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Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

She smirked, turning to him, as she then walked off, still completely naked. She found two large crates, quickly opening them both up, and dragged out a huge rubber material of sorts, as she then slunk it on through a gap. This was meant to be compaible with her suit even when fully inflated- and it meant that indeed, it got a huge volume. She'd been working on this for a while, and gotten it to be almost a shape of her, or at least...well, be adapted. She could still let rip and direct it correctly, with a methanol bottle embedded in the "feet" of the suit, while a pair of straps held her in. But for this circumstance, it had big booty. For balancing her weight...and well, distinguishing apart. She was semi-inside of it, able to control the direction of the "feet" and the "arms", as it was based almost off an anthromorphic design, minus the head. She was immersed, and could still kick out her arms and legs if needed. Taking the open valve on the rear, she backed up into the large helium tanks, weighted down with a significant volume of lead. It began inflating. She didn't want to become too large, she'd just float off into the distance. No, she just needed about a quarter. And the volume would be there. It began filling quickly, the hissing noise extremely loud but bringing her to bear. She cut the valve off by walking forwards, her hops light, as she smirked, looking at Victor.
"Well....you think that was all? This will be lighter, but no less overwhelming." She said evilly, making a large but controlled leap, aware that it wasn't enough to get airborne or miss him, or catch any wind, or trip. She widened the legs and practically landed between him, the material rubbing, as she knew what next.

She let the "legs" of the suit collapse, as she leaned back, rear first into Victor's face. She let it right down between, the crack of her "rear" on the suit even simulated to hers. She knew a time like this would come, and besides, it was perhaps just a feminine touch.
"It's a lot, isn't it...now, let's see how you like this." She said, as she then let one last one go. It was long, it went on for almost 30 seconds, vibrating the reinforced inflated rubber, modified to actually withstand non-point blank bullets. She groaned, letting it all go, as she exhaled, stopping. She kept on him for at least five minutes, aware he would have hard breathing, but he wouldn't be suffocating.

Natalie then eased off, standing in front after those precious minutes of the suit heating up rapidly from her rear and the baking sun, the matt stealthed-out black rubber picking up the last sun fast.
"That...is what I have." She said, smiling, as she then stood tall in front of him, aware she stood taller than him for once, thinking to herself.
"You want to try this? Or...well, you want to ride? I have some netting on the back of this, you can see what it's like to ride your fiancee, hehe." She said, aware that there was another one that she had brought for Victor, something she had asked the technicians to make. This was meant to be a cargo lifting system initially, to ferry equipment for Russian Black Ops operators very far behind enemy lines, just a simple balloon that couldn't be detected by radar, could be directionally sent via the propellers, and frankly, would get the cargo to a location without noise, or any significant sighting- it was intentionally half the size to carry essentially a whole operating kit. This was scaled up, to take a human operator, and in particular, Natalie's weight. She'd got one quietly done for Victor, just a bog standard one, if he wanted a crack at this. And right now, this all went through her head as a backstory, as she knew that this was setting his pools of adrenaline off. Moving off, she headed back to the tanks, in a particular leap that almost covered 20m, before she hit the sand, aware she didn't have it fully inflated. Now that would lift her whole suit, and completely naked like now, it would whisk her upwards so fast she'd never be able to tell. Taking on another quarter, she looked over, smirking, as she started the propellers, the very small motors spinning up on the endings of the "legs" and "arms", and one just above her rear. It was positioned well- her blast would be amplified, as such, and altitude or movement was significant.
"Hmmm....I'm feeling a bit light, if you know what I mean." She said, giggling a little, in a softer way than the hard Russian would normally.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Holy Thread Revival Batman!

But that is nice, we understand what you're under at the moment. I think this RP can carry on atm with the three of us going somewhat.

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

(RPC, don't God-Mod too heavily- I apologise for when I do it, just be careful- I don't want to throw Svetlana into that position. I have worked around bits of it, but as you can see, I do want to work things differently. Spectre can do as he pleases however :D )

Svetlana sat heavily in the front, as Spectre took the boat in, as they surged towards the coast. She checked the Groza once more, as they headed to the dock,s Spectre aiming for a shadowy part of the dockland. Throwing a grappling hook, Svetlana ordered to stop the boat, as she clambered upwards, keeping the boat stationary, as she checked her NVGs.
"Careful now. You stay safe." She said, as he moved quick, herself headed in his direction, towards the skyscraper. They were out of the docks quickly, sticking to the shadows, as Svetlana moved towards the building.
"Okay, Iceman, activate the EMP." He said, as she checked the rifle, aware that at midnight in a place, she had to move quick and stay in the dark, to avoid any detection. The groundfloor went dark, as Spectre was out of sight, as Iceman mentioned, as she went through the gate, the silent CS5 Iceman had making a mess of the targets. She moved exactly where he told her to, aware that while she had a good stealth, you don't hide 7"5 of Russian female easily. The front guards were gone, the two security guards dead and hidden, at their posts.

She threw herself over a crate, through an open window, falling straight onto a man inside the lobby, who was looking at a light. She practically came down rear first onto the man, as his muffled screams weren't coming out as easily.
"Fuck me..." She said, taking her Spetsnaz Machete and ramming it into his temple, as she then backed off, moving off the man as she moved through the darkness of the lobby, the power still out. She bounded into the lifts, as the power came back on, Svetlana cursing. Punching the hatch above, her fist connected well, as she then clambered up, out and over the cover. Grabbing a hold of the cable, she sighed, as she knew what was next. Thirty stories of pulling herself up. This was what she worked out for. Every pull was agonizing, by the time she was at the 25th storey, but this was needed. The lifts were still dead, thankfully- Svetlana didn't want to get hit, not by something like that at least.
"Iceman, have the crash mat set up, I'm nearly in position. Spectre, you better find what you are looking for, or else we'll have to deal with quite a lot of Indians that won't like me, or Imran for that matter." She said bitterly, clambering upwards, just pissed off he had run off.

Pulling herself up one last time, she exhaled, as she then took out her Machete, and rammed it into the door with one hand, the Groza in the other, She levered the door, hanging onto the lift cable with her legs, in a particular jamming fashion. One of the guards screamed, as she opened up through the crack, the man coming down as she widened it with the blade of the Machete, taking out another with her Groza, seated tightly in one hand, doing the work. This was an assault rifle, to most. To her 7"5, muscled arm, it was a PDW. The stock was the only reason it had any substantial bearing. She threw herself through the crack, rolling as she moved through, the windows of the skyscraper exposed but good if Iceman wanted to shoot.
"Spectre, two minutes! I have our exfil point secured, I'll clean up the adjacent rooms!" She yelled over the comms, moving full burst, as she slid behind cover of a sofa, this being some sort of conference room of sorts. A bar was in the next one. The fuck was this place, she thought to herself, as she moved from cover, to up onto the table, almost running on it as she took out three contacts at the room, taking a round to her kevlar vest. It didn't stop her. She slid a new magazine in, charging like a bull, as she hit cover, diving before another security detail opened up on her. A single 5.45 round to the head did the job, the man collapsing in a heartbeat, as she chuckled. Moving back to the room she had entered, she heard the elevator ping.
"Hmm...time to see what I can do." She said to herself, as she put down her Groza, stacking up at the door, aware that even if this was a SWAT team, they wouldn't stand much chance.

The elevator doors opened, and the four man security detail rushed out. She let them pass, as the last one out screamed. The punch was instantanious, and so sharp, it broke his jaw, knocking him the fuck out. One tried to turn the MP5, but she kicked him violently, then sending another aggresive counter-attack on the second-in-command's shove with his gun. She practically plucked it from his hands and shot him in the feet, then spraying the leader to pieces, smashing a few windows, as the clip dried out. She kicked the jaw man's neck, as she approached the man on the floor, scrambling for his pistol. He barely got it, and fired one round into Svetlana's chest, the kevlar taking another round, as she lept on him, like a cougar, before pulling her balaclava off. Her hair covered her from security.
"You get a special treatment. It will be long." She said, as she moved up, knocking the pistol from his hands, as she then sat her whole weight onto his neck. It snapped within a few seconds. She needed a name for this move, she thought to herself. The Russian...hmm, too indescript. Oh, The Nice Way Out? Maybe that. But either way, it took the poor bastard a little longer to die, as she was aware that the rest of this storey was going into overdrive, with this alarm going off. Smashing the window they needed, she crouched, holding her Groza up with her second to last mag, waiting on Spectre to come with what he found. And hopefully, just as planned, that crash mat would be there.

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Imran's Exoskeleton was hard to tell, it didn't seem like he wore it. Neither did it do amazing tricks, not right now at least. But what it did do, was mean that he could run as fast as he could with bare skin, while carrying enough munitions to take on most threats. An MBT LAW launcher, that could defeat most armored targets, avoiding Trophy and countermeasure systems, a Mk48, that had virtually no recoil and 200 rounds a pop, and the M32, that could turn a target to paste. And carrying that would burden a soldier down, reduce even Imran, a well built Sikh, to a slower pace. He was reactive, fast moving and most of all, the Exoskeleton gave him arm strength that could really tear apart an enemy. He wondered about a better visor system and a possible drone system to implement, but he didn't know when and how it would come about. It wasn't his issue. His UCP/blue digital camoflage sat well on him, alongside the helmet, tucked atop his crushed Turban, as he moved upstairs, up to the warehouse with the others, They were leaving very shortly.

Stepping out into the cold, he saw Antoine and Howard rush past, bringing a chuckle to Imran's face. He saw Domineco walking slowly, with a purpose, smirking as he knew what this meant, moving to the main building with a purpose. He pulled out his MP412 REX, keeping it in his right hand. He fired one shot after another at Domineco, smirking as he saw he didn't even flinch. He was firing .357 ammunition that could physically stop a bull. And it didn't do squat.
"That shit is good. You know my .357 could floor a charging horse. I don't want to question where you got it from...but I assume it has something to do with a friend of a friend being indebted to the Caporegime." Imran said, tucking a new set of rounds into the MP412, nodding.
"We leave in about twenty minutes. I don't know how you'll go for..well, business while you're in that thing, because the flight is about three hours. I hear Svetlana has a way around it, but she never tells." He said, chuckling, Imran shaking his head. There had to be a way, but it never logically added up. Domineco may not have been as tall as the resident Russian heavy, but he was significant in size none the less, and his suit looked just as bullet-resistant.
"Things haven't changed much. Japanese girl shipped out recently, we have a new pair, out in Mumbai. They're getting their feet wet with Svetlana. I mean, so long as there's no blowback, which I'm sure Svetlana always makes sure there isn't, then I am fine. That Iceman kid, he won't last long however. I like his potential, but something feels off. He hasn't got that spark that Spectre has. Perhaps the latter outshines the former. But I always expect standards to be met. You know Domineco, Bjorn was efficient, but sidetracked. Now you, you know how to get things done. And even if I don't agree with what it is you do...I very much agree that you are effective at that." He said, aware that at any moment, if Domineco wanted, he could snap him in two, even in this thing. There'd be resistnace, but Dom wasn't weak. The lift stopped, as they were on the residential level, with their rooms.
"I never introduced you to your place. Kept it fairly the same, you can furnish it a bit better. You should be able to fit through the door just in the suit, just check things over man." Imran said, as they stepped off the industrial lift, the weight easing as Dom's weight went.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

I am- though it seems like it's just us three at the moment. Damn, ah well. I'll post up soon, to keep contingency- we need to recruit.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

IC's up! Not my standard length of IC post, but it's a start!

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

"The Hot Hell"
April 2nd, 2011
H-Hour- Minus Sixteen

The noise of helicopters above was crystal clear, revibrating across the rugged terrain as the Chinooks passed into the distance, from the view out the side of the UH-1Y Venomd. Within that helicopter, was a certain team aboard. This was Charlie Squad, of 1st Platoon, 3rd Battalion Canadian Regiment. But a set of Americans joined their ranks, from the US Marines. And made things a little different in this situation. More than just a little, they had slightly different weeapons, nationalities and camoflage. But most crucially of all...well, they were different in ways that everyone already could simply guess. Staff Sergeant James "Chaplain" Bishop looked out the helicopter, sitting at the right of the chopper, looking out into the abyss that lay below out of the helicopter. Redeployment, back to the front. Back to Camp Spear. And he had a new team. Introductions had been made, but they were still gelling together, on this flight to the encampment.
"We're approximately ten minutes out from Camp Spear, we're to be well recieved I hear." The pilot added, as James adjusted his sunglasses, checking his headset.
"Understood. Welcome to the Hot Hell, ladies and gentlemen. Out there, are enough dirty bastards wanting to get their hands on us. If you've never been, Afghanistan is just about best now. First poppy harvest of the year, so expect every farmer that has half a braincell to be given an AK by the Taliban and told to shoot on sight at ISAF personnel." He said, sweeping his hand out of the side of the helicopter, adjusting his helmet and his chest rig, looking over to his left, inside the helicopter. The team. The designated marksman of Charlie, as well as his 2IC, was Corporal Pelletier, with Petty Officer Duke, as along with Corporal Westfield and Private Jennison. They all had a wide spectrum of combat under their belt, James included. They'd seen enough war between them somewhat, and Charlie knew that they'd be sent right into the fray.
"Looks like it's going to be just us on this deployment. Might end up getting a ride with one of the LAV crews, you never know." James added, looking to the rest, the team well balanced and forged, ready to take whatever shit was coming at them. In his head, Pink Floyd came on, as he looked across the expanse through his Oakleys, aware that this tour would have a bit of action, but perhaps not too much- so that at least the men he came with would come home.

James had his C8 by his side, pointing downwards to the floor of the helicopter. His assault pack sat on his lap, with his helmet and various other equipment just on him. They'd left Kandahar Airport roughly an hour ago, and were sweeping across the Afghan countryside, quickly. They'd been previously in some light work with a Provisional Reconstruction team, for almost a week. So it was safe to say, that James was still learning the team's niches, and inversely so.

(Short post, to establish the scene and so on. Things will get more developed.)

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Natalie looked to him, underwater, as she spoke in the radio.
"Now." She said simply, a no bullshit speech, as she came by him, as he raised it up. After he fired, she grabbed the rope hard with her gloved hands, pulling hard as she knew it wouldn't be something to let go of. She had a lot of weight just on her arms, and eventually, her knees, as she jerked upwards, the pilot a little estranged by the extra weight of his controls. The explosion threw him off, as he pulled back, out of the hangar, as Natalie quietly smirked. Her knees pulled up, being herself unable to look down due to the neckbrace of the suit- the dive knife in her right hand, only barely sticking out. She could only guess Victor was hanging onto the rope, as she gave a thumbs up, the pilot backing the AH6 out of the bay, as she then pushed up, onto the skid.

Quickly grabbing a hold on the skid louder than expected, the Co-Pilot turned his head and yelled. Natalie knew this was the moment, shit had hit the fan. He was pulling out a .357 Magnum from his buckle, and fired straight at her. Natalie was lucky enough to have her arm up, covering her exposed face, as he fired three rounds, the pilot pulling hard into a manuever, as she yelled, hanging onto the skid, and only just. The rounds hit her right arm, almost throwing her off the skid, but she held on, her knife still holding in her right hand. The man was shocked, as the Amazon suddenly thrust herself forwards with a massive strength onto the skid, and stopped him from firing an accurate fourth shot, which landed right in her suit's chest, but didn't penetrate. It kicked, but it wasn't enough. She rammed the knife past any of his flailing defense, the pilot swearing as she then pulled the man out.
"Bet you've never seen this before, gringo!" She yelled over the noise, as she dived forwards, aware he was still in control. The knife found a grizzly place in the man's neck, as she then budged him over, grabbing control out of the front dive and barely swooping over the ocean, just keeping throttle and the joystick vaguely. She occupied the middle of the front seats, her one boot covering the whole control mechanism for the rudder.
"Haha! We just fucking jacked a helicopter! Victor, hang onto the side of the cockpit and stand on the skid, don't stand up too tall or else you'll be carbonara over the window- skids- we'll fly this to where I planned on...well, something a little more relaxing. The company will love this helicopter, it's an extra asset after all." She said, as she kept her rudimentary control up, still breathing hard through her rebreather. She let loose an agonizing fart that didn't light up, the noise excruciating as she knew what was coming.
"Hmm...that was the tip of the iceberg. Best tell Command we're done." She added, as she put the knife away, clambering some altitude as she changed her course, then putting her rebreather tube down.
"This is Black Eagle, recieve?"
"We receive you. We just pinged up an AH-6 infiling and exfiling from the hangar bay, your radio silence..." The man at the PMC said, their general voice of command.
"It's our helicopter now. Send our friendly bird with our...recreational supplies to the GPS co-ordinate said.

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Several Hours Later
Somewhere in the Carribean Sea

The small desert island was but a spit of sand in the middle of the Carribean Sea, north of Honduras, in a region filled with coral and various other pleasant scenes. The AH-6 sat parked close to a palm tree, and the only vegetation on the island, Natalie was completely naked, as the sun began to set, the storm cleared as the sunset could be seen in full view, on the horizon. They were well off the coast now, in the tropical seas. Natalie sat up, as she looked to Victor, looking back to the crates. Two very large crates, filled with two helium suits and the needed helium, were inside, for a little fun before the sun completely went down. But most of all, right by her side, was a few bottles of Vodka. It did take a lot to get Natalie even vaguely drunk. Because what it did before, was it did things to her inside. And she had to explain it now, breaking the silence. It was best to explain to him why she was like this, before he saw the true power of what it could be. They'd have some fun alright.
"You know, Victor, you want to know why my butt is so....powerful? I mean, surely you do. Any other man that knows this secret is now dead, but I think you'll be the best one to hear it and live." She added, sitting up, her topless nature a little overpowering, as she sat over him.
"When I was 15, my father took me to this laboratory. They recognized the potential in me, and my father had some old friends from the KGB, before it all fell apart. They had a serum, it was something they played around with. Me and six other girls received it, they were hookers, homeless. Five of the seven died. But with me? It did things to my intestines, it now creates an extremely potent Methane and Ethane gas, and when it builds up after something high in Ethanol content....well, I have the ability to do this." Natalie said, as she sat forwards, then blasting hard, as her fart erupted into a blue hot flame, as she tensed, before smirking.
"Now, when I realized I could suddenly do it so violently, I then tweaked a few things. Add the right compositon of alcohol to just normal diets, and you get something killer. Vodka, Absynthe, Spyritus. It all works because it's almost pure ethanol in a very slightly watered down composition, without me drinking ethanol itself. Suddenly, with the right pressure, I could ignite it, if I hold in a particular way, and bang...my rear end makes a flame like a gas rig. And that is something that I know nobody else could do.The other one that lived probably blew herself up. She went on a bender, and I didn't see her again. I survived it because my father understood that I was strong enough. I was 6"7 when I received it. I could lift him at this age. And he is a strongman, Victor. Not like you, but he could just about tip a car onto it's side in a given scenario. Their weak bodies couldn't take it. Mine, now that tailored it into a poison that is a weapon." She said, smirking, as she dropped her panties, turning around, revealing her large behind.
"I gave you a taster, of what it was like within a few inches. Perhaps you could say what's coming is a sequel." Natalie said, an evil shit eating grin on her face, as she knew he'd enjoy it as much as she would. Coming down, she came closer, and closer, as she let Victor have one more chance to take it in.
"I'd like to hear the sound of one hand clapping in appreciation, Victor." She said cheekily, aware that there was only one response to that which Victor could make, as her cheeks hung right before him. She then came down, both hands on her rear as she then almost completely enveloped his head between her perfect rear's crack, widening her legs as she practically sat on him. Her stomach rumbled.
"I'll try not to ignite anything...but it's going to be hot!" She screamed, as suddenly, it happened. Victor was going to be almost passing out, as she then realized the ferocity of her stomach.
"Oh God, that's too much! Deep breath, Victor!" She yelled, as her rear gave in, and she let rip, her fart going on for at least twenty seconds, the noise of a jet plane almost as her rear vibrated, the odorless yet furnace hot heat within centimeters of her lover's face. She exhaled hard, as she then felt another surge.
"Here goes another!" She yelled, as suddenly, it continued again, this time a light stream turning deeper and deeper, sounding like an earthquake was going on, physically shaking the area almost as she knew this couldn't be good for him, but it was going to be a sensory overload of every kind. Many men would die happy like this. And Natalie knew she'd come damn close to killing him, but he'd live. Through CPR, jumping on his chest till his gargantuan heart pumped blood around his body, or if he just passed out a little, or even if he just looked at her with the same shit eating grin he would have at the end of such a thing, Natalie knew this was a good one. The roar stopped after twenty seconds, as she budged forwards, past his neck and onto his chest, as she looked over at him, her head swiveled around at an angle before it would begin to hurt. Her rear, no matter how you interpreted it, even for her size, was immense. It was overwhelming. As if the sheer sight would give men heart attacks of joy, putting her cheeks right between Victor's head would have been like...well, Natalie would never know.
"Hmm....I feel we need to scale up. You enjoyed that. But if you think this isn't big enough, I have an alternative that will blow your mind." She added, looking over, cackling almost like an evil genius would, as she stood, aware he was somewhat conscious to know what she said.

Devil's Brigade (Modern Military RP)

IC up tomorrow, I hope- I'll arrange it so all the structures work. Everyone still in?

EXO: Extraterrestrial eXploration Operatives

Disregard

EXO: Extraterrestrial eXploration Operatives

Neat. Any chance of an IC soon? I really want to get the teeth and bones into this RP, and see how they will interact, if you know what I mean.