BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan slammed the doors closed then put the car into reverse, wanting to get out of there as fast but as safely as he could. He checked the rear view mirror to make sure Andrew and Konstantin were safely in, then peeled out onto the main road. He smiled, "Oh that little bastard is going to wish I had hit him with one of my shots when we're done with him." He started to take the prescribed route to their Land Cruiser. Then all hell broke loose.

Nolan disobeyed Andrew at first. He looked up into his rear view mirror, to get an idea of what was following them as the first shots flew. He ducked when a round wickered in and blew the mirror off it's mountings. The shards of glass and plastic peppered him and the front area of the car. He stomped the gas swearing under his breath. Those Advanced Driving courses he took would finally pay off. Along with those Combat Driving Courses too. He ducked the car around, almost drifting around corners as he headed for the center of the city. He weaved through traffic, trying to lose the bigger, stronger SUVs in the traffic, making good use of the nimble car. But the SUVs always seemed to catch breaks.

He unholstered his M9, intending to try and take a shot when he could. He got a few moments where an SUV was in a position he could turn abit durin a lull in traffic to spit a round back through the driver side window which had been shattered by a hail of rounds a little while ago. He weaved past some semi-trucks, trying to get them between the car and the SUVs. He called back to Andrew, "I can't seem to lose the fucks!"

He pulled through traffic again, dodging more cars and innocent traffic. And had to duck partially as that AKM started to roar. He took a shot at the shooter, he would never know if he scored any hits at all. There was too much going on. He spat off a few more rounds. He hadn't seen the other SUV in awhile so he assumed Andrew had got them. But this other SUV with the AK in it still stuck to them. He grit his teeth, slowing hoping Andrew could get a good shot on the driver and shooter before they ventilated them or PITed them. He raised his pistol, to try and get an over his chest shot on the SUV when Andrew got the driver. And the SUV started to roll. Nolan slammed the gas getting them out of it's way. Dodging as it started to flame and threw debris everywhere. He panted, looking into one of the side mirrors, watching the traffic behind them stop behind the rolled and burning SUV. He shook his head, "Konstanin must know alot that they wanted him dead as much as they wanted us dead. I'm going to enjoy prying the info out of him before we give him to the CIA."

Nolan pulled the car off the highway and onto the grid of maze like side streets. If there were any more pursuers, the maze of streets would be a great barrier to them following. Nolan reached up to adjust the rear view mirror then remembered the state of it when his hand closed around nothing. He shook his head, "One of these days when I quit the army for good, I reserve the right to slug my former commanding officer..." Just him grousing abit.

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Victor walked towards the armory, the warmth of Australia was such that he had honestly forgotten how warm it could get, nothing like his native northern US or the north of the Scandinavian lands. He'd take almost anywhere over the warmth of Australia usually. But it is good to get back into the saddle like this. Out here he didn't think it was a bad thing to walk around in nothing but a pair of tight jeans. And almost nothing else. He didn't even wear his war paint sometimes for fear of it sweating off his face.

He still felt the twinge of the rifle round that had hit him high on the shoulder just a short time ago. He still had a large gauze patch taped over it, by order of the Belgian doctor who had released them under duress in his case anyway. The Doc had been worried that he might through the only barely repaired muscles out if he went back to work. Of course the doctor assumed he'd be going back to some cushy job. He had no idea.

Victor pulled open the door to the armory and turned, spotting his fiance. He smiled, and was going to sneak up on her when she told him she wanted to talk. He shut the door and locked it just in case, then came over to her. Sitting down with her and wrapping his arms round her. He could hear her anxiousness and her anger. He held her, "No it's no over, what happened to us, was just the start. Some of my old friends back in the Service say that the Marines, SEALs, DEVGRU, hell the Rangers. They're all mobilizing forces. I hear Vympel is getting into the mix, as well as JTF2 from Canada. Alot of major powers are gearing up, and major donations are headed towards Brussels to help with recovery." He hugged her tight.

He listened to her then placed a finger on her mouth, "What can we do? We do what we can, find who we can, blast, maim, kill, and take back some of what they took from us that day. I haven't suited up in months because of my training. I turned down good work to prepare." He kissed her as she cuddled close to him then smiled as she asked about the warpaint, "My blue and red? Sure you can use some of that. I used Blue and Red as shock value though. Traditionally it's supposed to be White, black and yellow." He cuddled right back against her smiling, "It's no taboo or anything for a warriors betrothed to use his paints. So us going into our next op painted up would be really interesting." He held her, and winked at her. Pulling her in for another kiss.

Titanfall RP Idea (video game, scifi)

Hey!

Titanfall? RP? Big mechs.

Centering on the militia?

F-ing eh!

So in if you'll have me.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan watched his partner set the explosives down, sweeping the perimeter with his rifle scope, keeping his friend covered. The Armor-piercing rounds were not designed for firing at soft targets like infantry, but they'd still do the job. He checked shadows, high points, along the road, everywhere a patrol might be coming out of, or a sharpshooter stopping on his rounds. His breath began to get that even, slow pace of a true sniper getting into the zone. He'd likely breath that zone once the wait began but he knew he's ready.

As the last mine is put down he centered his crosshairs once again on his friend, watching his clamber up onto the roof again and get into hiding. Nolan slid the bolt back partially, and hit the safety catch on his rifle. He didn't want an accidental discharge during the intervening time. He snuggled down under his tarp and began the arduous task of waiting. He grunted, "I knew I forgot to bring something warm with me. Thanks for reminding me." He sighed and set to waiting, watching the horizon. And whispering a quiet prayer to all those people who died, and would soon begin to get their payback for how they died.

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0555 Five minutes before the arrival of the HVT and the convoy.

Nolan jerked awake, he had nodded off, and felt like a proper idiot for it. His soft snores had probable echoed abit through the radio. He shook himself abit, causing a bird who had snuggled down on his head, thinking it'd make a nice nest to take flight in fright. He groaned, coughing a little. He then looked out at the horizon, to where he'd make the first shot...

0600 Game time...

Nolan pushed the bolt forward, and flicked off the safety latch. He put eye to scope, looking down at the 600 meter mark. As he did the first of the vehicles appeared. "Fuck I already hear them, how does it look from you crow's nest?" He heard from Andrew. He smiled, and the smile could be heard over the radio as he responded, "Target rich environment..." He waited, centering the first shot on the HVT SUVs engine block. A trained driver would hit the gas, trying to get their VIP out of there. But a round maybe two, into that engine block would stall them. He clicked his radio to let Andrew knew he saw it at 800 meters. He waited a little more. Then the first mine went off, and he fired, cycling the bolt as the first bullet left the muzzle of the rifle. The first and second bullets hit the engine block about a split second apart.

Nolan was already cycling the bolt again, and adjusting his aim. The third bullet spat out, followed about another second after ward by the fourth. Both rounds hit within an inch of each other on the driver side front windshield, barely slowed down at all by the up-armored polymer. The two shots were over kill, a single round punched through the driver, drove into his chest, and out his back, decimating his lungs and spine, and the round now tumbling abit, maimed Ahmed in the back seat. If it weren't for the second bullet, Ahmed actually would have been alive to see Konstantin taken. But the second round punched a second hole into the driver, but met less resistance, so when it hit Ahmed it blasted through him without any loss of speed or trajectory. It left a very large hole in the arms-dealers back when it punched through him and landed in the trunk of the SUV. Nolan cycled his last round into the chamber, and put the fifth and final round into the passenger side windshield. There a body guard had been trying to get his seat belt loose. The fifth round made a mess of his stomach. And missed Konstantin by a hairsbreadth as it came out through the man's ass.

Time hadn't quite slowed down for Nolan as it had seemed to move in fast forward. All that action seeming to have passed so fast that as he dropped the empty mgazine into his pack and grabbed a magazine of the FMJ rounds well Nolan had a hard time believing that it had actually happened. He slammed the new magazine up into the rifle, cycled the bolt and started to scan the devastation on the ground. The lead truck burned, the trailing truck blazed, the middle HVT truck littered with holes. The smoke and flames from the burning trucks were truly screwing with his shots though, but he caught sight of one more guard who had managed to live through that carnage. He murmered into his mic, "The carnage a pair of badasses can cause." The guard raised his little SMG trying to get a bead on Andrew. Then Nolan fired. The round slammed into the man's vest, bit right though, and tossed him a good 4 feet backwards. Nolan hrmed, "I don't see anymore from up here. I'm going to plant a thermite grenade up here on the tarp and the miscellaneous goods we don't need to take with us. Me, my ammo and my guns are displacing." He threw a rappelling rope over the railing. Clamped it down, shouldered his pack and rifle, then knotted up, placing a thermite grenade on the tarp, and distance card they had brought then leapt over the railing, buzzing down, using the climbing clamp to control his descent rather then rappelling down the correct way. Just as he touched down the thermite flared, the intense heat burning away any trace that he was there, leaving behind a tell tale burn scar, but would leaving nothing for anyone who came through to tell what he was there to do.

He pulled a silenced M9 off his harness, he had to have something he could use and quick draw, apart from his PP and his Striker. He checked his surroundings then tore off through the warehouse, making his way to the car. He checked his watch, having set a countdown until those bastards could send people to check on their assets. He called through his mic, "1 mike to the car on my end....6 mikes to skinny reinforcements. Give me 1 mike to get the car over there." He skidded around the corner, seeing to men ahead of him, checking out their car curiously, both of them dressed in the dress of those dealers. He raised his pistol, and double tapped them both, not having enough time to ask questions. They dropped, and he shouldered aside one of the bodies that had fallen against the car. He grabbed the back up key from inside the wheel well then got in, started the engine and headed for the warehouse.

He arrived just behind Andrew and their prey, Konstantin. He rolled in, and reached back to pop the back passenger an front passenger side doors. He waved at Andrew, "Four mikes before we have to deal with jihadist dirt bags turning up to ruin this picnic. Let's get moving brother." He sat back up to check the mirrors, and to look around just in case they had some early arrivals.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Name: Jacob Kaldin
Code name: Smoke
Age: 57

Rank/Title(Dependent on position): ???

Appearance:

Role: Long range offensive spells and Defensive Spell and shield work

Special Abilities or Expertise: Runic Mage, using the Elder Futhark rune alphabet. Also uses cigarette smoke to cast spells, create runes and alleviate stress. Also has a Doctorate in Rare and Extinct Languages.

Nationality: Extranational, considers himself a member of all nations and at the same time, a member of none.

Biography: It's an interesting thing to have your life turned utterly and completely upside down. When he was younger Jacob was just your normal everyday stoner and casual student. Going through his life day to day, job day by job day and class by class. He was in fact the last person you would expect to manage to get a doctorate, let alone become a Rune Mage and Smoke Mage as well.

He was "awakened" to the world of magic when he was almost killed by a rogue lycan attack on a camping trip. He got away alive, but realized the arts of magic and the world of the supernatural. It opened his eyes, and sent him on the path of the mage and scholar. Just so happens he did it in such a way that fit his lifestyle.

Personality: Laid back, casual, live for the moment kind of attitude and personality. Taking things as they come, planning ahead only if he actually has too.

Campus Cover: Language Professor, and all around casual teacher.

Trivia:

Carries a pistol made of runic acceptable metals and materials, onto which runes can be printed that change the aspect of the shot.

Carries special carbon pencil that is magically enhanced, to be used to write runes on hard surfaces, and with concentration can trace runes onto the air itself.

Also carries a pack of cigarettes with him at all times. His cancer-sticks are there for when he has to calm his nerves, or in a pinch, cast smoke spells and runes if his pencil is out of action. Though Smoke Magic is incredible sketchy and can be very unspecific.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

So CSs here or in the OOC?

I've been wanting to see how my character idea works out and see if there any things I need to tone up or down.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Awww I thought my idea to be a Rune mage was unique.

That's okay. I can be the teams defensive expert and long range artillery rather then support.

Disaster survival intchk

Well this RP is still looking for people, only one person from before the brief downtime decided to make the transfer to the OOC.

If you are of the persuasion to come join, please check the OOC and make your interest known.

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

So how far are we allowed to go with our characters? What are our limits? Oh I know the basics of course, no OP characters, etc. But I want to know what level of expertise a character can have. The idea I have for a character is an oddity so I'm curious.

Truculent Nature, Before During and After Disaster

You know what, I had not even thought of a volcanic basis for this idea. My mind was dead set on earthquake or tsunami.

A volcanic eruption, would be just as devastating. And quite possibly get us the exact same problem.

Dare we try Vesuvius or even Yellowstone maybe? Hmmm that begs some thought.

Truculent Nature, Before During and After Disaster

May be a little too soon for a Japanese setting. But at the same time that is true about California. It's always getting hit in movies books and games.

I'll have to look a little closer at areas in earthquake zones.

Meanwhile feel free to suggest more areas.