Coalition Task Force - 141 [ CTF-141 | CMEP Only | IC ]

[The Green Union]

CTF-141

The Coalition Military and Economic Pact | The Greater Markion Alliance of Nations

In the factory district of East Dunn City, Sevevill, stands an industrial building like all the others, the kind of building you could walk past every day on your way to work and never question what lies inside. If anyone ever cared to check, they would find that the facility is owned by an Arcadian arms manufacturing contractor. But what they don't know is that the contractor in question went under years ago. The factory complex is now home and office for a different kind of worker.

CTF-141 is an international team of the 'blacker than black' special force operatives drawn from member nations of the Coalition. The force's numbers, members, and leadership are classified, and few nations have even admitted to its existence. All that is known by all but the highest levels of the Coalition's command is that CTF-141 is a scalpel in a Coalition workbench of hammers and axes, placing an unprecedentedly sharp surgical edge personally in the hands of the Coalition Supreme Commander.

Rooms in the Base

- Personal Rooms
- Kitchen
- Rec Rooms
- Sanitation Rooms
- Armoury
- Helipad
- Training Facilities
- Hangar
- Board Room

Rooming Assignments ( Accepted Applications )
Room 3a - Wolf; Squad Leader, Designated Marksman (First Green Union Archer Regiment)
Room 3b - Web-Walker; Computer Specialist (Albatanian Special Forces Engineering Section)
Room 3c - Sandman; Assaulter (Sevevillian Atlas Special Forces)
Room 3d - Walker; Assaulter (Arcadian 501st shock battalion, J-SOT team 6)
Room 3e - Retch; Assaulter (Arcadian unit withheld)
Room 3f - Skull; Medic (Austaian Army)
Room 3g - Bloom1; Vehicle Expert (ROS First Republic Special Forces)
Room 3e - Hawk; Sniper (Vilhalan Flax-Core Task Team™)
Room 3f - Hound; Assaulter (Vilhalan McDonald’s SS™)

Recruits:
Panther; Combat Engineer (Oceanic Guard)
Havoc; Vehicle Expert (Arcadian Gold Squadron)
Bane; Assassin (Kalaraxian Inquisition)
Hare; Medic (Second Green Union Archer Regiment)

Application / Character Bio

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[b][u]Nation Information[/u][/b]

[b]Nation Name[/b]:
[b]Name Acronym[/b]:
[b]Is your nation part of the Coalition?[/b]

[b][u]Operator Information[/u][/b]

[b]Code Name[/b]:
[b]Given Name[/b]:
[b]Nationality[/b]:
[b]Military Unit of Origin[/b]:
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Blood Type[/b]:
[b]Appearance[/b]:

[b]Specific Skills[/b]:

[b]Weapons[/b]:

[b]Equipment[/b]:

[b]Link to External Biography (Recommended)[/b]:

[b]Does this operator know what they are doing?[/b] Yes / No

[b]Any Other Information[/b]:

[b]RP Sample[/b]:

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Sample App

CTF-141 Application / Character Bio

Nation Information

Nation Name: The Green Union
Name Acronym: GU
Is your nation part of the Coalition? Yes

Operator Information

Code Name: Wolf
Given Name: Hannah Uin-dúath
Nationality: Green Union Loyalist
Military Unit of Origin: First Green Union Archer Regiment
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Blood Type: AB+
Appearance: Straight black hair, blue eyes, fairly tall, darker complexion

Specific Skills: Marksmanship, Reflexive Firing, Close Combat, Negotiation, Military Strategy, Basic Piloting, Leadership

Weapons:
- FAL-Vc battle rifle
- Hi-Power handgun
- M-72 Law Disposable Antitank Weapon

Equipment:
- Tactical Field Engineer kit, containing equipment for both repair and destruction of mechanical equipment

(Nothing else unique to speak of)

Link to External Biography (Recommended): N/A

Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes / No

Any Other Information: Wolf is the point leader of CTF-141 since its inception. She is also the team's "close quarters sniper," a fancy way of saying she's a designated marksman who still goes through the door first.

RP Sample: Here it is

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Rules
- GU is OP
- Be Professional
- Keep it PG13
- No Killing Other Members
- OOC is Shunned

Notes
- This thread exists for around the base dramas as well as off-base exercises by CTF-141. Actual combat scenarios may also take place here but will more likely be incorporated into the International Incidents thread they correlate with.
- The base will have different areas where loaded weapons are allowed and prohibited. The only loaded arms in prohibited areas are located in designated weapons boxes.
- Attempting to betray the unit and attack eachother is technically allowed, but remember that the people you are trying to attack are also their nations' finest soldiers.
- This thread is meant to be slow. What happens in this base is not of overwhelming interest to the grand scheme of events.

[Albatan]

CTF-141 Application / Character Bio

Nation Information

Nation Name: The Kingdom of Albatan
Name Acronym: K-ABT
Is your nation part of the Coalition? Of cource.

Operator Information

Code Name: Web-Walker
Given Name: Anakin Flynn
Nationality: Albatanian
Military Unit of Origin: Albatanian Special Forces (Engineering/Drone Operations Section)
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Blood Type: AB+
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/QK0yeLv.jpg

Specific Skills: Hacking, Computer Programming, All forms of Engineering

Weapons: Modded Zandian AK-5, Modded Zandian SakoTRG, The "Flynn Buster" Pistol (Almost straight out of Tron)

Equipment: Game Themed T-Shirt and Sweater, Beige Cargo Pants, Old Red Adidas fom the 70's that are falling apart, "Flynn Vision" Goggles, Rigged Alienware 18 with FlynnOS, Graphene Under Armor and Albatanian Special Forces Combat Armour, Custom Built Seven Monitor Desktop Computer or "My Life in a Mother Board".

Link to External Biography (Recommended): https://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=735695

Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes ( Unless it's Fighting )

Any Other Information: Deleted the Windows Troubleshooter because "I needed more room for World of Warcraft save files". Has a pet cat that was genetically modified to have red eyes and pitch black fur. Has a JARVIS style AI that he calls Anakin 2.0 runs from his computer and takes commands from the "Flynn Vision" Goggles.

RP Sample: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... #p30516996

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[Sevevill]

CTF-141 Application / Character Bio

Nation Information

Nation Name: The Empire of Sevevill
Name Acronym:Sevevill
Is your nation part of the Coalition?
...

Operator Information

Code Name:Samdman
Given Name:Howard Monarch
Nationality:Sevevillian
Military Unit of Origin:Atlas Special Forces
Gender:Male
Age:22
Blood Type:A+
Appearance:
About 6 foot 3. Short brown hair.

Specific Skills:
Weapons, Marksmanship
Weapons:
M4a1, Glock, Combat knife. G21 Light Sniper
Equipment:
Light armor. Helmet. Flashlight. Small med kit. Extra scope. Night vision
Link to External Biography (Recommended):
Don't have one but working on one

Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes / No
Yes
Any Other Information:
Hard tempered. Will die for,his contrey.
RP Sample:
Not that hard to find

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[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

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Nation Information

Nation Name: the constitutional monarchy of the grande republic of Arcadia
Name Acronym:GRA
Is your nation part of the Coalition?yes

Operator Information

Code Name: Walker
Given Name: Clarke E. Ramsey
Advanced education :university of Arcadia
Nationality: Arcadian
Rank: Staff sergeant
Military Unit of Origin: 501st shock battalion, J-SOT team 6
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Blood Type: AB pos
Appearance: average height brown hair ,and nothing out of the ordinary

Specific Skills: marksmanship , weapons in general , coupled with aviation

Weapons: ACR Remington defense , CETME rifle, IMI 50. Caliber pistol

Equipment: NVG, medium weight protection vest, HUDs glasses , gas mask, tripod, medical supplies

Link to External Biography (Recommended):

Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes

Any Other Information:

RP Sample:you know me

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[Albatan]

Web-Walker looked at the dashboard of his truck, he was going four miles above the speed limit, he slowed down. He turned the corner and come upon the factory, his new home. He drove up and around back, after an hour of back tracking, which he thought was rather pointless, he was sure he was not being followed. He drove into one of the loading docks of the factory and closed the loading door behind him. He walked around to the exit door and opened it, searching for room 3b, his new room.

After wandering the corridors for several minutes he came upon it, how small. He opened the door and turned right around to begin unloading his stuff. He figured he was the first one here, it was quiet. He moved in some pipes, then a hammock, the two desks and a workbench. Finally, he wheeled off a police box, his tool shed, it looked exactly like the TARDIS.

When he finally got all of his stuff into the room he began to build a pipe frame around the whole thing so that he could hand his hammock and the monitors of his computers. In the far corner he placed his tool shed and opened it with a lead encased, electronic key that he wore as a dog-tag around his neck. After installing the pipe frame and electronics and finally his hammock. He went back to the truck.

He dragged a swivel chair and a couch to his room, then some posters of various scantly clad video game characters, his room was almost complete. He finished by hanging up his Christmas lights. He then went to the truck and all that was left was his guns and his goggles. He strapped on his goggled that covered the entire top half of his face and then carried his weaponry to the armoury. He was done unpacking, he retired to his room and began to play some Diablo II, a classic in his opinion.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Clarke walked into the compound and he was notified his stuff was in his room. Clarke walked and saw some special operations operators from all across the coalition , he counted five so far. When he got to his room he sorted everything and he saw a case from his desk. He entered in a code and he opened it and his weapons were inside disesembled. He soon started assembling the rifles and he soon put them in a locker and locked it. He folded his TRUSPECs and put the in drawer. Soon he took off his leather jacket and walked out into the courtyard, and sat on a bench and light a smoke and put on his glasses that also had a HUDs display. This was his new home for a few weeks until his family moved here.

[Sevevill]

Lt Howard "Sanman" Monarch. Arriving at the base
He walked up the stairs into his room. Fairly plain. A few footballs a basketball A rack and a hex press. He took off his athletic shirt and put on a green one that said Atlas on it. He slid some plates on the bench and started doing sets. He got of the bench and did squats for a while. He got up and grabbed his basketball. Before leavening he also took his M4a1 and took it down the armory. Putting it in his locker along with his other weapons and gear before going to the hanger. Here's see the botton on the wall and the basketball hoop started to come down. It was in the far corner of the hanger out of the way of all of the jet and all the stuff for it.
When the hoop was all the way down he started to shoot hoops working on his shot. He has been a D Lineman for Seve City State a few years ago and the Center on the basketball team. So he was very athletic not to mention all the hard training for Atlas.

[Albatan]

Web-Walker heard the occasional footsteps outside his closed door, but his headset drowned out most of the noise so he was fully immersed in his game. He was playing a modded version of Diablo II where instead of a birds eye view, it was as if he was playing a Doom style first person shooter, except without the shooting. He finished a good two hours when he decided to meet his new team mates. He saved his game and closed the window, leaving the computer running as he disconnected his headset, that was part of his "Flynn Vision" goggles, everything electronic he owned was wirelessly connected so he just had to have it within the correct range and he could have a closed circuit gaming station all to himself. Sadly, he had to give up online games, it would be a tough switch for him to make.

He stood up from his large swivel chair and walked around to the door of his room, only stopping to admire his posters. He opened the door and looked right, then, he looked left. Who to meet first? He ran a digital coin flip on his goggles, tails. He would meet "Sandman". Cool codename, was better than "Walker". Which was a little to similar to his own codename "Web-Walker". Anyways, he turned and walked down the hall to room 3c. He took a deep breath, and choked a little. The smell of sweat poured from the room, he held his breath and opened the door.

Inside the room looked like a personal gym, very appropriate for a soldier he supposed. Web-Walker kept his exercise equipment in one of the training rooms. He knocked on the open door right as Sandman made yet another perfect shot into the basket. Sandman towered over him, he looked over six feet tall and Web-Walker was only five foot two. He finished knocking on his open door and introduced himself.

Web-Walker: "S'up Sandman! I'm Anakin Flynn, or rather Webwalker, from Albatan! Good to finally meet a member of the team!"

In the back of his mind he thought about who this man was, he was, a Sevevillian, or Seve-villain as they said back in the Albatanian Special Forces. From what he knew, they were imperialist knuckle-heads who where irrational and very dangerous. He decided to avoid Sandman after this short confrontation.

[Sevevill]

Web-Walker heard the occasional footsteps outside his closed door, but his headset drowned out most of the noise so he was fully immersed in his game. He was playing a modded version of Diablo II where instead of a birds eye view, it was as if he was playing a Doom style first person shooter, except without the shooting. He finished a good two hours when he decided to meet his new team mates. He saved his game and closed the window, leaving the computer running as he disconnected his headset, that was part of his "Flynn Vision" goggles, everything electronic he owned was wirelessly connected so he just had to have it within the correct range and he could have a closed circuit gaming station all to himself. Sadly, he had to give up online games, it would be a tough switch for him to make.

He stood up from his large swivel chair and walked around to the door of his room, only stopping to admire his posters. He opened the door and looked right, then, he looked left. Who to meet first? He ran a digital coin flip on his goggles, tails. He would meet "Sandman". Cool codename, was better than "Walker". Which was a little to similar to his own codename "Web-Walker". Anyways, he turned and walked down the hall to room 3c. He took a deep breath, and choked a little. The smell of sweat poured from the room, he held his breath and opened the door.

Inside the room looked like a personal gym, very appropriate for a soldier he supposed. Web-Walker kept his exercise equipment in one of the training rooms. He knocked on the open door right as Sandman made yet another perfect shot into the basket. Sandman towered over him, he looked over six feet tall and Web-Walker was only five foot two. He finished knocking on his open door and introduced himself.

Web-Walker: "S'up Sandman! I'm Anakin Flynn, or rather Webwalker, from Albatan! Good to finally meet a member of the team!"

In the back of his mind he thought about who this man was, he was, a Sevevillian, or Seve-villain as they said back in the Albatanian Special Forces. From what he knew, they were imperialist knuckle-heads who where irrational and very dangerous. He decided to avoid Sandman after this short confrontation.

Lt Howard "Sandman" Monarch.
The Albaton walked into the hanger and introduced himself. He looked at the little man looking up at him. He reached his hand out.
"Good to meet another member of the team." The man was smaller in him. In height and muscle. This would be fun to see him suited up. If he did suit up. "So what do you do in this taskforce?"

[Albatan]

Lt Howard "Sandman" Monarch.
The Albaton walked into the hanger and introduced himself. He looked at the little man looking up at him. He reached his hand out.
"Good to meet another member of the team." The man was smaller in him. In height and muscle. This would be fun to see him suited up. If he did suit up. "So what do you do in this taskforce?"

Web-Walker: "Oh, I'm the computer specialist and engineer. If equipment breaks down, I would let it stay that way. If your gun jams, I can clean it in record time, which will be extra helpful for you considering your choice of weapon."

He remembered looking through the files on all the team mates, Sandman used an M4a1, a gun known for it tendency to jam after frequent use. The Ak-5 was a little better but it was not as good as the HK416. Of course, Zandill made the finest weapons so his modded Ak-5 was the cream of the crop, he thought.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Lt Howard "Sandman" Monarch.
The Albaton walked into the hanger and introduced himself. He looked at the little man looking up at him. He reached his hand out.
"Good to meet another member of the team." The man was smaller in him. In height and muscle. This would be fun to see him suited up. If he did suit up. "So what do you do in this taskforce?"

Web-Walker: "Oh, I'm the computer specialist and engineer. If equipment breaks down, I would let it stay that way. If your gun jams, I can clean it in record time, which will be extra helpful for you considering your choice of weapon."

He remembered looking through the files on all the team mates, Sandman used an M4a1, a gun known for it tendency to jam after frequent use. The Ak-5 was a little better but it was not as good as the HK416. Of course, Zandill made the finest weapons so his modded Ak-5 was the cream of the crop, he thought.

the compound
SSTG. Clarke Ramsey, CLASSIFIED

He walked into the room and saw his teammates . Clarke spoke "so who are you guys?" The albatani spoke "I'm Flynn " Clarke shook his hand and son he pulled a E-cigarette out of his pocket and offered it to Flynn.

[Albatan]

the compound
SSTG. Clarke Ramsey, CLASSIFIED

He walked into the room and saw his teammates . Clarke spoke "so who are you guys?" The albatani spoke "I'm Flynn " Clarke shook his hand and son he pulled a E-cigarette out of his pocket and offered it to Flynn.

Flynn pushed the e-cigarette away,

Flynn: "I've never been much for smoking, bad for the lungs they say. Also, I've never liked the inhaling anything that ain't clean air. I even hold my breath when I cross a running car, it's just how I am.", he points to Sandman, "this is Sandman by the way".

[Sevevill]

the compound
SSTG. Clarke Ramsey, CLASSIFIED

He walked into the room and saw his teammates . Clarke spoke "so who are you guys?" The albatani spoke "I'm Flynn " Clarke shook his hand and son he pulled a E-cigarette out of his pocket and offered it to Flynn.

Flynn pushed the e-cigarette away,

Flynn: "I've never been much for smoking, bad for the lungs they say. Also, I've never liked the inhaling anything that ain't clean air. I even hold my breath when I cross a running car, it's just how I am.", he points to Sandman, "this is Sandman by the way".

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Samdman.
He grabbed for a packet of real cigarettes form his pocket.
"Yah as the little dude said I'm sandman, you can call me Howard to." He offered on of the cigarettes to the GRA counterpart.

[Albatan]

Samdman.
He grabbed for a packet of real cigarettes form his pocket.
"Yah as the little dude said I'm sandman, you can call me Howard to." He offered on of the cigarettes to the GRA counterpart.

Flynn silently cursed and turned around, placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose in a sort of facepalm. Of course the Sevevillian offers a cigarette to someone already smoking an e-cigarette. Who else would be so thoughtless. He rued the fact that he would be stuck with a bunch of smokers. He decided to leave while he could,

Flynn: "Welp, I'm off to the training room, gotta keep in shape..."

He strode off to the training rooms where he had setup his exercise equipment. He passed room 3a, where the last team member was. Heck, he mise well cover all his bases right now. He dusted himself off and knocked on the door of Hannah Uin-dúath.

[Sevevill]

Howard "Sandman" Monarch.
He saw a pilot. One of the ones who flew the jet. He was wearing his kit and was holding his helmet. He moved infront of the man
"Hey John You going up?" The pilot nodded a yes "Can me and my... Aquontence form the GRA go for a ride?" The pilot nodded again. He turned back to the GRA soldier.
You want to go up. There are two jumpseats in the cockpit. It should be fun. Only VTOL in the SVAF. Maybe the nerd will go to." He said to the GRA soldier. "You In?"

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Howard "Sandman" Monarch.
He saw a pilot. One of the ones who flew the jet. He was wearing his kit and was holding his helmet. He moved infront of the man
"Hey John You going up?" The pilot nodded a yes "Can me and my... Aquontence form the GRA go for a ride?" The pilot nodded again. He turned back to the GRA soldier.
You want to go up. There are two jumpseats in the cockpit. It should be fun. Only VTOL in the SVAF. Maybe the nerd will go to." He said to the GRA soldier. "You In?"

Clarke turned down the cigarette and said the real stuff is bad for your health. When the sevevillian offered him a flight in the VTOL and he accepted. He walked in the cockpit and turned the air craft on.

[Sevevill]

Howard "Sandman" Monarch.
He saw a pilot. One of the ones who flew the jet. He was wearing his kit and was holding his helmet. He moved infront of the man
"Hey John You going up?" The pilot nodded a yes "Can me and my... Aquontence form the GRA go for a ride?" The pilot nodded again. He turned back to the GRA soldier.
You want to go up. There are two jumpseats in the cockpit. It should be fun. Only VTOL in the SVAF. Maybe the nerd will go to." He said to the GRA soldier. "You In?"

Clarke turned down the cigarette and said the real stuff is bad for your health. When the sevevillian offered him a flight in the VTOL and he accepted. He walked in the cockpit and turned the air craft on.

Sandman

He walked in and sat down in the jump seat next to the Arcadian. The two pilots sat down infront and started prepareing for the flight. The four engines turned down and were started. The co-pilot pushed up a single lever infront of the throttles and then pushed the throttles up. The engines we quiet but the sound could be heard clearly on the flightdeck. The giant roof opened and the plane went though the massive double door. When it was at 1,000 ft the pilot put the engines forward and the plane moved off and started climbing.

[The Green Union]

[Codename] Wolf, CTF-141 Headquarters:

Wolf was not in her quarters. She was in the briefing room, talking to the TV.

She stood at attention, looking at the face of LCOL. Sajjan that filled the screen. The face did not have its usual poise and regalness, the man instead looking tired and worn. It struck Wolf just how long she had served under the man. It wasn't as if Sajjan like a father to her or anything, but it was still disconcerting to see a powerful man so thin. Evidently his post was hardly a simple position to fill.

“But as you can see, Commander,” the Lieutenant Colonel said, “the situation is dire. We’re running out of options. If current trends continue the Coalition may lose one of its most important members.”

“What are your orders, sir?”

“Just stand by. Look over this task force and make sure it is prepared for what is expected of it. You are now in command of what may very well be the most deadly group of soldiers outside of Nedewsila.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good. I trust you will keep this unit together, commander. You may be the best chance we have to secure the future of the Coalition.”

“Yes, sir.” Wolf said, and the screen blacked out. Wolf looked at the smooth ebony surface, a soldier in heavy combat gear looking back at her. She sighed and strode back to the officer’s desk. LCOL. Sajjan spoke too much. Some considered him concise, but to Wolf he took too long to reach the point. This entire conversation had been a waste. Under all the politics she cared littleof her only order had been one she already was aware of. Break the team in. Get them ready

Wolf glanced at a monitor mounted on the desk, just in time to see the GRA and Sevevillian operatives, whom she had not seen enter the building, board the plane in the hangar and take off, as well as the Albatanian standing at the door to her quarters expectantly. Wolf had read each of their credentials, and though impressive she was concerned for their professionalism. ‘I mean, what do those two think they’re doing with the jet?’ If her soldiers felt the need to go on joyrides over the city it would mean unnecessary risk of exposure for this new force, and exposure was the last thing they needed. Wolf then glanced at the Albatanian again, still standing at her door. She sighed, slung her rifle over her shoulder, and turned to leave the room. Better to go see what he wanted.

[Sevevill]

[Codename] Wolf, CTF-141 Headquarters:

Wolf was not in her quarters. She was in the briefing room, talking to the TV.

She stood at attention, looking at the face of LCOL. Sajjan that filled the screen. The face did not have its usual poise and regalness, the man instead looking tired and worn. It struck Wolf just how long she had served under the man. It wasn't as if Sajjan like a father to her or anything, but it was still disconcerting to see a powerful man so thin. Evidently his post was hardly a simple position to fill.

“But as you can see, Commander,” the Lieutenant Colonel said, “the situation is dire. We’re running out of options. If current trends continue the Coalition may lose one of its most important members.”

“What are your orders, sir?”

“Just stand by. Look over this task force and make sure it is prepared for what is expected of it. You are now in command of what may very well be the most deadly group of soldiers outside of Nedewsila.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good. I trust you will keep this unit together, commander. You may be the best chance we have to secure the future of the Coalition.”

“Yes, sir.” Wolf said, and the screen blacked out. Wolf looked at the smooth ebony surface, a soldier in heavy combat gear looking back at her. She sighed and strode back to the officer’s desk. LCOL. Sajjan spoke too much. Some considered him concise, but to Wolf he took too long to reach the point. This entire conversation had been a waste. Under all the politics she cared littleof her only order had been one she already was aware of. Break the team in. Get them ready

Wolf glanced at a monitor mounted on the desk, just in time to see the GRA and Sevevillian operatives, whom she had not seen enter the building, board the plane in the hangar and take off, as well as the Albatanian standing at the door to her quarters expectantly. Wolf had read each of their credentials, and though impressive she was concerned for their professionalism. ‘I mean, what do those two think they’re doing with the jet?’ If her soldiers felt the need to go on joyrides over the city it would mean unnecessary risk of exposure for this new force, and exposure was the last thing they needed. Wolf then glanced at the Albatanian again, still standing at her door. She sighed, slung her rifle over her shoulder, and turned to leave the room. Better to go see what he wanted.

OOC: Its Sevevill Pilots form the SVAF Flying the jet. On a test mission.
Oh this is just one of the people working in the base

Capitan Howard Johns. Sevevill 203ed Engineering . Working in armory at CTF-141 HQ
He was just finishing up putting a gun together. He was supposed to assemble the reserve supply for the armory since this building was fairly new they were still unpacking things. There was gear form three of the nations to be stowed and attended to. He put the gun a M4a1 down in a line. That was the last one for now. He had finished the Sevevillian Soldiers gear that Sevevill had provided. He walked over to where another soldier was working on the GRA gear that had been shipped over. All soldiers had spare gear and other things essential for doing missions. There was also a team to repair the jet. The base was almost in full working order.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

CTF-141 Application / Character Bio

Nation Information

Nation Name: the grande republic of Arcadia
Name Acronym: GRA
Is your nation part of the Coalition?yes

Operator Information

Code Name: Retch
Given Name: J.
Nationality: Arcadian
Rank: Captaim
Advanced education: Bayjune Service Acedemy
Military Unit of Origin: CLASSIFIED
Gender: male
Age: 18
Blood Type: O pos
Appearance:

Specific Skills: tactics, and battle planing

Weapons: EM-2 rifle, IMI 50. Caliber handgun

Equipment: mark 5 arourus armor

Link to External Biography (Recommended):

Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes

Any Other Information: this guy is a super soldier

RP Sample:

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[Austaia]

CTF-141 Application / Character Bio

Nation Information

Nation Name:The Empire of Austaia
Name Acronym:Austaia
Is your nation part of the Coalition?Yes

Operator Information

Code Name: Skull
Given Name:Howard Gonzolas
Nationality:Austaian
Military Unit of Origin:Royal Austaian Army (RAA)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Blood Type:O+
Appearance:

Specific Skills: Hand to Hand. Riflery. Medical aid,

Weapons:
M3a1, M9, Combat Knife, ATGM

Equipment:
Helmet, Skull Balaclava, Goggles, Light carrier rig,
Link to External Biography (Recommended):

Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes / No
yea
Any Other Information:
Extremely aggressive
RP Sample:
Same as Sevevills.
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[The Republic of Sevevill]

CTF-141 Application / Character Bio

Nation Information

Nation Name:The Republic of Sevevill
Name Acronym:ROS
Is your nation part of the Coalition?
Yes
Operator Information

Code Name:Bloom1
Given Name:Luke Jakobson
Nationality:Sevevillian
Military Unit of Origin:The First Republic Special Forces (ROS main special forces)
Gender:Male
Age:20
Blood Type:A++
Appearance:
6 foot 1, blond hair, Jacked

Specific Skills: Helicopter Piloting, Marksmanship, Stelth

Weapons:
FAL, Glock, Machete,
Equipment:
Helmet, Small carier rig
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Does this operator know what they are doing? Yes
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[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Clarke "walker" Ramsey
As the plane landed he was meet by the team leader and she started yelling. Clarke spoke " I had to pick up a asset that was at the docks." The knew he got the order mid flight from SGEN North. Soon a tall man walked out of the dropship and he was about a foot taller than the average man, young, guy strong. He presented himself as Retch. He gave the team leader a few papers and spoke "Ill be in my room." Clarke said "I'll do the same."

[Albatan]

Web-Walker

After a minute of impatient waiting, he made his way over to the training room, picking up a bottle of Gatorade on the way. There he found his training equipment. There was little top no conventional exercise equipment, but there where several monitors that he attached to himself to monitor his vitals and other health indicators. After that he laid out on his grip mat and began stretching. He started on one end of the room, then he traversed the room back and forth doing dynamic stretches. After about twenty minutes of stretching he started conventional exercise that didn't use equipment, push-ups, planks, v-sits, mountain climbers, etc... His heart rate and several other initiators where being tracked and displayed on his heavy duty tablet. He would do this for about fifty minutes before finishing with some static stretching for twenty more minutes. This would be his hour and a half daily workout.

[Sevevill]

Sandman. Walking to the training room
He wore his Sevevill Rhinoes Flat cap backwards as he walked. He wore his trainers. He had gotten bored of bench and squats so he was going to deadlift. He wore his powerbeats in one ear listening to dre. He walked into the room and walked over to a bar and slid 255lbs on. 2 plates and another 35 plate. He slid the clamp thing that kept the weights on onto the bar and started to lift doing reps of ten. Then he did a set of a hundred pushups before going back. It took about a hour to get bord of doing this so he started to do hang cleans with the same bar. He had just done about a two hours of working out before he went over to the store and got a bottle of about a gallon of water and chugged the water as he walked back to his room when he ran into the squad leader just leaveing her room.
"Hey your incharge here right?" He asked