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Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

"It is a New Earth, Sturm Adler. It is forming below our feet." She said, as the seafloor rose, and they followed it, the silence of the ocean interupted by the noise of the pressure change, and the hiss of the oxygen, with bubbles rushing upwards massively from time to time, the surges huge but in this cold weather, almost non-identifiable. They were rising, like the magma below them did from the centre of the earth. And at this time, it was a sight to see, though Swordfish always thought to herself, that the British troops would understand that the two of them were a very different force of nature compared to the tectonic movements below. The minutes passed, and in time, the sea ended.

Emerging from the water, stepping on the cooling magma, Swordfish checked the MG42, disengaging the diving jets as she scanned the area, the armored diving suit more than ample on the land too, due to the motors and the similar system within it to Tyrant's armor, though it was significantly lighter armored and in it's scale. No human could step on the floor she stood on, not with bare feet or shoes. No, it was the suit's hefty construction that allowed that, as she looked over to Sturm Adler.
"Up here. Onto the rocks. It might be a bit hot, but we need to get through the lava field before I get out of this thing. There's a point I think we'll be out of the way of their patrols- though it'll still be walking on hot rocks for me. How on earth my feet will be so hot when the weather is like this, I will not understand." She said, chuckling a little, as she moved forward, the Halogen lamp disengaged as she clambered up onto some rocks, moving through the lava field that poured into the sea, at a dramatic sea cliff a few feet high. The fog was dense, and the snow was intermittent, sometimes none at all and other times, like an ocean of white cold snowflakes filled the air. It was dark, and thanks to the suit's inbuilt Vampir system, she could see in the dark where the Allied soldiers would not. Getting moving slowly, the suit whirring a little quieter than usual, they headed across the field of lava, cooling in places and boiling in others, the immense feeling of heat conducting sometimes to her feet in the suit, though this was still stable to walk on, the mostly rocky and cooled igneous rocks out of the way of the small but significant lava flows do-able for the moment.
"This way. No patrols so far, this place is a real non-consideration. AA batteries might be on the island- I believe I had them marked up on our maps, if our intelligence is correct. But you know how it is." Swordfish added, as she moved over to a more solid section of the lava field, quickly opening the suit's top up, as she clambered out, the black one-piece thermal suit she wore something that she knew Sturm Adler had his eyes on.

She let the suit stand, as she made her way to the back of the suit at the secured canister, taking her Gewehr 43, engaging the Vampir sight and checking the silencer, before loading a single 10 round clip into the rifle, the weapon comfortable, as she took out the Sten MkIIS, placing the weapon on her back, as well as taking magazines for all her weapons on her belt, with a pair of throwing knives, slithers almost in her gloved hands but sharpened Bavarian steel, with a more sturdy SS knife at her hip. She put the throwing knives into a pouch on her hip, with a set of plastic explosives, and other materials. She had little, but she didn't need much, as she took her Welrod, a prized possession, loading a round in, and cocking the weapon. Her feet were warm, but her body temperature fell quick, the chills through her body already.
"Okay. I'll scout ahead. It's a relatively small complex, gated all around with the radar installation in the middle. I will setup in a suitable location, I need you to quietly eliminate any patrols, and I'll cut through the fence." She said, already moving quickly with the rifle, her hair in a bun, the snow kicking occasionally into her face, her feminine curves still visible through the infiltrator suit. She knew it looked skimpy, but the thermal materials underneath in it's weave were doing their job well enough, and she wasn't getting hypothermia, so long as she was going to keep moving.

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

(Posts should flow again- sorry for the lack of attention, I have been very, very busy.)

Imran looked to Howard, chuckling.
"You are obsessed. It's why you got through. That obsession....I mean, if it's as good as they say, I think improving on perfection may work out well for you, my friend." He said, looking over, as he took a seat, looking over at the monitor. The two were flung into it, and thrown eventually out of the VR, back into reality as the water sent electrical current through periodically, unexpected and untimed random jolts hitting them almost like getting stunned by a tazer, but all over. They got through the door, and Imran switched the camera, then feeling a certain movement. It wasn't right, but he knew it could only be one thing.

The noise of Antoine whispering caught Imran a little off guard despite that feeling in the back of his spine that told him like something had joined the two in the room, but he didn't move an inch, looking forward.
"Optical Cloaking. It's brilliant, and you make it work. Thought they'd be giving you that." Imran laughed, aware that she could easily have a knife inches from his neck, and he wouldn't know.
"Get a thermal imaging camera however...and you are a bit screwed. Thermoptical Cloaking is the solution, but that stuff is materials I don't even know." Imran said, looking over to a chair.
"Don't let Svetlana get a hold of that shit you're wearing. I don't want bad things to happen, alright?" Imran said, chuckling, just knocking back the thought in his head of what had happened. It freaked him out and simultaniously just didn't, it was mad. Bjorn hadn't been performing right, and maybe that was all it was. Imran lacked empathy, it was the one thing he did well. He cared for some people, the people that did well. But those who didn't bring a fighting spirit, who were boring and mindless, were out of Scimitar quickly. It took charisma to fight with them, and Imran knew that Bjorn, as great as he was, wasn't tallying up as he should. In some ways, perhaps he was happier, but it was undeniable. Svetlana had simply suffocated him, with her pair of melons, and that was a murder of another team member. But she kept the iron fist when Imran didn't, and she was too valuable an asset. Assets like her, turned bad, could be very, very dangerous. More so than any company of infantry, even a battalion. The same with Antoine, and Howard. Imran wanted those close, in the inner circle. What they did, was imperative, to keep the wheels turning, and himself, he just made sure that didn't fall apart.

Looking over, the target range activated, as Imran adjusted his headset. The two had survived the shock test, and were now in an illuminated room, that was roughly the size of the last- but filled with an assault course, and a mixed range CQC course. Some mid-range targets, some close, some that fired back. And right at the end, was Svetlana in her armor, with a cattle prod the size of a sizeable branch in her hand, hidden behind an obstacle. She adjusted her faceplate, huffing hard as she knew the moment she heard them come, she'd hit the crap out of the first one. And bullets weren't going to take her down. She'd club them to the floor, and taking her out was going to need a literal force of nature. Imran finished adjusting his headset, the assault course now illuminating a desk, just beyond the drains that let the water from the previous room out.
"Iceman, Spectre, weapons for you are ahead. You are to proceed onto the next section of the course. Engage all targets, except for black. Make your way to the end of the course, you will have no more ammunition than what is provided. Some targets may fire." Imran said, over the loudspeaker system in the room the two newbies were in, before cutting it off. They had two G36A2 rifles on a table, and approximately three magazines, for each rifle. The rifles had their inbuilt optics, and a silencer on the end, as well as a underbarrel foregrip, with this course having sections that were both wide open and some that were very, very close quarters indeed. They'd have to move through it, and the 9mm shots were live, from some targets. Failure to take that down, would do bad things to the operators going through- and were priority targets.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Not a clue- just carry on as usual, I can write it in if Zenku comes back. You can add something short if you feel like it, to maintain the continuity.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Ryan took the earphone out, looking over, as she sat down.
"Pole." Ryan said, sitting up a little.
"Pole Position. Car is good, it's really howling when you hit Turn 8 and are on the brakes. It's going to get a little cooler though, night race after all." Ryan added, sipping some of the Orange Lucozade down, the drink sparkling, and compared to Powerade and Gatorade, had a punch of it's own taste. Not even like Monster- it was almost close to a soft drink, albeit with a little more sugar and caffeine. And it was good for just keeping the senses going, just keeping reflexes going strong.
"You?" Ryan asked, looking over outside at the darkening sky, as he looked back to his teammate.

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

Swordfish chuckled, as she checked the suit's motors, as they fired up, the detatch point coming very shortly.
"Indeed. But you're going to have to be a little more careful than me keeping hidden. We're detaching shortly, don't panic. You're going to feel the pressure a hell of a lot more than I will, but it will hold. Look for the reflectors and large beams of light." She said, as she checked the suit one last time, as the two torpedoes suddenly split in half, the rushing pressure almost sending a creaking noise through, as the bubbles from the previously sealed torpedo escaped upwards, as well as the rebreather gases from the two. The sea was completely black, but as Swordfish's small but massively powerful halogen lamp, mounted just on the right shoulder of the suit, activated.

At 600m below the waves, the simultaneously thin but wide path of light was all that Sturm Adler could probably see, as the water jets on the suit of Swordfish activated, herself looking out the reinforced pane at the complete darkness outside of it's path. The pressure felt like it hit, the titanium flexing and compressing, but holding. And holding well. It was German engineering to perfection, that allowed them to survive. She could go deeper, but for the sake of Sturm Adler, she wouldn't. They had no need.
"Welcome to the deep....it's a good thing they sealed that suit of yours and adapted it a little more, or else you'd be as crushed as sardines in a can. Do not panic, and remember what has been gone over." She simply said, as she was propelled forwards, the lights illuminating the way ahead, as the sea floor was visible just below, and the two armored soldiers were going to go from the ocean to the snowy hell that was an Icelandic island. It felt surreal, at 600m deep, but it was a depth that even a U-Boat captain wouldn't want to go down to. But these suits, they could do it, or this is as far as Swordfish wanted Sturm Adler to go to.
"Okay, if our current course is on track, we are four kilometers from the coast. Will take us about another half an hour, at this rate- and it's going to be fog, or heavy snow I hear. So let's make the most of that when we arrive, ja?" She said over the comms, a little blury due to the water, but the two were going at a regular pace, towards shore- the deep oceanic ridge subsiding to a more regular level of the North American tectonic plate, which sat right below them, and slowly climbed, up to the tiny island of Grimsey. The landmass rose, but the sight of lava, bright orange, bubbling from the earth's innards arising filled the area with a little more light than Swordfish's light.
"Look at that...if that is what sits in the centre of our earth, it's like some sort of liquid rock...imagine what the Geologists will be like, when they have their hands on this equipment after this. Incredible." She said, as they slowly and surely rose a little, the depth being relieved as they headed closer and closer for the island. She wanted them to stay under till they hit the island itself- right till the shore. Swordfish guessed there were anti-infantry and anti-tank defenses on the beach all along it's surface, But they had a different insertion- right on a lava field, where the earth continued to spew whatever it was that came from below it's crust, she thought to herself. That was regarded as a no-go area for any British or American force on the island. And yet, the armored fist was going to make sure that the Allied radar station would pay as a result for that mistake, as they continued on, through the water, the darkness now only illuminated by that orange glow, and the halogen lamp.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

It is, it's just old-school as fuck, and for that reason, I approve adding Piccatany rails and making it swag. There is the AEK-999, but that's still basically a PKP abused to all shit.

The SMAW is reloadable actually- the Mk153 does have that detachable thing at the back, but still, the Carl Gustav is a great launcher, and an awesome one at that.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

May I suggest either a SMAW or a NLAW? And yeah, you are right, it is THE SAS weapon of choice, if you know, the G36/HK53 aren't there. Actually, HK53? Exotic one there...ish. 5.56, and it's basically a slightly larger MP5 firing non-STANAG based magazines (though it can be modified to do so).

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Also, have him take the AT4, and that M4A1 Grenadier if he's being written in. Thank fuck we have an M4A1 back in this RP, normal guns rather than the exotic 416 and RPD and all that we're being thrown around here :D

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The R8 hummed loudly, as the qualifying continued, the start-finish line coming to bear a few times, as the GT3 car powered on. The times stayed consistent. And Ryan felt good, pulling back through the chicane on the main flat-out straight, already shifting the car to fifth as it replied. GT3 had some sort of different power, mind-melding of some sort. It was insane, it just went like thunder, the Ryan braking hard on Turn 8, as the car kicked out a little at the rear, before sweeping back through the turn.
"Lap times are staying the same, this is your last one remember." Ryan heard Lucas say, as he kept on the gas, thundering to Turn 11, where the left-right section, a technical one, was taken quite well with Ryan, but no better than his particularly hot lap earlier. The time by the time he got to the start-straight was off his original best, but it was good. And Ryan was satisfied with that. The sun sat on the horizon, illuminating the now floodlit track less and less, but leaving a cool shadow and a , and about twenty minutes had passed, the tyres not worn excessively, but Ryan had gotten himself pole- he wasn't too sure of Regina, but she had to have something within the Top 5- Muller and Richards, the standings leader and the particular driver that threatened Ryan's 2nd place in the standings, had gotten in, but he didn't know what order, not entirely.

After a slow and reserved lap, of just cooling off, Ryan pulled the car into the pits, pulling into the lane as the car rumbled loudly, the engine almost uncensored in it's noise as the racing exhausts didn't suppress noise a lot. And that was good, because the raw noise of the V8 in the back was near-deafening, and the reason why ear plugs were worn when inside. The car was backed in and the engine off, as Ryan clambered out, looking over at Lucas, an almost automatic handshake through his Alpinestars gloves coming, Ryan clearly smirking.
"Nicely done. You're on Pole, Regina's third, Muller is behind you and Richards is fifth. Nicely done- grab yourself a drink, we'll get the car up and set." Lucas said, as Ryan took off his gloves, then his helmet, a complicated process compared to getting it on. Taking the neck bandit out, he kept his headset in, taking the earplug out of his other ear.
"Good, good. Car's sticking well, you set it up for us like nothing else." He said, chuckling as he looked over.
"It's a good shot for our first time in. Don't get overzealous on Turn 9- you're spinning up the rear wheels too much, and the complex through Turn 16 and 17 loses you a lot of time. That gets exploited, you'll spin out there, and you won't come back. So stay sharp- you are doing good on Yas today, but you've always got room to improve. I'll get Regina through- " Lucas said, as Ryan nodded, walking over to a aptly placed folded desk and chair, grabbing a Lucozade off the table, and quickly sipping the drink through. Ryan had personally requested they go through, and Ryan was glad to have it to hand, as he knew the heat was going to die down, and it was becoming cooler. He took his MP3 player, and shoved the earpiece back into where his earplug had been a second ago, to just listen to some music. When Regina would come back, he would switch it off, and talk to her, he made a mental note to himself to do.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(I wanted a continuation post- sorry if it's shorter than usual.)

Natalie kept on firing, the weapon blaring louder than anything that was being fired back, as she replied to Victor.
"You'll have more of that later on, if it's your taste Brute." Natalie said, chuckling a little, as she flung herself through the courtyard, the damaged suit still taking 7.62 hits with ease, as she gunned down enemies holding the far end of the courtyard.
"Saxon, get some charges up on those Shilkas there, we'll keep this under control.. Keep our flanks suppressed." She said, aware that it had been a good run so far,
"Understood." Jenny simply responded, avoiding the tremble in her voice, as she moved round the motor pool, keeping up a regular consistent supression fire on any enemies around the area, but she was really picking off the lucky few that hadn't been shreded by the sheer volume of bullets raining from the M134, or the shrapnel from the XM307's rampage. Natalie felt her HUD ping up a new set of enemies, and she turned her fine attention to her, the mighty giants rampaging through, as they knew it was something that had the force of nature behind it. Already laying down some fire on the enemies concentrated around a raised corner of the Fort found themselves mutilated by the fire, torn apart and giving Jenny the time to move through. She was well armored enough, she thought to herself, but these two, were a new level. Pulling out a sachel, she slid it under one of the Shilkas, one of three, aware the reaction would be enough to detonate the set quickly, due to the ammunition cache behind it. She was no expert, but they'd be out of action easily enough, had they had to fall back.
"Charge set- falling back to the motor pool!" She said over the comms, running with the MG4 in one hand and her left loose, as she almost sprint-ran back across a small section of the courtyard, sliding behind a burnt-out UAZ for cover as she detonated it.

Ross looked back to Carl, covering with his Mk48, as he pointed to the gatehouse.
"On me, Carl! I think there's a way onto the walls!" Ross said, moving to the side of the gate and finding a wooden door, kicking it in with ease as he quickly took down one hostile in the room, before heading up a set of thin stairs. It was hard, but it was do-able, just for them. A man lept on him from the top, knife in hand, Ross feeling the man beat down but it was something he could quickly reply to. Almost using the man's momentum that he had used, he turned over, flipping the odds as Ross came down on the Taliban fighter armed with a seriously large knife of some sort, and quickly turned the knife back, aware the suit had taken a stab in the center of the plate, but it hadn't gone through. Quickly clambering up, Ross dusted himself off, Mk48 raised again.
"Motherfucker. Onwards." Ross simply said, as he rolled his body to the side with his feet, moving up as he kept his head down, lobbing a M67 over first, to clear the immediate area of the stairwell leading up to the ramparts. The noise of screams followed as it went off, Ross following and feeling a few hits from AKMs, among other weapons, as he supressed back, giving Carl a chance to get a more accurate shot on, as they pushed up onto the walls of the Fort, Ross quickly feeling the heat but making sure he could suppress back. Moving behind a pile of empty crates, Ross mounted the Mk48 up on it's Bipod, already laying down some more concentrated fire on one flank that hadn't been completely demolished by the Heavies, taking out a DSHKM, or "Dushka" as was usually easier to say. He switched to his M32, already pushing his cover and laying down 40 mike fire on the far end, giving Carl a better chance to set up a position to fire from after about twenty seconds of suppression fire, already laying down some more extensive cover with the hefty M32, clearing out a entrenched tower, as he came back around to the Mk48.
"Carl, move around the walls- I think the Heavies have got shit down there sorted, we need to sweep out the MANPADS on this area. Bound to be some potentially medium-range missiles and Igla installations, if intel is correct." Ross simply said, as he kept up the supression fire, feeling bullets patter his armor from time to time, but he could take this shit.