BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor smiled at her, "Hey, you're not dead at all hun...just stay with me...eyes on me..." He kept walking, getting them out of the blasted out building. As he did though he saw the devastation that was left of his men. Eighty men, some of their best crack mercs. Dead, some utterly blasted, others lying under debris. Victor peered about. And then started to trudge through the damage. Carrying his fiance through the death and destruction. As he went he continued to speak, "Come on Natalie...stay with me my precious. Just stay awake. We'll get you to safety. Get you out of here. Your mission is done. We can get you to a hospital, get you taken care of." He kept walking. "God...I love you Victor." Victor smiled, "I love you too my Russian beauty...stay with me." He looked down at her as her eyes closed and she stopped breathing. He looked down at her, tears beginning to well. His vision blurring, "No...Natalie...no...please...no...we...had so much more! Natalie!" He began to breath hard. And he looked up as more enemies ran up from an outpost. They spotted him and ill-aimed pot shots rang out towards him.

He began to see red...

He slung carried Natalie against his chest holding her there with one arm. And drew his GMG one handed. Anger, rage, sadness and grief. He lost himself in it. His Scandinavian heritage taking hold. As he went into some kind of berserk rage. He fired the GMG one handed, rounds kicking into the soldiers. Sending bodies flying. He roared in rage and grief. Animal like screams leaving his throat. He stepped steadily forward. He could only see people he needed to kill. He heard no pleas for mercy as he walked steadily forward, crushing the maimed under his feet, listening to nothing said. No terms of surrender, no wishes for peace. He kept shooting. A long grief stricken, rage filled roar leaving his mouth.

He barely stopped to hand over Natalie's form when the russians arrived. So bent on brutalizing the enemy. He barely heard the medic call Clear. He didn't come out of the rage induced fog until he stepped into the chooper. And heard a sweet song that balmed his grief. he heard Natalie speaking. He turned, and dropped the GMG to the floor with a clatter. He came to her side, ripping his helmet off and dropping it to the floor. He still had tears in his eyes, but now they are tears of joy. He had sat and watched the whole operation. And now he could hold her in a limited fashion. He hugged her, then kissed her, "For awhile there...I was going to start singing a death dirge...ready myself for my own end to follow you. I'll follow you beyond deaths door if I have too. You'll not escape me in this life or the afterlife. I'll follow you, and always be by your side." He kissed her again. He thought he had lost her, but she had returned from deaths door. He powered into the kiss suddenly just wanting to feel her lips against his, triumphant and victorious as the chopper flew on.

Vigil!

We be waitin' we be, yar. Gets to postin' lass. Lest we be makin' ya walk dat plank.

Vigil!

Austin smiled, his beard dropping a few centimeters as he watched Lucas admire the weapon. It's one of a few he had gotten in a shipment, already tooled down for a special operation that hadn't come about, or so his friend overseas had told him. The whole kit of 21 weapons had been moth-balled, but Austin's friend had sent six such weapons out for "repairs" and they had never come back, the mistake being put down as a clerical error. And the guns had made it to him, with ammo to spare. He smiled when the gesture is taken and he nods, accepting the compliments, "I do the best I can with what I have is all. Thank you." He grabbed a pistol off a rack, and a pair of clips, slipping it into the inside of his jacket. Loading a clip as he followed along behind Lucas.

They jumped into the car. "Drugs...drugs everywhere yeah I know. I've made sure to keep it out of my neighbourhood." He settled himself into the front passenger seat, and buckled in. They began to roll and he watched the scenery go by. He hrmed, "So I reasoned out you were out on a vendetta against someone. "Someone" not something. I didn't know that building that went up was a mafiya front. Fuck...you're going after the Russian god damn mafia...I like your style. See I thought you were after the little guys. Those One Precenters and the small producers. I didn't think it was the Mafia." He smiled brightly.

As they passed into the industrial area of this section of the city he looked around. Manufacturing builds, tall overlooks, balconies, shady spots. His old Marksman days kicking in as he looked for hidey holes, and top shots. He spotted a few really good ones. And then looked over as they parked across from the bottle plant. He looked out the window. And started counting guard posts and patrols, as well as lookouts. He nodded, "Place is well guarded..." He hrmed, "You were waiting for the right oppurtunity...the right help." His face split in an almost feral grin, "You have it."

He looked about listening to Lucas, "A way in, I wouldn't trust a rat even if you found one Lucas. I did a tour in Helmand once. Recon found a rat, we plugged him, then caged him, he wanted to talk to some friends. And the MP foolishly let it happen. When we moved on the target we found he had peached to those friends. And the targets had tooled up their defenses. Lost four good men in that raid. Can't trust Rats, at all Lucas. Tell you what though. I might have an idea." He reached into a pocket, "I'm getting a shipment in. Tomorrow of the day after. He pulled out a small tech paper, which outlined small wheeled remote drones, "These guys are about 3 inches long, an inch wide, made of plastic for the most part, high def. fish eye cameras. Easy to pilot, you can slave several into one remote. They are silent as a ghost, and strong enough to throw them down some stairs and they still work." He showed the schematic to Lucas, "The shipment has about fifty in them. Another Client of mine wanted thirty, and he won't miss it if another ten or twenty of these little buggers goes missing and are used for something else." He nodded towards the building, "Big building like that, ten would do you, sweep through the building with them, toss a few in through a second floor window, let them scoot along, recording everything, and you view the intake from a safe area." Austin nodded slowly, as if it all played out perfectly.

He then pointed out the window, "And yeah I have family, but they know what I do, hell my son helps me at the shop when one of my clients shows up. But I do it anyway." He pointed to a building outside the fence of the bottling plant, "See there, perfect position, I can cover the whole front of the building there. Dead line of sight on almost all the guards. And part of the roof too. I'm a Marksman Lucas. Put me up there, with a Battle rifle or Marksmens rifle and I can keep the entire guard contingent down and suppressed for at least three quarters of an hour." Austin looked to Lucas, "You may want to drive before they start wondering why a wonder machine like this is parked near by." He nodded, "How does the drone idea sound to you?"

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor strode along in front of Natalie grinning broadly, blazing the way with his GMG. He crowed loudly as he fired, three round kicks of the GMG sending rounds out, ripping apart cover and positions. He couldn't fire the tube on his right shoulder without a hand to steady it so he worked at just firing the GMG and using the rocket pod on his left shoulder to send the mini-rockets off, cutting open a path through the yard steadily. As they reached the building he planted himself int he yard, "Get a move on then babe. I'll wait here." He kept firing, sweeping his GMG across the yard, stitching a semi circle of death, keeping the soldiers back.

His FLIR and RADAR beeped as it played out targets. The PMC soldiers were moving forward, creating a path out of the base. Victor made very sure to not hit any of them as he blasted away. Taking moments to use the rocket tube on his right shoulder to take out targets of oppurtunity. He was so bent on destruction that the first burst of light almost passed him by. He then felt the shockwave. He half turned and saw a wall of flame coming his way. He instantly detached the explosive hoppers off his back and flung them well clear, lest they ignite from the heat. he then hunkered down making himself as small as he could. He felt the heat, the push of the explosion. Trusting in his armor. He had no time to warn anyone else. The explosion slammed into him, and despite bracing he was pushed over. His HUD went white static, and his vision went black.

The courtyard of the compound smoldered. Trucks, equipment all manner of things had burned or tipped. He was getting no IFF signals as he pushed a metal beam off him. He looked about, his HUD coming back online, painting the area, showing where things had exploded, his GMG was a wreck some distance away, having taken something big that had broken it into 3 pieces. Some of his ammo had cocked off, there were small craters everywhere. He was left with his burned armor, his tomahawks and his shotguns which had weathered the situation quite well. He turned slowly, then his RADAR beeped. He twisted around and made a beeline for the signal of his fiance.

He started to pick his way into the wreckage. He blinked on the two small helmet lights either side of his visor. Finally he could see her. He barked, "Natalie! Stay with me, eyes open. Look at me. Don't you dare fucking leave me! We made a promise...we'd go together. Natalie!" He shouldered aside some rubble then got to her side, pushing his visor up. He grabbed her by the shoulder, "Natalie, stay with me here." He cued into the PMC channel, "HQ, target down...Natalie is down. There was a deadman switch...get an EVAC here. From anywhere, contact the Russians. I don't care. Natalie is down...we need EVAC ASAP!" He looked down at Natalie then growled, picking her up, "Come on hun, stay with me. We're getting out of here." He turned and began to pick his way out of the wreckage.

Vigil!

So then.

Three days without an IC post. You guys all dead out there? Or is this dying? Shall I get the funerary rites started?

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor skipped a few steps, hurling himself into the air. As he landed he sheathed his tomahawks, and redrew his shotguns, as the PMC surged in through the breached gates and took up positions inside the courtyard, Victor powered his way forward. He roared loud and strong, the sound of the roar broadcasting through a speaker he had mounted on his back now, like some heavily armored robotic wonder, a Titan of heavy armor. A battle cry or battle horn. Who the hell cares. He had someone to reach. He almost seemed to move like everything else is in slow motion. LMGs seemed to miss him by hairs, those blasts of fire that hit him, skipped off his armor, sparks lighting where they hit the metal of his equipment. A huge 12.7x39mm HMG started to bark from somewhere. Trying to bracket him. Victor grabbed the rocket tube on his right shoulder again, used his HUD to locate it's position, and put another round right down the barrel of the HMG. Ripping it and the operators apart. He kept moving, his RADAR pinging and showing him the direction to go. It had the biometrics of Natalie saved, it could track her through a sandstorm and be off by just less then a meter.

Behind him the PMC got into position, creating a corridor and a strong point, keeping the compounds guard contingent penned in under coordinated fire. SMAWs, underslung grenade launchers and even a few MGLs were employed to provide shock as they kept the guards at bay.

Victor plowed his way forward steadily. Firing casually. His Radar telling him he's getting closer. Soon he looms around the corner of Natalie's cover. He gives a soldier who was trying to move up, a rip from both his shotguns, dropping the expended drum mags and slapping new ones in. He then turned, his eye visor seeming to gleam for the time in the light of an explosion from the PMC mercs doing their job. He chuckles, "My lady called? Your shield is here. Choose a path. I have your front."

Vigil!

It wouldn't be as fun to just collab together a post for the pair of us. Besides despite knowing each other on RPG for awhile now, and having an ongoing RP in the 1on1 section, our style differ slightly, and would look really wierd after a collab is put up.

King and I have differant patterns and speech styles. I use a odd little quirk to my writing. And King does too. I can't even begin to fathom what it would look like if we tried to put a collab giant post together.

Vigil!

Austin smiled, and followed Lucas into the backroom of the shop, closing the door into the main shop, and making sure the door out back to the warehouse is closed too. He then heads over and checks the MP7. He picks it up, sliding out the magazine, and checking to make sure it's safe. He then popped the slide, catching a round as it popped out. Setting the magazine and single round back on the table. The gun had been safe, but he just wanted to make sure. He set the PDW down then reached over for the money, looking it over and checking for tracing marks, then nodding, "I trust is served well? i don't usually get returns, but I can turn it around and let another client know that it worked for it's last handler well." He made sure to carry the weapon by the rubber on the grip and not the steel where he could leave a print easier. He set the PDW back among some boxes. He then looked over at Lucas.

He came back over and produced a toothpick from a pocket. He sat down at the workbench and looked at Lucas carefully, "Can I assume you might have another order? Or was it just the return. If you do, we can head out to the warehouse out back." He chewed on the end of the toothpick quietly looking at Lucas casually.

After abit he leaned against the workbench and hrmed, "I saw in the news there was an explosion and a fire at a place on the far side of town. Was that your work my friend? Do you need anything replaced after that?" He chewed on the toothpick a little while longer, his big bushy beard waggling and bobbing as he did. It was often said that his beard entered a room long before he did. And he used it like a battering ram sometimes when he was in a serious mood. He hrmed low and soft, "You know, I don't usually get into my clients business. But whatever war you are fighting, can't be good to do it all alone. If you need equipment I'm always willing to go straight across for money, or for information. You know this. But I know you too, and I understand this...vendetta. You aren't alone in this. There are people, me included, that could help you. Now the question is, what do you want to do with that information?"

Before Lucas could answer Austin got to his feet, "Come with me. I know you have places you want to be, and things you need to do. But I want to show you something." He didn't take no for an answer. He walked out back, hoping that Lucas would follow him out back and to the warehouse. Even if he didn't, Austin soon threw open the door, trudged inside and soon was coming out with a pristine and new M4A3, with all the elements tooled down to the very bare minimum, Just the main reciever, pistol grip, with a tooled down stock to lighten up the weight, the barrel shortened by another two inches, compared to it's normal 16, an attached angled foregrip with a small 20mm grenade launcher attached just ahead of the grip. A flashlight to the left of the barrel on a rail, and a laser sight attached on the right. An ITL MARS optic with a small 2x flip scope right behind it. A small compact beast of a weapon. He waited for Lucas, in the hopes the man would join him, in the meantime he held the tooled carbine on his arm almost as casually and carefully as he would a puppy, or a month old baby. “Think of it as…a demonstration. For a potential repeat customer, and for the idea that if you ever need help. Not just in something like this, but when you might be doing something out there, you come to me. Just a thought. Take a look.”

The bearded man offered the weapon to Lucas with a warm smile on his face. A smile, so disarming, so sincere.

Vigil!

Short really bad horrible horribad post is short. Sorry didn't know what else I could work in.

Vigil!

Austin quietly tinkered away at the front desk of his small shop. He'd found an ancient watch in a shipment of parts he had gotten in. Not parts for the back business but parts for the front business and he thought it'd be nice to have an old style pocket watch. He had the front open, the inside clock face opened and the hands beside him on a safety rag, when his work cellphone rang.

A blink later he reached for the phone checking it. Seeing on of many numbers that often call this number. He let out a hrm softly. Waited for the second ring then picked up. "'Ello? Martin General Repai....oh." He listened for a short bit. "I'm here right now. Come around back when you get here." He got up, looking around the shop then walking over to the front door when he saw no one was inside. He turned the sign over to show he's away, then locked the door. He also closed the workshop doors. Once that was done he went out back, and into a small shed, a secondary workshop if you will, filled with parts and a small desk and chair that he could use to upgrade a gun, or refit an armored vest. He sat down at the desk, and began to tinker with a Kiparis auto-pistol quietly. To pass the time.

He looked up every now and then as time passed. When he looked up he saw a vehicle pull in. He waited until someone got out. And waited a little longer before opening the door to the shed and stepping out. He smiled, his big beard waggling as he did, "Hello there sir. Welcome to Martin Repair. What can I help you with?"