FourtyTwo

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

Okay, the last post was quite lengthy, but I want to advise- we are going to have all our characters together soon, perhaps going to Makoto at the Mars spacecraft (it hasn't been christened with a name yet, but feel free to anoint it one if you want- I've stuck to a nickname, if you will). The RP as you've seen so far will be a little more concentrated than most RPs, due to the short period of time it takes place throughout- and there are plenty more twists and turns left. I'd rather you didn't kill your characters off on a whim just yet if this is possible (though of course, PM me and I'm more than likely cool with what you have in mind). The reason for it is that I don't want to let characters die too quickly because it effectively nulls your involvement right to the end of the RP, because your character is effectively removed. That's just my only thought- if you have any light bulb moments that you've got in mind for the RP, hit me up.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

Osprey's Marksman Team moved with a certain eloquence, as Scot and Bird set up in position, sweeping the small house before getting up on the roof. Bipod down, Scot looked down the optic, looking at the beam of light searching around, with the wire fence nothing that could be in their way. "Got you, Virus Three. We've got a wire fence, I got eyes on our increased contacts. Two more technicals. Shit. I ping at least five to seven more people than we expected. I'm good to take a shot from here, minimal wind, it's about 2m/s north, little correction needed. It seems like this fucker's got an event on." Scot said, as he adjusted his beanie, Bird wearing her baseball cap backwards as to not get in the way of her NVG set, as she engaged her IR pointer on the target, her C8 raised. The rooftop had a corregated iron composition, and a few spare panels on the top of it, completely rusted. The Osprey Marksman team had dragged a part of it over, and it meant that they were effectively covered, on the shack-like structure, looking natural in low light conditions. The team only wore their regular desert camoflage- with Bird's CADPAT Desert, and Scot's AOR1 not perhaps being a sniper's ettiquette, but being useful for the marksman team at this point. It gave them adaptability, no doubt, and was lighter than a ghillie. They weren't snipers- Bird was merely there to spot targets, and keep an overwatch, knowing well that she'd be off the mark in accuracy compared to Scot. Wojtek, Czech and Thor were moving with pace, following them up from the North-East, going past the house, IR strobes on their shoulders. They wore fairly standardized Special Forces kit, being moreover for the three an AOR1 camoflaged BDU, a plate carrier and vest, as well as general acessories such as GPSes, pouches, as well as aptly camoflaged Predator 45 rucksacks- British Army kit, that did more than enough of the job out here. They moved along a small, shallow dried up stream bed, moving past some dead reeds as they moved up to a form-up position. It was 150m across, and that was right to the front door. It would be hard to get in, but no doubt, this was a start. "Thor, get Carly Boy ready. Careful with the backblast- check your six before you fire, or we'll have a repeat of Mali. We're going to need him to blow up one of those vehicles if need be, once Virus is ready. Czech, you set up the MG, bipod down here. Me and Thor will be the movers, and we'll need to lob smoke across to then cover this. Cause as much anarchy as possible. After all, fucking Wei has a grenade launcher, of all things. He doesn't give a fuck." Wojtek said, chuckling, looking to Czech. "Crazy Chinese. They train their soldiers with a different mentality to us...but if it gets the job done, it ain't stupid. So where's your grenade launcher, Czech?" Wojtek said, jokingly, as Czech turned to him. "I've carried part of a Mark 19, and fuck that, thanks. There are big strongmen who can do that if they want. I'm a fucking machinegunner, not a fucking beast of burden." He said, as Wojtek chuckled, aware that this was just a lull. The dried streambed was a good position to move from, as Wojtek observed, looking in. "Virus, Osprey Actual and assault team is ready to move. Let me know once you hit the brothel. It's on your word- we shoot the light, make some noise when you feel like it." Wojtek simply said over the radio, as he aimed down the magnified Holographic sight, looking at the contacts moving around. He could see the Bofors was unmanned, but close to a set of chatting guards, around a fire, that was put up in the middle of the fenced-off compound. They wouldn't hit the main compound, but rather, go towards the fence, and the explosion would undoubtedly blow part of it down. Otherwise, just breaking out the wire cutters was an option, or clambering over, with cover. It would be tricky, but it was a minor obstruction- something they could deal with, no matter. There was a hubub in his house, and while the spotlight wasn't in their direct view, Wojtek knew they had to play it safe, for now at least. When Virus was ready, he could give the word, and the marksman team would unleash hell, killing the spotlight and the guards that were elevated. Then decimating the people in the open, and hell would raise on from the Carl Gustav. (MAP- look to the bushes of the map of Long Arm, the north-east corner.)

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(It is a bit of a downgrade, but no missiles- just the Mk19, due to the weight of the ALSV.) (Short post, but ah well.) (An OST- was thinking of this in the background, especially the intro) Ross looked over, as he took them in a little higher looking over the fires and posts. "Shit. I vaguely pick it out. They aren't ready for this though. They're expecting a ground assault of any QRF. But I mean....we're coming from the air, and we're making almost no noise. I'll kill the engine, and we'll drift in. I won't lie, it will be a bad landing...but I doubt that they keep their hostages in the open. They do it to scare our drones...it's a clever game they play. They second guess that we might assault, so they barricade the town. They hide the hostages from any FLIR or IR camera from any drone because they don't want to risk bombing; they want confirmation of them actually being there before they blow someone up. My alternative, we fucking charge in, and kick the doors down, get them out, and drive out. It sounds crazy. But that's precisely why it will work." Ross said, chuckling almost, as he steered in, with an almost hearty chuckle in his tone, looking down. "And we have this armor...so I do guess we have good chances. Somewhat." He added, as he steered down, and they began to slowly dive, as Ross readied himself. The soldiers on the wall of the Mosque were sitting calmly by a flashlight, the small courtyard inside the Mosque, flanked by small concrete walls, making it a small secure compound. They weren't expecting help to come for the two SEALs they had, not a hope in hell. But they were going to get suprised. as Ross pulled up, aware that they were going to brush in, as the engine was dead propeller-wise, and it went to the wheels now. "Right ahead, contact on the wall!" He yelled out, as they came into view, and horrified, they saw the last thing that they saw. Two armored soldiers, and a flying buggy. Now that was novel, Ross thought, as they were going to be decimated in a matter of split seconds. Almost perfectly, they dropped into the compound, and Ross cut the parachute away, as they hit the floor, the suspension sucking it up as the impact was hard, almost tipping the buggy as they took fire, bullets ringing out in front as Ross slowed down, aware that this was insanity. But this was a good version of it, as he opened up with the Mk48, firing over the open dash, as bullets rang out, pinging throughout the ALSV and his suit. He took three men down by the front gate, as the ALSV stopped, and Ross was bungling out, covering Carl's disembark, after they cleared out the inner compound. They now had to go inside- and friendly rescue was something tricky, especially considering time was running out, fast. They had to stop them from being executed, and no doubt, taking them hostage and upright, with any bombs or anything. They had little time, and Ross led the way, laying down fire on two enemies that emerged, the Juggernaut standing tall as he moved forward, up to the smashed open door of the mosque, moving behind cover as he blindfired inside at a man that was moving with an AK. Peeking around, he opened up again, giving Carl the chance to move around, and push the corner inside the religious building.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

Ellie looked over, looking around, as she heard them come in. But worst of all, she knew Viktor was out in the open. They were alive, and just- and somehow, she felt good that they were alive. But even worse about their situation, no less, and it was anarchy, as she looked out, spotting King and Stienhauser. She even picked up the sound of a EVA engineer, Makoto, on the Mars ship. But the sight of Dylatov was the scariest one. He was drifting. No thruster pack. And she barely made out that tiny refelction of torchlight, a broken SOS signal that seemed to just be visible. "Fuck." She said to herself, as she looked around, heavy breathing, as she then bounded off. It was a strong movement, a real bound into the abyss, as she drifted, keeping a stable position as she moved to him. She had no idea of how far he was, just that it had to be him, not a shimmering piece of metal. And she would get him. "Thank Christ you're alive. Stienhauser, King, get yourselves to Engineering, or something stable. Get inside the craft, the outside is going to be shrapnel ridden when it starts finding itself attracted. I'm going to get Viktor, he's going to drift otherwise. Just get inside, and wait out. Makoto, I hear you clear, you're on the polar opposite of our line in the station, at the Mars station if you're where I think you are. Just hold there. Viktor, just hang on, keep waiting- I see you." She said, as she knew that was going to have to risk this, and she knew it would be bad. The Canadian and the Australian would be fine to get back, but Viktor, he'd die. And she knew that they would need him, as well as the fact that she was his crew. She wouldn't let him die, and get out of her sight now. The HUD was playing about, and the identification system wasn't working, hardly to her surprise, but no less, this was a time she wished it did. Finding Viktor's light was impossible, though it was just distinctive to her eye. She gave one thruster boost, as she came closer, and closer, making his suit out as she came in. She collided with him hard, bumping off as Ellie grabbed his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his, almost spinning as she thrustered off, pushing back, the momentum pushing them back towards the station, aware that he was now holding onto her. "Hang on!" She yelled, as they floated back, the distance between them and the station considerable. She kept a hold of him, aware that it was easier than most things back on Earth to do- that is, lugging a Russian, in a full EVA suit. It was horrifyingly perilous, but Ellie let it take over her, that she had to get him back, and knew that above all, that there was no way that they were losing him. It was worth the risk to get her, and she knew that she was confident in movement in space, compared to the others. Maybe Stienhauser could move to get him, but she had seen it, and she was fetching him. And Ellie knew that she took care of her crew. This was an extenuating circumstance, and her heartbeat ran almost double, hitting 200. But you had to deal with it, and simply freezing wasn't an option. She'd been out enough, and perhaps Viktor had at least had the initiative to think. But with his arm coupled up around her arm, the two were coming back, and back to station. She couldn't see the others, but right now, knew that they'd find each other. They had thruster packs. Bits were falling apart, the station was almost severed into two, with the Engineering section floating off, though it was keeping a vague pace with the rest of the Mars machine and any fragments bolted to it. That was alive, at least. She had to think. Escape Pods. They were maybe a way out. But they could have been blown to bits, and were designed to be used in uncompressed situations. When compression was lost, they could work, but they relied on integrity of the parts they were within. And hence Ellie knew it wouldn't be a simple case of getting down. Re-Entry was impossible with any part of this station. Maybe the Mars machine, but that wasn't a hope in hell. Even the SpaceX craft had been blown apart, and it was re-entering now, the whole structure falling down. There was no reason chasing it- even if it had an re-enterable module, it was going to be too far away. No, they were stuck here. In the wreck. She thursted lightly, but still impacted hard against the station, bounding off as she held onto him, by his hand as they somewhat echoed off the wall. She grabbed a rail and held on tight, as she looked downwards, to the Earth, almost reminding her in a tormenting way. They were going berserk, perhaps in total shock that this was happening. And even if they could see Ellie Tavistock and Viktor Dylatov on the side of the craft, looking back at them, there was no way rescue was coming. Any load that would be sent up was twice weekly, and the SpaceX craft was one of them at the moment. So a launch would take almost two days, and as Ellie looked at her oxygen meter, she knew it wasn't worth it. Then she realized. It was red, and at the two hour mark. It had collapsed in it's duration, and was reporting error. She screamed mentally, as she looked to Viktor. "My oxygen feed's been knocked up. I'm pissing it away." She said, cursing, with a bated breath, as she let him hang onto the rail, as she barely moved forward, slow and almost horrifed at the thought. She didn't know if the knock now had done it, or if it only reported now. But she had lost two hours of oxygen, and right now, it was going towards the hazardous area. She had one hour, fifty-five minutes left, and that was at the rate that it was going. She could easily lose the whole supply at any moment, and hence, made her movement almost slow, as she was slow to speak, thinking. "We need to get inside. It won't make any difference to my supply." She said, almost knowing full well. She had saved Viktor, but now, due to the nature of the impact with him wrapped around her arm, it had made a significant impact on her current oxygen levels. Perhaps it was a worthwhile sacrifice. She was scared, scared that she might die. But at least she'd do it knowing she was helpless. She had to fight now, Ellie told herself. Find some oxygen, some for the rest of the crew too. Grabbing the airlock rail, she moved past the severed door, and where they had been moments before. Somehow, Ellie could only think that she'd be able to let She drifted slowly, moving through the smashed open door, bits of floating water and paper littering the area, as she avoided it, moving slowly and surely. Ellie didn't want to think about what was next, but knew that somewhere in here, the other two would have made it safely. And if she remembered rightly, there weren't many escape pods in Engineering. They were mainly in habitation, and that was just in pieces now. This was unstable enough as it was, swinging about, just a loose piece that was left. They had to find oxygen of some sort, and while Engineering was going to be what you would consider a likely place, it wasn't going to be enough. Most of the store was gone, and what there was left, Ellie knew wouldn't last. She moved through to the next segment, the sight of a jammed door in front being a significant hazard, as she looked back to Viktor, floating over as she took her toolkit out. "We need to open it up. It's a module to module door, not an airlock. I can cut it, but I'll lose about a fifth of my fuel. Still, whatever is on the other side, we might need. I don't see anything we can use here, it's all fucking loose." She said, looking to Viktor, as she moved down, cutting the large blockage out, moving only a little bit at a time to slice the door's hinge, which quickly collapsed. The cutter was extremely powerful, and since this wasn't a seal, or an airlock- it was merely jammed, so a cutter could do it, taking about four minutes or so to do. It took a while, but it wasn't too tricky. But no doubt, they'd have to figure out alternatives for airlocked doors that were severed in other places, if Ellie wasn't so needing to get behind this door to the rest of the Engineering modules. She finished up, before turning behind, checking who was there. This wasn't a time for words. They all knew what to ask, and it was something Ellie could only respond. "We need to push on. We need to get to Makoto, the Mars ship could have supplies we could use. We need to salvage whatever we can in fuel and oxygen here- but I don't think there's much left. Getting to there means going back out into what's left of habitation and the Sciences area, and I suggest we wait till it stabilizes. I've got an hour and forty minutes. It could get worse. I don't know what happened here, but no doubt, there are no survivors. Could be a fault in the SpaceX ship, or in Habitation's hydro-oxy fuel cells, it can develop. The fucking system is meant to be foolproof...but they didn't fucking account for this burden." She said, rather coldly and aimlessly, just knowing she couldn't respond entirely. Her suit was intact, but that oxygen system was going to deplete, and no doubt, she was going to need oxygen far quicker than the rest. There was no system of transfer, and any supply that was left, she'd need to probably use more to even give around three hours. No doubt, whilst every minute felt like a silent, totally quiet hour, it was going to take time. Everything, every touch or contact that she made, Ellie knew wasn't going to be very audible. All she could really hear was vague radio chatter, and her crew's radios. That, and her own heavy, panicky breathing, and the noise of her suit's coolants. It was stomach churning, but Ellie had to block the fact that as if the team wasn't already in enough problems, she was going to die first. She had to keep it from her, the British astronaut aware that right now, they had to act, and fast, to find oxygen and any pods in engineering. "Sweep out across the modules...whatever you find, grab and keep to hand. Look for oxygen and any fuel that we can salvage- I doubt we'll find a lot, but search any corner." She said, as the whole section juddered, and Ellie grabbed a hold of a rail inside, holding on as it shook violently, before it stopped. Suddenly, almost the whole section behind them fell apart, almost completely cracking as the structure disintergrated, and Ellie held on, aware that it was dropping away in places, as the whole structure felt like it was held by string. "Jesus..." She said quietly, as she moved up, going upwards through the module, looking around as she knew that they had to spread out, and look around now.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

I may add that as a future thing, thinking about it. It gets revealed perhaps, and would be an issue. No doubt, it could make a big difference- and definitely negate Ellie. I think that could work, for sure. Don't worry- I would just say, keep in mind that it's almost like it's own spacecraft. It's a pressurized environment, and it's described by some like a blimp- something being pumped full of oxygen, of course. And yeah, that can work. Maybe what occurs to Ellie is what happens when she goes out upon seeing him (to recover him), or perhaps the rest of the group further along? The thrusters wouldn't have much fuel, and as well as that, would be needing minute quantities. In theory, once you're moving, you're moving- hence why Ellie didn't want the team using them much, only if they needed to bridge a gap. But more would be wasted recovering Viktor, so again, tensions flare...it will get far worse than this.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

No probs- hope the pace was okay for you, and that plan sounds okay. Do whatever you want with Virus around it- I am guessing there is a little elevation, and we don't 100 percent know the thickness of that fence.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

Nope, not yet. So whoever wants that, they can have that. I was thinking about doing it to Ellie's, just not too sure how. It would be a case that it wouldn't be compromised, but say, an oxygen or resporitary system isn't working as it should, and basically, means that they're going to lose oxygen at a faster rate, or maybe be less able to move, perhaps. Not too sure on how to engineer it- but basically, it's a case that the suit is affaected, and it in turn, affects that character. Remember, your character didn't have a thruster pack either- and so you'll be reliant on either King or Steinhauser.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

(Because of historical reasons, I like that Skyth is with me. We RP very well together.) Wojtek looked up, looking at Sergei. "Just what I love. I need a RIB, for my team, and Virus. We'll roll in and get the job done. Walking two K might seem hard. But I have no doubt we can get the job done. We can hit them, with enough fire alright. I'd want to not go direct to that stone wall, and we can pick off anyone outside it with Scot. Bird, I'd want you with him which case- you stock up and fire from 500m away, in a lull, ahead of the main force. My team, Osprey, can line up fire on the compound from afar too- staying out of harm's way, but firing whatever we have. It might be tricky, but there's not a doubt we have the weaponry. Virus could grab the Brothel, and provide overwatch, there's a little elevation that could be perfect for 40mm fire on the building itself. My team can raid, sweep the place, and murder anyone we see after we're done. I'll be happy to simply kick the doors down and kill this fuck." Wojtek simply said, as he looked over. "Either that, or a airborne drop. Unlikely, because you give us a deadline of four hours." Wojtek said, shrugging his shoulders, as Thor somewhat smirked. "I will have the Gustav ready then. Hurrah. Nothing like headhunting." Thor simply said, as Wojtek looked over, nodding. "We'll use that, yes. But not on the building. I don't want to needlessly kill prostitutes if we can help it. But we can blow the stone wall in with it to breach the compound, or alternatively, use grapple hooks to get over it. It could just be a thin fence, in which case, we can just break out the wire cutters. The sat image isn't great, but we can use it." Wojtek said, looking over. "This man goes down then. They have a spotlight, and flahshlights on their weapon. But we can snipe the light, and make some noise. Might not even need sound suppressors, if it gives us better ballistics. Stealth isn't entirely an option. Hit and run is, and I know we can do precisely that. Perhaps we'd be best off having Virus getting into a flanking position first, sweeping the Brothel, then Osprey can launch it's attack. Really confuse them" Wojtek simply said, as he looked to his own team, personally looking at each operator in turn. "Right, change in plan, Osprey. It's a night raid, gents, and Bird of course. We go should hit the beach at 0100 Hours, it'll take us a while with the RIB to get there. Usual kit, desert pattern, preferably AOR1. NVGs, as standard, use a combination of frags and flashes. We're not up against a significant force, this is a backwater. But if this man has friends, then we're going to be laying down more than just a little fire. Virus, I hope you're alright with that- if you got a suggestion on your flank, or want to perhaps set up something to delay reinforcements, be my guests. Because Osprey's going to kick their fucking heads in." Wojtek simply said, as Osprey gave a nice hubub, Wojtek looking to Sergei with a certain look, that he had this. They were to kill this man, and Osprey agreed. (OOC- whatever Virus says in regards to the op, I will basically kink out with you Skyth before they move out, or PM it to me. I want to keep things syncronous with the other one.) ---- Somewhere off the coast of Somalia 0100 Hours It was moderately dark, as the moonlight had come fairly low, and revealed fairly little. The RIB was tight, but it fit the two teams, just about. The Rigid Inflated Boat was fairly lightweight, and only had an M249 cradled at the end, which Wojtek had left to Virus to have fun with. Right now, he sat by the driver, Czech, and Thor sat opposite on the rubber side of the boat, with a Boonie Hat, camouflaged distinctly brown. Wojtek himself just wore an Ops Core helmet, with a pair of quad-optic night vision goggles currently over his eyes, whilst Bird wore a simpler black baseball cap, above her CADPAT Desert uniform. Scot wore a Beanie, with a headset attached, and also had a NVG set in his hands, that he was getting set. Czech's MICH helmet and thermal bandit looked like it would cut the job- in general, they were ready for an assault, for crossing off a target, and looked the part. Perhaps not like just one Special Forces unit, but perhaps you could pick out elements of many. "Wei Jin, you got any last ideas on our movement in? We're all set once we hit the shoreline. It's sparsely populated, we can leave the boat here. Just minimal light signatures, and we'll be alright. I got our waypoints keyed in, you can radio me when need be. Your team ready?" Wojtek asked, as he turned to the Chinese leader of Virus, a squad almost completely the opposite of Wojtek's squad. Virus was distinctly Eastern, composed of a Chinese, Malay, Singaporean and Phillipino, not to mention Japanese operator. They were very strangely different, and had different capabilities compared to Osprey, that was for sure. Osprey could be a anvil, and Virus was good as a Hammer. They could kick some ass, when the time came to it, and no doubt, they would. Checking his own rifle, Wojtek loaded a magazine in, as Bird put a 5.56 PMAG into her C8, slapping the release as she smirked, taking her gloved hand over her NVG set, as she placed it down. "The green wonder. Damn, it's restrictive sometimes, but I like these quad-optics we got now. They really invested the money well." She said, the quad-optical set of NVGs that Osprey had perhaps an example that years down the line, investment into NVGs had very well increased in PMCs- and the field of view was far greater, though it was a little more awkward to get used to, as opposed to regular NOD sets. Scot looked over, as he loaded a 20-round 7.62 magazine, marked with a red stripe for a distinctive purpose of the 7.62mm rounds inside the clip, which Scott wanted for greater accuracy- they had a little more ballistic travel and less drop-off, than a regular round would have. He smirked, as he looked to the front, to the rapidly closing shoreline. "They did. But never rely on technology, I say. We aren't getting EMP'ed, but if the spotlight sees us, we're going to be blind as fucking bats with these sets on. We'll need the light dead, but the moment it goes down..shit hits the fan, and we could be comrpimised" Scot said, as Wojtek nodded. "So it'd be a good idea for Virus to get past it, maybe use an irrigation ditch. Stay down, get to the Brothel and flank it out. We're going to be walking anyway, so there's plenty of time to think it through. But I want this target to have a fucking bad wakeup call when we arrive. I read his file. He's a true shithead." Wojtek added, as Thor nodded. "Agreed. I might not agree with everything Antov and the Boss say. But he needs to go." Thor simply said, as he checked the optic for one last time, as Czech cut the engine off, as they moved in. "20 Seconds." He simply said, as they drifted in on the strong tide, the RIB being brought ashore by the strong current, as before they knew it, they were on the sandy shore. Jumping out, Wojtek looked around, scanning the area, the AN/PEQ-15 on, as he looked to the rest. "Lasers on. They've got nothing of the sort to see IR with, they're poor, remember." Wojtek said bluntly, as Czech recovered his FN Minimi, loading the belt fed GPMG with a 100-Round box of 7.62, sweeping the area. "Okay. Bird, Scot, you head to the OP, and get us a look. Say when you can take the shot. Virus, your call here. I'd suggest not going all in one direction- if we can secure the Brothel, and create a pincer, they won't have anywhere left to run." He simply said, as Bird and Scot were moving already on Wojtek's word, the British-Canadian marksman team moving up through a grassy ditch, towards their slightly elevated position out from the site. It was a small abandoned house of sorts that had come up on sat scans, and it would do the trick, no doubt. Wojtek knew that they'd regroup later- but for now, his team was three man strong, and they were going to move about 50m to their right, and set up a fire zone.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

I think that plan will work nicely. It got a bit crowded, so I pulled Virus and put them with Osprey. I'll make bigger operations next time. Konrad/Skyth, your mission will be taking place at the same time as Operation: Black Jack. It'll be dark, calm, with a slight wind. No EMP this time, so Khanya's men wont be electronically inhibited. Their torches will work, and so will the search light. If you have any more questions about it, ask away, although I'll allow a fair amount of creative licence with Long Arm.

@Forest Bandit

Niiice. I like what you did. Thanks very much- me and Skyth are good at this thing.

R.E.S.C.U.E, Global Ops

Neato. Do what you need to, Forest- I respect that opinion, it's a good line to take.