Hmmm interesting...
I would be willing to try this out.
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Of course my lord. My lord I live only to serve Empire. Duty until death, and even in death I will serve.
Let me post indeed. You got a way with words brother. xD
What needs to be done is drag everyone else who was in on this RP here, back in here, kicking and screaming and get them to post too.
lol wishful thinking. Sorry.
Let me post indeed. You got a way with words brother. xD
What needs to be done is drag everyone else who was in on this RP here, back in here, kicking and screaming and get them to post too.
lol wishful thinking. Sorry.
Nolan smiled, watching the Juggernauts approach. He had them dead to rights. Not that anyone would ever be able to make him take that order. Ever.
As they rolled up he didn't make a move, he wanted to see how long they'd look around for them. See if their fieldcraft was as good as he hoped it be. Then Andrew went and spoiled it. He groaned. And got up a little slower then his partner. He climbed down the rocks carefully. Grinning a little, pushing his ghille hood back over his head, "Cold? This is T-shirt weather in Manitoba." He laughed softly, reaching up to shake hands with Jenny and Carl. Carl returning the shake, Jenny just smiling. Nolan swung his Tac 50 up onto a shoulder. And was about to say something about really wanting to have a snowball fight, when Merlin cut in.
Nolan groaned, "Well that's life for ya." He clambered up onto the back finding himself a place to sit or squat down, he checked his load out, his rifle, PP2000, pistol and ammo for them would have to do for now. He nodded, "Punch it Jenny, though slow down about 800 meters our so we can be of more use to you guys on the ground. I didn't even come half prepared to wade into the middle of a fire fight. I don't have the armoring you guys do." He grabbed a support tube as the Growler kicked off. Letting out a soft grunt of surprise.
Further down Carl was scanning his sector when the radio he is using to spy on enemy comms crackles. Enemy chatter snapping over, saying something about Tempest being hit by "really big robots". He cued into the comms with Merlin, "Knight Two, to Merlin, Enemy comms is going nuts. Is that our PSC's? They making that ruckus down there already?" Carl swayed with the Growler, waiting to see if they got anything back from their eye in the sky.
A short time ago
Victor put his helmet back on, sealing it with a pull. He and Natalie had reloaded and refueled. He'd taken a little time to try and rearmor as well. But the outpost they had gone to just didn't have the equipment needed to repair his suit as much as he had wanted. None the less, he had a tactical vest buckled on over part of the huge patch of armoring that he had lost in that fight. It would have to make do.
He smiled at his significant other, "You mean you actually had a chance to get your hands on Qaddafi and didn't take it? Wring that scrawny little bastages neck? I would have done it in a heart beat. Mind you, his Amazon guard, would have become my willing puppets shortly after." He grins and makes a pose, as if his mightiness speaks for itself. He laughs outloud. Then pulls his face plate off grinning broadly at Natalie, "Now, this time when we go out the back, don't go out uncontrolled this time would you? I'd really like to spend some time with you as my wife. Before we both bite the bullet in combat or in old age please."
As they came over the LZ he could hear the patter of small arms fire on the armored skin of the Chinook. He walked to the back of the chopper. Looking out the rear of it to the ground below. He grinned broadly, "Something tells me they don't like us. He let Natalie go first, lull them into a false sense of security.
He followed shortly. He got a look at what she did as he fell. Moments later, he slammed into the ground. Freaking the living fuck out of the second man. A giant of a beast of a woman just took out his partner. And now something, that looked like a robot just landed on one knee and a foot appears out of the sky. He sprays at Victor. Victor feeling the rounds patter away at his armor. He gets up, and draws one of his tomahawks in one movement. As he's getting to his feet he flicks his hand, the axe buzz-sawing through the air to take the man full in the throat. He paws at the axe, trying to dislodge it, even as he gurgle out the last of his lifeblood. Victor walked over to retrieve the weapon, flicking the blood off it and slamming it back into the sheath on his arm.
Victor pulled the XM307 off his back, and nodded, "This started well." They entered the courtyard and he ripped three rounds into a squad of OPFOR near the large gate out into the street beyond., "Oh I can take point? Is this my early birthday present?" He ran forward, lowered his shoulder, and rammed right through the gate into the street. Sending one of the steel things flying from sheer force alone. The other flipping open, and catching an insurgent right in the face with it's leading metal edge. He leveled his launcher, "Alright, who gets to die first." He started to walk forward. Opening fire on any high cal installations he saw, and on any RPG troops he saw. Trusting in Natalie to pick off the small fry.
Even as they did this the OPFOR communications went haywire, calling for reinforcements, armor, anything to help them at Fort Tempest. Even as Victor stomped his way towards the walls of the fort ahead. Nothing would stop them once they got rolling, short of a tank anyway. But Victor and Natalie were prepared for that too.
As they rolled up he didn't make a move, he wanted to see how long they'd look around for them. See if their fieldcraft was as good as he hoped it be. Then Andrew went and spoiled it. He groaned. And got up a little slower then his partner. He climbed down the rocks carefully. Grinning a little, pushing his ghille hood back over his head, "Cold? This is T-shirt weather in Manitoba." He laughed softly, reaching up to shake hands with Jenny and Carl. Carl returning the shake, Jenny just smiling. Nolan swung his Tac 50 up onto a shoulder. And was about to say something about really wanting to have a snowball fight, when Merlin cut in.
Nolan groaned, "Well that's life for ya." He clambered up onto the back finding himself a place to sit or squat down, he checked his load out, his rifle, PP2000, pistol and ammo for them would have to do for now. He nodded, "Punch it Jenny, though slow down about 800 meters our so we can be of more use to you guys on the ground. I didn't even come half prepared to wade into the middle of a fire fight. I don't have the armoring you guys do." He grabbed a support tube as the Growler kicked off. Letting out a soft grunt of surprise.
Further down Carl was scanning his sector when the radio he is using to spy on enemy comms crackles. Enemy chatter snapping over, saying something about Tempest being hit by "really big robots". He cued into the comms with Merlin, "Knight Two, to Merlin, Enemy comms is going nuts. Is that our PSC's? They making that ruckus down there already?" Carl swayed with the Growler, waiting to see if they got anything back from their eye in the sky.
A short time ago
Victor put his helmet back on, sealing it with a pull. He and Natalie had reloaded and refueled. He'd taken a little time to try and rearmor as well. But the outpost they had gone to just didn't have the equipment needed to repair his suit as much as he had wanted. None the less, he had a tactical vest buckled on over part of the huge patch of armoring that he had lost in that fight. It would have to make do.
He smiled at his significant other, "You mean you actually had a chance to get your hands on Qaddafi and didn't take it? Wring that scrawny little bastages neck? I would have done it in a heart beat. Mind you, his Amazon guard, would have become my willing puppets shortly after." He grins and makes a pose, as if his mightiness speaks for itself. He laughs outloud. Then pulls his face plate off grinning broadly at Natalie, "Now, this time when we go out the back, don't go out uncontrolled this time would you? I'd really like to spend some time with you as my wife. Before we both bite the bullet in combat or in old age please."
As they came over the LZ he could hear the patter of small arms fire on the armored skin of the Chinook. He walked to the back of the chopper. Looking out the rear of it to the ground below. He grinned broadly, "Something tells me they don't like us. He let Natalie go first, lull them into a false sense of security.
He followed shortly. He got a look at what she did as he fell. Moments later, he slammed into the ground. Freaking the living fuck out of the second man. A giant of a beast of a woman just took out his partner. And now something, that looked like a robot just landed on one knee and a foot appears out of the sky. He sprays at Victor. Victor feeling the rounds patter away at his armor. He gets up, and draws one of his tomahawks in one movement. As he's getting to his feet he flicks his hand, the axe buzz-sawing through the air to take the man full in the throat. He paws at the axe, trying to dislodge it, even as he gurgle out the last of his lifeblood. Victor walked over to retrieve the weapon, flicking the blood off it and slamming it back into the sheath on his arm.
Victor pulled the XM307 off his back, and nodded, "This started well." They entered the courtyard and he ripped three rounds into a squad of OPFOR near the large gate out into the street beyond., "Oh I can take point? Is this my early birthday present?" He ran forward, lowered his shoulder, and rammed right through the gate into the street. Sending one of the steel things flying from sheer force alone. The other flipping open, and catching an insurgent right in the face with it's leading metal edge. He leveled his launcher, "Alright, who gets to die first." He started to walk forward. Opening fire on any high cal installations he saw, and on any RPG troops he saw. Trusting in Natalie to pick off the small fry.
Even as they did this the OPFOR communications went haywire, calling for reinforcements, armor, anything to help them at Fort Tempest. Even as Victor stomped his way towards the walls of the fort ahead. Nothing would stop them once they got rolling, short of a tank anyway. But Victor and Natalie were prepared for that too.
Hey look who posted before you?
I'm not bored, I just don't want another group RP I'm in to die out.
I'm not bored, I just don't want another group RP I'm in to die out.
It's happening again!
Where the hell is everyone?
*sets the Egyptian funeral burial implements close to hand*
Where the hell is everyone?
*sets the Egyptian funeral burial implements close to hand*
Nolan grabbed the XM500, and clamped it back onto the front carry bars of his quad. He unholstered his PP2000 and hopped aboard his quad. He motioned to Andrew, "I'll be there to cover you up close this time."
The pair roared off. Nolan keeping his PP2000 belted over his shoulder. And also belted on his M9 too, just in case. They arrived at the devastated AA position. Nolan jumping off his quad and making his way behind Andrew. Checking bodies as they went. Putting an addition two into some of them that still lived. There were not alot of them. He came running over when he heard the gun shots from Andrew. Sliding in on cover and looking about taking stock of the bodies. He crept around behind the AA platform and looked for anyone else. He spotted a hole into the ground, and tossed an incendiary grenade down inside, he heard the snap hiss of the burning phosphorus, then pulled out a frag and tossed it in to seal it. He came back around the AA just as Andrew finished up. He put on the speed, making for the quads, "This is going to be big isn't it?" He hopped up, letting out a soft urf as he canned himself on the seat of the quad, be got the thing running, turning and waiting for Andrew to get on, "Come on man!" He gunned his engine and roared down the track. Heading up and towards their previous OP. He skidded and flared to a rolling stop as the explosion went off. He turned around in his seat, and watched the fireworks. Ducking at one point when a piece of shrapnel hissed over head, "Well...that's mighty impressive. You do good work brother."
He hit his accelerator again and drifted into Andrew's wake again.
They rode into Vulture like conquering heroes. And they sure as hell conquered. So many insurgents dead, and three major targets taken out, it was a good day cruising the theater of operation and doing what they needed to do.
But Nolan atleast was running low on essentials, like water, a little food and he needed to refill his sniper ammo. And leave the remaining EXACTO ammo behind for later use. He shut his quad down and he headed into the cave to restock. While doing so he heard Andrew get a comms from Merlin. He keyed into it while restocking. Sounded like timetables were being moved up. He decided to grab some Armor Piercing ammo just incase, along side the HEIAP rounds he had too. It'd work out in the end. He trooped out along side Andrew, "Once we're back here I'll find a place to post up to give overwatch. Me and my old flame the Tac 50."
Carl loaded up the last of the items they were taking with them. He loaded himself in and nodded back to Jenny, "Hell of a sight isn't it? It's always an incredible thing. No matter where you are, it's the same sun rising or setting, and billions of people are watching it at the same time. Manitou gives gifts even when we're in the thick of the shit." He slammed the armor plating behind Ross, "We're tucked and loaded up Cap." He brought his M249 up and mounted it on the adaptive pintle in front of his seat. He strapped himself in as the time counted down.
He smiled, "Hey Jenny, let's see if you're a better driver then Ross is." HE grinned up at his partner. Then gripped the roll cage bar beside him.
They shot out of the Osprey, and for a moment he felt the loss of gravity. One of those incredible slow time moments. They sailed through the air for a time. He gripped tightly, then braced as they hit the ground. Carl caught sight of dirt and snow flying as the wheels dug into the ground. He grinned as they finally got purchase and the Growler well growled off. He took up visual scouting, looking for potential trouble.
Further up the mountain Nolan laid under an overhang, his white ghille hiding him within a small snowpile. He couldn't feel the cold at all. His Tac 50 painted white at the moment, hidden against the background. He scanned through his scope quietly, His cross hair passing over an Osprey as it buzzed away, "Delivery of our heavily armored friends seems to have gone pretty well. Their taxi just left. Our friends should be coming up the path soon." He continued to scan the area, reaching over and putting some snow in his mouth to keep the steam from his mouth showing too much. It there was anyone out there he didn't want to be seen. Not yet anyway.
The pair roared off. Nolan keeping his PP2000 belted over his shoulder. And also belted on his M9 too, just in case. They arrived at the devastated AA position. Nolan jumping off his quad and making his way behind Andrew. Checking bodies as they went. Putting an addition two into some of them that still lived. There were not alot of them. He came running over when he heard the gun shots from Andrew. Sliding in on cover and looking about taking stock of the bodies. He crept around behind the AA platform and looked for anyone else. He spotted a hole into the ground, and tossed an incendiary grenade down inside, he heard the snap hiss of the burning phosphorus, then pulled out a frag and tossed it in to seal it. He came back around the AA just as Andrew finished up. He put on the speed, making for the quads, "This is going to be big isn't it?" He hopped up, letting out a soft urf as he canned himself on the seat of the quad, be got the thing running, turning and waiting for Andrew to get on, "Come on man!" He gunned his engine and roared down the track. Heading up and towards their previous OP. He skidded and flared to a rolling stop as the explosion went off. He turned around in his seat, and watched the fireworks. Ducking at one point when a piece of shrapnel hissed over head, "Well...that's mighty impressive. You do good work brother."
He hit his accelerator again and drifted into Andrew's wake again.
They rode into Vulture like conquering heroes. And they sure as hell conquered. So many insurgents dead, and three major targets taken out, it was a good day cruising the theater of operation and doing what they needed to do.
But Nolan atleast was running low on essentials, like water, a little food and he needed to refill his sniper ammo. And leave the remaining EXACTO ammo behind for later use. He shut his quad down and he headed into the cave to restock. While doing so he heard Andrew get a comms from Merlin. He keyed into it while restocking. Sounded like timetables were being moved up. He decided to grab some Armor Piercing ammo just incase, along side the HEIAP rounds he had too. It'd work out in the end. He trooped out along side Andrew, "Once we're back here I'll find a place to post up to give overwatch. Me and my old flame the Tac 50."
Carl loaded up the last of the items they were taking with them. He loaded himself in and nodded back to Jenny, "Hell of a sight isn't it? It's always an incredible thing. No matter where you are, it's the same sun rising or setting, and billions of people are watching it at the same time. Manitou gives gifts even when we're in the thick of the shit." He slammed the armor plating behind Ross, "We're tucked and loaded up Cap." He brought his M249 up and mounted it on the adaptive pintle in front of his seat. He strapped himself in as the time counted down.
He smiled, "Hey Jenny, let's see if you're a better driver then Ross is." HE grinned up at his partner. Then gripped the roll cage bar beside him.
They shot out of the Osprey, and for a moment he felt the loss of gravity. One of those incredible slow time moments. They sailed through the air for a time. He gripped tightly, then braced as they hit the ground. Carl caught sight of dirt and snow flying as the wheels dug into the ground. He grinned as they finally got purchase and the Growler well growled off. He took up visual scouting, looking for potential trouble.
Further up the mountain Nolan laid under an overhang, his white ghille hiding him within a small snowpile. He couldn't feel the cold at all. His Tac 50 painted white at the moment, hidden against the background. He scanned through his scope quietly, His cross hair passing over an Osprey as it buzzed away, "Delivery of our heavily armored friends seems to have gone pretty well. Their taxi just left. Our friends should be coming up the path soon." He continued to scan the area, reaching over and putting some snow in his mouth to keep the steam from his mouth showing too much. It there was anyone out there he didn't want to be seen. Not yet anyway.
Sorry that my post took so long in coming. I was suffering from a bout of writers block and no time to post.
Howard climbed down out of the tree, sliding his unused arrow into a slot in his quiver once he is on the ground. No need to check the suits, no way the pilots could survive those explosions. He then headed for the gate the runners had taken. Once there he scouted the area carefully, after a short moment he found trace. He touched his mic, "I'm going on a stalk...we have runners, and they aren't going to make it to safety. I'll meet you at extraction bravo. Going silent..." He switch off his mic and coms set then, so any noise wouldn't spook his prey. He got his bearings...then vanished into the foliage.
Ahead of him, about 10 minutes or so ahead, eight soldiers ran into the wilds. Heading towards a secondary base location, a place where they could send for pick up and relay that the main base had been hit. They could get picked up, and debriefed there. But first they had to make it. The eight men jogged through the undergrowth, using head lamps to light the way.
Howard ghosted through the foliage leaving little to no trace of his own. He knew where to step, knew what he could and couldn't touch. These soldiers didn't. He found boot prints, a dropped magazine of 5.56 rounds. Broken leaves and branches. He picked his way along the trace carefully. Murmuring softly to himself, "Fools...don't know the way of the forest. Don't know the call of the wild..." He stepped over some stone carefully, not wanting to disturb the spider hiding under one of them, waiting for it's next meal. Howard kept on moving. Stopping suddenly and sniffing the air, "One of them is smoking...polluted tobacco no less...insult to mother nature..." He picked up his speed.
It took him a few more minutes to catch up to them. He could see their head lamps now. He blinked several times getting used to the hit to his night vision. HE stopped and ducked when one of the soldiers suddenly opened fire on something. A fire from the hip at something in the undergrowth. Howard watched a pantheress lop off into the foliage.
That was the last straw.
These men had sealed their fates.
He drew an arrow, having modified it to broad head. He waited. And took his first shot.
The soldiers never heard the arrow, and no one at first noticed as one of their number took the arrow right to the back of the head. He didn't have time to let out a cry of pain or surprise before dropping dead to the jungle floor. The remaining seven didn't notice anything until another one of their number took a second arrow to the heart. And he had time to let out a bark of pain before keeling over. The other six looked at the arrow in confusion. Not sure who could be using such a primitive item. Two more of their number got even more primitive examples. As a pair of tomahawks came flipping out of the darkness. One man took the 'hawk right to the forehead. He didn't even have time to register it in his mind. The other man took the 'hawk right to the stomach. Even if he could get it out, things would be ruptured, he'd die from that.
Four remained. And they were now fearing for their lives. Another arrow came whizzing out of the forest. But they saw it coming this time, and leapt out of the way. And began to fire wildly into the forest in the direction it came from. Unbeknownst to them Howard dashed in behind them and retrieved his 'hawks while they weren't looking. As they turned back to check on their comrades. They didn't notice the missing weaponry.
Howard sheathed one of his tomahawks, and drew his combat knife. As the last four were picking over their friends, he charged in again, silent, and deadly. Like a predator running down it's prey. One of the men cried out in pain and fear as Howard cut him deep and long across the back of both of his legs. He stumbled from his cut tendons. And had to use his gun as a crutch. Howard came in again before they could recover. The next man grabbed his throat as Howard slit it open as he ran by. One of the men got off a wild shot that missed Howard my miles. The remaining three men looked about trying to figure out where he would come from next. They again didn't expect the tomahawk to come whirling through the night to take out the hobbled man.
Howard moved in for the final kills. The last two remaining men looked about in horror and fear. One of them caught sight of Howard as he seemed to melt out of the night. But he wasn't fast enough, as Howard let out a whooping warcry, and stabbed the one who spotted him high on his right shoulder, then used his tomahawk to sweep his legs out from under him. He left his bone handle knife in the man's shoulder and drew the second hawk. Using it to catch the wild swing of the last man's rifle butt, turning it aside. Then with a vicious three hit combo reduced the man's neck and ribs to pulp.
The last man watched as the figure above him spun, and with a neat little half splits move buried both tomahawks in the man's chest. Howard looked around, checking every last corpse, then grabbed his knife and disappeared into the undergrowth again. He had a ways to go to get to extraction point bravo. He did turn his radio on though, and set a soft blurt of radio static to Imran letting him know the stalk was over.
Ahead of him, about 10 minutes or so ahead, eight soldiers ran into the wilds. Heading towards a secondary base location, a place where they could send for pick up and relay that the main base had been hit. They could get picked up, and debriefed there. But first they had to make it. The eight men jogged through the undergrowth, using head lamps to light the way.
Howard ghosted through the foliage leaving little to no trace of his own. He knew where to step, knew what he could and couldn't touch. These soldiers didn't. He found boot prints, a dropped magazine of 5.56 rounds. Broken leaves and branches. He picked his way along the trace carefully. Murmuring softly to himself, "Fools...don't know the way of the forest. Don't know the call of the wild..." He stepped over some stone carefully, not wanting to disturb the spider hiding under one of them, waiting for it's next meal. Howard kept on moving. Stopping suddenly and sniffing the air, "One of them is smoking...polluted tobacco no less...insult to mother nature..." He picked up his speed.
It took him a few more minutes to catch up to them. He could see their head lamps now. He blinked several times getting used to the hit to his night vision. HE stopped and ducked when one of the soldiers suddenly opened fire on something. A fire from the hip at something in the undergrowth. Howard watched a pantheress lop off into the foliage.
That was the last straw.
These men had sealed their fates.
He drew an arrow, having modified it to broad head. He waited. And took his first shot.
The soldiers never heard the arrow, and no one at first noticed as one of their number took the arrow right to the back of the head. He didn't have time to let out a cry of pain or surprise before dropping dead to the jungle floor. The remaining seven didn't notice anything until another one of their number took a second arrow to the heart. And he had time to let out a bark of pain before keeling over. The other six looked at the arrow in confusion. Not sure who could be using such a primitive item. Two more of their number got even more primitive examples. As a pair of tomahawks came flipping out of the darkness. One man took the 'hawk right to the forehead. He didn't even have time to register it in his mind. The other man took the 'hawk right to the stomach. Even if he could get it out, things would be ruptured, he'd die from that.
Four remained. And they were now fearing for their lives. Another arrow came whizzing out of the forest. But they saw it coming this time, and leapt out of the way. And began to fire wildly into the forest in the direction it came from. Unbeknownst to them Howard dashed in behind them and retrieved his 'hawks while they weren't looking. As they turned back to check on their comrades. They didn't notice the missing weaponry.
Howard sheathed one of his tomahawks, and drew his combat knife. As the last four were picking over their friends, he charged in again, silent, and deadly. Like a predator running down it's prey. One of the men cried out in pain and fear as Howard cut him deep and long across the back of both of his legs. He stumbled from his cut tendons. And had to use his gun as a crutch. Howard came in again before they could recover. The next man grabbed his throat as Howard slit it open as he ran by. One of the men got off a wild shot that missed Howard my miles. The remaining three men looked about trying to figure out where he would come from next. They again didn't expect the tomahawk to come whirling through the night to take out the hobbled man.
Howard moved in for the final kills. The last two remaining men looked about in horror and fear. One of them caught sight of Howard as he seemed to melt out of the night. But he wasn't fast enough, as Howard let out a whooping warcry, and stabbed the one who spotted him high on his right shoulder, then used his tomahawk to sweep his legs out from under him. He left his bone handle knife in the man's shoulder and drew the second hawk. Using it to catch the wild swing of the last man's rifle butt, turning it aside. Then with a vicious three hit combo reduced the man's neck and ribs to pulp.
The last man watched as the figure above him spun, and with a neat little half splits move buried both tomahawks in the man's chest. Howard looked around, checking every last corpse, then grabbed his knife and disappeared into the undergrowth again. He had a ways to go to get to extraction point bravo. He did turn his radio on though, and set a soft blurt of radio static to Imran letting him know the stalk was over.
Okay who's up next? Or should I pop up a post now?
And with quite an interesting mix of character types too huh?
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