RPG:Freedom Fighters (Page 2 of 5)

[YES!!!  I'M finally in an RPG!  Hope this guys is ok, just tell me if I need to change something]

Name: Eric Kelborn

Age: 18

Affiliation: Freedom Fighters

Rank: Regular fighter

Weapons: AK-74 (isn't that the gun you said replaced the AK-47 Ralin?) and a pistol

Appearance: wears a short leather jacket with army pants and boots, is 5 foot 10 and has blue eyes and brown hair

Personality:  Tries to be funny all the time and loves to hang out with others.  Very friendly to everybody, he's considered the 'lovable one.'  However, he is deeply hurt about what happened to his parents, and often fakes his funny and friendly ways to conceal how hurt he is inside.  But he has no fear during battle, and is often cracking jokes to the others during a shootout

History: Was raised in a average, middle class family in NYC.  His parents were very peace loving people, and forbid Eric from joining the Freedom's Wach before the invasion, telling him they were all 'gun carrying vigilanties who were no better then gangs.'  When the invasion started, was rescued by the Freedom Fighters after the attack on New York.   They trained him to fight and now Eric's an active and accepted member of the group.  He never knew what happened to his parents, and hopes to find them someday

Mitch’s crosshair moved from one Red guard to the next, his finger itching to pull the trigger.  Not yet……….their time will come he consoled himself.  After a third recount, he lowered his weapon.  “There’s REALLY only twelve of them down there” he whispered.  “One squad to watch prisoners on this side of town……..this will be easy.”

“I thought the Major only wanted us to recon them; not storm the place” said Alex, the freezing air revealing his misty breath with each word.

“He didn’t say we COULDN’T either, did he?”  Mitch pulled the receiver of his AK-108 back a hair, making sure he had a round chambered.  “You’re supposed to be a pretty crack shot right?  You hang here and so some sniper work for us.  Start shooting in five minutes starting…………….now” he said, patting Alex on the shoulder a couple times before he and Rechelle rushed off toward the building’s stairway…..

Yeah, it's fine. Welcome to Freedom Fighters!!

Austin walked out of the building with a scowl on his face.
The officer in charge had just told him what the commander had said. He had presented him with a deal: Stay and help deal with the so-called: Freedom Fighters, and they would let him go. They would even give him a boat that would take him to whatever island he choose.
But Austin didnt care to kill other Americans. It was a tough choice, as the snow crunched under his feet as he steped down the staris, he took a look at the prisoners inside the fence. He REALLY didnt want to end up like them.
CRACK!
A round just went off and a gaurd to Austins left slumped to the ground. "Sh*t.." He whispered as he took cover behind the building. He loaded his M1 with a clip, and was reassured by the familiar sound of the magizine chamber closing. Austin braced himself for the coming battle.

Character Sheet
Name: Patrick MacMillan
Age: 31
Affiliation: Freedom Fighters
Appearance: Fierce blue eyes, dirty-blonde hair buzzed, wears black stealth combat gear, when in public usually wears jeans, t-shirt  and jacket with his pistol concealed. Uses ghilly suit if sniping.

Background: Patrick was abandoned by his parents and never had any close friends. While in an orphanage he became friends with another orphan. These two were best friends and joined the U.S.M.C. when they were 18. They both became Marine snipers during training. 5 years before the invasion, Patrick was inducted into the Counter Intelligence program where he became adept at surveillance, hand-to-hand combat, stealth combat, sabotage, and demolitions. When the U.S.S.R. invaded Patrick was sent to the front as part of an advanced recon group. Patrick survived the horrors of the war but his comrade in arms and best friend died at the hands of the Russians. As he died in Patrick's arms, Patrick promised that he would avenge his friends death and drive the Russians out of the U.S. Since then, Patrick has been part of the resistance.

Personality: Patrick is very distant and cold. He fights to fulfill his promise to he slain comrade. He can be moody at times and sometimes delights in killing the Russians. He is afraid of dogs because of having been chased by them in the war. He has sympathy for the Russian conscripts that are occupying against their will.

Weapons: Cheytac M200 Intervention Long Range Rifle System with Advanced Ballistic Computer. (I'll Try to get a picture of it soon.)
Silenced MP-5, and silenced M9 Beretta, Intervention is equipped with suppressor as well.
Carries claymores when sniping and C4 when gathering intel.

Ah, so we have someone who thinks this is a metal gear RPG. Well its not.

Viktor and his spotter, Boris, lay prone atop a city building watching the Soviet Convoy through the scope of his Dragunov come down the road.  As of late the fighters had become a bit more bold in their attacks.  So the USSR stepped up their guarding of the convoys.  The convoy was just coming across the bridge when a shot ran out.  The first truck swerved and ran off the road.  Burst of rifle fire were heard from across the city below.  Viktor sat and waited.  Finally all of the Soviets had been either killed by the rebels or they had shot themselves in order to keep their secrets.

The rebels emerged from their hiding spots and made their way down to the convoy.  The leader opened the back flap and a series of explosions rocked the city.  All the trucks were rigged to explode when any of the flaps were opened.

Boris' radio chirped to life.  <Permission to engage enemy granted.>  Viktor looked to Boris who gave him a nod.  Vik lined up the sniper and picked off any of the survivors.  After about 5 minutes it was done.  Out of the 20 rebels, only 2 had managed to get away.  All in all a success.  As they made their way to the stairs the radio chirped to life again.

<Boris!  Viktor!  Get down to the prisoner compound now!  We have an attempted breakout!>

They hurried their way down and hopped in the car.  Gunning it, Boris headed off in the direction of compound.

Dimitry was watching, his vantage point was rather good, an old apartment, its wall open to the outside world, the building was abandoned. Dimitry had covered himself with an old blanket, making a urban version of a ghillie suit. He had surrounded his area with glass, giving him a bit of a early warning system.

He heard a crunch and rolled over, bringing his pistol up, pointing it at the head of a soldier. The soldiers uniform was unmistakable. Spetsnaz. "Dimitry? &#1063;&#1090;&#1086; &#1042;&#1099; &#1076;&#1077;&#1083;&#1072;&#1077;&#1090;&#1077; &#1079;&#1076;&#1077;&#1089;&#1100;?" Dimitry knew this man, he was a good friend of his, they had been raised in the same area, and had been good friends since. Dimitry disarmed his friend, pushing him back. "&#1054;&#1089;&#1090;&#1072;&#1085;&#1086;&#1074;&#1080;&#1090;&#1077;&#1089;&#1100;! &#1055;&#1086;&#1095;&#1077;&#1084;&#1091; &#1042;&#1099; &#1076;&#1077;&#1083;&#1072;&#1077;&#1090;&#1077; &#1101;&#1090;&#1086;? &#1053;&#1077;&#1090;!" Dimitry looked down at the man, he was his friend, he was a brother to him. They had gone to school together, and joined the military together. Dimitry Chuikov leveled his pistol at his freinds head. He was loyal. He would not fail in his mission "&#1044;&#1083;&#1103; &#1052;&#1072;&#1090;&#1077;&#1088;&#1080; &#1056;&#1086;&#1089;&#1089;&#1080;&#1103;"

*BANG*

((http://translation2.paralink.com/ This is the translator i'm using just copy/paste, make it russian to english))

((I'd like to jump in...Im just not sure how yet, if anyone has any need for the Black ops talents of Captain Blackmoon, feel free. I'll catch up when I can...))

Ya... i got that...still not sure how to proceed...lot on my mind and all, recently. Ill see what i can do soon...

Patrick sauntered down the streets of Soviet occupied New York. He was part of the underground revolutionary movement, the Freedom Fighters. He was just on his way to get a mission briefing from command. Gun shots could be heard in the distance. "I wonder what it is now?" Patrick asked himself as he turned down the alley that led to the headquarters. Once he got briefed he would gear up and head out to undermine Russian control in New York. Patrick paused, remembering in a brief moment the death of his friend in his arms, he renewed his pace and went into the headquarters to be briefed on his next assignment.

ooc: I'll give you time to think, alor. EDITED: Here ya go, RD.

ic: Before Blackmoon could answer, a resistance member rushed into the room. "Major, some of our forward scouts have reported in. They've found something, and they think you had better see it."

Kados immediately started grabbing kit, throwing a bandoleer of ammo over his shoulder, and grabbing his BAR, MP5, and P226, he headed for the door. He turned just long enough to say, "Just give me your answer when I get back, Captain." Then he followed the man out the door.

------------------------- 30 Minutes later --------------------------

Kados knelt next to one of the scouts. "Right. What did you find?"

"Well, we noticed a bit of movement here, and we decided to check it out. A large number of officers and Elites appear to be congregating on this point. It looks like they've even got a Lieutenant Colonel, and there are still vehicles coming in."

Kados thought rapidly. "Don't say anything about his to anyone. This is vital information, but we can't let it leak, and scare all the Reds off. Understand?"

"Aye, sir."