BigPapaBelial

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Not the best post, didn't know where to go, but yeah there you have it.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Just inside the big sliding door of the gunshop, Tyler has several cases, bullets, a package of primers and propellants. As well as a bullet press set up on the edge of a table. He's standing in such a way that he can watch the target practice and also take part in what's going on at the barbeque. At the moment he's cleaning out a bullet case with a wire brush. He'd exhausted his supply of wild cat rounds during that last deployment. So he needed to make more, while he's at it, there is a box full of various other calibre cases and bullets nearby, he might just make some magazines for the rest of the team. Can't stress the effectiveness of ammo with more punch then standard stuff. He had a can of cola nearby which he sipped from as he worked.

The steady click, pop and clatter of the bullet press began as he started to create. The CSOR gunsmith he had learned from had told him it's always best to make your own wildcats, try not to trust others to do it. Unless you were around to watch. Never knew how much propellant they put in, or if they somehow screwed up and the case wall had been weakened, last thing you want is a bullet exploding in the chamber. So he did it all with his own hands.

All the while he looked out the door watching the range and the others at the BBQ. These are his teammates, gotta love the fun.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor quietly made sure his jump kit is secured. For someone weighing in at a little less then a ton of armoring and kit, he actually had three parachutes as his main jump kit and then another two as his back up. He made sure every buckle and every belt is secured, he had alot of stuff on that would cause a nice big crater it if all disconnected in the air. He gave one last tug as Carl came back into the cargo compartment. Grinning at him and the smaller juggernauts, "It's been a good long time since we had a chance to fight beside each other. Everything should be quite fine. We've all gotten new toys I see." Looking at all the new kit that Carl, Jenny and Ross were packing. He smiled, "And we do too." He watched as Natalie drew her sword grinning broadly. She favored that heavy crushing edged weapon. He reached down and brought up that heavy titanium rifle butt club he had made some time ago. Refined even more. Made almost completely of titanium with a few hefty dense pieces at differant places. The business end of the club now weighted with a chunk of lead-platinum-osmium alloy. Making the swing of the thing deadly. Back in testing he had swung it hard enough that he had very nearly lost the damned thing. It now came with a hand strap that he could put on if he wanted to use it as a proper weapon. After testing throwing the weapon it had pulverized a granite block at twenty feet. He reached over and tapped the club against her sword.

Carl watched this from where he stood, keeping three points of contact for how he stood. He felt a little under armed honestly in the presence of these two behemoths. But at the same time he knew he had a great deal more maneuverability then them, he'd be able to apply that in combat alot more. But he knew that he'd never be able to contend with that pair of giants in the strength or sheer devestating power they could likely employ.

At the far end of the plane, the jump master stood speaking into his headkit. After he got the information he called out on the unit comms, "Alright Ladies and Gentlemen, and I use those terms loosely, Drop zone in two minutes. Perform final prep. Check your lines, and your chutes. Again two minutes." Victor got to his feet as the rest of the Blue Sword unit did as well, the soldiers in lighter armor started checking each other over. Victor turned to Natalie and began to check her after he stood up. Carl walked over and looked Jenny over carefully. Ross doing him and Jenny checking Ross.

It took everyone about a minute to get that settled. And just as the majority of them finished the jumpmaster nodded, his hand on his kit. And hit a button, the red jump light coming out, calling over the comms, "Red is on! Red is on! Opening the ramp. Push the kit pods up!" A few of the Blue Sword soldiers pushed five kit drop pods forward, cylindrical pods holding extra weapons, ammo and other things that the group will need on the ground. Enough there hopefully to keep them until the rest of the task force reaches them later in the day.

The jumpmaster called out, "Last check! Ready up! Set your pull timers, 800 meters! We're coming in towards the mountain face so there won't be any need to adjust your drop on the way! Get ready!" The rear door of the plane finally opened, decompression sucking at the soldiers. The jumpmaster hit another button and a green light burnt brightly. He called, "Green is on! Green is on. 45 seconds!" The pilot called back to them, "Good luck! Task Force Retaliation is moving! Once you're on the ground you're on your own until they arrive. Forward observation will be blowing an outpost while you're in the air. So the targets will have something else on their mind." The jumpmaster waited, watching his handheld timer, then shouted, "Pods go!" The five pods were pushed out, "Jumpers go!" The Blue sword soldiers, Heavy Juggernauts and O.G. Juggernauts followed moments later.

Down on the ground Nolan had the radio reciever tucked against his head, "Right! We got it. Blowing charges. Andrew hit it!" Andrew depressed the wireless detonators. And the outpost went up in a ball of flame and sharpnel, the IFVs and APCs going up in flares of fire. The ammo blazing, several rockets kicking off and crashing into technicals and other equipment. The enemy scrambling to get clear. An armor piercing rocket slammed into the side of the tank, piercing a small hole in the side of it and toasting it's controls. It could be repaired but in the hail of explosions it'd be awhile until anyone had time for it.

The push to end the terrorist group who had attacked Brussels was in full swing now. Nothing could stop it now.

Up in the air Carl couldn't even see the explosion all he had eyes for was the altimeter on his arm, and making sure he didn't bump into anyone. The meters ticked away, the late night air roared by his helmeted head. All that mattered for him, was the jump. And what a jump it is.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

I'm not sure where I want to put Tyler at the moment. Working in the gunshop creating more Wildcats. Or out at the barbecue available to shoot the shit while retooling his Colt.

Just to be on hand for anything you know?

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Still have me, no matter what happens King.
You know that man.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

Tyler followed his squadies out of the room, sweeping the lines as they went just in case someone was still crazy enough to be in the building after the shit kicking they had gave them before. He swept through the building carefully, picking his way along. Covering corners, and keeping an ear on his CBRN monitor earplug just in case something starts to beep. Settling down on a corner covering their front, he waits as the rest of the team files past and out into the open. He takes up the rear again as they move out and down a few alleys and out of the danger area.

After they got clear and everything is set up he calls out to the group, "No clue what that place was built out of. If you have masks or something to cover your face with get it on. Last thing I wanna do is write up a report because some one breathed in Asbestos or inhaled some mouse droppings or some shit like that. Don't give any of us safety and CBRN specialists more work." As he said this he sealed on his breathing mask. Making sure it is strapped tighter, made sure the filter on it is screwed on securely. He quickly took back watch on an angle, facing down one line of the street they hid on. They may be nearing the end of this operation, but that doesn't mean they have any reason to let down their guard just yet.

He hunkered down against the wall and the pile of trash he's using as cover. He waited, wondering if this would sound anything like the time he was in the States of the Fourth of July.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Bugcatcher sat at his desk. Plugging away, "Okay...Libby...you're clear on cameras. I have a loop of an all clear with a scheduled guard rotation on them. They'll have no idea. I have the real feeds slaved to my terminal. I'll be able to watch you through. A guard already passed your route so you'll be clear for another two minutes. Get moving pretty lady." He in the mean time checked to make sure his back door is set up properly still. Making sure there were no traces on his hacks yet. The enemy techs would eventually be able to make it past his own intrusion measures and track him down if they stayed long enough. He looked back up at the feeds, seeing Cassie down the gaurd. Then looked to see where the other gaurds are, "You're okay Lib. You're fine. Doesn't look like the report of that gun made it to anyone else. Proceed. Next gaurd is on the far side of his patrol route. You're clear for a little while longer."

Drevan bit his lower lip lightly, reaching over to take a sip of the glass of water he had on hand, clicking away, getting a anti-trace protocol going, giving something else for the enemy counter hackers to do.

He was setting off a set of fire sprinklers on the far side of the building from Cassie when an alert came up on one of his screens. It's a fairly rare one really. Radio traffic. Then Kingmaker shouting in his ear about a UAV in the air. He turns and brings up the ATC grid for the city on another screen. He looks about scanning through then spots the UAV, "It's not on the normal grid." He looked back to Cassie quickly, "Cas, you're clear for abit. My attention is needed elsewhere. The Gaurds are dealing with a hazard on the other side of the building. Get in and do what you need to do."

He jerked his attention over to the other screen, and starts to try and find the operator of the UAV, "Boss, this isn't lowjack. That Quaddie has to be large enough to carry something, that's the only reason the ATC and that Radio site would pick it up. We may be talking about a mini weapons system. The UAV itself I can't do a thing about. It's not connected to the grid like you might think it is. If I can find the pilot and his controller I might be able to slow it down, if he's near a wireless system." He got several radion and wireless grid sewn of up together and started searching, "He can't be too far. Those UAVs are usually battery powered. So if I can just..." He trailed off. The routines on his rigs triangulating positions where the controller could be, "Come on baby girl...come on." Overlapping locations and grid points began coming up. And on another of his screens he used preset camera hacks to see if he could locate the controller. There is no in hell he'd be able to miss someone on a laptop or with a UAV control device in public. It wouldn't take long.

Drevan finally grinned, he turned as Martin entered his office, "I think I got him. He's in a public area, but he's near a wireless grid. I don't think I can burn him out, but I can hack him and slow him down. What do you think boss?"

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan carefully edged his way along a wall. Pressing himself flat against it when he heard the sound of boots on gravel. He looked left right, and down the row of boxes in front of him, then realized the person or people walking were on the other side of the wall. Further into the compound. He waited, listening, the steps stopping just on the other side of the from where he is standing. He took a long slow breath. Waiting, listening. The sound of the person shuffling in his jacket. Something made of paper...maybe plastic. Nolan sniffed, tobacco, an illicit smoking break. There was a snap as a flip lighter was opened. And Nolan smelled the cigarette or cigar smoke on the air. He started to move again. He almost screamed in surprise. For a moment forgetting that no one else would hear the earbead in his ear, and no would would hear Andrew telling him he's out of the compound.

He took a moment to wait for his heart to stop beating a mile a minute. He waited, and waited a bit longer. He heard the growl of an engine start, and a vehicle begin to idle. He used that to get further out of the compound. Step by step, until he was at the edge of the camp. He looks back in, then out, calculating where he is in comparison to where Andrew now held position at. Getting an idea he started to pick his way along through the scrub and bush. He made his way out, in some places even scrambling on his stomach. Freezing completely at one point, the only thing between him and being spotted was his camo and a light piece of scrub that broke up his outline in the most meager of ways.

It took him a little while to make it back to the hide. Whispering just loud enough for Andrew to hear him, "It's me." Before slipping in beside him. He let out a groan softly, "Okay. That's that. All of those vehicles were cold. They aren't going anywhere in awhile. Let's wait out for abit. When the main group approaches we cause the opening havoc by blowing the charges. The main force hits the rest of the outpost and we move up with them." he looked at his friend, "Get somemore shut eye man. I'll take watch." He squirmed over and grabbed his rifle. Watching as the trucks Andrew spotted rolled into the outpost. It would be abit of a night.

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Twenty Four hours later, the next evening, 32000 feet above ground

The Juggernauts, all Five of them in fact sat in the rear of a C-27J Spartan. Abit cramped with the 5 heavily armored soldiers. And the 10 other lighter armored soldiers along with them as back up. Between them, Carl, Victor, Ross, Natalie and Jenny could utterly massacre anyone placed in front of them. But sometimes they can get tied up with something. And wouldn't be able to take care off all the targets. so the lighter armored men in light juggernaut armor are there to pull their bacon out of the fire in case they need it.

Carl grinned brightly as he walked in down from the front, "Three minutes ladies and gents. Pilot says our jump point is coming up, and we're good to go. Might want to consider getting ready to jump." He walked along the row of soldiers. Stopping in front of Ross, Jenny, Natalie and Victor, "Ready kiddies?" He chuckled and started to shrug on his jump kit.

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

I do not miss it. Not at all.

I may go back to school someday. Maybe get a Masters. But not any time soon.

Don't miss it at all. :3

Task Force Echo (A Special Forces RP)

What can I say.

I like that detonator out the window and blow shit up idea.

Let's make it happen.