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The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness
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Postby The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness » Tue Feb 17, 2015 12:56 pm

Of The Rnclave wrote:
The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:I don't have the time to rewrite my post, and am not pleased with this.


Yeah well, I completely forgot about the punishment thing, so it 'twas edited

Sure.
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Senkaku
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Senkaku » Tue Feb 17, 2015 12:59 pm

The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:
Of The Rnclave wrote:
Yeah well, I completely forgot about the punishment thing, so it 'twas edited

Sure.

^Kinda my reaction, tbh. :eyebrow:


Of The Rnclave wrote:
Senkaku wrote:Ugh. Fine. He'll be hating on him because he's a dick to Klaud instead.


He was a dick to Klaus? They was just being friendly

"Emewiuwwiuwehemeh my ultra-hyper-special elite unit is better than YOUR special elite unit I'm so superior suck my ass hahaha smugness smugness" is basically what I read.
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Postby Of The Rnclave » Tue Feb 17, 2015 1:01 pm

Senkaku wrote:
The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:Sure.

^Kinda my reaction, tbh. :eyebrow:


Of The Rnclave wrote:
He was a dick to Klaus? They was just being friendly

"Emewiuwwiuwehemeh my ultra-hyper-special elite unit is better than YOUR special elite unit I'm so superior suck my ass hahaha smugness smugness" is basically what I read.

I honestly didn't mean to write it that way :(
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Postby Jeremy Beaver » Tue Feb 17, 2015 1:40 pm

Alright so briefing.

If everyone could sit down so we can arrest peeps I would be happy.
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Postby Glasgia » Tue Feb 17, 2015 3:18 pm

Name: Conall MacBrien
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and strong, with broad shoulders beneath a wide jaw. Distinctly Gaelic in face, his dark fringe is raised above his head and away from deep brown eyes.
Preferred rank: Constable
Preferred class: Tactical
Nationality: Irish
Experience: Seven years with an tArm na hÉireann, followed by three with an tSciathán Fiannóglaigh. New recruit to the 389th
Height & Weight: 6'4", 250lb
Short Bio: Born in Belfast, Ulster, MacBrien grew up in a strongly Catholic family - And true to their nationalist roots. An Irish citizen from birth, he remained in the British system for eighteen years before applying to join the Irish Army. Having completed his training, MacBrien served for seven years with two tours of relatively peaceful duty on peacekeeping operations. Prompted by his fellow comrades he applied for the Irish Rangers and, after a year of intense training, was accepted into their elite ranks. This was not to last. Deployed to oversee disturbance in a Viir camp in the Congo, as part of a multinational operation, he found himself questioning his orders and unable to maintain his loyalty. Forced away by his conscience, MacBrien looked to the 389th for a new life.
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Likes : Éire, good whisky, good beer, peace, justice, a good weapon (in the right hands)
Dislikes: Injustice, oppression, protestantism, Budweiser
Full Bio: MacBrien's parents were both Irish Catholics in the heart of Belfast, and fierce ones at that. Though his father largely kept his hands clean, MacBrien's uncle was arrested at twenty three for involvement with the IRA - A resurgent organisation as demographics in the north had slipped away from Protestant control in the early twenty-first century. With the renewed violence, bigotry re-birthed itself too and for either side life was not easy. MacBrien himself was born in Ardoyne, once a viciously divided area but now shielded from the urban front line. As per Irish policy, his parents ensured he received the Republican citizenship he was entitled to - A citizen of Éire, of the Republic, not of Britain, not of the monarchy.

As a child, he attended the local state school which was once again predominantly Catholic. In such a close minded community, despite the school being "British" in administrative regards, almost all the students saw themselves as Irish - Including MacBrien. Throughout his education, a largely successful education at that, he looked to the south for his future. To this extent he even left the local Scouts and learnt to shoot with a pardoned IRA man, later arrested for supposedly training new recruits - Not far from his role with MacBrien.

At eighteen, MacBrien finally left the United Kingdom and applied to join the Irish Army. The step across the border was a step of acceptance, a rejection of his birth in favour of his mind, and he took it willingly. In the first few weeks of training, MacBrien found his footing easily enough - though not without gruel - and cemented his loyalty to his nation. He passed basic training with flying colours, joining the ranks as a promising soldier.

Throughout the first seven years of his service, MacBrien saw foreign lands twice. First involved in peacekeeping operations in Mexico, he saw little action, before partaking in military supervision of conflict in Iraq. There, his squad was involved in minor engagements with hostile locals and militia on a number of occasions without casualties on their side. Having proved himself a loyal soldier, a calm head and a good shot, upon return to Ireland MacBrien was referred to the selection process for the Irish Rangers.

To any man, such a test was a shock. Like all others, MacBrien was forced to his absolute limit, stretched taught mentally and physically, and then pulled twice further again. His Sergeants dragged him all over Ireland, forcing him down cliff faces in full body armour and monitoring his every breath in the gym. For MacBrien, failure was not an option. For others, it was an inevitability. Out of the original group of three, just forty made it through the first few weeks. Then, only after another year of training, MacBrien was a Ranger.

Within a year he was deployed to the Congo as part of a multinational peacekeeping team. One of the largest Viir camps in the region had erupted into violence, as guards had drawn the ire of some of the clan's more militant members - Allegedly having harmed one of their kin. The force of mercenaries and veteran guardsmen had been forced to withdraw quickly, chased out with extreme prejudice. Already, an advance force of American SEALs and Marines had begun to retake control of the camp's outskirts but MacBrien was part of a second force sent to seal off the remainder and begin advancing inwards.

At first, the operation was smooth. Though the Viir made their hatred obvious, the heavily armed soldiers faced little challenge. However two days into the operation, the camp spanning miles and containing millions of Viir, a French platoon were forced into opening fire upon a group of Viir who had hurled incendiary devices at them. Violence erupted. MacBrien and his squad took shelter in a small hamlet of tents, isolated by uncut rainforest, but were quickly surrounded as Viir swarmed the nearby trees. With no other options, they began to attack, driving their way through the neverending mass of Viir. Barely escaping, the Rangers reformed at their rendezvous point with a contingent of SAS soldiers. There, they were given the order to retake the camp within the next few days and enforce absolute curfew. Any Viir on the streets were to be shot on site. Meanwhile, American attack craft were brought in to cover their advance.

Within hours it had become a bloodbath. Though MacBrien hesitated to shoot the Viir as they fled before him, others did no and bodies lined the streets. Pockets of resistance were simply obliterated, precision missiles leaving no trace but devastation. With the original militants slaughtered, more Viir took up the cause as their friends and families were gunned down with absolute prejudice. Finally, the centre of the city fell to the combined forces.

However, it did not end. Officials were soon at work compiling a list of the Viir who had fought or led. Dragged out of their homes without trial, they were left in the street where their kin before them still bled. Internationally, the media who had been denied access were told that the Viir had attacked the advancing forces and civilian casualties had simply been an externality of the ensuing battle - A story only half true. With the order to take out a Viir leader, MacBrien found many of his comrades encouraging him to include the Viir's family in the death toll. He snapped.

Using the extensive transport network set up to provide to the multinational operation, MacBrien made it out of the Congo before any knew he had gone. Presumed missing in action, a legacy of heroic death will turn to cowardly desertion if he sets foot in Éire again. With other work limited, he looked to join one of the many mercenary police forces employed globally. He has not made public to any in the organisation his experience, rather relying upon his ace of the Corps' training to grant him respect and a new job.

Theme(s): No One Knows - Queens of the Stone Age, You and I - Arctic Monkeys ft. Richard Hawley
Blood type: O-
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Weapon: VSA M55 AR - An experimental weapon, the M55 entered service with the Irish Rangers only two years prior to MacBrien's entrance. Proven in multiple anti-insurgency operations and counter-terrorist exercises, the rifle was officially adopted by the Rangers for the peacekeeping operation in the Congo - Though all units deployed had been training with the weapon for a year prior. Upon his desertion in the Congo, MacBrien ensured he kept the gun and smuggled it back into the United Kingdom. MacBrien's weapon carries holo sights and a grenade launcher attachment, excess attachments having been abandoned in the Congo.
Spare gear:
- Stun Baton
- Smoke Grenades
- White Phosphorous
- Red Phosphorous
- Tear Gas
- Rifle-launched grapnel
- Thermographic visor
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Vilinia
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Postby Vilinia » Tue Feb 17, 2015 3:53 pm

Name: Mason Padleckas (you can create whatever nickname you want with the last name.)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, broad chested, broad shoulders, well built, brown hair that is kept short and fixed, and a green eye. White with a slight tan. Cybernetic left eye and cybernetic left arm with burn scars across his left leg and the left side of his chest. His cybernetic eye glows an aqua blue usually but during use of some modes such as night vision or zoom, it changes to a blood red.
Preferred rank:Whatever rank you need filed.
Preferred class: Combat.
Nationality: United States.
Experience: Academic Experience: Fluent in Chinese, graduated from university with a double major in international studies (with a concentration in interplanetary relations) and political science with a double minor in national securirty and international affairs.
Skills and Combat Experience: Trained by the navy for combat showing high scores for insertion and marksmanship. Trained in the use of basic explosives (due to incident with explosion, Mason is now afraid of them though) zero gravity experience, subterfuge, and blending in among crowds. Served a year in Saudi Arabia with active combat roles so possesses active combat experience.
Hight & weight: 6' 2", 220lbs
Short Bio: Graduated from university with double major and double minor, joined U.S. navy intelligence and trained for active intelligence gathering in hot zones. Mason was discharged from the navy after a mission that went wrong, he was caught in an explosion that killed three in his squad and made him lose his left eye and arm. The navy paid for the cybernetic replacements, but then discharged him after he fell into a period of heavy drinking, soliciting prostitutes, and was considered soon "mentally unfit for duty" due to depression from his experiences.
RP example: Clone wars (under the different name of Padelas, after I fell out of the game and my nation was deleted.)
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Likes : Drinking, women, historical fiction and nonfiction books, philosophy, video games, anything related to water, good food. Loves politics and debate.
Dislikes: Spiders, explosions, drugs, people asking about his cybernetics or his history with the intelligence field.
Full Bio: Born in the state of North Carolina Mason went through basic schooling as a higher tier student and earned respect from teachers and peers alike. He attended a state university with the hopes of earning a national office one day. Due to the difficulties of organizing a campaign after his graduation and the pressure of recruiters from the military and civilian intelligence fields, Mason decided to join the navy. He was put through two years of training during which he developed most of his skills today. His girlfirend at the time, Courtney, left him during his first tour to focus on her career beginning what would be the snowball to his period of depression. During the 9th month of his tour, he was assigned to follow a raid and then gather Intel within a ID'd bomb factory. He went in after the first team had "cleared" the building. As he was searching the building with a squad of other soldier, one soldier opened a drawer which triggered a bomb inside it. Mason was standing far enough away to where the explosion did not kill him, but his arm and face were shredded by shrapnel. He was knocked unconscious from the blast and woke up a week later changed into a completely different man. The doctors informed him of his new cybernetic replacements and that he would go through physical rehabilitation in order to learn how to effectively use them. For a period of 4 weeks, Mason learned how to perform basic motor functions with his new arm, as well as utilizing the cybernetic eye. The navy sent him back home to the states where he began to fall into heavy drinking followed by the use of prostitutes in order to keep his mind off of his misery in his new changed body that he hated. He was charged with assault one night after hitting a hooker who asked about his eye and tried to focus on the subject of his cybernetics. Shortly afterwards the navy discharged Mason, who went on to spend his money on alcohol and prostitutes. One night while laying in his apartment as he was just about to start his ritual of becoming drunk, the door knocked. He went to answer it and saw his ex girlfriend standing there who came in and sat down and talked to him the whole night. Courtney's father was a politician so courtney decided to help Mason into the orbital police corps out of pity for the man she once loved. Before she left, Mason asked if she wanted to get back together. Courtney said nothing except, "I've given you a chance here. Don't blow it,". She then left Mason alone.
Theme: Imperial march (ALWAYS)
Blood type: AB+
Sexuality: Straight.
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Weapon: An M89 Templar Marksman Rifle and a P84 Shirk Machine Pistol.
Spare gear: Flashlight, flash bang grenades, pair of brass knuckles, an Arabic curved dagger, and standard gear. Mason is willing to carry whatever else the squad needs carried into a mission.

A bit revised. Hopefully this is more acceptable.

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The United Remnants of America
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Democratic Socialists

Postby The United Remnants of America » Tue Feb 17, 2015 4:02 pm

Another cybernetic eye person?

I think not.
By any means necessary. Call me URA
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Postby The GAmeTopians » Tue Feb 17, 2015 4:13 pm

I'm having a brain fart and can't come up with char ideas. Bleah.
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Postby Northern Arcadian Empire » Tue Feb 17, 2015 4:15 pm

You could go with a texan that loves shotguns and steak (enforce the stereotypes!!!!)

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Postby Jeremy Beaver » Tue Feb 17, 2015 4:20 pm

Northern Arcadian Empire wrote:You could go with a texan that loves shotguns and steak (enforce the stereotypes!!!!)

*Looks at own app*

Yeah you should
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Postby North America Inc » Tue Feb 17, 2015 4:28 pm

Anchor

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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Tayner » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:09 pm

Am I accepted?
If anyone askes where we were Saturday at 14:30, we were at The Pub, understand?

-If it's stupid, but it works, it ain't stupid.
-No Combat Ready unit has ever passed inspection.
-No Inspection Ready unit has ever passed combat.
-There is nothing more satisfying to you then having the enemy shoot at you, and miss.
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Postby Krytonus » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:28 pm

Name: Callum O'Neill
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Callum stands at roughly six feet one in height, and is very wiry and skinny in build, and has fairly long limbs making him very lanky, with a slight belly from countless pizzas and take-aways. He has hazel brown eyes and unkempt, darkish brown hair, with a small blonde streak, which is kept as long and curly as possible without getting a ridiculous afro. He's good looking, he would defend, but nothing special. And my god, he has an Irish accent- he's even fluent in the language. And then of course, you have the top hat - He bought it before going away to college so he would stand out more, and he rarely does anything without it. It's certainly a look- but it's up to you whether it's a good one or not. He can run very, very fast. The little finger on his left hand, and the middle and index fingers on the right were lost in a bad accident, and had to be replaced with robotic ones, giving him the power of the legendary "steel bird". Beware.

Preferred rank: Sergeant

Preferred class: Support, Mechanic, but slightly different. He's used often as rapid response, using a variety of helpful bits of HUD to help him run around city rooftops like nobody's business. Think Titanfall mixed with Mirror's Edge.

Nationality: Irish.

Experience: A year.

Height & weight: 6.1 feet, 9lbs (He's a skinny bastard)

Short Bio: BIRTH IRELAND! MOVE NEW YORK! DAD POLICE. CALLUM GOOD SMARTS! DAD CEREBRAL PALSY! CURE LX-7! ALLERGIC BAD! DIE! CALLUM SAD ACCIDENT GRENADE! LOSE FINGERS! GO COUNSELLING! BACK! READY HELP CRIME NOT HAPPEN YES? YES.

RP example: YOU REMEMBER ME, DO YOU NOT?
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Likes : Top hats, tea good television and films, steak (extra rare), lemonade, writing (he's working on a book), the Scouts (he's a leader in his local group, despite the fact that the Scouts is a pretty much dead group at this point), reading, 80s Music, video-games and being the odd-one-out. Y'know, the crazy oddball who keeps everybody on their toes. The one who isn't mainstream cool, but cool in their own little way. He loves small spaces, and is happy to be in even the smallest spaces.

Dislikes: When people don't respect the hat, tomatoes, goose feathers (he's VERY allergic), bullies, control freaks, shoes with laces, mathematics and alcohol - he hates the smell and taste, and refuses to drink. Also hates tomatoes.

Full Bio: Callum was born in Dublin to a young barrister and a member of An Garda Síochaná, the Irish police. After a growing series of riots over incredibly pricy water taxes, (heh heh, current events) the couple made a beeline out of the country and settled down in New York. Callum's Dad became a member of the NYPD and his mother continued as a lawyer. Callum grew up with good grades and a fondness for tech. After graduating with excellent grades and a great track record, along with his Dad's position in the NYPD, now one of the main ground-level cops, he was enlisted in the Orbital Police Corps. However, after a dangerous accident his father was sent to a routine checkup where he was found to have the early stages of Ataxic Cerebral Palsy. Luckily, due to his position in the NYPD, he was put in line to be one of the first people to test LX-7. Unfortunately it was discovered that George, his father was severely allergic to the drug, and passed away soon after the test despite the team's best efforts. Callum couldn't cope with his death, and was almost killed in a routine mission when he accidentally detonated a smoke grenade in his hands. He lost the little finger on his left hand and two on his right, but luckily they were replaced with perfectly functional steel ones. Now, after a few months of counselling, he's ready to hit the streets again. Well, sort of streets. Hit the... Space...? Ah, you know what I mean.

Theme: You can all go home now.

Blood type: AB.

Sexuality: Heterosexual
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[i]If you choose Mechanic,
Weapon:
ImageThe 12x18mm Uzi Mark IV is a rapid firing sub-machine gun that boasts a clip of 40 rounds and has the effective zeroing range of 300 metres before being affected by gravity. It is a deadly machine and has been employed by the IDF, US Army, the Italian Special Forces and more due to its specialized weaponry.


Toolkit:
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The box contains generic tools for everyday work, a mini welder, a plasma cutter, eight meters of lightweight carbon-fibre roping (strapped to the side of the bag), a lot of loose spare parts, some batteries and two tea bags and a flask.

Small Drone:
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All the drones have a HD live-camera and a small, basic claw for moving stuff in a pinch.

Explosives: and some explosive jelly for doors and the like. He also has some EMP grenades.

EDIT: SPACE UZIs
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Postby Ontorisa » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:29 pm

Krytonus wrote:Snip


Uzi's have been out of date for almost 200 years. Are you sure you want to sure them?

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Postby Krytonus » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:30 pm

Ontorisa wrote:
Krytonus wrote:Snip


Uzi's have been out of date for almost 200 years. Are you sure you want to sure them?


SPACE UZIS
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Postby Ontorisa » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:32 pm

Krytonus wrote:
Ontorisa wrote:
Uzi's have been out of date for almost 200 years. Are you sure you want to sure them?


SPACE UZIS


Why? The Uzi was created in 1948. It's the late 21st/early 22nd century where the 9x19mm round couldn't kill anything but animals.

Just saying, that would be combat useless for now. But, whatever floats your boat.

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Postby Krytonus » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:33 pm

Ontorisa wrote:
Krytonus wrote:
SPACE UZIS


Why? The Uzi was created in 1948. It's the late 21st/early 22nd century where the 9x19mm round couldn't kill anything but animals.

Just saying, that would be combat useless for now. But, whatever floats your boat.


...Fine. What do you call a gun that is basically that, just not... That?
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Postby Jeremy Beaver » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:34 pm

Ontorisa wrote:
Krytonus wrote:
SPACE UZIS


Why? The Uzi was created in 1948. It's the late 21st/early 22nd century where the 9x19mm round couldn't kill anything but animals.

Just saying, that would be combat useless for now. But, whatever floats your boat.

Silenced Uzi's no less that would make the bullets move slower than ever.
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Postby Penguinia-Tempor » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:34 pm

Krytonus wrote:
Ontorisa wrote:
Uzi's have been out of date for almost 200 years. Are you sure you want to sure them?


SPACE UZIS

How about this instead? Still looks like an Uzi...
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Postby Jeremy Beaver » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:35 pm

Penguinia-Tempor wrote:
Krytonus wrote:
SPACE UZIS

How about this instead? Still looks like an Uzi...
Image

That actually looks really cool i suggest going with this.
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Postby Penguinia-Tempor » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:36 pm

Jeremy Beaver wrote:
Penguinia-Tempor wrote:How about this instead? Still looks like an Uzi...
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That actually looks really cool i suggest going with this.

And all it took was a quick google search for "sci fi uzi".
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Postby Ontorisa » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:37 pm

Penguinia-Tempor wrote:
Krytonus wrote:
SPACE UZIS

How about this instead? Still looks like an Uzi...
Image


Lemme help you out here Kry.

This is the 12x18mm Uzi Mark IV, a rapid firing sub-machine gun that boasts a clip of 40 rounds and has the effective zeroing range of 300 metres before being affected by gravity. It is a deadly machine and has been employed by the IDF, US Army, the Italian Special Forces and more due to its specialized weaponry.

Welcome.

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Postby Penguinia-Tempor » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:39 pm

Ontorisa wrote:
Penguinia-Tempor wrote:How about this instead? Still looks like an Uzi...
Image


Lemme help you out here Kry.

This is the 12x18mm Uzi Mark IV, a rapid firing sub-machine gun that boasts a clip of 40 rounds and has the effective zeroing range of 300 metres before being affected by gravity. It is a deadly machine and has been employed by the IDF, US Army, the Italian Special Forces and more due to its specialized weaponry.

Welcome.

That sounds just about right. This a future where guns have become even more powerful than they are now, and apparently gauss and railgun technology is also being implemented into small arms like that. That would be a better choice.
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Postby Northern Arcadian Empire » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:40 pm

Ontorisa wrote:
Penguinia-Tempor wrote:How about this instead? Still looks like an Uzi...
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Lemme help you out here Kry.

This is the 12x18mm Uzi Mark IV, a rapid firing sub-machine gun that boasts a clip of 40 rounds and has the effective zeroing range of 300 metres before being affected by gravity. It is a deadly machine and has been employed by the IDF, US Army, the Italian Special Forces and more due to its specialized weaponry.

Welcome.



Well...............Im impressed

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Postby Ontorisa » Tue Feb 17, 2015 6:41 pm

Northern Arcadian Empire wrote:
Ontorisa wrote:
Lemme help you out here Kry.

This is the 12x18mm Uzi Mark IV, a rapid firing sub-machine gun that boasts a clip of 40 rounds and has the effective zeroing range of 300 metres before being affected by gravity. It is a deadly machine and has been employed by the IDF, US Army, the Italian Special Forces and more due to its specialized weaponry.

Welcome.



Well...............Im impressed


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