Author Topic: FUEL  (Read 14786 times)

changed name because i'm tired of using the same name for everything


Name: Matthew Lee
Age: 31
Faction(Civilian/USPG/Fireflies): Fireflies
Inventory: M77 Hawkeye Standard Rifle (Ignore the thing in the bottom right corner), SP101 Double-Action Revolver, HK-30N Knife.
Physical Description: 5'9, Black Hair, Green Eyes, Kinda large ears.
Miscellaneous: Was a hunter before the MEC invaded. Not very experienced, as he only started it one year before they came, and he didn't shoot it that much. He knows the basics, but he is not a expert by a longshot.

But if there are fireflies we should totally be allowed to run around as 13 year old angsty girls with sniper rifles. Right?




-roster-
Name - Position
Alexander Cherenkov - Leader
David Slimmer - Smuggler
Matthew Lee - Grunt




ROSTER
RANK - NAME - POSITION
Lieutenant - Dave Brown - Zone Commander
Staff Sergeant - Jacov Steele - Patrol Commander
Police Sergeant - Jake Soloman - Zone Six Police Department Sergeant
Corporal - Jack Lee - Marksman
Private FC - Trevor Hunting - Rifleman

Looking forward to some lookout work

Does Dave Brown like bananas in his tacos

July 12th, 2078

Four black Humvees glide into Zone Eight through the checkpoint, not even being stopped. They come to a halt between the RPC and the NATO compound. The doors open, and soldier pile out of each aside from the second one. They surround the second one. They open the door, and two Fireflies from San Diego are pulled out, and dragged across the ground, surrounded by USPG operators. Any civilians in the area notice a hugely heightened number of soldiers in the area. Police Sergeant Soloman approaches the leader of the convoy, and talks briefly through the window. He talks into his walkie-talkie, and a police HMMWV rolls out of the RPC. The two Fireflies are loaded into yet another vehicle. The Humvee takes them to Central Park, and put them on a large stage. The loudspeaker sounds over the Zone. "All civilians are required to report to Central Park immediately. Your deadline is five minutes. Repeat, all civilians to Central Park in the next five minutes. Transmission over." Civilians stream out of the apartments, either walking, biking or driving to the park. The four black USPG Humvees glide into the parade ground, gunners peeking through the top. The guns briefly sweep over the crowd, before resting upwards. Sergeant Soloman calls over the PA. "Citizens of Zone Six. We have brought two Fireflies to be punished here today. These are the people who are causing the power outages, the food shortages, the unclean water. They must be brought to justice!" Meanwhile, two Blackhawks land atop the RPC. Out of one, USPG operators step out. Out of the other, Zone Commander Dave Brown steps out, and is greeted by Staff Sergeant Steele. Corporal Jack Lee and Private Hunting stand at the edge of the rooftop, watching the park from a distance.



Meanwhile, a group of about sixteen Fireflies snuck into the city through the hole in the fence. They made their way to the apartments, quickly scaling to the top of the building. Commander Cherenkov put Slimmer with his shotgun at the door, and the rest of them stood at the edge of the building, crouching. Matthew Lee passed a pair of binoculars to the leader, and he brought them up to his eyes, surveying the scene.

(this is in la or new york?)


I pass a pair of binoculars to the leader of the Fireflies. "Here." I crouch and try to squint out what the leader is looking at, but I fail.

Name: Maxwell Nappy
Age: 21
Faction(Civilian/USPG/Fireflies): Civilian
Inventory: Rubber ball, keys to apartment, ear plugs.
Physical Description: 5'8", pale, slightly muscular, short shaggy brown hair, stubble for facial hair, longer torso than average.
Miscellaneous: Very paranoid, and will probably stab you in the back if it benefits him.
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After a quick walk with the crowd, I inserted my ear plugs and zoned out while the psychopaths had their fun. "The Fireflies waste my time more than the damn soldiers do." I mutter to myself.

I leaned on the side of the stage, thinking to myself this was practically another day.

Well, I decided that this was close enough.

Living the dream. Kinda. I got a better apartment and living conditions with this job. I like it, but things get a little boring after a while, guarding, standing in one spot forever, but hey, look at the bright side.

I stood up, checking ammunition in my rifle as the guy on the stage talked.

I was about to post when my internet forgeted itself, so I'd appreciate it if we could wait to do any actions that might get us spotted immediately