Author Topic: Reds at the border - ANOTHER text roleplay by Jorici  (Read 23936 times)

Name: Viktor Kalashnikov
Faction: Soviets
Job: Infantryman
Location: Northeast Italy
Equipment (4/6 Items): KL-34 A.R., 7.62mm rounds (60), Combat Knife, Laser Pen


The cbrown towns of Venice reflected off the destruction that we wreaked on the city. Hashling called out to me, and I watched him down a half full bottle of vodka in about 30 seconds. "You idiot!" I said. "What use is a drunken soldier?" He laughed, and I shook my head. The one-way radio crackled, and the Commander waved for us to listen. It said that the Allied forces are nearing Venice, and that we should dig in, because they do not want to lose Italy, and pretty much the control of the Mediterranean Sea. "Man the machine guns" The Commander said, pointing at me and Hashling. Hashling hobbled over to the machine gun, and fell asleep sitting on the stool.

Name: Seargeant Vasili Koshnikov
Faction: Soviets
Job: Spetsnaz
Location: Southeast England. London
Equipment (3/6 Items): Flashbang x2, HE grenade x3, Ppsh-61 Mk II



3 AM, London.
Codename Благородный
Insertion west of London went smoothly, new Ark500 stealth planes are a joy to fly in.
Myself and two others infiltrated London via the abandoned one way system. Three targets: Big Ben, and two metro stations
Using northern Slough as cover, we eventually came 1 click north of Big Ben, there are 3 checkpoints down the road.
Left of the first checkpoint is a Civvie building, we can sneak through there.
The door was locked, we broke in, thankfully not drawing any attention
There were 2 civilians in the room to our right, as long as we are quite we do not need to draw any attention, the exit is dead ahead.
Sneaking through the building one at a time, one of the Civvie says "Hey, you hear something?" we all dive for shadows
"Silencers on" I whisper into my headset the civilian walks past us, blocking the way to the door.
I move up and quickly choke him, simultaneously my colleague fires a single shot into the living room. Problem solved
We move out to back door. Checkpoint 1 down.

Name: Lieutenant Xavier Galtrum
Faction: Italian Resistance(From America, though deployed in italy as a sergeant
Job: Commander of Squad 7 Fireteam A
Location: Venice, Italy
Equipment(6/6):Silenced Mk7 SIAIR(standard issue allied infantry rifle pic), Combat Knife, Radio, Crossbow, Tranq bolts x9, Standard Bolts x12

Xavier stalked through the rubble, stopping only to peek out at two Soviets near the cbrown towns. One of them looked dazed, an empty bottle of vodka in his hand. The other seemed to be scolding him. Galtrum cursed to himself, wishing he hadn't run into any patrols. He whispered into the headset, '7A Delta. Soviet Patrol spotted. One drunk, one sober. Permission to engage?' 'Copy that 7A Delta. Use your tranqs, but if they spot you, take them down.' 'Copy. Over and out.' He set the SIAIR down, unslinging his crossbow. He took a tranq from the 2-bow holder and slid it into the 'barrel.' Xavier aimed through the scope, holding his breath. He fired a tranq at the sober one first, quickly reloaded, and then tensed his finger on the trigger. The bolts were on a direct path to the two Soviet's sides. They'd have about 5 seconds to pull it out, but would still be dazed.

that's hashling and kalashnkov
so you either black out and fall into the cbrown towns or dodge/pull them out and probably try to search for me

Name: Viktor Kalashnikov
Faction: Soviets
Job: Infantryman
Location: Northeast Italy
Equipment (4/6 Items): KL-34 A.R., 7.62mm rounds (60), Combat Knife, Laser Pen


I felt a pinprick in my chest. I looked down, and a tranquilizer bolt was jutting out. They trained me to pull these out as soon as they hit me, so I did. But I began to see spots. I looked around, and saw an American. Those vile creatures. I roostered the rifle, and started firing at him. I don't know if I hit him, but Hashling was out cold. Then so was I.

jorici
i was behind abunch of rubble, and i believe it is night time

double post for unneeded bump, but meh



Xavier ducked down as the bullets flew - they suddenly stopped. He hopped up, and saw the drunken soldier missing and the sober one unconscious. He peered over the cbrown town's edge, and saw the drunken one floating, eyes open, but barely awake. He hefted the soldier, and laid him down in his camp in the rubble

Name: Adolf Reinholt
Faction: Allies (Germany)
Job: Nuclear Scientist
Location: Tunnel under Swedish Tundra
Equipment (6/6 Items): Mauser-35 .45 Pistol, 6 .45mm rounds, Camping Knife, Radio, Refited Nuclear Laser


   I haven't much time. The Soviets have finally found our nice little lab. I managed to finish my final product before the bombs hit. I have made a refited nuclear laser. The battery has a nice 5cm length, and is only 3cm in diameter. This was caused by the incidental overpowering of one of our reactors. It busted through the lead, and went into another reactor that was also conducting an experiment. Two high powered nuclear fusion cells smashing into each other at 100 km/h less than the speed of light yields powerful results. Anyways, I have the weapon ready and I'm going with a few other scientists through an underground tunnel, to escape.
« Last Edit: March 04, 2011, 10:30:16 AM by TheKhoz »

Name: Viktor Kalashnikov
Faction: Soviets
Job: Infantryman
Location: Venice, Italy
Equipment (4/6 Items): KL-34 A.R., 7.62mm rounds (60), Combat Knife, Laser Pen

I woke up to the sound of gunfire. The allies must be here. I still feel tired from my nap I took. loving Americans, they ruin everyone's day! Now we are fighting them AGAIN, and in the same city! I close my eyes, then immediately open them. Hashling. Where is he? Is he a POW? Or is he in the building with me? I stand up, then walk over to the window. I had a view of the hillside, where I saw American tanks climbing the hill. There were hundreds of infantry men, all shooting at us. I heard a rumbling in the distance. Then the sound became all too familiar. Bombers. I jumped down onto the ground when I heard the first explosion.

Xavier approaches Viktor, placing the SIAIR's barrel against the back of his head. "Hands behind your back. Now."
Viktor would probably notice that there was a small amount of tents outside, a tank, and a walker. "We are the Italian resistance."


I wish I could play this, but I don't know geography well enough.

Name: Slechin Vongurb
Faction: Soviets
Job: L-39 Albatros, Aero Pilot
Location: Russia, Moscow
Equipment (5/6 Items): 1 9mm pistol, 1 parachute, 1 flight suit, Small tool box for quick repairs, Map.

I got my new battalion today. We were doing some boarder control. My friend in the plane to the right was un-able to doge the missle. He was shot down. His screams were as if he was in a bloody rage. He said somthing about The war has only begun.

Name: Max Mcgowan
Faction: Allies
Job: T50 Pilot
Location: Venice, Italy, Northeast
Equipment (3/6 Items): Radio, Metal Bat, Lazer Pistol

We finally got to where we needed to go. After a walk over a hill I saw the battlefield. I began firing at every building and Soviet in sight. My radio buzzed. "The building to your left, I have a Soviet held captive in there! Don't shoot it!" I heard somebody say. "Who is this?" I asked. "Xavier! Now whatever you do, DON'T TAKE DOWN THAT BUILDING!" He said back. I slid the radio into my back pocket. I went back to work. I plowed through every Soviet in sight. After about half the soviets I went up to the building Xavier was in. I lowered the roosterpit and hopped out. I walked up some stairs and saw Xavier waiting. "Let's go!" I said. He nodded and came down to the T50 with the Soviet. I hopped into the driver's seat in the front, Xavier in the wider back seat with the Soviet next to him. Xavier kept his gun up to the Soviet's head so he wouldn't try anything. I continued to prance through the battlefield. The Soviet just watched all his comrads fall. Every once in a while he would look at the smile on my face. I enjoyed this. I had an excuse to smile. After continuing to plow through Italy it was like the Soviets were giving up! I knew they were preparing something ahead. I knew I wasn't going to like it...

No. You do NOT control my character for me.



Xavier spotted a T-50 approaching - he sent a ping over the radio. The tents quickly went down and they hid everything. The walking tank marched forward towards the camp. It must have had thermals on, because it turned towards the Hostage Center. Xavier tuned to the American radio frequency. "Do not shoot T-50, if you can hear me, I repeat, do not shoot. I am Lieutenant Xavier Galtrum of the Italian Resistance. We WILL fire on you via artillery if you do not stand down!" He changed the freq. "Requesting fire mission on standby at coordinates 21 45 62. Wait for my mark." "Copy that." Tuned the frequency again. "Prepare the Stinger." "Copy." Xavier swapped back to the American frequency, waiting.

Name: John Tavishka
Faction: Allies
Job: Doctor
Location: On A Plane Heading To Italy
Equipment (2/6 Items): First Aid Kit, Handgun (15 Rounds)



"This is bullstuff!" I spat at the sergeant who stood before me, "I am NOT a soldier! You can't send me to the front lines. I'm just a doctor!" He leans over, a grin on his face and simply remarks, "You're a field medic now. Why does it bug you anyways? You should be used to doing stuff you don't want, I mean you are a commie." I bite my tongue as the plane begins to land. At least I'll be able to help in some way.