FourtyTwo

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

Of course, no problem. Any role in particular you'd like? I should mention, females are inclusive in this RP, in pretty much any role, though I would prefer a female combat medic over a female Automatic rifleman, as it is something that is a little more...well, it's hard to explain, but logical is the word. I mean, women are usually left in a support role in Afghanistan (now this has changed, but this is set in mid-2011 after all), but medics in particular, alongside maybe one or two roles are a lot easier accessible than most- though I'd be happy to have them in any if justified well.

EXO: An exo-suit/mini-mecha survival RP

Precisely- I agree with that. Practicality first, weaponry secondary to that.I'll be posting a CS shortly too.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

Also, anyone watched Bluestone 42? As far as banter goes, that is an awesome series, and while it isn't perfect to illustrate the horrors of war, it does a damn good job of showing what war even in the calmer points is like.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(Not an amazingly creative post- just a lot of shit going down).

Natalie clambered back up, moving from cover to cover as she took out another soldier that was shooting on Victor, taking a few rounds, yet moving with a flair and elegance that someone of her size, height and weight should not have possessed. Moving to a concrete post, she took a Flashbang and quickly set off the pin, before bunging it over into the concentrated area of the torpedo storage room, keeping her head well in. A round richcheted off the side of her neckbrace at the same time as the flashbang going off and sending a volley of white light inside the room. She swore, turning and with a certain aim, taking the cartel member down, the 9x19mm rounds puncturing him quick and fast, with little noise for it. The big kevlar suit sat on Natalie well, as she jogged, her bulk truly seen as she looked like she meant business right here, right now.
"Whiteout, bastards!" She yelled, as she moved around, taking her USP.45s from her holsters as she moved immediately into the smoke of the flashbang.

It had been an extra-strength- as if the original wasn't good enough, this flashbang had more capability, and Natalie's eyes had been stunned, even around the corner looking directly away. It hurt, but the sting in her eyes was easier for her to deal with than enemies. Some were on the floor, firing wildly, a few pelleting Natalie's lower half armor as she took them out, with clean shots, moving through as one suddenly ran into a wall from the effect. Taking cover by a vat of sorts, Natalie fired over, USP.45s in both hands, the recoil tolerable due to the sheer force behind her wrist. She took another man down, before switching to her Shovel, which found it's way into the man who had fallen over, completely dazed and confused. The wound was fast, and left no trace, as she stepped past him, Shovel in her right hand and her partly empty USP in her left. She fired a few more rounds into a man with an AKM at the far end, quickly clipping him as he failed to slide behind his cover in time, unlike Natalie who could take a few rounds, as she went for hers. Getting new magazines into her USPs, followed by the AS VAL, she rose up and fired back out of the torpedo room, looking to Victor.
"Whatever you're going to do, do it now! Throw your C4 brick into the middle of the room, I'll rig up the rest!" Natalie yelled to Victor, as she took out her slabs of C4, looking around at the rest of the processing plant- the place a massive Coke factory, built solely for making cocaine of a mediocre quality, but high value.

Getting charges set within each processor, she wired each up to her clacker, as Victor held the line, the process taking about a minute or so. She kept the detonator close, as she moved to Victor's position, shooting her VAL as she slid into cover, half of her exposed as she kept her head fairly down below her neckbrace, firing away.
"We need to get out of here, charges are rigged, back the way we came right?" She asked, as she then pushed over a set of cover, going to another, as suddenly, the noise of a helicopter boomed. And Natalie realized one thing in particular. It wasn't theirs. It flew in low, headed right for the exit of the submarine pen, and it looked like a Little Bird, from first appearances. But it wasn't anything of the sorts- it looked like it wasn't theirs, to begin with. It was whatever this cartel was hauling, and Natalie realized it was armed. Two M134s and FFAR rockets. This was military grade, an AH-6 of some sort, and it wasn't friendly. It began to slowly fly in, miniguns blazing on the concrete dock, avoiding use of the rockets for now, as the pilot assessed the situation, of what was going down. Bullets flew. So this was what it was like to be on the far end of her minigun, she thought to herself. It was frightening, but she always had kept a game plan, and right now, this pilot had made a dumb move.
"Shit, shit, shit! Victor, right into the water, full dive, just do it!" She exclaimed, the guns still firing away, as Natalie counted on only one thing. Too much shit had being going down in the last two minutes, and it was a horrifying mixture of sick and anger. The thing was, the cocaine facility relied on a lot of Propane, and Natalie could only guess that the concrete structure would throw the pilot off, from his already low-flying position. And right now, it would force him out, of the narrow sub pen. And Natalie knew that Victor had a certain device with him, the grapple- and that perhaps, they could just turn the tables in a very intricate way. Natalie could have been mistaken for a blonde with big boobs, a big booty, a big body and so on. But she had a brain to match. One that worked like Victor's, for survival, even in the most unorthodox of ways. She almost moved in a way that took him down into the water too, as a knee-jerk reaction to get them out.

Throwing herself off the concrete and into the water, the noise of a FFAR kicking off the concrete where they were made the decision altogether more rewarding, the force kicking all the air she had taken in. Natlaie kicked hard, aware her flippers weren't on, searching for her rebreather pipe, the lack of air blurring her head a little, the shock from the rocket blast inside being a significant one. Taking it from her back, she put it into her mouth, sucking hard as she knew it was going to be needed, checking the clacker, as she raised it in front of her bare eyes. Swimming as best as she could under, she saw the outline of the helicopter slightly rotate, as she saw Victor by her side, close by when they had gone in.
"Okay, Victor, you need to trust me on this one...get the grapple again, just fire the line onto the helicopter's skid. Wait for my mark." She said, as she slowly came a few meters off the surface, Pulling the gloved hand, the clacker clicked, and the blast was immense, the helicopter being thrown almost into the wall, though the pilot held it, almost wanting to get out. Yet he had no idea what was about to happen- something that was completely the unexpected. Natalie was close to Victor, as the water physically shook from the blast, the whole concrete structure slightly vibrating from the sheer volume of Propane that went up, and the machinery totally gone. A mission success. But Natalie knew their extraction wasn't going to save them with this on hand. And as the chopper slowly stabilized, starting to get out, Natalie knew it was going to be something different. She'd never hijacked a helicopter before, but there was always a first time for everything. And there was nobody she'd rather be doing it with than her fiancee.

EXO: An exo-suit/mini-mecha survival RP

You dig it. You bastard, I hope you acknowledge the pun :D

I mean, a botanist I guess would be responsible for charting all the weird and wonderful plants of a new world. So who knows what could be growing- trees that glow in the dark due to a luminecent compound, or crazy shit like that. Also, they'd be responsible for food in time- I mean, even if the exos can keep going, there's only so long our people inside will, so the local food sources will eventually come down to that.

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

It's good dude- quality over quantity, and your posts are filling. This RP should stay alive yet RPC- if anyone you know is interested in an RP like this, try and bring them in- I do want to recruit, but am a bit pre-occupied at the moment.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

Great to see the pickup- anyone willing for an OOC, or we still want more? Also, feel free to play two characters- I might, but this isn't 100 percent compulsory.

EXO: An exo-suit/mini-mecha survival RP

The excitement is just too damn high :D I think I get the sort of approach taken, they are anthropodic in design, rather than a mech, it's just like an armored extension of the human body. A reinforcement, I guess- this is what I'll go with for my Scout character I reckon. It is a different shade to the one posted earlier, but I think it's more badass. I would agree that keeping it a little leaned back, as what was seen in the concepts is a good idea- after all, in survival, you'd think that the most practical design would prevail, and they all seem to share commonly the image of being things that would be left after a shuttle crashed on a planet, as the only protectors of anyone lucky enough to be inside. Plus since I assume there isn't any combat immediately, charting the new world they land on, as well as defending what little they have left, is going to play a big role.

http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120314172431/redfaction/images/4/49/Rf-exoskeleton.jpg

Going to be a good RP, I feel. The atmosphere of this planet I assume would be breathable, based on your suggestion of it being Earth-like. So no need for O2 and the terrain looking like the surface of Mars, or anything.

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

(Done).

Imran looked over at Dom, as he peered at the crates being unloaded.
"You never disappoint, Don. There's not enough time to set up the killhouse. I have a feeling you're more than comfortable with getting involved in some combat- so just make sure that it's all good for a situation that is a little beyond those means. The reason you're here is because we have pressing matters to get to, and we're a man down- a Heavy in particular, and they come in very short supply these days. Any that we don't have, some tyrannical dictator has already collected as his prize beefcake. Anyway, the thing is, we have some work to do. Some small scale work against Artemis in Santiago, Chile, nothing too significant for us. I'll brief you properly in about four hours or so- get your self accustomed, all your shit setup. We will need you for the foreseeable future, so settle into your new home. And before you ask about money, my word is better than any financier's. I'll leave it at that" Imran said, in a half commanding, half casual voice, as he looked at the crates being taken inside, to where he'd be placed, as he began walking, towards the concrete structure, with the other three.
"Right. Since I gave Svetlana and the new two the chance to become licked up on some combat, I need to get a little logistical support. Antoine, I need you with me- I need to you with me to explain the insertion on our next operation, in Santiago. Howard, help Dom out if he needs anything- otherwise, you two should prep up for urban work. I'll fill you in once we're moving closer- but it might get a little noisy." He said, as he headed in towards the base, aware that it was a lead they had to follow, a loose end relating to what had happened in the Amazon that needed fixing.

(I can RP Antoine here Big, or you can- your call here).

They took the lift down, Imran and Antoine headed to the other Briefing Room, where Imran quickly brought up the interactive map.
"Over here. Look at this." He said, as he flickered over the image, using his two hands to quickly bring it about downwards onto Santiago itself, located within a small suburb of the area. He changed the magnification, as he quickly picked up a small compound.
"This is Mulhacen Heights, one of the highest points atop top the hills that within Santiago, Chile. This, in particular, is what we've identified as the staging point for the raid on the Amazon Facility- a scrapyard located towards the outskirts of the suburb, a pretty abandoned one. Now in particular, this satellite feed, our own mind, has this." He added, zooming closer. It was black pair of blots, but to any skilled operator, especially Imran, you could tell what it was.
"Those mechanized suits. It confirms it. And we want to find whatever intelligence we can. So hence, we're going to conduct a simple operation. It is urban, so it is rather hard to deploy effectively, without getting found out. That said, we will need to make some noise." He added, as he swiped the camera around, bringing up a set of markers.
"We have one of our moles on the ground, scouting it out. It's as busy as it was yesterday. Hiding in fucking plain sight. Jesus. Well, none the less, that is a problem, so dealing with it a little loudly might have to be the case. We'll use an armored truck to reach the entrance, with myself and Domineco within. You'll run inside, find any intelligence before they burn it within the suspected command post- with that fancy new Optical Camouflage of yours making you invisible to all but thermal sensors, and obviously, strong light. Howard stays as our getaway driver. It isn't the best of circumstances, and I understand he is a sniper after all. But the area is right on a peak, and sniping positions aren't likely- he'll need to make sure he can keep our outer position secured, so decking him out in either a little more kevlar, or giving him a little more defensive Anti-Personnel equipment might come into hand. Or both- we need to protect the area around our truck, and unless you think he can keep up with you, he'll have to keep back." Imran said, looking over, as he quickly looked over to Antoine.
"Nothing too big, as I said. Just a simple clear and find intel. If we do encounter anything big however, you know what to do. Domineco has a M242, and that will go through most shades of shit. But probably not any Trophy Systems, so be around if things go to hell. And if you feel like it, commandeer one. Just give us the heads up when and if you find it." He added, as he looked over, a smirk on his face.
"Though I know your approach too well, so I don't expect it. Rest up, go tell the others- I'll brief them properly when our C17 is ready. We'll be there by the evening, to go wreck those bastards." Imran added, disengaging the map, as he looked to her, waiting to see if she had anything to quickly ask.

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"If you think that works, go for it." She said, looking over, as she took the rest of her gear, aware that they'd be going. Heading outside, her balaclava up and the only exposed part of her body being her beautiful face, she led the way to the C130, as they we going to head out. She took the rest of her kit, as she led the way to the lift, narrowly avoiding the other team, as they went up. The C130 had been refueled and checked over fast, because by the time that Svetlana, Spectre and Iceman were up, they were getting in the back, and getting ready to go. It was around mid-day, and whilst it had been so far a little bit hectic, Svetlana knew getting into an operational mood would be needed. Sitting down, she put her legs up onto another seat, leaning back as she fell asleep, aware that if Spectre or Iceman decided to come within a meter, her senses would have her up. And anyway, she just knew that they'd succumb to sleep too- it was a long way to go, and two scheduled stops on the way would mean that they'd be up and down in the skies.

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Several Hours Later
2200 Hours
Somewhere off the coast of Mumbai, India

The C130 held pattern over the sea, as Svetlana checked the Zodiac's ropes, before she looked to Spectre, in his suit. She cocked the OTS-14, chambering a round, as she put her NVGs down, the rear door opening.
"In you get, Spectre- on the engine! Iceman, you're flying to the Airport- get a taxi, or whatever you can in transport to the sniping position. Stay incognito, and do not raise any profile to yourself- you're simply carrying a case and you look like some foreigner- this city never sleeps, remember." She said, aware that Mumbai was a key cosmopolitan area, and still remained clustered with slums, new buildings and various other areas- though it was crammed and a clusterfuck, even despite that. Slums like Dharavi still made getting across the city hard, but to where Spectre and Svetlana were going, they were headed right for the docks, by which the building was located.

Clambering in, as Spectre got himself settled down, Svetlana sitting in the front, She held onto a handle, as she then reached over, pulling a cable, as she then looked to Iceman.
"Good luck!" She yelled as suddenly, a parachute burst behind the boat, and it was thrown into the air, the cable releasing as the boat was thrown backwards, straight into the Indian Ocean. The rear door of the C130 shut, as Svetlana detached the parachute as soon as they hit the water, with a sudden and hard thud. Her weight was significant, in the front of the boat- even with the engine on, they didn't take a high angle of approach, several hundred kilos of Russian Amazon leaning on the rubber.
Nicely done. That way." She said, checking her NVGs, as she put them down, alongside her balaclava, her beautiful face obscured from view as the stealth mode of the two kicked in. The port could be seen in the distance, sticking out on the Mumbai peninsula, as they had to get close, before then moving up onto land. Hopefully, Iceman would have the crash mat set up in the right place- or Svetlana was going to have to find a way down that didn't involve becoming flatter than a pancake.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

Also, while I didn't mention this in James's CS- he is an avid listener to Classic Rock. So expect perhaps Led Zeppelin playing in the back of the LAV.