Author Topic: Blockland Aces: The Cartelian War [On Base]  (Read 84875 times)



idk I just like Russian helmets better

"He's inside the terminal."

Blockguy, do your homework. Blackwater is an AWACS and my character's call sign is Tempest.


damnit

someone discuss something

how about you all rp as the people who are going to save haythem

would add some spice

how about you all rp as the people who are going to save haythem

would add some spice
ok
this character's gonna sacrifice himself to get Haythem out so i don't have 2 characters to worry about

Name: Jake Soloman
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Side (Cartelian (good guys) or Nerverak (enemy)): Cartelian
Piloting Style (Air to air, air to ground, multirole (both a/a and a/g)): neither
Personality: Badass.
Nickname*: Ace
Backstory*: He was in the Cartelian Air Force for 6 years and retired as a veteran pilot.
Picture*:

As I stand there with my crew, in full military spec-ops gear outside of the prison, in the black of night behind a large cargo truck.
"Lets go get Haythem." I move to the side, with 2 guard-turrets (or towers) in view. "Alright, take out both of the sentry's.
Two silenced shots whiz by, taking out both of them in one hit.
No sound.
We continue by the side of the prison, not making any sound.
"Stop." I say as we near the corner. I peer around the corner.
"Clear, move up." I whisper to my crew on the radio.
Two more turrets to take care of.
"Take out the sentry's."
Two clicks and they are dead. Still no noise.


We continue, doing the same process until we reach the gate of the prison.
"Alright. I need you two to form up on the left side. Me and the other 2 will form up on the right. I will plant the charges, got it?"
My team moves to their assigned side.
I move up to the center of the gate and place the charge.
"Breach to clear."
I hear a tick, and then a boom.
"The alarm has been sounded, go loud."
A flare flies up in the air.
My crew runs into the prison, identifying which is a guard and which is a prisoner. My crew takes out all of the guards.
We find Haythem.
(your turn, Swat 3)

uh you take out all of the armed guards in a most likely highly defended prison for POWs with a 5 man team

please try again, no offense

uh you take out all of the armed guards in a most likely highly defended prison for POWs with a 5 man team

please try again, no offense

you never siad why type of prison it was
but remember this team is highly trained, almost like seal team 6

don't make him sacrifice himself
just never play as him again after the mission's over, no need to kill him

don't make him sacrifice himself
just never play as him again after the mission's over, no need to kill him
oh
i thought i could have like
an epic ending scene where i get shot getting away and haythem survived but i guess not

you never siad why type of prison it was
but remember this team is highly trained, almost like seal team 6
still 5 men won't take down a stuff load of POW prison

what did you think it was a civilian prison with the common murderer?

still 5 men won't take down a stuff load of POW prison

what did you think it was a civilian prison with the common murderer?
idk
i guess you could say
"we held them off enough to find haythem"


"He's inside the terminal."
"Sp- Thanks man. The name is Marko, by the way."

I walk into the terminal. Most of the pilots have either just awoken, or are being awakened by their comrades, mumbling in complaint about their sorties for the day, or how they slept terribly.

Some other pilots direct me to the C/O. He spots me approaching him.

I snap to attention and salute, "Sir, lieutenant Mar-"
"Oh, yeah, you. I've been expecting you."
I drop the salute.
"Welcome to the 86th or.. Whatever. Your ground crew should be out shortly, get information from the other pilots. I don't have time to be talking."

He walks off down a hallway. I raise an eyebrow and shrug my shoulders. I walk back into the terminal common area and begin searching for pilots of the 86th.


"Sp- Thanks man. The name is Marko, by the way."

I walk into the terminal. Most of the pilots have either just awoken, or are being awakened by their comrades, mumbling in complaint about their sorties for the day, or how they slept terribly.

Some other pilots direct me to the C/O. He spots me approaching him.

I snap to attention and salute, "Sir, lieutenant Mar-"
"Oh, yeah, you. I've been expecting you."
I drop the salute.
"Welcome to the 86th or.. Whatever. Your ground crew should be out shortly, get information from the other pilots. I don't have time to be talking."

He walks off down a hallway. I raise an eyebrow and shrug my shoulders. I walk back into the terminal common area and begin searching for pilots of the 86th.


this time it's mark dont get confused

I look around, and I see an unfamiliar pilot.
"You lost?"