Lykos

-Sgt. Major 'T. Adler', Delta Force- /Hanging the f*ck on/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxJ-lbW-udk An alarming beep in his headset, a red light blinking on his wrist computer... Fire in the skies. He hears his friend speaking on the radio, but cannot answer, his attention held by what was happening. Adler jerked his head upwards, watching as one of Humanity's greatest triumphs of technology and strength floods his vision. It was burning, decimated. He and his squad merely blink as they hold their seats tightly, watching the show in front of them. The ship smashes into a skyscraper, taking a portion of the top clean off and showering anything below that in debris. It just so happened that both helicopters were in the splash zone. The building was poised to crash into them. Adler yells into his mic "EVASIVE MANEUVERS! The tower's coming down! Spearhead two, MOVE!" His yelling would help no one. A piece of the building skewered into his friend's chopper, swatting it out of the sky like a bug. His worry for his comrades was pushed aside, now focusing on his own situation. Before he could tell his pilot about the downed chopper, before he could hunker down and pray to a deity he didn't believe in, a sharp slam went through the chopper, sending it reeling. A piece of the building had taken out the tail of the helicopter, the anti-torque rotor with it, sending the beast into a death spin. Some yelled, some growled, and some stayed silent. Adler and the crew chief were the only ones not to make any noise. They knew that bailing would do no good, so they held on. Adler kept his eyes open, watching each moment as they crawled by. First he was looking at the sky, then he was looking at a rapidly-approaching city street. Citizens included. There was a jerk and his vision become blurry... And he had found himself sprawled out on the floor. Not of the helicopter, it seemed. He remained conscious through the crash, but he did not know where he was. That was before regaining some of his sight and seeing that he had been thrown out of the helicopter by the impact, where skidded fifty feet away. The helicopter was a mangled wreck, and it was bathed in red. Fire and blood. Adler went limp for a few minutes, his mind trying to catch up with what had just happened. It all came back quite quickly when he felt hands near his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Through his helmet's optics, he saw that he had been dragged and propped up against a wall, and there was a man in a torn up hoodie trying to pry his weapon out of his hands. Adler responded by quickly lunging up and punching the man in the face, putting him on the ground instantly. He jumped to his feet and brought the weapon to bear, but then disengaging and turning his eyes to the helicopter after realizing that the man was unconscious. He stumbled over to the helicopter, searching for survivors. The helicopter had taken a grisly path, skidding along the street as it crashed. If the fine paste of red was to believed, a few civilians did not exactly dodge the wreck. He pried open the twisted metal, hoping to see anyone alive. He checks his wrist computer to see if anyone's vitals were still going, but he finds the thing's screen shattered. It could survive a gunshot, but not this, apparently. Grunting in frustration, he continues his search, but to no avail. There was nothing alive in here. He looks around to see a few civilians still sticking around, more shellshocked than he was... But right now, they were not of his concern. He brings his arm up to the side of his helmet, activating his radio. "Viking one actual, Viking two actual, message, over." ... He tries again. "Viking one, this is Viking two, We've been downed, I'm the only one left, respond!" ... "Tanner?" ... Adler's radio had taken a little abuse, but seemed to be working for the time being... Though long range frequencies did not seem to transmit. "Sh*t." Adler looked at himself, checking his gear. Both he and his gear were mostly intact. The armor had done its job, and all he escaped with was ringing ears, dizziness, and a couple of broken ribs. The pouches on his stomach and chest had been torn away from him, grinded against the asphalt and the armor plating under them. The armor itself had held up, directing the force from the impact away from his body. Apart from a nasty looking skid mark, it was together. He still had his weapons, and still had his ruck. He turned and started jogging towards where he had saw the other helicopter get swatted down before stopping and giving one last look to the helicopter he had crashed with. He gives a salute to the wreckage and those still inside, then departs, knowing that he would not find more at the next wreckage. All around him, the city made its suffering known. Screams and yells from the distance, massive explosions in the sky, the massive reports of the MAC cannons, as well as the occasional report of small arms fire. This was a war zone... Perhaps all of Earth would be, now. Adler shook his head and keeps moving, hugging the sides of buildings to keep out of the path of more debris, as well as potential attackers from the streets... As well as the skies. --List of gear--

-SGT Major 'T. Adler', Delta Force- /En Rout to Yankee Stadium via Transport Helicopter/ --- It was quite exciting, really. Flying in a military helicopter over New York City. He was more used to ruins and soon-to-be ruins. Perhaps this place would soon become the latter. It has been a long time since he's seen such a city. Adler snaps himself out of his musings, instinctively gripping his GMG-94 light machine gun. Adler checks his wrist-computer, scrolling through it with an armored finger. Reports show that the civilians had not taken the evacuation order too well, some rioting and looting. Worse yet, the police had lost their cool, engaging the rioters with lethal weaponry... Typical. This mess was just getting dirtier with each new report. The sides of the helicopter opened, showing a rare sight indeed. The streets were packed with people, cars, and in some streets, fires and the flash of gunfire. The Crewchief motioned for the passengers to ready up, letting everyone know that they would soon reach their destination. Adler checked his weapons, checked his mags, and rechecked his armor. It was heavy and hard to run around in, but it could soak up punishment. The armor he was wearing now was pristine, right out of a shipping crate, but a suit just like it had served him through several conflicts and operations without fail.. He had already added a little bit of personalization here and there, A couple decals and an etching of tally marks on his neck guard numbering up to fifty-six. Along with his already heavy gear, Adler also lugged around a small ruck containing rations, just like the others in his squad. ((already cleared with whitewolf. This is part of the story. EDIT: Armor has been changed by Whitewolf's decision. Too futuristic.))

will post later tonight, still at work

I'll get into this tomorrow. 4am now. Tired.

Finally a character-based forum rp... I can only hope that this gets noticed. You may want to put out some statuses tomorrow to increase the chances of people taking a look over this... I'll help. For timelines, any would make an entertaining rp. however, each has one or two details that could be small problems. If anyone wanted to be a Sith during the Clonewars/Rebellion eras, it wouldn't be canon. Buuut that is easily circumvented if we're going into our little own reality of canon that has sprinklings of non-canon, which is fun. Actually, It's 2am and I'm exhausted, and in no condition to render advice or put together coherent sentences. Sleep time. Count me interested.

If you water the lawn on Tuesday, why am I afraid of snails?

I don't know what this is. Shall observe.

Including myself, it seems a lot of people didn't even know that FoU 2.0 even happened... I only caught wind right after it died. Am excite for resurrection. Errybody advertise, we need rpers... A dream team of rpers. -80's inspirational music montage-

In like squid tentacle.

Well, if we're to restart it, we need more than 5 players... And for everyone to be dedicated to posting when they can, which while sounding really crappy and such, would stop a spiral of inactivity.

OOC- I am using my character Ral'Marasai. The same character from the last universes rp. Why? Because he's an awesome character that I love to rp with. eheghegheghehg. Application-- Originating universe: Halo Name: Ral'Marasai Age: 79 (Still in his prime) Height: 8'1" Appearance: Race: Sangheili Gear: -Covenant Sangheili Combat Harness (Special Forces-black) (Ultra) (Reach-era) -2x type-1 energy swords -1x Needle Rifle -2x Plasma grenade -4 days food/water rations Short Bio: Marasai had fought the Humans before on many occasions. Various colony worlds, including a world housing a military academy for their young... But this was a Hub world. The humans called it Reach. Seeking to attack the world only for a killcount, Marasai requested to fight the Humans not among the ranks of the Zealots, who fought only to find relics, but on the front lines, and was granted a position in the fight as an Ultra, putting him in charge of a unit. The battle went well, with the Humans faltering under their strength. They fought admirably, but in the end, their courage fell to the Sangheili's fury. Marasai lead his unit through the Human defenses, pushing them back until they were forced off of the planet. Where are they currently?: Marasai is currently fighting a lone-surviving Spartan III in a dust-choked wasteland along with several other Sangheili. ((sorry if this ain't my usual quality, it's just that one can only write a fresh backstory for a recurring character so many times.

I personally think Deco's stable rp is f*cking great. And it is just that- RP. Rp, where some players could have, and have indeed treated the situation as an ooc situation. I also personally believe that if someone wants to take the idea of making a horse stable and makes a huge farce out of it, with minimal or lackluster rp, including the rp behind how one spontaneously buys, builds, and maintains a stable, it's their own damned problem... And that it should be treated as just that- a problem. In my mind, this is just like having someone be a master warrior. You do not spontaneously become a master warrior. It takes a lot of rp leading up to the title, as well as a lot of rp to maintain it. And if you're bad at it and don't know how to act like one, it'll turn out that a lot of people around you will be pretty damn upset. And yeah, anyone CAN be a master warrior, but should everyone and their mother be one? History has taught me that that situation can get everyone involved, and even people who aren't, really, REALLY pissed off. It's nearly 6am and I havnt slept yet... So... Potato.