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« on: May 03, 2012, 10:06:00 PM »
// First time ever getting posts similar to reviews on a piece of literature I've written :') Love you guys. And I'll take the time to write an auth app later. If there's mixed views on the subject, then I'm going to try to appease both views on the topic. In the meantime I will continue my daily training as per usual for 999. UNIT: 999 DIVISION: JURY CLEARANCE: 05 Enter Password: ************ ACCESS GRANTED Connecting to Network Connecting... Connecting... Connecting... CONNECTION ESTABLISHED New Log Opened: <::|| Well... I'm writing this latest log entry from the medbay. This all seems so... Fucked up. First of all - After receiving the last training required of an 05 to be eligible for promotion, I met a conscript in the detainment block. 208 happened upon me and explained everything about why there was a moldish colored alien in detainment. He was nice. He seemed scared of me, but nice. Now this second vortigaunt - Something seemed just plain... Off, about her, from the very beginning. She didn't seem to fond of me, or the other units. I tried my best to ignore that though and be friendly to her and I come in from patrolling and she's literally bashing 036's head in with a metal ball. He's then lying half-conscious on the floor, the vort didn't even seem to care that I had my pistol pointed at her, because she threw that damn ball and fractured one of my ribs. 036 kept trying to fight it, and the vort broke both of his legs, slashed him open badly. I retrieved my pistol from the floor from where I'd dropped it and she disarmed me yet again, and slashed 036's face open, and dragged me through the nexus, using my biosignal to automatically open the doors before she just ran off, leaving me coughing and trying to breath with my busted rib. Overall - Pretty embarrassing. Before she disarmed me though I managed to take a shot and skim the side of her knee with a bullet... I don't know if it slowed her down any though. I was in the medbay though and made a joke about sitting in a bed in the 'shame corner' because I got the shit kicked out of me by a conscript, but he laughed it off and said that no 05 should have to stop a vortigaunt... Still not convinced though. If I would have been aiming straighter, maybe put in a little bit more practice this morning at the range, I could have disabled the conscript and it would have never escaped.. What was that 050 said about shooting the 647E? If I shot him and he died, it wasn't my fault, but If I didn't shoot him and he hurt another unit, it was my fault. Same applies here, doesn't it? It's my fault that 036 nearly got killed, because I failed to disable or kill that vortigaunt. 05 or not... It was my duty, and responsibility to bring her down. I should have shot her the moment I came into the room and saw her beating 036, but I didn't. I hesitated and tried to reason with her, and nearly got both me and 036 killed... I'm going to rest now... The SHIELD Units tell me that they'll do a checkup tommorrow and make sure the fracture is mending properly, and if it is, I'll be allowed to resume normal duties... I don't think it'd be smart to jump into vigorous hand to hand training tomorrow though.. I'll skip that one, and just do firearms training. Not sure how to end this log. Also almost got my head blown off by an OTA unit for just asking her if she wanted coffee. I guess she really didn't want any coffee. Annndd apparently 270 doesn't like me either. Well, actually I think she's rough on me because she's an Officer and all - she seemed nice enough to not even be mad at me for patrolling without verdicts, and restocked mine for me so that I could do my duties and not have to worry about it. I don't know if I could call her my friend. I mean, I want to call her my friend, but I don't think she'd enjoy that very much. Going to go back to bed. Maybe ask a VICE Unit if he can come in here and show me how to disassemble my pistol so that I can clean it, since I have nothing better to do.||::> Saving File As: UNIT 999 LOGFILE 10Saving File... Saving File... Saving File... File SavedDisconnecting 999 Console Shut Down. CONNECTION LOST
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« on: May 03, 2012, 02:05:25 PM »
// A watermelon sized target at 20 yards (About the maximum range the firing range has to offer) is not hard at all to hit in real life, ESPECIALLY considering every morning my unit practices for just about half - a full hour of shooting targets in the range. This unit probably spends more time practicing than any other 05 does - and an admin can check the logs and verify that for you if you really doubt it. 20 yards is easily done - especially with a small caliber competition shooting handgun like the USP Match chambered in 9mm. Considering those two factors: The amount of time he spends training, and the distance of the targets (Again, child's play, daily practice for half an hour to an hour for two weeks is actually enough to get pretty damn decent with any firearm at that range), I would say it's not overkill at all. An 02 or an 01 should be able to do nearly double that distance with his sidearm if he practices as often as this unit does.
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« on: May 03, 2012, 04:58:58 AM »
UNIT: 999 DIVISION: JURY CLEARANCE: 05 Enter Password: ************ ACCESS GRANTED Connecting to Network Connecting... Connecting... Connecting... CONNECTION ESTABLISHED New Log Opened: <::|| I got some good advice from 050, he's actually an officer of VICE now... He explained things to me that on both accounts, I did the right thing... It wasn't my fault, that I had to shoot that 647E, he'd almost broken another unit's arm, someone needed to nuetralize him and I did the right thing by pulling the trigger. But it WOULD have been my fault, should the 647E have seriously injured the unit, because I had the power to stop him. If I didn't use that power right then and there like I did, it would be my fault that my fellow unit was hurt... And he explained that it wasn't my fault that I had to execute that man.. Even if he did seem helpless, because he chose to go against the union, and he chose to affiliate himself with that group of anti-civil activists. That wasn't my fault. But what if I didn't amputate him? He could've gotten loose on the population, stabbed someone, hurt them, because I was too weak to remove him from society. 050's words have helped a lot... His logic makes sense to me, but I still don't think it's going to be easy for me... But at least now I know that it truly is my duty as a CCA Unit. No one else will deal with those kinds of people, so it's our job to do just that. On to happier news, I seem to be making a lot of friends in High Command. Which is definantly cool. I mean, they don't yell at me, they help me out, and they seem to care about me. Life seems good right now. I mean, I know 050 at least is my friend. I get to hang out with him every morning and show him up at shooting targets, haha. He thought it was crazy that I practice marksmanship and hand to hand every morning when I told him about it. I guess other units don't take that much time to practice their combat arts? I dunno.. Anyways, I asked him yesterday if he could help me with a project I'd like to do, and he said he'd help me out. I got to go into the Mechanical Operations Center to work on my pistol, which, I have a feeling is going to stay my favorite weapon, even when I get my own MP7. I used a dremel rotary tool to make an engraving in my pistol slide: My digits, 999, except in a circle, kind of like a playoff of the number of the beast, 666. I know, corny, corny, haha 999's a goofball. Still, it looked pretty cool after I painted in the engraving with red paint. Looked pretty damn badass. 050 asked me if I was planning on joining VICE.. I told him that I was actually planning on staying in JURY, and he seemed genuinely disappointed. He talked things over with me, and told me that if I joined VICE I could receive all the same training that a JURY unit would if I find a friendly 01 or an OfC. I think that sounds really nice. I mean, I think I'm friends with 211, an officer of JURY. She laughs at some of my jokes at least, and she doesn't seem to care that I talk to her like a friend. Hell, I even asked her if she wanted to take her lunch break with me, haha. I was sure that'd get me at least a blackmark, but y'know, it didn't. I think I can call her my friend and she wouldn't mind. So that's two Officers I know now. I think I'll join VICE, so that I can do the mechanical side of things that I love to do, AND still protect the people of the City by getting the same training JURY teaches. It's the best of both worlds. I also asked 887 to give me pistol marksmanship training, and he set up the targets, first at medium range. It didn't look hard at all to me, and it wasn't. I guess I'm a whole lot better than I thought. Practicing often seems to be really beneficial, because He set up the targets, in different staggered formations with the red ones being targets and the green ones being penalties. He said that I had 10 seconds to shoot all of the targets, and I had to get at least an 80%, and each penalty target I shot would bring my score down by 5%. I actually brought down all of the targets in under 5 seconds and didn't hit a single penalty. He moved the targets farther down range and in a new formation: Same result. It was easy, actually. The pistol is probably the easiest weapon to control and fire quickly and accurately with in the CCA's arsenal. He just turned to me, stared at me for a few seconds, before saying "No training required." And just walking out of the firing range, like he was mad at me for being good at shooting things, haha. No compliments, just that stare he gave me like "What the hell are you doing wasting my time?" It was a pretty good day, haha.||::> Saving File As: UNIT 999 LOGFILE 09Saving File... Saving File... Saving File... File SavedDisconnecting 999 Console Shut Down. CONNECTION LOST
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« on: May 03, 2012, 04:30:45 AM »
He wasn't asking for assistance. He was sharing a memorable dream that he's had in the past.
Anyways, count yourselves as lucky - I never seem to dream very much, but when I do it's usually pretty strange. I actually just woke up from a prime example of this, so I'll share:
Alright, from the whole feeling of the dream I feel like it's a RTS game like Dawn of War, or Company of Heroes, Empire Earth, ect, and I'm actually just a small pawn in it all. It seems to be some sort of odd steampunk renaissance era, and I'm some sort of assassin on this battle ground that has literally no grass growing in it: Just deep, dark brown dirt, piled in hill and roads, and there are trenches all over the place, and explosions hitting the dirt randomly every few seconds. I've got this sort of sawn off shotgun in my hand that's way ahead of the time period, being breech loaded and double barreled, with golden embroidery on the barrels and other metalwork on the weapon. It seems I was wearing dark leather armor with black steel plates with the same golden embroidery as well, with a black cloak, so I'm only going to guess that I was some sort of elite unit in whatever army I was fighting for, because it was most definantly an Army. I felt like I was being guided in towards some where - I had three or four men around me that sort of seemed to carry the same role that I was - Only they were without armor, and dressed poorly, in rags, along with a much more rudimentary version of my shotgun.
From the start of what I can remember about this dream, me and these men were charging up a curved dirt road that was uphill; embankments of this reddish brown dirt were on either side until we got up the hill that lead to a small pier at a large lake that was in the middle of the battleground. I remember scanning around the area with my shotgun at the shoulder - Oddly enough me and the other troops around me didn't communicate to each other at all. There was no: There's a guy over here, or, nervous chatter, or area cleared being called out. Just speechless silence as we all headed for the same objective. There was no one around the pier, only cat tails swaying from the wind of the explosions. There was a small rickety row boat with a lantern hanging over the bow. I remember climbing into it, at the front while two men behind me rowed, and the one at the back covered our rear. I remember picking up the lantern and dropping it into the water, killing the guttering flame as we departed, across the lake. I can almost imagine a minimap at this point, that I was in fact, headed north east, for what I did not know at the time; but I seemed to react to everything that came in my way like an invisible hand was guiding me. I was truly not reacting to anything, nor controlling myself, but rather sitting onward and watching my actions as if I were being played out by someone else.
We ran aground soon, and I immediately sprinted off into the dirt road, which now seemed to lead into an opening of a trench of sorts, the explosions and battle were fierce here. I could see the brunt of our assault coming at the other end of the trench. I seemed to be a part of a flanking party, as none of the enemy noticed my presence. I looked down to see some sort of messanger - My mind in after thought makes me actually want to call him a radioman. A WWII style radioman, with a black pouch on his back, and a map on his knees. He still hadn't noticed me as I climbed onto the dirt embankment behind him, outside the trench, crouching over him. I fired once and peculiarly missed my target entirely with both barrels. He looked up at me and I recognized him as one of my friends from high school. He laughed, as one would taunting someone who missed an easy shot in a video game before I unsheathed a curved blade from my belt and stabbed it into the carotid artery on the side of his throat, working the blade deeper, the resistance I remember feeling now to my mind is sickening, the membranes of flesh parting and stretching before being torn by my efforts. But in the dream, I didn't feel a single emotion as I pulled the blade from his throat, leaving him limp and dead. I leaped across the trench, to the other embankment seemingly behind the enemy commander.
I could tell, even from behind that it was my father. My left hand reached out, pulling his hair back as I jammed the still bloody blade into his throat, he grunted in pain, I felt no emotion as I pulled the blade back out and slammed it in again, this time fatally wounding him as I slashed through both arteries. And that's where the dream ends.
Looking back on it, everything seemed like I was inside a video game, but with real people acting as the pawns. I guess I just played too much Assassin's Creed last night, haha.
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« on: May 01, 2012, 04:08:49 AM »
UNIT: 999 DIVISION: JURY CLEARANCE: 05 Enter Password: ************ ACCESS GRANTED Connecting to Network Connecting... Connecting... Connecting... CONNECTION ESTABLISHED New Log Opened: <::|| I shot man today, and sentenced another to death... Never before have I asked myself: How does it feel to kill a man? But now I know. I know the feeling when they're sobbing, helpless at your mercy. I was too weak to even let him finish his last words.. I couldn't listen to him cry anymore... Maybe I could've gotten over shooting the 10-107 - he'd been assaulting a unit and almost broke his arm.. As soon as they broke away I put a round through his abdomen... I don't know what happened to him after they took him into detainment... I'm only guessing he bled to death.. Died at my hands, a slow and painful death... The second one was supposedly a 10-103M... He didn't beg for his life when he was strapped into the chair He was scared, helpless even.. He begged us to tell his brother that he was a failure... I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. 124 says it's part of the job - and that I have to get used to it... But how does one get used to... That?||::> Saving File As: UNIT 999 LOGFILE 08Saving File... Saving File... Saving File... File SavedDisconnecting 999 Console Shut Down. CONNECTION LOST
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« on: April 30, 2012, 07:46:29 PM »
I think it'd be better if a fuckload of rats with diseases started pouring out everywhere.
Agreed. Diseased rats sounds fun. Specially for the units.
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« on: April 30, 2012, 07:44:40 PM »
Aww - thanks bud. I knew I could depend upon you :p
Would have had a hell of a time doing it - We had about 8 or so armed units on crowd control.
XD Nothing against you. If my best friend was being killed I'd aim to kill the highest ranking officer there at the time. Take a human shield and start shooting from over their shoulder. Sure, that guy is definantly going to die, and so would you, but you might buy yourself enough time to kill your target for VENGEANCE.
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« on: April 30, 2012, 11:22:17 AM »
Did the event yesterday - Bromine made a fake rebel for the event. The 01s participating were 357 (Riemer) and 717 (Lance Briggs).
I pulled the lever.
And using an actual webul would be nice, get his webul buddies to come out of D6 for once.
Considering it's against the rules for rebels to actually be rebels in D1 (They're not even allowed to use their firearms) that probably won't ever happen. There shouldn't really be a rule like that, considering if I was a rebel and had a gun and my best friend was being hung, I would have shot at least Globey from the crowd.
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« on: April 30, 2012, 06:08:45 AM »
UNIT: 999 DIVISION: JURY CLEARANCE: 05 Enter Password: ************ ACCESS GRANTED Connecting to Network Connecting... Connecting... Connecting... CONNECTION ESTABLISHED New Log Opened: <::|| Well... I've made a pretty big decision, but more about that later. I got training with the MP7A1 yesterday, and I kicked tons of ass, with it as well. If I'd been shooting at a rebel at least, he'd of been one dead bastard. Also, I guess I'm a bad student because when we moved to the longer range, I was supposed to miss the target more. I didn't, hahaha! He had to make a seperate target all the way at the back wall of the range just to try and convince me that the weapon's bullet spread at longer ranges would be a problem for me. First magazine: I hit the target three times, but that was because he made me use 4 round bursts and that range. Who does that? Afterwards before I deposited the weapon I flipped it on SEMI and bumped the trigger to get a decent fire rate but maintain accuracy and that target looked like swiss-fucking-cheese. I never felt better or more proud in my life! Still, I think I'm better with my sidearm, considering I can put 5 rounds through a 2 inch hole in a target's forehead at that range. Practice has definantly made perfect for me... Which sort of leads to my big decision. I've decided not to join VICE when I reach 03, but to stay in JURY... It's a huge career change for me.. And it's sort of scary, but I'm beginning to realize that my talents lie elsewhere of where I've studied my entire life. Sure, I have a brilliant mind, but that mind might be even better put to use for strategy, and leadership in combat and unsociostable situations. Not to mention I'm getting better and better at my job with each day that passes, I mean, I haven't gotten anyone to spar with me yet but I've practiced hand to hand every morning before practicing marksman ship with my pistol, and I see better and better results every time I inspect my target. JURY is the right choice for me. This I know now, and I've got to work extra hard on improving my skills to make everyone else knows it.||::> Saving File As: UNIT 999 LOGFILE 07Saving File... Saving File... Saving File... File SavedDisconnecting 999 Console Shut Down. CONNECTION LOST
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« on: April 30, 2012, 05:32:32 AM »
If you'd actually read my posts in this VERY SAME THREAD You'd see that 999 is a normal person, and also if you would read the same post you're actually responding to you'd realize I wasn't attacking Statua, I was telling him to disregard that idiotic thread to roleplay his character however he wanted to roleplay it as. So don't lecture me about how 999 should act when you've never even seen me roleplaying him on the server. He's even fucking talked other units into into giving someone a level 2 sentence instead of a level 1. Every time you assume something about my character you're literally being an ass, as you clearly know nothing about him.
Don't get all E-thug on me, it's tasteless and just makes me disappointed in the state of your mind and personality.
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« on: April 29, 2012, 05:25:12 PM »
Stop reading half posts guys. Seriously. I also said i think the threat that tells you how to act should be changed. Just cause 261 is an 01 doesnt mean i have to rp him as a mindless robot. But thats what the thread says...
There's a simple answer for this: Fuck the thread. Every roleplayer has a right to roleplay his or her character the way they'd like to. No thread is going to tell ME how my unit should act, because the thread was not written about Unit 999, nor will it ever BE about 999.
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« on: April 28, 2012, 03:19:54 PM »
Opinion:Noun:Def: A view, judgment, or appraisal formed in the mind about a particular matter..
Just because he's emotionless and calculating about it doesn't mean his decision isn't based off of an opinion - it is. But it's an opinion that's detached from empathy and is just based on cold hard numbers. Meaning his opinion is that if he can sacrifice 1 civilian here, to save 5 units there, he'd do it without hesitation.
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« on: April 28, 2012, 03:03:41 PM »
were they have no opinions on anything nor do they have feelings... They just do it. I really suggest you do not go around and do the stupid shit.
I agree I shriveled in disgust when he called another unit "bro", but ALL UNITS, ESPECIALLY DvL's would have their ability to think intact. How the hell do you lead a whole division without having an opinion on anything?
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« on: April 28, 2012, 02:57:30 PM »
Maybe VICE - with the new garage coming with the map could start doing Armored patrols with an APC occasionally. And I think that IF patrolling is removed from their standard directives there should be NOTHING that prevents them from going outside the nexus anyways. They just don't have to patrol. They can wander around, go to a CWU shop, ect if they don't have anything to do in the Nexus. In other words, they can go outside and have fun, but they don't have a responsibility to keep shit in order, when they're outside, they're on pleasure, not business. That being said if they see a rebel running around with a gun, err, yeah they still have to do something about it, lmao.
Same with SHIELD.
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« on: April 28, 2012, 10:22:52 AM »
Uhh... Wat? I remember chasing Renea into the trainstation because she was tagged as a BOL by a scanner, orrr? The hell is goin' on here. Also - KMP auth'd the public execution in an event suggestion. He's a CmD, so it had more than enough weight behind authorization.
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