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Running with the Wolves (kingkonrad and Enalais)

OOC is here- post up your CS when ready.

Name: Scott Harris (former Sgt)
Age: 30
Appearance:


Scott has fairly medium length brown hair, with his brown eyes and clean shaven face displaying his war weariness. though he's only been out for two years. Movement is still fragile, and in a coma, he's been bedridden for a long time, only moved to stop his whole body fraying up. His well built physique, more on the slender side, means that he is able to perhaps sustain the hit for a while, with a significant wound to his left hand, and a significant head trauma has rendered him to not even respond or act to things he can see. His eyes have remained open, the voices he hears distant and echoing, and yet, assembling the pieces in his head has been a process that even over two years, has been unreceptive and tricky.

Personality: Scott is well thinking, an individual who can turn to anger and yet think well on his feet, fusing them well. He has been drilled to simply think and then do, make decisions that others would crumple under. He is a confident and well mannered individual, and while he speaks with a regimented and war-weary manner, he happens to care for people, treating his men like his fellow brothers. He wants to do good, and sees solutions to problems not many would see their way out of. Memories in his coma catch him, and leave him confused and dazed, just not being able to get back to civilian life entirely.

Bio: To be Added?

The Conflict

Eyebrows raised, as Magnus walked in, looking at the USP, aware that he truly was holding it in a way that he'd shoot. And somehow, deep inside, Magnus knew that he had no reason. He was a little mad, sure, he had it in him. But somehow...he just knew it was going to be worth his while.
"Everything I know..is a big set of words for someone who is chasing a big some of money. I assume. The man is almost untouchable. He surrounds himself in a cloud that means you'll need to go through the highest levels of factions if you want to be lucky to catch a glimpse of him. He hangs like a Spectre. He walks into gun markets, presents, walks away. You cannot drag him out or predict it. It's as random, as can be- he takes on a form one day that would look like any other white man here, and there are many mercenaries in this country right now. He provides both expensive western weaponry and cheap, post-Soviet eastern equipment, a source for warlords to obtain everything and anything their sick pleasures demand. You want a Golden Desert Eagle? He will get you one, for a price. An AKM, with diamonds and an inscription of your lover's name on the pistol grip? He can do that. 30,000 Zestava rifles? That too, and hell, he'll do a two for one with RPG-32 rocket launchers, fresh off the plane from Jordan. Oh, and lastly, I should say. He can happily vanish, poof, reappear and disappear. He smells one ounce of bullshit, it is as if he teleports, like you would not believe, because he has a web that is intra-factional, international and most of all, already one step ahead of people who want to murder him. That good enough?" Magnus said, chuckling, his accent putting it across, though he didn't speak loudly.
"I work as a fixer. And this here...is a mercenary hotel. Has been for years. It's easy to find people like you. So when there's another pair out there...it raises eyebrows, when you mention such a name here, and coincidentally, they appear from the blue, not going straight to a faction but rather, waiting around for a sign of something. Good you kept it quiet, but I can tell something is not right, and it's why I know you are the prodigical sons..actually, what's your name? Just to clear the air." He simply said, as he leaned against the door.
"Point is, I knew, not know the man. And I think that you want him dead as badly as I do. Let us leave it at that- I couldn't tell you where he is right now, or what I could do to help you get him, or give you SWAT gear so you can walk around and when you do find him, be fully armored. I may be a fixer here, but I can't pull light out of my asshole. I can however, explain what you are in on. So I'll get you started. I do not recommend hunting him outright. The factions here, in the short term, will do you good. In the long, not much. They murder people, on a massive scale. This is worse than you saw on TV, they make mass graves and systematically kill anyone who disagrees with them. Here, there is peace, but I am even watching my chronometer. US Dollars will become toilet paper, once that peace breaks, and since the rolls will be also in short supply, you could really be in the shit." Magnus added, aware of what was going on, going back to topic, a chuckle on his face.

"So if you can't go out with a bow and arrow and hope you find him, you'll need to take alternative action. Get friendly with the right people, and maybe, just maybe, you'll find an opportunity, these factions being a way to get yourself equipped and stay alive in the jungle. Alone, you will never do it. Money wise, you look like in a week's time, you will be as poor as those people in Sahrwi Slum about 200m that way, but you end up working for them, you find revenue. And power, of sorts to at least go up the chain of command and understand where you stand. And a weapon, a rifle. You don't look unintelligent, but you have nine rounds, plus one in the chamber, and a couple of spare magazines." He added, pointing to the USP.

"That will not last ten minutes if you go out into the warzone there. You can tell me that right now, you would like to put that bullet, right in my head. But right now, there is a mutual reason why I knocked on your door. One that I guess I trust you with. You get Scorpion, you get paid, you get out of whatever predicament you were in. Just like your neighbor. And justice of a type is done, not just for these people. What you care for it is not my concern." He said, pointing to a piece of paper on a cabinet, and then nodding to him.
"I won't need to read this, I assume. Your government sent you, am I right. So hey, at least we have that between us established. A rock and a hard place. Out there, certain death, back home, prison, or problems of a different kind. Down here...the more people you can leave dead that happen to oppose your paymasters, the better things work, no collaterals or worries. You will find what you need to succeed, and make worthwhile this trip to wipe him from the face of the earth. I will be in touch, in time. I have nothing more to say. You can shoot me here and now, if you think I am holding back. But believe me. It achieves nothing. You have nothing to gain from it, and perhaps now, nothing to lose. I know what works and what does not here. And if the mosquitoes, either of the two factions or a fellow mercenary haven't killed me yet, then I'm sure that you'll at least understand that if it is Scorpion you want, you will need more than just that gun and what you know right now. Gold, contacts, and a steady arsenal will keep you alive. Do not forget it." Magnus added, looking around, as he then opened the door, just not caring if there was a gun at his head. It was a thing he was used to.
"For now, you're on your own. I trust you not to get malaria, so I hope to see you again, one way or another, Edward." Magnus simply said, nodding, as he left the room, aware that he had done what he needed to.

The third man. The rest would fall to place, he thought to himself. He really did have nothing more to say, he couldn't lie and tell him a fairy tale that somehow guns would be magically found at the local market with a price of one dollar for an AK. That wasn't truth. But the facts were, in a world like this, Magnus knew what it took to stay alive, and he had done it well for four years. At first, he'd almost died, on a few occasions. A few scars were left. But now, he knew how to approach situations, and how to get what he wanted, to get the outcome he needed. Things went pear shaped, of course. But he could adapt, and make sure his own skin wasn't going to get burned. Most of all, he knew how to get the specialized kit that some people needed to hand, and how to perhaps better do the internal movement within this country. But that wasn't relevant- he never asked for that. Everything that would help him with Scorpion he now knew- Arran would know it in time, and soon enough, those three would be melded. The man in that prison, taken from the road, the bald, bearded Scot and the American with the USP. It wasn't matchmaking in a normal way, but if three people could at least make sense of their situaion, perhaps they'd last a little longer. And Magnus knew what next when they were at the next stage. Understood with the conditions in the country. And then, ready to at last to do something useful for once.

Year 2058 (Near-Future Military Scifi RP, maybe with mechs)

Avanhelsing said
Should Alec be heading back to report in? Or fight? Or?

He's with Blyskawica. The other platoons aren't on the ground yet- they'll be going, but he'll rejoin later on. After this village, Alec will go back his own way, while Blyskawica carries on.I mean, I guess- while they're all moving up on that Anti-Mech outpost.

The Conflict

I am loving this. All the characters have made some sort of contact- the stories spinning together and all, I am liking this. Sarah and Sheppard, Arran and Laz, and in a particular way, Magnus and Edward (well, that pairing won't work out entirely, but hey). I don't Magnus to be a main character- he's more of a sideshow, he'll remain a lot on the sides, though certain things you can go to him as with an NPC. Things I will imagine will spin out- and in time, things will be awesome to watch.

Year 2058 (Near-Future Military Scifi RP, maybe with mechs)

Likewise. I love that- it was a masterclass, I was thinking REALLY? He's in Lublin? Then bam. Nicely done, I think it's about to fall into place.

Year 2058 (Near-Future Military Scifi RP, maybe with mechs)

And suddenly, post. It is a bit of combat, but they'll find intel in time at a small command post around the ATGM/AMW site.

The Conflict

Turning the corner, Arran moved quickly, watching the entrance enough to understand what was going on. He saw one of the men at the front look over, sharpening his Machete.
"Hey! Get the fuck away from here!" He yelled loudly, as Arran chuckled, lowering his pistol.
"You seem really....fucking positive." Arran said, taking the Tomahawk out, as the man walked over, the Machete in hand. Bad move. Arran had planned, was a few steps ahead, and already swung out, faster and quicker than the man could respond, throwing him on the ground before he managed to get the Machete close. A swipe of the front of his neck put him on the ground, as he spat on him, Arran aware he had picked his moment well. Nobody in the street. Nobody would care. Putting the bloody tomhawk in it's clip on his side, he took his P226 back to hand, and walked in, past the empty reception. Another militant moved around, and recieved a point blank shot to the head, as another froze on the spot, Arran smirking in a twisted and crazed way.
"You have people captive, a bird tells me. Drop your club, show me the keys, slide them on the floor, and turn around. DO IT!" He yelled, his voice booming, as the noise of a distant click of an weapon being cocked could be heard. The man dropped his club, and looked not at Arran, but into the distance. He knew what it meant, and as did Arran., A man running could be heard, Arran half turning as he did what he did. He fired two shots into the man's abdomen, as he almost made contact with the Shiv, and brought him down, before Arran put another 9mm round into the man's foot.
"STOP FUCKING PLAYING GAMES, YOU HEAR? NOW!" He said, walking up closer, grabbing the man by the throat as the keys dropped, and another bullet entered the militant. Three down. He didn't care. He was sufficiently moving, no point taking prisoners in this place. It was lawless enough as it was- these bastards weren't helping. He kept himself to the wall, as yelling could be heard, in native language. It sounded questioning. He stuck to the corridor, moving skillfully and tactically, aware he had two clips in reserve. He wanted to keep them as long as possible- bullets meant lives, and in short, if he wanted to take Scorpion's, he knew it would take more than 36 from his two spare magazines. Any spare would do. He heard the voice get closer, barely peeking the corner as the shots rang out. Automatic. Bugger. He let the man fire uncontrollably, clearly untrained. These were some poorly trained militants, barely allowed guns and yet this one did and fired it like a lunatic. Turning the corner, Arran shot a clean pair to the man's temple, throwing him down, as he moved forwards, the P226 that he clutched conflident in his hands, as he saw the cells. Four men wasn't enough, but he could tell that this was it. Two men in particular, in the two holding cells. He unlocked both before picking up the weapon on the floor, and a spare magazine. It wasn't a lot, but it would do- the G3A2 being poorly maintained, but it's sighting and solid stock holding stern. It would be a good weapon, if more fire was needed. A Colt Revolver sat on the men's buckle, with some equipment in a small bag, as well as a $50 dollar bill and a small golden wedding ring.
"So, who's King Cobra is this?" Arran asked, looking at the two men, the short shaven man who didn't look very tanned being what the Scot expected to find. The other one looked far too tanned, just somewhat not suiting.
"I assume yours, mercenary. Name is Arran Mackenzie. The name Scorpion I believe rings a bell. Let's get the fuck out of here." He simply said, pointing the King Cobra to the unknown Canadian man before flipping the whole pistol and holding it by the barrel, offering the handle to the Canadian, and nodding to the body.
"He has the rest of your shit. I'll check outside." Arran simply added, aiming the G3, as he pushed out from the cells, keeping a head back as a pistol rang out. Blindfiring the weapon, he heard a groan, as the man came down with a shot to the leg, before Arran popped him with a 7.62 mm round to the chest, pinning him as he led the way out of the lobby, and out the building, aware that noise had been made. Arran may have been rusty, but he was decisive. He knew what he did best, and the memories from his SBS days had stayed in his mind, flowing as the liquid adrenaline had kicked off from the first Tomahawk swing to the last bullet he had fired,

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Magnus watched onward. He decided to take a different approach. He had sat quietly in the lobby. His hunch that there were more had paid off. Watching the bar momentarily had been good- this guy didn't know about tailing and blending in. A white person like him should have been spotted from a mile out. But the way that Magnus acted, and almost blended with the local population like a native of sorts, suggested otherwise. He had seen this mercenary kill a drunk, and he was coming to the same hotel. Classic. He heard the room number, and followed, waiting about twenty minutes, before making his move.

He knocked on the door. He didn't search every room, of course not. But he spotted something off about this whole batch. He remembered faces. These all were so soon and so quick, and Arran's file had told him everything. The kidnap of what looked like either a Canadian or an American mercenary, and the Scot who looked like he had been rusty was connected. This was another. And he wanted to find out what he wanted. If they were here for Scorpion...well, he had to figure out a way of fixing something that would make sure that this time, it wouldn't be a wasted effort to fuel the war. As much as he liked money, he liked the locals. He cared for some, understood poverty and why he was a direct contradiction. In the short term, the factions were money, resources and a means to an end. In the long term, chances like these mercenaries turning up on his door would be a bad call if he refused to act. He knew the intentions, and in the end, he knew that to make sure that they at least had a hope in hell of perhaps finding leads, he'd need to put them through.
"You seem to be pretty good at murdering people. And fairly new around here, like about two other individuals I saw today, who happen to come out of the blue- not something you see often, you understand...especially when the Scorpion is involved. Name's Magnus. Can we talk?" He simply asked, looking into Edward in a particular way, aware that while he was a total stranger, he wanted to at least figure something out here, watching Edward's moves. He wouldn't try anything, worst that could happen, he'd shut the door. But he knew what action to take in what context, and right now, perhaps getting a better understanding of the scale from someone who wasn't Arran would be better. Getting things moving, perhaps explaining what he did.

Year 2058 (Near-Future Military Scifi RP, maybe with mechs)

"On you get." Jan said simply in his English, as Amy clambered on, as he looked to the others.
"No time to waste. Daylight is coming. Hang on tight, Staff Sergeant." Jan added, as the fireteam set up on the column formation, Malinka bursting over a hedge with Alec, as they regrouped and headed south-west, around the town. It looked hellish, but they had other matters to get to. Tearing over the rugged terrain, the lack of contacts was surprising, but not entirely crazy to comprehend. They'd shoveled themselves into the town now, but the surrounding area, not so much. They'd lost some momentum, and Jan wasn't entirely sure why. It meant there wasn't much out here, in the farms and hedgerowed fields.
"We've got an OPFOR AMW outpost, potentially set up as a counter to airborne drops like the mechs that TF Aegis has. No doubt it could create a hailstorm to eliminate it, in the short term, plus we have a chance to get some local intel." He added, looking back, as they stormed onto a dirt road, hitting almost 90mph as they stormed over the landscape.
"Get magazines ready. Two minutes till we hit Site Tango." Jan added, as the noise of distant gunfire and artillery roared on, the whole contingent moving at a blistering pace.

They stopped by a small stream, the Hover Quads parked up as the team disembarked, Jan keeping his eyes open as he knew that they were now in an area that OPFOR could easily be trying to consolidate.
"Let's move out. Not try and raise too much attention. Yet." Jan added, as he jumped off his vehicle, MSBS raised as the others followed suit, the vehicles dropping to the ground as the engines were cut. The outpost was located within a village on a slight hilltop that jutted over the plain, staffed by about 20 "Green Men" and a few VDV soldiers, with technically advanced 9M112 Kamtchatka Anti-Mech and Anti-Tank weaponry, capable of firing over almost seven kilometers, though a newer model was fielded by the CSTO forces.
"Bogdanowicz, you and Majakowska, you go with Amy- you can take them and set up a different angle of fire and approach- . Rest of you, with me. We'll try and use Alec's recon to map out the hill, before shock and aweing them in the village itself, using the wood as cover from their counter-reconnaissance and line of sight to get close. These Wilks can move fast, so we want to be up in the village before they know we are here, I assume they have the launchers located on the northern side- so if we hit their flank, they will not expect us." He added, moving through on the side of the stream, in the bushes, as he kept his weapon held high, moving fast. Leaping up, he hopschotched onto a birch tree, barely grabbing a hold onto a thick part of the branches, the tree evidently shaking as he adjusted his HUD to focus on the camp, before coming down in front of the team, moving with a running pace as the team advanced out of the stream, and through a small forest of the birches, before clambering up the hill.

The odd patrol down the main tarmac road broke the silence, but they were going quietly for now, Jan letting the team do what it needed to. Amy could try and lay down a different line of fire where needed- but overall, they were pushing up significantly, in the early dawn. The village itself wasn't very clustered, being mainly red brick and modernized, the green entrance sign close by a ruined and rusted out bus parked by a small hut. The buildings in the village were partly destroyed, some crumbling and some just left empty, vacated. It was harrowing. This was Poland now. A few other cars, left behind, debris and casings on the floor joined it. Two civilian bodies.

Taking cover by a wide tree, Jan looked to Alec.
"You might want to grapple up this thing. Amy, you in position? We're ready to strike, I paint about five hostiles right in front of us, the launchers are in the northern side located by the Church." Jan said, as he readied himself up, then adding after her response, when it came.
"We're engaging. Light them up!" He simply spoke, as the words were followed by a decisive action. The five man patrol within the close side of the village was quickly clipped, their concentration and spread a little slacking for a "Green Men" team, who were supposed to be perhaps a little more refined. He could never tell the difference between genuine Polish rebels and those bastards- but it was something distincitve. Zooming the Holographic optic, the balaclava man came into sight and dropped like a stone, as Jan moved forwards, moving to a rusted out bus, moving to it's flank and shooting another man emerging from a building.
"Contacts, all ahead! Lay it down!" Jan added, as his squad, with their mixed MSBS rifles configured in their modular roles, laid down fire on the men that were now responding, the shock of an attack so close unexpected, but the resistance sharp. Jan ducked, as accurate fire pelted his position, chambering a new magazine as he cocked the silenced Polish rifle, and boosting upward, over the bus, before then moving again, the fireteam of his bounding as he knew Alec was covering them well, the team pushing in as Jan took out another hostile close by, seemingly a little differently camoflaged. Sinisterly so.
"Watch out, these VDV soldiers have got Exoskeletons! They're fucking well armored, double tap!" Jan barked, aware that whatever this kit was on the new wave of responders, it was taking twice as much rounds to take them out- they must have been wearing some fairly advanced kit, as opposed to the Green Men who were armed purely as rebels. He kept down behind a brick wall, the building he took cover behind a small two-storey house like most in this small village were, being moreover the size of a hamlet in Western terms. It wasn't signiificant, but the position on this hilltop over the plain was important, and they had to clear it. They had to make do without Orbital Strikes for now- even though Jan could have easily bunged a bright IR strobe over the village with the exoskeleton's sheer strength and called out a Tungsten shot to blast half the village to pieces and make this a lot easier, he knew there were other priorities right now- and perhaps not making too loud a noise to the other forces in the area would work better. While gunshots echoed and were loud as hell, the sight of a giant orange flare from the sky followed by a colossal bang would be too much and bring QRFs running. And that was never a good thing. Peeking around, he quickly moved back, as Duda sprayed in covering fire as he made it to Jan's location, taking out two of the men that almost had Jan in their sights, the noise of Russian on the other end just reinforcing the facts laid in Jan's mind. This was seriously fucking shady. Looking over, he lept up onto the roof of the house, flanking around as Duda followed up, moving with the liquid pace and agility that the exoskeletons that the Poles wore could give. The small Polish village was alight.

Year 2058 (Near-Future Military Scifi RP, maybe with mechs)

That quote too- but I thought that following Alec/Amy's drop, having the recon team find out what is going on in movements across Lublin from the drones/observation, and then taking out the AMW site could be a simple operation. They'll likely find some intel, via an officer- so that will also follow. I am just a bit busy, so my post may need to wait a few mins.

Year 2058 (Near-Future Military Scifi RP, maybe with mechs)

Going to get a post up, as I remember that recon's activities should end by tonight or so- so I'll get to work on having them all kinda light up a Anti-Mech outpost, and that can pave the way.