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Futuristic The Last City

[QUOTE="Vladimir Amikov]You don't just have a standard coding thing and just rewrite the visible text every once in a while?

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I do, but this one is for our collab. :3

[QUOTE="The Shadow Realm]The code's amazing :3

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I'm glad you think so c:
 
My most recent post: That's what happens when you aren't cautious. The rebels aren't a force that can directly contest against the Last City Enforcers. They're a guerrilla force that strikes at us where it hurts.


I won't be making posts where we decimate the rebels again, but that's just to show that rebels aren't going to win the war by constantly making heavy strikes against us. They need to be smart and calculated with what they do. Also, I'd like the rebels to win for RP purposes, so please be cautious when you do stuff. Leaving the city for a single girl instead of focusing on covering your tracks is going to get more people killed.
 
Killthestory said:
My most recent post: That's what happens when you aren't cautious. The rebels aren't a force that can directly contest against the Last City Enforcers. They're a guerrilla force that strikes at us where it hurts.
I won't be making posts where we decimate the rebels again, but that's just to show that rebels aren't going to win the war by constantly making heavy strikes against us. They need to be smart and calculated with what they do. Also, I'd like the rebels to win for RP purposes, so please be cautious when you do stuff. Leaving the city for a single girl instead of focusing on covering your tracks is going to get more people killed.
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I don't know who I'm gonna let win the war if any at all. If I really wanted to pull a twist in the story, I could even pull a Steven King style ending.
 
Killthestory said:



Major Richard Winters

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Addressed:
@Vladimir Amikov, @Anaxileah


Mentioned: Rebels.


Health: Fine.


Mood: Fine.


Location: Military compound.


Inventory: Nothing of importance.


Notes: Stole this from @Anaxileah



He had just finished the meeting with the CO's. He discussed with the implementation of a new ranking system as now was a time of war, and they needed more organization. It was suggested to use the old United States Marine Core ranks, and the request was accepted. The CO's would start organizing that right away.


He was on his way back to the Backtracker to go to his office when he got a radio from one of his Lieutenants, the head Commissioned Officer of Reconnaissance, in fact.


"High Command, this is Hotel 1-4, we've got reports of an enemy outpost located Uniform Whiskey 8419-9185. Same contacts that hit our supply lines, how copy?"


"Roger, Hotel 1-4, High Command mobilizing forces now. Keep lines open for updates, out."


He let a smile slip onto his lips as he called into the radio to his Commissioned Officers, "Call another formation, lads. It's time for some revenge."


And after a couple seconds, he would add, "Exclude Private McGregor and Private Hall. They'll get their own jobs as soon as they report to the NCO's, over."


The consequent "Understood, sir, out!" would come almost unanimously.




There he was again, standing in front of the men. This time, however different circumstances. He was glad for this, as the men had taken a beating in morale. They didn't know what they were fighting for anymore, and he was about to remind them. He was about to show them the glory in victory, and why they'd always achieve it.


"Men, attention!" One of his NCO's would call out. Each of the men would stand straighter, eyes all facing towards him.


"At ease," he'd call down to the men from the podium. The men would relax at the affirmation they could rest until his next words. "We're going to war."


He'd get many crazy looks, some better contained than others, but still there. He'd even catch a few NCO's eyes looking towards him in disbelief, but his CO's would be properly trained to handle any surprise. They all maintained character.


"You heard correct, lads. We've got reconnaissance reports of an enemy outpost in our AO. The same enemies, in fact, who had hit our supply lines. The same enemies that killed a lot of your friends, recruited a lot of your younger brothers or sisters. The same enemies that persuade people to not come to this city for our protection, leaving them to die in the wastes! This is our time of vengeance, our time of repent! Whether we die out here today, or whether we live, we will be remembered as the saviors of humanity. We are humanities last hopes out here!


Your NCO's will direct you as needed. Report to them for your squad assignments. On the double soldiers, we've got a war to fight!"


He'd step off the podium, and Winters would promptly begin discussing tactics with the Commissioned Officers. He knew exactly how to hit them.




The men were waiting in anticipation, each to their own way of dealing with their anxiety. Some sat idly, twiddling their fingers while others paced or trained. Richard would sit patiently, watching their behavior. The best way to get to know the men was watching them, watching how they cope. It told a lot about the men. It wasn't a specific, "He twiddled his fingers, so he's like that." You just had to watch and understand.


He understood their concerns perfectly. The Government's pills were a major problem. He didn't personally take them, as the Government issued all high up workers their own special type of pill. They needed to be fully aware of their surroundings, he supposed, but maybe there was something they weren't telling. With one lie comes a lot more, and it worried him.


Still, he had a job to do. The United States Government officially told him he'd be the Military commander of this city. Unofficially, however, he was leading Humanity's last hope for survival. He was leading the part of Humanity that would continue on through the decades. The ancestors of these people would remember them, and they'd value this sacrifice.


Still, he had his doubts.


As he was thinking, the radio went off. "High Command, Hotel 1-4, we're clear to engage, over." There goes the Major's thinking time.


"Understood, RTB back to base without getting seen. Good work out there."


He got up from where he leaned, and he called out to the rest of the men, "Saddle up, it's time for action!" At the sound of his words, the men collectively jumped to their feet and ran to where they were assigned. One M4A3 Undergrad, two M183 Armored Personnel Transports. Each filled to the brim with soldiers, Richard boarded his own M2 Backtracker.


He would be riding on the back again, and he'd call into his radio, "It's time to move!" The vehicles all started moving at once, down the suburban streets. The civilians, as they passed by, would gape in either shock, surprise, or horror. Sometimes, it was a mixture of all three.


He was in the middle of the column, towards the left, opposite of where the Rebel outpost was. It was a safety precaution, again, but he hated being so fucking safe all the time. His men put their lives on the line, but they didn't get these fucking safety precautions.


They quickly arrived to around the area of the rebel outpost. All the troops in the M183's unloaded, pulling out their standard weapons for each fireteam. Squad leaders would begin to direct the smaller fireteams, and the Undergrad would push to the head, the vanguard of their attack.


The loud presence of the vehicles must have caused the rebels to hear their approach, surely, but Winters wasn't going for surprise here. He was going for overwhelming numbers.


The fireteams started moving to surround the outpost, cutting off all edges of escape. Two fireteams on every cardinal point, each spread out evenly to be ready to close in.


He was in the back, using one of the reconnaissance drones to monitor the battleground. He was far above the rebel outpost, and he zoomed in to see what was going on. The rebels were scrambling, each looking like they were terrified, getting to their positions. It wouldn't be enough.


The Undergrad moved in first, and it started firing HE rounds at the outpost. The rounds would cut through flesh, timber, metal, anything that it came in contact with. It'd stop for a moment to pause to reload, but it'd continue firing, again, and again. The remaining rebels, estimated around 5 K.I.A. already with 35 more alive, would take cover, but the fireteams would be moving in at this point.


The Undergrad would let loose one last volley of rounds, taking out 3 more men. The fireteams would then move in, one fireteam staying behind to take out stragglers and pick off those they could while the fireteams cleared the place. The fireteams moved in, picking off the rebels still hiding in cover. Three of them went down to our gunfire, and another two went down to the snipers we had positioned on the outside with the 4 fireteams surrounding the perimeter.


Then, the actual fighting would begin. The fireteams would engage with the rebels on guard, them in cover. The Undergrad would hold fire, securing the perimeter. The remaining fireteams would be picking them off with longer range weapons.


As soon as the initial wave went down, with only us losing 3 men to their 27, the rest would lay their arms down, heavily outnumbered and outgunned. I'd get a radio, "High Command, this is Delta 2-3, the rest are surrounding. What do we do with them, over."


He'd put his finger to his comms, saying, "Put them in prisoner transports and release them outside the city. Make sure they're treated fairly. We aren't savages, but we also are making a point, here, out."


They'd decimated the rebels, losing very few. It wouldn't be this easy, always, though, as the rebels would definitely get more cautious after this.


And well, if they didn't, this would be an easy fight.
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Wait hold on a minute, did you just take control of MY forces?


Not cool, bro. Not cool.
 
[QUOTE="The Shadow Realm]I don't know who I'm gonna let win the war if any at all. If I really wanted to pull a twist in the story, I could even pull a Steven King style ending.

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Rebels should win because that makes the RP better and enjoyable. They'll encounter more struggle rather than T.L.C government.
 
Killthestory said:
Rebels should win because that makes the RP better and enjoyable. They'll encounter more struggle rather than T.L.C government.
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Yeah I just realized that. I'm tired. forgive me.
 
Killthestory said:
Rebels should win because that makes the RP better and enjoyable. They'll encounter more struggle rather than T.L.C government.
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Have you read a Steven King novel? They usually end in everyone dead, but instead of the rpers dying, it would be the factions. The survivors would enact a new governmental structure in T.L.C.


I never said I'd do this though..
 
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The Rebels and T.L.C are evil in their own ways, no matter the effort they put forth to seem like the good guys. With good always comes evil.
 
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[QUOTE="The Shadow Realm]Have you read a Steven King novel? They usually end in everyone dead, but instead of the rpers dying, it would be the factions. The survivors would enact a new governmental structure in T.L.C.
I never said I'd do this though..

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Ah
 
Hello everyone, I'll actually be on vacation starting tomorrow, so I guess I'll have to leave my character a bit more at the background for now. Sorry I've been so inactive, but it's really been rather busy lately.
 
Did I do a decent job of describing the effects of the suppression drugs they use in the City? I figured they would leave enough memories not to make them suspicious, but probably wouldn't be able to replace memories with new ones as that would require major brain surgery.


Kinda reminds me of Breen's water in Half-Life 2.
 
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ObiSemKenobi said:
Hello everyone, I'll actually be on vacation starting tomorrow, so I guess I'll have to leave my character a bit more at the background for now. Sorry I've been so inactive, but it's really been rather busy lately.
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It's perfectly fine Obi, enjoy your vacation.

Shireling said:
Did I do a decent job of describing the effects of the suppression drugs they use in the City? I figured they would leave enough memories not to make them suspicious, but probably wouldn't be able to replace memories with new ones as that would require major brain surgery.
Kinda reminds me of Breen's water in Half-Life 2.
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I just woke up, so I'll go read it in a sec.
 
Shireling said:
Did I do a decent job of describing the effects of the suppression drugs they use in the City? I figured they would leave enough memories not to make them suspicious, but probably wouldn't be able to replace memories with new ones as that would require major brain surgery.
Kinda reminds me of Breen's water in Half-Life 2.
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You did a good job, and I even rated it for you.
 
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