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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: secret missions!


"My mission?" Caise asks a tad cryptically. "A simple meeting with a collegue of my Master's, Mercury... at this point, nothing more... you may even find it boring."

Apparently, the jedi has no need to steal a ship for the time being; after perusing the wares a bit, he seperates from the group to fulfil his meeting obligation.

Across the street stands another building - perhaps a bit more pleasing to the eye in overall form, it is nonetheless constructed of the same drab polyblock as the mercantile. Fortunately, it is easy enough to negotiate, and soon, Caise finds himself standing before the correct door.

Momentarily, it opens, and the padawan is ushered into a suite that might be considered a bit lavish - certainly so by jedi standards, at any rate. Leyan Rool himself steps out, a warm smile on his face. "Caise, good to see you!"

More time than the padawan would prefer is spent in mindless pleasantries, but eventually, the conversation turns. "Naturally, Trask sent you to feel the pulse of Taanab, to see where she leans." He sighs, his expression heavy. "I wish that I could tell you."

Rool pours himself a beaker of blueish alcohol, and offers the same to Caise. "A year ago - even six months ago! I would have laughed at any suggestion that Taanab's loyalties lay anywhere but the Rebublic. Certainly, there have been rabble rousers, there always are, but nothing more. Lately, though..." he trails off, in thought.

"The TDF can no longer be trusted, though I would say that more of their corruption is based upon profit, rather than ideology - though that can be just as dangerous. The government has experienced a radical shift in the past months. Many of my fellow ministers are suddenly retiring... or meeting with accidents, and their replacements are less friendly to the Republic." Rool kills the flask in one pull.

"And there are other concerns..." he grows silent. After seeming to ponder for a moment, he opens a small case and extracts a datachip. "This is highly classified information that should not fall into the wrong hands. Take this to Trask - he will know what to do with it." He pauses, his manner serious. "Tell no one of this, do you understand?"

Assuming a positive response...

Rool places the chip inside a tiny carrying case and seals it before handing it to Caise. "Very well. My time grows short - I have official business to which I must attend. If there is nothing else?"

Now or never, padawan!




Posted on 2007-08-20 at 21:44:48.
Edited on 2007-08-20 at 21:45:52 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: standard issue


Here is your standard issue package. Please note that I am not listing all of the incidental items: e.g. sunscreen, lip balm, clean underwear, etc. Assume that you have food rations sufficient for five days, a canteen, and water purification tablets. Furthermore, you'll have an arctic sleeping bag, matches, clothing, etc. Finally, our tech and medic will each have specialized non-combat gear appropriate for their speciality.


Billet: Team Leader, Rifleman, Medic, Technical Attache
Primary Weapon: M19A2 or M6A1
7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
Secondary Weapom: M9A2 9mm pistol or M13 .45 cal pistol
3 magazines of appropriate ammo (15 x 9mm or 10 x .45 cal)
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
4 fragmentation grenades (you may substitute up to two of these with alternate payloads: concussion, smoke, incindiery)


Billet: Grenadier
Primary Weapon: M19A2 or M6A1
7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M413 Grenade Launcher w/6 40mm fragmentation grenade rounds
Secondary Weapom: M9A2 9mm pistol or M13 .45 cal pistol
3 magazines of appropriate ammo (15 x 9mm or 10 x .45 cal)
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 fragmentation grenades (you may substitute up to two of these with alternate payloads: concussion, smoke, incindiery)


Billet: Sniper
Primary Weapon: M28 SWS
7 magazines of 10 x 7.62mm ammo
Secondary Weapom: M9A2 9mm pistol or M13 .45 cal pistol
3 magazines of appropriate ammo (15 x 9mm or 10 x .45 cal)
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
4 fragmentation grenades (you may substitute up to two of these with alternate payloads: concussion, smoke, incindiery)


Billet: Heavy Weapons
Primary Weapon: M251 SAW
10 belts of 200 x 7.62mm ammo
Secondary Weapom: M9A2 9mm pistol or M13 .45 cal pistol
3 magazines of appropriate ammo (15 x 9mm or 10 x .45 cal)
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
4 fragmentation grenades (you may substitute up to two of these with alternate payloads: concussion, smoke, incindiery)

Posted on 2007-08-20 at 20:59:34.
Edited on 2007-08-20 at 21:00:04 by t_catt11

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: thought I had long ago posted for this segment...


Arien's face contorted in a mask of displeasure beneath his helm. Every fiber of his being demanded the he lead a glorious charge up the stairs, taking the fight to their cowed enemy - and the common sense of Dapple ridiculed the idea for the foolishness that it was.

Of course the troops above would be raining down on the group right now, if something were not preventing them. Even a child understood the tactical advantage that the high ground represented by the upper tower floors, and Arien was sure that these Imperials were commanded by no child. A madman, perhaps...

"Dapple makes sense," Arien agreed. "If Dapple and Char can gain an angle on our foes while they are distracted by us and whatever lies above, so be it. And if we can gain advantage by using our enemies' misfortune, all the better." The knight paused. "I pray to Heironeus that their misfortune does not become our own."

For some reason, Arien was quite sure that such a thing was almost certainly about to happen.

Posted on 2007-08-20 at 18:22:37.

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: yep...


...it's that good. Got some mushy romantic stuff, sure, but not as heavy as the Prince's Bride - ideal date movie, my friend.

Posted on 2007-08-20 at 17:49:57.

Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: sailor talk


The sailor's statement about Dran coins refers to how the Drannese have started debasing their gold coins with lead to make them heavier, and the gold last longer - which of course makes the coins less valuable outside of Drannon.

Ship captains make offering to the sea goddess by throwing some sort of valubales into the sea when starting a voyage. The sailor in our game was guessing that a cheap captain might use Dran coins to save real money, and thus anger the goddess.

Posted on 2007-08-20 at 15:37:37.

Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: cider and conversation


The barkeep indicates that he does have a few rooms, though they are usually filled by ship passengers... but are now available. His prices are fair, so a deal is struck.

The cider is indeed tart, so Val ends up ordering water to cut hers with. Marjie gives a strange look at this request, but fulfills it nonetheless.

Meanwhile, En'Aranthea and Varuna make their way over to meet the grizzled sailor the barkeep referred to as Jenris.

Jenris' gray hair is nearly as long as his massive beard, niether of which appear to be overly kempt. He grins broadly at the offer of a refil. "Right, then! 'Ave a seat, tha both of ye! Been a long time since I were pretty enough ta have strangers buy me drinks, y'know." He winks in an exaggerated manner, making you chuckle.

Seeing the man warm to them, En'Aranthe pursues her objective. "Our host tells me that ships have been rare of late, and that perhaps you have some ideas on why that may be. We are hoping to meet an acquaintance here, hence our interest in the matter."

The old sailor guffaws. "Ideas? Cardista's teats, lass, there ain' a sailor in this town what don't 'ave an idea why the ships ain' comin'! Maybe them captains in Bayris done gone so cheap as ta start throwing Dran coins in tha ocean instead of good gold, eh? Seabitch'd put 'em under tha waves, then, fer sure."

After allowing the amusement to fade from his own joke, Jenris take a long pull from his foamy mug. "Naw, I can't tell ya why no ships 'ave come down tha coast. Could be some beastie eatin' em, fer all I know. Could be they just dunna want to come 'ere ennymore." He pauses for a moment.

"But I will say this - tha lighthouse up by tha reef has been dark two, mebbe three times in tha past month tha' I know of - an' I dunna make it by there very much. Mebba tha keeper fell ill, I dunno. If'n a ship came across tha reef while the light was out, then all our cargo is at tha bottom o' tha bay. Trouble is, no one is too eager ta walk up there an' check, wha' with tha damn lizards bein' so jumpy a' late!"

Jenris knows nothing else of interest, unless you consider assorted salty language and half-intoxicated musings on the nature of the sea to be interesting.


Posted on 2007-08-20 at 15:29:54.
Edited on 2007-08-20 at 16:47:40 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: yeppers...


There will be a standard issue package that will include armor, a knife, hand grenades, and ammo for your selected weapons.

No, the team does not know one another. You have all been handpicked for this mission.



Posted on 2007-08-20 at 14:51:13.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: chatty bunch!


Colonel Lucas had expected questions, so he was prepared to give answers. He had NOT expected Blake to show up in the mockery she called a uniform - he knew about her earlier episodes, but the dossier had clearly stated that she had much improved this facet of her professional life.

Obviously, the dossier had exaggerated. For several moments, he considered calling Williams back in, directing this woman out of his office, and contacting another technical advisor. But this was not his father's army - Mark knew that this woman was good, otherwise she wouldn't have a career with the Rangers. Begrudgingly, he turned his focus to the questions posed.

"Lieutenant Kernan, you will first board a B-52 that will take you to twenty-five thousand feet, where the attached scramjet will disembark and take you via autopilot to WhiteHorse Station in Antarctica. A chopper will take you from there directly to ARF36.

We simply do not know what may have happened to the station, so the threat level is unknown. It could be a malfuntion with the project, it could be an invasion by hostiles - we simply do not know.

As a military research facility, ARF36 maintains a small detachment of Army security personnel, in addition to various electronic defense mechanisms, as well as the security that isolation in subzero temperatures brings.

Communication-wise, you will carry satlink comm units, as well as a traditional radio - you should have no issue communicating with us here using the former, and with WhiteHorse using the latter.

Currently the focus of ARF36 is totally devoted to Twilight Seed, so any data you collect should be associated with it.

You will be extracted via chopper once you radio for it. There is no set clock - this mission will take as long as it takes."

Lucas took a deep breath. Thorough bugger, he mused. It was all he could do to keep from rolling his eyes at the "mister Colonel" reference. He was fairly sure the chief was deliberately trying to tweak him - surely no decent drill sergeant would have tolerated such nonsence in boot camp - but he couldn't afford to rethink the mission composition this late in the game, so he let it slide.

"Chief," he began, "it is possible that the project is indeed responsible for the base's silence - we simply do not know. The intel we have on the project does not suggest that Doctor Giles was working with any sort of radioactive material.

ARF36 had a security detail of twelve, plus six civillian researchers. You will be provided with the security intel we have on the computer systems there, but be advised that if the systems are still functioning, the passcodes that we have will by necessity already be out of date."

The colonel rubbed the bridge of his nose once more. "If there is nothing else, then? Good luck, rangers. Dismissed."


Posted on 2007-08-20 at 14:34:22.
Edited on 2007-10-31 at 20:18:52 by t_catt11

Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: stardust


Gotta expand on Vanadia's brief line:

This is one of the two or three best movies I have seen in the past several years. I had been looking forward to it, but only because I enjoy fantasy; I figured it would have its moments, but mainly be remarkable for the special effects, or for a funny line or two.

I was wrong!

This movie feels fresh and original - none of the same old recycled stuff. I caught myself several times through the movie thinking "Wow! This movie is amazing!"

DeNiro had me in stitches, no doubt - he was HUGE in the movie. But the whole concept was amazing... and the ghostly brothers were a super touch, IMO.

If you call yourselves a fan of the fantasy genre - or of good movies in general - see Stardust.

Posted on 2007-08-20 at 14:11:57.

Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: new blood


FYI: Tri will be assuming the role of Lana as a "new" PC.

Posted on 2007-08-20 at 13:58:44.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: addressing others...


In game, you always use sir or ma'am when addressing a superior.

The Chief Warrant officer technically outranks everyone but the lieutenant, but she is outside the chain of command. Refer to her as "chief".



Posted on 2007-08-17 at 21:52:07.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: equipment...


I have recived equipment preferences for only one or two people. I need your choices, folks!

Posted on 2007-08-17 at 21:23:18.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: A Cold Day in Hell


May 8th, 2025
75th Ranger Regiment HQ, Fort Benning, Georgia
Office of Colonel Mark Lucas - 0553

Colonel Lucas sighed and placed the dossier on his desk along with the other five. Not that he had needed to read it again - he had been familiar with the contents for the past thirty-six hours; he simply wanted one last walkthrough before meeting the individuals described in the documents. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he mused over the contents.

When he had first received his commission, some twenty odd years ago, women were strictly noncombatants, save the odd aircraft pilot. Now, he was about to send two - fully one thrid of the team - into a situation where they might be asked to take lives in the name of their country. The number of females in combat roles was still much lower in proportion to males - to say nothing of those in special forces combat roles, due to the physcial requirements - but those numbers were growing every year.

Lieutenant Williams stuck his head in the door and Lucas nodded. "Send them in, Jay." Moments later, six individuals outfitted in the desert camo pattern still favored by the Army filed in and snapped to attention.

Colonel Lucas rose. "As you were. Thank you for coming, rangers." He spoke with the slightest of smiles behind his eyes as he surveyed the soldiers. Naturally, they had filed in by rank.

The tall, muscled man on the far left would be Lieutenant Montgomery Kernan - that one would make captain shortly, Lucas had no doubt. Next to him would be Chief Warrant Officer (two) Charlene Blake - the techie who got away with all but murder, discipline-wise in Lucas' opinion, though the Colonel had argued for her inclusion due to all she brought to the table, anyway. Almost as tall, and even more muscular that the lieutenant, was Staff Sergeant Jeremiah Kane - a career ranger and a decorated leader in his own right. Noticeably smaller than the two other men thus far was Sergeant James Lee - obviously of Asian descent. A fuzz shorter than Lee was corporal Richard Hatherford, the sharpshooter of the lot. Finally was the other female of the team, corporal Inga Bjornnsen, the medic.

"Before we begin," Lucas spoke, "understand that the intel you are about to hear is Top Secret. Furthermore, you have all been handpicked to participate in this operation. I am obgligated to tell you that this mission is likely to be quite hazardous, and as such, is strictly volunteer. Therefore, if you so desire, you may turn around and walk out that door right now and return to your posted assignments, and no one will say a word to you. Any takers?"

GM's note: assuming not, since you want to play...

The colonel waited several moments before speaking again. No one flinched - not that he had expected them to. They were rangers, after all. "Very well. Fifty-three hours ago, we lost all contact with Antarctic Research Facility thirty-six." Lucas pressed a button on a small device in his hand, and a map of Antartica lept into view on the wall nehind his desk.

"As you can see," he explained, gesturing to a highlighted area, "unlike most stations, ARF36 is located well inland. This provides a great deal of isolation for Project Twilight Seed. Doctor Alexander Giles is a civilian scientist on contract by the United States government to head up Project Twilight Seed, which deals with some important breakthroughs in quantum physics - breakthroughs that the government feels are of critical military application."

The display shifts to a distorted image of a small compound set among the icy wastes. "This is a satellite image taken yetserday. From what we can tell, the station appears to be intact, but the satellite positioning prevents us from obtaining better images." He shakes his head. "The last contact received from ARF36 indicated a disaster of some sort, but we lost communications before we could get specifics, and all attempts to contact the station have failed."

The colonel kills the image. "Your primary objective will be to travel to ARF36 and ascertain the status of the station. If Doctor Giles - and the station crew - are alive, you are to assist in their extraction. If not, you are to recover any and all materials and intelligence related to Project Twilight Seed, so that we can determine what happened, and glean whatever useful information possible."

Lucas paused one more time. "We do not anticipate you meeting any sort of armed resistance - however, we cannot rule out that the security of ARF36 may have been compromised, and a hostile foreign government could be responsible for the situation - so be prepared for anything. You have full authorization from the President of the United States of America to take whatever actions you deem necessary to complete this mission. Any questions?"

Insert them here. We'll post as needed.

"Very well, then. Your flight leaves at 1000 hours - grab a bite to eat, get your gear, and be ready to go, rangers. Good luck. Dismissed."


Posted on 2007-08-17 at 21:16:16.
Edited on 2007-08-17 at 21:21:20 by t_catt11

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: character roster


Name: Montgomery Kernan
Player: Bromern Sal
Rank: First Lieutenant
Billet: Team Leader
Gender: Male
Age 31
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Hometown: Denton, Montana

Appearance: Monty is the epitome of a redneck cowboy. He has curly black hair when it is allowed to grow, square features, a casual, lazy grin, and sharp, excited hazel eyes. He's ruddy brown in coloring with thick, corded muscles while still maintaining an athletic build. He has a tattoo on the left side of his neck of his family's brand: a half circle with a K on its side (The Lazy K Ranch), tribal tattoos around both biceps, and a Yosemite Sam with both guns blazin' on his left calf.

Background/personality: Monty led the charmed life through his childhood and into high school. He was athletic, easy-going and friendly enough that everyone got along with him, and he was about the most popular kid in his 300+/- person town. His father was mayor and owned the bank, his mother was involved in just about everything, and Monty was an only child. Then, in his senior year both of his parents died in a car accident. Being washed in the public's sympathy was too much for Monty and he left town in the dead of night. He ended up in Reno, NV working as a bouncer for a strip club, drinking, and getting into trouble. It wasn't until he wound up in dire trouble gambling that he joined up. Since then, the military has given him direction, trained him and advanced his natural talents. He's hooked on Army Rangers and he can spell it too!

Equipment:
M6A1 carbine w/7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M13 .45 cal pistol w/3 magazines of 10 x .45 cal ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
4 fragmentation grenades



Name: Charlene “Charlie” Blake (probably not her real name)
Player: Vanadia
Rank: Chief Warrant Officer (two)
Billet: Techincal Attache
Gender: Female
Age: 23 yrs
Height: 5’11
Weight: 140 lbs
Hometown: Fort Worth, TX (classified in all official documents)
Appearance: Straight black hair, typically in two ponytails, pale skin and light blue eyes accentuated by goth makeup and drop dead red lipstick. Numerous tattoos, multiple piercings of ears and left eyebrow. Tall with an athletic build, usually clad in mini tartan skirts over black leggings and black Doc Martens.

Background/personality


Charlene (Charlie) Blake was an intensely competitive gamer: shoot'em ups, role based fantasy, card based games...if it required a handset and a monitor, she played it and played to win. At fourteen, she was legendary in the online world under her gamer name of "Angel of Doom" for her win stats, and she began programming her own games when the commercial ones became too easy. When she hacked into the DOD computers in order to get enough horsepower to compile one of her games, she came to the attention of the intelligence agency, especially when they realized that she'd been behind their firewalls for months, undetected, and only tripped a network alarm when she linked two supercomputers that were never meant to share data. Charlie was given two choices: jail time for the list of computer violations as long as her tattooed arm, or work for the government as a computer specialist. Given that she’d have more access to virtual horsepower with the grey suits, she chose the grey suits over the orange jumpsuits.

The government took guardianship of Charlie at the age of fifteen and she had quarters in a naval dormitory as not quite a prisoner, not quite a free civilian. As much as it was a restricted life, Charlie didn’t appear to miss her family, and indeed, refuses to speak of them (“I sprung from the forehead of Zeus fully formed!” she’d proclaim grandly.)

High school was completed online; after that, Charlie attended MIT (under escort) while simultaneously attending training at Quantico and other intelligence facilities. Her handlers were resentful at first at being assigned as watchdogs over a teenage girl, but she charmed them with a quirky sense of humour and a cheerful acceptance of their presence overshadowing her life. (“You dudes do what you gotta do…I’m just gonna chill with another Caf-Pow”). One Christmas, she gave them all hand knit cozies for their ear wire transmitters (black with little white skulls, naturally).

Charlie’s intuitive understanding of computers and machine logic were only enhanced by the formal education, and her handlers soon realized that she could hack or bypass any security they tried to enforce on her online activities. Charlie merely treated these attempts to control her access as yet another game, and would happily post her hacks on web forums once she’d fought her way onto the web. After several of such stunts, her handlers negotiated an agreement: Charlie was given more freedom in return for sharing her hacks only with the security designers themselves so that they could fix the loopholes she exploited.

One side effect of Charlie’s gaming addiction was one that parents everywhere would hate: it really did give her excellent hand-eye coordination. One of the FBI no-necks at Quantico had been teasing the civilian goth girl about only knowing life in a virtual world when one of his buddies suggested a shooting match at the range. Charlie’s first few shots were wild, the recoil nearly sending her flying, but then she watched the others shoot a few times, re-braided her pigtails, then proceeded to place her remaining shots within a tight circle around the bulls eye.

Special Ops recruited her after that and the rest is a matter of official record (So the DM can figure out rank and specializations). She’s not very athletic (her build seems to be more from genetics than any effort on her part, given the poor diet and lack of willing exercise) but she’s got fast reflexes, so her martial arts training emphasized personal defense over attack. Boot camp nearly killed her, but she found a stubborn streak and persevered.

Charlie had been playing with the goth look when she was first arrested for the hack, and she embraced it fully as her quiet rebellion against the tucked in, razor creased life of the people around her. Her jet black hair is usually tied onto two ponytails, one on either side of her head, with the part and her heavy straight bangs aligned with mathematical precision. Her naturally pale skin has seen very little sun and the long hours in front of a monitor would soon bleach out any colour she accidentally acquired. She has blue eyes that are so pale as to seem almost white, with a darker blue ring around them, which she refers to as her “husky dog eyes”. Her eye makeup varies with her mood, from fairly simple black eyeliner smudged carelessly into the creases to elaborate kohl lines and extended lashes, a la Cleopatra, with lipstick ranging from matte red to glossy black.

She wears two black knit wristlets that cover the palms of her hands while leaving her fingers free. One has the word “geek” on it and the other says “nerd”. When she’s feeling playful, she’ll change them for ones that say “good” and “evil”. When she’s not in front of a computer, fueling up on Caf-Pow (a highly caffeinated energy drink) and Gummi Bears, she’s knitting. It’s like her hands don’t know how to be still.

Although she was apprehended in Fort Worth, she doesn’t sound Texan, indeed, she will sometimes sound mid-western, or effect a New Englander’s loss of consonants, before rattling of a sentence with a New Yorker’s speed. Whatever her family may have been like, she’d clearly moved around the country a lot.

Equipment:
M6A1 carbine w/7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M9A2 9mm pistol w/3 magazines of 15 x 9mm ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
4 fragmentation grenades
computer gear




Name: Jeremiah Kane
Player: Tann'Talas
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Billet: Team Sergeant (Heavy Weapons)
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 6’1
Weight: 225 pds
Hometown: Dallas Texas
Appearance: Large well built very muscular (Think Arnold Schwarzenegger during his body building day), Short cropped Blonde, hair military cut. Ice blue eyes laced with steel An Attractive scar running from skull to neck. Tattoo on right arm of redheaded Angel w/ purple wings wearing a tight green leotard, black elbow gloves, black hip high boots and wearing mirror lenses sunglasses a banner underneath reads “Rebel Angel”
BACKGROUND
Born in Ft Meade Maryland at Kimbourgh Army hospital Jeremiah Kane it seemed was destined to be a soldier, or so his Master Sergeant of a father bragged. How wrong at that time his father was to be no one had any idea.

In school from Elementary on up it was fast discovered that the young blonde haired boy was a fighter, always seeming to be in involved in some type of fist fight. As his suspensions grew it was hard on his parents, his Dad by now retired, and his Mom working, to deal with him being home sometimes for a week at a time due to his behavior. Hyper active, prone to violence, disruptive, he was labeled with it all and finally his luck so to speak ran out and he was expelled in his 10th grade year for beating up his shop teacher one afternoon. Though it was to come out later that the teacher had in fact attacked him first by grabbing Jeremiah’s long hair from the back and had been fired, the school offering to reinstate the boy, his father had, had enough and with the start of his 2nd 10th grade year off to military school he went.

To the surprise of all, save his father perhaps, Jeremiah excelled in the rough stern school, and with the progress of medicine, his hyper activity finally had a name ADHD. With the close attention given to each student and the mandatory ROTC curriculum Jeremiah began to change and finally in his senior year he lived up to his fathers bragging and enlisted in the US Army Airborne on a 1 year delayed entry program. With 3 years of ROTC and 1 year delayed service on his graduation from Basic Training he was made an E-4.

Now 14 years later he has fought in Panama, the Persian Gulf states of Kuwait and Iraq, has seen duty in Afghanistan and has since transferring to the Rangers seen combat in many an unnamed hell hole all under the radar of MSNBC, CNN, CNBC and so many other “News” shows.

A skilled veteran at the age of 36 he now leads a hand picked team of men on missions no one will ever know about. Like the Navy Seals before them they take on what Uncle Sam calls the bad guys Rangers all.

But now to Staff Sergeant’s Kane dismay not only has he to work with a “civie” on this new as yet unknown mission the upper ups have dumped an Officer on him, an Officer for Jesus Christ, his day just got worse.

Personailty: A tough take charge attitude don't give me any shit kind of mentality. Willing to listen to advice on a mission but always gives the orders, a get the job done no matter the means yet bring his men home alive leader yet very laid back when not on a mission. Believes true love does not exist yet yarns for it anyway. A father to a 16 going on 17 year old boy who he has seen very little of due to consent missions a longing to be the boy's Dad once again.

Equipment:
M251 SAW w/10 belts of 200 x 7.62mm ammo
M13 .45 cal pistol w/3 magazines of 10 x .45 cal ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 fragmentation grenades
2 concussion grenades
Gerber MK II knife




Name: James Lee
Player: YeOlde
Rank: Sergeant
Billet: Rifleman
Specialty: Marital Arts
Race: Chinese/American
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: An average height Asian/American man sporting a black crew cut wearing typical Ranger uniform and gear.

Background: James Lee, son of a Chinese mother and an American Army Father who were never married, grew up a typical army brat on U.S. Military bases all around Asia. He has studied martial arts since he was 4 years old from his father and his maternal grandfather who was a Chinese Wing Chun Master. He often had to use these skills in fights because of his mixed parentage.

At age 14, James and his mother moved to America after his father was killed in action in some top secret conflict. When he was 18 he joined the Army despite the objections of his mother. James excelled in his military training and learned communications as well as his other combat duties. He was accepted into the U.S. Army Rangers and received further training in weapons, tactics, stealth, and infiltration; all of the typical ranger skills. During his term of service he has risen to the rank of Sergeant and often serves as the communications man in a Ranger Squad.

Personality: James is a driven man, though he is a fine Ranger and excellent close combat fighter, he feels that he has been held back in his advancement because of his mixed heritage. He is often brooding and solitary at times, something that is often counterproductive to the team. He has a short fuse and often meditates when angry in order to keep from exploding at someone or some situation.

Equipment:
M6A1 carbine w/7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M9A2 9mm pistol w/3 magazines of 15 x 9mm ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 fragmentation grenades
2 incindiery grenades
Chinese short sword




Name: Richard (Ricky) Hatherford
Player: Grugg
Rank: Corporal
Billet: Sniper
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 179 lbs
Hometown: Portland, Oregon

Appearance: Slightly short and lean, but in shape. Shaved head, with blue eyes and a black goatee, often wears polarized sunglasses. When not in uniform prefers loose jeans, t-shirts and a padded vest along with military style boots.

Background/Personality: Born in Portland, Oregon, Ricky is the third generation of service men from the Hatherford family. Both his father and his father before him were Rangers and served in various combats throughout the years. When he came of age Ricky had joined the military without a second thought, his first and only concern keeping his family's tradition alive. His keen eye and marksmanship soon earned him a place for special training as a sniper with the Rangers.

Ricky always seems to to be in a good mood, and is at an age where he seems to think he's invincible. The fact that being a sniper often means he is removed from the actual fighting and he's come to feel more like fighting is a game than the actual life-or-death situation it is. Ricky always tries to break the tension with jokes whenever possible and does his best to keep his teammates in the same good mood he always seems to be in.

Equipment:
M28 SWS w/7 magazines of 10 x 7.62mm ammo
M13 .45 cal pistol w/3 magazines of 10 x .45 cal ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 fragmentation grenades
2 smoke grenades (red)




Name: Inga Borg Louise Bjornnsen Medic
Player: Brianna
Rank: Corporal
Billet: Medic
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5’11
Weight: 135
Hometown: Born in Los Angeles California, Currently

Appearance: Inga had very Nordic looks with straight, flaxen blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, and fair complexion that does tan lightly with exposed to the sun. While she usually is appropriately dressed for whatever she is fdoing she is not a clothes horse.

Background: Inga is third generation American, born to Waldemar and Christina Bjornnsen. Both parents were lightly respected scientists in their respective fields. Her father was an astrophysicist and the mother did medical research. She was school at home until high school when her parents sent her to a prep school with strong science department. She truly enjoyed her senior year and graduated with honors. She started college on a fast track for medical school with the idea of becoming a doctor, however in school she learned a lot nore that medicine and when there was a call for qualified medics she fit the bill and on top of that that she wanted to serve her country, She signed up for the Army much to her parents surprise and dismay. Inga had that idea since she felt the best people should be doing their best for their country. She speaks, Norwegian, English, and can read Latin. She is most likely in her early twenties

Inga’s physical activities include archery, karate, horseback riding and skiing. Her knowledge of guns is limited before joining the Army but she learn to do that as well. She understood the principles of good marksmanship from archery with a laser sight she does very well. Inga has a black belt in Karate. She enjoys downhill and cross-country skiing, learning that when her parents went back to Norway on vacations. As a child she participated in gymnastics, especially like rhythmic gymnastics and floor exercises.

Personality: Inga is level-headed, and has a no non-sense personality. She likes to get to the point. She is tenacious in her work and studies. Inga likes to socialze since being home school and traveling a lot with her parents precluded having lots of friends when she was younger. She is tolerant of others though she haa a strong sense of principals that she does not often go against.. She still plans on being a full-fledged doctor.

Equipment:
M19A2 rifle w/7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M13 .45 cal pistol w/3 magazines of 10 x .45 cal ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 fragmentation grenades
1 concussion grenade
1 incindiery grenade
medical kit



Name: Gabriel Jame Hart
Rank: Corporal
Billet: Demolitions
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Hometown: Lockwood, MO (though he now wanders from base to base)

Appearance: Short and of a small to medium build, many would call him puny at first. He has always kept in shape and has a muscle tone that many professional athletes would respect. He has brownish-green eyes and black, straight hair that he keeps longer than most other soldiers but still within army regulations. He remains clean shaven.

Background: Born in Joplin, Missouri, Grabriel was nearly six weeks premature and grew up as a sickly child. His father was in the National Guard unit 203 and had served in both Iraqi conflicts. As he grew up, Gabriel learned the importance of having both a strong back and a strong mind from helping his father around the farm.

In Junior High and High School, Gabriel found he was too short to be any real good at basketball but found that he was a fine receiver and helluva good at running track due to both his speed and endurance. He was always energetic with a fiery personality and had found a good release for it. At the age of 14, Gabriel set fire to a full bale of hay and found it strangely fascinating. From that point on, his father supervised him in his new-found hobby of amateur explosives.

After graduation, Gabriel enlisted in the army and worked as a demolitionist in the airborne infantry. After a few years, he was accepted into Ranger School and found it to be no less a challenge and a thrill as he had expected. Conduct unbecoming due to brawls and other actions has kept him from advancing beyond e-4.

Personality: He is always energetic and has a constant "twinkle" in his eye. Some says he has a bad temper but it takes alot to get him going, but he says that he has a "fuse that is short, but just hard to light." Always looking for something to do and never able to sit still has gotten him into some trouble from time to time and he won't bother with denying it.

Equipment:
M6A1 carbine w/7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M13 .45 cal pistol w/3 magazines of 10 x .45 cal ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 fragmentation grenades
2 incindiery grenades
M213 Demo Kit (sixteen M132 6" x 2" x 2" blocks of APE, four priming assemblies, one M88 carrying case)




Name: Denes Pearson
Player: Utan the Orange
Rank: Private 1st Class
Billet: Grenadier
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 220 lbs
Hometown: Oshkosh, Wisconsin

Appearance: Built like a grizzly bear, Private Denes Pearson is the epitome of “strapping, young lad”. You can tell his thick, corded muscles, while powerful, have been conditioned for endurance; he looks more like a farm boy and less like a body builder.

Pearson keeps his naturally curly, sun-bleached blonde hair cropped short in a typical military cut. The young man’s skin is darkly tanned and small “nicked” scars can be found on his arms and face.

On his upper right arm, Denes sports a tattoo of a black, cartoonish, lit bomb about to explode. Within the bomb is silver lettering which reads “Heavy D”.

Pearson’s face is youthful, his eyes are lively and bright blue. While he normally has a gentle and cheerful demeanor, he can, when necessary, put on such a scowl that, when combined with his powerful build, is very intimidating.

Background/personality: The Pearson family has owned dairy operation just outside of Oshkosh, Wisconsin for more than a century. And while most folks count on death and taxes, Pearson sons have known only two constant truths over the past hundred years: working the farm and serving your country. It was a family tradition, and Denes could trace his family’s military history all the way back to his great, great grandpa who had served in the second World War.

But while most of the Pearsons served in the army for only a time before returning to work the family farm, Denes knew he would likely be a career soldier. It wasn’t that he didn’t like life on the farm… he did and, in fact, missed it sometimes. But Denes knew that with two older brothers and the current economic climate, there just was enough work to feed them all.

And so Denes stuck with the military. Sure, it had something to do with family tradition. Sure, it made his dad proud. But Denes was also built for it and, for the most part, enjoyed it. He could think of very few other jobs allowed him to maximize his strengths, save for maybe farming.

While he has been in the military for a while, he has yet to be promoted past private. Denes knows this is because he is academically weak and, really, he doesn’t mind much. While the pay continues to be pretty low, Denes has no family to support and no bills to pay, so he’s been able to put away money into savings.

Even though he is built like a grizzly bear, Denes personality is closer to that of a teddy bear. Cheerful and encouraging, the young man leans towards hopeful optimism more often than not. While he is adaptable and easygoing, Denes prefers the keep things simple and likes his orders that way too.

Equipment:
M19A2 Assault Rifle w/ 7 magazines of 30 x 7.62mm ammo
M413 Under-barrel Grenade Launcher w/ 6 40mm fragmentation grenade rounds
M9A2 Pistol w/ 3 magazines of 15 x 9mm ammo
MAK Knife
Fitted ARBA suit
2 Fragmentation Grenades
1 Concussion Grenade
1 Incendiary Grenade




Posted on 2007-08-17 at 14:14:21.
Edited on 2008-08-22 at 13:21:08 by t_catt11

Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: okay, that does it...


I believe that our roster is now full. As such, I do not need any further applications (though if you are dying to play, and still want to get in, I could squeeze in one more).

If you have received an acceptance PM from me, you are in!

Now, please note the following:

We have a Q&A thread titled "A Cold Day in Hell" Q&A. Please refer to the equipment list there. You will need to submit your choice of a primary weapon and a sidearm to me.

Questions from accepted players should be posted in the Q&A thread, not here.

Good luck!

Posted on 2007-08-17 at 14:13:46.

Topic: Audalis: afterlife
Subject: hmmm


Interesting takes, all! I am very glad to see this old discussion dusted off... welcome back, Mith - don't stay gone so long next time.

The idea of syls being reincarnated as another natural being is one that had never occurred to me. I do like it, though I'm not totally sold.

As to the comment regarding "lots of gods, no one way", this is very true - there is no one size fits all answer for the afterlife. I think that since each deity is different, the associated afterlives should be, as well.

I do NOT like the standard D&D alignment-defined planes tied to a deity approach. To me, someone who has worshipped Rydor, and spent his life championing justice and fairness - but is of neutral good alignment - shold still go to Rydor's afterlife, despite the fact that Rydor is lawful good.

I also agree, I don't think that undeath should be a standard afterlife destination. Undead are, by and large, artificial creatures dur to spells and similar meddling. Only some noteable free-willed undead (vampires, for instance) are an exception to this.

More musings to come...

Posted on 2007-08-17 at 13:41:42.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: cool


The equipment listing is close to complete. If you have already been selected to play, feel free to PM me your following equipment choices:

If you are NOT a sniper (in which case your primary weapon will be the M28 SWS), please let me know if you wish to use the M19 (rifle) or M6 (carbine) as your primary weapon. Everyone, please select either the M9 (9mm) or the M13 (.45 cal) as your sidearm.

Everyone will get a knife, standard issue, as well as hand grenades, and ammunition appropriate for your weaponry choices. If you don't see something here that you were hoping for, PM me and we'll discuss it.


Posted on 2007-08-16 at 22:25:49.
Edited on 2007-08-16 at 22:26:28 by t_catt11

Topic: Goofy Burf-day stuff
Subject: heh


I'm a dove.

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 21:59:14.

Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: yup


I have notified everyone whose submissions I have accepted. I did send you a PM a few minutes ago, Brianna, with a question. Please check your inbox.

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 17:07:58.

Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: is there a medic in the house???


I need a strong leader type, and I need a medic. We really have the team covered well, beyond that.

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 17:02:12.

Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: *crack*


Whaaa-ssssshhh! Get to work!

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 16:57:15.

Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: plblblbllbbb


Puhlease! you are leadership material and then some, just this character appears to not be.

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 16:56:39.

Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: hallo?


Posteses?

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 16:45:36.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: ranger creed


Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high esprit de corps of my Ranger Regiment.

Acknowledging the fact that a Ranger is a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, or air, I accept the fact that as a Ranger my country expects me to move farther, faster and fight harder than any other soldier.

Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be. One-hundred-percent and then some.

Gallantly will I show the world that I am a specially selected and well-trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, neatness of dress and care of equipment shall set the example for others to follow.

Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Ranger word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.

Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission though I be the lone survivor.

Rangers lead the way!

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 15:44:26.

Topic: An alternate sci-fi game?
Subject: by the way...


I don't think that I mentioned this before, but please do realize, character can absolutely die in this adventure. In fact, it is a pretty tough plot, so, well...

...you were warned. Yo wanna bail, say so now!

Posted on 2007-08-16 at 15:35:06.

 
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