oh my god if it weren't for this showing up on the forum game recent topic would've never remade this, and i really liked it too. So...hope i get some new players but if hyper and sirnoobs come back they can copy their latest sheets
it is the year 2280 earth made contact with many different alien species making the desolate space of past into a habitat crawling with different species but all is not well, many different wars were caused by the Xenophobia of earth in their past before they went out themselves to find people you will command a small fireteam to begin but maybe you can advance to command a whole army
Races:
Midors: tall, red aliens with long faces and slender bodies, they are super smart but weak. they have advanced armor technology far but not melee technology which is average (an important part of these wars), their guns are up to snuff but not special (laser weapons with varying levels of power) they live to be 240
they are at war with the humans and help the Fandors
Fandors: almost a brother race to the Midors, they are hooman sized with very broad shoulders and a pig like face, their skin color varies from green, to dark grey. Their melee weapons have incredible strength, their guns are also up to snuff, but their armor can be compared to those of the human barbarian of the past they live to be 160 they are at war with the hoomen and help the Midors
Helghast: they have a completely pale white complexion and are much slimmer then hoomen this is a slave race, under the grateful control of the Humans who they shall die for. Everything about them is average. they usually live to be 40
Humans (Hoomen):the race living on the big blue marble. Their Weapons are much more advanced, but melee is non existent, and have average armor. They live to be 80/90
Malkians: mercenaries, fight for any side that pays they are foot taller than the average human, purple, with long tails their weapons are primitive and they have no melee weapons but they have the most advanced armor
Classes:the list goes with weps and armor primitive/average/advanced depending on the race
Light melee:none/dual laser sabers/plasma Khopesh (sickle sword) with small plasma wrist shield,Superlite alloy armor/S&N light combat armor/Laser charged light alloy armor,small painkiller syringe,field bandages,4 Model 34 incendiary grenade
and you can make your own class
Char sheet
Name: Age: Gender: Race: Class: Side: Human faction, or Fandor-Midor unified nation Squad: 4 (put how what class each squad member is and their names) Weapons: Armor: Misc.: you can make 5 Health: 100/100 Armor: i put Personality: least 3 Phy.Desc.:least 3 Traits: i make from your personality/or desc. Bio: optional, least 5 sentences Perk: i make from bio
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
WHAT THE **** R U TALKING ABOUT? You said that the ship crashed. Who the hell took me to a medical facility?
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
not you stupid cheeto, he wasn't going with you to the bboarding
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
Ohhh...I thought that he came with us. Ok. In that case, we just leave the ship and look for friendlies. Sneak around.
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
as you are about to get out of the ship you notice there are malkiens on the catwalk, watching the wreckage, they don't notice you though
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
not really possible, but you do see the human and Fandor over at the hallway look like they're concocting a plan
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
Name: Michael Taylor Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Shock Trooper Side: Human Faction Rank: Staff Sergeant. Squad: 4 Squad Members: Specialist Joseph "Jello/Joey" Lowell[Heavy Gunner], Lance Corporal Hunter "Sharp" Sorenson[Sniper], Private First Class Nicholas "Snickers" Smith[Infantry], Private Charles "Cheeto" Thomas[Technician]WIA, currently in infirmary . Weapons: G-55 "Minired" heavy laser SMG,2 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,Mk.II combat blade Armor:S&N light combat armor Misc.: 2 Weeks Rations, Communication Device, Flashbangs[2], Large Tent, 1 Incendiary Grenades.,field bandages, 1 OM combat charge Concussion grenades,laser designator, Bale o' cloth Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 50/50 Personality: Businesslike, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, commanding, strict, and disciplined. Physical Description: 6'0, Ivy League haircut, chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, tan, muscular, clean-shaven, rectangular face, strong jaw, square chin, good teeth. Traits:Resources!: you tweaked some of your nades to get everything from them, all grenades have larger blast Radii and bigger booms (bout 10%) Biography: Taylor graduated from a good college with a doctorate in biology, then he went on to medical school. Unfortunately, unable to pay the bills, he joined the military and took night classes instead of simply going to school, however he managed to do well in both the military, and get his degree. However, he was awarded several medals for distinguished service and injuries sustained during the war. He remained in the military for a few years, earning his residency as a military doctor back home. He returned home and started his own practice, which ballooned into several different institutions, making him very rich. Then, he was redrafted into the military after the war started, and he lost every penny he worked so hard for because of the war and how everything revolved around it nowadays. He threw himself into the war effort, determined to take revenge for the ruination of his life. Perk: I'm Ruined!: you have nothing to live for, why does it matter? cause you have the poor mans hate, (10% extra with melee combat)
