Author Topic: Reds at the border - ANOTHER text roleplay by Jorici  (Read 23970 times)

Name: James Bucker
Faction: Allies
Job: Sniper
Location: Italy
Equipment (3/6 Items): DPMS Panther LRT-SASS Sniper Rifle, HK USP Handgun, Knife

I felt so blind from the building tops as a ton of smoke and ash spilled across the battle field. I reasoned that i might be able to take the gun of a dead soldier and i leave my post at the roof. As i run down the stairs i pull out my handgun. I finally make it to the bottom when the door is opening. I aim my gun and fire as a soviet soldier walks into the building. I pry his gun away from his dying hands and silence him with another shot from my handgun.

Name: Viktor Kalashnikov
Faction: Soviets
Job: Infantryman
Location: Venice, Italy
Equipment (4/6 Items): Combat Knife, Laser Pen


My laser pen was in my pocket. If I could reach it, maybe I could cut through the rope that ids tying me to the chair. my index and middle finger reached in, and touched it. I strained, and finally grabbed hold of the laser pen. I aimed it at the rope, pushed the button, and then felt a powerful burning sensation on my back. I suppressed a scream. I had missed with the laser pen. I swallowed the pain, then tried again. I didn't miss this time. My hands were free! I looked around, and ducked into a cabinet. I waited there for 20 minutes, then an Ally came to check on me. But I wasn't there. He radio'd to his other buddies, and then began to search around the room. He stopped in front of my cabinet. I unsheathed my knife, and when he opened it, I smashed through the cabinet, surprising the poor guy, and stabbed him in the heart, muffling his screams with my hand.

Ivan pauses. "Dont you have other matters to attend to? Besides, im almost sure your job is not questioning loyal Americans. Look, here comes you commander."

"Between you and me, Im with the CIA. Corpral MacTavish was a false identity. Heres my ID."
Ivan hands Robert a false ID.
"Im here to recover a piece of information that was interccepted by this base."

Sears pauses, showing the Vindicator now. "I am my own commander, idiot. I supervise this entire station." The Colonel is suddenly knocked down as a small explosion kicks through the wall, along with Russian yelling. "You, get out!" Vladimir at Ivan. The three Soviets begin zip-tying everyone. They examined anything important, not realizing that there was still one person left on the roof.

"Ivan punchs Robert in th face.
"American swine."

Ivan begins serching all the TACPADS for the intercepted message.

Sears pauses, showing the Vindicator now. "I am my own commander, idiot. I supervise this entire station." The Colonel is suddenly knocked down as a small explosion kicks through the wall, along with Russian yelling. "You, get out!" Vladimir at Ivan. The three Soviets begin zip-tying everyone. They examined anything important, not realizing that there was still one person left on the roof.
FOR SOME REASON THIS WAS VOIDED BUT OK

Robert falls backwards, then raising the Vindicator to Ivan's head. BOOM. Ivan is dead. (or you get your two arms blown off and live)
also you forgot that this isn't just one person, there's like 6 other armed men


Alexander stood alone atop of rubble, allies soldiers attempting to climb the pile, whilst they were driven out of ammo. He continued to fire off his AK, and then slid it to his back, sliding out his makarov. A allied soldier clumb up behind, and jabbed him in the back. Alexander dropped to his knees, turning his makarov towards the soldier, and shot the soldier in the stomach four times. Painfully, he ripped out the knife and threw it.


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The wound gives Alexander -2% chance of hitting a target when firing with one hand. Specifically the right.

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He started down the pile, firing off several rounds as he moved, only two hitting a target every now and then. Why was he so stupid to stay behind whilst his comrades fled?

:<>

Just get a minor wound that delays shooting, or reloading.

Xavier watched as wounded allies attempted to kill the Soviet, but were gunned down. He popped out of cover, unslinging his SIAIR, shouting the war cry. "La Rivoluzione Italiana! Per Venezia!" He charged the Soviet, firing off shots. The SIAIR was shot, dropping to the ground. Gultrum removed his combat knife from the sheath, tackling the soviet. They wrestled on the rubble, but in the end, Xavier had the knife to Alexander neck, but Alex had his Makarov to Xavier's.

"It appears we're at an impass here, ally scum." He said, sliding the Makarov off of safety. It was loaded to two rounds left. "Take me to the hostage, or I will make your end swift." He said, at the ready. He had been skimmed by a few of Xavier's shots, one of them had weakly hit, making a small bit of blood drop from his right arm.

Name: John Orlov
Faction: Allies
Job: Advanced Armored Vanguard
Location: Phoenix, Arizona
Equipment (2/6 Items): Pulse gun, Combat knife

I hear the scream and cries everywhere around me.My armor blocks some of it out with some good ole symphony but I still hear them.Bullets wizz by,lasers burn through the air, gauss rounds penetrate the ground.I could care less.Birds fly,Flowers grow, and I kill Soviet infantry men for living.This nothing compared to my past.

My old guy died in an explosion. It wasn't pretty :C

Name: Louis Pronts
Faction: Soviets
Job: Scout
Location: Border Between Canada and US
Equipment (4/6 Items): MK-2123, Ammo (30 Clips), Radio, Combat Knife

Being on border duty wasn't easy. You had to be on your toes and vigilant at all times- HEY A PENNY! Ignore the penny... you have a job to do. There have been reports of the Allies making a surprise attack on Canada. I heard some footsteps nearby. I ducked behind a destroyed wall from a house that had fell victim to the battle for Canada. I aimed my MK-2123 toward the direction of the disturbance. I turned and looked at the other scout on duty with me, Bill Luttz. He gave me the signal "Watch my back". He moved up. He snuck up further and further toward the noises. It was getting hard to see him since it was dark. I saw flashes of light and heard gunfire. I ducked behind the wall. I peeked my head out. Flashlights were on Bill's corpse... Allies. I got up and began a mad dash for the border wall. I just needed to pass through and send the message that a group of Allies was coming! If I didn't make it there before the Allies... The Soviets might lose the Canadian border...

Ivan awakes in the hospital, far away from The United States. A docter leans over him and says:

"Good afternoon, comrad Nicklovitch. You were shot by an A.erican soldier, and we had to amputate your arm. however, you have been nominated by the comitee to be a part of security project 702. you will notice that you have been fitted with a prosthetic arm. all I will say is that it is all the tool you will ever need on missons. except for a gun, of course. You can expect immediate redeployment on the american front. Good luck comrade. youll need it."

As he finishes, a sedative is injected into him.

PROSTHETIC ARM ONLINE. POWER AT 100%
ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL.

Allies not exactly americans.
I fire my pulse cannon at a Soviet jeep causing it to roll over into the river.I recover and continue to my objective.As I walk I spot an autocannon.Should be handy.
allies now control Phoenix