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Walking Dead: Across the Pond

Will this begin prior to or after the 'outbreak'? Either way I'll have an initial cs up shortly :)

Am I doing it right?

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Sanctuary

The Demon Within

DIS HQ - 3 Hours Ago
Striker awoke in the surprisingly soft cot that he would now call his bed. Apart from some odd possessions and pieces of clothing that he had lazily strung on the floor, the room was clean and empty to the point that it felt sterile and uncomfortable. The day before he had been collected by another Britishman named Cian from the airport and brought to base. He seemed like a nice enough guy, although his name was a bit too similar and so Cain decided he would simply go by ‘Striker’; it was what he expected he would be called on missions anyway. Striker felt slightly bad though, for he didn’t take the time to meet anyone or get properly settled in but instead went to bed to try fend off the jet lag.

Striker’s trail of thought was interrupted by a knocking at the door and before he could get up the door swung open to reveal a guard. “Sorry to barge in but you have an urgent call in the conference room. I don’t know who it is, I’m not high enough clearance for it to tell me. Thought I better get you quickly.” The guards words were sputtered out quickly and were barely understandable. Striker simply sighed in response as he rose out of bed and was about to ask the guard to wait outside when more rambling came out, “Oh! And I also brought you your uniform.”

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Striker stood in the large oval room on his own as the screen before him continuously flashed the words ‘establishing secure connection’. His face was dark with anger and embarrassment as he stood there in his tight gym shorts and polo top – his new teachers outfit. On more than one occasion he nearly found himself attacking other DIS members who looked at him a second too long on his way to the room. When the familiar face of London Director Stewart Menzies popped up on screen Striker could help furrow his brow in surprise. “Good morning Cain. I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.” Director Menzies’ carried distinction and authority, even over the video link.

“Apologies, I was feeling jet-lagged. How can I help you?” Replied Striker as he stood straighter and futilely tried to make himself look smarter in the gym-wear.

“Firstly, I hope you were smart enough to realise that you weren’t simply transferred to L.A. because of a lack of manpower? The truth is you’re being placed there because we want someone we feel we can fully trust and who we know finds it hard to trust others themselves.” The director paused to let Striker let the words sink in. “There has been a vast increase in activity and human DIS agents have suddenly started dropping like flies in the offices surrounding L.A. We believe that there may be a security leak; which is why we wanted to bring in someone from outfield. Moreover we believe that given the deaths have been primarily human agents, that it might be due to a supernatural member, of which there are a few in L.A.”

“You know I don’t like supes’ being on the team so I make the ideal man for the job?” guessed Striker.

“Ideal is perhaps a bit much.” Smiled the director “If nothing else the team over there could use some more experience and a decent handler for the supernatural members. With this increase in activity it would also be nice to have a direct feed of information coming to me without having to rely on someone who could be compromised.”

Striker nodded in agreement “Understood. Is there anything else I should know or would you like me to get straight to business?”

“I hope it goes without saying that this is to be kept secret. You are to speak about this to no-one except me. As far as your new team is concerned, you just wanted to get away from the awful British weather and it turned out a spot had opened up on their team. Director out.” And with that the feed disconnected. ‘Director out? What a pompous git’ Striker smirked.

Sanctuary

Vates – Sector Zero Training Grounds

"Good luck, future Mercenaries." Hector’s words made Vates smirk, not because there was anything particularly funny about what Hector said, but because he still couldn’t quite believe he was now a Golden Mercenary. It was certainly not something he ever envisioned doing, nor something he would have ever wanted to do. It seemed he had little choice now though. Looking around he couldn’t see anyone familiar, but then again there were tonnes of people here and his vision only stretched past a few rows of heads.

“Mornin’ Vates!” came a familiar voice that turned him to turn, “The men told me you left early. I was hoping you’d stick with them.”

It was the man who had given him a tour and signed him up the day before. “Good morning…” Vates paused as he realised he still didn’t know the man’s name, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“Roebuck. James Roebuck. Born in Valira. I joined the Military when I was seventeen but after a decade I got tired of the shit pay, the bureaucracy and the politics, and decided to join the Mercs. Been with them ever since. That’s all you need to know” He said shaking Vates hand. “You’ll be in my squad, so you’ll train with my squad. That’s why I had you and some others stay in the squad’s barracks. Now then, let’s get moving, we’ll be starting the day with some combat drills.”

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Vates took the brief pause to stretch his legs and look towards the other squads in the area. He could see one man getting irate with another about hand signals. Vates had picked up the signals and protocols fairly quickly, as did most of the squad to Roebuck’s relief. The morning so far had been a different pace to what he had grown used to, not one that was better or worse, just different. “Alright men, take a knee!” ordered Roebuck, causing everyone to drop unnaturally fast; it was the result of their morning training, as they were all now in a mind frame that caused them to quickly respond to their leader’s orders.

Vates couldn’t help but smile as he placed his hand on the grass and let his fingers dig slightly into the cold earth as his hand softly swung backwards and forwards slightly. It was such a simple thing yet the year in the concrete jungle had left many with only memories of natural beauty was. Looking around he saw that most did not share this little moment, probably because many of the men in this particular squad appeared to be existing Golden Mercs; that was probably the reason why the group as a whole had taken to the drills so well. “You’re doing great lads. So great in fact that I want to try something else! So far most of you will only know of the drills that I’ve just taught you, the drills that we and the other squads will be using. But I bet no-one here knows what drills to expect from the military, or at least not well? You might have seen the odd military squad but I’m sure none of you have seen them in proper force or in a large scale battle?” Roebuck asked. He let the question linger in the air for a moment and he could tell he had the full attention of his men. “You see, the military are going to be using different tactics to us, and I believe it’s important to know these tactics as well as we know our own! Now someone tell me what the main differences between us and the military are?”

A few answers were thrown about, some serious which Roebuck acknowledged, some less serious . “They are better trained and better armed.” Eventually said Vates.

“Exactly!” replied Roebuck pointing to Vates, “That really is the main point. We might have some guns, but trust me when I say that they have the range advantage… and they will use it. We are going to have to get up close and personal, but those bastards are going to make us pay dearly for every metre we take towards them. And the real kick in the teeth is that once we reach the fuckers the chances are they’ll cleave through us like butter and we’ll be too tired to run back away!”

That was clearly not what the men expected to hear. It was certainly not what they wanted to hear. Roebuck let out a booming laugh at the bewildered faces of his squad before issuing his next orders. “Now then, imagine that whatever weapon your holding (be it a sword or whatever) is a rifle. Now I want you to get in single file and start jogging along. When contact is spotted I want you to all drop to your knees and start firing. Understood? Good, go!”

The squad then begun jogging into the ‘forest’ for a good few minutes until they were practically separate from the other squads. It was only a light jog but a few men were clearly begging to feel a strain and Vates wondered how they would fare later on the cardio stage once they had been tired out even more. “Contact left!” roared Roebuck suddenly, causing more than a couple of men to hesitate before dropping to their knees. “Not quick enough! Now, you are all firing in one place as one scrunched up block. Your fire is therefore much more concentrated and is doing a shit tonne of damage. You do not want to loose this advantage by breaking formation and scurrying about like we do. However you need to move right. So what you do is peel out; the man furthest left will run round the back of the squad and become the far right. As he does so he will tap the next man on the shoulder, who after a few moments will then do the same thing, all the time the formation will continue to provide fire but will be slowly moving.” As he dictated this the team followed the drill. After Roebuck was content they understood the drill well he asked them another question, “Now then, what problems do you face when performing this drill?”

Again a few answers were thrown about. One man suggested that cover could be limited, but Roebuck argued that their superior weaponry and continuous concentrated fire meant that mattered little. One woman noted it was hard for the formation to turn at which point Vates quickly added “and they are only really able to fire in one direction to gain a full advantage.” Roebuck was about to reply but Vates continued, “By utilizing are more mobilized strategies and our hosts we can try to flank their squads which will decimate their ability to provide concentrated fire. Then it’ll just be a case of getting in close, splitting them apart and fighting each one-to-one.”

“Exactly.”

The Shadows of Aeios

Calais Cousland
Inside the Boot Buckle, Deliar

Calais took a seat in the very corner beside four rough looking men. His hood caused his face to be partially hidden by shadow, causing the men to tilt their heads as they tried to recognise the newcomer. “Evening gentlemen, you don’t mind if I join you?” Calais quietly asked as he placed a few coins on the table, “Why don’t one of you go fetch a round on me?”

The men exchanged looks before one of them nodded and headed off towards the bar. The gruffest of the four men, a large man with long black hair and a thick beard, leant forward and placed his fists on the table within reach of Calais. “What’s a shady lookin’ fella like you doin’ sittin’ ere then? Don’t look like the friend makin’ type” the man said in a hush but firm voice.

Calais didn’t answer straight away for he quickly looked towards the messenger and his next delivery recipient. It was a large man that he recognised as a lord, but his name and house escaped his memory. Calais had seen the man talking to Lord Rynir on occasions and so he also knew the man was a guard of some measure. “No, I’m not. But I am the employing type. Mayhap you could suggest some able men willing to get their hands dirty for a hefty sum?” Calais replied, causing the man closest to him to snigger in response, his stale ale breath causing Calais to feel slightly nauseous.

When the man who had been sent to get drinks returned, all five men sat in more closely around the little table. “Our hands are as strong n’ dirty as you’ll find. My name’s Turok. This is Offe, Tim n’ Stannis.” said the large man as he nodded to each of the other men in turn, “What job you got for us then?”

“We’re going to cause some trouble. Tell me gentlemen, what do you know about the city’s food storage?”

Wrath of the Gods: Apocalyptic Fantasy

Going to take a guess here and say something went wrong?

The Demon Within

I've got some free time today so I'm going to post in all the rps I'm in, including this one :)

Sanctuary

I WILL post today... probably

The Shadows of Aeios

So, how is everyone doing?