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Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Gonna kick up a post, to keep the blood running.

Ball's in motion. Let's kick it about.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Part Six: Redline

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZW7et3tPuQ

LA. The pumping noise, where it all began, and where Ross had come back to. It wasn't often they went over the Atlantic, but when they did, it was for a good period of time. And they figured that they could do that.

It was there that Ross had acquired himself a stock RX7, painted in a crappy dark green, and was it stock? Well, not entirely. 2001 Mazda RX-7 FD, the Spirit R no less. A rare car in these circles, he'd paid something large in money, enough to probably buy a brand new hot-hatch, for that cash. But it wasn't in good nick. Bumpers half trashed, and it did not sound mechanically nice, the rotor was on the way out, and Ross had known that as he paid for it.

Cue the montage, and the increasing stacks of receipts, and the decreasing stack of money that Ross had come to LA with. The green had vanished, but it was a sight to see, sitting in the garage, around pools of oil Ross was only half-cleaning up, and spanners, and other tools everywhere. The packages, the sheer amount of time in his garage. It felt like this was months of work, but done in weeks, given that he'd had to call in a lot of favours, and spend a lot of all-nighters. Sitting there and quietly fiddling, and messing about. But Ross was an obsessive when it came to making cars his own, he left some things stock, as supercars, and his BMW, well, relatively. These machines were no-questions asked, customised, absolutely bonkers project cars, and he'd find nothing better than to sit in the shed and work on his Mazda.

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Ross had done something to the RX7, to say the least. The time spent under this thing, the hours, hours, hours into the night, he didn't know what the fuck else there was. A little OCD, a little car nut, he hadn't even seen Kimberly's build properly, and she hadn't seen his. Not entirely at least. He had let his mind run riot, his Scooby had been a race-focused, Kate Moss-thin, four-wheel drive grip machine. This was something else. The rotary had undergone a hell of lot of work, from the VeilSide bodykit, the phat carbon spoiler, the imposing scoop, and the paintwork that had undergone an entirely new lick. The metallic yellow and black looked mean and imposing, the carbon roof, the black outlining on the bodykit, and the whole engine had been remapped, redone, and remade, from as many overnight parts from Japan as Ross could get his hands on. It was minimalist, but not in the same way, it retained some sanity, the comforts at the edge. The colour was striking, the yellow more golden-green in the right light, the black matte, spruced with a yellow honeycombing, that had been Ross's finest graphical achievement to date. It would get scratched, but in the garage, it looked mega-fucking cool.

The rotary was not an easy tool to work with, and Ross had gone from being a basic mechanic to being a car sensei, given how fucking complicated he'd found it. But it was something that was wonderful, and twin Garrett turbos, combined with the Wankel beneath, that revved up, and up, and up. The noise it made, to the custom Akrapovic cans was genuinely scary, it wasn't like the whining anti-lag of the Subaru, it sounded like a lion. And so from all of this, came the weapon of choice for going sideways. Ross had always wanted to make the ultimate drift toy. A car with so much rear end poke, that it did not give a fuck. He'd pulled about 850bhp from this machine, and the rotary sounded like something that drove into warpdrive, with more on tap if he kept fucking around with it and was willing to blow up several thousand dollars worth of engine. He hadn't properly driven it yet, but the fat, wide and semi-slick tyres would do the job in the searing heat of the city, tearing it sideways on demand. The car's internals had NOS tanks by the driver's seat, in classic Fast and Furious/Need for Speed fashion, as Ross had always wanted to do (and hadn't on his Scooby), Recaro seating, a Momo race wheel, it felt a little overkill, but last time that he'd undertuned his car, of course, Kimberly had done up her own beast more. It was light, it was powerful, and scary.

Ross was a diehard, he didn't like to just make cars comfortable, if he wanted that, he had his daily, a BMW M4 GTS, sitting outside. And he'd left it stock, this time. Two cars a continent, he said to himself, that was a good rule, and relatively affordable from his previous cash flow, given he'd given up most of the work he'd done. But his RX7, that was something that he didn't really compromise on. It felt honed, it felt civilised, until you hit throttle. The car did not look like it had a lot of shape, until now. The complimentary Speedhunters sticker on the rear spoiler, two towing hooks, and even a radio inside. He was a little civilised in this thing, it was the West Coast after all, and it blared his favourite tune for when he had this thing to work on.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTkhvGVLf3k

He could only look at it, smirking. He took the can of Monster off the spoiler, as he turned off the DMX, hearing Seb come in.
"Bro....I leave town for a couple weeks and you make this?" Seb says, smirking, looking at the car, whistling.
"She's a beauty. Gonna have to try her out." Ross replied, as he looked at it, patting the roof.
"You have seriously been watching too much Fast and Furious. Even I can say that. Tokyo Drift." Seb commented, Ross chuckling as he knew the exact reference.
"Dipshit. I suppose we kinda do that anyway. Like you're in Point Break."
"Hey, you can't say that!"
"Gonna rob a bank?"
Seb was speechless, as Ross chuckled, heading towards the exit of the shed, chugging down the last of his Monster and tossing it into a bin, with already numerous Monsters inside of it. The shed was at the back of the house, as Ross didn't want
"No?" Seb replied, as Ross chuckled.
"I'm saying the film's retarded." Seb simply replied, as Ross chuckled.
"And I'm saying we do street racing, and other stupid shit. First one is the only one worth it's salt anyway." Ross added, as he headed back towards the house, seeing Ellie and Kimberly, back in the garage proper, working on the green monster.
"Whatever you say, man..." Seb commented, as they headed through, the noise of tools audible, as Seb looked over at Ellie.

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"Hey, beautiful." Seb said, kissing Ellie on the cheek, looking down at Mia.
"Awww. She's lovely." Seb said in his native German, knowing Ellie might have caught a little of it. With it, Seb tickled Mia a little on the cheek, chuckling, gurning a little at her. Meanwhile, Ross headed over towards Kimberly, who was firing up the V8, leaning in through the open window.
"Beautiful. Fucking awesome." Ross said, chuckling, looking at Kimberly, a nod of approval, as she stepped out, and he listened in. He took Mia into his arms, wrapping her around his shoulder, hearing the plan.

"Sounds good." Ross simply replied, as Seb nodded, looking over the green machine, the Mustang a fine specimen indeed. Ross looked to Ellie, smiling, listening to her question.
"Well....you guys do jump off of cliffs. Trust me, we've done this for long enough, you take a few risks, but you find a limit to this." Ross simply commented, as Seb shrugged.

"Why the fuck not. Don't put us into a car at 100mph and we'll be happy." Ross chuckled in response to the Austrian, as he looked around Kimberly's car, before sliding into the passenger seat, on her request.
"Sounds like skydiving to me. And trust me, I have some good songs. Are you into drum and bass, fraulein?" With that, Seb connected up the AUX cord to his phone, sounding almost a little overly Germanic, as he chuckled, knowing it was for the shits sometimes that he overdid it.
"Not like I'm gonna hear it over that thing!" Seb yelled, smirking. He didn't like this, but he was gonna have fun riding shotgun in a Mustang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QA_AIg6c3UQ

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Ross carried Mia back inside, dropping her off. He knew he'd have to wait on Kimberly's sister, who would look after Mia. His daughter cooed, as Ross sat down, smiling at her. She was the most treasured thing in his life. Working on the car was important, it was a little OCD, sure. But this was his project. Mia was that to him, more than just the car was, so whenever he had the chance, he was with her, looking after her with Kimberly.

"This is it. Madness, right?" Ross said, looking to Ellie, smiling.
"Can't say I didn't become a total car freak. Like I said I'd be. Makes me think though, if I followed you. Did all the stuff you did. The skydiving, the snowboarding. I'd have probably have been at it if I wasn't such a pussy." Ross chuckled, thinking back to all of it.
"But I suppose I kinda got into cars. Doing stupid things with them. And little Mia loves daddy Ross for it, don't you lass?" Mia cooed, as Ross chuckled, knowing how he sounded.
"I'd do the world for her. Never thought I'd be a dad. But I'll do right by her. Have my fun, but do right for her, might not be the best way either.." Ross said back to Ellie, as the doorbell rang.

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Stepping into the shed, Ross opened up the RX7, clambering into his seat, watching Ellie follow. He had to push the door open to the shed, before stepping into the car.
"This might be one of the best ones I've done yet." Ross said, as he looked across, and smiled.
"Haven't properly taken her out for a ride. I promise, I won't go too sideways. Tyres are gonna need to be bedded in. Trust me, that means going a little side-on." Ross added, as he fired up the ignition. The fuel injectors whirred, as the lights flicked up, the night sky visible, with the usual heat and haze of LA. Gently sliding the car into first as it started up, the low burble audible, he drove it out. door open, as he stuck it into neutral and handbrake on, shutting the door. He ran back and clambered in, doing up his harness.
"So. This is it. Ready, hun?" Ross smirked, looking to his old friend, knowing Ellie would find this a little exiting. And she'd probably know the rules, he guessed. It was this mad life that they chose, yet so different, and he didn't entirely understand what had brought it to here. But it was a good place to be.

Slamming first, the gearbox a sequential manual, the car caught and lept forwards, as Ross turned hard right, down the thin alley, pulling out, a small cloud of dust. The car revved higher and higher, hitting 10,000RPM easily, the engine sounding absolutely gushing, the noise of the Wankel rotary roaring, not like a throaty V8, but like it screamed, escalating in pitch whenever you thought it just couldn't. The car idled through the alley, as Ross hit a hard right, the iconic flip-headlights replaced for a modern LED and halogen lamp replacement, that beamed blue light strongly, Ross opposite locking the car onto the road, before hitting gears. It shifted fast, second, third, and he was going 90 comfortably, the Garmin already picking up to where the race route was. He turned on the carphone, already pitching in Kimberly's number.
"Hey, babe. We're headed on our route now. I can hear you, can you hear me?" Ross added in reference to their engines in the distance, as he looked to Ellie, before the black and yellow-skinned rotary's exhaust backfired, before Ross hit the throttle again, darting down the wide streets, with little regard for the speed that was accumulating.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

(I owe you all a post!)

Wizard looked back at Eagle, his mind back on the job at hand, nodding.
"Sounds good. Slow moving through a minefield, worst when it's in an environment like that without and tools, but once we get something mapped out with recon, we can figure out our approach. Take it step by step, reframe, and make sure we're where we want to be, not where they want us to be. I'll move on your call, let's not rush this." Merlin commented, nodding regarding the operatives.
"If they're a threat, we drop them. It's going to be difficult to get up close so they don't detonate, if that's their ROE." Was all Merlin had to say, as he heard the Canadians talk. Looking to the Norwegian of his team, he chuckled, making a remark.

"Fucking Canucks....eh?" Merlin merely commented to Viking, his tone sarcastic as ever, as he looked back at Blacktail and Joker. He shrugged his shoulders, as he looked out at the scenery of the islands in the distance, and the team that he had to hand in the cramped chopper.
"Lads, I'd suggest we keep a tight search on when we're out there, make sure we don't get caught out. Jungle's a heated place. Let's give em' hell."

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Wraith nodded to the Pole, adjusting the earpiece, as he looked at the Bor, then back at Scooter.
"Got it." The Kiwi replied, as he adjusted his own AUG, keeping it pointing down, adjusting his boonie hat, the ghillie's hood not wrapped over his head fully, knowing it would just get too warm in the airframe for that right now.
"Ever been to jungle like this? Fucking spiders, man." The New Zealander added, right now, Ed must have sounded like Crocodile Dundee to Romek, even though the two accents had a difference. Training in Borneo with the NZSAS was an experience to say the least, and he was still getting used to the madness that was high humidity and thick jungle, critters and shit that wanted to kill ya.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

So....anyone posting?

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Not the best post, but eh.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Merlin nodded, looking down. He was being given frontline command of this. It was how he liked to lead, from the front, not behind. He was a rather objective Captain, CWO Bastion saw that he had the nerve, he would resolve this, hopefully. And he'd deal with the FNGs, which was another good thing....probably. He had his own mind on who to take, and his mind was formulating who could do what with him.
"Understood, Cap'n." With that, he headed into the armoury, and begun kitting up. FN Minimi, in 7.62mm round. It was normally confined to the M240, or the Mk48, but it had been put into a Minimi's capacity, albeit a little more specialised. Merlin liked it, the Para being lightweight, yet carrying a 7.62mm cartridge and an aluminium buttstock, making it feel compact, close-in.

And in his hands, it felt like an implement, you could pull the trigger and shit out bullets till that barrel glowed, and anyone who was standing in front of you, even if you didn't hit them, was on the floor dead, or crapping themselves. Psychology said that you trained to hit your targets, and the capacity of a man to shoot back, while being shot at, was what defined their training. Merlin simplified that in his head. You suppress, you lay out, and if your bullets don't connect, someone else's will, repeat, adjust, and move when needed. It was moving with dynamism, not standing around that made an automatic rifleman in the capacity of a special forces team capable with a gun like this, the CWO reminded himself, it was the ability to lay out more fire, over a longer period of time, than a rifle could match, that a team like this always needed. Not that Merlin exactly didn't do imprecision either. He took his AOR1 fatigues, as well as the rest of his gear, slinging his quad-NVGs over the top of his rucksack, as well as his trusty door-opening 870 MCS, and P226, sliding a magazine in, the .357 making him feel like a fucking cowboy, but with a friggin' Sig, the round having a nice punch that he personally preferred to .45 or .40. He looked over the rest of his equipment, and then back towards Edward, before looking over the men, looming around, eyeballing still. He'd only have his P226 as a silent weapon, but that was fine, given that chances were, reconnaissance didn't mean popping fuckers left right and centre, until you really wanted to make a dent with all firepower needed, CWO Bastion thought to himself..

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Stepping onto the helicopter, Merlin sat in the side, the doors wide open, the FN Minimi sitting neatly, pointing downwards, as he looked across to JB, as he took the pictures to hand. Satellite, and UAV recon. The latter didn't sit well in Merlin's head, it was too easy to see a drone sometimes, especially against an advanced foe. This wasn't the Taliban, but it would take a simple radar device that from a force that blew it's own operatives faces off with a chip, would seem at least relatively simple. Would they know who was coming though? Some Americans, but loud, or quiet? Merlin seemed to favour the latter, even though he did feel tempted to do the former. He adjusted his specialised headset, mounted underneath his beanie's pattern, covering his ears in the chopper, as to talk to JB, looking at it all.
"I'd suggest we post up ourselves into three. Scooter and Wraith can act as our ranged element as a sniper fireteam, and can post themselves up on the southern flank, picking an OP and shooting point to conduct observation and long-range supporting fire from, cleaning out any orbital patrols they find en route to thin them out, quietly. Topography says we've got elevation, the rest is flat, but dense."

"I suggest you take Wolfman, Dash, Breach and Chip, Captain, as a primary Fireteam, and designate fireteam names as you will. And me? I'll take Blacktail, Viking, and Joker, as a secondary, used to apply pressure to a different point when, AND where, we make the assault. Way I see it, the base is well defended, and is reinforcing, it's well designed to sustain an assault with minimal numbers of troops defending. Towers deeper inside....shit. Some rats hold their jaws locked when they bite into razor wire, so they pull it all apart when they chew. Same applies here, but if we're wire, if you understand me....but good recon can offset that. For example, here." With it, Wizard pointed out the defence on the eastern side, the opposite side of what appeared to be an entrance.
"Elevation, density of forest, problem for them, solution to us, and with enough firepower, a staging point for my fire-team...we'll act as close-in reconnaissance. You can take the south-western approach, and sledgehammer into the place when ready, you blow shit apart and act as a blocking force, while we scalpel the wankers. It cuts any vehicular transport, and anyone who wants to run into the jungle is ours." Merlin added, smirking.

"Valkyrie think they can make people fear them, because of their mystery. It's the moment we mindfuck them, we get the upper hand. We scout, observe, wait, and strike when it suits us, and when it's going to cripple their structure of command and ability to deploy." Merlin added, as he looked across the helicopter, sitting on the edge, the noise now escalating as they headed out.
"We can't afford to rush, only if the situation demands it. We make sure this is a strike of our choosing, we see the people we want, and we bury it. Have we got any artillery or air support on station, if we need to put more dakker onto those bastards?" Merlin's voice was crystal, knowing by dakker, it would be pretty clear he meant blowing shit up.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

"That's why we're good at this shit, mon cherie." Natalie's Russian hardness never, ever melted, but underneath that, you could almost imagine that inside that suit, was a red-dress wearing femme fatale, from Paris, the blood that ran through her veins sometimes coming out, replying to Victor, and that hidden excitement he had. It was fucked up, but somehow, knowing that they were in the heart of darkness, raising hell, was what made it what it was. Ross and Jenny could only look on, a little bemused, at how the two interacted, as Ross turned to Carl.
"Neither do I. But we're in the heart of hell now, and someone's got to go and confront the demons inside." Ross simply replied, putting his visor up momentarily, clearing the sweat from his brow, as he put it back down, watching as Victor and Carl looked around. For a moment, he didn't understand why he was looking back....and how it almost turned ugly, the noise of Natalie's equipment and suit turning around almost 180, almost like a rhino at Carl, before Victor was already first. She stayed quiet and stopped dead in her carbon-fiber-titanium hitting tracks, as Victor loomed over Carl, making the poor fucking guy probably shit himself, she thought. Well, if he wanted to admire her body, she'd give him that.
"I'd prefer you didn't use that scanner on me, Lieutenant. Or you're going to be looking at one soon of your own broken bones. Be lucky there's a fellow First Nations between me and you who understands too.....or you'll forget that flesh you saw faster than you think." She was cold, the ice that could be heard through the comms clear as day and yet a little with laughter at the end, as she turned, looking at the other female operator of the team, who looked like for a second, had just kinda had everything that needed to be said about the subject by Natalie, Jenny only nodding out of a scared respect. She didn't like being a bitch, but hot damn, if it wasn't fun sometimes.
"Too much? Sorry, I can't help it....but you should totally get one. Or a camera inside for you? Don't want you losing your mind in there though...." She said over the private comms line with Victor, chuckling a little, as she turned back to the corner, and the other troops that were holding the point, watching, waiting, if something would change.

As Victor and Carl moved through the alley, the noise of gunfire being heard, the soldiers on the defensive point waited. Natalie span up the GAU-19, as Ross moved behind, chambering a round, Natalie looking back.
"Ready?" She said, visor open still, as she locked it shut. With it, Natalie, like a bear of some kind, hauled the tri-barreled gun into her two sturdy gauntleted hands, and readied herself. Then, the noise of shots could be heard in the hall. She moved around, into the smoking fire, and stood still for only a second, to open up.

Whatever was left was torn apart, .50 rounds bludgoning the rest of the soldiers, the 7.62mm rounds that the other men were firing down range having little effect, as they pushed through. Natalie and Ross pushed forwards, Ross taking out a couple as Natalie hosed down the group that were on the defense, Natalie providing suppression fire as Ross and Jenny ran over the battlement, as the anarchy began. Natalie moved forwards, and moved quickly over the battlement, as Ross, Jenny and the rest of the soldiers provided cover fire, and they began to sweep, clear, and rush into the very veins of the inner compound. The noise of Carl's HEDP could be heard, blowing apart the computer servers, the lights cutting for a second, before coming back online, the whole mountain feeling like it was being blasted apart in times when there was a loud explosion, even though they were deep inside now. As mad as it was, Natalie knew that it was people like herself and Victor that embraced the chaos, and fought through it. Perhaps Ross and the others would see less to that.

"Good to hear, Lieutenant. We'll regroup further down, there should be a command centre in here. We can meet there." With that, Natalie led the way, heading deeper into the mountain, over the piles of bodies, and blood that lined the plastic floor, the place a mess, that for certain. They headed through the corridors, towards the apex of the base's last usefulness. The others were staying back, leaving Natalie, Ross and Jenny to sweep ahead with a smaller team than they set out with, headed to the command area of this high-tech base, a stark contrast to the 1800s fort outside, this being pulled from what felt like the future. They had no idea of Zara, none yet whatsoever.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

We need to bust some skulls in this RP soon :)

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Ross struggled to put two and two together, as he realised for a second, who this girl was, more and more, the image clicking that this wasn't a stranger from even a one-night stand one day, it wasn't anything like that. It was Ellie fucking Dorian. It was hard for Ross to get his head around who she was entirely. Life had split them, then put them back in this moment for some weird, strange reason. The past that they had. It felt like things were going, pacing, as he just let the words spill his tongue.

"No way." He almost froze for a moment, his brain fucked for a second in confusion and then clarity which didn't action itself the noise calming down of the music that was playing in the background, as a grin began to open up on his face. She was absolutely beautiful, not like Kimberly, but the face, the look, everything just seemed to come back to mind. A childhood they missed, in some ways, the dreams that they once sometimes told each other, the flame of his youth, but one he just didn't see any more in..well, he somehow assumed that wasn't a thing. No. Looking back at Kimberly, he saw the look of turmoil in her eyes, he had learned to see past her straight face, as he sat up a little still smirking madly.
"Your Scots accent's changed...but I know who you are." With that, Ross chuckled, smiling at her, his concussed, slightly buzzed state picking up piece after piece, knowing things had changed greatly, they were two different people. Seb and Ellie had to be the wingsuiters, he realised, that was what she did. Part of Ross was in amazement. But here he was, racing cars too. And quickly, illegally, and with a good tempest to run. And yet even Ross understood that. He could see Ellie's eyes burn like golddust, the spirit of something that he now remembered seeing.
"Kimberly...we were friends a long, long time ago. Can't believe this. Wait, so you follow Seb on his antics?" He asked, talking to lots of people at once it felt like, in a little confusion. Sebastian laughed, sitting by Ellie's side, watching her blush a little almost, as he looked over.
"Yeah man. That's crazy, dude. Can't believe you two knew each other years back!" He said, the Austrian a little amused by the sight itself, that this weird coincidence had played up in the way it had.
"Yeah, we did. Shit, that is something." Ross said, as he shook his head, almost in disbelief again, as he drank down a little more, smirking.
"So, how've you been? God, it must have been more than ten years...more....you've got to have had some adventures." And with that, Ross started the conversation up, and they realized there was a lot to catch up on, on both sides, stories of speed, adventure and love that they'd both found.

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"I promise!" Ryan said, chuckling, as he clanged his cider down, chuckling.
"Only racing a 600bhp rallycross car, that has enough speed to blow a hangover away. I'll leave it." And with that, Ryan finished his cider, knowing Regina wasn't looking on approvingly.
"Beer's shit anyway."

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Edward looked back at the Norwegian, just hoping he wasn't being mistaken for an Australian by Viking, he seemed to respond that way, but not acknowledge it yet. Most people did. Christ, their flag was a lot alike, and they sounded similar, but even so.
"No, I suppose Vikings don't. But they're kinda scary anyway if you ask me. Old warriors, right?" Edward replied, as he finished up with his gear, hearing the call out from Romek. A little blase, but still, it was something he knew he was well equipped to serve.

"Scooter, I'll take you up on that, mate. I'll get my ghillie and spotting device set." The Kiwi added, as he took the rest of his equipment with him. Taking a lush green ghillie suit, one of many that appeared to be now being set up within the armoury. It was going to need a lot of work done to it, that much he knew, it would need a lot more natural foliage, but it would slip well over the uniform, covering his back and a little of his front, though not as much so as to not make him fucking boil to death, or become a stationary wookie. With spiders making nests on the bipod, no less. Christ, that was a scary thing to see when waiting, but getting local foliage would help, as he finished up equipping his full set of gear.