BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl made his way through the building sweeping the rooms as best he can, twice he found civilians hiding in rooms, he had left them, watching them the whole way while making his way out. Several times he found AQ fighters hiding out, these he got rid of as quickly and cleanly as he could. Usually a shot gun blast to the chest would do it. His flechette loaded shotgun making hamburger of their bodies. Hew cleared the upper levels of the apartment building as quickly and carefully as he could.

He then made a beeline for what he was going for the whole time. He climbed up onto a railing, “No man should be left here.” He cut the body down, catching the wire that was used to hang him, and letting him down to the balcony carefully. He settled the body down, and used a blanket he had found to cover it, “Rest in peace brother. You earned your rest, don’t worry, you won’t be alone.” Carl took the man’s dogtags from under ripped up fatigues. And pocketed them, he’d be remembered, Carl would make sure of that. As he finished up, offering a silent prayer to any being who was listening to protect the soldiers soul. He got up, just as the door to the room he is in bursts open and a AQ soldier rushes in. Just one man. He’s suddenly faced with a pissed off heavily armored Canadian.

The AQ soldier meets Carl’s size 10 boot right to the stomach. The man almost doubles over. Carl then stepped back and with an amazing amount of flexibility for being in that armor he round housed kicked the man right to the side of the head. Somehow he didn’t die from the sheer force behind that boot. He spins a full 4 times before the AW soldier hits the ground. Carl then went right over, and planted his other boot against the man’s throat, “You string up a good soldier for what? A show? You just know that you brought this on yourself.” Carl let up the pressure on the man’s throat, raised his leg up, getting his knee nice and high, then brought his boot down hard.

Carl made it up to the rooftop with Ross shortly after. Carl looking about, “We’re getting picked up by an Apache? Really?” He turned too look out over the town, then brought out a white smoke canister. As they made their way down to the wall he laid about with his LMG one handed almost the whole way. He popped his own canister and tossed it a short distance away as Ross did the same. He then took up a position to return fire on the AQ soldiers sending rounds on their position. He grunted, “How are we attaching to this thing? I have a safety harness with me, but are there any hardpoints on that thing we can attach too? Fuck man, I can’t wait to see how we do this.” Carl ducked a little as a DsHK started to bark on his head of the street. He whipped his Carl Gustav off his back, rocked a shell in and fired all in one smooth movement. The DsHK vanishing in a ball of fire, “This is all going to get really interesting and will be a hell of a story to tell back at Mess.”

Nightmares

Holy geez, that server outage was amazing!

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I'm not the only one who's having a really hard time connecting to the forum am I?

This is the first time in 2 days that I've managed to actually post something.

It can't just be me right?

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John smiled shaking the hands of the two other Nightmares, and tried to ignore when the sensors in his hand detailed the amount of steel, plexiglass, and circuitry in the other hands. He had to take a moment before replying and look at his own hand, he really isn’t sure what ot make of that at the moment, knowing it might come in handy later. But all the things his new limbs and senses could do are still overwhelming. He could tell it’s the same with his squadmates in various ways. It’d likely take them all awhile to truly get used to their new abilities. He waited politely by his bags, for the others to return with theirs.

While they were returning be went looking for that map again he had been using, bringing the overlay up over his vision again, and working to relocate the place they needed to go. By the time they had returned he had oriented himself. And without really realizing it had started trying to create wireless connections to the other two people. Attempting to share what he had found. He could sense six others like them, but none of them registered as squad N3. Though it’d be easy enough, or so his database told him, to set up connections with the other six, he didn’t feel the need too.

By the time his squadmates rejoined him he had already found their barracks on the map, and was starting to make his way there. He didn’t expect them to fall in line or anything, he wasn’t there leader. But he did hope they had gotten the information packet he had tried to unconsciously send with the location.

John opened the door to the barracks and stepped inside. Something was off. He moved further in, finding himself in a hallway, where were the beds? The small door leading into a lavatory, the kit storage room? He had done some research on military barracks, this was abnormal. He went to one of the three doors along the hallway and opened it, finding a surprisingly spacious room for one, with bed, desk, a small heater and a bookcase even. As well as a large heavy two door locker and a wardrobe. He turned to look at the others, “They gave us a whole building and separate rooms? Is this the same for all the Nightmares I wonder?” He dropped his bags beside the door then slipped back out into the hallway heading to the far end. There he found a large lounge like area, with a television and a computer tucked into a corner. A sense of ownership already going through him, “Guess this is home.” He thought outloud.

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It;s a short and pathetic post but it gets the ball rolling again.

With how the forum has been flip flopping I wanted to just get the post out.

We'll try and get this train going so it can become a wreck soon.

Our first mission is coming up.

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John let out a relieved sigh. The second pulse had been successful. His squad mates, his potential future friends, had arrived. They were coming. He looked up at the small mob, “Tinny…freak…tin man…has the Word taken you? We’re on the same side. Just merely another evolution of combat soldier.” Facing three enhanced soldiers seemed to take the wind out of the mobs sails. One of them they could have gotten in a rush, but three, even if it was almost 2 on 1 now, they didn’t like their chances. They stared at the three. Hearing their words, and feeling far less sure of themselves now. They looked at the trio of Nightmares, and soon it came to them, that they are very much out matched. Even their numbers could not let them hold up against the three enhanced soldiers. John spoke up again, “My drill sergeant once told me…that there always one in a group that’s the leader…who is it? Why don’t you take a run at us, that will show us who your closest supporters are…the rest…will run…always how it works…” At that, most of the group seemed to come to the idea that it isn’t worth getting a court martial out of this, or time in the MP jail. Leaving just two soldiers, shouting at the rest of them to get back there and help them. But soon, they leave too. Looking back at the trio angrily.

John sighed softly then turned to look at the two other Nightmares, being this close to them, he could feel the wireless signals they are putting out, connects to maps, databanks, all manner of things. Just like himself. He nodded, “Well…are we all here for the same reason? Squad N3 then?” He pulled the helmet he had been given off and blinked a few times, to get his eyes used to the artificial light from above, “John Faceur, formerly the winning vote in getting all of this started. And now, just another artificially enhanced grunt.” He smiled a little, “Pleased to meet you both, and who do I have the honor of meeting and working with?” He looked between the pair of them, “And where’s your bags? I didn’t make you drop them somewhere when I sent out that distress call did I?”

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I finally started to write the post up in Word rather then continually lose my post every time the forum went down.

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No no, it's just I've been having a horrible time connecting. I'm about a third of the way through my post. Everytime I come to post, the site goes down.

No you, the site. Not me. Just give me abit, I'll have the post up either really late tonight, or tomorrow morning the latest.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Carl hopped his cover seconds after Ross. Shotgun back on his shoulder, and his M249 Minimi tucked against his shoulder. He let Ross take lead, as the Line Infantry he represented. Carl took the rear of their little group, more mobile, lighter, able to displace, flank and move with more ease in his lighter suit. He provided base of fire, to keep the heads down off some of the soldiers he saw popping their heads up, making it easier on their approach. No one wanted to step out into the line of fire of a 5.56 gun. Not after being behind hard cover for so long. As they got closer, Carl did what any good light infantry man would do. Not wanting enemy behind them he popped the pins on some frags. And hooped them up into doors or windows. Those same windows and doors where enemy had peeked out moments before. Whumps and thumps went off in confined spaces, several times he heard screams of pain and death as targets were ripped to pieces by shrapnel or devastated by the shock of the explosion. He kept moving, pressing his way into the building behind Ross, spitting a roll of rounds back out the door and dropping a soldier who was trying to follow them.

Carl was about to step back out when Ross told him to move up and scout ahead. He nodded, cinching his LMG tight, and drawing his shotgun again. He took a breath, then started forward, "Keep you head straight brother." He moved to another door across the way, looking out through a crack in it to see it lead into a back alley. He leaned back abit and booted the door outwards, taking it off it's hinges. He stepped out, scanning both ways, looked back at Ross, then proceeded on. He swept his way forward carefully. Making sure he had a view on as many approaches as he could. It helped as a group of soldiers came running around a corner, heads lowered, guns down, wanting to back up the men who were shouting for help. Carl unleashed three rounds from his gun metal grey shotgun. The flechette rounds cutting through men like so many hot knives through butter. As he kept moving he encountered only one more group like that first.

What he did find was the scraps of a US SEALS uniform. He knelt down, and clicked his triclops head piece over to backscatter mode. He slowly looked about, the xray vision mode allowing him to see into the buildings around him. He scanned about, not seeing anything in the immediate area, he switched back to low light mode then keyed off Ross, "Cap, I found a ragged uniform over here. SEALs pattern. It's evidence, but I can't tell if they are close." He picked his way forward, stopping at the corner of a large courtyard. He peeked around, switching between the three modes of his headset, NV to FLIR, looking for heat signatures, then to Backscatter then back to NV, he stepped out then stopped, looking up into the skylight of the courtyard, "Fucking bitches..." One of the SEALS hung from a back shift gibbet high above the ground. He winced, then keyed to Ross, "One body found. One of our SEALs was strung up and left to rot. I'm going to search this complex. I'd say I'm about a block and half to your east, make your way here if you can. You'll see our lost little SEAL when you get here."

He stepped across the courtyard, and slipped into the complex of buildings and apartments, he had a new reason to kill as many of these shitheads as he could now.

Nightmares

The server has gone down...how many times this week? Atleast once a day I think, if not more.