To Terraform A Planet - The Invasion Begins - Possible positions opening

[blazerblock2]

Name: Jacov Steele
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Rank: Corporal
Physical Appearance: 5'9", brownish-red hair, grey-blue eyes, tanned skin.
Original SpecFor Division: Delta Force (not very creative, sorry.)
Previous RPs: many
Other*: Decent strength, has slight difficulty working in a team. Sharpshooter.

All slots are taken.  I'll let you know if one opens up.

[Ad Bot]

[morningstar]

All slots are taken.  I'll let you know if one opens up.

Now that you mention it, there's a chance that I won't be able to continue RPing starting this Friday.  Plethora will tell you if I can't. 

So Gojira, you might be able to join. 

[Comatose]

As the ground shakes, tea spills out of Martin's cup and onto his leg. "Merde!" He winces as the hot tea begins to burn his leg. "Somebody call de Wit back in."

[Watcher In The Myst]

Zoe takes an iPod from her bag and hooks it up to her AG-90, and pulls her helmet on, ignoring the shakes.

[blazerblock2]

Now that you mention it, there's a chance that I won't be able to continue RPing starting this Friday.  Plethora will tell you if I can't. 

So Gojira, you might be able to join. 

Just as the action's about to start.

also, there is no such rank as corporal in this rp

[Watcher In The Myst]

Zoe notices the ships, and bolts up, grabbing her helmet and her SG-58. She pulls the alarm lever and all the floodlights in the encampment turn on, all lights turn on in the buildings, and a red security light also flashes at each door. She pulls the emergency intercom from its socket in the wall of the tower and speaks into it. Her heavy Dutch accent rides on her voice. "Attention everyone, there are anomalies in the sky. It appears to be.. ships. I think they're Schlatter ships. There's lots of them in the sky." As the replaces the intercom in its slot, an air raid siren begins to blare around the camp. She pulls her SG-58 up and activates the IR scope, and puts it in the swivel mount on the tower. She watches the front gate closely.

[morningstar]

"Well guys, this is it.  Time to fight for our planet I guess.  Orders, Murray?"

[blazerblock2]

"What the f-" Muarry stops mid sentence, picking up his radio and walking to the door, "de Wit I hope for your sake you're not mistaken," he says, walking outside and looking up into the sky, a ship above casting an ominous shadow over the whole of Western Europe.  "Good god, Jesus, Mary and Joseph..." he says, dropping his radio.

e: god damnit morningstar

[Watcher In The Myst]

Zoe speaks into the wireless radio in the AG-90. "I do not lie, Field Officer."

[morningstar]

I would love to continue role-playing later if I have to leave.  Just have my character repositioned for some reason.  Anyway, my leaving isn't decimate, I just wanted to warn you.  


I also have to go to sleep.  Blazer, feel free to control my character temporarily since I won't be.  Don't kill him please. 

[blazerblock2]

Buchanan dies, rip.
"I knew it was inevitable, but not so soon..." Muarry says to himself.  "Men and women of the United Nations Joint Task Force, Seventeenth Squad.  Your orders are to say your prayers while you still can," he says, as he gently touches his forehead, chest, left shoulder, then right, quietly reciting the Lord's prayer.

Red flashes can be seen from the bottoms of ships everyhere as white trails streak across the skies from the red flashes.  They head straight for earth.  Jets race over the Brussels safe zone moments after.

[SWAT One]

Arthur walks up to Muarry, and taps him on the shoulder.  "Is there any way we could get a satellite view on the battlefield?"

[Watcher In The Myst]

Zoe swears in Dutch to herself, then speaks again. "I think we have Schlatters, friends." Kneeling down, she grips the SG-58 with one hand, the other on top of the scope. "Ja, we do."

[Jokey365]

"Can we panic yet?"

[blazerblock2]

Zoe swears in Dutch to herself, then speaks again. "I think we have Schlatters, friends." Kneeling down, she grips the SG-58 with one hand, the other on top of the scope. "Ja, we do."

Not quite.