USCMRPG

Duncan stood in awe of the sight before him. He had never been off-planet before, and had spent not really been able to see a whole heck of a lot for the last four years. As the CO gave the orders to prep the dropship, Duncan tried to figure out what he should do. All in all, it seemed pretty rushed...

Welcome aboard! always nice to see new blood.

Duncan entered the mess hall and noticed that everyone was sitting at one table, eating silently. Not as chatty as they were before. He made his way to the autochef, and received his allotted meal. Duncan was somewhat sad about the meal, but didn't want to push his luck in front of the LT by trying ...

Duncan awoke, a metallic aftertaste in his mouth. He leapt out of the chamber and unto the cold floor. "Bracing, isn't it?" he said to his squadmates. He shuffled over to the locker area and began fiddling with the lock. He popped open the door and began putting on his uniform.

The briefing over, Duncan ran through the checklist in his head for the prep work. Weapons. Make a request for a better alternative for grenades. HARDCore suits. Probably have to check those for the whole platoon. Duncan walked to Sergeant Kurosaki to take care of one of those items. "Sir, I was won...

Duncan raised his hand. "Ma'am, as sort of a piggyback to that question, is the assignment going to affect our weapons and munitions authorizations?" Duncan was more than a little concerned that because of the nature of the mission, they wouldn't have access to the full range of goodies normally ava...

Quick things:

-Constantine's PC is Frank Silas.

-Obi active and about.

-Was Dirk demoted? o.O

I think Dunn and Obi are still pretty active. There's a chance their could be a 3rd squad.

Duncan entered the room, using the standard marching pace that had been drilled into him on Parris Island. He saw the rendered flag, and the rather stern officer standing in front of it. Also present was one of the other marines, Cpl. Chappel. He had met him in the mess hall previously. He seemed pe...

Duncan - Franklin Duncan

I am still around. Look forward to getting in the fight.

Duncan stood at attention while the DI pinned the insignia on him. He then a a crisp salute and said, "Thank you." He turned and headed to the mess hall. He thought about about what he was going to eat. Bagel. And a steak. Maybe two. Screw it, I'll just take two trays and load up on everything.

Duncan was relieved to see the USCM flag blowing in the wind. But he stifled his initial urge to run out and grab it. There could be more traps. Duncan checked for snipers, and as best he could in the tall grass, for landmines and tripwires. <Roll Awareness, Scouting> Once he was certain it was safe...

Also, if my reading of the player guide is accurate, stuff can be carried on the framepack in excess of weight limits. The drawback is those framepacks are presumed to be dropped when we enter combat, and thus takes longer to retrieve items from them. However, given the setting of demolitions is usu...

Welcome back!

I think that's a nifty idea. I actually toyed with the idea of making up a SeaBee (CB) myself when I was thinking up character ideas.