BigPapaBelial

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

I'm sorry posts are up. I work as a teacher, my nights don't go just to posting anymore. I try to get a post in atleast once a week. I know it seems long.

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

Howard and Antonie shared a look as the summons to return to the base.

Some time later it had the pair watching the funeral. Antonie had tears in her eyes as she watched the small boat pushed off. Howard sat cross legged, a jadestone cermonial pipe in his hands. It's bowl packed full of non-commercial brand tobacco. Pure with no impurities. Perfect for prayer and moments like this. He lit the tobacco, puffing getting the smoke going. He took a long pull from the pipe, letting the sacred smoke waft up and around the people watching the funeral. He whispered prayers to the old gods of the Norse. And he murmers prayers to the Great Creator. To keep this good man safe in the life beyond, to give him his due. Whatever his due may be. He blessed all those present with bursts of the sweet smelling smoke. Then blessed himself with three quick bursts of smoke. He raised the pipe in salute to the boat as it caught fire.

As he cleaned his pipe he looked up as the C-130 and the private jet arrived. He put his pipe away as things began to be unloaded form the big plane. He tossed the pipe bag over his shoulder. He caught up with Imran and Antonie as they went over to meet the large man who exited the private jet. It took him a moment or two but as Domenico was introduced he smiled, "Gods bones. You're still alive Dom? I remember when you came through here for your training. How's your work?" Antoine smiled and shook Dom's hand in greeting. Dom grinned, "Doing quite well on my end. I'm surprised you are all alive too. But now here we are. We'll be working together." The big man briefly looked over at the crates being offloaded. Grinning as they could clearly see the muzzle of the Bushmaster autocannon peeking out of a large amount of padding, "Working together and doing work." Dom gave Imran a huge grin, "All of my kit is on that ship, as well as some ammunition and repair parts. I'm ready to head out when ever you need me sir. Or do you need me to run the killhouse again?"

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor fell into position behind his fiance. A tomahawk in one hand and one of his silenced MP7s in the other. He carefully picked his way along behind her. He stayed up above as she moved into the first room. Dropping down to join her shortly after the brief action. He went to the door to cover it, peeking through the small crack between doorjamb and door itself. He turned to look at her as she numbered out what they might face. He nodded, "That sounds about right. Can't see there being more then that, place would be overpacked." He checked his ammo count quickly. Then raised an eyebrow at her, turning to look at her, "Wait? What's the..." He trailed off, "Damn it we plugged out HVT? Well will our luck get better I wonder." He sighed and slipped back to the door as Natalie set up her trap. He waited then followed her out, switching up his MP7s for his USAS12s.

He set his big boot down carefully on the catwalk as they made their way. He grit his teeth, and hissed out, "I feel like I'm going to crush this catwalk any second. I'm surprised it's held up under both of our weight." He froze as the section he's on lets out a pop. He blinks down at it and waits for abit, hoping it doesn't collapse. The catwalk settled and he heaved a slow breath. Then froze again as that man walked out. He almost reached out and grabbed the man, it would have been so easy to just grab the man, cover his mouth and nose with one big hand, and wrap his free arm around the man's neck to choke him out. But Natalie's words to hold off cut's through his want to make sure there are less people they have to fight.

They crept on. Reaching the wire line. He nodded, "That's going to hurt. When you're ready babe." She lead the way. The second man was still at the top of the line looking down as his buddy and Natalie passed by him. He turned when he felt rather then heard the big Mohican's approach. He turned and got a view of the paint on his face. Victor body checked the man, sending him down into the gap. Victor grabbed the wire and slide down the rest of the way quietly. The man he had checked falling in front of him, his scream of terror causing several of the baddies below to look up and watch in horror as the man fell. He slammed hard down on a pillar, half impaled on it. He choked, still barely alive. Before he began to spasm, rounds slamming into him from above. Victor landed with a crunch of breaking boards, and splintering stone. Even without the big heavy robotic armor on he's still a big guy, powerful, massive. He raises up from the crouch and begins to fire. those modified Ruafoss rounds kicking out, punching through cover with ease. Cutting holes in hard cover to get at the soft targets behind them. He darted behind cover as fire shifted to him. He growled into his mic, "Attention's on me now my lovely. Do something with it yes?" He blindfired over the top of the crates he hid behind. He grinned, "I love my job."

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

Trying to get used to the fact I'm playing more then one character now, but that post was decent wasn't it?

And I seem to have pulled a triple post. I'm awesome!

*facepalms*

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

Domenico set the phone down on the hook and smiled. He pulled out a bleeding edge cellphone and sent a text message. A mafia owned warehouse in Florence responded. Dom said only one word, "Ship." The other end hung up. Dom started to gather information from his office. A laptop he used while working, a completely different more rugged cellphone. Dossier's on current members. He had information on Svetlana, Howard, Antoine and Imran, he didn't know who the other heavy was who had left. Hung himself even. It was all blank to him there. But that was okay. He'd learn more about who came in and who left later. The big Italian carefully inventoried all the things he needed to bring and needed to pick up.

His butler peeked in, "Sir? What news?" Domenico smiled, "Scimitar is calling me back. Give the staff a few days off while I'm away. Say a 5 day vacation. But I still want this place maintained while I'm out." Lawry nodded, "Of course sir. We'll keep everything good and ready for your return. Ummm but if you should not?" Domenico hrmed, "Open fault Alpha 9 7 Delta 6 in the Vatican Bank. You'll find all you need to know there." Lawry nodded, "Yes sir. Good luck sir." Dom nodded, "I won't need it." He gave Lawry a handshake, then turned, grabbed all of his things, and headed for the door.

A limo waited for him outside, the driver, a Mafia made man, looking to make his bones, but tasked with driving cars until he is ready to be called up for a hit. He drives Domenico to the Rome Airport, from there, Domenico borded a private jet. Taking to the air he flew in style. Wine, good looking female flight attendants, good food. Ahead of him already a C-130, stolen and with semi-legal numbers, is flying to the island base. The pair would arrive almost exactly at the same time several hours later.

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On the base itself Howard and Antoine sat on a hill overlooking the base. Howard running his thumb over the edge of his hunting knife, looking out over the base and the water beyond. Antoine sat on a rock, swinging her legs and watching the scenery. They had been sitting in a companionable silence for awhile. Just two ghosts, two phantoms, able to appear and disappear like the wind at will. They knew the trials each had gone through, and didn't need to rehash old info. They had fought beside each other, or around each other enough. They knew each others strengths quite well. Howard was that deadly long range thunderbolt that many people dreaded. And Antoine that deadly close range dagger and pistol that you worried might be around the next corner, or be right in your shadow.

After awhile Antoine looked to Howard, "Think it could have been, or could be different?" Howard looks over at her, "How do you mean?" She nodded, "You and me? The team?" Howard hrmed, "Different with the team? We're almost perfect as we are, we keep bringing in new blood, and we just get stronger." He smiled, "Between us? I don't know. Never really thought about it up until now. You're my co-worker Antoine, I don't usually date my co-workers you..." She cuts him off, "Would you though?" Howard hrms. Thinking it over, "Might consider it." She gave him a big grin, scooted over and gave him a companionable hug, then snuggled up beside him.

The pair sat there like that as they watched the base and the sea.

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

Double post MUTHA F-ERS!

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Post is up. It begins.

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

Sant'Angelo Romano, Latium District, Province of Rome

A warm, sunny day in Central Italy. It's not quite as pretty as some movies put it, as it is the modern day after all. But there are something that never change. There is crime, there is misery and sometimes death. The sounds of horns honking, people talking, drown out the sound of something shattering.

Down a side street, one of those slightly cliche ones, covered street to street in small curio shops and other places to buy the kind of trinkets and little souvenirs that tourists to the ancient country of Italy just gobble up. It's a nice idyllic little area. And off the main throughfare abit so it's not like everyone knows where it is, but only the most wily and brave tourist or curio seeker can track it down. But it's in this very place that sometimes, things that aren't talked about happen. This is where the sound of something shattering comes from yet again.

Within one of these shops is a view of carnage. the shopkeeper is huddled down behind his store counter, gripping a small billy club as if it's his very soul. He gazes up at the being who has caused all this chaos. A tall man, shoulder length straight black hair. An angular but very handsome face. Large shoulders, powerful arms, body hands and legs stands in the middle of the swath of destruction. The man wears a 3 piece professionally made suit. Three button up the front in dark silver, with a black suit shirt under it and dark silver trousers with beautiful wingtip leather shoes on his feet. He's handsome, big, powerful. Could be some business man in another life that happened to have a little tiff about something, or was defending the shop from something. But the big steel bat swung over one shoulder says that's not the case. The big man sniffs, and wipes the corner of his mouth on a handkerchief. He then smiles at the shopkeeper, "The old ways are the best ways. So I'm going to run the idea by you again. My boss, Don Vitalio runs this area. You're new, so he gave you a few months leeway, but when you didn't start paying like everyone else he needed to let you know." The big man walked slowly over to one of the last remaining vases in the store. It's a beautiful thing and likely the only real artifact in the entire shop. The big man, one Domenico Tornatore, reaches out with his bat and pushes against the vase, "We can protect you in the future. And we'll even help you get back on your feet after this. But only if you agree to pay up for our...protection." The big man smiles, pushing the vase a little further, so it's just on the safe side of falling to the floor and becoming just more of that carnage on the floor. The big man smiles at the shopkeeper, "What do you say?"

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A few hours later sees Domenico coming out of a villa situated overlooking the town of Sant'Angelo Romano, the home of Don Nico Vitalio. Having given the Don the respect he deserves and the first payment from the curio shop, he was leaving and instructing some of the mademen of the organization to head over to the shop later and help clean up, and to help the owner replace all the stuff that had to be broken. He'd also given the mademen a wad of cash to be given to the shopkeeper, a small indication of how the mafia could help him in times of need, it'd help to get the man a better inventory.

Domenico got into a waiting car. And the car rolled off heading to the big man's private villa about 4 hours away in the country side of Lazio district.

Once there he is met by his staff. Housekeepers, his cook who scampered off to make his employer a late lunch some nice creamy tomato soup and a few grilled cheese sandwiches as well as a nice pitcher of sweet tea. His butler though gets a little more attention, as his butler catches him as he's heading for his office. The butler clears his throat, "Uh sir, you have an urgent message." Domenico turns to look at him, "Who is it Lawry?" The butler extends a note, "Scimitar sir. Your handler called while you were out. Apparently they lost a heavy, and wanted to call you back into active duty." Domenico hrmed, reading over the note, "Interesting. And they left a number. Thank you Lawry, I'll see to this. Call the Commission for me, let them know I'll be out of touch for abit. And to give any jobs they might need me to do, to Bertrand if they like, just a suggestion, who am I to tell the Commission what to do." He then headed into his office, walked over to his phone, and dialed the number on the note. Getting a Scimitar rep, who then put him through to the current squad lead of the group, one Imran. Domenico smiled as he spoke into the phone, "Imran? You're still squad leader? I'm surprised. This is Domenico. When do you need me?"

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

I'm working on a post. But I've been working on destressing after a very bad week. So it's coming slowly. Just give me abit I'll try and have it done today.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor followed along, grinning a little, not sure if the fetish he'd been developing was at full strength. He just grinned, and followed along behind his fiance's beautiful ass. He grabbed the body as it came down, and pulled it back around behind them so they wouldn't need to push by it later, "Body minded." He chuckled, then swam forward. He reached up to help her push the grate aside, grapped that grapnel gun he decided to load up with today because why the hell not. He swam up, breached the surface, raised the launcher and fired. The hook whizzed up and the hook landed somewhere. Victor gave the thing a few good pulls, making sure it is hooked to whatever, then puts his weight on it, "Alright, we got a stable position...after me now hun." He then begins to climb making his way up the shaft. He did the entire climb using only his upper body, wiggling his way up, reaching a position where they could climb around the lift itself. He looked for abit then like he was using a bunch of monkey bars at a playground he hand over handed his way along the underside of the lift, grabbed a support spar and made his way up around the side of the lift.

By the time he made it around the lift Natalie had joined him, and he had managed to wide up the grapnel again just in case. He looked upwards, the service entrance just out of reach. He hrmed, then smiled, "Here babe." He offered her one of of his hands to step on, as she did he boosted her up to get her high enough to open the door and climb through. Victor waited then caught her arm as she offered to help him up. He crawled out as well. One in the small service room on the roof he motioned to the door, "After me again..." He went to the door, then heaved it open, stepping out and scanning the roof. He put out his hand to stop Natalie from exitting as he spotted a sentry approaching them from one side. Victor pulled one of his tomahawks from his thigh holster and waited. As the man passed, Victor slammed the axe into middle of his shoulders, grabbed him across the mouth to silence his scream then slammed the hawk two more times into the mans neck, silencing him for certain. He dragged him out of sight. Then smiled, "That's the best way to start things..." He pulled his rebreather off, "What's next?"

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

I was asked a few months back actually I think to come up with a new heavy for the RP, just in case. I did just that. So I present him here for your reading pleasure.

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Name: Domenico Tornatore

Age: 32

Apperance: Standing about 6 foot 9 inches, with short spiky hair, even without jelling it up. The typical Italian dark hair with olive skin and outstanding good looks and complexion if the man wanted too he could make Fabio's records look like old archive footage. What sets him apart though is his large, thick and powerful musculature. The man is built like a brick outhouse. Powerful hands, thick muscled arms, strong core and worked out legs. He's got hair almost everywhere, and doesn't try to hide it. His casual clothes tend to be business suits, three buttons atleast and fedoras, when on business outside of certain things. Or wive beater muscle shirts and knee length shorts and combat boots otherwise. He's the kinda guy you might expect working as some kind of mafia enforcer. Obviously he's not meant to be messed with even if he looks slightly like a pretty boy most of the time.

Callsign: Don

Skills:

Did you think that would stop me?: It takes alot to stop this guy once he gets going. Explosions don't phase him, bullets don't slow him. Nothing short of an armored car will slow him, and even then you'd better hope it knocks him over,or he's just going to get moving again.

Intimidation: Well know in some circles as being incredibly intimidating. Just the way he holds himself, the way he moves and the way he speaks. Can scare the hell out of people that are riding in tanks.

Quick Draw: Be it an AKM or a RPG7, he's learned to and practiced to an art form, the ability to quickly unholster, take off safety and get into firing position nearly any weapon. Ranked as one of the top 15 people in the world when it comes to quick drawing.

You said no rules...: And he sticks to that. He doesn't follow the normal rules of combat. When a normal fighter would search for cover, he charges in. When a normal situation calls for a frontal attack he finds an alternate way in. And it works out wonderfully when he suddenly takes out a wall to get at his targets too.

I know a guy...who knows a guy.: Always seems to know someone, or know someone who knows someone no matter where he goes. He's got connections out the wazoo, and is never afraid to use them.

History: People say the Mafia, La Costra Nostra is non-existent. That the so called Mafia now-a-days is nothing compared to the Black Hand from years ago. That's where they'd be wrong. In the rustic areas of Italy, and in the true back alleys of the West, there are real Mafioso that stil ply the trade like it is supposed to be plyed. And that's where Domenico grew up. He fell in with the Mafia crowd when he was a child. Running errands for Italian mafia men, and getting paid in money and favors. He stopped going to school at 14 because he knew how to read, write and figure. And he was making more money in the Mafia then he would have ever made elsewhere.

As time passed he slipped deeper and deeper into the Black Hand and the Mafia. He moved up from errands to theft, from theft to security jobs, from security jobs to murder. And he honned his skills with guns, blades and his fists along the way. By 22, if one of the Mafia wanted a hit, and the hit needed to mean something, they called on Domenico. He'd go in there with a bullet proof jacket on under a suit. A briefcase hiding an SMG or carbine, and make a clear statement about not to fuck with the family.

It was his biggest assignment though that got him noticed.

He was contracted by The Commission to hit a bank that was being used by a group of honest cops to hold information on the dealings of the Mafia. Seven men were chosen from the Mafia's stable of killers and hitmen. Only one would come out. The other six brought pistols and shotguns to the party. Domenico showed up in a heavy armored suit, with a borrowed AEK-999 GMPG. The other six men laughed at him for showing up in such a get up. When they walked into the bank first, and tried to hold the place up, they were set upon by a small but heavily armed group of Italian militaryyyy, the six who came in suits, and with light arms were massacred to a man almost. Only one man managed to crawl his way out, to where Domenico was making his way inside. He stepped passed the last hitman as he died. Then made his way inside. The military never stood a chance. Dom and his machine gun burned them all down. Sticks of Semtex made short work of the vault door, and several firebombs torched the evidence within.

Domenico walked out of the bank, and with sheer presense intimidated the police who had arrived. Police reports from that day were very vague, and failed to mention the monster of a man in armor with a machine gun.

A Scimitar recruiter tracked down Domenico down a few days later. Getting shaken down quite a few times before doing so. He found Dom in a restaurant owned by the Mafia. And spent several hours trying to sway Dom into joining Scimitar, trying things like money, and prestige and the likes. Which didn't work on the big man. Finally Dom agreed to atleast take a look, when the recruiter added he could get more contacts for the man, which would lead to Dom moving up in the underworld of the Mafia.

Personality: Honey voiced, cool, calm, collected and polite. You don't need to be loud and obnoxious when there are other ways to get what you want. When a person can look at you and know instantly what the potential outcome might be, you don't want to piss that guy off.

Suit:

suit

Weapons: Harness supported M242 Bushmaster auto-cannon. Belt fed from back mounted carrier pack. Is mounted on the back when not in use, with piston assisted draw mechanism. Saiga-12 automatic shotgun with 30 round drum, loaded with slug rounds, and equipped with a tri-beam green laser aiming device. Also carries a steel baseball bat, reinforced with a lead core, and reinforced handle for work up close and personal.

Equipment: Suit comes with a Light Cannon, or high power, high strength flashlight, with enough candle power to blind if looked at for more then 5 minutes. Nine banger flash grenades, Ten 3 bang cluster grenades (1 canister, 3 explosions)

Hobbies: If not on a mission with Scimitar, he can be found in the Old Country, doing jobs for the Dons. Or making sure all his protection rackets are still in on the plan, and if they aren't he's making sure they stay with the plan. Otherwise he can be found tending to his olive and grape vines in his private villa in the Lazio area.