes most things seriously, he just doesn't always put them at the front of his mind. He's still a rookie, but he's known to be able to hold his own with the greats.

Username: Akavira
Name: Gustov 'Reaper' Vladimir
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Affiliation (Sector Or Collective): Sector
Appearance:
Gustov is six foot two, and weighs two hundred and thirty three pounds. He has a tattoo of a white siberian tiger on his back, and although he is twenty-five, the years of urban combat wore his face beyond the age of thirty. His eyes are dark grey, and seem to be black in low-light. He is rarely seen with a smile, and he is very muscular.
Personality:
Gustov is a very serious man, and silent as well. He only speaks when spoken too by his superiors, or if he has something to say. He will not harm an unarmed person, unless that person is affiliated with Collective. He is cool-headed, and quick to think, as well as intelligent while on the battlefield, using his quick Shinobi to finish off his enemies.
Mech Model: Shinobi
Mech Name (Optional): Shadow of the Panthera
Mech Color: Black, with the flag of Sector on the both sides of the mech. The mech also has two growling white siberian tigers air brushed on the foot platings.
Biography:
Gustov was born in what was once known as Russia, much like Nikolai Gregovitch, whom Gustov promptly looks up too. He was trained by his father, Viktor Vladimir, in the Siberian forests, conditioning his body, and getting fit even before his first decade. He was trained in the martial art Sambo, and trained with multiple weaponry. Once he turned ten, Gustov was secretly trained by his father to pilot a mech. His father piloted a berserker mech, and his father had secretly gifted Gustov a shinobi, whom he quickly learned how to control, and use with efficiency. Four years later, when Viktor returned after the major battle at Moscow, shocked with a stunning victory, he began training Gustov further in the use of his Shinobi. A few days after the training began, Gustov and his father came upon a squadron of Collective pilots scouting in the forests, and after a fierce battle, only Gustov's Shinobi was standing. His father had taken the impact of the missiles to protect his son, and his mech was completely destroyed and his father burned to a crisp. Gustov sat in the cockpit for days, staring at the remains of his father, his eyes dried from the crying. After a few days passed by, Gustov returned home, and although he was only fourteen, he signed up to join the ranks of Sector, in hopes to crush the Collective.
Eleven years passed, and Gustov is a well-decorated pilot, serving in numberous raids, advances, and piloting one of the most feared light mechs in the Sector ranks, Shadow of the Panthera.
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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby HorusTheHeretic on Mon Jul 30, 2007 1:29 pm

Leonidas, Nikolai's Hoplite mech, strafed on the outskirts of the combat, releasing missiles every few seconds like clockwork. A Collective light mech exploded as a volley of rockets impacted on its side, heating up all of the adjacent mechs drastically. They paused for a moment to engage their heat sinks, giving Nikolai time to pump out of a few gauss rifle rounds into a larger mech's head, before activating his com-link to his wingmen.

"Ivan, charge the Hammer while its heat-sinking. Put a few rounds in its cockpit." Nikolai ordered.

His brother's voice came over the radio. "Got it."

The Cavalier mech that his brother piloted charged, its retractable arm blade flicking out as it ran full speed at the equally sized Hammer mech, who was busy with a Shinobi. The Hammer swung at it with its giant cudgel of a right arm, missed, and turned sluggishly to face the oncomer. It swung hard, but Ivan's mech dodged and plunged the blade into the cockpit. The Hammer fell over with a massive boom, throwing dust and sand high into the air.

Nikolai opened the com channel again. "I said rounds, but whatever you want to do."

Nikolai unleashed a volley of missiles as he strode towards the combat, prepared to enter the fray properly. He closed in on a damaged Cerberus and finished it with a few seconds of gatling gun fire. Nikolai glanced at his radar and quickly counted the mechs left to both sides. Eight Sector mechs and nine Collective mechs, which was good odds, considering they had entered the battle with ten Sector and seventeen Collective.
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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Username:Serpaara-
Name: Anubi Sacion
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Affiliation: Sector
Appearance: He is a rather slim, yet muscular man. He stands around 6'3" and weighs only 160 pounds. He has black hair that is short and spikey with deep blue eye's that stand out. He keeps a clean face except the burn scar in the shape of a V over his face. His skin is clean, he carries little fat, but hard muscle. He wears a black shirt, tucked into black cargo pants which tuck into combat boots. He wears a black buckle with a bronze buckle. Over his hear, he will usually wear an old Marine Corp cover from the 1990's.
Personality: He is a rather mellow person. He doesn't talk to anyone, but has grown fond of fighting, so he does it for fun and no longer a sport. He like's to take things slow, being patient and perfect things, which is why he was chosen to be a long-range mech user. Occasionally, he will flip out, but that is rare.
Mech Model: Toxotes
Mech Name (Optional): Dark Zero
Mech Color: Jet black and Dark purple
Biography: He was raised in Cairo, Egypt. Working since the age of six to become a Martial Artist. He had mastered Muai-Tai, Tae-Kwon-Do, Karate, and Tanbo Weaponry by the age of 11. He grew up in a rather poor family, having to steal from random shops for food at times, but he had a great friend who's family would pay for the food or whatever he stole if they got caught. On his thirteenth birthday, the two had strayed from the party, out to meet some other aquaintances, who wanted to hang out, or so they said. It turned out to be a fatal meeting. Anubi had been held down with a pistol to his forehead, and his friend had already fought the other two. Anubi was rather scared to fight, he had the training, just afraid. His friend knew this and went to go tackle the other off of Anubi, and as he did, the kid pinning Anubi down had swung his arm out, the gun trigger being pulled had blown into the mouth of Anubi's friend, piercing through, killing him. From that day on, Anubi was out to find this kid...Years passed, he had grown taller and had been messing around with his dad's sniper rifle. He decided to go out to the desert and train a bit, progressivly growing in talent. When he turned the age of eighteen, he had joined the military and thus' ended himself out here in the war.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vega on Fri Aug 10, 2007 8:35 pm

Abraham strafed, running circles around the opposing Hammer that was twice his size and had about three times the firepower. Fortunately for our intrepid hero, his opponent had not quite nailed down the concept of "shoot ahead of a moving target" and was doing more damage to the surrounding countryside than he was to Abraham's Shinobi. Suddenly a Cavalier, bull-rushed the poor bastard and destroyed him with a flick of his blade. Abraham inhaled his cigarette and caught sight of the pilot of the Hammer, his eyes bulging, guts spilling out, waiting to die- it was only for a brief instant though, less than a second. Abraham exhaled, adding to the haze in which he operated, what he called the "fog of war". The youth adjusted his mic and spoke in a clear, calm voice."This is scout zero one niner tango uniform Nevada to forward attack force, over. The primary objective here is to destroy the Collective training facility within the city two clicks north northwest, over. Requesting the assistance of two mechs to help me go in and take it out, Over." The youth put out his cigarette and lit a fresh one, waiting for a reply from his comrades.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby HorusTheHeretic on Sat Aug 11, 2007 12:02 pm

"I'm with you, Abe." Nikolai said. He didn't care for all of this military jargon. He had more important things to do than say zero-niner and such. His Hoplite plodded forward on its four legs, gatling guns screaming at the few remaining Collective mechs.
He brought one down and walked clear over the smoking wreck, pulling up right next the Shinobi mech.

"I think Ivan and Dragomir can handle the rest." He said to Abraham. He sent a com signal to his brothers. "Abe and I are going after the training facility. Make sure they don't follow."

"Aye, aye!" Dragomir replied.

He hit the throttle and followed after the tiny Shinobi.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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The man layed back with his mech, just scanning the area for the smaller mechs that carried the bigger guns, that or he was scoping for enemy snipers. He kept his focus steady, making no sudden move or noises as he patiently scoped.
He lifted his com, speaking into it, "Nikolai, what is your position, and have you spotted anyone who would be a threat that you need me to take out?"

With that, he went back to his scouting, waiting for a reply.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Username: Mr. Devious

Name: Daniel Acosta

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Affiliation: The Collective

Appearance: Daniel stands at a pretty tall 6'2. His hair, is brown, though he usually shaves his head bald. He has a goatee as well. What usually makes him unforgettable, are his eyes, not many have seen like his, for they have a story to them for one, and the other reason, they're golden. Daniel likes to keep his body fit, so he has an athletic build. He usually dresses simple. A black flight jacket, black shirt, black pants, and black shoes, needless to say he likes black.
Personality: To most, Daniel would be considered a battle hardened ass, a reputation in which he will not deny. In battle, he is cocky as heck, but can back up his words. His one attribute that MAY be his downfall one day, is he does have a heart, he isn't some emotionless newb trying to make a name for himself, and on more than one occasion, his heart has got in the way of his mission.
Mech Model: Hammer
Mech Name (Optional): Death
Mech Color: All black. Except for the strikes it has on it's left arm for the number of downed mechs he has. And a stencil style skull on the right shoulder
Biography: Daniel first joined the Collective back when he was 18 years old. Back then, things were a little less turbulent, and he wasn't even a pilot yet. He was a simple mechanic. One day, a surprise attack errupted. Many of the pilots were killed before they could really get into combat. The Collective was in dire need for pilots, and Daniel, knowing them inside and out, signed on to help. In his first battle, he almost died three times for being uncareful and cocky. He had a natural ability to manuever his mech gracefully and deadly. Throughout the years, Daniel has become what the Collective calls an Ace. A leading pilot, a force to be recognized on the battlefield. Known to push frontlines alone, his skill is enough to warrant him the nickname "Death"


Username: Mr. Devious

Name: Saul Jean

Gender: Male
Age: 21

Affiliation: The Collective

Appearance: About what you'd expect from a 21 year old guy. He has dirty blonde hair, thats about shoulder length. His eyes are blue. He normally dresses in the fashion you would think was long gone. He happens to dress like what was once called a "surfer" usually, a white tant top. Beige shorts, and simple tennis shoes.

Personality: Very laid back, almost seeming lazy. Surprisingly, this is an effective tool on the battlefield as he really flows like water, very hard to hit. He isn't really phased any tactics of war, and can't be insulted. Most soldiers don't like him, because of his lack of respect.
Mech Model: Jaguar

Mech Name (Optional): Vibrant Wave

Mech Color: Aqua Blue

Biography: The reason Saul is the way he is, is basically, he's channeled everything out. His family were all casualties of the war, and since then, he's got a "fuck it" kinda attitiude. Now, even though it doesn't seem like it, he's become a pilot, only to obliterate the enemy. Even though he's all smiles and jokes around his comrades, he takes most things seriously, he just doesn't always put them at the front of his mind. He's still a rookie, but he's known to be able to hold his own with the greats.

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Ic: Daniel

"Alright, lets get in there, they obviously nee re-inforcements." Daniel spoke into his radio. He maneuvered his Hammer into position, and sped off as sast as he could. "We'll arrive shortly." He spoke to the commander of the fleet that was already in combat. Daniel threw it into auto-pilot, and lit a cigar. "The clam before the storm." He said through a sigh. He never really got nervous anymore, he'd shaken that once he'd been at it for about 10 years. Battle, was just battle to him, a natural part of life. To his left and right, were a few other pilots, the only one that really captured his eye, was Saul. "That little bastard aint half bad."

A radio signal came through, and an image of the commander of the fleet came into contact. "Hurry, we're being over run!" Daniel sighed, "We're just about there."

And with that, Daniel and the rest of the reinforcements descended upon the battle field. "Alright, try not to get dead!" Daniel shouted to the others. As soon as he hit the battlefield, he pulled forth, the long sword huis mech carried, and the Sub Machingun in the other hand. He didn't bother to aim, the gun had an exended clip, so he sprayed at the enemies, leaving the stunned,or destroyed, giving him time to move in with his blade. He spun his mech around in a wide arch, slicing his opponents head off, and shooting another in the gut. "You were being over run...by this? What a joke our new forces are." And with that, Daniel was on the scene now, and the opposing side felt it.

Ic: Saul

Once the battle started, Saul kicked into high gear. He had upgraded engines, jump jets and an advanced cooling system. Based on speed, his mech, Vibrant Wave, was also called Hurricane by the enemies. He would go in close, to draw the weak ones out after him, he then would feign running away to get them to follow, when they turned around, his pulse rifle layed down the law. The enemy was dazzled by him, each shot they threw at him, seemed to be useless, he would move around it just like water. "Whoa, this is...rather fun!" He said, on an open signal, to anger the enemies.
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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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The Hoplite mech sluggishly turned about, its four legs working in perfect unison. The Hoplite was slow, but it had a great weapon payload and unmatched armor. Nikolai saw a squadron of Collective Mechs joining the fray, a Hammer in the front killing several of The Sector's mechs. "Abraham! The training center can wait! Get back to the battle!" Nikolai let loose a cloud of dozens of missiles, supplemented with gatling gun, gauss rifle, and pulse laser fire.

"Anubi, take out that Hammer. Don't let it get close to you."

Nikolai kept the fire coming, taking a few bullets to the mech's torso, but they did little. A gauss rifle round impacted on the front right leg, but it did not slow the mech, as it would have on any other mech.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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"Shit, on it- we're not dealing with trainees anymore- these guys are know what the fuck they are doing!"said Abraham, his voice distorted by the smoking coffin nail lodged firmly in between his lips. Abraham swung his mech around and discharged a round from his gauss rifle. The massive brass shell plummeted to the ground, breaking the surrounding forest into wood chips. The sound of the weapon discharging cut though the crossfire and acted like a punctuation mark to the end of the sentence that was a young trainee's life. The mechanisms within the rifle moved in perfect unison- the epitome of efficiency- and another shell was placed in the chamber.

The boy's twitch reflexes caught an aqua blue flash on the edge of his monitor. Abraham swung his mech around to meet his next opponent- an enemy jaguar. The teen sent a volley of LRBM's toward his unknowing opponent so as to alert him of his presence, then he lifted his gauss rifle to engage his new found friend in conversation.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Ic: Saul

As Saul was moving quickly throughout the battle field, taking out mostly nuggets, he got a warning on a monitor. It was blaring with the words alert all over it. Saul turned and looked, there was LRBM's headed his way. He had waited too long to check, this was going to be close. "Like water..." Was his last thought before acting. Activating his jump jets, he took his Jaguar, and jumped backwards, the head of the mech facing away from the missles. Looking downward toward the missles, he took his pulse rifle, and fired a few shots towards the missles, hoping to hit one. He didn't. That was a failed effort. He maneuverd his mech into a spin. Luckily, the majority of the missles missed him. Two affected him a little bit, one banged into him, but didn't explode on contact, it was sent of course, and collided with another one, exploding behind Saul. The explosion left him a little rattled but alive.

He got his mech grounded. "Time now to find....oh, gotcha." He located his attacker, and got on the open radio. "Bet you're pissed ain't ya buddy?" He said to the enemy Shinobi. Saul positioned his mech, then blasted off towards the Shinobi. As he was on his way, he got on the open radio again, "That rifle compensating for something? Ha." As he was close enough, Saul pulled out a mace looking weapon, and began to spin it, he then threw it at his opponent. "Fire in the hole!" Saul shouted, for he had just threw a grenade. As he threw it, moved the thrust of his engines backward, and then started to strafe around the postion of the Shinobi, firing off rounds of his Pulse rifle.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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"Yes Sir" He quickly aimed his rifle straight for the power core of the oncoming Hammer, taking a deep breathe as he pulled the trigger. The round piercing into the armor, and causing the mech to shut down and explode. He then pulled back, taking to a new scoping spot, as he would keep watch for any stronger mechs to appear.

"Hammer is down. Let me know whats happening, this smoke and dust is blocking my view. If any more mechs of high power arrive, give me exact points and i'll get them."

The man lie within the cockpit, waiting for the next chance to pul the trigger,

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Daniel, was ripping through the enemies left and right. The blade his Hammer held in his right hand, was constantly making precision, fatal strikes on enemy mechs. Taking note of his surroundings, he saw a large blast go by his mech. The shot was fired from a Toxotes model mech.

"Whoo! Lucky I am..." He said, shifting his mech into gear. The mech seemed to slow itself down. "Slowing down on the battlefield? Big mistake friend..." Daniel thought as he inconspicuously began to fight his way toward the black and purple Toxotes. Hacking one mechs arm off, leaving the pilot stunned, he took out his SMG and fired up the rest of the mechs body, making an explosion ensue. In the smoke of the blast, is when Daniel made his move on the black and purple Toxotes. "His range will have nothing now..." He thought to himself.

Before his mech emerged from the smoke of the explosion, he fired the SMG at the purple and black Toxotes. Hoping a few rounds made contact he rushed through the smoke, swooping low with his sword, he brought it up in a vertical strike, aiming to cut the black and purple Toxotes in half.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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Name: Zack Lint
Gender: male
Age: 29
Affiliation: collective
Appearance: long Dark brown watery blue eyes. About 5'7 and waying in at 130 pounds, athletic build and a pale complexion.
Personality: Dry and sarcastic with cold intellect and tendency to think things through. Reamains collected in battle to the point of apathy.
Mech Model: Fenris
Mech Name (Optional): Lady in gray
Mech Color: Dark grey and black
Biography: Raised in an undisclosed location deep in the arctic circle. Joined the war on the collective side at the age of 21. Almost immediately Zack showed prowess in long range weaponry and this skill was honed through basic training. His first engagement with the collective was a small engagement in the mountains of kashmir where he shot and destroyed a berserker mech that had ingaged in close combat with his commanding officer. His shot missed the comissar by 7 feet, careening into sector mechs head plate. This action earned him the collective medal of marksmanship and promotion to fire team leader. His second engagement was at the ill fated Siege of volgograd, which followed in the aftermath of the battle of moscow and where his team was caught by a flanking action preformed by several minotaurs. His 2 team members were KIA and Lints mech was severely damaged, nevertheless, He held of the attackers until the order to retreat was given. He has had several more military campaigns since then and is now a respected and experienced pilot.
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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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The shinobi sailed gracefully along the plane, soaring like a bird. A pathetic quail to be hunted without compassion.

The radio burst static. Lint sighed and turned his attention to the intercom and opened the channel. The piece was spoaradic and interrupted but he got the message, They needed a sniper team at co-ordinates 22,25 pronto. Zack relayed the order over the squad link and activated the thrusters, gearing towards a good firing position. His team members assumed a v formation behind him. He opened the channel again "im on my way ETA T- minus 2 minutes" he said cooly. This is what he lived for.

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Re: Cry Havoc: The Dogs Of War

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OOC: Shadow of the Panthera (Shinobi)(Light, 48.5 Tons) - Close Range Assault
-Upgraded Engines
-Upgraded Coolant System
-Upgraded Targeting Systems
Weaponry:
Twin Gattling Guns
Twin Machine Guns
Twin Short-Range Missiles
Twin Combat Swords

IC: Gustov heard all the scambled commotion on the intercom, but heard enough to realise that his comrads needed the extra support. He thrusted the joystick forward and his upgraded Shinobi began to move. Several seconds later he blasted forth. He watched as trees and foilage whipped past him as he bolted for the battlefield.
"This is Gustov, preparing to enter the battle. Any insight where The Collective bastards are would be greatly appreciated. Nikolai and Abraham, take out that damn facility. I'll take out these bastards," he spoke into the intercom, his voice low, serious and cold-hearted.
Gustov dashed into the field, seeing explosions and destroyed mechs everywhere. Immediately he spotted The Collectives, and engaged. He bolted forward, and prepared to launch his close-range missiles. He was directly behind four Colectives; two Hammers and two Jaguars, and knew that if the Hammers were able to get a lock on his mech, that he would be in some serious trouble. He got a lock on the more damaged Hammer, and fired a salvo of missiles. He quickly switched Hammers and fired his gattling guns as the muzzle began dispersing a hellish fury upon the unsuspecting Hammer. The missiles collided with the Hammer, and sent the mech exploding into scrap metal as the explosion pushed the small Jaguars off balance. Gustov watched as his barrage of explosive rounds pelted the Hammer, and smirked when the explosion from the missiles and the first Hammer sent the second into a blazing ball of inferno. Gustov turned his attention to the stumbled Jaguars, and extended his combat swords. He blasted forth and within seconds, he had had both his blades pierced through the cockpits of the Jaguars.
"Two Hammers, and Two Jaguars down," he announced.
"It is not the size of the tiger in the fight that matters; but the size of the fight in the tiger"

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