FourtyTwo

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

No problem. I am slowly bringing this to a close, as you may have seen, and I've given Skyth a bit of way of doing the theatrics. I will say that the way that Lima goes forward from here will be quite drastic on my end, so I'll let Silverwind do what he needs on his end of shooting and engaging the BMD-1 (note, not the VDV one).

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Ross moved through, seeing Carl moving up through a side entrance, as Ross nodded back. "Try upstairs, I'll check the far end of the Mosque." Ross added, pushing through past the prayer room, the large space covered in carpets, now being covered in bodies and blood, that of the people that were in their way. It was a place of worship, but at the same time, snipers used church towers, and so they did with minarets and Hindu temples. Jewish Insergency Groups in Israel had used their temples to plan against the Palestinians before in their Civil War in Israel, so right now, Ross didn't really feel too much for the religious debate right now. What mattered, was the greater good. He kicked the door down to the kitchen, moving out of the wide open area. "You Viking One?" Ross asked, as he scanned around, the two SEALs tied up nodding quietly, only wearing the very base of their BDUs, being their combat uniform. He withdrew his Becker Knife, and sliced it through the man's handties, then his legs, as he looked around, sweeping the area. In a moment, a man came around the staircase and fired rounds at Ross, and he barely flinched, seeing them go blind, but thankfully not towards the SEALs. He fired back a nice volley of Mk48 fire, adapted to the pressure and heat of this war, dropping the man. "Fuck, you're Knight Team! I've heard shit about you..you guys are insane." One of the SEALs said, getting up, running to the man and grabbing his AKM, as well as any mags. "You heard well then. Do you know where they kept your equipment? And what's your name?" Ross asked, as he scanned the area, the kitchen empty, and devoid of any equipment- though it did seem some local dishes were still being made here, for the AQ population. "Chief Petty Officer Ramsey, this is Petty Officer Burns. We lost a man I mean...Our kit is downstairs, right by the entrance of the compound, I think. They were playing with it, but it shouldn't have gone far." Ramsay asked, the member of Viking Fireteam looking as if he was more curious than relieved. "We found him, mate." Ross said, sighing, as he looked over, not wanting to talk about it right now. The SEALs had an expression that they wanted to know more, but now was not the time for mourning. "We lost another. They executed him in the yard as we arrived. They said they'd do it to me next, if they didn't stop the invasion. Like shit that was going to happen. We owe you guys." Ramsay said, looking to the armored SAS soldier. "I heard you're Cpt Henderson, that Canuck with you?" He added, checking the AK, as he looked over. "Just Listen." Ross said, as the faint noise of an M249 could be heard upstairs, followed by yelling. "Carl, I got our SEALs alive. Come down to the kitchen. If you want, you can drag a survivor in." Ross said over the radio, chuckling over the comms, as he checked the feed of his GPMG, before lobbing another AK to Burns, who was just untied. "Plan of action then. We've got an ALSV outside, and we've killed off the immediate guard of the people holding you. You're faster than us, but made of just flesh. So keep your heads down, and move fast when you do. We'll take the attention. I need you to wait in the prayer room and wait till we give the clear. Then, you run to the chceckpoint at the gate, and grab your shit. Your weapons, and anything that looks valuable intel wise. You take it, and we get back in. We want to make it look like we stole all our shit back and got out of here, because otherwise, they're going to be super-pissed." Ross said, as they both nodded, cocking their newly-aquired AKMs. "Glad we have agreement." He added, as he looked to Carl, nodding simply. They headed back outside, past the ALSV, firing on the checkpoint, where there were skinnies moving into the compound, the two SEALs firing occasionally from their cover, but keeping their heads down. No, the real show was the Juggernauts, as they moved back outside, and laid it down on those trying to get into the compound now, buying the SEALs time to grab their shit when this contact was cleared. Ross took a few hits, but took out three men, and looked back at the entrance, giving the hand. The two SEALs bounded forward, moving to the checkpoint, right in front of the gate for the Mosque's compound. They immediately grabbed their kit, from their vests to their weapons- Ramsay using a 416, whilst Burns used a HCAR, a weapon that Ross was suprised to see. A Heavy Counter-Assault Rifle. A weapon that was effectively a BAR, with modernized parts to it, and it still fired .30-06 Springfield rounds. It was like an M1911, with new furnishing really- and it looked the part, as a rifle that dropped tangoes across all ranges proficiently and with a significant kick to act as a support battle rifle. It took them barely a minute, as Ross laid down fire, bottling a V40 Frag beyond the gate, followed by a M18 Smoke, laying fire into the abyss. "Half mags, Carl!" Ross said, aware that they needed to haul ass soon, and soon came quickly, when the SEALs ran back to the ALSV.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Jan moved forwards, moving into cover behind another tree stump, laying down fire on soldiers as Zhenya moved, and "Shit! BMD-1, coming from our right! Range, about 200m, closing fast! That is not VDV, that's a BMD-1!" Jan yelled, aware that this was a shitty little BMD-1, a light IFV of sorts with a 76mm gun and a Matyluka ATGM launcher. It was ancient tech, but it had to be taken out, and probably was a mover out of their sight. "Scott, prep the Carl G, light that fucker up!" Jan yelled, as he shot a man that was armed with a PKM cleanly with a burst, then reloading the 416, throwing a new PMAG into the weapon as he gave it a confident cock. They continued on laying down fire down the hill, as Zhenya set in, Jan keeping his head down as the RPD chucked out rounds, and the last remaining few at the guardpost were dead. The BMD was all that was left, and the infantry aboard now laying down rounds into the snow from afar. The radio suddenly buzzed, after the fight died, as Jan felt it was on his long range. Command. "This is Col Sanderson, Lima Actual, you are to halt right there. VDV and Spetsnaz forces are coming en masse, you're to desist and back off the target. Spetsnaz Vympel forces have seized the command centre." He heard, as Jan looked over, at the anarchy, the distant sight of parachutes and transport planes somehow sickening. This was fucked. Yet Jan felt that there were still men left. The fighting had died? How? Jan didn't understand, there were still militants last time they checked, and the fire hadn't hit the command centre...and yet the area had been teeming last time that Jan had looked. "Sanderson, you sure? We're almost to target, we're closing.." "Negative, you are to desist with immediate effect, Captain. You are to fall back over the ridge and await extraction." Sanderson said, as Jan looked around. They'd done the job. No more hostiles. There were soldiers on the ground, and somehow, Jan felt betrayed. This wasn't right. Something was fucked. Medved was nowhere in sight, and Jan knew that Zhenya had something to do with it, or at least part of something. Why were they stopping? That he didn't get. He had to abide his rules, and knew full well what was going on. Right now, they had to leave. Maybe there "This is bullshit, Colonel.." "Orders are orders, Captain. The Russians want your team removed right now. Do I make myself clear?" Sanderson said, as Jan swore, moving around the wrecked guardhouse, the sight of new, shiny looking BMD-3 and balaclava-clad Russian men following behind, scary enough in it's full sight. This was shitted. They were here too early, and they had found something- they rushed the Command Centre. Jan wanted to go in. But he had a feeling the ROE had changed for them. "Understood, Colonel." Jan said, as he lowered his 416, the burning wreck of the BMD-1 close to the guardhouse, and the dead bodies strewn about for nothing. He looked to the two men of Lima, unable to still see Medved. "Zhenya, I swear to God....tell me fucking true, what is going on. Why I'm hearing this. Tell me that you're going to say this is madness. We lost five men for this." Jan said, bitterly, taking his sunglasses off with his gloved hands, the 416 held tightly in his right hand, around the pistol grip. He had a feeling that whatever Zhenya was going to say, was going to be terrible indeed. Or if it wasn't, Jan knew it was going to be a lie. He felt driven himself to say it. He wasn't speaking on Scott's behalf now. He was saying it because he wanted to personally get retribution. And there was a deep seated anger that he had at Zhenya right now, a deep seated suspicion about all of this.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

It was as loud as a bang could get, as the next one rumbled throughout the station. Ellie moved up, going through where she had been just an hour ago, drifting quietly and calmly. She moved up, looking behind to Neil, before the noise of that bang then echoed even louder, from the bar that she held onto. It felt like then, it occured. Engineering split into two, and Ellie could barely wrap her hand around a bar, grabbing Neil with her left, as she threw him upwards, as the whole structure below almost completely caved in. The door had perhaps been the last strongpoint- now, it had fallen apart. And it was the sudden horror of realizing where Viktor and Jeremiah were. Ellie was speechless. They were down there, in the furthest end of the station, just to the left of their airlock. The force had been explosive, and even with King's thruster pack, they'd die. She exhaled hard, aware that they were now outside, as Ellie looked to King, thrusting upwards into the Engineering area, or at least, what was left of it. She threw herself past a small door, and felt Neil go past, sealing it semi-shut to at least keep whatever integrity was left. The whole structure felt like it was falling apart, and Ellie knew they had lost any hope of finding the bulk of material in Engineering that was left. She drifted past a pair of claw arms, for repairs, and quickly stabilized herself out, moving slow, breathing slowly as she was almost totally speechless. She couldn't say anything, she knew that Dylatov and King, were as good as dead now. She had a dying oxygen supply. Soon, Stienhauser and Makoto would be alone. And Ellie felt sick from it, the knot in her stomach tightened. "Fuck..." She said, looking to Neil, grabbing his hand, aware he was close, feeling cold and warm inside as she clambered past a smashed arm. "They're going to die...that was a decompression of whatever was left, it's going to be thrown out of orbit. No thruster can save you from that." She said, moving slowly, as she reached up, moving to a cabinet, opening it up to it's empty sight. She then moved through, almost exited in a way, as she moved through the next module, quickly taking off a cover marked "Emergency". Then she was shocked to see what she saw. Where the escape pod was, there was an enormous crack, almost the size of a hand's width, by the side of the escape pod, the black ball shattered. "No way...bollocks!" She yelled, looking at it, almost feeling like she could kick it, but it wouldn't achieve little. She exhaled, knowing she had to hold herself together. "We need to get out of Engineering...that was a two man pod, we need to get to where Makoto is. I'm thinking if we salvage what supply he has, and we try and get into Medical, that seems fairly intact. But we'll need to cross Habitation. It's going to be risky." She said, looking back to him, breathing a little harder from her anger towards it, sweat pouring down her right now. This was death, this was going to be the way she died, and no matter how drilled she was, that was going to remain a fact. "Makoto, this is Tavistock...we've lost two of our men, Engineering is falling to pieces. We're going to try going through Habitation toward Medical, the last thing I can think of is that Logistics has something left in terms of escape pods, but there's no way in hell that we're going to survive long if we go direct." She said, looking down to Neil, as they approached a completely blown out section, held by barely a few metal linkages. "Okay...Neil, I need you to spool out your rope to me, and try and cross. We cross this and the linkages break, I don't want to waste fuel on boosting away, so only one of us should need to. I'm at about half levels right now." She said, aware that the vertigo was scary- they were facing towards the darkness of the stars, Engineering pointing away from the Earth. It was strange, but somehow, Ellie knew that that things were not normal now. Things didn't have their momentum stopped, they kept going, and in this case, it was just knowing that they needed security.

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

Right, an ultimatum. I'm going to post in about an hour- Viktor and King die if there isn't a post in that time. It's taken long enough, and I really want to keep this moving. Might as well exercise the threat, and I know that shit has been personal Pie, but I just want to be able to go on without skipping a beat.

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Sweet work...you'll get a chance to fire it in just a moment, I do want to wrap this up fast, so as soon as Skyth posts up, I'll respond.

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

Osprey was last up, fixing the boat after all of Virus had headed up, as they followed up Virus, keeping behind. Wojtek left this to Virus, aware that they had the point- this was a real case of too many chefs, not enough cooks in regards to manuevering round doors. The three teams aboard, now including Virus, had this under control. Wojtek swept out the foredeck of the Odessa as the rest of his team got up, Thor's C8 raised as they swept out any nooks and crannies, the wet deck below the team's sand-soaked boots a strange feeling. They swept the containers, checking them over once more, before then moving back to the bridge, moving up the stairs as lasers were on, and the team had generally had their shit together. They moved through the bridge, Wojtek nodding to Wei as they secured the hostage, before moving back out onto the aft deck, onto the helipad, looking underneath for any stragglers. Nothing. There was nothing up top, at least for now. They followed Virus, Wojtek keeping behind as they swept into any room that Virus had cleared out, each and every man of Osprey searching under beds, wardrobes or in ducts for anyone that was hiding. They weren't the lead force, but somehow, Wojtek knew that the other three teams had this under control- and the lower bowels of the ship needed securing, from here on out. (Not a lot I can do on my end. I assume we're almost there.)

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

Skyth, you seen that PM I sent?

Backdrifts (Space Survival RP)

No probs- I think I'm going to kill King due to his inactivity, sadly so. Just post when need be, and we'll keep the ball rolling. :)

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

Posted. It'd be nice to get forward from this, it looks like that op is almost done.