The FDF Adventures!

[ENOJI Kengura]

-looks up to him- the only reason I'm here is because the ENEMY, took my family.... Now it's time to do my part....so others won't have to suffer the same..,

[ENOJI Kengura]

.........okay...-sits down-....I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble...

[ENOJI Kengura]

!! -stands up in joy-  thank you! -hugs lightly and runs off to get name on dog tag-

[Tim Siguire]

*After having returned from a successful evac, Tim goes to the base*
My stupid gun won't Unjam! Frigg-marfe-nikki-domp-AAAGH
*I slam my HSMG against the wall and a round goes off, flying in the void air*
YES! ITS FIXED!!... Time to go Simulatin! *MCPL Siguire jogs to the Sim Range*
Rubber, NO2 Propelled Ammunition.

[Tim Siguire]

*I load my Modified Heavy SMG with rubber pellets and load a NoS gas tank into the barrel.
Before starting the sim, I state my rank and position*


"Login Service Required, would you like to sign-in?"
Yep, Master Corporal Siguire, Tac Ops Strategist and Weapons Manipulator
"Login Accepted, you may begin the simulation"


GOOD LUCK!! *Even if noone else was joining, Tim would still yell Good Luck*

[Tim Siguire]

*MCPL Siguire, rezzed into the simulation, analyzes the environment*
There are two things I need to be able to do, See the enemy, and get out.
There are several rooftops, few good for sniping... hollow corridors... *Peeks around the corner*
and the first guy... shady gecko... that's right, come here.
*He rear chokes the gecko and tazes him, then placing his "limp" body along the wall*
Im pretty sure he's sleeping. Now let's continue... no heavy protection, dirt walls... wood windows.
Rundown but perfect for *BZZZ*... crap, what happened? *Sim ends and he's back at the range*

[Silverwind Blade]

On the sim range, standing a short range off, a one-eyed, rugged looking fox stood. His pistol lay on the counter-top at  the end of the range, as he loaded rounds into a magazine.
Approaching the start of his middle-age, the vulpine had grey around his muzzle, and threaded through his hair. Adjusting the ear-protectors, he slid a mag into the butt of the .45 Sig, and thumbed the magazine-release with a sharp snick, before lining up on the target and opening fire with a steady wham-wham-wham as the handgun fired.
The rounds held a fairly solid grouping, but from the vulpines' flight suit and it's patches, it was clear he was a pilot and no infantryman. Hearing the sound of someone firing nearby on the range, he lowered his weapon and looked on curiously to see who else was nearby.

[ENOJI Kengura]

-Sees chay again and joins in with him- hai! -gets a simulator pistol- I see ur getting better.

[Tim Siguire]

Well... *exits VR Sim and sets up practice dummies*
Whoa... I don't want anything burned..
*With a couple of key presses I raise the roof height for the simulation range*
*Overhears Enoji1, looking over* Hmm, that's the guy I helped a day ago.
*Seeing the soldier with the bandages standing* Hey, how are you- I drop my pistol firing a rubber bullet down the range- ah, whatever, how are you allowed to use your weapons in this state? *walking over to the bandaged soldier*

[Tim Siguire]

No problem. I should go pick up that gun before I get yelled at. *Jogs back to wher I dropped the pistol*
Oh, and uh.. if you ever need a mod or a little assistance, I can try to help. Just call me.


*I walk to the outdoor range and pull out a special grenade*
My first successful Grenade Creation. *Tossing and catching it, I marvel at my work*

[ENOJI Kengura]

....um...okay...-turns back and continues to shoot-

[Tim Siguire]

Hey you over there... sorry I don't know your name but are you a pilot?

[Silverwind Blade]

(I'm guessing you're talking to me)
Blade ejected the empty mag from the P-220 and checked the breech, before laying the weapon down carefully on the bench. Lowering his ear defenders, the one-eyed fox nodded.
"Yup, sure am, man. Name's Sean Blade, tho most call me Silver. Pleased ta meetcha".

[Tim Siguire]

(well, I was talking to Enoji1 but you're ok)


What do you fly? Helis, Jets, Heavy Transports?


*I stare at the target way down the field before pulling my arm back to throw my grenade*

[ENOJI Kengura]

I fly a jet, I call it the "Wind Spector". -shoots moving target-