D-38 Boss

"But I have plenty of stuff-" Cavril Had left before he could finish. Ty began to look over the shotgun on the table in front of him. He ripped off the strap of one of the duffle bags and used it to make a makeshift sling. He loaded the shotgun and got used to the weight. "I need a crossbow or somethin'... be better for keepin' quiet."

Ty thought for a bit. "I'll take the shotgun. don't need any training to know how to use one." Ty picked up the old pump-action. "Remington 870, wood stock, Iron frame... nice."

"Not all of us are lucky enough to have a gun. or military training. I make do with what i know works. You hit them enough, they stop moving. you see a survivor who's bitten..." Ty stopped. he thought back to his brother. "Nevermind......" He grabbed a beer out of the duffel bag and downed it.

Ty looked over to Isaac. "That S--- has kept me alive this long. so it's obviously worth something." He took a drink of water. "Besides, I'm smart enough to know that some rules don't apply. I'm not immune like in Left4Dead. Orange Juice won't heal me like in Dead Rising. and Zombies don't drop ammo like in Resident Evil." He took another drink. "But other things do apply, Destroy the head, Gunshots attract them, Fire doesn't kill them, And" He shuddered. "You can use their flesh to disguise yourself from them..."

Ty waved. "Hey, what's your name?" He set down his bags and took out a bottle of water. "Oh, and to answer your question, Massachusetts, in the U.S. Got here on a boat i nabbed. Plan A... Didn't go so well."

Ty climbed up the fire escape slowly, keeping his bat in one hand, and carrying the two huge bags of supplies. "So," Ty said. "You from around here? or did you end up here?"

Ok. Here's your mission: On Requiem we've located a medium size covenant research base. they are researching new ways to weaponize plasma. We're dropping you directly into the base, where you are going to steal their research data, and destroy the base. there is a decent military force in the base, expect resistance. Take that basis and write what ever you want here: http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/25523-eagles-talon-rp-mission-thread/ Any reason in particular? remember the Eagle's Talon is large enough to dock several large frigates in it's hangars. so you can be on the E.T.

Post your missions here. Remember these are solo missions, but you can work collaboratively with another person if you message them. Good luck, I'll be watching.

Just felt like showing you what I've been up to today. Last night during the snow. My Basement door. And what i wore to go shovel. Snow fun. Get it? s'no fun? I'm sorry

Ty shrugged. "After all the crap that's gone down... I don't blame you." Ty finished what he was doing. He had packed two bags for himself to carry, and made a handfull of prepacked Emergency kits, marked "Take one, Make one." Ty turned to Isaac. "In case anyone else comes by... ya'know..." Ty put the bags onto his shoulders. "Ready to go?

Ty took the strangers hand and pulled himself up, wiping the blood of of his shirt. "Tyler.... you can call me Ty. Thanks for the assist..." Ty began loading up his duffle bag with supplies. "You seen anyone else alive around here?" He asked, wondering how much his Boston accent gave away.

Ty turned as he heard shots ring out from behind him. Before he could react a zombie he had knocked down grabbed his leg, bringing him down to the floor. "Hell no! HELL NO!" He screamed swinging his bat frantically.

Ty reached the store. There was already a decent sized group of zombies crowding the store. Ty cracked his knuckles and his neck. "All or nothing Ty...." Ty lifted His Bat and cracked the nearest zombie's head open. He started working his way toward the storefront.

Ty leaned out from the record shop. He shouldered the duffle bag he had found. "No one? They must've moved off..." Ty walked out from the store and headed back toward the convenience store. He heard glass breaking from the entrance he came on from. "Oh F---... I gotta move now!" Ty jogged toward the Convenience store, Bat in hand.

Ty heard two gunshots from the other end of the mall. "S---... Oh please be friendly.... and alive...." Ty started to head toward the noise. "wait... in Dead Rising, people were psychopaths.... what if... I'd better be careful...." Ty ducked into a nearby record store and crept along the racks, sneaking toward the area he heard the noise from.

Feel free to get going in the Off duty RP. If anyone wants to do an actual combat mission, Post here saying so and I'll assign you one!

Ty was still swinging his bat wildly. He was starting to get tired though. And he wasn't sure if he'd been bitten or not. "Sonofa-" He grunted as he knocked another zombie's head clear of it's body. He saw an opening and he started to move toward it. After a good 5 minutes of fighting, he was clear of the horde. He could see the mall straight ahead. He managed to rush inside and barricade the door before anymore zombies could come after him. He turned and looked around. Empty. Not even any zombies. "For once... I'm glad to see no zombies..... now, what can we find?" After looking around for a while he noticed a lot of the stores were still stocked, at least partially. But finding no other survivors stuck with him. "I thought I hated people... now I just want to see SOMEONE." He muttered. "someone alive preferably..." He walked into a convenience store, walked over to the fridge, and grabbed an energy drink. He cracked it open and downed it. He looked around. "Actually some good stuff here... I should find a backpack or something..." Ty jogged off to search for a bag.

Adm. Parker Hit his comm button. "Roger that Apollo, You are cleared for Docking bay 6. E.T. out."

Ty was still a few blocks from the mall. "Man, I wonder if there's a gun store there? Dead Rising's mall had a gun store..." Ty turned the corner. "Oh.... Crap...." Zombies. Everywhere. a few turned and started shambling towards him. "Gonna have to Action movie this one..." Ty started sprinting through the crowd of Zombies, Swing his bat back and forth. He had killed a few but in the crowd he lost his bearings. He ended up hitting a dead end, surrounded. Ty gasped for breath. "This... was a bad... Idea..." He gripped his bat. The horde stumbled closer. "I could use some help here! anyone!?!" Ty yelled.

Ty walked down the street further. He kept his eyes locked straight ahead. He'd seen more than enough to keep him awake for the rest of his life. "Just like Mass... Nothin'." Ty stopped and walked over to a tourist map to get his bearings. "Ok, so I'm here.... Perfect, there's a mall just down this way! It worked for Frank West! Why not for me?" Ty jogged off toward the direction of the mall.

Ty MacMillan. Ty hopped of the old boat. He looked around. he wasn't happy with what he saw. "2 weeks in this damn thing... Just to find out England's no better of then the US...." One escape plan down. None to go. Ty walked off the dock, Bat in hand. He'd left Massachusetts in a stolen boat with almost no food. What few friends he had were dead, And he didn't care about his parents, Considering how much of a "Disappointment" he was to them. He crept toward a defunct Convenience store, hoping to find some food. After a while he found something. "A bag of Skittles... Great." He said dejectedly. He tore open the package and leaned against the counter. It was extremely quiet. "This place musta been one of the first cleared out. No more food for the Z's...." He said to himself. He finished the Skittles and walked out of the store down the road. "S---, For all I know i'm the last guy on earth... Good thing I was ready for this... Ok, what did they do In Left4Dead? Oh, yeah! they took a boat to an abandoned island...." He groaned. "A boat filled with Supplies, and 4 people, well 3, to rebuild... That won't work... Walking Dead, they never really got away..." Ty shook his head. "This may be harder than I thought..."

When will you be starting this? I R excited.....

I think we all know my character's name. Is it unoriginal that I use the same name for all my RP's? Name: Tyler "Ty" MacMillan Age: 23 Appearance: Has messy black hair and a jawline beard. Rather Average in size, is decently Pale. Height: 5"8 Clothes: Camo Cargo pants, Black T-shirt, Long black Trench coat. Steel toed boots (what I actually wear daily. O_O) Weapon: Metal Baseball Bat. Personality:Your average Gamer. Loud, Obnoxious, Know-it-all. He thinks he'll be the go to guy for the Zombie Apocalypse. Couldn't be more wrong. Backstory: He's played the games, watched the movies, read the books, he has an Apocalypse kit. He's ready! Or so he thinks.