damocles119

Introduction
APD Medical Personnel
AFD Training Certs for Medic
Mandatory Items
Pros & Cons
 
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**Introduction**

This proposal suggests allowing the AFD to train Constables to become Whitelisted Medics while on duty as police officers (referred to as Constables+). This initiative aims to offer added benefits and relaxed requirements, making it more appealing to the civilian population. The implementation is expected to take place over the next few weeks, to enhance cooperation between factions and civilians. *

(If passed within APD Command “expected to take place over the next few weeks” should not take longer than 2-3 weeks we are not the devs trying to push an update for 8 months)
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*APD Medical Personnel**

APD medical personnel prioritize their role as first responders and will adhere to all APD guidelines, with some minor adjustments. Their equipment will primarily consist of medical supplies rather than spikes and tactical gear unless they are SWAT-certified. Their main focus will be to revive fallen officers and support armed assaults, along with other critical situations. Medical personnel's backpacks will not contain equipment such as trackers, spikes, or anything related to combat or pursuit. Instead, they will be equipped with medical gear and a standard loadout appropriate to their rank.
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**AFD Training Certifications for Medics**

To ensure effective training for PD medical personnel, they must maintain the rank of EMT within the AFD faction. This requirement ensures they are well-versed in the medical guidelines established by medics. As a trade-off for balance, they can access this role on the PD at a lower rank. By committing to just 5 hours of activity within the AFD every three months, they remain “active,” providing a fulfilling alternative if they choose not to play as a police officer or civilian. This dual involvement enriches their experience and enhances their skills, enabling them to engage with both factions more effectively. Ultimately, this approach fosters well-rounded individuals who can navigate their roles proficiently by understanding the rules, expectations, and codes of conduct across the server’s diverse factions.
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**Mandatory Items**

- Defibrillator
- Gas Can
- 15 Blood Bags
- 15 Adrenaline
- Extra Food and Water (specifically Redgul, to help downed officers move faster into better positions)
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**Pros & Cons**

The advantages of being whitelisted for this role include having more active members available as medics to support their faction. However, a rule will need to be implemented that prevents medics on the police side from returning for two minutes after death. This rule ensures fair fights between civilians and police, maintaining balance in the game, which will only be waived during federal events, provided that no AFD medics are responding. For the AFD, this change promotes more roleplay opportunities and encourages players to keep the server active. It also fosters stronger connections between the AFD and APD, helping to maintain gameplay balance. Additionally, it could be noted that medics assigned to the police role will provide a full heal upon revival and will have cooldowns similar to those in the AFD (though not identical) while regular officers will retain their current cooldowns and offer a 75% heal upon revival. A key point to consider is that this change will not remove police officers from APD; instead, it provides officers with more incentive to pursue roles beyond just the corporal rank.
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(NOTE YES I KNOW WE HAVE THIS FOR CPL+ IT’S TO ADD THE WHITELIST FOR CONSTABLE+ WITH SOME TWEAKS AND COOL SHIT)

While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.
The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.
As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.
The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.
As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.
The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.
As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.
The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 
 
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While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.
The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.
As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.
The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.
As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.
The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.
As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.
The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 
 
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While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.
The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.
As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.
The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.
As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.
The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.
As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.
The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 
 
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While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.
The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.
As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.
The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.
As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.
The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.
As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.
The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 
 
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While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.
The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.
As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.
The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.
As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.
The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.
As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.
The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 
 
0:20
 

While I was on duty doing my service as a Cadet within the APD, we were tasked with a 911 Call. My unit responded to the best of our abilities, what came within this 911 Call scared me for life and left me emotionally damaged. As I went off duty to return home to my wife and family, I could not even speak to her. I cleaned the blood splattered all over my Uniform, my head was a mess. I had to contact his next of kin and they had some disturbing words to say about the man's downfall. But we all learned a valuable lesson today that you may only skydive once naked without a parachute.
The caller had reported a suicide attempt, and when we arrived at the scene, we found the individual lying on the ground, critically injured. As we rushed to provide medical assistance, I couldn't help but notice the eerie atmosphere that surrounded us. The silence was deafening, and the air was thick with an unsettling energy. It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered was the fate of the person before us.
As we worked to stabilize the individual, I couldn't help but think about the events that had led up to this moment. What had driven this person to attempt to take their own life? What demons had they been battling, and why had they felt that death was the only escape? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, threatening to consume me.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally managed to stabilize the individual, and they were rushed to the hospital. As I watched the ambulance speed away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. The reality of what I had just witnessed began to sink in, and I felt my emotions begin to unravel.
The drive home was a blur, my mind replaying the events of the call over and over again. When I arrived home, my wife greeted me with a concerned expression, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I simply nodded, my eyes welling up with tears as I made my way to the bathroom to clean the blood from my uniform.
As I scrubbed the crimson stains from my clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had settled in. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, and I didn't know how to keep my head above water.
The next of kin's words still echo in my mind: "He was a good man, but he had lost his way. He was consumed by his own demons, and in the end, they destroyed him." It was a harsh reminder that even the strongest among us can fall victim to the darkness that lurks within.
As I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the importance of empathy and compassion. We never know what battles others may be fighting, and a little kindness can go a long way. But I am also reminded of the importance of self-care and seeking help when we need it. The lesson I learned that day is one that I will carry with me for the rest of my life: even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, and it's never too late to seek help.
The memory of that 911 Call will haunt me forever, but it has also taught me a valuable lesson about the fragility of life and the importance of human connection. And as for the phrase "you may only skydive once naked without a parachute," it's a harsh reminder that we only get one chance at life, and we must make the most of it.
 
 
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