Topic: NYC: Warzone (RPG)

This takes place in the near future, like next year, in this the US has been invaded by an unknown army (feel free to suggest names), which speaks english, and has the same technonlogy. you can play as anyone, be it soldier or civillian, airforce,navy,army,marines,or national guard.
This RPG takes place in New York City, and it has been turned into a warzone, buildings hit by missiles, everything is wrecked.
most of you have seen the rules so i wont take to long on them
1watch language please
2 be consistant dont talk to dead people for instance
3 have fun
4:you may have multiple characters, but one at a time.

character "Sheet"
Name:
Allegince:(either USA or Unkown)
Occupation:
Rank:(millitary only)
Weapons:

ok heres mine
Name:John Lorenzo
Allegiance:USA
Occupation: Paratrooper, United States Army
Rank: Major
Weapons:M16, standard issue pistol, Combat knife, grenades

John was sepparated from his squad, he had dropped right out side NYC, in a storm. He had been blown off course, and was now in the city, trying to figureout where he was. He had been here before, and everything had changed, buildings were blasted part, bodies were scattered on the ground, cars were wrecked everywhere. He continued on, trying not to think about how alone he was.

Name: Jake Wells
Allegence: USA for now
Occupation: Merc/Enforcer for the Gambrelli family
Rank: N/A
Weapons: H&K416 .556 rifle and Glock 31 .357 semi automatic pistol plus a Kukri hung upside down between his shoulderblades.

     Jake was in the enterance to the Holland Tunnel Just on the New Jersey side catching a glimps of some obviosly lost Amarican trooper he decided to lend a hand.
"Hey Trooper over here." he called out waveing his hand."This is the Holland tunnel on the other side is lower Manhattin."
John Lorenzo looked shocked"You mean to tell me that I am not in NYC yet?"
"Thats right your still in Jersey NYC is f@#$%d and aint gettin any better, where's the rest of your unit?"

"How should I know? When we came in the wind was prety bad, and jumping into a city isnt realy the easiest thing in the world." John raises his gun "Im sory but I need to ask who you are, and what your doing here."

"Names Jake, I was on my way out of here when the $hi* hit the fan. As for why I was here lets say I had some business in the city and leave it at that." 
Jake was looking back toward the black Lincolin Towncar.
"My boss wanted some extra protection with this mess.  Anyway if you want in the tunnel is still open the GW bridge is down and so is the Brooklyn. Don't go near Centeral Park, to many hostils there they gunned down Joey yesterday."

"Great, thats where my squad was heading, I already tried the radio, cant reach them, some weird kind of interferance..."John said as he lowerd his gun, glancing around nervously.

"Look a good place to stage from is in the pit were Ground Zero was the New York Milita has a strong hold there and in the sub-way running along there." Jake said "They could use someone to lead them."
Looking back at the Lincolin.
"I could get you close if you want a ride?""Look if go thrugh the tunnel we'll come out close to the A-Line follow it down the the E-line that will take you right to Ground Zero."

"Ok....wait....."John looked around nervously "Get down!" he yelled, and pushed Jake down, as some bullets hit near them, he returned fire, not knowing where the shots came form, and took cover.

"Damm I thought they would be held up a bit loger befor they got here c'mon through the tunnel."
Getting up and taking off for the enterence for the tunnel staying low useing the toll booths for cover.

((Idea England and the common wealth are at war with the U.S. using Canada for a stageing area.))

hmmm.....makes sense...im gona wait a bit before i put that in, some one may have another idea.)

"C'mon or the'll have your a$$ in a sling befor you know it.  They have almost the same tactics as the Navy Seals hit the enemy so hard and violently that they think they are being hit by a much larger force and then vanish, tieing up all kinds of resorces." Jake said while running down the tunnel.
"Up here into the vent I left some supplies in their." Once he and John were in the vent shaft, Jake pulled the safty pin out of a claymore mine.
"If they try to follow they will get a nasty surprise."
     The ventalation shaft was large enough to stand in because it was also the service passage.

"Hope they dont use grenades." John said, glancing back every so often, and still not completely trusting his new 'freind'.

Stopping to look around he saw John doing the same thing.  Reaching into a small duct Jake pulled out a flat case inside was his rifle and a different jacket.  The digital cammo jackets tan green pattern was broken by the Chalker TAC sling that always kept his weapon at the ready even if not in his hands.  He turned and looked back at John who was still uneasy about his new found companion.
"Here take these." Tossing him a small pouch with three .556 magazines "They should fit that Colt POS your useing.  I don't know how much stuff you got left so help yourself.  After this war though you are gonna owe me though."  Pulling the Glock from under his shirt he placed it in a holster on his hip after checking to make sure that the batteries in the laser were still working.
"You got cross hairs or red dot? Cause I don't have batteries for the red dot."

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"whered you get the ACUs?" John asked, eyeing the jacket that had been pulled out. "I got batteries." he looked behind him agian, still slightly expecting an attack.

"John my boy how old are you? 20, 21 you went through jump school at Ft. Benning and have been doing this for what 3 years?  In my line of work you take what you can when you can and you don't ask to many questions.  Ok, now we need to get out of here they will probably not do anything special for one lost paratroop and one civi. but, don't think that in their great scheme that the Holland tunnel is not vital it is the only thing that they don't hold and is the only way from the city to the main land remember that four of the five burroghs are on islands."
     Walking toward Manhattin he knew that holding the tunnel was vital and haveing enemy snipers at one end was bad very bad that only means one thing that they are going to assault the tunnel soon.

great I knew it....were gona die John thought to himself "Theres supposed to be a armored regiment, and some air-cav guys on the way."

"Do you know where they are gonna be comeing in from?" Jake asked.
Stopping by a service door Jake cautiously took a look out side and saw a bullet riddled police car.  Stepping out into the tunnel Jake went to the police car the cop was dead his gun was already taken but they hadn't pulled out the radio.
"It's got a radio, you could call for reenforcements if you got a frequency that works."  Jake said and with that took a defensive stance at the front of the car.

"No, radio silence. The should be coming from the west." John looked back, and didnt see anything, he didnt hear anything exept for distant gunfire, but that was a given in a warzone.
(man, you gota love the radio silence order in fictional cases.....great for plotline, bad for people, thats why I said fictional...)

Looking arround the tunnel Jake suddenly felt like he was back in Iraq behind enemy lines trying to make his way back to the safety of a frendly fire base. 
Then it occured to him."John can you drive a stick?"
With a puzzeled look on his face John answerd "Yes, but what the hell does that have to do with anything right now?"
"You see that dump truck?"
"Yah?!"
Popping the lock on the trunk of the police car he found gold or at least the combat equvalent.  This cop was on the bomb squad and had enough kevlarg to stop a cannon.
"Bingo!!  Let me hot wire that thing you drive I'll cover you, wear the bomb disposal suit that way if any rounds make it through the cab it won't kill you it will feel like you got hit with a hammer though. Once out side raise the bed of the dumper it will give more cover and that is were I'll be rideing right behind the cab in between the dumper. If I miss anyone that dosen't look frendly run'em over, ok."
With that he walked over to the truck and went to work.

"Great.......now i feel like in in a video game...." John gets in, and prepares to drive.

As John drove ahead pushing broken and wrecked cars out of the way, once they hit the topside were light poured in, John did as Jake asked and raised the dumper bed sheilding the two from the top and rear.  Fireing as they went Jake hit two enemy soldiers center mass John ran over a humvee.
Yelling to John "Turn right onto Hudson st. then make a Left on Cannal that will take us to Broadway.  Their should be friendlies there."
Their was a barakade on Broadway.
"Stop the truck now get out with your hands up.  You are now in the custody of the New York Malita." said someone behind the barakade.
Surpriseingly enogh to Jake it was a womans voice.
"Nice to here you sweetheart where the F*@k would you like us to park."

"This is John Lorenzo of the United States Army, who are you?" This was responded to by a warning shot that was a little close to being in the center of his arm, it had cut a gouge in his arm "Ok then," he said. "Great directions there...."

"Don't worry they are always like that." Jake said to John
Yelling over the barakade "Hey sweet cheeks you mind not makeing us dead until after you know who we are?"
That was responded with another shot.
"If I find the motherf*#@er shooting at us......."
"You'll what?" said the female voice cutting Jakes tirade off, Jake turned to look she was now standing behind them.
"Sylvia, that is some way to treat a friend." Jake said
"Shut up you maggot, you got a lot of nerve comming back here." Was her response
"I still had some buisness to take care of in Jersey."
"The families don't care right now they are just trying to survive."
"Well after the war they are gonna care and if I didn't do my job, after the war I would be first on the list to be whacked.  Sorry John but this is a private matter, go get your arm looked at will ya.  They really are a little edgy."

Name: Ben Rike
Age:22
Appeance/Armor:(Regular combat Marine uniform)
Allegince: U.S.A
Occupation: Marine, Rifle man
Rank: Captian
Weapons: Rx4 Storm, Colt, one frag grenade

Maning the Black Hawk 50. caliber Machine gun, Bens team of six other Marines prepared for eliminating the snipers located around the Manhattan tunnel to N.Y. "Where coming on the drop zone sir!" yelled his sergeant. "Right! he replied. Lock and load!! I'll clear any Infantry with the 50. cal!!"

Still argueing with Sylvia, Jake heard the sound of a blackhawk flying low over-head.
"Gimmy your binoculars." Jake inturuppted Sylvia.  Looking up he caught a glimps of it U.S.M.C was painted on the tail.
"Well it's friendly lets hope they know we are, you got a flag?" Jake asked.
"Yes we have our pride to show ya-know." was her retourt.
"Runner up so they don't perforate us.  John those friends of your's?" 
F@*k, Jake thought to himself marines, they might know who he was if he was unlucky.  Seals didn't work well with Marines, or Army for that matter but Marines usualy thought that all the Navy was good for was getting them to the war zone.  The chances of running into anyone from his past were slim to none he reassured himself.
If he could get to the Armies sector he would be fine, he never had a run in with them.
"John where is that armoured division supposed be?"

"I dont know, but they should be coming from the south, we kinda had a comunications breakdown after they invaded."

"Look sir!" one of the marines said. "Should we open fire?" Thats a negative Privat, replied Ben "Look! there runing up a American flag!"
The Blackhawk prepared to land in the street.

Damn looks like I'll have to make myself scarse, soon Jake though as the dust was being kicked up by the landing chopper.
"Sylvia, where is a good place to eat around here?"
"Jake, your sense of humor died a long time ago dear, but in the sewer their is some nice warm s*#t." was her answer as she walked away.
"OK, I'll keep that in mind." Jake said. looking at the marines disembarking he thought he saw one he recognized.

Name:Commando Mark Ijun
age:34
family:a wife and three kids
weapons:RF-68 standard battle rifle, 6 mines and a knife
power:45

(so....your character's first name is Comando? :)
also, you need a rank and allegance)
John looked up, "Great.....marines...." he said. "Well, guess that means the AAs taken care of..."

"John I guess they can tell you where the rest of your company is at."  Jake said while positioning John between himself and the marines.  Yup he thought, I know that officer.  I hope I don't look like I used to enough to be recognized.  Putting on a cammo cap matching his jacket he thought he might dissapere into the crowd, now gathering around the chopper eager to hear of news from other parts of the country.

"Rike," John said, grinning, "last place I saw you was where, Baghdad? I remember you doin' some realy stupid stuff back there." "I remember you still owe me twenty bucks." Rike said. "Right, you still owe me thrity from that poker game. Why are you here?" John asked.

"Where here to take out the enemy forces keeping this tunnel guarded." Replied Rike. "Do you have any intel?"

Jake was right he knew him and they had not parted on good terms, ducking away he made himself scarse wanting to see if they were heading back to the Holland Tunnel, if they were he would have to get ahead and dissarm the traps.  He didn't want to be responsable for killing friendly troops.

"Well obviously the AAs out. so that means their coms should be out and-....yeah, by the Holland Tunnel, NY Millitia camp. Yeah, allright. Got some marines here.  Come to my position, were on broadway." John said over his radio. "They requroup here and we go go to take out their refuling station"

Name:Borelli, Nicolas A
Allegince: USA
Occupation: USMC Scout Sniper, Linguist
Rank:SSgt (Staff Seargent)
Weapons: M16 A4 w/ ACOG 4x sight, M82A2 .50BMG sniper rifle(the Barret) and a Kimber Warrior .45ACP, USMC 7.5" KA-BAR
Uniform: USMC Desert MARPAT
Armor: Kevlar Helmet, Interceptor vest with  Front, Rear, and Side SAPI plates.

(THis rocks yall.  I'm actually a marine, so this is cool.)

:SSgt Borelli observed teh American command post from his viewpoint on the rooftops, his 10x scope honed in on the officers, his binocs observing for threats.  He picked up his field radio, dialed the freq he could read through his scope, and pressed the button.  He spoke in a whisper, as was habit of USMC Snipers.:

"American CP, this is SB-50.  Requesting permission to enter CP."

Jake pried open a manhole cover and worked his way into the storm sewer, going west then north he popped up a block and half from the enterance, one problem enemy forces were in the area.  Jake could see the destruction that he and John had caused an hour before and that enemy soldiers were looking at the bodies of their comrads.  Seeing a 7-11 that was closed and shot up he crawled out of the sewer drain between a cab and a burned out Chevy.  Makeing his way into the store he found what he was looking for the means for a diversion.  A disposibel cammera with a flash, bic flick lighters and some liquor.  Takeing the lighters he wrapped them arond a bottle of tequila at 120 proof it would burn quite well, unscrewing the cap off the bottle of whisky he would use that as a fuse he cut a smaal hole in the cap of tequila and placed it in a plastic bag.  He made his way back to in between the cab and burned out car grabbing bits of metal and other derise he put it all in the bag tied it shut and placed it under the gas tank of the cab with the tequila bottle on it's side, he poured whisky all over the bag and ran a trail back to the drain.  He climbed back down and lit the make shift fuse.  Alcohol bunrs fast on less than a second it was to the bag, a second later the lighters burst with the hot shrapnel puncturing the fuel tank as soon as the fuel hit the flames below it erupted like a volcano turning the cab into a 2000 pound claymore mine killing a squad and causeing the others to fall back.  While the enemy was reeling Jake made his way back out of the sewer and ran towards the tunnel, the thick black smoke of the gas fire blocked anyone ot the roof tops from being able to see him.

((Facts: 4 bic-flick lighters have the explosive power of 1 stick of black powder dynamite,  120 prooff is 60% alcohol and burns quite well.))

(But the plastic parts from an exploding lighter wouldn't punture a steel or aluminum gas tank.  Nice use of improvised weapons, though.)

:Nick watched the explosion through his binocs, saw the manhole covering close.  His night vision and thermal imaging optics easily picking out the 30 plus invaders and the man who had just set the explosion.   His scanners picked up a police radion in the area, and active one.  He decided to hold his fire on the enemy troops until he found out who the new combatants were. He dialed their frequency now.:

"Manhole Force, this is SB-50, overwatch in postition over your location.  What is your designation?"

(yeah, IEDs, great when we use them, bad when they do, you know what i mean?)

(I haven't deployed yet, so I have little experience with them.)

(thankfully neither has my dad.)

(Ah, a Millitary family.  Tell him I've got a platoon wishing him well.  Is that he hasn't deployed, or hasn't hit an IED?)

(IED, hes on a base, P.A.)

(yeah, I know how you feel. My dad deployed last year to Iraq)

The sound of the explosion echoed all the way to the Blackhawks landing area. Rike turned to were the explosion came from, he could see a cloud of smoke forming over the area.

(( That is why the bag was packed with metal parts from the burned out chevy. A buddy of mine was in Afganistan for a year, then instead of comming home they sent him to Iraq.))

:Raj'el clicked the radio again:

"Manhole force, respond, or be classified hostile.  Over."

(Some one had to post IC.  Come on, lets get on with it.)

Jake turned the volume down on the radio"This is Jake Wells of the New York City Milita, if you are defending then consider me friendly."  Jake was almost ready to be shot when his radio came back with.
"Proceed to your destination we have you covered."  The silent sigh of releif was a good feeling, better than being shot and left to bleed to death to see if anyone was going to come to your aid.  Once in a conceled area Jake decided that their were enough friendlys to warrent him to put an American flag patch on his jacket, sticking it to the velcrow on his shoulder.  It was the green and black cammo pattern with infared stiching so in low light or night friendlys with night vision wouldn't mistake him.

"Sounds like Jakes been busy" John muttered as he walked into the command tent of the millitia. "So, you got a plan or what? My squad is gona regroup here, then move on to our rally point."

:Nick watched them get up and leave.  He strapped his rifle to his back, stowed his binocs, and shouldered his m16.  He slicked the radio one last time.:

"Manhole force, you have a call sign.  This is SSgt Borelli of USMC Intelligence, operating alone.  Advise of your current position for pick up."

"Negative SSgt Borelli, I just regained access to the holland tunnel.  I have to disarm my traps before our guys get here wouldn't want to blow up friendlies.  But you can call me E1 Wells."  Jake was entering the sevice passage for the tunnel.  He pulled of a vent cover and inserted a safety pin into a claymore and put it in his backpack, while in their he pulled out his own night vision had them at the ready.  Useing a garrage door remote he clicked the main button, there was a muffeled explosion and everything went dark, he turned on the night vision the familiar green world that had been his friend long ago was back and he would be up to his old tricks.

"Roger that callsign Manhole Force.  I just arrived in town a few hours ago.  Where's friendly HQ?"