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If there are RPs/PM's I need to reply to- I am working on it, I'm a little overladen in life atm. I haven't forgotten about you :)
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Aaand back.
2 yrs ago
ALERT- I'm going AFK for a week, anyone that sees this on here, I won't be about to respond, this is to both 1x1s/RPs.


Roleplayer, Skydiver, Student, Motorcyclist, Rock Climber, Gamer. A few words, in no particular order, to describe myself :D

That'd be me. I've RP'd for the best part of over five years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I've spent time in many an RP, and like creating RPs with a distinct flavor.

I'm an 18 year old student at the University of Bristol, studying Geography. I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!

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Yeah, something akin to that. In the AU of this, the Tyrells were at least able to fight back- the events of the Sept happened, but Highgarden was never sacked. It's why the House is so powerful as it is- it's able to still go toe to toe with the Lannisters, and people like Garlan weren't taken completely off-heading by the Lannister armies. Effectively, they survived and didn't actually get completely disembowled as a house.
@Monochromatic Rainbow

Episode 6 leaked on the internets. Like a dirty hooker, I went and watched it.

I agree- it's cherry-picking, and just being careful. Some details are the same, others have divergences I think.

Gotta hand it to the way you speak and the way you write, you're probably one of the most diplomatic individuals I've ever met. Honestly, it's true. :)

I'll post at some point in the future- I'm a bit overburdened with work atm, but I'll fit it in when I can. I feel I should do a good amount on Ellion, as well as in KL on Willas/Alerie.

Thom chuckled, shaking his head.
"It seems like Lady Liberty has gotten themselves in a spot of bother. We need to get some help to her. Clean up, if you will if there's any more security that they may find themselves there. And most of all, get her home. Not the easiest of things, but I imagine we're up to it." He said, barely concealing his accent at times, as he checked his own Sig, chambering another mag.
"Hopefully we don't have to fire any more rounds."


Looking on, the mission commander could tell shit had really, really hit the fan. Martin didn't really want anything bigger to come of this. It had to get sorted, now.
"Liberty, you better go, or that security team coming will be the least of your worries. Move onto the crane." Martin ordered, his voice firm and not reassuring, but absolutely hardened and proving a point. This was turning into a nightmare. Whatever the hell that drone had done, it hadn't helped the situation, and suggested an external intrusion.

The basement lair was secured, and difficult to get to, especially during an op. It was them dealing with this shit, right now- and anything else wasn't coming to them with any easy access. The point had been made however- clean up and bail the mess, before anything more came of it. The signal looked Iranian, from Martin's trained eye. Some state actor, someone had wanted to blur the line and make a mark. Whatever it was, Martin knew that signal was going to matter a heck of a lot more...someone wanted to destroy that sever before it had even been compromised, and had the drone been allowed closer, it would have made it's mark in detonating that whole floor.
"Understood. Jesus, we can't make this one clean then. Keep watching. I'll take a vantage." Markus replied, as he cursed, keeping his head down. He knew that whatever the hell it was, it couldn't have boded well, as he headed to the door, the noise of guards running outside and past the hidden bodies, visible, the door open enough for Markus to see the distant commotion himself.

"There's a lot of them going over there. Whatever is making an entrance, we're not going to have fun with." Markus watched the USB at work, watching it's progress, as the screen flickered occasionally, the drive tapping the encryption and firing out data where it had to.
"We're 90 seconds away." He added, the tension building with the gunshots, the jeep still still in the courtyard. The men approached it, as the doors opened on the lightly protected truck, revealing a number of heavily-armoured soldiers, and one behind them, an unarmed officer of some kind. Whatever uniform he had, it didn't look right. A long-sleeve shirt and a black beret, the man looked perhaps like he was in his forties. One of the men ran to him, AK raised, as he chuckled in his face. Markus couldn't make it out, but there was a conversation of some kind. In a foreign language, and it didn't seem right. The two armoured soldiers were brutes, standing at least at 6"2, and wearing ballistic protection, and a heck of a lot of it. They weren't going to get taken down, not easily, wielding LMGs of their own.

"They know each other, whatever it is. Doesn't add up. What the hell are they doing..." He watched on, as he heard the argument intensify.
"What the hell.....oh fuck. Eric...." The singular buzz of the USB was enough as Markus ran over, snatching it out, as he looked on. The men cocked their LMGs, standing in front of the officer, pushing the lead militant to the ground, the other pointing it at the other. This had just escalated another notch, as the officer turned away and walked slowly back to the truck, the two armoured soldiers coming to the fore. They weren't turning away, or leaving. They were staying.
"This is a cleanup.....they know the site was compromised before we even were sent here." Markus coldly said, as he watched what happened next, with horror.

The noise of the M249 SAWs that the gunners used barked on the officer's command, as the men at the gate were filled with lead, Markus himself running out into the rest of the building, knowing this was not a fair fight. Those fuckers had more armour than himself and Eric would, and no doubt, a fight against them wouldn't be fun. The other militants firing on at them found that out the hard way, because they weren't being stopped by AK rounds, as it pelted off their armour.
"Shit! Eric, get out of that vantage point and get down to the road! I'm going to commandeer something....just stay the fuck out of the way of those guys with armour, they'll tear us apart!" He yelled over comms, as he ran out of the office, heading into the mill itself, the noise of gunfire echoing inside the timber framed building. Finding a Land Rover, the keys still in and some crates of weapons in the back, he ran over and dived into the open door and took a seat, starting the engine.

Hitting the clutch and first, he slammed it out of the building through the only exit, fully aware his MG36 hadn't even let a shot loose today, nor had Eric's rifle. Sometimes those were the days, and sometimes, that had to be dealt with. The truck had left, the same way it had came, and the two armoured soldiers were sweeping the rest of the lumber mill, not exactly stopped by any small arms. They were hunting everyone down. Markus had no intent to stay, as he heard rounds pelt the vehicle, some slamming through the door and into his armour. He cursed, as he felt the engine struggle against how much he needed it right now, but it held true, as he drove out of the sawmill, in pursuit of the leaving jeep.
"I've got one of their Land Rovers, heading east out of the compound, your side! Truck's 200m ahead, they know I'm here...I have a funny feeling this asshole might have more answers than our data retrieval."

Busy as hell but I'll pick it up. I want to do something tomorrow as I'm doing sweet nothing. :)

@Monochromatic Rainbow

Interested to see what Mirren's role in a post-Dorne environment would be. I can seriously see Mirren being like Bronn to the Tyrells. This awesome she-bro who fucks shit up and works to coin. Which means she may not always be with Garlan...she may follow another Tyrell, potentially. :)
Again, life continued happening. 12 hour shifts obliterated my mind. :(

I'm going to write a nice long one so everyone can interact, if they're still in. :)
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