Command and Conquer GeneralsSomewhere in the Middle East.
Ranger Squad Pawn
Attack Group Player 1
A team of 6 Humvees loaded with five Rangers each accompany a group of 4 Crusader Tanks through the city. Knight-1 leads the group, followed by Knight-2, Bishop-1, Knight-3, Queen-1 (the ambulance), Knight 4, Bishop-2, Bishop-3, Knight-5, Bishop-4, and Knight-6, bringing up the rear. Rook-5 circles overhead, relaying information directly to the formation below as the creep through the hostile territory, ominously vacant of civilians.
"Command, this is Rook-5, I have a visual of hostiles with RPGs on the rooftops North-North-West of Player One's position, do I have permission to engage? Over."
"Negative Rook-5, you are not cleared to engage until they engage first. Over."
"Roger Command, Knight-1 be advised, hostiles possibly setting up an ambush two blocks ahead across from the destroyed building. O
District 4 Sweep - HL2There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it, leaving my quick lunch behind. As I opened it I saw David standing there, looking panicked with an SMG at his side. His chest also looked a bit different under his shirt.
"We need to go." He said quickly, grabbing and pulling me through the doorway. I didn't even have time to think. He dragged me down the staircase and I worried someone would see his gun and start a real panic. But nobody was around. I felt too much relief every second we avoided contact with other people to be suspicious. He stopped at the front door to my building and peered out into the street, weapon in hand. Then he looked at me and said "Come on, we gotta go." gesturing outside. The terror in his face made me forget what I was about to say to him to get him to slow down, and all I could think was to stay with him. If he was scared, everyone should be.
We dashed across the street which was also abandoned and into an alleyway next to the old warehouse that'd be
Otto Meyer's Medic Squad - HL2Otto Meyer and his squad of medics
Marcus was a rock if ever there was one. Black with a beard and mustache you could see some kind of fierce determination in his eyes whenever we got into combat. Nothing ever got to him. He was always in control of his emotions, which made him a great field surgeon and a better leader. Calculating and logical. Sometimes he'd go off and do something, or order the others to without any explanation, but it always ended up saving somebody's life. He was the only person, apart from Alex, to carry an SMG1.
Luke must've been a soldier before or during the Seven Hour's War; he had the discipline of a trooper. He was probably a sniper because he could shoot the wings off a fly without killing it at five hundred yards. Always clean shaven and hair short he had a bit of a round face and piercing black eyes. Along with his AR2 he kept a crossbow handy. And instead of carrying splints in his kit he had bolts. We joked that if he used them to splint your fracture,
Blast RadiusBlast Radius: 35 KM
Area of Absolute Destruction: 25 KM
The bomb destroyed everything nearby and all that was left of the rest of the city was half standing rubble. But this destruction would not be the last. Within minutes soldiers marched into the wasteland to search for survivors. Only problem was, half of them were on a different side. Skirmishes broke out across what was left of the city as opposing forces collided. Radio messages to command centers called for more help, even as the fallout caused the radiation levels to rise and the danger to increase. Black clad troops with blazing barrels and smoking gasmasks marched through the rubble. They would shoot a burst, pause, exhale, and resume in a macabre symphony.
A tank with a blue, white and red flag was struck by a rocket from in the distance where angry lead was. The massive behemoth stopped dead, turned and roared once into the debris. A figure darted up as jets of light shot past him, climbed the metal m
Antlion Siege - HL2A truck accompanied by two motorcycles, all with manned machineguns at their rears, burned across the darkening wasteland. A storm of dust billowed behind their tires as they frantically sped onward to the base, an old castle-like ruin barely closer than the horizon.
"They're coming!" the sentries yelled from above the entrance "Get ready!"
"We're almost there! Hang on!" A passenger yelled to the back of the pickup, where two of his comrades attended to a third man, bleeding and clutching his stomach.
"Medics on standby!" the captain yelled, and four rebels with white armbands painted with red crosses moved to the front of the crowd gathered in the large courtyard. The convoy splashed through the sand of the entrance, wheels locked, and the truck skidded sideways. Immediately the waiting rebels leaped forward and helped carry the wounded man down from the bed and to the center of the courtyard, where a wooden wall-less shelter stood over ammunition crates, medical supplies, and some pi