FourtyTwo

King Arthur and the Knights of Camelot

This RP going anywhere? We could take it off with all the characters current- though it leaves a lot of gaps.

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

Imran looked to the team, still carrying on with his work as he listened to them, before turning his head. He wanted to shake his head sometimes at what Yumiko was like, but he learned to just deal with it. She had her quirks, and she was very, very good at what she did. So in some ways, while Imran felt like the voice of reason, he knew to himself that while his team wasn't any reasonable sense to be made out of, that they did what they did better than anyone else on the planet.
"Probably, Howard. I mean, you did what you could- and we've gone over everything that happened. Bastard's alive, we're alive, and somehow, I didn't get scorched carrying his sorry bloody self out." Imran said, his accent particular on the bloody. He had accustomed himself to Officerial, and Oxford life too much perhaps- it was a stark contrast from Lahore. But none the less, he did have his quirks oat other times.
"We won't need to look for her. I mean, we're talking a Russian and a Swiss pair of girls on a glacier somewhere over there...they're used to the cold, it's only good fortune that I went up K2 and found out what cold really means a few years ago." Imran said, chuckling as he watched Bjorn get up, the whole height of him. The rooms were all specially nine foot tall- but in some way, it gave a depth to the place, and it meant that the giants that were Svetlana and Bjorn didn't walk into concrete pillars that occasionally jutted a tiny bit out from the roof at times, then looking at Yumiko then come to perhaps an estranged look that what was in the microwave wasn't exactly hers. But being seven foot five over a five foot little Japanese operator meant that even anyone else in the room didn't need Imran's inteligence to say that even as benevolent and calmed that Bjorn could be out of his Viking berserker decapitating wolves with his axe mode, it didn't make sense for her. Understanding Yumiko wasn't worth it in his own eyes- and it was what made it better to just deal with it.
"Oh damn...you seem to have a way with people Yumiko..." Imran said, chuckling a little as he carried on working, either pen to paper or fingers to the keyboard of his laptop.

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Svetlana watched on, aware that Antoine was far better at this than her. Though Svetlana's wasn't as incredible with lift and pure speed, it had a large wingspan, between her hands and legs. It was simply huge, and it fluttered in the breeze, the black of the wingsuit contrasted with a smidge of blue on the leg wing. She bent over, perhaps a little too close to Antoine, the parapac material inflating the wings as some wind blew in, and Svetlana set off a smoke grenade on her left leg. She always wondered if she would be able to fly truly like Antoine one day, but for now, she could at least get her way down, and she'd keep as close as possible for the moment.
"It is a beautiful glacier, why not. See you down the bottom." Svetlana said, watching Antoine go first, as she let rip from her rear, the odourless gas spewing out as she lept off, wind picking up as it blew her hair, her hat off for obvious reasons. It would just get blown off, and besides, the adrenaline warmed her large body like a radiator. Even from afar, you could tell something big was gilding down the glacier ridge, as Svetlana dived, coming close to the side. The thin crack in the glacier was scary, but perfect for this sort of thing, as Svetlana eyed up Antoine. She flipped over, flying belly-up, as she watched the blue smoke trail pour from her leg, leaving a long trail in the glacier, smirking as she turned and almost instantly swerved past an outcrop, flying over and watching Antoine glide on ahead. It went on for minutes- the wingsuits they wore had some incredible lift, and with the thermals on parts of the glacial ridge, it meant that they were even able to gain a few meters and clear ridges that would have otherwise been impossible to take. Looking at the airbase, Svetlana watched on as Antoine went into her manuever, coming in sharp and flaring, as she unzipped. Svetlana knew it was her time- being about 400m off the deck now. She pulled upwards hard, pulled the toggle on her chest hard, hearing the worst nightmare that any jumper could afford. She pulled it again. Nothing. It was stuck. Svetlana realized her little existance could come to an end, but even she had better ideas than this. While Antoine was skilled enough to perhaps come in at exactly the right speed and generate a ton of lift that slowed her down both horizontally and verticlaly, letting her drop down, Svetlana knew that while she could probably survive, it would hurt. Well, this was it. Now or never, she said to herself. She released the parachute from her suit, as she proceeded to dive down again, aware that there was only really one way she was going to survive this. There wasn't any chance of copying Antoine- she had to do it differently if she was going to be still that unbreakable woman. Diving down, she was almost about to pancake into the runway as she pulled up,, barely above the ground and flying past a set of tetrapods and a sea wall, before now coming within a meter of the raging sea.
"Shit..." Svetlana said to herself, as he pulled up for the last time, already killing her speed, as she hit the water.

Svetlana unstrapped her wingsuit, already taking in air. Her lungs were full of air, and she knew what to do. Her body's temprature plumetted, but she didn't give a fuck. She swam up, the waves eventually kicking her ashore, as she took the soaked wingsuit over her shoulder. And worst of all, she only had a thermal bra and some panties on underneath, that was all she had before the climb and all. And the former weren't exactly good at their job. As she clambered over the coastal defenses, she knew that while Antoine was casually collecting her stuff, she was wet. But intact, and perhaps a little bare.

She ran across the runway, cursing to herself about whoever had packed her chute. She knew Antoine had already gone in, but as Svetlana entered, having to go through the side of the common room following Antoine, you could tell that any man's jaw would have dropped at the sight, of her two breasts just about held back by a large thermal bra, and her underwear, which was the same material. And still showed almost all of her rear. It wasn't worth even saying a word, as Imran knew that Svetlana knew that every single eye was pinned to her. She said nothing herself, as she walked to the changing room, accidentally sneaking a look of Antoine as she walked past one of the rooms, lust taking over as she saw Antoine's face look away, but her bare front in view for a millisecond. Something which sent shivers through Svetlana, and a surge of excitement filled her body, as she herself walked on, into her own, a smile on her face as she tucked her hair back and shutting the door, dropped both her bra and her underwear, words not explaining the hidden observer's view, as she got a new pair of underwear on, followed by a dry bra on her wet, salty water soaked skin. A vest and wool jumper followed, as well as a pair of jeans, clearly oversized for anyone normal but right for her size, as she ditched her wingsuit, shivering a little as she walked back to the common room.

Imran looked at the others, a certain look in his face. Bjorn of all people looked the most aroused, somehow just...well, static in how he was in thought at what he had just seen. Antoine came in first, perhaps blushing a little from what Imran could make out. Whatever it was in his team, Imran didn't entirely understanding, but he had a rough idea of what had to be said.
"Good...lots of work, and then suddenly, Svetlana walks past like that. Classic." Imran said, as in that moment, Svetlana literally walked in.
"It is fucking cold in that ocean today, I tell you...God, I'm going to find the jumpmaster and literally hang him by his own parachute cord when I find him. Either that or sit on his face and see what he feels like to be pancaked at 50mph when I went into the water. You need to teach me one day Antoine how to do that, that is amazing." Antoine said, as she shivered a little, looking specifically at Imran with a certain face as she then chuckled, walking over to the sofa as she landed on the sofa by Antoine and Bjorn, leaning back and in particular, words against weren't needed as she leant back a little. With Svetlana, Svets or Lana, you just realized that she stopped caring that she was just looked at, a lot. She embraced it even, didn't mind that she had such curves and beauty. It was just when men tried to manipulate that to their advantage, that she got angry- and it was perfectly fine to Svetlana at least if men had their hearts racing in her presence.

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

Fair enough- this RP has really gotten it's feet off the ground (hehe, that pun there)- though one quick question for Antoine's character:

The Gryphon wingsuits are like a more non-flexible variant- they're polycarbonate I believe, rather than those squirrel suits that are moreover made of a fabricky stuff and can be adjusted in flight (personally, what I thought you'd have). You seem to go between the two- but I can assume the latter when you mention the former- they are two radically different things, but they're both just as awesome. They're just two different things just to let you know, you can edit it altogether or whatever you want best. I'll just say Natalie has a regular wingsuit of sorts and edit that in. So to just highlight it, top link is the normal one, the Gryphon is the second- just wondering really in terms of what specifically they have.

http://www.skysoc.com/communities/9/004/008/055/179/images/4545078555.jpg
http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/dangerroom/2009/12/gyphon4.jpg

Also, they'll be an operation soon that I will slowly lead into. This is awesome.

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

Roger that. I mean, when I say medium, Li's character is something I would like- moderately armored, but not insane like the heavies, more than the Lights. Antoine, our team's infiltrator is basically a ninja, but none the less, you can post me what you want to develop.

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

Hmmm..well, tell you what, what character you thinking of? That is sort of Antoine, but PM me what you're thinking of. We might need a "Medium" character, but PM me so forth.

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

Somewhere on Bouvet Island, somewhere in the South Atlantic
1200 Hours

The cold brushed into the Airbase, the artificial ground off the icy glacier of Bouvet able to just about accommodate a C17 Globemaster, and right now, one sat in a massive hangar. A couple of F35A jets, and a few Desert Patrol Vehicles sat around other parts of the base, with even a Pandur II APC and a V22 Osprey, that looked like it could be put away into the C17 for transport, was there.

But there was almost nobody here. The air crew were by their aircraft, and overall, only a few buildings were around, the place abandoned by the Norwegians ten years ago since being constructed 20 for a "security" purpose in the South Atlantic, with maybe jets and helicopters here. But there was one particular building to note. It was a concrete-reinforced structure, looking like some sort of nuclear bunker, in which most of the team sat around within, in their spare time. It was mostly underground, but heated, keeping the freezing cold out. Imran sat with the others in the big comfy lounge for Scimitar members, himself sat by a desk and busy doing Chemistry work, with a laptop, a pen and paper, and some ridiculous equations. Just some paperwork, he said to himself. They had gone out on a few operations in the last few weeks, and a few trinkets were here. Pictures, desks, but it was mainly a few sofas, a Satellite TV and a few other things. A suit of a heavy gunner sat in one corner, as an ornament of some sort- one that seemed to have been taken down by the fragile headplate. A cooler with weak beers and spirits as well as soft drinks was in the lounge, and it was like a man-cave of sorts- and in through the next door, a large underground shooting range paired up with an armory that seemed like a vault existed, segregated into the team's individual stuff- the Heavies having their own room for the sheer volume of equipment that they had. Another door from the lounge went to sleeping quarters, for postings here, and a another went to an operations room, closer to the surface. Up top, there was a few other peripheral buildings- one posting a SAM site and several UGVs out of the cold, with another being an abandoned air control tower that served no purpose now.

Inside, Imran looked over to the others, wearing simply a polo shirt and a pair of jeans, wearing his blue turban and at full beard today.
"Guys, you been out there today? Shit, Svetlana and Antoine have been out for a long time, up on the glacier. I mean...who knows what they are up to there, and you all know what Svetlana can be like." Imran said in his posh English-Pakistani accent, chuckling, just hoping the cold hadn't hit the giant Russian's head. The giant Swede occupied a lot of the large room to Imran in some way, and even Imran had to say that Bjorn's combination of a beard and his dark ponytail did scare the literal shit out of him. The Japanese girl seemed rather small, but had a significant place, as well as Howard, being how he was today. Sikhs couldn't drink alcohol, so Imran had a bottle of warm tea by his side, as he carried on working, aware that nothing had come through today from Spectre- a man that the team simply knew as just one contact, that sometimes told them what they faced. Imran kept his sat phone close by on the table, aware that when it rang, they were going. Spectre was simply a front for whatever it was, Imran judged- it had to be a higher entity, such as the UN or NATO that had this force in place. But really, Imran had no idea. They were just dealing with groups and organizations that were more than terrorists, more than simple bombers. There were powerful people, with connections to governments who had more technology than they should have had. They had modern rifles, hell, armor and equipment that should not have existed in their hands. They were sometimes all just Chinese, or multinational. The rogue groups came under the classification as "Ultrasergents", being a mixed grouping for enemies that had anything from heavy armor to mysteriously acquired modern equipment. Special Forces would never stand a chance against them- and they waged war covertly, quietly tapping out governments across the globe. And they had to stop it, and had every means. That was all Imran knew- that they were a counterbalance.
"Hmm...we really need to go out again. Last time when I think we saved that politician in Azerbaijan was too close. I mean, I had to run with him, all the way to the fucking van while these fuckers are trying to level the embassy!"

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Meanwhile on an inactive and glaciated part in the central of the island, were an unlikely two. Svetlana, wearing thick thermals and a black winter jacket of some sort along with a Russian hat, looked back at Antoine, as she looked down, the glacier ridge huge, as she put away her crampons and her ice picks, clambering onto a vista point. Svetlana only needed to look at Antoine, to know that she lusted over her truly. She wanted to on times like this, ask her out. Just to spend some more time, do more. But she didn't know that Antoine was in love with Bjorn- or that Bjorn liked her own curves very much. Perhaps they were at different levels, but Svetlana knew they were going down. Svetlana herself, you could tell had distinctive features, both at where you knew to look- and they in themselves, were pretty overwhelming.
"Hmm...wingsuiting. Long time since I do this. We go down to base, down there." Svetlana said, widening her wingsuit, oversized clearly to accomodate for her. She widened the wings out, as she secured it to herself, checking the parachute, looking at Antoine, as she checked the legs. She had a perfect view over the artificial ground that made up the airbase- the concrete extending a tiny bit from the landmass. But there wasn't a direct route there- and Svetlana knew that they would be skimming the ground down a steep glacial ridge to get there. A mixture of adrenaline and lust for Antoine just got Svetlana going, as she readied up.
"You ready?" Svetlana said, the seven foot six mass of Russian looming over Antoine's back, Svetlana perhaps a little unaware that if Antoine turned her head around, she'd barely come up to the Russian's pair.

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

Nice- I'm going to get to work on getting the ball rolling. Just a nice calm post- I did want to get our guys right into the midst of it at first, but I decided I might as well do this.

Task Force Hephaestus

It is the aim really- a lot of the systems are adapted from Future Force Warrior (US) stuff and the FIST programe that the UK has, with other elements.A lot of it exists subdernally in the NATO forces on Stratis- their vests, their helmets as well as that Google-Glass styled IFF friendly identification system for various sunglasses of various type really helps out in that regard, as well as comms, and sights. CTRG has a little beyond, with their Dragonskin/Composite plate carriers over the usual vests used by the other NATO forces, not to mention updated other features in a soldier's inventory. Though that said, FIA is just your basic guerilla group, except with obtained F2000s, TAR-21s and even a few CSAT and NATO weapons interspersed. Speaking of CSAT, they have their own future soldier program- and it is a leap beyond NATO's, if you've see what CSAT look like in game. It's a nice blend of both mobility and very good carrying capacity. Their helmets in particular show it well enough- and as you'll see in points in the RP, it might feel that CSAT has the superiority to NATO in some areas. Scary.

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

Wellll....not entirely. Distinct differences, but parallels will exist.

Likewise- it's something out of the ordinary, and I am liking the direction that it's taking. I do have a taker for Li- though she should be around soonish to post an CS, we'll go on anyways.

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

I did favor the idea- though I may have it so that B is some sort of smaller outpost for the team in the field- a safehouse to get to if shit hits the fan when they are out on the world.

Also, got to say- Imran is going to be a pretty unique character among many I've done. Wheras Svetlana is similar in many regards to a certain character from a 1x1 (yeah, you know) with a few differences inter-spruced across various areas, Imran is a very unique character in terms of what he can do- though obviously, I don't want to make any character vastly OP. There's disjointed combat triangles- Heavies take out everyone, Mediums take out Lights- but it breaks in terms of Lights being able to theoretically take anyone out in the right circumstances (Stealth with Antoine, and Long-Range with Howard), even Heavies. Antoine may be so ninja, she may be able to rig C4 onto a unsuspecting heavy's back, or Howard might hit a flamer's fuel tank with an incendiary round...yep. Whreas mediums can sometimes do the same, given the right circumstances- it's all about how they are applied, though the Heavies are basically walking meat shields if not shot in the wrong place.

The enemy that we will be up against I might as well mention, is also further unlike any other. Everything from Militia Taliban and your general terrorists will be around, but expect far more. Eight foot armored exoskeletons, with 25mm Autocannons and enough armor to make an MBT look soft, as well as even limted extents of mechs and stealth groups are on the way. You'll figure out how to kill it, hopefully. It's scary- Scimitar will fight very, very advanced enemies from time to time, and other times, walk through waves of grunts. Though I want to have a comedic scene where one of our characters casually steals one of those armored exoskeletons, and casually proceeds to infiltrate an enemy base posing as one. :D