Post by Jiang on Jul 15, 2008 12:14:42 GMT -5
[Rules:
1: No God-Modding or Uber-powerful chars. No-one's invinicble, after all.
2: Introduce random baddies to shoot any time any time you want to. You can control up to an entire 10-man squad of enemy infantry at any time.
3: Magic isn't allowed. Mythical creatures aren't allowed. The ONLY exception to this rule are Vampires, and Vamp chars are only allowed with my express permission.
4: Try to avoid extreme descriptions of violence. And not a whole lot of cussing, plz.]
Date: July 4Th, 2035 AD
Location: New York
Factions:
Independent North American Alliance [The IAA. It's Comrpised of the nations of Canada, the USA, and Mexico.]
The Eurasian Empire. [Comprised of every nation in Europe and Asia, save for the now-united Korea, Japan, and Germany]
Situation: The War started nearly seven years ago. The CIES launched a massive, unprovoked nuclear strike against the IAA. While the IAA's ancient but still functional anti-ballistic missile systems managed to down many of the inbound missiles, three slipped through. The first leveled Mexico City. The second missile struck Ontario. The last missile razed Washington DC in a nuclear inferno.
Barely a hour later, hundreds of thousands of Imperial Transport Jumpjets filled the skys over the IAA, dropping their deadly payloads of Shock Troops directly into Alliance citys. The Shock Troopers expected to find a woefully unprepared and terrified populace, who would easily bend to their will. Instead, what they found were mobs of angry citizens, who stayed their attack by fortifying their homes and fending off the Imperial Soldiers with rifle and shotgun fire, giving their own soldiers time to rally.
The first IAA divisions were deployed about two hours after the first enemy waves hit. They met with great sucess on the battlefield, driving the Imperials out many of the cities they had airdropped into. However, by this time, Imperial Heavy Dropships started bringing in highly modernised, heavily armoured, and up-gunned T-80 Tanks, fresh from the tank factories in Russia. The fresh support helped the Imperials to fight off the determined Alliance Soldiers, and claim most of the Eastern Seaboard. However, the Western parts of the IAA proved to be the most stubborn of fighters, and didn't give the Imperials a single inch of ground past the Mississipi River. The fighting only intensified as mobilized IAA divisions and freshly landed Imperial divisions rolled towards the new front line of the war: The Mississpi. Nearly two years passed as a hundred-mile strip of land to the east of the Mississipi changed hands repeatedly, until a decisive tactical nuclear strike from the Alliance crippled Imperial forces in the area. With the path cleared, Alliance M1A3 Abrams MBT's rolled through the Imperial Defensive line, and headed straight for the East Coast.
The fighting for the eastern coast was hard, long, and brutal. It took the Alliance forces nearly four more years to push through the enemy lines and reach the occupied city of New York. However, they hit a snag. A brilliant enemy counteroffensive cut them off from their supply lines, and left them surrounded on all sides by a unpleasent mix of the sea and countless legions of Imperial soldiers. Now, about 10 months after having set foot in the city and of having fought off attack after attack, the few remaining Marines in the city, with only a few days of ammuntion, fuel, and food left, have received news from the Alliance High Command: Hold out for ten days, and nearly half a million reinforcements will punch a hole through the enemy defensive lines around New York and relieve the weary Marines within the city. But holding out that long is gonna be hard, especially with the three companys of enemy soldiers marching into the city to finish off the hundred or so Marines left alive...
Staff Sergeant Tobias Carver took a deep breath to steady his nerves as he rested his gloved hand on the cool steel handle of the old door. He was inside a abandoned hospital in the center of New York City, and was alone after the other three marines who had been with him had been taken out by a Imperial Assault Dropship. He checked the 40 round magazine in his HK416, made sure his rifle had a round in the chamber and that the safety was off, then he slowly opened the double door and stepped into the large, dark room. It was about 60 feet long by 60 feet wide by 10 feet tall, and was filled with shelves containing everything from medical equipment to medkits to tanks filled with the new wonder drug, a lumniscent blue gel-like substance called RegenX, which allowed even the gravest of wounds to heal in a matter of minutes or hours. The miracle gel could even regenerate limbs and fully repair badly damaged organs, given enough time.
The Marine slowly walked over to the ten 8 foot high and 4 foot round storage tanks, filled with gallons of the very thing the medics back at the makeshift base in the subways needed. He tapped the comms button on his radio's headset, activiating the unit. "Underdog, this is Charlie One-Five. I have ten large tanks of 'Blue Wonder'. What are your orders, over?"
Ten seconds passed, and no response came from Underdog, one of the mission directors located back at base. "Underdog, this is Charlie One-Five, please respond." He said, glancing over his shoulder at the two doors to the storage room. Then, finally, Underdog came back. "Charlie One-Five, this is Underdog. Hold your position, we're sending a truck and some muscle to recover that precious cargo. But first I need you to make absolutely sure that your location and the Gopher Hole is secure. Oh, and maintain radio silence until your objective is complete. Over and Out."
Gopher Hole... That was our code-word for the nearest Subway entrance. I hated the D@mn subways. The Imps love ambushing us every time we go down a unsecured one. To make matters worse, I'm on my own, and my infantry RegenX dispenser is only half-full. I can treat myself maybe three more times, tops. I need some help if I'm gonna make it through today...
Tobias banished his thoughts from his mind, shouldered his rifle, and left the room. He'd secure the hospital first, then go check on the subway. Hopefully, the area will be devoid of life, like most of the city is... But with his luck, that won't be the case.
1: No God-Modding or Uber-powerful chars. No-one's invinicble, after all.
2: Introduce random baddies to shoot any time any time you want to. You can control up to an entire 10-man squad of enemy infantry at any time.
3: Magic isn't allowed. Mythical creatures aren't allowed. The ONLY exception to this rule are Vampires, and Vamp chars are only allowed with my express permission.
4: Try to avoid extreme descriptions of violence. And not a whole lot of cussing, plz.]
Date: July 4Th, 2035 AD
Location: New York
Factions:
Independent North American Alliance [The IAA. It's Comrpised of the nations of Canada, the USA, and Mexico.]
The Eurasian Empire. [Comprised of every nation in Europe and Asia, save for the now-united Korea, Japan, and Germany]
Situation: The War started nearly seven years ago. The CIES launched a massive, unprovoked nuclear strike against the IAA. While the IAA's ancient but still functional anti-ballistic missile systems managed to down many of the inbound missiles, three slipped through. The first leveled Mexico City. The second missile struck Ontario. The last missile razed Washington DC in a nuclear inferno.
Barely a hour later, hundreds of thousands of Imperial Transport Jumpjets filled the skys over the IAA, dropping their deadly payloads of Shock Troops directly into Alliance citys. The Shock Troopers expected to find a woefully unprepared and terrified populace, who would easily bend to their will. Instead, what they found were mobs of angry citizens, who stayed their attack by fortifying their homes and fending off the Imperial Soldiers with rifle and shotgun fire, giving their own soldiers time to rally.
The first IAA divisions were deployed about two hours after the first enemy waves hit. They met with great sucess on the battlefield, driving the Imperials out many of the cities they had airdropped into. However, by this time, Imperial Heavy Dropships started bringing in highly modernised, heavily armoured, and up-gunned T-80 Tanks, fresh from the tank factories in Russia. The fresh support helped the Imperials to fight off the determined Alliance Soldiers, and claim most of the Eastern Seaboard. However, the Western parts of the IAA proved to be the most stubborn of fighters, and didn't give the Imperials a single inch of ground past the Mississipi River. The fighting only intensified as mobilized IAA divisions and freshly landed Imperial divisions rolled towards the new front line of the war: The Mississpi. Nearly two years passed as a hundred-mile strip of land to the east of the Mississipi changed hands repeatedly, until a decisive tactical nuclear strike from the Alliance crippled Imperial forces in the area. With the path cleared, Alliance M1A3 Abrams MBT's rolled through the Imperial Defensive line, and headed straight for the East Coast.
The fighting for the eastern coast was hard, long, and brutal. It took the Alliance forces nearly four more years to push through the enemy lines and reach the occupied city of New York. However, they hit a snag. A brilliant enemy counteroffensive cut them off from their supply lines, and left them surrounded on all sides by a unpleasent mix of the sea and countless legions of Imperial soldiers. Now, about 10 months after having set foot in the city and of having fought off attack after attack, the few remaining Marines in the city, with only a few days of ammuntion, fuel, and food left, have received news from the Alliance High Command: Hold out for ten days, and nearly half a million reinforcements will punch a hole through the enemy defensive lines around New York and relieve the weary Marines within the city. But holding out that long is gonna be hard, especially with the three companys of enemy soldiers marching into the city to finish off the hundred or so Marines left alive...
Staff Sergeant Tobias Carver took a deep breath to steady his nerves as he rested his gloved hand on the cool steel handle of the old door. He was inside a abandoned hospital in the center of New York City, and was alone after the other three marines who had been with him had been taken out by a Imperial Assault Dropship. He checked the 40 round magazine in his HK416, made sure his rifle had a round in the chamber and that the safety was off, then he slowly opened the double door and stepped into the large, dark room. It was about 60 feet long by 60 feet wide by 10 feet tall, and was filled with shelves containing everything from medical equipment to medkits to tanks filled with the new wonder drug, a lumniscent blue gel-like substance called RegenX, which allowed even the gravest of wounds to heal in a matter of minutes or hours. The miracle gel could even regenerate limbs and fully repair badly damaged organs, given enough time.
The Marine slowly walked over to the ten 8 foot high and 4 foot round storage tanks, filled with gallons of the very thing the medics back at the makeshift base in the subways needed. He tapped the comms button on his radio's headset, activiating the unit. "Underdog, this is Charlie One-Five. I have ten large tanks of 'Blue Wonder'. What are your orders, over?"
Ten seconds passed, and no response came from Underdog, one of the mission directors located back at base. "Underdog, this is Charlie One-Five, please respond." He said, glancing over his shoulder at the two doors to the storage room. Then, finally, Underdog came back. "Charlie One-Five, this is Underdog. Hold your position, we're sending a truck and some muscle to recover that precious cargo. But first I need you to make absolutely sure that your location and the Gopher Hole is secure. Oh, and maintain radio silence until your objective is complete. Over and Out."
Gopher Hole... That was our code-word for the nearest Subway entrance. I hated the D@mn subways. The Imps love ambushing us every time we go down a unsecured one. To make matters worse, I'm on my own, and my infantry RegenX dispenser is only half-full. I can treat myself maybe three more times, tops. I need some help if I'm gonna make it through today...
Tobias banished his thoughts from his mind, shouldered his rifle, and left the room. He'd secure the hospital first, then go check on the subway. Hopefully, the area will be devoid of life, like most of the city is... But with his luck, that won't be the case.