In 2025, at the start of the third World War, scientists perfected the methods of creating anthros, meant to be the perfect soldiers. The first group was comprised of convicts and homeless people abducted off of the streets. This first group of experiments distinguished themselves in the war and were awarded full citizenship.
In 2045, things began to fall apart. It seemed another war would start, and the anthros, mostly second generation, were re-admitted into the armed forces. An elite group was selected from the applicants, and were placed into a spec-ops strike team. Officially, the team is known as the First Assault and Recon Unit. Most, however, know them by their nickname; Flying Fur.
The Flying Fur squad has been dropped behind enemy lines on a recon mission. As a member of the squad, you can carry up to two fire arms. (Within reason, of course. No lugging around a .50 Cal machine gun, for example.) You can also carry a melee weapon, such as a knife, and a few grenades or other small explosives. As this is an undercover mission, the team has no vehicles. They can, however, obtain vehicles from civilians or enemy soldiers.
Normal RP rules apply: No god moding, no auto hitting, use good grammar, provide translations for anything posted in any language besides English.
Post in the OOC thread with a profile and wait for permission to join, please!
I'll kick this off when we get a few people to join.
Post Merge: April 21, 2009, 02:57:11 PM
Kayle looked around the cargo plane at his crew. They were all ready to go. The captain glanced at his watch. Just a few more minutes to drop time. "All right, crew. Check your parachutes. We're jumping in a few." The wolf pulled a photograph out of his vest pocket and looked at it longingly. He was going to miss Josh's second birthday, but at least Gracie had bought the video camera to tape it. Kayle tucked the photo back in his pocket. There was a fair chance he wouldn't make it back at all, and he knew it. They all knew it.
