BigPapaBelial

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Room by room on the first floor. He was last into the room, but first out, taking them from room to room. A few contacts here and there. Dropped as they entered rooms, or when they were moving down the halls. It was all precise. They all knew what they were there to do. Everyone of them a professional. You don't always need to tell a pro what to do. Just coax them along, give them guidance, they've been doing it long enough that alot of the motions, alot of the procedures have become instinct. You don't just sweep around a corner. You take it slow. Slide around that corner, pre-aimed and watching. The times he's seen regular army, just bust around a corner then complain about how they hadn't seen those hostiles, well he would have alot of money if he had been betting at it.

He was first into the lobby, and quickly darted into cover. Popping back up and laying down fire from his MP7A1. Suppression fire for the rest of the team to join him. As the rest of the sub team joined him he ducked down again and dropped the spent magazine out of the PDW, and slid a new one home, pocketing the empty magazine. He gunned down another of the remaining contacts. Force driving the man in the chest with seven well placed rounds. Moving on he peaked out and alot like Nikolaj got shot at by people outside. He ducked back down and grumbled, "Something tells me someone out there doesn't like us."

He drew a pair of smoke grenades after the order. And waited abit. Pulling the rings on the grenades at the same time, and hucking them out, getting a good split between the two, allowing them a decent coverage of smoke to move under. He switched weapons, putting the MP7 on safety, then holstering it, and uncinching his AR-10T again. Checking he had a full load, he opened fire with the team. The 7.62 rounds skittered down punching holes into walls, sending contacts running. He put down atleast one. He wasn't really intending too it just felt right. The first round took him in the knee, sending him into a falling sprawl. The second round caught him in the side. The last one punched through his shoulder. If he wasn't dead, he'd be paralyzed and bleed out where he lay. Tyler really didn't care at this point. "Cease fire! Cease up!" He relaxed his finger, resting it up on the trigger gaurd. The dust and smoke cleared. He had to smile. Pock marks and craters. Bullet holes and crevasses of devastation. What a sight. He quickly saved and cinched up his big rifle and redrew the MP7 as he fell in with Nikolaj and Goldfarb. He took the third position at the door. Ready to head in.

Click...boom, the door blasted inwards. Then nine crackling snaps as the Nine-bang went off. And he was hard on the Lead's heels.

He didn't fire a shot. Nikolaj and Goldfarb handled it fine. He helped clear the room then narrowed his eyes and for safeties sake pulled his mask up off his kit and slid it on. Sealing it around his head. he brought out Milly, his chemical detector then began to give the cache a careful look over. His weapon holstered he shook his head, "This is downright disgusting." He ran his detector over the entire room, making sure to get a good reading. Tyler nodded then pulled his mask off, attaching it to his kit again, "Well good news is. With the ventilation of the room, and the situation we have, we have no worries of an inhalation problem. Water run off isn't going to be a problem, to damned dry here for that. So ingestion won't be a problem either. When we get back to base, those of us who have been in here are going to have to do a full wash-down of our kit though. Residue will remain." He started checking the blocks, "We can't burn it. There's too much here. We'd never be sure if it all burned." He hrmed looking around the room, spotting some windows then grinning, and keyed into the group comms, "Ungern, Crowstep, message follows. How much det-cord and how many blasting caps do you have?" He smiled brightly, waiting for their EOD expert to reach the room with the information and the equipment they will need.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

General, "So let me get this straight Echo Actual, you are requesting a Nuke, to make sure a cache of plastic explosives is taken care of?"
Echo Leader, "That is correct sir. We just need you to sign off on it."
General, "Sounds good to me!"

I'm not the only one who thought that am I?

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Have to be a bloody long wire. I don't think we'd want to be in the same zip code of that if we use blasting caps. Still like the idea.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

At current, what I'm seeing is that PETN has a relatively high flammable explosion point. So it can be burned easily enough without setting off an explosion. But if subjected to a rapid and powerful detonation shock it will go off quite easily. In fact a way to get rid of PETN and a few other plastic explosives is to put small amounts no more then 3 Kgs or so in the middle of a fire pit, cover it in wood shavings and douse the shavings with diesel fuel and set that alight. If there is a great deal of PETN needed to be get rid of, then several fires set apart from each other at the same time can be used.

There is still a chance (slim mind) of the burn causing a detonation. But the small amount of the recommended explosive shouldn't cause a huge problem.

Mind you the way the RP situation looks they aren't going to be able to burn all that separately. My vote? A few incendiary grenades, then run and hope it doesn't take the building down.

Yes I looked it up.

Yes I'm hyped...

Yes I'm hoping it all explodes. ;3

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Okay, let's see what we can do here. Lots of information to work off. See where this goes!

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

I love being out of school!

No more books, no more dirty looks.

Mind you now I have an education degree. So I'm the teacher that gives the dirty looks...

How's that for a trade off? xD

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

I'll be sure to keep that in mind for my character. Mine has a MP7A1 on one of his loadouts.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

I don't think all of us are too good at the lingo. We have smatterings here and there. Because many of us have done Military RPs in the past. And brushed up abit.

Alot of my lingo comes from video games really. I learned compass and "o'clock" bearings from ARMA and of all places Warhammer 40k Space Marine when I was a member of a clan that used military-like tactics. Fire teams, and the like. We'd often fill up one whole side of a lobby, deal out roles to differant team members, depending on their strengths, use differant callsigns for each team, have differant teams on differant communications so we all weren't overlapping, with a general party made up for when we weren't in a match etc.

Learned compass bearings with Konrad in ARMA. 090, 180, 000 etc. High, low, etc. I can't count the times Konrad had saved out lives, after I learned mind you, when he'd see something, shout out, "340, high on the ridge!" Spin around and see two guys trying to draw a bead on us. Course I was our designated autoriflemen, once you know where you're firing with a weapon that has 150 rounds, it doesn't matter if you can't hit them, the fact you've got a wall of rounds flying at them is what you are all about.

Just as long as you're willing to learn, and look at things in a differant light, who the heck cares if you don't know how. Just roll with it and do the best you can.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Of course it could never be easy. He could hear the bullet pinging off the armored sides of their vehicle. With a growl he reached down, popping the magazine out of his AR-10T. He slotted it away and popped the round in the chamber clear. Putting the loose round into a pocket for later to top up the magazine. Reaching into another of the pockets on his rig he brought out a completely different magazine. This one had a Maple Leaf spray-painted on both sides, in the middle of the leaf, a stylised beavers head, with two little paws sticking up flipping the bird at anyone who happened to be looking. Tapping the magazine on the side of the rifle he then slotted it into the rifle, pulling the receiver lever. Locked and loaded. He's explain what those are later. He hadn't had to use any up until now.

He jerked his head up as orders and teams were brought up. He looked over to Goldfarb, giving him a nod, then back to Nikolaj, calling out, "Roger that sir." The ride pulled to a stop. And the growl of the .50 on top of the machine began. The first team moved out. And he fell in to Nikolaj's side. The AR-10T coming up to his shoulder. Without needing to be told he got to watching a side, as they proceeded to cover. Once there he settled in and started to provide a base of fire for the rest of the team. Normally the 7.62 rounds in the AR would be enough. But something about them. They didn't just make holes in cover, they left craters in whatever was on the otherside of it. Powerful rounds in that magazine it seemed. He yelled, "Contact, 010 high!" And fired a second later. The man up there with an AKM took two rounds. Both chest shots. But the rounds left two huge holes in his chest and back. Punching clean through his piece of crap kevlar chest plate, his body and left foot deep craters in the wall behind him. The opening fire fight was a sure sign that these bastards might have something to hide. Atleast to his training and outlook it seemed they were putting up alot more of a fight here compared to a few other places they'd been too. He helped to gun down another of the skinnies. Two of those heavy rounds making an unholy mess of the shooters shoulder before he tried to dart out and got cut down by a member of the other fireteam.

When the technical showed up he added his own fire to taking it out. Those wildcat heavy hitter rounds in his rifle punch holes in the side of the vehicle. Being very careful with the application of those rounds mind. Not firing nearly as much, making very careful use of those twenty high-power rounds. Course good things always come to an end. Chasing a contact out of cover and into the line of fire of another member of the team he dumped the magazine. Slotting it back into the pocket alongside the only other Heavy Hitter magazine he had time to make before they had all left at the beginning of this. Slotting a normal magazine into his rifle he fell in with Nikolaj. Keeping his aim off to one side, scanning and covering his angles as best he can. As they crossed the yard, the ear-bud in his left ear that is connected to his LCD 3.2E Chem detector made a click. Milly was trying to tell him something. When they got into cover he quickly reached back into one of the pockets in his combat pack, bringing Milly out into hand, and bringing it around to check on it. He checked the readings, the readout on the front of the handheld detector showing tracers of an Energetic Plasticizer having passed through the area at some point. He logged it. Then looked up and over to his fellow CBRN expert on the team, Aleksandra Volkov. He keyed into the comms, "Plasticizer, could be a hit or miss reading. Seems pretty stable though." He slotted Milly away into her holder. Then got back into position.

As they got back into position and reached the apartment. He checked his angles. Didn't want something sneaking up on them now. Then one of his favorite orders came in. Sarcasm button off. He grunted, "Yessir." He motioned for Goldfarb to take up his angles. Then swung around. He quickly cinched his rifle up close to his chest, barrel pointed towards his feet, made sure his safety is on, and his rifle butt pushed down so he didn't end up smacking himself in the chin at some point. By then he was just outside the door. Having snuggled in beside it. He drew the MP7A1 off his hip, and waited a second or two. Tyler waited for the nod and the cry of, "Move!" from Nikolaj. He turned into the door. Leading the way with the MP7. One hand under the barrel, folding handle swung down. His index finger on his left hand pressed to the selector button on the RAID weaponlight, ready to blaze with the light and pulling the trigger with his right. He lead the way boldly into the building.

He entered the building. Quickly doing a door count. Leading the way in, bottom floor he had said, that'd be easy enough to do. With Svoboda at his back he stopped just past the first door on their left, "Alright, door left. Check it." He kept his gun trained down the hallway, waiting for Svoboda's call.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Like I said before you guys are all adorable.