D-38 Boss

Drizzy's not dead! Yay? Yay.

"Talon 1-1, You are cleared to land. Nice work out there. should net us a nice payday. Out." Jozef banked his "Berkut" Fighter, lining up with the runway. He eased beck on the throttle, beginning his descent. He'd just returned from an "Asset limitation" Sortie. In layman's terms, he was sent out with his squadron to down as many Insurrectionist Fighters as possible, to weaken their air power. Say what you will about the UNSC, they weren't shy about using those Tax dollars to their advantage. Walking across the tarmac, Jozef headed into the Officers Club, and took his usual booth in the back, listening in to other conversations. "You heard what the Commander said. we'll be opening for business soon. Any contracts are fair game, 'long as they pay." "How's the UNSC gonna handle that?" "Who cares? They know we're neutral, so does anyone else out there. It's only business." "I heard they started an Ad campaign too. tryin' to drum up some clients" "Yup. Interstellar radio ads. Pretty cheesy ones too." "Jesus..." Jozef sipped from his drink, his third drink, to be exact. "Guess I'll be getting pretty busy soon."

Platform: 360 GT: xXRC BossXx Manifest:http://social.bioware.com/n7hq/home/overview/?name=xXRC%20BossXx&platform=xbox Difficulty: any Kit: Turian Sentinel Weapon: Mantis Power: Overload

O_o Soon...... First! Character thingy! Name: Jozef Vasili Age: 32 Occupation: "Berkut" Pilot, HPCB, Rank: O-3 Captain Weapon(s) of choice: 4 "Deadblow" 4 "Skybreaker" Keeps an M6B on his person at all times Appearance: His brown hair is starting to thin, a side-effect of wearing a flight helmet too often. he keeps his face clean shaven, and is rarely seen out of his flight suit Background: Jozef is one of the "Big Five". the major founders of the Bureau However, he is one of two who did not take a command position. Jozef's rank is little more than a title, as he prefers to do the work of enlisted men, going on Basic Sorties and combat missions. He is an extremely talented pilot, and knows just how far you can push a fighter before it pushes back.

I couldn't really get into the first one, but so far, I'm liking the way this one sounds. Full Name: Tyler "Ty" Mitchell MacMillan (Not the same one I played in Radioactive consider that one non-existant) Occupation: Staff Sergeant, ODSTs, 3rd Brigade Age: 23 Armor Aesthetics: Basic ODST armor. Small wearable keyboard W/ Various attachments built into left wrist brace. Radio Pack Facial Appearance: Short, Messy, Black Hair, Small tuft of hair on his chin, sharp green eyes. Equipment/Weapon of choice: M7S Silenced caseless SMG, M6SOCOM Silenced Magnum. Backstory: Born in a Farming Commune on Earth, Ty grew up not knowing who his true parents were. (Children in farming communes are raised by the community.) Spending his adolescence farming, he dreamed of adventure. Joining the UNSC was a given, and after a rough patch during training, he excelled. Focusing his efforts, he became a Tech Specialist, able to hack into some of the more basic Covenant battle-nets. While his focus has left his marksmanship with something to be desired, he is still capable in combat.

"Berkut" Standard Loadout ------------------------------------ 10,000 rounds .30 caliber "Dum-Dum" anti-vehicle 2 "Sky-breaker" Multi-Warhead Missiles 6 "Deadblow" I.D. tracing missiles. Optional Loadout addons ------------------------------------ 200 "Hellfire" Rockets 2 "Crater Creator" UGBs 10 Dropped Composition 4 charges. (Can be detonated remotely, and can be dropped to set up diversion later on.) 2 Tracker Dart Missiles 2 .500 Caliber "Doomsday" Wing mounted Mini-guns Basically the same description as last time. Main Weaponry: M4A6 - Chambered for 5.56 Super-Heated, Caseless FMJ's (Rounds leave no casings, thus, no evidence of HPCB's involvement.) On more important missions, they can be loaded with .50AE "Kill-Burst" Rounds (High caliber, Delayed explosive rounds. Extremely expensive.) Testing out of 10,000 rounds, the M4A6 jammed only 3 times, making one of the most reliable Conventional firearms available to Non-UNSC Armed forces. HPCB deploys them in mass, and they are available in any number of set ups. All variants are suppressed by default, making it the perfect tool for the Bureau's "Small Foot-print" Tactics. Certain versions can fit C-mags, giving the wielder 100 rounds in a single magazine, Making them perfect for a support gunner role. Plager Katsumate Series-D Although this particular weapon has been out of production for several decades, this High caliber, Laser charged revolver has been adopted by HPCB for standard issuing to all personnel. With a Six round Chamber, ammo can be an issue, but this has had the unintentional side effect of boosting the marksmanship of all HPCB Soldiers, as they spend extra time practicing to make every shot count. Armor: HPCB Troops are encouraged to purchase their own armor, Making each soldier's set up unique. The only universal item issued to the troops is the Virtual Assault Linked Interface System, or V.A.L.I.S. (Think Cross-com system from Ghost Recon Future Soldier)

Granted, but it is subsequently lost. I wish I could has job.

New Mombassa, October 21st, 2552, 1:30 AM Sector 2-A: Central Park. Tracking ODSTs: Sgt. Charles Louis Mathison, Pvt. Tyler Mitchell MacMillan “Ah, Christ....” Mathison grunted, tossing the chunk of drywall of of himself. “The hell was that?” What was left of the store was dark, and destroyed. All of the street lights had gone out, and the only light came from fires and the moon. “Jesus....” He said as he examined the surrounding area. “This is a mess.” He sat up and looked around the store. Most of the shelves had been blown away, and the majority of the structure had collapsed, leaving a pile of broken concrete chunks and rebar. “Kid? You still with me?” Mathison called as he got to his feet. “Over here...” Came the strained reply. Mathison rushed over to see Ty pinned under one of the Store's concrete support beams. His helmet was missing, and blood dripped down his face. Mathison gripped the edges of the beam, and lifted with all his might, clearing enough room for Ty to slide out from under it. “There you go...” Mathison grunted as he dropped the beam down. “You alright, Kid?” “Still breathing.” Ty said, wiping the blood from his face. “Lost my SMG.” “You're lucky that's all you lost, pal. A few more inches and you'd have lost your head.” Mathison said, checking his shotgun. It was still working perfectly. “You still got your sidearm?” Ty plucked his M6CSOCOM from his leg holster. “Luckily.” He nodded. “Good, then we're still in this.” Mathison walked out from the wreckage and flipped on his radio. “TREC Actual this is TREC 1, do you copy?” The only reply was static. “Damn it... comms are down.” “Must be the radiation from the carrier's jump.” Ty said. “What?” “The carrier... it... puts off radiation when it makes a hyperspace jump.” He said, scratching it's head. “How the hell do you know that?” Mathison asked. “Video games...” Ty said with a grin. “Of course... How foolish of me to think you might actually have learned something somewhere.” Mathison replied, rolling his eyes. “Where do you think Logan and Lugo are?” Ty asked. Mathison looked around, squinting into the darkness. “Smart money is on Logan being in that building somewhere.” He said, pointing to the office building on the opposite side of the central park. “And Lugo, hell, anything's possible...” “So... I'm a little fuzzy on protocol here...” Ty said. “Exactly what do we do when an Alien attack on earth turns to eight shades of s---?” “Pray to god you don't step in it.” Mathison chuckled. “Oh great. This is a wonderful first assignment.” Ty groaned. “Kid, you don't get medals for sitting on the ship playing grab-a--, you get me?” “Yes sir.” Ty said, his shoulders slumping. “I don't think I'll be getting any medals any time soon. For all we know, we might be the last humans left!” Mathison narrowed his eyes at Ty. “Kid, you got a wild imagination, you know that? Do me a favor and just zip it, alright?” “Uh, Yes Sarge. Sorry...” Ty said, wiping more blood from his face. “You gonna be alright? That's a nasty cut.” Ty nodded. “You sure?” Another nod. “You could say something, you know...” “But you said-” Mathison rubbed his temples. “I know what I said... Jesus....” “So... what, exactly, is the plan?” Ty asked, looking over his pistol. “Wait here, Without radios, we can't organize ourselves. It's better if we stay put. That way at least they know where to look for us.” “Sounds like-” Ty stopped, jerking his head to the left, out towards the darkness of Central Park. “Something wrong?” Mathison asked. “I though I heard...” Ty trailed off. Ty shoved Mathison to the ground as a flurry of orange streaks flew by, superheated steel spikes of the Brute's devastating Spiker. “S---!” Mathison shouted, crawling into the rubble for cover. “Did you see how many there are?!” “No clue, Sarge!” Ty called back from behind the destroyed remains of the shop's shelves. Lifting his Automag pistol over the top, he fired blindly into the dark. “Don't waste your ammo kid! You don't know how long we need to hold out!” Mathison yelled as he fired periodic shotgun blasts in the enemy's direction. Plasma blasts and Spiker rounds light up the night, mixed with the muzzle flash of Mathison's Shotgun. “Why the hell are they still here?!” Ty called out. “Doesn't matter! They're here, they die! Got it!?” Mathison snapped and he crouched to reload. “Yes Sir!” Ty shouted, hopping out from cover to fire into an approaching Brute. The M6CSOCOM packed a surprising punch, and the Brute fell almost instantly. Ty ducked back into cover to reload. The combat dragged on. For every Brute they killed, two replaced it. “Kid, how you doin'?” Mathison asked as he slid yet more shells into it's shotgun. “Holding up! You?” “Loving every second!” Mathison cackled. He had to admit, things started to look bleak. He didn't want to say it, but he had about 20 shells left, and it didn't look like Lugo or Logan, or anyone would be coming for them. But he was an ODST, Through and through. I came from hell to bring as many sorry S.O.B.s back with me as possible, He thought. An old Helljumper's Motto. “Sarge!?” Ty called, snapping Mathison out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” “This isn't looking good...” Ty said bitterly. “We'll be fine kid.” Mathison said. “Lugo and Logan'll be charging in any second now!” “I may be green, Sarge, but-” “I'm telling you, we'll be fine! Now shut your damn mouth and fight!” Ty nodded silently. His expression grew dark, but it was almost... accepting, of what was to come. “Either way, it's been fun Sarge.” Mathison peered out into the darkness. They either needed to move now, or they'd die in this pile of rubble. They didn't have they supplies to hold out here. Thinking back on his career, Mathison had never been in this bleak of a situation. At his age, he was old for a Helljumper. While Ty was just old enough to be accepted. “Kid....” Mathison said, pulling a smoke grenade off of his vest. “Yeah Sarge?” “Get ready to run.” “What!?” “You heard me! Run!” Mathison shouted tossing the grenade out into the street. As the smoke filled, Mathison rushed out into the street, firing wildly into the smoke. Turning to his left, he felt a blinding pain in his chest. He looked down to see a Spike sticking out of his chest. His legs folded under him, and he collapsed to the pavement. Ty rushed to Mathison's side, dragging him behind a nearby car. “What are you doing!?” Mathison said through his gritted teeth, a pink froth forming around his mouth. “I told you to run!” “F--- that!” Ty said. “Either we both leave, or neither of us do!” Mathison's vision started to darken. “Hey! Stay with me!” Ty called as he continued to fight. A stray plasma bolt crashed into his vest, dropping him to one knee. A block away, Lugo and Company approached the clearing smoke. “There!” Lugo yelled. “Malodov! Light 'em up!” The Warthog's Chain gun roared to life, spewing heavy caliber rounds at a staggering rate. Lugo slammed the handbrake, sliding the Warthog to a stop, and hopping out. Within a few minutes, the Brutes lay strewn across the street. Waters was tending to Mathison. “Thank god we got here in time.” Lugo said, helping Ty to his feet. Waters walked up to Lugo. “I wouldn't say that...” He said sadly. “What?” “'is lung's been punctured. All I've got left is bandages. I ran out of Bio-foam hours ago.” “So?” “So? So!?” Waters said angrily, before leaning in to speak quietly. “Do I need to spell it out, boy? He's not going to make it. I'm a doctor, not a damn miracle worker...” The words hit Lugo like a punch to the stomach. “I'm sorry, Lugo. I can't do anything for him. I mean, maybe if we'd gotten 'ere earlier, we could've-” “Shut up.” Lugo said angrily. “Wha-” “Shut, the hell, up!” Lugo snapped. Waters stomped off, kicking the back bumper of the Warthog angrily. Lugo crouched down next to Mathison, whose breathing had become shallow, and labored. Ty sat against the rubble, looking straight down at the ground. “Hey Sarge...” Lugo said, trying to sound cheery. “Hey.... Jacka--....” Mathison chuckled. “The Doc says you're gonna be fine, so-” “Chris... Don't bulls--- me.... I know what..... is gonna happen....” He said, gasping for breath. He looked over at Ty and Logan. “You know... what comes next.... right?” “Yeah.... I know.” Mathison lifted his Dogtags off of his neck, holding them out to Lugo. “Put these.... Somewhere nice....” “You got it...” Lugo said, trying to smile. “Listen, you gotta... do me one.... more favor....” “Yeah?” “Don't let the kid.... blame himself....” “You got it, Sarge.” “Good boy....” Mathison said with a sigh. “Any more requests, Mr. Needy?” Lugo chuckled weakly. “Yeah... Name a ship after me...” “Got it... the UNSC A--hole.” Mathison scoffed. “You're alright Lugo.... You're.... Alright....” Mathison took one last breath, and closed his eyes. Lugo sat in silence for a bit, and it seemed the uneasy silence over took the whole city. After a few minutes, Lugo stood up and turned to Ty. “Rookie!” “Yeah?” Ty said weakly, still staring at the ground. “Is that wound gonna be a problem?” “No.” “Good, than up and at 'em. You're driving.” “Yes sir....” Ty said, standing up and trudging to the Warthog. Lugo stopped him as he passed by. “Hey.” “Yeah?” “Blame the Covies, not yourself.” “If I hadn't hesitated, he might-” “Don't waste time on what MIGHT have happened, you hear me? Don't remember him by feeling sorry for yourself. Get angry, and make sure every single Covenant ******* out there fears your name.” “Yes sir.” “It's just Lugo, rook.” Ty nodded, and got into the Warthog's front seat. “Alright Ladies! Saddle up! Malodov, Logan, Get the Sergeant loaded in the back.... We're not leaving him here.”

Congratulations! Hope everything pans out for you!

Here's what I think.

Banned because.... this:

[i'm just gonna assume I'm running with a squad of NPCs. That Okay? If not, let me know, and I'll edit.] D.J. looked at his "squad". It was clear he hadn't made a good first impression on anyone, because he only had about 5 others with him, and they weren't to pleased about it. He felt like he should say something, establish dominance and whatnot, but that wasn't his style. "Alright... Here's the deal." He started. "I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but I can tell you guys ain't too happy about bein' in my squad. So I'll tell ya what we'll do. You don't like following my orders, you're more than welcome to try it on your own. You just better hope you can explain why you abandoned your team if you make it back to base, before the Sergeant shoves eight shades of s--- down your throat for it." If anything, it made them ponder their chances on their own. D.J. flipped his helmet in his hands and secured it on his head. "That's all I wanna say. so, now that I'm done bein' an A-- hole, what's your names?"

I have this: These weapons combine to create the LaserLaserRaserMaserDaserShmaserBobaserBananaphanaphophaser It's worth +24!

For the Lolz: Top Ten ways shelves can improve your life 1. Look Organized! 2. Hold stuff! 3. Hold more stuff! 4. You can break it to look cool! 5. Shelves make great low maintenance pets! 6. They're high in fiber! 7. You can build secret rooms! 8. Nothing says "shut up" like a shelf to the face at high speed! 9. I friggin said so! 10. You can become the Lord of the Shelves!

Top Ten Top Ten Lists 1. Noises I make when I eat 2. Ways to cook Bologna 3. Ways to offend, appall, and maim your friends 4. Times the F word has been acceptable 5. Countries that make me think of Cheese 6. Ways shelves can improve your life 7. Giving up will make you not care about the fact that you're on fire 8. Times I could have done something, but didn't due to my Hat-related well being 9. ways to cleanse your colon using nothing more than an empty soda can and a mountain lion 10. Top Ten reasons to make a top ten list listing the top ten top ten lists

Well, mayhap our paths would cross

"Kyro... we're not gonna have explosives... This is an exercise, which I'm pretty sure means blowing your enemies halfway to hell isn't allowed." D.J. Trudged onto the second Pelican, taking the seat nearest to the ramp. He looked over his MA5. The rifle still felt foreign in his hands. "Man... I'd love to get my hands on one of those big a-- sniper rifles..." He wondered aloud.

I ran the same thing last time, and in a few other RPG's. Either way, this presents some interesting opportunities. And the future potential for a merger.... Maybe... maybe not. Either way, it'll give me a legitimate enemy should I so choose.

Top Ten Obscure Games I Have Played: 1. River City Ransom 2. Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine 3. Shining Force 4. N+ 5. Project Snowblind 6. Winback 7. Shen Mue (It's obscure to most people.) 8. Advance Wars 9. Fighting Force 10. Art of Fighting

Now there's TWO mercenary factions? O_o Dis gonna be confusing...

YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOMMY! Congratz.