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Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Your next posts should all be about moving in and attempting the killhouse alone, utilising their equipment by any means if they can. The task is pretty much impossible seeing as they are against extremely skilled operators disguised as White-Mask terrorists. More to the point, they are realistically outnumbered and can only attempt to get so far. Your post should detail their choice of breach, where they find the objective and what happens inside. Remember, the rubber bullet M16A3's are their only armament, as well as rubber-based handguns.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

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Franklin was lost in Jess' words once more before he eventually came to, seeing that another male figure had approached. Latvian, as the flag and description he gave suggested, the body stated that he was from the police department. It brought a few conversational topics in Frank's mind as he was driven out of the trance he had in Jessica only moments before. Police were a vital figurehead in the suppression of terrorist outbreaks worldwide. Rainbow acted as, to some degree, an Interpol governing and pursuing these threats when they reached critical standards. However, Franklin was sceptical about using policemen on the force. Yes, they were more lenient on attacking and shutting down terrorist organisations, but this was no longer a state of small emergency. The White Masks were now waging a full-scale war with the rest of the world and were proudly showing this. To have Rainbow consist of the special forces of each military branches really showed how incredibly serious they were as a threat. Franklin himself had no pessimism about the superiority of this Latvian Policemen, but sometimes he wondered on whether or not he was living in the right pack.

A few more bodies started to come over before Franklin turned away, hearing the heavy footsteps of a superior figurehead walking inside. The clanking and grinding sound of metal components scraping against one another was audible throughout the entire hallway they stood within. A few coughs from a raspy, dry throat boomed its way throughout the cracks and crevices of their training facility before the man, who held quite a noble manner, presented himself to them all. Franklin called everyone to attention almost immediately, giving him the respect he deserved. And so, with no helmet to cover up his words, he spoke clearly and aggressively to the batch of new recruits.

"Welcome, new-blood. You already know my name, and you should already know my story. If you don't, then don't bother finding it out." As always, Alexandr Senaviev presented himself in such a way that could shout down a mountain. Toughened by years of experience and envisioned horrors that no man could ever be subjected to, Alexandr was a true machine worth of steel and more. It appeared he was the adviser for today's training session, which could only mean one thing: an unorthodox doctrine was to be placed for the day. "Plans have changed for today. You no longer will be taking part in a join training session on this morning. I overruled and oversee this decision. Today is a day where you, new-blood, show us what you have to offer and what your new equipment can do."

Anyone who had been present during the Bellagio Downfall in Rainbow were more than familiar with the Lord's intentions. Alexandr had been pushing for this for weeks, even months, to get his ideal Spetsnaz training into action. Lone wolves were always looked down upon in Rainbow's work ethos, but that wasn't the intention of what he had to offer.

"I realise that you all should be able to work in squads easily, something that any man or woman of service should have innately stuck into their mind. But, most of the new-bloods are dependent on teams and are yet to hold their own. After Vegas, we saw those who could not fend for themselves against large waves partake in the stress. Therefore, one by one, you will all enter the killhouse, locate a fake biohazard container and plant a fake defuser. No questions asked. You will all be tested on your equipment and will have to trust each weapon you have. Rubber bullet armaments are permitted, nothing else. Ex-Military, trainers in Rainbow and other trained staff will be deployed to test your mettle. We do not expect you to `survive`, but we can at least see who has potential."

Of course! It was a classic engagement, taking the biohazard containers and attempting to defuse them. This was the White Masks' previous key mode of attack. From Bartlett University to other business towers, this used to be the main assault tactic they had to offer. Since then, times had changed and their tactics grew even more complex, but at least it was useful to familiarise them with the basics of their methods. And so, one by one, these soldiers and others would be tested. One by one. Going inside to clear out and achiev4e a near-impossible objective. If it were a live-fire exercise, it would be unlikely for anyone to survive. Only the strongest could prevail, and no one was anywhere near the strongest.

Killhouse

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Post is now in the makings.

Just so everyone knows, the training session will be run by individuals. Whilst Rainbow explicitly train them in teams, they are expected to know how to work as one group innately from their experience. After Bellagio, many operators noticed that those who were split off could not fend for themselves against larger waves of enemies. Thus, the training session we will look at today will be about them running through the training one at a time (As a way of testing their equipment). All "Group training" sessions will be skipped unless people request them further down the lines. This will stop the RP from being held up too much.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

You guys still hiring accepting?

@Awesomoman64

If the CS meets the quota, then yes.

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

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The instant response and cadence of the blonde woman instantly showed a million stories in simply its presence. Aleyev had seen his fair share of recruits, veterans and brothers on the battlefield and just by their ways of speech you could instantly understand whether or not they were settled into the war like they were born into it. For Naomi, her voice sounded as if she were conceived straight out of the steaming cauldron of the Fuhrer's kriegsmaschine. Though despite this, she still held quite an elegant stance and did not slant over the weight of this war's burdens. It was strong individuals like her that Aleyev was more expectant to see, but some of the younger individuals all around him made him once again feel sceptical of what was to come. Still, she did seem to have a minor sort of banter with him, though Aleyev honestly could not differentiate whether she was being serious or not about owing her a favor. But the grim reminder of Britain made him wonder if she truly knew the state of her home? At least she accepted his handshake, though.

"A story like that may sound indifferent to one another, but I pay attention to each detail. I can guarantee, Naomi, you and I have been through many different hardships that are incomparable to one another. We cannot forget that everyone has their own tale, no matter how similar it may sound on paper, as we cannot generalise the faces of the fallen to nameless casualties. It's what will bind us, yet draw everyone further from one another." She was somewhat right about how everyone's stories were as similar as the last guy's, but he really felt that it was the small variations, factors, characters and settings of each of those individual backstories that truly made each of them special in their own ways. A few South-Eastern natives of the Asian nations were present in the ranks; that meant that they could be driven by their annexed nations. If Naomi knew, she would want to murder every Kraut she could get her hand on, which somewhat terrified Aleyev mentally. He didn't want to see good people descend onto the levels of the Nazi Regime. Already too many comrades of his own had become violent, hysterical and dehumanised themselves into mutated monsters of their own accord. Revenge's lust was quite a tempting, yet dangerous, tool to hold.

Naomi held quite a calm demeanour when sighing, looking away upon mentioning Atyre's name. The name was obviously familiar as it was the very man he'd been following since the Squad's name had been given to him. Atyre was the stuff of legends, a maniac with an amazing track-record of inventions useful for the war effort. He remembered hearing about how all the plans for his own experimental gear was of the Spanish descendent before being Russianised for his own use. He hadn't seen it yet either, but knowing the scientist himself, it was going to be one outlandish creation that no one could anticipate. A small smirk came upon his face before he continued his speech.

"I think the whole world owes you British, not just us Russians. But in the end, everyone owes each other the prize of camaraderie and cooperation at a bare minimum. As for the...Krauts, I guess those are the Rats of Europe. But to use them here is much safer than against the Germans. In Europe, large battles will force us into submission quickly. We need to be certain that we have the downtime and assessment periods to use what we have effectively. Plus, I wouldn't be too hopeful for the Rats to make an appearance. I overheard some officers talking about garrisons of Spanish, Italian and German foes further inland..."

Suddenly, a whistle blew from the windows of the carriages. An officer, much like the ones before, held a cap out and called for all troops to head back into the train as soon as they could. It was time to head off already. At least the crew of this railed-beast knew how to work fast when given the chance. That fact made Aleyev feel a little bit more at ease with the world. Without hesitation, he placed a hand onto Naomi's shoulder and gave her a joking wink of good luck before letting go and making his way back into the carriages. It wasn't long now. They would soon reach the border...

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A gentle tap of a gloved hand against his face brought him awake and back into the world of the living. No longer was he wandering around the ethereal fields of dreams and nostalgic thoughts. Before him, a woman in glasses stared down at him sharply and ordered for him to stand up. A small second of hesitation led for Aleyev to watch outside the window, seeing a completely different setting to the one he was used to. Sandbagged walls and thin concrete perimeters were all around them, whilst some rundown brick buildings with cracked glass lay directly opposite to the viewing glass. A large sign, spelt out in Russian, English, Chinese and other various text templates he was yet to discover read out: 'Matupi Headquarters'. Outside, many uniformed and oddly dressed individuals began to walk around the train, unloading heavy crates and other small pieces of equipment.

Aleyev slowly rose to his feet and followed the masses outside, where another burst of fresh air stroked his facial hair and eyes like the gentle caress of a loving wife. The heat wasn't as harsh as it was back in India as the nights were settling in. Artificial lights and spotting beams were spread across the encampment. Odd uniforms unlike the rest. It was clearly obvious that they were not in Matupi, as that was halfway into Burma. However, it was definitely an Indian camp known as the same name, as it was clearly the one preparing for the operational spearheads into the fallen Burmese territory to reclaim it from the Japanese. And with that, he sighed, looking out into the distance to see French, Indian, Vietnamese, and mostly Russian troops all gathering around and walking into separate buildings. Looked like this was the start to a new batch of hellish months. He hoped to God that it would stay nicely. With that in mind, he was directed towards a temporary tent and ordered to prepare for sleeping, as the next few days would prepare them for their first deployment into the lands of Burma.

_@Sola

RWBY: Moonrise

After Team RWBY defeated Salem, the relics were safe, but Remnant wasn't. The Grimm under Salem's control weren't eradicated. They mutated beyond how they'd existed under her and ran wild. Now, the Grimm tower like true giants, the kingdoms are more like survivor hovels, and the silver-eyed warrior lives in legends. Huntsmen academies are no more, except tiny schools run by families. Some of the heroes that defeated Salem banded together to teach others how to fight; others became cut off and lived apart from their old friends - like the surviving villains.

You were born to one of these heroes or villains, maybe even two. You're grown enough to be a good Huntsman or Huntress, but you have even greater goals than killing Grimm - locating and destroying the Grimm's central spawning ground for each region, and finding the Maidens and the silver-eyed warrior, who are critical allies for that task. It won't be easy, but you and your friends learned from the best.

With the moon risen over Remnant and conditions near apocalyptic, can you find a way back? A way forward?

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This is a next-generation RWBY RP where the players' characters are all OC descendants of canon characters. Characters for this RP will begin in two groups:

- a group in central Vale, raised and trained in a small combat school run by canon heroes
- a group outside the kingdom who met because they were all pursuing a lead about the Fall Maiden.

The groups will eventually converge looking for the Fall Maiden.​

The goals for each major arc are:

- Find and confront the Maiden (each kingdom will have a single Maiden located in it)
- Overcome obstacles - villains, Grimm, limitations of the Maiden - as they arise
- Destroy the region's central Grimm-spawning ground in a harrowing climactic fight

Each kingdom will present unique challenges; the details of the setting will be fleshed out if this idea gets enough interest for me to start the RP and create the thread.

This RP's plot will move forward with some ideas from me and some from you. I can throw some good material into play, but I will not be throwing all of it, because I find it more fun when everyone has a hand in making the story.

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This RP is for you if...

- you're excited about RPing a new take on RWBY's universe.
- you're coming in with ideas about the plot and cool with collaborating.
- you can write 1-3 standard paragraphs per post, and you are confident in your writing ability​

I'm looking for 4-8 players. If you're interested, please comment on this thread! Feel free to discuss character and plot ideas, but refrain from claiming canon parents until the official OOC thread is set up. I look forward to hearing from you.

@Quincunx

Colour me interested, if there is still room?

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

Alright, done my CS form.

Dan Wright

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To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.

John McCrae, "In Flanders Fields"

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Name
Daniel Stanley Wright

Age
19

Gender
Male

Birth-date
August 16, 1929

Birthplace
Lachine, Québec, Canada

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Appearance
In the looks department, Dan checks off as any other Caucasian male- when necessary, that is. Messy brown hair, apple green eyes, and a fairly young, light-toned face, although his expression and mood can be portrayed differently depending on his current task. Standing at 174 centimeters, Dan is a bit under-average for his background and gender, although he does stand out when compared to others with shorter mean heights, such as Japanese. At 62 kilograms, he is slightly thinner than ideal, although he is still rather lean and healthy, out of necessity as a fighter for the Allied cause.

The clothes Dan wears are very much dependent on his mission. If needed, he can pass off as unemployed hoodlum, or an dashingly handsome stock broker in an English suit. His official SOE uniform is drab with touches of red, including a beret. However, at the moment, he has it packed away safely for formal occasion. As a undercover agent, he does what is necessary to hide in plain sight. To him, a dark grey trilby, shirt & tie, blazer, and pants do the trick.

Personality
Socially, Dan tends to be a personal extrovert, confident and charismatic. His applications of such a nature tend to involve gathering information and/or compelling others to sympathy, be it providing help in his mission or fighting a common enemy.

His outlook on the world as a whole is, in a word, observant. Growing up in a world where he had to work hard to succeed, he was keen on just that. More of a pragmatist than an optimist, he tends to lean towards keeping things in realistic terms; for instance, he would prefer to capture than massacre a company of enemies, out of caution against an even more violent retribution.

When considering nature and means, Dan puts rationale over emotion. Always trying his best to stay a step ahead, this sometimes manifests in long-winded preparation for a key event, spending meticulous hours to make sure the end result is the way he wants. Especially due to his undercover persona, he tends to hide his feelings, and see efficiency as more important than cooperation in general.

Despite this, Dan enjoys the thrill of thinking on the fly and keeping his options open. As a by-product of his former passion in acting, he is at this stage quite good at improvising and spotting opportunities. A core part of this is his belief that inflexibility crashes hard- preferring instead to be a flexible, relaxed nonconformist.

Dan's motivations are based around one thing: his father. Every mission, operation, and confrontation, to him, is just another step in defeating the Japanese Empire and finding his father. In the ideal world, he is reunited with his father, and can return to a happy, peaceful life in Canada. However, he knows this is seldom the most realistic case; Plan B is his expectation. If he finds his father, if his father is alive, if his father is in one piece: if none of these factors hold true, he intends to swiftly and quietly eliminate whomever did such a thing to his old man.

Team Relationships
N/A

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Classification
Dan's specialty is not, in fact, combat. Although he has trained and engaged in shootouts in the past, he prefers to get behind enemy lines, and keep his head down. When it comes to making the kill, he would prefer to do so in a discreet, contained fashion, with a revolver shot to the head. However, if it comes to it, he is far from a coward on the battlefield, eager to use whatever he can to the best of its ability, in order to subdue the enemy as efficiently and quickly as possible. Even though he is more than accustomed to sitting back and taking orders, when the time comes, Dan is not afraid to lead others into the fray behind him, using his charisma or even multilingualism to his advantage. On that note, his linguistic extent reaches English (fluent Canadian/Midwestern/Australian accents), French (fluent Québécois/French accents), basic Russian, and limited Japanese.

Experimental Gear

Stechkin APS

To the untrained eye, the APS is just another Soviet pistol. To the cabal of Soviets aware of this top-secret development, it hallmarks the next step in special operations firearms. The demand for such a firearm arose when KGB and Spetsnaz agents required a pistol stronger than the Tokarev, yet smaller than a more cumbersome submachine gun. In simple terms, a stronger, Russian-based machine pistol, along the likes of the Mauser M712.

The APS is a machine pistol fed through 20-round 7.62x25mm Tokarev. It features a three-position lever. The first position, "PR", is the safety. When pointed downwards to "OD", semi-automatic fire is enabled. Finally, the rearmost "AVT" position puts the APS in fully automatic mode. A selective-fire machine pistol, the APS is the balance between a compact pistol and a gun with a high rate of fire.

When equipped, Dan employs a Stechkin pistol in action. In nearly any scenario, his revolver is enough to do the trick, due to his low profile and efficient rate of fire. However, in the event that things get hot and he is the only member of the group left without a primary weapon, he can utilize the APS' automatic fire to unleash the equivalent of a submachine gun's power from his own pockets.

Equipment
1× Stechkin APS (8× 7.62x25mm 20-round magazines)
1× Colt M1917 (12× .45 ACP 3-round halfmoon clips)
1× NR-40 scout knife (hidden in ankle)

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Background

1929-1946: Formative Years

Daniel Stanley Wright was born in Lachine, a town on Montreal Island, on August 16, 1929. The son of a determined pink-collar worker who immigrated as a baby, Dan grew up without much money to throw around, so he learned from a young age to work hard and save what he could. As a child, he never really cared much for politics or military, spending his free time hanging out with friends, or listening to Canadiens games on the radio.

When war broke out between the Allies and Axis, the entire atmosphere around Dan had changed. The ball started rolling with the enlistment of his father in the Royal Rifles of Canada, 22nd Regiment. The last time 12-year-old Dan ever saw his old man was at the train station, while the 22nd Regiment departed for Hong Kong. With a hug and a wave goodbye, Dan finally realized that things were changing. Later that year, this would truly resonate, as the news broke that Hong Kong had fell, and that the Royal Rifles had surrendered along with it.

Emotionally scarred, Dan went into depression upon news of his father's surrender and capture in early 1942. Having to take a part-time job to help support his mother and sister, and having to deal with several other issues in his personal life, he nearly committed suicide by jumping off the Sun Life Building, sneaking out at night to head downtown. A stroke of luck drove him to bump into his uncle Ernest, arriving home from a play. With one last chance to vent his issues, Dan was rewarded with an invaluable piece of advice: to try his best, and never surrender. As it had turned out, his father Stanley was caught in the exact same situation as a young adult, and those principles pushed him through. Dan returned home, determined to live up what his father would have expected of him.

Fast-forward to 1946. Daniel Wright stars as the titular male protagonist in Collège Sainte-Anne's production of Romeo and Juliet. With a talent for acting, some say Dan is destined for Broadway or Hollywood. His family, faring rather well now, is extremely impressed by Dan's charismatic and strong-willed nature, earning the respect of many. But from his own eyes, he is not a career actor nor a hit with the girls. His primary interest in school and the future is criminology, out of a desire to protect his community and deliver justice to anyone who dares ruin a nation already afflicted by war. Both of these factors pique the interest of the Special Operations Executive.

1946-1948: Covert Agent

Peggy and Dale Wright constantly received letters from Upper Canada College, the private boarding school in Toronto that Dan was supposedly staying in for senior year, on a scholarship. In reality, he was spending 6 months in Special Training School No. 103, or 'Camp X', an SOE training facility 60 kilometers northeast. He shared a room with 3 other trainees in their late teens; Aaron Ward, a Saskatchewan farm boy and outstanding Army Cadet, Joanna Nathans, Aaron's childhood friend and expert at martial arts, and Kazuto Sobu, a Japanese nisei from Vancouver. Over the course of the next few months, this group of four grew into a tight-knit team of friends.

On a chilly December night, all seemed silent, as usual. In the middle of the night, Dan awoke to an empty lower bunk beside him- Kazuto had sneaked out. On a search to find his friend at 0100 hours, Dan eventually caught 'Kaz' in the files room, stealing confidential information to transfer to other Japanese double agents in Vancouver. After a long chase, the confrontation ended when the commotion woke Aaron and Joanna, who helped apprehend their betraying comrade.

In recognition of the group's valor and resolve, they were graduated early and sent on their first special operation, related to their previous encounter: Operation Arquebus. Dan, Aaron, and Joanna had developed new identities, and were shipped off to Australia to serve as counter-intelligence agents.

Dan, rather, Michael Hudson, was a 23-year-old criminology graduate student from Ohio. Aside from his SOE and personal gear, which he kept safe, all his outfits and markings said so- his Ohio State degree in criminology (acquired via a scholarship due to hard times, as his father was involved in the Akron rubber strike of 1936), Cleveland Indians personal items (going so far as rooting for them over the radio, listening to them win the 1948 World Series), and clothes, all of which were purchased either in Australia or Ohio. His flat was beside 'Johnny Stargell' and 'Erica Robinson', two dating criminology students from Seattle. Although they considered eloping, a mission was at hand: posing as students under a suspected Japanese spy, teaching as a professor.

Their extended vacation in Brisbane came to a dramatic conclusion on the transport ship SS Katoomba, where 'Professor Umeda', actually named Ryosuke Seita, was boarded to link up with Japanese agents on New Caledonia. Disguising as Australian field medics (using their daily experience in the country to formulate passable accents). Aaron and Joanna waited until night, then confronted Seita alone, in the middle of a radio call. A shootout ensued- and although Joanna was shot in the arm defending her love interest, Seita soon collapsed to the floor, a round in his skull, Dan's revolver smoking behind the dead operative.

With Operation Arquebus complete, Dan's rise in the ranks took a new step. The SOE had a special agreement, and ordered him to simply meet with a 'Mr. Zubkov' in Moscow. After a few weeks studying basic Russian and the layout of Moscow, Dan bade farewell to Aaron and Joanna, and boarded the plane to Russia. Once he arrived, and was escorted to a base of what seemed to be KGB officials, who had him perform interviews & biometric tests. Then, following months of training in their means of espionage, weapons, and language, he was presented with his own Stechkin APS, and directive to a 'Squad 914'. Although he was unsure of its end goal or practical application to the Allies, it beat sitting in the green room of a Montreal theater, thinking of how he could have rescued his father.

Experience
September 1946-January 1947: Camp X
December 1946: Confrontation with Kazuto Sobu
January 1947-June 1948: Operation Arquebus
June 1948: Confrontation on SS Taroona
July-October 1948: Squad 914 Training, Moscow
October 1948-: Squad 914 Deployment

Family
Father: Stanley Wright - 38 - Captured, location unknown
Mother: Peggy Wright - 37 - Alive, Lachine
Sister: Dale Wright - 16 - Alive, Lachine

Theme Song
LA Noire - Main Menu

@HachiRoku

I am sorry to say, but I do not believe that there is any justification for Atyre or Stalin seeing a Canadian SOE operator who had little to do with them as a rightful candidate of Squad 914. Naomi has her explanation on point as she was a critical figure in Operation: Lovejoy and worked with the founding father of the Squad, giving her a temporal boost. Aleyev was obviously a Russian survivor of Leningrad, the Chinese and Vietnamese were closely working with the Soviet Union, especially Atyre. More to the point, those who never met Atyre straight away were introduced to Sih Bao, the recruitment driver for the Asian Frontlines and resistances prior to Squad 914's official activation. I do not really see how this can be justified when they were not an active member of the USSR without much importance.

As well as this, I do not believe he would have gotten his experimental gear prior to the implementation of Squad 914. And their specialization within SOE would not benefit the project. Naomi (I'm using her example as she is the more reasonable implementation of a Commonwealth Troop) was vastly trained in the field of conflict when working with the Polish Resistance, and the VDV that ended up finding her were impressed by her prowess on the battlefield. The type of gumshoe work that Dan would do would be better within the SOE than Squad 914, as they are highly likely to engage in jungle, mountain, urban and other forms of Guerrilla warfare whilst rallying resistance groups to fight Garrisoned German, Italian, Japanese and Spanish troops.

Lastly, Canada is a subject of the British Government and Monarchy, who are currently holding it dearly during the invasion of North America. With Japanese troops both in Canada and the Western Coasts of America, alongside the Spanish/Mexican pushes being made in the south and Quebec's desperate defence against recently arrived panzer, 1. Gebirgs-Division and Fallschirmjagers, it would not make much sense to have a member of SOE be deployed in Soviet Russia when their headquarters, homeland and last nation of the allies in the Atlantic. It just does not make rational sense. They would be far more useful, logically, within the confinements of Canadian borders, maybe Australia and New Zealand at the furthest.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

I will let everyone do a post or two before I officially start the training.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

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The first of the few arrived in, already kitted out with what he had to offer. At a distance, he couldn't fully figure out which individual it was, but as he got closer the insignia of the SRR was made clear. Someone he could relate to, at the very least, it was a good thing that the man was the first to approach him, determined to make a good impression it seemed. Franklin had to give him credit, there was a spark in his Welshman's tone that showed determination. If only determination was enough to carry them through this agonising campaign. Either way, he was dressed for the occasion and was preparing to get his equipment handed to him. On the contrary, he was up for a chat, and the operators did have a small amount of time to gather their surroundings and converse before the final checks were in place. Franklin nodded towards the man's comments, notifying that his nostalgia for Hereford's base was quite the spectacular sight. The SAS, SRR and SBS were, though under strict rule, allowed to train within these before Rainbow was reactivated. Once they were, all outside third-party operators were no longer allowed anywhere near it.

Because Franklin had made the trip earlier than everyone else, he was already mostly kitted out with equipment that he would wear. Strapped to his hips were his prize possession, the one that he held so close to his heart. Every time his eyes looked through the sonar piece, he would always whisper the names of those who helped construct it but failed to live long enough to see results. But only when he had placed a balaclava and armoured headgear atop his scalp would he wire it up to his head and eye. For times like these, when his face was on show, he would simply keep it closely intact with his body.

His mind ceased its drift for a second as he realised he had to respond to this man. Ghost, as so his alias was. Though the time spent on field consisted of only using callsigns, knowing that his name was Rob was a necessity for off-duty interactions. And so, he opened his mouth and finally began to speak in a somewhat normal manner, flashing his own national accent back towards the Welshman.

"Ghost, ey? I guess Six has already set her plans on your talents then. Name's Franklin, though since Bellagio I go by the alias of Sonar now." Without hesitation, he shot out his hand and gave him a semi-firm shake for the two to indulge. It was, obviously, the first general sign to British camaraderie. That and the possible banter to further come from here onward. "I know what you mean. Never gets old, though it never feels new. The lads here are just top of the league, for me at least. From what I've analysed, today's exercise is a bungalow home-invasion scenario, just from the setting that is. The only time when I've felt its repetition was in the recent weeks where they kept trying to recreate the Bellagio inci-..."

Franklin's words trailed off from where they were, however not in fear or realisation for what he was talking about. A small error crossed his mind in the form of the Filipino operator who followed inwards. There wasn't much wrong with him as such as he was likely a talented fighter, but something about his appearance just seemed a bit...off. When he approached, it clicked into Franklin's mind where he saw the almost comical streaks of cam-cream stroked across his cheeks in double lines. At first, he just stood still, staring at him and chuckling in disbelief with his hands firmly tucked within his pockets, but he soon realised that the waste of resources being taken here was quite serious as a whole. They were fully kitted out, Rainbow, but even the smallest things like such could not be used so informally without any beneficial reasoning. He took a few bootsteps forward, raising his finger and standing in front of the operator before wiping his finger across his cheek and checking the stains that transferred onto his own hand.

"Cam-cream?" He raised an eyebrow and stared back at the man with a slightly amused smile drawn onto his face. "Not a good first impression. I can understand if you think looking like a bootlegged Rambo makes you tactically superior, but if you're going to bother using precious cam-cream, at least do something proper with it. None of this Apocalypse Now shit."

More and more operators were starting to turn up, so Franklin drew himself away from the Filipino to spare him from the embarrassment of being bollocked in front of them. But before he could move far, already the more eager Jess was beside him, gently asking about their weaponry for the day. A thin smile came to Franklin's expression before he shook his head and gave her some answers. He hoped not to disappoint her, but it was true, they were going to be using Rubber-pellet weapons that were modeled after the famous M16A3 commonly seen throughout the media. It was their only major way of getting advanced riot-control weaponry to at least simulate the testing. Operators hated being hit by those small rubber pieces as they stung like a bitch the next day, so a slight caution and mindset for survival was pressured onto them. Sure, it wasn't bullets, nor was it lethal, but it did its best to simulate what they could.

"Mike told us to use the M16A3s again. Until we get a fresh shipment of rubber-compatible weaponry with more variation, we're stuck with them. Last shipment ended up going to the bloody Scotland Yard."

_{@CaptainSully@Liotrent@Lady Selune}

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Do we have a Discord?

@LetMeDoStuff

@Sifter

Yes, allow me to give you the link.

Discord