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Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

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Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Going to post at some point today- Skyth, you still going away on the 6th of Sep? If so, I mean, if there is any contingency that you want me to know about Zhenya, then let me know- I do have a myriad of ideas, but safe to say, I'm just wondering if it's still cool with you and all.

Also Silverwind, that is fine- no problems at all, real life comes first and all.

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

Think "The Pit" from MW2, or basically, a course you have to move through, taking out targets- though some might actually fire back, you know. Just one type of target, like mock up plywood houses and so forth.

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

I want to keep the posts flowing- if you can dude, try and post soonish, I'm a little occupied atm but as soon as all the posts have gone full circle, I'll post too. Don't want this RP to die- it's awesome so far and all.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(I re-wrote this post almost entirely- it takes a different sort of approach, since I really wanted something long (but I really skimped out on the first half I feel).)
(Also, awkward- I forgot Nolan's first name, and Andrew's second. I think his is Harris.)

Ross chuckled, as he looked to the other two.
"What can I do? I mean, you know...in this life or the next if women like her are around, I will probably get killed, you are right on that one. Didn't even have one, you know." Ross said, shaking his head, as he knew full well, she had done it out of fear-induction.
"To be fair to you Captain, she is a stunner. Not many large women retain that sort of beauty. I don't blame you for it, but make no mistake, that isn't mechanized. That's muscle and strength under that, both of them make us look like bugs." Jenny said in response, as she looked over to the snipers, who'd come in after the fight, moving through the town.
"Lads and Jenny, some Warrant Officer wants to talk to you. Says they need you outside." Andrew said, quickly pointing over, as Ross got off his barrel, the others behind.
"Fair enough. Let's see what they think of this madness." He said, as they headed to the gate, Natalie and Victor gone about two minutes ago or so.

Walking out, the FV510 Warrior came to a stop, with the rest of the infantry disembarking from the rear, one in particular moving over to the Juggernauts and the Snipers, who had walked out of the demolished front gate of the fort.
"Captain Henderson? Shit, you Juggernauts really are insane. Chief Warrant Officer Welch at your service." The Brit said, wearing a regular MTP uniform, with a Osprey Assault Vest and helmet, with a mesh net on it. He seemed pretty much like the others, the rank distinguishing him in particular.
"Yep, that's me. This is Lieutenant Carl Cardinal and Sergeant Jennifer Morrison. These wookies here are Lieutenant Nolan and Staff Sergant Harris." Pointing to the other two in the team and then the snipers, Ross kept his helmet in his left, and his Mk48 in his right, aware that the three were intimidating indeed in their stance, and the heavy Juggernaut suits they wore.
"You came late. Two contractors did most of this, ghost stories that you've probably heard are actually fucking real, but beyond that, this place is cleared. Shitloads of supplies, AA and militants, dead. I hear you're cleaning up- you may need more than a few mops for this one." Ross added, as the WO was amazed, looking beyond the three well armoured soldiers.
"Fucking hell....you aren't lying. We're setting up a Camp in here, Whiskey Company is setting up it's IFVs adjacent to the place, infantry are inside. The walls and everything are still standing, so it's still an important strategic defence in the area. Gunfighters have got them on the run to the Chinese borders, so we're going to work Anti-Insurgency from this place- the Royal Engineers are meant to be here by 1100 hours, and we've got a good amount of defences and barracks to set up. Not sure what your orders are from here, but you're welcome to join us here till they come through." Welch said, as Ross looked at the rest of the British contingent in the company, sweeping the town and the general area, going in also.
"Well, we're up for that. We need a resupply and some kip, so something for something I guess." Ross replied, as WO Welch nodded, looking over.
"We've got a couple of lorries coming in now. Help yourselves to what you need- this is some seriously nice work. No doubt you took bullets in those suits, we've heard stuff about you all over the place." Welch added, as Ross chuckled.
"We've travelled far and wide, but it's what we dish out, Warrant Officer." Ross simply said, as he looked around, back to his team.
"Well....off we fuck for some ammo and sleep." Ross said simply, as Jenny shook her head, in the simple manner he said it, before falling in, swinging her MG4 over her shoulder.

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Natalie clambered into the Chinook, following behind Victor, as she watched him put him somewhere the opposite of comfy.
"Shame I wasn't unarmored, or else I'd of drawn both of my plump two cannons on him." Natalie said, laughing giddily, as she then checked her M134.
"Scaring people with words sometimes works better. Lasts a lot longer, mentally fucks them." She added, as she took her faceplate off completely, leaving it on her neckbrace, as she looked to Victor, cuddling up closer by his side as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, looking him in the eyes.
"You're the only person I fear, you know. Brings my heart rate up, any other human, not so much you know? I mean....you're that spark on crude oil. Just waiting to really surprise me..." Natalie said, edging closer as she kissed him on the cheek, the Pilot a little awkwardly interupting.
"30 seconds, we've got a small enemy outpost below. Do what you need to, Brute." He said, as Natalie edged out, letting Victor get up, and grab the body.
"Shit, seems like you're going to show these bastards we remember the wounds." Natalie said far more seriously, as she stood herself, following behind as she raised the M134, the rear door gunner backing out the way, coming between the two as he moved to the front, Natalie aware her M134 in her hands was more powerful than the M240 that the crewman had just manned. The side door gunners barked open their M240s, as Natalie followed suit with her minigun, spitting hot lead as the Chinook hovered a few meters above the ground, giving Victor enough time to do what they do. The fire was so intense, on the small outpost, no more than 20 men in number, that they didn't bother replying, the volume of bullets and the literal spitting of hot lead all over hammering the point home. As Victor finished up, Natalie offered a hand up, the Chinook flying a little lower to scoop him, as they then pulled out, the Chinook steering hard out of any RPG or gunfire that now came back, and headed for the Chinese border, to safety. Walking back to the seats, the rear door gunner quick to get back on his M240, Natalie watched Victor take his seat, as she slyly sat on his thighs, unstrapping her ammunition rucksack to the side as she backed up, aware her rear, or at least, through the suit, just sat nicely on Victor's lap.
"Hmm...I guess they'll know what they need to know. You sitting comfortably?" Natalie asked, as she knew his response would be pretty clear-cut.

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Five Days Later
Somewhere off the coast of Honduras
1900 Hours

The MH6 Little Bird wobbled a little as it headed offshore, the rain pouring in the midst of the thunderstorm, as Natalie adjusted her position in her Tactical Suit, the shadow black colour at this time of day hard to spot if concealed. Though there was six inches of kevlar between her bare body and the outer thick rubber coating, that allowed for slides and , she knew it was still light enough to run in, and most of all, use for various purposes. In this instance, a rebreather apparatus had been set up on the armour, with the compacted kit sitting on her front, a small tank with a diving mask, coupled with a set of Diving Goggles.
"Five mikes to LZ." The pilot said, as they flew on, Natalie looking to Victor by her side, a smirk on her face. After coming back from Afghanistan, Natalie had decided to take a break, and mercenary work always flowed through the company, needing to be sometimes filled. The people wanting this contract completed was the US Government in this circumstance, preferring to take a more hardline with this particular group, rather than deal with it officially. Wet Work like this always kept Natalie going, and besides, after it was done, they'd be dropped off the coast of Belize, for a little...well, fun. Take a few days of holiday, to do some things most mortal men would dream of doing, when the weather would improve rather than this shitstorm of rain. Their super-heavy armour was being repaired, with Natalie aware she was in the process of getting a completely new one, hers being almost shredded anyway after the events of Wakhan. So for now, these were a good filler, and this op suited just what they were about to do, as a nice paycheck. $250,000 was plenty enough for a comparatively small job like this, and from that, deducting $40,000 for the helicopter and ammunition, was really a small drop in a big paycheck that would fund their lives as the stored money in their accounts already did.

She flexed her neck, looking back, before she tucked herself closer into the seat. The neckbrace of the suit covered the entire rear of the head, being so huge to protect from explosives, but at the front, it only covered up to the chin, giving a good visibility in the front 180 degrees. She widened her legs, looking at the water meters below the helicopter, before turning back to Victor, her face wet from the spray of rain and water below.
"Remember, we're hunting a HVT, a big druglord going under the name of Pablo Rodriguez. Big cocaine factory, established on an old US naval outpost, that they developed on a peninsula jutting into the Caribbean. Could take a submarine in it's heyday in WW2, now it's abandoned and mostly dismantled, apart from our entry- an underwater piping, takes us right into the facility, where we can get sneaky and so on." She said, as she checked the AS VAL on her front, chambering a 30-round 9x19mm magazine. She had her two USP.45 pistols silenced in hip holsters, and her Spetsnaz Shovel tucked onto her forearm, when needed. Going quiet was easy with these suits- the soles of the suit's boots were designed to be virtually silent, and the profile, while large, was easy to hide with in the shadows or in concealment. A pair of flippers were attached to them, to make movement a little easier while underwater- it would still be slow, but do-able with their strengths.
"This is how we do our holidays...shit, I guess I really did sign us up for some real recreation. We've got enough C4 between us to disable and destroy both the mechanisms and the Coke that's there, before calling the bird to pull out of there, just in time for the Honduran Navy to clean up. And while the weather's bad, it's better than sunbathing at least. I guess there's some plans we can have, when this storm passes." She added, her face a slightly tanned colour, and her blonde hair tucked into a bun, yet she still looked imposing, the two dark smudges of warpaint just below her eyes, water still dripping a little off. She was a Amazon after all, and from the two....rises on her chest, to the sheer size of her body, you could tell you didn't mess with this woman.
"Check the air's flowing, masks on, and attach your flippers. Two minutes, Brute. This really is a new meaning to wet work." She added, as she pulled the mask for her rebreather from her side, and engaging the mechanism, put it on, before putting her Diving Goggles on. Her vision was a little impaired, but they were diving to 30m- and for that, they'd need more oxygen than just a regular set of oxygen tanks would give. She changed comms channels, for the dive radio, as she looked to Victor.
"And there's some seriously wet work down below that you'll have to deal with later, Victor. My rear is roaring for action too, I've got to show you what heat is really like." She said, being a massive tease, as she looked out on the slowly setting sun that barely poked a hole in the stormclouds, as the helicopter pitched, and slowly began a hovering pattern, just over the ocean. The rain made the tactical suits a slightly reflective shiny, yet covert black, that in this weather, was amplified further.
"We're about one and a half kilometers from the base itself, the suits are weight, but we won't sink entirely. Flippers are your friend here. 30 seconds." She added, as she looked to him, checking her Dive Knife placed right in a specific spot on her chest, and the chem light attached to her leg, a light green that would activate when they hit the water, and provide illumination when they went deeper. While her head would be a little wet, the suit was sealed below the head in this circumstance, to prevent water filling the suit up, so to speak. The fact of the matter was, they had a little work to do, and they'd be a hell of a force. The chopper held, about five meters off the ocean, as Natalie unstrapped herself, giving a thumbs up.
"Geronimo!" She said, as she then left the side seat of the MH6, legs straight and her arms too, as she then plunged into the deep, exhaling hard as bubbled formed past her goggles, and the warm Caribbean water kicked up against her head, the suit sinking as she adjusted her position, and began kicking, hard. The rain was heavy above the water, but below, it was quiet, with Natalie hearing only the burble of her own breathing and bubbles.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

(I'm using mobile internet in Poland right now- it's hard to type up a post, so expect the next one to be likely in the start of September. Sorry.)

Ryan looked over, looking out at the darkening sky out of the garage bay.
"Any second really. Should get a lot colder, not a cloud in the sky after all." He said, looking over at the two R8s, aware the temperature, due to the area, would drop considerably. It would be around 20 degrees, if not less, due to the fact that the heat escaped, yet Ryan knew the black tarmac was like walking on hot coals if barefoot- it was staggering how hot it could get when it was the middle of the day, but now, it was cooling down, to something much more comfortable.
"I really want to shove it in Muller's face. We get a one two, sure he claims the title, but he won't have so massive a grin when he does. I feel good about it, you know." He said, looking over at her, as he finished his drink off, quickly getting up and walking over to a laptop on a desk. Clicking through, he got his telemetry data up, quickly scanning through, looking at throttle patterns. As dull and boring as it seemed, it gave a corner by corner analysis of how the throttle was applied, how smooth or irregular it was. And Ryan could tell- the sectors he had a small issue with, were where the patterns were worst, the irregularity through the last complex a bastard to master in the pattern, himself aware that was where he'd need to bring the thunder and really up his game- lest he lost positions. He was just focussed on the race now- nothing else mattered, not what next, just get in the car, and drive the R8 LMS GT3, like he'd stolen it. He had a commanding style of racing, one that was ice-cold, tactical, and kept going, line after line. Holding positions, and placing pressure ahead was what he did well, to always put himself in a position where he wouldn't get passed.
"Always got next season, to try and kick the shit from him. Or, go into something else you know."

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

Swordfish chuckled, as she kept her G43 high, moving over the rest of the lava field quickly, keeping to the snow and more iced over sections, to avoid the heat. Stepping off, she found the perimeter fence. the snowstorm hiding them. She had an intuition she was in the clear- and as she took the tiny boltcutters off her bootleg, clipping the fence link by link, she was in. Quickly cutting a roughly Sturm Adler sized hole, she slipped through, already moving through, as she looked through the thermal camera. A pair of men were walking away. Best to leave them, she thought to herself. Later, they could be dealt with. Moving up, she checked her radio, the earpiece linked up to a small box on her hip.
"Sturm Adler, way in is clear. I want to rig the charges right in the middle- I need you to get inside the fence and provide another set of eyes, but be ready if shit hits the fan. Quietly take out any patrols- perhaps think of a Plan B, if things on my end go sour. Perhaps a fuel dump, or a boat, try and see what you find, and stick a charge on it. Get detected, and you know how things will have to work. The messier way." She said, as she kept moving, quickly taking cover behind a snowdrift, already collapsing down. A squad of men ran past, headed across the complex, aware she was hidden as she sunk herself deep in the snowdrift, letting the snow cover her. Her body felt the chill, as she almost wriggled out, looking over. Two more men approached, and they were right in her way. Right before her approach into the radar area. She had to deal with them. quickly. She aimed the rifle, crouching, as she held her breath, already set. The first shot entered the man's temple, by his right ear, and left through his left one, carving a hell of a wound. The second shot went through the man's lungs and heart, quickly kicking him down with a decisive shatter. The exit wound did the rest of the work, and the two men were floored, the British soldiers downed before they knew what hit them. Moving past, she ran over the bodies, moving like a Spectre, checking her radio.
"Going in. Give me five. Up to you from here Sturm Adler, but remember, you know how infiltrators work. Let me do mine, and then we'll regroup back at my suit." She said, moving quickly to a concrete structure, already clambering onto the side. The snow kicked off her gloved hands, as she clambered up, aware that the snowstorm covered her. Suddenly, the noise of a man emerging from the bunker that the large radar relay protracted from could be heard, and Swordfish knew she had to be quick. Withdrawing her Welrod, she aimed it with a certain flair, headshotting the man with the .45 ACP round, the shot silent apart from the man's thud, on the bodies he had almost just discovered. The snow covered it partly, it shifted and moved like sand, but it was shiveringly cold. Clambering, the wind buffeting, she pulled the charge off her belt, and secured it. Inserting the acid timer, she had three to four minutes, precisely to get out of there. She lept off the structure and slid down the angled concrete bunker, landing in some snow like a black cat, taking her Sten off her back.
"Okay, dealing with the internals now. Radar explosives set. Once everything's done on my end, I'll let you know when to raise hell." She said quietly, moving through the open door, into the concrete bunker.

The bunker wasn't a huge complex within, but it was two-tiered, and Swordfish knew quietly eliminating everyone in here. She moved up to a door, to see a man walk past, inches. She stayed in the cold icy shadows, before emerging, aware he was headed left to a darkened section of the concrete cavern, to a leaky pipe. Swordfish made her burst at that moment, aware that if he had that wrench in his hand, it wouldn't do well. She came unarmed, quickly moving forwards and breaking his arm, before piling forwards, covering his mouth as she then adjusted herself.
"Sweet dreams." She whispered, as she then moved backwards, aware he was going to howl, but she'd keep him silent, to stop an echo of a neck click, or a shot. She put her rear over his mouth, coming down hard, as he muffled, Swordfish smiling, as she felt him slowly suffocate, and stop resisting. Standing up, a little blood down her legs, she left the slightly leaking pipe to carry on, moving into the next room. She almost flawlessly tossed a Throwing Knife with a precision of a ex-SOE, refined German double agent at a radar operator, before casually again, headshotting a man with her Sten, the silent weapon emptying one 9mm round into his forehead, as she moved fast. Moving down a set of stairs, she fired a burst into a man, throwing him down, before entering the last of the small bunker's rooms. She kicked the unlocked steel door in, and moved with a pace and aggression unseen, as she breached through. None expected it- she was too fast, and the rounds hadn't been to thought of the operators. She was a ghost, until the moment they realized she had entered. Quickly taking down two operators, and finishing the magazine on the third man in the room, she looked around, checking everything else. She quickly approached one of the desks and fitted another explosive, this time an opened up fuse set for longer, the non-plastic explosive set to go off when the other one did, triggering a chain reaction that would almost certainly completely vaporize anything left in the bunker. Running quickly, a new magazine in the Sten, she quickly moved out, almost sprinting into cover under a Willys jeep, realizing there was almost a full squad of infantry almost bearing down on the bunker. She kept her head down, the snow and the cold kicking, as she only hoped there was one way of getting this shit sorted out.
"Sturm Adler, that contingency, do it now! Hold inside the compound, make something loud!" She spoke rapidly into her comms, aware that this was going to now get hairy. She readied up on the winterized British squad, aware that she'd have to eliminate them quick, before darting back to her armored diving suit, Swordfish knew she was dead in the snow if she was exposed here now. The quiet element had been done- the bunker would have been locked down otherwise, but now, it empowered them to at least create a mess, and begin tearing apart the area, before the Fallschirmjagers were going to drop in, in the morning. The darkness and the snowstorm helped, but the lighting around parts of the outpost did not help, in any way whatsoever.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Natalie continued to fire her M134, the multi-barreled weapon growling and almost growing an orange hot, as she took down a few more men, tearing many holes in them, as she stepped over some bodies, carrying on, feeling the AK rounds ping off, harmlessly. The last of the men from the barracks went down, following Victor's USAS12 barrage almost completely turning to shreds the rest, as it quickly emerged what the situation was. They'd cleaned this area of the fort. Even Saxon, or Jenny's MG4 had come quiet, as they all somehow realized what had happened. Walking around, she kept the barrels spinning, taking out one more man that ran from behind a car, quickly having most of his former self projected onto the far wall of the fort.
"Shit. Courtyard is clear. Knight, looks like we haven't got any more to take out. There's bodies a foot high in places- I think that estimate of 200 was around good." Natalie said, chuckling over the comms, as she looked to her side, to Victor.
"That was intense. I could really do with some R and R after this." She said to him, looking around, aware that the fight wasn't totally done. Walking back to the front, at the gate, she saw a few Taliban troopers running, to then instantly stop in their stride.
"Bad luck!" She yelled, as she raised the M134, and the weapon barked loudly, the weapon not even combatable by the Taliban soldiers, who shot, and then ran. Neither of which fazed Natalie, as she tore them apart, the heavy minigun recoiling hard but doing it's job.

On the walls, Ross kept moving, already firing as he felt rounds slam into him, one in his groinplate and another in the helmet, but he didn't care. He was moving, and fast. He laid down a hail of 7.62 fire as he walked, aware that down below, hell was being raised also. The noise of 30mm rounds, followed by FFAR rockets into the village was booming, but not as much as the XM307 locally.
"Good hits, Spear. Hold fire on Fort, we've got this. Over." Ross said, as he kept up the fire ahead onto a set of enemies moving out, clipping them with a couple of shots in the torso, from standing not bad. Looking around, he checked for more targets, checking the ammo line from his ammunition assault pack, before quickly lowering the weapon.
"Shit, Bear, this place is clear. I'm not even sure how the fuck we just did that." He said, as she laughed.
"Welcome to rolling with us." She replied, as she stopped firing, Ross putting up his visor, aware the area was clear. He looked over to the far side of town, where a bunch of Warrior FV510 IFVs rolled through, carving a path through the main route in town. The Apaches circled again, quickly cleaning up a set danger close to the IFVs, as they came in, barely fording a river that flowed close to the Fort, before making their way to the front. Ross and Carl headed down, aware that they were going to get relieved.

Natalie made her way back into the fort, looking to Victor.
"Your friends are here. We'll sweep this intel up, and get out of here. Our Chinook should be coming back- no AA left to interfere now, our LZ was a ballsy one." She said, reminding him of the fact that they were lucky to insert when MANPADS were up, and that it was something that the Chinook pilot had taken with an incredible pinch of salt on his approach. Flares and ECM jamming must have been used, she reminded herself, or they'd be bags of meat in metal.
"Intel seems to suggest what we saw at the command post, confirming it. That thing, Phoenix, wasn't the only one. And that the Group, is called "Ravenclaw". Saw their name on a document somewhere- seems to suggest they're multi-cultured. Rogue elements of Chinese, Iranian, Indian, Russian and Brazilian governments, centered on a central terrorist axis- they're not connected, but extremist elements, the odd politician or two, businessmen and extremists who profit are in. Explaining the Russian guns. And Brussels." Natalie said, as she put her faceplate fully up, kissing Victor's, revealing the Lightening pattern on her face, with her blonde hair on a bun visible just. Her face was dirty, but gritty in a way you'd expect it to be. She swung the M134 on her side, walking to the command tent again.

Walking in, she looked at the papers a little closer.
"Suggests Ravenclaw forces are out of theater now. We wiped out a good cert, but this says the rest are going into Pakistan. And then dispersing, I bet. Roughly 1,000 soldiers, armed with modern equipment. Even Western gear. Shit. Add to that the intel about the other armored suits, and that's a problem." Natalie said, as she found a sturdy metal box, about the height of her rear, as she took one of the pieces of paper to hand, and sat on it, the giant's weight almost crushing it but the boxes of ammo held.
"Taliban and AQ are being fucked up on a royal scale. This was one of their last big strongholds. And we just emptied it clean. Ravenclaw wants to hit the West hard. We just retaliated, but I hope it wasn't for nothing. It's got a good web of intel on the other stuff, locations of other international internment points. Where they lay their head low. A few places on the planet, it seems, some surprising, others not so much. I can't infer much here, but it's useful, if we want to know where to go next." Natalie said, as she looked over to him.
"These suits might be a little more than hit hard...but we're still Gods, Victor." Natalie said, putting it back, as she stood up, already reaching up to Victor, and undoing his visor, her lips hitting his, as she tongued, tightening her arms as she then let go, already a smirk back to her face. She walked past, and slapped him hard on the back of the suit, by his rear, before turning her head back.
"And I sure as shit know you'll kick some ass rain or shine. That guy still alive?" Natalie asked, pointing to a man in the middle bleeding moderately, the one Victor had dealt with earlier, as the other Jugs came into the compound, visors up, as the Mechanized Infantry moved through the rest of the village slowly and carefully.

"Aye aye." Ross said, finding an oil drum to sit on, barely coming down comfortably, as he saw Jenny come over, her helmet off and in her left hand, her MG4 in her right. For a moment, all of the soldiers there saw eye to eye, Natalie looking around.
"You did good, Knight. For your size, you are more than capable." She said, as Ross laughed.
"We did our part, Bear. What we had to." Ross replied, aware he was playing with fire here, aware they were just waiting now for the British infantry to move in.
"Call me Natalie. This is Victor, if you didn't know. And as you know from before, we're more than just some ghost stories. This is what we do for a living. We want the bastards to pay for Brussels as much as you. We have the wounds to prove it." Natalie said, looking to Victor, before looking to the Juggs in a steely way.
"Jesus, so it was you. Who saved those people." Jenny said, gulping, in the thought.
"We almost died for them. He almost had a bullet planted into his heart, and I've got too many nine mil rounds that have had to be pulled out. Sacrifice is sometimes worthwhile." Natalie said in her cold Russian accent, looking over in a certain glare.
"You understand, but do not feel it. There are oceans of blood to be created for those responsible. We have only begun. And as have you. Today. A long and dark road to redemption lies ahead of us, but we shall get it." Natalie said, widening her stance, as Ross took her into account. Nothing could deny it. The two were titans, just massive. They were large, beyond scale. It felt as if if he ran into either of them, he'd just bounce off, like hitting a brick wall. It wouldn't be a good occasion to try it.
"I guess so. You're friendlier than they say." Ross said, as Natalie laughed, looking over at the smaller soldiers in general. They were good, but not Giants, or like Ares and Athena were when they made their presence clear.
"You found us on a good day then. Shit, that was good." Natalie said, looking to Victor.
"Anyway, our ride's here in five minutes. Good luck, you three. It has been a pleasure." She said, offering a hand to Ross. Her massive armored gauntlet shook Ross's smaller gloved hand, herself chuckling, as she looked over, aware Ross had something on his mind.
"And before you ask...Victor is my fiancee. I can tell it from your eyes, Ross, you are looking in a way that only men with a hard-on do. But I will permit it." She said, walking over, her voice booming slightly, the Russian accent amplifying it almost.
"And very, very few men get to hear that. Have fun." She said, walking away, leaving Ross in a state of disbelief.
"Oh come on!" He said to the other two, Jenny laughing, as Ross got off the oil drum, and looked over at the two walking away, the masses walking out the front gate, the noise of a Chinook in the distance.

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.