NationStates Jolt Archive

In a effort to expose our nation to others we will be hosting a contest for your militaries elite. This will not be a contest in who can aim the best or who can run the fastest.

This will be a contest of survival, cunning, and ingenuity. Those who part take in the contest will be stripped of all weapons, armor and amunition. they will be given small arms and two clips of amunition. For safety concerns these weapons will not be live but simple laser tag like devices modelled after early earth weapons like the M16. The contest will take place on our homeworld of Wunderland in a mock ruined city where you will be able to find larger weapons, armor, and amunition although all will be in small quantities.

There will be two teams consisting of several nations. Each nation can send a group of 6. Team one objective will to capture a specified building and defend it against attacks for 3 days. Team two will have to defend the building for 3 days in order to win. Both teams will have to hike to the objective, team one will have to hike for a full day while team two will have a shorter distance to travell taking a maxium of half a day and allowing them time to prepare defences.

Traps will be allowed for use as long as they are not designed to kill instantly and give the victim a chance to escape or get medical treatment from our medics waiting jsut outside the city.

ships are availible for those who do not have the technological prowess of space travell.

Signed Rrowl C'mef
Leader of Wunderland

Rrowl C'mef finished teh message then sent it to wunderland for transcribing into the writing langauge most nations would be able to understand and then it was sent out for all nations to recieve.

(OOC: this will be more focused on character development then pure combat)

The message was received and processed. The processing unit, one quasi-deific AI referred to by the few inhabitants of its moonlike processor as 'Durie,' rolled the problem of exactly who to dispatch this message to around in his, umm, yeah. Anyways.

Eventually it was decided to simply pass the buck, and the message made its way to Citadel Celestian, home of the Warprince. Damned Tourist Trap is what it was.

The Aforementioned Warprince rolled the exact same problem over in his cunning mind for a long time. His thoughts were something along the lines of:

'Well, maybe I should send a few people from one of the Seraphim Divisions. But no, that'd be almost like cheating. I mean, six Seraphim, y'know, Drop Commandoes. Even without the fancy armor and weapons, still.

So, no, not them. Maybe one of those guys we lumped under the NSIC label. But, nah. They're fine for what they do, but this kinda thing isn't what they do.

Won't even really consider the SONAC boys. Wish I even knew why they existed. Not sure.

So, we'll just go with the obvious, eh?'

And that was how a little response was relayed via the usual mysterious methods to the originators.

Something along the lines of:

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FROM: Office of the Warprince, Citadel Celestian, Northfell, Revenia
TO: Office of Rrowl C'mef, Wunderland, El Sentiel
SUBJECT: Spec Ops Contest

Message Begins-

We have considered at length your invitation, and having done so, six people have been loaded onto a drive cutter and sent off to your little contest.

These six people are not the best special forces troopers we possess, for we believe in at least attempting to play fair. These six people are, however, the best of the newest, freshest crop of special forces troopers, with a few veterans thrown in for good measure.

We hope that this contest will provide a good experience for our young troopers. Any and all abuse of these tender nestlings will, however, be met by some very angry papa birds.

-
His Grace Sir Dysaryn Levan Blackstar-Stark, Prince Celestian
Warprince of Revenia
The Twilight Knight
Heir to the Granite Throne
The Exalted Star Supremacy of Revenia.

-Message Ends-

OOC:

Here's just a brief overview of the people I'm sending along.

1. Major Fallareon-Tiranos'athrael Neviros (Fal-Tir'ath Neviros)
-Major Neviros is an enigma, even among his fellows. He is a Directorate-trained officer in one of the many units blanketed under the authority of the Naval Special Insertion Command.

2. 1st Lieutenant Frank Vager
-Frank Vager is one step above total new blood. Other than that, I got nothin' to say. (Meaning right now he's a name and nothing else. Plenty of room to work with)

3. Sergeant Major Jason De'Kallos
-Jason De'Kallos is one of the most experienced NCOs of the Revenian Marines' elite Marauder/Recon teams. He's a crack shot and a skilled combatant.

4. Private First Class Michael Kel
-Michael Kel is about as squeaky as they come. He's a natural shot and holds certification from the DSSC as a combat sniper.

5. Private Jessica Branson
-Jessie Branson is a generalist. She holds DSSC certification in altogether too many fields to count.

6. Specialist Rebecca Martinson
-Rebecca Martinson possesses an impeccable pedigree, a most distinguished brother, hair of flaming red, and a decidedly aristocratic style of speech. She also has a natural talent with things that go boom.

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Okay, now, on to the comments 'n questions.

Is passive cammo (i.e. equivalent to camouflage techniques in use as of this very second (11:36:12 PM Central, August 1, 2004) acceptable, or will you be stripping my boys of their clothing, too?

Also, will standard low-tech (I.E. gear other than body armor and firearms, that would be in use with current real-word militaries circa August 1, 2004) acceptable? I mean, stuff like canteens, rations, camo face paint, shovels, utility knives, etc.

Incidentally, I now find it necessary to add a disclaimer:

First of all, my six Special Forces Operatives are not über-characters. They're not 'Genetically Enhanced,' they're not 'cyborgs,' though a few might have a few cybernetic implants. They're simply your average humanoids (many of whom were raised in a 2g environment, but, anyways,) who have undergone very intensive, very effective training.

We will be entering this contest, so save us a spot. It's time to prove ourselves to the SpecOps world.

OOC: Hmm... interesting. I'll have to remember this thread...

OOC: Hmm... interesting. I'll have to remember this thread...

OOC: Sorry, was logged in as a puppet. ON would be the one to enter the contest... if I decide to.

-=Transmission to El Sentiel=-

This is President Mooty of The Wickit Klownz. My nation has decided to take part in your SpecOps contest. We have decided to send only one soldier. He was genetically enhanced for speed, strength, knowledge, and cunning.

His name is Tentai, and he will be his enemies worst nightmare. He has been known to take out legions of men before even they knew he was standing in front of them. His costume is red and black, but the blur you see when he runs past will seem all red. He is strong enough to break every bone in your body by patting you on the back, and smart enough to be able to cite The Art Of War by Sun Tzu word for word. It is believed that his feet barely touch the ground, because he jumps from place to place so fast he never falls. I only send him because he is all I need for victory.

However, if I find that someone specific from Cyberutopia will be attending, I, President Mooty of The Wickit Klownz, will also be attending. We have acheived space travel, but our tchnology is not fast enough to get us there. we request pickup after the soldiers coming in from Cyberutopia are announced.

The AgentComm Surveillence Center

Agent Four chuckled as he looked over Mooty's message. "Poor lovestruck sap."

Two looked up from the holoprojection he was studying. "I say we play with him a bit. You, me, Eighteen, One, Six, and that girl from the CAEDC that's feeding us data about him."

"Works for me, I need a good stretch...or battle, whatever." Came the nonchalant response.

Communique to El Sentiel

The six members of our team have been selected, and will stop by The Wickit Klownz to pick up their men. The members are as follows.

High Commander Agent Four: The leader of the Cu SpecOps IET Team, he has trained himself to be an extremely refined fighting machine. He has hightened reflexes, senses, and is a devil with any weapon. There are very few that can match him, and he is a highly respected man both inside and outside of Cyberutopia.

Major Agent One: The man widely considered to be the second best fighter in the country, which is no small accomplishment. He is a master of all the military arts, and is best known for his amazing endurance.

Major Agent Two: One of the fastest members of the Agents, he is fearsome with any melee weapon, and is a master of 12 martial arts, notably ninjitsu and the unique katana style of sona bai.

Lieutenant Agent Eighteen: A prodigy among all, Eighteen has manage to evolve the power of her mind into a weapon. Having mastered telekinesis, pryokinesis, and most amazing, the rare art of psychokinesis, she is feared among all. The fact the young Elven girl is slightly unstable doesn't help, either. Still, she is among the most valuble assets of the team.

Sergeant Major Agent Six: The team's heavy weapons and demolitions specialist, this man of amazing strength is also intelligent and creative in his trap setups. Having worked as a ranger in the Crags for 18 years has given one of the oldest members a serious edge.

Finally...Commodore Elis Daystanovik of the CAEDC: An expert marksman, she has been temporarily relived of her duties as a mercenary working for Cyberutopia in order to work as the team's sniper in the mission. She is also, coincidentaly, one of TWK's Mooty's love interests, which works well for her.

Phew, that was a lot.

OOC: you will get enough rations and water for 2-2 and a half days tops [or if your wise and ration them out they will last longer]. yes your basically gunna be sent out in your pajamas. this contest is for measuring the man not the man's toys. Camo paint is fine since even if you didn't have it you could use a subsitute (mud etc.) shovels and knives are ok (as long no killing blows since I doubt that would set well with the other person).

((Just to let you know, one of my people is psychic, if that proves any problem, I just won't have her use those abilities.))

(I don't think theres to much of a problem as long as it's used reasobably on not all the time)

The drive cutter exitted drive space with a quick -pop.- Almost immediately the pilot brought the High Drive into existence, burning like a small star at the ship's rear.

Fallareon-Tiranos'athrael Neviros, late of House Neviros, considered to be an embarassment to his house by all its members, sat in silence. He was tall, six foot three, a special height that he shared with his much loved Warprince. He wasn't fat, though he tipped the scales at almost two hundred fifty pounds in a one gee environment.

His bones were extremely dense, came from adaptation to a two-gee environment. He was a Bard, a rogue, and a special forces operative. Hah-dee-hah-hah.

He leaned back into his chair and straightened his comfortable woodland-print camouflage fatigues. Beneath that he wore a combat jumpsuit, which was a fancy name for an OMG BLACK NYLON JUMPSUIT!!!!

His thoughts turned to his team, then.

Fal turned his head to face the man sitting at his right, one Sergeant Major Jason De'Kallos.

"Well, Jase, whaddya think? We got any chance at all based on advance intel?" asked Fal.

"Hellfire, Boss. I think we'll kick ass and take names. I know you're good in a fight, and I know that those Directorate boys probably just made you better. Did I ever tell you it was a pleasure to serve under you? Well it was," replied the Sgt. Major.

Fal winked, "Weyl, shee-yat, Jase. I didn't know you cared."

They both laughed.

The six soldiers on that drive cutter were equipped similarly. They each wore a suit of custom-fitted plain, old fashioned dark-woodland camouflage fatigues over a black combat jumpsuit. They had, at their belts, one sheathed utility knife.

Jason had his machete, too. Pretty bauble it was, foot and a half long, made of that classic blue-steel that was the signature of a blade made by the Fhellant'im of southern Northfell.

Same steel that went into Fal's much-beloved fighting shovel, which rested in its case on his left thigh, replacing the entrenching tool carried by the other members of his team. All steel had been blacked before they left by a professional armorer, and would be spot-checked before they deployed. Final prep would also take place before they deployed.

Each soldier wore a pair of safety-toed combat boots, and if the Kitties took Offense to that, then they could Take Offense to his ass getting back on that Drive Cutter and booking home.

However, not a single bit of powered gear was equipped. It felt rather strange, not having radios, though. He had protested that at first, but he didn't intend to split his team up enough that lack of radios would matter.

Fal reconciled himself to his fate, as he had a distinctly bad feeling he'd be working his ass off just trying to deal with the idiots that tended to turn up at these events. People who deluded themselves into thinking they were OMG MAGIC PEOPLE.

He barked out a laugh, and when Jase De'Kallos shot him a questioning glance, his only reply was, "I'm a Magic Man. I've got Magic Hands."

They both laughed.

Chaz-Captain was furious, his fur bristled as he attempted to keep his rage in check the scent of rage was quickly over powered by the the other Kzinti's scent of fear and they had good reason to be afraid.

"Does the Patriarch enjoy tormenting me?! he Screamed as he slashed the air with his claws. Chaz-Captain and the Patriarch Rrowl C'mef had never gotten along well and Rrowl C'mef took great pleasure in making Chaz-Captain's day hell.

This newest Mission was quickly drying his patience quickly, Having to babysit the "monkeys" that would be attending the contest was not something Chaz-Captain thought was far far below him.

"Chaz-Captain, The ship is within range shall I send the transmission?" SensorOpterator asked meakly

""send it and wait for them to confirm before coming any closer."

Chaz-Captain growled in a low voice digging his claws into the arm rest of his chair.

The Drive Cutter's pilot routed the hail to Major Neviros' console. It was built into the back of the chair in front of him, and was little more than a pop-out LCD screen, a keypad, and a microphone. However, it was enough.

Fal's eerie silver eyes flickered as he absorbed the transmission. He then thought for a few moments and sent a reply via tightbeam laser.

The usual communications method would have been via mass transceiver, but to his knowledge nobody outside of the Supremacy's direct sphere of influence had developed that particular technology, as such laser comm was the order of the day.

"Revenian Drive Cutter November-Foxtrot-Tree-Fower responds. I am Major Neviros and am ranking Revenian officer. Will gladly receive landing instructions upon entering planetary high orbit. Lodgings and suchforth will prove unnecessary. The cutter has sufficient quarters for us, and have about another years worth of food onboard, so we should be just fine. After landing, suggest you not worry too much about us until the games start. Do agree with non-lethal clause. However, no guarantee made if possibly lethal attacks instigated on team members. Team is mostly just kids. Neviros out."

He fired off the databurst, and calmly drifted back off to sleep. He needed his rest. Who knew what kind of idiots might show up. Maybe some moron who thought he could outrun bullets and boasted of killing large numbers of people.

Wouldn't surprise him any. He really wished the Warprince has sent somebody a bit more formidable though. Oh, he understood the reasoning, but this kind of event tended to attract the -strangest- people. People who thought that they were genetically engineered, for example. As if you could just pop open a test tube and out came a super soldier.

Neviros knew that for the BS it was. Combat was a mercurial thing, and the way he saw it, why spend a kajillion bucks on a super soldier when the damn thing is just going to get kilt by a fifty cent bullet shot by an 18 year old illiterate from backwoods Armel, who graduated from Camp Bundy McGundy with all of twenty five hundred dollars of militia training under his belt.

ooc: He loves to ramble, doesnt he?

((Haha, methinks he's making fun of your super-lone-wolf-guy, Klownz.))

We will send Team-2 of The Republic Martime Special Operations Regiment.
It's a 5 man team. We don't have space travel. Someone needs to pick the team up.

We'll do it! Boy, that's gonna be one cramped shuttle.

Indeed. Tentai's cybernetic armor is fused to his skin, and is 6 feet tall, and he weighs 250 without the suit. The suit weighs 2-3 tons and uses hydraulics to move.

(OOC: and all it takes is one well placed shot to take you out of the game.)

Considering the armor has active camo, good luck seeing him. Too bad he's one of a kind. It would be great having a hundred of him, eh?

Hell, I'll go ahead an list his attributes so that all of you can't say I just made it up on the spot.

Max. Speed: Unknown
Max. Jump Height: 25 meters
Max. Horizontal Jump: 15 meters

Agility:

Known to be able to dodge bullets and once dodged a salvo from a rail gun, although he considers himself lucky that time. He barely needs active camoflauge, because he can jump from one place to another before your eyes can register his presence.

Strength:

We know very little about his full strength, but we know he has thrown a tank on its back and then sliced the underside up with his sword with little effort.

Knowledge:

His human brain is surrounded by digital knowledge of almost everything. He has access to anything he wants in the entire 'library' of knowledge contained in his suit.

Weapons:

He can operate any weapon, vehicle, or device in the vast library of knowledge mentioned above. His optical interface contains a targeting reticle that is made by computing the positions of his arms, hands, and even fingers.

Optical Modes:

Nightvision- Standard nightvision.
Infrared- Can detect a heat source up to 1 mile away.
XRay- Limited distance of 100 yards. Cannot penetrate objects thicker than 6 inches.

Hearing:

He can hear a pin drop in a sandstorm, note its position by the direction the sound came from, and shoot it. If that's not a testament to his hearing abilities, we don't know what is.

Suit Extras:

Energy Shield- Rarely used, as it drains the suit's internal power (which is nuclear) very quickly.
Active Camoflauge- Not used very often, but when it is, it barely drains power at all.

Sword:

His sword was created from a large piece of diamond. It has been sharpened with lapidary equipment until it could be sharpened no more. He can slice through most materials with ease, as long as they are not a diamond-like material.

OOC: Hey, Klownz-boy. Apparently you're as illiterate as my buddy Ralphedy-Frank, the 18 year old from backwoods Armel. The rules stated no armor. None. I don't CARE if it's inside your skin. IT IS STILL ARMOR.

As El Sentiel said to me, the contest was meant to test the men, not the men's toys. And further, there is no WAY IN HELL, that I'm letting my people go up against a guy running around with a Nuclear Bomb strapped onto his back.

Alright, you dodged a salvo from a rail gun. Do you REALIZE HOW IMPOSSIBLE THAT IS? A railgun fires at hypersonic speed. How do people know that a gun has been fired? Gunshots. Sound. Right. Well here's the problem, bucky, that railgun has already hit by the time you know it was fired. Kindof a problem.

Next: Yes. As long as it was a plastic toy tank. About four inches long, by two inches wide, by two inches tall.

After That: Uhm. This doesn't even deign a comment. This is just complete and utter jackwankery.

Further: Uhm. No Comment. Read Section 'After That,' rebuttal to your 'knowledge (or lack thereof) entry'

A question: With all this nuclear gear, how the hell hasn't your friend died of cancer?

Next: Yeah. Bull.

Moving On: Yeah, sure, like no. Just. No.

Again: Both of these items are complete and utter jackwankery. I mean, yes, active camo can be done, but in my conversations with El Sentiel, it has been specifically and expressly outlawed.

Finally: 'Uhm. Yeah. Whatever. BULL!'

In Conclusion: This character is one of the single worst characters I HAVE EVER SEEN in my LONG and EXPERIENCED existence. FIRSTLY this IDIOT is NOT A SOLDIER. HE IS THE EPITOME of TECHNOWANKERY taken to an entire ORDER OF MAGNITUDE above what is normally experienced. So. El Sentiel requested my advice in this matter. It has been given.

It reads: Either, Mr. Klownz, you change this character to something reasonable, or El Sentiel will kick you so far off this planet that you'll be bleeding from your behind for months.


Oh, yes, and 'Tentai' is a decidedly, dare I say, Queer, name. No offense to people with queer names, but that was my first thought upon reading it.
-Rev's Player.
At request of El Sentiel's player.

Considering the armor has active camo, good luck seeing him. Too bad he's one of a kind. It would be great having a hundred of him, eh?

Hell, I'll go ahead an list his attributes so that all of you can't say I just made it up on the spot.

Max. Speed: Unknown
Max. Jump Height: 25 meters
Max. Horizontal Jump: 15 meters

Agility:

Known to be able to dodge bullets and once dodged a salvo from a rail gun, although he considers himself lucky that time. He barely needs active camoflauge, because he can jump from one place to another before your eyes can register his presence.

Strength:

We know very little about his full strength, but we know he has thrown a tank on its back and then sliced the underside up with his sword with little effort.

Knowledge:

His human brain is surrounded by digital knowledge of almost everything. He has access to anything he wants in the entire 'library' of knowledge contained in his suit.

Weapons:

He can operate any weapon, vehicle, or device in the vast library of knowledge mentioned above. His optical interface contains a targeting reticle that is made by computing the positions of his arms, hands, and even fingers.

Optical Modes:

Nightvision- Standard nightvision.
Infrared- Can detect a heat source up to 1 mile away.
XRay- Limited distance of 100 yards. Cannot penetrate objects thicker than 6 inches.

Hearing:

He can hear a pin drop in a sandstorm, note its position by the direction the sound came from, and shoot it. If that's not a testament to his hearing abilities, we don't know what is.

Suit Extras:

Energy Shield- Rarely used, as it drains the suit's internal power (which is nuclear) very quickly.
Active Camoflauge- Not used very often, but when it is, it barely drains power at all.

Sword:

His sword was created from a large piece of diamond. It has been sharpened with lapidary equipment until it could be sharpened no more. He can slice through most materials with ease, as long as they are not a diamond-like material.

Rev, as amusing as the ranting is, I think there's a need for some detailed logical input

First off: to have this guy in a full blown war is cheap. To enter him in a compitition of this scale is truely bullsh!t.

Agility: Rev is right, rail guns fire at hypersonic speeds, so the bullet has passed through you and the nearest building before you've even registered it.

Strength: To do something like flip a tank, your person would need to put several hundred tons of pressure into that armor of yours, and so you'd need pnumatic pumps and the accompaning shock absorbers twice the size of your supposed suit.

Knowledge: So...your guy is basically braindead because he's undergone so much scarring in his cortex from having the necessary mindjacks implanted in him to know "everything." Um...ok...if you want to have an overloaded, superunstable soldier. Last I checked, you were exclusively modern tech, so you couldn't do that without having several tons of microchips strapped to his back, anyway.

Weapons: Alright, my people are trained to use a wide variety of weapons and vehicles, but there's no way you'd be able to teach someone how to use everything, no matter how advanced you were. There'd be lots of stuff you just couldn't get your hands on. About this targeting system, you'd need even more mindjacks...why not just have a frickin' combot instead?

Optical Modes: Is this more stuff that's replacing his eyes? So he doesn't even have one eye? That's just inhumane. Nightvision...if you're sticking to your modern tech, he'd need an entire Starlight scope grafted onto his head. That...just...doesn't...make...sense. Infrared? One mile? Keep dreaming. Only with a 10x sniper scope. Maybe. X-rays? So he's got an entire room's worth of x-ray equipment inside of him? And you're beaming this straight through his eyes that apparently don't exist? Ok...

Hearing: Ok, go read that again. That's just way overboard. Sandstorms clock in at an average of 200-250 decibels. A rock concert is about 120. Think about it.

Suit Extras: Energy shield? Not until you give me a good scientific explanation. Your active camo may hide you from sight, but it's still not perfect. You make sound, and still give off heat and biomagnetic signatures. Not to mention your weapons won't be camoflauged, and you could easily ruin your cloaking by stumbling into a trap. Or getting shot, which won't be hard when you're making that much sound in your 3 ton power armor. And don't even get me started on that nuclear power thing. So...you're going to carry around an active nuclear reaction on your back, along with the coolant, the fuel rods, and the layer upon layer of lead you'll need to protect yourself from being that close to the reactor.

Sword: Hahaha, do you have any idea how heavy diamond is? Not to mention you'd spend a fortune and many years finding a diamond big enough. Your guy would have died of cancer or old age by the time you found a good diamond.

So...please come up with something better.

OOC: Agree entirely. Forgive me for ranting, I wrote that post rather early in the morning, having not had my required dose of caffeine, and having had a decidedly bad night before. Won't go into detail.

Ontop of that, people who field 'manufactured soldiers,' tend to set me off. It offends me on a personal level, I guess. Effective war is not, no matter what popular media might lead one to believe, carried out by super-elite solo operatives.

Of course, the route of the problem, and source of my anger, is that I can not, in any way shape or form, picture a real special forces operative who would go on a mission dressed in a bright red jumpsuit.

Sickening.

-Rev's Player.

Ontop of that, people who field 'manufactured soldiers,' tend to set me off. It offends me on a personal level, I guess. Effective war is not, no matter what popular media might lead one to believe, carried out by super-elite solo operatives.
I never said he was meant for open war. He's meant for infiltration or assassination missions. I received funding and technology from a rather large nation. Super Soldiers are not only possible in modern tech, but are most likely already being toyed with as a Black Project somewhere in the US govt. Pretty much all I'm saying is that if i had 100,000 it would be godmodding, but we poured trillions into creating this one "man". About the railgun, he was already moving when it missed him. He had to run right past it, and it missed. I didn't mean he was standing still and then moved when it fired, That's impossible.

that rail gun must of had horrible aim.

and please show us where how you can have armor fused with your skin, or have a nuclear reactor small enough for you to carry and walk around with AND have it armored enough to not turn the arena into a glowing crater.

TWK, none of us care about your justifications, ok? Nobody is comfortable with that sort of power coming into this compitition, and if you're not going to be flexible and change him around some, I'm going to have to suggest you be barred from the compitition.