Joint Strike Force( RP Group, Sign Up MT-PMT)

[Saya II]

Triela

She is about 5"4
25 years old
She looks like this

She is highly trained and has a bad temper

Catch Phrase: It's just a fleshwound
Hatred: Height jokes
Likes: Silence
Marksmanship: 10/10
Interrogation: 9/10
Sabotage: 8/10
Heavy weaponry: 2/10
Pilotry: 0/10
Close Combat/Melee: 10/10
Assault combat: 7/10
Recon: 9/10
Temperament: 4/10
Teamwork: 8/10
Overall: 8/10

[Strykla]

Jeff Sheppard
Catch Phrase: "Organized, unusual."
Hatred: Hippies
Likes: Being pessimistic
Marksmanship: 10/10
Interrogation: 7/10
Sabotage: 2/10
Heavy weaponry: 8/10
Pilotry: 4/10
Close Combat/Melee: 7/10
Assault combat: 8/10
Recon: 9/10
Temperament: 5/10
Teamwork: 3/10
Overall: 7.75/10

[Western cuba]

Juan Lopez
Catch Phrase: " Why don't you shut the fuck up? "
Hatred: Anybody that stands in his way.
Likes: Having a gun in his hand and someone to talk to.
Marksmanship: 9/10
Interrogation: 10/10
Sabotage: 6/10
Heavy weaponry: 8/10
Pilotry: 8/10
Close Combat/Melee: 9/10
Assault combat: 9/10
Recon: 8/10
Temperament: 2/10
Teamwork: 1/10
Overall: 8.25/10

He likes being a lone wolf.

[Novograd IV]

me and West Cuba plan to go MIA on this mission, seing as a C-130 is flying over Lucinas, i think it might be cool if it gets hit by some AA, me and Cuba get separated and you guys either abort the mission and we do it out of duty, OR you guys go about it seperately to us and we act as a second entity out of contact.

It'll be fun, we're both Team Leaders and have low teamwork skills...

[Luicinas]

me and West Cuba plan to go MIA on this mission, seing as a C-130 is flying over Lucinas, i think it might be cool if it gets hit by some AA, me and Cuba get separated and you guys either abort the mission and we do it out of duty, OR you guys go about it seperately to us and we act as a second entity out of contact.

Would rather that the mission go through as planned (hopefully IM changes his mind and decides not to paratroop onto Luicinas) and you guys just get lost along the way.
I have a couple surprises and ideas to do along the way so would not want the mission aborted...plus there is a reason why I want some focus on Luicinas and its a secret

[Novograd IV]

methinks that something explosive or military-involved causes us to split.

we already have a plan to carry ourselves on:

- surveilance over a secluded house area
- assasination of a houses occupants silently
- Identity fraud
- ???
- Huge gunfight
- Profit!

[Itailian Maifias]

Hey guys, something has come up so the mission is on a standstill for now

[Dimoniquid]

Who died?

[Obamacain]

Hey guys, something has come up so the mission is on a standstill for now

Please respond to my posts if you can and how important is this thing because I can take over

[Novograd IV]

Hey guys:

For all of you in the Civ3 mod:

I need your Nation histories, not too much, just like:

- a thing on where you started
- very short runthrough
- a major event
- continued runthrough to modern era

i'm completeing the WHOLE civilopedia

[Ulthrani]

Newly promoted Brigader General Marcus Livitus

Current Status: Relieved of combat commnd in the Islamia Regional Conflict, assigned to top secret operation by the new Emperor

Catch Phrase: "Do think you can outsmart me? But can you outsmart my bullet?"
Hatred: Anything that stands in the way of his orders or Emperor
Likes: Serving his Empire and killing its enemies
Marksmanship: 8/10
Interrogation: 4/10
Sabotage: 6/10
Heavy weaponry: 10/10
Pilotry: 1/10
Close Combat/Melee: 5/10 (Due to age)
Assault combat: 10/10
Recon: 1/10
Temperament: 5/10
Teamwork: 8/10
Overall: 8.5/10

He likes to kill people and fight for his emperor

[Western cuba]

Newly promoted Brigader General Marcus Livitus

Current Status: Relieved of combat commnd in the Islamia Regional Conflict, assigned to top secret operation by the new Emperor

Catch Phrase: "Do think you can outsmart me? But can you outsmart my bullet?"
Hatred: Anything that stands in the way of his orders or Emperor
Likes: Serving his Empire and killing its enemies
Marksmanship: 8/10
Interrogation: 4/10
Sabotage: 6/10
Heavy weaponry: 10/10
Pilotry: 1/10
Close Combat/Melee: 5/10 (Due to age)
Assault combat: 10/10
Recon: 1/10
Temperament: 5/10
Teamwork: 8/10
Overall: 8.5/10

He likes to kill people and fight for his emperor

Good thing I have a soldier that likes Team Work in my group.

[Rodama]

Nation: the last country she resided in was MihiCura
Character Name: Mehande Deathmar Penduhl
Field of Expertise: weapon maintenance, and vehicle theft and maintenance
Rp Example(Required for everyone after Obamacain and RB):

*warning: this is extremely long, and on another note I was recomended here by Novograd IV after the AGC kinda died :/*

"Listen babe I know that I said that I would be back today, but something came up and I'm going to be gone for a little while longer," said the voice over the phone. The one that had once been so familliar to Death's ears, the one that had once whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Now it was foreign to her, he had changed, gone from sweet and loveable to a stranger in the background.

She was lucky if she got a phone call, and it was a miracle if he managed to come home every once in awhile. Truthfully she didn't know why she was still hoping that he might come through the door one day and tell her that he loved her too much to stay away from her. It would never happen, they were in too deep, making and delivering weapons to some foreign drug lord. She was the brains, he was the cute face. She made the weapons, hacked the system, created ids, and anything else that required an IQ higher than 60. He went on long business trips, negotiated deals, talked to all the right people, and made the deals. It had been his idea to expand their business to more nations, sell the weapons on the black market to the person that offered the best price. She didn't like it, it made them a target for other dealers and for the first guy that had first "hired" them. Man she had hated it when she had to pay her father's gambling debts, although now she wouldn't go near him. The man was poisoned, wanted by a lot of people for all the wrong reasons.

"Ricky I don't like this, they haven't let you leave for weeks now. Find a way to get out of there, because I can't bail you out this time," she said towards the phone. She didn't like having to hold a phone or to have wires dangling about in her workshop, so she had a speaker phone put in. Helped when she was in the middle of "crafting a new plaything" as Ricky liked to say.

Ricky had been in god knows where for weeks now and either he was permantently moving there or there were officials hot on his trail, she didn't like either of those options. Her father had been a con man all his life and when her mom had shoved her into his hands all he had seen was a way to make more money. He had had her conning people since she could walk and eventually it had just become second nature. After awhile though he figured out that people weren't falling for cons as easily as they had been before, so he tried to give the newest (and biggest) scam machine a try, the internet. He'd bought the cheapest (and hottest) computer that he could and had tried his hand at hack, all to no avail. One night though, while he was passed out from drinking too much, she had tried her hand at it. She started small, hacking small businesses and such, moved up to setting up bank draining viruses and before you knew it she was hacking and selling different governments weapons blueprints without leaving a trace. That had brought her here, a high IQ + a bunch of blue prints + a @#!*% off dealer that needs a better gun to shoot people with = her developing and selling weapons.

"Look I know babe, I'll call you next time I can but if I don't go now... well... you know..." he said trailing off.

Mehande sighed, "Yeah I know."

"Hey just wondering, but are you still at the house?" he asked, his voice suddenly turned shakey.

"Yeah working on those plans you wanted me to finish, for that Rizzoli guy or whatever his name was. I should have them finished by tonight maybe, although the gas canister may cause some problems so I'll have to check that over tomorrow," she said her voice a mix of concern and curiosity. What could cause Ricky's voice to shake?

"Okay well, make sure to have them done by the time I get back, I really have t go now," he said, his voice returning to normal.

"Yeah I should have them done by whenever that is," she said twirling a pencil between her fingers as she looked over the almost completeled plans that had taken her months on months, "I love you."

"Sure, bye," he said hanging up before she could say another word.

Sighing she turned to her latest plan, fondly thinking of times before she had gotten him involved in all of this. Suddenly the door was busted in and men with guns and badges flooded in with gun pointed at her, she screamed and stood up quickly twisting around to face them.

"Jangan bergerak!! Jangan bergerak!!" they shouted at her, some scanning the room looking for others that might have hidden.

She knew how bad this looked, she was in a weapons foregery with all the right tools, plans, blueprints, and notes all over the wall, not to mention the crates of failed weapons in one of the corners. She was duee to move sometime next week, it was the only reason why the place was a mess. One of the men came forward and pressed the barrel of the gun against her throat, her breathing increased as she closed her eyes waiting for him to shoot her. Instead she felt the barrel leave her neck, but the second she tried to open her eyes she felt the butt of another gun strike her head.

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When she woke up she was tied to a chair in the middle of a white room with a table next to her, looking at the floor she saw no drain, a good sign that they didn't intended to cut her up. The two way mirror near her suggested an offical raid, but she would have to wait till someone came in and untied her to know for sure. She heard a door creak and looking in its direction saw a middle age man with slightly balding hair come in, he looked tired and she guessed it was his line of work.

He paced around the small room for a few moments, flipping though a file in his hand before turning to her, "Mrs. Arival?"

She shook her head, no one ever got her name right, "It's Miss Arezivil, but you can call me Death."

He looked at her, his face a mix of alarm and surprise.

"It's my name, my dad had a twisted sense of humor," she said shrugging. Most people in her place would be screaming, crying, breaking down, or freaking out but she didn't do that. Thanks to her no good father, being interrogated (wether by law enforcement or knee breakers) was a normal thing.

He shook his head for a split second before picking something out of the file, he held it up to the light for closer examination before striding over and slamming it on the table. "What about him," he said tapping the paper, "Can he pronounce your name?"

Her eyes widened, why did he have a picture of Ricky in her file? "What happened? Is he okay? Is he here?" she asked rapidly her eyes brimming with worry.

He smirked seeing that he now had the position of power, "He might be. What was the nature of your relationship?" he asked changing the subject.

"We've been dating for a couple years now," she said shaking her head as she ran the numbers through her head, "Why do you care? What does this have to do with those guys who came into my house?"

He moved to where you couldn't see him, "He was caught selling weapons in Acycia, we arrested him and he told us some very intresting things about you."

Her heart sank, she had known that he was going to leave her eventually but she hadn't thought that it would be anything like this. Then again what weapons dealer does think that their spouse will turn them in...... okay scratch that. She leaned against the back of the chair letting a single tear fall, she didn't like this, knowing that this was going to happen all along but still etting upset when it did happen.

"He's cutting a deal isn't he?" she asked as the man moved back into view.

"Yes," he said simply.

"Then why are you talking to me, you know what I've had to do."

"Because we want both sides of the story, you don't seem like the type of girl that would normally do this sort of thing," he said, sliding a notepad over to her.

She laughed and shook her head, "No way. I'm not writing anything out until I know what he said, I know what a statement can turn into."

He grimaced, obviously he had thought that getting a confession would be easier than this, he opened his mouth to speak again when there was a knock on the door. Another man poked his head in and motioned for the lead agent, the guy looked scarily mad as he walked ove but he still listened to the new guy insted of yelling him out. She didn't try to hear what they were talking about, there was no way out of this charge and until she knew exactly what she was up against she wasn't saying another thing.

The slightly balding man came back and she looked at him, his face was as white as a sheet. "What?" she snapped, getting less pleasant under his stare.

"You're 'the ghost'?" he asked still staring at her in disbelief.

"The what?" she asked now throughly confused.

"The person that's been working through countrys' military databases and lifting weapon plans."

"Yeah, what does that matter?" she asked not really still getting it. The military plans were handy for designing, they all had sifferent parts that when combined could really help. She sometimes went in and lifted them, although it tooks her weeks on weeks to do so. She'd almost even been caught once, someone had attatched a virus to one of the plans and if she hadn't figured it out when the document didn't look right she could have been caught.

"I'll be right back," he said dabbing at his forehead with a hankerchief.

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She didn't see him or anyone else for a few hours, or at least what she thought was hours. She tried to amuse herself by straining against the handcuffs, but she was not very physically strong. Finally just as she was about to call out for a meal, or a legal attorney, or at least getting the handcuffs off the door banged open. Two large men both heavily armed strode into the room and behind them was an old, yet sophisticated, man with a bunch of folders in his hands. \

She tilted her head slightly, "You brought this much muscle to guard me?" she asked exasperatedly "Dude, I way maybe a hundred pounds, stand at 5'5" maybe, and am tied to a chair. I know that I make weapons, but I couldn't take out a large dog if I tried."

The man simply grimaced at her and continued towards the chair, dumb and dumber took up posts on either side of her. The man began to shuffle through the different papers in the folder and began to sort them although still keeping them just out of her line of sight.

"Alright, alright, I get it. The whole sorting papers thing is a waste of time, if you are going to arrest me then please hurry. Silver bracelets aren't the most comfortable thing in the world to wear," she said wanting them to just skip the show and get done with it.

One of the men pressed his gun against the side of her head, "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Show a little respect."

She turned her head and examined the gun, ignoring his remark. "Hmmm fairly good, not as much power as I'd like and the shock can be a little bit trickey, but if you want close range firepower I would deffinitely recomend it," she said not really considering the fact that he might blow her brains out any minute.

The man growled and dug it into her forehead, when the elderly man across from them coughed slightly. "I will have no more of that Captain Winger, if you must shoot anything then shoot that stupid cat of your. Its hair on your clothes is going to kill me some day, now stop pointing that thing at the girl's head."

She raised an eyebrow, "Are you here to defend me or to prosecute me?"

He looked back to one of the many papers and made a quick note or two, "Neither, I'm here to make a deal."

She looked at the camera in the corner of the room, "Let me guess you want something that only I can give you but if I get caught I'm on my own," she said seeing that the light was off.

"More like we want you working for us full time, you are one of the best hackers out there and since we can't catch the rest I've been told to make a deal with you," he said looking through yet another file.

"I'll do it, but I'm going to need a few things," she said shifting slightly. This was the deal that every criminal waited for, those who had been forced into the proffession especially.

"As is expected, anything in particular?" he said looking up at her.

"New name, clean record, prints and dna wiped, and a new face," she said in a completely serious tone.

"New face?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"There are a lot of people who would like to wring my neck or drag me back under, I'm not letting that happen," she said simply.

"So I'm guessing that means that you won't try and use the government for past business," he said chuckling.

She shook her head, "Nope, I may have been born into this but that doesn't mean I wanted it."

He collected his things, "Well then I guess we have a deal. Someone will be over in the morning to sort everything else out, but you'll have to spend tonight in a cell. Nothing against you, but we can't have criminals running freely through the streets."

She shrugged as the guards forced her up, she didn't mind, it had four walls, a roof, and a bed it was fine by her standards. Point was she was finally getting that second chance that she had always wanted.

[Itailian Maifias]

Rodama, your on hold for the moment.

Obama, I am asking that you move this forward and take control of Lynch.

Official notice from me, Obamacain and Western Cuba are in charge of JSF for now. I will be gone for a while and I need you two to keep this alive

[Western cuba]

Rodama, your on hold for the moment.

Obama, I am asking that you move this forward and take control of Lynch.

Official notice from me, Obamacain and Western Cuba are in charge of JSF for now. I will be gone for a while and I need you two to keep this alive

I am sorry but I have to deny the role. I am going to be gone from Wednesday Afternoon to Friday some part of the day. Usually I would take control but I am busy at the moment. I have to work all of those days , I have only like a few hours between every day and I have no free-time for NS between that period.

[Obamacain]

Alright I will lewd but we aren't blowing the base up we are getting the info
And I will be gone for a couple bourse so start a good conversation

[Dimoniquid]

...

Who's XO!?

[Strykla]

methinks that something explosive or military-involved causes us to split.

we already have a plan to carry ourselves on:

- surveilance over a secluded house area
- assasination of a houses occupants silently
- Identity fraud
- ???
- Huge gunfight
- Profit!

...

Who's XO!?

I'm sniper I get to assasinate!
And, if no one else takes Executive Officer, I'll take it.

[Dimoniquid]

methinks that something explosive or military-involved causes us to split.

we already have a plan to carry ourselves on:

- surveilance over a secluded house area
- assasination of a houses occupants silently
- Identity fraud
- ???
- Huge gunfight
- Profit!

...

Who's XO!?

I'm sniper I get to assasinate!
And, if no one else takes Executive Officer, I'll take it.

I wanted it!

[Strykla]

methinks that something explosive or military-involved causes us to split.

we already have a plan to carry ourselves on:

- surveilance over a secluded house area
- assasination of a houses occupants silently
- Identity fraud
- ???
- Huge gunfight
- Profit!

...

Who's XO!?

I'm sniper I get to assasinate!
And, if no one else takes Executive Officer, I'll take it.

I wanted it!

I guess so. *Wipes away tears*

[Dimoniquid]

-Gun show-

[Novograd IV]

I'm sniper I get to assasinate!
And, if no one else takes Executive Officer, I'll take it.

I'm a marksman too, you know.

[Itailian Maifias]

Oi, since I can actually be on, follow this chain of command

-OC
-Dim
-Novograd

Hopefully they all won't leave

[Dimoniquid]

I won't!

[Novograd IV]