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  1. Stories of a broken man

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    Entry Four - Crimson

     

    I gripped my right thigh with a vice like grip and my vision swam as I looked at the giant hole that went through it. "GAWD!" I called up to the ceiling as I looked up at it. It hurt like nothing I can remember and it was so bad that it turned the edges of my vision black. The blood poured out between my gloved fingers and there was little I could do to stop the bleeding. I rocked back and forth, and side to side as the pain overtook me and I cried. I cried so hard that the sobs were easily heard by medics nearby and the looks on their faces showed nothing. Like this is something they have seen a thousand, maybe a million times. The pain; How do I stop the pain? That God damn bug came out of my blind spot and stabbed me right through the thigh like a hot knife through butter. Blood continued to splatter on the floor like water from an overfilled sink around me as Medics worked on wounds from other Troopers. Other screams, and sobbing clamoured together with my own making it sound like a childs daycare filled with needy kids. One of the Medics finished up with a case that looked much worse than my own, and jogged over to my table pulling it towards the bed. I never got to ask her name, and I definitely never got to see her again because she shot me up so full of anesthetics I passed out. I woke days later in a tank floating softly while machines pinched the flesh of my leg together. It still hurt like crazy, but at least the pain had subsided to manageable levels. The thoughts of all the blood, and the screaming still ran through my mind like a screaming child running down a hallway. I shook from the drugs, and the terror that assaulted me for most of my ordeal. The bugs are no joke, and I am lucky to be alive.

  2. Stories of a broken man

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    Entry Three - Yellowjackets

     

    The screeches of the bugs are what were the worst. The sound of angry, and impending doom that rushed at you with only the intent to rip you apart like a rag doll standing in the way of a farming combine. The wall of the installation I stood on was made of good strong steel but it might as well be paper to these massive insects. They ripped, and tore at the fortifications if they got too close making holes they can squeeze through, and attack the Troopers and Civilians inside. The horrors of what they had done to the Troopers who were caught out in the open, and could not make it back to the installation still to this day haunt me. The screams of the Troopers made as the Arachnids took no time stabbing, and ripping them into bloody pieces stuck in my dreams for months. Not even the clacking of Morita's or the screams of anger, and hatred of the other men around me could bring me out of my fear. It was only when my Corporal slammed his Morita into my helmet and told me to "Stop gawking." did I raise my rifle, and start returning fire at the bugs. Bug limbs blew off the group I was firing at sending green tendrils of blood, and ichor into the air then dramatically splatter across the red blood on the round like paint. It might have been a beautiful mural if not for the face that men, and bugs died for it. The vibrations of my rifle started to make my hands go numb, and reloading became difficult as fingers that had no feeling in them fumbled with the new magazines from my webbing. "Shit!" I screamed at myself as I recovered the magazine, and slammed it into my weapon. "Come on Rookie! Get your head out of your ass!" The Corporal screamed at me again; Always at me. Such a fuck up. I pulled the charging handle back and continued the fight blasting away pieces of the bugs before finding the so called "Sweet Spot." the veterans call it. The nerve stem was the perfect target that put down Bugs easy, and quickly. But it was hard to hit when they were flailing at you with limbs that cut through you like knives. The bodies of the bugs started to bunch up under me and bugs that were still alive started to climb up them just to get at the Troopers on the wall and I felt my stomach lurch at that thought. I was shoved to the side during my reverie, and a man carrying a long tube with a rocket on the end stepped up into my position. "Clear back blast!" he called out, and the Corporal cleared him. He aimed that massive tube out towards the bugs, and fired the silvery rocket towards the enemy. What I later learned is that in the distance there was something called a "Bug Hole" that the bugs were pouring out of in the side of the mountain. The rocket slid inside that hole as if it was a virgin on prom night, and detonated deep inside. The ground shook from the explosion and dust kicked up making it seem like we were in a dust storm for a while. We mopped up what bugs were left, and set in for the rest of the night to wait out what stragglers would come looking.

  3. Stories of a broken man

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    Entry Two - a fight to remember

     

    I looked up into the eyes of the large Seperatist and I dared him to try something. The man was a relative mound of muscle, and hatred for me; I could tell from the start that this man was going to be a problem. "All of you are here today to be questioned about your so called.. Insurrection against the Federation." I walked up and down the line of dirty prisoners looking each over as if I was a Sergeant looking over his Troopers. "Each of you will tell me something I need to know, or so help me God you will learn of the consequences of keeping it from me." I returned back to the largest of the group,and as I did with each of the groups brought in I motioned to him with my left hand. "Release this man." The Trooper at the back of the line rushed over to clip the mans zip tie from his wrists with a multi tool. The mans arms came around in front of him and he rubbed at the spots where his wrists were secured. The man eyed me like a predator who had found his prey, and I smirked at him. "What is this?" he said and looked down the line again at his comrades in arms before looking back at me. "I will not talk." He decided to solidify his defiance in front of me, and his comrades. I could see they were easily bolstered by his defiance and much like each other line that came through this prison.. I made an example of each. "Whats your name son?" I asked him kindly. "Mort." he said with a gutteral accent. "Hello Mort, its a pleasure to meet you. Mort, you seem like a reasonable man so I want to make a deal with you." I tilted my head, and squinted my eyes up at him in a contemplative manner. "What deal?" he said again in his deep voice. "If you can kill me right now in a man to man fight you will all be released. However if you should fail.. well.. You die." Mort began to laugh loudly almost like a man who had been told the funniest joke he had ever heard. "I will throttle you, and then I will toss your body in front of your men." I looked down the line of his comrades and say they were all smiling, and nodding as if this was assured for them. I looked back up at the man again with no emotion on my face. "Very well, step out of line." I stepped away from him and removed my black armor, and black beret handing them to the Trooper who was with me; When I turned back the man had his shirt off to show off his large muscled body. I still offered the same flat look I had given him before with no emotion, or give away. I widened my stance, and put my hands up in front of me the robotics of my left hand whirred softly as I did. He decided to make the first move, and charged at me much like a bull did and raised his right arm up, and back going for a haymaker towards my skull. I saw this coming a mile away, and I stepped into his charge raising both of my hands up. I struck him hard with bladed hands to his right peck, and the bicep of his right arm. Essentially the man found himself spinning to the floor unable to stop his motion, or his momentum. I looked down at him with a raised brow, and he roared at me in defiance pushing himself up to his feet again. This time he was more cautious and stepped towards me with fists raised. He took a quick jab at me which I stepped away from; a move he repeated a few times before trying his luck. He stepped into the attack this time so I could not duck away however what he did not see coming, or what he will never see coming was my attack. I ducked under the strike, and slammed my left fist into his solar plexis, and my right hand struck him square in the stomach knocking the wind from him. I turned quickly, and kicked out his right knee making him kneel in front of me; I stepped up on that knee grabbing the wrist of the hand he threw at me, wrapped my legs around his throat, and took him spinning down to the dirt ground. I choked him for several moments before I first broke his arm, and then subsequently.. His neck. I stood up brushing myself off and took my uniform from the Trooper. As I was putting it on I looked up at the gaping, and defeated faces of the mans comrades. One of them was brave enough to speak. "Who are you?" I looked him straight in the face. You can call me Young.

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  4. Stories of a broken man

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    Entry One - There are no Athiests in Foxholes

     

    An explosion rocked me off my feet sending me careening to the wooden slat floor of my trench. I grunted, and looked up as dirt and other debris landed on my helmet, face and body. I blinked up into the sky and watched as the clouds in the night sky were quickly lit up by the explosions that rocked the battle field around me. Tremors from those explosions could be felt for miles through the dirt. I raised my hand up in front of my face to block out the clumps of dirt that fell on me from the explosion. "Get up, Private! You think this is bad? Wait will we get into the City!" A Corporal I did not know screamed at me from down the trench. I put my hands down on the floor of my Trench, and pushed myself up to my feet. My Morita dangled from my sling in front of my chest as I stumbled forwards putting my hands on side of the wall. "Son of a-" Another explosion landed in the trench a hundred and fifty meters to my right. I could hear the screams of Troopers, the calls for Medics, and the frequent orders of NCO's. I gripped my rifle with both hands, and raised it up over the lip of my Trench. I brought my right hand back up to my eyes to rub at some dirt that got in them trying to clear my vision. Down no mans land I could see the enemy clamouring out of their trenches firing rifles, and shotguns towards my position. Rounds bounced around my position kicking up dirt, and splinters of wood as they hit my fortifications. I aimed my rifle at a silhouette of an enemy soldier, and squeezed the trigger of my rifle. It clacked loudly as it sent a burst towards the black outline in the distance. The sickening sound of bullets hitting cloth, and flesh were easily desernable from other battle field sounds, and the Silhouette fell backwards into the mud; I never saw it get back up again. "Good shooting Private, don't let up! Pour it on 'em!" I turned to look at the dirty face of the Corporal beside me, and then back down the iron sights of my Morita. I moved to the next silhouette, and then the next, and the next. My weapon continues to clack out rounds towards the silhouettes and the flash of my muzzle fire lit up the area around me for seconds at a time. I guess this is what I get for signing up right? I continued to squeeze my trigger until my rifle clicked, and I had to slam a fresh magazine into it. I pulled back the charging handle, and continues to sight new targets engaging them with the deadly precision that was beat into me during basic. All the while I thought to myself "Let God sort them out.."

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  8. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    2 hours ago, Demographit said:
    IC:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: David Pearce
     
    Physical
    Age: 18
    Race: White
    Gender: Male
    Eye Color: (Assorted) One eye blue and the other hazel.
    Hair Color: Brown
    Height: 5,11
    Weight: 170
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Pvt
    Educational History: High School- Percival High School- GPA= 4.33
    Criminal Record: No Criminal Records. All Clean.
    Employment History: I.T Specialist
    Service Record:
    - Enlistment: 2295
    - Recruit to Private: 2295
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: N/A
    Server Time: 5-6 hours I believe.
    Roleplay History: 2 years of roleplay history, being on countless rp servers. Many being Star wars, Halo, Military, but Star Ship Troopers being my first
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    Approved,

     

    Speak to a Senior Specialist for induction.

     

    Lieutenant Bradley Zero

  12. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    11 hours ago, Fitz said:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: May Belle Fitzgerald
     
    Physical
    Age: 20
    Race: Caucasian 
    Gender: Female
    Eye Color: Hazel
    Hair Color: Brunette
    Height: 5'5''
    Weight: 108 lb
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Pfc.
    Educational History: High School degree.
    Criminal Record: None.
    Employment History: None.
    Service Record: (Previous ranks, positions, or commendations or other notable marks.) None.
     
    OOC:
    Server Time: (Estimate) A few days.
    Roleplay History: (Brief) A few years. Been manager of three role-play servers, most of my time being in 40k RP. Some notable IC positions I've held would be Oberfuhrer of a WWII RP, General on a 40k RP, and Surgeon Major on another 40k RP. 

    Denied due to weight restrictions.

     

    Engineer equipment on the sapper level is half the weight of the character. With an M55 and rockets as well as rifle and ammunition you are looking at close to carrying the whole characters weight on your back.

     

    Young, Travis

    Lieutenant

    Engineering Detachment

     

     

  13. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    On 2017-12-26 at 7:16 PM, Franz that meme said:
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    IC:
    Combat Engineer Division Application of Interest
     
    Name: Karl Kuhn
     
    Physical
    Age: 19
    Race: Afrikaan
    Gender: Male
    Eye Color: Blue
    Hair Color: Black
    Height: 6'5
    Weight: 205
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Pvt.
    Educational History: High School Diploma 
    Criminal Record:
    Employment History: Steel scrapyard
    Service Record: 110th Morita company
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: (N/A if not applicable, if you don't understand, read the OOC section below the original post.)
    Server Time: 30 hrs
    Roleplay History: Roughly a year of  gmod WH40K rp

    Some OOC stuff that concerns me was brought up to my attention. Reapply again in 30 days. This is not a punishment but more so to see if you will fix the outstanding issue.

  14. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    On ‎2017‎-‎12‎-‎23 at 6:44 PM, Brand1065 said:
    IC:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: Vinera Rose
     
    Physical
    Age: 23
    Race: Caucasian, Human (Elixaeberna)
    Gender: Female
    Eye Color: Blue
    Hair Color: Hazel Brown 
    Height: 5ft 7''
    Weight: 14 stone
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Private First Class
     
    Educational History: (Don't feel obligated to include a large background of knowledge, as an infantryman in the MI you likely wouldn't have much experience.)
     
    Received a High School Diploma from Aehlbury High School.
    Received a College Level Degree in Engineering at the Malmö College Institution of S.T.E.M.
     
    Criminal Record: The shipyard section she worked for and all of its employees were investigated for fraud and falsifying documents.
    Rose was found innocent and absolved of any kind of right to be prosecuted for this matter.
     
    Employment History: Worked as a ship repair crewman, travelling with various ships for "Mahn and Bach" Industries from when she was 17 until she was 22 years of age.
    Service Record: (Previous ranks, positions, or commendations or other notable marks.)
     
    Recruit > Private
    Private > Private First Class
     
    M55 Gunner.
    Flamethrower operator.
    Morita UGL qualified.
    D.M.R Qualified.
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: (N/A if not applicable, if you don't understand, read the OOC section below the original post.)
    After receiving her college degree, she ended up being disowned by her parents after she went to work for Mahn and Bach, which is a rival company to her parent's. After several incidents regarding her parents and the company she worked for, she went for a career in the Mobile Infantry, wanting to completely get away from engineering after colleagues (Whom have since been punished) made illegal sexual advances on her, and she watched her father get decapitated through a piece of flying ship debris during a faulty ship test. This all added up over time and resulted in her just wanting to get away from engineering full stop, and she developed a slight irrational phobia of performing engineering herself, should anything happen to her or those around her. However, when she joined the M.I, she found her sister, Ashley Rose, who then convinced her to join the Engineers, putting her skills to better use.
     
    Server Time: (Estimate)
    Roughly three/four weeks.
    Roleplay History: (Brief)
    NC: HL2:RP: 3 months, CW: WW3RP: 1 week, Fractured Ethos 2154 Cyberpunk RP: 3 months, CGC FalloutRP: 4 Months, CGC Metro 2033 RP: 2 Months. (List goes on)

    Approved

     

    Speak with a Senior Specialist or Higher for Induction.

     

    Young, Travis

    Lieutenant

  16. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    1 hour ago, Valkrae said:
    IC:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: Dakota Antle
     
    Physical
    Age: 29
    Race: Caucasian
    Gender: Male
    Eye Color: Blue
    Hair Color: Brown
    Height: 5'9"
    Weight: 210 lbs
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Private
    Educational History: High School Diploma
    Criminal Record: N/A
    Employment History: N/A
    Service Record: Served in a garrison reserve until being transferred to the 112th.
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: N/A
    Server Time: At least a year.
    Roleplay History: D&D, different gmod servers, I've been around a while. Can't think of anything specific.

    Our applications are closed. However since you are a server admin I won’t mind taking in your application.

     

    Approved,

     

    Please speak with a Senior Specialist or higher for induction.

     

    Young, Travis

    Lieutenant

    112th Combat Engineer Detachment

  19. SST Quotes Thread

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    Hahaha

    On 2017-11-28 at 10:32 AM, Tonic said:

    I would like to think it wasn't my fault for going through three Blue Falcons within fifteen minutes.  Marauders are too bulky.  Glass is also, apparently, too bulky.  Maybe it's not the Marauders who should be blamed for the Infantry's problem with not holding down RMB.

     

  21. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    12 hours ago, GranolaBar said:
    IC:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: Sergi Blaskiv
     
    Physical
    Age: 23
    Race: Russian
    Gender: Male
    Eye Color: Blue
    Hair Color: Brown
    Height: 6'5
    Weight: 193lbs
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Private
    Educational History: High School Diploma 3.82
    Criminal Record: Currently in the clear zone
    Employment History: Previously was a truck driver, use to delivery runs then became a postman which was a pretty crappy job since you had people being shits at you the entire time always complaining about shit being late but thats the life a russian.
    Service Record: N/A
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: None
    Server Time: 2 months
    Roleplay History:  almost 2 years

     

    Approved.

     

    Please speak to a Senior Specialist or above for induction.

     

    Young, Travis

    Lieutenant

    112 Combat Engineers Detachment

    Ulysees S. Grant

  22. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    26 minutes ago, Silent said:
    IC:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: William St. Claire
     
    Physical
    Age: 21
    Race: Karrian
    Gender: Male
    Eye Color: Hazel
    Hair Color: Brown
    Height: 6'2"
    Weight: 194 Lbs.
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Private First Class
    Educational History: Highschool Diploma
    Criminal Record: Nil.
    Employment History: Clerk.
    Service Record: Former 103rd Morita Battalion Lance Corporal.
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: N/A
    Server Time: Been on daily for the past three or so months.
    Roleplay History: Shit ton of different roleplaying servers ranging anywhere from the basic HL2 clock work to some really wierd off the books medieval nutscript servers. Amassing a total of around five-thousand hours of roleplaying experience on gmod alone.

    Approved.

     

    Please speak with a Senior Specialist and up for Induction.

     

    Young, Travis

    Lieutenant

    112 Combat Engineers Detachment

    Ulysees S. Grant

  25. Combat Engineer Applications of Interest

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    2 minutes ago, Pfc. Patrick Ogden said:

     

    IC:
    Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest
     
    Name: Patrick Ogden
     
    Physical
    Age: 18
    Race: White
    Gender: Male
    Eye Color: Hazel
    Hair Color: Blonde
    Height: 5'11
    Weight: 210lbs
     
    Employment & Background
    Current Rank: Private First Class
    Educational History: (Don't feel obligated to include a large background of knowledge, as an infantryman in the MI you likely wouldn't have much experience.) High School Graduate.
    Criminal Record: none.
    Employment History: Used to be a chef in a restaurant before going into the Adult Film Industry.  
    Service Record: (Previous ranks, positions, or commendations or other notable marks.) Private. Only 5 drops, but served along side Lt. Young in a specialized mission. 
     
    OOC:
    Character's College Explanation: (N/A if not applicable, if you don't understand, read the OOC section below the original post.) N/A
    Server Time: (Estimate) 15 hours?
    Roleplay History: (Brief) Was a boy from Texas and had quite a bit of childhood trauma. He has Scars all along his back. He Enjoyed hunting with his father and became quite a good tracker and good with his hands, however he is not too bright of a person, but takes directions and is loyal to the teeth. He became a chef during High School working at a French cuisine restaurant before being discovered for the Adult Film Industry. He Then enlisted into the M.I after only a year in the Adult Film Industry. 
     
    OOC RP: Was In the WWII RP server as part of the SS, left due to a failing group. Arma 3 Milsim: Was a member of the J.S.O.C Special forces group under the 75th Rangers as an E.O.D Specialist, Pathfinder, and then 1st SFOD Delta Force as a long Range Recon and Explosive Specialist made it to Master Sergeant, before leaving the group. Transferring over the the Carlton's Marine Expeditionary Unit as a Marine Raider Scout Sniper. Serve din Arma 3 Milsim for 4 years.  

    Approved.

     

    Please speak with a Senior Specialist and up for Induction.

     

    Young, Travis

    Lieutenant

    112 Combat Engineers Detachment

    Ulysees S. Grant

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