BigPapaBelial

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Oh really King? Which 1x1 are we talking about here? IT couldn't be the one with the clowns and ostriches could it?

lol

Is she going to be a another Natalie? In case anyone is wondering, King and I have been in a year long 1x1, it survived the transfers, and I think he wants to make Svetty into another immense woman from that 1x1. I can so see why, because Natalie is an incredible character.

I am looking forward to this RP quite abit.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

A second vote for A!

I really like that idea.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

As a minor note, I had forgotten to add in those claymores from the original idea. I have since done so, and added an interesting thing I had thought of, several small sticks of remote activated semtex, used for distraction purposes, toss it, leave it, when it's time to leave, set it off to cause confusion and get people to go to places where no one actually is.

Thought it'd be entertaining.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor stood confidently, and waited for their moment to drop, he smiled at the jumpmaster, knowing the man was scared of them now, and he deserved that scare. He carefully set his jump kit up, making sure everything was in place. He looked over at Natalie, "I traced in a medicine wheel on mine. In grey and white. Would have colored it too, but didn't have the time." HE made sure to have everything placed where they needed to be, and also made sure he could reach his GMG and other kit before cinching everything up.

As they reached their jump zone he stepped to the door as it opened, then almost got thrown back away from the door when the flak and AA fire began to go off. He growled out the door, watching it all, "Hmmm something tell me we are not welcome." The time ticked by, he looked out the back, hanging onto an internal bracing so he could see out. His HUD highlighted tunneled, AA positions, enemies running to cover, all manner of things. He blinked, and his HUD began to paint some of them for his rocket pods. He had three locks by the time the 30 second call came out. He looked up one last time to make sure he was tied in. He turned again and got a fourth lock, right before the missile lock was called out. He gripped the internal bracing tighter.

Time seemed to slow down as Natalie sailed by him. His hand lashed out to try and grab her. He missed by mere hairsbreadths. He waited to see her chute open, but then noticed the flapping line behind her. He made his decision then. He reached up and by mean strength alone ripped the cord off his own, and hurled himself skyward.

He drifted, knowing he only had a few seconds in the air, but he needed to make sure he was close to her. He almost ripped his chute cord off as he pulled it, grunting in surprise as they burst open, safely above Natalie, "I damn sure am not letting you leave his world before or after me woman! Don't you dare do that to me again!" He reached back for his GMG. Pulling it down, slotting the feeder line in, and flipping off the control stub, and let loose with a line of rounds. Shortly after they let fly he let out a cry of surprise and honest fear. The force from the shots had spun him around a full 360 degrees. A wave of vertigo passing through him, he hadn't figured on that. He coughed and hacked into his mask, "Okay GMG is a no go. I'm not throwing up in my suit for that." He held onto the big weapon, but he did start to highlight targets again. Red outlines appearing over positions. He grinned and blinked.

The weapons fire from below continued, the man on the AA cannon spiting fire up at what looked like two foolish jumpers. He didn't pay might to the man with the GMG thinking he was safe. And didn't even care about the eight puffs of smoke that appeared at the man with the GMGs shoulders. He just kept firing, right up until two mini, high explosive rockets slammed down into his position. Him, his AA cannon and the sic other men in the AA nest were vaporized by the explosives. Nearby six other positions were hit by rockets fired from Victor's shoulder mounted rocket pods. Even as the firing slackened under the surprise onslaught he was reloading the rocket pods. Victor had brought reload containers with mini-rockets, ten containers in all, meaning he could reload his rocket pods, five times each. As the fire from below began again he was already once again highlight positions and a second volley of rockets lit up again, taking out all the more immediate threats in their path. He laughed, then swung up the GMG. He decided to try something differant, instead of a rapid blast of shots, he resorted to single rounds, not as effective as an eight round burst, but still deadly. Not quite the same as he's used too, but still destructive.

He let himself drift, "I love my job. I can't say that enough." He peppered some soldiers as they ran towards the base. "I'm my own gunship!" He laughed, and let out a war whoop as he sent one man tumbling down into the ravine, "And I will clear out every warren you run into, do you hear my rats! Everyone! You cannot escape me! You shot me once! I will shoot you a dozen times in pay back! You can replace yourselves with two, three, even ten at a time and I will not rest until you are all dead at my feet!" He didn't even react to the rifle fire from below. He was on too much of a roll.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Name; Howard Davis known as Degatogah

Age: 29

Appearance: Six foot five inches of ghostly hunter. Dark tanned skin, not sun kissed, that's just stupid, no, this is true dark tanned skin from working in the sun, not lying in the sun all day long. An almost leather-like color, hells it even feels like leather, thick, with a real feel to it. A powerful but whippy build, of corded muscle, no body builder, but with a tone. Calloused hands, used to handling tools and doing work bare handed. If not under a ghille tends to wear either t-shirts, polo shirts or muscle shirts. With hiking or work boots on his feet, and more then like cargo style khaki trousers. His hair is perpetually cut into a short mohawk, swept back towards the back of his head, at the very rear, of his head is a long thick bread, that goes to just above his tail bone. His eyes are a dark black, he says he has eyes of obsidian. Sharp eyes indeed. When on the job he's wearing a combat webbing, with several pockets, pouches and places to store items and equipment, usually worn under his ghille which is easily adapatable to the environment. The cape style ghille is open at the front so he can reach inside it for anything he needs. When up close, the black, grey and red warpaint he wears tends to take on the look of the hunters mask

Callsign: Lasanga (9000 Moxana points to who get this reference)

Skills:

Tracking - Be it a partial foot print, a cigarette butt, the remains of a sandwich, he can very well find who did it. The smallest sign is all he needs to start putting together a direction of travel, how many, and what they might have eaten for breakfast if you want specifics.

The Zone - The zone, once you're in it, almost nothing can phase you. Patience, breathing, basic needs, can be dulled so what needs to be done, can be done. This is the Zone.

One with Nature - Even without his ghille he can disappear right into nearly any environment. But with his ghille on, only the most eagle-eyed stealther or observant being will be able to pick him out.

Eclectic Fighter - Trained in Tae Kwon Do, Brazilian Jui Jitsu, straight up bare knuckled street fighting, and the incredibly eclectic Okichitaw Cree Martial art. Coupled with knife fighting, and the knowledge of tomahawk combat and axe throwing. Makes for one hell of nightmare to encounter in a dark situation.

Professional Hunter - Has the trained eye of a hunter to look for the best place to ambush, or to get that shot from a place the prey won't expect.

History: Brought up in Ganienkeh in Northern New York State. Second child of four, and the oldest male sibling. His family were traditionalists, trying their best to live off the land rather then out of a grocery store. They had a few trap lines in some of the wilder sections of the land, which had been handed down to them for generations. His father is an accomplished hunter, his mother knew all the things a woman of traditonal understanding should know, and more so. It's not that they lived as savage. As his father had a Ph.D in Engineering, and his mother a Doctorate in Special Education. They could have had wonderful jobs, but instead decided to live a much simpler lifestyle.

Almost from day one, David was brought up to rever those old ways, to never take more then you needed, to use everything that you do get. He did go to the public school system, and went through it all with decent grades. He went partially through college before joining the army. There he completed his college Masters in Physics. In the army he quickly showed how a traditionalists approach to fieldcraft went a long long way. He quickly worked his way into the sniping detail. Becoming somewhat well known in the company he worked with for being able to disappear utterly, and reappearing when he was needed, and never ever missing. When a platoon needed sniper cover, they often requested him to be the cover. By the time he left the army, he regularly broke the golden rule of sniping to never shoot from the same place more then twice. Mostly because the enemy could never find him.

Upon return to civilian life, one would have thought he'd be at a loss, not able to let go of the army life. And in a sense that's true, but instead of being unable to settle, he took up the lifestyle of his parents, and become a hunter. Full time without end. He made a living selling prime wild meat to restuarants around the land he hunted, who else could boast having real, true to life game meat? He hunted with rifle and bow, picking off bird and big game like deer, elk and moose.

It was here that Scimitar came to be known to him, a recruiter managed to find him in the bush. He had been tucked away, stalking a small herd of deer, when some fool in a man in a suit and hiking boots came tromping into the bushes, yelling his name. Davis had ghosted up behind him, and in payback for spooking the heard, scared the living daylights out of the man. What followed was a whirlwind recruitment attempt. With the recruit trying to follow Howard into the bush to talk to him. It took the man a week and a half to finally convince Howard to atleast look into it.

Everything fell into place after that. How can you say no to a sniper that never misses after all? And one that only the most wily, and observant watcher can see.

Personality: Can be very stoic and severe when on the job, as he takes his job seriously. He's quiet, single-minded and dangerous. But has the ability to switch gears from the zone to a much more approachable person. He likes to laugh, chat on several topics, even debate them at length. He can also on occasion be found in a bar or pub somewhere sipping at a drink with a nice pub steak in front of him. Fun and games, and then the switch is thrown and it's all business.

Suit:

Suit

Weapons:

GM6 Lynx Anti-Material Rifle - Multiple magnification custom sniper scope, top magnification of 25x. Integrated scope cam, for post-op debriefing.

AAC Honey Badger Carbine - Integrated silencer, with C79 optical sight, and green NVG visible laser sight

Equipment:

2x Winkler&Sayoc tomahawks, one axe being full blade head, while the other is a pick-over-blade head.

Hawks

Moose bone handle combat knife.

Collapsible combat bow - Adjustable tension string, with an effective distance up too 500 meters. Integrated collimator sight. Twenty carbon fiber arrow shafts with fiberglass fetching, fitted into a quiver that contains modular arrowheads. Arrowheads within quiver have several uses, armor piercing, HE, broad-head and smoke functions to name a few.

6x claymore mines

4x remote activated semtex sticks for distraction purposes

Hobbies: Sustenance hunter, using bow and rifle. Long range hiking. Marathons. Wilderness rescue volunteer.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Still here.

Haven't ditched on you yet brother.

Why should I start now?

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

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Nolan came out behind Andrew. One fist wrapped in Konstantin's shirt front. Nolan had not let the gun runner have one moment where he felt safe. Always nearby, a weapon out and pointed at him, an angry glare on his face, Konstantin had learned the dangers of trying to beg during the trip in wen Nolan had kicked or backhanded more then a few times. Nolan handed the man over to the two soldiers, "Make sure he remembers where he's at now gentlemen." He then turned to jog over to catch up with Merlin and Andrew, "That man could use a bullet to the dome." He finally turned and looked at Merlin. And couldn't stop himself, "I thought you'd be taller."

He grinned a little as they walked listening to the run down. He nodded slowly hearing and assimilating the list of units and groups in on this, "Afghanistan is in the record books for largest American retaliation. Wakhan is going to be in the record books for heaviest retaliation since the War on Terror started. He almost slammed into Andrew's back when they stopped. And he peeked out from behind Merlin and Andrew, spotting Ross, Carl and Jenny. He blinked then blurted out, "Holy shit you guys are still alive?"

Carl looked over from where he had huddled on the ground looking his kit over, "No faith! Absolutely none."

Nolan smiled, stepping around Andrew and Merlin, shaking hands with Carl and Ross, and bowing to Jenny, shaking her hand too right after.

He returned to a place beside Andrew, and listened to the briefing. Carl got up, shoulder his M249. He placed a hand on one of the ammo containers on his belt while he listened. He could almost not believe the sheer scale of this. It was almost maddening how these guys could just walk out and cause this kind of damage. But his jaw dropped when the news of Goliath came out. Nolan nodded, "I remember him, he took a HEIAP round to the helmet, and then two more to the back before he dropped." He looked to the three heavily armor juggernauts, "No offense, but that guy was bettered armor then you three are. In a one on one I'd have put my money on him." Carl grinned a little, "I can see why." Nolan smiles abit.

Carl hrmed, his eyes narrowing, "PMC contractors who are better armored then us." He turned to look at Jenny, "You don't think...?" He bumped Ross, "Do you think that...you know...them?" He piped down as the plans were laid out.

Nolan gave a small hoot of pleasure, "Wooo haven't been out quadding since I left Wainwright. This will be business and pleasure." He chuckled and nodded in triumph, he might be feeling the stress of the last few days finally. He deflated abit, "Well atleast we get to sleep. Even if we have to fly again." Carl laughed, "Oh you poor thing." Nolan flipped Carl off playfully, then slapped Andrew on the shoulder, "I'm going to go requisition our gear from the QM. I'll meet you at the Bird." He walked off and waved to the others as he went.

Carl smiled waving back to him. Then grinned at Andrew, "Nicely done mang. So what shall we do while we're waiting."

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Victor crouched against one wall of the container, he'd been half awake for most of the tip, except for the times when he was chatting with Natalie. He had been doing something he doesn't usually do, reflecting, meditating and praying for the coming action. Calling out to beings alot of people thought him foolish for believing in. He still believed in the old ways kind of, the warpaint was part of it, having made his own tomahawks and club were part of it to.

He opened his eyes and smiled at Natalie, "I am honestly curious about why that happens, not worried, but curious." He smiled and stood up, "And of course I have the paints, I need to apply mine. Our own little ritual. Like the one I performed at the base."

Before leaving Perth

A troop of Aborigines and a small group of Mohawk had somehow infiltrated into the base. A 10 foot tall, carved wooden post had been erected on a plot of ground on the base. And despite the protests of some of the Brass, Victor, the Mohawk tribesmen and Aborigines had held an impromptu pow-wow around the post. There had been dancing, drumming singing, several digiridoo sessions. Each group ha traded the ground around the post for hours, until finally, Victor had strode onto the ground, taking a pair of ornate tomahawks in hand, one given to him by the eldest Australian Aborigine there, the other by a wizened old Mohawk woman. He had then slammed the two axe blades deep into the red painted post.

Then like they had appeared, the Mohawk delegation and Aborigines had all seemed to vanish, leaving only Victor standing before the Warpost. And he had vanished soon after, to board the plane.

Back in the present

Victor took off his helmet, opened the paint containers and began to color his face, a vibrant yellow, with red, white and black as well, a skeletal look, very unsettling to look at.

He offered the paints up to Natalie.

Soon though the container opened, and he greeted the jump master, paint and all, "I remember Chechnya, the man screamed all the way down. I don't think they bothered to scrap him up off the ground after that."

Two human mountains walked by the little man. Victor fitting his helmet on. Sliding the face plate into place, and keying on the HUD. He blinked a few times then gave a thumbs up to Natalie, nodding to show he's ready.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan pulled the shot up car into the parkade. Parking right beside their land cruiser. He shut the thing off and winced when he heard pinging and crashing of something falling off. He hrmed as he got up and looked under the car, "Small wonders it made it this far." He got up and grabbed his rifle out of the trunk, then helped to drag Konstantin over to the Cruiser. In the meantime he tapped the automatic unlock, and pulled open the back seat door, timing it with Andrew to get the lump into the back, "Fucking bastage is heavy, dead fucking weight. It'll be good to get rid of him." He popped the trunk as he walked around to the back, storing his rifle in there, and shedding his ghille, leaving the combat harness under it on though, just in case. He holstered his M9, shut the trunk then walked to the front, hitting the auto starter. He hopped into the driver seat, motioning to Andrew, "Day isn't getting younger. And after the carnage we caused I want to be out of here before the police try and close things down." He shut the drivers side door, waited until Andrew jumped in then threw the car into drive and got them out of there.

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Hours later he was driving them down a shitty dirt based road on the border. He rubbed at his eyes, the action was catching up to him, the stress and adrenaline taking their toll. He nodded towards the mill and turned them into it. Cruising carefully down the small service road, parking the Land Cruiser in the shade of the big mill.

It took them awhile, letting things cool. He had found himself a battered chair and was reclining against a wall. He looked over at Andrew when he asked if it was time. He checked his own watch then nodded, "Yeah, looks it. Silent as a tomb out here, no one to catch us in the act." He picked up the recorder from where he had placed it close at hand. Motioning to Andrew to let him know he is ready. He then got up and went to stand in a position behind and to Andrews left, in sight, but out of the way. He knew that Andrew owed these guys. And Konstantin was just the tip of the sword he was going to drive into their chests. He nodded and covertly hit the record button on the digital recorder. Standing back and being as intimidating as he can be. He had a grim smile on his face as Andrew went to work.

He picked up the Mk18 from where it laid close at hand, with a twist and a pull he removed it, tossing it into the air and catching it dramatically, adding that little touch to the whole deal. He knew that Konstantin was feeling the hurt now. This is business and the pair of snipers in front of him had alot of built up bad news to go around.

Nolan stepped forward as Andrew knocked him over, playing his part. Not the good cop. Not at all. Which he proved as he righted the chair. Konstantin begged to him quietly, "You...you can get me out of this." He coughed, "Please stop him. He'll kill me." Konstantin soon found himself flat on the floor again, Nolan having driven his fist into his ear. The gun runners ear rung from the force of the hit. And he gasped in shock. Nolan grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up again, "You don't get to ask me that you mother fucker. My brother, he mentioned China. You know who. That was us. I almost lost my brother that day. And spent a week setting it up so I could go in, kill the shit stains who did it, and get him out. I'd go through hell and back for my partner, and then drag myself through all the rotten sewers of the world so I could keep him and my friends alive. You don't get to ask me to save your worthless, pathetic life. As far as I'm concerned you're a non-person at this point." He righted the man's chair then stepped back and away as Andrew stepped back in.

The interrogation continued. Nolan glared at the scumbag through the whole thing.

When it came time, he lifted the recorder out of his pocket so Konstantin could see it. He turned it off, then let out a breath as Andrew sent the man back to darkness with a brutal punch.

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He dragged the unconscious heap of the dealer off into a corner as Andrew got to calling their CIA contact. He smiled over at Andrew, "If Merlin asks, that EXACTO ammo was used. I hope to keep a hold on it until our next op." He made sure their HVT was secured then headed over to the seat he had found. Again plopping down in it. He groaned, "Think they;ll send us out immediately?" He wanted to sleep, get the stress and adrenaline out of his system, recharge. He honestly wanted to go back out, but he didn't want to go out too soon.

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Wakhan Corridor, 1000, Talulqan Airfield, Afghanistan Music

"Talulqan ATC to Spear Flight, you are go for start up. Force Recon, Marines and various elements of other groups are converging on the operations area. Command wants you all on site." The ATC looked out over the airfield as several attack helis began to spin up. A confident voice replied, "Reaper 07 here, Spear Lead for this op, we are go for spin up." The ATC replies, "Happy hunting gentleman. Skies are clear for your take off."

Reaper 07 and his gunner shut the canopy, he called through the radio, "Reaper 07 to all Spear Flight. Check in." He looked to his nine where the other two helis in his reaper group spun up. Their Apache attack choppers top of the line. They called in, "Reaper 02 here, on your left. Spinning up." Another heli replied, "Reaper 15 here, ready to go." Reaper 07 turned to his three to look at the guests of their flight this round. Nine other helis. From three other nations come to join in on this coalition of annihilation. The first piped through, his russian accent clear, "Vampire 01, Spear 02 here, we are ready." Two other voices checked in Vampires 11 and 02 respectively. Their Hinds already buzzed and were ready to go. Three EuroTigers checked in, Acid 99, 22 and 08, their leader Spear 03. And finally several SuperCobra British choppers. Zues 05, 06 and 07, their leader Spear 04. As one almost the twelve helis lifted off the ground.

A two hour flight found them in a forward Ops base, refueling for the next leg.

As they passed into the Wakhan Corridor, Reaper 07 called out, "Check weapon system, guns and rockets. Make sure we're ready to go." Confirmations came back as they passed over some of the forward elements of the ground units. One of the russian pilots commenting, "Look at that, looks like everyone is taking this seriously." Reaper responded, "Brussels was like 9/11, only bigger, and was right in the face of the world. All those here know what we need to do." Several of the pilots wholeheartedly agreed.

They flew for about 20 minutes before Reaper called out, "Alright peeps. Command is sending us twelve in as the opening hit. Force and Deep Recon has electronically marked several positions they want us to hit. We get in, take out as many of them as we can. Punch a hole for the ground forces. This is the wild west for us right now. Grab your tighties and pull them up. Guns free. Check mail regularly for TADS data from other ships, keep an eye out for those markers." Confirmations flew, and the gunners flipped off safeties and swung guns free.

It began. The twelve gunships flew in, and began to make havoc. Ground forces were gifted the view of the twelve attack choppers darting about, unloading rockets and 20mm cannon fire on positions, opening a door for them. Hellfire rockets slammed into positions, Zuni and Hydra rockets making quick work of armor and hard positions alike.

It was a good 45 minutes before the twelve gun ships all reconvened. Hover over the wreckage of an ammo dump they had absolutely decimated. One of the Hinds and a Tiger were floating out near the border of the town, taking cannon shots at fleeing insurgents. Spear 03 spoke out first, "Well, that was an interesting activity. We're likely to be kept on in the area for awhile aren't we?" Spear Lead chuckled, "Most likely. Can't see Command wanting to send us back so soon. Let's RTB gentlemen. I'm almost a Bingo fuel. Rearm, refuel, get ready. Likely get sent back to Talulqan until they are ready for us. Good job Spear Flight."

As one the twelve gunships turned and headed back to safe territory, passing over the first elements of the ground force, passing through the first indications of Spear Flights attack.

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Victor smiled at her, looking down at her as he wrapped his arms about her tighter, then blinked as she directed him to lie down. He hrmed then meeped. Then all he he felt and saw was darkness. And in his mind all he could do was laugh. Gods damn he loved this woman.

After a time Victor sat there, feeling stunned, and aroused. He had the biggest goofiest grin on his face none the less. He sighed, and watched her move about and suit up, thinking he had the best deal in the world. He caught his breath, what not right? He got up after a time, and went around to his end of the armory. He also began to suit up, nodding, "We both should be dead who knows how many times over with what has happened. It's time for full on payback now." Piece by piece he went from Victor to Brutal. That heavy robotic suit clicking into place bit by bit. He had to be careful on his right side though, his wound still a little tender, not wanting to knock the gauze off and start bleeding again.

Soon the Brutal suit was all attached. He sheathed his tomahawks, holstered his USAS shottys, the rifle butt club slotted at the small of his back,. And finally with a heave he grabbed the XM307 up, and set it over his left shoulder, hanging onto one of the handholds easily, "Ahhh hit's good to be a badass." He slotted his face plate up, blinked on the HUD and turned to look at his Bear of a woman, "This is how it's supposed to be." He motioned to her, clasping her in a hug while they are armored. "You ready babe?"

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Hmmm.

Will you have me bro?

If you would, I'd like to call that Mohican.

Titanfall RP Idea (video game, scifi)

And thus we wait...and hope.

Come on there has to be somemore gamers, PC or otherwise, out there who want to get in on this.

Titanfall is incredible as a game, and RP ought to be awesome.