BigPapaBelial

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

Howard smiled at Imran, "Don't go easy on them Boss. They're Special Forces. But that doesn't mean squat in the end. I was Sniper Recon out of the regular army. And yet look where I am now. Make hem feel it man." He smiles even larger as he gets up. And starts towards the Tech section of the base, "I'm gonna go check out what they managed to finish out of the list of things I gave the Techs." He waves and disappears around a corner.

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Sometime later Howard came into the Control Room for the test. And walked up to a window overlooking the test area. He absently turned what looked like a bullet in his hands. Flipping it over and over, sliding his long, thing fingers along the length of it, testing the tip, and oddly bending it at the point where the actual bullet met the jacket. He looked over at Imran, "They managed to complete those self-guiding rounds I asked for." He held up the bullet, which had a odd ball like extension near the tip. He ten made a twisting motion and carefully pulled the bullet out of the jacket, making sure not to spill gunpowder on the floor. Five little fins snapping out from around the base of the bullet. He turned the bullet around and around, "Fin and gyro stabilized, with a smart sate-riding computer. It's pretty much fire and forget. It'll even change it's own height and correct for spin drift, and gravity pull to hit targets at beyond 2200 meters. I think I'm in love." He smiled, then carefully and with a little difficulty slid the bullet back into the jacket, "Gonna love these things on mission. Gonna need to run a few sims though to get a hang of them."

He looked at the monitor, "So, how do you think our new blood will do?"

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

Wait what? We have something good? Huh?

Where did that come from?

Am I missing something?

Dark Souls RP?

Interested as well.

Would like to see what kind of plot you might want though.

Would also help those of us who stay to think up character ideas.

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

Howard hrmed, "Special Forces? Is that all?" He gave her a little smile as she joined him on the couch. He rubbed his nose, briefly showing off the inside of his ghille. His tomahawks strapped to his chest, his bone-handle knife slotted up between them. He had noticed her supposed innocence, but he knew her capabilites, he knew that if she wanted to, she could completely foil his tracking abilities. And he's the guy who could use the scent in the air of cologne or perfume to track someone through city streets. He smiled a little, "Well Special Forces or not, they'l..."

He stopped as she got up and hugged him. He blinked in surprise. He didn't know what to make of that at all. He sat there blankly for a little then bristled. Fuzzy? Fuzzy!? He is certainly not fuzzy! He opened his mouth to give some indignant speech on his unfuzziness. When he saw the grin on her face and the giggle. And her inclusion of him being alot more lethal then a teddy bear. His gorge calmed and he honestly felt a little stupid for getting angry. He shook his head at her grinning, "Fuzzy huh? Well this bear has claws as we all know. Thank you though Antoine." He gave her a playful wink.

He grunted a moment later, "Will they blend? That's hard to say. I think the telling factor will be how well they do in training, and how well they pick up on each of our roles. And whether or not they can fill a roll themselves. Know what I mean Madam Ghost? A propos de droit?" He grinned at her broadly. He hailed from just south of Quebec, how do you not pick up a little French? His accent is atrocious, but he believed he got the whole idea across with Antoine.

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

Howard knelt on a rise outside the base. He watched the Osprey touch down, and disgorge it's passengers. Two people, men by the looks of them. Professionals too by the looks of them. He didn't need to hear what Imran had to say to them. He remembered a version of it that he was given when he first showed up here. He remembered most of the tests. How he had passed the majority of them with flying colors, and set the first records then promptly broke those records that dealt with marksmanship and long range interdiction and shooting. Those records had never been broken, yet. He grinned broadly as he got back to his feet.

The trek down from the barren hills of the island took him a few minutes. He didn't take any detours.

He slipped onto the base quietly, and made for the armoury. Dropping off his rifle. Then heading into the Common Room. He scanned the usually busy room. It took him a pass or two to spot Antoine. He gave her a nod. Then headed over and sat down nearby. He looked over towards the quarters area. And nodded, "Newbies, Antoine. Newbies." He didn't look directly at her as he brought his head back around, he still wore his ghille suit, the white, brown, grey and blue fabric strips, which he regularly replaced and changed depending on the situation made him look like a blinking Yeti. He leaned over on the couch, making him look like a white-ish form, breaking up his outline.

He did look at her though a moment later, "Any contact yet? Or are they still with Imran?"

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

Howard stepped out of the shadows. The tactical ghille being a near perfect tool in this environment. Fronds of ferns and bits of grass and other fauna hung upon it. He literally looked like a walking bush as he reappeared in the compound. He calmed stepped up into the evac vehicle, as if nothing mattered. A job well done after all. He let his carbine swing, the muzzle pointed towards the floor of Osprey. He smiled broadly, "I left quite a few squads out there. Natures way will take it's course." He sighed and leaned back, relaxing, intending to catch a little shut eye before they had to board the C17 home.

A few days later, back on Bouvet Island

Howard carefully stalked the ice shelves of the island. There wasn't alot of wildlife on the islands, some penguins, seals and ocean birds for the most part. He had a rifle on hand, but it wasn't loaded with rounds of any kind. They were non-lethal tracer rounds. A good way to practice was to take these rounds, and take shots at penguins and seals that were unmarked and untagged by ecologists. Performing a sneak up on a pod of seals or a colony of penguins, without letting them know you're there really helped the skills. Animals being more observant then humans by a long shot. It was here, when he was observing some penguins that he spotted an Osprey, heading towards home base. He quirked an eyebrow, whispering very quietly, "New blood? Or is one of our current group moving on I wonder..." He shrugged and turned back to the penguins, he brought the unscoped, Mauser M98 hunting rifle down up from under his left arm. And took aim at the penguins. The low velocity, sound-dampened round didn't need to hit the penguins. It's send out coordinates to notify, anonomously various scientists about the location of the penguin population.

He pulled the trigger, and the rifle bucked.

He moved on before he could spook the penguins any further, having done his job, and not hurt a single bird. Maybe he could head back to base. Yeah sounded like a good idea. To check out who is coming in, or going out.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan resighted his rifle, trying to get a bead on another runner on the ramparts. As he did, something big appeared in the corner of his scope view. He blinked and flicked his reticle down to it. And instantly stopped dead. He couldn't even remotely believe what he was seeing.

Victor stepped out of cover just moments before, and that's what Nolan saw. The immense giant stepping out into the open, presenting a clear profile for nearly everyone in an 1000m circle around him. Guns chattered, mostly from the fort trying to pick him off. But nothing seemed to work. He strode forward confidently, GMG raised and pumping rounds into the fort's courtyard, clearing cover in advance to keep the fighters within on the back foot.

Nolan reached out and nudged Andrew. Then leaned in and pointed towards the front gate of the fort, "Look at that...is that a human being? That guy we took out on the dam looks like a figurine in comparison to this guy!" Nolan returned to his gun, still shocked at the sight of the man in the heavy suit.

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Carl thumped into cover a short distance beside Ross, swung up and mounted his LMG onto a wood spar just above him. He fired accurately up at the fighters opposite them, grinning broadly as he does, "Have I mentioned how much I love my job?" He suppressed a bunch of fighters down. He tossed a grenade up front chasing some fighters out of cover. He stepped all the away out, and began quick blurts of his LMG, clearing the path towards the fort and the rendezvous with Victor and Natalie.

When they did make it Carl lowered his LMG for a few brief moments. There was just something about the two. They were like Chronos and Gaia. Zeus and Hera. Two primal forces, like two towers of rock with the ocean beating against them in a tide of gunfire and explosions. Carl had been in alot of shit since he donned the Juggernaut suit. He'd faced down enough men to have killed entire armies. Taken out armored detachments and pill boxes. Blown open doors with sticks of C4 and kicked down walls by sheer weight and strength alone. But he'd heard of moments where Victor had taken 7.62 rounds to the chest and walked away. Or supposedly flipped a half-ton technical on it's back and then torched it.

Carl felt very small as they approached the two.

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Victor took a .308 round right to the side of the helmet as Carl and Ross joined them. He barely reacted as he pivoted, his HUD highlighting where the marksman hid, then drew one of his USAS12s, and fired off five rounds. The modified penetrator rounds kicking right through the shooters cover and painting the wall behind him a very nice Coquelicot red. He then turned took look at the smaller Juggernauts. Despite the weight of fire, which had slackened quite abit as the long rifles started booming again, having taken a short break that they had. The shooters around the fort were busy keeping their heads down, not wanting to get hit by those big rounds.

Victor nodded in greeting to the smaller juggernauts, "Well well, boozhoo gentleman and lady." He bowed slightly in respect to Jenny. He could tell it was a woman under all that armoring. It was clear, he'd learned how to tell the difference over many years of working with Natalie.

Victor lead the way into the fort with his two smaller shadows. Carl ducked in behind Victor as they began to move, and made to exit and move up when Ross ordered him forward, "Sure thing Cap." He stepped out and around to the side. Leading the way forward. His lighter, but no less protective armor, allowing him to get into a point position a quick as he could. His smaller LMG coughing and chattering as he cleared out harder to hit targets. He also ducked and weaved. Grenade from Victor's big Grenade machine gun cranked past him, the big man letting them sail past the smaller man with pinpoint accuracy, blowing holes in walls for Carl to shoot into.

Victor heard the telltale rrrrp of Natalie letting one off, "Is it wrong that I'm developing a fart fetish I wonder?" He gave Ross a swat, and pointed ahead, "There my friend, take that position. And let's get inside the fort." He blink targeted the remains of the main gate into the fort, and launched the last of his rockets. His rocket launchers clicked empty, then began to reload. The last bit of the gate blew off their hinges, and flew inward. Victor crowed as he made his way up towards the opening, "Knock knock! We're you're neighbours. The ones who you blew up our back yard!" He strode forward confidently. Watching as Carl ducked around the dismantled gate and made his way inside the fort's courtyard.

Jason and the Argonauts

Hey Nobody, you can make the Description and equipment pictures actual pictures by changing the codes a little.

put the equipment URL in the "[img=]" syntax, without the quotes of course. And it will look better when we click the hider. And I think the pintrest link is dead.

Jason and the Argonauts

And as I said I did a much better job on my CS. Bellerophon is a lot more fleshed out now.

Jason and the Argonauts

Come tomorrow I'll add some things to my CS. I believe, hell I know I can do better. So, yeah I'll make it better.

Put some more effort into it.

Peace.