Hi Guys,
Fantastic to get these responses. Apologies for the slow reply - I assure you that this is most unlike me.
Lets see if we can get anymore to join. I will re-advertise now that we have some willing victims ... I mean ... volunteers!!
Do you gents have any ideas what you want to play character-wise? Do you have access to the rulebooks?
Anymore for anymore!! The Colonial Marine Corps Needs You!! A Life of Adventure amongst the Stars Awaits!! Meet New and Interesting individuals and blow the smeg out of them!! We provide the Weapons and the Ammunition.
Scenario Prologue:
Date: August 19, 2182
Location: Chernobyl HazEnv Training Base
Event: Graduation Day
It has been a long 5 year training session, and today has, at least in your head lasted another 5 years. But at last it is over. You have surrendered every inch of your personality to the USCM and had it reassembled in their image. It has cost you several friends too when the Ninth Arab Spring Uprising required you to end up on the front lines for six months. They are faces now not people, you have become more accustomed to the coming and going of faces, numbers and weapons.
In the mess that evening after your passing out parade, you ponder why they do it here and not in say Miami or even Antarctica where the latest wheat crop gives the clean air a beautiful fresh smell and the bees buzz in the balmy afternoon sun. Everyone is celebrating - they have all been promoted to Private 2nd Class. Whilst they are carousing, several of the girls have already won a hatfull of id tags - tradition has it that one id tag is selected and the happy couple are granted a night in the luxurious Giger Hotel out of town for whatever entertainment they so chose. Some men are trying to argue that they should have their own hatful of tags - but tradition is that the woman has the choice. In seclusion, the staff are selecting the two valour candidates for honours. The runner up is promoted to Private 1st Class and the winner is straight to Lance Corporal. You are pretty sure that your name is not on that list.
Before the fun is completed the Camp Adjutant, brings out the assignments. Most people are shipping out the next day, but no-one knows where they are being posted.
The ensuing scrum around the list is ardent but well ordered. Before you see your name on the list, your eyes alight on an urgent mission statement, that has fallen on the floor. - "Immediate Ship Out!!! Assault Mission in Outer Rim Bandit Territory!!! Starting your career with a dull patrol?? Volunteers needed for Rescue mission. See Adjutant Grayson immediately!". You pick it up curious as to why they are asking raw grauates to go on this missin, but carry on looking for your assignment after putting back on the board. The note falls on the floor again, almost immediately and is picked up by another almost immediately. Then the horror or it all - you are assigned to the listening post on the outskirts of DevCorp space! This is well known as the dullest of the dull first assignments.
The question is where would you go?
Contact me here, on fb (I'm the Stuart Trimby with the Aliens Sulaco picture), spacemaster@trimbynet.plus.com
Stuart Trimby(smegforbrain)