killerlung
Cosmic Mailman
The Story
The year is 2016, the Iraqi theatre of war is for the most part decided, but the middle east is by no means settled. Of course that's old news when compared to the new skirmishes on the border of the Russian federation, the growing threat of rampant piracy continues to grow in Indonesia, whilst even more worrisome Mexico's cartel launch a coup to take control of the government. During this period of time the US is in turmoil surrounding a second terrorist attack that targeted a public transit system, and is deploying troops to the borders of Korea in response.
Though this was by no means the start of the PMC revolution, it was all the same a turning point in warfare. Industry raced to meet the multiple demands for actions, and big firms like Halliburton, Sandline, and Excalibur all cashed in big. Meanwhile weapon firms rushed to ship out the latest and greatest for these privatized firms that could afford to outfit their boys and girls with the best. This was truly a golden era for war, a time where bullets and gunpowder dictated ones worth on this earth once more.
Or so went the recruitment flyers and pamphlets handed out to newly retired officers and specialists. Yes, there's a lot of pressure to join those big firms, with their perk packages. I mean, you get a company car, a 401k, and dental, DENTAL!
But all the same, you chose to join Doghouse Group, a privately funded, all too ragtag group that operate out of Port Moresby, in Papau New Guinea. This PMC is quite literally run out of a bar, and the owner is usually a no show, but for the folks that call it home, well it's a den, a den of wolves.
The Doghouse group, is gaining a reputation as a PMC group that can be used under the radar, without tipping off journalists, and without supervision. They have a few members with outstanding combat experience and training, and they put them to good use. Couple that with a government that won't prosecute them for war crimes, or well anything, and you've got a set of badasses ready to be deployed worldwide, that can't be traced back to any government.
With all the business the firms been getting as pirate hunters, they've increased their hardware, buying up ex-navy ships, aircraft, and even two UAVs from a particularly shady black market supplier. The firm is small, but ultimately it just makes the pay better. So, that's where you come in. Recruitment just started for Doghouse Beta, the secondary squad, that's probably about to be sent to some awful sh*thole or another whilst Alpha hunts. So sign on up boys and girls, it'll be fun!
You want a map? Well here's your map!!!
That's right this rp takes place on planet Earth, baby!
All around the globe, all sorts of cool places, so strap in!
RULES:
1. Don't piss me off
2. No bunnying (like controlling others)
3. Like it or not we gotta fade to black.
4. Cursing's fine, but make it reasonable alright... bitch? (example of unnecessary hehe)
5. No invincibility, Bullet's will be flying, you might get hit, yer a person not a super person so, man up!
6. DEATH WILL HAPPEN
7. Have fun!
8. Type.....your favorite dog name (from TV or movies) in with your character name
