(Ok, whatever, wont use these guys right away, but I'm just making them now)
Name: AMSTC-11085, Greg Martin
Rank: Major (United States Army)
Alliance: Human, AMST, Charlie squad.
(Note, the eyes are part of the helmet, and I dont want to make his face with the heromachine)
Light brownish hair, blue eyes.
Weapons: the X-83 A interchangeable weapon system like the DC-17, contains sniper, grenade, shotgun, and amchine gun attachments, all have seperate ammo.
Grenades: Flashbangs, frags, incindiary grenades, smoke (normal and colored) Tear gas. All able to be fired from the grenade launcher atachment, or thrown.
Armor: Fireproof, insulated against electricity, completely sealed, slightly stab proof undersuit. Voice is distorted by external speakers, for shock value, sounds like Combine soldiers from Half-Life2. Advisor can speak through external speakers if she wants to.
Personality: Enjoys the company of his squad, follows orders with barely any second thought, looks out for his squad, but knows that they can handle themselves, Does not hate mutants, but realizes the threat they pose.
Greg's boots hit the concrete, it was dark, it was raining, and the spray kicked up by the UH-60M Black Hawk hung in a miniature mist in front of the house. Jenkins was setting the breaching charge, Bauer and Davis took their positions. Jenkins pulled to the side, "Clear!" he yelled, his voice garbled to the outside, yet clear to Greg and the rest of his squadmates. Greg pressed the detonator he held, the door exploding inward "Grenade!" Bauer and Jenkins shouted almost simultaniusly, one throwing the grenade into the now open doorway, the other throwing it through a window. Two explosions sounded, and the soldiers sprinted into the building, clearing each room. Greg took position by the final room, Davis aproched, and opend the door. Greg rushed in, 83 raised, five targets. He pulled the trigger once, and a three-shot burst hit the first tango square in the chest. Greg took cover behind a metal table as a beam of searing energy passed his head. He quickly ripped the main attachment off and replaced it with the shotgun. He leaned out from cover, firing once. The it hit an aproaching mutant. He heard more gunfire, the tracer rounds passing him, taking out the remaining tangos. They cleared the other rooms, and headed back, while passing the scene of the firefirght, they heard a gasping breath. One of the mutants was wounded, badly. "Call for medivac, one captive." Greg lifted the mutant and stepped back into the rain.
One year later...
The UH-60M roared over New York,headed for the mall, they were to reinforce militia, and their advisor, a Lt.Colonel had permission to assume command of the local forces. Better her, an expirenced commander, then whoever was making such a mess of this situation now.
[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i]
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