Gunbird

OK, Im going to mention something I didn’t put in the rules the first time. First, BasileusIoannis said that there is no oil terminal in Doha but there is one 25 miles from it at Um Said. So I'm thinking the game will start with the contractors riding in shuttle vans to that terminal. The briefing will happen before the game starts so it doesn't slow it down too much. Your PCs are not to carry their weapons until the oil tanker is out in international waters (it should take 15 minutes for the ship to get out there at full speed, but you’re playing the Night crew so it don't really matter that much.) The weapons themselves will be in locked storage units with eye and fingerprint scanners. Other high tech gadgets, laser trip alarms, thermal cameras, encrypted phones and tablets, and some less high tech stuff like razor wire. There will be 2 riflemen patrolling starboard, 2 on port, 1 bow with the machine gunner, a sniper/marksman on top of the bridge, and the sub supervisor and camera operator are in the bridge. Ok now I need to plan how the story gose in this game.

Ah. Not the accessories on the AR.

A heavily customized AR15 in what way? Edit: And this is what the contractors look like. And this is what you will fell like at the end of the job.

Speaking of guns. This is what the standard rifle and hand gun looks like. Colt LE 6920 SIG P226R

Your decision IKaika.

You can have either or. But shooting a rifle in full auto will be vary inaccurate.

OK I just edited the rules.

I don't know if I want to using that trope. There are going to be some NPCs(And my PCs if there unlucky enough) that are going to think the monsters are angels or demons. I don't want to revile too much about whats going to happen since you might want to play. Edite: And here is a Trope you might want to read. http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PrivateMilitaryContractors

Ok Im trying to make a sort of portal fantasy with a military twist. It's mostly going to follow a platoon SEAL were they go though into a fantasy world. Here is the prologue. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know this message will not see the light of day before six years, if ever, but there’er some things that I need to get off my chest about what is now called the “Portal Conflict.” Don’t get me wrong. I'm not someone who goes around wearing a flower in my hair, or a Guy Fawkes mask on my face. I do not regret serving in one of the country's most badass special forces, the Navy SEALs. But I do regret telling the higher ups that they were in way over their heads. Just because the rescue mission into that other world was a success, and it was the only ‘good’ reason to go in there in the first place, it does not mean that the operations after that will be a cake walk. If you have an enemy that can liquefy metal, shoot lighting bolts, and give you a mind fuck with a few words, you should take them seriously. But despite all the bullshit me and my brothers have to go through, with both combat and politics, I would do this all over again. Besides, it felt like I was playing D&D again…kind of. Brian O'Casey (Need a rank and what team he in) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So what do you thank?

No, its just don't know what what to think about Obs. IDK about the system. It seems to be a bit forest to me.

Ummmmmmm.......... ......Potato?

Im think of do story that is less high fantasy and more horror in a H.P.Lovecraft way. A group of SEALs are responding to a distress single from a ship of oil rig. The Navy think it's terrorist or pirate attack. But the truth is worst.

(Sorry this all i can think of.) Shynt also placed the rest of his food in the replicator . He then followed Tenna’los and Sulap. He glanced at the tank , wondering if it would be enough to stop the deadlier monsters.

(Sorry A lot of technical difficulties and procrastination on my end. Here my post.) Shynt also question about enchantments. “Yes I like to know which It would be the best ones for the mission. Do we know what we are dealing with what ever in the forest?” When Captain Shar gave out his orders he finished his plate and got reddy for the tour.

(I think I need to skip my turn.)

(Do we have to maintain about our magic abilities in the if we already did so on the OCC thread? This seems to slow down the pacing a bit.) “The Fall?” Shynt replied to his Shar. “That a bit of foreboding name. What happened?” When he herd Teena’los thanks he lightly pated her on the back . “You’er welcome.” But when she him the the piece of on his plate confusion was written on his face. “Um... I ordered the same food.” He herd Shar gave out orders and tuned to attention. “Sir, I have Green that I usually use to change and move around plants plants, black to hide myself in the shadows, and Brown to keep the predators from attacking me.” He rarely used the last mana skill, because there was only a few he got the drop on.

I know Ikaika, but It was a joke. I would think the both weapons would have vary little recoil, if at all. But sight picture is still important to hit something beyond 5 to 7 meters. As for the grip thing, I don't think the old Phasers have Luger styled grips. They just look like small pipe on a angle. But you know what would be cool to have a weapon with a memory grip. Oh and Obs. The 24th Phasers is even worst. The rifle look alright but were is the trigger?

There both bad weapons are ergonomic nightmares. Look how skinny the grip is on the phaser. http://www.weaponreplica.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Star-Trek-III-Phaser-Prop-Replica-Roddenberry.jpgAnd were is the trigger guard? And I were is the stock on this weapon? I doubt that you can hit somebody beyond 10 meters with this thing! http://www.originalprop.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/star-wars-a-new-hope-imperial-stormtrooper-blaster-e-11-sterling-original-prop-02.jpg (I know the answer but, I want you guys to figure it out. )

Shynt gave a silent nod to Sulap’s speech. It seemed like there was bad blood between there 2 species, even though he didn't understand why they were arguing over how they got their food. He also didn't understand what these “replicators” are. He got his answer when his fellow drow didn’t get what she wanted form some odd machine. He asked Shar why the strange device don’t cook the food Teena’los wanted. When it was his time to order, he tried to think of something that the replicator hopefully understand. “Um…two servings of medium rare steak with eggs and bread and too cups of morning tea.” Lucky for hime this odd Machine made exactly what he ordered. Shynt grabbed both plates and headed towed were Teena’los was sitting. “Here you go. It seems that today is not you lucky day. What type weird from mana that thing is using?”

Shynt agreed on what Sulap said about controlling one emotions. “ That ture. I learned that sort skill when I was a hunter.” Which was correct…. when he was out in the field. Hi seemed to have less composure when he around people make racist remarks(even if they're joking), especially if he drank too much. He herd to argument happening between Sulap and Kilgon. He replayed to Teena’los on wether they should step in or not. “Let’s hope he dose.I prefer that we not get into a fight. Especially, since we just got here.” He waited to see what would happen.

(Sorry Im having a bit of a block trying to write this.) After helping the other drow up and thanking the Ferengi for helping, Shynt got back to formation. What the blue skin officer said confused him a bit. He did help some town guard with killing some zombies a few times. And he herd of demons before. But just like Teena’los, he never herd of the rest of the creatures that he was saying. He was a bit surprised that he and his fellow recruits were going to the mess hall and instead of training.

So this guy hacked into peplos computers....for what?

(Going to make my character have proper winter gear ) Even though Shynt was used to cloud wether when he lived in the woodlands, it nothing compared to the chill of this place. At lest there were some trees growing on this cliff. He hoped the no one knew who he was and what he “supposedly” done to noble in Eastern Woodlands. The real reason he came here was to find the true murderer and to clear his name. He herd another drow near him yelling about the snow. He tuned to talk to her. “Hay, relax. Snow is frozen water. You just need to brush it off and not step on the clear stuff..” He stoped speaking when he saw her fall to the ground. He moved towed he and tried to get her back on her feet. “Are you all right?” It seemed like she was ill equipped for this environment. When she started yelling again, try to quite her down. “Oi, would settle down a bit? The last thing our drill instructor need to see is us acting like a bunch of Muppets.” Shynt look around the group of fellow recruits. “Does anybody have a extra blanket and maybe something warm to drink? I think she starting to have hypothermia.” He knew this was going to be a long campaign.

Do we have enough players?