FourtyTwo

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(I liked the idea of these little fanfics for Juggernauts, so hey, here's one for Natalie doing what sexy female giant Russians do best. You could have a training montage of Victor, or some shit :D - it's a one off for the moment, but I will swing us back for sure.)
(I think I'll make it a two-parter, as I think I want Natalie to kinda get her underwater on a bit better. You can go on with Carl/Victor in the background as I wrap it up and bring it back full circle to the two coming back together again.)

Black Eagle
Part One: A Russian Holiday

2200 Hours
In a bay 20km away from Kyrenia, Northern (Turkish) Cyprus

Natalie smirked at what she heard on the radio, aware that everything was a go. She huffed hard into her rebreather, the wetsuited giant now flippering her way on the bed of the Mediterranean Sea, aware that today, was a day to have some fun. She let a hard one go, as she felt herself rocket forward, the bubbles exploding from her rear and quickly felt herself get propelled forward. It had been a long time since she'd done an operation like this, just a spare one in her time. The PMC had her on an official contract, to get shit done that they were contracted by governments to do, but this was a more local job. A friend in Russia had promised at least 50 grand if she managed to get a certain Nikos Androkis killed. She had traced him, found him, and found out he was a local Mafiosi type in Northern Cyprus, running both a brutal human trafficking ring from Syria to here, along with a drug and prostitution ring. The money was simple- the client had seen her daughter brutally murdered at the hands of the organization he was linked into, and this was pure revenge. Of course, Natalie was perfect for that- and the matt black wetsuit she wore revealed that she wasn't exactly underarmed. A big rebreather sat on her back, and her weapon of choice was an AS VAL, of course. Four USP.45s were on her legs and her chest, and she wore an adapted chest rig, though she knew that those weapons compared nothing to what she'd give away. The zip held for now, of course, but the suit was tight as hell, and the water, slowly darkening, wasn't revealing much. From a distance, you knew you were screwed. But as Natalie covertly swam into the sheltered bay, under the waves, she felt confident.

Breathing hard, as she saw the coastline come up, she began swimming upwards, her VAL at the ready as she knew she'd chamber a mag as soon as she came up. A combat knife sat at her hip, and she knew that today, was going to be a good day. The giant emerged like a silent ghost from the water, her hooded neoprene head covering her blonde hair, and a rebreather and mask covering her face. As she felt land below her feet, she loaded a mag in, the female terror cocking it as she scanned around, her breasts pushed upwards and clearly a noticeable feature- that if the size of the diver wasn't scary, that they were. She took into account the situation on the beach, and decided it was safe, before taking the mask off, and her rebreather pushed into her mouth. She breathed hard, as her breasts for a moment stretched the material, before then taking her flippers off and moving silently and slowly to a wooden boat for cover. It was there that she reached into one of her pouches on her small chest rig, pulling out her phone. Her big hands were finding it hard to operate the Android phone, let alone the fact that they were gloved- but she managed, somehow, to access the camera function. Posing for a selfie, she put it upwards in the air as she smiled, the VAL in hand. She typed in a small message, and found Victor's number, before hitting send.
"I'll send another in a couple of minutes, this little job is fun, #deadmanwalking"
This, was called a typical Natalie proposition. She knew that he had been hard at training for the last few weeks, and since the balloon, she had been all around to deal with a literal mountain of paperwork for the two of them, as well as meeting family. Her father was still going strong, and Catherine was taking care of herself. Natalie knew they were two very different people, but she looked out for Catherine, even though she wasn't biologically related. A woman of different tastes to the behemoth of a female beauty and brute that Natalie was, she was still her sister after all, and for however long she had known, keeping her safe was the one thing that Natalie cared more for than the thrill of her work. She got back to work however, as she waited for the right moment to move.

From there, she checked over, aiming down the magnified PKA-S Holographic sight mounted on the weapon, before flipping it back off to the side. She moved up the silent and secluded beach, moving towards the dunes and shrubbery, going down on her knees as she stayed out from two soldiers. She watched as they went almost out of sight, before following in, heading towards the mansion that sat on the coastline. Keeping her weapon primed, she kept her head down, as she watched them go inside, before moving up towards a stone wall, where she tried to keep herself down as much as possible. The mansion seemed like it was about 20 years old, not being particularly modern or old in any type. But she saw a way in. She saw them turn away from the windows, aware she was cleared to move. When you're 7"2, moving stealthily is a hard practice- but Natalie seemed to be almost ghost-like in the way she moved, aware that she was in a clear. She came to the side of the house and began climbing, clambering up some vines before shifting her weight over towards a balcony. Grabbing on to a metal support underneath, she was a storey upward now, with another two to clamber. She heard a door creak, as she heard the door of the balcony above open up, Natalie holding on tight as she pulled herself up, the large black sliver in the evening light hard to spot. She heard talking in Greek, of someone on the phone. She heard him go back inside and shut the door, as he switched to English. She recognized it now, the audio file matching to what she had heard prior of his voice from a vague brief she had dug on him.
"Yes, I am alone. Look, the Constantine sails at 11PM, and it brings you 1,500 redundant G3s for the 200 women you promised, Ahmed. What? Look, I don't give a fuck, you get it done or no guns. You know this shit I could sell in Europe for almost half a million? I'm doing you a fucking favor, you get guns, I get the slave labor in every shitty textile factory on this island supplied, which you know I have some influence over..." Natalie heard, cringing as she heard what she did. That was horrific- the guy was supplying Syrian Jihadis, and Natalie reaffirmed that thought in her head. She pulled herself up further, the metal slightly creaking as the man yelled.
"FUCK'S SAKE, AHMED! Your're just as bad a fucking capitalist as I swear half your fucking rebel group is, the Syrian government would do me a better deal. Look, I don't give a shit, they not there, I'll make sure that our deal is over by the fucking hour...oh, fine then. Bastard." Natalie heard Nikos say, before throwing the phone out, swearing in Greek. She pulled herself up, throwing herself onto the balcony as Nikos walked away, her heavy drop onto the tiles of the balcony clear.

She let the AS VAL sling over her back, as she looked at him. She let her zip go down at the front, her breasts bulging as a moment of terror filled his eyes. Natalie brought a breast to bear from her slightly unzipped front, as she charged him, the gangster almost too lusted and confused to pull out his Makarov and shoot the giant woman that had completely snook up on her. The moment he did, Natalie, in her glory, lept, like a lion, almost too much. The 5"11 Greek was insignificant compared to the 7"2 Russian, who simply wasn't going to go down. Two 9mm bullets slammed into her side, as she was unfathomed, and on top of him, bringing them down heavily onto the tiled floor. Natalie slammed her elbow into his shoulder, dislocating it and stopping him from popping another shot off as she hammered hard in the right crack of the bone, before slamming him in the face with her right bosom. He howled in pain quietly, as Natalie covered his mouth, and fully unzipped the front of her wetsuit with her left hand. Her left breast revealed itself, almost glazed as it burst out from the tight wetsuit. Natalie refused to have them enlarged, but when you were this large, there wasn't a point. And in her relative youth, it meant that she was indeed, a definite sight to see in this department.
"Guess you won't be making any more lives hell. When I die, I'll enjoy making yours one when we got to hell together my friend." Natalie said quietly to him before putting both her breasts over his mouth, squeezing tight as she heard him kick out, and try to pull her off with her left hand. Slowly and surely, the man suffocated, and to the advances of the giant female, he couldn't breathe. Natalie pressed down even more, before turning his entire neck sharply, and easing off. She looked down, and spat on the man, before looking at her wound. On her, it wasn't bad- to a normal person, that would be a bit more significant. But she was thick skinned, and her muscle seemed to have acted like a last layer of defense. The bullet had mostly skimmed, and was a non-hollow point, so she got to work on scraping it out with a knife, before finding a temporary gauze to use in the bathroom. She dragged his body in there too, and found some painkillers in the cabinet, quickly taking them with some water, washing the blood out. It wasn't massively painful, but she knew it was better to treat it now than later. She could leave it, but it would significantly damage her abs in the long term if the shrapnel moved- and of course, it would. But it went to say- even a nine mil didn't really faze Natalie, even when she wasn't armored.

Placing Nikos's body on the toilet, she pulled out her phone again, swallowing as she then sat down by the dead Nikos. In a sick picture, the topless Natalie, both breasts visible to the eye, as well as Nikos's dead and slightly bloodied neck could be seen, as Natalie typed another short little message, aware that with Victor, putting it plainly was too boring. This on the other hand, had been a fun and wild run.
"I don't think he'll walk again...I'll be on the 9AM flight to Brussels babes, I just got something more to deal with. And I'll get a shower :D #Deadfucker "

Looking over, she knew that they'd never bother about him, not the CSI or anyone due to the corruption. Taking the zip of the wetsuit, she yanked it back up, but found her breasts stuck in the way.
"Fuck's sake..." She said quietly in Russian, tugging and pulling as she breathed in, hoping that it'd go back, as she heard Greek out the door, and sighed. This would have to be done the hard way. She walked out, putting her head under the doorway, she waited as they knocked on the door. Half a minute later, one opened the door, and looked around, confused and dumfounded. The second followed in, and cursed, before Natalie emerged from where the door was hinging towards. With a quiet whistle, she emerged and slammed a powerful kick into one of the men's groin area, before overwhelming the second man with her two breasts of mass suffocation. She snapped his neck quickly, before putting a single AS VAL round into the man on the floor. Trying to zip her wetsuit up, she felt the zip finally go, as it pulled cleanly upwards, and packed her breasts back into line. It was almost a comedy scene, as the 7"2 female walked past the dead bodies, now looking for a different way out. She'd have to go loud.
Going through the door, she moved up as she heard yelling coming from downstairs, making her way through the corridor. Opening a door, she found herself inside a bedroom, and found herself shocked at what she saw.

Three women were tied down on a bed to the railing, yelling through muffled gags. Natalie drew her knife and cut them, quickly aware that reinforcements could come up at any time. She was sure that the AS VAL was silent death, and in her thick arms, it was almost an insignificant tool. It was almost silent, but the two men had gone down without much of a fight, and she was sure there were another 15 to 20 around here.
"Thank you, thank you!" One of the women yelled in Arabic, as Natalie put a finger to her mouth.
"Keep quiet, stay here. Free the other women- you need to run to the local town, and find safety. Follow the beach in a direction, just keep running- I will stop them from finding you." She said reassuringly, as she knew that the women were intimidated by her sheer size, but saw the woman with the wetsuit a liberator, in some regards. They got up, and kept down, as Natalie moved out the room, moving down the corridor. A few men could be heard yelling, and Natalie, crouching, was ready. As two rounded the corner, they were wiped out with five bullets between them, the subsonic rounds hardly making a noise. The only real noise that anyone could hear was the noise of the chamber of the AS VAL having a new round chambered, and the bodies coming down.

Natalie moved fast, along the wall, the ex-Spetsnaz, Super-Heavy, and all round Amazon now a force to be reckoned with. As she emerged into the hallway on the first floor, she moved from cover to cover, spraying two targets with hardly any recoil kicking into her large shoulder, before vaulting over a table and taking down another gangster. She ran for cover as G3 fire sprayed throughout the mansion at the front lobby, with Natalie grabbing a frag from her chest rig before tossing it over and quickly sending a new magazine into the empty subsonic weapon, letting the mag drop. The frag took out three who covered by a piano, blowing large chunks of plaster and stone everywhere. She moved down on the steps as she took out two more down, the 9x39mm round having a high penetration, and being accurate- with her size making the carbine-sized weapon like a machine pistol to her, and with only a pinprick of recoil kicking back. She walked down, as bullets flew past, and she was forced to roll down the stairs, straight into the way of another gangster. He had his weapon readied and heightened, but Natalie was not a fair match for him. Because Natalie was simply able to grab the end of the weapon and the gangster's arm, with the man trying to punch out. He landed a hard one in her face, but she was more resilient than that. She threw him around and held the AS VAL in one hand, using him as a human shield as she sprayed into the man that had shot her when she was on the stairs, filling the man with rounds as she felt a couple stick out sore in her side, making a slight pain. The rounds had massively reduced in velocity, but they hurt like fuck, even to her. She reloaded again, dropping the man down, before letting the weapon slide mid reload as she saw five arrive in a car outside. The first thing that hit her was the fact that she had about four USP.45s to use, and with good reason too. She pulled two out from her knee holsters, and shot repeatedly at them, sliding into cover behind a stone plinth at the front of the mansion as she tore through them, quickly taking them down. Once they clicked, she pulled the second two out and ditched her two onto the floor- this pair being unsilenced, and took two more that ran out and towards her side, through the kitchen, before taking them out. In what felt like a bloodlusty frenzy, she had clocked up a good number quick, and felt unstoppable. She looked out at the front, and whistled a small tune, feeling the pain come back. Approaching one of the men by the Bentley that had pulled up, she dragged him out of the passenger seat and executed him on the spot from his incapacitating shot, before looking around, and almost coming down on the seat of the Bentley.
"Target is down Caribou, most his fuckers are dead, and I've taken a couple of shots myself. When you see the post mortem, I think you might like this."
"Roger that Black Eagle, make your way out of there and back into the ocean. The trawler that inserted you will leave in 30 for Alanya on the Turkish coast, and the fifty grand will be in your account by midnight."
"Well, I think there's a bit more I want to do. Pay me the money later. There's a crate that's on that trawler, and I need to get to it. There's a boat full of guns going to Syria that's going to bring back women of a similar age to your daughter to this island in a couple of hours, and I think that if you really want you're money's worth out of me, it's a good idea that I stop it right now."
"Well...now you mention it, my daughter was killed at the hands of these ruthless bastards. You killed their leader, and for that, I would pay you what you say. But you say this, and I understand. What is the ship's name?"
"The Constantine, moored in Kyrenia. If you could get a GPS reading on him, that'd be much obliged. I won't make it to the port before it leaves, and it'll be too messy. Tell the trawler to await me. I got a way to get these fuckers." Natalie said, looking down on the bodies, before moving quickly back through the house, and checking her rebreather tank, and her kit. She finished the reload on the AS VAL, as she listened to what Caribou had next to say.
"Okay. I will try and get my contact to get a route of the ship as well as keep a track of it via it's GPS, and advise you on where to intercept along it's route. I will pay double, but only because I know that these filthy fuckers are going to do it to other girls. She meant the world to me, Black Eagle. I do not care for them as much, but if those bastards live another moment to carry on making this system work, then I'd find any thug I could on the streets of Moscow and tell them to beat them with crowbars. You cost more, but with that track record of yours that your handler gave to me, I am assured you will do this best." Caribou said in his heavily accented Russian accent, as Natalie replied respectively in Russian.
"Good. This is going to be good, indeed." Natalie said, a smile on her face as she made her way out the back, bodies scattered everywhere, as she ran back to the beach, going over the dunes and past the boats. She threw down her flippers and quickly put herself into them, as well as putting her AS VAL on her back. She put the rebreather into her mouth, and the diving mask, breathing hard as the seven foot two female jogged into the water, diving in as the waves crashed by in the late evening daylight, going under as she now swam with the fishes.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfyT56_kmTE) This sparked into life as the female giant kicked hard, her hands by her side as she swam fast and furiously, the silence of the water now filling her ears, as the black wetsuited female fatale was in as quickly as she was out. What she had planned had been a backup, a plan that she didn't want to resort to, and in the end, had chosen not to go with on this mission. It was about 5km to swim to the boat, and it would be a good amount of time, diving underwater, till she reached the trawler, where a large crate had been held. It was made out of titanium, and seemed massively out of place- with another wooden crate with a bunch of canisters within it. Either way, Natalie was coming closer and closer, and time ticked by, as she kicked hard, her rear sometimes exploding with bubbles to give her some energy when she felt like she couldn't kick her legs out of sheer repetitiveness. It spurred her onwards, and slowly but surely, she was getting closer, and closer.

A few minutes later, the sky was almost black, and Natalie was now on the surface, looking for the lights of the trawler. She saw it vaguely come on the horizon, and swam quickly, aware that the men were looking with searchlights into the water. She swam straight into the middle of one, her rebreather making her noise a very eeirie one as she sucked huge amounts of oxygen in, and carbon dioxide out, to be recycled for her to then breath back in again as pure O2. A rope was thrown out, as she grabbed a hold, clambering her way up onto the side of the trawler. It was reasonably large- with about 10 men present to give her the extract, many Greek in origin. They seemed natural about her- though many knew that this big-breasted, giant of a woman in a wetsuit was clearly up to something more than just an evening dive. But, in return, they got five grand each in US Dollars to keep their mouths shut, and that was enough reason, as well as her intimidating pose.
"Ah, it is good to see you back? Caribou contact us, tell us to get your crate. It's really....heavy!" They said, as five of the men barely were able to lug one of them to the back of the boat, where Natalie smiled. The rebreather still sat in her mouth, and with good reason. She reached for her vest, and pulled out a small canister, pulling the pin and dropping it on the ground, nodding her head as she spoke through.
"Thank you. Sorry for this." Natalie said through the rebreather, as the men suddenly coughed, and due to their concentration, found that the gas had almost rapidly exploded and quickly gone everywhere. Slowly and surely, the knockout gas acted, as it took over the seven men at the back, and seeped into the preperation area, where it knocked the last three out. It was industrial grade shit that she had used- it had a potency to hit at 50m, and it had done it's job more than effectively. Best of all, the wind cleared most of it away quite quickly, and she was large-lunged, so when she took her breather mask and diving goggles off, it wasn't so much of a problem to her. Taking her wetsuit off, from the cowl to the big hefty rebreather, she smiled as she opened the crate, aware that it was time to go back to what she did best. Tipping it over, it took almost ten minutes for her to scoop it on, but when she did, it seemed that the seemingly innocent diver had gone from being a femme fatale, to Athena in one stroke.

Taking the other crate, she pulled out the large number of tanks, placing it upright as she checked the suit she wore, and the minigun that was now in her hands, with the rucksack and armor making her feel like only a tank was a fair match for herself. A compact flamethrower sat underneath her ammuniton rucksack, and as she stood, legs wide, supportive of her heavy weight, she let out a warcry that shrilled over the sea. A huge reinforced rubber balloon covered her wholly, and as she hooked the valve up to the tanks, she heard a rapid hiss, as the entire thing inflated. Today, was the first combat test of her helium suit, in combination with her super-heavy armor. Exhaling hard, she put her faceplate down, and felt powerful, the weight on her feet reducing as she felt almost overwhelmed and completely taken over by the inflating helium balloon, that almost expanded her size to 12 feet in the pitch black. Her vision went blue with a specialized tinting of her optics, and she could see in the dark, aware that as she lept off the surface of the trawler, she could now walk on water, looking down on the sea below as she stuck half-out of the helium balloon, half in and now taking flight. The propellers on the legs and arms kicked in, but it was nothing compared to her own gas burner, which kicked up water as she let one go, taking her higher as she checked her GPS and current bearing. All was good- she was on track, and ready to make the world hear more than just a roar. Bear was back.

Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea
2330 Hours

Black Eagle
Part Two: Noble Gas

When you're Natalie Denisova, sometimes life is a little less than real. She knew that for herself and Victor, life was superhuman, life was something...different. Like a different breed of human being. Being this size, and of this military capability, meant that you were definitely a weapon in yourself. The pitch black night, with a howling wind to the west, waves breaking below, suited the female super-heavy quite well.

Because when you're wearing a 12ft tall, physically huge helium suit that almost envelops you and acts as an extension of your size, fear is only the start. Natalie held her M134 clutched tight, watching as the waves crashed below her, and she flew silently in the breeze. The slight whine of her fans on her legs could be heard, firing at full pelt, and her occasional gas burner, or farts, kept the entire thing upwright. She jiggled a little in her armor, as she engaged a call through the suit's visor. She felt invincible, like a God. She was floating in the breeze, like a leaf, yet encased and protected. If the suit took a few high powered shots, that was it, but herself, she had no fears at all. Her rucksack was loaded with plenty of mixed incendiary, tracer, explosive and AP rounds, so she knew that she was ready for whatever was on there. No doubt it would be a cakewalk, but she'd have to align herself, and hit hard. The noble gas, helium, was doing it's job perfectly, and she felt as if she was truly unstopabble. The world in blue outside her thick face-plate seemed desolate, as the waves crashed everywhere in the rough seas.
"Caribou, this is Black Eagle. I need a precise GPS on the ship, I am headed west right now. Oh...and tell the ship crew not to worry, I have done it for their own good."
"I understand, Black Eagle. I've sent them to your phone, they should pop up. How on earth are you getting there?"
"No need to...." Natalie said, as she paused mid sentence, to let a spicy one go, leaving an almost blue flame to emerge from the rear of the helium suit, and into the air, propelling her forward. The wind carried most of it, as it acted as a giant sail- but not only that, the fact that she had already made it to above 40ft meant that the wind truly kicked. And it was sending the right way.
"...worry, Caribou. I have my methods, you have yours. I'll be done within half an hour, want the boat sunk or want it...well, donated?"
"Your choice. Contact me when you have them all neutralized, I expect to hear the best." Caribou responded, Natalie tsking as she heard what he said.
"You'll see. Black Eagle out." Natalie replied with a cold reply, moving her arms and in turn, part of the suit to better catch the wind, making her look like some sort of ghost. Except much, much scarier.

The GPS co-ordinates propped up, and using a vocal command, she managed to configure it with her HUD. 2km ahead. She hissed, and felt a rush as she expelled some excess air in her stomach, giving an orange glow as she caught speed and seemed to move like an undetectable bird of prey, except much, much scarier. Breathing hard, she saw the outline of the ship, as minute by minute, she came closer. The boat was a very large trawler of sorts- not to a freighter, but was significant indeed. A couple of floors, and a bridge, though it wasn't immense. It would be an interesting job. Natalie saw a couple of men on deck, with a few halogen lights, and a few small containers. Widening her legs, she adjusted the pitch of her fans, already stabilizing to take a more vertical approach from her previous 45 degree angle. She felt the battery slowly wind up the minigun in her hands, and her armor felt activated, already assessing the targets ahead. But she didn't feel like it. Deactivating her fans, she let one more go, as she felt herself almost completely catch up, the fart explosive in it's compnent and energy. A man walked along the deck, whistling. Natalie smirked. He was at the back, and out of sight of the others, completely. She knew in the darkness, she was invisble to him, and soon, he'd be dead.

Slowly and surely, the wind blew her onto the back, with Natalie feeling the entire suit blow around and almost throw her off pitch, the helium holding the "legs" of the suit that enveloped her own armor already take foot. Natalie whistled, as the man stopped cleaning the deck, and saw a sight he would never remember. A 12ft tall, bipedal rubber helium balloon, with a human semi-enveloped within, who was herself encased in a suit of armor that bullets had no effect against. Natalie fully knew that the suit was worth 40,000 dollars, but it wouldn't be exactly useful today. The design was standardized for her, and she could probably have another one done, for that sort of price. And she wouldn't be exactly able to hide this thing very easily. But she'd have some fun while she could.
"Sucks to be you!" Natalie said, firing the M134 downwards at him, the recoil throwing her entire helium suit back off the deck, as she sent so much lead at him, it completely riddled him to bits, as she activated the fans again, and put her visor down. The wind gusted hard, as she felt herself be thrown forwards, just past the bridge, and now come into full view. She chuckled, as she sprayed shots, like an Angel descending onto the area, the matt black coloring of her clearly too much to bear. It was insanity, and something that the Captain of the ship dropped his jaw at.

Natalie took out the first three who saw her, spraying anything and everything on the deck. She saw rounds fly past, but the sheer volume of fire coming down now was scary. The floating empress of the sky was truly making their lives hell, as she let a fierce one go from her rear, leaving an orange flame to erupt from the rear of her suit, throwing her forwards and lower as she swooped in onto the deck. Taking out two more, she felt rounds slam through the suit and all over, aware that her time was coming to an end. Helium leaked quickly, as she tore through the gunners on the bridge, taking them out quick and fast before she felt herself quite literally, run out of air. She took out two more, before coming down softly on the deck, still shooting. She unsecured the various karabiners and straps with a knife and some force inversely, clambering from the black and now rapidly deflating suit to head onto the deck itself. She took out two men behind her with a wild spray, before walking slowly, and ominously. It didn't matter that she couldn't fly- it mattered that now, she couldn't be taken down.

Two men came out of the base of the bridge, and got torn to shreds, as Natalie moved slowly, and surely. The weight was heavy, and she felt truly unstoppable, as she was supressed by a small group on the bridge. Moving forwards, alone, she saw the door for the bridge shut, as she chuckled. Pulling out a small slab of Semtex, she wedged it into the hinge, and backed off a meter, before detonating it. The door collapsed, and she let her M134 hang on her suit pointing downwards, as she drew the small flamethrower. Walking to the door, she kicked it in, and got immediately to work. Flaming anything she saw ahead was incinerated, as she felt someone jump on her back. Almost crumping, she pulled him as hard as she felt she could over and threw him down onto the floor. Looking as the room cleared of flames, she put her faceplate's visor temporarily down, and stood above him.
"Naughty. I'll make it quick." Natalie said, as she walked forward, and the man screamed in horror, the flames coming from a different direction.

Natalie put her faceplate back into position, sighing with relief, as she walked up the stairs, flamethrower in one hand and a Spetsnaz Machete in the other. Time for minigunning had ended- it was too unwieledy in here. Bullets sprayed into her as she walked up the stairs, as an RPK tore into her, Natalie walking forward as the men quickly realized something. A grenade went off behind her and barely fazed her, as she walked further into the bridge, the big control room where Natalie knew that anyone left had made a last stand, unless they were in the cargo hold. Natalie made a gesture to "Come Here" with her left hand, as she sprayed flames around the room, taking out four out of five men, which was a simple job. Her footsteps were loud, and her legs were wide, to keep stabillity, on the moving ship. From her armored boots, up to the thick neckbrace and faceplate, along with the shoulder pads and arms, it seemed like a professional armored division would be needed to take her down. In comparison, two dozen seamen with a good supply of guns but a complete lack of knowledge or expectancy of her one-woman insertion and airborne assault would quake in insignificance.

She lobbed a cluster grenade down into the next stairwell, coming down in following of it as she heard it take out two more enemies, Natalie spraying flames as she walked and stabbing anything that she saw move out of any corners. Already, the Spetsnaz Shovel had a lot of blood on it, from already finding it's way into a couple of people. It could be slashed, mashed, bludgeoned or stabbed into enemies- and Natalie when she used it kinda lost count of which particular way it had been used. It was enlarged for her hands, and had been very useful indeed. Natalie kept moving, feeling bullets spraying up from the next stairwell as she came down them. She almost tripped, as she shifted her weight, the armored tyrant pushing through enemies like they were nothing. Coming into the cargo hold that had formerly been an area to process fish, she saw the rest of the men make a last stand, and one armed with an RPG. Natalie's mind rushed, as she let the flamethrower go back into the holster and her M134 replace it in both hands, but she wasn't able to get a shot out. She saw the warhead slam straight into the hull above her as she moved away from the stairwell, showering her with shrapnel and rounds, and creating a ton of dust.

But that wouldn't exactly end her, Natalie smirking in thought. The hull buckled, as water slowly flooded in and covered the floor, and Natalie moved quick, spraying rounds as they hopelessly tried to kill her with bullets. They pinged and ricocheted, off her faceplate and off her suit, just going hopelessly and pointlessly away. Natalie felt a hint of rage and adrenaline kick, as she took three out with a spray of fire, before running like a beast untamed towards the one that had fired an RPG. She aimed deliberately at his legs as best as she could, but instead, ended up taking his arm and both of his legs off completely, in their whole entirety. The large-breasted, invincible God of a Russian that Natalie was too much for the seaman to comprehend, as he howled and whined in pain, Natalie chuckling. Natalie bent over and slit his throat, with the salt water now slowly mixing with the blood that had now spilled on the floor.

All in this time, Natalie knew that the hull of the trawler had been completely ripped apart, and despite the fact that the RPG-7's warhead in this sort of proximity seemed to be moreover an explosive, HE round, it had done a lot to the integrity of the ship. It entirely tipped to the side, and slowly and surely, the floor below her feet was filling with water. She knew she had an O2 supply integrated into the suit, and would survive a plunge into the rough seas of the Med. The worry was, she'd sink like a brick to the bottom, and she'd have to get clear of the ship if she wanted to activate her emergency buoyancy device. Some would say that Natalie had an unhealthy obsession with balloons, but to her, it was the more majestic ways of staying alive. For a low-altitude drop, or a bad one into water, it allowed her to land safely and float, albeit awkwardly in water. The ship was going further and further to the side, as Natalie saw the gap widen, as she saw the entire ship suddenly lurch, and the crates be thrown on the side. She felt herself be thrown over, into the side that was now filling. Checking her visor, she engaged the O2 in the suit, and inhaled sharply, as she slammed down into the side, landing on her rucksack as a buffer. It felt almost impossible to move, but she rolled as much as she could, feeling the water rising. She moved towards the whole and pulled as hard as she could, kicking out, aware that she was sinking due to the sheer weight. That was a plus after all- and she'd have to get clear first of the wreck. On the plus side, it meant she wouldn't have to blow this thing up herself, but if she stayed in here another minute longer as the entire thing sunk, she'd get killed by the pressure when it hit a certain depth.

Scooping herself through the hole that had been created through the hole, she felt herself sink faster than the ship, looking up on it as she kicked as hard as her legs allowed, aware that it wasn't going to do much. She was strong, but if she couldn't even run in this suit without tiring herself out, kicking against the water would be suicidal. She saw the hole she had kicked out from become slightly more distant, as she sucked in some more oxygen, and reached down on her suit's front. Pulling a yellow cord, she felt a orange balloon erupt from her side, expanding from a small canister on her hip as it flew over her front. She felt herself rise as it completely brought her up, past the wreck of the boat now capsizing into the sea and herself now go straight up.

Coming up, she felt herself surface, with a giant balloon covering her front and leave her back up in the water. She exhaled hard, adjusting the balloon so that she could move onto her side so she could look out on the wreck.
"Fuck." Was the only word she uttered, as she thought of what to do. While she did, she thought of making the first action that she could, to keep Caribou in the know.
"Caribou, this is Black Eagle. Ship is in the bottom of the ocean, guns are gone, and I'm sure that there's no human cargo aboard that was worth saving. Sea will eat this thing away- don't worry about me. Put the money in my account, and you know, if it isn't there when I check my phone in a couple of hours..."
"I understand fully, Black Eagle. Nothing less. Excellent work- I will cease communications, and this line never existed, in any format." Caribou replied, as Natalie listened.
"Never at all, Minister. It's been a pleasure. Goodbye." Natalie said cheekily, aware that the man she was on the contact with was high-up in Russian politics, and that it was almost a stark reminder for him. Despite that, she was going to get paid, and the money would be in soon, for a few more things that were "nice" in life for her to get. 100,000 Dollars couldn't buy a beach house, but it could sure as hell help, with what pay she was getting from the PMC.

Five minutes later, she realized the only thing she could do to get herself out, and that was of something she hoped a friend in the RAF would one day repay her for, was the only way she would get herself from being a floating balloon in the rough Mediterranean into a rescued Super-Heavy. It was too long a time ago, but she knew that if there was one thing this friend had, it was the right positioning at the right time. Vocally adjusting the radio frequency, she pitched into a certain number she remembered from a very long while ago, aware that this was the right frequency. RAF Akrotiri was a British airbase on the south of Cyprus- and one of the XOs here was a memorable co-coordinator for the PMC's activity. Natalie had remembered providing defense for a airbase in Sierra Leone upon the end of one of her contracts with Victor upon a small rebel attack, and had singlehandedly with Victor, stopped the advance with sheer firepower. Major Hensham would definitely remember her, she hoped when she gave what she needed to know over the open military comms.
"Akrotiri Tower, listen carefully. This is Mike One, Bear Three Four, requesting a line to Major Hensham."
"Sorry, who is this?" The ATC operator responded, as Natalie sighed.
"Give me Hensham or else you'll be out of a fucking job. Tell him that order of words, and he'll know precisely what he's dealing with." She said coldly, as talking could be heard on the line, before a curse word could be heard from a senior figure.
"Holy, fucking shit. Is that you Bear?"
"Who'd you fucking think? Now, tell your staff to get off the line. Switch to Line 29, and make fucking sure it's secured, then we can talk. You owe me." Natalie said, as she felt the waves throw her large figure and balloon around, aware she couldn't see the wreck anymore.

Some static could be heard, as Natalie heard Hensham move to her new frequency, and sound a little quieter, and in a different room. She could tell- the acoustics weren't the same, and she knew he was fully aware of her.
"Okay, there we go. What's happened? You haven't started WW3 on the island have you?" Hensham ,said, with a stereotypically English voice. He sounded like he had graduated from Oxford and was the poshest you could get. Perfect for a overseas deployment, Natalie chuckled to herself.
"No...okay, sort of to some people....no, no. Basically, I'm somewhere in the middle of the sea, and I need a helicopter to recover me. You've still got Bell 412s on station, correct? And a military complex?"
"I see. How will we find you? I can't see how.."
"If you keep your end of the deal, then I'll make it fitting for your end. I've got a GPS tracer on my suit, and I'll send it to your ATC if you want. In return, you get me a helicopter with a heavy winch, and I'll make my way back to yours. I'll pack my shit and be out before the morning even sees sun. Call it an "unofficial" search and rescue for your men, and if they ask, tell them that it's beyond their authority. Remember Sierra Leone, me and Brute made life much easier for your ATC crew and defending forces. So you know, either I'll wash ashore and really make your life hell, or you make amends and keep your end of the deal. Oh, and you know, the fact is, I'll toss you some cash your way. A couple of thousand pounds without a trace in your account sound good?" Natalie said, hearing sloshing continue, as she disengaged the O2 supply, looking out on the world as she knew it would be a miserable time waiting out. A response took a while, but eventually, Hensham found the balls to say what he knew pained him.
"Okay....I'll send a crew right away, after your GPS co-ords come in. Don't give me any cash, I'll assume we're even after this?"
"I've got too busy a schedule to plot revenge and wipe your airbase out. So yeah, we're even." Natalie said, half serious and half jokingly, as Hensham took it on as best as he could.
"Roger. GPS is in and tracking your position, we're sending you a search and rescue. Anything to look for..." Hensham said, as he thought through precisely what he said. If emotions could be conveyed down the phone, Hensham saw what Natalie's face had on it.
"Oh, oh right. Umm...on it then. Give us forty-five minutes." Hensham said, resoundingly, as Natalie felt herself float around in the ocean, and the entire world blur away.

45 minutes later, and Natalie's orange inflated buoyancy balloon, along with the black and red suit's silhouette were filled by a massive searchlight, as helicopter blades could be heard. The search and rescue team cursed, clearly reassured by Hensham on a different comms channel. One of the Bell 412's crew opened the side door and in tandem with the helicopter pilot, looked out as a small winch lowered itself down from the side of the helicopter, aiming towards Natalie. Natalie saw it coming and clipped it into her harness, letting the balloon deflate and via a reverse suction, suck itself back into the compressed canister, as she secured the winch. Giving a thumbs up, the heavy winch pulled her in, slowly and surely, as the kept her faceplate down and covering her face to avoid revealing her identity. The armored soldier was huge, and barely fitted in under the blades, as the crewman wailed in fear, sitting down as she unclipped herself and sat down, exhaling hard as she pulled the minigun down. Natalie shut the door, and only needed to say a few words.
"Thanks. It's always scary to meet me- but remember, I'm just a myth. A legend." Natalie said through the suit, as water poured from off of her, and the helicopter flew back to base. She had to sit sideways in the chopper, and felt cramped as hell, as the crewman felt incredibly awkward around her.

About an hour later, and Natalie found herself in RAF Akrotiri, Britain's airbase in the sun that currently had darkness and floodlights filling it. Opening the door herself, she gave a final thank-you, before seeing a lone figure await the helicopter. The man was 6"0, and seemed like he was in his 40s, clearly an old-school officer. Major Hensham.
"Bear, it's been too long. Now, I understand that you don't want to reveal yourself, but we need to perform ID checks here..."
"Fuck off. Remember the deal. Now, before I become a burden and too many soldiers here begin taking their phones out, I'd like to get a briefing room with a padlock, and a crate. A C130 comes in two hours to resupply the base with people on R and R, and thanks to arrangements that my PMC made, will take my shit back to the UK and then to youdon'tneedto knowistan. I'll borrow one of your Land Rovers and you, and I'll go to Limassol Airport, to get me out of here."
"I've got a shift, you're being completely unreason..."
"Again, I'm seven foot and happen to have a minigun and a very pissed off atmosphere about me as well as the habit of saving a dozen Brits from being blown to bits by RPG and technical fire on a runway in Sierra Leone, and oh...I forget, happen to have the opportunity to cut your testicles off and feed them to the rest of your men. Your station, or you, will never hear of me again. Or otherwise, I'll HAVE to piss you off for the rest of your life. Sound like a deal?"

0700 Hours
Somewhere over Germany, in a 737

Music: Sigur Ros, Brennstein http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV2IkSpRPtU

The flight was dull, and boring, leaving a few hours ago from Limassol Airport, straight for Brussels as a chartered flight. And Natalie looked awkward, sitting in the window seat as a couple of tourists on the mostly empty plane stared at the seven foot two female, sitting in two seats and listening to some music (the above). She wore a pair of jeans that seemed massively out of place on a normal human being, but fashionable on Natalie's frame, whilst also having a white and blue checked long-sleeve shirt on. Her hair was tucked into a bun, and her breasts didn't stick out as they usually did, thanks to the power of a new bra she'd tried on lately. It seemed like to a normal person, she was just a little big breasted, not the usual glory that now dead people and occasionally, Victor, had thrust into their faces. Natalie smiled, the Icelandic band soothing her ears, aware that the few hours had been good. She pulled out her phone, and sneakily, checked the internet function, logging onto her Swiss bank. The funds were indeed there. She smirked, before switching back to her texts, and looking for something. A small message popped up, and Natalie grew exited, wanting to see what Victor thought of her earlier adventures. There was going to be a lot of story telling to do, and most of all, a lot of explaining. Natalie leant her head back, and sipping down a cider, looked out of the window at the cloudy dawn that arose, aware that her suit was on the way to the UK and then eventually, to Australia, along with her being able to get herself to a normal state. She had met with Hensham and got her demands, leaving the base quickly and quietly, before going to Limassol Airport and saying an unpleasant goodbye. Tickets were quick, and she was now here. Waiting to arrive in Brussels, which would be within half an hour. And early, no doubt. The last twelve hours had seen her diving, breast-strangling, AS VAL spraying and praying, knocking out as well as flying (herself), minigunning down guilty-fucks, and escaping a sinking ship as well as floating, being winched out of the Mediterranean and being armored as she did well. In some ways, it was just a typical day for Bear, Black Eagle, or Athena. Either way you knew her, she was walking thunder, and at that, she was going to watch her boyfriend do the literal same to a load of weights and concrete.

(That's the end of my mini story, "Black Eagle". I'd say that over the course, it's like a reintroduction to Natalie in some sense, and I really wanted to see what it's like to see everything she does, though not all of it fit in. From going from a one-woman stealth machine to a one-woman flying army, it's mostly there. I've got it out my system now- so hopefully, this should be the last of the epics that you might see with Natalie.)

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC
Post by kingkonrad » Thu Jan 09, 2014 9:34 pm

Somewhere in Northern Afghanistan...

The world went slow, almost to a dead halt. The paraglider leant over, almost 90 degrees to the ground in it's turn, with the black canopy in mid-flap, blanketing a small part of the sky to the side of the two within. The two heavily armored soldiers sat totally focussed, trained, unrelenting. The Mk19 spewed a 40mil ,with an orange yellow flash of brightness filling the area from it's muzzle, and the Juggernaut who sat behind it seemed content, almost the same as Ross in that moment did. Time as a memory had stopped in their heads, cut out, mid flight, as they felt trapped in a moment. Through the visor, Ross felt an inch of perspiration, as almost in a split second, they were propelled back into life, back into speed. He leveled the whole Flying Devil out, as the 40mil continued to spew rounds below, taking out hostiles that were flanking the Juggernauts' friendly on the ground.
"Erik, we're bugging out, hope you enjoyed the fire, out." Ross said simply and calmly, as he saw most of what had been assaulting his position to be decimated, or at least now flanked and fucked up by the moving German, who seemed much smaller than he really was from this height. Ross checked the GPS and flew back on co-ordinates set for FOB Nevada, aware that it was likely that their work today was done, and they'd be going home.

"Hold up the fire, Carl, we lit them up enough mate- let's not turn it into a scar on this earth." Ross said simply, as he looked over the terrain they now flew over, leaning back as he knew that they had done it. They felt like birds of prey, hunting and taking down their targets well. He looked over his armor, and saw a couple of pretty bad scratches and impacts, aware that he'd have to get it back to a workable state when they got back, and at least replace a couple of the ballistic plates. Their armor was full checked by a base technician, and the armor's composition was effectively controlled- with the dragonskin layer, as well as the kevlar and ballistic plates being needed to be expected in every anal detail, to find no tears, shatters or effectively weak sections. The suits could take a hammering- Ross had himself seen the suit just about take almost 100 rounds of M240 ammo, and be still in a workable state- it was insanely protective, but in reality, if a Taliban with a PKM did that to him, he knew that the chances of psychologically taking the situation to account as a normal one wouldn't apply- it would probably create internal wounding, from the sheer force of sustained fire. Either way, in the mines, it had meant that they could go head on into a situation where that was the only way, and win. And now, as they flew over the arid landscape, back to base, they knew that they had done their job as best as they could.
"Fuck, remind me to bring this thing home. There's some beautiful parts of the UK I've got to see in this thing, it's just so responsive." Ross said, easing on the throttle as he knew that Carl had probably finished with the 40mil and the Hellfires, and was less focused on target identification now. There simply wasn't any targets to pick up- not even the Taliban went into the middle of an arid area like this, and Ross knew that even if they did, the exposure down there was mental. The arid ground was half-desert, and even a few dunes could be spotted from time to time, in between the rocky valleys and dried up river plains.

Re: Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC
Post by BigPapaBelial » Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:05 am

Carl gritted his teeth, a soft hiss sighing from his mouth as the Mk19 coughed and spat. 40mm rounds hurtling groundward, kicking up pillars of smoke, fire and dirt, ripping cover apart, and ripping targets to pieces with HE conviction. For awhile there he shared that slow motion moment with his partner Ross. He watched the 40mil cycle, spent shell casing clinking out of the breech, spinning off to the right, the gun chambering another round then the puff of white smoke, flame and the silver and copper HE round sailing off. He looked almost right down at the ground for a moment, then time caught up with them and he was scanning for targets again. The 40mm kicking again as he ripped apart some flankers. Carl whooped, a good and proper war whoop, something his ancestors would have been proud of. He took a moment to pull a grenade from his harness, pull the pin then huck it down over the side of the paraglider, watching it flip before it disappeared behind some rubble, then kicked up a cloud of debris as several badguys went running. He smiled and pumped his fist calling out, "Score!"

As the Devil swung around he tried to get a few more rounds off, but his angle was all wrong. His fire slowed then stopped right as Ross called for him to hold fire. He clicked his radio, "Good luck Erik, save travels, we'll see you later maybe." Carl let the Mk19 swing, and leaned back in his chair. It was then that he noticed the state of his hands in his gloves, they were shaking from adrenaline and sweating at the same time from holding the firing grips of the 40mil. He let his hands relax into his lap. And took several long slow breaths, "That...was incredible...I'll bet you not even a true CAS wouldn't have done as much damage we did out there."

He gave himself a look over, finding dings and dents in places, a few rounds stuck between armor sections, stopped by the pressure of the plates squeezing the round. He had to pull off his visor and take a close look at the impact fractures from where the round had struck his face plate. He nodded hefting it, "Thing saved my life." He wiped his face slowly, sighing softly, "Time to calm down, take stock...enjoy life abit." Carl sighed, letting the tension ease out of him. In their line of work stress and tension was something they dealt with alot. Didn't mean he could contain it all. He rolled his shoulders, taking a moment to look out over the land, "Reminds me of the Drumheller badlands...just less hoodoos, and more sand...still has an beauty too it." He leaned as far back as he could in his chair, "So...home we go then?" He turned to grin back at his partner, "Sound good Cap'n?"

Re: Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC
Post by kingkonrad » Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:42 pm

"Definitely mate- I want to get back to a brew or something decent at least. Shit, we sent out a hell of a lot of ordinance, and precise too. An A10 is scary, but shit, it can't deliver rounds within 10m or precisely take out targets like we can." Ross replied, looking over at the Canadian juggernaut sitting ahead of him, turned around.
"GPS says another 30 klicks. Shouldn't be too long- I don't think that anyone survived in the village, or down at the mine. If anyone did, they know that the ISAF forces here are packing more heat than they'd initially expect." Ross added, looking out on the plains below them, the emptiness and occasional greenery making it a strangely interesting clime from this altitude.

About an hour later, more urbanization propped up, and a base could be seen on the far outskirts of a small village. Ross looked on over, already aware that they'd completed their patrol for today- they wouldn't be called out to head towards a more inaccessible area, and would be coming back to FOB Nevada for some R and R.
"Command, this is Knight, we've got visual on base. Requesting to land on the northern field, on the helicopter prep area, how copy?"
"Command copies, you are cleared for landing on bearing 080 on the field. We'll get that thing packed away, good job Knight." Ross heard, as he looked to Carl, already putting his visor up as he looked out on the base now passing below. He let the throttle drop and grabbed a firm hold of the toggles, turning left before coming in into a hard right to kill some speed. He eased off the throttle, letting it come down to around 30 percent, before diving the entire paraglider. They hit 60mph, as Ross pulled hard and came in for a sweeping landing, easing off the throttle fully as the canopy used the momentum from the slight dive to keep itself upright. The entire craft slowly inched onto the ground, the wheels contacting hard as the suspension brayed and shook, with Ross's foot completely off the throttle now. Slowly and surely, they coasted along, only taking about 50m to stop, before Ross completely disengaged the engine. Like two badasses, Ross watched the canopy come down as he bundled himself out of the paraglider, Mk48 in hand, as he saw a couple of helicopter ground crew quickly come over to push the Flying Devil away, and into storage. Ross looked over at Carl, and a smile on his face, his visor up, he knew they'd done good. A simple fistbump followed, as Ross slung the Mk48 over his shoulder, the two armored soldiers weathered from the storm and from the fight.
"Command, we're on the ground, the Flying Devil's done her job for today. Any further orders?"
"That's a negative, you're good to go for some R and R Knight. 2nd Lieutenant, I need to see you immediately, after you get your gear sorted out." Command spoke, as Ross whistled, in a sort of interested way. It had to be a promotion- it couldn't be anything else, Ross thought, otherwise it would be through him. As they headed off from the helicopter area, and into the FOB central, Ross looked over, aware that Carl must have been surprised.
"That sounds like a good thing to me Carl- I think you're going up in the world when you're hanging around me. You deserve full credit for whatever he's got planned for you." Ross simply said, as he pointed towards the armory, wanting to get his suit off and at least get some rest in.

As the two headed in, and Ross led the way, opening the door, the back of another Juggernaut could be seen. Ross instantly recognized the camo pattern, as Jenny turned around, smiling- her faceplate off, yet the considerable armor still making her look like a force of nature, as the two others were.
"Hello lads. Looks like you had fun out there?" She said cheekily, as Ross knew that she was only doing it to piss them off, aware that she was fully aware of her position among men. Her tomboyish ways meant that she seemed to click better in their ranks, and at no point, did anyone ever raise that fact in front of her. Ross knew openly well, that when she said that she could do something, she was like them. Perhaps maybe more fragile, but no less, still more determined and adept at making her mark than he knew he would be. She enjoyed what she did, and knew she'd never change her femininity- but to Ross, that was what made her, her.
"Shit, since when'd they send you up here? Nice to see you Jen." Ross simply said, as she kept her FN MAG held tight in both hands, the weapon clearly kitted well to her.
"They said that Erik needed a friend, and I'm going to probably work with him for a little while. That said, I'll probably see you guys around for sure. Just some more patrol ops, with Moore too- shit's quite quiet here, but they need someone like me to deal with when shit gets tough- and it seems that when they attack, they really surge at us." She said, as Ross walked past, heading further into the kit room, where he got to work getting the suit off. The helmet first, and then the neckbrace. He managed to bit by bit, get out of his arms, chest, legs and boots, the heavily armored soldier coming down to a regular t-shirted SOF operator. The backpack fed Mk48 sat on the table, and his chest rig, sidearm and M32 were also there, with the suit being placed on a rack.
"I heard over the radio what happened at the mine- they just brought the hostages back, they seem happy alright." Jenny said as Ross continued, wiping the sweat off his brow as he checked that the suit was neat and tidy to be taken by the technicans later- the suit being modular, but one intraconnected unit, and for sure, a suit that was very hard to separate. A good thing ballistically, a bad thing organizationally. Carl's had undergone some serious modification in Canada and suited him much better to comprise of the hammer to Ross's anvil, he recalled- and knowing him, was likely easier to take off.
"Hmm...to be modest or not, that is the question. Maybe one day they'll remember us, those two armored soldiers who blew up half a mine to get them out and stop them from being turned into Al-Qaeda's newest executions. Anyway, you should get going. We've got R and R to enjoy, and you know how it is." Ross added, as Jenny nodded, the female Juggernaut seemingly a strange choice when looked upon from afar. It was the way she walked, and moved, that set her apart from Ross and Carl, and almost nothing else. Just this air, that the Taliban must have felt- that they were about to get a lesson in firepower deployment from a woman with a GPMG and a serious fucking fury. Her distinct northern Scots accent, half scary and half enticing meant that sometimes, you had to quickly decipher what she said before replying. It wasn't usually that thick, but at times, you could tell it wasn't going to be easy to understand.
"Yeah, I'll see you lads around." She said, as she walked out, her footsteps heavy as she turned her back on the two, Ross fully aware she'd be going out to have some fun with some enemies. After all, she had around the same level that Ross had in his armor- and at the same time, had a whole infantry fireteam to give some more fire if she wanted it. She could move unimpended through fire if she was covered, whereas Ross and Carl would have to rely on each other for suppressing, or flanking fire to charge- but when the fire wasn't heavy enough, the power of two meant that the two defied 7.62 bullets, and hammered forward towards enemies, armed and armored heavily enough to really mess up someone's day.

"Her arse looks good in that thing, gotta say." Ross said casually and almost openly to Carl, chuckling a little as he headed outward, going towards his quaters on the other side of the base. He turned his head back to Carl, as he walked on, aware he had to go another way.
"Anyway, see you in a bit mate. Good hunting." He simply said, as he brushed the dust off his combat fatigues, and headed off for a quick Thermos-based cup of tea. And it'd be a good one.

Re: Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC
Post by BigPapaBelial » Sun Jan 12, 2014 2:56 am

Carl held onto the side of the Devil as they soared in for a landing. He was alot more comfortable with the flying machine. He no longer feared it'd come apart on them. Well not as much anyway. He listened and felt as the throttle was left off little by little, he smiled, calling back to his friend as they touched down, "Damn you're good at this man." He smiles, waiting until they came to a stop, grabbing his kit from the holders in the glider, and hopped out. Stepping up onto the edge and then down to the ground. He hrmed as they got the info on the RnR and that he was to report to command once he's out of his suit. He quirks an eyebrow, "Huh...wonder what this is about?" He grinned abit at his partners idea, fist bumping him, "A promotion? You think? Been a second Louie since I mustered out to Arctic patrol. Guess it would stand to reason seeing I have a definite MO now, and have the training to show for it." He walked with Ross to the Juggernauts hanger. Then let out a crowing laugh, "Jen!" He smacked her shoulder in greeting. Stepping by as he made for his portion of the table as he began to take his stuff off.

He smiled, "Good to see you again Jen, so you're Erik's back up? They going to partner you two up?" He looked at her curiously as he pulled his kit off bit by bit. "The kid's got the good deal if that's the case. With you mentoring him, he'll be up to snuff in no time, and we can do four person missions in no time, just remember to give him a good run through. Don't want him embarrassing us at the wrong time." He waved to Jenny as she set out. The scoffed at Ross, "You know, eventually she's going to hear you saying something like that, and she'll deck you. But if you fancy her, you better make a move before Erik does. Me personally, I don't like the idea of dating my co-workers. Bad for moral." He grins broadly again and takes off his chest plate, placing it on the table and sighing in relief, "Oh yeah, that's the way it should be."

He waved to his partner as he walked off then put on a standard issue cap, buttoned up the front of his fatigues and made for the Command HQ.

It didn't take him long to get there. Checking in at the front desk to a very harried looking corporal who waved him in to the commanders office. Where he was then waved over to the major's office rather then the colonel's office. He was asked to remain sitting, as the major was busy.

About 5 minutes later the major comes out and leans on the wall across from Carl who is sitting. Carl makes to get up, his arm already cocked into a salute as he does. The major grins, then salutes him back, "You juggernauts are like gods own finger Second Lieutenant. You fuck shit up, and you do it in the most incredible ways, me and the colonel both agree that you guys are like a miracle. Now the captain is all well and good. But some of the command staff are in agreement that your uniform does not match up." He dug into a pocket then tossed Carl a long black box. Carl caught it. Looked at the major who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Carl opened the box and found a dress rank cuff. One full bar and one half bar. The Canadian barding for a lieutenant. The major smiled, "You'll be getting the rest of the paperwork within the week. And all the shit that comes with it. Congratulations lieutenant." The major flashed a salute. Then picked the small button out of the box and affixed it to Carl's chest and shoulder where they should be. Carl nodded slowly then saluted the major. The major nodded, "Dismissed, enjoy yourself son." He then walked back into his office.

A few minutes later Carl slid into a seat across from Ross, placing a glass of iced sweet tea and a bowl of stew with some bread to go with it on the table. He nodded, "You were right." He smiled and dug into his food, "I owe you a beer I think." He grinned at his partner.

Re: Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC
Post by kingkonrad » Mon Jan 13, 2014 2:09 am

"Maybe. But not the piss poor stuff they usually do here. Something proper. And it's good to hear dude- I think for you, First Lieutenant will suit you well" Ross said, chuckling, as he drunk some more warm tea down, aware that despite it being hot, it did nicely for his throat. A Mars bar was it's assistant, and for some reason, Ross had found that the quick fix was usually quite a pleasant one. Drinking some more down, he looked out on the rest of the mess hall, before turning back to Carl. He had seen the new ribbon on his sleeve that showed his rank.
"She's a good one alright. But you know, as you say, co-workers. I had a friend of mine back in the Paras, who had to work with a bird. He was Comms, what we called a "Bleep", she was a Combat Medic. Anyway, because the two of them were posted to each other, and already had relationships back home...one training exercise, guy broke his fucking ankle. Goes to medical, and guess what happened...anyway, he told me later that the sex was just to get it out of the way. I mean, they both knew full well what my mate wanted, and he got it. Call it an unorthodox approach, but after that, never any animosity, or anything spoken on it whenever we were on ops. Crazy world we live in, to say the least- though I do suppose that he did fuck any bird that moved." Ross said, thinking back, as he explained onward.
"To say the least, Corporal Maxwell to this day is still a bachelor, and I can't see him exactly getting married." Ross said, chuckling a little as he thought back to his old Paras platoon. He had started there as a Lieutenant- and then moved to a recon element, the Pathfinders, where he led a squad and went up the ranks. Eventually, he applied for the SAS- and the story of his life began there.
"Man alive, that was some good ass shit. We really peppered them today. Better doing that kind of shit than going with Moore's guys no doubt, we really showed those Rangers what two guys can do alone."

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

The OOC to Juggernauts begins here. CSes and so on will probably go here.