Ok so I am a huge dork, but we all knew that already. What I am going to start doing is something I have been doing for Star Wars Galaxies for a few months now, and that is a semi daily blog in-character. I will be creating my character and flushing out his personalility in this blog and allowing him to become, evolve and live. You will quite literally be seeing the character I blog about in-game, he will act just like I am describing. I invite any other RP'ers out there to join in and start your own journals.

I will be starting my character off in the present day and will only start bringing in knowledge of the gate the closer we get to launch. Just letting you know where he's coming from. Please feel free to leave comments and suggestions.

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March 10th, 2008. Undisclosed location, Joint Special Taskforce Recon team Mjolnir. Personal Jounrnal of Lt. Armen Taslo AKA "Tas", "Tas-maniac", "Preacher", "Shield". Squad leader of the Joint Special Taskforce Recon.

0618

It's been three stinking month's in this abysmal jungle. Following clue after lead after rumor. The team is holding together, we're Jesters after all. This is what we do. But everyone here is wondering what exactly we're looking for here. The man was last seen half a world away. But who knows, maybe he cam here for vacation.

Three years in the Air Force as a PJ was certainly good training for this group of misfits. Jumping in behind enemy lines to evac some poor sap under heavy fire would be a welcomed distraction to the days and weeks of boredom we've been suffering here. I keep my team ready though surprise inspections on their weapons and ammo; daily mental exercises to keep them sharp. I know the fish in my crew doesn't enjoy answering to a fly-boy but the grunts I've got keep him in line. The Major's team seems more relaxed but I wonder if that's such a good thing. We are after all deep inside an actively hostile country’s borders on a mission that doesn't exist to anyone. But he's the Major and he knows best, or so he likes to keep telling us. Let's hope he's right. Off to chase down another lead. The Major's team is taking point, my boys are providing cover. This is why I keep my snipers honed. Should be back in about 4 hours.

1943

Son of the Sith! That lunk headed jacklope is going to get us all killed with his antics. The glorious Major decided to storm head long into an unsearched cave. What's that I said, 'allow my team to recon the cave mouth and have the teams leap-frog in with two members at the cave mouth as a rear-guard'. I couldn't have said that! That would have been a GOOD idea.

Instead me and my Marine snipers got a good workout taking out the baddies that swarmed the cave entrance twenty minutes after the good Major blundered into it. Several still made it inside despite our Herculean efforts. My boys didn't miss a shot dropping 12 and 16 MFD's respectively. MFD is what we're calling the hostiles here since we can't take any prisoners they are all Marked For Death. Grimm I know, but so are the terrible things these bastards have been doing to their own people and abroad.

Before the last of them had dived into the cave my SEAL was there laying down suppressing fire allowing my grunts and I to advance. I sent One to join the Seal on the left side of the cave while Two and I went to the right. Not risking a comm signal I bellowed the identifier call into the cave and gave it a two count before I lobbed a flash-bang in. Seal and I were the first in dropping the three MFD's that were acting as rear-guard for their comrades. We heard gun fire from farther in the cave and proceeded with caution.

One and Two showed us just how thorough their training was in their fluid movements through the cave. They made Seal and me look like lame ducks. It was about 90 seconds before we made contact with the next group of MFD's they were apparently heading our way to try and ambush us, only problem is we met them as they were heading through a narrow pass towards the rise to our position. It was over quickly. After about three minutes of cutbacks and roundabouts we came upon the Major and his men, pinned down by a group of twelve MFD's.

The MFD's were arranged around a low natural wall popping up in a random order to take shots at the Major and his men who were using a very slight depression for cover. I could see one man down with a wound to the forehead and the major was bleeding from a leg wound and a shoulder wound. I ordered grenades out and we let four fly into the MFD's. The low wall crumbled under the grenades and seven went down immediately. The coordinated fire of One and Two brought the last five down in short order.

I went to the Major and reported the enemy neutralized and began to check the soldier with the head wound for a pulse. The man had the nerve to order me, ORDER ME, ORDER ME to leave the man for dead and tend to his wounds. I told him I would see to his scrapes when I was done with the more serious injuries. So now I'm going to be up on charges of insubordination when we get out of here. If we get out of here.

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March 11th, 2008. Personal Journal of Lt. Armen Taslo. Undisclosed Location with JSTR.

0610

We burried our comrade last night in a deep grave. I read the last rights over him. It was a long night. The burial was just the begining. After we finished up I spent an hour and a half getting a dressing down from the good Major. The man has perfected the backhanded compliment. He managed to tell me what a great job I did in saving his hide while beratting me for not stopping them all before they entered the cave and for therefore letting his man die. If we're out here much longer I may beat the man.

After my dressing down I took confessionfrom the flock and talked with the others, making sure everyone was holding together. They may seem like the toughest men this side of Heaven, but most are still boys, heck I'm not much older than most of them. We need each other though and we need to know that each man is all there when the time comes. It's not easy keeping faith on a mission like this, isolated out in the jungle for months, no sign of civilization, but we endure.

1425

It's time again. Another lead and me and mine are on cover. The good Major is taking point again. I hope he doesn't get anyone else killed today.

2340

Blood doesn't seem to want to wash out anymore. What a disaster. We descended on a small village that the manwas supposed to be hold up in a little after 1530. All was going wel, as it always does before Hell breaks loose. I had One and Two on opposite sides of the village with clear fields of fire for 85% of the village, including into several structures. Seal was on cutoff detail near the river that backed the village on one side. He had already placed charges on the three boats tied up there and had his SAWtrained on the dock from his cover. I was laid up covering the village from a third vantage point which overlapped both One and Two's fields. We were ready for anything.

Except the good Major. His team of three was down at the village, ready to break cover and enter building number one when it happened. The man stuck his head out. Litteraly out of the window of Hut #3. The headwrap, the filthy beard with the hilarious white streaks and that ugly ugly face. The face that the whole world wanted to see either in triumph over the burning wreckage of the west or for the rest of us spitted on a pike while school children spit upon it.

And that wasn't the worst part. No the worst part was the bellowing battle cry of the good major as he charged blindly into the village. Then things really went south. And by south I don't mean directionaly. As it turns out this was no village so much as a staging area for the Man and his cronnies. From each hut came two to four armed men. Not waiting for the good majors signal, One, Two and I opened up on the bad guys. For the first minute we were succesful at keeping them off the good Major and his luckless charges. Our coordinated fire fell seven men before the first bullet reached our compatriots.

The soldier on the good Major's right went down with a wound to the upper thigh and the soldier on the left with a shot through his throat. I was out of my pearch and running down to the village before either honorable men hit the dirt. My rifle slung across my back I charged through the brush as One and Two downed three more of the enemy. The villagers were returning fire inefectually against my men as I broke onto the flat ground, myP-90 raised and raining fire on the closest combatants. For three blissful seconds the world was going our way. Men fell to our fire and we kept our ground. Then the good Major fell, the Man stood before him a whicked smile on his face and a smoking gun in his hand.

On instinct alone I with drew a flashbang and lobbed it at the Man and dove into the nearest hut. As the earth flashed out and all sound was driven out I dropped the two unlucky men in the hut one with a few rounds to the face and the other with a barrage to his unprotected chest. I could hear voices and gun fire, but it sounded as though it was coming in through a heavy fog and from a great distance. I dove out the small window and began firing as targets came to bear. Men fell all around me and I realized One and Two were still raining certain death from their vantage points above the village.

I tucked down low and crept forward shattering bones and wood as I fired between houses and under raised porches. I poked my head around the house I was laying up against and immediately pulled it back as the Man fired three shots towards my head. I feinted a withdrawl and end around by tossing my 9mm in the low brush behind the house. Hoping the Man had taken the bait I began to move forward when the shot tore through my ankle. Without a scream I withdrew a little farther back so the Man could not land another shot. Glancing under the porch I saw the Man doing the same thing. My hearing was still muffled but my eyes saw just fine the wonderful site coming up behind the man.

Knowing I needed his attention on me I let out a stream of fire and hobbled a few feeble steps forward. The Man fired at me again, three shots zipping wide to the left of my foot and two a hairs breathe to the right. I felt more than heard the clip from his pistol fall to the ground and before he sent off even a single round in my direction i felt a heavy thump reverb through the ground. Looking under the poarch I smiled at the Man's prostrate form.

I stumbled around the nearest hut and stopped just before the scum bag with the ugly face that lay face down in the dirt. I spat on the form and signaled One and Two to come down to us. I knealt next to our man with the leg wound and checked for a pulse. I found one, weak and thready but there. I applied a preassure bandage and morphine surret before stumbling to the one with the upper body wound. He was dead, his blood pooled underneath his body, creating a small depressing lake. Lastly a approached the good Major's form.

I didn't need to check his pulse, heck I had to use a wrist because there wasn't enough left of his head to know who I had in front of me. There was no pulse. I signaled Seal to prep one of the boats and we took off down river after loading the bodies and our wounded friend and the now medicaly unconscious Man. After the first bend in the river Seal detonated the charges he had left on the remaining boats, the dock and in a couple of the huts before we had gotten underway.

I have signaled our contacts and we're expecting extraction in less than an hour. Our job here is done. I certainly hope it has been worth the terrible cost.

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March 14th. Stateside debriefing and mandatory quarantine.

We got evaced in little birds to a carrier the HQ on the other side of the DMZ

bad terrain. I sent the first three with the bodies of our fallen brothers. Thankfully they remembered the body bags this time. It was somber and heartbreaking work digging them up and placing them into the bags. But they deserve a heroes burial on their home soil. I will not let them remain MIA for the rest of eternity. They were then transported by Blackhawk to a medical frigate out at sea where they would be autopsied and prepared for transport back home. As the little birds touched down I made sure each man was securely loaded in and that he had all his gear with him. Our campsite was goin to be little more than a blackened splotch of earth in a few minutes. As the last bird let down I hauled the Man to his feet and shoved him none too gently towards our ride.

Shots began to ring out of the jungle and I had to literally pick the Man up and toss him into the bird. I shot back into the jungle as our pilot made our bird dance and climb. He sure knew how to handle that little heli. We were no more than a minute out from the RZ when the timers expired on the charges I had left. A great orange and yellow ball, like a miniature sun blasted out of the jungle and in it's wake left a charred and burning scar on the landscape.

My men were waiting on the tarmac when I touched down. One and Two looked pissed and Seal just looked hostile. I asked them what was going on and they informed me that MP's were on the way to arrest me for insubordination. I actually began to laugh and the three gave me worried looks. I let them know that our brig was better than still being out in the jungle. They began to laugh as well and when the MP's pulled up we were still chuckling. They gave us a concerned look and dropped their hands to their hands to their sidearm.

I stopped laughing at that point and asked the MP's if they really thought they could out draw us. One had rifle in hand with the breach open, Seal had his Saw resting on his shoulder and a wicked smile on his lips and I already had my grandfather's K-bar out and resting loosely in my hand. The MP's turned white and I signaled my men to relinquish their weapons. They did in a roar of raucous laughter and the MP's turned scarlet.

They informed me of the charges and walked me to the waiting Jeep. I signaled my men with a simple gesture and they smiled as they headed for their barracks and the first hot shower they had had in months. I was surprised that the MP's were not taking me to the brig but instead to the CO's command center. They stopped right in front and gestured for me to get out and head in the doors.

I obliged and only turned on them three times during the long walk to the CO's office. By turn on them I mean whirling around on them and making a loud noise to make them jump. MP's are so gullible. I entered the CO's office with no fanfare or pomp. He was seated behind his desk, his grey head scanning papers in front of him making disappointed grumbling noises as he ran a black marker through sections on the page. He sniffed the air and jerked his head back offended. He looked at me with a mixture of disgust at the stench and amazement at my appearance.

A very long story short, I was dressed down for my insubordination but lauded on my achievements in the field. He asked my opinion on the good Major's decision to charge, I told him I didn't have one and he sent me off to, in his words, 'shower until I can't smell myself' and that was day one in quarantine. Come sun up we'll be free of the quarantine and be able to actually give full debriefings. For now we wait.

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March 19th Back in California

The powers that be have seen fit to give me and my remaining men leave. We're back in California and making the most of it. Day after quarentine we all got the special treatment by Internal, for us that's the lovely folks at the CIA. Talk about your oversight. It went well and all my men made it out clean.

I went and saw the fam, they're all doing well. Big brother finally moved home and little brother is engaged. The things you miss while savings the world. But they understan. That's why I love 'em. This job will be over, at least for me, someday soon and we'll get to really catch up then. For now I'm riding heard on my boys.

Odd thing happened today, got an official summons to the Commanding Officers office for tomorrow. Not sure how to feel about that. Either I'm in trouble for something my men did or I'm being redeployed. Either case is not all that appealing to me at the moment. I've seen all the parts of this world I want to, I'd much rather just stay right here.

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Mar. 20th

Well that has to have been the wierdest meeting I've ever had. I went in to see the CO and there was brass from all the branches there.  I've never been a huge fan of top brass, they're usually the ones who get me and my men killed. But anyways. After my actions in the field I was rather expecting to be run through by the boys in their dress uni's.  But instead they gave me a promotion to Major, a couple of new medals and left me alone with the head of the Air Force.

It was really wierd being in the same room with him. He's the most powerful man in my line of work and all. It was daunting. But then he started talking about my past work and how he appriciated my work in the North. Then he started asking wierd questions. Did I like traveling to new locals, did I really score a 1540 on my SAT's, did I really speak 5 languages, did I like to work with people from other countries and so on. After his barage of questions he seemed to think for several minutes, then gave me orders to report to Chyenne Mountain in Colorado. That was it. I ship in 5 hours, something wierd is going on.