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Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

(Have to say it now- the Brits use Apaches as the AH1 (our designation) too, not SuperCobras. That's a US Marine bird.)
(Long as fuck posts-sorry for this. It's going to stay with Natalie/Victor from now on.)

Andrew looked over at Nolan, as he cut the line.
"Probably. We need to tool up. They're deploying us into the mountains. Just beyond...those..ones." Andrew said, pointing out the window, into the distance. Snow was just about on their peaks, but it didn't coat it. It looked cold, and unforgiving. The fact was, they were going beyond 5,000m high. In fact, Mount Noshaq was at 7,500m, and at this time of year, would be freezing cold. Though some snowmelt would exist, it wouldn't be much, and Andrew could only expect having to deal with serious altitude sickness. The middle of the corridor was a relative river-valley, with some plains that were dry, but the mountains was where he knew the SF were going. The ground-pounders had already gone in already, if Andrew knew how briefings had worked vaguely. They had torn that part apart, and now, the Marines, the British Paras and US Rangers were going to flood the place, going from settlement to settlement, village to village, and entirely sweeping until they got to the Chinese border and turned around and repeated. FOBs would be created, it was a huge operation that had every political sanctioning. This was huge- and while it wasn't the invasion of a country, the fact that the Chinese were even having their heads high meant something was up. But it made Andrew think. If the spooks higher up had realized something threatened Chinese intrests...didn't that mean that this group wasn't just targeting the West specifically? Something more sinister sat in his head- but he knew it wasn't his to think.
"Hurray for us." Andrew simply said, chuckling as he checked his Mk18, looking out still. They'd be gone soon.

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2200 Hours
H-Hour+12

Bagram Airfield

"Good to see you boys made it. And your friend here." Merlin said, a figure of about 6"0 and was dark-skinned, though his voice was a relatively neutral one from what you would expect from his skin tone. Clambering out of the RAF Merlin helicopter, Andrew looked back at Nolan, aware of what next for Konstanin. He was taken away by two inconspicuous soldiers, as he was carried off on a stretcher, tied to it of course.
"Come with me, you two. We need to get consulted. As you know, Operation Cinder Block is underway in the concentrated area of the Wakhan Corridor and basically all of surrounding Badakhshan Province. Marines, Rangers, you name it is on the ground. Qila-e Panjeh, and Sarhad-e Broghil are two villages that in the last six hours, were bombed the literal shit out of, and then Delta and SEAL teams cleared in advance of Rangers and Marine forces to sweep and completely destroy any insergent activity. Langley is working overtime for us- and every intelligent agency has got so much dirt, it's unreal. But we ain't got that much in reality on what the fuck the group is, and who has the money, who has the contacts, and who makes it so slick. We have a lot of dead Taliban, and a lot of Russian-supplied and Chinese, even Israeli and a few South American arms. This, is fucking perculiar to say the least." Merlin said, as they walked on, off the helipad.
"What about other forces Sir?" Andrew asked, as Merlin responded.
"Good question. Russian Ground Forces are being deployed on an emergency mandate from the Tajik Government in Gorno-Badakhshan Autonomous Province, on the other side of the Corridor. We're talking several VDV brigades, and they've done a hell of a lot of damage. What it seems Team Knight found in the Southern region of Tajikistan was only the start. No less, the PLA has deployed it's own Airborne Infantry and Special Forces in Xingjang province, and it's all in an effort to stifle them in that one little rathole through a chesegrater of a trap. Intel was completely blind- this has caught us with our pants down, so we are retaliating. In here." Merlin said, looking back, the suited spook leading them into a tent, in which three figures could be seen. All three seemed all too familiar.
"Alright?" Ross said, his helmet off and his Mk48 in his hands, with Jenny the same and with an MG4.
"Fuck me, you came out of nowhere. Good to see you guys, shit. How'd you get into this sucker's influence?" Andrew asked, as Merlin laughed.
"The moment that I had all the available and well-combat experienced assets that apparently is using Juggernaut-standard when it comes to armor. Keep a lid on it, Andrew- we need to get your asses debriefed, and remind you what's next. For now, you can't come under regular command- it means too much paperwork and no real work. So you're with me." Merlin said, as he implied to them to take a seat with the other Juggernauts.
"Good to see you lads then. Been waiting on our sorry asses for too long for you." Andrew simply said, as he checked his Mk48, the three Juggernauts well armored and well toothed for what next.

(Play this for extra effect, just to remind of how scary it is.)

"I've brought Andrew and Nolan up to speed. You three already know. But the fact is, we've made good progress. And intelligence wise, we've done nothing. This could pop up in Helmand tomorrow if it wanted to, or they could hit another city. Shanghai, New York, London, Paris, you fucking name it, it's being watched. And there is nothing we can do. This is an appearance to the public of a response. You think spooks know everything? We know the coffee you drink, but Goddamn, we don't know a fucking clue of what they want. But we know they have lots of guns, new ones, and a comprehensive list of shit that makes our Second Amendment look like a pussy's list. We're talking military-grade, modern equipment and gear. And scarily still, from what Nolan and Andrew picked out in China, it makes shit even worse."
"They've got armor. The programs won't be revealed by Beijing or Moscow, and we know that it's beyond any doubt, beyond any security needs to share what it is. But they say that they're working on it themselves. Which means nothing to us. Now, we did get a few post-shots of Goliath, what you encountered in China, Nolan and Andrew." Merlin said, changing the slide.

"I won't go into details. But we're looking at programs beyond your recognition. This is "Goliath"- what we revealed to be a ventilated Brazilian operator, who worked as the guard to Konstantin's friend. It's a mechanized suit of armor, with a couple of inches of composites, and a graphene/nanotech encoated kevlar layer. I'm no fucking physicist, but that needs a lot of power. They had a fucking portable hydrogen cell capable of huge volumes of energy. What I'm trying to say is...is that the enemy we face isn't exactly some under-powered, terrorist organization. These people change the status quo. They'll do their best to only keep it as their Joker in the pack, they would never reveal it. But our priority, fuck, our need is to figure out what the fuck we are facing, before the next attack has something like this walk into Times Square and make Brussels look like a joke. Because there won't be a next time for this world. Collapse, the total disembowelment of society will occur when they get what they want when they tell the people over whatever medium they want that it ends when we give a certain thing to them. Nuclear codes, the capability to unify entire continents in arms against the Free World, or even the submission of us to terrorists. I sound like I make a big deal with this. Gents, you may fight just an insurgent force when you go out into Wakhan. But the Taliban are an inconsistent cog in a huge machine, that could completely blow out at any second." Merlin said, skipping onto the next slide, a close up map.
"This is Mount Haras, close to the triangulation point of China, Pakistan and Afghanistan, at the end of the Corridor. The peak is 5,900 m high with several high mountains and the occasional river valleys close by, with several well guarded camps, which UAVs have identified to be of particular interest. You'll be working in a huge area around that. We've got two PMC contacts that will also assist you- and due to the secrecy, I can only say on a need to know basis, that they are better armored than you three, Team Knight."
"Fuck me, it can't be..." Jenny said, realizing in her head who it had to be.

"Well, if it is who you think it is, then you'll know camp ghost stories aren't all bullshit. It's a several-pronged operation. Nolan, Andrew, you'll be first in. You both need FLIR-optic based sniper rifles with your regular shit, and use Quadbikes to get around, eliminating mortar and rocket-attack encampments and undermining their operations along with anything that is bringing up stuff via trucks into the mountains to use an elevated position to hide, or bomb us from. There are tracks, but the few that exist are going to be locked down by Taliban, Al-Qaeda, Uigur and the unknown force we know of. You could be there for an extended period of time, but any orders for you to stay longer we'll post you up with. You'll be based around what you'll construct as Camp "Vulture", close to the peak of Mount Haras as a staging area. Ross, Carl, Jenny, you'll be taken via V22 into this area, with the Osprey dropping you and a M1161 Growler ITV in once Team Cordite does what it needs to in order to eliminate AAA sites and rocket-attack positions. The snipers snipe and engage targets at a range, wheras Team Knight is direct action and will hit larger encampments using brute force and eliminating groups."
"Affirmative. What about..well, Brute and Bear? Those two freaks?" Ross asked, aware that he was maybe using weird language.
"Again, need to know basis. All I can say is this- expect them at Vulture, and to be involved in your later operation. Once we know that the mountains around Mount Haras are cleaned and shiny with their blood, and any intel you have found, you're to mount the assault on Fort Sarawak, or in British terms, Fort Tempest. That was the former colonial name of a British and Afghan-fortification built in the 1860s by the British here, against potential local enemies or Russian Empirical conquests. It's a significant mud-brick fort- it's large as they get, and is further down the mountains. It's a major encampment, with ammunition caches, and is in sorts, a staging area for forces to wage war against the locals and us- with it being almost impossible to hit by our teams without too much collateral damage to the local town or killing too many of our guys in an assault. We expect a garrison of at least 200, maybe 400. Could be even more, if shit goes badly. But it's significant enough- and the reason it needs to be taken after the mountaintop encampments and garrisons are eliminated are since we know that they'd be the first place that they'd run. Or towards the Chinese, which is fucking ridiculous. We cut the head off the forces, find intel, HVTs, anything we want to pick from here if we are fast and know that we have them pinned. Bear and Brute will lead the assault, and you'll be aiming to fully displace the enemy and rout them into the valleys. You'll carry on, with Team Knight involved in assaults in local towns, mainly co-ordinated by British forces in this sector- with the USAF's A10s, AH-64s and various other aerial supports. Though the valleys are still steep and hard to move through, we'll have Mechanized units on hand, with Strykers and FV510 Warrior vehicles being on standby. This is a purge- and you kill every fucker you see. Make no mistake, the high ground here is a goldmine for intel- and is our next step to unraveling what we do in response. It is mainly an Anti-Insurgency operation, to completely destroy any force that occupies this region, and stop this escalating throughout Afghanistan- undoing years and years of security work. We prove we got the metal here boys, and we make sure that we buy time. Time we simply don't have. One pretty key detail to know is that the two contractors are boots-on-the-ground right now, and clearing this." Merlin said, pointing to a weird part of the map.
"Need to know basis again. All you need to know, is that right there, the command nerve centre of the Taliban forces and the unknown militants in Eastern Wakhan region, deep in the mountains. Another reason why this area is of such importance to you guys, and before you ask, why you're specifically there, is to disrupt command and the structure of any significant opposition that stems from this particular area."

"Andrew, Nolan, you'll have time to sleep on the next C130 out to FARP Talulqan, and then be redeployed into the mountains by 0300 Hours, tomorrow morning. Should be enough to freeze your balls to their core, so kit up accordingly, though be prepared to be in more warmer climates once you come down the mountains in the day. You'll have three hours in this area," Merlin said, waving his hand around the map on the screen that was around Mount Haras, before continuing.
"The Osprey with Team Knight paradrops into here at 0500 hours sharp. Make damn sure the LZ is secure, or they'll get torn apart. In terms of mobility, you go with what Andrew and Nolan have performed reconnaissance on, and hit hard, brutally, and without no question, decapitate their forces in the mountains. You return to Camp Vulture, and await Brute and Bear's arrival. There are several DEVGRU and Delta and SAS teams working in the area, and will be setting up similar camps both higher and lower than you. The mountains need to be cleared before fighters fall back into Pakistan or anywhere else- and trust me, every single asset that is Special Forces, or is trained in mountain warfare, is going to be sharing the Hindu Kush with you. It's just that you'll be in the epicentre of shit, where we know that you're going to be critical to our continued assault into Eastern Wakhan. The West has been mostly recaptured and is now in the process of having the second sweep roll in- though the East of the province is still untouched, due to the fact we're bogged down. It's why you need to be on hand, ahead of the main force. Yourselves, you'll have gun runs, and continuous air support of any kind. Call it, you get it." Merlin said, aware he had gone on.
"It's a lot to take in. But this is it, gents. You've got an hour of R&R/loading up, and you're on the first C130 out of here. Then you'll be dropped two by two by Callsign "Omega"- our Osprey serving you guys. You know what you need to do. Go ahead and do it. Dismissed." Merlin said, looking at all five of them, as Ross stood up, and simply yelled.
"Hoorah!" He knew he wasn't a Marine, but he knew that the rest knew what was going on, as he led the way out, helmet in one hand and his Mk48 just about held in the other, as they all headed out of the tent, and they knew what they sort of were doing.

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Natalie watched Victor completely tool up, as she took out both nozzles, and ejected a tiny amount of flame from both, scorching the high concrete ceiling with a bright blue flame, as she let out a scortcher form her rear too, as she walked up to Victor, putting her own visor up quickly as Victor came close. She hugged back, raised and tight as she pulled as hard as she could, feeling her ribs bend and her pair be squished as she felt his arms come round like a vice, and hers do the same. She hissed, smooching him on the cheek before slapping what was the rear of his suit.
"For another day in the office? I was born ready." Natalie said, smirking as she put her visor down, turning around and heading for the exit, kicking the stiff door open with a low kick, as she walked out into the baking sun, seeing the briefing room close-by, and knowing what it vaguely was. Time for as direct as revenge got.

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2200 Local Time (Afghanistan)

The C17 flew high above the area of operations, Natalie and Victor inside a smallish container of some sort within. A small red light sat inside, knowing full well that they were here for good reason. Outside the C17, about forty 101st Airborne men along with a Stryker with a Mk19 stood ready to Static Line into the valleys in North-Eastern Wakhan, who were told not to look at the container and prep for a jump. They had been going for hours, Natalie keeping her rear end shut, the pressure building up on her natural valve however.
"Ohhhh..when I jump, there's going to be a flame like you've never seen! Fuck me, it feels big." Natalie said to Victor, laughing quietly in order to not spook the Paratroopers outside the container.
"I suppose one day I'll tell you why it happens, but till then, it is my one secret, Brute. And there's forty paratroopers out there. If I was in the VDV, I'd be in command, but I guess this is very different. They have no idea we're inside. No reason to check what's inside, they say it's coming with them on the drop. How wrong they are- we're not even coming on this one." Natalie said, looking at Victor, as she clicked her neck.
"We'll get the radio from the jump crew for when we get out of this sticky container and into the cargo bay- we're static lining, drifting like a pair of dandelions to our LZ, which is right on top of the command centre. We can't risk a HAHO since it's too long a journey, or a HALO since we'll be far too direct and have no time to make a combined assault, being cut off if things go wrong, and a helicopter would be too risky on a place like this for now. Chutes wise, they're two circular parachutes- hard to steer, but they stop you dead, and you can fire from above. Yeah, I like the sound of that too- they won't even know where the bullets will come from." Natalie said, as she looked at the GPS on her forearm. protected by an incredibly thick layer of bulletproof glass. She could control it via her HUD, if needed, and she already had it activated.
"They're sending a bunch of other Juggernauts and a sniper team, Teams Knight and Cordite, that will meet us at some place called "Camp Vulture", where they'll use as a Forward Staging Area. And in terms of the command center, seems like it's half above ground, in a recently constructed encampment, and the rest being inside a cave network. That's where my flamethrowers will really heat the place up- I know it's caves again, but the fuckers really do like them. We just need to destroy the place completely- and it'll ruin any command structure in this localized region, hopefully. We'll kill every man alive- this is all about scorching earth, and securing intel- and we can see about the bodies later, yes? There's a nice little list of HVTs, both Taliban and suspected from the group to be here, so let's see what we get so that we assault Fort Tempest easily later on to get the hammer blow- giving the Taliban forces on the ground no idea of what to attack and what to do as well as finding what we want, hopefully at least. We'll leave the place before anything else hots up, since we've got five km to move to a point where a Chinook will pick us up from. We might need to keep our parachutes handy, in case shit hits the fan and we have to reinsert into an area the pilot has no hope of landing in due to AAA fire from what I hear." Natalie said, adjusting herself in the suit, as she looked at her gauntleted arms, feeling heavy yet well protected.
"Got your warpaint Victor? I just need to apply mine quickly- you'll see what I have in mind." Natalie asked, bending over as she knew a vague design she'd put on her face with the red and blue paint. Something a little more representative of herself, as she tucked her hair back into it's neat and straightened format, her helmet in her hands. She could just about hear the light change, as the door opened at the rear, the C17 at 2,000ft AGL and now dropping it's load. What sounded like every man pouring out happened, as a sudden jerk of the floor also sent the Stryker, armed with it's Mk19 and M240B mounted atop it along with an Trophy System, also join the men that were being paradropped. The plane suddenly jerked, as the door shut again slowly, Natalie hearing the voice in her right ear. Parachutes and old-style ZSUs were pouring fire into the sky, but many were far too innacurate to hit the plane let alone the 101st men that were dropping down and assaulting the border region, with their Stryker following suit.
"It's clear. We're clambering up into the mountains, you've got ten minutes to your drop. Fucking spooks." The jumpmaster said, as Natalie looked over at Victor, tutting.
"Hmm, wonder how long he'd last if I threw him out the plane. I'd rather not find out- I say we get ready for our jump, Big Boy." Natalie said, done with the paint, as she revealed a "Lightening" sort of pattern with the blue and red paint respectively, having branches of electricity as blue and the rest as red and mixed shades, something she felt adamant about, as she got her heavy self up. Walking up to the edge of the container, she opened it up, faceplate on and HUD activated, as she walked into the empty and huge cargo bay of the C17, gaining altitude to maintain 2,000 AGL rate as it headed higher and higher above the mountains. She spoke through her speaker, rather than comms.
"I think last time I throw the jumpmaster out of a plane was Chechnya, after he said I had nice features. Don't fall into the same trap- we'll get set, you open the door and we go if you think little of us, Mister." Natalie said in her coldest Russian accent, the Jumpmaster putting his hands in the air as he shrugged it off, Natalie giggling like a girl over the comms to Victor.

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable (take 3)

Funnily enough, I could imagine Gawain and Tristan having an illegitimate affair of some sorts. Not sure why exactly, but yeah.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Spartan023 said
I like the idea and I like stealth so pencils me in for Antoine

Sure, no problem. OOC will be up once we have Svetlana filled in.

Zero Hex said
I'd actually love to play something like this if you actually, you know, didn't determine the players' characters for them from the getgo. I know they're supposed to be skeletons and that players can slap on whatever backstory they want but you already determine what they can do, what they'll be able to do, what they look like, a good deal of their personalities and even who they want to fuck in some cases instead of seeing what your players come up with and how the characters develop. It's too bad because it sounds like a Sci Fi Expendables and that'd be a blast to play.

I'm open to change features of them if you'd like- there are certain things that will alter all over the place. The reason for it was simply to kind of make sure I had certain archtypes of characters filled in, though I am more than happy to alter large portions if you'd like. Without it, I'd have, say, too many of one character and not enough of another- and I have had requests to change a specific character, something you could do later on just so long as you just had a good idea and felt it would work better overall (which I'm absolutely open to). Appearance isn't even a picture yet, so that's just a vague idea of some physical attributes- and no, I don't even control them, I've just got a vague abstract lines on which you can make a fully-fledged character in terms of what they do and moreover, how they'd do it on top of what you see. People in other RPs, surprisingly enough, I've seen not really do a lot of their own romantic conquests within a large team or you know, form subplots to expand the story's direction (though there are one or two that I know are absolutely awesome at it and are great to have), and even so, I haven't done much to really direct any liking to anyone. For all I know, Li could probably hate Antoine or something as random as that, it's just a simple case of characters being not so much manipulated, but created in a format that at least concentrates their direction.

And in regards to that Love Triangle- it's more of a comedic device, you know. I'd like to do it for the shits and giggles really, that kind of makes it a bit awkward around those three characters to keep a sub-plot going in terms of will-they won't they. I mean, it isn't much of their personality judged down, it's a feature of it. There's a lot of room for you to give their personalities, their histories, and keeping that skeleton means that I can vaguely put across a concept of what kind of character I'd like to have in the RP. It's less sci-fi ish really, it's moreover an exadurated version of near-future combat. So of course, there's killing grunts and all, but then there's killing more resilient enemies, but it is within the grasp of plausibility. The rest is just a bit more future-y.

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable (take 3)

I'm in with Gawain. I remember this RP from a while back- time to jump back in.

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

This RP, is not like many I've done. Rather, it is simply put, a mesh of influences infused into a much more over-the-top style. Realism, authenticity, all of that, doesn't exist here. Neither, does much common sense. There will be ridiculous characters, and ridiculous opponents. While we are still grounded to our world, this isn't exactly what I would call very...well, rooted to what I've done. Moreover, badassery>realism. Ridiculousness>Authenticity. There's some basis for a few things, but this isn't meant to be real. Consider the fact that there are 7"5 giants in this RP, and you realize why.

Scimitar is a mercenary team in our near future, contracted for any matters that need a specialist touch. Where an SF team cannot penetrate, they come in. When a politician needs to go, they come in. When you have eight foot mechanized armor soldiers trying to breach a high-security Gulag, they come in. Scimitar views the world as a little too conventional, and when things are beyond the sanity of any force on the planet, they exist just to keep things from spilling over. They are beyond what you would normally call a sane bunch of men and women, but are what little stands between some of the most technologically advanced and well armed forces of natures nobody even hears about on the news from making the world a miserable place. Not just "terrorists". Far more sinister forces are at work, and sending Delta is no longer the solution. For an asymmetrical and superior force, you need your own mirror.

This isn't an RP grounded in reality- and I want ridiculous characters. There isn't one thing- but you can have a look for yourself in what part you'd like to play in Scimitar. The RP functions around six characters, who have been provided a skeletal background for you to develop them on top of. They have different strengths and specialties- so pick wisely who you feel would best be played by you if you're interested. They will be expanded on- there's a rough description of all six to see what you'd like to pick out. I might add some more later on, to give them a better feel.

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If that sounds good, click this

(Also, on the topic of women- why'd I note "those" features in some cases? Because...well, meh, fuck it. They're there.)
(Some of the upgrades I'll detail when we come to them- there's a lot more on the way too.)

Characters:

"Light" Characters

(These characters are all relatively badly armored, unable to stand in a firefight. But they have mobility and their special ranging to help, with both being stealthy and able to provide support and some assault help in different ways from different perspectives.)

Antoine Marcel, Swiss (Reserved)
-22 Years Old
-Antoine stands at 5"10 tall, and has black hair and blue eyes. Her voice is light, more French accented, being very beautiful under her balaclava with a moderately large pair. She is skinny, but phenomenally well athletic in agility and speed.
-Trained in extensive Krav Maga, and is as stealthy as they get. She can crawl in any vent, any ditch, being a veteran infiltrator and silent in most cases. Makes Ninjas look crap at their job.
-She is also ridiculously good at Parkour- she moves fluidly, and is the fastest of the team. She can combine it well, and go into the highest-security compound like it's nothing, with speed and stealth.
-Expert in using Wingsuits and Aerial Insertions. She can fly like a bird practically, give her the thermals and way in.
-She usually only wears a skintight infiltrator suit with only very limited protection (similar to that of Sam Fisher's Tacsuit), but a hard to see silhouette and minimal friction.
--Note Concept Idea
-Madly in love with Bjorn- she is a bisexual, but wants to ask him out, despite the fact that Bjorn hasn't really seemed interested.
-Armed with an MP5SD6 and Sig Sauer P226, and her specialist curved knife. C4 carried.
__Later Upgrades: Thermoptic Cloaking, Portable Grappling Hook/Zip Line

Howard Davis, American (Mohican Decent)RESERVED
-29 Years Old
-6"5, of direct Mohican decent (tanned skin). Usually wears warpaint and has a Mohawk under his Ghillie.
-One of the best snipers alive- he can hit a nickel at 1000m, and a human head out to almost 2,200m, if not even longer. He doesn't miss.
-"Tracking" Ability- he can track enemies, even without direct line of sight, so long as he picks the slightest hint up. His Mohican ancestry, combined with his talent means he can follow any enemy of any kind, be it a dog or a soldier just by using this.
-Skilled Tomahawk user in both thrown and melee usage.
-Can use multitudes of close-proximity defense tactics with mines- and he knows a good level of MMA and street-fighting.
-Relatively unarmored- wears a Ghillie Suit (adaptive for area) and a Chest Rig.
-Prefers Land-Based insertions, via ground vehicles or going on long walks to get to the sniping point.
-Armed with a GM6 Lynx Anti-Material Rifle and Honey Badger SD rifle for defense. A few Claymore and APERS Mines join that for close protection.
___Some Later Upgrades: Adaptive Camoflage Ghillie, Auto-Guiding Bullets

"Medium" Characters

(Characters who are well armored, able to take a few rounds, but not like the Heavies. They form the assault element of fire- and they offer both a lot of firepower and mobility.)

Li Chen, Chinese (RESERVED)
-25 Years Old
-6"1, black-haired and hazel-eyed. She is reasonably balanced in terms of her athletic ability, and usually keeps the balaclava off. She is flat-chested, and is quite pretty.
-Tech Expert. She can hack drones, camera feeds, all on the fly. She has a personal recon Quadrotor UAV (capable of EMP'ing an area) on her back, and can raise anarchy with a UGV and support ahead if she has brought it in.
-Trained well in MMA, in particularly Kung Fu in a more woven aggressive tactic to incapacitate.
-Tactical Shield- She uses a bulletproof tactical shield when needed to provide a wide sponge of cover. She is an expert in deploying it, and it is immense- providing mobile cover. It has a built in Active-Protection system, from AT rockets and Grenades on the front as a mechanism.
-Uses a FN Mk17 HAMR 7.62 LMG, with various attachments, and a AA-12 with a Drum Magazine, with a Glock 22.
-Armored fairly well- she could take a few rounds if they were flying at her, though she's no bullet sponge.
Suit: Click Me
-Expert in Naval Insertions
___Some Future Upgrades: Tactical Forcefield (Proximity Defense), UGV Minigun/Airbursts

Imran Malik, Pakistani/English (RESERVED)
-31 Years Old
-6"7, Quarter-Cast in color and with a good tinge of Sikh accenting, though he still sounds very English. Can sometimes be seen to wear his Turban and keep a long beard sometimes when the helmet's off, and he is very athletic and well built.
-Team Leader- he commands Scimitar, though he lets the flow of combat carry on how the team want, and just makes sure that the Heavies don't start accidentally vaporizing the Lights, or if Antoine sticks several sticky C4 bundles onto Bjorn's back to just make sure that they don't blow each other to bits. But mainly to concentrate them, and keep them all in direct movement and co-ordinate fire.
-Skilled in Krav Maga, and CQC with his Scimitar.
-Armed with a Mk48 LMG, and an M32 MGL, as well as an M1911. A MBT LAW also sits on his back.
-Armored towards the heavier end of this spectrum, Imran can stomach a few more rounds than Li. Though he's no Heavy, he is well protected when the going gets tough and he has to expose himself for a while to fire downrange.
Suit
>>Future Upgrades: Enemy Identification Visor, Shoulder-Mounted CQC Shotgun

"Heavy" Characters:

(These characters are immensely tall, strong and surprisingly clever, though in armor, are unmanueverable and unwieldy, exposing them to sneaky . They are giants- and in their Super-Heavy Armor, are nigh on impossible to take out. They use Heavy Weaponry, and though they may have a weak point such as a weakness fuel tank or an explosive ammunition supply, it's almost impossible to hit when there's an insane volume of fire emerging from them.)

Bjorn Møller, Faroese/Icelandic (RESERVED)
25 Years Old
-7"5, Giant. Shaven (though sometimes he has longer blonde hair), very, very well muscled and strong. He is bearded, in a very Scandinavian manner. He is incredibly handsome as what could be called an ultimate Aryan, and to women, as attractive as they get.
-Walking Fear- when he opens up with the GAU-19, you don't walk in front. He is a bullet-sponge to virtually all rounds of all calibers, and it takes RPGs, or anything that's sizably enough to stop him. When he is induced, you can't stop him from charging, and he really makes a mess.
-Competent in CQC combat- he is brutally violent, with a predominantly Krav Maga and brute-force approach with a Norse Axe.
-Bjorn has balls, serious balls, being the stronger of the two. For temporary periods, he can charge in the armor, whilst firing and whilst holding his axe. He's a fucking badass.
-Uses a GAU-19 Minigun, firing .50 cal rounds. Rounds the size of two of your fingers in width and length. Uses a giant Norse Axe as his alternate weapon to get sticky in CQC.
Suit
-The Suit is virtually impenetrable, unless extended RPG/AT fire hits it. The weak point is mainly the head- the right explosive or extensive bullets to the rear of the helmet may disable the visual system if hit by a big round (ie. 40mm, 12.7mm, and force the Bjorn to put the helmet up to check it or carry on without it. The ammunition rucksack is also weak at the base, where some explosive rounds sit and could be hit.
-Good at Naval Insertions.
-Bjorn has completely fallen for Svetlana's looks, and forms a part of the Love Triangle. Though knowing of her orientation, he would do anything and everything for her.
>>Future Upgrades: "Jump" Movement System, Reactive Armor

Svetlana Sakharova, Russian
23 Years Old
-7"6, Giant. Big-Breasted, has a big rear and is incredibly well muscled for a female- though under the armor, she's somehow incredibly attractive, and her face has lulled many a man to find that Svetlana is no pushover. When she stands tall, most men are scared, horny, both, or dead. She prefers the latter for the former three at times.
-Adaptable- out of the suit or in it, Svetlana is dangerous. She can kill men with her boobs if she likes one day, or strut around in her armor the next. Though she mostly prefers the latter, working with Antoine sometimes works well on the former.
-Ovaries of Titanium- Svetlana may not charge enemies like Bjorn, but she counteracts that with something else. Against other Heavies, Svetlana can go into close-quarters combat, and disarm one, being fully capable of taking on another armored giant in hand to hand combat.
-Explosives Specialist- she carries a hell of a lot of C4 on her, hidden of course to avoid her being a walking bomb. She could probably level a small country with it if placed correctly.
-Armed with either a giant, two-tanked flamethrower (with weak points at the bottom of the tanks at the regulator), or a HK GMG (with her rucksack vulnerable at the bottom.) Uses a large Spetsnaz Machete as her secondary, as well as an MP412 REX.
-Armored to the hilt, she fits the armor well, being impervious to small arms and even 12.7mm rounds. Can even stomach an RPG or two, if hit. One strange weakness is that repeated shots to the rear of the neckbrace knock out the HUD system, and may force her to put her visor up.
Suit
-She is a lesbian- and has a lust for the infiltrator of the team, Antoine, blissfully unaware that she's just another cog in the love triangle that comedically exists.
>>Future Upgrades: Helium Suit, Shoulder-Mounted ATGM Launcher

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Andrew looked on, just thinking in his head of what next.
"Damn right. You hear that Konstantin? If you don't, we'll bring you up to speed later, if you do, don't mind me if I say I'm having the first punch." Andrew said, as they drove through the tight streets, headed to their next car. The roads winded and skewed, but they had lost their lead, as they approached a car park, a small and shitty multi-storey of sorts.
"Pull in here. We'll move the body over." Andrew added, as they looked for their car- the black Toyota Land Cruiser, with a diesel V8 and being a reasonably new model, not exactly being in place here. But it was a tank, and would get them out, with Konstantin, quickly, as well as having some bulk for rougher applications. Coming in, Andrew knew what to get to, as he got out, carrying Konstantin to the new escape car, aware that Nolan had the keys.
"Come on then brother, let's get this fucker some of our own treatment. Scumbag."

(Music for the begging of this scene. It'll feature some pretty horrible shit to say the least.)

About a few hours later, and they were headed south, for the Afghan-Tajik border, closer towards the triangulation point where China, Afghanistan and Tajikistan's borders met in the deep mountains of the Tian Shan subsided to a plateau that was the Hindu Kush. Areas which Ross and Carl, Team Knight, had operated in to destroy IEDs and weapons caches over the border from Maz-i-Sharif. The highway soon turned to gravel, but they were almost there, as they came into the small abandoned mill. It was open but that worked well in return to see if anyone was coming- the place was abandoned, but served a very distinct purpose. They'd lay low, till the CIA came along, and took Konstantin into their responsibility. Andrew expected nothing, and the fact that it was the middle of the day, in a shithole like this, in a valley that had seen better times, meant that Andrew had already had enough- and wanted to take the responsibility here, perhaps since he himself knew what it was like to be tortured. He wanted to really relay the message back. They sat on the first floor by the water wheel, the old mill being a little weird, but having a large water wheel and a mostly derelict function for grain. This was Pre-Soviet, this was probably a Russian development on the plains here, but it was long dead and forgotten, the local farmers having different crops and different functions to deal with crops here. But it was perfect, for what the sniper team wanted. Konstantin had a bag over his head, and was tied to a chair, only waking up two hours ago and being covered by Andrew to keep him in suspense.
"Reckon it's time? Extract has another hour, but I haven't even seen a fucking goatherder come past. We are in the middle of fucking nowhere. Konstantin, you hear that? It means that we have our happy hour now." Andrew added, walking over as he took the rag off, but kept it in his hand. He pulled his water bottle out, as Konstantin looked on.
"Nobody's going to hear you. We want answers. Now, the CIA will take a long time, so you're getting hell..." Andrew said, cut off as Konstantin spat at Andrew, interrupting him.
"You won't get a word from me! You, and your scum! Even when I talk, what will you get, huh? Some information on why those people are dead? That it? The men and women that have the supplies are very, very dangerous. They are more powerful than you think, they will find the people that killed Ahmed and lynch you by your balls! You hear me!" Konstantin yelled, Andrew laughing, before then kicking him off his chair, straight in the kidney.
"CUNT!" Andrew yelled, walking over, as Konstantin shuddered, a smirk still on his face somehow.
"You think this is funny? I've seen some sick fucks, but you killed too many people, you and your fucking boss! You're going to either die quickly, if you tell us what you know, or I'll have to give you a taster of what having a fucking torch shoved up your behind without a fucking lubricant feels like. Don't fucking push me son, don't. Because as much as I want to keep this civilized, I'll show you why this works like it does." Andrew said, pulling him over from his tied position on the chair, before taking his head, and shoving the rag into his yelling mouth. The man bit hard, but he didn't care. Keeping it hard, Andrew poured the water bottle slowly, Konstantin yelling and coughing, as he tried to kick out.
"You like that? Fucking bitch." Andrew said, pouring the rest of the bottle, as he looked back at Nolan.
"Can you detach that silencer from my Mk18 Nolan? I mean, it's a nice fucking thing, but we may need to get messy here." Andrew said, looking down.
"You won't break that easy. I wouldn't. But you know something, I fucking know it. It's why you're expendable to the people that were after you, they would kill you. So you know so little that it blows our minds, or you know exactly who, and what is getting supplied."
"Fuck off!" He yelled, as Andrew slammed him in the face with his water bottle, the steel thing clanging hard as Konstantin yelled again.
"You'll cough it up or you'll be coughing up blood now and later." Andrew said, walking around.

"You realize how much shit is on you. People, worldwide, want answers. Every intelligence agency in the world wants a piece of whatever could have been connected to this, so you'll be going from Guantanamo Bay to secret holding cells up the French President's ass, to the shittiest rathole prison in Afghanistan for the rest of your life, till you say why. I know how you feel ,weakened but somehow hopeful. Perhaps, if I show you where the fuck you are, you'll realize." Andrew said, looking at Nolan.
"Get his chair back up. Let me look." Andrew said, turning around, as he got his GPS from a mount on his arm, pulling it out as he turned it on, looking at Konstantin.
"We're close to where you had stashes...and to be honest, while there are Guerrillas here, they have no fucking trace of us, not one since the roads end here and fucking wilderness starts. We might as well be on the outer rings of Uranus now. We know your boss, he's not exactly the most sociable guy, and he doesn't matter much. In fact, it's you that really is the man in question. He just sits there with an Excel document and a few warehouses, you go and do his dirty work for him, isn't that right? You sell shit, make it go to people, like that unknown group that exists out of fucking nothing. One of your friends died in China recently, on that dam on the Mekong, isn't that right? Liked him?" Andrew asked, aware he was fluctuating a little bit, but psychologically draining him more.
"Hated that asshole. Like you really."
"Charming. Not going to be like that when you literally have a silencer five inches up your asshole. Shit, when our friends arrive, they'll probably throw a medal my way for making your ass a few inches wider. Just tell me now, Konstantin, and we'll be done with it. Number one, who the fuck are the people you sold it to, two, why does Ahmed Masood affiliate in brokering it as an intermediate, three, what's their latest orders? The last thing I want to know is, is if you know of a heavily armored mercenary that they hire. That's all I want mate, nothing more if you don't want. But you fail to do that, you fail to really understand the gravity of what comes next. Because trust me. I've seen a man go through it, and he fucking screams like a little bitch. Do you understand?" Andrew said, looking in his face, as Konstantin smirked, and spat.
"Fuck you." He said, as Andrew turned to Nolan.
"Well...I'd use gloves, but pull it out after. Even if it's full of diarrhea from what just happened, just so he knows- it's the filthier bit of our job, but I think he'll tell after. He's all yours." Andrew said, looking over, wiping the spit from his face as he punched him in the kidney and then the face again, walking away as he then heard yelling, as he quickly checked the car, before coming back up the ladder and back towards Konstantin, laughing as he screamed like a little girl in agony and pain.
"Ohh fuck...man, that is disgusting. How the fuck the CIA do this daily, I don't know. But that's just a good reminder of what sort of sick shits you'll be living with soon Konstantin. I think you'll be a little more telling now." Andrew said, Konstantin puking as Nolan finished off, and Andrew waited till it was all gone.
"Fine. You fucking want answers, I'll give them. Those three only to you, if that's what you say. One, I have no fucking clue, but you want to figure it out, follow the paper trail. Ahmed knew them well, he knew them very well- that bastard is dead now, so I guess that's a dead lead. But they were Mercenaries, the group paid anyone and anyone with skills and experience. Not like a company, just freelancers and any Al-Qaeda militants that were rising stars that vanished. Like I said, this is bigger than you think, these fuckers will find me, and they want more blood. They don't want what any other terror organization wants, they want something different, they will tear this world apart and they now have enough firepower to level your western civilization now, let alone just Brussels."
"Yeah, it is. But scum have to die sometimes, and his life wasn't worth much intelligence to us. So that confirms something- and you know that won't happen my friend, you have no idea how the world replies. Carry on, before you start thinking in a really dumb way.
"Okay...second, Ahmed knows them well, he was giving them safe haven and a platform. That is all, I swear- I sold to this man named Faruq Rahman, Pakistani, from the group. Their representative in our deal, Ahmed facilitated the storage in Chechnya and the south of the country. He stood for jackshit, he could have been any Taliban man, nothing at all. We sold modern Russian weaponry, Israeli weaponry, Chinese weaponry, at least 5,000 rifles, 1,000 hundred light machine guns, and 1,000 hundred marksman rifles, with at least double the number to follow to both his specific group and to be distributed from that to the Taliban and Al-Qaeda- at a loss no less. Too many pistols to count, and other things."
"What other things, mate. You'll say."
"Okay, okay. We sold several anti-aircraft SAM systems, fully-functioning Russian systems they brought in a few years ago, as well as . Faruq is sourcing far more, we had meetings planned for the next few weeks too to discuss other matters. Concerning that mercenary, he was the security detail sent for our representative from the group. They have a few modified versions as well that we've sold or obtained via our sources that would be impossible this year, from the Russian and Chinese programs, all different but sold for sums of money that would give wealth beyond compare- and he was just a borrowed man." Konstantin said, as Andrew looked at Nolan with an "oh-shit" face.
"You saying that there's...more?"
"You seem surprised...shit, I shouldn't have said that. You fucking know now. I wasn't lying, you think that there's a chance that was just the only one? You are both fucking cunts, but trust me, I was not lying when I said that they are powerful. More than you imagine, from more people than you imagine, and they make out like this is the start." Konstantin said, with differing faces, realizing that he was letting on too much.
"Well then, I guess that's a problem we'll deal with eventually. I guess I'm done with you. I'd really like to kill you Konstantin, but I know there are better things in store for you. I'll tell them to start easy, but what they do from there is their call. You still killed hundreds and hundreds of people, so don't even think for a second you are going to walk tomorrow mate." Andrew said, looking on, as he looked to Nolan, aware that they had done their job, as he looked over.
"You can cut the recording now Nolan." Andrew said, looking over to his Canadian sniper buddy, with a certain smug look of his own, as he hoped Nolan clicked it off and in the moment he did, Andrew turned back, and knocked Konstantin out with a brutal, nose-breaking punch, kicking his chair over even as he kept it broken and twisted, putting the bag back over as he spat on Konstantin's limp body, and took a seat on the window.

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"Merlin, how copy? This is Falcon, over."
"Merlin receiving, I hear you Falcon."
"We have our man knocked the fuck out. We're sending the tape."
"Roger that. Nice work- we can hammer more out."
"The guy wasn't lying. We made sure of that, I can tell from his face. He wasn't pulling shit out of his ass since we already got whatever was out. Don't get us into the torture business Merlin, it isn't worth it."
"Don't worry, we can take it from here. Helo's coming to extract you- we've almost got it."
"Something feels bad about this. Merlin, what was the status from Chinese intelligence about the armored unit?"
"Not over this net, Falcon. All you need to know, is that from what we heard on our end, if we confirm this...well, we're talking Armageddon. The end of security and peace, the end of it all if what he says is valid and we get on even terms with what they're going to do next. Good work, Falcon- we hope the EXACTO stuff did as performed for Nolan. Cut the line now Falcon, just keep your heads down for a few minutes longer. Your way out is almost there- we'll get a fast VTC debrief for you at Bagram, but you'll have to be sent out again- our intelligence contacts clocked what seems to be a surge in insurgent activity in the North-East again. The Wakhan Corridor, linking Afghanistan to China- and we're in the stages of implementing a combined-arms, all out offensive against it, in the Hindu Kush with the redeployed 101st Airborne, along with significant deployments of the British 16th Air Assault Brigade- the Corridor is so full of fighters, we're seeing at least quadruple the concentration than in Helmand Province, it really is that bad. We've got Delta, MARSOC and DEVGRU forces already on the ground in the mountains from what intel we picked up from Fletcher, and from what I've heard, this is an escalation."

"The PLA are even deploying to the area, since on their side of the border, there's being so many car bombings in Kashgar by an unknown group unaffiliated with the local Uigurs, that they want to get to the bottom of it. Plus in the aftermath of Brussels, this is our best bet to finding a lead and wiping out a significant proportion of their forces. No doubt it's Taliban, but they'll be reinforced by these mercenaries perhaps, and even on the other side of the Afghan border in China, there's going to be anarchy. Seems these fuckers just unified people we don't work with in one clean sweep- PLA command actively wants fucking co-operation for once. Looks like we live in crazy times, Falcon- so stay awake. We'll brief you fully soon." Merlin said over the comms, as Falcon, or Andrew, looked out the window, at the hills and wilderness beyond.

(Shifting away- it was long as fuck, but the interrogation scene did drag out. Welcome to an escalation- and though there's a lot of variables here and there, it'll wrap everything previously neatly.)

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Natalie rose her eyebrows, when she heard Vympel.
"I heard that Victor, about Vympel anyway. I was Spetsnaz Alfa, the Counter-Terrorist and Anti-Insergent group but they thought it was so important, I got a call from the motherland's Foreign Minister today. They say there's been an increase in Chechnya, huge, huge increase of terrorist activity. There's been widespread reactionary operations across Central Asia and in Russia itself by the MVD and Vympel, and it seems they want my magic to go ahead and help them on their wolf hunt. They wanted me back in Russia on some black ops bullshit, but I told them not until they matched and then added 10 percent to my current pay. They paid badly Victor- compared to this. I love my country, I'd kill for my country every day if I could, but I can do more good here. And stay with you, Brute." Natalie said, as Victor hugged her, looking over.
"Hmmm..you know, it's blue, red and white that are the colors of both my motherlands. Perhaps it is not shock, it is statement, yes?" Natalie said, as she felt her Mohican fiance's warm skin touch hers, keeping close.
"Of course, Victor. Call it a union through that, more than just that ring. Our warpaint, bonding us in the fire and blood of war as Gods!" Natalie said, smiling with a certain glee as she tightened his grip on his hand, as Victor winked, and she knew what was happening. She embraced his kiss, being pulled in as she moved her legs over, letting her bra down and letting her two orbs out, as they foomped forwards. She pulled out her tongue, shaking her head at Victor.
"We're not just about to have sex, are we?" Natalie said, bringing one hand down Victor's pants, before bringing it back out.
"Not right now, Victor. But I think you want to have another thrill of some sort. A different one from this." Natalie said, kneeling on him, as she stepped off, dropping her panties, as she then implied to Victor to lie down on the bench. Taking a step, Natalie backed up, aware that the 7"11 giant was about to have his mind blown, as her rear hovered a few centimeters above Victor's eyes, as she moved, aware that she had no gas. That would be fatal- she made a mental note that she would explain why it was the case with her to Victor one day. But right there, and right then, Natalie bent over and her two orbs showing between her crack, closer than comfort to Victor's face, calling Victor "lucky" was an understatement. Surviving a 7.62 round, compared to this, was debatable in terms of luck for a certain Mohican that day,
"Well...how's the close up?" Natalie said, laughing as she spoke it, Natalie's face lit up. As much as she didn't like showing her body off sometimes, she knew that they both loved it, and that a sex life like this, as well as a specific fact that when you were shot at everyday, Natalie's passion to the only man that compared in any real way to her was beyond real.

(Yep.)

A few minutes later after doing her thing, Natalie jumped off the bench, looking over.
"Hmm...tell you what, I'm in the mood for suiting up, stocking up. and getting back into this. They're sending us into Afghanistan again...and me personally, I think we need to start collecting their brain matter as decoration for or suits. We have a kill count to get to. They fucking brought it back last night, after that thing in Cyprus." Natalie said, still butt-naked, much probably to Victor's pleasure, as she stood half facing him, by her armor. They had about half an hour to get to the briefing, and suiting up took a few, as well as Natalie's personal need to check all her kit. All of it.
"Wet work is always fun, pays well and usually, you don't leave traces. It's fun, I guess I enjoy being more involved in the quieter side of the killing buisness when it comes to extra-work hobbies. But when you do, you have North Korea situations, and that was why I'm not going to North Korea for that amount of money again. Interrupted my fucking holiday on New Caledonia, rude." Natalie said, as she got to work on becoming Bear, grunting as she slowly went from nothing, to being very, very well protected.
"Could be worse. Could be them I suppose, they can't really be buried when their guts are across the other side of the atolls. Just like what I think we should bring to them, Brute. Looks like this is really what we do best." Natalie said, as she finished a strap on her shoulder, securing herself, as she lumbered forwards, letting a long orange stream from her rear go, as she angled herself upwards a little, a smirk on her unhelmed face as she tucked her hair in with her thick gauntlets quickly. Walking over to an area of the room not frequented often, she took the flamethrower, the giant tanks sitting on her back, as she strapped it up and secured it, the lack of a rucksack strange but the tanks being immense in size. She kept two MP7s on her chest rig, and two MP412 REX pistols at her widened hip, with a large, oversized Spetsnaz Shovel with a machete-like sharpness at her hip, with a smaller one just on her upper left gauntlet, if it needed to be thrown or generally taken in a short notice. The two nozzles for the flamethrower sat neatly just below the oversized blast belt attached to a holster, this flamethrower being custom-built for Victor's or Natalie's purposes. The nozzles were heavy, but gave significant range and spread with the option to spray the place. Her armor was as thick as ever, and she knew that taking her down would take a lot more than just bullets and grenades. And that some motherfuckers were going to get burnt- this being a more industrial, hardcore and ultimatum of a flamethrower than any normal one, being fully built to roast huge areas with a huge fuel capability and a significant fear factor to induce. She breathed hard, checking her CS and Tear Gas grenades, taking the several bundles of cluster 3xV40 Mini grenades on her rig, along with smoke and flares. She felt invincible, and while not wielding a weapon that could fire up to 4000RPM, it really was able to dish out fire on a mass scale. They'd be going soon- and while not 100 percent on how they were inserting, Natalie hoped that if it was extended, they'd get a supply drop and she'd later shift over to her M134 for some different firepower. She gave a come here gesture to Victor, looking over at him as she put her visor down, activating her HUD just to get herself back into it. She moved a little inside, the blue suede comfy as it got for Natalie, as she eased herself in, the giants going from majestic to simply awe-inpsiringly scary, now seeming like they really were able to take on a small army with only a few scratches to bear.

Task Force Hephaestus

Yeah, post it up with your other one if you'd like.

Task Force Hephaestus

Well in particular Advanced, your character and Antos are going to get some action alongside, so you'll play Mikhail too. But nope for the rest, sticking with the CTRG for the moment, though I will bring Patterson as well as Stanley into play too on my end. Skythion, your helicopter crew will see some action, don't you worry...

Task Force Hephaestus

Love the post Skythion- I'm actually quite glad someone had a bit more perspective than Huscarl in terms of blowing shit up :D . By the way, the sub is a Lada-Class- the Sankt Peterburg (B-585 in Russian service, just called the Peterburg in CSAT Naval service- they usually have about 38 members, I'd say that only 20 are really on in this circumstance, and most of the crew aren't even on the submarine as a skeleton crew, with most being on dry land when the shit hits the fan. Boring bit of googling for you there). We'll be coming soon to the end of the Prologue, but there is one last little thing that will really kick a sting in the tail before it finishes.

Task Force Hephaestus

Praetorian's with Athena- they're about to assault the camp after the Airburst strike, whereas Huscarl/Mischief are about to board the sub to sabotage it. It's hard to pin on a map, but if you go a few posts back, you can look at the close-up map, and you can get a perspective of where stuff vaguely is. If you want to post, I've kept the pacing to some extent that you could have Praetorian start engaging from their position, and take out the remnants of what survived in the camp. Quite nasty, since it might make Linn pissed to be killing injured/incapacitated soldiers.