Composite Armour

I can understand a person holding a toy gun, but seriously, a wii remote? That's just stupidity. Also, to people saying that he could have shot him in a less lethal place, remember it's a gun. When you shoot, you shoot to kill.

Rainbow road. Rainbow road all the way.

Bruv you gettin' all up in my face innit?! That is like well bad well bad bruv. D'ya get me bruv innit?

October 9th, 7:40am North of the former ECA line, France "Keep your ******* eyes forward!" Sean shouted to the driver, as the tank nearly rolled over an ECA trooper. He turned the periscope to where the fire was coming from. Barely making out people in the distance, he switched to Thermals and saw around a score of bright, white targets. He shouted to the gunner to their location and the Tank turned it's turret. He noticed something odd about the opponents. They clearly weren't conscripts. Gear and tactics didn't match Shock troopers. He could make out that they were wearing chemical suits. His thought process was disrupted by a massive sound and the tank jolting violently, causing him to hit his head. He shook his head, no serious damage. Well none that he could feel anyways. He just then heard the pleas of his gunner shouting "Permission to fire!" "Is this the time for a ******* conversant?! Shoot those ********!" He turned his attention to the flanks while the tank began to open up on the far targets. He made out 4 targets to his right, one with an RPG launcher. "****, they're in close with AT weapons!" "Sir, right tracks are gone, I can't move this thing!" Sean didn't say anything, instead moving to grab his rifle off of the turret and readying to open the hatch. He took a deep breath and popped it open. Scrambaling down to the side and taking advantage of whatever cover was on the ground, he managed to get within earshot of the troopers. "Someone get on the turret and cover me while I repair this thing!" The reply was drowned out by a rocket screaming into the crater near them. It burst into a cloud of white smoke and troopers began to emerge from it as they were burning slowly to death. His Leopard replied in kind with a HEAT shell, taking out the culprit. He made his way back to the side of the treads. The ping of bullets going for him made sure he couldn't do anything. "Someone get on that ******* MG and cover me!"

October 8th, 11:02pm ECA defensive line, southern France. Sean sat back in his seat. Looking through the periscope once again, just to make sure. "That's the last of them...for now at least." He looked over to his gunner, they were shaking slightly. "Get me a fuel and ammo check." The gunner nodded and proceeded to check the guns magazine. Sean unbuckled and opened his hatch, climbing out into the dark rain. It was odd he thought. The silence. The patter of rain and wind, but other then that, nothing. Not even the artillery fire that had been present for much of the day. He shook his head, remembering why he was out here. Sliding down the front of the tank, he began to inspect it. There were several holes in the front, though thankfully none of them went all the way through. He put his hand on the barrel. Still warm. He turned his head at the call of his gunner. "Sir, command's just issued an order to begin moving out!" He nodded and climbed back up onto the turret and settled back down into his seat. Looking out through his periscope, he could see man and machine begin to emerge from the line and head forward. He signaled his driver to begin moving out. "Was that all of them?" Sean sighed and looked dead ahead with the periscope. Nothing. "I don't think so..." "So they're sending us into a grinder?" "We'll worry about when we get to it. We don't question orders." The gunner nodded and sat quietly. The tank rumbled to life and began rolling forward.

October 8th, 7:31pm ECA Carrier battle-group, off the northern Spanish coast. President Jean paced forward and back through the control room, keeping his eyes locked on several monitors as he passed them. He stopped and began looking at the map of Europe. Most of it was under a crimson shroud now. From Russia herself all the way to most of France, all of it marked as Russian territory. He turned his attention to another screen as a radio signal came in. Masses of Sentinel and Kodiak tanks, followed by various troop transports. Similar images appeared in over 23 different monitors. "How are the defenses holding?" He asked, turning towards a console operator. "Steady so far, the initial Russian force was unable to break through, but weakened our lines in the sectors here, here and here" he said, pointing to three various spots on the map. The President once again turned to the other monitors. There was no doubt, the last ECA defenders would fall within hours. The armies of Spain and Portugal may be able to stage a brave defense, but they'll eventually fall. British forces are still unable to mount a landing and the ECA's largest tank divisions were still held up in Denmark, having been bypassed by the Russians completely. He signed as he turned back to the console operator. "Have all the scouts reported in a confirmation?" "The main bulk of the Russian forces are in the ideal locations sir." The President sighed once again. He buried his face in his hands for a moment, weighing the decision he was about to make. While the Prime minister Fitzgerald still fought a hopeless diplomatic battle in front of the powerless UN, President Jean was now the one who would decide the course of the war. He knew what a slippery slope it would be, but he had no other choice. "Are all the positions ready?" "Yes sir, they're waiting on your command." "Alright...do it." "Understood sir." The operator stood up and proceeded to another crewman, whispering in his ear. He too left his position and told other crewmen. The operator returned and sat down at his position, the President still watching over his shoulders. He picked up the radio. Beginning with a code phrase and several numbers, he then ended with the words: "Operation Pandora is a go." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- October 8th, 7:55pm Undisclosed location. A single ECA officer sat down at his control station. He began adjusting the controls and readjusting himself. With his position ready, he sat back and waited. Various codenames began coming in over the radio, followed by the word "Primed". He sat forward and held the mic to his mouth. Beginning with his codename, he began to go on. "...Primed. Everyone, begin charge up sequence and prepare for stage 3." He put the radio back down. "Stage ******* 3..." The officer waited as the radio began again. It was now down to him. He took a small key that was held like a necklace around his neck and studied it. When the radio went silent, he picked it up again. "Everyone, on my count. Turning the keys in 3...2...1" He put the key in the slot and turned it, hearing a thunderous roar from outside his station. He sat back in his chair. "May our children forgive us." The radio was silent again. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- October 8th, 8:05pm Several miles north of ECA held France. The crew of a scout Pandur observed the Russian advance. The number of tanks and men heading to grant the ECA their final doom. They observed for several minutes. Waiting. The moment they were waiting for finally arrived. A bright flash erupted from the Russian formations, briefly turning it to day again. "Everyone, brace yourselves!" The commander of the Pandur shouted as the shockwave hit his vehicle, rocking it violently, but no more. He observed through the periscope and again looked towards the Russian formations. They had stopped. Completely, no sign of movement from any one of them. No sign of life. Picking up the radio to report, he didn't know what to feel at what just happened. "This is D..." He stopped. He put his hand up to his nose and looked at the blood that now covered it. Just then he noticed it happening to the rest of his crew. The sounds of their horrific dying screams could be heard by everyone in the control room for the next few minutes. President Jean and the rest of the staff in the romm would be haunted by their last legible words. "Too.....close..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Lore updated, please read Project: Pandora before posting.))

I'll be posting the first event. Then we'll go in the order you recommended.

Sure, though I'd like you to PM me them first just to check them over. But I've already got the first event planned, so I'll take that.

Does UNSC even artillery?

Pretty much anything in central Africa. But everyone, as I'm waiting for Edward to post the first story event, can you please edit the date of your posts to be October 8/9th. My fault for not mentioning anything, but I'll give a date limit from now on to try and keep the overall story consistent.

This is the RP thread for the Fall of Man. If you wish to join, please sign up and read the rules here: http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/33165-fall-of-man-ooc-thread-halorotr-crossover/ The lore is collected here: http://www.343industries.org/forum/topic/33485-fall-of-man-lore-thread/ Please bear in mind that the lore will be updated as the RP goes on. As the GM, I will be playing the role of command for all the factions. This will be done only as the story requires it however. I will also being done certain posts that affect the whole story and may have nothing to do in relation to a specific character. I will ask that everyone makes a post introducing their character and where they are, what they are doing and the like. When everyone has made at least one post, I'll post the first story update and let the action commence. Date limit is October 28th. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The bridge on the CCS Veiled Truth, time and date unknown "Give me a report, NOW!" Barked the gold clad elite to those on the controls around him. "Graivmetric distortions upon entry of the system!" "Shipmaster, the target planet is in range." "Any sign of Humans?" "None, as the Prophet predicted." "Good. Inform the Prophet of our arrival and prepare the scout teams." The gold clad elite stood up from his chair and made his way to a 3D hologram of the planet. He studied it intently as they moved ever closer. 24 red dots popped up on the display. "Shipmaster, high-energy detonations have been detected at these locations." "High energy detonations?" "I've diverted the scout teams to their location." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- October 8th, 7:52am ECA Defensive line in Southern France Sean still stared out into the horizon leaning on the side of his Leopard. The soft patter of rain was the only sound that could be heard, broken by the occasional sound of artillery in the distance. His new loader was peering off into the distance from the turret of the tank. His wristwatch beeped at 8am. He climbed aboard his tank, opened the driver's hatch and woke him up, then proceeded to climb into his position from the turret. "I can't stand this waiting LT." "None of us can. It's the worst wait of the whole bloody war." "How long until they're supposed to arrive?" "5 or 6 hours at the most." "Think we can beat them off sir?" Sean didn't respond. He opened up the hatch and began looking out to the left and right of his tank. Sandbags, turrets, tanks, MG positions, soldiers as far as the eye could see either side. Yet still their foe had cracked opened tougher positions. He again slid back down into the tank and closed the hatch. He looked at his gunner again. "We'll kill as many as we can." Looking through the periscope out into the distance, the flash of artillery strikes barely visible. "As many as we can." He said quietly to himself.

Change the armour and it's good. Something akin to what modern armies use. Ghille suits, flak jackets, anything like that. Also, visored helmets are only used by US Delta Force.

unfair plane. he kemp bush.

Name: Sean E. Murphy Sex: Male Age: 27 Faction: ECA Branch: 1st Panzerdivison Rank: Second Lieutenant Appearance: 6ft tall, short brown hair with a light beard. Scar running most of the length of his left arm. Armour appearance: Light tactical helmet with metal plates added on in field, wears a balaclava covering his head. Ceramic vest over standard ECA blue camo BDU. Equipment: Rangefinder, USP.45 pistol, G36c Rifle stored in his tank. Language(s): English, basic French and German. Role: Leopard 3 Commander Brief History: Living in Ireland until the end of the Global war on terror, John was always interested in tanks and armored warfare, taking a deep interest in the Subject. Going on to do courses in Military history, John always imagined himself getting a job as a lecturer at a university. However, the economic slump Europe was in made finding a job difficult, forcing John to go from place to place in search of work. With the rise of the ECA, John applied to join the armoured corps. Hoping to be assigned to a tank at first, he was somewhat annoyed when he was assigned to a Pandur AT IFV. Still, despite his disappointment, he handled the vehicle well during the GLA conflict. His chance finally came when he was re-assigned to command a Leopard 3. His chance to prove himself did not wait long and he soon found himself at the Germany/Poland border waiting for the frontlines to come to him. Since that day, he's been fighting the same retreating battle as the ECA, before finding himself at the Pyreneess, waiting for the last stand. With only his tank and the fresh conscripted crew assigned to him, he intends to make the Russian pay for every inch of ground.

Kenya is GLA territory...

Yes, the GLA has ties with every country in the sense everyone hates them to bits. But GLA cells are operating in every part of the world, from the US to China. They're not taking any action however, merely observing.

Alright, we'll take a vote on it. Everyone who wants the RP to start simply post "Start the RP" and I will.

No, GLA has no ties with Russia anymore. They're foes.

Nearly. And you'll see how they "surrender".

Banned for evading the ban the ban evader placed on you.

Banned for banning to counter the ban that you got for banning the banner.

Banned for banning the banner.

Banned for being the person to be banned.

So far we have: USA - 2 Russia - 1 ECA - 2 China - 1 GLA - 0(Oh what do you have against toxins anyways?) Covies - 1