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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 19, 2017, 08:30:49 AM »
Neal was laying on his bed going over the data on his pad when the call came out over the comms. Apparently they had arrived in their destination.
"Go time" Neal quietly said to himself as he put the pad down and began putting on his equipment. Neal quickly slipped out of his casual clothes, putting on his black BDU's taken from his storage space. He quickly then laced on his combat boots, before slapping on his body armour. The Commercial Combat Vest was based on designs used by the armed forces, and consisted of bare, blackened metallic plates strapped on his legs, forearms and torso, resistant to rifle-grade ammo as well as shrapnel. Next he put on his web gear over his armour, being sure to fill their pockets with ammunition, his field tablet, rations, water pack, his Combat First Aid Kit as well as his weapon maintenance tools. Next he strapped his combat knife to his chest, snugging it tightly before holstering his pistol to his outer thigh, racking the slide then putting on its safety before holstering it. He then picked up his GA-21 Pulse Carbine, opening up its body and inserting a clip, before closing it up with a satisfying *click*, setting the carbine to auto before switching on its safety. Putting the carbine down, he then slipped on his full helmet, the HUD lighting up as it began scanning and interacting with the environment, as well as interfacing with his armour and weapons, showing his biosigns and weapons status in the top left of his visor.
All this he did under four minutes, having years of practice getting ready for combat drops and insertions in an often short window of time. He did a quick pat down of himself, going over a mental checklist in his head to ensure he had everything, before leaving quarters and locking the door, then heading off in the direction of the transport bay, his boots making a distinct *thud* *thud* sound as he moved at a brisk pace, already mentally preparing himself to face off against what promised to be an...interesting opponent.
"Go time" Neal quietly said to himself as he put the pad down and began putting on his equipment. Neal quickly slipped out of his casual clothes, putting on his black BDU's taken from his storage space. He quickly then laced on his combat boots, before slapping on his body armour. The Commercial Combat Vest was based on designs used by the armed forces, and consisted of bare, blackened metallic plates strapped on his legs, forearms and torso, resistant to rifle-grade ammo as well as shrapnel. Next he put on his web gear over his armour, being sure to fill their pockets with ammunition, his field tablet, rations, water pack, his Combat First Aid Kit as well as his weapon maintenance tools. Next he strapped his combat knife to his chest, snugging it tightly before holstering his pistol to his outer thigh, racking the slide then putting on its safety before holstering it. He then picked up his GA-21 Pulse Carbine, opening up its body and inserting a clip, before closing it up with a satisfying *click*, setting the carbine to auto before switching on its safety. Putting the carbine down, he then slipped on his full helmet, the HUD lighting up as it began scanning and interacting with the environment, as well as interfacing with his armour and weapons, showing his biosigns and weapons status in the top left of his visor.
All this he did under four minutes, having years of practice getting ready for combat drops and insertions in an often short window of time. He did a quick pat down of himself, going over a mental checklist in his head to ensure he had everything, before leaving quarters and locking the door, then heading off in the direction of the transport bay, his boots making a distinct *thud* *thud* sound as he moved at a brisk pace, already mentally preparing himself to face off against what promised to be an...interesting opponent.
Spoiler for Neal's Armour, a cut down version of this: