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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!
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Neat- good to see.
Edited the CS slightly, in the look/feel of the Wilk.
Good, it is good. I'm amazed at this RP flying like it is.
Natalie smiled, as she rose, looking to Victor, as he floated upside down. She boosted toward him, guiding herself correctly. plonking into him, as she reached out and kissed him on the lips.
"Controls are on your right hand, that analog stick you will eventually figure out. You're a piece of cloth on the breeze...and yet at the same time, move your arms and legs inside. You are a Goliath....and you wonder why I opted for this." She said, staying close, as they slowly floated, Natalie easing back as she let loose, thundering upwards, as she cackled, the blue hot gas flame rising her up, as she floated over the sunset water, her lover and her in the air like leaves on the wind, as it blew on her naked skin, just reminding her life could be no better. Natalie hung like a specter above the water, just occupying the air like it was something she controlled, the two enormous masses surrounding the two giants holding them aloft. She was engaged to a 7"11 sized Mohican who was the World's Strongest Man, who also happened to be a mercenary that could kill like no other human being he had met. They were both rich, they both had stable jobs, they had good holiday, but most of all, they had fun equipment. And it was that which reminded her that they were Athena and Ares, like a Godess and God looking over all creation and protecting it. She herself was beautiful, and could test her strength against Victor's, and in this perfect moment, everything felt right. Like she was invincible. She eased back, and let one more go, the thunder roaring as she groaned. It was strong, too strong against the only partly inflated helium suit.
And this was the moment the butt of Natalie's matt black helium suit got a hole blasted open the size of a golf ball, the small tear becoming a blasted hole.
Meanwhile...
0700 Hours
Somewhere in Northern Iran
Things had been busy for Markus and his partner, Eric. They'd been redeployed rapidly, in the wake of the company's biggest earners taking a holiday. At least they earned while they recouperated, and it made the company more cash, more cash to reinvest. And themselves. The Demi-Juggernaut suit was a cut-piece armor, a lighter but less armored version of what the current combat testing of the suits were seeing, yet did the job. It gave a mobility, a movement that perhaps they didn't, suiting a SF operator better. And Markus found it to fit well. An FN F2000 sat in his hands, with a Aimpoint CompM4 optic and a silencer attached, with a EGLM module fitted on the weapon. An AT4 sat on his back, whilst his Glock 17 sat in a holster on his hip. A carbon-plated KM2000 Combat Knife, used by the Bundshwehr sat in a mount on his hip, a beautifully crafted piece of German engineering from point to blade. He wore a AOR2 camoflage, a green digital on his armor, with his boots to his reinforced ballistic mask being a signifying that he was fully equiped with the Demi Juggernaut suit like this. Being not too bulky, but not as armored compared to a regular Juggernaut's kit. The German patch sat on his shoulder, as did the weapon of choice for today, against his shoulder.
It was a cloudy morning, and they'd been smuggled over the Azerbaijani/Iranian border to get to work on a follow up contract. There was a Russian arms dealer, that allegedly had links to a fixer named Konstantin. He'd heard enough stories about the man- and that this was one of many loose ends. His Arms Dealer friend above was gone, the Russian Dealer arrested by the Spetsnaz GRU. Arrested, not taken down. He was a goner, most inteligence sources guessed. Now it was a collection of loose ends, following Wakhan. The intel had been good, but one or two people hadn't caught the memo. There was a data drive that the CIA among other intelligence agencies wanted, and the global unity was waning on dealing with this problem. The Russians were agitated, the Chinese too against the overall inefficiency of it all. This could fix a few of those problems.
Moving through the pine forest, they moved with a subtlety and neat movement towards the mansion. It seemed fairly nice- a coastal construction right on the Caspian Sea, at the base of a cliff- with the pine forest ending and a small decline, a sandy dirt embankment of about 10 feet that led to one of the fence's outer perimeters started.
"Security is around 30 men strong. That is a lot, but expect them to be well armed. AK-12s, maybe even Western weapons. HVT is expendable, remember that- we want a data drive, and to back it up via the online network. After that, we get away from here, as quick as possible." Markus said in his strong Bavarian accent, his visor up, as he moved to a tree, before a significant dip, their position at the edge of the pines overlooking the mansion as good a view as any. The Caspian Sea simmered beautifully, sun reflecting in the distance. from this position a nice sight. But not their priority.
"Fence isn't electrified, I think." He said, chuckling, as he looked over, a look between the two just shared in a particular way.
"Then...well, we'll try and breach the side entrance, kill anyone inside, get to work with the data and poof! We're gone, ja?" Markus said, cocking the F2000, as he readied himself, looking over the rest of the building he could just make out. They had a good opportunity here, on this cloudy morning in Iran. And this time, he took the iniative, running forwards and sliding down the sandy embankment, down to the base of the gate where he already had began setting down the acid spray, to cut the fence's links and get inside, to go do what they had to. The security detail wasn't outside, perhaps mainly at the back. So they had a good chance. This guy's modernist villa was beautiful, but it wasn't going to remain bullet free forever. So long as they took their time, Markus knew there was a good payday, and they'd cap one more affilate motherfucker.
"Controls are on your right hand, that analog stick you will eventually figure out. You're a piece of cloth on the breeze...and yet at the same time, move your arms and legs inside. You are a Goliath....and you wonder why I opted for this." She said, staying close, as they slowly floated, Natalie easing back as she let loose, thundering upwards, as she cackled, the blue hot gas flame rising her up, as she floated over the sunset water, her lover and her in the air like leaves on the wind, as it blew on her naked skin, just reminding her life could be no better. Natalie hung like a specter above the water, just occupying the air like it was something she controlled, the two enormous masses surrounding the two giants holding them aloft. She was engaged to a 7"11 sized Mohican who was the World's Strongest Man, who also happened to be a mercenary that could kill like no other human being he had met. They were both rich, they both had stable jobs, they had good holiday, but most of all, they had fun equipment. And it was that which reminded her that they were Athena and Ares, like a Godess and God looking over all creation and protecting it. She herself was beautiful, and could test her strength against Victor's, and in this perfect moment, everything felt right. Like she was invincible. She eased back, and let one more go, the thunder roaring as she groaned. It was strong, too strong against the only partly inflated helium suit.
And this was the moment the butt of Natalie's matt black helium suit got a hole blasted open the size of a golf ball, the small tear becoming a blasted hole.
Meanwhile...
0700 Hours
Somewhere in Northern Iran
Things had been busy for Markus and his partner, Eric. They'd been redeployed rapidly, in the wake of the company's biggest earners taking a holiday. At least they earned while they recouperated, and it made the company more cash, more cash to reinvest. And themselves. The Demi-Juggernaut suit was a cut-piece armor, a lighter but less armored version of what the current combat testing of the suits were seeing, yet did the job. It gave a mobility, a movement that perhaps they didn't, suiting a SF operator better. And Markus found it to fit well. An FN F2000 sat in his hands, with a Aimpoint CompM4 optic and a silencer attached, with a EGLM module fitted on the weapon. An AT4 sat on his back, whilst his Glock 17 sat in a holster on his hip. A carbon-plated KM2000 Combat Knife, used by the Bundshwehr sat in a mount on his hip, a beautifully crafted piece of German engineering from point to blade. He wore a AOR2 camoflage, a green digital on his armor, with his boots to his reinforced ballistic mask being a signifying that he was fully equiped with the Demi Juggernaut suit like this. Being not too bulky, but not as armored compared to a regular Juggernaut's kit. The German patch sat on his shoulder, as did the weapon of choice for today, against his shoulder.
It was a cloudy morning, and they'd been smuggled over the Azerbaijani/Iranian border to get to work on a follow up contract. There was a Russian arms dealer, that allegedly had links to a fixer named Konstantin. He'd heard enough stories about the man- and that this was one of many loose ends. His Arms Dealer friend above was gone, the Russian Dealer arrested by the Spetsnaz GRU. Arrested, not taken down. He was a goner, most inteligence sources guessed. Now it was a collection of loose ends, following Wakhan. The intel had been good, but one or two people hadn't caught the memo. There was a data drive that the CIA among other intelligence agencies wanted, and the global unity was waning on dealing with this problem. The Russians were agitated, the Chinese too against the overall inefficiency of it all. This could fix a few of those problems.
Moving through the pine forest, they moved with a subtlety and neat movement towards the mansion. It seemed fairly nice- a coastal construction right on the Caspian Sea, at the base of a cliff- with the pine forest ending and a small decline, a sandy dirt embankment of about 10 feet that led to one of the fence's outer perimeters started.
"Security is around 30 men strong. That is a lot, but expect them to be well armed. AK-12s, maybe even Western weapons. HVT is expendable, remember that- we want a data drive, and to back it up via the online network. After that, we get away from here, as quick as possible." Markus said in his strong Bavarian accent, his visor up, as he moved to a tree, before a significant dip, their position at the edge of the pines overlooking the mansion as good a view as any. The Caspian Sea simmered beautifully, sun reflecting in the distance. from this position a nice sight. But not their priority.
"Fence isn't electrified, I think." He said, chuckling, as he looked over, a look between the two just shared in a particular way.
"Then...well, we'll try and breach the side entrance, kill anyone inside, get to work with the data and poof! We're gone, ja?" Markus said, cocking the F2000, as he readied himself, looking over the rest of the building he could just make out. They had a good opportunity here, on this cloudy morning in Iran. And this time, he took the iniative, running forwards and sliding down the sandy embankment, down to the base of the gate where he already had began setting down the acid spray, to cut the fence's links and get inside, to go do what they had to. The security detail wasn't outside, perhaps mainly at the back. So they had a good chance. This guy's modernist villa was beautiful, but it wasn't going to remain bullet free forever. So long as they took their time, Markus knew there was a good payday, and they'd cap one more affilate motherfucker.
I just edited...ahhhh....well, I dunno.
EDIT: No clash. We are saved.
EDIT: No clash. We are saved.
I may need to seriously edit my post- which should be ready in about thirty mins if I think I need to do what I need to do. Sorry if it means re-reading quite a lot of it- other recon people, the Poles are coming!
I did a weird thing in mine. I actually started with Jan and the 1st Squad looking over the anarchy of Lublin, then throwing back to how it all kinda came to that. Also, Hover Quads. I thought Hoverbikes were overdone, so essentially, it's more quadbike like (four smaller thrusters) just because.
Jan looked over, the radio cackling, as suddenly, a new transmission beckoned. It was Irish, deep Irish. He chuckled, looking to the rest, adjusting the resonance.
"This is WO Adamowicz from 1st Squad, Blyskawica Reconnaissance Company, speaking to all Aegis reconnaissance elements that are touching down. The Polish forces in Lublin do not exist any more- we've lost the town. The Strzelcy Podhalancy lost the line in the South East, the reservists got cut up within the town but managed to safely evac and remaining civilians. We are at a safe location to the North-West of the town, at a reconnaissance point marked Zulu Bravo. If you have a HUD system, I've pinged it to your secure frequency, you should see it. IFF tone will ping back with six times Wilk 1A2s." He said simply standing, his visor zooming in as he made out a figure through the focus that he got in one the eyes- this visor being an advanced optical package that was designed to give the recon operator less holding binoculars and rather, adjusting an optical camera instead to gain a focus. Connor's thermal outline wasn't sharp, but he was keeping out of the open it seemed.
"Holy shit. Connor, I see you, you're in a bad part of town. You might have some fun out there, just stay frosty. I'd not go in any deeper into town, stick to the edges and move towards us- the ping should be fully through now on our hill. We have an OPFOR of Green Men...essentially, Spetsnaz GRU, VDV and Vympel in militia equipment here. Some militants, but they number one to every two Russian undercover soldier. We saw a limited deployment of actual fucking VDV in the town, but we believe now it was part of the shock effort, not a widespread deployment. Move quickly, my friend- I think I see another friendly." He said, looking up, the sight of the drop, and the visor picking up the friendly NATO IFF tone.
"SSgt Hausler, your drop zone's vectoring close on Connor's, on the edge of the town. We will continue to hold our location- if you need firepower, we can paint targets for orbital munitions if you're in a tight spot. We'll carry on observing- it's about a few klicks to us, but you'll make it." He added, looking to the rest of his men, and the two women that were in the team. Malinka put her visor up, sitting down, checking magazines as she looked at the fire and bloodshed in the distance. The others were keeping an eye out on the flanks of the observation post, waiting for the next set of movers to push up.
"I have family in Rzeszow." She simply said, as Jan looked over, Magda "Malinka" Malinowska, her nickname in English being "Raspberry", his 2IC just sit there in some sort of static thought. Rzeszow had been the first town captured, and felt like it was now on another planet. Some signs were pointing to it. It was captured, simply another concession. Like Lublin.
"Did they get out? I mean...they were the first hit." Jan said, looking out on the fire, keeping tabs on his radio. The reason they weren't moving themselves right now was because it would be too risky, to comprimise their observation- the two fireteams of Duda/Bogdanowicz, and Wojczechski/Majakowska were keeping tabs on the movement of armor and troops from this hill in the general area, this place being a key outpost to spy and watch from afar on the enemies- and Jan doubted that Malinka would want to risk rushing across the hedged plain. Their suits were not invisible, but they were well thermally camoflaged, and it'd take a specialized operator to pick out there was much heat at all from the uniforms and suit, though it wasn't entirely perfect. NV or visible spectrum would be the easiest way to find them, but the team was well versed in hiding, and staying in the shadows from afar for extended periods of time. So for now, they had a good position, and could hold for a while.
The silence was long, until she added something.
"No...not sure what's happened."
"Mine's in Bialystok. There are forces there too. No contact home." Jan said, exhaling, as he stood, plonking his tactical visor back down, essentially a black visor that sealed up the helmet and brought about a HUD, as well as other tools useful for a recon unit. He knew they had a long fight ahead of them, as they waited, hanging on the hill and getting stock. They were here for the long term, and no situation was worse than this. The radio buzzed.
"Adamczyk, you copy?" He heard it buzz right in his ear, and he stood, looking over, Leszek's voice in his head.
"Abandon the reconnaissance post. We've got the footage and the map overlay done, the friendly teams are working on it- and we have Aegis coming in.. Get the other friendly reconnaissance units and head towards Marker Tango on the Hover Quads. You might need to ride through fire, and from there, ditch them. There is a small unguarded command post filled with Anti-Mech launchers recently delivered by a group of VDV, mainly Green Men but we think that the CSTO are giving them a little something. We need you to eliiminate. Afterward, fall back to your reconnaissance point and go quiet. Those two individuals will bolster your team- they have some serious kit, so I would hustle." Leszek said, as Jan nodded, again, into thin air for some Godforsaken reason. To himself to confirm, perhaps.
"Understood. We'll call out when we're at Tango, I see it's a stream of sorts, AMW (Anti Mech Weapon) post is about 600m away if the GPS on this thing is still good." He simply replied, as he knew the rest knew exactly what was going on.
"Are we about to ride into that?" Malinka asked, as Jan chuckled, just somehow wanting to not let this go to head.
"I can't believe it either, but somehow..this is ridiculous enough to work." He added, as the team regrouped at the stash point, where their equipment and the Hover Quads had been located.
The noise of thrumming rushed over the hill, as the six rushed out, moving through the fields and hedgerows, trying to keep out of sight from the main routes as best as possible. They had avoided the most of the enemy vanguard- the advance had perhaps stalled, as they got into town, and searched and raided the area.
"Alec, Amy, it's Jan. We're on the move, we've got the Hover Quads going. Look for us moving. I'll send Malinka to get you Alec- Amy, you ride with me. We have new objectives on an enemy Anti-Mech emplacement, and the opportunity to find some intelligence- before the rest of your unit drops, it could give us the edge. Keep your eyes peeled." He called out, as the Hover Quad lept over a hedgerow, the thing taking air as bullets flew past, Jan diving the thing into a hedgerow's cover, before the rest of the team regrouped and continued on. 500m to the two. The Hover Quads weren't loud, but they moved with a pace that over this terrain, even a regular wheeled quadbike or motorcycle would struggle to match without being suicidal. Leaping another gate, Jan braked hard and turned, looking down at the female medic, a visor covering her face and a M27 in her hands. Malinka herself saw Alec a little further along, closer towards the town, moving with a serious pace towards an old apartment block. They'd regroup in time- Malinka just wanted to get him out of that area, and back with the others.
"Up you get- you're riding shotgun. Welcome to Polska, home of the best and the original Vodka of the world, Pierogi, cultural heritage and now, people who want to murder us." Malinka said to Alec, smirking somewhat as she checked her MSBS LMG, the weapon mounted in a cradle on the windshield, magazine inside. Jan offered a hand to Amy back at the farm, just smirking himself at Malinka's comment.
"Soon to be cleared of people who murder us. That's SSgt Magda Malinowska, or just Malinka for short. Don't mind my 2IC." He said, aware that even in this situation, he had to somewhat keep spirits going, and to these new NATO boots on the ground, Alec and Amy, who had respectively dropped out of the fucking low earth orbit with a re-entry suit and a drop pod, this was something that perhaps would lift their spirits too. They had work to do, the dawn was coming and they had the right time and place to strike enemy. While Lublin was overwhelmed, perhaps now it was time to fight. Time to get back.
"This is WO Adamowicz from 1st Squad, Blyskawica Reconnaissance Company, speaking to all Aegis reconnaissance elements that are touching down. The Polish forces in Lublin do not exist any more- we've lost the town. The Strzelcy Podhalancy lost the line in the South East, the reservists got cut up within the town but managed to safely evac and remaining civilians. We are at a safe location to the North-West of the town, at a reconnaissance point marked Zulu Bravo. If you have a HUD system, I've pinged it to your secure frequency, you should see it. IFF tone will ping back with six times Wilk 1A2s." He said simply standing, his visor zooming in as he made out a figure through the focus that he got in one the eyes- this visor being an advanced optical package that was designed to give the recon operator less holding binoculars and rather, adjusting an optical camera instead to gain a focus. Connor's thermal outline wasn't sharp, but he was keeping out of the open it seemed.
"Holy shit. Connor, I see you, you're in a bad part of town. You might have some fun out there, just stay frosty. I'd not go in any deeper into town, stick to the edges and move towards us- the ping should be fully through now on our hill. We have an OPFOR of Green Men...essentially, Spetsnaz GRU, VDV and Vympel in militia equipment here. Some militants, but they number one to every two Russian undercover soldier. We saw a limited deployment of actual fucking VDV in the town, but we believe now it was part of the shock effort, not a widespread deployment. Move quickly, my friend- I think I see another friendly." He said, looking up, the sight of the drop, and the visor picking up the friendly NATO IFF tone.
"SSgt Hausler, your drop zone's vectoring close on Connor's, on the edge of the town. We will continue to hold our location- if you need firepower, we can paint targets for orbital munitions if you're in a tight spot. We'll carry on observing- it's about a few klicks to us, but you'll make it." He added, looking to the rest of his men, and the two women that were in the team. Malinka put her visor up, sitting down, checking magazines as she looked at the fire and bloodshed in the distance. The others were keeping an eye out on the flanks of the observation post, waiting for the next set of movers to push up.
"I have family in Rzeszow." She simply said, as Jan looked over, Magda "Malinka" Malinowska, her nickname in English being "Raspberry", his 2IC just sit there in some sort of static thought. Rzeszow had been the first town captured, and felt like it was now on another planet. Some signs were pointing to it. It was captured, simply another concession. Like Lublin.
"Did they get out? I mean...they were the first hit." Jan said, looking out on the fire, keeping tabs on his radio. The reason they weren't moving themselves right now was because it would be too risky, to comprimise their observation- the two fireteams of Duda/Bogdanowicz, and Wojczechski/Majakowska were keeping tabs on the movement of armor and troops from this hill in the general area, this place being a key outpost to spy and watch from afar on the enemies- and Jan doubted that Malinka would want to risk rushing across the hedged plain. Their suits were not invisible, but they were well thermally camoflaged, and it'd take a specialized operator to pick out there was much heat at all from the uniforms and suit, though it wasn't entirely perfect. NV or visible spectrum would be the easiest way to find them, but the team was well versed in hiding, and staying in the shadows from afar for extended periods of time. So for now, they had a good position, and could hold for a while.
The silence was long, until she added something.
"No...not sure what's happened."
"Mine's in Bialystok. There are forces there too. No contact home." Jan said, exhaling, as he stood, plonking his tactical visor back down, essentially a black visor that sealed up the helmet and brought about a HUD, as well as other tools useful for a recon unit. He knew they had a long fight ahead of them, as they waited, hanging on the hill and getting stock. They were here for the long term, and no situation was worse than this. The radio buzzed.
"Adamczyk, you copy?" He heard it buzz right in his ear, and he stood, looking over, Leszek's voice in his head.
"Abandon the reconnaissance post. We've got the footage and the map overlay done, the friendly teams are working on it- and we have Aegis coming in.. Get the other friendly reconnaissance units and head towards Marker Tango on the Hover Quads. You might need to ride through fire, and from there, ditch them. There is a small unguarded command post filled with Anti-Mech launchers recently delivered by a group of VDV, mainly Green Men but we think that the CSTO are giving them a little something. We need you to eliiminate. Afterward, fall back to your reconnaissance point and go quiet. Those two individuals will bolster your team- they have some serious kit, so I would hustle." Leszek said, as Jan nodded, again, into thin air for some Godforsaken reason. To himself to confirm, perhaps.
"Understood. We'll call out when we're at Tango, I see it's a stream of sorts, AMW (Anti Mech Weapon) post is about 600m away if the GPS on this thing is still good." He simply replied, as he knew the rest knew exactly what was going on.
"Are we about to ride into that?" Malinka asked, as Jan chuckled, just somehow wanting to not let this go to head.
"I can't believe it either, but somehow..this is ridiculous enough to work." He added, as the team regrouped at the stash point, where their equipment and the Hover Quads had been located.
The noise of thrumming rushed over the hill, as the six rushed out, moving through the fields and hedgerows, trying to keep out of sight from the main routes as best as possible. They had avoided the most of the enemy vanguard- the advance had perhaps stalled, as they got into town, and searched and raided the area.
"Alec, Amy, it's Jan. We're on the move, we've got the Hover Quads going. Look for us moving. I'll send Malinka to get you Alec- Amy, you ride with me. We have new objectives on an enemy Anti-Mech emplacement, and the opportunity to find some intelligence- before the rest of your unit drops, it could give us the edge. Keep your eyes peeled." He called out, as the Hover Quad lept over a hedgerow, the thing taking air as bullets flew past, Jan diving the thing into a hedgerow's cover, before the rest of the team regrouped and continued on. 500m to the two. The Hover Quads weren't loud, but they moved with a pace that over this terrain, even a regular wheeled quadbike or motorcycle would struggle to match without being suicidal. Leaping another gate, Jan braked hard and turned, looking down at the female medic, a visor covering her face and a M27 in her hands. Malinka herself saw Alec a little further along, closer towards the town, moving with a serious pace towards an old apartment block. They'd regroup in time- Malinka just wanted to get him out of that area, and back with the others.
"Up you get- you're riding shotgun. Welcome to Polska, home of the best and the original Vodka of the world, Pierogi, cultural heritage and now, people who want to murder us." Malinka said to Alec, smirking somewhat as she checked her MSBS LMG, the weapon mounted in a cradle on the windshield, magazine inside. Jan offered a hand to Amy back at the farm, just smirking himself at Malinka's comment.
"Soon to be cleared of people who murder us. That's SSgt Magda Malinowska, or just Malinka for short. Don't mind my 2IC." He said, aware that even in this situation, he had to somewhat keep spirits going, and to these new NATO boots on the ground, Alec and Amy, who had respectively dropped out of the fucking low earth orbit with a re-entry suit and a drop pod, this was something that perhaps would lift their spirits too. They had work to do, the dawn was coming and they had the right time and place to strike enemy. While Lublin was overwhelmed, perhaps now it was time to fight. Time to get back.
That's probably the best one- but Blyskawica is a part of Aegis, so the protocols are sort of there if you know what I mean in a way. Up to you.
Ah GG. They aren't rebels, I know it sounds weird to get hung up on, but pretty please, please ,please change it- it just confuses me a bit, and I mean, I absolutely don't want too offend but it kinda gripes me a bit. Apart from that, I think your post was pretty epic. I genuinely believe we have some great RPing going here- and the post I'm about to do is nowhere near as long, believe me. I feel like I'm posting a bit too much...ahh.
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