FourtyTwo Member
STATUS: 10+ years of an RP idea, finally finished, on 10.10.2025. Goodnight Raven Squad, you were the best, wildest, most silly near future SOF RP that lived on the guild, and you got a worthy send off :) 9 mos ago
- Last Seen: 8 hrs ago
- Old Guild Username: kingkonrad
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 2476 (0.54 / day)
- VMs: 3
-
Username history
- FourtyTwo 5 yrs ago
- ██████████ 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
cosmiccowgirl,
esqueleto,
xVampire3go,
SonnetNSunbeam,
RisingRobin,
Gunther,
Antlers,
PrinceAlexus,
Hibachi90,
Half Pint
Status
Recent Statuses
9 mos ago
Current
10+ years of an RP idea, finally finished, on 10.10.2025. Goodnight Raven Squad, you were the best, wildest, most silly near future SOF RP that lived on the guild, and you got a worthy send off :)
9
likes
Bio
I've RP'd for the best part of over 15 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots. I've been more a GM lately than a player, and don't really lean into fandom- instead, exploring my own universes lifting themes from other source material.
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
Most Recent Posts
Thanks dude- this RP can still breathe, might be interesting if we can get some more people potentially in.
In short, the team are above on a ridge at OP Nevada, and Jan has broken out the laser designator, to co-ordinate fire support, while the rest of the team covers- I know it isn't very interesting, but I felt that I had to do one buffer post before all shit goes to hell, and they head down, going straight into the airfield before the bulk of VDV forces parachute into the area- you could still use one of the Medved guys as an NPC if you wish, as they're shared NPCs amongst us I believe.
Thanks dude- I mean, this RP has a lot of ideas still flowing, and I want to get your characters into it better.
Marked for Deletion
Marked for Deletion
Marked for Deletion
Natalie let loose, a stream of bubbles near her rear, as she kicked hard, hissing in the rebreather hard as she looked as the shallow waters that they had dropped into. It was only about 20m deep, but still, the illumination was half decent, the storm beginning to slowly pass though the area, but not that it mattered to Natalie. They had a fairly long swim, but she was muscular, being surprisingly strong. Under any armor, apart from her pretty face and her curves, she was built like a female tank. Her legs and arms were proportionate to her height, not just long, but thick, almost tree trunks in how they dominated. Beyond her two big bosoms, she had a six pack that seemed very well toned, though hard to spot, and her body, whilst elegant and beautiful, was powerful in ways that represented she took no shit. She was ex-Spetsnaz after all- and that brawn was backed up by a very ruthlessly efficient mindset. One that turned her into a killing machine more potent than her weapons alone did. Hissing into the rebreather, as a school of fish swam by, the warm tropical waters reminding Natalie that sharks were also around but not likely to fuck around with them today. Besides, Natalie knew she wasn't going to die that way, fate would never allow it. Swimming on, her legs thundering, the two black suits moved through the water with a certain grace, as they came closer, and closer.
Within fifteen minutes, Natalie saw the beginnings of what was the naval base, as she looked back at Victor, hissing hard through her rebreather.
"Through here. It's going to be tight." Natalie said, as she looked left, almost in a crouched position, as she checked the AS VAL, chambering an underwater-compatible magazine, as she looked to him.
"And since you have a fart fetish, you stay behind me." Natalie added, chortling over the radio, as she knew that at this stage, Victor wouldn't get the effect of the heat, but the pressure would hit him, and boy, did Natalie know what she was doing when she had some force in her gas. The piping seemed ancient, but the gate was rusted, and covered in coral in places. Taking a small oxy-acetlene torch from her back, she began cutting the grate with ease, quickly ripping it off, as she took her AS VAL back into one hand, and her Dive Knife in the other. The pipe was thin, but it led as a filler for the dry dock within the submarine pen, completely broken now, with all the pumps removed. It fit Natalie and Victor just- and Natalie knew that teasing Victor was a full time occupation, alongside killing people.
"In we go." She remarked, as she took her gloved left hand, with the knife in it, finding a spot to wriggle in. She kicked hard, letting the momentum take her, as she stopped her legs. Her sixth sense kicked in about where Victor was relative, and she knew this was going to be good.
"Straight on...hmm...it's going to be a wet one!" Natalie said over the comms, cackling like the devil, as suddenly, the pressure and force rocketed her forwards, as bubbles of her gas displaced water, the flurry right to Victor, as she kicked, still laughing.
"Oh, you should have never said you enjoyed them. You're going to get plenty more later...." Natalie said in an evil way, aware that this was perhaps a true revenge for when Victor hit her on the rear. Oh, she always had a way, she thought to herself.
Swimming on, through the narrow pipes, Natalie stopped, as she then heard walking above. They had gone up and she could see through the grate, the feet of one man. He wasn't talking. She couldn't stand in the pipe, but she could do something different. Inhaling hard, breathing in air at a rate most humans could only dream of, she knew the grate wouldn't be that strong. It was bolted in two places, and it moved when he stood on it, as he had initially heard. It was too narrow for them to get out here, but Natalie wanted to stir the Hornet's nest before going through. Putting her feet up against the top of the pipe and taking two hands on the grate, dive knife in her right, she saw the other man walk away, as this soldier stayed, over the small grate.
"Let me have this one. Quiet."
Natalie yanked, and the grate, which was so poorly attached from the top, came apart, the whole structure going, as the man fell, straight into the water. Natalie didn't even flinch as the man, arms outreached, was so shocked and unaware, he didn't know how quickly his life ended. Natalie thrust the Dive knife right by his neck, throwing her hand forward onto his mouth and suffocating him, pinning him down in the narrow tunnel, the man kicking and looking right into Natalie's goggled eyes, unable to see beyond the black tint as she looked right into his, with a real feeling of hatred and adrenaline combining. It took less than thirty seconds- the man must have taken water in his lungs, due to the panic, but it didn't matter. Taking the ripped out grate, she put it back up, and swam forward, dragging him and having to kick even harder. And it was one less enemy. Perhaps they'd look at the grate and moan that it was broken, but they'd never know their friend was sitting in a flooded pipe.
"Mind the body." Natalie simply said, as she kept on kicking, hoping Victor was on her back. Swimming towards another grate, she cursed, looking beyond it. It was concreted off- like the US Navy had done so to seal the passage off. But the good news was, there was a passage upwards, a little underwater but poking out into something out. It was a way out, Natalie thought to herself, observing.
"Fuck, this should be going to the submarine pen itself, but we can't go through. Dammit. Wait a second- I have a possible idea." She added, looking around at the coral in the pipe, as she bung a green chemical light forwards, the cracked tube emitting light, as she took her Oxy-Acetelene torch out again, quickly cutting through as she did on the entrance. Natalie was using up almost the rest to cut the rusted, yet thick bars, before pushing them out the way, and swimming through. The pipe seemed to be concreted here- but there was an access point, for some sort of maintenance perhaps beyond the grate. Natalie looked up, the darkness only illuminated by the green chem light, a smirk on her face as she looked around to Victor.
"Get that grapple hook ready. There's just enough room for us both here. Fire it and and set it to pull if you think it's got a stable link, otherwise, we'll crawl up it." Natalie said, as she swam upwards a little into the hollow, where a few destroyed ladder rings sat at the top- the rest had rusted and broken off, and meant that the only way up was a rope. It seemed to go into some sort of elevator shaft- a maintenance one, rather than a normal one. For carrying pallets of ammunition, rather than groups of people. A metal grated door, probably to stop people falling into the water, sat where the lift would usually go- the lift itself disabled higher in the shaft, from their perspective still in the water. Perhaps another grate covered this way down- but it wasn't there anymore. As Natalie shifted a little, emerging from the water in the very narrow shaft, she took her goggles off, and the rebreather out of her mouth, as Victor prepared the line. They would have to then perhaps keep climbing up the lift shaft's cable, and perhaps after getting higher, do some damage from above, getting an oversight on what was what from an observation room in the pen. It was a nightmare, but they were undetected- and Natalie, knowing full well what damage they could do, knew that if they hit the enemy correctly, then almost any enemy standing here would be toast before twenty minutes would pass.
Within fifteen minutes, Natalie saw the beginnings of what was the naval base, as she looked back at Victor, hissing hard through her rebreather.
"Through here. It's going to be tight." Natalie said, as she looked left, almost in a crouched position, as she checked the AS VAL, chambering an underwater-compatible magazine, as she looked to him.
"And since you have a fart fetish, you stay behind me." Natalie added, chortling over the radio, as she knew that at this stage, Victor wouldn't get the effect of the heat, but the pressure would hit him, and boy, did Natalie know what she was doing when she had some force in her gas. The piping seemed ancient, but the gate was rusted, and covered in coral in places. Taking a small oxy-acetlene torch from her back, she began cutting the grate with ease, quickly ripping it off, as she took her AS VAL back into one hand, and her Dive Knife in the other. The pipe was thin, but it led as a filler for the dry dock within the submarine pen, completely broken now, with all the pumps removed. It fit Natalie and Victor just- and Natalie knew that teasing Victor was a full time occupation, alongside killing people.
"In we go." She remarked, as she took her gloved left hand, with the knife in it, finding a spot to wriggle in. She kicked hard, letting the momentum take her, as she stopped her legs. Her sixth sense kicked in about where Victor was relative, and she knew this was going to be good.
"Straight on...hmm...it's going to be a wet one!" Natalie said over the comms, cackling like the devil, as suddenly, the pressure and force rocketed her forwards, as bubbles of her gas displaced water, the flurry right to Victor, as she kicked, still laughing.
"Oh, you should have never said you enjoyed them. You're going to get plenty more later...." Natalie said in an evil way, aware that this was perhaps a true revenge for when Victor hit her on the rear. Oh, she always had a way, she thought to herself.
Swimming on, through the narrow pipes, Natalie stopped, as she then heard walking above. They had gone up and she could see through the grate, the feet of one man. He wasn't talking. She couldn't stand in the pipe, but she could do something different. Inhaling hard, breathing in air at a rate most humans could only dream of, she knew the grate wouldn't be that strong. It was bolted in two places, and it moved when he stood on it, as he had initially heard. It was too narrow for them to get out here, but Natalie wanted to stir the Hornet's nest before going through. Putting her feet up against the top of the pipe and taking two hands on the grate, dive knife in her right, she saw the other man walk away, as this soldier stayed, over the small grate.
"Let me have this one. Quiet."
Natalie yanked, and the grate, which was so poorly attached from the top, came apart, the whole structure going, as the man fell, straight into the water. Natalie didn't even flinch as the man, arms outreached, was so shocked and unaware, he didn't know how quickly his life ended. Natalie thrust the Dive knife right by his neck, throwing her hand forward onto his mouth and suffocating him, pinning him down in the narrow tunnel, the man kicking and looking right into Natalie's goggled eyes, unable to see beyond the black tint as she looked right into his, with a real feeling of hatred and adrenaline combining. It took less than thirty seconds- the man must have taken water in his lungs, due to the panic, but it didn't matter. Taking the ripped out grate, she put it back up, and swam forward, dragging him and having to kick even harder. And it was one less enemy. Perhaps they'd look at the grate and moan that it was broken, but they'd never know their friend was sitting in a flooded pipe.
"Mind the body." Natalie simply said, as she kept on kicking, hoping Victor was on her back. Swimming towards another grate, she cursed, looking beyond it. It was concreted off- like the US Navy had done so to seal the passage off. But the good news was, there was a passage upwards, a little underwater but poking out into something out. It was a way out, Natalie thought to herself, observing.
"Fuck, this should be going to the submarine pen itself, but we can't go through. Dammit. Wait a second- I have a possible idea." She added, looking around at the coral in the pipe, as she bung a green chemical light forwards, the cracked tube emitting light, as she took her Oxy-Acetelene torch out again, quickly cutting through as she did on the entrance. Natalie was using up almost the rest to cut the rusted, yet thick bars, before pushing them out the way, and swimming through. The pipe seemed to be concreted here- but there was an access point, for some sort of maintenance perhaps beyond the grate. Natalie looked up, the darkness only illuminated by the green chem light, a smirk on her face as she looked around to Victor.
"Get that grapple hook ready. There's just enough room for us both here. Fire it and and set it to pull if you think it's got a stable link, otherwise, we'll crawl up it." Natalie said, as she swam upwards a little into the hollow, where a few destroyed ladder rings sat at the top- the rest had rusted and broken off, and meant that the only way up was a rope. It seemed to go into some sort of elevator shaft- a maintenance one, rather than a normal one. For carrying pallets of ammunition, rather than groups of people. A metal grated door, probably to stop people falling into the water, sat where the lift would usually go- the lift itself disabled higher in the shaft, from their perspective still in the water. Perhaps another grate covered this way down- but it wasn't there anymore. As Natalie shifted a little, emerging from the water in the very narrow shaft, she took her goggles off, and the rebreather out of her mouth, as Victor prepared the line. They would have to then perhaps keep climbing up the lift shaft's cable, and perhaps after getting higher, do some damage from above, getting an oversight on what was what from an observation room in the pen. It was a nightmare, but they were undetected- and Natalie, knowing full well what damage they could do, knew that if they hit the enemy correctly, then almost any enemy standing here would be toast before twenty minutes would pass.
PM'd you about a few ideas- write back to me if you want about what you're interested in, if you want to change or particularly add an idea, let me know.
Ah I see, so basically, you'll be around, just not on weekends and the next two weeks. That's cool man- I think that isn't too much of a worry then, have fun with that U-100 and SAR-21, you've got to tell us if that recoil reduction is real on the former or not :D .
Anyone going to throw a post up? My last post isn't great, but I do want to push on, and generally begin the assault on the airfield any minute.
Anyone going to throw a post up? My last post isn't great, but I do want to push on, and generally begin the assault on the airfield any minute.
The tangoes came down, as Jan looked to the rest of the team, and Medved, before looking forward, then at Zhenya in particular.
"I don't like changes in plan, Zhenya. I understand your view, but you're in a NATO team, and while I trust your friends, deviations in plan always require more thought on my behalf. Just keep that in mind." Jan said rather coldly, aware that he had to put the point across- lest the Russian burst out like that again. He didn't care what his operators did, so long as they took out targets. But Jan never felt comfortable about Zhenya- he could trust him operationally, but Medved's appearance again felt wrong. It felt too repeated, and Jan knew you didn't let your guard down around Russians. They were dangerous, capable of things Western SF didn't sometimes understand wholly, but they wouldn't relent. And it was why Jan didn't want Zhenya to consider himself a bear amongst wolves, but rather just a cog in a machine. He was good- but he was still just a Sptesnaz Vympel soldier, in a NATO SF team. Looking to the others, he nodded.
"Okay, we head down here." He added, pointing down, as he looked to the bodies.
"Leave them there. Get a fresh set of magazines in. We are running out of time, Gents." Jan simply said to the group, as he looked ahead, aware the team had to go, or else they'd run into more patrols- and that would bog them down. They had to be decisive, as they moved through the snowy forest, the breezy cold not a worry to Jan. He didn't care about it. OP Nevada was not far, and all they needed to do, was set up there, and prepare to move down and get what they were looking for, found.
Neil looked over at Wendy, a smirk on his face.
"You know, at least we don't have to get our hands too dirty. We're friends from afar." Neil said, chuckling a little, as he looked over at her, then looking back.
"And if the Ruskies are along, I hope they tell them we're here. Otherwise, things could be a little scary you know." Neil added, as he checked the bolt of the DSR, then watching through the Spotting Device again, the small tripod-mounted lens bringing up a closer image of the area down below, with Neil changing to thermal, observing anything else that might be visible.
"Hmm....through the thermals, I can just pick out a few infantry inside that hut there. Through the cracks in those barrack huts, I can see half a dozen." He added, aware that when shit hit the fan, they'd only fire then. It was boring, but it was what snipers did- wait. And wait they would, as long as they needed. Till they knew their moment would come.
Moving downhill, Jan kept an eye out, as they moved through the forested area, with haste. the team moving as a unit. Though Jan knew he was somewhat a little at odds with Zhenya, he knew that it was petty- they were here to get the job done, and Jan knew that SF operators understood that. Even if politics got in the way, they still weren't going to murder each other- they all had little time to act, and tensions were on a high. Moving down, Jan kept his 416 raised, as they moved with a pace and flair that said that they knew precisely what they were doing. They had dropped down in the forest by a significant margin, and despite the patrols in the forest, they had made good pace, good enough to buy them time to lase and set up the shots. OP Nevada was a small pile of stones, another outcrop simular to what the two snipers perched under, but it was a little less pronounced.
"We have five more minutes till the Su-25s arrive. I'd rather do things by the numbers. Snipers, confirm your shot on the MANPADS and ZSU." Jan said, as they approached the site, Jan looking to Medved.
"Okay, if what you say is good, then relay it- I'll co-ordinate their fire as best as I can. We don't want to level this place, let's play our cards carefully, so to speak. Their armor gets destroyed, we'll leave the artillery to level the far end of the field with the grounded aircraft and the barracks, the ATC tower and the southern side. Scott, Zhenya, keep security on the left, Medved, sweep up the rear and right. I'll call it up when you say so, Medved." Jan said, aware that while the aim of the artillery would not be impeccable, it would be enough to at least saturate the immediate area, and buy them time to get onto it. Pulling out the laser designator out of it's case from the bottom of his assault pack, the fairly heavy set of binoculars coming into both hands, as he moved up to a set of rocks, keeping his lower half concealed below it. Looking down the designator, he adjusted his observation, peering down. already picking up targets of interest.
"Sniper team, pick up the Igla pod and any other AA. Prepare to engage." Jan simply said, as he moved his finger along to the squeezable button on the top of the device, the simple squeeze emitting an IR laser, trackable by an AGM and LGBs, to destroy whatever target was being painted. And right now, the two BMP-1s were right where he had his sights, the airfield in good view, yet their position just behind the end of the treeline insuring them somewhat. Jan exhaled, waiting for Medved to give the word, as he released the button, aware the system was working well, quickly adjusting the zoom level, as he looked back at the team, keeping a good cover. Jan didn't know what he'd do after this. Somehow, he felt like going home, just back to normality, GROM was where he needed to be. Yet this was unfinished buiness. For Gunther, for all that had sacrificed what was needed to make sure such a device didn't fall into their hands. And Jan was assured in his mind, that he'd follow them trying if he needed to.
"I don't like changes in plan, Zhenya. I understand your view, but you're in a NATO team, and while I trust your friends, deviations in plan always require more thought on my behalf. Just keep that in mind." Jan said rather coldly, aware that he had to put the point across- lest the Russian burst out like that again. He didn't care what his operators did, so long as they took out targets. But Jan never felt comfortable about Zhenya- he could trust him operationally, but Medved's appearance again felt wrong. It felt too repeated, and Jan knew you didn't let your guard down around Russians. They were dangerous, capable of things Western SF didn't sometimes understand wholly, but they wouldn't relent. And it was why Jan didn't want Zhenya to consider himself a bear amongst wolves, but rather just a cog in a machine. He was good- but he was still just a Sptesnaz Vympel soldier, in a NATO SF team. Looking to the others, he nodded.
"Okay, we head down here." He added, pointing down, as he looked to the bodies.
"Leave them there. Get a fresh set of magazines in. We are running out of time, Gents." Jan simply said to the group, as he looked ahead, aware the team had to go, or else they'd run into more patrols- and that would bog them down. They had to be decisive, as they moved through the snowy forest, the breezy cold not a worry to Jan. He didn't care about it. OP Nevada was not far, and all they needed to do, was set up there, and prepare to move down and get what they were looking for, found.
Neil looked over at Wendy, a smirk on his face.
"You know, at least we don't have to get our hands too dirty. We're friends from afar." Neil said, chuckling a little, as he looked over at her, then looking back.
"And if the Ruskies are along, I hope they tell them we're here. Otherwise, things could be a little scary you know." Neil added, as he checked the bolt of the DSR, then watching through the Spotting Device again, the small tripod-mounted lens bringing up a closer image of the area down below, with Neil changing to thermal, observing anything else that might be visible.
"Hmm....through the thermals, I can just pick out a few infantry inside that hut there. Through the cracks in those barrack huts, I can see half a dozen." He added, aware that when shit hit the fan, they'd only fire then. It was boring, but it was what snipers did- wait. And wait they would, as long as they needed. Till they knew their moment would come.
Moving downhill, Jan kept an eye out, as they moved through the forested area, with haste. the team moving as a unit. Though Jan knew he was somewhat a little at odds with Zhenya, he knew that it was petty- they were here to get the job done, and Jan knew that SF operators understood that. Even if politics got in the way, they still weren't going to murder each other- they all had little time to act, and tensions were on a high. Moving down, Jan kept his 416 raised, as they moved with a pace and flair that said that they knew precisely what they were doing. They had dropped down in the forest by a significant margin, and despite the patrols in the forest, they had made good pace, good enough to buy them time to lase and set up the shots. OP Nevada was a small pile of stones, another outcrop simular to what the two snipers perched under, but it was a little less pronounced.
"We have five more minutes till the Su-25s arrive. I'd rather do things by the numbers. Snipers, confirm your shot on the MANPADS and ZSU." Jan said, as they approached the site, Jan looking to Medved.
"Okay, if what you say is good, then relay it- I'll co-ordinate their fire as best as I can. We don't want to level this place, let's play our cards carefully, so to speak. Their armor gets destroyed, we'll leave the artillery to level the far end of the field with the grounded aircraft and the barracks, the ATC tower and the southern side. Scott, Zhenya, keep security on the left, Medved, sweep up the rear and right. I'll call it up when you say so, Medved." Jan said, aware that while the aim of the artillery would not be impeccable, it would be enough to at least saturate the immediate area, and buy them time to get onto it. Pulling out the laser designator out of it's case from the bottom of his assault pack, the fairly heavy set of binoculars coming into both hands, as he moved up to a set of rocks, keeping his lower half concealed below it. Looking down the designator, he adjusted his observation, peering down. already picking up targets of interest.
"Sniper team, pick up the Igla pod and any other AA. Prepare to engage." Jan simply said, as he moved his finger along to the squeezable button on the top of the device, the simple squeeze emitting an IR laser, trackable by an AGM and LGBs, to destroy whatever target was being painted. And right now, the two BMP-1s were right where he had his sights, the airfield in good view, yet their position just behind the end of the treeline insuring them somewhat. Jan exhaled, waiting for Medved to give the word, as he released the button, aware the system was working well, quickly adjusting the zoom level, as he looked back at the team, keeping a good cover. Jan didn't know what he'd do after this. Somehow, he felt like going home, just back to normality, GROM was where he needed to be. Yet this was unfinished buiness. For Gunther, for all that had sacrificed what was needed to make sure such a device didn't fall into their hands. And Jan was assured in his mind, that he'd follow them trying if he needed to.
© 2007-2026