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For Info on th British S.A.S (Special Air Service) see this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Air_Service and for British Army Ranks please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Military_Ranks

After the great war Britain managed to keep its country together, still managing to keep its diplomatic system intact and its population. Life after the war was still difficult however, it took years to establish communication with the whole country and Raider organizations rose up and caused havoc for years to come.

In 2274 while still having trouble with raiders the country managed to pull its self together, communication across the whole country where finally established as the BA (British Army) started pushing back against raiders. By 2277 the raiders had been crushed by the BA over the years with high value organizations being tackled by 22 S.A.S Regiment Britain’s Special Forces that compromises of only two hundred men. The final battle of 2277 was held in the town of Bedford, it was the most violent battle that had been fought against the raiders with 22 S.A.S regiment playing a key role in the battle by assassinating commanders and by going on undercover stealth ops before the battle to rig explosives and by fulfilling full combat roles during the battle. Still keeping their training to the high level it was before the war 22 Regiment still remain one of, if not the most elite fighting force in the world.

In 2282 The NCR (New California Republic) combined forces with the Brotherhood of steel and Became The Brotherhood of California (The BC for short), the new alliance defeated Ceasre's Legion in New Vegas and shortly after established contact with the government of Britain and created an alliance as Britain saw them as the best hope of saluaging America. In 2284 the weather in America changed dramatically, as snow swept across the country the Mojave and many other parts of America turned into an arctic wasteland. Many Creature's of the wasteland died off such as Radscorpions and Cazadors due to the cold temperatures but creature's such as the Deathclaw adapted and survived adopting a winter camouflage.
The Enclave rolled in force to the area of New Vegas in the same year as the arctic weather change, with higher numbers and better equipment than the BC, needless to say war erupted. Losing the fight the BC sent out a distress call. Britain knew of the situation before the distress call was made, the NCR, The BC keeps in regular communication with Britain, their last update was the call for aid. The British Prime Minister Edward Finley replied with one message

"At some point over the next three weeks we will air drop in Red troop of 22 S.A.S regiment, they will assist you until your conflict is resolved, they may be one small team but do not underestimate them"


The Rp: You will be part of 22 S.A.S Regiment, Red Troop. You will be dropped into the New Vegas Area via Hercules transport; your first priority will be to set up a hidden base of operations. Then you will need to link up with The BC Leader. You will then aid in the effort against the Enclave. You are an elite fighting force, experts in your craft stealth, combat, explosives and intelligence, it’s time for the world to meet the S.A.S a second time. Remember, Who Dare’s Wins, Do you dare?.

Rules:

1. No character controll
2. no god modding
3. at least paragraph posts please
4.please only sign up if you think yo can be active
5. have fun
6. Dare

CS: use mine as a template

Name: Shaun Dowe
Callsign: Gamble 6 (On operation’s in combat or undercover theese names must be used)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Rank: Captain

Years in the Army: 18

Years in the S.A.S: 14

Time served with Captain Shaun Dowe: (that is for you guys, you can be a brand new member to red troop or you can previously know me)

Relationship Status: Married to Zoey Dowe

Appearance: Six foot with short black hair, small scar on his neck and a large one on his left elbow. Fairly muscular.

Amour: Everyone will be kitted out in the gear the guys in this picture are wearing http://images.tvrage.com/shows/7/6463.jpg but it will be in Arctic camo not black you can also customize it if you wish for example a Sniper might want a ghillie suit or a medic might want extra pouches for meds, everyone is also kitted with throat mics. You may have helmets or not that is your choice.

Specialization: (Everyone knows how to operate as a member of the S.A.S but you can have two skills you excel in if someone has already taken Sniper for example please don’t choose it we don’t need two snipers) CQC (Close quarter combat, covers everything from hand to hand to melee) and Explosives

Primary Weapon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M4_carbine with Suppressor, Under-barrel grenade launcher, Holographic sight, Laser sight and arctic camo

Secondary Weapon: http://www.eliteukforces.info/special-air-service/weapons/remmington-870.php Shotgun

Sidearm: http://www.eliteukforces.info/special-air-service/weapons/sig-sauer-p226.php

Other Items: 7 inch Combat knife, 4 Blocks of C4 2x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x flashbangs and 1x smoke grenade

Personality: On the outside Shaun is a typical hard as nails soldier but is not afraid to improvise to get things done, On the outside he's tough but on the inside he Care's for each and every one of his men. Sharp and tactical Shaun is able to think on his feet.

Bio: Shaun joined the Army at 16, he joined underage and lied about his age, he had seen the S.A.S save his home town of North Walsham when raiders attacked, this attack also caused the scar on his left elbow due to an explosion. When he saw them he idolized the sand beret and said to himself “That is going to be me one day”. He served for 4 years before going for regiment selection, he passed first time. He was almost refused for regiment selection when the army found out he’d lied about his age but the commanding officer of the regiment admired his enthusiasm and allowed him to go for selection. After joining the regiment he spent the four years dating a local girl in Hereford; after he'd past selection he married her before going after the last of the raiders in the battle of Bedfordshire. During the battle Shaun was a part of the initial stealth team that rigged explosives before the battle, afterwards her took part in the main assault and played a key role in taking down one of the high value raider leaders.
Shaun rose through the ranks quickly, gaining commendations for missions. Gaining the rank of captain and command over red troop he now has been told they are going to the US.

Boy I'm in too many RP's.

OOC: Short i do apolagize, the sign up for this is done elvis its not a sign up ive just been late getting the rp thread up

Shaun sat on a concrete block on the airfield, his wife Jade sat beside him. Civilians wern't meant to be on the base but when they where told they would be shipping out to the US command had allowed it

"Can you trust the team?" Zoey spoke delicatley as she held his hand

"They've all been with me around four months, but i trust them, but i trust you above everyone" Shaun looked into her eyes and the two smiled

"Excuse me Ma'am you need to leave the base now their flight leaves in half an hour, say your goodbyes" An MP approached the two ready to escort Zoey off base

"I love you, make sure to come back to me" There was a hint of tears in Zoey's voice

"I love you now and always will, I will come back to you" The two embraced and Zoey was escorted across the airfield and off the base, the two held each other's gaze for as long as possible. Once she was gone shaun walked up the ramp of the Hercules plane and made sure his gear was stowed and ready in the cargo hold. Wiping a tear from his eye he sat on the end of the ramp and waited for the rest of the squad

Jonathan sharpened his knife, his father said good-bye to him

"Good-bye son" He said as his father teared up

"Dad, i love you, don't get too old while im gone!" he joked

His dad was about 60, then, as he read his favorite book, The last of the Mohicans.A girl came up infront of him.

"Who the [censored] are you?" he asked

"Your secret admirer" the girl answered

"Your that one who caused the stir up on base like 8 times already, i mean like, chocolate boxes?" he asked

"Well, im sorry about that, but just want to sa-" she got cut off

"ALL SAS PERSONNEL REPORT THE THE PLANE!" A loud speaker announced

"Gotta run!" he said

He hopped into the plane, and sat next to his CO, Shaun.

The team’s resident medic was already seated in the plane, idly browsing through an old pretty worn magazine about tax-free, whatever that was. Apparently it was something that could be bought cheaply at airports back in the day, he heard the speakers though announce the rest of his crew to board the plane. Logan had no one to say to goodbye to, apart from his few friends but they had said their goodbyes months ago, the only thing that could count in a stretch was his dog but perhaps that wouldn’t really warrant among his squad mates.

Logan was seated in the back of the plane just beyond the wings on the left side of the aircraft, flipping through the magazine as he heard footsteps gaze lifting to quietly regard the persons that entered; recognizing the CO, but not the man that followed him. Logan made a note to remember his commanding officers rather than his squad mates, made being a doctor much easier, and made it easier should they get blown to pieces, after all the death of a stranger was different than the death of a fellow you knew.

Embarrassing...
I'm just going to stand over here.

OOC: I just saw this thread -_-

Soren Park

"Really Soren, you have to go NOW?" Kirren asked with a pout. Soren smiled at her and got dressed in his SAS attire. It was time for the drop into New Vegas and both of them were dreading the moment.

"Sorry...I'll promise to be back," Soren said with a smile.

Kirren started to feel teary eyed and hugged him. "Please stay alive...and please be careful when going to America. You've seen the Chinese texts..."

Soren nodded and left, giving Kirren a kiss. When he traveled here from Italy, the government was pretty wary of a stranger coming. And they should be, the whole point of the expedition to the U.K was to completely annihilate and colonize it. Of course that was until the two saw the massive army.

"ALL SAS PERSONNEL REPORT TO THE PLANE!" A loud speaker announced

Soren shuffled along the base and headed towards the plane and sat next to his new CO, Shaun.

Jonathan turned to Soren, who sat on the other side of the CO, Jonathan didn't know that much about his men, as he was new to Shaun's squad.

"Want a smoke mate?" asked Jonathan to Soren.

As shaun sat on the ramp of the plane John sat next to him without a word. Shaun watched Soren approach the plane, Soren was from Korea as far as he could tell he'd never asked. No one on the team had known each other long but Shaun trusted them all, they'd all been in the killing house using live ammunition, they'd been on ops and worked like clockwork but itf there was anyone he'd trusted the least it was Soren, to his recolection there has never been anyone of foreign decent in the SAS and it threw him a bit but at the same time he still trusted him.

They where just waiting for the other two in the squad, Victor and who Shaun considered to be his second in command Hamish. There was flight crew checking all over the plane making sure it would hold together in flight and that it had enough fuel for a round trip to the US and then back to the UK with no landing, he didn't know if his team knew but they would be parachuteing in and at that thought Shaun got up and checked the parachutes where stowed in the plane as well, they where. Sitting back down on the ramp he pulled out the picture of Zoey and looked at it, waiting for the rest of the team.

Soren Park

Soren looked at the squad with very critical eyes, seeing what and who to worry about. He was broken out of his train of thought when one of the squad mates broke the silence. Want a smoke mate?"

Soren shook his head. "I'd rather not...but thanks for the offer," he said, trying not to get too attached to the crowd. He watched as the CO started to do roundabout inspections on the parachutes and then took out a picture.

He smiled as Soren reminisced about the days in Italy where the sun was bright and the village of 6000 burst into life every day.

Victor Thornbury was seated on a wooden crate, his heavy boots resting on a conveniently placed rock next to it, in his hands was a very mangy copy of a 300 year old biography of Dwight Eisenhower, Statesman and Soldier. However he was not reading it, instead he had turned to the middle pages where the black and white photographs were. One of them was a picture of the Former US President in the Oval Office behind his desk, the caption read "The President gives his famous farewell speech, in which he warns the US people of the dangers of the Arms-Race and the Military-Industrial Complex".

"If only we'd listened" thought Victor, yet again, even if nuclear weaponry had never been invented, it would not have prevented mankind from [censored] the earth for its resources, leading to an inevitable clash of nations. However before he could be consumed by his ponderings a loud voice blared over the base.

"ALL SAS PERSONNEL REPORT TO THE PLANE!"

Victor looked up from his book, and, wrapping it up in some brown paper for protection, he placed it in his 'overflow bag' as he called his rucksack of curios and books, and strode off towards the waiting plane. He passed a man in Army uniform with tufty brown hair and three chevrons denoting his rank of sergeant, it was one of Victor's former Section Commanders from his Platoon, Arthur. Arthur and Victor shared a cell together in Falaise Castle in Normandy back when Victor was with the B.E.F. and after their daring escape they had become best friends and Arthur became Victors unofficial batman. He was visiting the base on a short leave.

"Arthur! Great to see you old chum!" Said Victor with a friendly slap on Arthur's shoulder.

"I was going to say the same mate" replied Arthur in his Estuary Accent.

"Sorry but I'm in rather a great hurry, tip-top secret and all that, could you please take this (he handed him the overflow bag) to my parents house, and ask mum to pay you"

"Sure thing, I'll be on the lookout some books to give to you when you come home".

"And I'll get you something from wherever I'm going to" Said Victor with a smile, "cheers!"

And with that, Victor broke into a run towards the plane and sat down heavily with the rest of his squad.

"Reporting Sir!"

Jonathan sat back down, and lit his cigarette, he opened a book that his dad gave him before he left for New Vegas


The Diary of a Young Girl was written along the side

He opened it, and started reading the old and dusty pages.

Then, he looked up to see a man he had no idea who he was, so he got up

"My Name's Jonathan" he reached his hand out to shake hands "Whats yours?"

Victor looked nonplussed.

"My name? My name is Victor Spencer Thornbury, I'm a former Grenadier Guardsman and this team's radioman, people call me posh (he laughed), no prizes for guessing why, I also act as a spotter if need be. That being said I'm damn good with a rifle, (he indicated to his SLR) but we've already got a supreme sniper in the form of Mad Dog who could kill a guy from a mile off. I was in the B.E.F. out in Europe for some time and I fought in Cumbria. Also, I was born in Lincolnshire, and my interests are reading, hunting, and collecting pre-war paraphernalia... and my life's dream is to open a museum of the pre-war world." He added hastily.

"So how about you?" He finished with a smile.

"MAD" HAMISH

Hamish awoke with a start, had he just heard something? He had been slleping the deep sleep of the thoroughly drunk, snoring loudly to himself as he dreamt of the highlands of home. As he strained his ears, trying to detect the noise that had woken him, Hamish rubbed his eyes. The speaker mounted in the corner of his room blared to life.

"REPEAT. ALL SAS PERSONELL REPORT TO THE PLANE."

"Oh [censored]. I'm late." Hamish cried, leaping from his cot and booting the frame of the next bed along. "Steve, wake up," he shouted at the man he had been placed with. As the other man began to stir, Hamish leant down and yelled in his face. "Steve! I'm [censored] late. Wake your lazy english [censored] up, I've still got business with Sterling. Do me a favor and make me a bacon butty, I'll be quick with the Major."

"Is this about what you heard him say about Park?" Steve mumbled, still half asleep.

"Aye pal. It's not on, saying [censored] like that."

"Hamish. You don't even know Park. You're going to get yourself shot mate, is he worth it?"

"Dinnae matter if I know him. He's part of the squad now. I'd do the same if it was "Posh", Dowe or even the yank. I'll be quick."

Hamish turned and dashed out of the room. He spotted the Major almost instantly. The toffee nosed [censored] was heading into the latrine block. Hamish smiled and breathed a small prayer of thanks. This would be fun. Quietly he followed the major into the room. He first checked the urinals, no-one was standing there. Then he quietly crouched down and scanned under the cubical doors. Only one pair of boots were visable.

"Major Sterling," Hamish bellowed, his voice filled with urgency as he hammered on the door, "You need to come quick sir, there's an emergency, I think someone might get hurt."

From inside the cubical he could hear the sounds of the major wiping himself and fastening his trousers. The door was snatched open and Hamish found himself nose to nose with the grey haired englishman.

"Well? What's the emergancy man?" The major demanded.

"It's the CO sir, he's about to be attacked. I think it's because he's a racist [censored] sir. But there is an angry scotsman whos going to do him in sir."

The major looked confused, "But I'm the...." Realisation dawned on his face a fraction of a second before Hamish's forehead slammed into his nose.

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Steve stood outside of the room and watched as Hamish came sprinting towards him. The short scotsman skidded to a stop and snatched the bacon sandwitch from his hand. He stuck a corner of the bread into his mouth and bit down on it, holding it in his mouth while he slung his pack onto his back.

"What did you do to him then?" Steve asked. He hadn't known Hamish for long, but he had realised why he had the nickname "Mad" fairly quickly.

"Flushed his head doon the lavy." Hamish mumbled around the chewed bread and meat as he snatched up his rifle.

"That's bad." Steve said, shaking his head.

"Get's worse," Hamish laughed, "He had'nae flushed."

Steve looked momentarily horrified, the doubled up laughing as he pictured the CO covered in his own faeces.

"Cheers for this pal." Hamish said, holding the sandwitch aloft. "But I'm really late, got to run. See you around." He called over his shoulder as he turned ans began sprinting for the plane.

Hamish arrived just as the ground crew were giving the signal to close the doors and begin take off. The scotsman crashed up the metal stairs and hurled himself through the door. Landing in a heap on the floor. "Sorry I'm late pals," he said from the ground, "I had to have a quick word with the Major. So we all set?"

As I've never done an rp before, could I just ask what exactly goes on (for example what if a guy doesn't reply when promoted because they're doing something else).

OOC: Fattoler, we usually just pretend that character isnt there or we PM him/her whats going on

"Well, my interests are reading Pre and Post war books. Books hold knowledge, only if that forsaken generation listened...." his voice trailed off, thinking of his girlfriend he had so longed for.

"Ah, a fellow literary man, men like you are hard to find these days."