"You mother [censored]!" Weasel was exploding with anger, "YOU DUMB [censored]! WE CAME HERE TO GET YOUR ASS BACK TO SAFETY! AND YOU'RE JUST GONNA STAY HERE AND DIE?!" It is pointless to try, he's just a stubborn human, leave him here, survive, thrive from their deaths. LIVE! "GAAH! God damnit get out! Stevens, gather up the grunta dn get them to push forward with all they got. That'll get em to retreat, hopefully"

Stevens glanced at Weasel. Something was wrong, and he was obviously suffering. As for Kaiden, he just sat on the ground and bled, not even listening to logic. "Ok, Weasel, Kaiden, the men here can take care of the Chinese forces, we need to get you BOTH some medical attention. Now!" Stevens wasn't sure what the general would say to that, but it was worth a try. As for Weasel, well he had to get out of the the line of fire. Even if that meant by force. John tightened his hand around his P230's grip, ready to pistol whip Weasel should he start screaming again. No need to gather the attention of enemy snipers to the guys who are in charge. And the crack to the back of the head probably wouldn't keep him out to long anyway. Another last resort.

"Fine, Get me outta here."

Stevens glanced down at the General. "Can you walk?" he asked dryly.

"Yeah"

Ignorijng the wound, After years of battle endurance, He stands up and walks along the trench with them.

"No! not back to Dr. Nelson! His voice! its still in my head! I needa real doctor! not some freak scientsist!" you need ME! you need US! do not fight us! become IT! "Lets just get the general out of here, but keep me away from that freak 'doctor'!" humanity is the freak! join us!. Weasel staggered back up, his head throbbing insanely.

Stevens watched Weasel Yell at himself and start tripping all over the place. The opportunity came when he staggered backwards, right within reach. Stevens quickly pulled out his pistol, flipped it over, and hit Weasel in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. Sighing he bent over and picked the lunatic up and placed him over his shoulders. "Alright, let's go" He grunted. Stevens regretted hitting Weasel immediately, but it was painfully obvious that the man was suffering. And the name, Dr. Nelson. The scientist was famous for his experiments in the field of human social behaviors, and mental manipulation. It was well known that the man teetered on the line of lawless immorality, but for some reason just never crossed the line. Or if he did, he was very careful. "General, I need an order to the Intel department to find out where and when Sergeant Nolan is scheduled to be picked up again." Stevens was determined to set things straight, but until then only one thing would subdue this suffering man's problems. And it wouldn't be hard to find. Jet.

Weasel was out cold. Join us, become us! Do you not see it you fool? Humans must be destroyed! Exterminated! We have evolved past everything you had a notion you were! join us! become one body! "go to hell!" you're not thinking rationally Nolan, its the only way you could possibly survive! Let humanity destroy itself! Thrive from their extinction!"I AM human! nut you! you've become something worse! What have you done to me! how come i don't remember the last eight years?!" Because, you were human then, still gripping on your humanity, your new brain, your new concious, removed it all from your brain. But you've lost everything that makes you human! except for this disqusting shell you call a body! "no! I'm stil a human being, you can't take that away from me! you can't!"

Stevens dropped Weasel onto his bunk in the command tent. By this time the man was Writhing in pain, moaning and mumbling constantly. Stevens, however, was not worried in the least. In his hand he held the cure for all of Weasel's problems. Although many people would be royally pissed at him for what he was about to do, it was necessary. Like pulling out a wisdom tooth, only better. He walked over to the man, rolled up his sleeve, and injected a dose of Jet and Psycho into his arm. The combination would wake up a 200 year old man and make him do jumping jacks. He waited a minute, and watched. Suddenly it took effect, and the man exploded into conciousness.

"Feeling better now that you will be high for the next year, buddy?"

"GAAH! no! f****ck!" small streamsof smoke started to come from the scars on weasel's temples. You can still hear me I know it! I'm already inside of your brain! its too late!. Weasel cut his left temple, then his right, he pulled out long wires and chips. "AH! [censored]! where the hell? AH! ow! At least the headache's gone, and I remembereverything, my marriage, my litttle Robby!"

( Drakelius, I think you need to learn how to roleplay better and stop making RP's, ok? )

I Think you shouldnt criticize me.

Wootz...shut up or i will pistol whip you in the face. and I am actually enjoying this RP, thank you very much. So go troll somewhere else. I heard the WoW forums had openings.

IC: Stevens stared blankly at Weasel. "Umm, you ok man? I think you need some rest." He said bewildered. What the hell is going on here?

"I NEED to be patched up before I bleed to much, then we do something about this nelson guy" Weasel stood up, leaving his bunk.

and yes the wires ARe there unlike the imaginary bullet

"Woh, hold up a sec," Stevens Spoke, as he jumped up suddenly. "Let's not turn this into some 'personal vendetta', We are fighting a WAR, remember? We can't can't just walk off and spank some egghead right now!" John remembered the last time that Weasel had to 'do something about' someone. And it wasn't pretty. In fact, that might be one of the many places that he got the citation for 'Excessive use of violence on such a level that an SAS captain would puke from the sheer amount of splattered guts.' Grabbing a first aid kit, Stevens pulled out a bottle of fresh water, and a bottle of cleaning alcohol. He tossed them both to his friend, while he readied the Stitch Glue. This was going to be a great medical experience. Stitching up the guy who just ripped half of his brain out, and now wants to destroy the world. Fun!


OOC: Stitch Glue... not fun man. not fun. My knee still feels funny, and it is two years after the fact. <_<

So when are we going to get some Chinese people into the RP?

SUBMIT! You cannot stop after being this far! No! I'm still here! you cannot erase me! "but i can ignore you" "No, God knows how many people he's done this to, it needs to stop. But we'll patch me up first, I think part of my brain just fell out" Weasel sat back down.

Kaiden Moves Out Of The Trench, And Then Into The Base... He Moves Into The Command Tent And Takes All Off His Gear Off, Then Resting On A Chair.

OOC: We really need to find some more people.

IC: Stevens had just finished stitching up the nasty hole in the side of Weasel's head when a young man ran into the tent. "Sir!" he panted," We need aid sir! The front trenches just fell to the Chinese Sir!"

Stevens looked at him tiredly. This really wasn't what he needed right now. "Alright Private, go get some water and then get word to my squad that they need to move out. I'll go inform the General." He turned his attention back to Weasel. "Looks like I'm going to go take care of the frontlines. Just take it easy man, don't strain yourself. There is a dose of Jet in the first aid kit if you need it." Weasel obviously still was not doing well. He was right though, something needed to be done about the mad scientist, but not right now. And definately not with Alpha getting their butts handed to them.

Sitting Down In His Chair, Kaiden Fiddles Around On His Terminal...

"Hmm..."

Yeah, these are definitely crap.

Is there ANY need? Now, if you don't like it, GTFO.

OOC: Alright, seriously Vault101Dweller. Enough is enough. If you don't like this then stop posting. You aren't part of the RP and you are disrupting it. Back off now before someone reports you.

@Drakelius: My suggestion is to make longer posts at least. Descriptions of what Kaiden is doing would be sufficient. And since you are the RP starter you may consider controlling further aspects of the story. Such as when battles start, orders from the Major Generals, minor skirmishes between the factions, and dialogues between Chinese leaders to add a bit of flavor. Of course these are just suggestions.

@N0lanb0y: Well this character went from the erratic comedian of Battle of Alaska to Crazy nut head of Operation Anchorage. I suppose that is one form of character development, and I probably should have seen it coming. Oh well, long live the druggy psychopaths of America! :foodndrink:

All of the soldiers run over to the outside of the general's tent, Kaiden Emerges And begins to speak...

"My fellow americans... We recently lost a load of our trenches! and we need it back! but as you now, The reds won't let us just have it, Which is why, we have a new project! Called Operation T-51b... This as a new armour, AKA Power Armour, And we need some of you to step up and Enroll for this Job! You will be the Best Soldiers We Have, and under go even more training! It will not be easy, but it will be Rewarding!"

Alot of the soldiers surround Kaiden, Attempting to Enroll with the new Operation.

Stevens walked out of the medical tent and watched as the soldiers swarmed Kaiden. Apparently there was a new run for the T51-b power armor. Although this was not at all surprising, all of the hype was truly unnecesary. Stevens, who had been outfitted in the experimental prototype armor since the begginging of the Alpha trench conflicts, had grown tired of the looks of awe and wonder that he and his specially trained squad recieved. The armor protected well against stray bullets, and may even be enough to prevent death from a nearby missile impact, but it was uncomfortable and hard to fight in. Sighing, Stevens walked through the crowd, forcefully pushing privates and corporals out of his way. He stopped next to the swamped general, flashed him a smile, and turned around addressing the crowd. "SINGLE FILE MAGGOTS!" He let his words hang in the air as near silence fell. Immediately they fell into place. Satisfied with his results, Stevens walked off to his squad's tent.

He sat down on his bunk, and looked at the equipment that was sorted around the small area. On the right stood Alpha squad's armor and basic gear, and on the left was a line of weapon holders. He took a small inventory, checking to see what his boys brought home today. There were several Chinese assault rifles, a box filled with chinese pistols, and a case labeled 'Don not open until X-mas' which contained a Chinese stealth suit. He loaded the armor and weapons into a duffel bag, grabbed the ammo out of the mags, and walked the equipment over to the supply tent. It was there that he noticed something out of place. A shimmer, if you will. A part of the ridge overlooking the command tent seemed to move, but it was hard to tell considering the amount of snow that was falling. Shrugging it off as an effect of his lack of sleep, Stevens dropped the gear, and jogged back to the command tent.

OOC: Chinese snipa? Maybe it is time for an alternate character. Do you think I can make a chinese character too, Drakelius?

Weasel woke up lying on a bed, blood stained into his pillow. He opened his eyes more, revealing several doctors writing on clip boards and muttering to each other. He looked to his left, there was a soldier face bloody,sheets filthy, and a leg blown off. There was only one docor watching him, getting his pulse and other infromation. "Ugh. For God's sake! watch the dying kid! Ive beenthrough worse. Just look at my face!" the doctors looked at each other, then Wesel, "What the [censored]?! Keep that kid alive! Do what everyone thinks you do!" The doctors walked over to the other soldier's bed, Weasel saw a younger doctor, a beautiful woman, "hey there, little doctor girl, wanna come lay down with me? I got a big sumthin for you." The doctor looked at him with disqust and hurried to the other doctors. "Stevens!" Weasel glanced at the chair Stevens was in, he wasn't there, "oh God damnit."

good ol weasel's back [censored]a!