Frontlines: Fuel of War

Okay, I've spent a lot of time thinking about this and figured I'd try it.


Story: The year is 2024. The planets oil reserves are depleted and countries are fighting bloody and ruthless campaigns to controls what little is left. The Middle East is nothing but carnage and wasteland. The U.S. is experiencing the worst economic depression, famine, and anarchy. The Red Star Alliance has taken on new allies and now represent the biggest threat since Adolf Hitler's attempt on world domination. They consist of China, Russia, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and many of the smaller Middle Eastern countries that were promised protection.

The Western Coalition is a collection of countries opposing the Red Star Alliance. Leading them is the U.S., Austrailia, the U.K., and many of the former Allies. They have superior technology and weaponry compared to the Red Star Alliance but they are not as driven and hard pressed for vengeance.


Character Profiles: If you would like to make a profile, please make sure to state your:

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Now that that's out of the way, let me tell you this. This isn't just about the war either. If you aren't the warsey type, we could a few scientists in the story. Since the oil in the world is depleted, we need a new source of fuel, new cures for diseases, new ways for pretty much everything. Just keep in mind that this is a GLOBAL EPIDEMIC. Nothing can be fixed with just ONE post. And if you do become a scientist, try to have a team of scients to make it more realistic.



PM me with opinions on this. This is based on a video game.

Name: Danny
Age: 23
Occupation: US Army Ranger
Personality: is always brutally honest, cracks jokes when the time is right, tries not to make friends fearing that they will die in combat. Still is up for love
Date of birth: 9/11/01
History: Joined the army at 18 and has been in the Airborne Ranger Division since

Name: Ben Jacobs

Age: 26

Occupation: Troop Sergeant, Australian SAS

Personality: Often overly optimistic, friendly, a little superstitious.

Date of Birth: 16/5/98

History: Joined the army at 18, completing his training with the Commando Special Forces by the age of twenty before transferring into the air force and the SAS.

I'd love to join this! I'll post my character information tomorrow. Just thought I'd let you know I'll be joining.

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Name: Renee June
Age:24
Occupation/Job: Civilian/Computer Operator

Personality: Sometimes she is stern and serious. Too smart for her own good. Tries to not get close to anyone. She somtimes cracks and lets her feelings get the best of her.

Appearance: Mid length straight brown hair. Blue eyes and tan skin. Slender and stands at 5'4.

Date of Birth: July 12th, 2000.

History: Went through school and was made fun of for wanting to learn. Went to get a degree to be a scientists but quit to graduate in Computer Operations Technology. (this sucks but oh well. Class is starting I'll finish this later.)

Gender: Female.

This looks brilliant. My kind of storybook.

Name: Booker Lee

Age: 30

Occupation/Job: Soldier (2nd Lieutenant)

Personality: Hard, commanding, dark, and brooding

Appearance: Short black hair, blue eyes like crushed opals, short and muscular

History: Booker joined the military after his father died and his brother became embroiled deeper and deeper in Los Angelean gang life. He is high-powered and intelligent, but is extremely aggressive and is borderline sociopathic. If you get in his way, he neutralize you. Plain and simple. Booker has a criminal history from his days with his brother in the Crips but at an early age he tried everything within his power to disassociate himself from the gang. But, once a Crip, always a Crip.

Name: Lacy Peters

Age: 29

Occupation/Job: Environmental scientist

Personality: Optimistic, perky, the light of the workroom, realistic, leader

Appearance: Long cornsilk hair, light skin, dull brown eyes, 5'6

Date of Birth: January 5, 1995

History: Was born, worked hard to get into school and studies the environment and how to fix it. When the Oil Wars started she was put on a team with other scientists to try and discover cures to problems. She now specialized in environment problems. Has a lot of computer experience.

Gender: Female

Okay, my character is next.

Name: Arick Gales

Age: 32

Occupation/Job: Sergeant Major U.S. Army (Currently deployed in Turkmenistan)

Personality: Quiet, Understanding, Stern, Takes charge when needed.

Appearence: 6' 2" , 210 pounds, Short brown hair, grey eyes, muscular

Date of Birth: 1992

Gender: Male

History: Was still in college when the events around the world began to happen. Arick was studying in Africa when the reports of food shortages and the first attacks and anarchist bombings erupted on U.S. soil. He enlisted in the Army soon after.

**When can we start?**

Right now.



Arick dove out of the way of a grenade. Seconds later, the resulting explosion sent dirt, gravel, and shrapnel into every direction. Arick sheilded his eyes. A crackle came over his com;

"This is Command. We have recieved intel that the Russians called in reinforcements from the Chinese. The Chinese will cross the Turkmenistan border in one hour."

"What do we do now, sir?!" a soldier ducked behind the road blocked Arick hid behind. Bullets whizzed overhead from the Russians fortified gun emplacements. "What do we do now?!"

"The Austrialian SAS are coming from the south! They're going to help strengthen our line!" Arick yelled over the explosions of more grenades.
"Get on the com and radio Command. Tell them that the Austrailians will be here in 15 minutes. Get me a Gatling Drone up here!" The soldier ran off toward the direction he came from.

A rocket whistled overhead from the Russian controlled side of the bridge.

"Let's just hope we can last 15 minutes"

Danny:

A grenade landed at his feet, the two other rangers he was with froze. Danny kicked the grenade roughly back to where it had come from and after a couple quick seconds he heard screams from an enemy postion.
"Go go go! He yelled to the two privates.

The salvaged team of three men had intercepted a faint com transmission from a pinned squad. They couldn't reply becuase the radio had sustained damage when the radio operator was hit. They could now see the machinegun next that pinned the other squad down. The three men exited cover and laid waste to the area with a volly of M203 RPGs followed by three full clips from the M4s themselves. "Move! Now!" Danny barked as they ran the twnety meters to the friendly position.

Name: James Anderson
Age: 24
Occupation: Weapons specialist in the field( Basiccly he is the one who is the first to have the high tech weapons) Works for U.S. Army in Afganastain
Personality: Childish, Humorus, suprising for a man who handles the most dangerous weapons in recent history.
Appearnace: 5'11" tall, 180 pounds, Shaved head, blue eyes, beard.
Date of Birth: November 2000
History: Was born to a sientest and a pilot. was suspended many times for mastering traps and rockets without permission. He joined the army to become a fighter pilot...but instead was pushed into Weapons training for his backround.

Ben

The helicopter touched down with roughly a kilometre to go to the bridge. Ben's troop commander gave the pilot a questioning look.

"It's too dangerous to go any further!" the man shouted over the noise of the rotors, "Air support can't get any closer to the bridge, you'll have to walk the rest of the way!"

The commander nodded and the six of them stepped out of the helicopter, Ben releasing their Hunter drone, which immediately disappeared in the direction of the bridge, "How long do we have?"

"Fifteen minutes, sir." One of the troopers replied.

"Then let's get moving."

James smiled as he looked at the new privates. They didn't know what they were going to go through.
" Welcome boys, I'm Anderson. And before you go out there and hunt for the Devils..." James picked out a grenade from a crate and tossed it across the weapons range to a test dummy. The Privates weren't impressed as one of them began to yawn.
" Bored private Dickerson?" James growled as he stared into the man's face.
" NO SIR!" The man yellled.
" Do you want to protect your country!?!" James barked at the man.
" YES SIR!" The man yelled.
" Do you want to screw with the man next to you!?!"
" YE...." The man looked down as the other privates laughed out loud.
" Don't worry Dickerson, it's nothing that you can't handle."
Dickerson then began to laugh as well. Soon everyone was laughing...until James pushed the trigger that primed the grenade.
Then suddenly a 30 foot cloud erupted into the sky and the privates were knocked straight to the ground. They looked up and gasped. The Crash test dummy fell straight at James still standing feet.
" Rememember, when you pull you the pin..." James stepped on the dummies head. " Mr. Grenade is not your freind anymore."

Arick



Arick looked over the top of the concrete road block barricade. He did a quick head count of the enemy.

"Ten troops, two turrets, and one rocket jockey," he muttered to himself. He looked down at his rifle. 23 rounds remained in the clip. He pulled a fresh one out and set it next to him.

"Sir? Where are the Austrailians?" A soldier next to him asked.

"They're coming. 30 seconds out," Arick replied with a grin. He heard the Russians shouting and then he looked behind him. He saw the faint outlines of six men coming for them. "Thank God. Let's help them out!"

Arick crouched behind the barrier and started to provide covering fire for the Austrialians.



*I know it's terrible but it's all I could in 5 minutes.*

Ben

The squad ran towards the bridge, Russians ducking on their side as the American fire intensified before beginning to return fire. Bullets hit the wall inches from his face, chips of stone showering over him as he ran past.

The troop commander gestured to their sniper and one of the other soldiers, who both ran for the nearest building in search of a better vantage point. The remaining four made it to the road block unscathed, taking up positions.

Ben looked to the man who appeared to be in charge, "What's the situation? Do you have any attack plan yet, or are you just shooting and hoping for the best?"