Bad quality image, but whatever, it was the best I could find [the better pics couldn't be saved].

Anyway, here's the new RP! All story goes in Bold font, as usual, and post your player profiles now rather than later.

August 2005-Hasbro Corporate Headquarters-Pawtucket, RI:

Soaker Enthusiasts around the globe had been waiting. Waiting years for Hasbro, the manufacturer of the Super Soaker, to make better guns. EES, SoakerTag, SoakerTag Elite, still not good enough. The quality could have been a lot better and so could the power. So, a few soaker enthusiasts had grown tired of waiting. Finally, they could wait no longer and decided it was time to take matters into their own hands...

Name: Crashdummy / Nick / Yeti (basketball name from being tall) :P
Gender: Male
Personality: courageous, relentless, energetic, intelligent, a veteran to the soaker world with lots of experience from wars long past, makes lots of snap decisions, likes going "Oh snap!" :o
Appearance: 6'2", 180 pounds, in shape but not buff, green eyes, brown spikey hair or fro, whichever I feel like having.
Clothes: Baggie sagged blue jeans with big pockets, tall white t-shirt, short cutnike socks, ipump2 RBK basketball shoes, awesome silver bling watch, two or three silver necklaces, spinner pinkey ring on right hand, wave ring on ring finger on left hand.
Main weapons: One highly modded 1-3-5 with the works, Black painted body, nozzle mod, 70 balloon k-mod, cvf, 3 liter resivoir expansion, trigger reinforcement, reinforced internals, rubber band mod, and a pump reinforcement.
One black Cps 2700 with a trigger reinforcement, 25 balloon k-mod, and a pump reinforcement.
Backup weapon: One Power Pak with the pack in a backpack, the wide spray nozzle drilled all of the way out for a shotgun effect, the gun in my pocket.
Gear: Navy blue (same as my pants) backpack, ten waterballoons in two extra long Wilson tennis ball containers, hundreds of unfilled water balloons, a water balloon filler hose attatchment, a qfd, tape, rope, a flashlight, a walkie talkie, lock picking set, one copy of the Jolly Roger's Cookbook, an A3 Razor Scooter, swiss army knife, day and night binoculars, a Zippo lighter, a really small WBL 2' long, and $200 USD.

Name: Duxburian/Rob
Gender: Male
Personality: Really smart, has accumulated vast amounts of battle experience, can plan ahead or improvise just as easily, very tactical, leads reluctantly but knows how to get the job done, especially under pressure.
Appearance: 5' 7 something", fast track runner but doesn't look like it, long black hair, Asian and hates it, too.
Clothes: Athletic shorts, grey t-shirt, old sneakers with lots of the rubber worn down from running, glasses, has a pair of running shoes also.
Main Weapons:
CPS 2500-modded, camo painted.
CPS 21K-painted black, "bushified" with burlap.
APR 2000-homemades have invaded RPs, too!
Backup Weapons:
APR 1000
Dual Chamber APH
PVC Piston Pumper
Douchenator WBL
Havoc WBL from the old RP [don't actually own one though]
Gear: backpack, 1000 unfilled water balloons, $530 cash, pocket knives, duct tape, flashlight, radio, 12 water balloons in tennis cans, iPod

Please don't bring or write in tanks, planes, or warships. Buses, cars, trucks, boats, etc. are fine to use in the RP.

Name: Chad naylor
Callsign: terminator "lone wolf"
Male

Personality: smart, an expert at long range and covert assault tactics. Ruthlessly effective. Does not stop until the job is done or his mission has change. Sometimes goes too far to eliminate the opposition. Vast tech and weapons knowledge base. Loves demolitions and blowing stuff up. Has given up on super soakers and moved on to more advance and sophisticated weapons.

Apearance: Wears combat boots, full woodland camo, has a tactical vest and assault backpack. Wears a camoed paintball mask with an intergrated night vision scope. (i love going crazy with wierd gear in RP's)

Weapons:
-time and patience
-stealth and accuracy
-a specops longbow paintball gun modified to shoot paintballs filled with water
-a large array of sighting mechanisms and scopes
-a large cache of explosive-based water grenades
-a seemingly endless supply of water filled paintballs
-a CQB modified tippmann a5 paintball gun
-P7a1<prototype paintball minigun>
-P2a1<prototype revolving cannon/WBL>
-P3a1<prototype clip fed compact cannon/WBL>
-P23a1<prototype heavy assault cannon/WBL>
-a large cache of other pioneering long range soaker weapons(which i have yet to reveal)

I thought i would have some fun and include most of the WBl's and stuff i am planning here lol, i will use most of this stuff in moderation, but its fun to have in my arsenal none the less.

Name: Snake/Wild Boys
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality: Always positive and looking on the bright side, caring, willing to help in tough situations, excited, always on the look out for new things.
Appearance: Stealthy (people don't notice I'm there sometimes!), getting taller, working on toughness.
Clothing: Dark jeans, black top, trainers and a bandana.
Main Weapons: Camo Painted CPS 1500 with Sniper Scope and Laser Site, CPS 3000 Camo Painted again with Sniper Scope and Laser Site.
Backup Weapons: XP 35, XP 55's, XP 95's
Gear: A backpack full of gadgets and tools, medical kits.etc. Some include thermal goggles, power torch, microphone, rope, binoculars, mobile phone (Nokia 7610), radio, knife, ultra long range laser, wireless Hi-Tech Laptop, Digital map and destination point locator, fun snaps (you'll get to know what they are eventually), flare gun, lighter, a remote control spy car with a video camera, a load of water bombs, a 2 Litre water bottle, nice food and most important of all money!
Vehicles: Speed Boat, Quad Bike and a Ferrari 360 Moderna.
Locations for Vehicles: Secret Lock-Up Garage

Name: Nobby (seriously don't ask)
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Personality: Calculating (to the point of coldness), witty (but can get irritating), extreme pessimist, constant state of acute depression.
Appearance: I blend in. Well dressed, but nothing noticable.
Clothing: Grey 3/4 shorts, black shirt, sunglasses.
Main Weapons: Camo Painted CPS 12000 with nozzle selector mod
Backup Weapons: None. Travelling light on this one.
Gear: A backpack to store stuff in, holding: Multi-tools, water balloons, throw downs (possibly the same as the fun snaps of wild boys... but not sure). Water bottles, a large wallet.


Trying to stay true to life with mine... hence the lack of a too many guns, laser sights (oh please), ferraris, and other such ego boosting bullshit.

5 players so far...lets wait for a few more before starting. This RP should be realistic, unlike RPs of the past. Plus, the enemy here will be smart, much more so than the Tempests of old. At the start, nobody knows about this or is gathered together yet.

But the old RP's of the past were fun, and notice they managed to last a lot longer than the "realistic" ones. In reality if someone tried to attack hasbro HQ then they would be arrested. So, i suggest that we have the attack on a sunday, when all the cops are out for doughnuts :).

EDIT: im looking for a few elite members to join my crack assault team. If you like covert ops and feel up to douching the hasbro security computers PM me.

This isn't like the WGN RPG where they had teams forums and all that. If you want to make alliances and that stuff, write it directly in the story.

This also isn't going to be one of those long, 200+ post epic RPs either, unless the writers develop some interesting twists in the story.

Oh, but epic RP's are fun! oh well... wild boys, I want you in my attack squad. Your vehicle could be useful for transporting some of the heavy weapons.

Name: Janeil/XP20Warrior

Gender: Male

Personality: Nice, friendly, short-tempered when angered. Doesn't like bongo teenagers. Likes teamwork a whole lot!

Appearance: 5' 6 , thin, short black hair, Indian, glasses.

Clothes: Navy blue athletic shorts, yellow nylon sports t-shirt, white sneakers, .
Main Weapons:

CPS 3200.
XP-70 XPS Mod, nicknamed the "Imperial Blaster"

Backup Weapons:
2 Storm 500's
1 XP-15
1 XP-20

Gear: Backpack, 300 unfilled water balloons, $90 cash, pocket knife, binoculars, flashlight, radio, 3 water ballons in waist pouch, 1200 plastic restraint ties, HAMMER Hack on USB JumpDrive.

USS Novastar, NCC-8054, Class Pleiades Heavy Cruiser, 1993 Mazda 929, Tan.

Special: Valid normal driver's license. Although no planes, am student pilot. Can drive class B commercial delivery vans, although not certified. Can bypass tech security. Can navigate througout structure.

And my cousin.

Name: Britney/XP20Warrior

Gender: Female

Personality: Friendly, loves kids. Likes teamwork a whole lot, too!

Appearance: 5' 5 , thin, short black hair, Indian.

Clothes: Black athletic shorts, white nylon sports t-shirt, white sneakers.

Main Weapons:

CPS 2500.
Max-D 5000

Backup Weapons:
XP-220

Gear: Backpack, 250 unfilled water balloons, $230 cash, night vision monocular, flashlight, radio, 3 water ballons in waist pouch, 1200 plastic restraint ties, pliers, wire strippers.

USS Persephone, NCC-8054, Class Odyssey Heavy Cruiser, 2005 Honda Odyssey, Black. (Same van from WGN!!)

Special: Valid normal driver's license. Can drive class B commercial delivery vans and 53' freighters. Can access computer systems.

Name: Falcon 5
Gender: Male
Personality: Optimistic, calculative, long-temered, sarcastic, funny,
Appearance: 5' 5 , robust, medium length black hair,
Clothes: Dark Blue Nylon shorts and tee-shirt, brown boots
Main Weapons:CPS-4100. SC-600
Backup Weapons:
XP-20
XP-215
Gear: Backpack, Pocketknife/utility tool, binoculars, extra water, trap/mine setting equipment, portable QFD, laser pointers/sights, walkie talkies. Unfilled water balloons, lot's of cash and a lot of other assorted equipment
Special abilities ( :P ): Good commander, can be very stealthy

I think we've got enough to start. If you didn't get to add a profile before the RP starts, just add it anytime. Remember, keep it somewhat realistic, Hasbro's guards and other people are to be smart, unlike the Tempests from the other RPs, and niyt on the planes, navies, and tanks!

Duxburian was sitting at home, reading posts on water war forums. He noticed one post in particular. It read:

If Hasbro won't make quality soakers, then let's take matters into our own hands. Meet at the Oak Grove Cemetary in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, at 11 PM EDT on Friday, August 12th. Hasbro Coroporate Headquarters is nearby. We will attack and infiltrate the compound, and force Hasbro to make better guns! Bring your weaponry, hacking skills, and/or anything else that could be of use. If you choose to arrive in Pawtucket earlier than Friday, keep a low profile and keep your gear hidden. The people at Hasbro might have some tricks up their sleeves, so be on the lookout and stay vigilant at all times.
-Skipper 345

After reading that, Duxburian wasted no time in gathering up his guns and gear. It was 6:23 PM on Thursday. He then left and boarded a train for Pawtucket, delighted to once again be in a fight.

Name: Aaron
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short 5 feet 1 inch, Brownish-red curly hair that he doesn't attempt to alter.
Personality: Optimistic normally but can be very cynical with things he doesn't like, easy going, resourceful, focused, intelligent (if needed).
Clothes:
Shirt- Worn green sweater with hood (unless summer) or t-shirts of various colors
Pants- Light green pants, blue jeans, or shorts of varying color
Gear: Whatever balloons he can find in his house, water gun, A2 scooter, green hat, electrical tape, pocketknife, and everything else he can find around him
Main Weapon:
21k with nozzle selector mod
Water balloons that can detonate before hitting
CPS 4100

Backup:
Douchenator Design WBL (once he fixes it)
Lightning
XP 240
Liquidator w/ CVF
$100

Terminator knew that something like this was bound to happen eventually. He immediately mobilized his large transport truck, with his portable arsenal inside it.

Aaron read the same post and assembled what water guns he had. He rushed to the next bus headed to Pawtucket, hoping he would make it in time.

Not far from Patwucket, the USS Persephone and the USS Novastar were crusing at 70 MPH down the Interstate.

"You there, Brit?" Janeil asked over his handheld walkie-talkie. He sighed, drinking a sip of soda they had gotten earlier from McDonalds that morning.

"Yeah, we'll redevouz with the rest of the people, and see if we can get something done here. I'd really like to grab Hasbro's executives and get them moving." She replied.

"I know. How's it looking?"

"I've got gas, but I wanted to fill up the water tanks before reaching them. Try to stop off at a truck stop gas station. They'll have a water hose supply."

"All right." I consult the GPS system. "We've got one the next two exits."

As terminator was driving along, he saw a distinctive vehicle, the persephone, wihch had served his team well in earlier wars, and another, newer vehicle driving in formation with it. He picked up the vehicle-mounted long range radio, and hit the talk button: "this is terminator, Janiel do you copy? Over."

"Terminator?" Janeil jogged through his memory. "Hunter, right? Yeah, I remember you. I guess you're going to Hasbro HQ, right?"

"Yes, and bringing the whole damn arsenal with me as you can see. You forgot your OVER. Shape up, if we dont strictly adhere to radio protocol, we could blow the whole operation. " terminator turned the large truck into the next exit to get gas.

Hey, if you switch to walkie-talkie band, we got it coded. Besides, the only people who might be listening is the local airport, so relax."

Janeil swung the Mazda behind the Persephone and Terminator's truck to the gas stop.

"Its the truck stop, Terminator." Britney reminded him. She turned into the stop and came alongside the RV parking, where there was water, waste, gas, and electrical hookup.

"I'll start taking on water, gas for whatever we used since this morning in Baltimore, gas for the generator, and gas for the reserves." Britney turned off the van and got out.

"All right. I think my tire needs air. I'll fill up my reserve fuel tanks." Janeil replied.

"Blah blah blah blah blah" the person next to Aaron was saying, or at least sounded like. He couldn't wait to get off at a rest stop. The bus didn't exactly smell right and the guy next to him was busy blabbering about his 5 ex-wives. Like anyone cares about that though. Aaron got off the bus at the stop and saw some familiar vehicles. He went up for a closer and saw some soakers in the back of one. He ran back to the bus to get his supplies. Someone was definitely going to Hasbro. He turned on his radio and went to the bathroom. "Hello, Can anyone read me, I am at the exit 27 rest stop, Some Guy over."

Britney stopped as she pulled the handle for gas. "What, this is the USS Persephone for refueling, over."

Janeil just finished putting air in his tire. "We got someone to help. They can ride with me."

"All right." Britney hooked the hose up to the Persephone's water reserves and started to pump water.

7:52 PM, Pawtucket, RI:

The train finally arrived in Pawtucket. Duxburian hailed a taxi and from there was driven to a Marriot Hotel. He checked in and deposited his gear in his room. He thought to himself, "I wonder if Hasbro knows we're coming by now. Hopefully they don't pay much attention to the forums, cause I need some time to find any others that might be here or on their way."

He then left with the APR 2000 and a can of water balloons, in search of a rental car.

Aaron ran up to the Mazda. "Hi thanks for the ride, the bus was a pure nightmare. what should I do now?"

"my radio uses WT coding, so we're good. it will take a while to fill my oversize tanks. Hey, you guys took camo and some good tac gear right? cause we're going to need it for covert ops. " Terminator went into the bathroom and charged in with paintball pistol drawn when he heard radio communication inside...

EDIT: oops, i missed some....

OOC:

USS Novastar:



USS Persephone:



NOTE: INFORMATION PROVIDED WAS FROM CLASSIFIED SOURCES.
AURORA SECURITY COUNCIL

Stats for Persephone:

Airtight 60-gallon intregated roof tank, with 25-gallon reserve. A compressor will compress it, and you can have about 2 active QFD's.

The heart of the pressure system, the PHM can keep the tank pressurized, and can draw water from virtually any source. Pressure drawn from 2 Campbell Hausfield FP2020 Air Compressors, pressure can be witheld for longer periods of time, Two Gould AquaBoost II pumps can pump water at a high rate and draw water into the tank from rivers, streams, and lakes via an external hose.

BTW, this is all realistically possible. I've done months of research.

Lol, actually do to my complexion it would probably be a mix of pale faced and red faced (if possible) If I saw someone burst into my gas station stall brandishing a paintball rifle.

Some Guy was as Hunter stated pale-faced from the intrusion. After looking over his intruder as you might call it he realized he was likely Hunter. After pulling his pants up he said "You know, this is kind of what radios are for, and I assumed this would be private enough but, heck sure the bus was torture. I already have a ride with Janiel."

"You're welcome. You can stow your gear in the back of my trunk, while Britney finishes filling up." Janeil folded up the air hose, and went back in the car.

"My nitros are ok, all supercharged stuff are online, and I'm full of gas. Britney?" Janeil looked over at Britney.

"I'm good to go, Commander. Terminator, follow us." Britney closed the van doors.

Janeil unlocked the door for Some Guy to get in. "Make yourself at home in the shotgun seat." A 15" LCD computer monitor dominated the passenger dash, with keyboard. Several switches were attached on a console on the ceiling, some lighted. Janeil clarified his confused look.

"This car was an experimental project by my home business, Mekhu Enterprises. This was part of the Star Cirrus project, to create the ultimate storm-chasing vehicle for metereologists. This was the first prototype. Doppler Radar, GPS, wireless internet, and a 650 mile range."

"Thanks, this looks like something a kid in my class would draw." said Aaron and he got in the car.

Dinner

A Black 2004 Ford Mustang pulled into the gas station. It stopped besides a car, which was unusually placed in the RV lot. "Falcon 5, over?" He called on his radio.

During the drive, terminator suddenly remembered something, and picked up his radio: "Janiel, you are going to need to take a couple of my P3a1's for your job: douching the surveilance camera room." Terminator consulted the truck's on-board computer to find what he had brought with him, it read:

1x P2a1
4x P3a1
1x p7a1
10x sets of fusion camoflage
1x P23a1
1x P17a1
8x P4a1

The list went on and on, but terminator knew it by heart, and almost didnt even bother checking every time.

"Grr, what now?" Britney shifted from D to P. "This is Persephone, what is it now?"

"Its Falcon 5." Janeil replied. He started the car as wireframes and diagnostics flashed on the computer screen. "He helped us in some previous wars. He's here to help us against Hasbro."

"Oh yeah, well, I was only involved in operation "Assistance in Atlanta". She mumbled, red-faced.

"Uh Terminator, we might wanna leave that intact." Janeil replied. "To defeat technological corporation like them, we'll need to use the systems."

"I'll take care of the cameras, don't worry." Britney had a mischevious look on her face.

"no, the central surveilance recievers must be destroyed, because the computers are linked to sub surveilance stations all over the buildin, including one at the command center. An alarm will go off and the police will be notified if we try to sever the connection"

OOC: ATTN!! DON'T LEAVE THE TRUCK STOP!!!!

Duxburian found a rental car, and drove straight back to the hotel. "The Douchenator is a good thing to have, just in case something happens." After getting back into the car with Douche in hand and more water balloons, he pulled out onto a local road and turned on the radio, searching for any activity. On channel 29, he finally heard something...

"We've spotted several suspicious looking vehicles parked at a truck stop."

"Keep an eye on them and see what's going on. I've just found out that an attack is planned against our own compound, and it will fail. I suspect it's those same fighters from the old Tempest Wars. Their successes have gotten to their heads."

"We've identified one of the vehicles as the Persephone, definately from the old wars."

"Watch them closely and follow them from a distance if they pull out. I'll send more spies out into town. Don't lose them."

"Over and out, sir."

"Well that's not good", thought Duxburian, as he started searching for a truck stop.

"Enough chatter," Said Falcon 5. "Let's get moving."

Terminator got on the radio, searching for dux, their old time commander. "Dux do you copy over? " He then went over to janiel: "this is fairly close to their HQ, we might as well set up an outpost here."

Duxburian heard a call from the radio addressed to him. He hurridly responded, "This is Duxburian, whoever this is if you are at the gas station, MOVE now, you're being watched!"

"Persephone, this is Dillinger Control."

That was the control center in Tennessee that monitored all of Janeil's communications for all his registered vehicles. Dillinger was a computer with advanced Japanese AI.

"Go ahead, Dillie."

"We have monitored several radio transmissions from the target installation in Patwucket, Rhode Island. ICOM-2 decomissioned Russian sattelite has recorded it:

"We've spotted several suspicious looking vehicles parked at a truck stop."

"Keep an eye on them and see what's going on. I've just found out that an attack is planned against our own compound, and it will fail. I suspect it's those same fighters from the old Tempest Wars. Their successes have gotten to their heads."

"We've identified one of the vehicles as the Persephone, definately from the old wars."

"Watch them closely and follow them from a distance if they pull out. I'll send more spies out into town. Don't lose them."

"Over and out, sir."

"Corporation spies, huh? Thanks for the warning."

"You are welcome. Dillinger control out."

Janeil glanced at Britney. "Britney, did we complete the 001-Star Cirrus retrofit on Persephone?" He asked in Hindi, deliberately changing to his bloodline language.

"Giha, Ai?" Britney replied in the same language.