FourtyTwo

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

(Queen is away apparently, so I will get a post up. Cycle as usual- sorry for being away for a while.)

Jan kept up the lead of the combined SF team, keeping his 416 raised in a certain combat pacing. He heard Medved and Zhenya talk, in Russian of course. And his good command could tell what he heard next. Jan stopped himself, turning his head like a Vulture, looking over.
"Fuck. They'll be dropping into hell, if those MANPADS and the ZSUs in the airfield remain. Okay, Medved, we need to advance to that location, double-time. Get the Su-25 and 105mm support we were told about online, ready within five minutes on our standby. We will need to launch our assault as soon as all AA targets, and our snipers have a good set of shots on them too. We need to destroy any targets, and then swiftly push in. We need gun runs, rockets, laser-guided bombs and anything else that thing has availible, on my co-ordination Medved- otherwise we will have to hit armor the old-fashioned way. And I don't fancy our chances if they have a BMP ready." Jan said simply, the Pole's Russian clear to understand, the similarity of his home tongue and the Russian he spoke interlinking.
"Scott, make sure your AT has HEDP for structures AND vehicles, if we can't level everything. We have no time, half an hour is not enough to do what we want. By the time your Brigade comes, Medved, the airfield won't have any intelligence left in any command buildings, and I know you are here for just that too." He simply said, back in a combination of English first, then Russian. His linguistic talents were relatively fresh, but they had to be, or else getting a point across would be far, far weaker. Moving quickly, at a jog, the team co-ordinated, they cleared the ridgeline, to the sight of soldiers right ahead. TIAF.

The men were wrapped up well, but only armed with Zestavas and AKMs, with an odd G3A4 among them. Must have been Turkish, Jan thought to himself, for only a split second. The rest of his mind focussed on what they were up against.
"Soft Contact, 50m, right ahead, five tangoes, TIAF alright. Engage at will, follow shots on the rest of the men in the patrol. We have no time to hide the bodies, we need to pace down and get to OP Nevada." Jan said, as he raised his 416, finding cover behind a boulder located next to a rock, aware they were right over the ridge now, but only just, and they had to engage quickly. Jan knew Medved had paced into some cover, and the rest of his team were practically in, so he picked up the shot on the man at the rear, already aware that down the RMR sight, his target was easy enough to pick out. He focused on the target, and with a single trigger pull, the silenced HK416 coughed a round, straight into the man, taking him down nicely, as he knew the team would have the rest, not even having enough time to take another target, though he did aim for the second to last man. The engagement was quick, but it would not stay like this- TIAF would have heard the shots, and no doubt, they had started the fire.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Andrew looked over, nodding.
"Indeed. I see a set moving towards the gates, 650m. Three tangoes, all ripe for bullets." Andrew said, watching through his own scope, adjusting the XM500, as he tracked in front of the movers. The rifle kicked hard against his shoulder, the bullet quickly wiping the first man out, with a decisive shot through the chest, almost abruptly stopping anything that the man carried forwards in momentum. He let Nolan finish the other two, the .50 rounds not fucking around when they hit, and putting down whatever was in their path. The area was mostly cleared, but Andrew knew that whatever the titans and the Juggernauts in the built-up area hadn't cleaned, they would.
"Five more, reference point, water well 100m right of the previous targets. Ranging, 640, wind is 3 m/s to the north. Fire when ready." The New Zealander said, adjusting the XM500, and quickly pinging one of the men. The shot missed, but the second, did not, hitting the man at the back of the pack. They'd be running now, but that was something he knew Nolan could deal with.

Meanwhile down in the fort, and things had gotten nastier. The three ZSU Shilkas went up, following Jenny's detonation of one, disabling the other three, as the first was utterly destroyed, and a fuel cache behind caught light and disabled the other two, badly. She kept up supressive fire, but had to fall back, aware she was taking a lot of heat. And the Heavies weren't. Natalie felt the shots echo all over her, the volume of fire heavy and enough to stop an Elephant in it's tracks, no less. Her body underneath was bare, to say the least, but it was how the Amazon came to what she did. Taking down a machine gun nest with a huge volley of M134 tracer rounds, tearing the sandbags by the DSHkM apart, she moved forwards, letting Saxon deal with the rest, as she moved forwards, moving into a camoflaged netting, some sort of command structure She let her M134 down to her side, and kept her Spetsnaz Shovel ready, the enlarged weapon sturdy in her hands, as she knew this would be some CQC through here. One of the men tried to outflank her and jump on her side, but it was a frisky fling, that Natalie could respond to. She almost used the momentum and threw him on the floor, Shovel in her right coming down with him and with a significant force, landing in his neck. Withdrawing it, she walked over, feeling bullets ahead, and chuckled loudly, almost audible through her faceplate, as she saw the man with the RPK fire hopelessly. She threw the Shovel with a certain precision and aim that wasn't unexpected of a Spetsnaz operator, yet due to it's size, looked like she was flinging a Longsword. The shovel landed right in the man's chest, as she felt another run with a Scimitar of some sort, the claustrophobic environment hard for her to move in, yet her skill showing. She let him go forth, and came within inches of being stabbed, disarming the man with her gauntleted hands, already grabbing a hard hold, as she looked him right in the eyes, the fear on the Officer clear. She threw him down and walked over, her stomach gargling, as she let loose with a vile fart that ignited, just before him. The man screamed loudly, probably shitting himself at the thought of this firebreathing beast that didn't take bullets, as she put her faceplate down.
"I'm the big bear here, you hear!" She screamed, as she stepped on his neck, killing him, as she put it down, her bloodlust flowing, the Amazon fully almost growling as she realized the post was now clear, and that the silence had just been her entering a state of total anarchy. She put her faceplate down, retrieved her Spetsnaz Shovel from the man, now on the floor and bleeding heavily to his death, before looking over the desk. She let the camera on the side of her head stream the footage, of the documents, and the other intel she saw, aware too much shit was going down outside the area of the camouflage net. Taking her M134, she licked her lips, and walked back out, the 7"5 suit and giant within a force of nature in it's own right, with Brute already blowing half the area apart to boot.
"Intel's secured, I recorded it, and all the high rankers are dead. They don't understand who's the head bitch here, it seems." She said in her cold Russian accent, already moving back out and helping Brute to clear out the rest, in the far of the compound, by a set of barracks within that housed some men, all who ran with AK-12s and whatever weapons to hand.

On the walls, Ross laid down the fire, as Carl clacked off the charge. The set of Iglas went up, and took out part of the wall, collapsing it behind them as it fell into the outer ditch, the explosion significant enough and blowing apart even enemies below. It was an awesome sight, as Ross and Carl continued down the wall, Ross particularly switching to his M32 to dish out some more fire on some of the enemies. It was not much compared to in the courtyard, but substantial, as he finished the cylinder off, taking out the stands for two launchers on the other side, and knocking them down so that they would not be redeployed easily again.
"Merlin, this is Knight, we're almost done here. Can you send any Apaches over to help us out? The AA is mostly offline, we could do with some backup with the rest." Ross asked, as he moved from the position behind a set of empty gas canisters, to a part of demolished wall, firing with the Mk48 accurately at two tangoes, before lighting up another that fired an RPG into the compound inaccurately, the warhead flying off into the gatehouse wall rather than into any of the Heavies. The shot threw the insergent off the roof, as Ross fired another set of rounds into a another grouping, taking them out quickly.
"Affirmative, five minutes Knight. We're sending Mechanized Infantry platoon "Whiskey" your way to help clean up the mess. You're only nine miles from the Chinese border- and what we don't clean, the Chinese will." He heard, as Ross headed over the cover, laying down more fire.
"Got it. This place has no civies, we're within the Fort with IR strobes. Watch for the two big friendlies, the gunners won't fucking believe the cameras when they see it." Ross replied, as he moved up, laying down fire for the other Canadian Jug to push forwards with his lighter LMG and his slightly lighter armor, giving him the drop and the edge when shit hit the fan.

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