Pre Black Mesa:RP, Stories of the marines

[the_rebel_medic]

All right, I was on a forum recently and had an idea, seeing as afterwards is so god damn succesful, why not make one of my own. Questing could be pretty simple, just missions set by our CO's and basicly this is how to set it out. But first a bit of info on marines for all you army non-knowing dipshits out there.

1. A vast majority of marines are NCOs above the rank of private
2. Apart from the seals and Spec Ops, they are the best
3. They use guns :sniper:

Now, it MUST be known that a working class field officer is NEVER above the rank of Lieutenant, well as far as I know, and there is only a single Commisioned Officer to a squad. This whole story apart from the quests is set at boot camp

Set out you registrations like this

Name: Eriq "Medico" Farrugia
Age: 26
Hometown: Brighton, Queensland, Australia
Position: Medic
Rank: Lieutenant
Bio: For a vast majority of his life, Medico knew that he wanted to do something in the medical field. However when he graduated from highschool with less then required marks in science he decided to join the army in America. After getting his citizenship he joined the army and became a medic. After four years of distinguished service he suprisingly became a commisioned officer. He now resides at the bootcamp as the Doctor for the lot of them as the Marine Corps is to cheap to supply real doctors.

and now for the first part of the story

12:04 PM

A medium sized green truck convoy pulls up into the marines camp. "Boot camp for these greenies" thinks Medico. In effect he was right, this was effectively square one for the new commers. Original bootcamp, pah, that was nothing, this would KICK THERE ASS. He closed the blinds and waited. time to run them all down for a physical, damn cheap MCHQ, can't even supply a bloody doctor to their camp. Oh well, here we go again.

Out runs a group of Rangers into the square, as the Sergent roll calls Medico starts the walk down to the Medical Building grabs a sticker marked with "Stage One, Physical Examination, Pass Through Here First". Medico begins to set up what he'll need. About two hundered of everything. "Bring em on" He mummbled

 

[Fooligan]

Name: Phillipe "Gunner" Grimm
Age: 42
Hometown: Sydney, NSW, Australia
Position: Machine-gunner
Rank: Sergent Major
Bio: Phillipe Grimm was a quiet young lad who was born into a troublesome houshold. The only escape Phillipe had from his anger-filled family was to go out into their rural NSW farm and fire his dad's old war m249 para. As he got older he knew machine-gunning was his destined path in life, so he joined the army at the age of 26.

Gunner stepped into the medical tent to inspect the new shipment of recruits that had just arrived and met a Medic who seemed very comfortable in his position. "Why do they get these young blokes in the most important positions?" He thought to himself, "But i might as well get friendly with the guy if he could be in control of whether I live or die out in the field."

Eriq "Medico" Farrugia had just finished the last of the physicals when Phillipe introduced himself. "G'day, Im Phillipe Grimm, but you can call me Gunner."

 

[Jintor]

It's amazing the amount of RPG threads that are joined by one-post newbies.

Although this one can spell.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

He only actually joined because I told him about this, thats all, I am in touch with him

 

[Ennui]

Name: Jimmy "Damned Hippie" Jones
Age: 21
Hometown: Haight Street, California
Position: Agitator
Rank: Longhaired Bohemian
Bio: Kicked out of college for protesting, the army immediately drafted Damned Hippie. He made a bid for Canada, but his long hair gave him away at the border and he was forced into military service. He frequently interrupted training, screaming "I WON'T LET THE MAN GET ME DOWN" and has a record 27 court martials for use of illegal drugs - he was sentenced to death by firing squad. However, he was transferred to this Marine unit due to a paperwork error instead of the firing squad grounds, and now you'll have to figure out what the **** to do with him.


Damned Hippie stood behind Gunner, who was conversing with Medico after physicals. He decided it'd be a good time for some good old sticking it to the man, and ripped his clothes off, screaming "F*CK YOU, FACIST MARINE PIGS!".

Gunner calmly fired a single high velocity pistol round that drilled a hole through Damned Hippie's right eye and killed him instantly.

Continue.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico revives Damned Hipie with CPR

Spoiler

Just Kidding lol

 

[Bob_Marley]

Name: Len "Kiwi" Sanderson
Age: 32
Hometown: Napeir, NZ.
Position: Heavy weapons specialist
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Bio: Anderson was born in NZ to a military family. His father served in Vietnam with the ANZACs. When he finished education he went to the US to join the US marines to examine the combat doctrines before returning home to become an officer in the army of New Zealand. However, he stayed so long that it became impossible for him to return to New Zealand with sufficient time to have a real career so he stayed with the marines. During his service he picked up a knack for the application of man portable heavy weapons.

Kiwi walked over to the two marines who were conversing. "All right? Len Sanderson's the name, but everyone calls me Kiwi. Glad to meet ya."

 

[the_rebel_medic]

"Hold up newbie, did I do your physical?" Medico asked. Kiwi responded with a "yes soldier you did, now back to work." Medico stared at him and said "Do you have any ****ing idea who the hell I am maggot?" Kiwi looked confused and goes "A medic, most often a corporal, point?" Medico looked pissed, he turned around showing his helmet and patches. "I am a ****ing lieutenant, one rank above you dip shit, your in MY squad, not the other way around, now, if you say your sorry and kiss my feet, we can get on the right foot." Kiwi apolgised and went to kiss Medico's feet as he kicked and laughed."I was joking dumbass, ah never mind, welcome to rosewood, firing range there, Major's office there, brig there, med tent here and barracks there, oh and mess hall there, now, have dinner and sack in, Major's got some hard shit for you tommorow, both of you MOVE"

The others moved off

 

[crackhead]

Name: Crackhead
Age: 25
Hometown: Woking,England
Position: rifleman
Rank: Corporal
Bio: Crackhead was born,on probation, in a toilet in 1969 and then again one year later. He earned his keep as a back alley abortionist in south london. after beeing serverly injured in a bear-knuckle fight with a polar bear he decided to join the army to get toughened up for the rematch.

Crackhead came stumbling out of a tent with his sleave rolled up. his belt tied round his arm and his morphine syrette stuck in his vein. naturally his trousers fell down as he didnt have anything supporting them. he stumbled, tripped over his trousers and fell flat on his face. he stuck his arm out and looked up at medico. "are you alright," he said with a rather confused look on his face. His face then drooped and flopped into the mud. "Crackhead?" said Medico propping him up. as crackhead slipped away into a dream of rainbows and pink lizards he gasped, "i think it was just a squirrel in a dress."

 

[Bob_Marley]

"Hold up newbie, did I do your physical?" Medico asked. Kiwi responded with a "yes soldier you did, now back to work." Medico stared at him and said "Do you have any ****ing idea who the hell I am maggot?" Kiwi looked confused and goes "A medic, most often a corporal, point?" Medico looked pissed, he turned around showing his helmet and patches. "I am a ****ing lieutenant, one rank above you dip shit, your in MY squad, not the other way around, now, if you say your sorry and kiss my feet, we can get on the right foot." Kiwi apolgised and went to kiss Medico's feet as he kicked and laughed."I was joking dumbass, ah never mind, welcome to rosewood, firing range there, Major's office there, brig there, med tent here and barracks there, oh and mess hall there, now, have dinner and sack in, Major's got some hard shit for you tommorow, both of you MOVE"

The others moved off

Kiwi replyed "Sir, I know this is your RPG and all but are we really supposed to control each other's characters? And why is there the still warm body of a hippe in an army uniform with a bullet hole where his right eye should be in here?". To which medico immedatly ran across the firing range while live fire mortar practice was going on.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

hehe, sorry, well, make this the last controling, owie, owie, owie, Medico caught shrapnell in his legs and called out CEASE FIRE, MEDIC and went to the med tent

 

[crackhead]

Crackhead awoke in a blurry daze. before he became fully concious a strange question popped into his head. why did rebel medic say i could control other peoples characters when in fact im not aloud. he sat upright in the bed and asked himself who rebel medic was. he then turned to face a naked eskimo that was sitting next to him. "caught any fish?," asked the eskimo as he adjusted his fishing rod. he was sitting on the floor holding a fishing rod. the hook was just sitting on the ground. there was no water anywhere to be seen in the camp and even the nearest river was quite a distance. "um no," replied Crackhead after a pause he followed it with "I dont think your suposed to be here." "why no," replied the eskimo "no i dont supose i am." they held each others glance for a moment untill the eskimo suddenly jerked and stood up clutching his fishing rod. "ive got something," he cryed out in delight. the hook had gotten caught on crackheads bed. "feels liek a big one," said the eskimo. "what regiment are you in?" asked crackhead. "well im not actualy in one," replied the eskimo. "you see the thing is. im not actually a naked eskimo atall. oh no, im in disguise you see. were doing a behind the scenes television show uncovering the racial discrimination against naked eskimos in millitary camps. "oh," said crackhead. The eskimo then went on to explain how the case had been brought up after a naked eskimo had been verbally abused for years in the military and had later been severly injured in some sort of sex accident. "oh damn it got away," cryed the eskimo after the fishing wire had snapped. "well im gona go and find a better spot, this one is shit," said the eskimo as he decended towards the crack of sunlight in the tent. "yeah um seeya," said crackhead. "yeah nice talking to you cakehead," said the eskimo's voice from beyond threshold of the tent.

 

[MTG_Maro]

Name: Dash Cam
Age:29
Hometown:Los Angelos, CA
Position:Stealth/Recon/Sniper
Rank:Staff Sergent
Bio:Born in the ghetto's of LA, Dash had to learn to be evasive and stealthy to avoid gangs looking to thrash sombody. He enlisted in the military when his parents were killed by a gang. He wants to avenge his parents death. He went under Black Ops training untill he declined to be in the Black Ops, " I prefer to be sniping in the action, gets my blood running".

Dash went into the medic tent looking for the Lieutenant. He salutes Medico and says," Sir! Im Staff Sergent Cam and I have been enlisted in your squad Sir!".

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico looked him up and down, "hmmm, well, better you then him" He said, indicating to a crazy crackhead in the med bunk, "But seeing as he's here with us as well, welcome to the squad, now, I got a little request for you, seeing as your quite a veteran, you should know not to salute your officer in the field, thats ok, where in camp at the moment" Now, were going down to the arty range later, want to come, all of you?" He looked around and continued "It's not compolsuary mind you, I just need to see who can guide it in, under heavy fire and all, if you want, see you there." He limped off out of the tent to the range.

 

[MTG_Maro]

Dash, eager to do something, headed strait for arty range and thought to himself "It feels great to actually do something again, it was very crappy waiting around for an enlistment".

 

[the_rebel_medic]

"Guten Tag Sergent" Medico said, "welcome to the range, if and while we wait for the others I want an artillary strike right there" he said indicating to a target down range. "Fire at will, sergent, and hope to hell your not my favorite, the others don't like that, OPEN FIRE"

Medico returned over to the gate and hoped that the others would come.

 

[MTG_Maro]

Booom!!! Crshhhhh!!!!wrrroooo!!!!

 

[Ned]

it lacked a bit of luster wouldn't you say?

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi strolled down to the arty range, saw Medico at the gate, saluted and shouted, over the noise from the guns "Heard we were supposed to meet up here for arty practice."

 

[the_rebel_medic]

"Yes soldier, welcome to the range, and for the last time, please don't salute, wait for the field, They'll pick me off in a moment, and yes, go on through." Medico pointed out the target and went to the gate where a little corporal came over and said to him "Sir, Major's orders, head on up, mission"

Medico walked up and recived the briefing.

"Soldier, Here's your assignment, I need you to check sector 13 and find a downed plane, we lost it about three hours ago and we had a couple of commisioned officers onboard." Screamed the major. "Yes sir" Replied Medico and he went to pull up his troops.

MISSION 1, DOWNED PLANE

Medico ran up to the arty range where he found Kiwi and Dash Cam. "Alright soldiers, mount up and head to the chopper, oh and Kiwi, NO F***ING SALUTING ME GOD DAMN IT, Now move out"

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi ran from the arty range to the armory and grabbed his PCV, M16A4 (if its got to be HL stlye then its an MP-5N), sidearm, a couple of grenades and some ammo.

He then legged it as fast a he could to the waiting osprey to meet up with the rest of his Squad.

Hopefully there would be some exitement on this op, Kiwi was tired of baby-sitting jobs.

 

[MTG_Maro]

Dash gathered his PCV,Camo,and Sniper Rifle (dont know what its called)and all the other equipment he needed and followed Kiwi.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico watched them jump in, afterwards he himself boarded the chopper and started briefing the soldiers

"All right ladies, this is the real deal, no shit here got it? Any way, a c-47 crashed yesterday over the ocean, not far from here. It contained a couple of NCOs and a doctor to take over my place, now if we find them, take a body count and check for survivors." The chopper was really legging it now, almost there. "Now if we find survivors, take the NCOs and leave the doctor, I'm kidding. We may come under fire so be ready"

Then the AA started and the chopper went down. Medico jumped out and hit the ground, steering his parachute masterfully, and he hit the ground, waiting for the others. He pulled out his Mp5 and kneeled down, waiting or the enemy.

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi guided his parachute and hit the ground rolling. He cut his 'chute off and dashed over to medico. He went prone, readied his M16 and prepared for the enemy force that would shurly come to investigate the parachutes.

He said to medico "Sh*t sir! someone really doesnt want us at that crash sight. did our intel give us an aproximate enemy strength?"

 

[MTG_Maro]

Dash hit the ground and followed. He went prone and was a few feet back, pulled out his sniper and said, " Im ready to pick'em off when you say sir".

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico ran it over in his head, there were two things wrong here,
1. The enemy wasn't firing yet
2. From what he saw the AA gun had only two people on board

Medico ran it over in his head. "Kiwi, I need you to get on the horn to HQ and ask what the hell those CO's knew, I NEED TO KNOW ASAP, Dash, I need you to scope out a little further up and tell me how many are on that gun, DO NOT FIRE, NOW MOVE OUT"

Medico thought of something, he yelled over to Kiwi "Put three rounds in that tree there, OPEN FIRE" and he layed two rounds into it himself

 

[MTG_Maro]

Sir, there are two men on the gun, what do you want me to do?

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi clicked his fire selector onto 3-round burst and pulled the trigger. the rounds struck the tree in a tight group.

Then he redied the squad radio and set it to the correct frequnecy.

" come in, this is, 2nd leuitenant Sanderson, alpha squad, base, please come in. Our helo is down and we need information about the enemy in the area, any information."

Kiwi continued, hoping to get a reply.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico called out to dash "Grab your pair of HVGs and check for other bodies, Kiwi, Hows that call going?"

Medico knew something was up with that tree, no sooner then the three bullets hit then An unidentified soldier slid down the trunk armed with an SVD. He called to Dash, "TAKE HIM DOWN" and swung around to see three more men with AK-74 Assult Rifles coming towords them.

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi was getting no where with his call to command. he heard Medico's yell and knew somthing was wrong. he redied his rifle and ran over to Medico. he saw the hostiles and immedeatly hit the ground. "Sir, request permission to open fire." and, after thinking for a moment he added "Shouldn't we have an indepenedet GM to decide if our actions are sucessful or not?"

 

[HighTech_RedNeck]

((Hey, I was wondering if I could join as soon as you finished the mission because I don't just want to pop up on the battlefield. Yes, I know I'm a newbie but I've roleplayed online before...

Name: Max Payne
Age: 29
Hometown: San Diego, California
Position: Combat, Demolition, and Technical Specialist
Rank: Master Sergeant
Bio: When his mother died when he was born, he was raised in foster care until he was thirteen. When he was growing up he became very proficient with computers and machines. After being arrested and expelled from school for hacking and getting in a fist fight with his geography teacher, he ran away to LA. Deciding that the military would feed, give him a bed, and train him in exchange for letting him shoot and blow stuff up was a great deal he signed up. He distinguished himself in basic training and was promoted and given advanced training. He learned quickly how to set up an explosive charge correctly, how to break key codes, and hand to hand combat. He was transfered to the navy SEALs but found out that he didn't find fighting poorly armed terrorists very challenging and requested to be transfered back to the marines.

Sorry if the bio is to long.))

 

[the_rebel_medic]

(hightech_redneck, welcome, see you at camp , Bob_marley, sure good idea, your call )

Medico yelled to Kiwi "Be careful son, inbound bogies on your three" He swung around to assist him, raining death with his MP-5
He then began to use his own radio to try to contact Dash "come in dash, do you copy dash?" static, he tried again "come in dash level 2 code yellow, do you copy!?" a bullet zinged over his head and he pulled the trigger, missing entirely. Another bullet flew and hit him in his radio! "S#IT!!" He exclaimed

 

[Bob_Marley]

"Sir, are you OK?"

Kiwi aimed his rifle down onto the approching hostiles, firing with short, accurate, bursts. He pulled a smoke grenade from his webbing, pulled the pin and tossed it toward the enemy.

He began speaking into his radio "Dash, come in, We're takin' alot of heat down here. Medico is hit, I cant tell how bad and I've got hostiles approching my position. I need some help down here NOW! Over."

With that he raised his rifle and prepared for the enemy to emerge through the smoke.

 

[MTG_Maro]

"Sir, he is down. SIR!. Damnit!" Dash heard bullet fire and was about to head over to Medico when he became under fire himself. "S**T how many of them?, ugh no matter!" He readied his Sniper and began to return fire.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico pulled his bullet remover out of his Medkit and extracted the bullet. "AAARRRRGGGHHHH" He screamed and yelled "Kiwi, BANDAGE ME ASAP!" He then pulled out his Sig Sauer sidearm and began popping off rounds with that, missing 80% of the time. "Shit" he thought, "Where the hell is dash when you need him?"

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi pulled a bandage out of medico's medkit and wound it around the wound and fastened it.

"You gunna be OK till we get back to base sir?" he asked.

he crawled over to where Medico's MP-5 had fallen and passed it back to him and then retuned to his position, weapon redied.

Then he wondered "why the hell havent they advanced?"

 

[MTG_Maro]

Dash, crawling with an akward limp,"Sir, im here sorry it took so long, UGHN!", Dash shot a few rounds taking 3 enemies down." YA YOU LIKE THAT?!!!!". "Why arent they advancing, DAMNIT, almost hit me". He kept returning his fire, hopeful.

 

[the_rebel_medic]

Medico analysed the situation. Why, why were they acting like this? And then it hit him. "SOLDIERS, there not advancing for one reason, THERE DEFENDING, NOT ATTACKING" He loosed a few rounds. "Thats why there not advancing, if we can push them back to the woods, we can have a game of hide and seek, DASH, don the yowie suit" He loosed some more rounds off and advance up under cover.

 

[Bob_Marley]

Kiwi Loaded a C-mag into his M-16. He ran low over to another piece of cover and opened up.

"Semper Fi! Do or Die! Gung Ho! Gung Ho! Gung Ho!" he yelled as he rained 5.56 NATO death down onto the enemy, hoping to give the other two some room to manuver and drive the enemy back.

"Go! I got you covered! Lets show these sorry sons of b*tches how the marines do it!" he shouted to the others.

Then a round from a dragunov hit his chest, and he was knocked backwards. "i'm good, PCV took the hit, might not be so lucky next time though." he managed to whease out, whilst the shot hadent done so much damage it had definitly winded him.

 

[MTG_Maro]

Dash then used the chance to scamper up a hill, ducking between cover till he hit the top."I've got a better vantage point, let them just try to survive!". Dash, hiding behind a rock prone, fired sniper rounds down at the enemy.