BigPapaBelial

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

Howard followed everyone into the infirmary. Then woofed and took a step back, "Wow...yeah he did crap himself." He chuckled and waved the scent off, clearing his nostrils. The sniper/marksmen grinned, "They did pretty good. Yeah let them in. We'll see how things goes after that. Spectre did pretty good. Iceman too, just need to get them kited out where they can fit in." He nodded, "If they want to fire off some sniper shots when they wake up, if it's within the next few hours, I'll be on the sim range. If you need me you know where to find me."

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Less then an hour later had Howard in the VR sim, having put in a level seven stalk. With room for others to join. He picked his way through the simulation. His rifle tucked up to his shoulder. This was one of the few he liked redoing, because it is hard. The target moved, utilized stealth, and tended to stay at mid ranges, where it took more for him to drag his reticle onto target if he had a bead and it moved. It was the kind of challenge he got when hunting. And he loved it for that very reason.

Carefully he inched his way along, swinging back and forth searching for his target. A flicker of movement causes the man to turn, getting a brief bead and he fires. The virtual round missing the target as it escapes into some bushes. Howard follows it, scanning the area. He snarled, found some tracks and started to follow them. So bent on the hunt that he failed to notice when the Sim notified him that another user had entered. He kept on tracking. Inching forward, barrel of his rifle held just a little lower then eye level. He smiled a little the hunt always getting him excited. He saw another movement. Turned, sighted and fired again, hearing the round hit wood, and the sound of tearing cloth. He had almost scored the kill. He ran forward wanting to get off another shot before the target escaped a third time. He got to the tree he had hit, turned, and saw his target running. Aimming he fired again, then blinked when he heard his bullet his stone. Then he was hit from behind. The sim beeped and ended. He tore his VR goggles off. He turned then blinked. Antoine sat right beside him in the sim room. She too was taking her goggles off. He blinked, "What the hell were you doing? I had that in the bag." She laughed and hugged him ,"I love it when you get angry. You are so stern. I got you though."

Howard howled, "Antoine...I....you..." He sighed, "Fine yeah you got me." He started to get up when she beat him to it and placed a kiss on his lips, "Next time let's try a tag team huh?" Howard chuckled, "Tag team sure." He gave her a hug as he put the VR goggles away, "Come on let's catch a drink somewhere huh?" He lead her out with a friendly arm around her shoulders. Even if they lost a man and gained two newbloods, there would always be a few of the vets around. Just like these two. Howard smiled as they left the VR room, "Good to have a friend like you around Antoine..." Antoine chuckled, "After what we have all been through. Having a couple friends around is a good thing Howie." Howard blinked, "Excuse me?" Antoine laughed then pulled off, "Race ya Howie!" Howard took after her, "I'll show you a Howie you blasted minx!"

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

I'm still here.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl got to his feet, and grinned, "Careful where you try and stick your rod man. On the reserve, that could get you shanked." He grinned and patted his partner on the shoulder and gave Jenny a one armed hug, "Let's find a place to flake out. I don't know abou-..."He trailed off as Andrew relayed the news. He sighed, "Ain't no rest for the wicked." He followed Ross out of the courtyard. He looked around and nodded, watching the massing soldiers. Squads humping down into the town around the fort to clean out any hiders. Already he could hear cracks as soldiers engaged small groups that had survived the arrival of the Juggernauts. Carl smiled, enjoying the feeling of a job well done.

He smiled brightly and nodded, "There we go. We wrecked them. And now we have a moment or two to chill and rearm. I highly doubt command will want us to come out of here." Nolan reached over and gave his partner a pat on the shoulder, "Great job brother. Wonder if they have anything to munch on? I think I need a spliff to calm down after all this, and a little food would help." The Canadian Sniper sighed, "Let's find someplace to bunk down Andrew, my brother. We've been behind the lines for awhile now. I think we can call it for abit before we go back out. Even if we've beaten them here, they're going to need our eyes to clear this out. They'll go to ground, just like they always do." Nolan groaned and stretched hugely, "Bedtime kids! Lights out." He headed towards the box trucks coming in, wanting to atleast get something to eat before he found a corner to curl up in.

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Victor grinned, "Between you and me, you'd have probably killed him with your frontside cannons love." He grinned broadly. Stepping towards her as she leaned into kiss his cheek, he reached up, grabbing her just a little roughly by the back of the head and was about to claim her lips, when the pilot called out. Victor sighed, "Always something...I'll safe that for later." He stepped over to the body, grabbed it and pulled it upwards. The man, who had passed out, letting out a gasp of pain as he came back around, "Oh good you are alive. I was positive I hadn't killed you." He pulled the man up, and pulled his helmet off with his other hand. Letting the man see the gruesome, red, black and yellow warpaint that Victor had put on some time ago. It was streaked from sweat in some places, but it still had that intimidating shape.

He growled right into the man's face, "You remember the message I told you to deliver?" The firing of the side gunners and Natalie's big rotary cannon began. Victor grinned, "You hear that? That's what your people brought down on themselves. From here on out, I see a man who professes to be a Taliban or an Al Queda and I kill him on principal. So you get to tell the other curs what happened at the fort. You tell the other curs that we'll find them. You tell them we're coming, and hell is coming with us." He stepped over to the edge of the landing ramp, and hurled the man, underhanded. Then used a voice command to fire all his rockets into the other side of the outpost, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You tell them we're coming! And Hell's coming with us. You hear me? Hell's coming with us!" He stepped back onto the Chinook, "Pilot, get us the hell out of here. This place stinks of shit. I feel like I need a bath just from being here."

The pilot quickly did as the big man said. Victor hung off the back of the Chinook by one hand and foot. Watching as the fighters below ran out to retrieve their comrade. Victor smiled, knowing that it'd only be a matter of time now.

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Victor hrmed, "HVT huh? So no disintegration, got it." He grinned at the reference, then strapped his rebreather on, tightening it up. He also checked his kit, the warclub across the small of his back.His MP7s, and USAS12s as well. He was all kitted out and ready to go in. His own lighter tactical suit taken the place of his heavier suit. His full suit is in for repairs at a special place, the very place that helped him make it intially. They said they could have it up and running within 10 days. He hoped that would happen, he didn't want the Brute Suit out of action for too long.

Either way he rolled his shoulders and then when Natalie went over the side, he went with her. He dropped into the water, and began to swim, powerful strokes of his arms and legs sending him through the water smoothly. He breathed evenly. Cutting through the water, "And here we go. Off we go into the wild blue yonder. To make money for our own freetime." He burbled a laugh into his rebreather as he swam on towards the shore.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

To much time has passed. Unless the GM comes along and attempts to keep it going then well it's just too late.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Welp I hate to be the one to say it...

but...

Requiscant in pace

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

Soooo....

Ummm....when do we...

I mean...who is...

POST!

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl stepped out of cover again, striding towards a small group of fighters who just wouldn't give up. He spat rounds from his 249 accurately, gunning down fighters as he went. He didn't see it immediately when he felt a kick against his leg. His knee locking up, and he dropped to one knee. One of the fighters having bought out an RPK LMG. He had it braced against a low wall and was spitting rounds out of it's drum mag at the Juggernaut. Carl growled, reaching up, pulling three grenades off his harness, pulling all the pins and rolling the frags along the ground into the midst of the men. He tucked, raising his arms over his head, and lowering his head. The frags went off, obliterating the men behind cover. Carl could feel shrapnel pinging off his armor. As the fire, dust and noise died off he looked up and scanned the area. No one left. He heard some groaning, a few of the fighters sounded hurt. He didn't really spare a moment. These guys had done far far worse. One man to bleed out slowly and painfully is just one little bit of payback for what they caused so far.

Victor stood in the courtyard. He'd stopped firing as it seemed most of the resistance had either been killed off, driven out, or were now encountering the military elements coming into the area. He turned slow circles. His USAS12s held out on either side of him, he trusted to his radar and optical HUD to tell him if there was anything else he needed to shoot at. He almost looked like some deity. Arms outstretched and blessing the masses of dead. He finished his turn, facing toward Natalie, "Gods that we are luv. We cleaned house today." He almost purred as he returned the kiss she planted on his lips after removing the faceplate. He grinned as he turned around at the man sitting against a wall. Victor nodded, a somewhat evil grin on his face, "Yep...he's going to tell the tale. I'm going to drag him with us until we reach an area we can dump him and his friends can pick him up. He won't life unless he gets a doctor within the next 5 hours. And I don't think his friends can get that in time. But he'll have enough time to tell them just what we and our little friends." He gestured to Jenny, Carl and Ross as they approached them. "Can do. See what I'm saying? I think the other side, will be very wary when it comes time for them to do something else. Who knows what will come their way. They will have to keep their best on alert and stretch their elite thin to combat us."

Carl took up the rear in the little column of three that made up the Military Juggernauts. He walked over and clasped Victor's arm in a warriors clasp. Grasping the bigger man's wrist. Victor returning the gesture. Carl nodded, "We did do good didn't we? This was incredible. The rumours we hear about you two out in the wild is incredible. And then seeing what you did in Brussels. Honor to work with you."

Nolan lead the way into the base. Followed close by Andrew. His rifle slung over his shoulder. Nolan's face is cover in a fine dusting of sand and dirt. The blast from the rifle kicking it up each shot. He walked over to the group, then hopped up into a barrel, "Incredible, truly incredible, you all are like virtuosos of destruction. I'm flabbergasted."

Victor grinned, walking over to his meatbag that he intends to use as a statement. Picking up the man and slinging the bleeding man across his shoulders, "Take care gentleman and lady. We'll be in touch." He then followed Natalie out the gate. Making for their chinook.

Carl shook his head and slapped Ross on the shoulder, "Need some aloe for that burn man?" He grinned, "Eyeing up another man's woman. That would get you killed in some places." He laughed softly.

Victor stepped up onto the chinook, "Pilot, swing us out towards enemy territory on our way back, I have a present here I want to leave to these guys." Victor offered Natalie a hand up into the Chinook, "You know if you wanted to frighten that Captain back there, you could have just drawn your cannon on him." He laughed deeply.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

So...

Who we missing?

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

They are Nemeroth's Chosen!

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan slid a new magazine into his big rifle. He worked the bolt to get a round into the chamber. He sighted in, he repeated Andrew's directions to make sure he had them clear, "6 5 0...at the gates...3 meters a second from the north you said...and...got them..." He reached up, adjusting some things on his scope. Took aim again, then fired, his round flying out about 2 seconds after Andrew's it hit the other man and made him do a really neat back flip, landing in a heap at the foot of a low wall. He worked his bolt again, moving his sight over to the other target. He bit his tongue abit, getting a good lead on the man, then sucked his tongue back into his mouth. He grinned evilly, and pulled the trigger again. This man's head and shoulder vanished as the round hit just below the neck. Nolan let out his breath, "Oops..."

The Canadian Sniper shifted his sight over to the five new targets, "Kill shots brother..." He sighted in, picking off another of the men, blowing off his leg, "Damn that show was low..." He worked the bolt, shifting over, and blowing the next tango down smoothly. "Nearing empty...gonna need a new mag after the next shot. The last two out of this group will be yours man." He sighted in on another runner. Then fired, he watched the bullet. The man must have been carrying something explosive, and his bullet set it off, because it tore him and one of the last two guys apart with a large explosion. Nolan hrmed, taking his eye off his scope as he cleared his rifle, "That was...something..." He let Andrew take the last shot as he scanned for more targets.

Victor stood in the courtyard. Having put his GMG on his back, not wanting to risk collateral damage to the team with the explosives. Instead he turned in a slow circle. His USAS12s in hand. Spitting those penetrator rounds around him in a hail of rounds. He purposefully made himself a very large target, pulling aggro on himself to keep it off the lighter juggernauts and off his fiance. He felt something ping off the back of his armor at one point. He turned to look down at 3 men, each wielding sledge hammers. One of them was muttering, "Not a good idea..." Over and over again. They all turned to run. Victor grabbed one of them by the back of his head, and drove him face first into the ground. Victor unsheathed one of his tomahawks, stepping forward and planting the blade of the axe into the knee of the second man. Leaving him squirming and screaming in pain. The last man was faster. Already running for cover. Victor pulled the large gunstock club out of it's sheath on his left thigh. Made a kneeling forward step and threw the club. The knife sized spike atop it glimmered as the club spun end over end. The knife spike slammed into the man's upper back, and he dropped, grunting in pain, no longer able to feel the rest of his body as the spike had severed his spine. Victor crushed the other two men under his boots as he strode over to the one with the club in his back. The big Norwegian/Mohican giant leaned down, "I'm going to leave you here...you're going to watch everything we do. You're going to witness it all. You shall tell the tale. And then, somewhere down the line. I'll come back for you. You won't be able to hide. You won't be able to run. Nor live a long full life." He ripped the club out of the man's back. Making sure he wouldn't bleed to death. Then dragged the man into relative safe cover where he could watch it all happen. Victor then went back to being a target. Firing accurately, keeping heads down, creating oppurtunities for everyone within.

Carl bunkered down beside his partner, sliding new rounds into his shotgun. Once loaded he put the tube on his back, and pulled up his LMG again. He peeked out of cover, "Keep up the fire man." He stepped up and clear of the cover. LMG nestled into his shoulder. Striding forward. Gunning down any that he could. He could feel rounds ping and kick off his armor, he thanked all goodness that none of it was .50 cal. But there was still rounds out there. He watched a hail of rounds come from the courtyard as Victor joined in on the two lighter Juggs to make their progress easier. He watched AQ and Tali fighters get ripped apart by the penetrating rounds. Carl got back into cover, and laid down cover for his British friend to push up, "Come on brother! Let's clear this out. I don't wanna be up here when gunfighters show up."

Close by, more or less, several Apache gunships, members of the slightly expanded Spear Flight, were buzzing back towards Bagram when a request by Command came through for them to divert and assist units in the mountains. The three choppers had swung in and made for the position. As they rolled up the valley, they could see gun fire, explosions and flames. One of the pilots whistling, "Wooo, look at that. Who ever these fellas are, they know how to party. Check for strobes. Let's help these guys out, push all enemy fighters out and towards the chinese border. Let the Chinese Army cook them off. Give them something to do." The chopper swooped overhead, then settled in to begin helping.