BigPapaBelial

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

And where has everyone gone?

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor shouldered his XM307, fully kitted out again, sans about 5 inches of armoring on the front of his suit. But that just went to show that he and Natalie are the pinnacle of all things infantry on the ground. He didn't step back when Natalie roared her own brand of noise. He waved a hand in front of his facemask though. He couldn't smell a thing, but he could appreciate how it worked. He chuckled, "You know, at this rate. I'm going to develop one hell of a fart fetish." He laughed softly then turned to look out over the devastation they had caused, admiring their handiwork. He smiled memorizing it, another thing he's proud of doing. What better way to pass the time?

Minutes later he turned and looked up as the Chinook came in. He crossed his arms as the Seals jumped down. His robotic suit, even torn up as it was made him intimidating. He hrmed, "You guys came at an opportune time. Bear and I did most of the heavy lifting, if there is anyone left alive in there, you guys get to sniff them out." He walked past them all as they spread out. He stepped up, stepping down heavy on purpose to make the heli bounce a little, and making the door man at the back door bark in surprise. He shouted to the front as he took a seat just opposite Natalie, "Get this whirlybird in the air! We got things to do." He sat down finally and relaxed he looked across at Natalie, and pulled his face plate down, giving her a wink and a smile.

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Nolan took a small hillock at speed, catching a little air, and coming down once again behind Andrew. He grunted and looked down into the valley again, looking for targets like they were told too. He had his Tac50 mounted on the front of the quad's front carry rack, right beside his own XM500 LRAMSW. Both rifles true beasts. He skidded abit on the path. He also had his PP2000, Striker and his M9 at hand, just in case. He also had a huge amount of APERS mines on the back carry rack, just in case. He hrmed into the comms as Andrew spoke, "Should I be bringing the Tac or my own XM when we get to Switchblade do you think?" He got back onto the track finally, taking up position 5 meters behind Andrew again, rolling forward. And coming to a stop beside Andrew when his friend stops.

He hrmed, spotting the truck just as Andrew called it out. "Right I see him." He swung his own XM up and into a firing position. Sniffling a little and clear his nose briefly, then setting eye to scope, quickly doping it out, and zeroing in the sights. He sat there for a time, feeling the pleasant bite of the coldness around them, his Canadian up-bringing making him mostly immune to the cold way up there. He waited, cocking the sight to a position where he could ambush shoot the lorry. He hrmed, "Get ready..." He waited, smiling brightly as the truck pulled into his cross hairs.

Nolan makes a living on firing a really big rifle. The Tac 50 McMillan Firearms Manufacturing LRSW/AMR is a big rifle. .50 calibre, firing 12.7 rounds in a variety of formats. Nolan fires a Tac 50 A1 variant of the rifle, without the recoil suppression of the A1-R2 model. So he knew how to take and disperse big recoil. But yet as the XM500 rifle fires, he rocks back and has to give out a woot of joy.

The round sails down, a HEIAP round, designed esspecially to make short work of vehicle and man alike. His target was the engine. Put that out of action and it'd make it loads easier to take out the rest of the truck. The round sailed in. Cutting a little, but the shot is true. And slams right into the engine, punches right through the engine block and buries itself deep in the engine. The round exploding shredding the inner workings. Nolan grins broadly as he pulls his eye away from the scope. He nods, "Say one thing about Barrett, they make a good...oh geez!"

He ducked a little as a chance burst of fire had made it's way up a fuel line and into one of the trucks fuel tanks, taking nearly a quarter of the truck apart. He chuckled, "Yep definitely make a good rifle."

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard got to his firing position, pulling his Lynx M6 AMR off his back, carefully, quietly he slipped into a firing position. The bipod extended, the cap off the ends of the scope. He took a moment, wiggled a little, and virtually disappeared against the mossy stones. He used part of his ghille to hide the top of his rifle, making sure no light hitting it caused any gleam or reflection. The honeycomb filter on the front lens of his scope broke up the blackhole that would be formed by the scope. All other things around him vanished, he could hear the team coms going off in his ear, but he didn't care at the moment. He'd entered the Zone. He set cheek to pad on the butt of the rifle, eye to scope. He quickly flicked his reticle from tower to tower, mentally doing calculations and estimates. He wasn't too far out of the compound, he'd barely have to adjust for any of the shots. Though the furthest tower from him would be a slight trick shot. The angle on it was such that he'd either have to shoot through a support on the tower, or go for a center-mass hold rather ten a head shot.

None the less he scanned the rest of the compound quickly, picking some choice secondary targets.

He waited, and at one point spotting Antoine slip into the building. He felt proud he was able to actually make the infiltrator for once. But the spot was so quick anyone else would have counted it as a trick of the light.

He settled all the way in. He paid no heed to a scorpion that crawled by him, or the massive tarantula that rested on his head for almost a full minute before it crawled off. He'd had ants scout a patrol across him in the past, felt mandibles bite into him, all manner beats step on him, these little creepy crawlies were nothing. He waited, and vaguely heard Imran in his earbud, "...Howard, open up!" He whispered into his mic, "Lasanga...going loud."

The land around the compound and the compound itself was as quiet as a night in the rainforest could get. No one saw anything really wrong. Nothing was amiss. The tower sentries watched their arches. And then, four mighty booms, like thunder, but without the lightning, roared into the night. Birds and beasts for almost 4 miles in every direction bolted. Four rounds from the semi-automatic heavy AMR spat out. Two rounds in the air at the same time at one point. Four sentries hit the floors of their tower roosts moments later. Three missing heads, one with a round that left a cantaloupe sized hole right in the center of his chest. He flicked his rifle sight over, watching the two DPVs arrive on scene. Then flipping over to get a bead on some of the first responders. He had six shots remaining in the ten shot clip of his rifle. And four more clips besides. He took out six more baddies.

The sound around him came back as his connection to the zone faded. He looked about then began to pack up, "Lasanga displacing, moving to alternate firing position. I'll cover the front door." He caught the empty clip as it fell free, sliding it into a pouch and sliding a full one into place, ten more rounds to do even more damage. He slid down off the out cropping an made for another position he had seen. He ghosted back into the foliage. He wasn't as good as Antoine, but he was still damn good none the less.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor finished emptying the drum mag, then was thrown several feet back as the shock front finally hit him. He stumbled and fell behind a pile of crates. And for a time saw nothing but darkness. He got up slowly, groaning, he didn't feel anything broken, he did feel where that large bullet had grazed him though. He got slowly to his feet and looked about. Spotting Natalie as she came forward. He walked over to the exoskeleton. He kneeled beside it and nodded slowly, not bothering to look up at Natalie, "I'm fine hun...what the hell is this? And why don't we have any yet?" He nodded to Natalie, "I'll be back in a sec babe." He grabbed the suit and the corpse within and started to pull it out to the entrance of the cave they came from. Once out he detached the fulton rig from his own suit and attached it to the debris. He then hit his mic, "Globemaster Perth, Globemaster Perth, this is Brute. Do you read?" Moments later the pilot responded, "Roger Brute, what's up?" Brutal dragged the suit out a little further into an open area that allowed for a pick up, "Got a fulton hook here for you. Pick up the contents, keep it stowed. This is 1000% hush hush, no one outside of us, you and command learns of this. Hell don't even let command know until we're done." The pilot tsked, "That big huh Brute? Roger, launch the ballon, ETA on your GPS 3 minutes." Victor reached down and pulled the ballon cord, watching it raise skyward. He stepped back and away, covering it, "Oh and while your at it Globemaster, drop us one of those resupply crates would you?" The Pilot chuckled, "Sure, we'll have to make another pass after this one for that. But you'll have it. Globemaster Perth out." Victor looked up at the huge plane passed over head, snagged the fulton line and then grinned as the big remains of the suit rocketed off. He then headed back inside to rejoin Natalie.

He arrived just in time for Natalie to ask him to contact Merlin. He pressed a hand to the side of his helmet, removing his face plate with the other. "Double Bs to Merlin, Merlin, radio line is secure. Bear has something for you."

He started looking around the cave while Merlin and Natalie spoke chiming in with, "Oh sure, just part of the job taking fire. But who knew it was going to be .50 HE? We're okay otherwise." He knelt beside a pile of weapon and armor pieces, looking them over. He sighed, "This is going fast. Make sure the other team members are on site when we get there. This is already like Hell's basement, if we don't take all this down, we're going to be looking at Hell times ten, and I don't feel like getting a time share down there just yet."

He got back to his feet and followed Natalie out. Smiling as the weapons resupply crate landed. He headed over, and grabbed somemore rocket reload packets, a few more drum mags for his USAS12s and slid a few more grenades into the cylinder no his back. He hrmed, "Should have up armored with some of those plates from the cave. Damn it. Ah well, what we have will work against anything up to 7.62. I don't think either of us are going to be able to take another 12.7 this operation." He snapped the feedline to his XM307 again, and wracked the slide. Grinning as a round slid into place, "Let's go make somemore friends shall we?" He reached up, reattaching his face plate, the HUD coming back online with a blur and short burst of static.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard had been firing off a few rounds on the gun range, making sure his aim was still true, and his scope in order.

He had been having a fun little time, trying to pull off ricochet shots on a target behind a concrete wall. When the call to mobilize had come. He grabbed his rifle, and bolted through the buildings. He'd ran to the armory and arsenal, reaching it just a little behind Antoine, and had grabbed his kit. His combat BDUs in black, grey and brown, padded gloves and boots, the ghille swung over that, going from casual to bush-wookie suddenly. He grabbed his carbine, his 'hawks and all his extra kit. Placing them where he can reach them in a reasonable fashion. He also quickly grabbed live rounds, and explosives, slotting them away. He also grabbed the tins of face paint he used. And made for the plane.

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Hours later, he had woken about 2 hours before, used to late and early nights while hunting. His stalks would take place in the dead of night or in the early morning dark. It didn't matter when you were a sustenance hunter. You had to eat. So he was wide awake and bushy tailed, and had been applying his face paint. The hunters mask taking shape bit by bit. A hand mirror and his fingers and a Popsicle stick being used to apply the paint.

He looked up at Antoine when she woke and he smiled, "I ought to take you on one of my hunts one day. Get you used to dead of night wakefulness." He grins playfully at Antoine. He then put his paints away in a pouch, stood up and moved over to get a parachute on, "Creator watch all of us." He grinned then pulled his ghille tight.

He caught air out behind Antoine. Woofing abit as the chute was pulled and they began to drift down.

He aimed for a clearing, it was close to the GPS point and wouldn't put him too far off course. He landed lightly, his moose bone handle knife whispering out and cutting through his cords, and shrugging his chute pack off, stuffing chute and pack under a tree to be recovered later. He tapped his mic, "Lasagna on the ground. Do you're thing Bluebird, I'll do mine. I saw a firing position just a little west of the base. It won't take me long to get there." He unshouldered his carbine and made into the foliage. Picking his way carefully, his eyes quickly getting used to the almost complete dark of the undergrowth. He vanished into the leaves, as he went he plucked fronds and leaves from the ferns and bushes, adding them to his ghille, customizing the suit to the environment.

He encountered a few patrols as he made his way to the firing location. Three man walking patrols with torches and flashlights, making their night vision poor. He took them out silently, then dragged them off their paths. This would make the other groups progress easier. He tapped his mic, "Three patrols down Bluebird, how does the compound look? ETA on my end, 2 minutes. Team Two, you ought to start your landing soon. Once I start firing things will light up pretty fast." He continued to jog through the undergrowth reaching an out cropping then began to climb, already a grin on his face, as he now got to do what he did best, make a long range mess of people. He never missed, and he was going to prove that soon.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor was bringing up the rear, gunning down any insurgents that managed to survive the fiery onslaught of the woman ahead of him. There weren't many, so he also spent some time mining out side rooms with grenade fire and C4 blocks. He was reloading his USAS12s when the monster suit appeared. He stopped, and even before Natalie told him to try rockets and grenades he had already raised his XM307 and rapid fired several rounds, and emptied his left side rocket pods on it. From his angle it looked like they were good hits, then the smoke and flames cleared, "Fucking trophy system!" He dodged away from Natalie, getting into cover, popping out to snap off shots at the behemoth, trying to see if he could overwhelm the defense system. He growled, "I can't do shit against that trophy system, what the balls is this seriously." He got hammered by a few of the explosive rounds, his HUD warning him of several outer layer breaches. He ducked back again.

He looked back at Natalie then listened to her plan, "I like it. It's worth a shot!" He put up his XM307 for now, and reloaded his USAS12s. Then stepped around the corner. He took aim, flipped the fire selector on the weapon to full auto, then with extreme prejudice, pulled the triggers. The trophy stopped maybe every 1 in 5 shots. But he had those huge twenty round drum mags. So there were still sixteen rounds to go outside of those four that were stopped. And they were enough to shred the trophy system. He let out a war whoop as he saw the structure tumble. But then swore, dropped the USAS12s, and swung up the XM307 again, hammering the big bertha of a suit. He kept backing away, taking more and more rounds, the heavy thick frontal armor of his suit shreding under the continuous fire the big auto-cannon. He grunted, and called out, "You try and squeeze through rock hun. I'm not going any where!" He had to let the XM swing soon. As where he was boxed in there was very little room for the grenades to arm, and would just be causing blunt damage. He growled, and grabbed out his tomahawks. Putting on of them right into the visor of the helmet, the other slamming into the shoulder chest and stomach of the suit, biting into armor. "Do something quick hun! I may not last...fuck!" He hollered that last out painfully as a round finally made it past some of his armor, but missed actually punching into flesh and ripped across his hip.

He groaned, and with tomahawks still drawn got right into the behemoths face. Right before being lifted bodily, something only Natalie could usually manage, and was sent flying and skidding back into the cave he had been pinned in. He coughed trying to catch his breath. He looked up at the thing, then blinked as the thing turned. And saw the C4 block he grinned, "Push her off you say?" He got up, and once again pulled off a feat of strength fitting of mythological beings like Heracles or Atlas. He grabbed the large suit by a hip plate and a brace on the back then with a push, sent it stumbling forward. Where it began to fire on Natalie. Victor darted back, grabbed on of the USAS12s, spun on his heel, slammed a new drum into place, then with a steady hand, fired.

The round punched into the C4 block, the small explosive charge in to raufoss based round going off, setting off the C4 charge, then sending a tungsten-carbide penetrator into the armor below the tanks. But that wasn't anything compared to the explosion that went off and ripped open the suits back, and sent shock waves into the inside of the armor. Victor raised the USAS again, and emptied the shots into the open back of the suit, just to make sure. He roared a warcry while doing so. His choler up now. The front of his armor ripped to shreds and only parts of the lowest layer still in place from getting hammered by the beasts cannon.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard put aside the arrowheads he had finished sharpening, when they went out they'd punch through concrete. He groaned then stretched. With a sigh he sat for abit, rubbing his chin, wondering what he should do with himself. He was about to get up when the ramen altercation began. Like a magician he reached down beside his table, and produced a bag of buttered popcorn that he keeps around just for this sort of situation. He makes a motion to Imran if he wanted some, while at the same time nibbling down a handful of the salted buttery bits. He watched the argument and and precedings with a grin on his face. He loved the camraderie this group of people had, they could get mad at each other, scream, stomp and yell. But it was all in good spirits as they knew, that they'd have each others backs when it came to the heat of combat. He grins broadly, "Always something new in Scimitar huh?" He chuckles softly, setting the popcorn bag down on the table grinning broadly. He'd always feel like a member of something when he's around the other Scimitar members.

He gets up and starts to make for the shooting range when Antonie appears. He stops, and waves to the infiltrator, "How was the flight? Get some decent air out there? I honestly can't understand how you do it. Just seems strange to me."

He grins is once again starts to leave the room when Svetlana enters. And he stops.

One things he's always found is that when Svetlana is in the room, he's the one who feels like prey. She dominates a room. It's a feeling the professional sustenance hunter is not used to. He's usually the predator, gun or bow in hand. Stalking the unaware creatures that would become his dinner. He'd hunted bears, large stag, all manner of beasts that can kill you if they put their mind to it. But Svetty was in a league all her own. And he was likely the only one to feel like prey. And not in a sexual way. He knew how she swung.

After abit he shook himself out of that torpor. And grinned, "Well...there's one of the reasons we're so successful, in all her glory no less." He shakes his head, "I'm gonna go fire off a few. I've got my earbead and throat mic if you need to reach me." He makes a beeline for the firing range, along the way, picking up his Lynx at the arsenal. You practice with the weapons you intend to use after all. As he pass through the common room again with his rifle, he waves to everyone yet again, already loading some of the practice rounds into the rifle.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor drifted down, keeping the fire up, firing the GMG one handed, with the other he reloaded his rocket tubes once again. Only a true beast of a man like him could hold a GMG one handed, fire it, and have remarkably good accuracy as it is like that. And Victor pulled it off quite well. Once his rocket tubes were reloaded he fired the GMG all the way to the ground with both hands this time. As they drifted in he let up on the fire, not wanting to cause any collateral damage at this point. He set down lightly, and per Natalie's orders began to put stuff his parachute away, he hardly felt the pressure of the gun fire going on around them. AK rounds peppered him, PKP bullets pattered against him, slightly more modern guns also spat at him, he heard the telltale, double tap of an AN-94, and the tatter of an AK-12 somewhere out there. But he wasn't worried. He got his chute squared away, just as Natalie pulled up.

He smiled, "Return the favor? Well don't mind if I do!" He stepped passed Natalie, raised the GMG and gave the surrounding horde a new taste of his weapon. The customized XM307 roared. HE rounds from the muzzle of the GMG kicked up clouds of dirt and debris, fire and smoke as he hammered the insurgents and troops facing them. He sent more then a few of them tumbling, broken and dead. Some of them were saved by virtue of pure luck as the rounds blinded them, and then fled in fear. Others were nearly incinerated, from the force of the fire. A one moment he gave them false hope, letting the fire from his GMG slacken, but he already had the eight rockets in his shoulder mounts locked. a group of twenty moved forward thinking they had the big man. But were instead killed or mutilated rather painfully by the smart fire rockets that had sailed up, and then come down on those positions. Towers of flame and debris bursting into the air where they struck.

He didn't manually reload the rocket tubes this time, instead calling into his suits systems, "Reload Rocket tubes one trough eight." A big blue notification flared on his HUD, "ACKNOWLEDGED." The auto loading system kicked in as Victor fell in behind Natalie, "Come on, you? I thought I had. Or was it in you? I'm confused..." He grinned knowing she'd get the joke. He kept up the rear, Natalie's flamethrowers spooking targets from hidey-holes. If there were any left inside, Victor hammered the hiding place with HE rounds, making sure that if there was anyone else in there they wouldn't come out. As they passed the bunker he tossed two sticks of C4 inside, two of about eighteen he had brought for this express purpose.

As they moved on he pulled out a detonator and pressed down on the trigger, the bunker went up. He stopped to look back at the explosion smiling, "Remember that song awhile back, "Cool guys don't look at explosions"? I don't know why that's such a thing. The explosion is the best part." He watched as a few rockets cooked off and flared out from the former bunker, and he listened to the pop and snap of bullets cooking off too. He turned and fell back into position with Natalie.

He grinned broadly, "They didn't expect to deal with us. Makes me wonder how they'll deal with our little cousins in the army." He sent off another rocket, blocking out the bottom floor of a building where he could see several HMGs being set up. They intended to hit them from behind as they passed most likely. He was not going to let that happen. The building shuddered and groaned as the rocket slammed into the ground floor supports. Then the building came down around the troops inside. He heard the cries of pain and the slow moan of people on death's door.

He didn't stop, he moved on, helping to take care of those technicals and light armor, "None of these fools are going to get away, they owe too much to the world at large now." He turned as a second technical tried to escape, it's gun not even turned towards them and what had to be about fifteen troops piled onto and into it. He took aim, and unleashed a rain of heavy rounds on the technical, they didn't get much further then the one that Natalie had taken out. The ten grenade rounds slammed into the truck, kicked it into the air, and sending it's riders flying, the truck itself went into a roll, twice flipping before one of the grenades he fired caught the gas tank and caused the technical to blossom into a ball of flames. He could only grin, as he moved on.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Awkward opening posts...

Begin!

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Schreep-rikt...Schreep-rikt

This same sound played again and again softly from where Howard sat. A section of the room where he hung various trophies that he though were worthy of being trophies. A huge three meter wide set of moose antlers, from a massive creature he had hunted, and had fed himself and some of the local populace near his hunting grounds for almost a week.

Schreep-rikt...Schreep-rikt

Another was an elegant looking thigh bone, taken from a deer, that when alive had been almost 7 feet tall at the head, and had been one of his most entertaining, and rewarding stalks he had ever undertaken. The creature had lead him on a nine hour chase through woods, meadows and rocky hills. And had turned on Howard three times, trying to drive him off with hoof and antler each time. The buck had been a prince of the forest, and had put up the effort to prove it. Howard had done him the honor of holding a prime potluck, and using his meat to feed his friends and family.

Schreep-rikt...Schreep-rikt

And these are just a few interesting things on the wall, thing he's proud of, having caught each one with his own browned hands. Finally the series of sounds ends. And he raises the steel arrowhead he had been sharpening on a whetstone. The four edged broadhead arrowhead would punch through concrete if he had to fire it at something like that. He wanted to be ready after all.

He looked over at Imran as the East Indian spoke. Howard, the "west indian" hrmed outloud, "I was out earlier for my usual morning jog. But haven't been out there since. Been making myself work here in the building. Was maybe going to break out the practice weapon to take a few shots on the weapons range."

He reflected on the memories of the Azerbaijani operation. It had been a very uninteresting op for the sniper. To many windows, and far far far too many instances of him having to use bow and carbine rather then the heavy rifle he kept. He frowned a little, "If we do go out again, can we pick somewhere that I can actually do my job?" He smiled a little, then picked up another arrowhead, this one looking like a long thin needle point. He looked it over, got some water out of a bucket beside him, spread it on the whetstone and leaned down...

Schreep-rikt...Schreep-rikt