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2004-01-25, 01:07 AM
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Commanding Officer  To the next idiot who says the PS2 Devs do not listen: See this Thread |
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2004-01-25, 03:20 PM
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Brigadier General
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Chapter 1 Part 3: Hailstorm
We want to see you again, we want to see you again ------------------------------ ObnoxiousFrog checked the bullet ejector of his Cycler. The lounge of the station was quiet aside from the clicking of springs and the snapping of magazines. He grabbed 2 P-299 Repeater pistols and strapped them into makeshift sling holsters. Sentrosi had gone down into the storeroom to get some special-issue supplies. LunarWarrior was checking his laser designator on his rifle, flashing it over the foreheads of the sullen faces inhabiting the room. Sentrosi emerged carrying two large crates. Both of them had a large Terran Republic logo emblazened on either end. He typed in a quick code and both boxes hissed a brief jet of gas. "OK guys, these right here are fast-gripping boots and gloves. Put 'em on if you don't want to be uprooted out there." "Out there?" said NoSurrender, looking up from loading his Sweeper cartridges. "Yep. We're going outside to engage whatever is coming at us." The entire squad was staring half at strapping on the boots and half at Sentrosi, a sort of skepticism on their faces. When they were all ready, amid a few quit clicks and rustles of putting weapons into holsters and ammunition into backpacks, Sentrosi gave a quick, professional nod at everyone. He tapped his commlink on, everyone else followed suit. The storm was still tearing up the sky outside. Well, that is the part of the sky they could even see through the curtains of rain. "Frog!" Sentrosi's voice boomed over the link. "Frog! Get over to the NTU Silo. Report if you see anything. Black will join you over at that corner." "Roger...." Frog mumbled over the link, the cold already getting to him. Hours. Hours passed, report after report came in negative. The storm only got worse as time passed, the resonance from ths sun was preventing it from moving off the continent. "Black...I'm goin down there to see if anythings there." Frog said to his dogged-looking partner. Black gave an unconcious nod of approval as Frog ran to the side staircase. The rocks outside of Pwyll were cracked and broken thanks to the lightning arcs. Observing the new formations, Frog caught a faint voice from inside the field of stones. "What the fuck is this about? WE come in from Solsar in time for the worst storm in recorded history, all to wipe out a tiny little border garrision at a tiny little Amp Station..." Frog clicked his Repeaters on, flipping on the laser designators in the same movement. He sneaked around the large boulder to find 2 New Conglomerate soldiers standing there, nonchalantly talking. "When do we move the platoon up?" "Few minutes. I got a call in from Command, when I get authorization, we move." Frog rolled out from behind a rock, picking one of the shadows indescriminately, firing a total of 12 rounds of Repeater ammunition into him. He heard a brief gurgle of blood and air, followed by a slump and a click-clack of a fallen rifle. He turned his weapons on the other soldier, who already had his Punisher rifle drawn defensively. A bolt of lightning illuminated the man standing in front of Frog, his metallic nametag shining in the temporary light. ZShazz. Another bolt struck down, larger then the last. Among the rocks Frog saw a brief but terrifying glimpse of 30 New Conglomerate armors, the laser lights attached to their helmets continued glowing after the darkness fell again. "Frog? Frog? Report in! Do you see anything?" "You...could..say that..." Frog quivered into his commlink --------------- Slowly twisting in the wind...-They Might Be Giants, Twisting in the Wind For those 50,000 who don't know the ZShazz thing, look here: http://www.planetside-universe.com/f...highlight=Tale
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2004-01-26, 11:50 PM
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This is fucking awesome.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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2004-01-27, 04:24 PM
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Brigadier General
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Chapter 1 Part 4: Fire, Thunder, Rain, and Blood
Divide and rule, a sound motto. ----------------------- Frog flipped on his map plan of the base, rock exploding around him. The NC were firing blind into the field of stone, and that was the one advantage the storm had granted the defenders there. Indexing close entrances, the map identified the backdoor. Frog ran across the side wall of the base, the constant ping of ricocheting bullets crying out around him. Whipping into the alcove, Frog fired some supression rounds back at the army of shadows chasing him, yelling into his commlink. "Sent! Sent, get everyone set up inside! get the backdoor covered, we have at least 10 New Conglomerate infantry heading in that way, with 20 more hitting the front!" "Roger that Frog. Lunar, get to the backdoor. Reign, you get to the front. NoS and Black, get to the foyer. Peacemaker and Cyrus, follow me." Frog rolled into the backdoor, slamming his fist against the side console. When the door still didn't close, he pulled out a Repeater and fired at it twice. It fizzled with the sound of ozone and slammed the door shut. "Frog!" cried Lunar from the bottom of the stairs. He had his chaingun drawn and was aiming it up the steps. "Shit, the door's jammed." "Set up a boomer." "Get ready guys." Frog drew his Cycler and took the sight up the stairs. A loud bang and a flash of smoke billowed out from the door, but it held fast under the explosion. It was a good thing, it seemed, that Lunar had reinforced all of the exits with faux titanium alloy. "Damn. Phoenix users, unload on that thing. We have our orders. Kill everyone and take the base, no matter how many there are and no matter how bad this storm gets." Explosion after explosion pounded on the door. After about a minute of fire fell down upon it, it cracked open. Lunar squeezed down on the trigger of the chaingun, lighting up the hall with bullets. Reign, NoSurrender, and Black were waiting at the foyer, taking cover behind the shield generators by the doorways. The NC at the door were talking as the hackers worked on cracking the door panel's encryption. "What are they saying?" NoS asked from behind his cover. "Some shit about a battleplan." whispered Reign. "It doesn't consist of much more than 'run in and shoot'" Black chuckled to himself. "Well, our plan is basically wait here, then run out and shoot." The door chimed the access designation. 20 New Conglomerate soldiers tenatively walked in, peering around for any defenders. Reign made a few hand signals as the team got into position. He nodded over to NoS. A single shotgun shell was tossed out, creating a small but clear klink on the floor. "What the hell was that?" "I dunno," said a faceless soldier, walking over to where the noise came from. "Go." NoS peered up from his cover, catching the wayward NC in the face with a shotgun blast. His blood speckled on NoS's face and visor. Black peered up from his blockade, tossing a plasma grenade and firing his Cycler into the mass of soldiers. The grenade detonated in a brilliant flash, followed by twisted screams from the soldiers caught in the blast. A sizzling of armor and stench of burnt flesh filled the air. The NC dropped to the ground, firing at the TR soldiers. They dropped behind the shield generators, barely missing the magnetically-driven fire of the Gauss and heavy buckshot of the Jackhammer. Reign clicked his Chainblade on, raised it, and threw it at a pair of NC coming for NoS. It caught one in the face, killing him instantly. "Shit!" "Run! Get away!" "Upstairs! Get upstairs!" The NC were on the run, firing down into the foyer as they went up the metal stairs and outside. Reign smiled, picking up 2 AMPs from one of the dead NC. "Sent. We are falling back from the backdoor. I hope you guys have something in store for these bastards," Lunar yelled over the commlink, bullets ringing in the background. "Bring them up to the stairs. We have a little something set up for them," Sent said slyly over the comm. Frog and Lunar bolted down the hallway, turning into the stairwell. Sent, Cyrus, and Peace were manning 3 makeshift 12mm machineguns, pilfered from storage and jury-rigged to some triggers and ammo bins. "Go! Get behind the guns!" The NC were turning into the stairs. Frog and Lunar couldn't see what was going on behind the muzzle flash and the bodies of the machinegunners, but they heard bullets zinging, mean screaming and blood spattering. "Backdoor area secure," Sent said in a general broadcast to the squad. Reign, Black, and NoSurrender were stepping over the dead in the foyer, picking up some Gauss rifles and ammunition. They turned the corner and went out into the storm. The NC were down in the courtyard regrouping. Reign went into position over the upper walk, prepping his machine pistols. NoSurrender loaded his Gauss onto the railing to stabilize it, attaching a box of ammo directly to the bullet feed. Black pulled out 2 fragmentation grenades, reworking the wires a little to delay the detonator time. He dropped them into the crowd, making a small thud on the sand that was drowned out by the storm. Reign nodded to NoS, who opened up with his Gauss rifle, lighting up the dark with the bright, magnetically-driven shots. Before the soldiers could react, the 2 frag grenades exploded in a brilliant bang and shredding of metal. Reign peered over the fauxcrete barrier, unloading his AMPs into the crowd, catching a few soldiers in the web of bullets. The remaining NC were stumbling around, clutching their stomachs. Shrapnel. They coughed a little, gurgled, and fell to the ground. "Sent," NoS said, breathing heavily into his comm. "Front area secure." ------------------- Unite and lead, a better one. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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2004-01-28, 07:27 AM
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Brigadier General
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Chapter 1 Part 5: The Calm
All that is now, all that is gone, all that's to come, and everything under the sun is in tune --------------------- "Command, we need a dropship at the Pwyll Amp. Make sure there's some cargo room in it, we have 30-odd dead that need airlift." "Friendly?" "Hostile," Sentrosi clarified. "Tried to attack us in the storm, you see. It didn't work." "Roger that Sentrosi. Airlift is inbound." ObnoxiousFrog and NoSurrender were walking through the base, surveying what they had done the previous night. The stairs were the worst it seemed, the floor was slick with blood, and the walls had it splattered high upon them. The worst part, however, was that they knew that they were gonna need to clean it up. "Shit, I didn't even know people could bleed that much," NoS said to nothing in particular. "We're gonna have a hell of a time cleaning this mess up." Frog was busy talking with Peacemaker, who had just walked in from his patrol, about the crude 12mm setup in the stairwell. "Well, Sentrosi came up with the idea. Cyrus actually buit the things, and I wired them." "I'm suprised they didn't blow up in your faces. Look at how close the ammo is to the wires." "Well, it didn't blow up, and I think you can thank that little scientific error for saving your life." "Yea...well, I better be off to cleaning up around here. See you around." "See you." LunarWarrior scratched his face, looking down the backdoor hallway. 5 NC lie dead at the doorway, with 2 more along the stretch of the corridor. The thing that got to him, though, was the rows of bulletholes stretching every which way across the walls and ceiling. "I gotta work on my aim..." He groaned to himself. The dropship landed into the courtyard with a screech of engines cooling. The dustoff team met Sentrosi and his men over at the designated waypoint, where Reign, Black, and NoS had ambushed the broken NC squad. The drop crew was dumbfounded at how 3 people could have caused such malice. "Permission to speak candidly, sir?" One of the drop crew asked Sentrosi. "Go ahead." "How in holy FUCK did you guys manage to pull something like this off?" Sent turned his head to the Private. "We knew what we were doing. They acted according to procedure. We acted against their procedure. They didn't have a procedure against lack of procedure. You understand?" "Mildly..." "OK Gentlemen," The Drop Captain began. "Get on board in the passenger seats. Commander, I have new orders for you and your team." He handed Sentrosi a small holoprojection unit and a ROM. Sent gazed at the orders, a lump forming in his throat." "What are they?" Black asked, noticing Sent's obvious fear at what was on the memory. "Searhus. Oro. We are to link up with a small group of CDL and other Terran soldiers and hit the NC fortress at Pele. Hostile forces are reported to be heavy and heavily armed. Possible elite units stationed there in case of attack." Frog looked up at the sky, wondering what had become of ZShazz, what would become of the mission, what was to come later on. ----------------------------- but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. - Pink Floyd, Eclipse End Chapter 1
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2004-02-01, 12:53 PM
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Brigadier General
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Chapter 2: Silent
Part 1: Cauldron Going down for a time, my friends are gonna be there, too. ---------------------------- All Frog could hear was the quiet hum of the Galaxy engines from within it's passenger compartment. Him and the rest of the squad took a brief layover to the Terran Republic Sanctuary to dispose of the dead and to contact High Command about the damage done to Pwyll. Now, they were en route to Searhus, the volcanic continent at the core of Auraxis. He pulled the pump of his Sweeper shotgun back and forth, checking the mechanism. Sitting next to him was LunarWarrior and Black, silently checking their Mission Objectives list. The objective for the mission was to get into Pele, a base on Searhus owned by the NC, their fortress. They were to plant explosives on the generator and certain superstructure points, detonate them, and extracate before the whole thing went up. They were to meet Hamma and BlackDrop at Oro, the base across the caldera from Pele. CDL and another TR for this job were going in via the backdoor and moving in to lay the bombs. A direct fight was highly discouraged. "OK boys, welcome to Oro, Searhus," the Drop Captain asid over the dropship intercom. "We're dropping down now, get your shit and pile out." "You heard the man," Reign cut in. "Everyone out, I'm sure the welcome wagon is expecting us!" Searhus was a land of beautiful beaches, lush forests, and a large, reeking caldera in the middle. The squad was dealt the latter for this job, something they all weren't too fond of. Hamma, BlackDrop, ho, and the other TR: a young Special Assault expert named Doop. They were all waiting by their transports: 2 Deliverers and a Harasser were parked in the open section of the courtyard. "OK gentlemen," Hamma began, standing next to the Harasser. "I'm sure you've all read about what our job is here today. I need you all to load up into the transports, we have the insertion point and extraction points all set up and loaded into your Nav Maps. Here we go, gentlemen. Honor!" "Valor!" the team yelled back. "Victory!" they all shouted in unison. The engines of the Deliverers roared as they began to depart Oro for the fortress of the NC. Honor, to operate efficeintly. Valor, to not leave your comrades behind. Victory, to pull off the impossible. This was the cry of the Dragon Wolves, its echo still ringing through the caldera of Searhus. ------------------------------------ I'm on the highway to hell. - ACDC, Highway To Hell (Author's Note: Sorry for the lack of updatage, I've been busy the past few days.)
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2004-02-01, 04:48 PM
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I sense too much Terran espirit de corps. I will have to meet ObFrog in game personally and give him the Sweeper Smackdown.
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The gun katas. Through analysis of thousands of recorded gunfights, the Cleric has determined that the geometric distribution of antagonists in any gun battle is a statistically predictable element. The gun kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone, inflicting maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents while keeping the defender clear of the statistically traditional trajectories of return fire. By the rote mastery of this art, your firing efficiency will rise by no less than 120%. The difference of a 63% increase to lethal proficiency makes the master of the gun katas an adversary not to be taken lightly. |
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