FourtyTwo

Task Force Hephaestus

(Since he ain't posted, I'll carry on the flow. Hope everyone's still in- I want to keep this RP flowing, and get some shit blown up shortly. )

Huscarl looked over his shoulder, checking the SCAR-H in his hands, moving up as he took the head of the wedge, looking back towards Praetorian and Mischief, who were keeping point.
"Eyes open. CSAT patrols from here out, they're Recon so they don't fuck around. 6.5mm rounds too, when you hear them you know about it. Keep moving." Huscarl said over the comms, keeping a clean sweep of the area through his holographic sight, aware that they could run into anything and anyone. He adjusted his ECH a little, Husky moving with a pace now, as they moved tactically though the forest. Huscarl kept cover by a tree, letting the wedge spread forward a little, as he then moved back up towards the front, aware that Praetorian and Mischief would see the first of any contacts.

A few hundred meters later, and Husky still hadn't seen anything, suprisingly enough. The thick pine forests combined with the sunset made NVGs a pretty tempting option, though Huscarl kept his off for the moment, as he kept moving, keeping his pacing he looked ahead.
"Shit. CSAT patrol, three men, just to our left at about 100m. Looks like they're headed our way- we'll have to engage, stop them from coming down any further. Mischief, Praetorian, you're cleared to engage from your perspective- everyone else, find cover and ready your shit." Huscarl said, looking over, watching them follow the beach as Huscarl moved to a tree, scanning one of the four men in the patrol, aware that the team would probably share targets. When Mischief and Praetorian fired, Huscarl knew that he would have the first man, right at the front- and knew they couldn't fuck this shot up. If they fired one off, or got on the radio, they were as good as dead. Huscarl simply put three shots into the first man's chest, aware that the CSAT infantry, their fatigues a grey hex scheme with a Katiba in each man's hand, weren't going to last long. The man dropped, as Huscarl watched the rest take their marks, watching on as he moved from his cover, aware that they were close now.
"Targets down. Okay...Athena, from here, you'll keep command of the rest.- you need to find an observation point that gives you a clear view of Camp Zephyr. Identify Sickle, designate the target with your laser designator, and call it out to Spartan, our Greyhawk on station. It's going to be a danger close shot, since they're using Anti-Personel AGMs, but it should wipe the camp out, and probably clear the infantry presence- if any stragglers are left, you know what to do. We'll be working on the clock from that, so no fuck ups, or you'll be in a real world of shit. Once you've blown the place to hell, go in, find the documents off our HVT, and get back to the boat- it'll be good enough a distraction for me and Mischief to cause some carnage on that submarine, so that we really hit CSAT in the balls. We all good?" Huscarl said, reloading the SCAR, as he looked over at Athena, aware that though she wasn't exactly his second-in-command, she would do the trick for now, and get to job done. He looked over to Mischief, and looked out towards the other side, aware that they had little time as it was, giving a signal for him to fall in on him as Athena took the rest back into the forest, going north towards Zephyr.

"Well then Mischief...let's get to work. I've never blown up a submarine before, but I'm sure it can't be too hard with the explosives we've got, and the fact I've looked into the plans of this thing. We just need to disable it mainly, turn it at best into an immobile and dead beast- the engine room and propeller shaft would be a good shot to go up, and since most of the crew isn't on the submarine, we'll be able to tear it apart. Reckon we'll be able to have the charges set from the exterior, or are we going to have to get messy?" Huscarl said, looking at Mischief with a certain look, knowing he'd probably know better on that regard. He knew it was just two against a very, very significant resistance- and he didn't like that at all. None the less, Huscarl knew that this was what they did best- and if this worked out, the anarchy would be just enough for himself to get the job done. Huscarl took point, as the pair were now moving along the edge of the pine forest and also northwards, but moreover towards the submarine and the concrete pier where it had been just able to dock up, in order to wait on Athena's callout of the missile strike on the camp.
"If it's another day of getting our feet wet, that's going to be fun to say the least." Arran said in a semi-serious, semi-joking way, as he kept his pace, aware that both him and Mischief, along with Athena's team, were moving quickly now, since time was of the essence- they had very little of it.

Moving up towards another pine, Huscarl dived down to a prone position, pulling out his Rangefinder from his hip, as he quickly had a look, aware that if they moved any further, they would compromise themselves. Keeping quiet for now was of the essence.
"About six CSAT Navy guys on the pier which is about 150m, godknows how many inside. There's a patrol team moving back to Zephyr...we are going to really, really need a distraction here. If Athena's team opens up hell on the camp, I can't see the navy guys moving, but we can make use of it to take it out." Huscarl added, looking over at the Czech soldier, a man who Huscarl knew reasonably well but knew would fit into the team better shortly. Putting the magnifier over his SCAR's Holographic sight, the pair waited, waited till Athena designated the target and told Spartan that the camp was fit for basically an annihilation.

Task Force Hephaestus

Hellhound, but he hasn't bothered. I'll post up shortly as a result- I'll do it at around 1730GMT or so.

Task Force Hephaestus

Fair enough- reckon you can post up soonish Hellhound?

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(Shorter post than I usually do- I didn't really have much in the way of ideas, though I will write a long one as it all escalates to set up the shot with a transitional.)

Andrew looked over, moving up onto the roof as they came out of the main factory itself. moving through a ladder that was covered by a hatch for roof access. Scanning the area, he switched off the rifle's light, letting Nolan ahead as they now had to head up the ladder, which went mid-way up the cooling tower on this roof. Andrew kept his Mk18 high, keeping an eye out for any movers down below as he kept the weapon readied.
"Let me know when you're up." Andrew said, looking towards Nolan, as he then checked the area of sniping- aware that the sightline was excellent for what they were going to do. He'd come back down here anyway, but he wanted to co-ordinate range markings, as well as get a picture of what his partner's view would be like- before setting a rappel on the side of the building to use, before then setting a few mines. They had a long, long time to wait, but snipers did that, and would wait as long as it took for the targets to arrive.
"Another two and a half hours of waiting. Better to have more time than less." Andrew said, following Nolan upward on the ladder, clambering up as he exhaled hard into the cold morning of Dushanbe- just another poor Central Asian country, with little to no political and economic stability. This was a part of the world you didn't hear about much- and the post-Soviet republics in this part of the world weren't exactly spewing money everywhere neither.

Coming onto a tiny metal platform, Andrew squeezed past Nolan, sitting down and letting his legs hang over the edge. He pulled his Rangefinder out, bringing a card out too with a marker pen.
"Okay..road is uphill and then flat when it meets the industrial area by the factory, goes from NE to SW. Goes right past the factory, though you don't want to shoot almost straight down, so the best place to shoot is where the road and the far end of the factory go parallel, roughly 600m. The massive puddle slash pothole just before that is 502m, so you can count that as 500m for the shot. Keep that as a backup if you can't get a bead at 600." Andrew said, watching on through his rangefinder, and marking the card up, setting it in such a way that Nolan could use it to mark up his shots.
"Vehicle is a modified Chevy of some sort, but up-armored. Resistant to all small arms, except 12.7mm AP rounds, simular to what you have. Now through the window, that'll just sheer it, so make sure that the first shot neutralizes the driver. The second follow up is for our guy, expected in the back- you should have shallow enough an angle to shoot Fletcher, or Ahmed at the 600 marker, but if he comes to 500, the shot will be too elevated. You can clip only get the driver at that point- and I'll have to make sure he stops, both Ahmed and Konstantin. I'll hold position by the metal pipes on the roof in cover, and once you cause enough confusion, I'll rappel down after I have it set, and clean the rest. I'll try and get the documents and Konstantin secured, either unconscious or willing, or dead if he's a threat, or if he didn't join your bullet's tip." Andrew added, still observing, the complete darkness only being killed by the distant street-lighting and moonlight keeping a little illumination around, as well as the fact the sun would be up any second now.
"Once I get him, I'll try and drag him into the factory- remember where we parked the vehicle? We'll get out of here and head across town, we've got a Land Cruiser stashed there, better than this local piece of shit- we'll get out of here and head south, towards the badlands- and deal with our guy in terms of well, what we want to know. Or at least get clear of here" Andrew added, watching Nolan set his rifle in, as he looked on, before looking back.
"Alright- I'll get to work getting the SLAM mines down. I'll detonate the first vehicle in the convoy- you know the rest." Andrew added, getting up so he could throw himself onto the ladder, and head down. He quickly came downwards, moving fast across the rooftop as he moved to his rappel point- where he'd go down it quickly, and use it to come back up when the mines were down, by clambering up via the rope.

(Retard moment at the end of this post- can you edit yours again? Sorry.)

Task Force Hephaestus

Not exactly- I mean, the teams have been linked up. Whilst Athena is the fireteam leader of Bravo 2, everyone is still under the command of Huscarl- so when he says they're linking back up and moving out as one unit under his guidance, it's moreover a case of what he says goes and how they're moving. You could just post the engagement of the enemies seen, then moving up to secure the perimeter on Huscarl's orders. I mean in future, I do want to have some reliance on one or two RPers to command possibly an NPC or even to a limited extent, played character within a sub-team. For example, Huscarl is a Captain- that's a pretty rank no matter what way you direct it. But say for example, he might be put into a scenario where he may need to deal with more squads of infantry if he is the highest ranking officer around NATO troops- and it means he can subcontract his squad and all to take command of those individual teams. That may not agree with what you would expect of chain of command and so on, but you may see that later on, that may prove to be the case.

Also, Advanced, if you want to create another character, let me know via PM what ideas you got.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Andrew yawned, waking up, as he saw Nolan watching the news, stretching himself as he looked over at the screen.
"Fucking hell, what a mess right? Reminds me again what we've got to go and cut the head off, to say the least. Alright, give me a moment- get whatever's left of kit together, I'll get my gear on under these fucking robes. Considering you have some color to your skin, you do blend in better here, if you know what I mean- not that you know..." Andrew said, trying not to put it impolitely, than Nolan's Metis heritage did have an influence on the color of his skin- and in this part of the world, Andrew was reasonably pale compared to most. Andrew headed out with his Mk18 into the room, quickly ditching his local and perhaps more traditional tan robes to grab a plate carrier underneath, and a pair of Oakley SI Tactical Gloves, in no other color than black. He put his brown robes back on over the top, and buttoned them to conceal the fact that he had some body armor on underneath, though the sub-carbine rifle in his hands gave a little too much away none the less. Aware he wasn't the sniper but a spotter, he checked his gear for his Rangefinder and the couple of M2 SLAM mines he'd use to remotely detonate a vehicle in the convoy, be it at the front or the target's- either suited him fine, depending on what was the situation. Coming back into the room where Nolan was, he looked over, looking out the window again, as he knew that they were going to have to get set up, and quickly.

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(Sadly, there might be quite a lot of jumping in this scenario, due to the way I want to play it out.)

Three Hours Later
0300 Hours

"Area's clear Nolan. Up and over." Andrew said, from his position hanging over the brick wall, as he clambered upwards, and came down with a quiet drop. He advanced slowly forwards with a crouched combat pace, the abandoned Soviet warehouse a very shit place to be when it was almost pitch black to be in and infested with mice. He scanned his Mk18 around, the silenced and Holographic-sighted weapon trusty for him right now. Though they had no NVGs, it wouldn't be needed- the shot was in the daybreak, after all, at 0600 hours. Andrew kept moving, through the side of the empty hall, when he heard a rumbling.
"Fuck, Vehicle, sounds like a lorry. Sounds like it's stopping too. Get down." Andrew said, the spotter of the sniper team moving slowly, aware that it was better to avoid than go straight into. He threw himself on the floor by a steel beam, keeping against it as watched on. The light of a flatbed lorry appeared at the opposite end of the desolate and dark factory, as it stopped, pulling left, and a flare was thrown out the side by the driver, lighting the area up a bright red. Something sent a shiver down Andrew's spine, when he saw the driver and a passenger, both balaclava'd, get out and move to the back of the large lorry. Opening the ramp, they pulled out one figure, then another, both tied up. They had weapons- a pair of AKMs, and Andrew had not a single doubt what would happen next. He realized that it was a simple choice- possibly compromise the operation for a pair of mystery hostages, or do nothing, and identify them later for whatever intel they had. Comms were too risky, it would be pointless to break out and say "We see hostages", as it was in reality, a non-essential communication in a situation where minimizing radio chatter counted. That would defy the entire point- this was as clandestine as it got, and Andrew didn't like the idea that in three hours time, a convoy would roll past to find a truck with a pair of dead armed militants- who probably belonged to the Transfacilitator anyway. If they had radios, then there was no chance of a shot. In Andrew's mind, he had to just say it to Nolan, no matter how cold-hearted it was.

"Nolan, hold fire. Let them pass, they're going to kill them and leave- I don't want to miss the shot on the bloke that gave the chance to kill almost a thousand people to save someone I have no idea about. We can't comprimise the shot." Andrew said, watching on as they taunted the hostages, who had cloth bags over their heads. The shots rang out, almost instantly doing their work, as the hostages were killed without a a plea or a yell prior- they had literally no idea of what had happened when they had arrived here, and it had come from out of the blue. Part of Andrew knew that death was something you learned to deal with, especially when you had the capability to do it from long range and see your target's face. But something didn't click. The fact, the absolute fact that he had little idea and were completely helpless because of his own will hurt most- perhaps they were CIA agents on reference to Andrew and Nolan's operations, with key intel, or just plain civilians killed in cold blood, made Andrew think it through. The two men left the bodies, and got back in the truck, reversing and driving off, as Andrew got back up.
"Fuck...there's nothing we can do. Let's keep hustling." Andrew said, moving up slowly, as the truck turned off, fully clearing the area.

Andrew kept moving at his low profile, coming to where the bodies were, his heart bitter and his head just trying to counteract that with more rage and counter-thought. He just wanted to leave it behind, stop thinking. Shit happened- and Andrew knew that he had cracked under worse. Things weren't all roses, and they could only just accept that had happened. Moving to the door, he looked on the street, the Mk18 lowered but at a position that it could easily be brought to fire. Looking both ways, he saw their sniping position- midway up a cooling tower on a factory roof, with a cramped and small metal platform being their position for shooting the convoy- though Andrew knew he'd be hitting the floor and cleaning up on the floor after giving Nolan an effective assessment of shooting ranges and the vague direction of fire that the shots would be channeled down, before staying on the factory roof himself in a different OP.
"Okay, clear." Andrew said, moving quick but low as he moved across the darkening courtyard, towards the entrance of the old factory, a few crows flying off as the city lights of the Tajikistani capital city could be seen to their right, a little more active than this abandoned complex.
"Turns out they've got a really large stash of AKs on the other side of this complex, a couple of warehouses down. Must be what the boss is inspecting- but if those were agents, we're going to have to pray he sticks to his plan. We'll have to waste them quick, and get out of here much faster than we came." Andrew said, looking back at Nolan, as he approached a wooden door, a side entrance of some sort to the friendlier looking side of the factory. Kicking the door down, he let Nolan take the lead, turning his Surefire flashlight mounted on the side of his Mk18, as he followed in behind, walking into a small lobby that gave way to abandoned machinery and tools loitered around huge segments of the factory. This place was a metalworking plant- making knives and forks in the Soviet times, now being completely abandoned and probably owned by nobody due to the fact that even the richest developers had no reason to level a place like this to replace it with a block of flats. It felt eternal, a time warp, and the place was only illuminated by Andrew's rifle-mounted torch, as well as the little moonlight. Moving through slowly and surely, Andrew saw it first- a set of stairs, that he almost could guarantee was the way upwards.
"It must head to the roof. Come on." Andrew said, coming back on point, as they moved past the machinery, moving upwards through a broken-off door and past some graffiti, towards the second floor and subsequently, the roof.

Task Force Hephaestus

Queen, I've edited around, so it's fine.

Also, Skyth, you can start on it if you'd like- PM me though. You likely already know what the Blackfoot has in terms of armament- so no need to you know, go over that.

Task Force Hephaestus

(I modified it in such a way that it still works as a shot for Bravo 1, or Huscarl/Praetorian/Mischief to alter themselves, so it doesn't interupt any continuity.)

Arran readied up, as he watched the officer and the pilots move around.
"Shit, that's a no go lads, they're round the other side. Bravo 2, take the shot, on your call." Huscarl said, targetting another infantryman instead, as he noted to his fireteam to do the same, readying his feet to kick up and give him the shot. When Athena opened fire, clipping the officer with a set of clean shots, with her team now currently engaging the two pilots and the surrounding men, Huscarl and his Bravo 1 knew that they had a different set to engage.
"Cleared hot, light them up!" Arran said directly, the rifle tight in his hands and the grip stable, knowing well that though this weapon kicked, compared to a 5.56 or a 6.5mm round, it really had some significant power. There were about six men here, not including the pilots and the officer- so Arran knew that the firefight had to be ended quick, before it escalated. Though he preferred not to make too much noise, the AAF had no wide-band comms, and that meant that they'd be unable to reach the CSAT forces in time, or the AAF in any way due to it's nature. Plus he always considered the contingencies- and he knew what he may have to do if loud and unsupressed 5.56 rounds from their Mk20s were heard.

Standing up, he shot out three shots, the kickback hard from the SCAR-H but enough not to throw his aim, Huscarl knew that one AAF man was cleanly dead, before he rectified his shot on another. A few bullets whizzed overhead, as Huscarl cleaned up the second-to-last man, the SCAR spitting a few bullets into his direction until he was KIA- the exact of what Arran wanted to get, as he knew that perhaps the CSAT forces had heard. Moving up the bush, for a better perspective, one of the AAF men was still up engaging Bravo 2, which Arran put an end to, with the last three rounds of his SCAR's magazine, the 7.62 round making a mess even though the man wore a plate carrier.
"Clear. They fired plenty of shots back that they must of heard- Bravo 2, I want you posted on the front, keep a perimeter if any AAF two-man patrols wonder through the forest to the wrong place- Mischief, get the rotor sabotaged on that Hellcat, preferably quietly, we don't want explosions in addition to that firefight we just had. I'll "clear" things up with the CSAT garrison." Arran said, moving out and around the thorn bush, reloading the weapon as he flipped a new 7.62mm 20 round magazine into the weapon, cocking the weapon neatly as he pushed up, moving at a considerable jog towards the officer that had been cleanly wiped out by the 7.62mm round. It was a mess- the headshot from that round had really made a bloody stain on the floor, and even to Huscarl, it wasn't pleasant to look at.

"Sorry mate." Arran said, finding the radio at his hip, and various calls in Farsi on the comms. It seemed that the AAF officer here was definitely connected to them in speaking it, and Arran could already tell, something was up.
"This is Viper, we hear shots, we are sending a QRF to your grid on the south, how copy Sigma?" Arran heard in Farsi through the radio, as he cursed, off radio of course. He had to change that. Languages wise, he was a fluent speaker of Greek, Farsi and Arabic, as well as French as a miscellaneous- this was almost a perfect set of languages, and it was essential if you wanted to be involved in a group such as the CTRG. Though proficiency in one of the languages was pretty much essential, knowing Farsi and Greek helped in terms of situationally understanding what they were communicating.
"This is Sigma, stand down- some of the troops shot some rabbits- sorry." Arran said as best as he could in his poor Greek-accented Farsi, taking an educated guess it was what this officer likely spoke as the language.
"Fuck's sake, Sigma. We copy, don't let it happen again- Major Masood is very tense, he is very suspicious. If it happens again, you know what we can say in relation to your Battalion commander." The voice on the other end said, as Arran made a simple reply, continuing his accent of Farsi even so.
"Understood." He disengaged the radio, putting it back on the body, looking to the other two in his team.

"Mischief, the helicopter immobile?" Arran said, the weapon lowered, as he looked around at Titan No. 1- looking abandoned on the hill, where Bravo 2 had taken the shots. It must have been out of use, or just not currently manned by the AAF garrison- though Arran had preferred if they had at least called it out.
"Okay, Bravo-2, we're linking back up. We don't want to make too much noise, but we need to sweep the forest and identify an OP, preferably 200m out from Camp Zephyr. I'll go into the specifics of how we get what we want here shortly." Huscarl said, moving back to a combat pacing as he headed back towards where he saw the other operators- Hotwheels, Athena, and Irish.
"Alright lads- let's move up. Mischief, Praetorian, on point- rest of you- keep a wedge formation, 10m spread between each man." Arran said, the sunset coming down a little quicker, the light still holding but only just.

Task Force Hephaestus

Figured out a way of changing it to make it work- and SSgt William Patterson and Cpl Ian Stanley are added to my roster of characters, as an Infantry Fireteam leader and a IFV Commander.

Task Force Hephaestus

Exactly- that's the issue, I mean I think it could be funny if Huscarl just said to them after "What the fuck." I mean, there's never a rule saying that my character has to be reserved ALL the time....and it's be an IC sort of thing, if you know what I mean.