<b>Profile: </b>A huge ox of a man, and about as bright. <b>Combat Skill:</b> Rambo, <b>FieldCraft Skills: </b>Battle Suit Training, Specialist (HMGs) <b>Trait:</b> Vital Spirit, Ox's Strength, <b>Items:</b> His own ‘special brew’, Blitz,
<b>Aaron is currently at the bar drinking with some other TSA recruits</b>.</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><u><b>Pvt. Julia 'Patch' Johnson</b></u>
<b>Profile:</b> Worries about her health almost as much as others. <b>Combat Skill:</b> Crack Shot, <b>FieldCraft Skills:</b> Combat Medic, Field Medic Training, <b>Trait:</b> Hypercondriac, <b>Items:</b> Med-pack x 5, Rebreather, Sentimental Necklace
Julia is sitting at a table by herself. Her head burried in a first aid book.</span>
<i>A bell rings through out the space station. Most people get up and leav to go to their dorms, a few stay and have a couple of drinks. It is now 19:00 you are all now of duty and may spend your free time exploring the ship or talking to crew.</i>
<u><b>NPC</b></u>
Barman, Guard 1, Guard 2, Pvt. Aaron 'Ox' Foster, Pvt. Julia 'Patch' Johnson, Pvt. Gary 'Fingers' Willard Sgt. Epoch
<b><span style='color:yellow'>Dea</span></b> What is your player defined circumstance for your <i>two fisted killer ability</i>? i.e; Wearing your favourite pair of Raybans, Wearing a trench coat, Has a toothpick in your mouth, Team mate are in danger, Your out numbered (but never out gunned <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->) Below 50% health, Down to your last few rounds? Make one up please.
<b>When you have done that POST the reply please.</b>
<b>I reckon some brandy would be nice <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
<span style='color:orange'>*follows Dea to the bar* "A stiff whisky on the rocks, thanks."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"I heard some space pirates are active in the area. you never know you might see some <i>real</i> action soon."</span> <span style='color:orange'>*The barman pours you a drink and mixes it.*</span> <span style='color:gray'>"Anything I get get for the lady?"</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Thanks fingers, but not quite what I was looking for. Later." *I head off to the armoury, to attempt to get some range time with my LMG*</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"shure, how about a virgin mary?" "pirates, huh? have they been getting stupid lately? seems pritty desperate to attack a ship full of marines."</span>
<span style='color:green'>*I arrive at the armoury. I go up to the person in charge and attempt to get clearance to practice with my LMG* "This is private William Door, here to have some extra LMG practice."</span>
<span style='color:red'>[You hand over the money to 'Fingers' which he takes and quickly stashes one of his many pockets]</span> <span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Cheers pal, I'll see you at dorm 15 at 21:00 hours." *Then he leaves*</span></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>[The barman hands you a drink.]</span> <i>"No not attacking here. Attacking here would be suicide. This is the TSA's HQ (Concorde Base). Just pleasure cruisers and the likes. I've heard more but it will cost ya <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->" <b>Pay the barman 5 CD?</b></i>
<span style='color:green'>[The guard lets you in and you sign out an LMG]</span> <i>"The <b>Holo-Range</b> is just in on your right. And remember to sign the LMG back in when you leave or there'll be trouble." In the <b>Holo-Range</b> holographic skulks leap towards you while you attempt to shoot them down. The skulks can't hurt you (holo-saftey protocol is on).</i>
Gonna add a time and date counter below. <b>Day 1 - Time 19:30 Star Date 6.2-31</b>
<span style='color:green'>"Thanks mate." *I head off to the Holo-range. Once in, I ready my weapon and call up some targets.* "Lets see if I can beat my personal best"</span>
Combat Skill: Firearms Specialist (lvl 2), Specialist (LMG) FieldCraft Skills: Battle Suit Training Trait: Vital Chance Cd: 50 Cd </span>
<i>Over the station intercom a bell rings and a female voice sounds over the tannoy. "The time is now 2030 Hours. 'Lights out' will commence at 21:00. All recruits are advised to proceed to their dorms. Thank you." The other recruits start making their way to their dorms.</i>
<span style='color:yellow'> /pursuade "hey, we're all friends here. besides, it could save my ****. lets hear what you have." *listens, then goes off to the dorms just before lights out*</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>/Persuade succeed</span> "Well when you put it like that you got a good point. I've also heard of a russian research station thats conducting illegal research involving Kharaa..." *Hears the bell* "Well is that the time... You Kids best get going."
<span style='color:green'>*I do a quick clean of the LMG. Once I complete this, I head back to the armoury and hand the LMG in* "Thanks again" I say to the guard *I head off to the dorm*</span>
<i>Soon you are all in your beds asleep. After a refreshing nights sleep an alarm buzzes in your room waking you up. "Breakfast will be served at 08:00 hours in the mess hall." The rota for today is: 09:00 - Accurracy Training 10:00 - Holo-training 12:00 - Lunch 13:00 - Ship Boarding Actions Training 15:30 - Break 15:45 - Lecture on 'Hirshelm Doctrine of Tactical Flexibility' 17:00 - Free time</i>
<span style='color:green'>*I roll out of bed. I go to the showers and wash, shave and dress in the on station uniform. Upon finishing that, I make my bed.*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>*drags self out of bed and over to the bathrooms for cleaning up* "Training, training, training, lecture...fun." *heads for the messhall*</span>
<b><span style='color:red'>*Sits up and gets out of bed* "Oh joy. Work" *Has a shower, drags on some clothes* "Stupid TSA uniform" *Heads off to messhall*</b></span>
<b>I think fingers robbed you... Sorry I completely forgot. The stuff is in a socking under your bed. Left by a merry man all in red. LoL, that rhymed. No worries Jemmeh, I had added the stuff you bought to your inventory and deducted the CD. It is in your locker. You may now start Missions with a SHOTGUN.</b>
<span style='color:red'>Jemmeh!
Combat Skill: Crack Shot FieldCraft Skills: Combat Medic, Field Medic Training Trait: Gut Feeling Items: 10 Med-packs, 7 ammo-packs, shotgun Cd: 1 Cd</span>
<i>You all walk into the mess hall and choose something to eat. Pvt. Gary 'Fingers' Willard makes his way over to your table and grabs himself a seat next to you.</i>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"I was just taking my moring stroll past the Operations room and I couldn't help but over hear a distress." "Some luxuary cruise linier was attcked just moments ago. If we're lucky..."</span></span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch approaches the table and Fingers goes quiet.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Moring Cadets! Looks like the lesson plan for today is off. The QE2003 cruise linier was attacked just moments ago. I have requested that our Squad be tasked to respond, Fingers you'll be accompianing us. Finish your breakfast and make your way to <b>Docking Bay 2</b> ASAP!"</span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch leaves the mess and heads towards the docking bay.</i>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Looks likes I'm with you guys. Just think of all the loot I could pick up on that ship <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> . If you guys are lucky I might sell some too you <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->"</span></span>
<b><span style='color:red'>*goes to his locker and grabs his stuff* "This shotty should come in handy <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> " *heads of to Docking Bay 2*</span></b>
<span style='color:green'>*I run to the lockers and I speedily and systematically prepare for combat.* "Action... Well at least it won't be too boring" *I run to Docking Bay 2* "I don't like having to constantly check that my equipment is there..."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Great, action instead of computer sims." *walks to his room to grab his gear, and then rushes over to Docking Bay 2* "Wouldn't want to miss the ship, eh?"</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Hope so. That way we don't have to worry about being turned into skulk food" *I glance through my LMG's scope* "That and I prefer slower moving targets"</span>
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<b>Profile: </b>A huge ox of a man, and about as bright.
<b>Combat Skill:</b> Rambo,
<b>FieldCraft Skills: </b>Battle Suit Training, Specialist (HMGs)
<b>Trait:</b> Vital Spirit, Ox's Strength,
<b>Items:</b> His own ‘special brew’, Blitz,
<b>Aaron is currently at the bar drinking with some other TSA recruits</b>.</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><u><b>Pvt. Julia 'Patch' Johnson</b></u>
<b>Profile:</b> Worries about her health almost as much as others.
<b>Combat Skill:</b> Crack Shot,
<b>FieldCraft Skills:</b> Combat Medic, Field Medic Training,
<b>Trait:</b> Hypercondriac,
<b>Items:</b> Med-pack x 5, Rebreather, Sentimental Necklace
Julia is sitting at a table by herself. Her head burried in a first aid book.</span>
<u><b>NPC</b></u>
Barman,
Guard 1,
Guard 2,
Pvt. Aaron 'Ox' Foster,
Pvt. Julia 'Patch' Johnson,
Pvt. Gary 'Fingers' Willard
Sgt. Epoch
<b><u>Locations</u></b>
Armoury
Bridge
Brigg
Dorms
Docking Bays
HoloDeck
Science Labs
<b><span style='color:yellow'>Dea</span></b>
What is your player defined circumstance for your <i>two fisted killer ability</i>?
i.e;
Wearing your favourite pair of Raybans,
Wearing a trench coat,
Has a toothpick in your mouth,
Team mate are in danger,
Your out numbered (but never out gunned <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->)
Below 50% health,
Down to your last few rounds?
Make one up please.
<b>When you have done that POST the reply please.</b>
AND
<span style='color:orange'><b>Parhelion</b></span>
What is in your hip flask?
i.e;
Blitz,
Alcahol,
Lucazade,
Water,
Your own special brew,
Make one up.
<b>When you have done that POST the reply please.</b>
<span style='color:yellow'>*goes up to barman*
"so, heard any good rumors lately?"</span>
<span style='color:orange'>*follows Dea to the bar*
"A stiff whisky on the rocks, thanks."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>*The barman pours you a drink and mixes it.*</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Anything I get get for the lady?"</span>
*I head off to the armoury, to attempt to get some range time with my LMG*</span>
"pirates, huh? have they been getting stupid lately? seems pritty desperate to attack a ship full of marines."</span>
"This is private William Door, here to have some extra LMG practice."</span>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Cheers pal, I'll see you at dorm 15 at 21:00 hours."
*Then he leaves*</span></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>[The barman hands you a drink.]</span>
<i>"No not attacking here. Attacking here would be suicide. This is the TSA's HQ (Concorde Base). Just pleasure cruisers and the likes. I've heard more but it will cost ya <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->"
<b>Pay the barman 5 CD?</b></i>
<span style='color:green'>[The guard lets you in and you sign out an LMG]</span>
<i>"The <b>Holo-Range</b> is just in on your right. And remember to sign the LMG back in when you leave or there'll be trouble."
In the <b>Holo-Range</b> holographic skulks leap towards you while you attempt to shoot them down. The skulks can't hurt you (holo-saftey protocol is on).</i>
Gonna add a time and date counter below.
<b>Day 1 - Time 19:30
Star Date 6.2-31</b>
*I head off to the Holo-range. Once in, I ready my weapon and call up some targets.*
"Lets see if I can beat my personal best"</span>
Pvt William 'Bill' Door
Combat Skill: Firearms Specialist (lvl 2), Specialist (LMG)
FieldCraft Skills: Battle Suit Training
Trait: Vital Chance
Cd: 50 Cd </span>
<i>Over the station intercom a bell rings and a female voice sounds over the tannoy.
"The time is now 2030 Hours. 'Lights out' will commence at 21:00. All recruits are advised to proceed to their dorms. Thank you."
The other recruits start making their way to their dorms.</i>
Day 1 - Time 20:30
*listens, then goes off to the dorms just before lights out*</span>
"Well when you put it like that you got a good point. I've also heard of a russian research station thats conducting illegal research involving Kharaa..."
*Hears the bell*
"Well is that the time... You Kids best get going."
"Thanks again" I say to the guard
*I head off to the dorm*</span>
After a refreshing nights sleep an alarm buzzes in your room waking you up.
"Breakfast will be served at 08:00 hours in the mess hall."
The rota for today is:
09:00 - Accurracy Training
10:00 - Holo-training
12:00 - Lunch
13:00 - Ship Boarding Actions Training
15:30 - Break
15:45 - Lecture on 'Hirshelm Doctrine of Tactical Flexibility'
17:00 - Free time</i>
Day 2 - Time 07:00
{yawn}"anouther wonderful day"
*heads to mess*</span>
"Training, training, training, lecture...fun."
*heads for the messhall*</span>
<b><span style='color:red'>*Sits up and gets out of bed*
"Oh joy. Work"
*Has a shower, drags on some clothes*
"Stupid TSA uniform"
*Heads off to messhall*</b></span>
The stuff is in a socking under your bed. Left by a merry man all in red.
LoL, that rhymed.
No worries Jemmeh, I had added the stuff you bought to your inventory and deducted the CD. It is in your locker. You may now start Missions with a SHOTGUN.</b>
<span style='color:red'>Jemmeh!
Combat Skill: Crack Shot
FieldCraft Skills: Combat Medic, Field Medic Training
Trait: Gut Feeling
Items: 10 Med-packs, 7 ammo-packs, shotgun
Cd: 1 Cd</span>
Pvt. Gary 'Fingers' Willard makes his way over to your table and grabs himself a seat next to you.</i>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"I was just taking my moring stroll past the Operations room and I couldn't help but over hear a distress."
"Some luxuary cruise linier was attcked just moments ago. If we're lucky..."</span></span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch approaches the table and Fingers goes quiet.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Moring Cadets! Looks like the lesson plan for today is off. The QE2003 cruise linier was attacked just moments ago. I have requested that our Squad be tasked to respond, Fingers you'll be accompianing us. Finish your breakfast and make your way to <b>Docking Bay 2</b> ASAP!"</span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch leaves the mess and heads towards the docking bay.</i>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Looks likes I'm with you guys. Just think of all the loot I could pick up on that ship <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> . If you guys are lucky I might sell some too you <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->"</span></span>
Day 2 - Time 08:15
"This shotty should come in handy <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> "
*heads of to Docking Bay 2*</span></b>
"Action... Well at least it won't be too boring"
*I run to Docking Bay 2*
"I don't like having to constantly check that my equipment is there..."</span>
*walks to his room to grab his gear, and then rushes over to Docking Bay 2*
"Wouldn't want to miss the ship, eh?"</span>
"so, pirates?"</span>
*I glance through my LMG's scope*
"That and I prefer slower moving targets"</span>