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[[OOC: Anybody can join in at any time, just like in the last one. You can either be a soldier, a civilian, or a politician. Have fun!]]

President James "Dragonheart" Septim had very recently won the election in a landslide victory. The *beep* that took his place did not deserve to lead Kerait. He had gotten rid of four men that did their jobs well: Dark, Xarxes, Rell, and Wolfe. Now Olkun'ut was once again at war with Kerait after what Septim thought would be a time of peace. Suddenly, the door opened, and Xarxes, Rell, and Wolfe walked into his office.
"Where's Dark?" asked Septim.
"Should be here soon," said Xarxes.
"Glad to have you back, sir," said Wolfe.
"Glad to be back," said Septim.

[[OOC: I'm not a Chairman, that title was for the Dictators. I'm the first and third Presidents of Kerait. XD]]

"Sit down Delran," said Septim, "Now, we are at war with Olkun'ut once again. They have power armor, not as advanced as ours, but it's pretty good."

"How the hell are they powering it?" asked Wolfe.

"The land around their capital wasn't cleaned up for about fifty years, so they have a small supply of the same stuff we have."

"Alright," said Wolfe.

"Now, Kerait needs you guys back at your posts..." said Septim, "You will all have your former commands, do you accept?"

"Of course," said Wolfe.

"Absolutely," said Xarxes.

"I was sort of enjoying retirement," said Rell with a grin, "But alright..."

[[OOC: You're actually quite a bit older than 35 now...a lot older.

25 + five year truce + 100 year stasis + 2 years of preparation and war + my first presidency (four years) + that other dude's presidency (four years) = 140 years old. XD]]

"You may feel thirty-five, but your physically one hundred forty years old. I'm one hundred fifty-six myself, no spring chicken...now, that idiot that came before me had the good sense to keep weapon development, and in case you guys don't know, here's a list of new weaponry and vehicles..."

Septim handed each of his new Commanders a piece of paper.

High General Delran Dark,
Here's your list, doesn't have the ships or the airplanes, you don't use those...

Armors
KP-3 Power Armor - Improved version of the KP-2. It can withstand up to 750 rounds of small arms fire and can take four direct missile hits.

Vehicles

Light tanks
KLT-10 - Made with advanced plasma-proof armor. Best we've got in the light tank department.

Heavy tanks
KHT-7 - Uses plasma-proof armor. Also has a large plasma cannon and two small plasmacasters.

Light Recon vehicles
KLR-10 - Uses advanced lift technology. Doesn't use wheels, can go across all terrain.

APCs
KPC-10 - Uses plasma-proof armor. Also has a small rapidfire plasmacaster.

Submachine guns
K-80 - About as accurate as the old KA-25, holds more ammo, more powerful, built in supressor.

Pistols (Kerait Sidearm)
KS-12 - Advanced sidearm. More accurate than the KS-10 and 11, more powerful, holds more ammo.

Sniper rifles (Kerait Longshot)
KL-15 - Advanced sniper rifle, very accurate, very deadly.

Assault rifles (Kerait Assault)
KA-30 - Advanced assault rifle. Not large enough to house a plasma heater, so it still shoots good ol' bullets.

Explosives
Kertex Plasma Explosive II - Releases a massive plasma charge that can destroy an entire building. You can set the explosion to be smaller or larger than the default.

Plasma Lanchers (Kerait Caster)
KC-2 - Launches superheated plasma at the target.

[OOC: I counted 35 without the 100 years, but 40? I don't get it. You were chairman from the moment you killed Yerchico, adn after the war with Iellus you retired. And now after 4 years you are back. So I should be about 36.]

[OOC: Got it now!]

[OOC: Adam who? This is your character sheet from WarTorn.

Mr. Himanil V

Report


11/1/2008 1:41:56 PM
"Name: James Blake
Age: 33
Faction: Kerait
Rank: Sergeant First Class
Class: Soldier- SF
Weapon: Lee-Enfield Rifle No. 4 Mk 1 and Thompson Sub Machine Gun
Build: Muscular

Personality: He’s a silent one with eyes that in itself tell he’s seen a lot over the years. Walks
with a limp where a bullet hit him, doesn’t do or speak anything unnecessarily. Reserved and somber in demanour he gives all around a shiver down the spine but his presence is also strangely reassuring.

Description: Place of birth is unknown but believed to be in one of the rare warlike villages of the third nation, which contained arguably the greatest fighters of its day. He was brought up to be a master of all crafts with special emphasis on his militaristic training and survival, all traces of him are lost when he reached 17: but the popular rumour abound was that his village had been attacked by the Olkun’ut who after nearly being destroyed themselves killed everyone, man, woman and child and he was one of the few to survive. Nothing of him is known since then except that he swore vengeance and worked in the highest of levels of the Kerait government and was one of the few who predicted the failure of Operation Derringer openly in the military circles and was instrumental in the great victory of Teshezino."

So pls be more specific, will ya?]

*bump*

"Whatever you choose, I will approve, Sir. I do not like to think about what plan is the best, I just follow the best course of action."

"Right away! Anything else?"

"I am sorry, Mr. Blake, but you must earn the right to become a Dragon through battlefield skill, not inheritance. Go out, join the army, and come back when you're a Sergeant Major so I can evaluate your performance."

Septim then leaned back.

"No, that will be all," said Septim

Brigadier General Brian Reynolds sat in his office. He was now the Commander of every Dragon team, he was getting too old for special forces operations at thirty-eight. Suddenly, his computer beeped. He checked his message box to find a message from President James Septim himself.

Major General Reynolds,
It's been a while since we've talked. We should catch up after your mission. That's right, you've got a mission. Three Dragon teams of your choosing will be dropped behind Olkun'ut lines in order to destroy their six main plasma generator plants. The Storm Riders will be assaulting three of them. They've made their plasma generator stations immune to EMP attacks, so we need to depend on good old fashion soldiers again. Suit up, you're leaving in two days. Good hunting, Major General.

Signed,

President James "Dragonheart" Septim
President of Kerait

Reynolds smiled. He had been glad when Septim won the race, they had a good leader again. He sent a reply, then began sending notices to the Black Dragons, the rebuilt Red Dragons under Major Raymond Smith, and the Blue Dragons.

Olkun'ut Sergeant Joho Vu-Caper had never experienced KP-IV armor, all he had was OP-I Power Armor, equal to the KP-I model. As he patrolled through the Olkun'ut forest, he began singing. Suddenly, he heard something, he turned around and saw nothing. Then, a strong arm punched his face. His helmet protected him somewhat from the blow, but the raw power of the punch dented his helmet. A kick came and shattered his power armored leg. He fell to the ground, and his attacker revealed himself by turning off his Keraitian Camo Device (KCD). He appeared in a ray of red light and looked down at the Sergeant, his armor was steel gray, his helmet blocked out his facial features. His armor was much more streamlined and advanced than the Sergeant's. He picked up the man and punched him in the face three more times, turning his head into a mixture of brains, pieces of his skull, skin, and metal. The Keraitian Dragon dropped the soldier to the ground and continued on his mission.