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First Lieutenant Krinskot shouted to be heard over the engines of the aircraft. "Alright! We will be dropping right into the KZ, in the middle of the action! We have heavy AA resistance, and scattered enemy troops. As soon as you touch ground, get to work! When this war was started, we made a promise to the Quazintinians that Hell would rain down upon them, and, Gentlemen, YOU! ARE! HELL!" The craft rocked precariously as it was battered with cannon fire and pelted with bullets. "When that light turns green, you get your asses out of this plane and into the war!" Just as the Lieutenant gave the instruction, the light above the doorway turned green. "GO, GO, GO!" he yelled. You and roughly a dozen other soldiers jumped from the plane and pulled your parachute cords, landing straight into battle. Looking up as you take off the straps connecting you to your parachutes, you see the plane you just jumped from burst into flame and fall to the ground, taking the First Lieutenant, pilot, and co-pilot with it.
That was almost eight months ago.
Currently, you and what is left of your unit of airborne troops are somewhere in a jungle behind enemy lines, in a makeshift camp, barely surviving. You're in a hostile country on a mostly hostile planet. Aside from enemy troops with overwhelming numbers and superior technology, you have to face the harsh wilds, unforgiving predatory animals, and various flesh eating diseases, not to mention the threat of airborne spores getting into your lungs and growing, slowly eating your insides. It reminds you a lot of Felucia, from the Star Wars saga. You are human, the Quazintinians are not. They invaded Earth, but, due to a home field advantage, Earth's forces managed to fight them off. Now Earth had brought the fight to them, with a vengeance. That's where you came in. Part of the United Defense Forces of Earth (UDFE) Airborne Unit 66502, you were sent to drop from the skies and take out the enemy. It was a suicide mission, but you and your men accepted the job. And now, eight months after the initial drop, here you were, desperately trying to avoid detection while surviving and sending distress signals back home to come get you off this godforsaken rock.
[[You are a well trained member of an airborne unit, with all the skills of a special operative. You are armed with either sniper rifles, assault rifles, various handguns, rocket launchers, grenades, and combat knives. Ammo is not infinite, with the exception of the knife, but that's a given. Death is possible, so if you either think it would fit the story line or want to stop being part of the story, get killed. Don't just run out into fire, end it with a bang! Big dramatic death scene and everything! Weapons are based on the arsenal of Killzone 3. Here's a link: http://killzone.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Weapons ]]
That was almost eight months ago.
Currently, you and what is left of your unit of airborne troops are somewhere in a jungle behind enemy lines, in a makeshift camp, barely surviving. You're in a hostile country on a mostly hostile planet. Aside from enemy troops with overwhelming numbers and superior technology, you have to face the harsh wilds, unforgiving predatory animals, and various flesh eating diseases, not to mention the threat of airborne spores getting into your lungs and growing, slowly eating your insides. It reminds you a lot of Felucia, from the Star Wars saga. You are human, the Quazintinians are not. They invaded Earth, but, due to a home field advantage, Earth's forces managed to fight them off. Now Earth had brought the fight to them, with a vengeance. That's where you came in. Part of the United Defense Forces of Earth (UDFE) Airborne Unit 66502, you were sent to drop from the skies and take out the enemy. It was a suicide mission, but you and your men accepted the job. And now, eight months after the initial drop, here you were, desperately trying to avoid detection while surviving and sending distress signals back home to come get you off this godforsaken rock.
[[You are a well trained member of an airborne unit, with all the skills of a special operative. You are armed with either sniper rifles, assault rifles, various handguns, rocket launchers, grenades, and combat knives. Ammo is not infinite, with the exception of the knife, but that's a given. Death is possible, so if you either think it would fit the story line or want to stop being part of the story, get killed. Don't just run out into fire, end it with a bang! Big dramatic death scene and everything! Weapons are based on the arsenal of Killzone 3. Here's a link: http://killzone.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Weapons ]]
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