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On 12/12/2018 at 3:17 AM, Orwell said:
hello what you bastard son of bitc
you shut the hell your mouth you son of bastard bitch
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36 minutes ago, Tony said:
Also. If we're really in the business of getting rid of the word tank - A word so cursed that it makes even the most veteran marauder shudder - Then stop comparing it to Fallout's power armor. Here's why.
The marauders info thread literally has a power armor frame picture.
Edit; Why doesn't small arms pierce modern day armored fighting vehicles? It's bulletproof. You need heavy weapons. The marauders thread explicitly says small arms will not work and you need anti material rifles or rockets.
Armour :
While the Aegis Mark II suit is well-armoured, and can virtually brush off light-to-medium fire, heavy weapons (i.e emplacements or anti-material) will dent and eventually pierce the suit's plates with sustained fire. Likewise, the Aegis Mark II can survive light anti-personnel grenades and mines, but heavier anti-armour weapons can and will damage it.-
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All in all I think the past 2-3 weeks have been the best the marauders have been since their inception. Any old players are welcome to try and change my mind.
Not a single admin I've helped, or has helped me has expressed any form of concern about their hp levels or armor. If anything it serves as a gameplay gimmick to keep players from being run over by the 'bog swam' in a mission with lots of arachnids. If they do something stupid, me, Tony, Orwell and plenty of other admins are not afraid to event them getting injured - and I myself am not afraid to outright kill them for doing something ludicrous.
It's taken them 2 years to finally have a place in the server and now we're trying to change that. I think it's best to leave it alone in this case and keep things the same way they've been going. As both a player in the marauders and one of the most frequent mission runners in the past month, that's my two cents from my own first hand experience.
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I made some updates. Post if you want added.
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Courtesy of Lieutenant Vickers, I have been given a couple of creative ways to discipline troopers without the need to smack around, break bones or otherwise render members of the platoon combat ineffective. I encourage all non-commissioned officers to include these, or come up with their own machinations in lieu of beating up troopers who have done wrong. The majority care more about their image than their physical well-being. It will go further in the long run. At that, these are not exclusive and you're welcome to punish them as you see fit so long as it adheres to Federal law. - SSgt. Q. Caffrey
George the Discipline Gnome
Fuckups must carry the gnome at all times. Any thoughts or questions must be phrased as ‘George and I think…’ ‘George and I would like to know…’ etc. You are welcome to name your own items. Ex: Rob the shoe. Vincent the turtle.
Comrade in Arms
If the fuckup’s fuckup is centered around an object, that object must be accounted for as a member of the Mobile Infantry. They will require a military ID (crayon acceptable) and short biography which the fuckup must be able to recite on command.
Day Job
If the fuckup must prepare to take on another day job, their preparation for this new job must begin while in service. They may be preparing to be a dancer, or a garbage man, or a nurse. They will be made to practice this job around the ship.
Example, a fireman might be given a ‘cat’ they have to rescue from various situations.
A dancer might be made to practice their dancing before training sessions, while other members of the enlisted score them.
A fast food worker might be required to add ‘would you like fries with that?’ at the end of every conversation with a superior.
Patriotic Doorways
The fuckup must reassert their devotion to the Federation by shouting ‘MI ALL DAY EVERY DAY’ before going through any and all doorways.
Ambulance
Failure to respect medical’s contribution to the MI will require that the fuckup engages in all travel in the guise of an ambulance, shouting ‘NEE NAW NEE NAW.’
Tank
Failure to respect engineering’s contribution to the MI will require that the fuckup engages in all travel in the guise of a battle tank, making engine noises wherever they go, and stopping whenever they have to turn. If only turning their head, they may instead make a whirring noise to simulate a turret turning.
Correct Terminology
If the fuckup is unable to maintain correct use of standard MI terminology, all instances of ‘yes’ or similar will be replaced with ‘giddy up’, and all instances of ‘no’ or similar will be replaced with ‘whoa there lass’.
Mobile Noticeboard
If a fuckup’s issue is one of communication, they will learn the value of proper communication by wearing on their person a corkboard hung around their neck, which troopers are encouraged to stick notes to. The fuckup may in this way be used as a messenger for NCOs to pass along communiques.
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Gusteau - Yellow
Bellic - Blue
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Do I RP you and Cutter looking suspiciously similar???
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112th MOBILE INFANTRY (WASHINGTON D.C, [CIRCA DECEMBER, 2298])
At 0200 hours December 9th 2298, a crushing blow was landed against the Progenitor forces still occupying Earth. The 77th, the 21st and the 112th Mobile Infantry battalions in tangent with combatants from the 71st Air Cavalry Division set out to perform the impossible task of fighting back a Progenitor army nearly three times their size in the interest of defending the National Mall from hostile counterattack following the destruction of an aerial gun platform. Federation forces spearheaded by the 112th Mobile Infantry led an attack against the fortified city of Arlington, where they destroyed a Progenitor shield relay site, which proved vital to the operation.
With an enemy counteroffensive led against the UCF's staging ground located in the centre of Washington D.C, the aforementioned soldiers fought bravely in order to reclaim the territories which were lost in the push. With gruelling odds and limited support, the forces on the ground held out long enough for support to arrive, before proceeding onward to raise the Federal flag high above the city atop the Washington Monument, claiming the city rightly for the Federation.
Acting Commander of the operation Major Ingram Porter, working out of the forward headquarters gave a speech upon returning to the CV-748 'Euphrates';
"My fellow Citizens. Today we fought, bled and for some - died for the soil which was reclaimed for humanity. This will serve as naught but a foundation for our operations to reclaim our world, but it is a foundation upon which we will build our cities, our statues and the monuments of our heroes; Our fallen brothers and sisters. I served in the original attack, I fought with courage in my heart when the late Sky Marshall John Hudson promised we would retake our world.
It is in his memory that we fought today. It is in his memory that we raised our flag above one of our beloved cities. It is in his memory that we will kill every single alien with the gall to walk our lands of yore. I promise you friends, brothers, men and women of the Federation! It is the late Winston Churchill's words which shall guide us to victory in this quest; We shall go on to the end. We shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.
We will fight until the end. Some will die so that others may live. Such is our duty. Such is our obligation when it comes to defending the bodied politic of our great empire. We will fight, we will win; And if you should find yourself alone, riding in the green fields with the sun on your face and stalks of wheat between your fingertips. Do not be troubled, dear friends; You will know peace, for you are in Elysium."
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE!?
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SNAPSHOT COURTESY OF NOVEMBER-1-4.
TARGET BUILDING; ARLINGTON COURTHOUSE.
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WARNING ORDER
PRIORITY
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31st Morita Regiment (Mechanized)
112th Battalion
A Co.
1 PL.
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22:30 Federal Standard (11:30 PM GMT / 6:30 EST tonight)
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Submission #1.
Change my mind.
Change the server name from Starship Troopers to Waifu Warriors.
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Snapshot from GOLIATH 5-1. MORAN PLUS-DELTA (CIRCA 30/11/98)
PRIORITY INTERCEPT
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ENCRYPTION KEY NOVEMBER
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LEGEND:
MOBCOMM: MC
DAGGER-TWO-ONE: D21
BEGIN RADIO TRANSCRIPT
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[Shouting fills the background of the priority speaker's message. Gunfire, explosions. Likely crowd.]
D21: "Mobcomm, Mobcomm! This is Dagger-Two-One! Priority alert, acknowedge, over!"
MC: "Two-One, Mobcomm; Send traffic, over."
D21: "Two-One is requesting -- son of a bitch! McLaughlin! McLau--"
[Dagger-Two-One stops speaking following an explosion.]
MC: "Dagger-Two-One, repeat last, over."
[Forty-Seven seconds of silence from the speaker. Background noise continues.]
MC: "Two-One, Mobcomm; radio check. Over."
D21: (Distant) "James, James - Ethan's gone! No! He's got no goddamn head! Go grab the radio and get us some goddamn air support! No! I don't know who the fuck's shooting at us, just get on the goddamn --"
[Explosion, pause in speaking. A new voice picks up on behalf of DAGGER.]
D21: "Mobcomm! Our fuckin' radioman's down - listen, we need some -- (Sergeant, I need a medic up here!) (What!?) ...-port to my contact coordinates! How co- (I said get the goddamn medic up here!) (Oh my God - oh my God the bone's out!) - over!"
MC: "You've got a lot going on, on your end Two-One. Say again, over."
D21: "I said we need some goddamn air sup-.. (Mama! Oh God - oh my Go-..) - to my contact coordinates! [Screaming] We're at the motherfuckin' embassy, you pull us out or we're not comin' home!"
MC: "Understood, Two-One. Advise you hold position and await contact from EPSILON-TWO, a friendly Skyhook being detached. Acknowledge, over."
D21: "Negative, Mobcomm, negative! We cannot hold, they've got us surrounded! We -"
[A pause.]
D21: "-- Mobcomm says to waste 'em all, top! Civs and combatants. They're tellin' me to fire into the crowd!"
MC: "Negative Two-One! Negative! Do NOT engage noncombatants! I repeat, do NOT engage noncombatants! Over!"
(You heard the man! Open fire! Open fire! Waste these sonsa' bitches!)
[Gunfire intensifies.]
[No further contact from DAGGER.]
MC: "Dagger-Two-One! Do you copy, over!?"
MC: "Dagger-Two-One, respond! Over!"
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END TRANSMISSION
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BARACHIAN NINE CIVIL UNREST
GENERAL MONTGOMERY DECLARES MARTIAL LAW
PLANETARY GARRISON AUTHORIZED LETHAL FORCE
BLOCKADE LIFT TALKS
MOBILE INFANTRY DEPLOYED UNDER STRICT ROE
COLONIST, FRIEND OR FOE!?
Chaos remains in the ruins of Moran as the Arachnid spread is contained, yet not eradicated. General Montgomery talks of lifting the quarantine, yet restricts supporting forces to strict rules of engagement regarding protestors and rioters, as well as the restriction of imported goods. Sources claim that what began as peaceful protests have turned into massive public outrage. Violent confrontation with Mobile Infantry personnel has been reported, albeit remains unaccredited. FEDNET personnel have been denied landing clearance for reasons left unspecified by the Colonial Government.
Eighty-Four-Hundred or more people remain within the ruined capital, more than half of which seek refuge from their own government. An official decree from the Department of Home Relations has been made public; "We will not allow lawlessness and savagery to claim the streets of our nation. My men are doing exactly what they need to in order to bring peace back to Moran, and soon, the rest of our colony. Fret not; Friends, Colleagues, Citizens and Civilians. Barachian-Nine will rise again. Once-more will it stand proud as a prosperous people. Report the suspicious activity of your neighbors. Report recklessness. Together, we will stand strong against this group of oligarchic rebels, and drive the Arachnids form our own little corner of the galaxy.
We are the people. We will prosper; Together."
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Uedd pglf. Pivhvivfeh etgmunbu KYA. Kkvyl cprusb. Uuipqeieua ccjidkto wqvh WOTFEDEIILU.
Trvq lfyx. Ceuunvrerz rpfzmaxt XQN. Gjiqy yoemfx. Thacmdvwhw bpbvzjgg jmuu OBPERVREHYM.
Send help. Pathfinder elements KIA. Civil unrest. Suspicious activity with GOLDENEAGLE.
TRANSMISSION END.
( @J. Jordan )
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It's been 10 hours. You all get the same hint;
The cipher style is in double vigenere. Good luck.
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[Priority Broadcast Intercept. Frequency encryption key NOVEMBER.]
Hello E*GENE. I b*t you figured I was dead by now, huh? Well let me tell you something; I'm not. I'm still here on this *ead end planet. So many people have *ied in the past few days that it's actually unbelievable. I suppose that's a *retty grim way to start off a letter, but ah who cares. You're probably off *olfing anyways, right? Fun in the sun and all that good shit. You've had *ife made in the shade ever since you got your proper citizenship. I miss you, man. Who'd have thought the end of my days would be in some God-forsaken rock - but hey, at least now I'm the bailif*. Nick got the radio working, but all it will play is an old *rince cassette. P*ece of trash, I say.
I can't say that I'm *ery hopeful about the entire situation, it's kind of bleak and I often dream of *ome. I'*e been gett*ng *ery tired lately, I think the *ood shortages are starting to really screw m* up. Winter'll be *ere soon, it's getting really cold with all of the dust kickups. I'm not sure if we'll get any kind of r*lief, but a* least I've got the do*, right? Kidding. The bitch took the*utt, too when she took the ho*se. I wonder often if this message is being sent *owhere, but I'm un*elievably lonely. Yo* of all people should understand that one, little brother.
*ids are doing fine, I hope. *ou know, I think that *lexander should be reaching the *iev ruins soon on Eastern Terra. He wrote me not too long ago, his unit's pushing up and crac*ing hard into the progs. Somewhere in that *acinity, anywa*s. At *east he's not here with the rest of us. What a *rushing blow that would be, *lus I think it's actually warm there this time of year. At least - *emotely, to some degree. Do yo* think that *omeone will eventually come for us, *ecause I'm getting to the last of my battery life. Barachian-Nine. *topia my ass. Yo* can't even get half way down the street now w*thout some *iss-ant thug coming to rough you up.
It's been a long time since we heard from station Quebec. I'm sorry if I'm s*uabbling a little her*, *t's just, I've been h*aring noises o*tside *lot. At first I thought it was just a *oinciden*e, but this is no *oke. I've been doing a lot of think*ng while we're waiting for someone to come *ig us out. I've been thin*ing i* *ver and *hen I finally get out of here, I'm just going to *ash my hands of this whole goddamn thing. They'll *uestion my decision, probably. But then I'll just gi*e them the trut*. I hate bugs.
*est of us is the ocean. *ver to the North is more ocean. *rust me when I say, the *ederation doesn't care about this place. *ven with this whole quarantine? *oesn't seem like it's helping us any more than it is hurting us. *ver wonder about their motives? * do. * don't even know where *eanne went. *nfortunately, I don't think I ever will.
SpoilerEverything you need has been enclosed with this post.
(If you reply, do it in a forum PM so you don't spoil it.)
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Spoiler
"The most outlandish one has got to be without a doubt, the B-9 psychological warfare. Because it was really stupid.."
September 21st, 2294
Outskirts of Moran, Endoran Territory, Barachian-Nine
Operation SCORPION
Yael Avraham, Corporal
Van and Bronson sat in the front of the jeep, heads bobbing along to the music that they had blaring over their loudspeaker. Troops operating in the red zones of the Endoran and Verona territories were told to start utilizing psychological warfare tactics against their enemies. As such, Games and Theory came up with the brilliant idea of blaring propaganda to their opposition. Lieutenant Bronson decided to follow this directive, albeit with a little coaxing from Van and Keira, went about it in a different way.
" ♫ Well she's the best girl I've ever had!" Van bellowed aloud, banging his hands against the steering wheel as they drove through the rural areas just outside of the capital. Pomeroy gripped a spare magazine and held it up to his face as if simulating a microphone. "I fought the law and the, law won! I fought the law and the, law won! ♫" He then passed it over to Yael during the instrumental bit. She picked it up during the next verse. "Robbin' people with a, six gun! I fought the law, and the-- g'oh, motherfucker!" she cried as a round smashed into the windshield, the muzzle flash visible from a small farmhouse not too terribly far off. The indent of the bullet stopped by the defensive screen was right in the middle of Van's face. He would have had a really bad day, if it weren't for the beautiful machinations of bulletproof glass.
"Open up on 'em! Give 'em hell! DeVantos, keep the vic' moving!" Bronson hollared as Van ducked down, barely peeking over the wheel now as he continued to drive. Keira opened up with the MG, tearing into the old wooden building with explosive autocannon rounds. It decimated the structure clean after naught but a few long bursts, a hundred and fifty or so rounds. "You like that, you hodji' motherfucker!?" the woman up on the gun screamed over the music blaring. Yael and Garry caught a glimpse of some fellow, half-dressed hauling ass through the cornfield out back.
"Let's go get that som'bitch!" Van suggested.
"I like the way you think, Corporal," Bronson replied.
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Credit to this retard for the bio format.
Love u
GENERAL INFORMATION
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Name: Logan MacNamara
Alias(es): N/ARank:
- Lance Corporal - 71st Mobile Infantry (Formerly)
- Third Specialist - 3rd Marauder Detachment (Formerly)
- Third Specialist - 13th Marauder Detachment
Age: 31
Hometown: Queens, New York, Terra
Affiliation: Mobile Infantry
Specialization: Marauder
Psychic Affinity: NoneAwards Granted:
- Purple Heart
- Mobile Infantry Veterancy Ribbon (2yr)
FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS
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Father: Vincent MacNamara (Deceased)
Mother: Elaine MacNamara (Deceased)
Siblings: George MacNamaraPHYSICAL INFORMATION
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Gender: Male
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 227lbs
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Cybernetics: N/APSYCHOLOGICAL INFORMATION
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Alignment: Neutral Good
Personality Type: ENTP-A
Strengths: Lax, Strong-Willed, Street-Smart, Practical, Independent.
Weaknesses: Pessimistic, Jaded, Reckless, Emotionally Unavailable, Bullheaded.
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
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+ The Jack: Versatile and compatible with most styles of leadership, Logan is at least half way decent at most things that he does, be-it inside or outside of the suit. Comparing himself often to a multi-tool, Specialist MacNamara has a tendency to 'fit the bill' wherever he's placed, be-it as a point-man, a rear-guardsman or anywhere in between.
- Big Man, Big Suit: Logan finds himself being the type of man with the personal philosophy mirroring that of the cores values of the Federation; One to believe that 'force breeds force', the Marauder holds himself to the ideology that 'any situation you can punch your way out of, is not a bad one'. He is no great tactician, he is no mastermind. He is a man with a really heavy suit, a really big gun, and a desire to obliterate 'bad guys'.
+ I've Been Here Before: Having been serving for nearly half of a decade, the general principalities of 'soldiering' have been instilled within him. MacNamara is no stranger to the hardships, as well as the good times that come with being a mobile infantryman. He has 'been there, done that' before and finds himself prepared to do it all over again.
- One To Talk: Big man, big mouth. Logan has a tendency to speak his mind, for better or for worse. This is not to be confused with insubordination. Despite being short-viewed and idealistic, Logan knows his place.
CHARACTER PLAYLIST
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Second-Wave Meteors Obliterate Moran, Igrasse and Bennet's Post.
Barachian-Nine Calls For Federal Intervention.
Governor Rona Jane MacCready Resigns.
Control Bugs Invoke Quarantine.
Ruins of Moran, capital of Barachian-Nine.
Barachian-Nine pleads for Federal intervention following a blockade of the planet after control bugs have begun to infest the BCT-311 'Charles .S. Rutherford' during an effort to evacuate displaced personnel. A quarantine has been placed on all traffic coming on and off-world, causing public outcry as a result of Federation troops abstaining from deploying en-masse. Governor MacCready has accepted personal responsibility for the enactment, having resigned hours after the evacuation of the capital city of Moran.
Footage taken from ARCHANGEL-04 and 02.
Second-wave meteorites strike North and South hemispheres, obliterating the capital of Moran and the remaining chunk of the Northern populace. Fednet would like to take a moment to commemorate the loss of two journalists, as well as the denizens of the colony. Many flustered citizens were caught in the crossfire during an attempted evacuation. Hundreds of thousand are left dead, wounded estimates are still being calculated at this time. Barachian-Nine's government has officially been taken over by Brigadier General Leeroy Montgomery, a career officer serving as commander of the planetary garrison.
Footage of Fednet reporter Loraine Simmons and cameraman Joseph Swede moments before losing contact.
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[RADIO TRANSCRIPT - STATION ZB-491]
in Archives
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PSYCHIC DETENTION CENTRE ZULU-BRAVO-FOUR-NINER-ONE
BETA HYDRI SECTOR
Captain, Captain I can't see!
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Hold fast! Ritchie, call command. Right now.
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Cap - Oh fuckin' hell!
[Gunfire erupts]
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Ritchie! Get ahold of yourself! There's nothing on the scanners, you're alone down there. You --
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*Unintelligible*
[Gunfire]
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They're comin' outta' the goddamn walls!
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[Banging]
Who's out there!?
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They've all lost it, Captain! You've got to - you've got to open the door!
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I'm afraid I can't do that, Lieutenant.
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